It was a fateful night. Deep within the gene vaults beneath the imperial palace, built over and from the remains of the Himalazian mountains, under the very beating heart of the newly born imperium of man and protected by the mightiest and most potent Gellar fields every devised by human minds, lay Twenty unborn Demigods. The gene crafted sons of the Emperor of mankind himself, forged from his own arcane genetics and knowledge, each hand crafted to lead humanity from its long night into a glorious new dawn. The Primarch project's fruits at last ripened after centuries of work, lay sleeping within their gestation capsules. Arcane sigils covered their "cribs", each a technological marvel in of itself, another layer of protection for the children and tools of the master of mankind to make his great ambition a reality. Each a master of a field, the most perfect warrior, the most charismatic Politician, the savviest organizer, lords of science, war, socialization and far more. Each could be a wise leader, great conqueror or hero of fairytale myths from humanity's forgotten past. But by the cruel hands of those beings who call themselves lords over the fate and soul of all the galaxy and reality itself, and the malignant intelligence of dark gods, Humanity's hope would be stolen away from their father's and masters grasp. A spiteful spit in the Anathema's face, to steal away and corrupt his greatest work and very sons from under his nose, and set in motion the beginning of the unavoidable end for him and his flock alike, and end his gospel of reason and progress before it could spread to tighten around their throats and choke the life from them and their progeny.Even protected by the greatest protections both arcane and scientific that the greatest minds of mankind could create or even imagine, The Emperor's progeny could not be guarded by the combined might of the four gods of chaos working in tandem to wreck ruin and sorrow upon the Temporal mortal realm.And in that cold nursery, beneath uncountable tons of stone, steel, ceramite and unknown technologies, the terrible power of the chaos undivided rent a wound into reality itself, creating a localized warp rift within the very home of their great enemy.But, fate's currents changed from their predestined path this night. For while the four great gods of chaos worked and turned their attention to the slumbering prizes, greedily grabbing at these would be saviors of mankind to send to distant and brutal worlds far from Terra, where they could freely manipulate and seduce them into their own service instead.A shadow slipped in behind their backs and perceptions, the specter of a god forgotten and unborn, the ghost of a deity aborted or perhaps yet unborn. And it waitedCont
>>4510838As the twenty primarchs' gestation capsules were taken by the warp and set to sail upon its currents, guided by the machinations and guiding hands of the four, the forgotten fifth struck as they turned away, victorious and satisfied.Though a mere shadow, an idea born from strife and nothing else, the unborn thought form enacted a plan that would shatter destiny's web. As the mightier and formed gods attentions returned to bickering and in fighting to claim more than their share of the sleeping demigods, the scattered and torn fifth drove its hands forward and worked its meager power to stir and disrupt their plans changing the very course of history and fate with the merest nudge to one of the pods, unnoticed by the gods.A Demigod doomed to be forgotten, a Primarch lost to history and fated to be die unremembered and erased, was saved by chaos spiting itself, for acting in unison and orderly, a being turning upon its brothers and sisters by its very nature. The Primarch of the lost 2nd legion, was pushed into different eddies and currents in the warp, to a world undestined for his greatness and power.And unheard by the four mighty gods of chaos, under the din of their immaterial war and battle raging once more, a cruel, mocking laugh echoed in the silence of the warp, having stolen the victory of all four without them ever even realizing its manipulations had taken place.And with that one action, the fate of the universe had shifted as the 2nd Primarch's Gestation Capsule drifted to its new destination within the cosmos. To a world that was to become famous or infamous as the birth place of one of the emperor's twenty sons.Cont
>>4510839What world will you make your own, 2nd?> Voormis, Classification: Feral world. A world of Ancient forests and swamps pieced by inhospitable mountains and punctured by networks of deep cave systems. A lost colony of humanity lives a tribal existence within the swamps and forest, preyed upon by degenerate subhuman beasts and monsters and far worse that live in the heights and depths of the world.> Shangrala, Classification: Feudal world. This planet is primarily made of vast fields and plains, with mountains and lost technology serving to create a near ever present fog in the lower parts the valleys and hills. It is ruled by warring kingdoms lead by depraved & hedonistic kings given patronage and a divine right to rule by the eight celestial courts.> Carib 4, Classification: Death world. One of humanities poorest choices in a new home, a storm wracked world where the land is constantly swallowed and spat up by the sea, which is deep enough to reach the very core of the world. What human life manages to eke out an existence in this world, do so upon great ships and floating cities, preyed upon by great sea beasts and monstrosities from the depths.>Bravan Prime, Classification: Civilized world. A world broken apart by clan warfare as well cultural and religious lines. It is in a constant state of war, both cold and hot, between the various peoples who live upon its surface. Though despite this near constant state of warfare, the average citizen lives a comfortable and peaceful life, aided by amenities and technological comforts, until they are called to war.
>>4510841>Bravan Prime, Classification: Civilized world. A world broken apart by clan warfare as well cultural and religious lines. It is in a constant state of war, both cold and hot, between the various peoples who live upon its surface. Though despite this near constant state of warfare, the average citizen lives a comfortable and peaceful life, aided by amenities and technological comforts, until they are called to war.Well, uniting the clans feels fitting for a son of the emperor.
>>4510841>> Shangrala, Classification: Feudal world. This planet is primarily made of vast fields and plains, with mountains and lost technology serving to create a near ever present fog in the lower parts the valleys and hills. It is ruled by warring kingdoms lead by depraved & hedonistic kings given patronage and a divine right to rule by the eight celestial courts.This quest reminds me of the quest with Primarch Sol.
>>4510841>> Shangrala, Classification: Feudal world. This planet is primarily made of vast fields and plains, with mountains and lost technology serving to create a near ever present fog in the lower parts the valleys and hills. It is ruled by warring kingdoms lead by depraved & hedonistic kings given patronage and a divine right to rule by the eight celestial courts.Recover lost tech and become god king
>>4510841>> Shangrala, Classification: Feudal world. This planet is primarily made of vast fields and plains, with mountains and lost technology serving to create a near ever present fog in the lower parts the valleys and hills. It is ruled by warring kingdoms lead by depraved & hedonistic kings given patronage and a divine right to rule by the eight celestial courts.
Carib 4 would have been my second choice since fighting giant sea monster would be awesome.
>>4510841> Shangrala, Classification: Feudal world. This planet is primarily made of vast fields and plains, with mountains and lost technology serving to create a near ever present fog in the lower parts the valleys and hills. It is ruled by warring kingdoms lead by depraved & hedonistic kings given patronage and a divine right to rule by the eight celestial courts.I dig the whole “Unite Space China” thing although a Feral World Primarch sounds awesome in the case of a Feudal vs Feral tie, please consider my vote to be for Feral
>>4510838Did you write a sister of battle quest a few moths ago?
>>4510892> although a Feral World Primarch sounds awesome>implying Death World Primarch wouldn’t have been more awesome
>>4510907Carib 4, Classification: Death world.Primarchs of the Caribbean 4: Jhakkar Spearthrow and the The Salty Marines
>>4510923>Our capital ship is called the Black Pearl and is the fastest ship to sail the Warp.
Welp, looks like we live in a feudal world now, i was thinking more of the general technological level of the world so we can get out quickly, so we can help the imperium faster.
>>4510928We’re one of the first found by the Emperor so it doesn’t really matter.
>>4510841>Carib 4, Classification: Death world. One of humanities poorest choices in a new home, a storm wracked world where the land is constantly swallowed and spat up by the sea, which is deep enough to reach the very core of the world. What human life manages to eke out an existence in this world, do so upon great ships and floating cities, preyed upon by great sea beasts and monstrosities from the depths.
>>4510929>We are the Forgotten Primarch>Our Homeworld is a feudal oneWe are fucken Sigmar.
Alright, calling it nowBravan prime: 2Shangrala: 4Carib: 1Your home shall be the fog filled land of Shangralla, ruled by the iron fists of tyrants.>>4510894Nope, must've been another Malal.>>4510943Chinese Sigmar.Writing the update now. Didn't expect this many votes, so we're off to a great start
>>4510841>> Carib 4, Classification: Death world. One of humanities poorest choices in a new home, a storm wracked world where the land is constantly swallowed and spat up by the sea, which is deep enough to reach the very core of the world. What human life manages to eke out an existence in this world, do so upon great ships and floating cities, preyed upon by great sea beasts and monstrosities from the depths.Guess I’ll change to this but if it doesn’t win I’d rather> Shangrala, Classification: Feudal world. This planet is primarily made of vast fields and plains, with mountains and lost technology serving to create a near ever present fog in the lower parts the valleys and hills. It is ruled by warring kingdoms lead by depraved & hedonistic kings given patronage and a divine right to rule by the eight celestial courts.
>>4510957https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yellow_EmperorGuess we the Huangdi now.
>Chinese SigmarA Cathay Sigmar Would be funny.
In the void above forgotten Shangrala, a rip in the materium released a gestation capsule, reaching the end of its long journey that had taken both years and mere moments at once, through both realspace and the warp, carried along the unseen winds of the Immaterium to its final destination. Not the one the dark gods had intended this cradle to make harbor, but it would be known in the future as the home of one of the emperor's own sons, for better or worse. The gravitational pull of the world pulled capsule from the cold vastness of the void, and into its atmosphere.Where it became like a comet.-Your arrival to the planet below, would go to be recorded in the records of time as a minor omen. A golden comet streaking through the sky and falling to the mortal realm. Some scholars claimed it was a sign of favor from the celestial courts above and unseen, to gain favor with their cruel lords. The layman in the fog hidden fields thought it was a demon screaming to the earth, slain by some distant noble or god, its bloodied corpse tossed to the lands of the living contemptuously. Only in the decades to follow would the truth of the matter be learned by the natives of this land.At the present however, it was quickly forgotten in the face of a hard winter, that brought hunger to the nobility and starvation to the masses, while the royal family of each of the kingdoms ate and grew fat as they had for generations prior and to come. or so it would seem to all who lived beneath their heels and in fear of their inhuman wrath and cruelty.The cold air was broken by your arrival, the silence of the night shattered as your cradle screamed through the heavens like a baleful star. The heat caused by the friction of the atmosphere set the metals of your crib glowing with fire, but such was its construction that its sole occupant was insulated and protected from the extreme heat and speed of its fall to the surface. All around the world, eyes watched and traced the trajectory of the blazing gold comet, as it grew closer to stopping suddenly and hard. To some it was a drunken dragon with two tails, to others a sign of the end of days, and to others still a stall plucked from the heavens like a ripe plum and left to fall to feed, a gift to end the famine sent by the gods themselves in a benevolent act of mercy. The ever present fog, birthed from forgotten Archeotech from humanity's greatest age, parted and swallowed up the comet, but such was its incandescence, that it lit the valleys and banished away the shroud that had covered them for millennium.With an almighty crash, louder than any thunderclap or ringing of metal, your capsule met the earth, and continued through it with the same ease as moving one's hand through still water. Until its momentum slowed, and finally died, the glowing metal pod coming to rest at last. The groan of metal cooling and hardening once more were the first sounds you heard, as your pod split open like a cracked egg.cont
>>4510984Where have you landed, 2nd?> The wilds between kingdoms> A battlefield, recently fought and filled with dead> The lands of a minor noble family> The rice fields of a village with no names> write in?>>4510960Sorry, a bit late there.
>>4510989>> The wilds between kingdoms
> The rice fields of a village with no namesPeasant born god king of Shangrala!
>>4510989>> The rice fields of a village with no names
>>4510989> The lands of a minor noble familyOr>In the mountain the home of a grandmasterThis is a difficult one.
>>4510989> The rice fields of a village with no names
Sad no one wants to play as a adopted son to a grandmaster.
>>4510989> A battlefield, recently fought and filled with dead
>>4510989>A battlefield, recently fought and filled with dead
>>4510989>> A battlefield, recently fought and filled with deadMight as well change to this then.
>>4510989changing to>>The rice fields of a village with no names
So Malal, is Mystical Kung Fu going to be a thing?
>>4510989>The rice fields of a village with no namesthe RICE GOD awakens
>>4511051That’s the lamest thing to say.
>>4511054I hope you know that the entire village being razed to the ground would likely be one of better results.
Calling it RICE FIELDS: 5Battlefield: 4Seems you'll land in the farms of the oppressed, those who have nothing, so not much to lose as a demigod orbital drops on their fields. Writing the update>>4511050I mean, you're a primarch, so even normal martials arts would be pretty fucking devastating without adding in psyker bullshit or warp sorceries. So yes and no. Yes in that if you learn kung fu, you're a fuckmothering primarch and are a living warmachine and even mundane fighting styles when combined with you super human speed and strength would be ridiculous, and no as its Warhammer, so unless you stick your hand into the sorcery cookie jar or are a psyker, magic is out of the equation. or you know Shangrala pulls a Fenris/ Chogoris and has a world soul. Shit even a space marine using martial arts/kung fu world be crazier than most martial arts movies/ stories, really. since they're super human murder machines.
>>451108940k Wuxia would be some crazy shit with demon style corrupt martial arts and styles that demand perfect discipline to avoid corruption. Thing is Kung Fu isn’t just martial art but general self-improvement. It’s really interesting when you read about it.
And your arrival proved most unfortunate indeed for the poor inhabitants of a village so unimportant to the the kingdom it existed within, its residents and the noble family who had owned it for many generations had never so much as graced it with a name. The tithes of rice grains, and what other sustenance they could muster from the soil around their home or their flocks of fowl and beasts of burden, being the only reason anyone outside of the village knew of its existence. It existed only as a meager note on the ledgers of the local taxmen, so small they never bothered to specify where exactly the tax had come from, and it often found its way into their own pockets rather than their lords larders and wealth, so small a fraction they provided.And to these laymen, your arrival was a calamity. And would have destroyed the village in its entirety, if not for them being forced back to remain on the devastated land, to salvage what little was left and rebuild on the pain of torturous death. Their fields and the lands they worked had been torn asunder by what to their eyes seemed to be the wrathful fist of a god. And such was the labor taken to restore what remained of their homes and to bury those who had been so unfortunate to live in the path of the comet, that they had no mind to investigate what had caused such destruction. Until long after you had awoken, and they found merely a metal egg that none of them could make sense of.Some claimed it was the shell of a great dragon, others a cage to hold a devil from causing mischief and murder, others even thought it may have been merely a strange gem fallen from a goddess' brooch. But while they worked and toiled, you survived on your coded instincts and knowledge, learning from the charred flesh left in the wake of your gestation pod, and surviving off the farm animals that had remained free and out of their pens since your arrival. And the predators that thought you easy prey in your infancy. Such skills, gained from your first meals in your life, taught you how to survive and thrive even the cruel winter. but the inherited memories of the most unlucky of farmers, brought with them a sorrow. A feeling born from their memories. Of devastation of famine, the love of a family, the struggle to live in such a state. And though you survived in the wilderness, growing for some time on your own, the remnants of those slain by your landing drove you to seek companionship outside of the wild creatures you had preyed upon. You had an urge to live among other men , of which you only knew by inborn knowledge and genetic teaching, both from your creation whatever it may be and the stolen memories of the dead. A desire for a community, a family, burned in your heart, your mind, your very soul.And as you watched them from the wilds, saw them struggle in the face of fast approaching winter, dying of hunger and weakness in the ruins they were forced to survive in.You made a choicecont
>>4511113And what was it, 2nd? You chose to work along side them, knowing how to tend fields even so early in your life, from the memories of the fallen You'd bring the beasts of the fog filled woods and wilds to their village, hoping it'd help feed the village Watch them from the wilds as you continued surviving on your own, growing stronger and older Cull the weak so the rest may live easier. It was the only way the whole may survive the winter Write in ?>>4511106Imagine being the chaos gods, and having the son of the fucker who stole power from you come up and steal more of your secrets so he could preform "Monkey steals peach" on your daemons, that are aspects of yourself.I'd kill myself out of shame.Though I'm not sure how much the self improvement of martial arts would help an astartes or their primarch, but it'd certainly make for a unique legion.
>>4511115>[X] You'd bring the beasts of the fog filled woods and wilds to their village, hoping it'd help feed the villageLet's be looooow-end xianxia hyper-conan
>>4511115>You chose to work along side them, knowing how to tend fields even so early in your life, from the memories of the fallenwe need to go full cultivator heroeither that, or learn to blow people up by punching them.
>>4511115>Imagine being the chaos gods, and having the son of the fucker who stole power from you come up and steal more of your secrets so he could preform "Monkey steals peach" on your daemons, that are aspects of yourselfThat’s more Xianxia and is by nature offensive to beings like the Chaos gods.>Though I'm not sure how much the self improvement of martial arts would help an astartes or their primarch, but it'd certainly make for a unique legion.Well it’s not that unusual considering that some marines train to be prepared for anything.> You'd bring the beasts of the fog filled woods and wilds to their village, hoping it'd help feed the village
>>4511116actually in retrospect this option is better for the wuxia hero, so I'll support this instead.
So getting hit by 81 lightning bolts of heavenly tribulation when?
>[x] You'd bring the beasts of the fog filled woods and wilds to their village, hoping it'd help feed the villagei thought about helping them out with work, but this option seems more interesting for now, while still attempting to be compassionate
Imma just throw this out there, but could we get a Knight at some point? Would be kinda awesome being a Primarch whose further augmented to be in a Mechanical Knight.
>>4511116>+1We promise you food, this you become our men.
>>4511134counterpoint - you can't do martial arts in a knight. now, a titan on the other hand...
>>4511124>inb4 must rise to power and strangle four daemon generals, one of each god, and then a "daemon emperor" of "chaos undivided"
>>4511134>>4511138Thinking no. We should let our mortal subordinates handle the giant mechs.
>>4511134Only if we get crippled to the point of needing a dreadnought
Bringing Beasts to feed the starving Villagers: 5Well there aren't any differing votes, so I'll be writing the update now.
