>>1040639
>Q'ruk Vesaeti
>A) An Imperial Guardsman, who once fought for the Emperor, but now fights for the glory of Chaos.
>C) You would've stayed faithful, but a fellow man showed you the way.
>B) A verdant and fertile Agri World.
>C) You follow Slannesh, the Dark Prince of Chaos!

>>1040639
>Damian, just Damian
A) An Imperial Guardsman, who once fought for the Emperor, but now fights for the glory of Chaos.
A) You lost your faith in the rotting corpse Emperor.
C) A complacent and peaceful Civilized World.
D) You follow Tzeentch, the Changer of Ways!

>>1040639
Alaric
C) A Corrupt Priest, who once preached the virtues of the Emperor to the unwashed masses, but now eloquently guides them to Chaos.
A) You lost your faith in the rotting corpse Emperor.
B) A verdant and fertile Agri World.
E) You follow all of them, Chaos Undivided!

>>1040675
>>1040717
>>1040743

Hail Chaos! This Quest has three posters, and it hasn't yet begun!

>>1040743

I know nothing's been decided yet, but looking at this, I notice that the choice letters form the word Cabe, which might be good last name for a Chaos Priest. Alaric Cabe, Chaos Undivided, my creative juices are tingling...

Whichever suggestion has the most votes in roughly one-two hours will be chosen. I say roughly one-two hours because Chaos cannot be expected to adhere to a precise schedule!

>>1040639
>A) An Imperial Guardsman, who once fought for the Emperor, but now fights for the glory of Chaos.
>C) You would've stayed faithful, but a fellow man showed you the way.
>A) A backwards and superstitious Feudal World.
>E) You follow all of them, Chaos Undivided!

>>1040639
>A) An Imperial Guardsman, who once fought for the Emperor, but now fights for the glory of Chaos.
>C) You would've stayed faithful, but a fellow man showed you the way.
>C) A complacent and peaceful Civilized World.
>D) You follow Tzeentch, the Changer of Ways!

>>1040675
this

>>1040675
>>1041271

> 2 Votes for Q'ruk Vesaeti the Slanneshi Traitor Guardsman.

>>1040717

> 1 Vote for Damian the Tzeentchian Traitor Guardsman.

>>1040743

> 1 Vote for Alaric the Corrupt Priest of Chaos Undivided.

>>1041236

> 1 Vote for a nameless Traitor Guardsmen of Chaos Undivided.

>>1041254

> 1 Vote for a nameless Tzeentchian Traitor Guardsman.

I have to say, I was expecting more votes, but alright. Looks like we're Q'ruk Vesaeti, the Slanneshi Traitor Guardsman who was led astray by a fellow man who endeavors to bring the Glory of Chaos to a verdant and fertile Agri World!

I'll get to writing the first update soon. This Quest won't get too /d/epraved, though we're a follower of Slannesh, and certain things are bound to happen, which I'll be keeping off-screen, barring special circumstances.

>>1041799
All right. Nice dubs.

You are Q'ruk Vesaeti, formerly an Imperial Guardsman, and more recently a zealous follower of Slaanesh. You seek and desire to gain perfection in all things, and enjoy the multitude of excessive pleasures the galaxy has to offer. You were once blind and foolish, shackled to the dull dogma of the Emperor, and served as an Imperial Guardsman in the uncreatively named Legions of Ure, drafted from Ure, an arid and harsh desert world, that bred harsh men.

The Legions of Ure had no specialty, fighting however and wherever it deemed fitting. You were no one special, a mere grunt foot-soldier, one among hundreds of thousands, but you tried your best to do your duty. Glad to be away from Ure, you fought well in almost half a dozen engagements, and became hardened to the terrors of the galaxy. You resigned yourself to your fate; you'd fight your entire life, and one day die on alien soil, faraway from home, never accomplishing anything noteworthy, never doing anything but repeat, wash, rinse, repeat, and one day die. If only you knew.

One day, the Legion's flagship, The Righteous Cause, docked at a small, insignificant Agri World on the frontier of the Segmentum Obscurus to rest after a long and bloody campaign against an Orkish uprising. Many lightyears away from the Eye of Terror, orbiting a small gas giant, Yemaya 3 is a cozy enough world, somewhat primitive compared to the rest of the Imperium, but by no means feral, its people are hospitable and grateful for the Imperial Guard's protection.

You did what most Guardsmen on leave do, and spent a good two weeks getting drunk and regaling locals with tales of your exploits with your fellows. You were due to leave to fight and possibly die in some hellhole in another month, so you spent every night like it could be your last.

One night, you abandoned your usual companions and hit up a small bar in some quaint little town whose name you never bothered to learn, to get drunk with what little Throne Gelt you had. It was a nice enough place, completely empty, save the barkeep and a rather attractive young lady named Ellyn, who was delighted to buy you drinks and hear all about your war stories.

> Cont.

>>1042314

After an hour or so things started getting hazy, and in retrospect, the strange tasting beer should've tipped you off, but there's no going back now. You woke up tied to a chair in a surprisingly comfortable dark basement. An authoritative, grey-haired man sat next to you in a plush recliner. He introduced himself as Zamiel Cudan, a local philosopher, and explained that The Righteous Cause left without you a month earlier, and that you'd be staying here, to learn about local customs. As could be expected, you uttered several grotesque obscenities and spit in his face, only becoming more infuriated when he chuckled in response.

He got up, and left without a word, locking you in the basement. Every day after that, a man wearing what looked a sack on his head would bring you bread and water, and every night, or afternoon, you lost track of time after a while, Zamiel would sit-down and talk to you about the Emperor. At first, you hated the bastard's guts, and wanted nothing more than to strangle him, but he's a pretty likable fellow and a damned smooth talker, and after a little while, you began to like him.

When a week or so had gone by, he cut your bindings and gave you free reign over the unfurnished concrete basement, and you began to look forward to his talks more and more. In the dark, cold, and quite dry basement, with nothing else to think about, you began to ponder his words, and they started to get to you, more and more every day.

Why DO you serve the Emperor when he gives you nothing in return? Why DO you worship him when you've never seen him in person, let alone seen him work any kind of miracle? Never-mind the Corpse God, what DO you want out of life? What's in it for YOU?

After two weeks of stewing over it, you finally broke down and asked Zamiel for the answers, for the reason behind it all, and he replied with something you couldn't quite dismiss. He said, in no uncertain terms, that Pleasure and Perfection are the only things worth working for in life, and his words resonated with you. As the days passed, Zamiel's talks became less about the failings of the Emperor, and more about Pleasure, Perfection, and what you could do to gain them.

In the darkness that cold and dry basement, you couldn't bring yourself to stop thinking about it, and after a while, craving it, and finally, you gave in and asked Zamiel for the answer. And he replied with something you couldn't quite dismiss. He spoke of the Warp and the entities within it, he spoke of their Godlike power, and of how they gave unimaginable power to those who followed them well enough, and hinted, ever so slightly, that a certain Warp entity might just be able to feed your desires.

> Cont.

>>1042314
>>1042325

You felt an unimaginable hunger in your very soul, and demanded that he tell you the name of this God of Pleasure and Perfection, or you'd tear him apart with your bare hands, and Zamiel grinned, and uttered a single word.

> "Slaanesh."

And it touched your soul with an almost rapturous ecstasy, the barest whisper of infinite bliss, tantalizingly reaching into you for the slightest of instants, before vanishing completely, only to return as if you could feel it in the air, and you broke. You fell to your knees and howled at the top of your lungs, that you would give up your life, all of your worldly possessions, even your eternal soul if only that Pleasure would not leave you. The feelings only intensified, and were never enough, always shifting and flitting over and through you, and you sobbed tears of envious hate, before Zamiel laid his hand on your shoulder and told you what you had to do.

