The Haunting of SevenboroughsLast World:https://1d6chan.miraheze.org/wiki/Story:Battle_of_Pacifica_Primethread theme:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d69bBDzbi4o>The world of Sevenboroughs is of paramount importance to the imperium's efforts in the Nordica Sector>for where most Knight worlds hold one or two houses, Sevenboroughs holds 4>and indeed few knights can claim to be equal to those that ride to the many battlefronts across the beleaguered imperium from Sevenboroughs, for by all definitions the world should not hold civilization>not since the Lions' home world of Caliban has a world been untamed and brutal towards those that live there>forests grow heavy with infused thorns from gnarled bloodsap trees that can pierce through boot and flesh with ease>animals feast on each other, be they horned Grove Elk that are merely opportunistic omnivores, or large hunters like wild wyvern and toad dragons>the skies are laden with carrion birds from mimic ravens to bone vultures, and unwary travelers might find a nearby stream laden with chuddish river trolls>caves in which one might seek shelter from prowling hunting manticores or feral cast out beastmen are as likely to hold twin-headed Dire Bears or rock gnawing troglogoths able to surpass even noble ogryn in size and match them in wits>sea serpents and bog octopuss harass sea traders moving between the Emerald isle and the mainland, or even simply to travel from the rocky shores of the black shores of Dunwitch to the frozen docks of the bloodsea>not to mention the ever-present thread of savage orks whose threat is never truly routed>yes, indeed, a freshly risen freeblade from Sevenboroughs is often preferred over a veteran knight of any other world by those commanders with such choices, as the Sevenboroughs nobles claim
>>98883933>but each house of Sevenboroughs has formed its own culture, be it the highlanders of House DÉ Danann's savage nature to better their orkish threats, the strangely effective shield walls of House Findláech, the unbroken noble lance charges of House Avalon, or the strangely terrifying yet undeniably effective psychological tactics of House Drăcule>only under the rule of the High King, who proves himself with their ascention to the Green Knight, and the Code Chivalric has kept these divided pillars from crumbling like the other 3 houses that once made up the Seven of Sevenboroughs>yet shadows now gather in these dark and most wicked hours of the world>the former High King is dead>by that most damned of enemies, none but the God Emperor has ever beaten, time>and all are eager to use the uncertainty and the alignment of the stars to their advantage>pagan tech witches gather in their fallen pits to draw forth plots that would scatter the world's knights against each other>rumors of two damned angels sent by the shadowy chaos lord Galmon pass from underground inn to inn >ork hordes are gathering under a new rumored banner>the long self-exiled first son, Duke Wenceslaus II, and his squire have returned to his house flanked by not one but BOTH heirs of the Rogue Trader who first established this world under the imperium, William the Conquering Bastard>the Druids, secretive tech priests famed for their mysterious ways, even more so than other of their kind, now move to gather the worthiest of each house to offer them their chance at the crown>but most concerning is the rumors that long-dead knights have been seen walking the mists of the forests, heroes and mounts long lost to either the threats of the death world, the war against the great green tide of M32, or those carried back to the world after meeting their end fighting to uphold their oath to the God Emperor of Mankind>if these rumors are true, then no shortage of terrors might rise
>be me Archmagos Get@fix>leader of the Druids>or as we call ourselves, the Omnissiah's enlightened >such a grim time>High King Vratilechczechruss was a great man and a greater High King>with many friends both in Sevenborough and abroad, few can count his faults>perhaps a leniency towards his progeny, but I have little expertise in familial bonds, so who am I to say if he was or wasn't >he was honorable in that way lords are, and more than any in my memory banks adept in appeasing those who would squeeze the very blood of this world like a refinement center>his use of sending the more troublesome knights to the circular table or Ordre de l'Étoile saved many from death at destructive duels or political infighting>even if now I must prepare for those "three" to return>Brother Stig has insisted he shall deal with them as their appointed tech minister>so be it, I am headed to House Avalon anyway, so we travel together through the many strange pathways revealed by our hidden guests>the pathways are more overgrown than usual>dangerously so, Brother Stig almost trips over some strangleroot trying to grasp at his foot>I batter it away as we continue on>beasts are becoming more prevalent, rumors of cultists, monsters, beastmen, and other more dangerous lots gathering in the lost, ruined cities are becoming less rumor and more strategic fact>yet the trials must be laid before the most worthy>many contenders this year, yet few are worth considering in my opinion>the one I intend to give my aid to is a hard choice amongst slimier choices>Duke Wenceslaus II ran.>all know it, none speak it>his brother is a petulant whelp who never correctly battered across his organics in adolescence nor maturity and has become all the worse for it1/2
>>98883951>he did not wish to harm his brother, just as his father did, and now House Avalon has gone from the foremost leader of the world and example of the Code Chivalric to iron-fisted brutes, albeit ones far more secure in their borders than most houses>Boleslaus has installed a tax on windows that lead to many deaths>he then forced many laborers to cut the trees around the House Avalon and establish firing lines>wise choices, cruelly made>though there is an irony of one of my ilk being critical of logical choices>then again, I'm no usual tech priest2/2
>be Scion Míngmò>servant of Lord Galmon>this one's lord has sent her ahead with my brother scion to bring enlightenment to those poor fools of the imperium >for the hour of Geheimnistag draws close>when the warp is pressed paper thin against reality like a mass of parasites under a bloated corpse fit to burst>thus while the deranged one prepares his own plans this one has begun to spread that most pervasive of Nurgle's gifts>joy>the dour sort of Sevenboroughs spend most of their time huddled in their cities shivering and the few who dare to journey on the wheel worn path are just as soon to be slaughtered on them>the inns, vast bunkers created to offer a means of freedom and comfort in the form of palid bitter brews and watery traveler's stews are no doubt quick to spread word of "entertainers" coming and going from their locations>strange preformers singing tunes that disgust yet enrapture, something that repulses yet is impossible to look away from>and their new ring master, a woman who hides her visage behind a mask with rusted bells that ring add odd times and never when truly struck>slowly, this one lays the ground work for pestilence to rise but in truth in the mass of teaming imperial life it is easy to burrow in when needing to avoid a royal guard inspection or pious preachers accusation incensed mob >freak shows are not uncommon in the imperium, mutants and other such poor souls blessed with mutation by the warp yet shunned by the dogmatic are often chained and pelted with stones and coals>but this one's purpose to journey through the many packed cattle of the corpse worshipers is 3 fold>as all the best things are when in line with the grandfather's works>to find the lost techno-witches of Chyna Secundus1/2
>>98884091>to spread the seeds of pestilence for the works yet to come>and to gather the horrid things that live in the dark of this world>already trolls that believed themselves lucky to ambush a lone caravan have had their guts swollen and burst from their stomachs, yet death does not take them so they follow moaning and weak, beastmen awaken to find their skin pocketmarked with nibblefly larva or plump tasty ticks and are drawn by the whispers in the chittering legs, and yet the true prize lies (if rumor and legend are to be belived) in the hollow mountains, where rumors of a beast so bloated that it can only crawl around thanks to the slime it releases to coat the halls it calls home, a true titan among the toad dragons, waits to be cared for with a mother's touch>and beyond even that, the ruins of the 3 former knight cities crawl and intice with the workings of the warp in ways i cannot yet name>yes, this one is quite lucky for even if our plans fail, such gifts shall this one bring back to Ganges III2/2
>>98883933>>98883951>be Sir Duke Wenceslaus I>i stand on the bridge of Lady Marie de Antoi'nette Clouseau Poirot de Nicolett's ship overlooking Sevenboroughs>she has been overly apologetic regarding her blunder at the celebration on Pacifica Prime>almost to my irritation>Paige Pius doesn't seem to mind, though her attention at being surrounded by the Francs-Tiruers has raised my suspicions>another mystery to add to the ever growing pile that weighs on my shoulders at the moment>what trials await me to take the throne of the green knight?>will the forces of chaos use this moment of courtly upheaval to try and sink their tendrils into my home?>Should I claim the throne and become High King would it be wise to continue allying with the rogue traders who are so.... self-devoted?>can i rely on those who claim to be my allies be they the servants of the God Emperor of Mankind, his angels, or even his secret servants?>does my squire prefer the company of women?>so many mysteries...>Paige coughs to get my attention as the masked servant of Lady Nicolet, one Roquejeoffre d'Éon has been silently watching us for some time>i did not even hear him enter"Nous allons bientôt atterrir"1/2
>>98884367>i nod and prepare to depart>according to reports from the planet's surface the druids have already begun to move about the world to the various holds>therefore we must be swift to arrive at House Avalon as not to miss eligibility>even if i must then face my brother earlier than id like>he has not done wrong by our people, though he lacks the kind hand of our father>Avalon is not in rebellion but it is more tight fisted than when i departed>as the lander descends, the Rogue Trader's craft takes us to the royal mansion while our knights are deployed by landers to the stables for inspection by the retainer tech priests who serve the house instead of the wandering service of the druids>i mentally brace as the door opens>several guards greet us"Stand and Deliver, i am Sir Duke Wence-">several weapons are raised as the guards step forward, separating me from Paige Pius and Lady Nicolett"you are to be arrested and brough before the Lord of Avalon, Duke Boleslaus I">both seem fit to interject but i raise a hand to calm them>it is time i faced Boleslaus if this is how he intends to greet me after all this time, then i shall trust in the God Emperor to protect my body2/2
>Be Farseer Isendavar >Ah, Sevenboroughs >Ladrielle, goddess of mists has blessed you>The mon'keigh believe they rule this world>Yet as with all exodite worlds >This one is alive >The mon'keigh are but guests here>The true lords of this world are hidden quite well>But not to those who know where to look>I leave my ship in orbit, hidden away>And go through the webway>Straight to the halls of the Exodite lord>I step out>I show due reverence "Hail, lord and kinsman, my arrival was foretold, I greet you old friend and ally. I shall tell you of all that has transpired across the sector. ">I shake his hand>Tonight, we shall dance and sing>So I might commune with voice of this world
>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman >Ah myes>Sevenboroughs >I go hunting every so now and then here>Poor deceased Verti>Who had a name I couldn't pronounce >So I used a short version >But anyway>To ensure I am in the vicinity of the funeral I hired a palace in the capital>Might as well>Would be bloody inconvenient otherwise >Fergus, me, Elisaid, and a few others will take up residence there for the time being>I have a lot of acquaintances to meet with>And that thing to bring down>Massive lumbersome thing>But it will all be worth it
>Be me>Lord Inquisitor Wilbraham van Tarsing>Of the Ordo Hereticus>Here on a special assignment >The enemy within is crawling in the woods>But aside from the 'usual' suspects there is something else here as well>Old>Dead and alive >Parasitic and cruel>Human and entirely inhuman >To that end, I have requested the assistance of the Order of the Black Sepulchre>A section of Sororitas who have a distinguished record of service dating back to Cold Shoulder>Their weird make-up and tendency to try and make all their vehicles look like hearses notwithstanding >The local dynastic squabbles are of no interest to me>I, however, will not tolerate any and all blatant power graps>I am here to eliminate an ancient evil>Anything else comes second
>Be me>Count Wladislaus von Carrenstein zu Drachenhof>Count von Carrenstein to mine subjects >Count Wladislaus to mine peers>Wlad to my friends>I have been here a long time>Long enough to see these pale imitations of true nobility scurry and caper>Needing their suits to help them in battle>I have no such limitations>During the day, I slumber >But the night is my domain>The peasants are stupid and ignorant>The perfect donors>Some of the nobility would make for fine underlings>But for now, I am content myself>Imperium or Chaos, I dislike both>I serve but one master>And that master is me
>>98884533>>98884367>be Lady Marie de Antoi'nette Clouseau Poirot de Nicolett>MERDE>i watch as my oie en or is led off>i keep his pet lesbienne on her leash since as long as she's under my protection they cannot touch her>im a rogue trader, id like to see them try and imprison me>still my normally personnalité réservée is now....aigrie>im not about to let my house lose access to the Ordre de l'Étoile>not that id admit it but i have a rather nasty genestealer problem forming in one of my protectorate planets that is now on the backfoot because of them being called to the world>canoness Joan Delarc has made progress in establishing a schola sistora on Notre Damus and holding the line>but its a temporary solution>and i hate temporary solutions>Roquejeoffre informs me that Bannerman has landed in a privately rented residence>he really must have been quite close with the former High King Vratilechczechruss>...>you know what? im Scintillan, i really dont have a leg to stand on when it comes to names.>i decide to take a walk and finally see whats so grand about Sevenboroughs>i suppose there is a certain "beauté gothique">but far too much of it reminds me of a Feudal world>men wandering about stinking of grox filth, huddling behind wooden doors and arming themselves with pitchforks and torches in the knight while only really the guards that man the walls around Avalon have las and plasma weapontry>i suppose then its a good thing there are so many knights, non?>you can see the evidence of them everywhere, even the streets are designed wide enough for a knight to stomp through without crushing some poor peons' homes between the "stables" and the massive gates that led to the mountain paths outside>supposedly the houses are preparing for the arrival of "druids" a rather annoying local term for a secret sect of tech priests>who are famed for being able to fix damage to the knights most tech priests claim impossible>do they work on titans i wonder?
(1/5)>Be Skullorex Ebonsoul, Emissary of the Many-Headed Serpent, Bringer of Eternal Darkness>Once upon a time it took many months of preparation to ready the souls of mortals for what I am about to do >Large ritual sites had to be forged and then carefully hidden in plain sight, mortals lured to said site, tainted texts and pamphlets circulated to prepare their minds to receive the gifts of one of the several allied daemons assembled, and the ritual itself was slow, with true corruption sometimes taking days to achieve, particularly when the mortals fled the ritual site, as they often did once they started noticing the changes >But this time will be different>First of all, we have been perfecting these rituals for years, on worlds like Archipelago, Ravenholm, and Brontë 2 >Secondly, many of the souls we are about to corrupt have been pre-sorted so to speak>Some of those gathered here are cultists whose souls are already well aligned with one of The Faces of our daemonic sponsors>Others are scholars, degenerates, soldiers, criminals, bored nobles, desperate paupers, and many more, lured here by a wide range of promises, but all wearing a tainted mask chosen for them based on what a senior cultist saw within their soul >Thirdly, there is no day of the year when the Veil is thinner than the rapidly approaching Geheimnistag, and few worlds as tainted by the dark deeds of my master many centuries ago. I can feel the Powers of the Warp swirling around me, wanting to be used.>We have gathered in one of the countless labyrinth crypts that have been dug into the foundations of the fortress city of Avalon. Cultists, revelers, political dissidents, and any others we could lure in. Those who don’t know the true reason for the gathering think it is an ancient variation of Geheimnistag celebrations, one that involves wild parties and safety in numbers opposed to cowering in the dark at home alone, which has become the norm in many parts of Sevenboroughs.
>>98885976(2/5)>The party has a delightfully pagan vibe, tables laden with feasts and barrels of wine, crypt entrances decorated with carved pumpkins and other decorations, revelers giddy with excitement>And this isn’t the only location on Sevenboroughs where such a celebration is taking place, my brethren are organizing many such rituals big and small across the planet, and we aren’t the only ones taking advantage of Sevenboroughs festive traditions either, the Scions of Galmon seek to use them too>All around me followers of the Thirty Faces, and those they have duped into joining them gather, wearing masks and costumes, some crude, some elaborate, depicting the Face of Darkness they have the greatest alignment with“Gather around good folk, and let me tell you of the origins of Geheimnistag”“Once there was a dark god named Thypptyklpt, who served an even stronger dark god named Tzeentch”>Many in the crowd don’t like where this story is heading, but the ritual has already started and their bodies don’t allow them to do anything other than stand and listen“Thypptyklpt believed those who were wise and strong and who sought out knowledge had the right to become minor godlings in their own right, and to rule over this region of space as was their rightful destiny”“Thypptyklpt took on many Faces as he sought to encourage the worthy to follow their destiny”“Kenku-Tengi the Black Raven, who mastered the powers of the mind to see into the future and the past”“The Lord of Bones, who guided those who sought immortality”“The Queen of the Black Sabbath who commanded the spirits of the dead”“Dread Dagon, for whom no knowledge is forbidden”“The Masked Man who spread his message far and wide”“Franken the Maker of Lighting and Monsters, and his misshapen servant Igori”“The Clown who wants to make the Universe a more interesting place”“And the Trickster who wears many shapes”
>>98886001(3/5)“Thypptyklpt found many followers, but they were not enough”“Thypptyklpt found an ally, the dreaded perverse goddess Erotomortia, who served the god Slaanesh, and who took great pleasure in the pain and fear of others" “Erotomortia found Thypptyklpt’s game of many Faces amusing and novel and created many alter-egos of her own, each leading of which led cults specializing in playing a different dark game:"“There was the Pumpkin King who envied souls clade in flesh, and The Bloated Ghoul whose appetites were unspeakable.”“There was The Succubus who stole souls with sex, and The Black Cat whose vanity knew no limits.”“There was The Flesh Sculptor whose magic made her wet dreams a reality, and The Leprechaun who ensnared others through their own greed.”>By this point many in the audience are visibly twitching and spasming, some trying to break free of the spell, others on the verge of magnificent changes “But still it was not enough, Erotomortia’s cults were powerful but small and lacking in ambition, Thypptyklpt needed a horde of mindless fodder to push back the mindless but endless hordes of the Emperor”“So then Thypptyklpt found another god, one who was old and grim and tired of existence, and that god had no Face and no name, but his followers gave him seven anyways”“The Reaper. The King of Vermin. The Linen Wrapped Corpse. The Walking Hill of Rotting Offal. The Raiser of the Dead, The Shambling Fungi. ”“Despite their lowly nature, the rotting hordes bogged down the Emperor’s endless hordes and allowed the children of Thypptyklpt to advance their goals in peace, but the Emperor also had many champions for whom the rotting hordes were but a minor inconvenience, so yet another god was recruited, Scorn, son of Khorne”“The eight forms of Scorn were Jason the Whore-Butcher, the Blood Wolf, the Blood Drinker, the Blood Knight, the Blood Maker, the Roaring Blade, the Red Devil, and the Black Yeti.”
>>98886019(4/5)“With these Thirty Faces of Darkness corrupting the mortal realm, none could stand in Thypptyklpt way, and many great things did he accomplish. But then a new game captured Thypptyklpt’s attention, one where he played a key role in the Opening of the Rift, and the magnification of the Power of Chaos in the mortal realm a hundred fold. The Thirty Faces faded into obscurity for many centuries, but was not forgotten completely. On many planets such as this one, the Cult of the Thirty Faces still lingers, its members painstakingly pouring through old tomes to learn which Face is the closest match for their own dark soul, and by doing so, are rewarded with a tiny fraction of their dark power.”“But of course, some of you all know all of this, it is Geheimnistag that you wish to hear about.”“It is an ancient celebration, known by many different names on many different worlds, dating as far back as Ancient Terra, as even the earliest of humans understood that the barrier between this world and the next was thinnest on this day, so it was the most likely day upon which the spirits of the Other World could cross into this one”“It is said when Thypptyklpt’s attention was drawn elsewhere, he spoke of a return, and that return will occur on Geheimnistag, the day when the veil is at its thinnest”“And that day is today”>I pound my staff into the ground >The weak fires burning in the braziers and inside the carved pumpkins scattered across the room roar to live and begin changing colours rapidly. From maddening multi-color madness, to cloying purple with alluring pink smoke, to acid green that stinks of rot, to burning red and black >Everyone in the room starts changing within, and sometimes without >The spell affects everyone differently
>>98886025(5/5)>Some find themselves trapped in their own bodies as entities from beyond seize control. The minds of others are filled with voices, goaded them along the desired path. Others are simply obliterated, their bodies now belonging to others >Some remain physically unchanged, but begin drifting to the edges of the room, where piles of ritual garments and weapons have appeared >Others writhe as their bodies change. Some become more bestial, taking the traits of avians, felines, canines, bats. For others, their masks merge into their skulls, replacing their heads with carved pumpkins or bare bone, or replacing their faces with new ones of alluring beauty or terrifying hideousness>Although most become lowly flesh puppets, madmen, and mutants, a few of those assembled are granted true power, becoming psykers or daemonhosts, or occasionally even a lesser or greater manifestation of one of the Thirty Faces of Darkness >Around me now stands an army of darkness, one of many that has been summoned to this world at rituals sites big and small across the planet...
>Be Count Orlok Drăcule, the deformed accursed elder of House Drăcule >I myself am not the pilot of our House's knight>Despite being the 1st born, I was deformed and deemed unfit to pilot such a marvelous machine >My younger brother Vladimir Drăcule instead was the one who pilots our House's knight >Whilst my younger brother operates the knight and is the public facing head of the family>I am the actual head of the family>Always working from the shadows and always making sure the peasantry are kept in line>Often through acts of terror, draining the blood of my victims and sometimes devouring whole body parts >leaving behind drained ruined corpses on the streets >Whenever the public facing Drăcules are presented with this by the peasants they always parrot the same thing>"It seems to be a wild animal attack that broke in, we shall handle it">In a manner of speaking, not completely implausible >Sometimes it ends up actually being an animal attack and I dont have to do anything >I do this all in The Emperor's name of course>He even speaks to me, so all my wickedness and my hunger for blood and flesh is justified>Be Khrave Rootmind Nosferatu>The memories of House Drăcule are delicious>such a rich history of violence and terror>it pleases us greatly>I work through this vessel the one called Orlok, a poor man deformed of both face and body>One I have given an unnatural hunger for his fellow man>He thinks I am the voice of his Emperor>A lie of course but a useful one>In time many others of my kind shall find fertile soil in his kin>This world is rich in minds to devour >I've already got a fellow rootmind working its way into Vladimir >One who will be partaking in this High King ritual>For now I shall keep piloting Orlok >Enjoying eating ever more at his brain>savouring each memory he gains>We the Khrave so rarely get such fine delights as this after all
>>98884367>>98885710>Be Baronne-Capitaine Claire D;Or, Francs-Tireurs >It az been beaucoup de mois since my terrible humiliation on Pershah Gulf >The Lady Marie now knows me well, and az put me in charge of a small unit she keeps close to her >We are not honored bodyguards though, non, not at all >We are her fetchers and lickspittles and her objects decoratif >We are chosen for our belle physique, or because we owe her, or for most of us, les deux>Recemment, my unit has been tasked with guarding the quarters of our guest de honneur, the Duke Wenceslaus and his companion, the daring and tres magnifique Paige Pius >I blush to even think of her >I have heard les rumeurs of course >But she has yet to show interest in moi >Is it because I am an officer? Or because of what happened to me on Pershah Gulf?>It is for the best though that she has no interest in me, a dame noble like moi should not desire such things >We accompany the Lady Marie, Wenseslaus, and the dashing Paige to the Royal Mansion, only for Wenceslaus to be arrested >How horrible!>But the Lady Marie orders us to stand down and not fight the men of the brute Boleslaus, who arrests their own frere?>The Lady Marie is tres agitee and goes for a walk >Lacking clear instructions, I decide to stay and guard the Lady Paige
>>98884091(1/2)>Be Lady Isadora Drachenhof, Minor Noble, Schlick Operative>My family is so far removed from anyone that matters that we aren’t even worthy of piloting an Armiger>Some of us become infantry officers, some become mid ranking bureaucrats, some become senior servants like courtiers and family physicians>And some lack the brains or physique or dedication to fill any of those roles, so we are just given very minor responsibilities (which we try our best to avoid) while our parents try and marry us off to someone respectable (which is why we try and be as disrespectable as possible)>But a few of us have found a new purpose >We were pried from hidden bordellos and gambling halls where we spend much of our time, and given access to exquisite pleasures by a woman known as the Mistress in return for our loyalty >Myself, along with a few companions, have been sent to investigate another clandestine organization, a cult if you will >A group of travelling performers so hideous they make even the typical peasant look beautiful in comparison >We manage to track them down in the fortified inn known as The Royal’s Standards >There they are doing a private show for a number of bored minor nobles >Boleslaus’s crack down on official festivities have left many people desiring alternatives >I have heard of several Geheimnistag parties occurring in the crypts, wild events drawing together the rich and the poor alike >But as morbid as the crypt parties are, watching these freaks takes things to a whole other level >Their already hideous bodies are enhanced with foul smelling make-up and prosthetics, allowing them to truly resemble the misshapen undead they are intended to depict, for on Geheimnistag its is said, the dead rest uneasily>The music they play is simple and soothing, despite its unsteady beat >Their leader is a shapely woman who hides her face behind a ritual mask, with bells that ring when they shouldn’t, and don’t ring when they should
>>98886755(2/2)>I don’t know much about the magics of the Warp, other than that they exist and they are powerful, but I suspect they are somehow at play here >And yet I do not care, as the music causes me to alternate between being sleepy and apathetic, and gripped by a strange uncontrollable sort of mirth
>>98886169>>98884091>>98885976>Be Khrave Rootmind Nosferatu>Seems the moves are starting to be made>Two servants of the Immaterium and their followers are on this planet>Such minds are ripe to devour but they too can ruin the minds of others>Such a waste of delicious minds is a tragedy>One we cannot allow to come to pass>So we shall have to start our work>I whisper to Orlok>its time he got to work>Be Count Orlok >Looking through papers with my decrepit boney fingers>The scribes presenting me with such things are full of fear and yet I also see hunger in them>hunger for greater rises in the social hierarchy>Then a voice, it is the Emperor himself>There are new insidious forces who seek to destroy our world>Such a thing must not come to pass>I beckon a scribe one forward>a young man dutifully steps forward"Summon.. the family.. to my chambers... The God Emperor... has spoken once more">he bows"Yes my Lord it shall be done right away">He quickly rises and sprints off >I recline back into the darkness of my throne >So two traitors to his Righteousness on Terra seek to spread their taint to Sevenboroughs>One who previously got involved with several others in the Nordica sector >But also one who caused a ruckus on the planet of Brönte 2 of the Brönte sisters>They shall regret stepping foot on this world>especially on my lands>Should matters come to it, I shall present myself to the other houses of The Sevenboroughs>Though even the dimmest of lights are blindingLooking forward to seeing how this goes, also good to see Skullorex again been a while since Valhallans on a Cemetery World, might have to bring back Hareton and the rest of the Violet Canines
>>98885976>>98884091>>98886755>>98886771>be Scion Míngmò>as this one's plague cohort of chaos carnivals spreads its joy at the inn "the Royal's Standards" and the woods beyond, a fat nibble fly crawls along my arm and presses its black body between my fingers>so plump with information its gatheredCRUNCH>as i inhale i feel my mind absorb all its information>so, a growing cult as made their home in the tunnels of Avalon>deeply dug tombs from ages past so weighted down with the countless dead of the world its become like naturally formed labyrinths of bone and shrines to the dead>as i see the cult and the story spoken by its leader i can see why the nibblefly was so fat, that is quite the load of information>but this one get the gist to pass onto Kronenberg whenever he pops his head up from what he's doing>their numbers are impressive on Sevenboroughs but ive not heard of this cult as much as the Schlick>that doesn't mean they are not a threat or a boon to be utilized >still i must admit im interested in their Geheimnistag plan>a cemetery celebration>a social gathering of the grotesque and ghastly>a macerate mashing of the monstrous if you would prefer>i should attend, should i find the time>for now however another fly lands on my puppet hand as it crawls into the puppet's maw which crushes it>of course the Schlick are present, when have they very failed to mark their attendance>yet...>their is a whiff of something of both imperial and of the immaterial on her>a whift of something that has a history with the sons of the lion>such a rich tapestry has unfolded in recent times"are you enjoying the show, ladies and germs?">a chorus of groans, from melancholic apathy, exhaustive bemoaning, and manic hysterical laughter is all the response needed"This one requests a member of the audience for the next reality-bending act...."1/2
>>98886882>i point my staff at the noble in the back"YOU!">before she can protest, two of my performers haul her up and drag her to the stage"GIVE HER A ROUND OF APPLAUSE! For my next trick i make her disappear!">a wooden coffin is hauled to the stage, the door is open as several crawling insects scurry out of it">i lean in close as she is shoved inside"shhhhh, remember....nobody likes a critic revealing the show's secrets before its time for the finale..." >the door is shut as several blades are stabbed into it>i clap my hands twice as the door open and she's gone"thank you...thank you...">the audience reacts as if i had done the last act again, the maddess has set in, laughter, sadness, apathy>but i got what i wanted>we're set to depart anyway>a few hours to the forest and the technowitches>ill bring the schlick agent back from the other side of the coffin, where she's being held in darkness, at the very least secure if not "safe" and get a clearer picture on what the Schlick are doing here>the smell still concerns me>i know ive smelled it before but where....2/2
>>98884528>Be Farseer Isendavar >And with grace does the evening progress >Lord Oronduil is as gracious a host as ever>Alas, it time for me to turn my gaze upon the mon'keigh once more>I have reached out to this world>And she speaks in kind>She shall aid me on my travels>As before>The mists, the woods, the creatures >They shall not impede me>I would contact Peregrine first>But I have something else to do first>I arrange for transportation >A giant eagle >Humans are stupid and will think you trustworthy if you arrive on on>I have some things to investigate >And people to contact
>>98886755>>98886882(1/2)>Be Lady Isadora Drachenhof, Minor Noble, Schlick Operative>This play has made me very sleepy, and also a little sickly >Whatever method the carnival is using to generate that hideous stench is a little too strong and too realistic for my tastes >Knowing the peasantry, they likely used real rotting meat mixed with their own feces >How typical of the peasants to find such a thing amusing >What am I even doing here again? My mind has often wandered since I arrived >Ah yes, investigate the carnivals, but don’t get too close, because they may have access to powerful magics >Shit, whose idea was it to get this close? Probably mine. I remember having doubts as to how powerful such hideous rabble could actually be, and also a perverse interest in their hideous appearance >A certain sense of urgency to be away from here finally penetrates the fog in my brain but it is too late >The ring mistress has selected me to participate in the next act, and two of her performers appear behind me and haul me up on stage >Up close it is impossible to mistake them for anything other than the unnatural >The cheeks, nose, and eyes of one of them has rotted to nothingness, and maggots and flies crawl from its skull-like face >The other has several long slimy tentacles in the place of each arm. It uses two of these tentacles to drag one of my arms, while a third tentacle detaches itself and wraps itself around my neck and lower face >The smell is beyond foul >I vomit, but with my nose and mouth covered, there is nowhere for it to go >None of the audience finds anything usual about this, not even my companions who are supposed to be guarding me >The audience starts applauding half-heartedly as I am dragged before a rotting coffin on stage >The ring mistress says something to me before shoving me into the partially upright coffin >I fall backwards, and keep falling, landing in a pile of reeking sludge
>>98887301(2/2)>The thin cracks of light peeking in through the crooked planks of the rotting coffin seem to now be several meters above me >I squirm free of the sludge and find myself in a waist deep fluid that smells like both the inside of a cesspool and an abandoned slaughterhouse >The tentacle that had wrapped itself around my face is now gone, so at least I can now breathe, and cough up trapped vomit, though breathing this fetid air isn’t going to do wonders for my health either >It is almost pitch black in here though the tiny cracks of weak light coming from the coffin above do occasionally catch the ripples of the fluid I am standing in >Is this some sort of hidden space beneath the carnival stage? I begin to wade blindly forward, hoping to find a wall, and perhaps eventually a door leading out of here >The space I am in starts rocking and shaking slightly, like outside forces are moving it >I stumble as I try and keep my balance, horrified by the prospect of falling face-first into the putrid fluids I am standing in >And then I realize I am not alone >Something slimy swimming in the water brushes against the inside of my thigh, and something with many legs lands on my shoulder from somewhere and crawls down my top >As I frantically try and loosen portions of my dress to get at the creature crawling and biting under my clothes, something small and spiky crawls up my nose and gets stuck in my sinus, buzzing its wings and causing my eyes to water >Disoriented, I stumble backwards and end up stuck in a rotting pile of sludge >Something large and buzzing latches onto my face and shoves a rubbery tube down my throat >The insect bites are causing my muscles to spasm and lock up and I begin to blackout >My last conscious thought is the horrific realization that something is laying eggs down by throat and into my stomach
>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughneck's">our regiment has been once again, redeployed>with our number replenished on Pacifica Prime, we are back at full combat strength>the same now goes for my Recon Platoon>our destination turns our to be Sevenboroughs, a feudal knight world>odd, the world does not seem to be at war...>the officer's briefing clears things up a little...>the world has lost it's "High King" and is in the middle of a succession crisis of sorts>someone high up in sector command wants some Imperil Guard troops on the world to keep the peace until a new king is selected>huh? >this might be an easy job for once>just stand around doing guard duty, breaking up a couple bar brawls, and checking papers>and then comes the planet briefing>specifically the part about the extremely hostile flora and fauna >plants thats strangle their prey and fire-breathing lizards>and also to stay out of the ruined cities that the locals say are cursed...>oh Throne...>we just shown up to a fething Death World>this is gonna suck grox-shit>as we are loading our gear onto the landers our mail comes in!>finally, I have received a letter from home>it is not good news...>double feth...>we had a bad harvest and mother got sick...>she is better now but, father had to take out a loan from the "Banking Cartel" one with predatorily high interest >we are officially in debt>if the debts are not by the end of next harvest season, we will lose the farm that has been in our family for generations...>it's a good 2,000 thrones>as officer in the Guard, I make a good 100 a month>but I still would not be able to scrape 2,000 together by then!>frakking hell!>Tiny Tam is looking at me with concern>she can tell that something bothering me>as we get aboard the Valkyrie, I fill bother her and Lil' Tom on the news...
