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>>30616159
Patriccus Arcturus DuValle Caroleth the IVth.

>>30616159
Darius Pullo

Voting period ends.

The current choice for names are:

>>30616191
>Patriccus Arcturus DuValle Caroleth the IVth

>>30616192
Darius Pullo

Please vote for one of these options within 5 minutes. If no option is chosen by then, I will roll 1d20. Evens = Patriccus, Odds = Darius.

Bob.

>>30616192
go with this.

Rolled 89

>>30616360
Darius.

Voting period end.

I vote we stick our dick into the hole.

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"Darius Pullo," you whisper. The slumbering Engine claws at your mind, until a voice to your right breaks you out of your reverie.

“Wondrous, isn't it? And now they've finally put you at the helm!” You turn and see a young man, his short, straw-blonde hair tousled and his grin wide and bright. He is tall, half a head taller than you, and his red-black Titan crewman's garb hangs loosely off his lanky form. He grasps your hand in his and shakes it so vigorously you wonder if you'll lose your arm. “Congratulations! For only the sixtieth time since last week,” he adds with a chuckle.

Cuugo Nicator: your Moderati, and one of your longtime friends.

A second voice joins your laughter. “The Princeps is quite well aware of his new stations, Moderati Nicator. You'd do well to leave him to his preparations.”

Cuugo guffaws at the admonition. “Oh, come off it, Mistra, don't act like you're not excited as I am! Besides, he's ready. Have you ever seen him not ready?”

From your right is a short woman, her reddish-brown hair framing sharp cheek-bones. Her left eye is a natural green: her right, a red bionic. She is Mistra Ossea, another of your Moderati, and a second longtime friend.

You say...

>"I feel ready. I've trained for this--WE'VE trained for this. I might be Princeps only because of what happened at Shofet, but that doesn't mean I'm unworthy of bearing the Manifold." (Confident) [Go to http://pastebin.com/WkucsY1k]
>"Better men and women died so we might have this honor. Whether or not I'm ready, we must honor their memory and Walk upon Ahran--we cannot go to war with only four engines, so we must be the fifth, whether or not I'm truly worthy." (Humble) [Go to http://pastebin.com/LGsbRxqS]
>"I...I'm not certain. The simulations, the training, I thought I was ready, but now...now that I'm here, with twenty-five of our good Princeps dead in one hour, I don't know..." (Nervous) [Go to http://pastebin.com/jk7sd937]
>Other [Write in]

>>30616491
(Whoops! Ignore the pastebin links, please.)

>>30616491
"I feel ready. I've trained for this--WE'VE trained for this. I might be Princeps only because of what happened at Shofet, but that doesn't mean I'm unworthy of bearing the Manifold." (Confident)

Got to be confident.

>>30616598
Seconding.
It's waifu time.

>>30616491
>>"I feel ready. I've trained for this--WE'VE trained for this. I might be Princeps only because of what happened at Shofet, but that doesn't mean I'm unworthy of bearing the Manifold."

>>30616641
We're the titan's waifu, anon.

It will consume us whole in the end, but before that we'll be addicted by the intensity of the spirit that hungers for war.

>>30616598
>>30616641
>>30616660

Voting ends. Exloading post...

>>30616684
Sounds kinky, I'm okay with it.

>"I feel ready. I've trained for this--WE'VE trained for this. I might be Princeps only because of what happened at Shofet, but that doesn't mean I can't bear the Manifold." (Confident)

Cuugo's grin grows wider at your reply. "See? What did I tell you? You always worry over nothing, Mistra." He tries to pat Mistra on the shoulder, who brushes him off with a roll of her organic eye. "Come on, let's get some nutrients and limber up, the ground's sure to be thick with Orks and we'll be killing them for a while."

They wave you goodbye as they stride off. You watch them go for a moment, then pull out a data-slate: one last review of the briefing before you Walk.

http://pastebin.com/2x5VaZTk

>Choose a name for your Warhound Titan

>>30616723
Tankred

>Tankred endures

Thunder Child

>>30616723
>>30616790
TANKRED.

>>30616790
Seconded.

>>30616849
>>30616790
god damn it

two excellent choices

>>30616849
Would you like for me to attempt to translate that into Lati--err, High Gothic, or keep it as "Thunder Child"?

>>30616790
Welp, I gotta say I do love the sound of Tankred.

>>30616882
What would the translation be?

>>30616882
changing it is heresy

>>30616908
"Puer Tonitrui" (or, "Puer Tonitrus" if you wish to commit linguo-heresy and not decline the noun properly)

Also: VOTING ENDS.

>>30616790

can we not be horrible people and use a lowly dreadnought's name for a TITAN OF THE OMNISSIAH?

>>30616938
Err, feel free to indicate which version of the name you'd prefer.

>>30616938
Puer Tonitrus

>>30616849
I vote for pure thunderchild

>>30616969
(Unfortunately, it looks like Tankred run out. Sorry...)
-----

Just as you finish reading through the data-slate, a young man with cropped black hair and a heavy jawline calls out to you--Servatus Obsevat, Princeps of the Reaver-Class Titan Gladius Fraglans. He is smiling as he waves at you. "Ah, there you are! I was hoping we could speak before your first Walk."

You smile back, and your smile is...