You hesitated only the slightest instant as you wrenched the ritual dagger from Zamiel's hand, and cut your wrist with it, spilling blood onto the floor, swearing all of the days of your life, your lifeblood itself, and even your eternal soul to Slaanesh, and you woke up. All of a sudden, everything seemed clear, rich, and whole. The rough, grainy hardness of the concrete floor, the dry dust floating through the air, even the darkness itself seemed to welcome you, and you collapsed, rolling and laughing, tears of joy streaming down your face, as you babbled senseless ecstasy.

Almost three hours of pure, unbridled, perfect bliss must've passed before Zamiel stopped you. "Welcome to the Faith, brother. There is more to come, rise out of the darkness and be made whole." You stood, knees shaking and nodded with intense passion, and he led you out of the basement, and into a new life.

A small room awaited you, a table covered in delicacies and scented candles, the floor covered in vibrant rugs, and soft pillows, and the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen beckoning you. Zamiel patted you on the back, and left you to attend to other business. As for you, you feasted.

After the best night of your life, you awakened, and sensuously untangled yourself from the soft, warm flesh of the woman you'd never met, but knew oh so closely, and sat up. Zamiel stood, holding a set of clothes and your Lasgun, not reacting in the slightest to the nakedness of either of you. He set your equipment on the ground, and speaks, "I trust last night lived up to your expectations?" You give an incoherent, slack-jawed nod. "Marvelous. I'll be needing you in half an hour, get ready and meet me in the main room."

> Cont.

>>1042314
>>1042325
>>1042333

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you to the current moment. Ugh, you've got such a headache, and you can hardly tell the pain apart from bliss. If all of the wine last night was any indication, you're definitely better off this way.

> Ah, you should probably start getting ready soon, but do you want to do anything first?

> Q'ruk Vesaeti

> 0/5 Favor

> Status:
> Healthy

> Skills:
> Rifles: Lv 5
> General Combat: Lv 4

> Equipment:
> You're naked.

>>1042339
>Get dress and go to the main room
I missed that last part.

>>1042339
>Get dressed and leave

>>1042339
Find qt slaaneshi grils to fug.

>>1042339
>get dressed and go to the main room

>>1042339
get dressed and see the man

Well, it looks like this time you're a Chaos Mook. With careful planning, plenty of luck, and a bit of divine intervention, perhaps you'll rise through the ranks and become a Chaos Lord in your own right, or perhaps even ascend to Daemonhood! Or perhaps you'll die horribly due to circumstances far beyond your control and suffer eternal damnation. Only time can tell.

>>1041990

Many thanks, Anon.

>>1042412
>>1042419
>>1042429
>>1042443

4 Votes to get dressed and see Zamiel Cudan,

>>1042425

And 1 Vote to bump uglies with the nearest attractive Slaaneshi woman.

Updating now...

You'd better get dressed and see Zamiel, but, looking at the naked body of the sleeping lady reminds you, first things first...

> [30 or so minutes of sweaty, spontaneous intercourse later...]

You're standing, wearing some of the finest fabrics you've ever touched and your clothes feel heavenly were they touch your skin, The metallic stock of the Lasgun, cold, and hard, feels blissful as you grip it, and the Slaaneshi woman, exhausted from your vigorous pounding, sleeps once more. You help yourself to a plateful of leftover delicacies, and then another plate, and then another, because why not indulge yourself.

When you've finished "breakfast" you walk outside of the room, into a hallway. There are several doors on the walls, most of them undoubtedly leading to more bedrooms, judging by the delightful smell and grunting noises. You make your way through the structure and are greeted by several wide-eyed, smiling, scantily clothed men and women as you walk.

More than one pair of feminine eyes admire your honed soldier's physique, and one redhead bites her lip at the sight of you. You're already spent and on urgent business, so you deny their advances. The interior is well lit, and colorfully painted. There's sweet-smelling smoke in the air, and a soft, oh so soft, carpet beneath your feet.

Finally, after asking for directions, you reach the main room. The main room appears to be Zamiel's office, though it's more of a suite. An unconscious stunning blonde draped over some throw pillows, a silver statue, a small chandelier, a black leather sofa, and a bookcase all decorate the room. Zamiel Cudan himself sits behind an expensive desk, smoking a pipe and reading some sort of thick hardback book.

When he sees you, he closes it immediately, and gestures at you to sit at the plush recliner facing his desk. "Sit, sit, close the door on your way in. Don't mind Ninke, she's my, ah... personal assistant. Q'ruk, we need to talk."

Your eyes stop wandering and come to rest on Zamiel's face. It's so angular and faded, it's really quite somethi-, "Stop staring at me, I know you're new, and it's hard not to, but you need to listen. My name is Zamiel Cudan, you may call me Sir, Lord, or Mr. Cudan, whichever you prefer."

"Uh, alright." "Good, good, now, you're the first Imperial Guardsman the Gilded Touch has had the good fortune of acquiring," "What's the Gilded Touch?" "Hmm? It's the name of our, ah... organization. As I was saying, you're the first Imperial Guardsman the Gilded Touch has had the good fortune of acquiring, do you know what that means?"

> Cont.

>>1042802

"N-no." "That means you're the only one in the Gilded Touch with formal military training, which means you can train others, who can train others, who can train others," "And so on, and so on, until we can takeover the world, right?" "Exactly! You're not nearly as dimwitted as you look! Haha, I'm only joking, pardon me. Either way, I, we, need your services. You're going to train a sizable force of at 20 hand-picked individuals to at least PDF standard within a month, you'll be given a fitting reward upon completion. Any questions?"

> (write-in)

>>1040639
Hey, you're back. With a reboot....?

>>1042807
>No sir
Time to train them to be loyal to us so we can take over

>>1042807
First we gotta get everyone to do strength and endurance training

HAVE EVERYBODY RUN LAPS AROUND THE VILLAGE, THAT RUNNERS HIGH MUST FEEL SO GOOD

>>1042807
>sure, why not.

>>1042807
>No, sir.

>>1042816

Yes, and yes. I'm sorry I abandoned the old Quest, but the material realm reared its ugly head, and I was unable to update for awhile, and I lost all inspiration. In celebration of Cadia's demise, I've decided to start a new Quest with the same premise, in the same canon, which means Tooth Talibah, Jorgin Thesna, and the Frateris De Veritas may be making a cameo at some point.

Things have gotten better and rest assured, I won't be abandoning this Quest to the void anytime soon.

>>1042868
Is the bandit lord quest also scrapped?

>>1042933

Sadly, yes. It became too large for me to manage with what little time I had. Eventually my inspiration left me, and I couldn't continue the Quest any longer. I know you understand, I just hope you don't resent me for it.

>>1042992
Nah it's cool mate. Looking forward to this new quest.

Old faithful of the Frateris Veritas here. So glad you got started up again. I like how this one is going.

>>1042807
>"I'll do my best, but asking for professional-level soldiers is a bit much, isn't it?"

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>>1042868
CADIA HAS FALLEN?

>>1042807
>"They will learn to love the pain."

>"Any Questions?"
>How much equipment do we have to train them with and what will we be able to supply them with once their training is completed?

>>1043178

Glad to have you friend.

>>1043460

Yes, oh, yes...

>>1042819
>>1042832
>>1042834
>>1043357
>>1043469

OK, I'm updating now.

"No sir, er, I'll do my best, but asking for professional-level soldiers is a bit much, isn't it?" Zamiel grins, "We strive for nothing less than Perfection is Eyes of Slaanesh, Q'ruk. Do not doubt me, all will become clear in time. Do you have any actual questions?"