>>98884533>>98885710>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman >What's all this then? >Wenceslaus arrested?>By his own brother no less>Curious>Though from what I remember Boleslaw was always rotten>Envious, dour and grasping >The type of person who resents everything>Oh well, I suppose I better come and have a look at the drama myself>In style>The thing has landed>Bloody massive it is>200.000 purebred white horses and massive engines keep it moving>The streets will bend under its weight>And mister Boleslaw will better answer when I come knocking >Oh and Marie is there as well>Who cares>I'm not here for her
>>98886771>Be Count Orlok Drăcule >I sit the room lit by the fire place as my kin take their seats>Closest to me is my young brother Vladimir>The only one who ever truly looks at my form and never recoils in horror unlike the others"Kin... the Emperor speaks again... during the election of the new High King... two Cults of heretics... seek to destroy... our lands and world... i therefore declare that we must... act... to keep our world safe from the taint...">Vladimir leans over "What would you have us do my Lord?">I caress my brother's cheek with right hand>a boney claw running along"I do not say this lightly... but we must arm... the peasantry and call... for a crusade of blood...">I recline back into the darkness of my chair "Let them know... the cruelty and virtue of House Drăcule... let fear overwhelm... those who would defy... the God Emperor">Be Khrave Rootmind Nosferatu >Whilst Orlok speaks to his kin, I myself must begin to plot>I know myself and my kin must act fast>What better way to get suitable vessels to start an invasion then to have Orlok call for a crusade>Muster up his peasants to war and take full control of the nobility of House Drăcule >I have a fellow Khrave begin to work on Vladimir >Relaying a link to the man's soul for him to possess >Though it must be slow and gradual whilst still accounting for the time frame we have>It might be far more apparent seeing as I have had years to fully ingrain myself into Orlok>So much so his family see what should be alarming behaviour as completely normal>After all, I am just playing into what should be their most sacred duty>To eradicate those who would defy their God>One of these days I shall find my way to Terra and devour the Emperor's memories and soul>What a feast that would be>My younger Khrave kin are hungry >But they must wait>Once we have this world fully under our thumb>We can devour the flesh >for now my kin must make do with the minds of Orlok and his victims
>>98883951>>98887517>>98885710>>98884367>be Duke Boleslaus I>sitting on the throne fuming silently>my wandering fool of a brother has the gaul to finally return home>all it took was the death of our father>who held Avalon together while the burden of the Green Knight Throne took our father's focus and oaths?>me>who got to run round chasing glories and serving the lower classes like some child playing knighthood?>him>now he returns home and sees fit to try his hand at legitimacy?>not since the time of the arrival of the Rogue Trader William the Bastard Conqueror has there been such a disgrace parading itself as righteousness>speaking of which i receive no small amount of contention that BOTH the scions of that damned house of Williams have made planet fall>Bannerman has brought his most aggrandizing carriage and Nicolett has seen fit to dismiss herself in protest at my brother's arrest>the trumpeter informs me that Lord Bannerman is on the way"inform him that well wishers and off worlders may wait for my approval in the main hall. AND NO FURTHER.">if he wishes to protest he may argue how special his fancy coach is to the 4 knights that guard the door interior>such is the nature of this world that some knights must always be ready at a moments notice>guard rotations are of import, lest the weight dull the senses and self of my protectors>but beyond the ego of rogue traders this is a matter of pride, our father was always eager to use the oath made to the Bastard Conqueror as an excuse to send would be culled squires and hotheaded knights off into the stars>when the house split the oath was honored to both houses as a way to further avoid bloodshed between rival house knights outside the laws of Sevenboroughs>i have no love for either of them, but i kept the oath because it was a good way to rid myself of annoyances1/2
>>98887782>so imagine my fury when i find that apparently the "DUKE" of Avalon announced that such oaths would be halted until the matter of the throne was resolved>it was a powerplay at worse and idiotic chivalry at best>knowing my brother it might as well be both>and whom should arrive but my brother, dragged before the throne in chains"hello....Wenceslas""brother.""THAT'S DUKE OF AVALON TO YOU!">he merely looks at me"oh is that what this is about?">i feel my mustache bristle in rage>he always kept his so neat, so perfect and proper behind that "goodie two clogs" mask>meanwhile im barely able to keep mine from taking up my whole face>oooooo i hate it!"YES! IM DUKE! NOT YOU! YOU DONT GET TO DICTATE WHAT OATHS ARE KEPT OR NOT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT I AM, BROTHER?""well at the moment you're angry.""RAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!">im about to draw blades when two druids simply step through a side door that should have been locked>the druids always can find their way around with terrible ease"now now, no reason for brothers to fight. What does the Code Chivalric say about nobles?">i puff and steam but calm myself lest i ruin Avalons chances at legitimacy"first....first to battle, last to anger.">Get@fix nods"indeed, wise Duke Boleslaus...and it is good to see you Duke Wenceslas">even chained my brother is able to swoon and charm>i frown"fine...release my brother, we have guests to entertain.">the druids are not the sort to slight, without their aid many knights taking battle against one of the beasts of Sevenboroughs would be far from battle ready, to that end i must "play nice"2/2
(1/2)>Be Priscilla, Least Fortunate Woman in the Galaxy>The two week trip from Pacifica Prime to Sevenboroughs has been surprisingly restful >I credit this to my new-old philosophy of “bury and forget”>All those memories of bad things that happened to me, and questions around the fate of my immortal soul and my current questionable allegiances, not going to worry about them >Easy access to anti-depressants and alcohol makes this mentality easier to pull off >Also the fact I am now travelling with Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Fucking Trader and one of the richest people in the Sector >Like I have always said, if you are going to be friends with someone, be friends with rich people >Not that I am friends with Peregrine, but I am certainly enjoying his hospitality >In truth, I don’t really get what we are supposed to be doing in Peregrine’s employ >Spencer just says “we are working for Bannerman for now”>Which could mean “we are doing secret Sect stuff, but you are too drunk these days to keep a secret”>Or it could mean “Roshi and Isendavar think we are burnt out and useless, so this is our retirement package”>Either one is fine with me >Sooner or later I know the Schlick is going to find a way to capture me and stick something up my butt, but that seems less likely to occur on the Peregrine’s spaceship then on Pacifica Prime or Happy Ending >So yeah, I think Peregrine thinks we are Inquisitorial Agents or something, so he mostly leaves us alone >Or me alone anyways >I don’t see Roshi very often, and even Spencer sometimes disappears for days, so who knows what they are up to and whether Peregrine is involved
>>98887903(2/2)>But me, I get to lounge around this palatial guestroom, sometimes attending social events on the ship where everyone is reserved and polite to me no matter what mood I am in. The fact that Spencer is often lurking not far from me grants me instant respect obviously, and also the fact that word has spread I am somehow linked to the Inquisition >And now that we are in orbit around Sevenboroughs, who knows?>I will probably just continue lounging about up here in space unless someone tells me to do otherwise >Maybe if Peregrine rounds up a bunch of his second tier officers and flunkies and brings them down to the planet for the funeral or a ball or something I will get off my butt and join the party...>But until then, I am going to sit in my room and drink spiced tea and mulled wine and read shitty romance novels on my dataslate, just like old times >I wonder if anyone on board this ship knows how to make a peppermint hot toddy?
>>98887431>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughneck's">our regiment lands in the city of Avalon, the seat of one of the world's Knight Houses...>stepping off the lander the cold winds of this world hit us>the spotted felinids from Pacifica Prime are the worse effected>nowhere near as cold as Nordica II, but it is clear that winter approaches >the first thing we do is break out the cold weather gear>spend the next few hours helping unload supplies and other such equipment>ammo, heavy weapons, more cold weather gear, etc>the entire time, however, the thought of how the feth I can come up with 2,000 Thrones on short notice lingers in my mind>Lil' Tom and Tiny Tam both are disheartened about the news from home>shame really>I would loved to show her the family farm one day>same one that my grandfather, father, siblings and I were born on>frakking banking cartels...>just more misbegotten nobles that just want it all...>as we finish, Lord Commissar Kate swings by >rumor has it that 'renegades' are organizing in the more isolated and shady corners of this world>so we are getting sentry duty>my platoon is being assigned to guard the "Grand Archives">so I gather up the platoon, Lil' Tom and Tiny Tam included>I give a short briefing"Alright roughnecks, listen up! Our job today is to guard the archives here in Avalon. Rumor has it that some renegades are going to make a mess of things while nobles decide who is gonna be king!">... "That said, they don't want anything to happen to the archives if things go south. Any questions?">no one asks, its a rather simple and laid-back assignment after all"All right ladies! Mount up into the half-tracks, lets get a move on!">I clamber into the Centaur RSV, taking a seat next to Tam>on the way to the archives, we get a look at the city proper>old yet grandiose(1/2)
>>98887903>>98887722>be Lord Inquisitor Master Roshi Oda Toriko Akirama of the Ordos Xenos>oooooooh and im excited>seeing the nature of the living world of Pacifica Prime has gotten the ol'Ordo Xenos blood flowing>and reminded me ive had the Sect a bit too focused on chaos threats>not that Galmon isn't worth focusing on but stopping him doesn't do anyone much good at if at the end of all this a tyrranid tendril shows up and eats us all>so ive put a few feelers out, faked a few orders to redirect some troops and settled in for a lengthy warp trip>Peregrine had quite the collection of documents that he was happy to share>and a few i had to finesse some of the "hired help" to bring me with banana splits>never hurts to learn culinary skills in a galaxy where most people have only eaten corpse starch and mud>my recipe for jelly donuts have gotten me more confessions than my torture methods>for the most part i leave Spence and Boobs to their own devices>Spence spends the trip keeping an eye on Boobs so the Schlick dont magically steal her mid warp jump and sneaking away to try and study the information i gave him from "Al's" old helmet about the history of the Sect's missions>he asks me a question now and then but i try to let him work this out for himself>but in particular ive found something VERY interesting>in Peregrine's records of his last visit to Sevenboroughs>mainly accustaions of stealing cultural relics and demands for a duel to the death for "noble woman fraternizing">and a few requests for child support or acceptance into the Bannerman dynasty1/2
>>98888119>its good information to be used at some point but that's not what caught my eye>no what really got my old ass first in line for deployment down to the world>is some notes on the architecture of one house Dracule>it matches a description of the "extinct" species of the Khrave>oh they still have the skulls and usual gothic building styles of the Imperium at large but these in particular imply something>is that a history of interaction, a brush with warp influence, or something darker...>well that remains to be seen>it be safer to travel with Spence but he's still researching>so i simply put a teleporter relay on my person in case i need to call him in and leave the kiddos to enjoy their orbiting vacation>after landing at Avalon i precure transport as swift as i can south>a brief stop at the slaughtered grox and then ill be able to "inquisition" to my old heart's content2/2
>>98888112felinid Lt. Tom continued >though must of the buildings were built from hand cut stone and wood, they were expertly built and maintained>the roads where not mud or sand as I expected, but built from fine white stone>the menials clearly keep themselves busy by keeping the streets clean of refuse and manure>fine banners hung from many buildings, bearing the heraldry of house avalon>the city is certainly a better sight than my worlds we been on>Chyna Secundus in particular>throne I hope we do NOT have to go back there>but before long we reach the "Grand Archives">its a massive building, much like anything used by the Adeptus Administratum>we park the Centaurs out front>the Grand Archives have a front and rear entrance>I post one squad on each>that being 3rd Squad at the front, and 4th and the rear>as for 1st and 2nd Squad, we enter the archives itself>I order them to settle down and rest>I fully intend to rotate the watches every few hours>as for myself>I take a bit of a walk to familiarize myself with the building lay out>Throne...>that it is ALOT of books(2/2)
>>98887722>>98888119>Be Count Orlok Drăcule >My family murmur amongst themselves >Clearly my call for a crusade is not popular amongst some of them>Especially not when there is plenty amongst them who want to position Vladimir for role of High King>Arrogant fools even if they are my kin>I rise from my chair>My body cracking under the pressure from my deformed skeleton"What comes first? Do we bicker with the other 3 houses or do we put our devotion first to the Imperium?">I feel my words being clearer then normal perhaps its best to lay off the strangled words once in a while"What happens if dear Vladimir becomes High King? It would still not solve the growing heretic problem that the Emperor spoke to me of. Would it?">They settle down as Vlad stands with me"As Lord in the eyes of the people, I shall enact your will brother">I smile genuinely "Then it is decided no? We'd best get our people ready for war">I begin to walk towards the exit accompanied by my family>A new crusade shall begin>If the other Houses wish, they may join us>Or they can stay out of our way>The populace must be armed with best weapons our Druids can provide>Be it sword, polearm or even hand cannons though we are limited in those>The Armigers will be awakened >And Vlad shall stride into battle within the frame of our Cerastus pattern Lancer The Impaler of Wallachia>Be Khrave Rootmind Nosferatu >and whilst you shall be doing that Orlok>I shall be preparing for the rest of my kin to arrive>after all, you and your crusade shall make it ever so easy>of course provided no outside forces find out about us>I shall of course have Orlok dispose of such things>guiding him along of course>after all>I plan on devouring Orlok fully when his usefulness is over
>>98886882>be Kronerberg "The Deranged", loyal scion and Lord Galmon's greatest warp sorcerer>be on the world of Sevenboroughs>sowing seeds of corruption...>I have just finished bringing a tribe of feral and most savage Beastmen into our fold>they lived deep in the forests, occasionally raiding unweary merchants>having abandoned the worship of the Corpse Emperor, they reverted to their old ancestral cults>a cult that worships the "Chiefs of the End of Time">they worshipped the dark gods in all but name...>it was so very simple to nudge them in the right direction>few acts of sorcery later, they gave themselves fully over to Tzeentch >a left a few of my men from the IXth Iconoclast Cohort to train them in the finer aspects of combat>my whispers tell me they will be most useful, oh yes yes yes>with that done I go to reunite with my Mingmo>the preordained meeting point is deep in most delightfully dark forest>she has reached our meeting point first>oh my she is wearing the garb of a jester!>oh how droll!"Salutations my dear Mingmo! Now pray tell, what delightfully devious plan do you have in mind for these loyalist dogs?"
>>98887431>>98888112>be Tiny Tam>I've been spared redeployment back to the inquisition for another mission or two>i believe until Morgana prepares for her first real mission as an acting inquisitor>but that news can wait because there is sad enough news already>apparently my grandma was sick and now Dad's farm is at risk>the news hits Lil Tom more than me, mainly because he's actually seen the farm>but id have liked to>at some point>if we ever get to go back to that side of the galaxy>im still not quite sure where Carlos McConnel is relative to the Nordica Sector>we get a fairly easy job, guard the royal archives>ive never really been to the administration before but i imagine its like this>miles upon miles of books, scrolls, and servitors all working to catalog and record each "chivalric deed">i guess everyone is like that on this world>Lil Tom and I go off to secure, "histories of the Green Tide" while the other 1st and second squads are sent to other sections to ensure nobody "tampers" with the archive during the succession>trying to make their house look better, fudging numbers to appear more heroic, that sort of thing>i wonder when this became a common enough thing that they needed outside imperial intervention to avoid it>that or they maybe wanted an excuse to get us away from the more noble housings>there is an entire wing called "the halfling hunts" so its clear abhumans are not as fondly viewed here as some other worlds>Lil Tom and I take point, again im trying to improve my inquisition skills by "inquisition-ing" any tampering>Lil Tom keeps checking every few books"what are you looking for?""just seeing if any of these books might be worth a few thrones">sigh"dont you dare, we're not in the imperium...i mean we are, but knight worlds have their own laws, its not like they hand punishment back to the guard like most world when it comes to getting caught.""2000 thrones, Tam""i know.""no you dont">where did that come from?
(1/3)>Be Morana Dracule, Minor Noble, Schlick Operative>While the senior members of my family have a no doubt tedious meeting, I head out to play>There is a little known clubhouse not far from my family’s mansion, known as “Blood and Vigor”, which is often willing to cater to the more, unusual tastes, that some of my family members have developed. They sometimes need to rely on rather unorthodox methods to recruit new playthings for us, since we keep breaking the old ones, but that is what peasants are for isn’t it? Or you know, minor nobles, middle class yeoman types, off-worlders, or anyone else who is attractive enough>Nothing too exciting going on today though, most of those present are younger, more sane members of the family, here for some relatively vanilla, but still technically forbidden hobbies like pegging, pony-play, incest, rape, and raping kidnapped nobles from other houses>Hmm, disappointing>I pour myself a glass of wine as I consider my options>Then I spot that De Danann noblewoman I paid a lot of money to have kidnapped and I cheer up, slip out of my robes, and look for the biggest strap-on not currently in use>Be Strigoika, Chosen of the Blood Drinker, Senior Member of the Dracule Coven of the Cult of Thirty Faces>With me are two other senior members; Afina, Prophetess of the Masked Man, and Antanasia, Chosen of the Flesh Sculptor>Afina has already performed the ritual of awakening at several small ceremonies throughout the fortress city of Dracule, giving us an army that numbers in the thousands, but she says these numbers are not enough to take the city, so we must bide for time while we wait for Geheimnistag, when the conditions will be right to perform much larger rituals>In the meantime, there are other players present on this city, potential rivals that could give away the game with their carelessness >We agree to start with the weakest, the naissant Slaaneshi Cult forming among some of the minor nobles of House Dracule
>>98888659(2/3)>Antanasia wants to use her spells to turn the members of the Slaaneshi Cult into horrific amalgamations of genitals, as is her gift, to make it seem like Slaanesh turned against her own for unknown reasons, but I argue for a different route, one slightly subtler >Several of our Coven were once members of the Dracule household themselves, and know their methods >Things will get bloody obviously, but with a bit of luck, some will simply think that the massacre is an internal House Dracule dispute, and not want to dig further >We head to the “Blood and Vigor”, myself, Jason the Impaler, and Lycan the Blood Wolf, while some lesser cultists lurk nearby if we need support >The streets are near empty this close to Geheimnistag, and no one comes close to spotting us. Not all Khornates are raving lunatics, many of the eight forms of Scorn emphasize the value of the hunt >Jason climbs a roof and sneaks up on a door guard from above, impaling him through the skull with one of the eight ornamental spears he brought with him >I use the distraction to soundlessly rush in and behead the second door guard with my serrated blade, taking a moment to drink the nourishing blood that sprays out while Jason silently slices open the locks of the door with one slash of his enchanted machete and then quietly opens the door >Inside a young woman at the coat check tries to scream but Jason’s second spear is thrown into her mouth and impales her head against the wall behind her >And then the three of us slip into the main room and prepare to massacre the degenerate orgy within with my blade, Jason’s machete and spears, and Lycan, well Lycan has his brute strength and a long sharp pole he reckons he can fit three, maybe four impaled bodies onto, ass to mouth
>>98888667(3/3)>Be Caoimhe Dé Danann>Normally I am an Armiger pilot, but right now I am a...sex slave!?>Fock this >I cannae even remember how I got here >Oh right>We was doing some focking diplomacy bullshite near Dracule territory, and some slag drugged me at the bar, and I woke up with two cunts trying to pull me clothes off and strap me to a table >I fought back, so I got to keep me undershirt and the hair pin I bit out a one of the cunt’s hair >I managed to pick the lock binding me arms and back, but now I have to pick me moment >Some noble slag comes inta the room with nae but a strap-on on, and holding some scissors >You nae gonna stick that in my bottom you slag!>I leap up and kick the cunt in the cunt, and then stab her in the mouth with her own scissors >And then some guy in a white mask comes inta the room and stabs the cunt deep up her bottom with a spear >Uh wat?>That’s karma I guess >But I dinnae think ass-stabber here is plannin on savin me>I somehow leap through the window and one story down on the street below without serious injury >And then I run >Run real fast
>>98886882>>98888590>be Dark Magos Baoyuanfeng"Double, double toil and trouble;Fire burn and cauldron bubble,Circuits spark and screens glow bright,We weave our spells for Geheimnistag night!Silicon chips and wires of gold,A thousand secrets yet untold,With rusted metals and cables crossed,We summon spirits, long since lost!By flickering auspex and modem’s hum,Let ghosts emerge and phantoms come,With binary bits and lightning’s flash,We brew a spell for the coming clash!">dark green magics bubble and scream in scrap code as flesh melts like wax and technology melds the distance between>what few Sweeper servitors we had left unruined by the archmagos chitter as we weave a spell deep in the ruined woods>smoke that smells like machines running on full blast and burning oil perfumes the air, as i use one of my mechadendrites to dip a vial into the cauldron>the vial is handed to one servitor, then another>the sites have been marked, where the fallen knights lay lost to their world, as long as the vial is poured over the throne, then they resurrection will be complete>under the thrall of the Gooners of course>its takes years to plan this, a few of our failed experiments wander around in a half dead state, lumbering animals attacking anything that comes close be it beast, or man>but now it is perfect>all the skill these pilots used in life now restored, their memories, tactics, ability to command their mounts>everything but their devotion to the corpse throne, that instead belongs to me>one of my sisters comes up to me"01110111 01100101 00100000 01101000 01100001 01110110 01100101 00100000 01110110 01101001 01110011 01101001 01110100 01101111 01110010 01110011">i have one of the skulls we hid in the nearby trees scan them>servants of Galmon?>i haven't seen their kind since the failures of Epherstein> I have enough competition in this world as it is!"send the Sweepers we haven't given any of the vials to, i'll be there shortly"
>>98884367>>98886323>be Paige Pius II>i watch dumbstruck as my lord and charge is led off in chains>i numbly let the bitchy hag rogue trader with big boobs keep me from losing control and then he's gone>gone>i keep reminding myself there is nothing i could have done without breaking the code chivalric but still>at least i can rest with the cute Scintillan>unlike most of the crew or Scintillan guard ive yet to make a move on her>this isn't like my usual routine of playing fast and loose, she's....sweet>she keeps trying to comfort me>normally ive not really wanted for company before, sisters of battle view it as a way to release stress without breaking their oath to the God Emperor, and Navy crewwomen are usually just happy to have someone get them off between 14 hour shifts>but ive not really>courted?>at least not in anyway that my Lord taught me, kissing hands, taking handkerchiefs, fighting a joust in their honor, etc>most armiger are either focused on earning a true knight suit or settled in and are content to simply enjoy their place at the banquet tables>not alot of romance without strings and politics attached>i guess that's why i picked Duke Wenceslaus as my Knight and Lord>Claire and i find a spot outside one of the bakeries to enjoy an Avalon pie>i forgot how good mimic raven mince is>reminds me of the last feast, all 4 houses gathered to celebrate the new High King, and as the winner all the houses had to come to the ascending lord's former house to celebrate>i remember the dueling, feasting, fighting>i wonder how Caoimhe Dé Danann, is>she was fun, i remember her beating the piss out of Boite mac Findláech>though that might have been because he was bedding her sister>heh>i do feel a little better, i give a smile to Claire, who goes red as we keep walking>the druids should be naming the knights errant soon, those that have earned legitimacy>if my lord is still alive, no doubt he'll be one>for all his naivety, I do trust in him
>>98886323>>98888792>Be Baronne-Capitaine Claire D;Or, Francs-Tireurs >La belle femme Lady Paige is sad her master was taken away>Grrr, I hate that big fat brute Boleslaus for making her upset >But also, I am a little happy that now I get to spend some time with Paige, alone>Nobody questions moi as I accompany Paige as she wanders off >After all, Lady Marie did say to keep her safe, but she likely meant with a bigger escort than juste moi >happy shrug>I follow Paige as she wanders her home city, always trying to say the right thing anytime she seems sad >The gothic architecture reminds me a little of my own place de naissance, but the nicer parts of the city use white rock and lots of colorful banners, and the serfs keep the streets clean, even if they themselves are a little filthy>We go into a bakery and have some “raven mince pie” while Paige talks about her home city >I don’t comprend half the things she says, but I am happy she is happy >I wonder if there is a way to ask her if she wants to “coucher avec moi” without losing my dignite >Maybe if I word it in a way that I can blame it on a bad translation if she is offended >Maybe I should ask her to “rest with me”?>Non, what else could that mean?>”Sit with me”?>We are already sitting >”Sit on me?”>Quelle horreur >Why would I even think to say that?>If I said that to the beautiful Paige it would be even worse than Pershah Gulf, I would die of shame >Paige says something and smiles and I realize I have not listened to her for a longue duree >I think of her sitting on my face and turn bright red, but she doesn’t notice >We get up and continue walking, but now I am even more careful about what I say
>>98888112>>98888605>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughneck's">be on sentry duty at the "Grand Archives" with the rest of the recon platoon>the locals, both Administratum clerks and citizens here on business are none too pleased with being searched before entry>I however make a few rounds have good idea of the Archive's lay out>I eventually come across Tiny Tam and Lil' Tom talking>Lil' Tom raises the idea of stealing the books>Tam, rightfully shoots that down, >theft is bad enough, but taking from the Administratum is a quick way to get sent to a penal world>I continue to make my rounds for the next few hours>after which, I authorize for the sentry shifts to be changed>that and I let the men break out their rations and have something to eat>mean while patrol the main hall for what had to have been the 4th time?>my mind still stuck on trying to figure out how I am going to get 2,000 Thrones back home on short notice...>I look above at one of the tapestries hung from the raftors>its a map of the region, showing all of the noble houses and their cities>even the ones that are just ruins now>rounding a corner, I see yet another tapestry>this one depicts what seems to be wealthy merchants giving tribute in gold to House Godwinson...>they must haven loaded...>...wait?!>Isn't that one of the Knight Houses that was destroyed, their city left in ruins?!>...>I think I have an idea>I look for the part of the archives pertaining to Godwinson(1/2)
>>98889258>after spending a good fifteen minutes I find it>I pour over several books>"Honors of House Godwinson">nope!>"Godwinson Geneology">nope!>"Godwinson Art and Culture">again, nope!>"Godwinson Trade Guilds">that is something...>I flip through the pages, until I find the section on taxation>there!>lets see, the guilds paid a monthly 20% tax on income...>resented to the House Godwinson tax-man at the... House Treasury>HOUSE TREASURY!>those words really stick out >I put the book away and look for another>"Sevenboroughs Atlas">that is exactly what I'm looking for!>its not long until I find the map, of Godwinson City>at the middle, adjacent their own archives is the House Treasury!>I run for where half of my platoon is resting>I pull Tam abd my nephew aside"I know how we are going to get those thrones!"(2/2)
>>98888693>>98888590>>98886882>be Scion Míngmò>the plague cohort of carnival chaos makes camp as we would do well to head into the forest prepared rather than trundling ahead foolishly >who should suddenly appear but Kronenberg>ah tsk, he's wearing the same outfit. Where is his Geheimnistag spirit?"Salutations my dear Mingmo! Now pray tell, what delightfully devious plan do you have in mind for these loyalist dogs?""This one greets the deranged, and has prepared the tide for its turning">our first goal is to bring the "gooners" back under the wings of Galmon>Epherstein had them "technically" working for him during Chyna Secundus but they were first to leave when it all fell apart>they have since worked closely with the Schlick as technical support>a sizeable boon to twist their service to our lord even if we are not at war with the Schlick>not that Zheng Yi Sow would approve of that view>second is to rally the tainted beasts of this world to attack at once>i have located 3, the toad dragon "Smog" in the mountain, the "Gévaudan's Bane" a rumored 4-legged beast that hides in the forest around the fallen house Godwinson, and most deadly and feared of all, the Mors Lupis of the emerald isle>what i have gathered of our last prize is that it's lair is the least hidden given its surrounded by bleached skulls both orkish and human>as well as several knight corpses that remain unclaimed>these, plus the ritual of the cultists underneath Avalon will give us time to throw the world into chaos>at which point our aims align with the Gooner's if my nibbleflies are to be believed>which they always are1/2
>>98889414"ah, why explain...when you can see for yourself">i whisper to one of my nibbleflies that flies over to his palm, plump and black like a ripe fruit just begging to be crushed>a small jab to make a tzeentch cultist partake of a nurgle information gathering ritual but what is Geheimnistag without a trick or two>suddenly several sweepers from chyna secundus break the treeline snarling and twisted from the chaos magic that turned them back then>i have less than fond memories of Sweepers from my time raised on Chyna Secundus but i bite my tongue>we are guests, and more than that, representatives of the true master of this Sector and thereby this world, Lord Galmon, we represent him in all things>still the more twisted of my performers ready for combat as a lithe, mechanically designed female frame steps from the dark>ah, so he was a she?>or not, with the schlick and their adjacent allies its hard to tell"this one greets Dark Mechanicus Archmagos Baoyuanfeng and brings gifts on behalf of the Champion of all 4 realms of chaos, Lord Galmon">i look to Kronenberg>he did bring the gifts i asked Lord Galmon for...>right?2/2
>>98884533>be Scout Captain Karl Torin Borin Ironbeard>Seventh son of the King of the Ironbeard Clan, Lord Thrungrimm Ironbeard>and i have finally made it>to the lost world of Sevenboroughs>already the squats deploy in full mass, some to aide our promise to Lord Peregrine Bannerman, but most to uncover the lost Squat Hold Ship that crashed here>i feel weight like adamantine on my chest as i look over the mountain>so much could be there and yet so little as well>i must brace for both>a untainted hold ship would be a boon without equivalent value but even if its not, more survivors, records of the last of the three kin ships that we couldn't track from our own grudgemarker from Smethwick's end>but just as likely is nothing, ruins or scraps picked over by the umgi>Umgi Lord Peregrine has offered some aide but it was kindly refused, this is a Squat matter and thus to success or failure it must be handled by Squat hands alone>Merduin Longestbeard was kind enough to remain after Pacifica Prime, though id have requested it anyway, i wont risk bringing another tainted hold ship back to Howgill>he has spent most of the trip carving runes of protection and war into the reforged armor>in particular the three squats of reactivated Hearthguard armor my father sent in a new reinforcement shipment>including a Tremorbane Driller>i had thought them long lost but either by great effort one has been reforged or restored and delivered(1/2)
>>98889502>if the Hold is in this mountain we shall find it, and reclaim it FULLY this time>we prepare as i offer words to my kin"ages have pasted since Squat hands were clasped in friendship, where Squats of another hold raised mugs of drink to each other in celebration instead of mourning! This mountain holds our home! Yet many claim it might be lost, yet the Umgi have not moved from their home on the mountain, have they retreated from this threat under the mountain?! Perhaps the vast wealth of our people now lies unprotected. Do we sit back while others claim what is rightfully ours? Or do we seize this chance to take back! TO TAKE OUR KIN BACK!" >fists are raised as we exit the city>we were wise enough to not set the drill in the umgi's city>that be rude and a bit embarrassing for Umgi Lord Bannerman>if Dragonforge is correct, its a few kruts from the city being watched by the engineer's guild>soon it will begin its goal of digging towards the location established on the Grudgemarker>and with it the lost hold ship(2/2)
>>98888250>>98888659>Be Khrave Rootmind Nosferatu >Hmm, seems I'm getting sloppy >Theres more opposing forces within the Drăcule lands then I noticed>Even amongst the minor nobility of the house, the followers of the dark gods seeped their way in>Also one of the arrived cults has started making moves within the Drăcule Fortress city>I'll have to nudge Orlok to step up the pace and reveal to him why only the major family members went to the meeting>Be Count Orlok Drăcule >As I am making my preparations for arming up the peasantry I hear the voice of The Emperor again>there are heretics amongst the minor nobility within the House of Drăcule >And one of the Cults revealed to me by his Beneficence has made moves within my city >I am infuriated by the revelation but pleased to have received his holy word>I am at the knight hanger watching my brother and the other major nobles getting into their knights >The Impaler of Wallachia roars to life as do the 10 Armigers of both Helverin and Warglaive pattern>I then move over to the city PA system and get on it to relay my words to the peasantry "Hear me loyal subjects, I Count Orlok have been granted revelations from the God Emperor that there are many heretics who seek to use the strife created by the upcoming tournament to decide the new High King to take over our lands and world. How should we respond to such things? We should respond with blood! Take your weapons and join the House of Drăcule in our Noble Crusade to drive out the invaders! If you are unable to find a weapon then we your brothers and sisters will arm you! Glory to The God Emperor!">That should get the zeal pumping >I myself take my bolt pistol and power sword and stride out>Joined by a loyal contingent of soldiers bearing polearms and torches >The Knights marching behind us>The Crusade has begun>Be Khrave Rootmind Nosferatu >yes and it is time to spread amongst your people >We will have our share of blood in the end, delicious
>>98886938>Be Farseer Isendavar >Currently in the ruins of Brodie>Most of it is dead>A scant few animals still lurk>They take no heed of me>For I am obscured by the mists >I know how to manipulate the fog to form a protective cloack around me>I see>And I find>It resounds>I hear it>And I found it>Tall ships and tall kings>Three times three>What brought they from the floundered land>Over the simmering sea?>Seven stones and seven stars>And one....>Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves shall we?>And yet it is there >One of the seven stars>Silver light it beams>Pure white light >I stow it away>Once I find all of them I shall see what to do>For when I do>I have forseen it shall strengthen my cause greatly
>Be Nierus DantaerAnd 'Be Verguilest,' too!>Shut up. This is my story.That's just because you won't let me take the wheel, yet.>Be Nierus Dantaer, and the daemon Verguilest.>I was part of a troop from House Drăcule to try and keep the northern road clear before I found Verguilest.>Halfway between home and the ruined of Godwinson we were set upon by a band of beastmen.>One of them was riding a Dire Bear. It barrelled through the front line before we took it down, but the damage was already done.>The line was fractured, and the beastmen were on us before we could reform.>Brutal, bloody, hectic, dead of night - no sense of who was winning until it was over.>Until it was clear the victor was the furry bastards.>Not proud to say I was on the ground, arm mangled, screaming like I through it would save me.>Most of the beastmen were dead or dying, too, but the survivors grabbed as many living humans as they could and vanished back into the forest.>I struggled to my feet, and tried to follow, but the forest turned me around.>There was nothing I could do.So I did something.>...Ugh. I followed a voice. I thought it was one of my comrades. But it never seemed like I was getting closer.>I followed 'him' until the sun started to rise, but the forest got darker.>And at the darkest part, there was a sword, discarded, on the ground.I wasn't discarded! The scavengers took poor Cedric and left me in the mud.>And the sword spoke.I told him I could save his life, and he could avenge his brethren.>...I had to take the risk. I was already halfway dead. The sword asked for my arm. The ruined one.I would have preferred the term 'fixable.'And it all went according to plan...