>>4510989>> A battlefield, recently fought and filled with dead
These people needed food, and fast. and while you knew on instinct that you could work near indefinitely while the starved farmers could only work for half the day at most, longer if pushed to the point of breaking, you were still just one extra worker in the fields. No matter how quickly you planted the crop, or how vast of a field you could tend, or the fact you could keep at tending and watching the crops for the entire season with little to no rest, none of that would change the crushing truth of the situation this village found itself in. These people would all succumb to sickness or hunger before the cold of the coming season would make their graves. Even if there was enough time to properly seed the fields, grow and nurture the plants so they could bare a sufficient supply of grain to feed them all, half or more would already have died. You knew this, but you did not know how you knew this. It was as simple of knowledge as how to breath, how to walk, how to most effectively kill with your hands. You simply knew it as you knew every other part of your being. But, by your calculations, judging from the shifting in the winds and falling temperature, the winter would fall upon this valley far faster than it should in a standard seasonal cycle. And even if this knowledge wasn't a part of your inborn wisdom, you could have figured it out by merely watching the farmers dress themselves in thicker fur and straw clothing.If you were to try to aid in their efforts in the fields, they would all be dead by the middle of winter if not at an earlier date. And that was accounting for the possibility of them supplementing their diet with the bodies of the fallen. Without any assistance this entire community would vanish by first frost, and that was the conclusion you cam to without factoring in external dangers. Sudden shifts in the weather, the predators you've been hunting to feed yourself, disputes among themselves or particularly virulent sicknesses.It didn't concern you with how much you knew, despite being, as far as you could figure a newborn. Nor the difference in your body and those around you, while you resembled the creatures in the villages, those men, it was clear you were apart from them and separate from them.But there was still a feeling of kinship that would not let you ignore their plight, as you watched them toil themselves with pointless labor, in the ever present fog. It only hastened their deaths and would produce nothing. The woods where you had retreated to escape the elements, however, was bountiful with meat.If grain or any other kind of crop could not be produced soon enough to save these people, then fresh meat would have to suffice. With a steady supply of game, they might just be able to endure the winter.Standing up from the perch you had been standing on, on the crest formed from where you had first awoken.Cont
>>4511196you turned to the wilds surrounding the small community and set off in search of prey to feed them with.The air was already frigid, but despite only being dressed in the torn skin of one of the large feline creatures that had attempted to make a meal out of you during your first nights, it did not bother you in the slightest. The ragged white hide wrapped around your chest and waist billowed in the wind, as it blew against you in your slow march beneath the sea of trees and mist. Most of the life within your chosen home knew now to avoid you, rather by instinct or deadly lesson at your hands.But there were some particularly dangerous forms of life that would still try to contend with you, and one of them was your first quarry. It had made you aware of its presence with territorial markings upon the trees and stones. And finding its den was as simple as following the signs.Standing firm and silent, before a graveyard of bones of men and beast, you began to call out and challenge the great predator, howling and growling to draw its attention.It emerges, with fur white and silver sheen, larger than the beasts of burden within the village, large enough to bite through a normal man's chest with a single bite. Their preferred prey animal, if the knowledge you had was correct. It was called a Fog Panther, six limbs in total, thick fur and hide. Spears and other simple weapons would be useless unless one could force them past its natural defenses. Its claws and fangs were the most dangerous feature of its anatomy. Both were curved, jagged edges that tore flesh as easily as they cut through it.The beast snarled at you, accepting your challenge, fur bristling as it watched you with two hateful eyes. It did not know to fear you yet. The wind blew, silence fell upon this field of bones and battle. The two combatants did not move, did not breath. The Panther did not remove its eyes from yours.Then with a snap of femur breaking beneath its feet, it leapt, snarling and spitting as it threw itself at you. But you did not move, instead, you took what you learned from its fellows. Reaching out with your might arm, you took it by its neck the moment before it collided with you.It kicked, screaming and hissing, claws digging against your skin but unable to cut it. Despite being a bit larger than yourself, you held it suspended in the air with no effort or strain on your part. You had its carotid artery pinched between three of your fingers. You did not know how you knew this term, but you knew that by increasing the pressure of your grip. It'd die, its brain and organs starved of oxygen. The same method of which it hunted creatures of similar size to itself. Any other method would be merely a waste of calories, though you did not know what that word meant, precisely.Within a minutes, the beast was slain, falling limp in your grasp, having lost consciousness five minutes before the life fled its body. cont
>>4511200It would keep the village fed for a week with proper rationing, maybe longer depending on their needs and supplemental sources of food.The fangs of the fog panther would be a great tool to gather more sources of food for starving villagers, while you could easily best them with your bare hands and raw strength, its fangs were better suited to killing than your own nails or teeth. it simply lacked the necessary strength to pierce your own hide. -A most queer and bizarre sight was seen later that day, but the hopeless farmers who had already accepted their slow, crawling deaths from hunger or the winter's embrace or their lord's soldiers. A young boy, more built and muscular than any of their Oxen, dressed in the tattered pelt of one of the man eating Fog predators, had come into their village, alone. With hair the color of iron, he came from the forest, his eyes a golden hue, his expression proud and satisfied , as he brought forth from the depths of woods the bodies of beasts most terrible.A Fog panther, with both of its saber fangs torn from its jaws, the same creature that he dressed in the fur off. A beast that would take ten men, to kill and would devour half of them if they were lucky. That had terrified the locals, as they believed it must've been sleeping, until the youth returned with five wild swine, their necks pierced with a single puncture wound on the side of their necks, with the precision of a trained spearman.The hunter did not say a word, as he carried the animals to the center of the town, and set them down into a pile. Never once acknowledging the people around him, as they gathered around him, marveling at his flawless complexion and handsome features -For some reason the starving men had not yet eaten the gifts you had given to them, and were instead gawking at you with wide eyed amazement. You had some understanding of their tongue, enough to hear what they were saying of you."Who is he?""What is he?"A boy took down those monsters?""His eyes and hair...so strange""Is he a monster as well? A demon of the fog?""He..he was sent by the celestial courts, to save us""No child could survive meeting a fog panther, let alone slay one""I think its a gift"Well 2nd? How do you react to this Lumber off back to the words, this is all too troublesome to deal withTell them to eat, and tear some meat off to show them its safe Simply start to live among them, and learn from them Find their leader, and show him you can bring in a steady supply of meat write in?
>>4511201>Tell them to eat, and tear some meat off to show them its safe
>>4511201>[X]Tell them to eat, and tear some meat off to show them its safe"Eat. Otherwise they died for nothing."
I just realized I fucked up the last two updates, while copying them over from wordcounter.I forgot to replace the  I use when I write the options there with the > to greentext them, as it makes it easier for me to tell where one choice ends and the other begins while I'm writing and deciding what the choices should actually be.My bad, thankfully it isn't a huge mistake. Just a cosmetic issue really, but now those two updates will be forever ugly at the end. My shame is eternal.Also>>4511149Imagine the sheer Dakka a Primarch dreadnought would have, it'd be a walking planet side orbital bombardment
>>4511227>using a word processor instead of the /qst/ text boxMagos-tier intellect confirmed. I find google docs works well for me, lots of sites have problems with the > sign.
>>4511115Imagine if you would, space marines deflecting bolter shells. They would be fast enough to do it.>>4511201Tell them to eat, and tear some meat off to show them its safe write in?Ask if the teeth, bones, and pelts are worth anything to them. They need this so they can purchase more food so they dont die before they're able to plant their next harvest.I'm getting some mix of Farming/Martial arts master Primarch.
>>4511241Do we understand how trading works? I think it might be more characterful to leave them there without any further words.
>>4511201>]Tell them to eat, and tear some meat off to show them its safeIf they don t still understand give them a slice of meat to each of them. And start a fire, if there is so much meat some can be cooked.
>>4511247We wouldnt be playing a primarch if the knowledge wasnt already hard coded into him.
Calling it here, so you don't have to wait until morning for the updateTell them to eat and show its safe: 5Finding out the trade value of the parts:1This will be the last update for the night, before I go to sleep, but I'll write it before I do
It seemed they were frightened of you, despite your generosity to them. or maybe they weren't not aware the flesh of these beasts was safe to consume? Certainly the desperation of hunger would drive them to eat this pound of flesh even if it wasn't, but by then it will have began to decay and fester and merely worsen their condition. And that was a worrying thought, you had spent the days since your birth watching these people, to bring them further ruin by your own hand was a distressing thought. You simply wanted to help.Outside of the primal communication between beasts, you had never spoken. Before now the only thing that had left your mouth had been growls, roars and hisses, the unspoken tongue of the wild beasts that dwelled within the woods. But standing here now, before a starved mob among ruins and hastily built shanties of mud, straw and wooden planks, such basic communication would not suffice. They needed to eat, yet they were hesitating out of fear and apprehension, their very salvation before their eyes but they were too meek to take it from your hands.But you had learned their tongue, from listening and from the moments following your fiery birth, you knew the meaning of their words, the metaphor within their sayings. Yet you had never spoken it before. but if you remained silent, would they dare to approach you and the bounty you brought to them? Looking across the crowd, you dug your hand into the fur of the Fog panther, before raising it back into the air and beating its still chest sharply, like a drum. A loud snap, the sound of strength meeting once living flesh echoed throughout the pitiful village. The Farmers, covered in dirt, grime and sweat, their bones showing beneath their sun dried skin turned to you, stopping their gossip and discussion in a moment."Eat" You growled, meaning to speak reassuringly, gently, but so used you had been to speaking as an animal, you briefly sound like one before you find the right noise to speak with."Its safe to eat" You say, tightening your fist around one of the panther's limbs and with some wrenching and pulling, tear it from its socket with an audible rip, fur, skin and meat still hanging attached to the bone "See? its safe. Eat"They just look at you still, eyes wide with surprise that you spoke, that you tore a limb from their feared predator, about everything before their eyes.Until finally, one of the older members of the crowd approached you, his back weighed down from years of labor and extreme age. What little hair he had was bleached bone white, and his face was ravaged by time and the blazing sun."You, hunted these creatures, for us?" He asks slowly as if you won't understand him he conversed at a faster rate "For us to eat""That is what I just said, yes" You say with a bow of your head, knowing it to be a sign of respect from you observations and vague memories "You are starving, yes? So eat"Cont
>>4511318"Why would you do this for us?" He asks, looking you in the eyes as your expression curdles with confusion. Why would he need to ask such a thing? Your intent seemed rather clear and straight forward. Yet the crowd gathered around you and behind the elderly man seemed to be waiting for you answer, with baited breath. Like there was some hidden cost, some catch, a poison within the kindness and generosity. "You were starving" You answer simply, kneeling down to look the man in his eyes "That is reason enough"Standing to your full height, you walk past the crowd as they finally look at the feast in front of them, realizing it is theirs to eat and use as they please. But the old man still followed you, as you searched for suitable tinder and fuel to burn to cook this meat. The tapping of his wooden cane echoed in the silence that had come with your arrival."You would preform such kindness, such generosity in such trying times" He asks as he tries to keep up with your long strides "Risk your life in the wilds to bring strangers, men and women you've never met, food in a famine. Your father must've been a most wise and noble scholar, to raise a son as bright and pure hearted as yourself"You weren't sure you had a father. As far as you could remember, you merely came into existence. One moment you were not aware of anything, the next you were and your mind was filled with alien concepts and knowledge. and Then not long after, you ate cooked flesh and fought off beasts who wished to eat you. That had been your life so far."Couldn't watch you starve" Is how you reply, not sure how to answer such praises. The old man watches you pile unused rubble and dried grasses together, forming a fire pit large enough to cook enough of the meat to satisfy the village, the rest could be dried, salted or otherwise preserved before it expired."So young, yet so kind and so wise" He says, continuing to compliment you as you merely went about cooking, the crowd realizing what you were doing, and trying to help. though they only got in the way of your work"I, Wenyan, no all of us here are in your debt, young hunter" He says, leaning on his cane, bobbing his head up and down, desperately trying to show his gratitude by bowing as many times as his weak neck would allow him to. How brittle and fragile he must be.But instead you smile at him and shake your head."No need, I have no need of that" You say, still working out the subtleties in speaking their tongue.He looks even more surprised by your refusal of a reward than he did during your arrival to their village."At least tell me your name, young hunter, at least let me know the name of the youth who saved us in our most dire hour" He says, all but pleading for your name, something you did not have. He got to his hands and knees, his legs shaking as they fell to the ground. He doesn't have an ounce of fat or muscle on his frame.cont
>>4511320The flames roar in front of you, now ready for the flesh you've prepared while the old man has praised you in place of the rest of his village. You set the fur and skin you peel off on the ground, holding the leg in the fire, fat beginning to seep from its meat. It drips down into the growing fire, sizzling as the younger members of the villager surround you like scavengers.You decide they'll be the first to eat, even if it'd be more efficient to feed the adults first, so they can work the fields as soon as possible."Please, tell me your name" Wenyan asks solemnly, still on the ground, sweat beading down his brow "I must know, we must know, the name of our savior""Don't have one" You answer, turning the leg around to ensure it was evenly cooked and safe for immediate consumptionHe seems confused by your answer, the rest are too occupied by the though of finally have something to eat besides straw and grass to think of anything else, unlike Wenyan, who thought that giving his gratitude to you was more important than his continued survival.The children gathered around you, it was odd thinking they were older than you, yet so much lesser and smaller. But then again, you were not the same breed as them, or anyone else within this destitute village of workers.What do you do now, 2nd?> try to explain your understanding of your birth, in a way that Wenyan will understand> Say he and the rest of his people may call you whatever they wish, it matters not to you> Ask why they are living in such terrible conditions. And live among them to try and improve them> Feed them, tell them you'll be watching, and go back into your woods.> Write in?
>>4511323Could you imagine?Bob, the mighty primarch of the second legion.> Ask why they are living in such terrible conditions. And live among them to try and improve them
>>4511323> try to explain your understanding of your birth, in a way that Wenyan will understand>>4511333>wanting to be lame in 40k
>>4511323> try to explain your understanding of your birth, in a way that Wenyan will understand> Ask why they are living in such terrible conditions. And live among them to try and improve them
>>4511323> try to explain your understanding of your birth, in a way that Wenyan will understand
>>4511323> Ask why they are living in such terrible conditions. And live among them to try and improve them
>>4511323>> try to explain your understanding of your birth, in a way that Wenyan will understand
>>4511333>Bob, the mighty primarch of the second legion.Also Bob is the Ultramarine Primarch.
>>4511323>>4511323>> Ask why they are living in such terrible conditions. And live among them to try and improve them Gonna go the route where their liege lords eradicate them in fear due to us. Revolution
You puny mortals think so small. We need a name that is not mediocrety, but instead one that will strike fear in all who are feudal. >Karl. I vote we name our Primarch Karl.
>>4511424Better to just tell them we’re from the heavens for that.
Actually our name should be Tian.
>>4511424Joke aside I don't mind us picking a lackluster name, since we can just gain a new name once we start our conquest of the world. Thats why I pick Karl, was so we can become Charlemagne later on.
>>4511323Why we don't we call ourselves Dominus for a name? It sounds somewhat roman but contrasts with the local tongue and we can slap a chinese name onto the back end later.
just name ourselves Wei.It's the most generic possible chinese name, while also meaning "great". We'd fit right in with Angron the Angry and Iron Hands of the Iron Hands.
>>4511448>>4511438Just do Tian. It has a lot of significance in Chinese culture (being the word for heaven) and Tiandi literally means god of the heavens or lord of the heavens (god and lord seem to be the same word) as well as lord of everything under the heavens.
Could be called Tianzi, which is actually the emporers title. Son of Heaven.
Tian Karl Dominus Max Powers
The lowly peasants will revere us as the demigod Asura Son of the Skies.
https://immortalmountain.wordpress.com/glossary/wuxia-xianxia-xuanhuan-terms/Some useful terminology.>>4511494No point in calling ourself Asura beyond the reference. Better to reserve that for a pattern of titans with six arms.
>>4511522I... like that idea a lot. As reference to the Titan/Knight post earlier do we think a Primarch and operate a Titan by himself?
>>4511596>Primarch piloted Titan, while being able to perform kung fu with the titan
>>4511596>we think a Primarch and operate a Titan by himself?Wouldn’t be the craziest thing a Primarch has done, but it would require some modification to fit a Primarch. Honestly though, if we are going to play a 40k cultivator Primarch it might be better to just have better power armor and leave the titans to the mortals.
>>4511602Oh fuck. Could you imagine? Centurion around used to til the fields? Like replace the big drill things on each arm with farming equipment.>fucking space marine chapter dedicated to lightning fast planetary cultivation and colonization projects>battle cry would be some shit like "Reap what you sow!"
>>4511602>>4511635Just going to say, weren't Knights just meant to fight higher forms of fauna and cut lumber?
>>4511635I don’t think you understand what I mean by “cultivator”. Cultivator is what chinese martial heroes are called, since they “cultivate” themselves.
>>4511640Yeah but this is 40k, and trying to go all mystical is a great way to be sat with magnus in the evil plan crow tower.Whereas being the primarch of farming is kind of hillarious, especially considering the lemon russ tank is based on a tractor.
>>4511640>power hoes>chainsaws>power shovels>macrocannons that fire giant payloads of fertilizer instead of building sized bullets
>>4511645>>4511650We shall be Bob, Bob the Cultivator. The reason we were classified is because we retired upon some dumb agriworld and multiplied its production 100 fold.
>>4511655>Official legion head orniment is a gigantic straw hat.>"It can even be worn with a helmet, so no loss of protection!"
>>4511666To build off of this, maybe later on we should not try and rule worlds directly, but instead build stable governments within our wake. Sort of like the fabled Roman Dictator who shall relinquish power to return to his farm.
>>4511645>>4511650I find this line of thinking stupid and lame. I don’t give a fuck about this meme beyond it being annoying.> trying to go all mystical is a great way to be sat with magnus in the evil plan crow tower>looks at Lemon Russ and his rune priestsWhat an argument devoid of substance. Only reason Magnus got fucked was because he believed Tzeentch and Horus being an asshole, beyond that he didn’t do that much wrong.>Whereas being the primarch of farming is kind of hillariousAnd it’s not something you want, or rather I hope you aren’t that stupid to push for it. Our Primarch is not meant to be a farmer and it would be Rian “I subverted your expectation” Johnson kind of stupid to actively push for it.>>4511650AND I’M GOING TO CALL IT LAME SINGLE TIME
>>4511692And I find your direction stupid and lame. Wuxia is a dime a dozen and usually trash.>Herp derp how dare you have fun.
>>4511692You are the fellow whose pushing the Chinese Angel. Honestly I think its dumb since we are not the Tau. If there is a niche in the Primarchs to be filled its that of a Feudal Pragmatist. Closest to that is Girlyman but he is more Imperial in nature by far.
>>4511676Nah we gotta rule it man. All primarchs gotta rule their home planets or domains.>>4511666Love it>666Trips confirmed>>4511692>single timeGlad you stopped bitching about it
>>4511699Tbf I like the martial arts angle as well. Fucking swear nothing would be an even bigger flex than space marines deflecting lasers or bullets back at the enemy. That's not to say I dont like the agricultural angles, because i like my farming simulators.It's not like theres really anything stopping us from doing both.>>4511323What happened to the baby capsule? Can it be recovered and used to some capacity?
>>4511697>Wuxia is a dime a dozen and usually trash.Yet the best quest on this board is a Wuxia quest.> You are the fellow whose pushing the Chinese Angel. Honestly I think its dumb since we are not the Tau.The more imperialist Japan than anything remotely Chinese. Also Tau can’t into melee. Really the only faction that is like the Chinese is the Eldar.
>>4511710Really the best course to chart is a healthy middle. we'll no doubt have some kind of homage to our first village or family, like most primarchs do.Doing the martial arts will be a unique angle to explore and ide love to see it.>>4511713Shush you, im not even reading your posts anymore, I refuse to be dragged down to your level.
>>4511710>>4511717Indeed a middle ground is good. Maybe we should employ the greek art of Pankration to our attack style.
>>4511720Could be possible. We don't know the full range of cultures who origonally settled this world, most tend to be a mix of multiple groups. More likely than not to see some indian and greek aspects in city states/countrys that are futher afield on the planet.
>>4511717https://youtu.be/nlU3WAWr1MsMan I wonder what a space marine legion dedicated to fist fighting would look like. The big ass feet might need to be reduced in size a little bit. Arm our boys with those smaller combat shields and small power fists for max speed and dexterity.
>>4511702> Glad you stopped bitching about itOh I’ll still bitch about I’m just not that stupidly autistic.>>4511710>That's not to say I dont like the agricultural angles, because i like my farming simulators.Only thing that pisses me about the farming bullshit is the “for the lols” bullshit. It tends to devolve into retarded clusterfuck the revolves entirely around the joke. Only time it actually works is when you aren’t trying to force the story to revolve around the joke and players are willing to move on to new material.
>>4511323>> Ask why they are living in such terrible conditions. And live among them to try and improve them
>>4511729Leaner meaner fighters, most likely. Though of course we specialize in employing random farming equipment. Imagine a Carbine harvesting Orks.
>>4511729Im more interested in the effects of the philosophical angles on them. Starting in a dirt poor village we are likely to encounter martial artists who highly value humility and restraint.Humble space marines would be weirdly interesting. The chinease culture background would also probably include some good verbal sparring practice. 2nd could end up the Primarch of sick burns.
>>4511729> The big ass feet might need to be reduced in size a little bit.Biggest problem is balance which why a titan would struggle with martial arts. However if we were to discover a special material like that one DAoT humanity made that was light weight yet stronger than adamantium. Though we could a lot with a material like that.> Arm our boys with those smaller combat shields and small power fists for max speed and dexterity.Would probably be more like combat gloves.Also while Kenshiro would be a hell of a Primarch wasn’t the Emperor acting the role of Kenshiro back on Terra now that I think of it?>>4511728>More likely than not to see some indian and greek aspects in city states/countrys that are futher afield on the planet.India has a lot of cool shit and science fiction-like mythology. I’d be surprised if we get nothing related to it.
>>4511752>The chinease culture background would also probably include some good verbal sparring practice.You mean like the Koans?
>>4511323>Ask why they are living in such terrible conditions. And live among them to try and improve them
>>4511768Pretty sure theyde use Koans to mess with other SM minds a little.>>4511763Hope this world has anti-grav tech hidden away somewhere then, its the main feesable way to make a titan move like a person. >>4511750I think the orks would be weirdly excited to fight a martial arts chapter. To them bigger is better but seeing someone that could be half their size flip a mofo like a sack of spuds will blow their little green minds.
Oh wow, I wasn't expecting to wake up to this much discussion, glad you guys are enjoying the quest enough to talk and argue about it. AnywaysAsking about and trying to improve their living conditions: 7Trying to explain your strange "birth": 4>>4511710It should still be under the mound of dirt, stone and rubble you crawled out of after it #wrecked the rice fieldsAnd I'll try to answer any specific questions you have when I tally up the votes, if not before
>>4511830Can we loot the pod for tech?