"Yes sir, how much equipment do we have to train them with, and what will be able to supply them with once their training is completed?" "For the most part, we only have access to bolt action hunting rifles, though we have access to several Autoguns, and antiquated Lasguns, purchased through the black market." "I, I think I can work with that." "Excellent, excellent, now listen closely."

> Over the next few hours, Zamiel Cudan's wondrous, melodious voice explains the finer details of the Gilded Touch. The Cult started almost four years ago, when Slaanesh appeared to Zamiel in his dreams. Zamiel was once a Priest of the Emperor, and is extremely charismatic, allowing him to convert men and women to Slaanesh with relative ease.

> At first, Zamiel Cudan focused on simple Pleasure, and the small Cult spent its time indulging in carnal delights and illicit narcotics, but as time passed, these lost their novelty, and Zamiel's ambition began to grow. He decided that the Gilded Touch would come to rule Yemaya 3 one way or another, and began to focus the Cult's efforts on world domination.

> Yemaya 3, like most planets, is ruled by a Planetary Governor. There are twelve mostly autonomous states on Yemaya 3 that almost never fight, apart from competing against one another in the annual athletics competition. Each of these states is ruled by an elected official. The position of Governor on Yemaya 3 is hereditary, and Governor Titus Kremple is inbred to the point of retardation, and is relatively harmless. The state-heads rule in a council, in Titus's place. The Gilded Touch is focused in the state of Ayet.

> The Cult numbers almost 12,000, Yemaya 3 has a population of well over 800 million loyalists, but it's a start. They've spread their influence fairly wide, they have a hand in the vast majority of the narcotics and prostitute trade that goes on in the region, and several low-ranking officials have pledged eternal loyalty to Slaanesh. Zamiel estimates that they'll covertly rule the state within two years, provided they're able to kill the right men and ensure their Slaaneshi agents rise in the ranks. To do that, they need skilled fighters.

> Only a handful of the Cult have PDF Training, and even they haven't been on active service in a decade. Zamiel had been planning on infiltrating the PDF, but then you showed up, as the answer to all of their problems. The building you're in is part of an isolated compound in the northern mountains, where the Cult grows most of its cannabis and tobacco. Most of the Cult lives here, and the Cult's connections with local officials ensures that no one comes to investigate their activities.

> Cont.

>>1043748

> The majority of the Cult is made up of the former underclass, and dregs of society, as they wouldn't be missed if they disappeared up in the mountains. A few families have joined the Cult, and work to covertly spread hedonism and Pleasure in their neighborhoods, tilling fertile soil for Zamiel to plant the seeds of corruption. They're all fanatically loyal to Zamiel Cudan, and see him as a Prophet of Slaanesh, which may or may not be true, but he can certainly sell it either way.

Zamiel finishes speaking, "I trust my explanation has proven satisfactory?" "Absolutely," "And you can begin to train the men?" "They will learn to love the pain." "I doubt they need much training in that department, but I like the way you think." "When can I start?" "Let's say, tomorrow morning, it's almost nightfall, and there's no point in beginning the training program in the late afternoon." "Uh, Alright. What do I do in the meantime?" Zamiel grins. "Whatever you want. I'll expect you functional by tomorrow, but apart from that, whatever strikes your fancy."

> What do you want to do tonight? (Choose Three or less)

> Tour the compound and examine its defenses.
> Inspect the men you'll be training. Diligence is the first step to Perfection, after all.
> Inspect the storehouse and armory, you need to know what you'll be working with.
> Talk around and get a feel for how the Gilded Touch operates.
> Just go to sleep, and get to it all in the morning.
> Indulge in debauched Pleasures, everything else can wait. (write-in)
> Something else entirely, (write-in)

> Q'ruk Vesaeti

> 0/5 Favor

> Status:
> Healthy

> Skills:
> Rifles: Lv 5
> General Combat: Lv 4

> Equipment:
> Fine Clothes, (worn)
> Lasgun
> Combat Knife

>>1043751
> Tour the compound and examine its defenses.
> Inspect the men you'll be training. Diligence is the first step to Perfection, after all.
> Talk around and get a feel for how the Gilded Touch operates.
What quest did you run before?

>>1043755
Sounds good, we had plenty of pleasure last night. Time to work towards perfection at this side too.

>>1043755

Enjoy the archives.

> http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Harbinger%20Of%20Doom

>>1043751
>Tour the compound and examine its defenses.
>Inspect the men you'll be training. Diligence is the first step to Perfection, after all. And sex them
>Talk around and get a feel for how the Gilded Touch operates.

>>1043755
>>1043772
>>1043846

So, you want to, tour the compound and examine its defenses, inspect the men you'll be training, and talk around and get a feel for how the Gilded Touch operates? I'm updating now.

>>1043847
Yes

As much as you'd like to drown yourself is unimaginable ecstasy and untold pleasures, you've got work to do, and there'll be time for that later. You shoulder your Lasgun, nod to Zamiel, and leave his office, taking care not to step on Ninke, entering the hallway. You're in no hurry, so you leisurely stroll throughout the structure, taking care to explore each and every nook, corner, and cranny, before leaving to take a look at the rest of the compound.

You discover that the compound extends over almost two hundred acres of arable mountain land, shaped in a somewhat rectangular shape, surrounded by a thin barbed wire fence. The fields are covered with patches of narcotic weed, psychedelic mushrooms, and fine tobacco, along with the occasional wheat and barley. The fields are tended by a disorganized group of almost naked men and women, who are careful to walk around any of their fellow cultists copulating in the fields. You even see a few young children tilling and harvesting, probably a side effect of the Gilded Touch's recreational activities.

The compound has a fortified area in the center, an eight foot tall, two feet wide rockcrete wall surrounds what looks like it could be a small town. Several dozen one story houses made of log, plank wood, and sheet metal are arrayed in a fairly neat pattern, and several large, long, two story rockcrete structures along the fortified area's outskirts serve as watch towers and storage spaces. At the exact center of the settlement lies an enormous, seemingly durable, and beautifully constructed three story tall building made of rockcrete, sheet metal, and sturdy logs.

> Cont.

>>1043950


A dozen or so civilian trucks and a handful of semi trucks are parked outside of the fortified area, and are supposedly used to transport the compound's "product" to their dealers, as well as the occasional crop of actual food to a trading post, to avoid suspicion. Apart from the farm equipment, these are the only vehicles the Cult has at its disposal. Only the most loyal Cultists are permitted to drive them, and the Cult as a whole is trapped at the compound. Not that they mind, of course.

You do some chatting and manage to build up a rough idea of how the Gilded Touch operates. There's no strict hierarchy, but there is a chain of command.

> At the top is Zamiel Cudan. He gives orders and edicts to everyone below him, and rules with an iron fist, though he's fair and somewhat benevolent when it suits him.

> Below Zamiel Cudan are his enforcers, the Cult's most skilled fighters. They take orders from Zamiel Cudan and occasionally go on missions outside of the compound, usually to guard dealers or hit a rival drug plantation. Mostly, they remain guarding the compound, getting high, and doing whatever, or whoever, they feel like doing at the moment. There are roughly 100 of these, and you suppose you classify as an enforcer.

> Below the enforcers are the Cult's most useful people, the farm overseers, professional sex workers, particularly attractive women, drug manufacturers, and drug sellers. They make up little over 1/5th of the Cult.

> Below the Cult's most useful people are the rabble. The horde of unskilled, expendable nobodies who keep the Cult running, the farm workers, grunt laborers, and newer, and less loyal recruits.

