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For the scum of Hive Desoleum, taking over the Shattered Foundry might be the highlight of their day. For you though? The (purely accidental) fight against a daemon of Malice is all you can think about. Facing an opponent that actually had the means to fight back has set your blood afire. You keep replaying it over and over in your mind, over-analyzing possible openings and other such things. It might be a side effect of the daemon’s blood you absorbed. Or you might just simply be a proper Khornate now. Though you’ll never admit it, least of all to yourself, it’s probably the latter.

What you will admit is that you’re still debating what your next step will be. Obviously the Hive must burn, but how will you accomplish that? Will you continue to tear through the local Sanctionaries until you reach the top of the spire? Or maybe you’ll rally the oppressed into overthrowing their oppressors? There’s also sorts of ways you can tackle this.

Whatever you choose to do will set a standard for how Ember the daemon operates. Succeed or fail, you’ll gain infamy among the circles of Chaos. Obviously, succeeding is much preferable. But none of that really bothers you. You’re not in this for the accolades and respect of your peers. Your one goal is to become strong enough to take Her down, at whatever the cost. Only then will your purpose in life be fulfilled.

Welcome to Khornette Quest Redux
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Twitter: @ELHMk1

Ember’s Character Sheet: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1VXWZDf90yNXctCA3HlAlBuwKLc9xfhlVpkBXKmjvzB4/edit?usp=sharing

G-Doc Archive/Summaries:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/17A2MqjN-BmHHIAYi6DwA9lsS_BvGlIPwcGqKfjrCQj4/edit?usp=sharing

Previous Thread: >>1339953

If you’re a die-hard lover of canon, I suggest you turn away now. Like all things 40k, the gauntlet runs from “worshiping the printed, grimdark word” to “over the top silliness.” Most of the time it’s somewhere in between. Others it swerves hard to one side and/or breaks this model entirely. You’ve been warned in advance. I do try to keep things fairly reasonable though.

Alternatively, if you’re not at all familiar with canon or want more details on something, just ask! You don’t need to have played the original Khornette Quest to play and enjoy this one. I’m sure someone (or I) will explain any cameos that come up if you’re lost.

All rolls go against a specified characteristic in the style of Black Crusade. You’ll want to roll under the characteristic value in order to pass the check. The more degrees of success (every multiple of 10 counts as 1), the more awesome of a result. A 1 or an 8 is a guaranteed success, and a 100 is a guaranteed failure. NPCs I roll for only crit succeed/fail on a 1 or a 100.

Best of three rolls when it’s called for, with a 1, 8, or a 100 instantly taking precedence. If multiple characteristics are being rolled for each 1d100 counts for its respective test. Any rolls prior to the call for one and those not linking said post will be ignored.

I realize that /qst/ is much slower than /tg/ ever was, but I’d like to keep things moving. Voting windows will be a maximum of twenty to thirty minutes after the first vote. Same goes for dice rolling. As far as quest start time goes, I usually begin writing at 8pm EST on Wednesday. I’ll keep posting updates in the thread through Thursday and Friday unless otherwise specified. It really depends on how active you guys are.

That’s it housekeeping-wise for now. Onto the quest!
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After sacrificing the Malice daemon’s heart to Khorne and receiving your new collar, you’ve become a little bit reclusive. Rather than directly immerse yourself in the frenzied activity of your Fleshcutters, you’ve found a place to sit in and think. More specifically, you’ve taken over what must have been the manufactorum’s shift manager office. It’s pretty plain, with only three chairs and a desk in the way of furniture, all metal and somewhat rustic. There’s a window with blinds along one wall that affords you a view of the main factory floor. Currently said blinds are shut, leaving you in rather dim surroundings.

Focus, you think to yourself. How can we burn this Hive quickly so I can move on to bigger and better things?

We could always just cleave our way to Lady Desoleum, answers another part of your brain. Not like any of the humans in this Hive are a threat to us except in large groups.

Cutting off the head might not be the best idea though, says another. This place is so ingrained with fealty and servitude that the people at the top can easily be replaced. No, we need to come up with something that causes those at the bottom to break free of their shackles.

KILL. MAIM. BURN.

Yes. Thank you Khornate tiny-brain. You’ve been very helpful.

Hey I never said you were entirely sane. Comes with being a daemon, a being of Chaos. You just tend to not dwell on such matters. They can be awfully distracting. But your rational side does have a point - whatever you do has to be from the bottom up, not top down.

As you ponder this some more, there’s a knock on the door. “Come,” you say, not at all surprised to see Niazach come through. She’s got that one Fleshcutter, Feva you think, in tow. “What is it?”

“Well, Feva here was just telling me about a lovely little place known as Ludmilla’s Den higher up in the Hive,” says Niazach. “I thought I might go there and have a little fun.”

“Meaning something entirely Slaaneshii and therefore I don’t care to know.”

“Exactly~ I trust you have no problem with this?”

> [1] Nope. Go do whatever
> [2] You kinda want her to stay close, just in case
> [3] Ask what she plans to do, despite how inane it might be
> [4] Write in
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>>1360992
> [1] Nope. Go do whatever
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>>1360992
>[1] Nope. Go do whatever

Do not tell people what happened here. Its not yet time to brag.
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>>1360992
>> [1] Nope. Go do whatever
> [3] Ask what she plans to do, despite how inane it might be


Am I the only one who thinks we should give her Feva? She's been incredibly helpful throughout this whole thing and having a servant might deflect some of the Slaaneshi garbage away from us. Also Feva constantly freaking out like she understands what we are amuses me.
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>>1361017
I am fine with it. Hell we could give her the energy weapons freaks also so she can start a cult of her own!
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>>1360992
You shake your head. “Nope. Go do whatever. Don’t expect us to come running to rescue you if you get caught.”

Niazach laughs and runs a claw down Feva’s side. The latter shudders in fear.. “Me? Get caught? Never. I think you’ll find I’m much more stealthy when I don’t have to follow behind a loud Khornate. Besides, I spent decades in Lioba’s skin. Mimicking her appearance should be easy.”

You’ve more or less gathered by now that Niazach has psychic abilities. That still doesn’t make seeing her transform before your very eyes any less of a spectacle. Her purple skin tints to be more like a human’s, and her daemonic features (such as her claws) recede and twist until they’re “normal.” All said and done, she resembles a much younger Lioba with startlingly purple eyes.

“Well, what do you think~?”

You roll your eyes. “Just go already. Leave a way to contact you with one of the Fleshcutters on the way out.” She gives you a mock salute and bows out of your office. That just leaves Feva trying to stare at anything but you. “Did you have something more for me?” you ask her.

“U-Um. Kinda. I was um, thinking about Khorne and stuff. Is there some sort of um… battle cry or something I should be using?”

“Of course. What brought this about?”

“Well um… seeing you fight against that other… thing. Whatever it was. I want to be strong like you.”

That’s just adorable. Isn’t it?

> [1] Teach her how to properly shout “Blood for the Blood God!”
> [2] Start the lesson with a bit of background about Khorne first
> [3] Tell her that whatever she feels like yelling is fine
> [4] Write in
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>>1361039
>> [2] Start the lesson with a bit of background about Khorne first
then
> [1] Teach her how to properly shout “Blood for the Blood God!”
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>>1361041
going with this
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>>1361039
>> [1] Teach her how to properly shout “Blood for the Blood God!”
>> [2] Start the lesson with a bit of background about Khorne first

Okay, one way or another Feva needs to stick around for the entire adventure, she's way too naive and adorable at this point.
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>>1361039
I concur with >>1361041. Anon is a wise cultist.
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I get the feeling that she will become the most bloodthirsty later on.
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>>1361039
If Feva wants the crash course in being a proper Khornate, you’re more than willing to teach her. So you start by asking her, “How much do you actually know about Khorne?”

“Um. That he’s this God of battle and stuff. Supposedly real, unlike the God Emperor.”

“Heh. You don’t believe in the Corpse God then?”

She fidgets a little bit. “Well um… no. I’ve always just sort of thought that if the God Emperor was real and powerful like all the stories say, then things in Hive Desoleum wouldn’t be so bad.”

“That’s quite heretical of you. I approve. And yes, Khorne is very much real. My presence and very being should be proof enough of that. He’s not just about bloodshed and conflict though. He’s also keen on honor and continually improving one’s self. The only things He really hates is psychic sorcery, cowardice, and slaughtering the weak and innocent needlessly.”

“R-Right. He sounds like a pretty awesome God. That’s why I want to know more.”

You sit up a bit in your chair. “To answer your question, though, there are two such battle cries typically used by those who worship Him. The first is ‘Blood for the Blood God.’ The second is ‘Skulls for the Skull Throne.’ Give it a try.”

Feva’s nose wrinkles a bit as she tries to puff out her chest. Then, with the ferocity of a kitten meowing, she squeaks, “B-Blood for the Skull Throne! Skulls for the Blood God!”

> [1] Well, at least she tried
> [2] No! LOUDER! WITH MORE FEELING!
> [3] Demonstrate a proper yell yourself
> [4] Write in
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>>1361089
>> [2] No! LOUDER! WITH MORE FEELING!
>> [3] Demonstrate a proper yell yourself
No no no LIKE THIS!
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>>1361089
> [2] No! LOUDER! WITH MORE FEELING!
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>>1361089
> [2] No! LOUDER! WITH MORE FEELING!
> [3] Demonstrate a proper yell yourself
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>>1361089
>> [2] No! LOUDER! WITH MORE FEELING!
>> [3] Demonstrate a proper yell yourself
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[3] Demonstrate a proper yell yourself
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>>1361089
> [2] No! LOUDER! WITH MORE FEELING!
> [3] Demonstrate a proper yell yourself
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>>1361089
> [2] No! LOUDER! WITH MORE FEELING!

Does someone have the image of the library girl from The World God Only Knows doing this. I'm not on my home machine.
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>>1361089
You shake your head at her. “No no no. Louder! With more feeling! Like this.” You swell up, then bellow, “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!

Feva lets out a noise that’s somewhere between a deflating balloon and a startled eep. She shrinks back from your shout at first, but does recover after a few minutes.

“Blood for the Blood God!”

“Louder!”

“BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!”

“LOUDER.”

She breathes in deeply, then cries, “BLOOD FOR THE B-BLOOD GOD!

You nod approvingly. “It’s a start. The louder and more feeling you put into it, the better. Your enemies should quiver in fear at your challenge. Such a yell is an extension of your warrior spirit. Work on it daily.”

“R-Right. Um… Thank you, Scythe-Mistress Ember.” She bows awkwardly, still avoiding meeting your eyes. “You’re much nicer than the other one.”