And seeing them, their skin pulled taught over their bones, their cheeks sunken and pale, a single question comes to your mind. Why? Why would they continue to live like this? In such poverty, surrounded by predators and dangerous beasts. Surely there must be more bountiful and fruitful lands else where, better than this fog filled valley. Away from the crevice you crawled from. They did not even have a clean source of water from what you had seen with your own eyes, and survived off the flooded fields they used to grow their grain. It was maddening, none could want to live in conditions so terrible, unless they were forced to."Wenyan" You say, finding it easier to speak the sounds that made up their language now, such was your prowess in learning and understanding from merely seeing and listening "Why, why do your people live like this? Starving and without shelter, in fields rent asunder?"Torn asunder by your birth, as far as you could tell as you had awoken for the first time within the crater that sat in what was once the center of their paddies and fields. The old man remains on the ground, kneeling and laying with his arms outstretched. Slowly, he sits back up, flashes of pain painting his expression as he did so. And silently, the elder looked over the other farmers, his people. Of the children desperately filling their bellies with still scalding meat, grease and blood dripping down their chins, as the adults tore into meat that had barely been touched by the flames, blinded by the hunger in their stomachs. They were like animals in their frenzy, having had nothing of substance to eat for weeks, even before your birth."It is our lot in life, young hunter" He says simply, sadly, his eyes filled with the sorrow of a man without hope for the future "Our ancestors worked these lands, for our noble lord Gao, so he may give our work and labor to the wise king of the Yan, for the honor of living in his kingdom and beneath his"There's a pause, that tells you more about the nature of the relationship between this village and Gao and his Master Yan, then Wenyan's words let on."Protection, it is how it has always been. We have never grown fat, but we had enough to live, but this year, we were met by great tragedy, our fields erupted and cracked open, killing many of us, many of our" He says, eyes wetting with tears as his tone begins to lower, cracking as he nearly cries from merely remembering what had happened "Youngsters, our grown sons and daughters, and when we tried to leave for greener pastures to escape the memory and devastation"The sound of the wood snapping in the fire and teeth scrapping against bone is the only sound besides Wenyan's sobbing, his frail chest heaving and shaking violently as he told you the story of the village's woes. cont
>>4511923They had tried to migrate to a better land, to new villages, but the Lord Gao had become enraged by them fleeing their fields to "escape work" as he saw it, and at spear and sword point, they were led and forced back into what little remained of their village, which had stood for ages, until you had crawled from the ground like a morning worm. The harvest was already poor before most of it had been wiped away and burned, but Lord Gao had demanded heavier tribute as thanks for sparing their lives. They had no way of mending the wound within the earth, which cost them must of the space they could use to cultivate more rice. And they simply did not have enough to give to "Noble" Gao while still being able to feed themselves, they wouldn't have enough even if their fields were still intact.And now they were slowly crawling towards starvation and a lingering death. Gao would not have their heads for there would have been naught but bones remaining in this small village had you not intervened and fed them, saved them from such a cruel fate.'there's no method to be able to grow enough grain before the tax collectors come in spring' you think to yourself 'but that does not mean this situation is hopeless, and while my hands may not be able to preform a miracle to flood the very village itself in the bounty of harvest, I can at least improve their conditions and give aid that I feasibly could, put my powerful body to use in ways that would actually produce results. Instead of wasting time and energy toiling to grow the meagerest of rations of rice'"What a sorrowful tale" You say bowing you head, reaching one of powerful hands to gingerly touch the Elder Wenyan's shoulder, closing your eyes "But it should not be like this, Old Wenyan, and I shall do what I can to better your life, all of your lives""But you do not know us" He says, nearly kneeling back and laying on the ground again but you hold him up "Your generosity is endless, young hunter, your heart purer than the clearest well, your kindness as vast as the Vishnu's seas, as wise and generous as...as""I will help, that I have not met any of you before this day does not matter in the slightest, without my aid, surely this village will become little more than a fading memory" You say solemnly, the furs you wear dancing in the wind as some of the other workers begin kneeling and prostrating before you, repeating what Wenyan said. Seems without a name they have taken to calling you Young hunter for the moment.You look over them and cross your arms."You should not have to grovel and dig through the dirt to survive!" You say, raising your voice so it would ring throughout the village and maybe the valley itself "Like animals, I shall bring you prosperity, and bring hope to your lives once more, no longer shall you go hungry or fear the coming winter, or present famine! This I swear"cont
>>4511924There's a weak cheer and cry through the bone thin crowd. They barely have the energy to even muster that show of gratitude and joy. You will not let them continue living an existence this low, you cannot allow it any longer.So 2nd, how will you aid your village?> Rebuild it, with your own two hands, build it better than it was, safer, protected. A layered wall, irrigation channels, a system to schedule the day more easily>Hunt the beasts of the woods and fog, so they can no longer prey upon them, and gather their hides to appease Gao's collectors when they come> Their way of farming is inefficient, if they were to focus on other, hardier crops, they may just be able to create a surplus by time Gao comes>See if your birthplace holds any more secrets like yourself, that may aid your new family. At the very least you may learn more of yourself> Write in?
>>4511927>Rebuild it, with your own two hands, build it better than it was, safer, protected. A layered wall, irrigation channels, a system to schedule the day more easily
>>4511927>Hunt the beasts of the woods and fog, so they can no longer prey upon them, and gather their hides to appease Gao's collectors when they come
>>4511927>Hunt the beasts of the woods and fog, so they can no longer prey upon them, and gather their hides to appease Gao's collectors when they comeIf Gao's men spit on our offering, we will hunt them.
>>4511927>See if your birthplace holds any more secrets like yourself, that may aid your new family. At the very least you may learn more of yourself
>>4511927>Hunt the beasts of the woods and fog, so they can no longer prey upon them, and gather their hides to appease Gao's collectors when they come>See if your birthplace holds any more secrets like yourself, that may aid your new family. At the very least you may learn more of yourselfWe should take time to figure out a method for normal humans to hunt the beasts of the forrest. Eventually we may not be here and then all this will have been for nothing.
>>4511927Can we do a combination of all three? Hunt a few more animals to supply them for a couple of days, give them our knowledge on how to farm better in addition to selling the furs and bones to buy more tools, and then returning to our pod? We only need to teach a few of the adults, then let them teach everyone else.
>>4511960> Shangrala, Classification: Feudal world. This planet is primarily made of vast fields and plains, with mountains and lost technology serving to create a near ever present fog in the lower parts the valleys and hills. It is ruled by warring kingdoms lead by depraved & hedonistic kings given patronage and a divine right to rule by the eight celestial courts.Autoguns would be the way to go about it. It would be nice to know the most common level of tech in this place. Probably only swords, shields, and muskets.
>>4511969Guns require propellent, and you wont get that without chemistry knowledge which is usually what seperates feudal from renaissance.Best bet we will have is trap making and finding local poisons to use. After that we need to climb the social heirarchy, though we should wait until we are fully grown before that (2 years) and try learn as much about everything we can. Inbuilt knowledge will only carry us so far.
>>4511975>you wont get that without chemistry knowledge>coughs in primarch>hacking on blood in ingrained primarch knowledge
>>4511977Yeah yeah, but how do you plan on making it here exactly? Unless you know some bullshit that will let us convert tree nuts into explosives.Itll be a long term investment to get going, and by that time we will probably be ruling some lands already and able to do it much easier than in a no-named village in the asscrack of no-where.
>>4511979Do an internet search and there's a handful of way you can make your own gunpowder. This being 40k it should be relatively easier, what with being a demi-god and all. If gunpowder is too much to ask for then Make mastercraft axes and scythes?
>>4511979Simple propellant is black powder which was, fittingly enough, invented in China.It's 40/40/20 Charcoal, saltpeter, and sulfur. (the exact ratios might be a bit off, but still.)
>>4511969>going the tech route>not the conan route>not the sorcerer route>not the god-emperor route>the tech route>alongside Perturabo and Ferrus Manus
>>4511980>>4511982Sulphur is your bottleneck here. Classically it seems they needed mines to get the metal ores required which contained sulphur.Charcoal is easy peasy near any woodland and saltpeter just requires having domesticated animals such as cows to provide adequate amounts of manure.
>>4511962It would mean dividing your attention if you did, and this is how you'll help improve their situation before the taxmen cometh.its up to you if you think the 2nd would find dividing his efforts to be the wisest/ most efficient choice to help>>4511983Hey, Ferrus got a head just fine
>>4511991He was also underrated as fuck but there's a bad precedent for tech-focused primarchs.
>>4511983We are too early on to know what we are most inclined towards. QM may be keeping it a secret till we encounter it.
>>4511986I could swear you could get sulphur from piss, but that was probably saltpeter.Eh, Charcoal and saltpeter will probably still go boom, right...?
>>4511983Excuse me, we're going for the "Oda Nobunaga invades the Chinese mainland" route
>>4511995You get amonia from piss mate. No one pisses sulphur compounds in any worthwhile amount or theyde be very very dead.
>>4511980>>4511982>>4511983>>4511986>we gun powder lads now
>>4511927> Rebuild it, with your own two hands, build it better than it was, safer, protected. A layered wall, irrigation channels, a system to schedule the day more easily
>>4512002so, are we the chinese renaissance man primarch now?>kung fu>rice farming>gunpowder
>>4512000> Noticeable amountYou know what this means, don't you?
>>4512007It might not be Chinese exactly, maybe off brand or a different culture entirely. But pretty much yeah the Terran equivalent of china.>>4512015I don't. My guess is power pissing out way into getting gunpowder?
>>4512015Worthwhile is a different phrase for a good reason.Industrial scale piss refinement for sulphur is a bad idea. Bad anon. No.mine your sulphur or cart it down form volcano caulderas like sane people.
>>4512017>>4512019Just kidding, turns out sulphur isn't strictly necessary for blackpowder.33/67 charcoal/saltpeterand22/88 charcoal/saltpeterwere the two good ratios that I found. The first has a faster burn rate(bigger boom) and the second burns hotter.
>>4511991Would you ever image that anywhere during your career as a QM, that your players would discuss the application of piss?
>>4512032I enjoy the discussion, so it doesn't bother me in the slightest. But I will admit I was not expecting it.
Honestly how about we do this; >Focus on hunting, as that will grant immediate food so starvation does not settle. >Turn to employ the waste products as bio matter to improve the crop. After all that of course>When the Cold Winter starts to settle in, focus on renovations of old structures for next year. While normally this cannot be done by humans, we are Primarch!
>>4512048I like the waste recycling. That's how the Japanese did it with their agriculture.
>>4511927>Hunt the beasts of the woods and fog, so they can no longer prey upon them, and gather their hides to appease Gao's collectors when they come> Rebuild it, with your own two hands, build it better than it was, safer, protected. A layered wall, irrigation channels, a system to schedule the day more easily
>>4511991I'll vote for hunting and rebuilding the village. We can look for the tech that makes this fog once the village is taken care of.
>>4512082I personally want to go adventuring in general.
>>4512048i concur with this option, it seems to me the most well planned
QM what is our 'Age' right now anyways? I know Primarch grow much faster but we are still the size of a teen right?
>>4512097Around that size I'd say, but you'll be growing rapidly (And have been since your landing), cause you know, fuck mothering primarch.
>>4511927> Rebuild it, with your own two hands, build it better than it was, safer, protected. A layered wall, irrigation channels, a system to schedule the day more easily> Their way of farming is inefficient, if they were to focus on other, hardier crops, they may just be able to create a surplus by time Gao comes
Calling it now.Was a bit of a paint to find the correct numbers here.Rebuild:8Hunt:8Farm:3Gestation Capsule investigation:2And since their are four votes asking for splitting your efforts between hunting and rebuilding (And two including improving farming with waste products), I'll combine the two.As being a primarch, multitasking between killing shit and building up a small village would be child's play for you, and will mean I don't have to tiebreakSo I'll write the update now
>>4512238Naming ourself Tian when? Also now that I think of it Tianxia could be that name of our legion.
And to raise this village from the gutter you had found it in, you need a proper plan of action of how exactly you will manage it. Promoting the growth of what grain they have, and growing hardier crops could be one avenue of accomplishing your ambitions to save this nameless village and its people. But even if you were to fertilize the soil, the winter's cold grasp would make that path inefficient and foolish, for if the cold comes as suddenly as you suspect it will, even the hardiest of crops will not be able to survive the season, let alone grow through it. And there's the problems of the predators of the ever present fog and within the woods, they'll grow more desperate and hungry as the weather cools and will present a danger to the farmers in the paddies and fields. However you can easily deal with the threat they present, but even with all your might and power you can only be in one place at once, and it is possible a hungry Fog Panther or pack of Mist Jackals might slip past your senses to feast upon your weaker fellows. Once some of the men of the village regain their strength, you'll show them techniques to defend themselves and hunt by your side, maybe do the same for the grown women as well, to ensure the safety of the children while you're gone.That would also potentially save them from Lord Gao's wrath, the value of a few bushels of rice and stacks of cabbage and radishes, would pale in the worth of pelts and fangs of the panthers, the swine and Jackals while of lesser value would still increase its worth in trade. Surely a noble's tax collectors would see that as well. So that is simply another benefit of hunting the creatures that stalk the fog and trees, outside of meat and safety.But, then you realize what use is safety if the people will still die of cold and sickness from insufficient protection for the elements? They live in dirt hovels, leaning shacks of stacked wood and straw, and the few ruins of proper shelter that can still be inhabited safely. And there's no actual defense to the village, not a single wall, yet alone the two or three that would be what you yourself would consider to fulfill the basic needs of their protection. That is taking into account the dangers presented to the rest of the villagers, from both wild beasts and desperate men through the harsh winter months. You smile, realizing subconsciously you consider yourself part of their whole now, how strange. But while the threat posed to you by starving beast and man is miniscule, it is much more dangerous to the normal men and women of the village.Disease of course would threaten their safety and prosperity as well, a easily accessed source of clean water that has not been tainted and dirty would also need to be introduced. And if you'd accomplish all that before spring comes, you'll be satisfied and have vastly improved the living conditions of your fellows. But then, when spring arrives?cont
>>4512324When spring comes, you'll be able to raise them higher than any of them would ever dream they would soar.-The young primarch set in motion his plan immediately, and soon it was an every day occurrence within the village to see the boy with golden eyes and Iron hair returning from a hunt deep within the woods and beneath the shroud of the fog. Returning with a bounty of meat and fur. He also began to dress more like men did, turning the pelt he covered himself with into a vest of white, silvery fur, while he took to wearing a pair of pants stitched from dried, hardy leather. Besides that he worse nothing, as he had no need to wear anything else.The Villagers grew used to his presence, but not to his unusual growth and strength. Some began to whisper he was a spirit of the forests or a member of the celestial courts incarnated to the mortal realm, who had seen their plight and come to save them from further suffering. But most came to except him as merely an extraordinary young man, with a kind heart and soul. But he did not hunt alone, when the village was fed, their bellies happy and their minds sharp once more, he began to take aside the fittest and brawniest among them, teaching them tricks he had learned from experience. How to hunt Fog Panthers safely, how to to gather the venom from Mist Jackals without poisoning yourself, how to lure and trap the wild swine, and more lessons from the beasts he hunted.With crude spears fashioned from old rakes and shovels, he trained them to fight with spears, to hunt and defend themselves with, and took aside the few able women in the village and showed them the basics as well, so they might defend themselves and their children.Soon, hunting parties would leave alongside the young hunter, as they had taken to calling him, and sometimes without his protection so bold they had become under his guidance. The elders of the village and the youths themselves had began to call themselves Young Panthers, at first in jest at the ridiculousness of what they intended to slay, and then seriously when they began to return with their namesakes. Wounds were rare, and casualties became rarer, and none were suffered when the Young hunter was by their side. It became the name of their brotherhood of hunters, the Brothers of Panthers.And the Young hunter, they began to simply call The Hunter, as with his rapid growth and imposing height and size, it became hard to call him young, as time passed. Though the villagers did not name him, for they did not see themselves as worthy to have such an honor.The village no longer starved, and most went to bed with full stomachs, as surplus of game was stored away, along with the preserved furs and hides from every hunt, given to The Hunter, as per his request. And with the first part of his plan's success, the Hunter left those he had taught and trained to maintain the village's safety and food supply.
>>4512325Instead he turned his eyes and efforts to another issue, that of the state of the village itself. As winter fell, he spent these harsh months working to rebuild and renovate the buildings that could be salvaged from the ruins, as well as building new structures wholesale, himself.Wise Wenyan helped and counseled him on this task, having been alive long enough to know a bit of everything, though the young primarch didn't require his assistance, he grew fond of the elderly man, who he had come to view as something akin to a father, and Wenyan had began to see him as another son, in place of the one he had lost in the great tragedy. Their relationship only grew closer, as the Hunter spent more time building and repairing the damages in the village. He started with the layered walls, building the first around what was considered the edge of the village, building gates alone the main path used to leave and enter the woods to reach the kingdoms own maintained road. The second he built two hundred meters from the first, establishing a safe zone to farm and keep the beasts of burden and some captured swine, away from the villager's homes.The fowl remained within the confines of the village. A third wall he then placed another three hundred meters from the second, a full li or mile from the first and village proper. With this he was satisficed with the safety of his people, and turned to constructing new residences and storage buildings for them.Now the villages felt safe, and even in the dead of winter the town was alive with activity, as they dressed in warm furs and lit fires that lasted most of the day with a fraction of the lumber they previously used, as they began to coat them in sap and resin from the nearby trees, and dried it upon the wood itself, allowing for a longer, more standard burn time.and with this adoption of this new fuel, the nameless hunter came upon an idea, to record and time the passing of the day by the time it took for one of these resin covered branches to burn, and began to set a schedule with which the hunters and farmers could more effectively work through the day.Half way through winter, he had become considered as the head of the village, taking the position from Wenyan, his adoptive father in all but name. He would hear the troubles of that plagued the villagers and seek to deal with them in the most cost effective and efficient manner.Even in the heart of a famine and dead of winter, under his golden eyes, greater prosperity came to the nameless village than it had ever experienced even in times of plenty and comfort. The farmers began to respect the Primarch not only for his strength and kind generosity, but also for his seemingly bottomless well of wisdom.They began to say he could make jade from manure, thus was his skill in making plenty from nothing.But that was not the extent of his ambitions for their lives.
>>4512279>TianSo our goal after we take this name should be to become emperor of this world so we can be called Emperor Heaven, effectively close to God Emperor, just for the sake of giving our father a 'what the fuck?' moment? 'Cuz I approve if so.
>>4512326As spring fast approached and he grew in both size and mass, the young primarch continued to work for the betterment of his adopted community, which had come to idolize him in his short time among them. His unnatural growth and knowledge cementing the idea he must've been a gift from the Divine..Within the house he shared with Wenyan, built in the center of the village, twice the height of the other houses and near three times the width, he spent tireless nights, drawing plans for forges, sketching out the lands within and outside the village, planning on building and expanding it in the coming months and years. The progress he made would've been impossible without his superhuman body and intellect, he had accomplished so much that it would go on to be recorded in the myths and legends of Shangrala as one of his miracles. But to him it was child's play. And as the ice and frost melted beneath a brighter sun, he diverted the clear running streams from the hills, mountains and woods to move through the village, providing an easily accessible source of water, that was pure and clean. And, saved a village that under any other leadership, would've perished months before.-You sit in the house of your father, a pot boiling in front of you, your hunting spear twice the length and size of the others laying by your side, as you wait for the broth to finish heating so you may share it with your father. One of your companions, a young man named Feng, is approaching. The sound of his limping sprint, a wound gained from his disaster of a first solo hunt, alerting you long before he arrived at your home."Hunter" He called, as you closed your eyes and sighed, you needed a proper name one of these days, hunter, while an apt title, was somewhat demeaning now "Gao's men have been sighted, along the cliff of calamity" The place of your birth, that is what they had come to call it. Also an Apt title."So they have finally come to collect after leaving us to suffer through these harsh months alone" You say with a nod of your head, rubbing your chin in thought "I had thought they may pass us by, assuming us all dead in our homes""Gao will never pass up a chance to gain wealth" Feng says venomously, spitting his contempt to the straw floor "And we have not suffered beneath you benevolent rule, my dear friend, but he would have left us to die"You nod, but say nothing in response.Well 2nd? how will you respond?> Tell him to open the gates, and tour them through your works with an escort of some of the Brothers of Panthers> Go meet them yourself, and gather your tribute to gao to bring with you> Seek your father's advise on the matter, he has dealt with the Gao family his whole life> "I will deal with that matter, after I have finished my latest work's foundation, tell them to wait"> write in?>>4512327>Son, are you playing at being a god>Oh, its just a name honored father>Press x to doubt
Sorry for the Titanic update, got a bit carried away
>>4512332>Go meet them yourself, and gather your tribute to gao to bring with youThey have no right to look on our father after what they've done.
>>4512333>trips = checkedIt's worth the wait
> Seek your father's advise on the matter, he has dealt with the Gao family his whole lifeTrust the old man.>>4512332>Son, are you playing at being a god>Oh, its just a name honored father>Press x to doubtAlternatively and even funnier:>Son, are you playing at being a god>They keep insisting I am despite me telling them I am not.