>...scornful, sneering, just like his tone. (Gain a bitter rival)
>...bright and energetic, like the others you'd given him back when you were both young Moderati, competing for kill-tallies. (Gain a friendly rival)
>...warm and friendly, befitting a fellow Pugnatores. (Neutral, polite)
>[Other]

>>30616995
>>...bright and energetic, like the others you'd given him back when you were both young Moderati, competing for kill-tallies. (Gain a friendly rival)

>>30616995
>>...bright and energetic, like the others you'd given him back when you were both young Moderati, competing for kill-tallies. (Gain a friendly rival)

>>30616995
>>...bright and energetic, like the others you'd given him back when you were both young Moderati, competing for kill-tallies. (Gain a friendly rival)

Teamwork, ha-ha!

>>30617059
>>30617081
>>30617225

Voting ends. Writing...

>Your smile is bright and energetic, like the others you'd given him back when you were both young Moderati, competing for kill-tallies. (Gain a friendly rival)

"Servatus!" you say, putting aside the data-slate. You both clasp one another by the wrist.

Still gripping your hand, Servatus says, "Ha! About time they made you a Princeps!" But the joy in his face drains as he remembers something. "A pity...a pity there's so few of us now. Your induction ceremony would have been something to remember. But no matter." He tightens his grip and his smile returns. "We are here now, to continue Pugnatores. I expect you to match my record on my first Walk, you hear? Three Ork Engines, and no less!"

You match his grin with your own. "Don't worry, Servatus, I'll be adding four kill-tallies to my name today."

"Ha! The Machine God's blessings, then, you will need them!"

"Ah, my sons!" says a voice from above you both. "My good sons! Already in high spirits for battle, I see."

An amniotic tank, its walls clear as glass and its contents rendered murky by the slick, grey fluids contained within, glides above you aloft a crane-arm. Inside is the obscured form of an old man, wrinkled from age and the stresses of decades of god-wielding. Both of you immediately stop your jesting and bow low.

"Princeps Ultimus," you both intone.

It was Lord Exobite Herrax, wielder of the Warlord Contumax Belligator and Princeps Ultimus of Legio Pugnatores.

"Excellent!" he says. His chuckle is melodius and warm, despite the vox-appartus corrupting it. "The Astartes have a saying I particularly enjoy--'as iron sharpens iron, so my brothers and I hone one another'. It warms my heart to see you both in a better mood again." Then his tone seems to drop, as though the strength fell from it. "So few of us left now...we must look to our own, and stand united and fight together."

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>>30617278
[2/2]

After a pause, the warmth in his voice returns. "Ah, but I am rambling." Then he laughs, "Lift your heads! Kowtowing is for the diplomats and peace-talkers, not us Warmongers."

As you and Servatus cease bowing, Herrax's tank is lifted to a colossal war-engine's cranium, where servitors trundle about fitting the Princeps Ultimus to the Unrelenting Warbringer.

Servatus gives you one last grin. "I will see you on the battlefield. Fight well, and try not to embarass yourself." Laughing, he makes the sign of the Cog, and strides off towards his own Engine.

>Choose an action:
>Make final preparations on your Warhound (Skip to battle)
>Speak with the other Pugnatores Princeps
>Speak with Deculta, Tankred's Enginseer
>Other

>>30617300
>>Make final preparations on your Warhound (Skip to battle)
For Khorne! To war for his favor!

>>30617300
speak with deculta

>>30617300
>>Speak with Deculta, Tankred's Enginseer

>>30617300
>Speak with Deculta, Tankred's Enginseer

Voting ends. Writing...

Let's complete all objectives.

>>30617519
Sure.

>>30617519
(Sounds good, I will be writing up posts for each option after you're done talking with Deculta.)

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>Speak with Deculta, Tankred's Enginseer
There is still a little time left before you must Walk. In the interim, you decide to go speak with Deculta, Tankred's Enginseer.

As you make your way towards the rear of Tankred, you weave between and around various work Servitors as they wheel and trundle about. A few meters ahead of you, you spot Deculta. You say to him, "Hail, enginseer. Are the final preparations complete?"

Deculta turns. The movement is inhumanly smooth, as what turns the enginseer around are not legs or even artificed fascimiles of legs, but great masses of mechadentries jutting out of the lower hem of Deculta's red robes. Another mass of mechadentries holds up a data-slate, while several individual mechadentries snake up towards Tankred's leg, tightening bolts and checking seams. At the sound of your voice, he looks up, revealing a smooth metal face, with a large circular green eye-lense at the center surrounded by five lesser ones, two on the left and three on the right. The central lens turns its gaze to you, while the five others continue poring over the data-slate.

"Greetings, Princeps P1-51-Gamma; preferred apellation 'Darius Pullo'. I am experience a marginal increase in Dopamine levels at your presence. How may I be of service?"

You are about to speak when your gaze flickers towards the data-slate he is holding. Is it...?

Yes. Yes it is.

Deculta had once been an honored Artisan on Forge world Yitorach. By his fifty machine-blessed dendrites he had artificed great works in the name of the Machine God, and his was honor and glory. Half a decade ago, however, his interests turned from that of iron and fire towards...the less savory.

He had become enamored with the human form--the female human form, to be exact.

[1/2]

>>30617519
KILL ALL *ork TITANS

>>30617800

[2/2]

He insisted that he studied his newfound subject as one would any other, and boasted that he would rival even the Magi Biologis in his knowledge of the human body. If the emulation of the Machine God required augmentation of the human body, then surely studying the base flesh form furthers the Quest for Knowledge? But, politics meant his rivals had a pretense for casting him down. Degenerate, they called him. Heretic of the grossest kind. A lifetime as a Servitor would be too good for him.

Deculta was far too useful to be simply killed for his "heresy", however. The lords of Yitorach offered him an ultimatum: serve as a lowly enginseer, or be annihilated and stricken from databanks. For his part, Deculta chose quickly, and adjusted to his new position just as fast.