>>98889793>When I dragged my arm across the blade, I felt every bone shift and snap back into place.>Then the burning started.>My blood boiled away and was replaced with flame.There wasn't much blood left, to begin with. Why do you think I asked for the subpar arm?>Now he, and the sword, are part of me. In my time of weakness, I made a deal with a demon....>...And my soul is forfeit.Nierus, I told you I don't want your soul.I just needed to be out of the damnable forest.There's so much to be done, and sitting there rusting wasn't doing to accomplish anything.>For this, my Emperor and my Liege-Lord, I ask for your forgiveness.Oh, by the Gods, Nierus, I'm sure your emperor wouldn't have been thrilled if you bled out and died yesterday.Think of all the possibilities you have, now!You were dying, now you're alive! You're wasting it praying at this little wooden effigy when there's no one to hear you but me, but you still have options.>True, daemon. I do.Ah, you see? That's the spirit.>My mission was to clear the roads of dangers...Look how well that went...>...With my brethren.>I will find where they took the survivors, and stop whatever foul desecration they would do to their bodies.>They deserve that, at least.Those rabble? They didn't even care to pick me up when they found me. Just stabbed Cedric in the back, cut off his head, stole his rations and clothes, and fled.>Then I will avenge your 'Cedric' as well.I appreciate that, but how are you going to find them and, more importantly, win?>With you. You will guide me to that raiding party, and I will have your blade drink deep from their lifeblood.What makes you think I can do that?>Are you saying you cannot, daemon? I was told stories that your kind were powerful.>Perhaps the stories are mere tall tales....Fine. Try not to drop me in the mud when you die. They're about, hmm, three hours east and a bit north.>Vengeance for the fallen.Just be careful not to join them.
>>98887517>>98887782>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman >Ah yes>The main hall>Boleslaw isn't subtle with what he wants >Which I respect >Up to a level>Obviously his paranoia is going to make his very fun indeed>And while I can't go in there with the coach >I have a smaller option available >As my most trusted men lift up the palaquin upon which I currently am carried around>Common practice here>Most nobles like to use ratlings to carry their litters around>Because it's funny to watch them struggle >Speaking of which I should ask Boleslaw when the next ratling hunt is to be held>While I would do most of the talking I have also brought along the three top men>Be sir Jeremy >So we are back on our old homeplanet of Sevenboroughs >Ever since the incident we thought we would never see it again >I am however >Very glad to be here>To meet with out mechanicus contact>Some say that he tried to fix the golden throne by attaching wheels>Some say he built a webway portal out of two pieces of wood, and a copper wire>All we know is, he's called the Stig>Or well, brother Stig
(1/2)>Be Trooper Becky, 2nd Happy Ending Regiment>Brrrr this planet is fucking freezing, I could cut glass with my nips >Despite rumors the regiment would be left on Pacifica Prime for a few years to hunt down remaining insurgents and Orks, we instead got redeployed to the miserable death world known as Sevenboroughs >This planet is nothing like Happy Ending or Pacifica Prime >For starters, it is fucking cold here, and the shitty cold weather gear the Munitorum dug out of deep storage for us is threadbare and full of dead moths >Also it is supposedly to be full of monsters. Supposedly Happy Ending and Pacifica Prime have monsters too, but luckily I haven’t seen any yet on any of the three planets>We are currently located in a small fortified outpost halfway down the mountain range from the city of Avalon >It was abandoned by the locals as a cost saving measure, but it is still in pretty good shape by local standards >The outpost is basically a castle, which is pretty neat >It is actually quite cosy on the inside as well. Lots of firewood for the fireplaces, several large bedrooms scattered throughout the castle, no modern plumbing, but a couple of big bathtubs with electric heating that still works, and lots of wine barrels, so many wine barrels >Discipline is obviously going to be non-existent. This is one of those platoons that gets filled with soldiers that no one else wants. Rule breakers, idiots, wall flowers, the hopelessly inept. The lieutenant is barely 18 and is shy as fuck, and the sergeants are all idiots that got randomly selected from the rank and file soldiers when the regiment was founded only a few short months ago.>Most of the platoon is already in full party mode, and they don’t seem to plan on stopping for another two weeks when we are scheduled to rotate back to Avalon
>>98890852(2/2)>I mean, I get it. Back on Happy Ending, every night was party night, and many of the soldiers used to work in the hospitality industry or were former members of the idle rich, so their days were often full of parties too. Compared to that, the Imperial Guard experience of grinding boot camps, cramped quarters in the lower holds of voidships, and stressful jungle warfare are pretty miserable in comparison. >I do fully intend to party during most of my time here, away from the prying eyes of senior officers and our psycho Commissar, but these mountains are said to be full of bad stuff, feral beastmen and trolls and trog-somethings, and real life dragons. So one of the more responsible soldiers recruited some like minded individuals and made a pact that at least a few of us would remain sober and on patrol at any given time. >Apparently I am one of the more “responsible” soldiers in the platoon >We are so fucked if anything happens...
>>98888792>>98889138>Be Jason the Whore Slayer >I lurk the back alleys and sewers of Avalon with Jason the Axe, Jason the Black, and Bobert the Pumpkin >Three of us were chosen by Jason the Whore-Butcher, a Face of Scorn, son of Khorne, and granted the powers of supernatural stealth, durability, and the ability to sense horny young people from a mile away >And then there is Bobert >Bobert has a pumpkin for a head, which is somehow supposed to represent the sin of envy >Bobert was chosen by the Pumpkin King, who is actually Erotomortia, who serves Slaanesh>I don’t much like Slaanesh, as most of her followers within the Cult are horny young people, who I have an almost irresistible compulsion to kill, in fact, I might have accidentally killed a few already >But Bobert is alright. He was an ugly son of a bitch before his transformation, and was frequently rejected by women, but now he is living his best life and getting revenge on womankind. Bobert can create and control vines, and teleport from tree to tree. Not quite as handy an ability to have in a city, versus, say a forest, but still pretty useful.>I spot two young women leaving a pie shop, dressed as officers, and giving off a serious suppressed horny vibe >I prepare to follow them, and then Jason the Black stops me >Like many of us, Jason the Black doesn’t talk, but I think I get what he is trying to convey >The voice of Mother rings in his head much stronger than mine, and Mother much prefers victims who have sinned in body, not just spirit >I use hand signals to indicate I will keep an eye on these two while the others seek out more sinful prey >If anything happens between these two, I will use my powers to summon the rest of the pack back to my location
>>98888659>>98889535>Be Strigoika, Chosen of the Blood Drinker, Senior Member of the Dracule Coven of the Cult of Thirty Faces>I finish slaughtering the occupants of the “Blood and Vigor” and Lycan finishes impaling four writhing, near dead Sclick on his pole >Jason the Impaler comes down the stairs from the private rooms and I can tell something is wrong >Most Jasons can’t talk, but I read his thoughts and get the just of what happened >A slave girl saw him and escaped >How irritating >If she falls into the hands of the Dracules, they may be able to piece together what truly happened here >And then I get a psychic sending from Afina >House Dracule has mobilized its Knights, its army, and has armed its peasant rabble >It is unclear where they intend to march, but I should return to the crypts to help prepare the defenses just in case >So be it >I task Jason the Impaler, Lycan the Blood Wolf, and a few lesser cultists to hunt down the slave girl, while I return to the crypts
>>98889535>>98888119>>98884569>be Lord Inquisitor Master Roshi Oda Toriko Akirama of the Ordos Xenos>enjoying a mug of the local piss at the Slaughtered Grox>its a nice place if your into inns with the air of funeral prosessions>i learn a bit from the locals >apparently house Drăcule had always been tied to a death cult since they were capitulated by Rogue Trader William the Conqueror>but in recent years one Count Orlok has been so wrapped up in it that he's claimed to actually hear the voice of the Emperor himself>uh oh>yeah, usually when something claims its the Emperor its not>death cultists are usually walking a razor thin line between heresy and piousness on a good day but thats when their rituals are as esoteric as possible>readying tarot cards, getting instructions in blood sigils, i met one who used melted candles that dripped onto their skin>i still have scars from paying the price of sticking my power saber in crazy from that one>but to claim "hearing directly" is usually the begining of trouble>that explains the inquisition on world>i mean cmon now, the sisters of battle may not be sticking out as they would among more "warm" orders in this dreary company but you can tell someone who could kill a man and not blink vs your usual civilians>plus the black lipstickhehe>given how they are locked in, they're waiting for orders from their Inqusitor>im guessing the handsome bastard pretending to be a Doctor> Normally, I'd love to get involved, but i am still, by all definitions a rogue inquisitor>and not every one is as cool with that as the "Ordos Kabbalah">so ill see what happens and stay with the herd>i admit im interested to see how this plays out, if it is the Khrave, I'm going to have to ask Isendavar to help capture one>always wanted to see what the inside of a creature that is both fully physically and fully warp present at the same time>if its just the usual chaos? eh Spence needs to stretch his legs anyways
>>98884569>>98888119>>98891106>Be Lord Inquisitor Wilbraham van Tarsing >Arriving at some inn or the other>I used to be a medicae before being recruited for inquisition >For last few years I have been conducting research >I cannot reveal the results now>But it involves garlic>And aquila's>Lots of aquila's>House Drăcule seems the most likely suspect >What do they know about all those corpses without blood?>As a member of the hereticus>It is my duty to focus on the cultists>I might need a xenos expert if the need arrises
>>98890852>Be Glysielle the Succubus >Ugh, dealing with this bitch is giving me a headache >Most of the chosen of Nurgle and Tzeentch are being kept in the crypts of Avalon for now, Skullorex is instead relying on the chosen of Slaanesh and Khorne to keep the forces of Avalon distracted >A few murders have occurred in the upper streets of Avalon, but that is mostly Jasons being allowed to let off some steam >The real hunting is happening along the edges of Avalon’s territory, raiding remote outposts and caravans to try and pull some forces from the city >To further obscure our origins, we have recruited some creatures native to the mountains, beastmen, trolls, troglogoths, and we are still working on locating a toad dragon >As things stand right now, my half of the war band has several pumpkin people, a few succubus cultists, a black felinid, a manticore I tamed and reshaped, and some beastmen I corrupted >That bitch Tsvetana the Blood Knight has a Jason, a Black Yeti, a few wolf-men, a troglogoth, two trolls, and some beastmen. Apparently the Black Yeti is able to establish domination over any feral creature that is smaller than it, and the Black Yeti is pretty fucking big >There is also Tengu the Black Raven, who is here as an intermediary between me and Tsvetana and a spy for Skullorex >Right now Tengu is playing intermediary, as myself and Tsvetana disagree on who should be granted the honor of wiping out the garrison of the small castle in front of us >I push for the use of Felixa, my prideful black felinid, while Tsvetana wants to use Jason the Punisher, her pet Jason >Tengu manages to convince us to agree to a compromise, we will send both, and they will compete to carry out the most elaborate kills, while we watch from Tengu’s crystal ball >Sigh, that does sound pretty awesome, a kill competition it is then
>>98889535>>98891045>>98891106>Be Count Orlok Drăcule >Leading the march through the Fortress city that is our home>A note about our forces>Of course we have armed up the peasantry who are just that really>Armed peasants with not alot of combat experience but give them a sturdy pike and some decent protection and they work well as linemen>Theres also our Knights which are both bastions of inspiration to the peasantry but also very good at killing things men cannot>Then there is our soldier class>A group we formed a Covenant with millenia ago>They call themselves Nagel und Hammer>An order of pious fellows who praise the perfection of Humanity and abhor prosthetics >Clad in armour like knights and wielding both giant nails and hammers>They are lead these days by twin sisters called the Kromer sisters>One named Henrike the other named Francine >Both bear the ancestral title of The One Who Grips>I sometimes have more intimate relationships with the two of them>So much so that they too hear the voice of The Emperor>Though I always remind them that I am not an aspect of The Emperor merely a servant given the grace of his voice directly>The two are absolute freaks in the bedroom>They have to be in order to sleep with my deformed form>I guess they appreciate that I have refused any form of prosthetics that would fix my deformed body>Either way>Useful allies are the soldiers of Nagel Und Hammer >Especially seeing as we will be encountering the heretics soon>We shall make burning forests of impaled heretic corpses for their crimes>Be Khrave Rootmind Nosferatu >I feel the presence of the two other elder Khrave Rootminds who control the Kromer sisters and as such control Nagel Und Hammer>Useful tools and will make for fine meals when it is time>The two great me and I return the gesture in kind>They unlike me have spread out amongst NUG turning alot of the soldiers into their thralls>Obediant and loyal thralls, very useful
>>98883933Romania mentioned
>>98889414>>98889421>be Kronerberg "The Deranged", loyal scion and Lord Galmon's greatest warp sorcerer>Mingmo is with an Archmagos of the Dark Mechanicus>my Lord Galmon certainly wants to broker a permanent alliance with them>my whispers tell me it would be most beneficial, oh yes yes yes!>she makes an offering of gifts for the be Dark Tech-magi, and looks to me>as though I would forget something>ah!>so that is what the parcel our Lord has given to me for!"Reeeheheheheh! Oh my dear Mingmo did you truelly think I would forget such a thing?">I snap my fingers and one of my mutant slaves comes forward >it's bulging arms are shackled to the case it carries>the case is made of burnished, decorated if the visages of the warp's most powerful deamons>my mutant slave sets it down>I produce keys from beneath my cloak>first two unlock the chains shackling it to my mutant slave>the third, opens the case>opening it reveals glowing warp engeries>pink for Slaanesh>green for Nurgle>red for Khorne>blue for my lord Tzeentch"Be hold magi! My Lord's gifts!">I but bow>my whispers find it much amusing
>>98890852>>98891265(1/3)>Be Trooper Becky, 2nd Happy Ending Regiment>Still freezing my tits off patrolling the castle walls>Night is starting to fall, it is getting colder, and it is also getting too dark to see anything >Luckily there is only one way into the castle, the ramp to the main gate, which is now closed, everything else is sheer cliff >We have a spotlight trained on the ramp just in case someone tries to get in that way, which seems unlikely unless they have explosives or a melta or something, which seems unlikely for feral beastman>The beastman may have ropes with hooks or ladders or some other primitive castle raiding equipment though >Ugh, I guess I should keep on watching the ramp, but maybe from somewhere inside the castle where there is a fireplace and no wind >I take one last look around as I head indoors >As much as I hate the cold, I do have to admit the mountains are beautiful, I have never been in mountains before >Be Lieutenant Nina, 2nd Happy Ending Regiment >Currently poking around the castle’s library, where it is nice and quiet >I only got the officer posting because I attended university for a few years before dropping out due to a massive tuition hike, which makes me one of the most educated people in the regiment apparently >But I am also one of the youngest and I command zero respect as a result, especially with Sergeant Chad and Sergeant Stacy encouraging everyone to ignore me and have wild parties instead >It is going to be a long two weeks of being ignored except when Trooper Nurd needs me to send the daily vox-message to the captain >So I am going to see if I can find anything interesting in the library to read to pass the time, maybe something about all the local wildlife that some people are all worked up about >I find a book in the library called the “Demonicon”>Hmm, maybe it is some sort of bestiary, the locals do often seem to treat their wildlife as supernatural
>>98892639(2/3)>Be Sergeant Chad, 2nd Happy Ending Regiment >It is party time bitches!>Currently dancing the night away with most of the rest of the platoon in the main hall of the castle>We got booze, we got muzak (after I bullied Nurd into making illegal modifications to the vox-caster), we got naked bitches (just Stacey for now, but she is working on persuading the rest of the girls in the room to strip the rest of the way down), this new deployment is going way better than I could have hoped for! >Be Sergeant Stacey, 2nd Happy Ending Regiment >Currently dancing on top of the big table in the big room, kicking over wine glasses and waving at random people with both hands because people aren’t paying enough attention to me “WWOOOOOO PARTY!!!!”“CHECK OUT MY BOOBS, CAN YOU TELL I GOT WORK DONE ON THEM!!”>Be Trooper Nurd, 2nd Happy Ending Regiment >Be smoking a joint by myself in a quiet part of the castle because I am still pissed that Chad made me mess with the vox-caster >Fucking Chad only has two brain cells and Stacey has less than one, who put them in charge?>Be Trooper Soleena Surviven, 2nd Happy Ending Regiment >We are so completely fucked >Out in the middle of nowhere in monster infested territory with maybe four or five people I can actually count on out of a platoon of twenty-five or so >I convinced a few of the others to unofficially report to me since Nina is useless and Chad and Stacey are worse than useless >For tonight I got Becky watching the main gate, me watching Becky and the main gate, Andre and Pam exploring the lower levels of the chapel wing that apparently no one has visited so far, and Greg and Simone keeping an eye on the main party to make sure it doesn’t get too out of hand >Be Trooper Simone, 2nd Happy Ending Regiment >WOOOO PARTY!!!!>Time to get naked
>>98892660(3/3)>Be Trooper Greg, 2nd Happy Ending Regiment>Fuck that dumb bitch Simone and that bossy bitch Soleena, I am going to go find Nurd and score some pot >Be Trooper Andre, 2nd Happy Ending Regiment >Fuck Soleena, this place is a maze but there clearly isn’t anything down here >I tell Pam to check out the dungeons while I go check out the crypts >The sooner we are done, the sooner we can go rejoin the party >Be Trooper Pam, 2nd Happy Ending Regiment >Holy fuck, a real life torture chamber!>[excited eek]>I can scarcely imagine the things that have happened in here, but I am definitely going to try >[lock door, start masturbating] >Be Trooper Xena, 2nd Happy Ending Regiment >Looking for a private place to have sex with Ian >All the nice bedrooms have already been claimed though >I know, lets go to the chapel, I bet no one is going to check there >Be Trooper Sabrina, 2nd Happy Ending Regiment>Currently exploring the kitchen looking for vine >This place has quite the knife collection >Be Trooper Xavier, 2nd Happy Ending Regiment>Looking for somewhere to piss >Is that a guillotine in the middle of the courtyard, next to a gallows, how did I miss those on the way in?
>>98889258>>98888605>be Lil Tom>as i get read the arbite act by Tam i let it slip she doesn't know how much the farm means>she's never been there, she doesn't know its just fact>there are only two ways out of the guard for felinids, graves or inheriting a farm to provide rations>its why so many felnids label farms "family farms" to give as many troops a way out of the guard as they can>My mom got sent back after a great aunt or something passed in the northern fields so it was either her or Uncle Tom>they claimed it was settled by a coin toss but i dont buy it>when i was younger i used to brood on it but not so much anymore>losing the farm means most of the family would be shipped back to the guard>not even the winter guard, it be the closet felinid legion to Carlos McConnel>so when Uncle Tom takes us aside and im expecting another chewing out, and instead says "I know how we are going to get those thrones"?>im all ears>i get the gist of it, the biggest city fell quickly when the Rogue Trader whoeverdafeth conquered it and brought the knight world into the imperium with a treaty of alliance>part of that was nobody of the remaining houses were allowed to ever set foot there again only the Rogue Trader's descendants>which normally means that it be picked cleaner than a baggage train found by chemdogs>but according to this, the house treasury was buried under the royal castle of the Godwinson and because of how fierce the knights fought the Rogue Trader had to resort to bombardment>which means that treasure might still be there>or at the very least knight scrap which would be worth more than 2000 thrones to the right buyer>feth i wish Bilby was still with us, she could tell market value of contraband like a commissar can quote the primer>just means i need to step up"im in, how do we get out of guard duty....">technically this isn't desertion its just expanding our patrol area by a few thousand klicks south
>>98892639>Be Daemonette Diane >Still working as a “Junior Recruitment Officer” at “The Cultural Exchange Program”>For those of you who don’t know, “The Cultural Exchange Program” is an unstable alliance between certain factions of Slaaneshi and Tzeentchi daemons, a “Junior Recruitment Officer” is a daemon who answers the call when some dumb ass mortal finds a forbidden tome and decides to summon a supernatural entity for sex and/or forbidden knowledge, and I am Diane, an anti-social former hacker and heretek who made some bad decisions and this is now my eternal punishment, though perhaps some would see it as a reward >I pop into reality in some musty old library, in front of a book being read by a bookish young adult woman in a ragged looking officer’s uniform sitting on a musty couch >Ah yes, the Demonicon, an old classic >The woman looks shocked and confused, she probably summoned me by accident, that happens sometimes >This will be a great opportunity to work on my seduction skills “I see you like books. I also like books. Do you want to have sex?”>The woman runs away screaming >I shrug and sit down on the couch>I am still working on the whole seduction thing >I wiggle my fingers a bit as I use the powers of the Warp to manipulate reality, casting some spells as some would say>Spell one makes most of her clothes disappear, spell two drags her to the couch and sits her next to me, spell three locks up the muscles in her limbs “Well that was rude. Now I am going to give you two options. Option 1, I slowly cut you up with a magic dagger and steal your soul. Option 2, you tell me everything I want to know, and then we can have sex or I can tell you secrets of magic, or both, or whatever”
>>98892891>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughneck's">I have just shared my plan with Lil Tom and Tiny Tam>it does actually seem to give them hope...>then Lil Tom asks the question"im in, how do we get out of guard duty....">that, is a very good question..."I don't know yet. I think I'am going to try to sweet talk Kate in letting us go on a 'recon' mission into the ruins">..."If she says no, I will try to cut her in on the plan. I have an idea how we are going to get the gold out, but fencing it will require Sgt.McPurr's help">that said, its a long trip...>our best bet is to go in by Valkyrie drop ship...>Throne, this could easily go tits up if what the locals say are true>I look back at Tiny Tam and Lil' Tom>they share nervous look>can't say I blame them, our odds aren't great...>with that I go looking of McPurr, I find her eating rations and playing cards with some of the other guardsmen>I pull her aside and fill her on my plan to loot the House Treasury in the Godwinson ruins...>her eyes go big and jaw agape>I can just see the Throne gelt in her eyes>she BEGS me to take her with me>I assure her that i'am taking all of my "Roughnecks" with me, her included of course>I just need a little help sweet talking Lord Commissar Kate, on letting us go on a "long range recon mission">she is of course in>so we get on the vox-caster and call up regimental HQ...>we get in touch with Kate"Lord Commissar ma'am, I would like to request permission to conduct a recon patrol in and around the Godwinson ruins?">..."Yes I am aware that the locals consider it cursed. Yes, I know that it would be a pain to reassign sentry duty!"