When you've learned a thing or two about the leadership structure, you decide you might as well see the men you'll be training. You command one of the farm workers to tell the men Q'ruk Vesaeti wants to see them, and feel somewhat giddy seeing the man scurry to fulfill your commands. You used to be on the bottom, but now you're on top of things, and it's a feeling you could get used to.

Almost an hour later, your men have gathered. They're strong and lean from constant exercise and farm labor, and seem like they could be quite menacing if they wanted to be, or if they weren't drunk or stoned. They're carrying bolt action hunting rifles for the most part, but several of them carry Autoguns and old, weathered Lasguns slung over their shoulders. They seem somewhat irritated that you bothered them so late, but are happy enough to take orders from you.

Satisfied, you dismiss them and they leave to go back to whatever they were doing earlier. As for you, you go to bed with the redhead that was admiring you earlier. She is quite soft, thick, and tight, and her moans are music to your ears. Laying on top of her, your body throbbing with bliss, you think to yourself, "Why didn't I convert to Chaos any sooner?"

> Cont.

>>1043950
>>1043955

You wake up before dawn, and get dressed, some habits are hard to break. You spend a few minutes absentmindedly fondling your bedfellow's body before you leave to work. You think a bit to yourself, "Was her name Jesi, or was it Becky?" You spend another half hour tracking down and waking up your men, who don't seem to be half as disciplined as you. Scattering themselves across the compound haphazardly, some not even keeping their weapons clean and loaded? Disgusting, and only a few among the many bad habits you'll have to dispose of.

You and your men are gathered outside of the compound. They're standing in a rough double line formation, and you stand facing them. The sun's barely risen, its warm light tingling your skin, today should be a nice, hot, summer day, perfect for beating these men into a decent fighting force.

> How do you go about training them?

> Q'ruk Vesaeti

> 0/5 Favor

> Status:
> Healthy

> Skills:
> Rifles: Lv 5
> General Combat: Lv 4

> Equipment:
> Fine Clothes, (worn)
> Lasgun
> Combat Knife

> Troops:

> 20 Untrained Slaaneshi Rabble

>>1043959
>The standard boot camp regiment: Lots of running, crawling, climbing and swimming if there's a water source
>Cleaning and learning how to properly take care of your weapons
>Team exercises
>Group worshipping and indulging in pleasure afterward if they do good
>Punishment if they do not

>>1043988
>Cleaning and learning how to properly take care of your weapons
>Group worshipping and indulging in pleasure afterward if they do good
>Punishment if they do not

>>1043959
Lets start with basics. Address them, tell the rabble that you are going to refine them into perfection.

They seem to be in pretty good shape, so lets focus on taking care of equipment and see that they start acting like soldiers.

>>1043988
>>1043995
>>1044023

You want to get them started on a physical regimen of running, crawling, climbing, and swimming, and focus on drilling them on cleaning and taking care of their weapons, and working as a team? I'm updating now.

>>1043959
Start them with basic drill and divide them into two 50ish man platoons with five 10 man squads, assign two temporary platoon leaders and ten squad leaders, reassign those positions as the more capable show themselves fit. Spread the better weapons out evenly and make sure they change hands often so everyone becomes familiar with a variety of weapons. Assign one ex PDF trooper as your personal assistant. House them separately from the rabble, start every day at dawn, the day can end when/if you feel they have earned rest.

Something just came up, and I won't be able to update for now.

>>1044176
Aww, man. See you later and thank you for running for a bit.

>>1044176
Dang, can't wait to see you back on!

[13+2=15]
((+2, due to their respect of Q'ruk's ability.))

Your men are arrayed before you, you clear your throat, and give what you think is a rousing speech, telling them that you are going to refine them until they are nothing less than Perfect, and awaken their true potential. And that you'll all start by running laps around the compound.

Like most soldier recruits, they groan and mumble complaints, but they follow your orders. You run behind them, yelling insults and demeaning the pathetic sad sacks of shit they call bodies when it seems like anyone of them is flagging behind, just like your old drill sergeant on Ure! It seems to work, enraging them, and forcing them to continue for the sake of their pride.

Two hours and Slaanesh knows how many laps later, you're all standing where you started, drenched in sweat, and that runner's high is so much better than you expected. The sweat, sliding down your chest, the air, entering your panting lungs, everything is so much more vivid than you could've imagined back in the old days. You were blind, and now everything seems clear!

You wait fifteen minutes, and tell the men that they'll be crawling laps around the compound this time. They all groan and a few of them glare at you, but a grin and smooth gesture with your Lasgun quiets any dissent. Roughly one hour and forty-five minutes later, two of the men have collapsed and say they can't keep going. You convince them otherwise.

When two hours have passed, the men stand, panting, almost to the brink of tears, when you inform them that they'll be climbing up and down the compound's rockcrete wall for the next two hours. All of them are glaring at you, several loudly voice their disdain, and one big, strong looking man raises his middle finger in an obscene gesture, not that you care but it's the thought that counts, and speaks.

"Lissen up! I ain't gonna do no more, dammit! I's too much, n' neither I or no one else is gonna budge from t'is 'ere spot! Un'erstand, lil' brown man?"

> Cont.

>>1044490

You nod and slowly walk up to him. The rest of the men shy back, and can barely walk, but the accuser stands firm until you're in his face, and he begins to step back, still glaring when you punch him. You punch him in the face, as hard as possible, and probably cracked the poor bastard's jaw. He falls to the ground, whimpering and you kick him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him, before shouting.

"DILIGENCE IS THE FIRST STEP TO PERFECTION! IF A UNIT'S GOIN' TO 'AVE DILIGENCE, A UNIT MUST HAVE DISCIPLINE! THIS UNIT HAS NO DISCIPLINE! AN' THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE! I'M IN CHARGE NOW AN' WHAT I SAY GOES! IF I TELL YOU SORRY BASTARDS TO CLIMB A WALL, YOU ARE GOIN' TO CLIMB THAT FUCKING WALL! UNDERSTAND?"

A few men hesitantly nod, and you kick the poor man in the chest, maybe cracking a few ribs, and shout, "DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?!" The unit responds nervously, and somewhat fearfully, with a chorus of mumbled Yes sirs, Yesses, and Yups. You spit on the ground and kick the sorry bastard again, and this time, you know you cracked something.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?!"

"S-SIR YES SIR!"

"THEN CLIMB THAT FUCKING WALL!!!"

A few farm workers haul the injured trainee to the compound's main structure, and what's left of the unit spends the next two hours pushing their bodies to the absolute limit climbing the wall over and over. When it's finished, they can hardly stand. They all move to rest, and after fifteen minutes, you announce that you're going to be doing some team and discipline building exercises, and a few of them have tears streaming down their faces. Just like training camp back on Ure.

> What kind of training exercises did you have in mind?

>>1044498
Make a human pyramid. AN INVERSE HUMAN PYRAMID.

I've got nothing

>>1044498
>Classic catch them when falling exercise
>Play a team sport
>Orgy to truly get to know each other lel
>>1044525
This, too but regular human pyramid. I don't think they have that much finesse yet.

>>1044498
Make them carry logs around in 10 man squads, if they drop it they have to start again.

>>1044498
Also run them the whole night, just like in real basic, the first day is day zero. You get to sleep on night one.

>>1044616
run with light packs? maybe 20-30 pounds for the first couple days?

>>1045023
Nope, don't issue equipment until they've been broken in. Weapons should be left on gaurded racks while the company "unit" is getting fucked up to the point that they are too tired to do anything other than act on orders. Only allow 3-4 of consecutive hours of sleep the first week. Sleep deprivation is a key element to indoctrination, and they need to be fltought to be ready to fight at a moment's notice, even if they were sleeping.