Nonetheless...

>Choose an option
>...you say to him, "Deculta. I thought I told you to never bring that...that degeneracy near Tankred again. Now give me the final maintenance report before I have you escorted out of this sacred Titan bay." (Angry disgust)
>...you say to him, "I, erm. Honored enginseer, please put that away and, uh, give me the final maintenance report if you please." (Polite discomfort)
>...you say to him, "Greetings, honored enginseer. Is the final maintenance report ready?" (Ignore the data-slate)

Rolled 29

>>30617823
Don't be a dick, ignore it.

>>30617823
>...you say to him, "Greetings, honored enginseer. Is the final maintenance report ready?" (Ignore the data-slate)
Let's not start anything

>>30617823
If Commissar Cain could put up with jurgens nudie slate, we can overlook his

ignore it

>>30617823
>>...you say to him, "Greetings, honored enginseer. Is the final maintenance report ready?" (Ignore the data-slate)

>>30617823
>...you say to him, "Greetings, honored enginseer. Is the final maintenance report ready?" (Ignore the data-slate)

>>30617823
>...you say to him, "Greetings, honored enginseer. Is the final maintenance report ready?" (Ignore the data-slate)
As long as he does his job and doesn't start worshipping Slaneesh.

>>30617823
Ignore the slate.

Voting ends. Writing...

Rolled 43

>>30618021
CONSENSUS! ACHIEVED!

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>...you say to him, "Greetings, honored enginseer. Is the final maintenance report ready?" (Ignore the data-slate)

"Final maintenance report is complete," he says, his voice rendered monotone by his vocal augmetics. Eye lens flicker up and down while he slides along the bay floor towards you. The masses of dendrites that formed his legs means "walking" was not quite the right description for when he moved. "Exloading to you now..."

The blurt of data passes by your eyes. Reactor reads, status of vox and auspex equipment, Void Shield maintenance reports...Tankred is ready for war. Wait...

"Enginseer," you say, lifting an eyebrow. "The report states that coolant injection is operating at...100.38% efficiency? Did one of the servitors commit an error during repairs?"

Deculta shakes his metal-bound head, his robes swishing loosely from the movement. "Negative, Princeps. During transit I took it upon myself to further coax performance from Titan Unit P1-51, Warhound-Clas Engine, preferred appellation 'Tankred'. So that it may better honor the Machine God." The eye lenses twitch again. "Are you angered, Princeps? Was this gratuitous? Exloading statements of apologies..."

You stare at him for a moment, your mouth slightly open, before you shake your head and reply, "No, no enginseer. Indeed, I thank you for your service."

All six emerald lenses focus on you now.

"You are most welcome, Princeps Pullo. Blessings of the Machine God upon you." A pause. "I am glad that you are not so quick to judge, Princeps Pullo, unlike many of my colleagues."

You merely nod in reply. "The Machine God bless you as well, honored enginseer." You return the sign of the Cog, and move off.

>Choose an option:
>Speak with the other Pugnatores Princeps, Cantor Alaois and Hexa Atarko
>Make final preparations for Tankred (skip to battle)
>Other

>>30618233
>Speak with the other Pugnatores Princeps, Cantor Alaois and Hexa Atarko
We should discuss battle plans and such.

>>30618233
>>Speak with the other Pugnatores Princeps, Cantor Alaois and Hexa Atarko

>>30618233
>Speak with the other Pugnatores Princeps, Cantor Alaois and Hexa Atarko
lets see what our friends think of over 100% efficent

>>30618233
>>Speak with the other Pugnatores Princeps, Cantor Alaois and Hexa Atarko

Just joining. The machine god approves of your efforts.

Voting ends. Writing...

>>30618233
>Speak with the other Pugnatores Princeps, Cantor Alaois and Hexa Atarko

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>Speak with the other Pugnatores Princeps, Cantor Alaios and Hexa Atarko

You decide to speak with the rest of what is left of Legio Pugnatores: Cantor Alaios and Hexa Atarko. You find them under Atarko's Reaver, Clibanarius.

"...and I will be damned by the Machine God Himself if that disgusting scrap-form Unraed makes eyes at me again." Hexa Atarko, Princeps Prima of the Warmongers, second-in-command to Lord Herrax, grumbles bitterly as she paces around the sedate Alaios.

Atarko is an older woman, her bald head lacking the hair to hide her extensive augmetics. Her Mind Impulse Unit plugs are clearly visible to you, as are her metal scalp and her throat augments. She is of average height, and somewhat heavy-set. She turns to you as you approach. "What is it, Princeps Pullo?"

"Princeps Atarko," you say, nodding in greetings. "I was hoping we could discuss battle-plans before we Walk?"

"Hmph. What's there to discuss? We assist the Imperials and the Astartes with our guns, and shoot anything our size when we see it." Her voice turns into a snarl. "Only five of us left, and one of us untested, yet that fat fool Burgraed Unraed insists we Walk. Ahead of Legio Perditores, even." A scoff and a shake of her head, as she continues, "Politics. That's all it is. I'm glad that the Lords of Yithorach see it fit to continue bleeding us dry when we are at our weakest, just to gain a little more favor from the Imperials and the Fabricator-General."

"Honor through battle. Honor and glory is what keeps us alive, not nutrient-wash or fuel."

[1/2]

>>30618763
The soft voice comes from your left: Cantor Alaios, Princeps of the Ferrous Contus. A xeno bitch-creature had boarded his Warhound, once, hacking through the wolf-head cockpit with a crackling blade, butchering the Moderati and almost killing Alaios before nearby Astartes couls rescue him. Contus' MIU was damaged in the melee, and the backlash damaged his brain permanently. Fortunately for the Warmongers, his god-wielding skills were left untouched.