“Who, Niazach? Yeah she’s kind of a bloody git.”

“Y-Yeah…”

> [1] Dismiss Feva for the time being
> [2] Ask her to tell you more about the Hive
> [3] Give her “homework” to spread the word of Khorne to the other Fleshcutters
> [4] Write in
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>>1361137
> [3] Give her “homework” to spread the word of Khorne to the other Fleshcutters
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>>1361137
>> [3] Give her “homework” to spread the word of Khorne to the other Fleshcutters
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>>1361137
> [3] Give her “homework” to spread the word of Khorne to the other Fleshcutters
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[3] Give her “homework” to spread the word of Khorne to the other Fleshcutters

[2] Would also be nice. Like just asking for suggestions on how to cause mayhem.
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>>1361137
>> [2] Ask her to tell you more about the Hive
>> [3] Give her “homework” to spread the word of Khorne to the other Fleshcutters
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>>1361137
>[2] Ask her to tell you more about the Hive
> [3] Give her “homework” to spread the word of Khorne to the other Fleshcutters


Mostly focus on what might cause the underclass to raise up against their masters
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>>1361137
You point at the door behind Feva. “Well, unless there’s anything else, I believe you have some work to do. More specifically, I want you to teach the other Fleshcutters about Khorne. Do it in groups of eight.”

“Why eight?” she asks.

“Eight is His sacred number.”

“I see… Um… right. I’ll go do that then.”

Just before she leaves and shuts the door behind her, you call, “And send in Rikiar if you find him. I want a progress report on our forces and our progress in securing the Foundry.”

“Yes, Scythe-Mistress.”

Then she ducks out like a mouse scurrying away from a spotlight. Skittish, that one. But maybe there’s some hope for her yet. You quietly take a mental note to try and observe her in battle as time permits. Until then, you sit silently in your office until there’s another knock on the door. When you shout, “Come,” Rikiar admits himself.

“I heard you were looking for me?” he questions.

“Indeed. How are we doing on securing this place?” You motion at the manufactorum around you both.

He bites his lip. “It’s a little difficult. We may have three hundred or so Fleshcutters to work with, but this place is massive. We’ll be stretched rather thin if we want to cover every possible entrance and exit.”

You rub your chin in thought. “So what you’re saying is we need more live bodies to go around. Tell me, are the four Blademasters, well, now three, the only ones?”

“No. There’s probably close to thirty of us or so spread throughout the Underhive and the lower bits of the Hive in general. I only had the authority and capability to call in Osuin, Respa, and Arius.”

“Hm. Then perhaps we’d best see about bringing more Fleshcutters into the fold. Is there any way we could broadcast a message to all of them at once?”

“Not without the rest of the Hive hearing it.”

> [1] Kill two birds with one stone. Advertise an open invitation to the Hive to either join you or burn.
> [2] Keep things quiet for now. Use only runners and word of mouth to call upon the other Blademasters
> [3] Let Rikiar decide
> [4] Write in
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>>1361201
>> [3] Let Rikiar decide
>While we're fighting him unarmed to his armed, consider it training
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>>1361201
>> [2] Keep things quiet for now. Use only runners and word of mouth to call upon the other Blademasters

We're not ready for open war at the moment. Best to take things slow before the real bloodbath begins.
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> [4] Find some way to semi discretely advertise to Chaos cultists of any god/mutants/criminals. Ask the Slaanesh how to recruit/use secret cultist symbols
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>>1361201
>> [2] Keep things quiet for now. Use only runners and word of mouth to call upon the other Blademasters

rather not have the ][ kicking down the door without warning right now
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>>1361226
Adding to my post maybe Niazach knows how to recruit people from brothels/drug dens/whatever with some Chaos gang signs/whatever
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>>1361201
>[2] Keep things quiet for now. Use only runners and word of mouth to call upon the other Blademasters
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[2] it is. Back in a bit.

In the meantime, here's some WIP art I just got
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>>1361201
You’re not quite ready to declare open war. The last thing you need is a Sanctionary raid coming down on you while you’re still fortifying your position. No, you need to keep things quiet for now. So you tell Rikiar, “Use runners and word of mouth then. Invite any Blademasters that will listen to join us here. Also send an envoy to the Ironmongers. They may be more willing to support us now that we have the Foundry. I doubt they’ll commit much more, but anything is better than nothing.”

He bows his head respectfully. “Of course. I’ll get to work on that right away. In the meantime, there are some who wish to hear the story of Khorne. They’re curious after seeing you fight that other daemon.”

You grin gleefully. “Have them ask for Feva then. I’ve decided to make her a sort of envoy in this regard.”

“Feva? The really nervous girl that can barely hold a chainsword?”

“Yep.”

Rikiar raises an eyebrow and opens his mouth as if to argue this with you. Instead, he wisely says, “As you wish, Scythe-Mistress. Is there anything else you need of me?”

> [1] Yes actually… (Write in)
> [2] Nope
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>>1361272
>> [2] Nope

>>1361272

Damn that art is good, but nothing that was once No-Horn deserves to look that smug.
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>>1361288
>[1] Yes actually… (Write in)

Tell me more of these Oaths everyone has

If we want to break the hive, we need to break those oaths
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>>1361288
>> [1] Yes actually… (Write in)
Training him up and asking about oaths,
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>>1361306
going with this
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>>1361305
That doesn't look smug at all, it looks more eager to please than anything.
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[1] it is. Back shortly.
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>>1361320
Stop reinforcing ideas of how I want this to end that I know will never happen.
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>>1361356
But senpai, anything can happen as long as it's for Chaos.
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>>1361379
Mayhaps anon, but I doubt I'll see it here. Unless we get a bad end at the fight against Cinder or something...
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>>1361288
“Yes actually. Tell me more about the oaths that everyone in the Hive supposedly has. I recall some of what you said about them a few days ago, but I’m trying to come up with a way to make breaking the oaths palatable to the rest of the Hive.”

“Hmm. That would take some doing. Truthfully, most in Hive Desoleum would rather die than be known as ‘oathless.’ It’s why those in the Underhive like us Fleshcutters are so ruthless. We’ve essentially cast aside the very foundation of the Hive. Sure, some still bear oath-cogs that bind them to the service of others, but they’re mostly seen as a necessary evil to us. To the rest of the Hive though? They accept almost anything done to them so long as it’s in accordance with their oaths. Even gang violence.”

“Sounds like just another form of humans oppressing humans. And if I know you mortals half as well as I’d like to think, you can’t stand being under the thumb of another.”

Rikiar sighs. “That’s just it though. These blasted oaths are so ingrained into society here that most, if not all except a select few, don’t even question it. They’re more than willing to have their entire lives controlled and every movement dictated. Even if that means their lives are cut short in order to fulfill the oath.”

You sneer at that. “So you’re telling me that the Hive is composed of nothing but mindless Grox, ripe for the slaughter. I hardly call that ‘living.’”

“Trust me, you and I are very much on the same page as far as that’s concerned. But you’re asking me to come up with a way to break a culture that’s been around for millennia. If it were so simple, the gangs in the Underhive would have taken over Desoleum Prime centuries ago.”

An idea occurs to you. You voice it, “What about if someone like me were to take possession of the highest collection of oaths in the Hive?”

“You mean Lady Desoleum’s Oath-cog? Ignoring the difficulty of even reaching that high in the Hive… Hm. I suppose you might be able to effect some change then. Destroying it outright would plunge the entire Hive into chaos. But if you were to take possession of it you might be able to force some top-down changes while claiming it’s for the good of the oaths.”

“That’s a start, at least. Thank you. Now run along.”

Rikiar nods his head once more and departs. That just leaves you with time to think about what to do next.

> [1] Wait until more Fleshcutters have arrived before acting
> [2] Go on a casual stroll about the Hive to incite a little chaos
> [3] Start thinking about possible speeches you might give to rally the Hive against their masters
> [4] Practice with your scythes
> [5] Write in
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>>1361405
>> [2] Go on a casual stroll about the Hive to incite a little chaos

A little adventure to clear the mind before the Hive eats itself while we watch.
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>[3] Start thinking about possible speeches you might give to rally the Hive against their masters

Also go look for a good place to give your speech from/cool clothes/something to wave around while you talk
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>>1361405
>> [3] Start thinking about possible speeches you might give to rally the Hive against their masters
> [4] Practice with your scythes
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>>1361405
> [3] Start thinking about possible speeches you might give to rally the Hive against their masters
> [4] Practice with your scythes

Let Khorne inspire us
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>>1361405
>> [3] Start thinking about possible speeches you might give to rally the Hive against their masters
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>>1361405
>> [2] Go on a casual stroll about the Hive to incite a little chaos
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>>1361405
You’re not a wordsmith by any means. Daemons of Khorne are born to fight, not to chatter. Still, you do realize that some time in the near future, you will be called upon to give a speech to the entire Hive. A speech that will either bolster your ranks of minions and make taking the Hive easy, or ignite a powderkeg right underneath of you. It’s important that you get such a speech right the first time.

To that end, you spend the next several hours talking to yourself, trying to piece together a string of sentences that both sounds good and makes your goals clear. It’s pretty difficult stuff. You wonder if She ever had to do something like this, or if it was Her natural charisma that made others flock to her banner. Thinking about it doesn’t help much though.

Eventually you’re interrupted by another knock on your door. This time it’s several flustered looking Fleshcutters.

“Excuse us, Scythe-Mistress,” says one of them. “There’s a small group of Tech Priests at the main gate asking to be let inside. We’ve told them to fuck off several times but they refuse to budge. What should we do?”

You narrow your eyes at them. “You haven’t tried, I don’t know, killing them?”

They all share a weary glance. “They’re uh… a little bit more well-armed than we are.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning they have Hot-Shot lasguns. Like, the kind that are hooked up to a backpack. Plus they have all sorts of those mechanical arm things on their backs. I’m not sure our simple knives and other such blades will be very effective.”

> [1] Sounds like excuses to you
> [2] Fine. You’ll go say hello in person.
> [3] Let them in and have them brought to you at the little shrine to Chaos you’ve set up
> [4] Write in
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Oh shit I think I know this world
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>>1361497
> [2] Fine. You’ll go say hello in person.

lets see what the toaster fuckers want!
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>>1361497
>> [2] Fine. You’ll go say hello in person.