>>98889807>>98887782>>98883951>be Archmagos Get@fix>so Boleslaus met with Wenceslas>without removing his head>his patience has improved if not his attitude>at least waiting until we arrived a moment none too soon before he was driven to fury>the main hall is opened as all available knights of Avalon are waiting for the listings of Legitamacy>unlike most the Green Knight does not respond to bloodlines>its testing is a measure of the Code Chivalric, a blood test, and divining preformed by we of the Druids>thus do i stand by the throne and prick each finger of each Knight as Brother Stig aids me>its close to 50 knights in Avalon alone, not including those who failed the code Chivarlic and have elected to remain in their mounts dealing with beast hunts and the like>so do we wait as the hall is rendered in silence>the readings are passed from each magos to the Green Knights throne and back such is our connection to the most ancient machine"the Green Knight has selected 10 knights to be eliable for the quest to be undertaken from house Avalon">an average number, some houses are chosen to have more some less>it is up to the Green Knight "Duke Bolesalus I, Duke Wenceslas I, Brother knight Jeremy, Brother Knight Richard, Brother Knight James, Captain Knight Lancelelot, Knight Errant Harris, Knight Errant Maiden Marian, Knight Errant Andrew, Knight Errant Kai">none would dare argue but i can feel the glares >as the rest are dismissed to the banquets and feast>as Brother Stig and i prepare to speak of the first trial of the quest i receive many disturbing news>from Brother Diviciacus who was sent to speak to House Drăcule>the house has marched for war without warning>their knight suits leading the march so they have no one to be left to given legitimacy1/2
>>98893357>second from brother Cathbad, the Duchess of Dé Danann has refused the ceremony until the armiger pilot Caoimhe is located>we druids secretly know its because she is the bastard child of the Duchess and an unnamed suitor>so that again holds up the proceedings>all four houses per the old oaths must send forth at least ONE Knight to contend for the Green Knight's throne or the entire agreement is null, oaths of protection would be receded, and the alliance that has held since the long night began would be shattered, each house left to fend for itself against the wilds>and thirdly, Sister Ophelia has warned that several fliers are scanning overhead bearing the markings of the Nicolett Dynasty and requests for a sit-down are being made for the Archmagossigh.exe"I am afraid I must away, I leave you in the hands of brother Stig to field any queries you might have, brave knights." >be brother Stig>...>...>...2/2
>>98891265>>98892639>>98893201(1/3)>Be Jason the Punisher >Tsvetana speaks for Mother >And Mother wants vengeance against the people who killed her >Tsvetana says the descendants of the people who killed Mother live in the castle >I will avenge you Mother >I crawl up the cliffs leading to the castle and gain access via a garderobe, stabbing a woman up through the bowels with my machete as I do so >Victim #1 >I head towards the music and a man comes out of the main hall and passes under a chandelier. The rope holding up the chandelier is conveniently tied to a hook on the wall next to me. I cut the rope with my machete.>Victim #2>The main hall is crowded with people. Mother prefers I take my victims by surprise. I ignore the main hall for now and enter the cellar beneath it. A woman is there trying to get wine from a casket. I grab her, open the spigot, and fill her lungs with wine. >Victim #3>I enter the next room. It is a kitchen. A woman is there admiring knives. I like knifes. Mother says killing the woman with the knives would be too easy, so I hit her in the back of the head with a colander, and then take all the knives.>Victim #4>I enter the main hall through a side door leading up from the kitchen. There are many people in the main hall dancing to music.>My first thrown knife kills a man carrying a big bowl of wine. The wine soaks the device playing the music, causing it to spark and catch fire. Good, the music sucked. My second thrown knife hits the naked woman who was dancing on the table, my third thrown knife hits the man urinating on the big fire, he falls into the fire. My fourth thrown knife hits the man running for his rifle. My thrown giant cleaver splits a woman’s skull almost in half.>Victims #5-9>Felixa enters from one of the other side doors leading to the main hall >I fucking hate Felixa
>>98893551(2/3)>Be Felixa, Black Cat, Paragon of Pride. Stalker of the Night. Source of All Fear. >So Glysielle wants me to compete against that silent thug Jason the Punisher?>This will be no contest at all! >I easily scale the cliff leading to the chapel portion of the outpost, entering the crypts via an unlocked door >Too easy!>I encounter my first victim pissing into an open sarcophagus. Tsktsk, so disrespectful!“Boo. I am a ghost”>The man has a heart attack, my sudden appearances often have that affect. He will probably recover from it. Too bad I just used my superior strength to push him into the sarcophagus he was just watering and put the massive lid on top of it.>My second victim has locked herself in a dungeon to play with herself while examining old torture devices >Good thing I am good at picking locks. I have the door open and the woman trapped in a pillory before she even realizes I am there >I pick up the thin glass tube she was examining “You see my dear, this tube goes up the anus and holds it open so this burning hot poker can make a mess of things inside”>I stick in the glass tube, and then start a fire to warm up the poker>This will take a while, I will come back once the poker is warmed up, if I remember to...>Victims three and four are having sex in the chapel, how delightfully blasphemous! I suppose I should go easy on them “The Emperor is most displeased with you and desires your punishment!”>The two idiots decouple, flee in opposite directions, get disoriented in the pitch dark, and then run into each other and knock each other out. I bind them tightly with long strips of old curtain. I will find a use for them later, or more likely, Glysielle will >I don’t sense anyone else in this end of the castle, so I leave the castle portion and head to the main portion >I find a composite bow and some arrows in good shape in an empty room. Nice
>>98893561(3/3)>In the courtyard someone is contemplating a guillotine. The blade was left in the upright position, that seems rather unsafe. Normally I like to draw out my victims’ torment, but this is too good to pass up. Arrow one hits the victim in the groin, causing him to hunch forward into just the right position. Arrow two slices the rope and brings down the blade >As I head to the main hall, I sense two entities in the library, one a mere mortal, one a daemonette. I don’t know what a daemonette is doing here but I better leave them to it >I draw my rapier and enter the main hall through a side door. A woman only wearing panties is trying to flee towards the door I just entered, the rest of the still living occupants of the room are fleeing towards the main door at the far end of the room >With a single flick of my blade, I cut a long gash in the panties, causing them to slide partway down her thighs, and then watch as she turns and runs after her fleeing comrades, trying to pull her ruined panties back up with both hands >She reaches the far door, only to find her companions have closed it and barred it from the far side >After some adorable banging and begging, she turns back to face me and Jason, no doubt to beg some more>This will be so much fun >Jason throws a fire poker hard enough to puncture her forehead and pin her to the door >Lame >Be Jason the Punisher >Victim #10>Mother wants three more
>>98892281>>98889414>>98888693>be Dark Magos Baoyuanfeng>the scions of Galmon bring out several gifts each a storage of warp energy from one of the 4 realms>batteries, cute>but Geheimnistag draws close and each spell must be completed before then>i know the servants of the 30 masks draw closer and closer to their celebration>if i am to claim this world it will be from under the noses of the many forces that seek to claim it for themselves>let Galmons puppets think i serve their master, just as Epherstein did"i accept your offerings, and bow my head to another user of the warp>i understand the uses of Kronenberg, Epherstein often bitched heavily of his "tattling" and teleportation abilities>such a gift would be VERY useful in my goals"i have another demand, i have in my coven 14 vials, within these vials is a curse to raise the dead's minds back to their mortal shells, i have plotted out 14 knight suits left all over this world that these vials must be delivered UNHARMED by neither warp daemon or man. Do this and i shall grant Lord Galmon that which he seeks">puppet master to puppet master, i have no issue paying lip service to those who claim to be rulers>let Galmon claim this world is his, those who come to take it from him will be seeking his head first and i shall find a new master when they succeed>such is my goal, to experience all the machine and flesh can offer in terms of sensation and power
>>98893330>>98892891>be "Nurse" Felis>currently patching up some poor dumb pricks foot who learned that guard issue boots dont stand up to bloodsap thorns>fething things are a natural caltrop>i have 112 injuries related to the things to deal with>good news is that i actually have nurses now>bad news is due to my "good deed" on Pacifica Prime their education was interrupted so most of them barely know their ass from a sterile holy water purification scalpel cleansers>i have most of them just patching stuff with gauze when Lord Commissar Kate steps in with an attitude>im getting sent to babysit the Roughnecks"THE FETH DO THEY NEED A MEDIC FOR? THEY'RE GUARDING A BUNCH OF FETHING BOOKS?!?! DID THEY GET PAPER CUTS?!?!">nope, Tom wants to go patrolling an empty ruined city for some reason and Kate rightfully thinks he's up to something>either retarded or possibly illegal>and as we're on another world with its own laws outside the imperium if they get caught, not much she can do to save him and the little ones from a short drop off with a rope leash>or worse given all the artistry i see of abhumans getting hunted for sport around here>fething fine>i get two semi decent medicae and we load up at the Valkyire as i grab a few packs of Iho-sticks>I've jumped off the supply wagon face first and relapsed hard>dont give me shit about it, you try living as a medicae and still only getting the title "nurse">i guess im just in a foul mood given from the moment we touched down ive been doing nothing but dealing with punctured feet, snake bites, insects laying eggs in biten wounds, and a nasty moment when a bone vulture snapped some poor souls tail thinking it found a serpent or giant worm or something>God Emperor's fluffy tail i need a vacation>or at least better Iho-sticks
>>98888605>>98892891>>98893330>>98893657>Be Felinid Sergeant Kitten “Pussy In Boots” McPurr>Tom, Tom, and Tam are up to something >Something that involves the Godwinson section of the archives >Planning on trying to loot the Godwinson ruins huh >I didn’t think the LT had it in him>They won’t be the first to try according to the rumors >But the LT is almost supernaturally lucky, even for a felinid >If anyone could pull this off and survive, it will probably be him>And there is a lot of wealth in those ruins according to the rumors >I might just have to blackmail my way into the LT’s little scheme once I figure out some of the details >It turns out I don’t have to >The LT approaches me first, and his scheme has even more potential than I imagined >A House Treasury? Left full of treasure?>That seems way to good to be true, but if we retrieve even a fraction of the wealth that would normally be found in a planet’s main treasury, we will be rich beyond our wildest dreams!>Fencing it won’t be easy, but I have already met a few key individuals since arriving on this planet, we will be able to work something out
>>98891106>>98891237>>98891610>be Lord Inquisitor Master Roshi Oda Toriko Akirama>as im enjoying the last of my brew and debating if i slip outside for a piss will i miss anything, a man soaked in blood bursts in>in his panic i get the regional dialect version of low gothic >some rather nasty group named "Nagel und Hammer" have been unleashed and are leading recruitment drives for a "blood march">mmmm, forced conscription>been awhile since i seen one of those in person>apparently all the death cultist loyalists have been conscripted but now as its night numbers are dwindling>either by desertion or more likely the natural threats of Sevenboroughs>but the Lord of house Drăcule is insistent that the march continue regardless>they are sure heretics are nearby>well sure I could have told you that, its a feudal deathworld, chaos might as well put a big sign up requesting trial outs for everyone who wants something better than the nightmare they're currently in>but reasonability is never an excuse, as my old master used to say>still seems very likely a confrontation is set to begin soon, since either the need for more fresh bodies will drive them to recruit the Slaughter Grox's inn's current 35k residents in its various bunkers>well i say bunkers but besides the inn uptop most of these Inn Bunkers are made of wood and dug by hand tools>or the need to rest through the night to avoid losing any of their actually useful troops>either way is perfect for an ambush and interrogation depending on if an advance force is sent or if the main bulk of the army arrives first>perfect time to judge how trained an expert Inqusitor im dealing with here to judge how he reacts to being told his theoretical quarry is on its way to him first>i know that feeling, the cold sweat of panic as the mind tries to run through every option, "was i uncovered? do i have a mole inside my cohort? is it a trick? Is it just a coincidence?">word to the wise? its never coincidence
>>98888792>>98889138>>98890995>be Paige Pius II>as we walk it becomes clear that Claire's adorable silence is less because she's flustered>and more because neither of us really speaks the other's language>Scintillan is a tongue i prefer in my mouth than speaking it>and Avalon actually banned learning low gothic for the nobles some time ago>so we just keep walking>its actually sort of fun and distracting from the potential death of my Lord to try and bridge the language gap>pointing and gesturing gives way to trying to explain what each of us all calls a word>a nearby huntsman's cat leaps onto a brick path as we walk through one of the nearby peasant habs>a domesticated feline species with 6 limbs and a prehensive tails with a smaller mouths at the end to suck blood leaps up>a beautiful Dé Danann shortfur>adorable>i point "Ed makkʷāto catto">i gesture for her to say what it's called in Scintillian>the cat seems to be staring at something behind us as its neck frills act up as it hisses and bounds off>fearing that the Huntsman's cat might belong to some small child and not because im getting a little unnerved i grab Clarie's hand and we speed walk after it>i do hope the legitimacy rites end soon and my lord comes back, id feel safer in my armiger suit>i feel Clarie's thumb brush my knuckle and then i change my mind>take as looooong as you need, my duke...
>>98891610>>98893888>>98888684>Be Count Orlok>The night is beautiful >Especially when lit with the flames of torches and the lights of our Knights >We start to encounter our first lot of heretics>I order the pikemen to brace and to bring down their pikes to impale and impede >They do so following my orders to the letter and slowly march up to meet the heretics>Be Heinrike Kromer>Ah what a beautiful night, especially stood side by side with our lovely lord>a true human experience it is to kill those who defy The God Emperor>The pikemen are the first to meet the heretics >it shall be our Kleinhammers next>They bring forth their holy nails and hammers ready to inflict pain and punishment>the knights open fire with their heavy stubbers whilst The Impaler of Wallachia fires bolts of lightning from its shock lance>granting some light covering fire for the pikemen>Necessary seeing as the enemy have some monstrous beasts at their disposal>I look to my sister Francine>her mad grin of enjoyment spread across her lips>typical Francine>I spot a naked woman running>looks like one of the Dé Danann nobles>hmm best make sure she's safe"My lord there appears to be a Dé Danann noble running from the heretics. Permission to send Jacob to retrieve her?">I point her out to Orlok"Hmmm... strange that she's here. Very well ordered Jacob">I whistle and Jacob appears next to me"See that naked ginger woman?">he nods"Save her, we'll be able to get her family on our side for our crusade">Jacob nods and strides forward>heavy plate armour rustling and bringing forth his hammer>he pushed his way through the pikemen>apologising as he does so as it does disrupt the formation >Jacob is a sensitive and polite soul
>>98889761>>98892891>>98893330>>98893657>>98893727>Be Farseer Isendavar >The mists keep me hidden>From Brodie to Godwinson>I look down upon the coming clowder >Desperation rather than greed>How sympathetic >Fine by me>I only need one piece of the treasure >I might even help you >But first >It's trolling time>I cast a glamour over myself>Giving myself a crooked nose and long white beard>You never see an Eldar with a beard, now do you?>The second star is with the treasure>So I shall demand it>Besides>I do have back-up>Local auxiliaries >Psykers here aren't collected for the black ship>And with some meddling from me they all go to the same school>These....wizards, as they are known have been thaugt Eldar methods to keep them stable >And wander about helping people >But they always come to help their archmage >Who else but me?>So I throw down a thick layer of fog>Change my voice for extra effect>I step out of the mists"Who dares disturb the ancient grave of the House of Godwinson?!">One of them tries to offer an explanation >I slam my staff into the ground>Lightning cracks"ENOUGH, I am Andalf and Andalf is ME!">I let my amazing wizard powers speak for themselves for a bit"Now state your business here offworlder, King Harold did not die so you could plunder his tomb."
>>98889807>>98893357>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman >Ah yes, the trails>I suppose I should give the three leave for that >I don't expect them to win>With challenges they always resort to sabotaging each other>No, they will at most make third or second>But winning?>They'll keep each other from winning>Now then >The feast >Lovely foodstuffs>Most of it hunted I take it?>Of course, as one of the guests of honour>I, and my closest retinue are given the high table>Tomorrow I'll send Fergus on a diplomatic mission to the north >The clans there are relations of the clans in my realm>And sounding out the Duke there would give me an alternative conduit of power here>But for now I eat my dish >Drink the liquor>And listen to the musicians
>>98884594>Be Count Wladislaus von Carrenstein zu Drachenhof>So ze vile Imperials are investigating ze haus of Drăcule>All ze better by my>I don't fear ze wood>As I ride through it in a black coach>And vhat do I find there but another tasty young maiden>Blut ist blut>But the blood of the highborn and the young tastes especially good>I return to my castle on the mountain ridge >The hunt has been successful >But I must rest before the sun comes up>Ze Khrave provide an excellent distraction >While zhey draw the Kaiserlichen away from me>I can reap and feast as I desire
>>98891237>>98893888>Be Lord Wilbraham van Tarsing >I make my way into the Slaughtered Grox>The canoness awaits me there>I look around me>An old man, regular guests, and a man covered in blood>Blood march?>Conscription?>The house of Drăcule grows even more suspect >I make a note to visit later>I turn towards the innkeeper"Your largest room if you please, make certain there are no eavesdroppers.">I put a small sack of thrones on the counter >Using only the stick gets you so far>But anyway>Me and the higherup sororitas withdraw to discuss and plan our next step>Two sisters stand outside to keep the watch>Blood cults>Susceptible to khornate corruption >But there are other things which crave blood>Both warp and mundane>A certain mutant sort from Necromunda>And a warp creature which shares the name>But there are also xenos which consider humans to be a delicacy >Hmm, that old man moves with a certain confidence >I go out of the chamber and back to him"A good evening to you, colleage. Do you fight the enemy within, without, or beyond.">In other words, are you member of the ordo hereticus, xenos, or malleus?
>>98892281>>98893631>be Kronerberg "The Deranged", loyal scion and Lord Galmon's greatest warp sorcerer>the Dark Magos seems most pleased by the gifts>I know so, the whispers told me!>the DarK Magos produces vials...>my whispers screech with joy"i have another demand, i have in my coven 14 vials, within these vials is a curse to raise the dead's minds back to their mortal shells, i have plotted out 14 knight suits left all over this world that these vials must be delivered UNHARMED by neither warp daemon or man. Do this and i shall grant Lord Galmon that which he seeks">oh, undead Knights?!>HOW DELIGHTFULLY DEPRAVED!>the Imperial dogs surely won't see this coming>it might even shatter their resolve!>my whispers find this plan most wonderous!>indeed, my whispers tell me they know the location of some of these Knights!>they tell me two are buried in the ruins of Godwinson...>yes... I shall go there>I take two of the offered vials "Very well! I shall assist in this most ghastly endeavor oh yes yes yes! My whispers tell me I will find two in Godwinson, I shall take myself there post haste!">the Dark Magos seems pleased, oh yes yes yes>as does my dear Mingmo>I take my leave>one sacrifice and teleportation ritual later I open a portal to the outskirts of Godwinson>I step forward, my guards follow>but approaching the ruined city, my whispers tell me we aren't alone>oh my, it seems we will have a fight perhaps?>who is it I do wonder?>scavengers perhaps?>or some wayward PDF serviles?>my whispers won't say!>most disapointing!
>>98894122Lt. Tom anon here,Farseer Anon, where exactly are you meeting the Felinids? The recon team has not left Avalon just yet. I require clarification
>>98895902Woops, I misread. I kinda had to write it quickly so it's my fault, sorry.
>>98896002>>98895902Tam anon hereits fine, leave it as is and we'll say it happens when the felinids arriveim working on Gévaudan's Bane angle but it might be a little different from what the mingmo anon plannedany issues with that?
>>98896002its fine, I'll just write my response as Lt. Tom running into him shortly after landing
>>98894201>>98893888>be Lord Inquisitor Master Roshi Oda Toriko Akirama>be keeping an eye on the unfolding events with the same air i keep an eye on Spence and Boobs>not everything requires a reaction, more often than not simply waiting for your enemy to show you his opening is a perfectly viable tactic>course thats when you hit him in the downstairs operator as hard as you can and use biomancy to boil his blood until his eyes pop but still waiting is a very important part of the process"A good evening to you, colleage. Do you fight the enemy within, without, or beyond.">case in point"hmmm? oh im much too old to be fighting anything my boy">technically true, i am too old>i still do it but i was really aiming at retirement for a while there>guess that was a lie to make myself feel better about leaving Spence and Boobs in Yule Harbor at the time>ah well"that said, i do have a bit of experience with the strange, picked up on my travels aboard the Starbound Sovereign">also not a lie, i did in fact pick up the hint of our unwanted guests from that ship >he came to me, that means i get the first move in this game of deduction>and if he pushes it?>eh we'll see how i feel about it then>part of being leader of a shadow cabal of renegades is not that many people should know you exist
>>98896016sure, go nuts - mingmo/dark mechanicus anon
>>98895875>Be Sub-Commander Yanna, IVth Iconoclast Cohort >After surviving the events of Pacifica Prime, I have been honored with a promotion to Kronerberg’s bodyguard unit >It probably isn’t an honor really, people who spend time near Kronerberg tend to end up dead very quickly one way or another, and I think he just picks replacements at random >It appears we need to resurrect some dead Knights to win the loyalty of the Gooner tech witches >Kronerberg seems delighted by the idea, but I am less than enthused by a plan that involves me risking my neck to increase the power of a rival faction, hopefully Kronerberg has a back-up plan>We take a portal to the ruins of the City of Godwinson and set about hunting for the two ruined Knights supposedly buried here >I lead my squad to the east as Kronerberg mumbles to himself about unknown hostile in the city >I guess we will need to stay sharp >Luckily I always stay sharpFYI, I don’t think a description has ever been given for them, but I picture the Iconoclast Cohort soldiers looking like a mix of these images: a mix of occult and tacticool, but with some obvious mutations and Warp fuckery thrown in, dominant colors black and blue
>>98897070>>98895875>>98894122>i am Gévaudan's Bane>last hound of the true master of this world>i hunt>i kill>i hunt>i kill>this is my territory, prey stalks here>for countless sun rises and sun sets more than i can fathom i have hunted>i am one with the Bane>what name my form beneath once had is gone, its body now bones consumed by machine fibers and blood good fed tendons>i feast>then i starve>there is no plan, no goal, no nothing>only the desire to hunt>to kill>i smell something on the wind>prey>new prey>i crawl on all fours through the ruins, eyes like the fires of the bastard>the prey spreads out, trying to find something>one shines a light on the corpse of Knight Fe->Knight Fel->...>do i not remember their names?>i am s̷̡̫̬̓ȍ̷̯͉̝ ̷̻͕̒h̷̟́ū̴̩̮̝n̘̐̚g̷͇̉ṟ̶̭̜̾y>be Iconoclast Cohort Private Willhelm>i was enlightened on Pacfica Prime>now we are given a new duty>to find an intact knight suit to be empowered for the glory of Lord Galmon>when we claim this world ill return to Hive Jakarva a hero>and not to mention my AMAZING charm and witty observational humor is winning over my partner and soon to be "companion" Hood>i assume that's her name, given she wears a hood over her face and doesn't speak>in fact am i really sure she's a girl?>...>fuck it, ill take what i can get>i finish inspecting the knight"this one is too damaged....like the corpse emperor amiright?">hold for snort...>...>i look around>she's missing"well i thought it was funny">i look back to report this site as searched when i come face to face with a skull with burning red eyes>i try to scream but it just opens it mouth and closes it around me"WAIT I NEVER GOT LA-"CRUNCH>s̴o̵.̶.̵.̴.̸h̴u̴n̴g̵r̸y̵
>>98887903>>98894158>Be Priscilla, Least Fortunate Woman in the Galaxy >There is some sort of big feast happening planetside to kick off the trials to pick the new High King and Peregrine is bringing down some servants and supplies so that his contribution is extra spectacular >You know what, fuck it >A city up in the mountains, big feasts, overdressed courtiers, it will remind me of my homeworld if nothing else>There are a few red, white, and gold items of clothing in the wardrobe, and between that and redoing my hair a bit, I should blend right in with Peregrine’s small army of flunkies. I also still have that Inquisitorial Rosette to flash around if I somehow really get in trouble with an overzealous security officer >Spencer seems deeply engrossed in whatever information Roshi gave him, so I just write a note and put it on the table next to him, and then hitch a ride on the next shuttle leaving the Starbound Sovereign >A few hours later I am on a balcony overlooking the Sevenborough’s beautiful, though reputedly deadly, mountains >The mountains definitely remind me of home, the city and the people...also very similar for the most part, but the differences can be jarring sometimes >I had also forgotten how cold mountains are >I guess I should head in and join the festivities
>>98893992>Be Jacob, Großer Hammer of Nagel Und Hammer>Right hand of Henrike>Tasked with the duty to recover the red headed woman>a noble of house Dé Danann>with my hammer in hand I stride forward>pikemen accompanying me as the clash between the heretics and us continues>The pikes keep them at bay whilst I smash in with my hammer>silent in voice as always >I put my hammer in one hand and bring forth a nail>thrusting it forward to impale the heretic then hammer it in to further the divine punishment >just as The Ones Who Grip decree is the fate for all heretics>and of course our Ally in the House of Drăcule>and soon to be new Ally of House Dé Danann when we bring them back their daughter>the voice of The Emperor guides our hands in this crusade >He speaks through Orlok and as such speaks through the Kromer sisters>oh how divine it would be to hear the voice for myself>If I continue to Nail and Hammer maybe he will speak to me>I slam another heretic with my nail and eventually reach the naked noble woman"Come, stay close. You are being rescued">My height is imposing and my hammer and nail are bloody>but myself and the rest are her best chance of surviving this night>especially with us on our crusade to drive out the heretics>Be Khrave Rootmind Nosferatu >I look through Orlok's eyes and witness the one named Jacob retrieve the red head>yes all he must do is bring her over>Then I can do my work>infect her mind with my psychic will and make her yet another vessel for our coming invasion>after all >if you control the noble houses you control their knights as well>such pieces of technology will do well in the hands of the Khrave species>oh how delightfully wicked
>>98889138>>98890995>>98893921>Be Baronne-Capitaine Claire D;Or, Francs-Tireurs >La belle Paige has invented a nouveau game to play as we walk her city >We point at things and say what they are called in our native langue >It is tres fun, and it brings great joy to ma coeur that she has shown such grand interest in moi >What is six-leg chat called in Scintillan?>We don’t have those on Scintilla, so chat avec six pattes?>And why are there teeth on its tails, maybe it is not so cute after all! >Paige also seems troublee by the six leg cat >She grabs my hand and starts walking faster >I forget about the six leg cat immediatement and blush again>The sun is getting low in the sky and it is getting dark and cold >Veille de la Toussaint is approaching, a Holy Night on Scintilla, but on Sevenboroughs it is called Geheimnistag and it is a night where the dead are said to walk and evil stirs >Despite the cold and the approach of the ominous night, I am warm and joyful >But Paige doesn’t know that “It is getting un peu cold non? Should we go somewhere...un peu...hotter?”