He turns his blue-eyed gaze towards the two of you as he rocks back and forth, back and forth, sitting on a crate. "Honor and glory," he says softly, "that's what the Forge Lords know, that's what the Forge Worlds need. Being unremembered is death. And so the Warmongers monger war, white and pale as death as we are."

You shake your head in reply. "The Mechanicus forgets nothing, Alaios. Nothing is deleted, everything is stored."

He stares at you again. "Nothing is deleted, yes. But not all remains unhidden, unsequestered. Pugnatores can be forgotten, put aside, left to rust, left to die. We die at the enemies' guns, or we die on time's blade. One or the other, one or the other..."

"Cantor. Cantor..." Atarko's voice is suddenly soft, her eyes full of concern. "Hush now. Hush. We must prepare for the next Walk." She places a hand on Alaios' shoulder, and he immediately stops rocking. Whether he's alright now or not, you're not certain.

"Ahem. Speaking of the next Walk, we only have one company of Astartes and armored Astartes units..."

>Choose an Astartes Legion from the following list:
>Dark Angels
>Emperor's Children
>Iron Warriors
>White Scars
>Space Wolves
>Imperial Fists
>Night Lords
>Blood Angels
>Iron Hands
>World Eaters
>Ultramarines
>Death Guard
>Sons of Horus
>Word Bearers
>Salamanders
>Raven Guard
>Alpha Legion

(No Thousand Sons, sorry. They are unavailable for...reasons.)

>>30618791
>ultramarines

>>30618791
Iron Hands

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>>30618791
Hm, pre-heresy...interesting.

>White Scars

They're mobile,s o they can complement our big guns.

>>30618791
Dark Angels

>>30618791
im so tempted to say sons of horus but
>Iron Hands
I feel there tech-ey-ness will be helpful

>>30618791
M31 right? This is gonna be funnn.

>>30618791
white scars

>>30618791
>Iron Hands

Voting ends. Writing...

>>30618791
Are we heading to Ullanor next?

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>Iron Hands


"...will only one company be enough?" you ask. "Astartes may be Astartes, but if the fragmented auspex reports are worth anything, then we'll need more than just one-hundred."

"And that," says Atarko, "is what we are for. Lend the Emperor's little gene-forged soldiers our guns. And no need to worry--the X Legio are well-versed in the rites of the Machine God. They can handle themselves." A pause. "Though, I do wonder what they are doing here...I remember seeing some data-streams about their deployment in the Istvaan system, but what their business in that rebellious little system I am unsanctioned to know. Hmph.

"Ah, one more thing: the unlucky Imperials deployed ahead of us managed to get some readings on the shore's landscape. The terrain below sea-level is...not ideal for all of our amphibious landers, so there is a chance that the Warmongers and Annihilators will not all walk on the shores at once. If that happens, and you find yourself walking on sand early, do not delay in providing fire-support for the Imperials and Astartes--the rest of us will follow soon enough."

You give her a nod of acknowledgement. "Very well. The Machine God bless you, Princeps Atarko, Princeps Alaios."

Atarko gives you the sign of the Cog: Alaios can only give you another of his far-off stares.

>If there is anything else you'd like for us to do before heading to battle, please post now. If not, in 5 minutes we Walk.

>>30619144
Nothing but perform the final Rites of Maintenance in the cockpit alongside our crew.

>>30619144

wasn't a pre-heresy 'company' closer to 1000 Astartes?

>>30619144
i think were good

>>30619144
Time to Walk.

>>30619190
i think your right but doesn't matter because we are a god of death

>>30619144
>data-streams about their deployment in the Istvaan system
If this is what I think it is, we're going to have fun times later

>Time to walk

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>>30619190

herp derp I'm retarded

Have a warhound as penance to the Omnissiah

>>30619190
If I recall correctly, "standard" Pre-Heresy Companies were still 100. The 1000-man units were Chapters/Great Companies/etc.

...granted, this info is from the Horus Heresy Forge World rulebook, so it may conflict with other stuff. Suffice it to say, there are ~100 Iron Hands along with you for the Execution on Ahran.

No alternate activity chosen, writing...

The time for proclamations is over. Now you go to war.

You are now in the wolf-headed cockpit of Tankred, the burnished controls sitting before you, silently begging to be used. Cuugo and Mistra are at their seats.

You can feel the shakes and rumblings of the amphibious coffin-ship that bears you--the waves outside must be turbulent indeed if your immense transport can be shaken so. Ignoring the goings on outside, you decide it is time.

"Moderati, insert plugs."

"Inserting, aye." You do the same, suppressing your wince as white-hot pain jabs into your skull. At once you feel the machine-spirit of Tankred roar in your mind, its battle-lust almost drowning you, its screams nearly shattering you to pieces.

"Princeps? Darius, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," you say. You make certain to show no weakness. It is time to Walk, not fall apart into a blubbering waste of flesh. "Do I have the Manifold?"

A sequence of key-presses. Suddenly, you feel great strength in your arms, your legs, as you and Tankred become one. Tankred's skin is your skin; Tankred's mighty limbs are your limbs. And you have only just begun.

"You have the Manifold, my Princeps."

"Light the auspex."

"Lighting auspex..."

360 degree vision is yours, as auspex equipment drinks in your ambient surroundings--thermal signatures, noise-wash, movement, more. If you wished, you could detect a rat from twenty-five kilometers away with several different senses.

"Auspex lighted. Begin reactor ignition sequence."