>>1361498
What do you mean?
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>>1361504
I think its from Dark Heresy
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>[3] Let them in and have them brought to you at the little shrine to Chaos you’ve set up

Try to convert them to your side and just gang up on them if they refuse.
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>>1361497
>> [2] Fine. You’ll go say hello in person.
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>>1361497
> [3] Let them in and have them brought to you at the little shrine to Chaos you’ve set up
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If they see the shrine they might let slip something they like doing is seen as heretical.
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>>1361497
>> [1] Sounds like excuses to you
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[2] has it by a vote. Back in a bit.

>>1361508
Dark Heresy 2 to be specific.
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>>1361497
If it weren’t for the fact you were growing bored and frustrated with trying to come up with a speech, you might be more than a little bit miffed that you’re having to deal with these Tech Priests yourself. Isn’t that what minions are supposed to be for - delegation? It’s only with a small amount of indignance that you rise from your seat and move around the desk.

“Lead on then,” you say. “I’ll handle this personally, since none of you seem to have the stones to do it yourself.”

The three Fleshcutters meekly bow their heads and take you towards the main gate. When you squeeze out of the Foundry’s large hangar doors, you’re able to see what your minions are so worked up about. Standing at the guard outpost at the front gate are three members of the Adeptus Mechanicus in their traditional red robes. They’re properly augmented, not at all like the Ironmongers. Between the three of them you count at least ten bionic limbs, not including the mechadendrites. Those total up to be nine in all, or three apiece. You can see why your Fleshcutters might be wary of having to fight them. That much tech is hard to cleave through with mundane weapons.

The Tech Priests don’t seem to have noticed you yet. How should you approach them?

> [1] Open up with your scythes. Quickly and quietly.
> [2] Introduce yourself as Scythe-Mistress of the Fleshcutters
> [3] Introduce yourself as Ember, daemon of Khorne
> [4] Let them make the first move
> [5] Write in
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>>1361555
>[2] Introduce yourself as Scythe-Mistress of the Fleshcutters

Maybe we can corrupt them into hereteks and get our Fleshcutters better blades and weapons
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>>1361555
>> [2] Introduce yourself as Scythe-Mistress of the Fleshcutters
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>>1361555
>> [2] Introduce yourself as Scythe-Mistress of the Fleshcutters
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>[4] Let them make the first move
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>>1361555
>> [2] Introduce yourself as Scythe-Mistress of the Fleshcutters
>> [3] Introduce yourself as Ember, daemon of Khorne
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>>1361555
> [2] Introduce yourself as Scythe-Mistress of the Fleshcutters
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>>1361561
I hope so. Getting our cultists some hot shot lasguns and maybe a few chain axes would be sick
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>>1361600
We should just make chainsword noises at them
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>>1361613
I'm sure they do whatever we want if we offer them enough theoretical toasters.
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>>1361555
So far, every mortal you’ve encountered seems to think of you as some form of mutant. There’s no sense in spilling the beans about you actually being a daemon. That might just ruin any chance at negotiation. Not that you’re expecting to get very far by talking to them. You’re not a wordsmith, remember?

As soon as you’re within earshot, you hear one of the Fleshcutters at the outpost say, “...Ah look. Here she is. Maybe you’ll listen to her.”

“What’s this about?” you call out, still closing the gap between yourself and the Tech Priests.

“These… ‘gentlemen’ want to conduct a survey of the Foundry.”

++We did not expect it to be occupied,++ chirps one of the red-robed Mechanicus. He must have a vocoder installed in his throat, as his voice is definitely modulated. ++Work Plant Zero-Zero-Alpha-Five has been dark for two decades.++

“Well it’s currently ours,” you reply.

++And who are you, exactly?++

“I am Scythe-Mistress of the Fleshcutters. If you want anything here you’ll have to go through me first.”

The Tech Priests look at one another and begin conversing in techna lingua. To you it just sounds like a bunch of screeching and high-pitched whining. Eventually, the one who has been speaking to you turns back to say, ++The Fleshcutters are an Underhive gang. They have no claim to this place.++

> [1] Tough. It’s ours now.
> [2] Oh well when you put it that way… (Attack)
> [3] Attempt to dissuade them in a more civil manner (Fel)
> [4] Write in
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>>1361616
>> [3] Attempt to dissuade them in a more civil manner (Fel)
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>>1361616
>[4] Write in

What are your goals for the Foundry?
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>>1361616
>> [3] Attempt to dissuade them in a more civil manner (Fel)

We need the toaster fuckers to make chainswords for our guys, let's only fuck them up if we have too.
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[4] Since you expected this place to be unoccupied why don't we share it and help each other? We aren't leaving and you probably expected to claim this spot for yourself.
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>>1361616
> [3] Attempt to dissuade them in a more civil manner (Fel)

We have practiced our stabbing, now we will practice words.

Tell them it was still their's 19 years ago. If they wanted it, they should have come sooner.
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>>1361616
>> [3] Attempt to dissuade them in a more civil manner (Fel)
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>>1361616
>> [1] Tough. It’s ours now.
you can ether work for us or die
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>>1361616
> [3] Attempt to dissuade them in a more civil manner (Fel)
This foundry's former occupants had no claim to this place either, yet we took it and actually made something with it. By right of conquest, it is ours and we are putting it to good use
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[3] it is.

1d100 vs a 27 please
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Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>1361655
Let's go!
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Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>1361655
Please Khorne, let us words correctly!
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Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>1361655
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>>1361656
>>1361660
>>1361661
Huh. A 3. Apparently Ember can words good today. Back shortly.
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Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>1361655
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>>1361616
You consider your next words carefully. There might not be a need to kill these three. But you also can’t afford to look weak in front of your Fleshcutters. So you settle on saying, “The Foundry’s former owners abandoned it years ago. It has sat unused and unclaimed for all that time. By right of conquest, it is now ours and being put to good use. If you wanted to claim it as your own, you had twenty years prior to this moment to do so. What is it that you expect to accomplish here?”

There’s another “hushed” conversation between the Tech Priests. Then their leader replies, ++We are investigating why this Work Plant was shut down in the first place. If all checks out, we had planned to make a recommendation to the Mechanicus here in the Hive to reactivate it.++

Something about the way he said that strikes you as odd. “Here in the Hive?” Are they not from here or something? You give them a good once over to see if you missed anything. Sure enough, you notice that they’re missing any sort of oath-cog. Now granted, you’ve only seen such cogs on Sanctionaries, but by all that Rikiar’s told you everyone save outsiders in the Hive should have one. So either these three are oathless (unlikely), or from off-world.

“Well you’d best make a recommendation that this Foundry is off-limits to all non-Fleshcutters.”

The leader of the Tech Priest shakes his head. ++That is not acceptable.++

> [1] Tough.
> [2] Is a scythe across your neck acceptable?
> [3] Continue to try and be diplomatic (Fel)
> [4] Write in
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>>1361711
>> [2] Is a scythe across your neck acceptable?
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>>1361711
> [1] Tough.
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>>1361711
>> [2] Is a scythe across your neck acceptable?
>> [3] Continue to try and be diplomatic (Fel)

They get one more chance before their stuff get's distributed to our best guys. And Feva.
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>[3] Continue to try and be diplomatic (Fel)
Ask what reactivating it entails. Can they do that while the Fleshcutters stay?

Maybe they can produce weapons and turn a blind eye to us. Maybe we can be hired security.
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[2] and [3] are tied it seems. Let's roll for [3], and you fail you'll just automatically roll into [2].

1d100 vs 27 please.
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Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>1361763
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>>1361711
> [3] Continue to try and be diplomatic (Fel)

And what are you going to offer us in exchange for OUR foundry?
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Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>1361763
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Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>1361763
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Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>1361763
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>>1361765
>>1361778
>>1361779
Survey says... Nope. Back in a bit!
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I say we target wires and tubes
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>>1361711
“Well what would be acceptable then, hmm? Do expect us to just up and leave because three cog-heads showed up and said so? We’re staying, and that’s that. Don’t like it? Too bad.”

++The alternative is…++

In one fluid movement, you summon one of your scythes and bring it right up to his neck. Before anyone present can react, you growl, “I don’t give a damn what the alternative is. Now either piss off or I distribute your goodies among my followers.”

The Fleshcutters present hastily fumble for their weapons. As for the other two Tech-Priests, they unsling their hot-shot lasguns and wave the barrel this way and that, searching for targets. The cogboy leader lets out a whistle. ++This explains what happened to Asbad. He was investigating in the lower Hive when he went dark. Now I see that you are likely responsible.++

Oh. So that’s why they weren’t sitting right with you. They’re part of that psyker’s Inquisitorial cell. You don’t let it show that you know this, though. “The Hive’s a big place. Maybe he just pissed someone off like you are now. Last chance: either piss off and never come back, or I make your departure permanent.”

There’s a very brief exchange of beeps and whistles between the Tech Priests, then the leader replies by letting out a deafening shriek. It causes all of the Fleshcutters to grasp at their ears in pain, but has little effect on you. So you ignore it, and opt to…

> [1] Slice off the Tech Priests’ heads (WS)
> [2] Use one of them as a baseball bat (S)
> [3] Yell back (S)
> [4] Write in
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>>1361816
>> [1] Slice off the Tech Priests’ heads (WS)
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>>1361816
> [1] Slice off the Tech Priests’ heads (WS)
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>>1361816
>> [1] Slice off the Tech Priests’ heads (WS)
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>[3] Yell back (S)

We can kill them later and we'll impress everyone while teaching them how to yell at the same time. It could go down in Fleshcutter history.
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>>1361816
>> [3] Yell back (S)
i swith to this
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>>1361816
>> [3] Yell back (S)
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>>1361816
>> [3] Yell back (S)

Capturing these three and drowning them in enough blood to rust their internal organs should make them our friends, right?
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I don't care if we attack right after, I just hope we yell first. It'll be good for the cute Fleshcutter girl who's supposed to teach everyone.
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>>1361832
Oh yeah, maybe the Slaaneshi would know how to brainwash/torture them to conversion.
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>>1361816
> [3] Yell back (S)
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>>1361840
I was thinking more along the lines of "make them stare at the Mark of Khorne for so long it's very concept is burned into their being" but yeah Nia probably has a quicker way of doing that.
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You can yell really loud like he did, right?

1d100 vs 44
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Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>1361865
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Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>1361865
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Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>1361865
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>>1361869
>>1361874
>>1361877
That's a lot of successes. Neat. Back in a bit!
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Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>1361865
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>>1361816
You’re not about to lose a shouting match with a mortal. Not by a longshot. So you breathe in deeply, puff out your chest, then bellow into the Tech Priest’s face. You don’t yell anything in particular, instead opting for sheer volume and force. The effects are almost immediate. Even with all of his augments, the Tech Priest’s ears and eyes begin to weep an oily blood. As does his fellows’. Additionally, since he’s so close to you, his eyes begin to turn a crimson red as all the blood vessels burst at once. When you finally stop screaming, they’ve become sightless orbs of pure plasma. He twitches on the spot, tilts his head to the side, then collapses backwards onto the ground with a loud, metallic thunk.

