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    10 KB Inquisitor Angricus 03/28/08(Fri)15:30 No.1423495  
    Tomb Lord of Kronus, found discarded outside the fortress at North Vandea. Recovered by a servitor.

    Please take note, if you are listening to this audiodiary without the permission of your chapter master or an inquisitor you are committing heresy. Heresy is a grave sin, but if you turn yourself in you may escape with your soul.

    And don't think we can't find you. We know where you live, and we know you're listening.

    I have decided to record some of the history of our people... specifically the event that transformed us from the Necrontyr into the Necrons. My favored Pariah has taught me Gothic, as I figure that is the best choice. The Eldar would ignore it, the Tau would use it in propaganda, the Orks... well, they're Orks. The Tyranids care nothing for technology... or much else...

    I suppose I ramble. I do not wish to revisit those events but... I feel it necessary.

    We were arrogant. We were fools. Hateful fools. Our lives were short, our cities were more to contain the dead than they were to shelter the living. But we managed to grow. We struggled, clawed our way up from our silent dead and took to the stars.

    Imagine the rage, then, when we came face to face with a race of nigh-immortal creatures. Thy had a mastery over technology... we had assumed our lifestyle was common. That was there another sentient race somewhere, we would share the hardships.

    Instead we met these... these... brats. A spoiled species so accustomed to having the best genetics, best worlds... best everything handed to them. We reacted in jealousy. We declared war.

    We were fools. We had living metal, the necrodermis, but they had skill. Mastery. Finesse. Capability... virility. They beat us. devastated us. We were swept to the side, to horrible worlds and beneath burning suns.
    >> Inquisitor Angricus 03/28/08(Fri)15:30 No.1423499
    The suns. We thought of something to perhaps escape our de facto imprisonment. If we could harness the power of the stars, the stars that had ravaged our lives, perhaps we could turn it on those damned creatures. Those.... those... those lucky bastards. Our rage blinded us...

    We found something else. Something so ancient it predated the 'Old Ones'. Beings so ancient they made our foes seem like children. We had found them near the stars... and they were powerful. Consuming the star... it was beautiful. They took that power into themselves. If we could recruit them... or study them... we had our weapon to turn on our hated foes.

    So we fashioned a body of necrodermis for these star eaters, these Star Gods... the C'tan. Again our rage blinded us. We had assumed we could convince beings so ancient and powerful to aid us in our crusade against the Old Ones... hell, what had by then become our boiling crusade to annihilate all those privileged species. We let our fury blind us...

    We were fools.

    At the time, those of us not consumed with centuries of passed down rage at the Old Ones were tired of living in exile due to the mistakes of our ancestors. I was among the latter. I helped fashion the first necrodermis body for these Star Gods... now our Gods. They were our release, our escape... our justice against the privileged.

    The body became the mouth piece of the C'tan... the mouth piece of our gods. We huddled in the darkness of our main tomb world around the avatar of these mighty beings. They controlled us, prepared us for war. What they demanded, we gave.

    Sometimes they would demand our lives... and we provided. We provided so willingly... I provided so willingly. When they asked for lives, my spouse and I brought our first son. We......

    I... I will have to continue later...

    Thought for the Day: Beware the xeno, for what good can come of a beast who would slay his own to propel himself?
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)15:33 No.1423510
    Necron Lord of Kaurava is sexier.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)15:34 No.1423514
    >for what good can come of a beast who would slay his own to propel himself?

    Tell that to the Imperium whenever they get into retarded fights like Space Marines vs Imperial Guard.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)15:49 No.1423561
    I somehow think a Necron Lord wouldn't feel this bad about the shit he has done, nor would he talk like this.
    >> Inquisitor Angricus 03/28/08(Fri)16:15 No.1423680
    Tomb Lord of Kronus, found discarded outside the fortress at North Vandea. Recovered by a servitor.

    Second Audiodiary

    I have recollected my strength. I... I must continue. Perhaps the sorrow is proper for my crimes against my people. I had thought the passing millenia had dulled it...

    We had... justified it to ourselves. He was young. He could not know... we would not remember... a child. A baby. We did not want him to grow up in war... we...

    I... she... she did not hold the child, I did. I do not know what was going through her mind... perhaps the same as mine. Caution. Sorrow. But where the sacrafice left me more determined to destroy the Old Ones she became almost catatonic. She responded to me somewhat, but to all others she was silent.