>>4512327Funny thing is the actual God-Emperor would be probably called Haungdi which means Yellow Emperor which is interesting because Yellow is the color for humanity. >>4512332The word for god and ruler are basically the same in China. Emps would have a field day with unfucking that mess.> Tell him to open the gates, and tour them through your works with an escort of some of the Brothers of Panthers
>>4512327Did we really take that name? I'd like to return to our capsule and see if the Emperor recorded our name in there.>>4512332> Seek your father's advise on the matter, he has dealt with the Gao family his whole life>>4512335>>4512340Yeah. If anything we can see what the adoptive dad has to say, then figure out what to do after that.
>>4512340+1>>4512327I like that, i'd support Tian
>>4512332I'll vote in favor of>Seek your father's adviseBut we should probably open the gates and play along until we have a force capable of defending our little fief.
>>4512342>The word for god and ruler are basically the same in China. Emps would have a field day with unfucking that messWell, the Old Man mentioned Vishnu so we are playing in a general Asiatic rather than just China, but still, alt three:>Son, are you playing at being a god>I am not playing at being a ruler, honored father>There is a difference between being a god and a ruler>What on Shangrala do you mean>Press X for asprin
>>4512332>Go meet them yourself, and gather your tribute to gao to bring with you
>>4512349>Well my others sons can't be this bad>Shadows of Angron, Perturabo, Curze, Logar, and Mortarion
>>4512332> Seek your father's advise on the matter, he has dealt with the Gao family his whole life
>>4512358Hmm...you're right...Well, this is feudal asia...should we become a Buddhist Primarch?
>>4512361I assumed less Buddhist and more half-confucian/half-roman stoic but as long as we can confuse and annoy the other primarchs I'm in.
> Seek your father's advise on the matter, he has dealt with the Gao family his whole lifeseems wise, old man likely knows more about this lord than we do, he might give us some good advice
Calling the voteGo meet Gao's men:1Seek your father's council:8Open the gates and give them a tour: 1So you shall seek your adoptive father's advice in the matterwriting the update
>>4512349Can’t wait to find the magi-tech spaceship and stash of magic nukes. (Yes those are things in Hindu mythology)
>>4512384Buddhism is based around four truths and the eightfold path. Sounds like chaos until you realize everything about it is pointed in the exact opposite direction due to peaceful aims (fuck off Khorne), rejection of indulgence (fuck off Slaanesh) because clinging to change is a bad thing (fuck off Tzeentch), and wanting to break free of an endless cycle of life and death (fuck off Nurgle).Use their shit to build a movement to work against them. Very much in line with the one who redirected our pod.
>>4512384I think we should be Jaghatai, if he were a feudal conqueror with Vulkanesque devotion to the common man that compensates for his lack of Gulliman-tier administrations through a brutality almost approaching Kurze.>>4512424That would be kino, I do admit.
>>4512332What we need is to find a force of ablebody men to fight the fucker off. We are to userp her title for our own, as proof we are more able than him. On the other hand, cutting the head off the snake early is a good way to win status. >Assassinate the fellow, as he cannot claim tribute if he never lives to ask for it.
>>4512424Well martial arts are as much about philosophy as they are about fighting technique.
>>4512435I'm afraid we will be stuck in a feudal war though, in my honest opinion. We cannot stay if we really want to learn some form of martial art or gain a Knight. I just hope we don't have the trope of a stupid ruler who breaks shit just because he can.
>>4512435At first we should strive to be reasonable. Once he betrays our trust or tries to take advantage of our home, he'll suffer the consequences.>>4512436It's all coming together now. You guys know how Vulkan was an absolute beast of a primarch under the skin that consciously tried to be righteous? I think we're almost animalistic, but force our instincts away from the hypercombatant savagery Emps intended us for into the study of martial arts and creation of an anti-chaos philosophy in somewhat the same manner.
>>4512435I like this suggestions.The nobility are fat and corrupt. We must kill them!
>>4512332>Seek your father's advise on the matter, he has dealt with the Gao family his whole lifeThis primarch is very much chinese mythy. The whole coming from a pod thing is reminiscent of the stone monkey. Wonder which of our brothers will like us, seeing as emps would certainly love us if we adopt taoists stances on family
You guys do realize the vote was over hours ago right?
"I shall seek my father's council, Wise Wenyan has never steered me wrong before" You say after a moment of thought, using your oversized spear as leverage to pull yourself up from your seat in front of the cooking fire. Feng nods, his coal black hair and scarred face cast in shadows. He remained where he knelt, waiting no doubt to escort you to Gao's men when you've come to a decision on how to welcome them.They had forgotten your people and forced them to survive like field rats, and no doubt were expecting to pick through their bones for anything of value, rather than finding a flourishing piece of heaven with the Yan Kingdom. How they'd react? You did not know, and that made these men dangerous. You did not know their disposition or the temperament of their master outside of his cruel treatment to this nameless village prior to this year's winter. And that made them more of a potential threat than even the most battle scarred and experienced Fog Panther. Without knowing how well armed they were or their likely actions, it'd be a fools gambit to meet them, even with open arms and bearing gifts. They may take your improvement of the village as a threat, or a sign of rebellious intent.To make matters worse, you had no idea how many men had come to escort the tax collector in his duties. Feng hadn't been clear, and without even knowing that you could not meet them. You knew nothing of their tactics, their temperament, the arms they carried, or even their number. And while they had merely come to collect Lord Gao's tithe, that could easily turn into a festival of blood and death should you not properly approach them. To do that, you needed to know more about them. You had lived among the beasts and peasantry, and had never met those under the employ of nobility, soldiers.You must prepare. You ran the worst case scenario through your mind, like reading through a scroll, testing various responses in your psyche as you marched to your honored father's room, where he was no doubt resting for the day, considering his age. The pelts of your conquests and your student's line the walls of your shared home for that reason, as they did the homes of the elderly or young. to further insulate Wenyan and the other elders and children from the cold"Is the bone broth done, my son?" He asks as you part the reed mat you've used in place of a door, to allow for more ventilation "I've found my appetite this morning, and might take some early spring fowl with it, if there is enough to spare"You kneel down, placing your two hands together in a clasped greeting to your adoptive father, as he sits by the personal fire in his chambers, wrapped in furs whiter than his own hair."Honored father, I have come to seek your council once more" You say humbly, looking up to him as he stands with his new cane, a warm and fatherly smile across his face "Gao's men have arrived, seeking their tribute for last year, how should I proceed?"cont
>>4512495"Such a dutiful son, despite far outstripping his father, he still heeds his voice" He laughs before frowning, gripping the end of his walking cane tightly, his knuckles turning snow white from his tightening grip "But, I would advise caution, despite your great power, my son"You say nothing, listening closely and picking apart his words to find the path you would take forward."The Name Gao has ruled over this valley and its surroundings for centuries, they are one of the royal family of Yan's favored servants" He says, running a hand through his beard, brushing it as he spoke "And that is because they bring them heavy taxes and loyal citizenry. At the merest threat to his authority, the current lord Gao reacts with fire and fury, and cruelty most terrible"You nod"He even sees a slight against himself in his subjects seeking a better life" You say raising your head, keeping you hands clasped together "But we have gathered more tribute than he asked, I've read his decree, the amount of pelts and furs we've gathered far outstrip the cost of the price her laid""He is also a greedy man, indulgent, no doubt he means to take more than he commanded us to give before the long winter" Your father says sadly "And the servant he sent will no doubt take his own share, as will the soldiers who guarded him from the worst inhabitants of the fog"Flashes of imagination ran through your mind, a dark fantasy of faceless soldiers forcefully taking the few comforts you've given to your people away, swords in hand. Smoke and fire billowing from your home like it had become one of the time keeping fires. and the image of yourself and trusted students, cutting down these greedy dogs on the spring field, hidden in the fog like the beasts you hunt. What will happen if they are insulted and are of a superior force than you and the hunting men, and what will happen if they are not, and still try to suppress the village."But, we must bow our heads, we are, despite your efforts and tutelage, just a simple village, and we are recovering from a great calamity" He says as you close your eyes, banishing the thoughts of simply dealing with them the same way as the creatures of the forests and fog "And if the pride of these men is wounded, they will tell Gao we mean to revolt, and he shall bring the full force of his armies upon us"Subconsciously, you barred your teeth and tightened your hands, digging your nails into the base of your knuckles. "So, I shall approach them as humbly as I can, polite and mannered and give them what they've came for" You say, steering your thoughts away from finding a method to face a trained army with with only the lives within your village "Careful not to provoke their ire or wrath"cont
>>4512496"If you are able, the line of Gao are not known for being kind and forgiving, already we have earned Gao's wrath, they will look for any excuse they can find" Father says putting a hand upon your broad shoulder, looking into your golden eyes with his clay brown eyes "But, I believe you can handle it, my son, you are more wise than you are mighty"You nod, and stand back to your full height, bowing to Wenyan"I thank you, wise father, for your advice, I shall go to greet the men of Gao, before they become impaitent" You say, turning to leave your father "the broth should be done by now, I'll fetch a fowl to add to it after I return""Stay safe, my child" Wenyan says as you leave him "We will not be able to continue without you"Feng is where you left him, still kneeling, eyes hard, a worried look to his face and posture. His mannerisms tell you how afraid he is of meeting these servants of Lord Gao."Hunter, what wisdom has your father given to you?" He asks stoically, his scars deepening from the shadows cast over his face -"How much longer will these dogs keep us waiting" Ling, a small man dressed in bright maroon and pink silk robes asked, yawning as he sat upon the back of the finest steed his paycheck would allow him to keep, a beautiful horse of white fur and bountiful stamina "Have we not given them long enough to gather their tithe?"The soldiers with him, dressed in deeper shades of the same color said nothing, merely standing encircled around him and his steed, to guard him against any foolish attempts upon his life. He huffed, twirling the tip of his beard around his finger, the headwear of his office's wide brim keeping the sun out of his eyes as he attempted to peer over the wall and gate in front of him."And this wall, surely it must've cut into the labor they were ordered to preform...I will have to inform lord Gao of this lax in obedience" He said spitefully, spitting on the ground "Unless they have some how under the eight court's grace, managed to find the time in a famine, to turn away from their paddies and build this..."He swallowed hard, this wall was greater than the one around his own estates, it was made of the trunks of trees, old and mighty, that would take ten men in their prime to carry at least. And how tightly they were packed together, with clay and stone as mortar. Ling knew if he tried to breach the wall, he would be courting death. How could a starving village, smaller than his own staff of servants, manage such a marvel of architecture? It would have starved them to build this, yet here it was. It was impossible. And that man who told them to wait, impudent and young.He was dressed in the fur of the man eating fog panther with a horrid three lined scar across his face. And had been armed with a spear.cont
>>4512498It was unthinkable, but had those starving, broken men he had seen when they tried to flee from their duties, turned to banditry and barbarism to survive? Gao would certainly honor him for bringing the heads of such men to his court. and even if they weren't and merely turned savage means to survive, well, the truth was what he would tell his lord.Dreams of gold, honors and other riches filled the small man's greedy mind. Until he was torn to reality as cruelty as a flower plucked from a field. "OPEN THE GATE!" A voice like a dragon's roared, at once brutish and refined, wise and wild in equal parts, it was unlike anything he or the men escorting him had ever heard. It seemed to shake the very earth beneath his feet."On guard, on guard, on guard" He muttered, chanting it like a monk's hymns to the gods "be ready for anything men"The wooden gate swung open as Ling tried to keep his head high, but what he saw, turned his blood to ice.Standing in front of him, was...a giant? No it was a young man, his face was youthful, free of impurities and age, the very image of jade like elegance. He had a presence only those of noble...no, those of the great Yan should have. Ling expected starved peasants or mad barbarians, or foolish would be rebels to die, not a man who seemed to walk from the artworks of the old kingdom, such was his grandeur.But he was brutish, dressed in only a coat of fur, and pants made of hardened leather, his chest bare to the world. And his hair, it was long, uncut or styled, the same dull grey color of iron. An ogre in the flesh, but beyond mortal. He was above man, not beneath them despite his rugged dressed and looks, and..by all eight courts, his eyes. His eyes!They were golden!.Words Failed Ling, and his escorts faltered before the creature before them, muscle bound and wearing the fur of a beast that took two of their number on their journey to this forgettable stain on lord Gao's lands. Ling, despite being accompanied by an escort of twenty men, suddenly felt as if his own, very valuable life was in danger. He would not have felt safe with a hundred or more men at his command.But the golden eyed Giant....Well what did you do, 2nd?> Kneel down and offer apologizes for your lateness, but you needed to be sure you had the correct tally of goods> Stare down these soldiers and laugh at yourself for fearing them, by your judgement and calculations, you alone could deal with this band>"Ah, you must be Lord Gao's man, that has been sent to our humble village to collect his tribute, come, come, I have much to show you, I was merely tending to my father"> Glare at the soldiers and bark at them to drop their weapons or die, there shall be no arms of war within your village> write in ?
>>4512500>> Kneel down and offer apologizes for your lateness, but you needed to be sure you had the correct tally of goods>"Ah, you must be Lord Gao's man, that has been sent to our humble village to collect his tribute, come, come, I have much to show you, I was merely tending to my father"
>>4512500>"Ah, you must be Lord Gao's man, that has been sent to our humble village to collect his tribute, come, come, I have much to show you, I was merely tending to my father"> write in ?Shoot the shit and rub shoulders with him. All primarchs to some degree are charismatic. Weather they be of the social or intimidating variety. Better to be his friend than an enemy, at least this way it would open the door for us to some social circles and gain us and by extension the village an ally.Also comment on his horse. His horse is a very nice horse. That could be an ice breaker.
>>4512500>>"Ah, you must be Lord Gao's man, that has been sent to our humble village to collect his tribute, come, come, I have much to show you, I was merely tending to my father"
Should we really be kneeling? I don't know what makes up the ego of this Ling fellow, but he and everyone knows that our boy is a cut above everyone else, and shouldn't have to act like some peasant. I mean he technically is but he doesn't need to grovel on his knees. being cordial should be enough.
>>4512506i concur with this choice, dont have to grovel like a worm at his feet but remain respectful and try to gain some amicability from the collector
>>4512500>"Ah, you must be Lord Gao's man, that has been sent to our humble village to collect his tribute, come, come, I have much to show you, I was merely tending to my father"Be sure to compliment his horse and the discipline of his men and the craftsmanship of their weapons.
>>4512500>Make the man feel as if he is right at home, then test him for any faults. The Gao might seem invincible and untouchable to mortal men, but we are no meer mortal.
>>4512521Just to make sure everyone understands this, we are gonna cause a peasant revolt. However we must be skillful about it, finding allies among the tax collectors and soldiers.
>>4512500>"Ah, you must be Lord Gao's man, that has been sent to our humble village to collect his tribute, come, come, I have much to show you, I was merely tending to my father"
>>4512500>>"Ah, you must be Lord Gao's man, that has been sent to our humble village to collect his tribute, come, come, I have much to show you, I was merely tending to my father"A son of the Emperor does not bow to a tax collector
>>4512500>"Ah, you must be Lord Gao's man, that has been sent to our humble village to collect his tribute, come, come, I have much to show you, I was merely tending to my father">Write inAs the other anon put it, shoot the shit with him. There's no point in antagonizing him, he's a servant, not gao, and we need connections if we really want to take over. And it's always good to be friends with the tax man
>>4512500>"Ah, you must be Lord Gao's man, that has been sent to our humble village to collect his tribute, come, come, I have much to show you, I was merely tending to my father"Take the diplomatic route for now. I feel we should be a mix of The Lion and maybe Robot and Sanguinius when dealing with people, diplomatic when we can but taking absolutely no disrespect.
Calling the vote nowKneel: 1"Ah you must be..": 10Compliment his horse: 3Shoot that shit/ rub shoulders with ling: 3Make him comfortable and test for weakness:1clear winner here. writing the update
>>4512502Kneeling and offering apologies when we are an infant primarch and they're a tax collector may seemed cucked but in some asian cultures it's actually a fairly significant flex to offer subservience to one you're clearly superior to. Not saying I agree with the option or that it's anything we should consider, but we aren't in Ultramar or Olympia anons.