"Reactor ignition sequence starting in five...four...three...two...one..."

You gasp as the plasma reactor pumps roiling superheated gas through your steel muscles, veins, and nerves. Blood sings, no, screams, through your flesh-form, your heart racing.

"Plasma reactor alive," you breathe out. "Check armaments."

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>Voting instructions:
>Choose one armaments for of Tankred's arms. Available armaments are as follows:
>Plasma Blastgun
>Turbolaser Destructor
>Vulcan Megabolter
>Inferno Cannon

>Example vote:
>Left Arm: Plasma Blastgun
>Right Arm: Turbolaser Destructor

>Consult the game mechanics here: http://pastebin.com/dc8KT8mb

>Tips on what weapons to choose: while your most immediate threats will likely come from other Titan-sized vehicles (such as Ork Gargants), don't underestimate infantry and non-Titan armor. Concentrated tank fire can destroy you, for example, while infantry and light vehicles left unmolested can result in things like infantry boarding you (at which point you're in trouble). Just keep in mind that you will have to shoot more than other Titans.
>Since you guys need time to digest the game mechanics, voting period will be 20 MINUTES.

>You will begin play with 9 Shield Points and 9 Hull Points.

>Feel free to ask me any questions, I'll be happy to answer.

>>30619604
*Choose one armament for each of Tankred's arms

>>30619604
>Left Arm: Vulcan Megabolter
Right Arm: Turbolaser Destructor

>>30619604
the pugio is automatically included, correct?

>>30619690
Yes. The Pugio is retractable and is automatically included in your right arm.

>>30619604
>Left: Vulcan Megabolter
>Right: Turbolaser destructor

>>30619604
is ammunition included in the selection process?

>>30619604
>Right Arm: Vulcan Megabolter
>Left Arm: Turbolaser Destructor

>>30619604
>Left Arm: Turbolaser Destructor
>Right Arm: Vulcan Megabolter

Turbolaser for Titans, Vulcan for infantry and light armor.

>>30619604
Right: Turbolaser Destuctor

left: Plasma Blastgun

Actually, while we're at this...

This is not only my first time qming, but also the first time I've tried to devise a dice-based crunch system for this sort of thing. I have experience with D&D and such, but I'm no game designer that's for sure.

This means that the crunch you're looking at now is somewhat untested. I ran some test rolls to make sure nothing catastrophic was around, but again I'm not 100% confident. To that end...

Until we get comfortable with the mechanics, would you guys prefer me to:

Openly roll here what enemy roll results are

OR

Make enemy rolls in private

If rolls are public, then you guys will be at the mercy of the dice gods...but on the other hand, no one can accuse me of cheating.

If the rolls are private, then I can spare you any dice god wrath wrought at the hands of my own incompetence and game design...but, well, that opens me up to accusations of cheating.

What say you? I'll give you guys 15 minutes to vote on this.

>>30619731

Ammunition is effectively infinite. I'll only start raising ammo concerns if you guys end up, say, operating for literally days at a time without any repair or rearming.

Example: in Dan Abnett's Titanicus, a Warlord Titan went 8 days straight without rearming, fighting the whole time, before its Vulcan Megabolter ammo ran out.

>>30619775
I have no opinion really, whatever makes for a more enjoyable experience on your end.

>>30619775
private

that way rule of cool can reach maximum potential if required

>Plasma Blastgun
>Turbolaser Destructor

>>30619775
Private. We trust you.

>>30619775
Just do things from behind your monitor. It keeps the thread from getting gummed down, and the narrative control it grants you will probably be used to our advantage as players more so than not.

>>30619604
>Turbolaser Destructor
>Vulcan Megabolter

Anti-armor and anti-infantry.

>>30619604
>Left arm: Vulcan Megabolter
>Right arm: Inferno Cannon

>>30619604
>Left Arm: Plasma Blastgun
>Right Arm: Turbolaser Destructor

>>30619775
Go private.

And really either way don't be afraid of bring the dice gods wrath upon us as it just means we will have to fight to survive.

>>30619775

Right arm: Turbolaser Destuctor

left arm: Plasma Blastgun

Basically if we ever lose the right arm I still want to be able to engage heavy targets.

>>30619604
>>Right Arm: Vulcan Megabolter
>>Left Arm: Turbolaser Destructor

>>30619604
>Right Arm: Vulcan Megabolter
>Left Arm: Turbolaser Destructor

Voting period ends. Tabulating votes...

>>30620059
Turbolaser and Vulcanmegabolter are the clear winners. There are 4 votes for Turbolaser-Left and Vulcan-Right, 2 votes for the opposite.

Writing...

"...Turbolaser Destructor and Vulcan Megabolter online, reading green."

The groaning of hydraulics reaches your ears as the lander's bay doors open. A grey, dusty atmosphere greets you, the beach beyond already filled with the red flashes of lasguns and the streaks of tracer fire.

"Reactor online, auspex online, weapons online. All systems nominal, Princeps."

This is it. Now is the time.

"Tankred..."

Your grip tightens, your teeth clench, Tankred's battle-lust claws away at your mind.

"...Walk."

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>>30620306
>Consult Tactical and Strategic auspex to your left.

Churning water laps against your iron legs as you stride towards the beach. Before you are the Iron Hands Astartes, dug into cover as exploding sand bounces off their ceramite war-plate. To their flanks are some of the elite Imperial Army regiments of the 2754th: the Karthadi, the Tung.