The remaining two Tech Priests don’t recover in time. They’re onset by a small wave of Fleshcutters and literally torn limb from limb. As your minions work, you realize that their ears are also more than likely busted, based on the trickles of blood on either side of their heads. Oops. At least it’ll make for a good story. Feva for sure will get some traction with teaching her fellow Fleshcutters now.

When the three Tech Priests lay disassembled before you, you push the Fleshcutters off and begin to police the bodies. You find a grand total of three hot-shot lasguns, complete with a backpack power supply each. You also find a couple of microbeads and data slates, the latter of which bear the mark of the Inquisition.

“Are you alright, S-Scythe-Mistress? We heard a great yell and…”

You rise and turn around to face Feva. She’s come running out from the Foundry with about twenty or so of her fellow gangers. She takes one look between you, her injured fellows, and the dead Tech Priests, then asks, “Um… Did you…?”

You bare your fangs at her in a wicked smile. “Indeed. I shouted at them.”

“That’s um… really cool. But let’s get these bodies out of view before anyone decides to come check out the noise.”

“That would be best, yes.”

> [1] Stay and help
> [2] Go back inside with Feva in tow
> [3] Go back inside alone
> [4] Write in
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>>1361913
>> [3] Go back inside alone
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>>1361913
>> [2] Go back inside with Feva in tow
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> [2] Go back inside with Feva in tow
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>>1361913
>> [2] Go back inside with Feva in tow
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>>1361913
>> [2] Go back inside with Feva in tow
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>>1361913
You start to walk back inside, motioning for Feva to follow you. “I think they can handle it from here. Walk with me.”

“S-Sure!”

There’s about thirty seconds of silence between the two of you before you say, “I’m told you have problems wielding a chainsword.”

She practically winces at your words, even though they weren’t said with ill-intent. “I um… A little maybe? Rikiar only ever let me practice with one once.”

“I see. We’ll have to do something about that.”

“Oh! No you don’t have to! I’m perfectly fine just using a normal sword…”

> [1] Nah let’s get you something special
> [2] I mean if you insist…
> [3] The alternative is I let Niazach get you something
> [4] Write in
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>>1361936
>> [3] The alternative is I let Niazach get you something
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>>1361913
>[2] Go back inside with Feva in tow
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>>1361936
>[3] The alternative is I let Niazach get you something
Whoops.
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>>1361936
>> [1] Nah let’s get you something special
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>>1361936
>> [1] Nah let’s get you something special
>> [3] The alternative is I let Niazach get you something

Maybe she can use one of those hotshot lasguns? Nowhere near as honorable or glorious as a chainsword, but if that's what she's good with it's what she's good with.
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>>1361946
strap one th the non cutting side of a cainsword
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> [4] Get her a flamer somehow. She won't even need to really aim. Let's burn our enemies as she spreads the word of Chaos.
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>>1361949
I dunno if that'd work since it has to be hooked up to a backpack. Plus the tubes would just get in the way.
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>>1361936

>[3] The alternative is I let Niazach get you something
Chain whips any one?
Or find her the big 2 handed chain swords
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I think [3] has it by a vote. Meta-bullying yay.
Back in a bit!
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>>1361936
You come to a stop and look at her with a maniacal grin. “The alternative is I let Niazach get you something,” you say (mostly in jest).

The effect of your words is much more pronounced this time. She visibly recoils, as if you’d swung at her with a great hammer. “N-N-No! Anything but that!”

“Haha. Well then, you’d best start learning to speak up for yourself! It’s the only way to keep that Slaaneshii idiot from glomping onto you. Those type of daemons can sense weakness and love to exploit it.”

Feva screws up her face, trying to look brave. “I am not weak!”

“Good, then you can carry these.”

You offload all three hot-shot lasguns and their backpacks into Feva’s arms. Almost immediately she drops to one knee under the weight. “Ooof!” she grunts.

“Keep one of those for yourself if you like,” you say as you resume walking as if nothing happened. “Sure it’s no blade, but it’ll still kill things nicely.”

“I um… I guess?”

“You guess? What did I just tell you?”

“F-Fine! I’ll keep one!”

“Good. I’ll still see about getting you a proper chain weapon to go with it. That way you’ll be ready for a foe at any range.”

Almost as soon as the two of you walk past the hangar doors, two Ironmongers rush up to Feva. “Where did you get those?” they ask, staring at the hot-shot lasguns with twinkling eyes. “What are you going to do with them?”

“I um…” Feva looks to you for help. You simply shake your head and walk away, snickering. Alone once more, you head…

> [1] Back to your office to do big, important things that are definitely not doing jack shit
> [2] Head to the altar to commune with Khorne
> [3] Back outside via a back entrance
> [4] Towards where you think Rikiar has put down his bedding
> [5] Write in
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>>1361992
>> [2] Head to the altar to commune with Khorne
lets talk to dad!
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>>1361992
>> [2] Head to the altar to commune with Khorne


Been awhile since we last communed with Cinder anyway, might as well check our progress.
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> [2] Head to the altar to commune with Khorne

We did something cool and Chaosy again so let's do that
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>>1361992
>> [4] Towards where you think Rikiar has put down his bedding
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Let's do a WP roll to see if you can get through Khorne's phone system

1d100 vs 21 (-20 because you have all of 2 infamy and no offerings)
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Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>1362049
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>>1362049
Hi dad!
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Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>1362060
whoops
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Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>1362049
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Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>1362049
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>>1362069
noice
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Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>1362049
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HMMM.

On on hand, the rule is that the roll does have to be linked to the post. That would count the 1. On the other, ZNsz Anon did roll before the 1 came about.

HMMMMMMMMM.

One anon roll me a d10. If it's higher than the number I have in mind, you get the 1.
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Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>1362078
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>>1362080
Congrats, the number was 4. You all get the 1. That means you use the secret extension to Khorne directly.

Back in a bit!
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>>1362078
What are you talking about? The anon who rolled the 1 is Zsu, not ZNsz....
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>>1362084
Neato.
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>>1362087
>>1362062 was the 50, not linked properly
>>1362069 was the 1, linked properly

Either way, you got the 1. So rejoice!
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>>1361992
...towards the little altar of Chaos that you and Niazach made. Surprisingly, you find that there’s about five Fleshcutters already there. They’ve turned the space before the altar into a miniature sparring ring. Naturally you step right up to the edge of it and demand, “And what exactly is going on here?”

The two currently engaged in fisticuffs stop and turn to you. “Scythe-Mistress,” they say reverently. One continues on to say, “Feva told us that Khorne valued self-improvement, so we are honing our combat skills while in His presence.” He nods at the black and white altar behind you.

“I see. Well, I need to use the altar for something. Stay quiet and out of my way.”

“Of course, Scythe-Mistress.”

They return to punching each other silly, albeit far more quietly and in a much smaller ring. That leaves you plenty of time to kneel before the altar, close your eyes, and reach out with your mind. You try to focus on contacting Khorne himself. Of course, you don’t really expect him to answer you. That’s why you’re suddenly surprised when you’re temporarily pulled out of your physical body and into a large white void. The only other occupant in this space is a gigantic throne, sitting upon which is the Blood God himself.

Khorne looks as he always has. He’s a broad, muscular humanoid that stands hundreds of feet tall. His face is that of a savage, snarling dog all but hidden beneath a helm decorated with the skulls of fallen kings. Heavy, overlapping plates of armor made of brass and blackened iron adorn his form. He glares down at you with two fiery red orbs, then speaks. Each word is a growl of endless fury.

“Aeabliril, you have come early,” he says, using your true name. “For what purpose do you seek my council?”

> [1] You wanted to talk about Her
> [2] You seek guidance about toppling Hive Desoleum
> [3] You seek powerful weapons and tools for your minions
> [4] Fangirl squeal
> [5] Write in
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>>1362115
>> [2] You seek guidance about toppling Hive Desoleum
>> [3] You seek powerful weapons and tools for your minions

the world first then HER!
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> [2] You seek guidance about toppling Hive Desoleum
> [4] Fangirl squeal (It's only polite)
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>>1362115
Can we do
>[4]
Then
>[2]
And
>[3]
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>>1362132
Seconding

We can save weapons for if he's in a good mood.
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>>1362115
> [5] Spill spaghetti
> [2] You seek guidance about toppling Hive Desoleum
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>>1362140
>Khorne in a good mood
W-what?
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>>1362147
Maybe he'll especially like our squeal.
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[4] -> [2] -> [3] I believe

Roll me a 1d100 for shit and giggles to see how hard you Fangirl squeal.
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Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>1362168
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Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>1362168
Cmon 1
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Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>1362168
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>>1362175
>>1362177
>>1362200
On a scale of 1 to KYAAA SEMPAI, I rate this an 8. Back in a bit!
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Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>1362168
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>>1362226
LAAAAAATE
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Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>1362168
Put this video on loop to praise Khorne:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87H6m2v4zNs
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>>1362115
First things first, you can’t resist letting out even the tiniest fangirl squeal. It’s only polite to do so after Khorne’s taken the time to speak with you personally. Thankfully, he takes it in stride, neight chiding nor scoffing at you. Instead he waits patiently for you to regain your composure.

You cough and clear your throat, then ask in a reverent tone, “I seek guidance about toppling Hive Desoleum. There are over 300 billion souls that I wish to sacrifice to you and to Chaos. I have but only my own strength and that of several hundred mortals.”

There’s a somewhat tense silence as your comparatively quiet voice dies out. Then Khorne replies, “Take the Oath-Cog belonging to the world’s Planetary Governor. Destroy it utterly in a broadcast to all of planet. Let the humans know despair. Then turn that anguish into rage. Goad them into overthrowing their masters now that the greatest oath has been violated. Only then will Desoleum burn to the ground and billions of skulls join the pile about the Skull Throne. You need not rely on mortals to accomplish this task, for I have gifted you with a great purpose. Take your destiny into your own two hands and show me that that gift was not misplaced.”

You bow your head. “Your council in this matter is both wise and fair. However, if I may impose upon you for a moment, I believe some of the mortals have potential. They need only be shown the proper way towards venerating your name. I have already begun this process on my own, but I believe a small gift of weapons and tools from your forges will ensure that they become a proper Blood Cult.”

Khorne shifts slightly on the throne as one of his giant hands leaves the armrest it was on to rub his chin. “Normally I would not permit this. But seeing as how you have shown to me that that cur Malice still exists in some corner of the Warp, I shall allow it. On one condition.”