>>1045710
Also have a priest on hand at all times giving rhetoric, these guys need to be pushed to fanatic devotion, they must be able and also willing to slaughter thousands in the name of slaanesh.

>>1045764
>slaughter thousands
>Not fuck
Anon, plez. Good plan, though.

>>1045764
Shave their heads and assign them a number that will be their name until graduation, where they will choose a new name and be gifted the title soldier of slaanesh, stripping them of their old identities and giving them esprit de corps.

>>1045777
Why not both?

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>>1041799
>Slanneshi

Shame about the last one and the bandit quest.

Like your style of questing though, hope to see more from you.

>>1044525
>>1044531
>>1044595
>>1044616
>>1045023
>>1045710
>>1045764
>>1045777
>>1045792
>>1045798

So let me get this straight, you want to deprive your men of sleep, force them to run laps carrying logs in squad formation while wearing packs filled with 20-30 pounds of rocks, constantly force them to form complex human pyramids, catch each other while falling, play needlessly grueling team sports, assign a cabal of priests to endlessly preach brainwashing rhetoric to them, and dehumanize them by shaving their heads, stripping away their names, and assigning them a number to be their new identity?

For two weeks?

Damn, it's a good thing most Slaaneshi are masochists! I'll get to writing the update straight away, and have it up in half an hour or an hour or so, stay tuned.

>>1046326

Hmm, Slaanesh. personally I prefer Necoho and Zuvassin, but each to their own. I'm glad you like the Quest so far.

>>1046812
if its good enough for the US army its good enough for chaos troopers.

glad to see you back.

"MEN, IN THE COMING MONTH, I WILL SCULPT YOU INTO THE PERFECT KILLING MACHINES! YOU WILL BE SHAPED IN PERFECTION, OR YOU WILL BE BROKEN AN' CAST ASIDE! UNDERSTAND?"

A few of the men nod, and the look of despair on the faces of the others tells you all you need to know.

"GOOD! NOW, MAKE ME A HUMAN PYRAMID!" "A-a, ugh, wha-?" "I SAID, MAKE ME A GODS-DAMMED HUMAN PYRAMID!" "Bu-, but wh-why?" "BECAUSE I FUCKING SAID SO! NOW HOP TO IT!"

[2-4=-2]
((-4, due to inexperience and physical exhaustion.))

The poor bastards never got up off the ground, but they tried, they really did. You make them repeat their failure for an hour, yelling obscenities and demeaning insults at them, until they collapse once last time, heaving with sobs and uttering vile profanity. You let them rest for ten minutes this time, before speaking.

"UNACCEPTABLE! IF YOU SORRY BASTARDS CAN'T MAKE A FUCKING HUMAN PYRAMID, HOW IN THE TEN THOUSAND THOUSAND HELLS OF SLAANESH ARE YOU GOING TO FIGHT AND WIN AGAINST FUCKING LOYALIST SPACE MARINES!?! HOW ARE YOU GOING TO CONQUER THE FALSE GOD'S UNHOLY TERRA!?! HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO ASCEND TO PERFECTION, IF YOU CAN'T EVEN MAKE A FUCKING HUMAN PYRAMID!?!?!"

A bruised and battered man, weeping tears of rage and shame speaks, "I-I, p-please, stop, 'eve had 'nough fer t'day, 'onest! I's nighttime for Gods'es sake!"

"HAD ENOUGH FOR TODAY, HUH? WELL DAMN, LOOKS LIKE IT'S NIGHTTIME ALREADY! I GUESS WE'RE IN LUCK! GET MOVING YOU SUB-GROT POND SCUM! WE'VE GOT CHARACTER TO BUILD!"

You send them to retrieve their packs, and fill them with the heaviest rocks they can find. When they return, barely able to stand, let alone run, you inform them that weapons are for soldiers, and that they are not yet soldiers. They glare at you, and one moves for his knife, but stops and spits on the ground, weeping curses.

A few minutes later, the unit, freed of their weapons and equipment, laden with rocks arrive in front of you. "H-how're we gonna do t'is? 'E ain't go' 'nough strength lef' to go on, we gotta rest." "YOU AIN'T GOT ENOUGH HUH? WE CAN FIX THAT RIGHT PROPER, LICKETY SPLIT!"

Their pleas and mourning fall on deaf ears, as they retrieve a pair of half ton logs, to carry with them as they run laps around the compound, with you jogging behind them, yelling "encouragement". The poor bastards try their very dammed best, but aren't quite strong enough, and a few collapse of tiredness, unconscious on the ground, abandoned by their companions, not they had a choice in the matter.

> Cont.

>>1047433

When possibly six hours have passed and all but a handful have fallen to the sweet, sweet temptations of sleep, you hold up your hand. "ALRIGHT, YOU CAN STOP THERE!" The cultists grin, and weep with joy, stumbling back to the warm, dry compound when you stop them with a yell, "I SAID YOU CAN STOP RIGHT THERE WHERE YOU'RE STANDIN'! YOUR FRIENDS 'ERE HAVE GONE, WENT, AN' FALLEN TO SLEEP ON THE GROUND RIGHT 'ERE! IF IT'S SO DAMNED COMFY, I SUPPOSE WE'LL BE SLEEPIN' OUTSIDE FROM NOW ON!"

At this point, they're too tired to protest, and simply fall to the ground, asleep by the time they hit the dirt. You wait fifteen minutes, and shout again, letting them know that they're a unit, and a unit sleeps together! Almost half an hour later, they've finally tracked down their friends and fall to sleep.

While they're unconscious, you revel at the thought of the sweet, sweet agony you've forced on them, the horrible, blissful, oh so amazing pain and suffering you've inflicted on the poor bastards, as you break them into Perfection. You fall to the ground yourself, quivering and moaning in total ecstasy as an unseen force comes upon you, leaving just as quickly as it came.

> Slaanesh is watching you, you know it in your soul.

> +1 Favor!

> 1/5 Favor!

When you've recovered, you go inside the compound, and press-gang a few of the more zealous and physically fit-looking Slaaneshi Cultists into standing outside, chanting the never-ending praises of Slaanesh and constant rhetoric about the glories of his Perfection.

As for you, you find a bed and go to sleep. All alone, save Slaanesh, as you're too tired, physically, mentally, and spiritually to consort with anyone right now. You have to say, you're looking forward to morning.

> What kind of hell do you put the Slaaneshi trainees through in the coming month?

>>1047437

This sounds pretty good
>>1046812

>>1047437
We do the same thing as before over and over until they get it right. The corpse-worshippers will shudder at the sight of our might human pyramid!

>>1047437
become a father figure to them, pass on tales of how you fought, what worked and didn't, teach them everything you can... until they make even the slightest mistake, then you come up with something new like... turning on the alarms and then sending them to bed with claxons blaring, or my personal favorite take them to chow right before you fuck them up so they have to struggle to vomit and complete a task simultaneously.

fun shit.

>>1047437
Same as before, but this time those who get to the end get to be "treated" with some really good hoes.

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>>1047437
start close combat drills along with more strength/endurance training. Marksmanship training comes last depending on ammo and weapon situation.

We have a hundred cultists right? Maybe start having them work in squads. Eat in squads, sleep in squads, praise in squads

>>1047483
not slaaneshi enough methinks

>>1048567
You're right. He's to be a daddy and give them the cummies as a reward.

>>1047437
>>1048414

This guy has got it. Let's do all the other shit but also separate them into squads for maximum tactics.

>>1047437
You should start a twitter for quests.