    We continued prepared. It was in the late stages of my life when we were prepared... and the C'tan proposed another plan. Something to aid us... to ensure our flayers would be brought against our hated enemies, the privileged. Our gods offered to transfer our souls into machines. I was first in line. I could not overcome my fury against the privileged. They had cost us so much... and for me, it felt as if they had cost me my son. A body was fashioned for me, one befitting a Necrontyr lord. The transfer was painful. It was like my soul was being set on fire and ripped apart. I could feel every bit of my soul fuse with the necrodermis.

    It hurt, but I bore it with a grin. And with my new body I went to my spouse. I took her into my cold metal arms, and though I could not feel her I knew she was there. She shivered, she cried at my shape, but I calmed her. Convinced her of the necessity of it.
    >> Inquisitor Angricus 03/28/08(Fri)16:16 No.1423683
    At first the C'tan had only offered the transfer to the best of our species. But soon the offer extended to all. I pushed for my love to join in the first wave. She resisted. Said she was afraid, worried. The Immortals were produced and she did not occupy one of the bodies. It took time, but soon she relented. I could sense her terror when the Immortals came to take her to her new body. I was called by the C'tan to the front lines, but I arranged for my wife to join me when she occupied a body of necrodermis.

    I had personally crafted her's. Lovingly built it, inscribed the words of her favored poem into it... her favored gem on her ring finger... it was a beautiful thing.

    I wish I had listenned to her terror... I wish I had listenned to her. I loved her, but since the death of our son we had grown distant. I... suppose I had hoped that for her to join me on the battlefield would reforge our relationship.

    I was a fool... a damned fool. On one of the ships preparing to invade the Old Ones... my ship, I found out what had happened. The C'tan had preserved my mind for I was to lead.
    >> Inquisitor Angricus 03/28/08(Fri)16:16 No.1423684
    But my love... my sweet love... my flower of metal... they had destroyed her's. I was down in the storage area, where I found thousands of Necrontyr sleeping. I searched, searched for hours to find her. I recognized first the gem, then the beautiful poetry on her arm... poetry like the tattoo she had in life. I clutched her face, whispered to her 'My love'. Her eyes burned green as she came to life, looked at me...

    I spoke on end about the future. She did not respond. I expressed my love. She did not respond. I spoke of the battle coming. She did not respond. She stared. She stared on and on and through me...

    And it was then I realized what had been done... what I had done. I had condemned her to confinement in this beautiful body of metal... the C'tan had taken her mind. I was meant to lead their puppets...

    Thought for the Day: Beware the mutant, for he who would warp the purest of forms can only think ill.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:19 No.1423703
    Manly tears.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:20 No.1423711
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:24 No.1423726
    Waaaaaaah D:
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:27 No.1423739

    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:27 No.1423741
    Add some Necron lord regret, and voulia, you have not so fail necrons.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:30 No.1423753
    /co/ has professional drawfags, /tg/ has professional writefags.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:31 No.1423757
    Hivemind. More fanfic nobody cares about!
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:32 No.1423762
    Hivemind? Don't you mean same person?
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:32 No.1423763
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:34 No.1423771
    >And it was then I realized what had been done... what I had done. I had condemned her to confinement in this beautiful body of metal... the C'tan had taken her mind. I was meant to lead their puppets...


    Perhaps this is why I could never get into the Necrons.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:34 No.1423773
    Haha, oh wow
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:35 No.1423778
    This one is special. Quiet you!
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:36 No.1423783
    The reason they always struck me as bland was that their leaders, all had the same motives, and unshakeable resolve in their DESTROY ALL HUMANS mentality, though it obviously extends beyond hoomanz.

    Also the fact that their entire army has like 6 choices.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:36 No.1423784
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    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:38 No.1423796
    I don't think a Necron Lord would misspell "sacrifice."
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:39 No.1423801
    Nice idea but too emotional, it seems stretched to see a Necron Lord so .... emo.

    Rewrite this with a bit less pathos and we're fine.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:39 No.1423802
    I wish we knew what the Necrontyr looked like.