In front of them, several hundred meters away, the green-skinned xenos are firing from a fortified wall stretching for kilometers along the beach. A pallisade of scrap metal shelters them from Imperial and Astartes fury. Crude, fast-firing guns, as well as equally scrap-wrought artillery and even more bizarre weapons rain down on the landing forces.

A voice crackles into existence. "This is Colonel Mago of the Karthadi 5th! We have an entire company of xeno heavy armor bearing down on us! I repeat, we are engaging a company of xeno armor! Requesting reinforcement and fire-support!"

Another one speaks to you before you can reply. "This is Hetman Lao of the Tung Lancers. Pinned down by xeno gunfire, unable to maneuver. We may end up being flanked at this rate, please advise."

Only silence from the Iron Hands, but you can already see that axe-wielding xeno maniacs are upon them, swarming them and beginning to slowly push the Astartes back, even as hundreds of them die in droves.

>Choose an action:
>Concentrate fire on Ork heavy armor bearing down on the Karthadi, firing all weapons at the target (to the upper right) (roll)
>Concentrate fire on Ork infantry swarming the Iron Hands, firing all weapons at the target (center) (roll)
>Concentrate ire on Ork gunners on the seawall pinning Tung Lancers, firing all weapons at the target (lower left) (roll)
>Split fire (choose targets) (roll)
>Other action [Write-in]

>Note: you can fire different weapons at different targets in the same round. Rolls will be chosen the best of the first 3 posts bearing the appropriate rolls.

>>30620400
"Tankred," comes a voice from the vox. "Tankred, this is the Belligator. Be advised: turbulent waves and unsuitable landing sites are delaying the rest of the Pugnatores and the Perditores. For the time being, you are on your own.

Fight well, Darius."

Rolled 19, 25 = 44

>>30620400
>Split fire- turbolaser to heavy armor attacking the Karthadi, megabolter to seawall gunners. Astartes can take care of themselves.

Rolled 14, 7 = 21

>>30620400
> Split Targets
>Turbolaser to Ork heavy Armor,
>Megabolter to Ork Infantry (Hands)

>Other: Vox Lancers to take cover and hold position, we are trying to free up forces to aid them.

Rolled 35, 19 = 54

>>30620400
>Split fire (choose targets) (roll)

Iron Hands and Karthadi.

Rolled 16, 16 = 32

>>30620400
>Split fire
>Turbolaser fire on Ork heavy armor bearing down on the Karthadi, firing all weapons at the target
>Vulcan Megabolter fire on Ork gunners on the seawall pinning Tung Lancers, firing all weapons at the target

Rolled 16

>>30620400
Fire the turbo laser at the heavy armor

Fire the Vulcan at the ork infantry swarming the iron hands.

>>30620524
>>30620548
>>30620552
>>30620559

Is this 2d100 or 2d20?

Rolled 6

>>30620561
2

>>30620579
d20's based on the Pastebin.

About half of us seem to be using 20s, and the other half 100s. Some clarification would be appreciated right now.

Rolled 4, 4, 2 = 10

>>30620400
Fire the turbolaser into the armored coloum, if it does not cause damage, it will at least cause them to move to us, rather than the karthadi

fire the the vulcan to support the tung lancers

Sound the war horns to distract the orks.

>>30620400
Quick question: Wouldn't it be easier to vote and then roll?

>>30620559
It appears this gentleman has the highest roll of the first three. Nice rolls, by the way.

>>30620598
Please use d20s for rolls. Remember that each weapon can only be fired once per round, so you should only be rolling 2d20.

Also, I forgot to mention this (sorry about that): please indicate which rolled number is for which weapon.

>>30620633
That's...a good point. Can you smell the newfagness wafting from me?

In the spirit of fairness I'll keep the current votes and rolls, but from now on, we will be voting first then rolling later.

Voting period ends. Tabulating votes and rolls...

>>30620712
>>30620679
how will we deal with multiple rolls?

first to roll, or pick the best?

>>30620712
Maybe from now only Left hand will always be the first roll while right is the second.

Just for the sake of not having to say which is which.

Reminder:
>PRIMARY OBJECTIVE: DESTROY ALL ANTI-ORBITAL GUNS IN SITE PRIMARIS
>SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: SECURE LANDING SITE FOR 2754TH ELEMENTS
>TERTIARY OBJECTIVE: DESTROY ALL SKYSHIELD GENERATORS IN SITE PRIMARIS

>XENOS ENERGY DOMES (APPELLATION "SKYSHIELDS") PREVENT ORBITAL LANDINGS, GROUND ELEMENTS MUST DESTROY GENERATORS TO HAVE ACCESS TO ORBITAL BOMBARDMENT AND TIMELY REINFORCEMENT

>INTERFERENCE FROM SKYSHIELDS DISRUPT LONG-RANGE AUSPEX AND VOX, EXTREME CAUTION ADVISED

>>30620741
For multiple rolls:

I will be picking the best of the first 3 posts. Since we'll be rolling 2d20 usually, it'll look like this:

16, 20

15, 21

14, 26

In this case, for the right hand column (right hand weapon), 26 will be chosen since that was the highest number of the 3 posts. For the left hand column, 16 will be chosen since that was the highest left weapon roll from the 3 posts.

Does this make sense? Feel free to ask if it's confusing.

>>30620744
We'll be going with this from now on. Left rolls = left weapon, right rolls = right weapon.

>>30620809
That makes sense to me.

>>30620809
I have a vital question: is there any intelligence indicating that the Ork orbital guns can be turned on ground targets?

>>30620845
better question:

Will the orks try it out, or is the navy a good enough fight?

>>30620845
Intelligence indicates that the orbital guns are almost useless for anti-ground use. That said, this being Orks they may still try.