>>4512563I don't think that it's come up yet, but i'm not opposed to taking 'Hunter' as a first name. We can workshop a surname as well but as far as first names go you could do worse than Hunter.Or, maybe the Chinese translation, Lièrén. But if we're going to go with that we could probably drop the accents or something. Maybe Leiren, or something like that. It's a little off the word but I prefer the spelling of that to Lieren. The former gives it a long 'E' sound which just sounds better to me than the long 'I' sound of the latter.just a thought
Merely clasped his hands together, grinning ear to ear like the common depictions of a fat, but wise man whose name had been lost to the ravages of time and the long night. The golden giant bowed as Ling covered his face with a fan, hoping to hide his obvious terror from merely being in the presence of this man, so clearly above and beyond the normal stock of Yan, or any people of Shangrala. His men remained frozen, even behind the snarling, fanged masks that hid their face, their dread was apparent in their eyes, as wide as the full moon. The spears almost fell from the hands as the giant of a man bowed his head slightly, completing the traditional greeting of their people, and then he spoke, the animalistic quality of his voice lessening until it was a sweet and gentle as a summer rain.-"Ah you must be Lord Gao's man" You say, greeting the fellow upon the resplendent steed, in the finest clothing you had ever seen "that has been sent to our humble village, to collect his tribute"Looking at them as you stood proud and tall again, at a glance you studied the threat they could pose to you. They were armored with plates layered over each other and connected by rings, and armed with long blade spears with poles of lacquered metal, the blades twisted and wavering. More dangerous weapons than anything the local beasts wielded, and they numbered twenty exactly. But like the small man upon his horse, they were very clearly terrified of you, which would lessen their combat effectiveness, along with the fact that they were beneath you on an incline, giving you an even greater advantage should they attack. If it came to it, to best them in combat, and completely and other crush them, you'd need all of your hunting companions and they would no doubt take losses. Alone, unless you suppressed them quickly, you may sustain injuries yourself. But as it stood they posed no threat to you or the village, such was their terror after merely seeing you. So you stopped considering the various factors that could affect a theoretical battle if it were to break out, as there was no chance it would. Unless they were truly foolish men."Come, come" You say warmly, opening your arms and bearing your chest in an effort to show you were not something so frightening they needed to play dead in front of you "I have much to show you, I was merely tending to my father"They remain silent, the short man on his horse hiding his face except his eyes with a fan. It depicted a scene of a hunt, men on horse back chasing down Cliffjumpers, a breed of fowl grown to the size of a man that inhabited the mountains of these lands."Are, you the leader of these villagers?" he asked warily, his eyes narrowing as he studied you as you had studied him in his men, though his analyses took much longer than yours did "And yes, you are correct, I am the tax collector, Ling, and we have been waiting to collect the tithe you owe mighty lord Gao"cont
>>4512631You nod, folding you arms, moving your elbows back as you clasped you hands together"I have explained my lateness, have I not?" You say kindly, still smiling as the man fans himself "I'll be happy to deliver to you, the tribute we owe Lord Gao""Yes, yes you have" The man says trying to sound unafraid and unconcerned "I will excuse this, as one's duties to their parents are tantamount to their loyalty to their rightful masters""Ah, I thank you for your understanding, but do please follow this humble hunter to his village, it is still a short distance from here still" You say, turning your back to them. There's no reason not to, none of them have the bravery to dare strike you from behind, and if they did they'd simply be courting deathThe soldiers move first, the tax collector keeping his distance and using his men as living barrier between himself and you."Though I must admit my, suspicions that you have produced an acceptable tribute of grain for Gao" He says soon after you begin the short walk to the village proper "as the people here have clearly spent more time building than farming as is your duty""Oh, no the people here have worked very hard, and I built these walls when we had already acquired a fitting tribute, for Lord Gao" You say still smiling, Having chosen your words carefully to shock this Ling fellow from your "Impossible feat" of building these mighty walls on your own and in such a short time."Then I expect this village's tribute to be most generous if the people here found the time to build pointless walls instead of working" Ling says, trying to keep up the appearance of distant, uncaring bureaucrat."OH they have been working very hard, I meant that I built them myself" You say politely, humble and with a gentle voice as you Ling's eyes widened "that is, after all, what I told you, Tax collector Ling""In the winter" He says, the awed tone of his voice telling you he didn't think you were lying or exaggerating "And...andHe unfurls his fan again, hiding his expression from you and closing his eyes."Without explicit permission from the lord of these lands" He says as you reach the second gate."We were troubled by an onslaught of beasts, surely a wise man like Lord Gao will understand, there was nothing else we could do" You say, turning from ling to the wooden gate, Feng slamming the butt of his spear against it, signaling the men you had stationed behind it all was safe and they could stand down "We had to act on our own, or we would have been devoured"Ling remained silent, his guards grouping closer together as they saw some of the other brothers of the panthers behind the gates. You raised a hand, slowly lowering it, a sign you had taught them while hunting alongside them. And as commanded, they obeyed, standing to the side and lowering their spears as they knelt. cont
>>4512632Two of them, Liang and Jiang, brothers with long hair glanced up as you walked by, to see if you gave the follow up signal to strike. Ling gripped the reigns of his mount tightly."There's nothing for you to fear here my lord, we are but humble servants" You say, turning your back to your companions and friends.The air tenses as they size up the soldiers standing in front of them, and the soldiers do the same, though with less confidence in their posture considering you yourself as standing opposite of them. With a wave of your arm, you motioned to the men behind you, smiling still."We merely had to arm ourselves, to protect our livestock and families from the dreadful beasts of the fog" You say, giving the signal that a surprise attack would not be necessary, with the motion you had come up with to call of a hunt before it started "Surely Lord Gao will understand, we could not sit by while we were preyed upon""Yes...yes" Ling says, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed nervously, trying to maintain the unconcerned image he was trying to present to you "In the choice between death and blind obedience, it is better to take the path that will allow you to continue your service, though Lord Gao may wish to take such trained men into his army""We would be honored, but we merely did what was necessary, I am glad to meet a man as understanding as yourself, Tax collector Ling" You say turning your back to Ling and his men as you walked past your own. They dispersed, heading back to the pens that held what livestock your village had."I was told this village was a ruin when I was given the order to fetch the taxes owed" Ling says, as you walk past the small pastures and collections of pens you built to house the beasts of burden of your people, keeping them closer to the fields and paddies than the village themselves "Did you truly find time to rebuild so quickly during a famine""Oh yes, we had what we were asked to give well before the end of winter, it left me plenty of time to rebuild and improve what was left, as you can see" You say, waving your arm across the work you've accomplished, and the village itself as you quickly approached the final gate. You sigh and hang your head."I just wish I had the power to return the dead to life, then I could truly say I have bettered this humble village" You say sadly, as the gate swings open, pulled by men on the other side, who having not heard your shouting know there's no danger presented by the twenty one men following you."I see no sign of ruin" Ling says, his eyes widening as he sees the bustling life of the center of the village, fires burning in stone pits, children playing and women going about their chores as you slowly walk forward "All of the people I have seen look well fed, are you sure you left enough grain to give as tribute?"cont
>>4512635"Grain?" You ask, laughing as you glance over your shoulder at the man draped in brightly dyed silks, with a flat topped wide brimmed hat of the same pointlessly garish colors "Oh no, we could not grow grain in the dead of winter, so...I hope lord Gao, in his endless wisdom is understanding that we had to find an alternative form of tribute"Ling smiles from behind his fan, no doubt thinking he's caught you with your leg in a snare, and could not pounce and squeeze you and the rest of the village of what little you owned or perhaps, do something even more wicked. But he did not realize, that it was himself who had fallen into the Panther's den.With a sharp whistle and clap of your hands, Feng steps behind you, letting out a yell. The soldiers form a wall again together, until they see the women of the village, the ones were the fairest and plumpest, come out from their homes, carrying bundles of fur as you had ordered to be placed. The fine, soft white and silver sheen fur of the Fog panthers, all of the pelts complete with their six limbs, the tails removed for the use of scarfs or dusters. The air with Ling escapes him in the form of a wheezing cough, as he nearly falls of his fine specimen of a horse, as stacks of furs are placed upon the carts you had prepared for the occasion. One of the soldiers drop their weapon as the first two carts are filled with folder panther hides, and then the women bring out the furs of the wild Swing and Mist jackals, with their course and rougher fur, and set them along in other carts, along with a boxes filled with salted and smoked meat."how?" Ling says, unable to hide his awe of the bounty before him and dread of the fact that he was seeing something that to his mind should not be possible "how...how acceptable, this is an acceptable replacement for the shipment of grain that Lord Gao asked for, I am certain he will be thrilled to hear of the prosperity of"He pulls a small scroll from his side and unfurls it"This, nameless, remote, unimportant village" He says, his voice cracking and turning a little delirious "And you, you were the one who lead the effort in rebuilding, and I assume as well, the idea to substitute the grain for these pelts?"He folds his fan closed with a flick of his wrist and jabs it at you, his eyes burning with the madness of a man given a chest of jewels and gold."What is your name, leader of nothing?" He asks as you don't let your umbridge of your home being described in such terms, even if they are an apt description "it is for my report to Lord Gao, you understand, so his benevolence may learn of your deeds" cont
>>4512644What do you say 2nd?>Oh I also have no name, fitting for the leader of nothing, no?> Oh there is no need, friend Ling, instead of worrying about such minor details, why not rest and relax here for the night. You and your men must be tired>I have no desire for honors or material rewards, simply give Lord Gao what is owed.>Oh, my apologies, that is only a portion of our tribute to lord Gao, the rest has already been packed, you see.>Write in?
>>4512649>"Oh I also have no name, fitting for the leader of nothing, no? Although, I have been called Hunter by the people of this village, so I suppose Lieren would do well for the records of the mighty lord Gao."
>>4512644I got nothing in terms of name.Tian? Tian the Hunter. Any objections guys?
>>4512654i like this option, fitting for the great hunter of the wilds
>>4512649>>4512619I literally just said this.Either Hunter, or the Chinese-esque translation. Leiren, or Lieren
>>4512649I feel like it doesn't matter, we should probably kill these guys at the slightest implication that they're going to come back. Or we should at least threaten the tax man indirectly, to buy us more time to prep the village and perhaps look around for our pod and any potential tech.
>>4512649>>"Oh I also have no name, fitting for the leader of nothing, no? Although, I have been called Hunter by the people of this village, so I suppose Lieren would do well for the records of the mighty lord Gao."
>>4512663Leiren would've worked too but Lieren fits in with Magnus, Guilliman, Jaghatai, and Mortarion at the least. I don't think we should limit ourselves to one name, and should take on more as we go through our lives.>>4512668I think we should comply until they push us an inch too far, then we put our foot down to the tune of Taiping 2.0. If this Gao burns our village, I say we have his head on a stake.
>>4512672+1 to taking more names, that'll make us unique among the primarchs.
>>4512673Tian/Tiandi and Haungdi are sick as fuck, they just feel huge to declare this early on. Especially since we've been so humble so far.
>>4512673Imagine being the Remembrancer who has to sit and listen to one of the primarchs, the leaders of the great crusade and sons of the emperor of mankind a super human god of war, as he lists of every one of his names and the stories of how he began to be called such. so steeped in metaphor and filled with untranslatable sayings that you're pretty sure he's just decided to fuck with you as a hobby. And when you ask one of his astartes for clarification, they all refer to him by a different one of his names, even whle in conversation with each other.
>>4512672>>4512673>>4512675>>4512678Supporting whatever the fuck is going on. Lets do it. Lets fuck with everyone and make this a pissing contest with our brothers by having the most names of ever.
>>4512684>instead of a list of titles>he has a book of names
>>4512675>>4512678>>4512684>>4512685We're like a cooler custodian this way, shit's dope.
>>4512687If we want to be more unique, we could go by our most recent name instead of just going by the first two, like Constantin Valdor, Ra Endymion, Amon Tauromachian, etc.
>>4512689Or change names depending on the situation
>>4512663>>4512664>>4512684We should take Lieren as our first name, we can adopt as many middle names/titles as we want.>surname has yet to be decided
I've had a sudden realization, having numerous names feeds into the neobuddhist angle, because he's intrinsically not attached to any one identity.
>>4512684I don't know what we're doing, but I support it!
>>4512696He's a Primarch, he's attached to an identity intrinsically. Would his biological makeup allow him to think that way? Now that I think about it, a collectivist mind might work better for him. IF he IS intrinsically connected to another mind, it would lend credence to a multiple name type situation.>still voting Lieren/Leiren as first name
>>4512703Of course he's attached to his identity as a primarch under the purview of the Emperor's design, but the implication of many names is that he views himself to be of himself, independent of a name, if that makes any sense. He doesn't view titles or fame as worthwhile, and recognition only insofar as it encourages others to do as he sees fit, for their sake.
Why not combine the two names we'vve been mentioning in the thread?Tian Lieren.That's in Surname - First name form, to note.
>>4512713I think we should take the name Tian when its appropriate.
>>4512714Ah, so just start as Lieren, and stack on the names like:<surname we get when emp's shows up> Lieren <name> <name> <title> <name> Tian <name> <title> <title> <name> <name> Haungdi
>>4512571Heh. That sounds like it would have been hilarious. Any others you can think of where we can be humble and virtuous but flex hard on our foes at the same time?
Prefer the no name. Just go by our title / rank as an homage to the emperor.
>>4512713>Tiansh LierenHeavenly Hunter
>>4512719>foe wielding power weapon>set ours aside, raise fists>for the sake of fairness
>>4512722>sorryTianshang Lierensurname firstTranslates to heavenly hunter, though Hunter Heavenly is just as good (if not better) a name. I don't know how Chinese naming conventions work
>>4512722Supporting this, or whatever the proper convention is.
Alright, calling the vote here, last update of the night.Telling Ling your name is Lieren: 6Telling him its Tian: 1Giving yourself a surname as a peasant: 2Writing it nowThough I will admit Tian/ Tianshang Lieren sounds pretty cool, and Heavenly hunter is an amazingly awesome
>>4512741Shit meant it was 3 for claiming a surname alreadybut I'll probably go with the Surname Tianshang when You, you know, become big dick king over everything, and before any ancillary names you give yourself or earnCause I like the Name Tianshang Lieren
>inb4 the Yan have a daemon titan and our shit is rocked at mach 10
>>4512719Think of it in the context of an emperor asking a provincial governor that's visiting the imperial palace on official business if he'd like to have him get something to drink, after ushering him into a seat before he has himself while nearby servants stand and do nothing. Who's in charge is immediately apparent to anyone looking in, but while it's a show of humility (and good for face) on the surface, it's also a massive flex, in that the emperor makes it clear that the power dynamic isn't remotely dependent on who's doing or wearing what in a way that sitting down and getting to business straightaway wouldn't have done.
"Oh" You say, the only thing keeping the soldiers from rushing to grab the carts of fur or the women who had delivered them being your imposing presence standing before them like a great statue of iron. Even under their monstrous masks, you could see the amazement and wonder in their eyes, and their burning greed. No doubt they'd filch a fur or two themselves, or cut a piece from one and claim shoddy work on the part of the "Unimportant" Peasants who slew the beasts the hides had belonged to.Smile genially once more, you take look into Ling's eyes, the arm holding his hand shaking from merely being raised against you. But he manages to maintain a façade of dignity and grace, though it is a most fragile mask he wears."I also have no name, rather fitting for the leader of nothing, no?" You say, seeing anger flash through his eyes, clearly he thinks it was spiteful remark and and insult against him, rather than the truth. His upper lips twitches and his mouth opens, but he doesn't speak, instead his eyes fill with fear. His arm is shaking more now, and he swallows again, sending the lump in his throat bobbing up and down. It seems he's too intimidated to speak his mind, and reprimand you or order his men to get his retribution by the points of their spears."Although" You say with a deep chuckle from your stomach, keeping your smile as you locked eyes with the tax collector again, and he froze as a bead of sweat rolled down his brow "I have been called Hunter by the people of this village, so I suppose Lieren would do well for the records of mighty Lord Gao""You...impudent" Ling manages, struggling to breath, each breath heavy and ragged as he slouched forward still on the back of his horse, unable to say any more as the weight of your presence crushes his show of offense,"Huh, so we have something to call you besides Hunter now then, Boss" Feng says cheerfully as Ling turns his glare to him "Lieren, a fitting name for the great hunter of the wilds""Oh, did you think I was lying when I said I had no name prior to this day?" You ask, making your voice sound hurt and wounded from the unspoken accusation "Oh I apologize for the confusion, Ling, but I truly had no name before this moment""Your parents didn't name you? truly barbaric" He says, straightening up, still as pale as a field of fresh snow, swallowing again as he unfurled his fan, covering his face once more "But it matters not, Lieren, I will ensure your accomplishments and hard work reach the ears of Lord Gao, so you can be properly"He fans himself, narrowing his eyes as he surveys the carts filled with hard to obtain furs of deadly beasts, and boxes of their flesh, prepared to last for many season.Cont
>>4512785"Rewarded" He says, closing his fan with another flick of his wrist, grinning ear to ear "though, I find it odd that a man as great as you, to be able to take a ruined village populated by the sick and starving, and turn it into a thriving community, during a famine that made even Great Gao have to miss meals, would not have a name. Nor be known to us, as my orders"He raised his head, stretching his neck. And when he did your thoughts immediately went to work to find the easiest way to wring it and kill him. it looked like a fowl's neck, long and thing, it'd be a simple as taking his head in one hand and twisting it as you held him down. Though it may take less energy to merely squeeze the life from him. Despite these thoughts, you kept smiling and listening to what the Tax collector said."Specifically mentioned, that there was nothing of note within or around this village, outside of a wound in the earth that had" He says, taking that small scroll from his side again, reading it "Had, according to the farmers fleeing their duties had been "Made when a bright flame drove into the ground, and drove through it like a plow through mud, devastating their fields and homes" Which I had not believed myself, but...I have seen the scar myself, and I find it more believable than you, Lieren" "More believable that celestial fire rained from the sky to fall upon an village so insignificant, that it does not have a name, than there being a giant living there, unknown to the great Lord Gao, unknown to the Mighty line of Yan. a man so strong he managed to, by his claim work through the winter to build walls from trees older than the village itself with no aid" Ling says leaning forward, gripping the reigns of his horse tightly so as not to fall to mud beneath its hooves "So ferocious he treats fog panthers as silkworms and freely takes their furs, and so talented and charismatic, he led a band of starving farmers into rebuilding their devastated homes and turned the men among them into hunters of one of the most deadly common beasts upon Shangrala"He took a breath, and let it out slowly, puckering his thin lips as he did."And had an inner calm that allowed him to do this, as he and his family were dying and knowledge beyond his station, to be able to plan all of this and achieve it" He continues, rapping his fan into his open palm "I find it hard, nigh impossible to believe such a extraordinary man, a giant among men, would have no name and remain unknown for so long among the chaff of society"A simple twist of the neck, a pinch to the artery, a swift strike to the spine, slapping both side of his head and jostling the brain disconnecting it from the rest of his body, a jab to the heart through his rib cagecont
>>4512786how easy it'd be to kill this man. The way he speaks of your friends and family and of your home was starting to irritate you and awaken your anger. but you kept it locked away, trapped inside of you. Letting it loose would be foolish, so you merely entertained yourself with calculating the most efficient way to end him. In theory, of course. "But it is the truth, it is as if I have found a baby dragon in the wilds!" Ling laughs, slapping his fan into his palm as he did "When I came looking for rice, like finding Jade among gravel...Lieren, I would very much like to hear more about you, from your own mouth, at a later date""You are simply too fascinating to ignore, I'm certain Gao would want to see you for himself, when he hears of you" He says, trying to sound friendly and affable despite having insulted everything you built and cared for more than once "But, I shall take this tax you offer, record it in my ledger, and take my leave of this village"He rolls the scroll in his hand back up and sets it at his side "As soon as I catalogue the exact amount of furs and pelts my Lord Gao has received, of course" He says happily, trying to get off his horse but getting caught in the saddle in his excitement to inspect the cargo he'd be trafficking back to his master.You say nothing when he leaves five furs out of the final count, nor when his men take knives to some of the pelts as they help in his counting. It was an ordeal, but finally, Tax collector Ling and his men leave your village unharmed, taking with them the tribute of furs and hides. But he lingers longer than he should, praising you for your genius and talents, trying to endear himself to you. He had even invited you to visit his private estate, somewhere in Gao's landsIts was clear as the night sky, he is planning on using you for his own gain somehow. probably taking credit for your discovery or recruiting you to lord Gao's service, or his own if he was bold. No doubt it would make him a richer man, respected and honored by his peers. And that was easily exploitable. But with the tithe given, the tax paid, and soldiers gone, peace returned to your village once more, as it was no longer in danger of being burnt to cinders because of an offended bureaucratBut there was work to be done still, even though the hardest times had passedAnd what was that work, Lieren?> Continuing to improve and better the lives of your fellow villagers > Bringing the prosperity of your village to the others nearby> Training yourself to fight things other than mindless beasts, but rather thinking men armed with steel> Investigating the site of your "Birth" and attempting to figure out WHAT you were exactly> Write in
>>4512789>Continuing to improve and better the lives of your fellow villagersThey still haven't finished their farms.
Their farms are shattered and the village won't be sustainable in the long-term until we've restored everything our entry destroyed.
>>4512789> Continuing to improve and better the lives of your fellow villagers> Bringing the prosperity of your village to the others nearbyI think we should try to do both of this, we can create some simple trade and good relations with our neighbours. We can even teach them hunting skills. This should be a great boon for our village combine with the restored and improved farms. The nearby villages will become our allies easily too, with this actions.
>>4512789> Investigating the site of your "Birth" and attempting to figure out WHAT you were exactly>>4512800>>4512802My dudes. We did enough for the village to sustain and protect themselves. We have the time. Who knows, there might be tech or information left that could help us and the village by extension.
>>4512789> Bringing the prosperity of your village to the others nearby> Training yourself to fight things other than mindless beasts, but rather thinking men armed with steelBest to be on guard. We shouldn't think that Ling will be so generous as to allow us to continue what we've been doing. Getting another village in on the act will strengthen us and them, setting the stage for a rebellion further down the line.
>Investigating the site of your "Birth" and attempting to figure out WHAT you were exactlyHmm...tempting...very tempting...but the echoes of the past can wait. We must make sure that the people are ready first, so:> Continuing to improve and better the lives of your fellow villagers > Bringing the prosperity of your village to the others nearby
>>4512808>>4512809I'm worrying how long it will be before something happens to our village and we go full Angron or Kurze on the perpetrators. We need to be sure they can feed themselves without losing little under a tenth of their number hunting panthers a year.
>>4512812It wouldnt take longer than a day to return to the pod, dig it up, and give it a once over.Improving the entirely of the village on the other hand would take much longer. If the pod had knowledge that would improve the village faster than our own efforts normally, would it not be better to investigate it first? What if someone comes by and steals it? Then we'll never know.
>>4512812Keeping in mind, bringing prosperity to the village is not the same as fortifying it or learning martial arts. Barring the latter, improving the standard of living would be more of a luxary than a necessity. Assuming that something bad happens in a few days. If something bad does happen, then that would make bringing prosperity to the village and neighboring ones a mute point.Maybe, just maybe, the space crib has a las pistol or something. Anything. It was made by the Emperor of Mankind, so it must have a plethora of very, very useful things.
>>4512818You make a good point. I'll switch to > Bringing the prosperity of your village to the others nearby> Investigating the site of your "Birth" and attempting to figure out WHAT you were exactlyAnd if we have time train our men up for battle. Probably only if the pod doesn't take too long.
>>4512789> Continuing to improve and better the lives of your fellow villagers> Bringing the prosperity of your village to the others nearby
>>4512789> Investigating the site of your "Birth" and attempting to figure out WHAT you were exactly
>>4512789> Investigating the site of your "Birth" and attempting to figure out WHAT you were exactlyWe need to know. From there we can contextualize what we need to do.
>>4512825>+1Simply put we need a base to stage a revolt. If we play our cards right, we can tell the Emperor that we still swear fealty to him, just fuck this guy.
>>4512789> Continuing to improve and better the lives of your fellow villagers> Investigating the site of your "Birth" and attempting to figure out WHAT you were exactlyLike others have said, we really need to fix the farm so they'll be able to live on their own without needing to hunt dangerous creatures - i mean, it's not like there's THAT many panthers, right? Apex predators rarely exist in that big a number.Also, we should investigate our pod. It shouldn't take long, and since Ling brought it up, we should indeed try to look into it.
>>4512919That’s the thing. It isn’t the apex predator, just the most common “dangerous” beast.
>>4512923Well, you get what i mean right? Hunting's not very viable if we want safety.
>>4512789>Train yourself to fight things other than mindless beasts>Bring the prosperity of your village to the others nearby>Investigate our birth pod.The pod shouldn't take long, it's just a pod and we have a primarchs knowledge. Bringing propserity to others would involve needing to train their men and women to battle and in that we can also train, alongside modernizing their infastructure.But once we've learned how to fight men, rather than beasts, we can eradicate 20 men with ease and that's a skill we want as soon as we can get, now that the lord knows of our existance.