“Name it, your grace.”

“When you return to the Warp, and you will someday, you are to seek out Malice and whatever forces it holds. I want their spirits broken and consumed, their very essence stamped out until nothing is left. Only then, when this task has been completed, will you be ready to face your ultimate opponent.”

Her,” you snarl.

“Yes, Cinder. Now take these weapons, and my words.”

>cont
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>>1362256
He reaches down with an impossibly large fist. You think it’s going to crush you, only for it to come to a stop mere inches from your body. It then opens up to reveal a pile of brass and black iron chain weapons. They’re of the same craftsmanship as your scythes, meaning they’re to be treasured and meted out only to those worthy. As you gather them up and send them to your tiny corner of the Warp, you come across a jet-black chain spear with golden tips. You pause for a moment, taking it up in your hands and looking up to Khorne questioningly.

“That is a fragment of the great spear that once held Hatespine the Bloodthirster. See to it that the mortal who receives it knows not only of its history but of the weight of such a weapon.”

“Of course.”

“Now, if that’s all…”

> [1] Bow harder than a Japanese man involved in a scandal
> [2] Ask for one more thing… (Write in)
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> [1] Bow harder than a Japanese man involved in a scandal
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>>1362260
> [3]
Fangirl squeal again
> [1]
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>>1362260
> [1] Bow harder than a Japanese man involved in a scandal
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>>1362266
I second a squeal of appreciation for the spear.
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>>1362260
>> [1] Bow harder than a Japanese man involved in a scandal
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Pretty sure [1] with some minor squealing involved.

This seems like a good place to call it for the evening. We'll pick back up tomorrow around 6-8pm, so watch Twitter and the thread here as usual. Hope you all have had fun so far!
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Rolled 17, 75, 79, 19 = 190 (4d100)

>>1362312
I want to roll 4 more dice.
I shall do so.
I doubt they affect anything.
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>>1362315
Niazach is whipped four times. Only two actually cause her enough pain to warrant a response.
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>>1362324
I am satisfied.
I have no idea why I am satisfied, as all logic dictates that I should not be affected at all.
But I am satisfied.
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Rolled 48, 37, 83, 13 = 181 (4d100)

>>1362312
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>>1362312
How disappointed is Khorne-senpai to know that we're working with a Slaneeshi
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PLAN: Khornate and Slaaneshi tagteam a Footloose Strategy on the cogs in the machine of this city but along with the dancing there's violence and hedonism.
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> >1362483 I'd like to see us try to recruit potential/actual Nurgle/Slaanesh. There must be hedonists/addicts and mutants and poor sick dudes in a hive right?
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>>1362260
You bow as much as is daemonly possible. “Thank you for your time, O great Khorne.”

Khorne lets out a sinister-sounding laugh that resonates with raw bloodlust. The white void around you begin to swirl and fade to black. When you open your eyes again, you see that you’ve returned to your body (such as it is) back in the Materium. Looking around, you see that nothing’s changed while you were gone. The Fleshcutters are still sparring, and you’ve otherwise been left alone. You shrug and stand, only to stop when one of the gangers calls out.

“I thought you said you were going to pray or whatever,” one of the stand-bys on the edge of the sparring circle calls.

“I-” You fall silent as you realize what it must have looked like to everyone else. Your meeting with Khorne took almost no time at all. Such is the insignificance of time in the Warp. Centuries there could be mere seconds here. But you don’t feel like explaining any of that to mortals right now. “Just keep sparring,” you snap back at the ganger.

He actually snaps a non-mocking salute. “Aye, Ma’am.”

You try not to roll your eyes as you return to your office to contemplate things. It’s only once you’re sat behind the desk with your feet up do you take stock of what just happened. Khorne basically told you that the path to burning Desoleum lies with destroying the greatest Oath-Cog of them all. Also that you’re supposedly capable of doing so on your own, without any assistance. You’re not about to second guess the faith he’s placed in you. Still, you can’t just rush up the Hive and expect to reach Lady Desoleum unscathed. You’ll need some sort of plan.

There’s also the matter of the weapons you received. Twenty-four in all (twenty-five if you include the rune chain spear), you need to decide what to do with them. The daemon-forged weapons should be given out only to those mortals who you believe to be worthy of such a gift. As for the spear, that should be a reward for a mortal who proves themselves above and beyond in battle. A rune weapon is nearly unique in terms of rarity, due to the fact they’re all fragments of weapons that once housed a daemon. It’s about the second most powerful kind of weapon a mortal could hope to get their hands on. That makes your task of selecting a wielder extremely important.

“Um… Scythe-Mistress, can I come in?”

You look over at the door to see Feva poking her head in. “Sure,” you say, not moving from your spot. She hurries inside and shuts the door behind her.

“Those Ironmongers tried to take all of the hot-shot lasguns. I hid them away for now, b-but…”

“But what?”

She timidly meets your eyes. “I think they only care about venerating the weapons’ machine spirits. They don’t care about you, me, or anything else. Being around them makes me very wary.”

> cont
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>>1363408
“That’s probably a good thing. I was planning on maybe pawning them off to Niazach, what with their preference for ranged combat and all.”

Feva nods in agreement. “T-That would probably be a good fit, yes. Anything that keeps them away from me.”

“Right. So tell me - why are you in here and not out there spreading the word of Khorne?”

Her eyes go wide. “Oh! Umm… right. I’ll get right on that.”

She stands to leave, only to stop when you call out, “Hey Feva.”

“Hm?”

> [1] How would you like a daemon-forged weapon?
> [2] Go fight someone with a chainsword, win, and take their weapon from them
> [3] Never mind
> [4] Write in
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>>1363416
> [2] Go fight someone with a chainsword, win, and take their weapon from them
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>>1363416
>> [1] How would you like a daemon-forged weapon?
what could go wrong with this idea?
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>>1363416
>> [2] Go fight someone with a chainsword, win, and take their weapon from them

I say we hold a tournament for the weapon, winner gets to fight us and if they can actually hit us they get it.
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>>1363416
>> [2] Go fight someone with a chainsword, win, and take their weapon from them
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>[1] How would you like a daemon-forged weapon?

I think we should make her fight Niazach or something to earn it. Like she wouldn't have to win. She's gotta confront her fear.
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[2] it is. Back in a bit!
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>>1363416
>[2] Go fight someone with a chainsword, win, and take their weapon from them

Khorne has provided assistance in his infinite anger. But only to those who prove themselves, this is a holy mission
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>>1363416
“If you want a chainsword, the fastest and most simple way to get one is to duel someone for theirs.”

Feva bites her lower lip. “I… I mean, I guess? Beating them with only my short sword will be tough…”

Your recent visit with Khorne gives you an idea of what to say next. “Khorne provides his assistance only to those who prove themselves. Consider this your first holy mission.”

“R-Right. I’ll um… go try and find someone then. Wish me luck!”

She slips out of your office before you can get in another word. You think about going after her, finally deciding…

> [1] Watching her fight may prove fruitful
> [2] You have better things to do than babysit a mortal
> [3] Write in
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>>1363493
>> [2] You have better things to do than babysit a mortal
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>>1363493
> [1] Watching her fight may prove fruitful
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What if she fought an even weaker moeblob for the chainsword to prove her ruthlessness and conviction?
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>>1363493
> [1] Watching her fight may prove fruitful
we must shape her in to a proper warrior of khorne
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>>1363501
Cowardly. Unworthy. Slaaneshi.
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>>1363493
>[1] Watching her fight may prove fruitful

I want to see how the little pet project turns out. Reminds me of that one comic where the guards-woman falls to Khorne after running out of recaff
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>>1363493
>> [1] Watching her fight may prove fruitful
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[1] has it. Back shortly!
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>>1363493
...that making sure your little pet project turns out well is far more interesting than sitting here in your office trying to come up with plans. So you once again leave your office behind to stalk Feva. She’s not that hard to find. You watch her from a distance as she nervously sizes up any Fleshcutter she sees with a chainsword. She goes through perhaps ten or so such individuals before finally opening her mouth. There’s some sort of heated exchange between her and the man in question, culminating in the pair of them stomping off towards the Chaos altar.

When the three of you arrive (you still very much in the back as a passive observer), the sparring circle is almost immediately expanded to give both combatants ample room. As Feva and her chosen foe square off, the gathering crowd of spectators shout advice and jeers. Feva’s opponent responds by revving their chainsword and flourishing it. He goes through several twirling forms before finally leveling the spinning blade at Feva. The fact that he didn’t cut himself at all while showing off like that is fairly impressive, for a mortal. Chainswords tend to have a massive amount of inertia, hence why swinging them requires great strength. It almost makes you worry for Feva.

That’s when Feva does the unexpected. Instead of drawing her own blade, she simply flicks her wrist. A throwing knife slides out from her sleeves, and is sent promptly at her foe. Feva’s so quick that the man has no time to react. The knife pierces his throat and slices it open. Blood spurts out of the jugular as the man mouths wordlessly and falls to the ground. The crowd goes deadly silent at this turn of events.

> [1] Start clapping for her
> [2] Call the dead man an idiot
> [3] Scold Feva for “cheating”
> [4] Write in
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>>1363568
>> [2] Call the dead man an idiot
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>>1363568
> [2] Call the dead man an idiot
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>>1363568
>> [2] Call the dead man an idiot
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>>1363568
>> [2] Call the dead man an idiot
also laugh at the fool
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>[2] Call the dead man an idiot AND say she should train under the Slaanesh with that kind of coordination
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I think she could use a chain scythe!
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>>1363568
You find yourself laughing mercilessly at this turn of events. “What a fucking idiot!” you shout from behind the crowd. “He didn’t even think to guard his neck! It takes a special kind of stupid to not be prepared for a throwing knife!”

The spectators mumble amongst themselves for a moment, then begin jeering at the corpse like you. Feva blushes all the same as she walks over to pick up the fallen chainsword. Thanks to your keen warrior eye, you can immediately tell several things when she hefts the weapon. It’s much too heavy for her, even without the chain part spinning. Plus she holds it more like a chain blade than a chain sword. She’ll definitely need some training if there’s any hope of her wielding it properly. The good news for Feva is that none of the Fleshcutters seem to notice her struggling to cart the weapon off.

> [1] Go congratulate her yourself once she’s away from prying ears
> [2] Let her do her own thing for now
> [3] Announce that this has given you a wonderful idea - there should be a tournament!
> [4] Write in
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>>1363625
>> [3] Announce that this has given you a wonderful idea - there should be a tournament!
>4 the Winner get a prize!
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>>1363625
> [3] Announce that this has given you a wonderful idea - there should be a tournament!
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>>1363625
> [3] Announce that this has given you a wonderful idea - there should be a tournament!
also Feva needs to start working out!
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> [3] Announce that this has given you a wonderful idea - there should be a tournament!