>>30620863
The bulk of the Fleet is busy trying to dodge or keep out of reach of said orbital guns. One of the reasons you are being landed by amphibious boats is because the usual landing ships can't fly down there.

>>30620863
Since the skyshields negate orbital bombardment, we're the more pressing threat at the moment. Orks do have brains, although that cockney accent gives little indication of it. So yes, they probably will try it, even if they have to rip the guns out of their mountings to do it.
Plus, watching a Titan get a massive hole blasted through its torso is more fun than watching dots wink out on an auspex screen.

>>30620784
>>30620907
how vulnerable are the sky shields to large amounts of particulate stresses?

Rolled 6, 18 = 24

>>30620400

Splitfire - Megabolter to the Ork Infanty on the Seawall, Turbolaser on Ork Armor bearing down on the Tung Lancers.

>>30620809
Uh, that 14 and 26 were d100 rolls. Other that that, I get what you mean.

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>>30620940
...explain.
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>Firing in support of Tung Lancers, Karthadi

Moderati, firing solutions now."

"Firing solution calculated, eye. All weapons ready to fire."

"Firing..."

Yours is death-spitter. Yours is life-ender. Yours is a torrent of exploding rapid-fired shells and laser bolts thicker than a man's torso. You spit a torrent of shells at the sea-wall, sending much of the scrap tumbling down and many Orks with it. Your laser-bolts, meanwhile, into the crude Ork tanks, vaporising two. The sheer heat of the Turbolaser cripples another five.

The xenos are still numberless, but your fury has made them falter. The blistering fire from the sea-wall weakens, while the Ork armor turns to you. Seeing this, the Karthadi and Tung leap at the chance.

"Men of Tung, now, now now! Much appreciated, Tankred." In the distance, you see the Tung Lancers surge forward, running from cover to cover.

The Karthadi, meanwhile, also make their way towards the sea-wall, though some of them peel off to assist the Iron Hands.

The Iron Hands are still fending off the Ork infantry, though Karthadi assistance is easing the burden.

>Choose an action:
>Give fire-support to the Tung, help them capture that part of the sea-wall
>Help the Iron Hands, we will need Astartes to breach the sea-wall
>Give fire-support to the Karthadi
>Dance away from the Ork armor while firing
>Charge the Ork armor
>[write-in]

>Note: the Ork armored column is damaged but still has a good number of tanks (~15)

>>30620929

We should have plenty of warning, and we have wisely selected the Turbolaser - we only need to be 4km away to start firing on the Skyshields.

We should attempt to bring them down ASAP for proper air support.

>>30621028
>Help the Iron Hands, we will need Astartes to breach the sea-wall

Megabolter.

>Give fire-support to the Tung, help them capture that part of the sea-wall

Turbolaser aimed at the wall.

>>30621062
Seconding.

>>30621028

Fire support to the Tung - Ork armor is a more pressing danger to both us and our Titan allies who are still en-route, we should fire the Turbo laser at the remaining Ork tanks.

>>30621028
With a large amount of dust that will be most likely kicked up, the shield may get hit with it, causing stresses at every collision point. If a significant amount is kicked up, then it acts like a cluster warhead. worse for the shield is if the dust is energized by all the fun eletro weapons mucking about.

>>30621095
second

>>30621028
Turbolaser Destructor against Ork armored column, Tung side. Where exactly is the column located?

Megabolter to help Iron Hands.

>>30621028
Megabolter to assist the Astartes, Turbolaser to reduce the remaining ork armor. Our first priority is to eliminate threats to ourself and then support the infantry.

>>30621028
Fire upon the ork armor

Help the Iron Hands

"Dodge" as appropriate to make it so the ork Armour has trouble hitting us.

Voting ends. Tabulating and writing...

>>30621260
also, when will the next session be?

tomorrow at the same time?

Winner: Megabolter helping Iron Hands, Turbolaser on Orks.

Roll 2d20. 1st number will be Turbolaser, 2nd number will be Megabolter. I will be picking the best rolls from the 1st 3 posts.

Rolled 4, 14 = 18

>>30621376
You don't use critical failures, do you?

>>30621376
Err, Turbolaser on Ork armor that is.

Rolled 17, 20 = 37

>>30621376

Rolled 6, 18 = 24

>>30621376

Rolling.

Also, props to QM for the level of preparedness you're bringing to the table. I really appreciate it.

Rolled 11, 1 = 12

>>30621376

Rolled 1, 11 = 12

>>30621376

Rolled 4, 7 = 11

>>30621376

Rolled 17, 17 = 34

>>30621410
woo

Rolled 14, 16 = 30

>>30621410
THE EMPEROR PROTECTS!

>>30621410
Eeeeeeexcellent.

>>30621400
Not at the moment. At some point (probably the next thread) I might leave whether you guys want criticals or not up to vote.

>>30621420
>>30621424

Thank God I rolled before you fuckers did, lol

Rolled 11, 16 = 27

>>30621443
>>30621450
>>30621433

>TANKRED ENDURES

Rolling end. Writing...

>>30621480
The tactical auspex isn't showing the seawall. Does it stretch along the entire coast?

>>30621514
It stretches along the coast between where the Imperial/Astartes forces and the Orks are. I left it out since the auspex maps were getting a bit cluttered.

Speaking of which: apologies in advance if my posts are slow during battles. I draw the auspex maps on Inkscape, and I'm not very good with the program so I end up taking a good bit of time to draw up new stuff.

>>30621726
No worries.

If anything I look forward to see how the battle progress from our perspective and how it changes overall on the maps

"Tankred, be advised: the Belligator and the Gladius are moments away from landing."