>>4512919Got a feeling the village will be wiped out under some pretenses as soon as the primarch is away.>>4512789Marvelous quest, QM. It was quite an enjoyable read so far.
>>4512934Such is the life of a primarch>>4512931Perhaps we can make some armor from our pod, considering we would take wounds or losses if we fought 20 armed men with our bare hands
>>4512939After we learn it's secrets, sounds like a great idea.
>>4512939Would the pod be big enough though?Also, btw, how old is Lieren as of now?
>>4512949A winter has gone by, so terra standards about 9 months?
>>4512789> Continuing to improve and better the lives of your fellow villagers> Training yourself to fight things other than mindless beasts, but rather thinking men armed with steelInvestigating our pod's an interesting prospect, but it's not exactly going anywhere, and we have more immediate concerns.
>>4512991There's no reason NOT to do it, i mean how long would that take?
>>4512991>but it's not exactly going anywhereIt's not going anywhere, because we haven't checked it out yet.
>>4512992To decipher whatever Terran tech it contains from our current tech level of "Chinese rice farmer"? Could take quite a while, even with our Primarch intellect.
Note: If we dont get the pod sorted, then eventually (probably when this village gets razed while we are away) someone else is going to come along and steal it, and probably do untold damage to what secrets it holds which might be of use to us.
>>4512995We don't need to translate anything immediately, we just have to check it.
>>4512995>even with our Primarch intellect....it'sanon it all ingrained knowledge. you can't even back up what you're saying. Primarchs are super fucking humans with knowledge coded into their very being. Some people like Dorn and Perterabo for example were born with the knowledge on how to build space forts and such.See this as a valid point >>4512997
>>4512789>> Continuing to improve and better the lives of your fellow villagers>> Investigating the site of your "Birth" and attempting to figure out WHAT you were exactly
>>4512959The seasons on some worlds are fucked, for all we know winter could've been half a terran year of struggle and pain.>>4512817>>4512818>>4512997You make very good points, I want to get our village self-sustainable so they aren't whittled down by monsters but searching the pod is more important in the long run. I don't think our village is at risk from lord Gao straightaway, the fortified walls and clearly trained peasants would be more than it's worth to wipe out, even moreso when they're paying tenfold what they owe in taxes.>>4512789>Investigating the site of your "Birth" and attempting to figure out WHAT you were exactly
>>4513004Primarchs do have superhuman intellect, even Angron is able to seethe on a level mere humans who haven't had the Butcher's Nails implanted cannot comprehend.
>>4513141That's why i said by terran standards.
>>4513145I have to warn you, I'm dangerously retarded
>>4513154You’ll never be Court of Swords level of retarded.
Alright calling the vote now.Improve your village:7Help the nearby Villages:6Train yourself:2Meditate on what you are and investigate the pod: 11Looks like Lieren has become interested in the question of where he came from and what he isWriting the update now>>4512934Thanks, I'm glad you're enjoying it. I know I'm enjoy writing it, and reading the plans being made in the threadAnd the shitposts, the shitposts are also nice
With the arrival of spring comes a feeling of ease and serenity to the village, the warmer weather raising the spirits and hopes among your people greatly. The fear of starving in the night is now but a memory under your guidance, the beasts that had preyed upon them for so many generations now becoming just another source of food if a dangerous source indeed.Though some wounds will never heal, both in flesh and mind, you have bettered these people's lives. And now they can tend to their paddies and fields unafraid, with renewed spirits. Guarded not only your hand and the trained spears held by their own sons and brothers, but by the very hope in their hearts. But they still are using subpar methods of farming, and relying on a frail crop that will die if the weather has a sudden change or it has too much or little water flooding over its seeds. It is simply inefficient, and you'll have to replace those rice paddies with fields growing more hardy and reliable crops. As well as improve the soil, in terms of fertility it is simply lacking.All of these are of course easy questions for you to answer, fear of starvation? Grow better crops and use more effective cultivation methods, make new plots of farmable lands and reclaim the ones lost in the calamity that foretold your birth. Possibility of attack by other men or a more dangerous beast than the fog panther? Simply train your friends and dear hunting companions in more effective combat tactics and spear technique. The wall would suffice to keep out all but an army or the most dangerous of Shangrala's creatures.But that road of thought brought a worry to your mind, a question you had not thought before, and one that now desperately needed answering. Your birth. From no womb you did spring, as if you were a bird without a nest or egg. Of course you knew, instinctively, that you were of a different stock than other men, from your size, prowess and inborn knowledge alone. But beyond that knowledge, the question of what sort of creature you were never crossed your mind.Why would it? it was a waste of time worrying about things that had no effect on your productivity or ability to survive or that of those around you. but now, it hung over your thoughts as thick and heavy as the fog you had lived in since your anomalous birth. It raised more questions, troubling questions, with its mere presence in your thoughts. You'd need to find answers, if not of your origins, then at least what you were.For while you looked like man, the physical perfection of one grown beyond the standard stature and bulk, you clearly were not, even if you lived like one, laughed like one, talked like one and cared for your kin like one. "Are you alright Lieren? is something troubling you?" Feng asks, from across the fire, where you and some of the other villagers have gathered for a shared meal "you haven't taken your eyes from the flames since we sat down"cont
>>4513278The wood snapped, sparks flying as you closed your eyes to search for the words to describe what exactly was plaguing your mind."the matter of my birth" You say, admitting your worries, watching the swine hanging above the tongues of fire weep fat and grease onto the fowl hanging beneath it "I have come to realize, I was not born like any other man, and the question of what I am troubles me now, Friend Feng"Liang and Jiang, sitting to your sides, guarding you as they have always, look concerned with this unprecedented show of weakness, but they remain silent. "You are Lieren, great hunter of the wilds, savior of "nothing" Feng laughs, trying to ease the your worry with kindness "That is the truth I, and everyone else in this village know, You are our friend and cherished brother, our wise and strong leader, that is what you are""But I am not a man, you cannot deny I am something different, even if I am all of those things" You say, explaining why you were troubled with more detail, giving insight to your plight "from no mother I did crawl, my womb was the earth. From no father I was sired, and like no child I have grown""No matter what you are, you are Lieren" Feng says, a serious look in his eyes, the one beneath the scars half closed like it always had been since he earned that mark "that is enough for me, but I can understand why such a quandary would bother you, Friend Lieren""Perhaps you can ask Elder Wenyan? Your father knows more of you than even us, maybe he holds the answer you seek" Liang suggests, before his brother cuts in, speaking his mind as always. "I mean no offense to Wise Wenyan, but there are somethings men simply do not know" is what Jiang says, mouth full of fried field mouse, a food of desperation he has grown found of "Like, how you could keep from killing that Tax collector, were I in your place he would be a corpse""And so would the rest of us, Jiang, you must learn to think" Feng says, wagging his finger in the air, admonishing the as always hot blood Jiang, who simply snorted and stuffed another rat in his maw, the tail sticking out of his lips as he crunched its bones and chewed its flesh."Fool of a glutton!" Liang scolds, smacking his brother for his words, and sending scalding chunks of rat meat and fat splattering into the dirt.There would be no answers in the village, even from the great wisdom of your father, that much was clear. But your birth place, the cave beneath the cliff of calamity, it may hold the secrets you seek. or at the very least a hint of your origins, why you exist in the first place. Even the merest, simplest answer would suffice.Standing from the fire, you take your spear from the ground where it lays. It is always better to be armed when walking in the wilds than it is not to be, like a Panther without fangs as they say. Even if you may deal with any threat you come across with your hands, without your spear you'd merely be inviting unnecessary danger.Cont
>>4513280"Huh? Where are you going Lieren?" Feng asks Jiang hits Liangs now that you've risen to your feet. You look down at Feng."to seek answers, I will return as soon as I have them" You say stoically, walking away from the cooking fire, heading for the first of the three gates "I am only walking to the cliff of calamity, I feel as if I will find what I seek at its base. I shall not be gone for long""Or be going alone, the brothers of panthers shall be your shield" Feng says, hopping to his feet, his bad leg buckling as he smacked his spear into the ground, with his injuries he'd only be detriment in any battle you may find"And your claws" Liang says, after kicking his identical brother of the log they were both sitting on"And your fangs" Jiang says, anger rising to the air from his tone, his eyes glaring at his reflection ruefully "You all well know how capable I am of defending myself, my friends" You say, as they join you in your march through the town "There is no need to accompany me on a short stroll through the fields""Tch, and miss the glory that follows behind you like a tail?" Jiang laughs boisterously, holding his spear across his shoulder"Foolish Jiang means to say, we cannot in good conscience leave you unguarded, Lieren" Liang says, shooting his other half a scathing look of disdain, while Jiang only laughs "As the savior of our people, to leave you open to danger would be our eternal shame""A brother helps whenever he can, even if it is only in seeking answers, it is our duty, Friend Lieren" Feng says warmly, a smile breaking across his ruin of a face, the scars stretching as his muscles pulled taught."It is also your duty to defend the village" You say sternly, squinting as they continued to follow you "The walls are weaker than I am, to remain here would be the wiser choice""Spring is young, the swine are fat, The Panthers would prefer to hunt them over men" Feng answers, disobeying your unspoken order to remain here and not to follow you "There are more dangers in the fogs than mere Panthers" You point out, the gate already opened as you walk past it, two other of your companions guarding, Shaved head Wei and Half Jaw Hu who was so named cause he had last half his teeth, rather than half of his jaw. They raised their spears in greeting as you passed, your unwanted companions following behind you."Then call this a patrol, that follows where you step" Jiang snorts, wiping his nose as his more dignified brother slaps his back for such disrespect "Hey!""Jiang, Feng, remain here" You order, the uncouth twin bowing his head and stepping back, all bluster and fire fading from him "Liang, follow at a pace that will allow you to spot any dangers unseen to my eyes""As you command, Lieren, the walls will be safe" Feng says respectfully, clasping his hands together and bowing. Jiang hurried to do the same, nearly dropping his spear while Feng had kept his spear in place by leaning it against himself.Cont
>>4513282"No harm shall come to this place under our watch" He adds with a nervous chuckle, clearly fearing he has upset you with his impudence "Or ours!" Shaved Head Wei shouts from behind the gate."Come Liang" You command, motioning with your spear forward, you only allowed him to remain, as unlike Feng, is unwounded and does not suffer a limp, and unlike Jiang, is not a hot headed fool who would cause more trouble than his presence would solve."As you command, Lieren" He says, clasping his hands together, remaining still as you walk ahead, following your command to trail behind you -The crest of dirt and stone blasted out from beneath the earth stands tall, not far from the walls of the village and always in view of it. It is a great, scar across the land, continuing for miles, a cliff dug into the very landscape like a burrow of some great serpent . The piled rubble and dirt forming its "Crest" overlooks the valley and village, though with the fog seeing much from such a vantage point would be quite a challenge.Liang keeps his distance, following you down into the earth as you walk into the cause of much of the villages sadness and struggles, outside of Gao and the famine . The walls of the newly made canyon are smooth like cut stone, burned into a kind of glass from the sheer, unimaginable heat that proceeded your creation. Darkness swallows you as you walk deeper, the fog keeping the sun's light from reaching into the depths of the cliffs. You smell burning Resin, telling you Liang has lit his personal torch to follow you deeper into the depths of the wound upon the earth.But you can still see clearly, walking through the unnatural halls of glass and melted stone. A sense of apprehension falls upon your heart, as you wonder if it'd be better to turn back than to discover and unpleasant truth, but you banish those doubts and march forward into the darkness, into the womb of Shangrala herself.The passage narrows, just large enough for a being of your stature to fit through, one way or another, you're approaching the secret of your creation, of your existence. And the answer you seek.'What am I? None know, not even myself, the truth of my being must be at the end of this tunnel, I know it to be' you think, your mind aflame, excitement mixing with dread 'I remember, crawling through this same burrow, moments after I was born. Am I Shangrala's own son? or one of the heavens' own children? I must know, even if I am a devil spat from hell into mortal flesh, I must know"And then, sitting, half buried in stone, you find your answer.It is, a colossal egg made of steel and glass and other things, split open yet uncracked, like a sprouting seed. Upon its shell, strange writing glows with a power you have not felt before yet feels familiar. Deeply familiar. cont
>>4513288Reaching out, you touch the great egg, feeling the chill of its metal, tracing the strange, unknown language with your fingers before finding larger markings upon a metal plate nailed onto it.They are "II", carved into the metal so finely and carefully it almost seemed to be natural.Breathless, you inspected the egg you hatched from, trying to discern any meaning from it, to find your origin hidden within it. There was writing upon it, the language of your parents? or your creators perhaps? Searching, you cautiously explored the inside of the egg with your fingers, feeling odd bumps, protrusions and welts in the surface and what felt like roots of steel within. Suddenly, it began to glow with a blinding, pure white light. You shielded your eyes, adjusting to the sudden increase in illumination in half a breath.And when you opened them again, you saw a stream of symbols running down the glass half of the egg. Symbols you recognized, yet were unfamiliar to you.Yes, this is what you sought! Digging and striking at the stone and soil wrapping around it, you slowly managed to free your egg from the wall it had been buried in, the light of Liang's torch barely reaching the edge of the chamber where you hatched.What will you do with your egg, Lieren?> Study it for days and nights, hoping to gleam further knowledge from it,> Salvage its shell, its stronger and more durable than any metal you've ever seen before> Set it in the center of the village, to allow the other villagers to marvel at it> Hide it away in the depths of the woods, where you can be certain none may take it from you>Write in
>>4513289>Hide it away in the depths of the woods, where you can be certain none may take it from you> Study it for days and nights, hoping to gleam further knowledge from it,Actually we should do both.
>>4513289> Study it for days and nights, hoping to gleam further knowledge from it,The Emperor threw us an ipad and told us to grow up on our own.
>>4513289>Study it for days and nights, until you are sure there is nothing more to learn and you have memorised every milimetere, then salvage it.Taking it to the woods is of no use to us, and taking it to the village is only inviting the lord to try and tax us of it.
>>4513289> Study it for days and nights, hoping to gleam further knowledge from it,Then we can salvage it and make an excellent armor and weapon out of it.i like the two brothers
>>4513301What safety does the forest offer that this cave doesn't?
>>4513289>Study it for days and nights, hoping to gleam further knowledge from it,There are things we must discover, and while i'm certain the pod would make armor better than anything Shangrala has, it'd be an waste of information.
>>4513312I agree, if the goal is to study it, why move it first? That's just a delay to the studying.
>>4513289> Study it for days and nights, hoping to gleam further knowledge from it,
>>4513289> Set it in the center of the village, to allow the other villagers to marvel at it> Study it for days and nights, hoping to gleam further knowledge from it,If we are away from the village, something might happen while we are studying it that we may miss. Who knows, maybe someone might say something that will trigger something in our mind, or give a line of thought that would not otherwise be considered?
>>4513289>Study it for days and nights, hoping to gleam further knowledge from it>>4513312>>4513317The cave is blindingly obvious but if we hid it in the woods there'd be no way anyone would find it without a dedicated search party or insane luck. I still don't think we should waste time to move it.
The real value of this pod has nothing to do with it’s materials. Rather may I remind you it’s Age of Technology stuff, equipped with the most advanced gellar field of the time, and enhanced by the Emperor himself. We could safely learn psyker stuff in this thing, attempt to reverse engineer it, or turn it into a weapon to specifically deal with daemons and psykers.
>>4513327Speaking of psyker stuff, is Lieren a psyker or not?
>>4513325on the other hand, theres only one way in and one way out, and we're (probably) the apex predator on this planet.
>>4513329Technically all of humanity are psykers, just latent ones.
>>4513325Blindingly obvious? Only if you genuinely expect something to be down here and are willing to climb down a cliff that you can't see bottom of, find the cave then trawl through pitch blackness to find the pod. If you wanted to hide it, just put up a net with stones woven into it, nobody would push against it to undo the illusion
>>4513334Well, could Lieren be a latent psyker? It's not like he'd be born directly knowing of it, right? Even if he's a Primarch.
>>4513336Short answer is yes.Long answer is psykers powers mostly come from the soul so if you have a strong soul then you’ll be a strong psyker and Primarchs have the strongest among humanity barring the Emperor himself. As a matter of fact I think most Primarchs use warp based abilities without realizing it.
>>4513344Yeah, but i'm wondering if there's a chance we'll eventually discover those powers to be able to do psyker stuff. I mean, some primarchs have more psyker potential than others, right? Kinda like how Magnus is like the second strongest psyker in the galaxy.
>>4513344The Khan channeled his soul into his sword to stab ghosts, and he isn't even a "proper" psyker.
>>4513347Kinda. Technically speaking even the pure warrior ones are unconciously enhancing themselves with warp bullshit, Magnus is just one of the only ones that’s actually a psyker.
>>4513329Every primarch is a psyker but some are much subtler or somehow suppressed, as Angron was.
>>4513301+1we need to figure it out stat, we can't have really trust others with it just yet.
Alright, calling the vote now.Study it: 9Hide it away in the woods: 3Bring it to the village: 1Salvage it:1So you will be studying and researching the Egg you emerged from, to find any secrets or hidden knowledge it may hold.Making the updateAlso, I'm curious, what are your guesses for the 2nd's intended purpose/ role.
>>4513408From the way it's going right now, being raised by poor but good villagers, either everyone is going to die and he's going to >a. get autistic determination>b. goo full edgeOr they don't die, the village prospers and Lieren becomes a good boy like vulkan or sanguinius.
>>4513408Too early to tell really. He's not done anything the other primarchs couldn't do.Personal headcannon though is that the 2nd or the 11th primarch were intended as the "void commander" niche. You know, admirals for space conquest.
>>4513414Wouldn't an primarch's physical talents be kind of wasted on space conquest, though? I mean, they'd be a hell of a lot good admirals, but there's only so much you can do commanding a fleet that an particularly crafty human normie can't do either.
>>4513408>what are your guesses for the 2nd's intended purpose/ role.Anti chaos? The closest thing to that in canon is Mortarion, and that's because his dad was a chaos cultist. It'd also explain why we got stolen by Malal in this continuity, since we'd be the ideal anti chaos god weapon.
>>4513422How would an anti-chaos primarch work?
>>4513408Hmmm. We're definitely not a Magnus-tier psyker and we haven't demonstrated much technical inclination outside of the baseline (although we've had no tech to work with) but we're a competent enough administrator and constructor to bring a village from the brink of annihilation to complete prosperity, and able enough at melee to drop a panther on steroids shortly after birth with our bare hands, with ease. None of that's outstanding for a primarch and it's early to determine for sure but I'm almost feeling he's a stopgap between Gulliman and Lion'El, with the golden eyes, hands-on bureaucracy, and simultaneously civilized and savage bent.
>>4513421maybe it would be more about the leadership qualities that they possess, inspiring the soldiers and what not. Like a psychic aura Paladin
>>4513413If we do go full edge, we should have it be focused edge. Razing an enemy's lands only as far as needed to get them to capitulate, torturing a captured general to worsen the morale of his troops, that kind of thing.>>4513414>>4513421You say admiral, but a primarch would be a hellacious vanguard for boarding actions.
>>4513421Isn't a primarchs physical talents wasted as an Orator [Lorgar] or a battery for the throne [Magnus] or an architect [Pert]?Primarchs just are physically perfect, that's just the way of things, so that even if they are not intended for combat, they can still do it.
>>4513423Well, you can't have a Blank Primarch, that's impossible due to metaphysical stuff in setting. But you could theoretically have a Primarch dedicated to fighting Chaos, similar to how the Grey Knights due it despite not being blanks either. The first thing I'd give that primarch is enhanced empathy and perception, so that he'd be able to root out chaos infiltration and tell when other primarchs or humans are getting tainted and manipulated. We've... sorta done this? After that, it really depends on how you're intending on using an anti-chaos primarch. An inquisitor is going to be different from a spearhead.
>>4513429Kind of, being an Orator requires much more charisma, something Lorgar was good at, especially if you're dealing with other superpowered beings and entire planets. Magnus was just a battery and that requires lots of psychic power, and Primarch architects are able to do shit like continent-sized palaces.
>>4513434Remember Lorgar was charismatic enough to hard-stop Angron when he was in a rage induced by the butcher's nails in his brain, and laid down the foundation for the spiritual doctrine behind both major, mutually opposed religions in the setting. That's insane.
>>4513431Friend of mine figured out an excuse for a blank primarch. Being they landed on a tomb world and the necrons decided to have some fun with this super soul. It's plausable but that's about it really.>>4513434Then you see my point. Even if it's a waste, they still have it.>>4513428As guiliman proves, you can be both a frontline fighter and as effective as an armchair general with a vox and a primarchs multi-tasking.