Gotta find other potential talent
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>>1363625
>> [3] Announce that this has given you a wonderful idea - there should be a tournament!
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F-Feva or Niazach might be good for that.
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>>1363625
Seeing all this has given you a wonderful idea. What better way to figure out who should be given daemon-forged weapons than by pitting the Fleshcutters against one another? Assuming, of course, they manage to impress you with their fighting. The weak fighting the weak proves nothing. You want to see true strength and rage. So you announce:

“This shall be the first fight of many. We shall begin a tournament to discover who among you is truly worthy of Khorne’s notice. Spread the word that all who wish to prove themselves should consult with Rikiar in order to sign up. The fights shall last until one is incapacitated, dead, or yields. To the overall victor shall go the spoils. What those spoils are I leave to your imagination.”

This gets the crowd talking. There’s all sorts of discussion about whether they should sign up and what the prize might be. In the meantime, you head off to find Rikiar and let him in on your plan before he’s caught unawares. You come across him in one of the storage rooms turned barracks. He’s carefully oiling his chain sword while sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Ah, Scythe-Mistress,” he says without looking up. “What is it you need of me?”

You quickly fill him in. He takes it in stride, remarking, “That’s probably a good idea. Though if I may, perhaps we should wait until other sects of Fleshcutters have joined us. That way there will be a bigger pool of fighters, and we won't risk losing our main fighting force.”

“Makes sense,” you reply. “Have we heard back from those other sects yet?”

“Only two have responded thus far: Teias and Berig. They plan to join us with a force two hundred strong a piece.”

“That will bring our total of warm bodies to over a half a thousand. Excellent.”

> [1] That’s all you had for Rikiar for now
> [2] Actually there’s something you’ve been meaning to ask him… (Write in)
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>>1363693


> [1] That’s all you had for Rikiar for now
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>>1363693
>> [1] That’s all you had for Rikiar for now
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>>1363693
> [1] That’s all you had for Rikiar for now
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>>1363693
>> [1] That’s all you had for Rikiar for now
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>>1363693
>> [2] Actually there’s something you’ve been meaning to ask him… (Write in)
Why's he a fleshcutter?
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>>1363689
Hahaha. I sensed that coming.
Y'know, octagon/round girls.
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>>1363720
It occurs to you that Rikiar never really told you how he became a Fleshcutter in the first place. Normally such inane things wouldn’t cross your mind, but since he’s proven to be somewhat helpful you figure you might as well learn a little bit more about him.

“Why are you a Fleshcutter?” you ask.

He shrugs. “Why are you a daemon?”

“I was born that way.”

“Well there’s your answer. Not much choice in Desoleum. Either you bow your head and join the cattle, or you end up joining a gang in the Underhive.”

Huh.

>>1363693
You nod and turn to leave. “That’s all for now. Keep me appraised of any developments.”

“Of course, Scythe-Mistress.”

With that you…

> [1] Return to your office
> [2] Seek out Feva to begin her training
> [3] See if the contact information Niazach left is any good
> [4] Go outside to practice with your scythes
> [5] Write in
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>>1363749
>> [2] Seek out Feva to begin her training
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>[3] See if the contact information Niazach left is any good

Maybe she can bring us even more people to watch/join the tournament.
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>>1363749
>[3] See if the contact information Niazach left is any good
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>>1363749
> [3] See if the contact information Niazach left is any good
I wonder if there are any oath-cog strip clubs where the girls have to do anything so long as the customer upholds the oath to not touch?
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>>1363749
>> [4] Go outside to practice with your scythes
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[3] it is. Back in a bit!
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>>1363749
You might as well see if the contact information Niazach left you is any good. She might be able to pull in more mortals to watch and/or participate in the tournament. So you return to your office to search for the piece of paper she left behind. When you find it, you see that there’s a frequency written on it. Thankfully you now have your own microbead, courtesy of those dead Tech Priests. All you have to do is tune to the proper frequency and speak.

“Niazach, are you there?” You wait a good minute before repeating yourself. You do this three more times, growing ever more impatient, until finally she replies.

“Ah, Ember,” she says in a jovial tone. You can just make out background noises that would seem to indicate she’s in some sort of casino or bar. “How are you? Are things alright?”

“They’re fine. We’re setting up a tournament among the Fleshcutters. I thought you might like to play the part of a promoter.”

“Ooo, I’d love to! And I think I know just where to start. Was there anything else you had for me?”

> [1] Yes (Write in)
> [2] Nope
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>[1] Yes, look for anyone who might join us in our scheming for Chaos/freedom from authority, not just people interested in a fight.
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>>1363837
I will go with this
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>>1363819
“Yes. Look for anyone who might be sympathetic to Cha-” You remember that you’re on an unencrypted channel and quickly change your words. “...to our drive to bring freedom to the Hive. People interested in a fight are all well and good, but we need more among our ranks.”

“Of course~ I’ll see what I can do. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a whipping to return to.”

You don’t even care to know who’s doing the whipping to whom. The line goes quiet as you remove the microbead from your ear. That just leaves you with ample time to do… well, nothing. This whole mortal concept of linear time can be so annoying. If you were back in the Warp, you’d have plenty to keep you busy in terms of fights. Here you have to wait on the humans to get things in motion. Perhaps Khorne was right - you shouldn’t be relying on them as much as you are.

> [1] Pass the time until either you’re bothered or the tournament starts
> [2] Do something else (Write in)
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>sympathetic to Cha-
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>>1363881
> [1] Pass the time until either you’re bothered or the tournament starts
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>>1363881
>> [2] Seek out Feva to begin her training
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> [2] See if anyone knows how to make your new bases's equipment operational. Can anyone in your group craft things with it?

I guess the Ironmongers can but I didn't read when we first met them. Maybe we can ask them what they think of the place/what they can do with it.
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>>1363915

This
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>>1363881
>> [1] Pass the time until either you’re bothered or the tournament starts
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I'm going to have to duck out an hour earlier than usual. I'll be back around 2am (5 hours from now) to update some more. We'll probably do these two write-ins: >>1363904 & >>1363915

In the meantime, questions!
1. For the Tournament, would you rather remain Ember and thus a passive spectator? Or would you like to temporarily control a nameless mook?
2. What sort of training will you have Feva undergo?
3. Any ideas about how to get to the one Oath-Cog to rule them all?
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>>1363949
1. I want to play as the most generic Fleshcutter Mook, Gronk Nailteeth!
2. A course in anatomy, a gym membership, arms practice, Starcraft 2, the works.
3. We focus on making mini-mes from our spilt blood.
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If you want to know about the planet it's on the 40k wiki
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1. I like remaining Ember

2. I dunno yet but the thought just occurred to me that maybe we should consider getting our favored followers tattoos/some kind of markings. Errybody has them in art. That might please Niazach too. We don't want to be wearing a collar while everyone else wears whatever.

3. I personally like the idea of poisoning someone important or finding someone already ill and claiming only Chaos/we can cure them.

Or maybe we could unleash a magic plague and cause a riot/rebellion and take advantage of the confusion.

Maybe we could get Niazach or someone else to find out the weaknesses/vices/desires of the people in power. She's a psyker and knows how to change her appearance. Maybe she could have fun pretending to be a space nun and play dress-up and spy.
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>>1363949
Will we have a chance to kill your fleshcutter waifu in this tournament as another fleshcutter, or has she already excused herself from it with her little knife throw?
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>>1364006
N-Not our waifu
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>>1364017
It always sucks when ELH gets a waifu, you gotta off them as soon as you can.
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>>1364022
good luck with that!
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>>1364036
Well, I managed to get ELH to cut his time-wasting space-eating Nurgle bitch out of the story last time. Hopefully Feva won't take us on boring adventures to old ruins to regale us with her stupid mortal backstory of sadness that has nothing to do with shit.

Well, she's been fun so far, I hope that ELH has learned to spread the fun activities among all his characters instead of giving some fun things and others only the most boring of things.
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>>1364044
Though, I suppose that the Acerea character was only a symptom of his poor writing at the time, he gave all the fun bits and interactions to Ignitrix and Cinder, while expecting us to care at all about Acerea when all she did was mope and "ara ara" at her friends.
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We need to wipe out the Sanctionary Bondsmen first
http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Desoleum
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>Malal is around
That means a tsundere Malalette, right? One that will aid us in the mission to destroy Cinder and Malal itself, but not b-because I like you or anything, baka.
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I'm back but I have zero energy. It'll probably be better if I just sleep now and start up early tomorrow. Thanks for bearing with me! I'll see you all around 6pm (15 hours from now)
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>>1364913
Sleep well.
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>>1364808
>>1364814
>>1364910
if we throw it at the guard they will all die
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>>1364351
Malal is so warped that its creatures' display of emotion is deretsun.
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>>1364077
>>1364044
But I liked her... granted she aint as cool as bestbug and best bird but she wasnt all bad.
I hope feva is one of those crazy ones, the mousy shy ones untill she is pushed right then snaps into a bloodlust worthy of khorne.
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>>1365563
We must dump buckets of blood on her during her training!
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Aaaaa I slept in really late. Let me get a pot of coffee going and then I'll get to writing.
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>>1363881
Since you have time to kill, you look into a few things around the Foundry, starting with whether or not the production line can be used to craft anything. The Ironmongers you consult seem to think that, given a new influx of raw materials, they could probably at least start churning out new las weapons. The Foundry’s definitely not equipped to make proper melee weapons though. Unless you count clubbing someone over the head with a flashlight, that is. So overall, not exactly exciting news.

The other matter you look into is Feva’s training. You start by teaching her several Khornate exercises designed to help increase focus and finesse. She takes to learning pretty well, asking questions that are both well-timed and smartly inquisitive. You don’t think she’ll be swinging that new chainsword of hers around anytime soon, but this will at least get her reflexes and forms up to par. Plus, she’ll be able to teach the other Fleshcutters what she’s learned. You suppose that’s become her unofficial function - an envoy of all things Khornate.

Otherwise the next week passes fairly uneventfully. Teias’ and Berig’s contingent of Fleshcutters arrive and help lock down the rest of the Foundry. Rikiar gets close to a hundred applicants for the tournament. Niazach remains in places unknown higher up in the Hive, but assures you she’ll have a lovely crowd to bring to the tournament. Preparations for said tournament are underway, mostly consisting of clearing out a large space outside of the Foundry proper and erecting bleachers. The Ironmongers also rig up a series of vid-casters in case the stands fill up. As for you? You play the part of a brooding supervisor, metting out directions and chastisement as necessary. In all that time, not a single soul disturbs your little operation.