"Compliance, Lord Herrax, we will sweep the beaches of vermin for your arrival."

You decide that the Astartes may require some fire-support--the Karthadi are skilled, but there are quite a few Orks assaulting them. It also seems that the Karthadi supporting the Iron Hands have interposed themselves between you and the Ork armored column.

No matter.

Your Megabolter chews apart the Ork infantry, tearing gaping holes in their teeming mass. The entire horde visibly falters as scores of them are cut down in moments. Through magnification, you can see the Iron Hands commander raise his crackling sword, urging his Astartes to continue their unrelenting fury.

The Ork armor column is practically lanced in twain by your Turbolaser, the red bolt searing through the air into the column's midst. What appears to be the lead tank--or at least, the crudest and gaudiest one one--vanishes into steaming metal along with eight of its compatriots. A handful of them manage to volley off shots from their cannons before their demise.

You barely feel their blows. Rounds that rend even Astartes in war-plate are mere pinpricks to you, your Void Shield sending the shots screaming into the Immaterium. One gets lucky and manages to land a clean shot...but then, God-Engines are not called such if a single tank round could truly harm them.

"Void Shields hit, but stable," sings Cuugo.

The few remaining pieces of Ork armor finally veer off, having lost the heart to fight. Astartes and Karthadi alike move in to more secure positions.

"Tankred, this is Lord Herrax. The Belligator and Gladius have landed. Well fought, my good son."

Heavy Void-Shield returns and heat-wash to the North-East: indeed, two of the Pugnatores have landed.

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>>30622025

[2/2]

"Ha! Nicely done, Darius. It's good to know Lord Herrax and I won't be needing to hold your hand like a novitiate for this level of work."

The guns of Belligator and Gladius are already blazing, annihilating the eastern portion of sea-wall near where they landed. You can see the bulk of the Ork forces retreating, with only those opposing the Tung on the west remaining; these, in turn, were being flanked by advancing Iron Hands armor.

The first phase of Eagle's Landing, it seems, has come to an end.

>Choose a response:

>"Of course, Servatus, easy work for even a Warhound. Don't hesitate to vox if need assistance walking across the beach, I know old Princeps have trouble with sand." (Informal)
>"The briefing was clear enough; we're fortunate that Unraed's Tacticae are competent, even if their Cyning is...less so." (Humble)
>Other [Write-in]

>>30622053
Er, I fethed up the map. One sec...

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>>30622053
Let's try that again...

>>30622053
>"The briefing was clear enough; we're fortunate that Unraed's Tacticae are competent, even if their Cyning is...less so." (Humble)

>>30622053
>"The briefing was clear enough; we're fortunate that Unraed's Tacticae are competent, even if their Cyning is...less so." (Humble)

>>30622053
>Informal

>>30622053

>Humble

No need to get cocky yet, this was the easiest part of the mission.

Clear up the remaining Ork armor we have any clear shots and advance with our Titan brethren.

>>30622053
humble

we can get cocky when we are done

>>30622185
crap it is midnight local time for me

any thoughts on when nest thread will be?

Voting end. Writing...

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Post 14:

>The briefing was clear enough; we're fortunate that Unraed's Tacticae are competent, even if their Cyning is...less so." (Humble)

"Ha! Well said--"

"Er, apologies for interrupting, Princeps," says Cuugo, the pitch of his voice raised by concern. "Forward auspex from Karthadi elements indicates xeno forces incoming."

Servatus barks out a laugh. "What, more xeno armor? We won't need the rest of Pugnatores for some xeno armor, much less the Annihilators."

Mistra listens in on the vox as well. "Not xeno armor, Princeps."

"Then what?"

The Manifold whispers to you, feeding you data through your enhanced senses. The Karthadi...the Karthadi are retreating. No, not retreating--all but fleeing, running as fast as they can.

"Speak, Moderati Ossea."

"Titans, Princeps. Several of them."

"New auspex contact!" calls out Cuugo. "More xeno Titans, from the north! Interference from the Skyshield generators were masking their returns, but here they come!"

"The Contus and the Clibanarius report they are ten minutes away from beach-fall! Perditores fifteen minutes from beach-fall!"

Throughout it all, you hear one voice.

"And now..." says Lord Herrax. His voice is strangely soft; it is as though he is speaking to a frightened child. "And now, the true battle begins."


THREAD END
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That's all for today's thread, folks! This was my first time ever running a quest, and I must say that I had an excellent time. I'm especially appreciative that you guys made such excellent posts: I've heard the horror stories about trolls shitting up new quest threads, but it looks like those stories were more than exaggerated. Again, thanks for the great time! I hope you enjoyed it.

My twitter: https://twitter.com/TwiceBornQM

>>30622323
I will endeavor to run again at the same time tomorrow, 7:00 PM Eastern Time.

...hopefully I'll have the energy to pull it off...juggling a full-time job and this is not super fun.

Archiving...

>>30622501
Thanks for running.

>>30622501
Thanks for running this!

It's a good start I have to say and I look forward to fighting off the orks.

>>30622501
Thanks for the run, it's been fun!

>>30622501
Thanks for the thread!

>>30622501
see you tomorrow!

>>30622501
Thanks for the thread.
Best thing about the Turbolaser is the range. 4km. We'll probably be able to engage first.

>>30622501
Thanks for running this as it's been great fun.

Not sure if you did it for this thread, but despite what might happen in there feel free to post that you are running this in the QTG.

Thanks again for playing!

Archive link:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=WH40k%20Titan%20Quest

>>30622694
do not forget to vote for thread!