I really like your style but I just can't get into slaanesh

>>1047448
>>1047453
>>1047483
>>1047546
>>1048266
>>1048275
>>1048414
>>1048975

You want to continue the training regiment until they have perfected it, organize them into squads, become a father figure to the Slaaneshi trainees, give them absolute hell whenever they make the slightest mistake, and start giving them close combat drills along with more strength/endurance training, with marksmanship being the final step? OK, writing the update now.

>>1048583

I'm sorry, but I will not be writing anything homosexual. At least, anything between men. That's nonnegotiable. The /lgbt/, /b/, and /d/ boards might have what you're looking for.

>>1048979

I don't plan on starting a twitter. I'm glad you like my writing style, but keep in mind, Slaanesh is about much more than just sex, drugs, and rock and roll.

> http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Slaanesh

>>1049042
Just a joke. Not serious.

You wake up before sunrise and spend a good five minutes laying on your bed, reveling in the myriad sights, sounds, and smells of the room around you, before you stand up with a sigh. You smile at the thought of the coming day, and get to work.

Five minutes later, the Slaaneshi trainees are wide awake, bags under their eyes, listening as you explain that they are no longer anything more than a number, and that to earn their name, they'll have to achieve Perfection. Fifteen minutes later, the 20 trainees, now shaved bald, are setup in squads of five, (Zamiel Cudan arranged a replacement for the failure, who's still recovering from his injuries.) and stand at attention. Their eyes are filled with horror and despair when they hear the words that come out of your mouth.

"SCUM, MAKE ME A HUMAN PYRAMID THIS INSTANT! YOU'VE GOT ONE HOUR, MAKE IT COUNT!"

[1-4=-3]
((-4, due to exhaustion and lack of experience.))

> [Roughly 18 hours of repeating what happened yesterday later...]

You have a good night's rest, and fall asleep chuckling at the memory of those fools falling all over themselves trying to make another Human Pyramid. You think to yourself, 'This ought be interesting,..'

[17-4+4=17]
((-4, due to Q'ruk's lack of training in the field of training.))((+4, because what Q'ruk is putting these poor men through would harden anyone.))

A full two weeks pass, and you have to say, the trainees did better than you expected. Sure, for the first few days they wouldn't stop whining and you had a few repeat incidents, but they're definitely improving. Only one man collapsed yesterday, a massive improvement over the sixteen when they started, and they're becoming even more fit than they already were. You've regained most of the muscle you lost while you were in Zamiel's basement.

The rhetoric and squad exercises seem to be setting in as well. The trainees begin to chant alongside the Priests, and they become fanatically loyal to Slaanesh, and one another above all else. They seem to hate you with the passion of one thousand suns, but that's to be expected, and a few begin to respect you. You take great Pleasure in regaling them with old war stories of your time in the Legions of Ure, and after a solid week of nonstop alarms and sudden wake-up calls, they learn to fall asleep at a moment's notice, and snap awake even faster.

To prevent them from falling into petty factionalism and over-dependence on the support of others, you keep the squads on a seemingly random set rotation, redistributing the men every other day, or sometimes multiple times during the day. You've all made plenty of progress, but 4 men simply couldn't make the cut, and you were forced to "dismiss" them.

> Cont.

>>1049335

[14-4+4+2=16]
((-4, due to Q'ruk's lack of training in the field of training.))((+4, because what Q'ruk is putting these poor men through would harden anyone. +2, due to trainees hardening.))

Finally, on the first day of the third week, those poor bastards managed to build a Human Pyramid. So naturally, you rewarded them, by increasing the weight in their packs by 20 pounds, and forcing them into random close combat drills on top of everything. At this point, they're fanatically obsessed with the idea of pushing themselves to and surpassing their absolute limits in the name of Slaanesh, and are more than willing to take on the burden.

You're the most skilled combatant by far, but during sparring, a few of the men manage to catch you off-guard, and almost defeat you, though your superior training prevents their victory. After the third week, you introduce random ranged weapon drills, and keep them on their toes by having them alternate weapons and shooting positions constantly. You slowly increase the amount of exercise, the weight of the logs, and the time they spend training every single day, until they can keep up with you.

For the most part, they adapt and overcome, but one of the weaker, (weaker being an entirely subjective term) trips and breaks his neck during one of the log sprints. He wasn't good enough, and would never be good enough, so you finished him off with your Lasgun, and said a brief prayer of Slaanesh over his corpse before moving on. Much to your satisfaction, the remaining trainees barely registered his death, running over his corpse and altering their log carrying strategy accordingly.

When the month is said and done, the 15 trainees have hardened their bodies, and their minds, and sharpened their skill and reflexes. Each of them now has an almost inhuman strength, endurance, and ability to adapt to new situations, and are fanatically devoted to Slaanesh, willing to lay down their lives in his name without a second thought. Each of them is at the very least proficient in unarmed combat, bladed combat, and rifle marksmanship. Above all, they've finally mastered the art of making a Human Pyramid, and are capable of assembling one in only fifteen minutes.

They've come to respect you, are grateful for what you put them through, and many have come to see you almost as a second father. They've come a long way, and you're absolutely certain that each of them is more than a match for any PDF, let alone any farmer militia. And if it wasn't for you, none of this wouldn't be possible, looking upon their faces, you feel an immense pride, and now that the Dark Prince Of Chaos smiles upon you.

> [+1 General Combat Skill][+2 Bladed Combat Skill][+2 Training Skill]

> +2 Favor!

> 3/5 Favor!

> The month is over, and your men have reached a level they wouldn't have thought possible! How do you celebrate the completion of your men's training?

> Cont.

>>1049335
>>1049338

> Q'ruk Vesaeti

> 3/5 Favor

> Status:
> Healthy

> Skills:
> Training: Lv 2
> Rifles: Lv 5
> Bladed Combat: Lv 2
> General Combat: Lv 4

> Equipment:
> Fine Clothes, (worn)
> Lasgun
> Combat Knife

> Troops:

> 15 Elite Slaaneshi Warriors

>>1049067

I thought so, but as this is a Slaaneshi Cultist Quest on 4chan, I couldn't be completely sure.

>>1049338
Giant orgy

>>1049338
Be as debauch as possible.

>>1049335
>>1049338
>>1049346

I reckon we don't reward them at all but keep training them above and beyond human limits into special forces. Later on we could transform them into our first space marine squad

>>1049338

Well we do have over a 100 more of these trainees to make into a force of nature like these guys. Throw a giant party to celebrate and promote them into the first officers of your new army. Come morning, they will alternate between learning tactics from us and training up their own batch of 20 enforcers. Sound good?

>>1050442

I support starting a new training group and having them help but I would rather request from the leader that we make them into a squad Commandos under our command. That way he has a very capable small team to use to influence the world and provide pressure. We might want to hit a PDF armory if we can scope out a suitably unwary one

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>>1049590
Unfortunately space marines aren't made that way.... The recruits would have to be age 7-9 for implants to take I think...no later than 11 years of age.

>>1049346
>>1050442
>>1050517

Agreed, 20 squads one for each of the demi-enforcers should be given his own batch of 4 trainees... And we collect another fresh batch of 20 to personally whip into shape and repeat the process once more...

Though first in celebration;

>>1049361
>An orgy is in order

(It's good to see you back Harbinger, While I miss the Veritas, Hopefully we can all still do great things with the Slaaneshi cult)

>>1049361
>>1049401
>>1049590
>>1050442
>>1050517
>>1050909

I see there is overwhelming support for a giant orgy. It seems the majority vote is to have the Elite Slaaneshi train more men to follow in their footsteps. Alright, update soon.