>>98893357>>98894158>>98885710>be Lady Marie de Antoi'nette Clouseau Poirot de Nicolett>a brief scan of the planet from my ship picked out the most likely location for the druids>an "abandoned" forge, shrouded in mists from a nearby island>interesting>local legend speak of the ghostly Lemurians and their reptile beasts of battle>very clearly eldar>of those filthy dendrophile category>but since the eldar seem to have a strange alliance of sorts at the moment, it wont do to bomb them and take their lézard tyrans skins for a new cloak >eh c’est la vie>still my main goal is to understand how these druids became so adept at understanding the imperial knight technology and if that can be used to the Wrath of Nostre Damus>i let my lander settle as the overgrown vines pull back>to the outside eye this forge is battling the elements and losing but im a little more perceptive>the plants are actually working with the forge, vines uphold masonry with natural spikey defenses, the run off is purified by swampy tree roots that seems to be unaffected by the metal shavings in the waste water>so that's their game, use the same technology the eldar hippie commune use, non?>magnifique blackmail>as i wait for the Archmagos to arrive im surprised to see he beat us here>from Avalon to more than halfway across the continent in less time than a top of the line transport ship?>if holy mars heard of how these "druids" operate they blow a gasket>might even send me a nice thank you gift in some tech priest servants>depending on if i like how the negotiations go of course>im not uncivilized, this isn't my world>but the nearest waystation might be a good refueling stop should things prove fruitless despite my best efforts at diplomacy
>>98888684>>98893992>>98897330(1/2)>Be Caoimhe Dé Danann>I run through the grim streets of the Dracule Fortress City >I cannae see those that hunt me, but I know they are there>I cannae trust the Dracules and their followers, at least some of them were involved in kidnapping me for foul ends, and perhaps some were involved in killing my kidnappers and probably want to kill me too >I dinnae know the city of Dracule well, it is a dark place, best avoided >I know enough to know I am in the shadow of their main palace, where encounters with the Dracules and their inner circle are most likely >I decide to head to Old Town. A district right next to the palace district. From what I have heard, no one goes there much anymore. Haunted they say. A maze of lesser palaces and crypt entrances and chapels and stately town houses. Now mostly empty except mad vagrants and desperate whores. I need ta find some clothes, and a good vantage point ta figure out the best way out of this shite city >(two minutes of running later)>Fook me, Old Town is supposed to be empty, why the fook are there soldiers and peasants fightin a bunch o weirdos >I heard the fighting from some distance of course, but I am still being chased, and the street I blindly chose has solid walls of townhouses on either side and ended with a blind corner that lead directly to the large plaza where most of the fighting seems to be happening >A wall of peasant pikemen is fighting off what appears to be a horde of the walking dead, but within that horde there are also large bat-men, and wolf-men, and many women and a few men in revealing lingerie waving rapiers, and some figures in black waving sickles and scythes, and some warped figures with gaping jaws>Worse, there are a few gargoyles and statues that have come to life, and a crawling bat the size of a tank and a horned wolf the size of a truck
>>98897533(2/2)>The pikemen are supported by a few Armigers and the Impaler of Wallachia itself, as well as more professional looking soldiers carrying spikes and hammers >I cannae believe my eyes >I have heard many strange things about the lands of Dracule, but this is very very strange indeed >There are three gold clad weirdos leading the Dracule ground forces nearest to me, and a freakish noble who could well be the Count himself walks near them >I have heard bad things about the Kleinhammers, and they definitely seem like the type to try and stick something up your rear, probably fatally so >The biggest gold clad one grabs a barely dressed teen, stabs her in the heart with a massive gold spike, then hits the spike with a hammer even though the spike itself was instantly fatal >Aye, he probably focking gets off to that >The three gold ones spot me and the biggest one starts pushing his way through his troops towards me >Nope, I am out not sticking around to see what he wants >I turn and flee in the opposite direction, climbing through a window and inta a townhouse ta avoid backtracking towards my original pursuers
>>98893992>>98897330>>98897533(1/2)>Be Strigoika, Chosen of the Blood Drinker, Senior Member of the Dracule Coven of the Cult of Thirty Faces>One of the idiot Succubus Cults got sloppy and attracted much of the Dracule army to the heart of our territory, Old Town >Unlike some of the covens in other cities, we have little desire to recruit a vast army of rabble, quality over quantity I say. Besides, most of the rabble we do recruit just get turned into zombies, and we already have plenty of those from the corpse starch factory we took over >The Masks grant their strongest abilities to those who are strong of will, focus, and mind: nobles, veteran soldiers, hunters, murderers, scholars and priests hungry for forbidden knowledge, and the like >But such individuals are hard to find and even larger to recruit or mislead >Degenerates are much easier to locate and recruit, and unlike zombies they still retain their previous skills and thinking abilities, most of the time >The chosen of the Succubus have found many willing to wear her mask in this city, which perhaps made them careless >Unfortunate, it would have been better that we had more time to build our numbers >However, Geheimnistag will soon be upon us and then our psykers will be able to unleash their powers like never before >Sergei the Bone Lord will animate hordes of skeletons from the crypts>Zhelyasko the Dead Raiser will raise the fallen on both sides >Dimitar the Monster Maker will animate more gargoyles and statues and supercharge his flesh golems >Antanasia the Flesh Sculptor will create Spawn that are perverse beyond mortal comprehension >Vladimirova the Sabbath Witch will summon the spirits of the dead to induce fear and madness>The large tide of unnatural forces will wipe out the amassed armies of the Dracule and allow a new order to arise in their place
>>98897976(2/2)>Until then, it is best we keep the Dracule out in the open. It is not ideal that their Knights can fight us out here, but their palace has ancient wards even the Dracule have likely forgotten, and the crypts have valuable ritual sites we would rather them not smash >The Succubus Cults will bear the brunt of the attack, it serves them right for being careless, but zombies are the most numerous and expendable of our forces so we send plenty to the surface. Less numerous but elite cults like the Reapers, Blood Wolves, Ghouls, and Blood Drinkers like myself will stiffen our lines, along with certain monsters and constructs created by our psykers >We will fight out in the plaza for a while, and then head into the old summer palace once we start running low on zombies >The summer palace has been the main Succubus Cult lair for the past week, and if we can't hold out until Geheimnistag, then perhaps the enemy will think this is the center of all the Cults in their city and pursue us no further>As for the red haired girl, killing her no longer serves a true purpose, but Jason and Lycan aren’t the type to abandon a hunt, particularly when they are getting so close
>>98893330>>98893657>>98893727>>98894122>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughneck's">my vox call with Commissar Kate seems to have worked...>she is sending 3rd Platoon to replace us, along with a few Valkyries>I choose NOT to tell the rest of my roughnecks...>that's for a couple reasons >first is that this 'little operation' of mine needs subtlety, i don't want them mewing about it on open comms>second is that if we get found out, it would be my head on the chopping block and not theirs>but before long the Valkyries arrive with our replacements>after grabbing supplies from the halftracks, we embark>waiting for me on the first one is nurse Felis, our chief medic>she says she is to go with us on Kate's orders>I share a look with Sgt.McPurr>feth... i'm starting to think she and Lord Commissar are on to us>frakking hell, I might have to cut them in on the loot>we lift off and make for the Godwinson city ruins>the flight takes a few hours and is otherwise uneventful>I spend most of it thinking of how I'am going to get to the loot under Felis' nose>Injuring one of my men is out of the question...>but as we get closer, I can see out from the side view port that there is ALOT of fog down there>and I mean alot...>I can't even see the ground from up here anymore(1/2)
>>98898150>as we approach the ruined city I can see only a few ruined buildings standing above the thick fog banks>the pilot yells back to me"I'am not seeing any good landing zones sir! Are you sure you want to go in!">I can't blame the pilot for his hesitation>I look for a good LZ>I spot a particularly wide tower of some sort>Emperor, willing it will support the weight of the dropship"See that spire off to starboard side? Takes us down there!">the Valkyries take turns unloading my platoon, one after the other>my squad goes first and secures the LZ>no threats detected so far>once all four squads are landed, we make our way down to the tower>thankfully the stairs are still intact>but as we get closer to the bottom, Tam starts fidgeting>she says she can sense "a presence">oh Throne... not this shit again>I tell my Squad to ready their weapons>and when me emerge from the main entrance their is indeed someone waiting for us>standing in the ruined street is an old man wearing a grey cloak"Who dares disturb the ancient grave of the House of Godwinson?!">I try to speak, but he slams his staff and the air cracks with lighting!>oh feth!"ENOUGH, I am Andalf and Andalf is ME!""Now state your business here offworlder, King Harold did not die so you could plunder his tomb.">my entire squad looks at me>Nurse Felis stares daggers at me>welp, so much for secrecy(2/2)
>>98889502>be Scout Captain Karl Torin Borin Ironbeard>the journey through the mountain continues as we breach the stone of the under mountain pass Stanford's pass>underneath it by several thousand miles of course, Umgi get rather particular when you ruin their shoddy equipment even by accident>we should soon be entering what's referred to as the "Mountains of the lost titans">what are the titans?>why are they lost and who named the mountain that?>couldn't krutting care less>my greater focus is preparation>the drill is moving fast so it's carrying myself, the engineer's guild, Longestbeard, and the Hearthguard>our goal will be to secure the main area of the hold and keep it secure while the rest of our deployment follow the tunnel bored by the Tremorbane Drill>from there we follow the battle strategium of "ancestor's beard" where three groups are formed and march outwards like proud longbeard whiskers until the hold is cleared>i picked the three most important targets myself>the forge furnance, where power can be restored>the hold ships stasis pods, similar to our own lost ship on Smethwick's end>and the Thane's Throne where any systems still remaining can be activated to restore function or at the very least inform us where the last of the Ironbeard clan ships went after we crashed>the drill wirs loudly as Loudest beard grumbles>he had to leave his beard holders behind lest they take up too much space in the drill>so he's again weighted down by the heft of his might beard and eyebrows"hold on soon, whitebeard. We'll be landing soon and you can reactivate those "new fangled" contraptions you're so fond of""FUFRMPGH BREFFLING PFMINCE BORFFIN!!!!!">heh, im probably going in his personal book for that one but i admit im in good spirits>so far this world seems more survivable than Smethwick end was for our people>it speaks to the Umgi's foolishness that they didn't see the value in digging INTO the mountain instead of just ontop it
>>98898203>>98893727>>98893657>>98892891>>98894122>be Tiny Tam>oh feth we're really doing this>didn't we just see another unit of abhumans get executed who we knew quite personally for something far less major than this?>im shaking as we get up the ramp and we're joined by Nurse Felis>and two of her aides, Oddball and Meowiarty>Oddball was a hellhound driver who was part of our conscription from Pacifica Prime and Meowiarty ran motor pool back on Nordica II>both got relegated to medicae because they knew how to read imperial gothic>and...i think thats it to their medical knowledge>as we land i get a bad feeling>like we're not alone as i warn dad about it>suddenly as we exit from the spire we secured as a LZ an old man shows up waving his staff around and shooting warp lightening screaming his name"Now state your business here offworlder, King Harold did not die so you could plunder his tomb.">...>waitaminute>warp lightening, reading our minds, showing up at the worst time>think back to what you learned from Lord Inquisitor Ayin on The Well of Humanity"The Eldar's greatest weapon is deception; they will use their psychic might to twist, deceive, and attempt to sway their opponents and often their allies as well." >i mean he's followed us to every other world we've visited>i focus my breathing as i use my own powers to see through the fog>its hazy, but i get a brief moment of clarity>and while he still looks the same the voice flickers for a brief moment before i snap back>my nose is bleeding again but I've gotten better about that from my training, i just use one of my cloth rags as i lean towards Dad"im fairly sure that's the eldar who keeps following us around, you know the one who flew in on a flaming bird on Pacfica, gave us the wrathbone yarn on Smethwick, and led us to the necron tomb on Pershah Gulf?">really when it's all laid out like that, I might be safe to assume any powerful person who doesn't immediately try to kill us is him
>>98898380>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughneck's">I have just been called out by this old man who I am certain is a psyker of some sort...>I stand there awkwardly trying to find the words and explain myself>but before I can say anything, Tiny Tam whispers to me"im fairly sure that's the eldar who keeps following us around, you know the one who flew in on a flaming bird on Pacfica, gave us the wrathbone yarn on Smethwick, and led us to the necron tomb on Pershah Gulf?">huh?>now that she mentions it, he speaks with the same cadence that the Farseer>so I speak up..."So... uh? Eldar? Its been a while hasn't it?">what the fething hell was that?!>is that really the best I could come up with>really hope this Eldar Farseer does not send us on another suicide mission like the Necron Tomb >my luck outta run out real quick if I keep going on missions like that>that said, the Eldar seems rather flabbergasted that we figured him out....>maybe this heist isn't doomed to fail after all
>>98898752>>98898380>be Nurse Felis>you know what i dont love>early morning injuries, guard regulations on iho-stick nicotine content, chaos, anything involving nurgle cultists>and being lied to>so when we step off the Valkyrie and get about 5 steps before some old man loudly announces that he knows Lt Tom is here to loot some old prick's royal golden toilet or whatever the feth im about ready to strangle him for lying about why he brought me out here before reporting him to LC Kate so she can do the same thing>but then Tam leans up whispers something into his ear and Lt Tom says that the old man is an eldar>...>but noteably doesn't call him a liar >...>i start smoking a second iho-stick as i use the best skill that a field medicae has>what separates the veterans from the soon to be shanked for their pain killers>assessment and being a colder bitch than a Nordica Candlemass>i could expect trying to preform looting from McPurr but Lt Tom was usually pretty straight laced>so he's desperate>and plus he has his kid and nephew to look after>meaning that if it came down to it he put a shot between my eyes if he thought id report him to Kate>or would he?>just because i would doesn't mean he would, he's the same noble idiot who if memory served actually handed his kid over to the inquisition when asked>so i dont actually thumb the strap on my bolter and go for the kill shot>maybe im getting soft>back when shit was really hard, i wouldn't think twice of giving the Emperor's mercy if i had two wounded winterguard and only enough supplies to save one>but now? im going to pretend i belive the ol "eldar are dicks with dickiness written into their DNA that means if they can't act like dicks their glass hearts will explode" or whatever the guardsman's primer says about them>besides, i might be able to take Lt Tom and POSSIBLY the other rough necks if Oddball and Meowiarty followed my lead fast enough>but ive seen McPurr in close combat>no fething way
>>98894158>>98893357>be Sir Duke Wenceslaus I>as we are all left in the hands of Brother Stig it becomes clear he is a man of few words>very few words>in fact, zero words>after about 3 hours it became clear we were getting no information from him on the first trial>which led to arguments mainly from those who had remained on Avalon that Sir Jeremy, Richard and James had infected the metal man's mind with their own brand of stupidity by bashing their knights together so often while arguing about what armaments and builds were superior>i attempted to rally to their defense but it was unneeded as voices turned from inwards to outward blame>Sir Harris having had his ears replaced with a direct feed into the noosphere after an incident involving a warhorn being blown in jest near his seat during a feast reports that House Drăcule has began a full crusade with their forces?>during the trials for the green knight?>the sheer disrespect to my father Vratilechczechruss's death alone is enough to make even my mild mannered self feel slighted>let alone Boleslaus who looks like his mustache is about to fire off from his face like a ship firing two smokey canons from port and starboard>i must let cooler heads prevail, i will not have the 10k years of peace broken by this mystery>wait a moment"AHA! do you not see my companions? Get@fix secretly revealed the truth of the first trial! He said there were matters that needed his attention. What could be a greater issue than one of our fellow knight houses being overtaken by a bout of what is surely grief-roused madness!">surely this is what Get@fix meant for the first trial, the trials cannot begin while one house is divided against itself"We must ride for house Drăcule and convince them to journey to Avalon in peace with us, then we shall do the same to House Dé Danann and House Findláech.">i pause"With the Duke of Avalon's permission, of course.">i do not want us to fight brother>please believe me Boleslaus
>>98897330>>98897533>>98897976>Be Jacob the Großer Hammer>sigh seems my words did not reach the girl >I do not want to return to my superiors empty handed>So I must go forth and pursue further>I look over to Henrike and she nods allowing me to go and pursue>It was probably wiser to send a peasant after her but she wanted to guarantee her safety so she sent me>The Kleinhammers, Mittelhammers and the peasants not wielding pikes have fully started to engage with the heretics and monsters >nailing and hammering or in the peasants case just using whatever weapon they had on hand>my pursuit leads me to a townhouse >Rather then going through the window I open the door>best to speak up "Lady Dé Danann be not afraid, I have been given orders to keep you safe. I just need you to come with me, you'll be safe at the side of Count Orlok">I start to smell something large and beastlike >as well as a corpse >something else has been sent after her>So I lift up my hammer>just to be safe>Be Count Orlok >Why did she run?>We were probably the safest place she could have gone to>Alas I must return my focus to the heretics and beasts >especially seeing as most of these are large and dangerous >I open fire with my bolt pistol>a rare gift bought from a Rogue Trader by Vladimir for my birthday years ago>the knights of our household continue to support the infantry force >with Armiger huntsmen moving forward to fire melta cannons into the large beasts among the heretics >The Impaler of Wallachia continues to fire off its shock lance when it can >making sure no stray lightning bolts arc off too far and hit any of our forces >not the most precise weapon in the world but needs must
>>98894122>>98897155>>98898150>>98898380>Be Farseer Isendavar >Oh so you think you caught me>Well you did >Unfortunately, you also didn't >And I also brought backup >A few of my homeboys from this world>So I just let the mists roll over me and dissappear >My five top students>Actual humans >Five millenia ago I founded a secret psyker school>In a old monastery far in the north on an island>Grogwarts still teaches psykers on the how and why of becoming wizards>And I'll just Curumo, head of the order of wizards speak for>Be Curumo the White>Head of the Wizard Order>Our archmage signalled us forth>Felinids in the ruins of House Godwinson>Our mentor has been found out>So it is time for us to step in>I shoot a fireball as a flare>Me and my four colleagues emerge from the mists"Who are you and what do you seek?"
>>98894158>>98897219>>98897398>>98898956>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader >The knights seem eager to blame each other>For whatever reason>Wenceslaus seems to rise to the occasion now that the Drăcule situation is about to burst>I am not going to get involved >Not yet at least>Priscilla has been so good as to join us >While Marie seems rather distracted >I am not going to bother >I am still awaiting Agent Duplex Nil Septum>He should be here any minute now>Then I think a hear a bass riff>Meaning that my top spy has arrived >And lo and behold>Be agent Duplex Nil Septum>Also be known as Bond, James Bond >It is on behalf of his majesty's secret service that I came here>There has been a lot of movement >I should know>In between sipping Martinis and seducing the local ladies>Indeed, his lordship will be delighted to know about the exodites, the wizards, and all other manner of nonsense which would warrant exterminatus elsewhere >So I take a seat next to Lord Bannerman to fill him in
>>98894201>>98896042>Be Lord Inquisitor Wilbraham van Tarsing >"hmmm? oh im much too old to be fighting anything my boy">A deflection eh?>You know something >But inquisitors ought not to step on each other's toes>I won't push matters>Persecuting heretics comes before bickering with other inquisitors>"that said, i do have a bit of experience with the strange, picked up on my travels aboard the Starbound Sovereign""Oh, in that case we have a mutual acquitance, I would have met Bannerman myself but duty came first.">That one is a slippery character >I have 'worked' with him sometimes>Always needling his way out of scrutiny >And the perfect smokescreen to conduct investigations"There have been multiple instances where persons have lost either their minds or their blood, I intend to investigate, would you care to exchange research notes?"
>>98899271>>98898380>>98898752>>98898898>be Ratmagasp the Brown>the arch mage summoned us>oh dear oh dear oh deary dear>this isn't good, this isn't a good place at all>poking around the ruins of Godwinson, we haven't been here in ages>its still prowling, still hungry, the lost one"w-we really shouldn't be launching f-flares C-curumo">the lightening itself probably drew its attention>many bad things are happening all over>very very bad, we should be going now, the forest is growing mirkier, something somewhere is tainting it>i step forward trying to settle the peace>i get along well with animals, i can speak to these guardsmen>a-and not to mention we rreally dont have much actual authority on this world, our council is heeded on occasion for our ability to use the warp, true but we're not the Druids>we have limits, hense our secrecy>we hold more sway in House Findláech than this far south especially so close to the death cultists of Drăcule>not to mention i can feel other eyes, countless eyes, with countless voices>laughing>laughing at our foolishness as something goes on further in the ruins as we stall arguing about who trespasses here like we still can claim these ruins belong to us>something terrible is happening"p-please....leave while you can, this p-place isn't safe...not safe at all"map update: where should i put Grogwarts Isendavar anonalso im working on drawing up a battle map for the Ruins of Godwinson, besides the Gévaudan's Bane, the roughnecks, Iconoclast Cohort, and Kronenbergis there anyone else besides the wizards i need to add, did Isendavar leave the ruins or is he just further obscuring himself?
>>98900452Isendavar/Curumo anon hereGrogwarts should be on an island north of House Findlaech as a proper spoof of Hogwarts were Isendavar likes to play DumbledoreIsendavar is in the ruins and he's using the distraction to retrieve the second star. (Its not actually a star, but a gem shaped like one)
>>98898898>>98899271>>98900452>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughneck's">so I called out the Eldar farseer...>I look behind me, to my platoon>most of them seem rather surprised>Nurse Felis, on the other hand looks ready to shoot me...>Feth>as the fog disperses, more of these bearded men show up, psykers no doubt...>one of them speaks up"Who are you and what do you seek?">well, I suppose some honesty will do me good right now"I seek the lost treasury of house Godwinson.">..."I need the money... my family back home is in debt, and this is the only way I can get the Thrones in time">my platoon is silent>stunned i reckoned>then one of the other psykers speak up"p-please....leave while you can, this p-place isn't safe...not safe at all">oh throne... what now?>I look to Tam"You sense anything Tam?"
>>98900731>>98900452>>98899271>>98898898>be Tiny Tam>just as i think we've gotten a leg up the eldar disappears and 5 old psykers appear in his stead>one of them throwing a fireball that lights up the area around us as the guardsmen who were near the lander start taking up firing positions since, you know, we're the guard if fire and lightening is shooting around we're going to assume we're being attacked>YOU>KNIFE EARED>DICKHEAD!>did you really run away just because we saw through your stupid disguise!>Dad then confesses what we're doing here which makes ever roughneck near Nurse Felis take a step back>i mean its not like it was Lord Commissar Kate or even Commissar Tammy>but still he did just admit to attempted looting>as things are about to get worse one of the psykers steps forward>he looks like one of the homeless veterans who'd take care of me on Nordica II before i joined the winter guard>he stammers out a warning and Dad looks to me to verify it>oh feth, i was so busy focusing on working past the eldar's psychic might that i forgot to look around>i close my eyes as i get a wave of blue fire in the distance, shimmering and shifting"t-tzeentch cultists on the outskirts...and its alot of them">something moves fast and brutal and snuffs out one of the flames>then another>its moving our way fast"something else, too...its picking up speed and closing in fast">we're not in a good spot, several Roughnecks are looking at Nurse Felis for orders since their CO admitted to going AWOL for profit regardless of reason>and others are debating if they can get a cut of the wealth they just heard about and who they'd need to silence to get it1/2
>>98900989>my eyes settle on Nurse Felis to see how she responds >before she can speak however something huge stomps forward>the psykers cloak themselves or hide and the Roughnecks do the same>everyone holds their breath as the mess of metal and flesh steps out into the open illuminated by the moonlight >its like the Armiger Paige used on Pacficia mixed with a wolf and a daemon engine>its mouth is dripping something viscus that looks mixed with dried and fresh blood hanging between its lupine fangs as it stomps around before continuing deeper into the ruins>so it relies on sight and sound>well if my psyker sight was right, its not on the heretic's side either>presuming we dont get executed by Nurse Felis, i wonder if there is a way to send it to go harass the heretics instead of us>also, i guess that explains why nobody else has been able to grave rob this place either2/2
>>98899271>>98900452>>98900731>>98900989>Be Curumo the White>Radmagasp, always you take the cautious approach >Enough of that >We Wizards should be able to move in the open >It make take a while for us to be accepted, but Grogwarts wasn't founded as a hideout>Besides, offworlders are ignorant of our ways>And the Archmage is clear on this matter>Stall them until he has found it>As to that lurking remnant>It will need to be dealt with eventually >The forests have a thousand eyes>But they can't see everything >I seek the lost treasury of house Godwinson.">"I need the money... my family back home is in debt, and this is the only way I can get the Thrones in time""If not for mortal greed you came here, and your heart speaks true, you may take a sum, but not a penny more.">Ah yes, as I had foreseen>I and the rest of the wizards use the fog to quietly go up the stairs of a ruined fortress tower>If it leaves, it leaves>If they fight it>We shall fight it>Be Farseer Isendavar >Admittedly I shouldn't have done that>But the distraction Curumo gave me the time to slip underground >Using my superior Eldar speed I race across the catacombs>The psychic resonance of the star calls me>Closer and closer it calls me>The second of the seven shall soon fall in to my hand >Bright white light>Bane of all Chaos>Anathema in the primordial sense>Captured pieces of a greater time>I take the star from the pedestal>Shining brightly as it joins with its brothers>With each step I come closer>Now should I move on to my next objective?>Or help out the cats?>Eh, I'll think about it
>>98897533>>98899086>Be Caoimhe Dé Danann>The windows on the backside of the townhouse are boarded up>And someone opens the front door, which focking wasn’t locked>Fock me>A voice tells me I will be safe in the hands of Count Orlok>Fock that>The townhouse is nae big, it won’t be easy getting out the front or up the stairs without my pursuer noticing>The stairs leading to the basement are near me though, maybe I can go down there and hide somewhere dark>I sneak into the pitch black basement and hide under the stairs>Somewhere behind me I hear the noise of water sloshing about, and being poured on dirt, sloshed about, poured on dirt, and is that a lullaby?>What the fock is wrong with this city!?>Heavy footsteps come down the stairs>It is the big gold guy>He has something with him or on him that is producing faint light>I can now see what is making noise behind me>There is six coffins on the ground partially filled with dirt. Each has a nude female corpse in it. The heads have been removed and placed next to the coffins. A pumpkin with a lewd face carved into it has been placed in the spot of each head. A nude man with a pumpkin for a head waters each coffin with a watering can“What the fock?”>Fock, I said that out loud>The gold guy and the pumpkin guy both turn to face me>The six dead women start climbing from their coffins>A big wolf-man crashes through the ceiling and lands on the big gold guy“What the focking fock!!!!!”>I run up the stairs while everyone is distracted and flee outside to where a motorized carriage is conveniently parked outside>That focking wasn’t there earlier, but I am not going to question my good luck>I get inta the driver’s seat, hit the gas petal, and high-tail it out of there, ideally, out of the city completely>Be Jason the Impaler>Be hidden in the back of the motorized carriage>Mother said to take my time with this one>But first she needs to be allowed to go somewhere much more isolated
>>98899086>>98901246>Be Jacob the Großhammer>I keep looking for the lady, my duty to retrieve her and bring her to safety>I look from room to room>The stench of death and beastiel fur stinks>I spot a door to the basement and descend down>plate armour clacking>armour and hammer gleaming from some faint candlelight >there is a lullaby down here>strange>I spot what is before me>a pumpkin head and six coffins each with a decapitated nude woman >heads replaced by pumpkins and being watered >2 and 2 makes 4>Heretical ritual to create an abomination >DESTROY! PURGE!>“What the fock?”>my attention turns and I spot the lady as does the pumpkin head"Get behind m-">before I can finish a lycan smashes through the ceiling and lands on me>snarling in my face and ready to rend me asunder>yet I fight back throwing him off>the noble woman runs off and the pumpkin man raises a weapon as the six newly made pumpkin heads rise up>8 to 1>thankfully I am a Großhammer so built for this>The Nails and Hammers of our Order are blessed weapons>Consecrated in sacred waters and imbued with our faith>some may call them crude weapons of cruelty >I call them perfect tools to cleanse all evil>The nail to impale the Sinner and deliver him the first pain>the Hammer to reinforce the pain further>They can scream and beg for forgiveness when they are impaled on the nail and hammered into place>I one hand my massive hammer and bring forth a nail in my other hand"In the name of The God Emperor! I shall smite thee! Be cleansed of all sin!">I stride forward the beast lunging at me>I thrust my nail to his chest>YOU WILL BE CLEANSED OF SIN!>It dodges and goes for a slash but I respond with a crack of my hammer>the pumpkin heads shamble towards me>If I play my cards right I can use the lycan's over aggression to my advantage and have it kill some of the pumpkin heads>I must not return empty handed to The Count and The Ones who Grip
>>98892639>>98893201>>98893551(1/3)>Be Sergeant Chad – dead in the main hall fireplace, the knife wound didn’t kill him, the fire did>Be Sergeant Stacey – dead on the main hall table with a knife through the chest, at least someone noticed your chest>Be Trooper Soleena Surviven – dead in the garderobe, she didn’t see that one coming>Be Trooper Greg – crushed by a chandelier – proper use of gravity badge earned!>Be Trooper Andre – died of a second heart attack after being trapped in a sarcophagus, he shouldn’t have split the party, or pissed in a sarcophagus>Be Troopers Pam, Xena, and Ian – their reward for extra deviant behavior is to become future toys for deviants!>Be Trooper Sabrina – killed with a colander – kitchen massacre badge earned!>Be Trooper Xanier – short one head>Be Trooper Becky, 2nd Happy Ending Regiment>It seems I dozed off in the comfy chair I dragged over to the window/arrow slit so I could watch the ramp leading to the gate>It doesn’t look like I missed much, other than someone turned off the music in the main hall, maybe Soleena or Tina was finally able to bring some discipline to this outpost, which would suck, since that means almost everyone got a few hours of partying in but me>I can hear some shouting though, and get up and look through one of the arrow slits leading back into the courtyard to see a bunch of naked and partially naked people running out of the main hall>Are they going streaking? As much as I love streaking I think it is a little cold for that>Are they yelling “open the gate"?>Soleena isn’t going to like it if a bunch of idiots opens the gate to go streaking, I guess I had better go stop them>Too bad our shit regiment isn’t given vox-beads, or I would be trying to reach Soleena right now, but no doubt she has already seen this stampede of idiots and is coming down from the upper battlements to help intervene
>>98901464(2/3)>I exit the watchtower and try to stop the idiots from unbarring the gate>Something isn’t right>They aren’t drunk>They are terrified, and also drunk>Simone is sobbing in my face about something about everyone else being dead>Fuck>Also I left my lasgun in the watchtower>Doublefuck>I help the others unbar the gate and we flee towards the road leading south out of Avalon>Our best chance is to stick together and try and flag down a convoy going up or down the main road>Naturally a few idiots split off from the main group and hide in the spiky trees surrounding the road and the path leading down to it instead>Be Lieutenant Nina, 2nd Happy Ending Regiment>The book I am reading glows and a strange figure appears before me>What the frig?>Is that a daemon?>Daemons are real?>“I see you like books. I also like books. Do you want to have sex?”>It is going to eat my soul! No go away!>I try to flee the library>Suddenly I am back on the couch with the daemon right next to me>And I am now only wearing glasses and socks>And the muscles in my limbs are locked up solid >“Well that was rude. Now I am going to give you two options. Option 1, I slowly cut you up with a magic dagger and steal your soul. Option 2, you tell me everything I want to know, and then we can have sex or I can tell you secrets of magic, or both, or whatever” >Oh no, this sounds like a trap, from what I vaguely remember priests mumbling to me back when I was a child, I think agreeing to anything a daemon says allows it to claim my soul, but also, being cut up by a dagger sounds bad too “I will tell you anything you want to know, please just don’t take my soul”>Wait, does that count as agreeing?>Frig frig fuck!>The daemon doesn’t even bother replying but I start babbling information anyways >I think at this point my only option is to keep it happy
>>98901480(3/3)>She asks many seemingly innocent questions like my name, rank, whether I am actually a lieutenant, or a Guardsman, why I joined, what is this world, why we are on the world, what are we fighting >Eventually the daemon loses interest and seems to decide I know nothing of value>Is that good for me, or bad for me? “Uhm, what happens next?” >Be Trooper Nurd, 2nd Happy Ending Regiment>Still smoking up in the quiet room I found>I am so fucking high right now
>>98897385>>98893921>>98890995>be Paige Pius II>is she cold?>oh.>OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH>i look around for the nearest lodging >there is a hot springs lodge reserved for nobles>it connects to the lake of the lady>legends speak that when the house Godwinson fell, the high king was guided by a vision of Saint Celestine to strike a spot at the rocks in a smal house named Avalon>when struck, the biggest source of fresh water on world sprang up turning the House of Avalon to be created and rise up from a small house with barely any knights to the largest>since then the springs have been heated, drunk, shipped, traded, and anything else merchants can sell>also hot springs are hot"bade ronom tomiros supendi en gnoron... matronā"(Shall we find a place to spend the night, my lady?)>i kiss her hand>shit wait was that too forward?>im torn between courting and my usual instinct to just take Claire to bed and spend the next few days stuck between various states of dehydration>but i like Claire, she's been helping take my mind off>off>>>>OH FUCK DID I FORGET TO CHECK AND SEE HOW MY THINGS WITH DUKE WENCESLAUS ENDED UP!?!?>i must have paled because she starts thinking im upset with her>it makes my chest ache"nī. nī. nīstū mand-as, nī mā posim ēsse mand-as ad tī, rogo, stā ad suid-ā kalidā mī, promittō guprī re-gwem! ed tantum rogō uided-ī kom trisk-ā komanant-ī kurn-ī mīn med-is" ("no. no. im not mad, i could never be mad at you, please wait at the Hot Springs for me, i promise ill come back! i just need to see how things with my lord ended")>i pay for a private room and hurry off to the royal palace to see if my squireship has come to an end>if he isnt then i'll head right back>squires are forbidden from joining their masters on the trials>most use it as a chance to rest themselves or battle for a chance to claim a true knight suit>me?>i have the most beautiful Scintillan in the galaxy waiting for me>nothing is going to stop me
>>98895875>>98893631>>98899312>>98897219>be Scion Míngmò>so much has unfolded as ive over seen the infection of three knight corpses in the Stafford Passing>Banquo the Valiant, Clauditimus the Rememberer, and Former King of Findláech Stafford Hammelett I>his son, Duke of Findláech, Claudius Hammelett II has remained in his castle of late, refusing even the druids>Baoyuanfeng has insisted that she handle any further chaotic spread north personally>fine by this one, leaves me a plethora of options>Kronenberg is raising two knights at the ruins of Godwinson and if reports are correct, perhaps earned himself a chance of vengeance against the Eldar Farseer who wronged him and his lord on Pershah Gulf>tempting given he wronged another of me as well on Smethwick's end but i have other options>one is to rouse the ire of Smog to destroy the Squats, but ive taken care of that>i sent a moth personally raised and nursed on rotten bone marrow>i could join the Monster Masquerade beneath Avalon, given its Geheimnistag's eve>the space between the warp will be the thinnest it gets all (terran standard) year in this sector>but i have a third option in mind>i have crushed a few nibble flies that tells me a rather plain yet tramatized looking woman is on world>WITHOUT her body guard>meaning my perfect host is alone>and there is only one place he could be given the slag's company>the starbound sovereign>so im going to take this chance to capture my perfect host once and for all>and for that i need three things1/2
>>98902526>first is a good ritual site>located, there is a delightful spot that just got several warp batteries>including one from nurgle>am i going to break my promise to Baoyuanfeng?>no, at least not until this world is under our control for Lord Galmon>but that brings me to my second item>i snap my fingers as a familiar coffin appears>as it opens a very bloated woman falls out, vomiting and expelling insect eggs from most of her orifices>ah the wonders of motherhood, im somewhat jealous>i poke her with my staff until she's somewhat aware again before having her dragged near the slaanesh generator>someone IS going to use one of Baoyuanfeng's generators but it wont be the Scions of Galmon>it will be the Schlick>Quite the betrayal>im shocked>she's layed over the energies as being near her patrons warp energies restores a bit of her usual self>i assume, my interactions with her before her entombment consist of spotting her and tossing her into it>but i lean in close"do pass a message onto Yule Harbor would you? I have information on the beastwoman attacking the Schlick's assets next location, in return i need access to a certain daemonette cult of the Pink Lotus">there are a few crates of their tea left aboard that old trader's ship that never got sold or discarded out the airlock after he realized his men were going missing after drinking it>they will open a gate way for my Husbands to spread Nurgle's love aboard that old dreadful ship>and in the chaos?>ill swoop in and capture my boy>oh my dear maggothost Spencer, i hope you are as bitter and angry as the day we parted my soon to be perfect boy>and with that i press her face into the container of the pure Slaanesh energy>the third ingredient, is a surprise for later>after all, what fun is life without a good scare?2/2
>>98895875>be Kronerberg "The Deranged", loyal scion and Lord Galmon's greatest warp sorcerer>My guards and I have reached the Godwinson mausoleum...>It is not far from the edge of the city ruins >my whispers lead me to the correct tombs>the are most massive!>Knights entombed with their pilots!>I but pop the cork on the vials>I pour the contents to graves stones themselves>I stand back as the stone begins to crack, warp energy shining through>the stone tombs shatter as the possessed Knights emerge from their crypt >its eyes alight with baleful energy>oh how marvelous>both kneel before me in service"THOU ORDERS MY MASTER!">I must grin with delight! The Dark Magos' serum work splendidly!"Yes my pets! March forth and bring death to the Imperial lap dogs">they rise and stride deeper into the ruins...>no doubt to reach the loyalists in Avalon, oh yes yes yes!>then my whispers speaks up!>rise the other dead from the grave its says!>oh how marvelous!>Zombies sound like a wonderful idea>and I have enough slaves to act as scarifies for the ritual!