    I picture them like Necron warriors, covered in orange skin, with sunken in eyes of varying colour, though instead of slouching, they stood up straight, with some pride damnit.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:39 No.1423804
    Maybe you could say that Necron Lords MIGHT feel regretful, and the C'tan don't care how miserable they are as long as they do their jobs. But once one rebels, they clamp down on it real fast.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:40 No.1423813
    I picture them as Tau.
    >> ;_; ;_; 03/28/08(Fri)16:45 No.1423833

    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:45 No.1423837
    emo implies that they don't have anything to really be upset about. This guy unwittingly destroyed his wife and condemned her to live as a mindless shell through eons.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:45 No.1423839
    wow...now if only GW would implement this type of feel into the necrons. I love the idea of lords regretting their actions. It adds a nice emotional touch, but at the same time keeps the GRIM AND DARK feel of 40k.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:45 No.1423841
    I figure they just looks like Necrons (it would make sense to make artificial bodies that are similar to your own, for various reasons), only fleshier.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:46 No.1423847
    I dont know, I dont think that regret would be THAT rare, think about it, you can never feel, touch, smell, taste, fuck, eat, drink, kiss, or even debatedly talk anymore, and everyone you ever knew, loved or befriended is now just a killing machine.

    greetest plan evar guyz?
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:47 No.1423849
    ;_; So Ronery.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:49 No.1423863
    There's no telling what they looked like. The theory on /tg/ is that Necrons were designed to look like stylized skeletal Eldar for intimidation purposes.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:49 No.1423868
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:50 No.1423872
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    Screw GW's fluff, THIS is true canon.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:51 No.1423883
    Meh. Too much feeling.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:54 No.1423896
    Flayed ones still have their minds...but then again, they are all insane.

    What about Pariahs?
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:54 No.1423901
    Pretty sure GW's actually told us the 'crons were stylised symbols of their enemies' death in a codex (or at least the Nightbringers were, and everyone else seems to have copied him, so...).
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)16:56 No.1423913

    Fix'd that for you.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)17:00 No.1423936
    C'tan eat life force, not souls.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)17:15 No.1424012
    The important thing here is that we got great writefagging right off the bat. Like that Tau film yesterday!
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)17:16 No.1424019
    We should engage in trades with /co/ for their drawfags.
    >> Inquisitor Angricus 03/28/08(Fri)17:23 No.1424062
    Just as a note, it's not yet actually done. I just got distracted.

    Necrons are famous for being cruel death loving sons of bitches, I want to actually show a transgression. Nothing pops out of the womb "I want to kill everything."

    So I figure, what better step in the downward spiral to callous genocide than killing your own loved ones?
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)17:29 No.1424090
    C'tan eat nervous system electrical impuses, not life force.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)17:30 No.1424098
    If this was canon not only would Necrons be a lot more awesome, in a way, it would be very GRIMDARK.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)17:31 No.1424103
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)17:44 No.1424181

    Which is why they kill stars, and each other amirite?
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)17:46 No.1424188
    Stars give off a lot of energy. But no sentience. Sentience is yummy.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)17:49 No.1424198
    C'Tan eat souls, not nervous system electrical impulses.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)17:52 No.1424210
    He's a notorious day-dreaming dog-catcher gone bad. She's a cynical impetuous hooker with only herself to blame. They eat souls!
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)17:57 No.1424224

    The C'tan eat ENERGY Souls and everything else that is 'life' is energy. heat=energy.

    I wonder what would happen if one of the c'tan went into the warp and started trying to eat minor chaos gods?
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)17:58 No.1424226


    You just won the game sir!
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)17:58 No.1424228
    Xom help me, I lol'd.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)17:59 No.1424235
    >if one of the c'tan went into the warp
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)17:59 No.1424236
    It'd be like tossing a brick into a lake. They can't do shit in the Warp.
    >> Yotian 34 03/28/08(Fri)17:59 No.1424238
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    System error.... Primary lubrication reserve leaking....
    >> 4chan Party Black Ship 03/28/08(Fri)17:59 No.1424239
    Heresy is heresy. There is no indication that any necron-tyr is indeed capable of feeling anything beyond vestiges of emotions.