>>1049338
Teach them the art of the naked oily human pyramid, which is ten times harder than the normal human pyramid.
However, it is said any human who gazes upon the perfection of so many glistening oily built up bodies in such a formation will fall to slaneesh instantly.
no homo

>>1051493
Dude, we're a Slaaneshi cult. All of the homo.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1052106

>>1054184
11 that's a homo number

For the first time in an entire month, you dismiss your men to go spend the night as they please, and meet with you at the crack of dawn. They're ecstatic at the idea of a full night's sleep, and most run to their sleeping quarters, the rest stand for a moment, as if they can't believe what they're hearing, before following their companion's example. You go to sleep yourself, relishing the chance to catch a full 8 hours of uninterrupted, blissful sleep.

You've been asleep five minutes when someone knocks on your door. "Ugh, what is it? I'm tryin' to sleep!" "I's sorry, but th' boss wan's ta see ya." "...Fine, give me a minute to get decent." You slide out of bed, slip on a pair of trousers, and a nightshirt. You take the time to put on and lace your boots, as Discipline is key to Diligence, which is key to Perfection, and it's more trouble to break a habit than to keep it. When you open the door, a grinning beady-eyed, little man faces you, before nodding.

"Ya know w'ere ta boss's office is?" "Yes." "'K 'tan, I jus' go get meself some poontang, see ya later!" He turns and jogs off, almost skipping. You have some trouble actually finding Zamiel's office among the maze-like structure, but pride keeps you from asking for directions. When you open the door to Zamiel's office, a very heavy rich smell hits you.

Zamiel himself sits behind his desk, a long smoking pipe in one hand, his barely clothed blonde "assistant" in the other. A large bowl filled with some kind of orange powder sits on the desk, and an ear-to-ear grin covers Zamiel's face. "Q'ruk, my friend! Sit down, by all means, sit down! Care for a drink?" Once you've seated yourself and taken Zamiel up on his offer, he continues.

"I never thought you could do it!" "D-do what, sir?" "Train the men to Imperial Guard standard, dammit! I knew you'd get results, but I never could've imagined this!" "I, I try sir." "Try? Try!?! You've far surpassed my expectations, boy!" "With all due respect sir, it's late and I haven't had a full night's sleep in a month. Why'd you call me he-," "I called you in here to give you a promotion!" He gives you a moment to take all of that in before continuing.

"In one month, you've done more than the rest of these rubes have in four years! Which is why I'm promoting you to the rank of Head Enforcer! You know military things better than I do, I'm just a politician an' bureaucrat. I know how to go around the red tape well enough, but I can't quite cut it. You can, which is why I'm making you my second-in-command slash military adviser!"

"With these new men, we'll be able to move our plans ahead by months, and if you can train more, well, who knows what could happen!" "Really?" "Yes! Yes, yes, a thousand times yes! I reward competence, and you've got that in spades!" Huh, only three months ago you were a lowly private in the Imperial Guard, now you're the second-in-command of an entire Cult? It's almost hard to process.

> Cont.

>>1054250

"That, that's a real honor sir. As your military adviser, I've got a few suggestions..." "Spit 'em out, by all means, spit 'em out!" "I was thinkin', each of my trainee-, er, elites, should start trainin' 4 men, while I startup with another 20 man squad," "Brilliant!" "And once they're trained, we could break them up into small squads, so we'll have several, very capable teams capable of influencing the world an' applying pressure. We could maybe even hit a PDF armory if we can find one that's not well defended."

"Excellent! You're an ambitious one, I'll give you that! You can go now, unless there's anything else you've got in mind?" "Well, the men have been training nonstop for a solid month. It seems only fair that they're rewarded for all of their hard work, and several of the younger women haven't been doing much lately, if you catch my drift." "Absolutely! You want to set up a giant orgy!" "I would've put it more subtly than that, but, in a nutshell, yes." "I'll see that it's done! Maybe even get the whole Cult in on it, turn it into a Feast to worship Slaanesh." "Sounds good. Good night, sir."

"Sweet dreams, Q'ruk!"

> Q'ruk Vesaeti has been promoted to Head Enforcer! He is now Zamiel Cudan's second-in-command/military adviser, has access to the Cult's full resources, and directly leads the Cult's military!

That night, you have a blissful, dreamless sleep, and wake up a little after dawn in an unprecedented display of laziness. Oh well, it's a day of celebration after all. You wake up, put on your Imperial Guard uniform, (defaced with the Mark of Slaanesh, of course,) and go out to meet your men. Strangely enough, no one's in the building, but there's a lot of commotion outside.

> Cont.

>>1054250
>>1054254

Almost 12,000 naked men and women stand in the fields outside of the compound. The 15 Elite who have been training for a month stand in front, and face the crowd. Zamiel Cudan wears a voluminous violet silk robe and holds an ornate wooden staff. He speaks with a booming voice,

"TODAY, THESE FIFTEEN MEN HAVE COME ONE STEP CLOSER TO PERFECTION! TO RECOGNIZE THEIR EFFORTS AT IMPROVEMENT, AND THEIR PERFECTION IN THE EYES OF SLAANESH, UNDER HIS PERFECT AUTHORITY, I, ZAMIEL CUDAN, FOUNDER AND PROPHET OF THE GILDED TOUCH, DECLARE THEM HIGH ENFORCERS OF SLAANESH! ALL PRAISE BE TO SLAANESH!"

He slams the staff onto a concrete slab, and a loud thwacking noise resounds throughout the field. Each of the nearly 12,000, yourself included, echo his words, "ALL PRAISE BE TO SLAANESH!"

Zamiel speaks once more, "HIGH ENFORCERS OF SLAANESH, KNEEL AND BE ANOINTED IN HIS PERFECTION!" A beautiful naked woman holding a decanter of red wine walks to the High Enforcers, who kneel, with their heads facing the ground. She pours a bit of wine over each of their heads, drenching their hair, when she has finished, she stands beside Zamiel, who speaks. "NOW, ARISE, AND SHED YOUR MORTAL GARMENTS, FOR ON THIS DAY, YOU HAVE COME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE PINNACLE OF PERFECTION! ALL PRAISE BE TO SLAANESH!"

The crowd repeats, "ALL PRAISE BE TO SLAANESH!" The High Enforcers stand, slowly strip naked in front of the crowd, and stand at attention. Zamiel raises his staff above his head, and speaks. "WERE IT NOT FOR THE AID OF ONE WHO STANDS AMONG US, THIS PERFECTION WOULD HAVE BEEN UNATTAINABLE! Q'RUK VESAETI, STEP FORWARD!"

You walk in front of the crowd, and stand next to your men. Zamiel speaks, "Q'RUK VESAETI HAS COME CLOSER TO PERFECTION IN ONE MONTH THAN WE HAVE IN FOUR YEARS! HE IS AN EXAMPLE OF PERFECTION, AND WE WOULD BE WISE TO FOLLOW IN HIS FOOTSTEPS! IT IS FOR THIS REASON I, ZAMIEL CUDAN, FOUNDER AND PROPHET OF THE GILDED TOUCH, DECLARE Q'RUK VESAETI HEAD ENFORCER OF THE FAITH! KNEEL, AND BE ANOINTED IN HIS PERFECTION!"

You fall to your knees and the air around you seems to crackle with a divine presence. You want to rip and tear your clothes, and howl with passion, but you stay stock still, not moving your face in the slightest. Zamiel lowers his ceremonial staff, and uses it to touch both of your shoulders, leaving a tingling ecstasy behind. The naked woman bearing the decanter walks beside you, and pours the last of the red wine onto your head.

((Rolled 1d10))
[9+2=11]
((+2, due to the ceremony, and the effort Q'ruk has made to achieve Perfection.))