>>98900989>>98901088>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughneck's">still in what is more or less, a standoff with these psykers>the platoon seems split>half siding with me, the other half siding with nurse felis>feth >Tam tells me there are chaos cultists in the area>double feth>then she tells me that something BIG is coming in fast>triple feth!>the psyker dressed in white robes speaks"If not for mortal greed you came here, and your heart speaks true, you may take a sum, but not a penny more.">but before I could reply, the ground shakes>we scramble for cover>the psykers make for a tower>and my platoon makes for a ruined grist mill>and out from behind a ruined cathedral comes a Knight?>no...>something is off about it >the flames coming from its exhaust vents is an unnatural color>the lights of its eyes are malevolent red>worse yet, its head looks like a wolf, with blood dripping from its maw>I look to Tam again...>she is shaking >yeah... there is something really wrong with it>I key the vox and whisper..."Let it pass. I don't want to risk fighting something we don't have the fire power to kill...">I look at nurse Felis>she is still pissed>*sigh*
updated Sevenboroughs MapBattle map to follow soon
>>98887301>>98902526(1/3)>Be Lady Isadora Drachenhof, Minor Noble, Schlick Operative >I wake up in the pitch black >I feel...very different...>My joints and muscles burn, and I feel dreadfully feverish >I have the sudden urge to vomit, but I also feel too weak to do so >There are several soft, round things in my mouth >Eggs >I remember the fly creature >It laid eggs in me >My stomach hurts >I weakly lift my hand and flop it on my stomach >Fuck, my belly is huge, how long have I been down here for? >Suddenly I am falling upwards >The coffin lid opens and I fall forward onto the ground >I land on my bloated belly >The sudden pressure expels several objects from my lower holes, and a tide of milky vomit and soft white eggs out of my mouth >Each egg is the size of a human eyeball, and I just vomited up many>How many are inside me and what happens when they hatch?>I should be panicking, but my mind is as lethargic as my body >Someone pokes me with something a few times, and then two someones lift me off the ground and haul me towards an object glowing with pink energy >In its pink glow I can see my skin is pallid and slimy and crisscrossed with dark veins, my breasts massive but sagging, and my belly stretched taunt and even bigger than I imagined. What remains of my clothes looks like they have been rotting for centuries and hang in scabby tatters, and my limbs are weak and withered >But as we get closer to the source of the pink energy, I undergo a different set of changes, my skin regains some color, more than it had even before, and energy and excitement fills my mind and body >I recognize the pink light now for what it is, the glowing divine energy the Mistress uses to to invoke pleasure and inspiration, the divine energy of Slaanesh >Tears run down my face as I realize I am about to be saved from this nightmare
>>98903044(2/3)>"do pass a message onto Yule Harbor would you? I have information on the beastwoman attacking the Schlick's assets next location, in return i need access to a certain daemonette cult of the Pink Lotus" >That doesn’t make any sense to me >Someone pushes my face deep into the pink fire >It is too much, it is way to much >Raw energy enters my eyes and mouth and flows through my body like wildfire>My body shutters like its being electrocuted as it is hit with dozens of orgasms >My lips become fat and puffy>My tongue grows impossibly long and wraps around my face and throat many times before becoming fused in place >My skin becomes tan and firm and muscles return to my limbs >My breasts become round and solid, and a second set grows beneath the first >Something enters my mind, causing it to crackle with unimaginable pleasure >I feel it taking oveah ah ah ah ah>NNNGGGHHH!!!>Be Cummissar Vicky the Vile >No act is too unspeakable for me >I have crawled up a Great Unclean One’s anus, I have let an Enslaver stick its tentacles in ALL my holes, I even tenderly held hands with a young, gentle virgin woman...ugh >When the Schlick want to send someone to deal with the Nurglese, they usually send me. Since I already have every STD in the universe I am already halfway to becoming one of them anyways >I possess the quivering body of the woman formerly known as Isadora and get it to stand upright and face the entity known as Scion Míngmò>She needs help from the Pink Lotus daemonettes in return for information? An acceptable trade, and the Pink Lotus daemonettes owe me a few favors >I try to accept the offer verbally, but Isadora’s tongue is still fused around her face and neck >I form a rudimentary mouth on the palms of one of her hands instead “Your offer is accepted. Insert the nibble flies containing the relevant information into one of this woman-thing’s orifices, once received, the Pink Lotus will open your gates”
>>98903061(3/3)>I leave Isadora’s body and return to Yule Harbor, leaving only a trace of my essence behind to monitor what comes next >Although she has been re-clade in Slaaneshi skin, the rot of Nurgle still infests her innards >A plump mother-to-be who is 50% Nurglese broodmother, 50% Slaaneshi orgasm machine >The off-spring will be quite interesting >Once I gave birth to 676,767 daemonic genital crabs with fat boobs for abdomens and dicks for tongues, conceived during a scandalous affair with a giant Rot Fly >As a parting gift, I restore Isadora’s mind to her body, not that she will appreciate this gift >The conflicting influence of two distinct Warp energies on her body will no doubt be intense
>>98893201>>98901480>Be Daemonette Diane >The woman Nina doesn’t know much and doesn’t seem to have much potential as any sort of useful asset either >Is this the sort of person the Guard is allowing to become an officer these days? Weak-willed, non-assertive, shy. No wonder the Imperium is falling apart >I do empathize with her a little. She does remind me of me, back when I was a mortal, though I don’t think I was ever THIS weak >She asks me what happens now >Hmm, good question >I can’t think of many uses for her, other than practicing manipulation and sex, and maybe a potential host for possession if I decide to explore this world for a prolonged period of time, which is perhaps not a bad idea >I do have standing orders to form new cults, form alliances with existing cults, and seek out new occult knowledge >And I think this planet may have some potential >I decide to linger for a while >I can sense some fellow Slaaneshi not far from here, and I have a feeling there will be others open to alliances elsewhere >And now that I am here, if anyone else opens a certain type of tainted book, they will get me >Hmm, I extend my senses again >There are a few Slaaneshi and Khornate corrupted souls in the area, and a few untainted souls fleeing the area >I think I recognize the nature of the Slaaneshi and Khornates >The untainted ones are probably the remains of Nina’s platoon she so woefully neglected >I am bad at lying, and my manipulation skills are not great either, but I think I see a path forward here
>>98903199>diane continued“You have two options. Option 1, I leave you here and return to The Library. Your soldiers have fled, and your castle is occupied by creatures far beyond your abilities. If you are lucky, your death will be swift. More likely, you will be captured, and your body will debased in ways you can scarcely imagine for days, months, perhaps years. Your soul will be claimed in the process, and your afterlife will be filled with further debasement far worse than anything that is physically possible in the Mortal World.”“Or, you become my abject slave for a period of six days. I arrange the rescue of your remaining soldiers and spare them a fate far worse then death. And after six days, I will return you to your beloved home world of Happy Ending with enough wealth to live the rest of your life in idle luxury”
>>98902526>>98903044>be Scion Míngmò>This one does love a good collaboration in the name of science>the new wonderful brood mother mixed of both Slaanesh's fertility and Nurgle's progeny>and the hour has turned >the moon glows green as Geheimnistag TRULY begins>the warp is thin as wax paper as i pull three nibble flies from my puppets mouth>information on Zheng Yi Sow's traitors within the Schlick who have been gifting her targets, her plans to have one of her red flags raid one of the few constantly open ports of yule harbor "white candlemass">a world were every day is Slaaneshmass>and finally information on Zheng Yi Sow's boy toy Baobao>because i dont like him, he dared to stand by our side without earning his place, if they kill him, replace him, or peg him, doesnt truly interest me>these are irritations, small losses to remind Zheng Yi Sow she SERVES not rules, if Lord Galmon says we are to ally with the Schlick for the time being then we WILL>some beasts must be broken before they can be trusted>the flies enter into the brood mother's mouth as a flash of pink light informs me that they arrived as a small box is hacked up marked with the logo for "long pig tea">a pink lotus>i open the case as the air changes to a chynese resturant>nostalgic...>the Geisha, saunters up as i raise my hand"no farther...i am not here to partake in your meals, rather i require a....delievery" "送货仅限于有斯莱恩尼斯粉色莲花的地点,小姐">i switch to Chynese, its easier than gothic anyways given i was raised there"我知道,我说的那个地方船上藏着好几箱你的茶""啊……星际主宰……我们要送多少位顾客的餐点呢""一家人丰盛的聚餐,我们有个生日要庆祝">she nods and i am back in the dark woods the air now smelling of roast pork and lotus tea>the box is shut again>one way trip, ill have to find my own way back1/3
>>98903243>ive taken care of that, a corpse pile on the emerald isle and a few of my more talented summoners given orders to follow through if i do not appear back on world before the end of Geheimnistag>might end up hitching a ride with the followers of the 33 masks's rituals given how many undead they have>its Geheimnistag, rituals are going to be flying left and right"Summon my husbands, and prepare the third surprise">i ring my brass bell, as the dead rise around me>most are so withered they can do little but struggle against the roots that have encased them but a few follow my instructions to slap into a large pile to create a limited portal to my ship>several of my rot-taur husbands ribbit and croak wetly as they pull rusted slime coated chains forcing a large metal cage out through the portal before joining them>many of my fellow entomologists join them as i have a decent sized raiding party built"Many of you will not return; in fact, none of you shall...save my husbands, but even then death will claim you. But death is but another path for nurgle's love. Bury your corpses deep into the metal of this prideful ship, push yourself into it like maggots into a corpse being thrown into a fire, deeper and deeper until nothing can touch you until you are gestated. Your sacrifice, your chaos this day will be the first step to the rebirth of our experiments, for today we claim the perfect host for my Maggotborn. One who fights despite apathy in his soul, protects even though he remembers nothing, and longs for things he can never attain."2/3
>>98903247>i run my hands along each of my chosen>each is unique, eager to attempt their final experiments, their own cross bread insects of nurgle, rot toad venoms, metal consuming monkey fleas"And when you awaken in Nurgle's realm, remember that the unmaking of all things is the final and truest expression of nature.">and with that i open the box>pink lotuses engulf us as i grin wide with a mouth full of needle teeth>I won't need the jester mask for this3/3
>>98896042>>98899976>be Lord Inquisitor Master Roshi Oda Toriko Akirama"Oh, in that case we have a mutual acquitance, I would have met Bannerman myself but duty came first.">mmm he does get around>i swear i see alot of him around here in the nobility>rogue traders, can't live with him>imperium be a hells of a lot worse without them"There have been multiple instances where persons have lost either their minds or their blood, I intend to investigate, would you care to exchange research notes?">hmph, really aiming to reel me in eh?>what would Isendavar do?>probably put on a fake beard and go give 1000 trillion school points to some scrawny psyker boy for the power of friendship because he finds it funny"well when you put it like that, it be rude of this old man to say no, eh?">i hope down as i reach into my pants>one of the gothic sisters of "battling my inner demons" twitches her hand to her side, forgetting she doesnt have her bolter incognito>and i pull out the leather bound tome i took from Bannerman's personal library>i really got to take Spence's advice about bringing a coat or something to store things in"this tome was handed to me by one of the oldest and wisest men i know">me>when i got it down from the shelf"the tome of Lord Inquisitor M32 Belmoth: the danger and threat of the Khrave">imagine my shock when i found this little beauty gathering dust between something titled "Ark of the Covenant location" and "Zulu battle tactics">Bannerman really must purchase better sorting servitors>last time i saw this book it was on Terra in the Inquistion's hidden library>now im not saying if i managed to get back there id find it missing>but even a copy of something as old as this is worth several planets>id love to ask Bannerman how he got it but some dogs are better left napping>ah, im rambling in my own head1/2
>>98903292>back to the point Belmoth was convinced the Lions never finished the job with the Khrave and that they more a threat than any other xenos species>drove himself mad trying to find them out>given the lot responsible for their extermination are FAMOUS for enjoying inquisitor prying into their personal matters and questioning their ability to do their duty to the Emperor it was only a matter of time until he was issued an order to surrender himself to Terra or the first Legion>and of course, like most Inquisitors who get to that point, he disappeared into a "warp storm" and was "never seen again, but is likely daemon chow">rumors persist that his family line formed their own secret order in the wider Imperium and have entire planetary vaults dedicated to the extermination of the Khrave, filled with rare relics, gathered techniques, training holos, even specimens kept in suspended animation mid-dissection>makes my old heart start pumping thinking about what i could learn if i found one of those hidden alcoves>but treasure hunting is a young man's game>or in the case of Bannerman something done when you have the written word of the Emperor excepting you from anyone saying no>still its a risky move but why not, its clear the lad isn't going to leave without something to sate his curiocity and better he know im on his side than think im a Khrave in disguise or under its thralldom >and if im being really really REALLY honest with myself>i just want someone to talk about it who gets it2/2
>>98897398>>98899312>be Lady Marie de Antoi'nette Clouseau Poirot de Nicolett>Get@fix is a good negotiator >in that he understands a wrong word to the wrong group would ruin what a wonderful thing the Druids have built here>learning to use the Exodite's sonic vibration similar to how Eldar can "sing" to wraithbone to weave it to sooth machine spirits and mend damage normally impossible to repair>is it perfect?>no sadly, as evident by the loss of knights through Sevenboroughs history but its certainly an improve ment>a heretical one, but still>in return for offering "sponsorship", trade, and an oath of protection to the Druid's secret enclave ive earned a group of their "non-essential" personnel to head aboard my ship to inspect the Wrath of Nostre Damus>obviously everyone is sworn to secrecy. Je jure sur mon cœur et espère mourir, ou que le Dieu-Empereur plante sa lame vengeresse dans mon œil>oui, oui, lets move on>its a far larger task than any they have attempted before but they set to work, the tech priests are pulled back, as the Druids begin to sing as they wander through the Titan>machine spirits activate, wir, spark, and are repaired as slowly several tech processions miles long are following each Druid, watching silent as Church Cherubs as the Druid sings, an issue arrises in the old machine and the tech priests watch and wait to assist>Roquejeoffre d'Éon requests i get some rest as there are increased warp phenomena reported on all decks despite us not being in the warp>a warp storm?>no, we'd be torn to pieces if that were the case>a ritual?>possibly but the druids dont seem alarmed by it>i use on my internal augmetics to purge my cortisol levels to compose myself and stave off exhaustion>i didnt realize how much tension id been holding onto, hoping to fix this glory for Dynasty Nicoleltt>but now i can breathe easily, the Wrath of Nostre Damus is being fixed, and with it a prix that Bannerman can't steal or cheat from me(1/2)
>>98903430>...>why do i care so much about what the old fossil thinks>every time we interact its like im being judged by the elders of the Dynasty again, having my errors outlined like a petulant child>its embrassing sure, but compared to Pershah Gulf?>waking up naked and chained was a hard bar to surpass>so why then do i still feel the need to prove i can beat him>any other rogue trader dynasty would have split for another sector, started claiming planets and just prayed for his downfall, maybe send an assassin or two to keep in touch>why do i keep circling back like this matters, it doesn't>...>i breathe in and out as i feel a headache coming on>i need wine, a good vintage and a bath before i head back down there>reports are coming in that the Trials are being held up by nobles of all three houses but Avalon>and given the state of things i doubt it will un merde itself within the next few days>so i can make an appearance now and then, keep an eye on things>and mainly focus on keeping my agreement with the druids moving>servitors, mechanicus items, replacements>in return for xenos tech, their services, and secrets relating to the noble houses>for instance did that Caoimhe Dé Danann is actually the only daughter of the current Dutchess Maeve Dé Danann>i read the report with a sort of delighted relaxation over a bottle of Chambertin-Clos de Bèze Grand Cru 31k >political intrigue is as delightful as a play or game of regicide for moi>indeed hence her protective, if fairly glacial, handling of the poor girl in court>left as a mere armiger pilot because as a bastard, she is unable to be given a knight>how twisted and cruel, i MUST know more>indeed her status is a result not of being born out of wedlock but rather...>because>her father>is..>is a rouge trader...and thus wasn't a>a noble>...>Dieu Empereur, bon sang tu Bannerman(2/2)happy halloween anons
>>98901314>Be Khrave Rootmind Nosferatu >So the Dé Danann has fled>Jacob has failed his task so far>then again how was he supposed to know a lycan would smash through the ceiling and land on him>still the moon has turned green>meaning the barrier between the warp and material world has weakened>good for chaos and its followers >but also good for the Khrave>So with the full might of three Khrave Rootminds we spread>capturing the entire city's population into our thralldom>peasants>the rest of Nagel Und Hammer>and finally the knight pilots of House Drăcule"My loyal subjects be not afraid, I speak to you all now. I The Emperor of Mankind encourage your crusade to continue, drive out those who would destroy the Imperium and bring us all down to the deepest darkness">It was disgusting to give these creatures hope, but you need to motivate the humans alot>let's see how this plays out>Be Count Orlok>He speaks again, this time to all my subjects and my family>oh merciful Lord on The Throne>I thank thee greatly >I raise up my power sword"March, March, March">The Kromer sisters giggle and cackle with glee as Nagel Und Hammer double their efforts against the heretics>The Knights of our House stride forward to meet more enemies>led by Vladimir and The Impaler of Wallachia>Be Jacob the Großhammer>ah the voice, i hear it finally >it does not blame me for my failures but reassures me to keep going>kill the heretics then find the girl>she is in danger >So when the lycan comes again I dont mess around>thrusting my nail into its chest>it recoils in pain not expecting such a weapon to harm it>then I slam my hammer and pin him to a wall"You are judged wanting">I then turn to the pumpkin heads and slam my hammer into them"You will be purged of sin"Happy Halloween
>>98899312>>98902526>>98903243>>98903430>Be Lord Admiral Henry Arbuthnot Valerian Ponsonby-Bannerman >Staying in formation above the planet >Even from above the thickness of the woods is something to behold>I would go down there>But somebody has to watch the house>Speaking of which>Alarms go off in the lower decks>The summoning of multiple Nurglite daemons>Filth>Literal filth>Fools, this ship comes prepared for such occasions>My Lord Great-Grandfather is nothing if not prepared "Close of that section and depressurise it, active the blackstone wards and order the sprinklers to pour soap water on them.">Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman >Listening to all the intel 007 has gathered >Oh? So one of my spawn is running a mock on the planet>Quaint, but not my problem >I abstain from sexual relationships these days>I am a bit too old>And my tree too large>Caoimhe eh?>Perhaps later>I have a funeral to attend
>>98901088>>98902798>Be Curumo the White >We maintain silence for the time being>Me, Ratmagasp, Olorin the Grey, and the two blue wizards remain in the tower>Silently moving about>The forces of Chaos are at work here>I detest chaos, in all its forms>Order must be maintained>And expanded>Only then can there be peace>The Archmage sends a telepathic message>Instruct the felinds, keep them away from danger>So be it then>We go through the fog>Bypassing the knight and other evils currently being awakened"Lieutenant Thomas McFluffy?">Don't look at me like that"A wizard comes and goes as he pleases, if you wish to live, you will follow us.">I tap a wall with my staff>It opens"This hidden passage leads leads to the undercroft of the castle. Follow us">Be Farseer Isendavar>Aaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnddddd that's two>Five to go>Next halt: Magdalen >Thankfully most of these cities have secret tunnels to sneak out of>And lo and behold my ride is waiting for me>Make for the western island if you please>After I have retrieved it I think it is time for a little break>By visiting Grogwarts>Headmaster Wumblesnore will be glad so see me>And all those children are in need of a guest lecture methinks>But first, collected the third star>Then it is time for the seminar
>>98903988>Be Headmaster Wumblesnore>347th Headmaster of Grogwarts''SSSSIIILLLLEEENNNCCEEE''''I SAID SILENCE SO BE FUCKING QUIET''>I bellow calmly>Excellent>Now then>In times past, the legendary archmage set up a secret school for young psyker boys and girls from all over Sevenboroughs>Through his four first students>Godfrey Gryphongore >Salomon Slypper >Rosalind Roostercry>And the uh... other one>Hilda Hinkegruff>Nobody gives a shit about them>I overlook the assembled student body"I am glad to see all of you here once more good students.">Especially you, Mister Gerry Cotter>You glassed weirdo with a lightning mark>When you get back from whatever dangerous nonsense this castle has to offer>The original five were wise indeed>A place like this weeds out the weak >Especially the Slypperings>I fucking hate all of them>But were was I>Oh yes, on occasion we get guest lessons>Usually from the Lemurian>But this is a special occasion"Now, it on special occasions like these, once in a blue moon that our most illustrious and wise founder has seen fit to stop by on this planet. He shall be coming over very soon to hold a guest lecture, under normal circumstances such a seminar is facultative. But due to the extraordinary nature of our guest teacher it is to be considered a mandatory part of the curriculum I expect all of you to attend. Faculty included, that is all.">I return to my seat>Hmmmm yes>Where is my jester>The normie ratling Mr Filth>Why aren't you dancing?!>I zap him with my wand>Dance, dance, you little freak
>>98893727>>98898898>>98900989>>98902798>>98903988(1/2)>Be Felinid Sergeant Kitten “Pussy In Boots” McPurr>The LT manages to convince Kate to let him take Valkyries all the way to the Godwinson ruins >Weird, I though she was smarter than that >Maybe all those metals we won a few weeks back has given us some extra leverage >Or maybe our last minute addition Felis is supposed to be her spy >The trip to Godwinson passes without incident, which is mildly disappointing, I have heard some spooky stuff is happening along the mountain roads and remote outposts, and who doesn’t like a violence and horror filled road trip?>The ground is so foggy we end up disembarking in a ruined tower sticking up out of the fog instead >It is a long hike down the tower, and near the bottom, Tam starts “sensing presences” with her psyker powers >Oh boy, a fight! Will it be the stabby kind of fight or the shooty kind of fight?>It is actually just some old guy, but he seems to be a psyker, and he claims we are here to loot Harold’s tomb >Everyone looks at the LT, who looks guilty. Fucking amateur. We aren’t even here to loot a tomb, we are looting a treasury. This had better not lead to a situation where we go from a four way split to a forty way split, though realistically there should be far more than enough loot here for everyone to take as much home as they can carry, and I will charge some of these guys a pretty high percentage cut if they want to use me as a fence >Tam and the LT step up and identify the old man as an Eldar in disguise, while also implying he is lying about other things as well. I don’t know if anyone is buying that since most were highly suspicious ever since they found out we are going to the Godwinson ruins, but like I said, possibly not a big deal depending on how much loot we find. >The old man who is supposedly an Eldar in disguise just disappears and five other old guys appear in his place
>>98904114(2/2)>The LT admits to them why we are here and also says he wants to send the money back to his family to save their farm. I kind of figured it would take something boring like that to get the LT to break the rules in such a spectacular manner >One of the old men says the ruins aren’t safe. Yeah no shit, that is why we have guns>Another old man says it is okay to take a sum, as long as it is not for the purposes of “greed”. Well that is just about the dumbest statement I have heard in a while. Whether a certain amount of wealth is “fair” or “greedy” is very subjective. Which is why I don’t believe in fairness. Hopefully it is “fair” for me to take as least as much as the LT gets to take.>Tam picks up some Tzeentchi cultists and “something else” with her psyker powers, which ends up being a Daemon Knight>A bit of a schism occurs as some soldiers seem to want in, and some look like they will back Felis if she opposes the looting>But then the ground starts shaking and everyone temporarily puts aside their differences and flees to nearby ruins of a grist mill >As I watch the corrupt Knight lurk outside, I also notice the heavy fog as parted in places and the moon is unusually large and green >Huh, that is mildly interesting
>>98897976>>98901246>>98903447>Be Strigoika, Chosen of the Blood Drinker, Senior Member of the Dracule Coven of the Cult of Thirty Faces>The moon turns green >The veil between worlds greatly weakens >It is Geheimnistag!>I can feel power of the Warp flow through my forces, invigorating them with dark energies >Even the least of our fodder like the zombies and the succubi cultists have their strength and speed and durability enhanced, but for our more powerful members, the effects are far more striking >Our psykers working at their ritual sites in the crypts beneath the city unleash their unholy powers >Armies of skeletons and ghosts and oversized vermin like bats, rats, and spiders pour out of the crypts >The dead of both sides rise again to fight for us >A dozen hulking flesh golems lumber from Dimitar’s lair, and strange lightning emits from his tower, animating every gargoyle and statue it touches with daemonic energies >Antanasia works her magic, and some of the enemy elite, including two of their Armigers, turn into freakish spawn made of large breasts, flailing tentacle dicks, and moist orifices, and attack their former comrades >Some of the Red Devils, Succubi, Zombies, and Dagonites are transformed into lesser daemons, and some of the larger Spawn we created turn into powerful daemon engines >Havoc spreads across the city, even the enhanced mind control powers of the Khrave will not be enough now, and if it is, the losses will be enormous on both sides, and the Khorne at least will be pleased
>>98891265>>98893551>>98901464>>98903199>Be Glysielle the Succubus >I am in a good mood >Tengu declares that Felixa won the “most elaborate kill” competition, even though she didn’t kill most of her victims >Tsvetana gets pouty and leaves to prowl the road with her forces >I enter the castle with my half of the war band and we set about making ourselves at home>I can sense the presence of a daemonette and her toy somewhere, and a mind filled with drug-induced fog, but I leave them alone for now >We also leave the corpses slain by Felixa and Jason where they fell, art is art after all >But I relocate the captured woman and some tools up from the dungeon and bring them to chapel where the other two prisoners remain bound >The fog parts briefly, and I see the moon has turned green and I feel my powers surge >It is Geheimnistag! >We should celebrate! >With a feast!>A feast of flesh!>I place my hand over the heads of each of the three bound captives >Unusual sexual tendencies already lurk in each of their minds, I inflame those passions until their is nothing else left in their skulls >I get the three to prostate themselves before the shrine in the chapel, their rears pointed in the air, before the disappointed statue of the “God-Emperor’ in front of them, and the three lines of beastmen forming behind them >Mad howls of pleasure soon fill the air, and the corruption irradiating from the impromptu orgy causes the statue of the “God-Emperor” to slowly morph into a statue of Slaanesh >Happy Geheimnistag my goddess
>>98899976>>98903292>Be Lord Inquisitor Wilbraham van Tarsing>"well when you put it like that, it be rude of this old man to say no, eh?">Ah, very good>I lead him back to the room>Where my acolytes have set up my laboratory>"the tome of Lord Inquisitor M32 Belmoth: the danger and threat of the Khrave">The Khrave>That is a possibility >A lead at least>Such beings were hard to exterminate >If they are around>We must muster additional troops for what is to come"Do you have the samples? Good.">I get to work>I put some beakers in a centrifuge >Then I swirl about an Erlenmeyer flask>My underlings do the same with the other samples>I add a few pipettes of chemicals to trace whatever did this>Then I use ebulliometer to make certain it doesn't boil>Some other glassware later I have what I want>I examine two samples under the microscope>But of course"I do think there is a Khrave is here, probably trying to make a colony, hiding among the populace. But that's not all, there is another creature here, native to Necromunda or adjacent systems. A detestable mutant known as a Vampire, or Vampyre, the spelling isn't standardized.">I pace around a bit>Obviously I am going to need to chose between chasing after one or the other>Besides, I think there's a creature of the warp that also shares that name>But I know enough>Suspicions have been confirmed>Planning is over>It is time to act