Finally the day of the tournament arrives. Niazach arrives with a group close to two hundred in size. Still in her human form, she seeks you out as her followers fill the stands along with the Fleshcutters.

“You’d be surprised how many people are willing to listen to a little Chaos when their guard is down,” she muses as her form slowly shifts back to its normal.

“You went to a pleasure den,” you point out. “What did you expect?”

“Oh I don’t know… I guess a little pleasure. But nothing they had was really all that interesting after the first hour. It was terribly boring.”

“Sucks to be you I guess. Though I think you get off on the whole denial thing.”

She pretends to be taken aback. “I’d never!”

“Uh huh, sure.”

Niazach motions at the already packed stands. The overbleed begins to form around the vid-casters. “I see you’ve been busy as well. Plan on giving any sort of speech?”

> [1] You have a very long speech about Khorne planned
> [2] You have a very short speech about honor and combat planned
> [3] You are not a wordsmith
> [4] Write in
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>>1365939
> [3] You are not a wordsmith
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>>1365939
>> [3] You are not a wordsmith
LETS SEE SOME BLOOD!
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>>1365939
>> [2] You have a very short speech about honor and combat planned

Honorable combat first, daemon god beyond their comprehension second.
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>>1365939
>> [3] You are not a wordsmith
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>>1365939
>> [2] You have a very short speech about honor and combat planned
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>>1365939
You shake your head. “I am not a wordsmith. I had not planned on saying anything aside from a few words.”

“Oh come now! You’ve had a whole week to come up with something Khorney! How do you expect people to follow you if you can’t inspire them with a speech or two?”

An old Khornate maxim comes to mind. “A good commander is benevolent and unconcerned with fame,” you reply. “I prefer my actions to speak for me, not my words. If those actions are enough to inspire others, then so be it.” You silently add, Besides, all of you are just tools to get me one step closer to Her.

Niazach shrugs and goes off to presumably watch the tournament. You remain on the threshold of the Foundry, not wanting any of the new arrivals to see your daemonic glory just yet. Eventually, Rikiar comes and finds you.

“There you are, Scythe-Mistress. We’re ready to begin. If you’ll follow me, we’ve set up a small, private viewing booth for you.”

“Lead on, then,” you say, following in his wake.

You’re taken around the backside of the crowd, right up to a repurposed Sanctionary watchtower. At the top, you’re afford a view of the entire sparring area. There’s a couch from Khorne knows where for you to sit upon, as well as a number of technological devices of unknown purpose.

“If you’d like to make a speech,” Rikiar says, motioning at a microphone. “Simply press that button and speak. Otherwise, press this button here to fire off the opening flares.”

> [1] Say something (Fel)
> [2] Fire off the flares
> [3] Write in
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>>1366003
>> [1] Say something (Fel)
"Fight Well in the name of Khorne!"
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>>1366003
>> [1] Say something (Fel)
Khorne is watching, please do try to impress.
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I'm sure it'll be fine unless you roll a 100.

1d100 vs 27 please
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>>1366056
Come onnnn, 100!
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Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>1366056
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Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>1366056
>>1366060
Shoot, can't capitalize "dice"
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Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>1366056
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>>1366061
>>1366067
>>1366075
Hey would you look at that, exactly 27.

Back in a bit!
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>>1366075
Sooooo, is that good?
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Exactly 27!
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>>1366003
“I think I’ll say something…” You clear your throat, position yourself just far enough away from the microphone so as not to cause feedback, then go hot. Your voice resonates from speakers built into the stands.

“You know the rules so I’ll make this brief. Fight well, and with honor, in the name of Khorne! Let the tournament commence!”

With perfect timing, you set off the flares. Like miniature fireworks, they streak into the air with loud whistles. A great cheer comes up from the crowd, and the tournament begins. The first couple of fights are fairly standard. Nothing overly exciting happens as far as you’re concerned. The mortals seem to take great enjoyment in cheering and betting on the fighters though. With nearly a hundred combatants and only one on one fights, the beginning round seems to stretch on forever.

It’s only towards the end of the round that something interesting happens. Two bulky chainsword wielders crash against each other like waves on the beach. They seem to be on fairly even footing, neither giving an opening or making any mistakes. Their match lasts far longer than the others thus far. Eventually, one of their chainswords breaks. You’d think that’d be the end of it, but the now unarmed fighter simply begins punching the shit out of his foe. Soon they’re both engaged in fisticuffs. Naturally, this goes over very well with the spectators.

“How long do you think they’ll go for?” asks Rikiar to no one in particular.

> [1] Until one yields, or dies
> [2] You’ll make a special exception in this case, allowing both to advance
> [3] Write in
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>>1366130
>> [2] You’ll make a special exception in this case, allowing both to advance
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>>1366130
>> [1] Until one yields, or dies
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>>1366130
>> [1] Until one yields, or dies
>3 that said they both deserve congratulations if they live
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[1] by a vote it seems. Back in a bit!
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could we use the dead to summon more daemons? I don't know how this shit works
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>>1366130
“Until one yields, or dies,” you reply. “Though I will at least say they’ve put on a show thus far.”

“Mmm.”

Another several minutes pass. By now, each impact of fists causes great bruising and even some spatters of blood. Their endurance is fairly impressive. It’s only when one of them clocks the other square across the jaw that one of them goes down. And stays down, it seems. You’re pretty sure the fallen Fleshcutter is simply knocked out, but that’s all that needs to happen for his opponent to advance. You consider saying something, but think better of it. The victor is led off field with great fanfare as two new combatants enter the ring.

Though not as exciting, the remaining fights of the round are at least entertaining. They’re much more even matches, which leads you to believe that either Rikiar didn’t do a good enough job matchmaking, or that some Fleshcutters simply got the luck of the draw. There’s a break between rounds, in which you…

> [1] Remain in your booth for now
> [2] Go off to do something else until the finals
> [3] Consult with Rikiar about those two Fleshcutters from earlier
> [4] Write in

>>1366208
If they were ritual sacrifices, maybe. But just dead people gets you nowhere.
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>>1366222
>> [1] Remain in your booth for now
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>>1366222
>> [3] Consult with Rikiar about those two Fleshcutters from earlier
>>4 also ask why he isn't competing.
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> [3] Consult with Rikiar about those two Fleshcutters from earlier

Let's get them teamed up as battle bros so they don't have bad blood with each other and they work as a good team.
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>>1366222
...ask Rikiar, “Who were those two from earlier? The ones in the longest fight.”

“If I recall correctly, their names are Eraric and Crocus. The former was the victor.”

“I see. If they both survive this tournament, I want them paired up and issued new chainswords. Or, at least, weapons that won’t fail them mid-combat.”

Rikiar bows his head. “Of course, Scythe-Mistress. Did any other entrants catch your attention?”

You shrug. “A few seemed somewhat promising, but I’ll need to see how they do in the later rounds. What surprises me that neither you, nor Feva, entered.”

“Ah… Well. I can’t speak for the girl. As for me, it seemed a little improper to both coordinate the tournament and compete at the same time.”

“I could have easily pawned that duty off to someone else.”

“True, but then it wouldn’t have been done right.”

You can’t argue with that. Rikiar seems to be good at what he does when it comes to organization. So instead you return your attention to the fights. This time, the remaining fifty entrants fight in pairs. That is to say, two fights happen at the same time rather than only one. It speeds things up considerably. Soon the number of fighters dwindles to 25, then 13. It all seems to be going smoothly.

Then there’s an explosion from the main gate. The crowd cries out in alarm and worry as everyone looks towards the gate, including you. There you see several Rhino APCs steamrolling through the barricades. They’re painted in the same colors of the Sanctionaries, and there’s several such oathsmen riding on top of each.

> [1] Leave to go handle this problem yourself
> [2] Announce to everyone to remain calm
> [3] Call for all able blades to defend the Foundry
> [4] Write in
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>>1366299
> [1] Leave to go handle this problem yourself
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>>1366299
>> [1] Leave to go handle this problem yourself
OK WHO'S GOT THE BALLS!?!
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>>1366299
>> [2] Announce to everyone to remain calm
then
> [1] Leave to go handle this problem yourself
>>4 Rikiar is in charge of running things while I keep our guests occupied, listen to him.
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>>1366299
>> [1] Leave to go handle this problem yourself
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Remember lets take some alive so we can use them for summoning later!
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>>1366299
> [1] Leave to go handle this problem yourself

"We have new contestants it seems! WELL STEP RIGHT UP!"
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also METAL BOXES!?!?!
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Maybe we should take our sick spear with us in this fight
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>>1366299
“Seems like we have some new contestants,” you gleefully observe. “Rikiar, you’re in charge while I’m gone. Keep things moving. I’ll make sure our new guests are… properly entertained.”

“As you wish, Scythe-Mistress.”

Rikiar takes to the microphone and begins trying to placate the crowd. Meanwhile, you hop down from the booth and sprint to meet the Rhinos halfway. They come to a rumbling halt about five meters away from you. There’s an intense staredown, only broken when one of the speakers in the APCs comes to life.

“The oathless scum have thirty minutes to vacate the Foundry,” says what you assume is the Sanctionary’s leader. “Otherwise lethal force will be authorized. Those with oath-cogs are to remain and face proper judgement.”

> [1] Tell them they can stick their judgement up their arsenal
> [2] Shout really loud at them (S)
> [3] Attack with your scythes before they catch on (WS)
> [4] Microbead Niazach and tell her to start sniping away
> [5] Write in
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>>1366354
>> [4] Microbead Niazach and tell her to start sniping away
> [2] Shout really loud at them (S)
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> [4] Microbead Niazach and tell her to start sniping away
> [2] Shout really loud at them (S)
> [5] Magically have your spear on your back or something just in case. Could it stab through a Rhino with our strength?
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>>1366354
>> [3] Attack with your scythes before they catch on (WS)
LET IT BEGIN!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-gSJW3sHXE
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[4] then [2] I believe.