>>4513439Every single one of the primarchs except for ferrus manus lol was crazy competent, and did some pretty absurd stuff. So far, we've been living on easy mode, considering there's been nothing to test ourselves against.
>>4513443>ferrus manusDon't short-sell him, Gardinaal was a bitch to pacify.
>>4513423The Lion is probably the closest you can get to anti-Chaos outside of weird blank shenanigans; incorruptible though he was born and bred right next to the eye, a hunter of all kinds of chaos beasts, one of the best generals/warriors, etc.
>>4513443Perturabo sure dug some impressive holes with that shovel of his
>>4513523The biggest hole he dug was himself
And in the gloom of the cave of your origins, you remained for some time, trying to learn from the metal egg, the seed pod that spat you into the world. The first day you spent in the darkness, was learning the basics of the writing the glass would flash with, like it had become heated in a forge, and trying to learn the meanings of the letters and the structure of the unknown langue. With some prodding and jabbing at the strange things within the Egg, you learned that some of them would press down and retreat into its metal walls.Eventually, Liang ventured into the chamber, telling you half a day had passed at you had deciphered a language unlike any you had encountered before, but such was your vast wisdom that you had already some understanding it. You took your leave, so the village would not send out search parties for the two of you and so Father would not worry of your absence. But upon Dawn, you trekked back to cave, and resumed your study. It became apparent to you, that this was no egg, but some kind of technology far beyond even the greatest wonders of Shangrala.Scholars would battle like starving Jackals to just see such a marvel of science, wars would be raged merely to claim it as a trophy and decoration. Of this you were certain. It was like a seal boat or chest of metal, larger than a man, with metal ropes inside of it were untouched, with hollow tubes of glass or finely braided metal of an origin unknown to you, or any other upon this mortal realm. And there were the odd runes on its face that did not match what it showed you when you pressed the right buttons or flicked switches or connected the correct Exposed wiring. you knew what it was, without knowing how. Like how you knew most of what you know.The second day was spent, in trial and error, learning what combination pressing, moving, rewiring and tinkering to get it to show different information, strings of text, sentences. Graphs and ratios in glowing light. It'd make noises and wail like the tormented dead, Liang rushing to your side the first time you made it sound what you can only guess was an advance alarm to warn of attack upon the egg like container. Or perhaps to warn those around it it was opening?Maybe it was meant to alert of some failing of the integrity of the machine, or its inhabitant. How peculiar. But the end of the 2nd day you had learned enough to begin deciphering the language it showed properly. You did not return to the village that night, such was your excitement.Jiang replaced Liang when he could not longer stand at guard. And into dawn, you continued researching and recording the meanings you managed to gleam from the repeated symbols and text, carving them into the sides of the cave wall and then copying them into stone tablets as your village could not afford proper ink and parchment. You continued this study, learning this alien language for two more days, until at last, in the dead silence of the fourth nightCont
>>4513530you reached a breakthroughWhile you could not be certain of the meaning of the letters and words you read, nor what the graphs, ratios and percentages it also displayed could possibly represent, without another example of this work to compare it to or a native speaker to confirm your interpretation of the language, You had discovered what you first came into this hole to discover.What you were. You realized that one word was repeated on every page of light and all the information it could display to you, either some corner, or in bold, burning letters besides a representation of a human body or graphs and lists of percentages.The word was Primarch, though what that meant and what it was escaped you, but you knew the name of your people now. Primarch. Even if you had no idea where they may exist within the world.But, that was not the only secret the lay within this capsule of knowledge and wisdom, as when you traced your hand across the word, trying to, find how to voice it without an external references, the image it the glass screen changed suddenly. To a new vision from the ones you had figured out to make produce prior.Truly it was a marvel, far beyond anything the Yan held, or even the Vishnu people by the distant sea and across the mountains knew, or any of the other neighboring kingdoms. If a king knew of this wonderous machine, they would bring war and devastation to claim it.Pondering how to keep such a thing from happening, you watched the flashing images and text, a feeling of nostalgia filling your soul as the cave filled with lights and sights never before seen upon Shangrala. Stranger devices than the one before you, men dressed clearly and armed with weapons of war. Battle lines, tactics of a brilliance no general upon this mortal world could hope to grasp the complexity of.Yet you knew their meaning. And with a touch of your hand, the scene stopped, on a image, so realistic it seemed to be a living man frozen in time. With a weapon spitting fire in his hands."Bizarre" You mutter, tilting your head, tapping the screen again, as what you recognized as equations and recipe, the work of alchemy...no chemistry! that was the term, it came to you from within your natural wisdom once more. Marvelous, fascinating.Once you had cracked the code of the language, breaking the one barrier keeping you from the knowledge you so desired, you began to read, on weapons of war that seemed to come from myth and legend, of concepts of architecture and building that would far surpass any structure on shangrala, the chemical components to create wonders and miraculous things. It was a trove of knowledge, and you realize that before you were born these images, these texts, these sounds, were somehow implanted into you. None of it was unfamiliar to you, though the concepts made little sense from your perspective, it was all clear to you. There was no fog clouding the meaning or use of this wisdom, as you read.cont
>>4513533This Natural knowledge born with you combined with your natural skill of learning as quick as lightning falls and analyzing what lay before your golden eyes as easily as you breathed, you learned much, more than you already did by your birth. The Primarchs must be as gods with this knowledge, and the technologies you read and learned of.With it at your hand, you could revolutionize how the people of Shangrala lived. You could cut the mortality rate from wounds or disease to a fraction of what it was now! Eliminate hunger! Improve tools and buildings. Make everything run as efficiently and smoothly as you knew it could, in theory before but now you knew if you could find or create a fraction of the wonders you now knew of, you could make it reality.By the end of a sleepless week, eight days and eight nights of sitting in quite study, contemplation and meditation, you had learned all you could from the texts displayed upon the glass. It would be no foolish boast to say you were the brightest mind upon Shangrala now. With this knowledge, and time, you could change the face of the world, the course of history itself.An army with tactics far more complex than any others, perfectly tuned to function at its peak performance from the rations they're given and marching time, armed and aided by wonder weapons that'd seem as magic to the common man. An unstoppable wave through the valley, washing away all before it. Tactics crafted from within the depths of your mind, rather, as you had seen weaknesses within the ones presented. Flaws, the most glaring being how few accounted for the present of ever present fog and the obstruction to vision it presented, Odd. They spoke of fighting without any gravity holding you down, but not of the haze of fog? Bizarre, simply bizarre.There was another problem, most of what you learned of, could no be created upon shangrala, outside of the most basic of weapons, tools and aid. Now the cup of your knowledge was filled with water you could not drink, could not share with the world.But, what little could be made, would still be a great leap in the ease of living and life for everyone. The more effective designs for tools, the equations and make up for better metal, for medicine, glue, solvents and oil...You may be able to create the electricity you read of if you gathered the most skill craftsmen in the land. and they would think you a raving madman! "Lieren" half jaw hu calls to you as you catalogue and shift through all that you now know, looking for what could feasibly be made without an extravagant waste of resources and time.And you find it, explosive powder. Gun power. Guns. That alone, would allow you defeat a force far larger than any you led, even in unfavorable conditions."Lieren!" Hu yells, getting your attention right as you turn to continue your studying, to refine your knowledge of these once alien concepts and ideas"Yes Hu?" You ask as he enters the chamber, breathlesscont
>>4513536"Tax collector ling, he has come demanding to see you" He explains, flickering torch in his hand How troublesome.What will you do, Lieren>Go greet the leech and ask what is the purpose for his surprise visit>Tell Hu to tell Ling you are busy with important study> Ask if he's here as friend or foe? or is it to ask you to visit his estate, pointlessly> Invite the tax collector to your home, and entertain him, once you've finished going over the useable knowledge >write in?
>>4513541> Invite the tax collector to your home, and entertain him, once you've finished going over the useable knowledgeWe have the leverage here. If we make the tax collector wait a week, what is he going to do but seethe? We are on the precipice of true brilliance.
>>4513541>Go greet the leech and ask what is the purpose for his surprise visitIf we don't do it something worse might happen to the village, and if we're too nice we'll look dumb - let's just go and talk to him normally.
>>4513541>Turn the shell off, the greet the leech. Now isnt the time for our discovery to be found.
>>4513545>>Turn the shell off, the greet the leech. Now isnt the time for our discovery to be found.>> Invite the tax collector to your home, and entertain him, once you've finished going over the useable knowledgeturn off the pod so nobody will steal it, then talk to the guy.
>>4513541>>Go greet the leech and ask what is the purpose for his surprise visit>> Invite the tax collector to your home, and entertain him, once you've finished going over the useable knowledge
>>4513541>Go greet the leech and ask what is the purpose for his surprise visitThe contents of the egg makes me think our purpose is less grand strategy like rowboat or khan and more focused on tactics and logistics. If guilliman is octavian, we're napoleon.
We could just be an allrounder.
>>4513541> Invite the tax collector to your home, and entertain him, once you've finished going over the useable knowledgePractice virtue and we shall counter the vices of Chaos.
I'm going to guess that Ling wants to bring Lieren to Lord Gao, considering what he said last time. It's unlikely he has "bad" (read: pillage-y) intentions with the village, as he's smart enough to be cowardly about attacking an village protected by an giant with literal golden eyes.
>>4513541>>Go greet the leech and ask what is the purpose for his surprise visit
>>4513541>Go greet the leech and ask what is the purpose for his surprise visit
>>4513561The emperor was the all rounder, every primarch was made to be a specialist in a certain field, in order to make the crusade as efficient as possible
>>4513559That's interesting, in all honesty, it could be a possibility, but isn't rockboot already the 'administration n shit' primarch?
>>4513523>>4513529Peturabo is scary when he wants to be. The Iron Cage, his automata bodyguard, and him trouncing Angron, namely, but he's held back by his inferiority complex because of how his father used him as a tool, and the Emperor expected him to fight in the Great Crusade with no choice on his part which, despite the necessity, impacted him much the same.
>>4513579He is.>>4513577Emps was a specialist in every field. A small but important distinction.
I kinda want to see us become more void-craft/logistics specialized but it's still super early to tell. All we know is that our warp powers are pretty underdeveloped.
I can't recall any space specialist Primarch. Maybe that's us and we'll end up as Admiral Yi Sun Shin somewhere between Lieren and Huangdo?
>>4513579>>4513583Maybe we're the micromanagement primarch to Guillaman's macromanagement, intended to be a godlike sergeant on the battlefield with the improvisation skills, innate savagery, and raw charisma to meet any gaps. Our first impulse when we saw the tax collector and the soldiers was to think about the different ways we could exterminate them, and when we were fighting the panther, instead of ripping it limb from limb or wielding a stone like most primarchs would have, we calmly executed it with the bare minimum effort possible.
>>4513590>HuangdoYou mean Huangdi right?
>>4513590That'd be cool as shit, but we landed in an poor chinese rice vilage, so don't know if we'll end up dealing with that kind of stuff.
>>4513598It would make more sense if we landed in Carib 4 if we were.
>>Turn the shell off, the greet the leech. Now isnt the time for our discovery to be found.this seems like the prudent course of action, we have the time to keep checking the device later, right now we need to deal with this asshole taxman
>>4513600Yeah, which is why i don't think we'll be an naval primarch. So i still don't know what Lieren's specialization could be
>>4513605politics/diplomacy. maybe we we're meant to negotiate alliances when that still might have been a possibility
>tfw remember the Rangdan exist
>>4513605Of the 18, the only two niches really missing when it came to combat specialties were naval combat and anti-psyker duty.
>>4513611Well anon, this time we've got a chance because malal decided to give us a push. All we need to do is not fuck up.
>>4513541>Invite him to his home so that he may be comfortable. Well guys, this trope is happening. Prepare for being badasses against Gao.
>>4513600>>4513614Hang on a minute, what if the choice of homeworld wasn't predominately a choice of homeworld at all, but to determine what our specialty was? Fuck, if that's true we could've been hypergrug on Voormis.
>>4513625If that's true, it makes me think it goes->Voormis: Asymmetric Melee>Carib 4: Naval/Void Warfare>Bravan Prime: Grand StrategyBecause of the mention of the eight celestial courts, and the symbol of Chaos being an eight-pointed star, I suspect->Shangrala: Anti-Psyker
>>4513541>Go greet the leech and ask what is the purpose for his surprise visit>>4513577Horus and the Lion were the all rounders, and maybe Sanguinius as well. I think 3 or 4 all rounders is too much, so we're probably going to specialise in something, though I don't know what it could be.>>4513598Landing in the rice village implies that we're probably going to lead some peasant rebellion, striking from the fog before disappearing into the mist. Maybe a warrior leader like Angron pre-nails, or some kind of Corax/Lion mix?
>>4513541>>Turn the shell off, the greet the leech. Now isnt the time for our discovery to be found.>> Invite the tax collector to your home, and entertain him, once you've finished going over the useable knowledg
>>4513631Horus, Lion, and Sanguinius were not allrounders. Horus was solidly specced toward leadership. Lion was a tactician. Sanguinius was the Emperor’s heir.
>>4513631Horus was made to be middle management, Lion a commander, and sanguinius an uber diplomate
>>4513642I would say that Horus and the Lion were definitely all rounders. While they couldn't do certain things as well as their brothers, e.g fortification and building like Dorn/Perturabo, they had a wide range of skills that would qualify them for an all rounder title, in my mind at least. Lion was a hunter, warrior, stealthyboi, tactician, die hard loyalist, and an alright leader (certain incidences notwithstanding), while Horus was also a warrior, leader, general, diplomat, and ruler. I'll admit that Horus was predominantly a leader and the Lion was a tactician, but they could do a lot of their brothers jobs fairly well, which you couldn't say for most of them.
>>4513663Than literally all of the Primarches are allrounders by that logic.
>>4513663Specialist doesn't mean incapable of doing anything but one thing, it means being the best at something. Not everyone is russ. Magnus, for example, was excellent at leading his part of the crusade and was a fine diplomat, but his primary focus was being a psycher
>>4513541>Turn the shell off, the greet the leech. Now isnt the time for our discovery to be found.> Invite the tax collector to your home, and entertain him, once you've finished going over the useable knowledgHe probably wants to recruit us. That could mean a position of sort. We could use that, but this nobles seems cruel and could block more than once our attempts to stop widespread misery. They don t have the guts for an outright punishment, but they will attack our village or use other vile tactics for keep us in line.
>>4513683I think we should work on the peasantry and buddy up with the nobles as little as possible. This guy especially, he's too slimy to not pull anything unless we scare him into submission.
>>4513683We could always make it clear that if our village is harmed, we'll kill everyone involved, starting with the tax collector and moving onto Gao. It'll carry weight because they know we're dangerous enough to do it.
>>4513629I really like the idea of using an eight-fold path type philosophy combined with natural anti-psyker powers to rid this planet of its hedonistic tendencies. We could also pick up martial arts knowledge along the way and become a hand-to-hand combatant that would rival Leman Russ. Viking vs. Martial Artist
For all we know we could actually be the primarch who best encapsulates philosophy and morality.Imagine how different the imperium would have turned out if it had a solid philosophical foundation which would dissuade anyone from proclaiming emps as a god.
>>4513688I like the idea of being perfectly polite, then letting the formalities slide for a single sentence. Full "I will repay every slight 8 fold. Every death avenged in a family line ended." Level threats.
>>4513701It kind of sounds a bit edgy, honestly. I mean, it's 40k, but still...
>>4513701>tax collector attempts to flex his authority>look at him in mild, casual contempt>uproot a nearby tree, snap it over knee>tell him his spine will follow if he dare goes an inch over the tithe>no fierce intimidation, only stating cold fact
>>4513706I was riffing on xanxia novels. Where, you're right its edgy, such lines are spoken and carried out straight by the "heros" of the story and its treated like a justified threat against their foes. But when spoken by the villains is an overkill and evil act, by virtue of not being the protagonist.This being fantasy Asia, I figured the trope "every slight replayed 7fold" would fit.
>>4513700As much as some would argue “religion bad” it really wasn’t the actual problem, the Emperor created a convenient vacuum that the Imperial Cult fulfilled and his earlier actions bit him in the ass.
>>4513706I don't know how else we can prevent these greedy nobles from sacking our home aside from selling out or making them terrified of the consequences.
>>4513541>Go greet the leech and ask what is the purpose for his surprise visit>Make sure to close the tunnel entrance behind us. We don't want anyone looking in while we are gone.
>>4513717The best way would be to play into their greed.We have knowledge of tech that could catapult us into ruling an empire. We offer this tech up and basically engrain ourselves under the local primary ruler. Eventually we plot and pull off a coup and take control.
>>4513717Because fear is the only way to keep anyone in line, Konrad is proof of that.
>>4513685>>4513688What if they use things like assasins or venom ? Or maybe primitive sorcerers. Then again we should be able to learn of them and the travel in our region seems quite an hardship for anyone. Only a lot of gold would convince someone to come here.I think we should get a beast as a mount. Plus forge a good armor and whatever weapon we pick. People seems to like the martial arts idea. Maybe we could make a long halberd or some metal fists.
>>4513730I suggest we go with a staff. Sun Wukong aside its a very versatile weapon and can be used in a pasifistic sense if required. If we end up going martial arts and wandering master route, we could probably pull off a buddha routine and rapidly gather followers.Thats if we decide against other methods of seizing power.
>>4513730>Three Section Staff
>>4513730Metal fists would be siiiick
>>4513729Comparing specific, direct threats not to harm our home-village lest hell befall the perpetrators to mutilating and torturing criminals as a planet-spanning legal system doesn't make any sense.>>4513730We need to train ourselves as soon as we can. I want to avoid overthrowing the Yan straightaway but if pushed we need to be able to defend ourselves and ten some.
>>4513730>not mastering a variety of weaponsReally though a sword would be one of the better options. While the spear is considered the king of weapons, the sword has more technique associated with it and makes better use of our strength.
>>4513730guandao/polearm would be sick but metal gloves might work really well with our whole martial arts thing.
>>4513741It’s the same principle, better to be feared than loved but it is the worst to be hated.
>>4513717We shouldn't go full Conrad, but I agree that the only way to keep the nobles in line (until we overthrow them that is) is make them fear us. They're too greedy not to backstab us at the first chance, and fear of retribution should be a good buffer for the while, at least until they assemble a proper army, which should give us time to assemble one of our own. Or hey, maybe we can go full Cao Cao later on.
>>4513743>While the spear is considered the king of weapons, the sword has more technique associated with it and makes better use of our strength.Polearms will almost always win in a fight against a sword in a battle due to greater reach and power. Swords were sidearms for a reason.
Calling the vote nowInvite Ling into your home:6Go see what He wants:12Going to meet Tax collector Ling to see the reason for his visit wins.I'll include hiding and turning off the pod anyways, cause Lieren is a clever manWriting the update nowAlso I am just loving all this discussion, its fantastic!
>>4513745Filial piety is huge in asia, though, informing Gao that we'll burn the household of anyone that threatens our village is par for the course, if not considered respectable. Though these are hedonists that have gone astray into decadence. They'll see us as a tool unless we show them there are limits we won't cross.
>>4513749>reach and powerBruh. We are a Primarch.
>>4513733>>4513734>>4513744okay, what if we build a long staff with a glaive/spear head on both ends. with a mechanism that can convert it to a three section staff.
>>4513733>>4513743I think a staff is a bit "not enough' for a primarch so to say. A sword, on the other hand, is already used by too many others.What about, instead an Chinese polearm? Something like a guandao? It's underrated, it can be flashy and useful, it can be of greater use in a primarch's hands, and it can be strong as shit if made right
>>4513752And eldar or other xenos could rival us in ome of these areas. Always consider future enemies.
>>4513755That's too many weapon types, it'd make Lieren look like a mall ninja.
>>4513756We could go with a staff with an energy blade head (when we get found). That way we can choose to be basic staff or Guando.
>>4513757True. I think we need to master as many weapons as we can, and then switch them depending on the situation, like we will with our name. Sword has a much higher skill cap than a spear which is to our advantage though I confess I lean more toward axes and flails. A straight sturdy staff would be good.
>>4513760Well, we need an weapon until that, it's going to be a long time until emps arrives.
>>4513758I mean it's polearm with a blade at the other end, or a three section staff with a blade at either end, depending on the circumstance. I don't think it's that over the top for a Primarch.
>>4513763China and India have a bunch of weird and cool weapons like sword whips, hooked swords, a fucking spade, iron balls, etc.
>>4513767They look silly, he'd feel out of place, like he jumped straight from an JRPG from the '90s
>all this talk about weapons for chinese primarch>no mention of the meteor hammerfor shame, anons
>>4513767>I don't think it's that over the top for a Primarch.>worrying about being over the top in 40kOnly thing that matters is the rule of cool.