>>98894166>Be Count Wladislaus von Carrenstein zu Drachenhof>Aahhhhhh>Geheimnistag>Es ist zeit>The barrier between ze warp und realspace is weak >Which means I can preform ze great ritual>Tonight>We shall feast>My minions both of flesh and bone shall rise>Renfield, my mortal footman has gathered enough for me to proceed>The mortal thralls shall be fed to awaken the lesser vampires>And the sacrifice shall empower me to raise anew legions of bone>A large cemetary in front of mine castle>Centuries in the making>Tonight they shall rise>Und bring unto me dominion of this world>The night has come>Und its wahrer Herr has come to claim it
>>98901480>>98903199>Be Lieutenant Nina, 2nd Happy Ending Regiment >Golly, those seem like two really bad options >I know the “proper” choice would be to seek out death in battle, but I really don’t want to die >And the whole eternity of unimaginable debasement thing is to terrifying to even contemplate >The other option sounds bad, but not as bad >It does sound like a trap though, because it would mean willingly making myself a slave of pure evil >Is the castle really overrun, have my soldiers really fled? >For all I know, they could still be partying in the main hall, though the music has gone rather quiet >The truth is though that I am a coward and everyone knows it >All my life I have let others bully me onto the path they wanted me to take since the alternatives were usually far more scary >I sigh in defeat “Option 2" "please”
>>98904114>>98903988>>98902798>>98900989>>98898898>be Nurse Felis>...>as the literal wardog hunts elsewhere im so pissed i could fire meltas from my gaze>one of the old UNLICENCED PSYKERS opens a hidden pathway in the tower that leads into the lower mazes of the under city"i dont fething think so.">i grab Lt Tom and spin him around as i crack him once across the jaw before pointing at the "white wizard""you. shut up. nobody is doing anything until i say my peace or so help me i will inject you with so many muscle relaxants your old ass bowels will slip out of your pearly white robes!">i grab Lt Tom off the ground as i glare into his eyes"you fething lying idiot...">i am going to strangle him>i expected this from McPurr, hell most of the Roughnecks and replacement felinids we got from Pacifica would do the same>but bringing the whiteshields?"I don't like you, Thomas. Ever since I did that paternity test for you, I've held my tongue about you bringing Tam and Lil Tom on your suicide missions because Lord Commissar Kate said having a psyker backing you up would improve mission success, and Lil Tom would follow you anywhere...but dragging your own daughter and nephew to go looting in an abandoned ruin? you could have left them at the archive, safe and sound, only risked your own neck and those of the gaggle of lunatics who join your fethed up little thieving recon unit...but no, you decided to risk their lives as well, bringing no backup, no air support, and lying to command about what our objectives are out here. Not to mention what happens if you were found out! YOU THINK THEY WOULDN'T EXECUTE THEM BECAUSE THEY'RE CHILDREN?!?" >I spit out my iho stick as i glare at him1/2
>>98904558"ill help you, because i care about my oath to do no harm but i swear if you ever do something this fething stupid again you wont have to worry about Kate finding out because there will be nothing left of you to find when im done.">i shove him upright as i glare to the rest of the Roughnecks"listen to your Lieutenant, anyone with anti tank or heavy equipment is going to stay with the Valkyire, first sign of trouble or being spot? you fly back to Avalon and get Lord Commissar Kate to bring the calvary. the ONLY reason we're alive right now is because the fog is covering us, moment we lose that, we're chunky salsa." >the green moon glowing down through the fog makes it seem like the shadows are skeletal figures dancing and laughing at us>great some warp bullshittery just what i needed2/2i added the fog to explain why the cohort didnt see a Valkyrie flying overhead and why Gévaudan's Bane is so dangerous even as a single wardog armigeri was hoping to make the fort more maze like but i didnt want to run out of time
>>98897219>>98898956>>98903487(1/2)>Be Prime Scylla, Hydra IX Operative (Disguised as Primrosa Von Hansburg, Countess of Mineshire, an identical sister of Priscilla) >My purpose on this world is multi-faceted, as is the way of the servants of the hydra >The first is to monitor the level of success achieved by Skullorex, Afina, and the other Masked Men and Women >HYDRA IX usually prefers to work in the shadows, but sometimes a distraction is needed, and what better distraction than the ability to conjure up a full fledged Chaos cult uprising/daemon outbreak on demand >We have been refining our techniques for years, and the results keep getting better and better >At this rate we won’t need to manipulate the armies of others into doing our bidding, we can just create armies of our own on the spot >Secondly, there have been recent rumors of powerful artifacts hidden on this world, and HYDRA IX always loves powerful artifacts >And thirdly, Kronerberg remains a thorn in the side of any attempts to form a partnership between HYDRA IX and the Galmonites, if the opportunity arises to kill, harm, or humiliate him, we should take it >And fourthly, well, there are personal reasons it is advantageous for me to be on this world, since yet again Original Priscilla is here, and are paths are far more likely to cross than last time >It is easy enough to gain access to the feast that marks the start of the Trials >I visit this world frequently in the form of Primrosa, a diplomat of House Hansburg, and I am always treated as an honored guest here >I spend a while wandering the feast, picking up all sorts of information with my ears and my telepathic abilities >It seems the planet is effectively leaderless for now, all the better for the plans of Skullorex and his kind >And look who it is >Original Priscilla herself, chatting with some minor nobles, in far too good a mood given her history of humiliations and failures >Time to go rain on her parade
>>98904585(2/2)>I know everything there is to know about Priscilla up until a few years ago, when I was created from her >And I also have full access to Primrosa’s memories. She is currently in stasis in a secure location. When I no longer need to be disguised as her, she will be released, none the wiser, and with some heavily edited memories from my mind implanted in hers so she knows what she has supposedly been doing while she was in stasis. It is an almost flawless system that has worked on many occasions >Between these two sets of memories, and Primrosa’s much higher social status than hers, I can no doubt led the conversation in uncomfortable directions >As to why I want to do this, even I am not sure, maybe something about the fact she has not yet accepted the Glory of Chaos bothers me more than it should
>>98897070>>98902712>Be Sub-Commander Yanna, IVth Iconoclast Cohort >My men search the ruins of Godwinson for the tombs of the Knights >Wait, they buried the dead Knight-pilots in their Knights?>Well that just seems wasteful >There have been scattered reports of men going missing and sightings of a “Wolf-Knight” prowling the ruins, but Kronerberg does not seem concerned. Compared to previous ventures, our losses are well within acceptable margins >The Iconoclast Cohort soldiers perform their searches with respectable efficiency >Most were former Guard and PDF after all, and although many have developed at least one form of mental illness, some have also developed minor psyker abilities, including a few telepaths who can implant the knowledge of proper tactics into the minds of the least experienced, and mentally control the minds of the most unstable >We eventually find the buried Knights in a large cemetery on the edge of the city ruins >I watch as Kronerberg uses the vials to raise the two Knights from the dead >Powerful magic >Far beyond my abilities, but perhaps one day... >And then I feel my powers increase >The fog parts, and I glimpse the green moon in the sky >It is Geheimnistag, or All Saint’s Day, or Halloween, or many other names >But it is the night when the veil between worlds is at its thinnest, and the powers of a psyker are at their strongest >And there are few places within the Imperium where the veil is as already thin as it is on Sevenboroughs >I am practically glowing with unholy power >I wonder if I will get an opportunity to use it?
>>98903447>>98904172>Be Count Orlok>The march and crusade continues>My brother and his armiger companions wrecking havoc amongst newly emerging massive beasts and mechanical horrors >I feel the connection between myself and him grow stronger >The glory of the Emperor flowing through his veins and into The Impaler of Wallachia>Its shock lance impaling into the enemy as its shield absorbs fire>The warglaives hunt with chainsword and melta>all whilst Helverines open fire with autocannon and missile>Nagel Und Hammer impale heretics and abominable creatures with nails and bash them with hammers>the peasantry adorn their pikes with the enemy screaming chants to the God Emperor>Francine and Henrike have left my side to engage the enemy>impaling and laughing>I fire my bolt pistol continuously making sure to reload when I must>I will admit the desire to bite into the flesh of my enemies and drain the blood is growing more>Such succulent things >maybe I might try eating the brains as well >Be Khrave Rootmind Nosferatu >Yes>Sure you can throw whatever you like followers of Chaos >But you matter little>We Khrave are old beings, we remember when you were stuck in your little corner of the Immaterium >Before the War in Heavem>Ah those were times >feasting on those the Ctan had not killed>the fleet slowly grows closer to the world>We must however make sure we can spread to the other knight houses >so Jacob best hurry, I left a piece of myself in him>Once he retrieves the woman he shall spread my influence onto her>Be Jacob the Großhammer>the pumpkin heads all lay dead again>smashed under my hammer>I look to the lycan's corpse and pull out the large nail>smashing its head with my hammer just to be sure>I must complete my objective>So I leave the basement and start to go after the noble>following wheel tracks that were made in a rush>I shall complete my mission>As The Emperor demands
>>98903487>>98903243>be Scion Míngmò>as we come aboard the Starbound Sovereign the pink lotus takes this moment to "harvest" some new pork for their customers>all over the ship crew go missing and other's are led with watering mouths to a place they will never leave>just as well, everyone deserves a treat on Geheimnistag>we arrive in the lower decks, a place that seemingly is now devoid of its former inhabitants>oh there are still thousands but so much space to stretch your legs is almost unheard of this low below>amusing, i suppose that in his shortsighted way, the Rogue Trader removed one of the walls that would have halted our progression>his reasons do not matter, my goal is my perfect host and he lies near the top of this ship>an ache in my spirit sounds out as i realize this ship is lined with with blackstone>and the sprinklers start pouring soapy water>also several doors shut as it appears they are intent are depressurizing us into the void>the sort of petty acts of resolving a problem one takes when you have only ever been tested as one holding all the cards>im going to delight in humbling this dynasty>i raise my staff as vermin begin crawling from every corner they have hidden in aboard this ship>there is always vermin, rats, insects, the sort of thing that exists to consume life and be consumed in turn lest there be nothing for the lower decks to eat save each other and the slop they can lick from pipes>and i gesture to behind me>the vermin hurry through the metal grates and hidden rusted holes, any place they can fit>with the madness of the warp overtaking them they throw themselves by their thousands upon thousands into the gears, biting wires even as they roast and spark, gathering in their numbers to push down cooling pipes as they drown themselves>as the doors to the void blare in protest i turn my attention back to the shut doors in front of us rather than behind1/2
>>98902712>be Kronerberg "The Deranged", loyal scion and Lord Galmon's greatest warp sorcerer>be at the Godwinson mausoleum, conducting one last ritual!>the fog has cleared and the world's moon is high in the night sky!>the moon has even turned a most ghastly green!>oh how fitting for what is to come!>now then for the ritual!>the slaves are arrayed in a circle around the mausoleum>their necks are slit, and their blood pools on the ground>the runes that were once chalk, are now blood!>I lead my subordinate sorcerers in the incantation!>the incantations begin to glow with the energy of the warp>as it is completed>the sealed tombs are knocked open!>and from them rise the shambling and mummified corpses of Godwinson!>their lifeless husks given over as vessels for the denizens of the warp!>lesser ones yes, but warp possessed nonetheless>yes! this is going soo very well!"Come my army of the damned! We march on to take this world in the name of the Dark Gods!">the zombies just growl>to be expected...>but they obey me, I am a servant of the dark gods after all
>>98897385>>98902352>Be Baronne-Capitaine Claire D;Or, Francs-Tireurs >How magnifique!>I can tell from Paige’s expression she knows exactly what I really mean and is excited by the prospect! >Paige points to a nearby building, but in her excitement she switches to talking in her native langue instead of High Gothique >And then she kisses my hand and I get very, very red >Maybe this is going to fast, I have never even had a true kiss before >Paige all but drags me into the building’s lobby, but then she grows very pale >What did I do wrong? >Did she sense my hesitation? >Oh non, I always ruin things, bad Claire, bad bad Claire >Paige says more things in her native tongue, slaps a few coins onto the front desk, and then flees back outside >This is bad, tres tres bad >Should I try and follow her?>Wait, I am her bodyguard, I am supposed to follow her >I run outside, but am then distracted by the sight of the moon turning green >It also seems much lower in the sky than just minutes before >And the streets seem much emptier >And it is much darker, like all the street lamps became dimmer soudainement >And there is a feeling of fear and evil in the air >Like on Pershah Gulf >This is bad >Tres tres bad >I did not like what happened to me on Pershah Gulf, and I want to back inside and hide >But the belle Paige needs her bodyguard now more than ever >I run off towards the big castle, hoping that is the direction she went
>>98904659>thousands of poor menials bang uselessly against them hoping for some miracle>it comes but not from their corpse god, but from mine>the heavy cage is pulled to the center of the decking like its being unloaded by 4 of my husbands as they croak and ribbit as i move to the container>when i first claimed the now-repurposed Hive ship, Eden Insecta i found so many wonders the hive mind created>most were dead>those that weren't put up quite the troublesome fight during the rebuilding by the iron warriors>but one i kept alive>because i was curious how long separated from its hive mind it would take to turn it towards the plague father>turns out i didn't need to wait long, they are insects same as any other, once they are removed from their overarching intelligence>a gift i will delight in giving them in the future>but for now i need something that will tear down anything in its way, something that cannot be halted by blackstone>the cage opens as countless worms and tongue shoot forward grasping and pulling the menial souls in front of it into its waiting maw>the lucky are digested quickly, the unlucky cut with pieces of rusty metal they kept on their person and find how more painful melting to death is>the hulking beast pushes forward blindly as the metal meant to contain us bends as my beautiful Haruspox reveals itself to the world>the alarms are far louder now>i turn to my chosen entomologists as the beast blindly follows the smell of fresh meat wherever it is gathered in its largest quantity>seemingly a large holding field of equine creatures it now seeks to consume freely"This is where we depart, my fellow scientists; spread anyway you wish, together, apart, up or down, guardsmen, navymen, or menials; perform your final experiments to your clogged hearts' content.">i look upwards towards the cargo lifter up from the lower scum quarters"My husbands and i have a reunion to attend to"2/2
>>98903988>>98904099>Be Farseer Isendavar>That was trivial>A short trip into the depths of house Magdalen and I found it>Three of the seven>Time for a short break>I go via the Exodite webway gates>Curumo and co. can handle themselves>If they can herd the cats >Unlikely>But they have served their purpose>And that is all that matters>I whistle to myself as I step out under Grogwarts>Headmaster Wumblesnore awaits me>He acknowledges my wisdom and experience by bowing his head>Then we go up the hall>All of the student body and faculty is in attendance>I take my stand at the lectern"Now then, it is my pleasure to stand here once more, amongst such bright and diligent students. Now then, can any of you guess what I am?">You have seen the 'Lemurians' before>But I made certain the curriculum teaches that Eldar are friends, not enemies>A few wrong guesses>And finally, a right answer"Correct, 90 points to Gryphongore!">Enough to win the house cup>Normally this would be blatant favouritism>But I know certain professors will just cheat>So I cheat as well>I always cheat>I then prepare my special>Once in a century lecture>All about the how and why>Tips and trics>Dip your feathers and scribble in your notebooks>Schools in session>And Professor Isendavar is teaching>I expect an essay on my desk by tomorrow
>>98904659>>98903487>>98897219>be Spencer"This is Alpharius, contact code Hydra Bravo Excelsior Alpha Radio. Mission complete: Imperial Guardsmen munitions dump has had coordinates swapped with Tyranid hive structure coordinates. Basilisks are commencing bombardment. Stalemate achieved.">i watch the old man's helmet pictrecords as i look for any sign of me>none>no leads yet>hundreds of years of combat, missions that shifted the sector's battlefronts, stalled out campaigns by decades and billions of lives>no sign of my abduction>i didn't expect to see the old man actually recruit me but still id figure id have a mission or something to give me a time scale>earliest mission log I'm a part of is the disaster on Happy Ending>before that?>its all redirection, mislabeled and out of order stored logs on missions the Sect pulled over the years>ive compared them to the logs we got from Roshi but its only made it more confusing>some of these missions are in early M40 which would have made the old man over 2000 years old>which is borderline impossible, Space marines aren't made to last that long, even the non chaos Fallen only persist because they were thrown through time>and if WAS that old why he end up dying saving that salamander when he was able to face whatever the fuck that custom tyrranid on Chyna Secundus was>ugh, i need a break>this is probably ive gone in my life without someone coming to bother me>i step out to find a note from Priscilla"gone down to feast, will try to not get kidnapped again. Roshi gone also, dont know where. -P" >they both left?>without the space marine bodyguard?>TO A DEATHWORLD.>i grab my bolter and barely get a step before alarms start blaring"CHAOS INCURRSION ON LOWER DECK!">im moving before the word "CHAOS"1/3
>>98905071>if both of them arnt here then i have no real loyalty to sticking around but if its HYRDA IX or Galmon they might just try to have the Starbound Sovereign dump its disturbingly large amount of exterminatus weapontry onto the world below>nukes, an empty virus bomb container, squat made orbital bombardments>it be a massacre and i can't let that happen>most crew mates who hear me stomping forward are smart enough to get out of the way>i almost turn one of the Jokaero into a red mist but i managed to toss him up onto the ceiling to hang there instead>i dont need the techno monkeys nursing a grudge if we're using this ship for a return trip>i explode onto the main deck"sit rep, now">Bannerman's....grand..great grand...>THE CURRENT CAPTAIN>is trying to get an understanding of what were dealing with here>its a shit show, basically a full cultist uprising somehow just appeared and has spread in all directions>sewer treatment has become a breeding ground for flies and dung insects that explode when killed, while flinging flaming shit balls the beetles roll and the flies drop like mini dive bombers>the engine room is being attacked by several breeds of giant centipedes that crawl into corpses and raise them from the dead, even decapitation doesn't stop them as the centipede will just poke its head out and keep driving the body>the ogryns work gangs are keeping them mostly contained >the "horse fields" are being torn to pieces as something i can describe as a "nurgle tyrranid" is eating everything it can get its tenticles on while regrowing any damage so long as it can consume more flesh to repair itself>and the squat forges are barely holding on as "plague marine centuars" are stomping through most resistance as most of the engineer and their best guards are on world trying to find a lost hold>all in all?>shit's fucked>but i know those "plague taurs">she's here2/3
>>98905083>which means the only way to slow the advance to give her what she wants and meet her head on so they can't breach crew quarters>if they turn most of the crew there be no way to stop this"im heading for the squat forges, focus on getting a way to empty the sewer treatment, find a way to reinforce the engines and have whoever this ships excuse for a preacher is, get off his pasty ass and look through your lord's "museum of looted shit" and find some holy relic or something. Ill buy you time">even if we find something its only going to balance the scales not blow them to our side>im a chaos space marine, i know its Geheimnistag. we're lucky we dont have nurglings busting out through the toilet systems with how thin the veil is>whatever happens im not going to make it easy for that bug bitch>i owe her for getting us stuck in Yule Harbor3/3
>>98903487>>98904659>>98905071>Be Urist Dragonforge>Karl and his followers are off to find our lost kin>I stayed with them for a while>But I had work to do in the factory>Indeed, my projects are of much importance>The guild and I have been in communication>Howgill is coming along nicely>In due time I shall return>Spending me whitebeard years building ships seems like a good retirement>Aye, and spending time practising on this ship will help>Then the alarm goes off>What?>I get on the vox>Daemonic boarding party?!>Nurglites?>RUST VIRUS>OOOOHHHHHHH YOU FILTHY UMGI WILL PAY FOR THAT>The Lord Admiral has seen fit to depressurize the lower decks>I look to the voidsuits>And the flamers I had made for it>Originally they were supposed to be welding tools>But now their perfect for what is to come>Me and my fellow squats put on our suits>And depressurize our levels as well>I grab a flamer"With me, we'll show those dum-tainted umgi the fury of the squats, with me! Khazukan Khazakit ha!">Be Lord Admiral Henry Ponsonby-Bannerman>Why on earth is it going to the horsefields?>The majority of them are still planetside>Affixed to his massive carraige>Then that Space Marine barges in here>"im heading for the squat forges, focus on getting a way to empty the sewer treatment, find a way to reinforce the engines and have whoever this ships excuse for a preacher is, get off his pasty ass and look through your lord's "museum of looted shit" and find some holy relic or something. Ill buy you time">Very well>I call in Whitmore>Who sends his servants to the museum>Oh well"Hey, power armour forms a seal right? because the squats have decided to depressurize the hold as well.">And I am about to depressurize the lower decks as well>Plague or not>Tyranid or not>Air is still air>A good chunk of them are already grasping for it>And if that doesn't work>The navy playblook still has some tricks up its sleeve
>>98885976>>98898956>>98902352>>98903487>>98904585(1/2)>Be Skullorex Ebonsoul, Emissary of the Many-Headed Serpent, Bringer of Eternal Darkness“The witching hour of Geheimnistag is upon us!”“Our power will spread across this world, and this world will be trapped in Geheimnistag forever more”>This is the largest ritual conversion we have attempted thus far, but now that the veil is at its weakest, perhaps anything is now possible >Thousands of new recruits have been drawn to the ritual site. With our enhanced powers, we can easily identify those minds who are most obsessed with death, whose hearts are most filled with lust for sex, power, or unnatural appetites, those most curious about the forbidden and the forgotten, and those most driven to kill and hunt. And we can just as easily lure them from their beds, bars, and night shifts, and shield their minds from any unwelcome thoughts like why they feel the need to join a party in the crypts they have never heard of before, and why some of the other guests have such realistic costumes >The new recruits are given masks appropriate to their true souls, and mingle and dance with other new recruits, those already transformed into madmen, mutants, psykers, and daemons, and those created by the transformed, like undead, constructs, and mind-controlled beasts and people >The air crackles with mad energy, and more than a few dark deeds are done by those who cannot hold their unholy appetites in check for a moment longer>People and monsters of all shapes and sizes freely mingle, dance, feast, jest, and play festive games in the great crypt hall >A cemetery celebration. A literal Monster Masquerade! >I tell the story of the origins of Geheimnistag again, though many here have now heard me speak it many times >At the end of the story, I unleash my dark powers on a scale I have never achieved before
>>98905105(2/2)>Those present who have yet to transform are transformed, and those already transformed see their powers and abilities enhanced >On the surface, in the streets of Avalon, its houses, and even in the feasting hall of the High King, the lights dim, the fog grows thick, and a feeling of fear and oppression begins to affect all >Our vanguard are ghosts, rats, spiders, and bats, scurrying about anywhere and everywhere, spreading fear and dismay >After them come waves upon waves of the transformed >Thousands upon thousands >All thirty Faces represented, even the rarest and most powerful >Many dance in the streets, others break into houses and buildings to slay, to infect, to alter, or to corrupt, depending on their nature >Ghosts of Knights long dead duel each other in the streets, or duel the ghosts of long dead monsters >The city gates are thrown open, and many flee into the surrounding mountains and forests >It is Geheimnistag bitches! >Let there be Chaos without end!
>>98903199>>98904356>Be Daemonette Diane >Nina picks option 2 >Excellent news!>Now I have a spare body in case I need it >I could have simply forced her to become my slave, but it is nice to know there are a few people in the Galaxy I can manipulate without using my powers >And who knows, if she survives six days, maybe I will send her to Happy Ending >I have plenty of friends there that will enjoy her company>Hmm, what to do first >I suppose I will honor my word to Nina and help get her surviving troops out of here >Not that I need to, I just find lying to be sloppy >Luckily that can be easily arranged with a visit to the leader of the new occupants of this castle, which would have been my next step regardless >But first, Nina needs to look the part of Slaaneshi fuck-slave >A few words of power, a couple of hand gestures >And Nina is now clad in nothing but thigh high high heels, with her arms bound behind her back, a few special piercings added, and a collar around her next with me holding the chain, oh, and I let her keep her glasses >I could have disguised her as an acolyte or even a sorceress, but for this next bit I don’t want her talking, or running away >No doubt she is thinking she made a bad choice, which she did, but I didn’t lie, her alternatives weren’t great either >We leave the library and enter the courtyard, where her headless companion still lies near the guillotine and a large green moon looms in the sky >How interesting >I know what day it is of course, but it manifests itself differently on different worlds >The manifestation is clearly stronger on this world than most others however >I led Nina to the chapel, where a rather boisterous celebration is taking place>The energies of Slaanesh are thick in the air, and despite my dislike for noise and commotion, I feel strangely at home >I doubt Nina feels that way though >The leader of the chapel occupants approaches me
>>98902352>>98904666>>98899312>>98898956>be Sir Duke Wenceslaus I>as we mount our knights the moon turns green and the sound of shrieks fills the air>ghostly frames tear into houses >curse my mind how could i forget Geheimnistag!>Boleslaus seems to realize this too as he snarls mounting his "Crown's Burden" as i connect to the throne of The Good King"AVALON IS UNDER ATTACK!">he raises a good point, if we leave the Fortress city would be abandoned to the knights already here, those who have yet to awaken the knight's spirits to fury as we have"then stay, lead and protect our people as a duke should. I will take those with me to go bring House Drăcule to its senses""you would deny me the first trial...""i deny you nothing, i beg you to do as you have done until now brother. to bare the burden, father and I placed on your head and protect Avalon until our return.">i raise my knight's chainblade to his"you are my Duke, brother, i cannot ride out if you do not give your knights permission">Be Sir Duke Boleslaus I>damn him>damn him for always being so perfect>i press the thunderstrike gauntlet of my Knight Preceptor to his chest"your duke grants you four knights, the rest are to defend Avalon until death." >he goes to speak"Lancelot, Jeremy, Richard, and James. escort my brother to house Drăcule, fail and your honor is forfeit">he would have chosen those three anyways, they have no understanding of decorum, as likely to damage the city as the enemy>the rest form up into a lance position as we charge forward"Rēduite! Prō trītā abalona, prō dēō imperātōre uirōrum! Prō terminō terrārum!" (CHARGE! FOR HOUSE AVALON, FOR THE GOD EMPEROR OF MANKIND! FOR THE WORLD'S ENDING!)>the six knights charge as warhorns and alarms resound through the air calling all nobles, guards, and peasants to their duty>we will rout this evil and bring the morrow an end of Geheimnistag's evil>I SWEAR THIS>FOR I AM DUKE OF AVALON!