> +5 Favor!
> 8/5 Favor! Q'ruk Vesaeti has been blessed by Slaanesh!
> 3/10 Favor remaining!

> Cont.

>>1054250
>>1054254
>>1054258

An explosion of indescribable, incomprehensible perfect light emanates from your body, and you collapse, vomiting and shuddering with orgasm as your body simply cannot process waves of sheer, perfect joy entering every facet of its existence. It is without a shadow of a doubt, the best feeling you've ever had, and then, it's gone.

((Rolled 1d20))
[8]

> Q'ruk Vesaeti has grown a pair Small Black Horns! They are quite small, somewhat sharp, are an unfathomably deep shade of black, and do nothing besides proclaim that Q'ruk is favored by Slaanesh. They can be concealed by a hat or cloak easily enough.

You feel something burst out from your skull, and you convulse with rapturous agony, before the pain vanishes, and you shakily stand, throwing off your shirt. The crowd gasps, and Zamiel speaks. "TRULY, ON THIS DAY, SLAANESH IS WITH US! FOR HE HAS BLESSED US WITH HIS PRESENCE! Q'RUK VESAETI, SHED YOUR MORTAL GARMENTS, FOR YOU HAVE COME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE PINNACLE OF PERFECTION! ALL PRAISE BE TO SLAANESH!"

The crowd echoes, "ALL PRAISE BE TO SLAANESH!" and Zamiel speaks. "AS WE HAVE COME CLOSER TO ACHIEVING PERFECTION, WE MUST STRIVE TO ACHIEVE PLEASURE IN HIS NAME! ALL PRAISE BE TO SLAANESH! LET THE FESTIVITIES COMMENCE!"

With that, the crowd bursts into activity. There are tables laden with row upon row of delicious delicacies, literal piles of mushrooms and cannabis, waiting to be smoked, hundreds of bottles of alcohol, waiting to be drunk, and thousands of women, waiting to be touched.

> What do you do?

> Indulge in debauched pleasures, (write-in)

>>1054250
>>1054254
>>1054258
>>1054263

> Why can't I ever notice typos and grammatical errors before I post?

>>1054263
>Indulge in debauched pleasures
EAT! DRINK! FUCK!
Maybe at the same time.
The clean up crew is going to have a hard time after this.

>>1054263

Grab a joint from the table, light it up and start walking through the crowd with our arms outstretched until we're buried under a writhing pile of flesh

>>1054263
>Call forth your newly trained enforcers... We're going to make a human pyramid...

>An orgy pyramid using the girls around us as the mortar... Bonus points if we can get our shapes to look like Slaanesh's holy symbols if only for a moment... And offer Zamiel Cudan a place at the top of the pyramid if he wants... After all we are second in command and shouldn't look like we're trying to usurp his control... yet...

"Behold physical perfection

Rolled 469 (1d666)

>>1054263
A limb for each hole and a hole for each limb!

>>1054855
>an orgy pyramid
I like your style

>>1054271
Hey bro I was archiving your quests last time want me to do it again or you got it?

>>1055066

Glad you're back. I'd appreciate it if you could help me archive the threads this time, as I still haven't mastered the arcane arts of archiving.

I'll be finishing this thread sometime tomorrow, and I'll resume the Quest this Friday.

>>1055709
E're u go m8
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1040639/

>>1055709
Supporting orgy pyramid

>>1054263

We should make an orgy pyramid but also make a shape that resembles the holy symbols of slaanesh as anon said.

I wondered what happened to this quest. Good to see it and you are still alive and well OP.

>>1067910

Good to see you back.

Everyone, I'll post the Orgy Pyramid update soon, something major came up and I was unable to post earlier. I'll post a new Thread after I've finished the update.

>>1072619
I'd rather have the quest be slow, than have no quest. So don't worry about it

>>1054276
>>1054315
>>1054855
>>1054861
>>1054868
>>1057957
>>1066885

So you want to create an Orgy Pyramid in the shape of the holy symbols of Slaanesh, giving Zamiel Cudan a place on top of the Pyramid? Alright, update soon.

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You're about to run into the crowd, when suddenly, divine inspiration hits you. You bellow, "MEN!" At the sound of your voice, the High Enforcers stop moving and attentively listen to your commands, and at the authority in your voice, the crowd stops . "WE ARE GOING TO BUILD AN ORGY PYRAMID! FOR THE GLORY OF SLAANESH!" The High Enforcers and the crowd pause for a moment, before echoing your cry, "FOR THE GLORY OF SLAANESH!"

[16+2+2-4=16]
((+2, due to the High Enforcer's skill, +2, due to the Pyramid's "mortar".))((-4, due to the complexity of the Pyramid.))

The High Enforcers and Low Enforcers run into the crowd and force the cult's men and women onto their hands and knees, piling on top of them, and in some cases, into them. From the enormous pile, a rough Pyramid shape begins to form, with the lower rabble forced onto the bottom, and the higher ranking Slaaneshi closer to the top, Zamiel Cudan forms the uppermost point of the Pyramid, and you are almost his equal in stature.

Soon, a colossal, grinding, gyrating, and pulsating mass of glistening, moaning, and carnally pounding bodies is formed, each part of the Pyramid moans and yells the praises of Slaanesh, shouting in ecstasy. You sit on the back of a short and pleasantly chubby younger tawny-haired cultist, gripping her bosom, and force yourself into her as she moans helplessly, writhing in orgasmic bliss beneath your touch. When you've spent yourself, you feel rejuvenated by the passionate, earth-shaking pleasure all around you, and continue pounding with renewed vigor.

Needless to say, Slaanesh was pleased with your efforts.

> +3 Favor!
> 6/10 Favor remaining!

The Orgy Pyramid continues unceasingly for hours on end, and at its climax, the Pyramid shifts to take the shape of the Mark of Slaanesh. When the sun begins to set, the passion gradually leaves the Slaaneshi, and the Pyramid begins to fall apart as the higher cultists leave to consume the plentiful variety of delicacies and partake in the piles of assorted narcotics. Those beneath them, and at the bottom of the Pyramid are unable to leave until those atop them have left, and several dozen are forced to remain in place until their betters have had their fill.

> Cont.

>>1076369

After almost eight hours of nonstop pounding, you release yourself for the last time, and remove your body from the lower ranking cultist. She lays slumped over the bodies of two others, drooling, almost comatose from your incessant pounding. Her lower body and upper thighs are covered with various juices, and her flanks are bruised from the passionate hour-long thrusting you gave her. She moans softly, and presses her rear against your member, you shove her back down as you've had more than enough for the time being.

She gives a faint grunt of disapproval before rolling over to face you. She's quite attractive, with ample assets, and she grabs at your sides, pulling you onto her. Nearly half an hour of exploring each other's mouths with your tongues later, you get off of her, and climb down the Pyramid, to join the after-party. You sit down, and spend half the night gorging yourself on delicacies, glutting yourself with fine liquors and wines, and regaling many listeners with exaggerated and some outright fabricated tales of your escapades in the Legions of Ure.

At some point, the woman you'd met on the Pyramid earlier introduces herself to you as Yeila, and insists that you meet again sometime. A bit of questioning reveals that she is nineteen years old, works as a farmer, and prior to joining the Gilded Touch, was a farmer's daughter. When her father died of old age, leaving her alone in the world, she left to find the nearest big city in the hopes of hitting it rich. She was drugged by a mysterious stranger and woke up tied to a chair in a basement next to Zamiel Cudan, and the rest is history.

Sometime later, you drunkenly stumble back to your bedchambers, and go into a deep, deep sleep, ending what might've been the best day of your life.

>>1076369
>>1076378

> [END OF THREAD]

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