1d100 vs 44 please

I may have to duck out for dinner after this roll, just so you all know.
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Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>1366411
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anyone else going to roll?
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Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>1366411
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>>1366454
THANK YOU!
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Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>1366411
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>>1366415
>>1366454
>>1366471
A 3 will do nicely. I'll be back in a couple of hours or so unless drinking shenanigans last longer than expected. The perils of having IRL friends. Thanks for bearing with me!
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should we try to NOT destroy the transports? I would like to keep them for later!
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Ugh, that took far too long for my liking. To make up for it, I'll be running late Saturday around 10pm
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have some more Khornate music!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZDGtxHWMQ0
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Rolled 99, 95, 28 = 222 (3d100)

>>1366476
++SUMMONING %t Right click the Portal and DONT MOVE++
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Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>1366411
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I return for a few moments bearing smug gifts. I'll start updating again in 2-4 hours.
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We'll get a harem from daemonettes from all the Gods Cinder didn't get.
We got one from Slaanesh, next up is a Malalette, maybe something from Valchocht, an Angylette and we'll see if Ynnead is in a gifting mood.
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I hope one of these fuckers have a new flamer for us!
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>>1366354
You immediately put a hand to your ear to activate your microbead. Over the frequency between yourself and Niazach, you order, “Get that rifle of yours out and start shooting. Don’t destroy the transports if you can help it.”

Niazach’s quick to reply, “Of course, Ember~”

Then you begin shouting at the Sanctionaries, mostly in daemonic at first. Your goal being to establish that you’re a very real threat that should be listened to. The effect is about what you’d expect. The mortals you can see all grip their weapons tightly and tense up, as if in fear. Some even go so far as to hop off of their Rhino rides and run in the complete opposite direction of you.

“Good,” you snarl. “Now that I have your attention, I have a rebuttal. You can abandon your little metal boxes and run for your lives now. Otherwise…” You summon forth your scythes and swirl them around with your wrists. “Lethal force will be authorized.”

There’s a moment of silence as you stare down the lead Rhino. Then the back door of the one on the right pops open. Sanctionaries begin pouring out, screaming and sprinting away from you. This causes the voice over the Rhino speaker to bark, “Stop running you cowards! It’s just one mutant! Get back here and fight!”

Poor mortals. They really don’t know how fucked they truly are. That said, you do kinda have two Rhinos left to deal with. Each probably contains close to twenty or so Sanctionaries depending on how tightly they’re packed in. You could easily kill them all and destroy their Rhinos too, but maybe they can both be useful. You’re pretty sure your Fleshcutters would take great pleasure in tearing forty Sanctionaries apart. As for the Rhinos, more ways of getting around the Hive are always welcome.

> [1] Attempt to intimidate them again (S)
> [2] Use your scythes on one of the Rhino’s treads to immobilize it (WS)
> [3] Cleave a Rhino in two length-wise (WS)
> [4] Run around to the back and tear open a door (Ag)
> [5] Write in
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>>1369343
>[1] Attempt to intimidate them again (S)

The less we break, the less we have to fix
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>>1369343
>> [1] Attempt to intimidate them again (S)
turn them to chaos with fear!
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>>1369343
> [2] Use your scythes on one of the Rhino’s treads to immobilize it (WS)
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>>1369343
>> [1] Attempt to intimidate them again (S)
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>>1369343
>> [4] Run around to the back and tear open a door (Ag)
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>>1369343
> [1] Attempt to intimidate them again (S)
MORE FEAR
MORE PAIN
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[1] it is. Let's see just how much you can milk that daemonic aura of yours

1d100 vs 44
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Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>1369390
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Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>1369390
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Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>1369390
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>>1369400
>>1369408
>>1369409
Anon with the save at the end. Back in a bit!
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>>1369343
“Perhaps I was not clear,” you announce. You begin walking slowly towards the Rhinos, swinging your scythes along the ground as you go. They leave great gashes in the rockcrete. “Leave now or die.

This time only about ten or so Sanctionaries abandon their posts, something that their leader notes with great frustration.

“FINE! I’ll show you how to properly deal with a loud-mouthed mutant like this.”

The middle Rhino’s engines roar, and the APC begins lumbering at you. Flamer barrels pop out from slots in the sides and begin coating the immediate area in promethium. Before you’re run over or blasted with flame, you…

> [1] Suplex the Rhino (S)
> [2] Slice open the Rhino (WP)
> [3] Dodge out of the way (Ag)
> [4] Let your body stop it dead in its tracks (T)
> [5] Write in
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>>1369443
> [4] Let your body stop it dead in its tracks (T)
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>>1369443
> [1] Suplex the Rhino (S)
Suplex city, here we come
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>>1369443
>> [4] Let your body stop it dead in its tracks (T)
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>>1369443
>> [4] Let your body stop it dead in its tracks (T)
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>>1369443
>[1] Suplex the Rhino (S)

The most intimidating action is usually the one that is too stupid to work.

And then it does...

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>>1369443
>> [4] Let your body stop it dead in its tracks (T)
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>> [1] Suplex the Rhino (S)
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Close, but [4] takes it.

1d100 vs 44 please
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Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>1369538
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Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>1369538
we can Suplex later!
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Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>1369538
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>>1369550
>>1369554
>>1369567
Another clutch save. Back in a bit!
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>>1369443
...stand your ground. You dig your talons deep into the ground shoulder-width apart and wait. The Rhino continues barreling towards you through jets of fire. If anything, you standing still has goaded the driver to go even faster. Rather foolish of them, you think.

Seconds later, the Rhino hits you with a resonating clang. It’s stopped dead in its tracks as if it had run into a starship bulkhead. The front buckles and lifts slightly into the air, but not anywhere enough to crush you or knock you out of the way. You can hear the APC’s treads futilely scraping against the ground as the engines whine in protest. The Sanctionaries inside try to point their flamers at you, but they can’t quite get a proper angle. Instead, the liquid fire arcs over you and splatters behind you.

“Hit her from the other side!” roars the leader of the Sanctionaries. Sure enough, the other, half-filled Rhino squeals and moves to sandwich you. It too is brought to an abrupt halt when it hits your behind.

> [1] Rip out the driver of each Rhino (WS x 2)
> [2] Smash the Rhinos together (S x 2)
> [3] Leap out of the way so they crash into one another (Ag)
> [4] Attempt to intimidate them one last time (S)
> [5] Write in
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>>1369615
> [3] Leap out of the way so they crash into one another (Ag)
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>>1369615
>> [3] Leap out of the way so they crash into one another (Ag)
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>>1369615
>> [3] Leap out of the way so they crash into one another (Ag)
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>>1369615
> [3] Leap out of the way so they crash into one another (Ag)
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[3] it is.

1d100 vs 45 please.
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Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>1369669
>1d100
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Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>1369669
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Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>1369669
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>>1369674
>>1369675
>>1369678
A 15 works. Back in a bit!
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>>1369615
You waste no time in responding. Using your daemonic dexterity, you deftly squeeze out from between the two Rhinos. With nothing to stop them, they lurch forward and crash into one another. The drivers then try to back up and free themselves, but to no avail. The impact’s dislodged several treads, and the warped metal at the front of the Rhinos has become entangled. They aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“Everyone out!” shouts the voice over the speaker. Thirty Sanctionaries, all wielding shock batons and flamers, stream out of the Rhinos and move to encircle you. You easily pick out their leader, as he has the largest oath-cog.

“Do you really think this will work?” you comment snidely.

“Take aim!” he shouts, unperturbed.

> [1] Kill him before he speaks another word
> [2] Dodge out of the way of the incoming fire (Ag)
> [3] Laugh maniacally and tank it all (T)
> [4] Attempt to intimidate them one last time (S)
> [5] Write in
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>>1369698
> [3] Laugh maniacally and tank it all (T)
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>>1369698
>> [1] Kill him before he speaks another word
ok time for blood!
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>>1369698
>[1] Kill him before he speaks another word
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>>1369698
> [5] Write in: Scare them with a roar to the point where they drop their weapons https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNBZ4SmNAFk
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> [1] Kill him before he speaks another word
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>>1369698
> [1] Kill him before he speaks another word
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>>1369698
You’ve let the mortals have their fun. Now it’s time to lay down the law. As the Sanctionaries’ leader opens his mouth once more, you fling your scythes at him. The curved tip hooks into his mouth and down his throat. He gags up blood, choking on your weapon. With a simple tug, you then rip his throat out. The soon-to-be corpse falls to the ground twitching. The remaining Sanctionaries take one good look at their fallen leader, then at you. In what could be the most pathetic development of the day, they all drop their weapons and flee screaming.

“Make it known that the Shattered Foundry is now the Fleshcutters!” you yell after them. “And that any more attempts to retake it shall be considered an act of war!”

With that out of the way, you turn your attention to the Rhinos. You pry the two that were smushed together apart and drag them next to the unscathed one. Over the microbead, you tell Niazach, “Get your Ironmongers working on fixing these things up.”

“As you command. Though I wish you’d left me something to shoot~”

“Then shoot faster next time,” you quip.

You snatch up one of the fallen flamers, then return to watch the tournament. Today has been a rather busy today.

>Housekeeping next post
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A shorter thread in the grand scheme of things, but hopefully entertaining all the same. We'll pick things up next Wednesday @ 8pm as per usual. As always, feel free to use this thread to speculate, plan, and otherwise chat.

I do have a few questions for you as well:
1. If you manage to topple the Hive, what's your next move?
2. What sort of qualities are you looking for in an NPC when it comes to handing out that spear?
3. How are you liking all the characters so far?
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>>1369770
1. Taking over the world, of course.
2. Competence in various circumstances and entertaining writing. Somebody who could be useful tagging along on most potential missions. Basically someone like the blank from last quest.
3. Decent overall. Niazach is kind of a one-joke act at the moment.
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>>1369770
1. take over the planet, maybe the system
2. Find someone who's a competent warrior and leader to wield it. so far only Rikiar fits the bill of being both.
3. They need more flushing out really. Neva showed some layers though which is nice.
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>>1369770
>1. If you manage to topple the Hive, what's your next move?
Skulls -. Skull throne
Blood -> Blood god
Make offerings, receive boons of power and loot

Once that's done, I say head to the Immaterium and kick everything's ass for a while.

>2. What sort of qualities are you looking for in an NPC when it comes to handing out that spear?
Will assist the PC when the PC makes stupid decisions by filling in the gaps in the PC's plan or covering for the PC's weakness. Safety net for player retardation.

>3. How are you liking all the characters so far?
F-Feva is nice.
I kinda want a Mechanicus to have a more prominent role.
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>>1369770
1. Take over the planet or as much as we can. Claim the most sugoi building as a base. Try opening a warp portal or summoning a demon that wants to have fun on the material plane.
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>>1369872
>>1369920
the forge world in this system builds fucking titans! we must jack that world
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Hey guys. Stuff's come up and I won't be able to run this week. We'll resume Wednesday the 26th!
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>>1376038
see you then, boss
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Dunno if anyone's around still but have this recently completed art of Ember. We seem to have traded lewd for armor variances.




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