    Your effort is commendable but your necron lord sounds far too human, he needs to be more distant, more staccato. Think something like Jon Irenicus, his love has been ripped away from him, all he is capable of is the memory of that love, not the emotion itself.
    >> /tg/ emissary 03/28/08(Fri)17:59 No.1424242
    Fucking rape-cause C'tan haet warp/psyker like Loli haet pizza
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)18:01 No.1424248
    they do not eat souls, it says so right in the codex
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)18:02 No.1424252
    Kinda the whole point is that they can't go into the warp. The C'Tan have no presence there, and they cannot exist within it. The entities of the warp terrify them. That's why they have such a hardon for stabilizing realspace and manufacturing Pariahs and the like - all the tasty, tasty, life force of a normal human, but without the pesky warp-presence that attracts daemons.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)18:04 No.1424258
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)18:04 No.1424260
    Pariahs! The lo-warp essence snack!
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)18:07 No.1424272
    I picture them as a race of Elderly aliens.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)18:08 No.1424280
    ;_; tears of men
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)18:10 No.1424285
    Necrons are obviously Squats who have gone back in time and be roboticised. Yeah! I said Squ...
    >> Yotian 34 03/28/08(Fri)18:13 No.1424301
    Current output level has ceased to be satisfactory!

    translation: MOAR
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)18:13 No.1424303
    Not bad, writefag. But... how could the lord not know these creatures were mindless by that point? Did he keep himself sealed in a bottle, or was he just so dumb as to not notice a total lack of normal chatter/activity from the newly minted soldiers?
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)18:15 No.1424309
    Lots of tumours. Also I always thought they'd have carapaces for some reason.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)18:17 No.1424313
    WRONG! they eat brains and lutefisk.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)18:19 No.1424323
    A. He was in denial and didn't want to believe it

    B. Didn't know that his wife would be considered only fit for grunt work

    C. Yeah, he didn't know.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)18:19 No.1424326
    What's lutefisk?
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)18:23 No.1424344
    A) Maybe. Seems like that should be at least referenced though.
    B) The indication of the story, as it stands, is that he was surprised to find them to be mindless, not that his wife was a grunt.
    C) Obviously, I'm trust trying to provide the author feedback about what I feel is a weakpoint.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)18:43 No.1424433
    Lutefisk is a fish commonly served in Norway that is absolutely abhorrent to eat but is apparently quite popular, especially the eating contests involving it (how much can eat before you pass out lulz)
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)18:44 No.1424440
    Its Fish soaked in cleaning product (Lye) which turns the fish into a moosh, which looks disgusting.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)19:00 No.1424517
    Although the texture and look is disgusting, I kinda like the taste.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)19:00 No.1424518
    Oh, someone had best archive this...and do some drawfaggotry if possible.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)19:02 No.1424527
    Whats it taste like?
    >> Aegis !!RHJOq2Xf4eC 03/28/08(Fri)19:05 No.1424544
    Superior fanfiction is superior

    I approve
    >> Dungeon Crawl Advisor !CsNrSX8/D6 03/28/08(Fri)19:18 No.1424621


    Blizzards Gorkan and Mork. God damnit, Blizzard... god damnit.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)19:52 No.1424834

    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)19:55 No.1424854

    Yep, Eldrad's level of dickery has reached a new high, trying to pass this elfdar fanfic off as an Inquisitor report.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)21:13 No.1425464

    If Flayed ones can go insane I don't see why a Necron Lord can't angst
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)21:14 No.1425472

    >> Inquisitor Angricus 03/28/08(Fri)21:21 No.1425549
    He was busy being a figurehead for the willing transformation.

    The Immortals not talking much didn't phase him. It's just he knew
    his wife would have responded to him. Admittedly, at the time he didn't know if her mind was wiped but he was certain she was at least trapped.

    And again, he made it so he knew if it could talk or not.

    Anyways, since this has gone well either more will be posted tomorrow in this thread or continued in a new thread.

    DnD calls.
    >> Anonymous 03/28/08(Fri)23:36 No.1426611
    You son-of-a-bitch. I bet you've never lost anything at all important to you, have you? "Less pathos"? Motherfucker, it's not emo if it's justified. Emo kids are middle class PRIVILEGED children who whine and whine about how life and their existance is unfair and how they wish they could just die. I know so many people like that it makes me sick. This neighborhood has become motherfucking emo haven. But what right do you have to call any sort of powerful emotion... "emo"? Do you even KNOW what it means anymore?
    >> Anonymous 03/29/08(Sat)02:06 No.1427793
    I love you.
    >> Anonymous 03/29/08(Sat)02:19 No.1427889
    bump for awesomeness
    >> d20modernfag 03/29/08(Sat)02:20 No.1427894
    /tg/: We get shit done.
    >> Anonymous 03/29/08(Sat)02:48 No.1428109
    Good start, but as already said, the Lord seems too emotional. With the length of time and everything and countless battles, you'd think he'd be a bit more distant.

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