>>98905138diane continued>A minor daemonette in the form of a succubus, a shape I myself often take, including now>The daemonette is a servant of Erotomortia, whom my own masters are on good terms with >We quickly arrange for a motor vehicle to be left abandoned near the fleeing soldiers, allowing them an avenue of potential escape >Getting information on the motives and goals of her masters are harder though. They seem to be simply to use the thinning of the veil to create as much havoc as possible. But I do learn there are two Tzeentchian factions on this world, and at least two other Slaaneshi factions aside from her own >Hmm, no doubt one of those factions will try to contact me soon enough, few are as knowledgeable as the servants of the Cultural Exchange>Content with this knowledge, I lead Nina back to the quietness of the library >If I am going to be spending some time on this world, I might as well learn everything I can about it
>>98905105>>98905142forgot to properly tagalso happy halloween anons
>>98904291>>98904558>>98903988>>98904114>>98904662>Be Count Wladislaus von Carrenstein zu Drachenhof>My undead host is ready>Minions both skeletal and vampiric stand ready>Wunderschön>I don't know where ze Herr Inquisitor went >But all ze better>Geheimnistag ist da>My power waxes as it does>And my plan can to begin the next stage>Chaos seems focused on raising the dead>Ze Ritter in particular>Zhat matters little>I use my own powers to raise even more of the dead>I am here for one thing>And one thing only>Ze kronjuwelen of haus Gottwinson>And I shall brook no opposition in that
>Be Field Marshall Fergus McArthain>Travellin through the Hielands>Ealasaid wi me>I like it here>It feels like hame>Twixt the glen, the heather, an the muir>We ken the local clans>An I ettle tae use it tae ma ain advantage>Bannerman kens wha tae send whaur>Thank the god-emperor he keepit that 007 chiel at his side>Or else he'll gang efter Ealasaid next>Nae thank ye, spy>But ye're still a spy>I keppit mind tae shun the main road>The predators that bide here dinna bide awa frae the traffic>They're drawn tae it>But we should be about there>As the yett o Clan Findláech opens>Claudius Findláech's a dowie wee shite>But that maiters little>If no him, then I'll hae a word wi some ither clan member>Be Ealasaid McArthain, the Countess Westmuir>Oh yes it does remind me of home as well>Admittedly I am not as much an outdoors person as my dear papa>But dinnae say that I'm no ma faither's dochter >The last man wha tried fair found oot >When I belted that cunt richt in the ee >Aye, Sevenboroughs >A bonnie place >Whaur some peasant sayin "A wizard did it" >Isnae as suspicious as it soonds >I adjust my riding coat a wee bit>If I remember correctly the Findláech's can be a bit erratic in temperament>So I am keeping extra vigilant>I smile as I see the troops papa has allotted me>Darling boys, each and every one of them>Honest Hieland laddies
>>98903487>>98904585>>98905105>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman >Oh what is it now?>The ship has been boarded?>A Nurglite infestation?>And all this of Geheimnistag>Bloody hell>I down two sherries>Apparantly there a bunch of people who want to meet with me>Bugger off, I'm too stressed>As a matter of fact I am withdrawing to my coach>Countess Mineshire can wait until tomorrow>Or whoever she is>Henry, Urist, and Spencer>I believe his name is Spencer>Not a very talkative chap>Can handle it on their own>If not I'll have to take measures into my own hands>And ask Thrungrimm for a favour>A big one>I withdraw to my state coach>To where my gallery of ancestors is located>If memory serves, this should be the place and time>And indeed it is''Painted emblems of a race,''''All lordlings in days of yore,''''Each from his accustomed place''''Steps into the world once more.''>From each portrait, my ghostly ancestors step forth''Rogue Trader Lord Bannerman,''''Latest of our blessed line,''''Up upon the oaken floor''''Up with those knees of thine''''Brilliant, braveheart, winner, thinker,''''Thoroughberd, hard man, thinker, dreamer,''''Keep upon thy course of greed,''''Lest the Queen of Spectre-land''''Set on thee her grisly hand!''>And then she step forth''Beware! beware! beware!''>So she exclaims>As is custom, I ask in rhyme>Even if I already the answer''Gaunt vision, who art thou''''That thus, with icy glare''''And stern relentless brow,''''Appearest, who knows how?''>She answers in kind''I am the wraith of Lady Elizabeth Ponsonby-Bannerman, long since passed,''''I drift to thee, O kinsman true, for thy deeds have cast a light so vast.''>Ah excellent>The rhyming nonsense is over now>And all of my ancestors stand around me now>There's papa>And there's Granduncle Elsdon>Great-Grandpa Osmond>Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandpa Meredith(1/2)
>>98905515>And of course, the most formidable woman to have ever held command of the Ponsonby-Bannerman's>Lady Elizabeth>Good Queen Bess who wrested away control of the church for our own ends>Queen Bess who succesfully defeated four armada's with a smaller fleet>Blessed Bess whose example all Ponsonby-Bannerman's should follower"Are you done gawking dear boy or shall we confer">Oh, yes"Apologies mam, I can't help but notice one figure is missing amongst your most illustrious company.">The Spectres answer one by one"He shall come soon.""He doesn't like being pressed.""Sevenboroughs holds sentimental value for him">And where is-"We do not speak of her.""She was a disgrace to our name""Utter not the name of that woman here">I look around>To the burnt out portrait of Lady Margaret>So that's where that went>Even our ancestors didn't like her it seems>Ah well>I'll just await William then(2/2)
>>98904642>>98905142>Be Lord Vladimir Drăcule, younger brother of Count Orlok but public face of the House>Unlike my older brother I was not born deformed>I never let myself be blind to this privilege and so I helped my brother however I could>in return he helped make me the man I am>I impale a foul daemon engine with The Impaler of Wallachia's shock lance >Warglaives piloted by my offspring join me in the melee>an alert notification pops up after being ignored for so long>The Tournament is to begin and representatives are to come>another one reads that the House of Avalon is coming to drag us to it>I do wonder if they've put 2 and 2 together to figure out why we called a crusade>and why Orlok and myself consider it more of a priority then doing High King trials>Oh well, I suppose they'll have to speak with my brother about it>Be Khrave Rootmind Nosferatu >Fascinating Vladimir>Some of the Avalonians are coming?>A chance to spread the Roots further >Conquer another House and bring more guns against all who would oppose us>Plus I wonder what the memories of The Avalonians taste like>House Drăcule's are meaty, seasoned by the cruelty of the House and its close ties to the Fanatics of Nagel Und Hammer>So these men of Noblety and chivalry shall be a fascinating change to the pallet we've gotten used to>hmm I wonder what that Count Wladislaus is up to>Never got the chance to take a root around in that mind of his >As he is a Drachenhof I believe he is somewhat related to the House of Drăcule>I cant keep a good track on Noble lines, it all becomes an incoherent mess at some point>So I never got round to getting him linked up into our Rootmind
>>98904558>>98905201>>98904114>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughneck's">one of the psykers reveals an entrance to a tunnel network>but before I can say anything, Nurse Felis interjects>and then punches me right in the face>and then proceeds to give me the biggest chewing I ever received since boot camp>she also makes here disdain for me known and threatens me>saying she will end me IF I do anything like this again>I want to retort>I want to say that I went look for Tam after she was kidnapped on Chyna Secundus>how it was NOT my choice to be dragged along on a suicide mission on Pershah Gulf!>that I keep Lil' Tom and Tiny Tam by my side so I CAN look after them>that these ruins were supposed to be entirely empty >a simple in and out in a single night, without a shot fired>to claim a treasure, who's owners were long dead>but I hold my tongue>now is NOT the time to get into an argument>especially given that this city is now overrun with the undead >though, she is right that this excursion was poorly thought out.>I will concede that>but we have to get out of here>I look to Tam"Do you think we can trust these psykers? Are they telling the truth?">I am leaning on Tam's ability to read minds to discern weather or not they can be trusted>I owe it to my men to get them out alive...
>>98901246>>98904642(1/2)>Be Caoimhe Dé Danann>This motorized carriage is no Cargo-8 >It looks and drives like a horse-drawn hearse that someone attached a scooter engine to >It is as flimsy as paper, and cannae go more than 20 mph >And I cannae tell if it is an actual hearse, or just more of the Dracule morbidity >And why am I focused on the hearse when the whole city has gone mad?>Folk are out in the street fighting skeletons and ghosts and oversized vermin and all sorts of other things that cannae be real but are >And everything thinks I am an enemy >There are a few under dressed nobles in lingerie and fancy furs that seem to be directing the ghosts and skeletons that attack me because my undershirt is not fancy enough I guess >And then the peasants attack me because they see an almost naked noble in a fancy car and think I am one of the bad nobles >Luckily almost everyone in Dracule uses primitive archaic weapons, so I usually just drive past them >Most of Sevenboroughs has shite weapons and shite technology, unless it is something related to the Knights >That helps prevent revolts I guess, or maybe there just isn’t enough druids on the planet ta oversee the construction of lasguns and data-slates for peasants >I am getting close ta one of the main gates >It will probably be guarded, I may have to get out of the hearse and be sneaky >Maybe steal some clothes >As I turn the corner I see the gate is wide open and no one is guarding it >How strange >Well I want out of this focking city, and this is my best chance to do so, so I push the hearse to its pitiful max speed, and then drive out of the city before my luck changes >(10 minutes of driving later)>The lands around the city of Dracule are really badly maintained >Forest, dirt trails, a few cemeteries and ruins >The green moon hangs low in the sky, perhaps that is the source of all this madness >It is cold, I wish I stole some clothes before I fled the city
>>98906524(2/2)>And scary, all sorts of monsters roam these woods of course, but the feeling of wrongness is far stronger than it should be, even in Dracule lands on Geheimnistag >Everything is quiet, but every small little noise makes me jump or shiver >Come on Caoimhe, you are an Armiger pilot, you have faced death many times >But usually that death was faced while piloting your Armiger>Did something just move in the back of the hearse?
>>98906229>>98905201>>98905105>>98900989>>98904558>be Tiny Tam>i watch as Nurse Felis punches my father and basically yells at him for endangering me and Lil Tom>i want to scream she's wrong but she's very scary at the moment>even when i trained under the inquisition, an organization known for using psykers for daemonhosts and other nightmare situations i didn't feel as terrified of an authority figure as i do about Nurse Felis"Do you think we can trust these psykers? Are they telling the truth?""i dont know...ill try and see if i can sense chaos on them">i hold his hand as i close my eyes and try to gaze through the fog againhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uufrT3JStKI>whatever is going on world, the warp is thrown into total chaos as i grab both my ears"AAAAAARRRGH!">i can barely hear anything as the noise of the warp howls with laughter>one of the psykers, the homeless looking one comes up raising his hand as he holds out a bowl which he lights"b-breathe in this smoke....">i look to Dad and Lil Tom but my eyes are starting to water from the noise as i breath in>the noise fades as a feeling of calm overtakes me>really...>really calm>....>....>im really hungry all of a sudden>hehe>dad is shaking me trying to see if im still hurt"nah....im okay....i think we can trust them...id really love some chocolate right now..ooooh or pancakes...remember those on pacfica prime? mmmmmmm."1/2
>>98906545>be Lil Tom>the feth is going on with Tam?>her eyes are red and glazed as i close in on the "wizard""THE FETH DID YOU DO!?!?">i dig my claws into his coat>he's taller than me but Felinids can be scary when we want to be>plus he shrinks back like crazy as he stammers out something about cleansing the warp surge in her blood steam>the white wizard who had been sort of stunned to silence after Felis's commend about his prostate coughs and gestures to the swarming undead>they are now tearing into each other and the war dog is going crazy>Felis doesn't know what she's talking about, even if i was alone id go after that money"i vote we go after them, at this point waiting around is only going to alert the undead we're here.">we dont vote, but it seemed like the sort of thing to say to remind everyone why we're here>as we head down i stand between Lt Tom and rest of the roughnecks"you dont drag us anywhere...you know she's wrong about that right?">uncle tom is tough sure but he does love Tam, everytime something bad happens with the warp that he cant understand i know it hurts him>plus with Felis talking out her tail about things she doesn't know>...>i just want to make sure he's focused, we still need the thrones, chaos or no chaos2/2
>>98906524>>98903292>>98904253>be Lord Inquisitor Master Roshi Oda Toriko Akirama>while the lad breaks out his science equipment and starts experimenting>i spend some time enjoying the fine company of the gothic sisters of "battling my self loathing">and by enjoying their company i mean ogling their boobs while they fight the urge to shoot mehehe>suddenly the air turns still and the moon green>ah piss is it Geheimnistag?>i gotta start keeping a calendar>well warp shit is gonna happen so hold onto your nuts>true enough the man who came in covered in blood throws his head back, howls like a space wolf with his nuts in a bear trap and starts biting one of the other villagers>i respond by closing the distance and round house kicking his shin back wards"sorry about this, but im gonna have to plum your mind to see what we're dealing with">its not an exact science>and also suspicious as hell, but the risk factor of being on this world just jumped from political clusterfuck on a death world to daemons can actively spawn in your balls if you're not careful>i read into his mind as i see a mass of red spreading out from house Drăcule>well that explains fuck all>i press a little further>a voice is speaking though its hard to tell if its present or past>warp bullshittery, still clue is a clue"My loyal subjects be not afraid, I speak to you all now. I The Emperor of Mankind encourage your crusade to continue, drive out those who would destroy the Imperium and bring us all down to the deepest darkness">deepest darkness>not subtle are you>still i need a name, am i dealing with a daemon, a khrave, a uppity warp phenomena? cmon>i press further and i feel it stare at me>hungry for some of my mind are you?>a trade then, a piece of my mind for your name>an inquistor's mind is quite the tasty treat, cmon>just be careful, its a bit "spicy" once you get your fangs into eh?hehe
>>98904356>>98905138(1/2)>Be Lieutenant Nina, 2nd Happy Ending Regiment >Foul energies swirl, and now I am in high heels with my arms bound behind my back, something shoved in my mouth, a collar around my neck, and piercings in my nipples and clit which are both painful and arousing >I think I just made a mistake >The daemon uses the chain attached to my collar to lead me outside where the moon is ominously large and green, and I can see a beheaded figure near the guillotine in the courtyard. Shit, I think that was Xavier! Maybe all my soldiers have died or fled after all >During my brief training as an officer, I was told not to get too attached to my men, since it is my job to lead them to their deaths, but I guess I never thought I would actually be leading a platoon. I signed up as a quartermaster, and on Pacifica Prime I wasn’t even very good at that, but losses were heavy on Pacifica Prime, and many troops proved themselves to be subpar once the fighting broke out, so I guess the senior officers and the Commissar decided to do some reorganizing and stuck the worse troops and the worst officers together so they won’t drag down the better units. I had hoped they would see units like mine as good for nothing other than rear line duty here on Sevenboroughs, and this garrison mission had seemed easy enough, but perhaps someone knew how dangerous it would be and decided to send someone expendable >I should have just stayed on Happy Ending, and lived the rest of my life in crushing poverty trying to pay interest on my student debts >I sense that something is very wrong happening within the chapel long before we enter it >Something about the place is making me both aroused and terrified, which makes walking along in high heels is starting to become even more difficult >Inside is of course far worse
>>98906746(2/2)>Three lines of androgynous half-man, half-beast creatures wait for their turn to violate the innards of Pam, Xena, and Ian, and even worse, the three of them seem to be enjoying themselves...a lot >My face turns beet red as I try not to imagine what pleasures they are feeling to writhe and moan like that>I then notice the monstrous and lewd statue these acts are being committed in front of>Somehow the statue is even more perverse than the acts being committed before it >My daemon and the other daemon talk for a while, but I have a hard time tearing my attention away from the depravities before me to listen to more than just a few snippets >I think they did arrange for transport for my remaining men out of here, but I didn’t catch the details. But at least one good thing may have come from me stupidly agreeing to be the daemon’s slave >Eventually we return to the castle’s library >But my mind continues to dwell on what I saw in the chapel >The daemon ignores me and starts reading books >For a while, I stand awkwardly in the spot of the room where I was when she dropped my leash to go take books off the shelves, but I eventually decide it is safe to sit down >More than once I contemplate trying to escape, but then I stop, worried I am not contemplating escape because I want to escape, but because I want to be captured and taken to the chapel >I try to pretend I find the thought repulsive, but a certain part of me and the couch I am sitting on keeps getting damper and damper
>>98905515>>98904659>>98905071>>98905102>be Scion Míngmò>The Haruspox finishes whatever it was doing in the stables as i lumbers towards the next largest selection of warm bodies the engineering room>it finally breaks through those nasty ogryns as the lower slums are depressurized completely, air lost as those brave entomologists too engrossed in their work to leave are taken to their final testing by Nurgle himself>less than an hour of Geheimnistag remains>i must make do quickly>the Forge has become a battle ground as crude, ugly, untainted squats use flame spitting devices against my Rot-Tuar husbands>the insects and Rot-taurs are unbothered by the vacuum as the lack of air begins to impact the squats weapons>still time is running out>so i take one of my last cards and throw it into the game>literally, a single seed flies through the void, down, down, down into the mass of waste and detritus>and begins to grow>a most beautiful Feculent Gnarlmaw explodes upwards tearing through several decks as the wise use this as a chance to climb up to higher decks>its size is limited, given the black stone of the ship actively battling against it>this seed was supposed to create a Gnarlmaw the size of a moon, it was a gift from Shreek Swamplord to celebrate the conquest of Ganges III>but needs must>as i turn preparing to order my kin upwards i feel a knife in my thorax>i turn my head with a grin"such a good boy coming to meet his mother...">he pulls the knife free and kicks me off"no kiss hello? that harlot has ruined you.">that gets him angry as he draws his bolter and fires on me but im moving now, tearing my jester costume as i use my insectoid legs to scurry along the now straining forge deck>i need to incapacitate him long enough to finish the ritual to bring us both back to Sevenboroughs>then i can take my time welcoming him to the family>NOTHING CAN STOP CHAOS'S WILL ON GEHEIMNISTAG
>>98906764>>98903430>>98903487>>98906764>be Lady Marie de Antoi'nette Clouseau Poirot de Nicolett>reports of warp phenomena are off the charts and reports flood in Avalon is under attack>c’est honteux d’être eux>i finally have everything ive been searching for, the battle for Sevenborough is far from my immediate concern>plus id lose much and gain little in all truth, anyone with eyes can tell the old agreement will be restored without direct intervention, it serves all parties involved>so why lose good resources for no gain?>im sure the vieux fou would claim its dishonorable but merde on him>i take another swig of Chambertin-Clos de Bèze Grand Cru 31k when Roquejeoffre enters>hmph i had said i didn't want to be disturbed until this matter with the Wrath of Nostre Damus was finished"J'ai intercepté des communications d'urgence d'un vaisseau en orbite sous attaque démoniaque""Et je devrais m'en soucier pourquoi?""parce que c'est le Souverain de Starbound"OHOHOHOHOHOHOHO>i grin ear to ear>then i think on it>...>Ça ne me semble pas correct>Bannerman is about to lose that rust bucket he calls a ship, i should be overjoyed>so why does it feel so sickening>...(1/2)
>>98906816"Ordonnez à nos équipes d'abordage de se rendre à leurs postes de combat et faites demi-tour""déjà fait ma dame Nicolett">already don->i glare at him smirking behind that mask"espèce de prétentieux">i send a message to the captain of the Starbound Soverign"OHOHOHOHOHOHO it seems you poor Praetorians are in need of assistance non?, Ne t'inquiète pas. After all are we not all servants of the Empereur Dieu?">General Scintillan Fusilier Master of Ordnance and Defense of the Royal Nicolett Rogue Trader dynasty Duchesse d’Austerlitz et de Beaumont Duc de Valençay et de Beaufort personally leads her force of Francs-Tiruers as the first boarding pods crash into the afflicted zones as well as several trained Scintillan Fusiliers squads and the most pious of Arch Deacon Camille's preachers to battle the warp influence>they focus on reclaiming the engine room>i want that tyranid mounted (after its blessed and cleansed of all that foulness and if we can't ill buy another stuffed one and paint it green) to remind all future Rogue Traders of Dynastie Nicolett of the time we saved Dynastie Bannerman>i enjoy the view from the captain's throne as i taste the Chambertin-Clos de Bèze Grand Cru 31k again>its back to perfection as i swallow it>i see now>i do want Bannerman to suffer oui but not by playing to chaos's tune>also he WILL have to thank me for this and that thought is like a warm Fenrisian wolf coat around my naked body by the fireplace(2/2)
>>98901464>>98904245>>98905138(1/2)>Be Trooper Becky, 2nd Happy Ending Regiment >It takes far longer than it should, but eventually we reach the main road leading south of Avalon >What is even the point of having a castle to guard a road if it is going to be that far back from the road?>It is dark, no one brought a light, and that big green moon in the sky isn’t providing nearly as much light as it should >Patches of thick fog, glowing slightly green in the moonlight, often conceal thickets of razor sharp bramble >At one point we hear some screams, it sounds like something is causing a lot of pain to Trooper Alice for a very long time >No one even thinks of going back for Alice, or anyone who may still be alive in the castle. We have no weapons, and everyone but me is terrified out of their wits by whatever it was they saw in the castle>Whatever it was, it must have been pretty terrifying>At least some of us saw combat on Pacifica Prime, and that was no cakewalk either>But there is something about this planet, and that big green moon in particular, which just seems to make everything that much scarier>Also, they are drunk, and probably a few are high, which may have altered their perception of what they saw >And then we reach the main road>There is a basic model four wheel open top Munitorum truck on the road, one of many that was lend to our regiment for the deployment to Sevenboroughs>Engine still on, lights still running >It is strange for it to be on its own, we have orders to always travel in convoys, usually many trucks together, and sometimes even a few fighting vehicles>On the far side of the truck, a woman in our regiment’s winter gear, but without pants, lies on the road with two thick arrows sticking out of her back>She is clearly dead, and I decide not to get closer to confirm my suspicions as to why she has no pants>None of the other four survivors still with me seem to have any hesitation in terms of climbing into the truck
>>98906545>>98906548>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughneck's">Tam nods"i dont know...ill try and see if i can sense chaos on them">as she closes her eyes and in concentration, attempting to "tap into the warp">she then grabs her ears and screams "AAAAAARRRGH!">ah... Throne>something must be messing with her head>something warp related judging from the FETHING MOOD TURNING GREEN!>one of the old geezers approaches Tam, smoking bowl in hand>she stops grasping her ears>and starts to seem... drowsy "nah....im okay....i think we can trust them...id really love some chocolate right now..ooooh or pancakes...remember those on pacfica prime? mmmmmmm.">...>what the feth is in that bowl she huffed?>then Lil' Tom charges at the old geezer"THE FETH DID YOU DO!?!?">I take a whiff of the bowl's contents>its gonja... my neighbor used to grow that stuff>makes you high as a kite... and hungry>so that checks out>one of the psykers points out side>the zombies and skeletons are tearing into each other!>let them fight I say!>gives us a chance to slip out of here>Lil' Tom and some of the other troopers say we follow the psykers>he pulls me aside"you dont drag us anywhere...you know she's wrong about that right?">I nod..."alight Roughnecks, we are taking the tunnels. Best we avoid that mess out there!"
>>98906839(2/2)>I decide to climb into the driver’s seat before anyone else tries >I barely know how to drive, but at least I am not drunk >I think it is 200 kilometers north to the nearest outpost and already I sense it will be a long drive >I didn’t know any of the platoon for long enough to truly miss them, but I think a few of them knew each other since founding a few months ago, or perhaps even earlier than that >Also it is cold and most of them are barely wearing anything and Simone is flat out naked >I may have to share my coat at some point but I don’t really want to
>>98905589>>98906524>Be Jacob the Großhammer>As I track down the noble I hear the sounds of my fellows roaring in fanatical devotion>The sounds of nails piercing into flesh whilst hammers shatter bodies>there's also the sounds of monsters and heretics>I spot The Impaler of Wallachia bring down monstrosity after monstrosity>a glorious sight>but I must carry on>eventually I arrive to the woods>continuing to follow the tracks>because the Drăcule lands aren't designed for motorised carriages she won't get far>I have to be on alert for other things here as well but with the will of The God Emperor they shall be dealt with>>98906620>Be Khrave Rootmind Nosferatu>ho ho>The mind of an Inquisitor in exchange for compromising what we are?>I suppose I could get both a taste and ruin my laid out plan>besides it matters little what this old man does now>so I reach into his mind>able to do so because he interacted with a carrier>his mind is full of exotic memories to say the least>a variable feast>so I leave a thought in his head>a name that caused even the Dark Angels to think twice and pull out Dark Age of Technology weapons "Autochthonar">I then leave a piece of myself in the old man's brain>I've had a good fill and he'll be under my watchful eye>plus I can always make him a thrall should I see fit>I want to watch him struggle first before I render him a vegetable >make him like the peasants of Drăcule>mindlessly following my whims through Orlok
>>98906955>>98906620>be Lord Inquisitor Master Roshi Oda Toriko Akirama>i feel the overwhelming threat of what im facing as it consumes every memory ive had, leaving only a single word to be repeated endlessly as a taunt for those who come after to find me>like a straw man in a flood my meager power is washed away>my mind shatters as im left as a mere play thing for the true masters of the galaxy>...hehe>had you there for a minute didnt i>i pull my hands off the blood carier who repeats the word "Autochthonar" endlessly as i wipe my hands on my coat>you dont last as long as the greatest biomancer in several sectors by only learning how to make yourself buff for the ladies>im an expert in mind alteration and interrogation, used to be my jelly donuts and rice back when i was still legit>and it came in handy during that mess on Pershah Gulf>i remember once while investigating Enslavers as an interrogator, my master was able to resist an enslaver attacking his mind by using a memory-altering brain augment to forget everything he was for a moment long enough that the enslaver had no way to control him>i thought that was retarded and that it be easier to just have a blank around to handle things>now it might just be my pride talking but id say this was a pretty good alternative>brain matter and memory look pretty similar to souls to a creature who feasts on thought>and he was already following the same connection point of the carier so i just led him back that same route>using biomancy on the scale was dangerous in the extreme, i feel my knees ache>also im damn near pissing blood out of my nose and it might be some time before i can kick ass like i used to>but damned if i didnt pull it off>as i led that glorified brain tick down the road to "my mind" i altered the carrier's memories to be a mimic of my own by rerouting and laying imaging of his brain neurons1/2
>>98907012>think of it as a more complex memory wipe and edit that some biomancers in the inquisition tend to do>the scale however has to be some sort of record>any creature with less pride and an actual understanding of humanity wouldn't have fallen for it>lucky he didnt look to deep into what he was walking through on his way to his meal, he just assumed the carrier was already eaten without seeing there was no memories to separate the carrier's mind from "my mind">that's right galaxy, for a brief moment there were TWO Lord Inquistor Roshi's>if he wasnt currently brain dead and leaking out his ears he might be very confused how one moment he was me and is now dead>on the cleverness scale id give it a 5 on the Isdendavar scale>still on the fucked up scale, its not great>erasing a man's mind and possibly his soul just so i can get an idea of what we're facing isn't my proudest moment but i am still a rogue inquisitor leading a secret Sect of rogue agents, heretics, and worse>though all things considered id thought the pain of rapidly copying enough of my brain to fool someone would be more painfu-THERE WE GO!>i fall on my ass, groaning as i realize I'm now being glared down at by the Inquisitor and his sisters of battle>im not out of the woods yet, in fact it might have just been easier to let that bastard eat me2/2
>>98906955>>98907012>Be Khrave Rootmind Nosferatu >fascinating >this man has seen alot in just this sector of space >I mean I know its the Ultima segmentum as the humans call it but localised entirely in this sector of space?>interesting >I want to delve a bit more but somethings happening>his mind is beginning to collapse in on itself>I certainly didn't do that!>in the corner of my eye within I spot an oddity >this isnt him its someone else>its the carrier >I quickly pull myself out and leap into another mind>because a Khrave can infect others by just being near a carrier >its why we persist to this very day even with the death of the Autochthonar, an event that caused a massive psychic backlash amongst our race>of course I have to go low again in this mind>the inn Keeper I believe >he is of a lesser mind then the two Inquisitors and the warrior women>I watch through the Inn Keeper as the old man collapses to the ground >clearly whatever he did had a massive toll>especially as I also look to the carrier who is a spasming vegetable and bleeding
>>98904950>>98905071>>98905102>>98906764>Be Farseer Isendavar>And that's the conclusion of the lecture>I expect your papers ready for grading tomorrow>I don't care if it is only one piece of parchment>I stay here for a while>And then I take the flyer up to space>Indeed>I removed myself from equation quite nicely>But now it is time >To undo that which cannot be undone>Indeed so, I am wise enough to see that the lower sections will need to be replaced>As we dock at the lower levels I annihilate some lesser deamons>Helmet on>Cold determination leads me"Lecai.">You can try all you want, Mingmo>But there is something in Spencer that does not make for a good plague marine>Three of the seven>Good enough>I blast even more Nurglite creatures with raw, distraint pure light>Where is it?>The heart of this corruption>Fire and light keep me safe as I see some brave squats in peril>I shoot some more light on their assailants >Enough of this nonsense>Thy power draweth from but one source>And Geheimnistag has past>Mine comes from mine unyielding spirit>The hour of doom is upon thee>Thy victory hath fled and turned to naught>I draw near>There it is"Lacoi senthoi elthrai menlui thalui harathoi lecai lecai lecai!">The three gems encrusted in mine armour shine bright>I grit mine teeth and drive mine spear into the heart of the corruption>By Isha shalt thou find thy death in this place>And lo, it dies and withers as all things chaos do>I annihilate on the molecular level>Enough>I shall turn my gaze upon the wretch>Since they can talk, there is air>I form into soundwaves>And proclaim my presence to both Spencer and Mingmo"I am come, tremble, for not even thy master could end me!">I bring forth fire and light>All that which can slay the taint>This shall require all mine santic daemonology>But I am not caught that easily