>>4513772Kinda mention it with my “iron ball” comment here >>4513770
>>4513772The World Eaters already use them
>>4513770The chakram is underrated (for a very good reason). Katars are sick, though I'm not sure they're from the same region.>>4513772That would be peak aesthetic, I do admit.
>>4513778So? We’re a fucking Primarch. We’ll use whatever weapons we damn well please.
>>4513778The meteor hammer they use is a straight one-weighted flail, it would be completely different if we used one with two-weights, one on each end.
>>4513784It's about originality>>4513785The two end design of the meteor hammer's kind of ugly, in all honesty. It doesn't look cool at all.
>>4513592Nah, I feel that that's Pert's role. Dude would micromanage his entire legion during a battle, treating them more like servitors than space marinesPerhaps we are meant as a counterpart to Angron. He was meant to be the great uniter between brothers as shown by the War Hounds. We could be the emissary between the superhuman and human
Guys, you're missing the point>be young, brash primarch>use spear, the simplest and most direct way to kill people, in line with our direct and efficient way of killing things>go on rampage because somebody burned our village or something>look over the carnage>be horrified>snap off spearpoint, getting staff in a heavy symbolic moment>become wise martial arts primarchI can't be the only person who sees this, right?
>>4513795Those are for women.
>>4513791>It's about originalityYou mean the thing that doesn’t exist.
>>4513800Maybe, but now that you've said it loses the surprise impact.
>>4513800Nah, we should play politics and use a staff as a symbol of our office, puppet this Gao, and then unite the planet through conquest.
Honest question. Do any of you know about the four major weapons?
Quickly, you undo the wires keeping the egg powered, flipping off the switches for extra insurance that its secret will not be discovered and the knowledge within stolen by those who would misuses and abuse it for their own profit and ambitions."How troublesome" You say, sighing out the words as you place a hand on the cavern floor and stand to your full height "I shall go welcome him, before he causes any trouble with his disruption""He wasn't supposed to visit was he? its still a season or two before the next collection, unless Gao has gotten hungry for the wealth of our blood and tears" Hu says, slurring his words through his mouth half full, a strip of cloth tied over his scraggly hair "Thank you for going to calm him before he started grabbing and taking""I doubt that is the reason for his visit, but we must remain on guard, friend Hu" You, say, taking your spear and covering the entrance to your collection of bountiful wisdom with the large stone you had brought down the canyon for such a purpose "For in his pride he may find a reason to claim payment for nothing""Like all rich men" Hu says, spitting through the gaps made by his missing teeth, a most disgusting habit of his. And together the two of you left the darkness beneath the cliff of calamity.-"Ah, Tax collector Ling" You say, spotting the band through the fog, sitting in front of your gate, twenty three figures, not including Ling's magnificent horse "I hope I have not kept you waiting for too long""Hunting, were you, Lieren?" the small man asks, fanning the warmth of spring away with his face, his men freezing up as your shadow came into view. Their spears drop when they see you clearly, their resolve failing as you approach them, Hu following behind you.Ling tuts his tongue, hiding his face with his fan to hide his true expression, though his tone and movements will tell you what he feels anyways."I was not aware you'd be visiting our humble village, Ling" You say, locking your gaze onto his eyes, forcing him to look away from the discomfort of facing you head on "Not today, or any time before the change of the seasons""Well I did say I wished to speak with you more when we last met, did I not?" He replies, folding his fan with a flick of his wrist, before turning to face the gate "To learn about the wonder of you? However, I have not visited for a fire side chat and sharing of wisdom or"He sighed, disdain clear in his eyes and speech."Philosophy" he said as it the word was a dirty thing and merely speaking it fouled his tongue, before his tone turned genial and reeking of fake kindness once more, sickly sweet and overly polite "Rather, I have come upon the orders of our great lord Gao, to relay his command for you to ride with us to his castle, if you could take leave from your"cont
>>4513815The four most important weapons in the Chinese martial arts are the Dao (one bladed sword), Gun (staff), Qiang (spear), Jian (straight sword). Once you learned these four weapons, you set the foundation for all other weapons in your kung fu training.
>>4513821He paused again. Command, it was not a request or invitation, it was an order. Troubling. Hu, brave and bold, stood by your side as you looked over the gather men of Gao. With this many men, Hu's chances of survival in a pitched battle would be far to slim for you to consider starting a fight as anything but a last resort."Prosperous home" The tax collector continues, grinning and showing his teeth "as Wise Lord Gao wishes dearly to see the man who has made so much, with nothing, and trained starving farmers to slay eaters of men, like they were common swine. Such is his interest in seeing such a wonderous man as yourself, he has even offered, to alleviate the worries you may feel away from your kin, to station half of these men as their protectors until your return, such is his boundless benevolence"A knife against your kins' throats most likely, should lord Gao be displeased with you. But, eleven men. With risk of suffering causalities, your village would survive if they tried to slaughter them. Wounded, yes, but they would survive, if they remember the lessons you have taught them How do you reply, Lieren?> "Ah this humble hunter is overjoyed at his lord's invitation, we'll leave right away"> "There is no need for guardians among my people, if you'd remember, Ling, they slaughter Fog Panthers like "Common swine"> "What does Lord Gao want with me? Obviously he wishes to harness my brilliance or strength, so which is it? tax collector?" > "And if I refuse his command? will he burn my work and put my family to the sword?"> Write in?
>>4513823Very good. I think I like this anon.>>4513825>> "There is no need for guardians among my people, if you'd remember, Ling, they slaughter Fog Panthers like "Common swine"
>>4513825>> "There is no need for guardians among my people, if you'd remember, Ling, they slaughter Fog Panthers like "Common swine"
>>4513825>Ah, this humble hunter is overjoyed at his lords invitation, we'll leave right away>While you're preparing, sneakily tell the panthers to put a close eye on the guards at all timesI think we should go, it'd be smart to not cause hostilities yet and also to talk with Gao on peaceful terms
>>4513825>> "And if I refuse his command? will he burn my work and put my family to the sword?">agree to come and meet with Lord Gao when next they come to collect taxes. we will personally escort next seasons taxes back to the capital
>>4513831>>4513832Is the village ready to be without us, though?
>>4513835Read nigga read.
>>4513825>> "There is no need for guardians among my people, if you'd remember, Ling, they slaughter Fog Panthers like "Common swine"I do feel that we are simply making Gao send extra men in response to our soft-threat.Although if we actually go see Gao, it's possible we can go postal in his court. Talking could work as well since we're a Primarch.
>>4513833i support this option, remain diplomatic but make sure our men keep an eye on the soldiers at all times, and be ready for any shenanigans on theyre part
>>4513825I'm going to sit out of this vote, multiple options seem equally wise and I have no strong opinion.
>>4513825>> "There is no need for guardians among my people, if you'd remember, Ling, they slaughter Fog Panthers like "Common swine">>4513835I don't think we could protect it if we pissed off Gao, better to meet him and establish ourself
>>4513825>>> "And if I refuse his command? will he burn my work and put my family to the sword?"> "There is no need for guardians among my people, if you'd remember, Ling, they slaughter Fog Panthers like "Common swine">agree to come and meet with Lord Gao when next they come to collect taxes. we will personally escort next seasons taxes back to the capital
>>4513825> "There is no need for guardians among my people, if you'd remember, Ling, they slaughter Fog Panthers like "Common swineNo chance we let them station armed men inside our walls.
I think we should make the trip as fast as possible unless theres a chance to seize power or something, the information in the pod seems to be the most important atm
>>4513825> "There is no need for guardians among my people, if you'd remember, Ling, they slaughter Fog Panthers like "Common swine">>4513835As long as we make it clear that Ling will suffer personally if something happens to the village, I reckon they'll be fine. Maybe we won't refuse the offer, but make it clear that things will go badly if the soldiers start to get ideas.
>>4513825> "There is no need for guardians among my people, if you'd remember, Ling, they slaughter Fog Panthers like "Common swine"
>>4513825> "There is no need for guardians among my people, if you'd remember, Ling, they slaughter Fog Panthers like "Common swine"The threat is modest and I think this means we will take out the tax collector. Of course, we could always bribe him into saying we've moved on from the village.
Does anyone think it would be a good idea to tell him we don't need protection, but accept it anyway, kinda as a flex but also goodwill? As long as we threaten him well enough, the village should be okay, and if he really wanted to destroy it he would have sent more men anyway. Good idea or no?
Calling the votes now"There's no need for guards":9Humbly agree to go:2Tell the brothers of panthers to keep an eye on the guards:2"And if I'm refuse?":2Agree to go along with the next tithe:2Seems telling Ling your men can protect the village themselves winsWriting the update
Raising an open palm, you shake your head, then clap your hands together and bow quickly, before standing tall and proud once again."There's no need for guards amongst my people" You say simply, yet unrelenting, using your tone to make it clear you will not allow Gao's men behind your walls while you're away. You fold all but one finger into a fist, and keep the digit pointing in the air before you continued speaking, Ling looking like you had just torn out his heart, fury and dread mixing in his expression. His adam's apple bobbed in his thin, bird like neck."If you'd remember, Ling" You continue, with a genial, gentle smile on your lips, motioning to Half Jaw Hu as he stood there stoically, and doing well at hiding the shaking of his hands, standing before so many men armed better than himself, wearing monsterous masks. Though they were probably deeper in the grip of fear than loyal Hu."They slaughter Fog Panthers, like "Common swine" You finish, taking the phrase Ling had just used while singing your praises against him.Ling fans himself, rapidly, clearly trying to find a way to force the soldiers into the village without risking drawing your ire and wrath. You just stand there, as if you were in your home, speaking to your honored father, completely at least and calm. He swallows again, fanning himself faster, his eyes locked on you as if you had were the only living soul standing before him."Lord Gao insists the offer be made, this village is after all within his domain and it is his duty to protect the people" He says, trying to force you to accept the presence of dangerous men among your kin, by playing on your manners and humble nature "Surely, while the hunters of this village are well trained in the slaying mere beasts"Mere beasts, Fog Panthers hunted men, they may be a common predator, but they were no mere beasts. He was trying to convince you they needed protection, as if you did not know the guardians he offered were a far more apparent danger than any other."They" He says, no longer fanning himself, narrowing his eyes as he searched for the words, to try and make you see "reason" without becoming angered "There are other dangers in this world, that they have not had to deal with yet, men who may be jealous of their prosperity or the apparent wealth of the village so soon after a time of famine, These men will merely be to act as a deterrent for such, brigands and blackguards"With a flick of his wrist, he jabs his now closed fan towards you. His arm is shaking, though he must think its hidden by the weight of his hanging robes, identical in color to the one he wore when you first met him. He takes a breath and lets it out slowly."While you're away at Lord Gao's court, so you will not have to suffer any unneeded stress over their safety, and can focus on our Lord's Majesty" He says, waving his fan through the air, his other hand curling his long, well groomed beard. cont
>>4513968He flashed his teeth as he grinned, and you resisted the urge to snarl back "And enjoy the plenty and extravagance of his home, which you may be able to ...freely partake, with permission of course" He was bribing you with useless frivolities and distractions."So, you say my presence is equal to that of eleven of Gao's men, at least? I am honored by the compliment, Tax collector Ling, you really are too kind " You say joyously, as Ling looks like you struck him, he fell into the trap you'd been laying perfectly, now to leave a force would be admitting to your claim and if one of the men spoke to Gao, well you and Ling both knew he would no longer have to worry about pleasing his lord, or anything else. for it would cost him his head. This plan had come to you when Wenyan had first told you of Lord Gao's disposition, and now you had found the perfect chance to spring it. To admit that men, so well armed and dressed in expensive armor, was equal to one man, even a giant, would be quiet an insult to a man who relies so heavily on his military might for order. And it was not you who made the claim, nor did you accept it as truthful.You merely thanked the man who had given you such heavy praise, and could Ling trust his Men to back up his word if he claimed otherwise? Especially if you had captured Lord Gao's interest enough for him to invite you, a mere peasant, into his home as a guest?"You have a point, oh Wise Lieren" Ling says through his teeth, his knuckles pale from gripping his fan and horse's reigns "it would be a waste of man power, really, even most foolish and foolhardy of bandits would know not to trouble a village of Panther killers, But it was merely an offer of more direct and immediate protection, then ARMIES can provide"Ah, now he's hoping you'll notice his obvious threat and react or bend your knees and relent. How foolish."I will thank benevolent lord Gao for his generosity and offer of protection, but as we agree, it is not necessary" You say, clasping your hands together and bowing your head quickly "And these men will have better uses elsewhere, surely""Surely" Ling repeats, his voice losing the mock bravado and dignity he had been speaking with "but we ARE to leave for Lord Gao's castle, as he commands, as soon as possible. Lord Gao does not like to be made to waiting"Well Lieren, what do you do?>Go along with Ling and his Men, and tell the brothers of panthers to be on high alert while you're gone> Go, but purposefully impede and slow the journey to the castle, in ways you cannot be blamed for> Humbly refuse, saying that it would not be right for one as low as you to tarnish a noble's property> Tell Ling and the men exactly what you would do shall any harm come to your kin while you're gone> write in?
>>4513971>Go along with Ling and his Men, and tell the brothers of panthers to be on high alert while you're gone> Tell Ling and the men exactly what you would do shall any harm come to your kin while you're goneI think these two are good. Maybe we can snap a tree or something like someone suggested earlier to make a point?
>>4513971>> Humbly refuse, saying that it would not be right for one as low as you to tarnish a noble's property>>If he comes back at next tithing, we will be happy to escort our taxes back to the capital, and meet with Lord Gao.
>>4513971>Go along with Ling and his Men, and tell the brothers of panthers to be on high alert while you're gone> Tell Ling and the men exactly what you would do shall any harm come to your kin while you're gone>gesture to a nearby tree"Witness this outcropping of the celestial court's benevolence. It is nature made manifest, sturdy and powerful- surpassing any other save the stone underfoot and the iron in your hands. Now observe as you will-">grip the tree, uproot it from the ground, look onto Ling's face, and snap it over our knee"Such will be the fate to befall those "brigands" and "blackguards" who would dare defy the reign of our mighty Lord Gao and disturb so much as a hair on these villagers' heads as his humble subject accompanies his noble tax collector to pay his respects.">toss the ruins to the side"This I swear under heaven. If we have reached an understanding, I would not wish to waste any more of our mighty Lord Gao's precious time with our negligent slowness."
>>4513971>>> Humbly refuse, saying that it would not be right for one as low as you to tarnish a noble's property
>>4513976This seems good
>>4513971>Go along with Ling and his Men, and tell the brothers of panthers to be on high alert while you're gone> Tell Ling and the men exactly what you would do shall any harm come to your kin while you're gone
Any ideas on how to recruit nobles and peasants to our banner? I was thinking after we shoot the shit with this lord or possibly kill him, we start organizing the pesantry together to organize a revolt. Not soon, but eventually.
>>4513986Supporting. A smile and humble manner belies quite an understanding that while bandits cant hurt our kin, our wrath is great and terrible.
Wait a minute...>Superpowerful being coming from an 'egg' of inorganic material>Strange colored eyes>General plan to use a staff as a weapon>Speculation of becoming Buddhist>Is of the primate familyAre we the Monkey King?
>>4513986Supporting thisShould we consider the possibility of taming the predators in the fog as war beasts?
>>4514066O H S H I T
>>4514066Our name isn’t Wukong or Son Goku, and plans mean nothing really until they are put into practice.
>>4514066astral monke legion.
>>4514125I actually would like to know what original name fore the second legion would had been.Will we ever meet our legion?
>>4513971>Humbly Refuse>Suggest instead that we were never here in the first place. If he does tell Gao we are still here, Ling will be the first to pay the price.
>>4513986I think this is an good idea.
>>4514090Fine, we have Son Wukong potential energy, then.
Sorry, fell asleep without an update.Calling and counting nowGo along with Ling and the Gao:9Tell them exactly what you'll do if your people are threatened:9Humbly refuse:3go next tithing: 1Suggest you were never here:1writing the update now>>4514127of course you will, what primarch wasn't reunited with their sons?
>>4514464That's a moment I'll be looking forward to, primarchs and their legions meeting are usually nice moments.
Any chance of us becoming the old wise master primarch, who the others come to for sage advice? Perhaps with a fu manchu?
>>4514526We are more likely to be the young monk primarch desu.
>>4514526I wonder if it's random which order we're going to be found in and we're operating on a very subtle time limit. That'd be interesting.
>>4514526I don't think prinarchs get old like that. We're way too young.
>>4514542I believe that the 2nd primarch was found 3rd, so we'll be one of the leaders of the early crusade
You simply nod in response, hands pressed together as you move your gaze from ling, over his men, into the fog and to a young yet sturdy tree growing not too far from the outermost wall. It is at most a decade or two of age, older than yourself, yet still not reaching anything close to its true potential. Moving your right arm, you gesture to it, the men's eyes following your mighty limb cautiously as if they expect lighting and thunder to flow from your fingers and strike them down.Ling turns his head as well, seeing the tree you're motioning towards, his eyes narrow, blatant confusion over taking his fear as he glances back to you, wordlessly asking what is the meaning of this seemingly pointless gesture. He finds his answer soon after, as you begin to speak."Witness this outcropping of the celestial court's benevolence" You say as Ling nods, not having any clue as for your intent with showing to him what must seem like an ordinary tree, which it is "It is nature made manifest, sturdy and powerful surpassing any other save the stone underfoot and the iron in your hands, now observe as you will.."With long strides, the fog parts before you, swirls of it dancing in the air as the white immaterial wall breaks against you. Reaching the tree in under five full strides, you wrap your hands around its size, and tightening your grip. The bark cracks and shatters with a snap, the wood beneath compressing beneath your fingers as you take hold of the show of natures great power. As you begin to lift and tear it from the ground, with the ease of which other men would pluck flowers from the ground, the wood of the tree creaks, as if groaning and crying in pain.One of the soldiers lets out a gasp, as the ground below you crumbles, as you pull the tree from the ground roots and all and hold it in the air, above your head. Twirling it around to be horizontal, and lowering it to your waist, holding it in your arms, you look into Ling's face. He's hiding behind his hand again.Stepping forward, presenting your knee as you tighten your muscles and harden your stance in preparation for your show of might, so as not to move the barest of an inch against your own inhuman strength. Moving one arm to the top of the tree, you lift it up to your head, and hammer it down against your presented knee. With an almighty snap, it shatters in two, filling the air with splinters.From the smell in the air, one of Gao's men or Ling himself has soiled themselves out of sheer terror of witnessing your strength with their own eyes."Such will be the fate to befall those "Brigands" and "Blackguards" who would dare defy the reign of our mighty lord Gao" You say, not so much as raising your voice, simply speaking humbly in polite tone with your head bowed "And disturb so much as a hair on these villagers' heads as his humble subject accompanies his noble tax collector to pay his respects" cont
>>4514554Tossing the ruin you've made of the tree to the ground, fog swirling and mingling with the dust thrown up into the air from such an action. The sound of the two two halves meeting the ground are akin to a thunderclap, and further break apart the once mighty and sturdy tree. Now it is reduced to mere splinters of wood and dust."This I swear under heaven" You say, clasping your hands together as you raise your head "If we have reached an understanding, I would not wish to waste any more of our mighty Lord Gao's precious time with our negligent slowness" Ling fans himself, eyes nearly closed as he no doubt imagines himself meeting the same fate as the unfortunate tree, torn in two and discarded, forgotten."Such a noble soul, such a wise soul, such a humble soul" Ling says, turning to praises again to try and lessen whatever rage may be present within your heart "Truly, it is as you say, only the most foolhardy and mad criminals would dare to the threaten what a man such as yourself treasures and cherishes. to do so would be to court death itself""So shall we take our lead and journey to Gao's castle, noble tax collector?" You ask with a genial and kind smile, even though none of Ling's men or ling himself will see it, as they are transfixed by the sight of what had moments ago been a mighty tree "before we spend any more of Lord Gao's valuable time?""Yes, yes of course, there is no point in remaining here any longer, if you believe your village does not need the offered protection, it does not need guardians, merely the specter of you alone shall defend it from the evils laying with the veil of the fog" Ling says, turning to you again "let us not delay a moment longer, and begin our journey now""As Gao wishes" You say, motioning for Hu to leave your side with a twitch of a finger, but as he does you click your tongue, commanding him to listen further as he walks away.Raising your clasped hands to your face, your unfurl your fingers, making the sign to stay alert to the hunter, before stretching your arms and acting as if you had merely began to stretch."Stay well and whole, Friend Lieren" Hu says with a half filled grin, heading to relay the message to the other brothers of panthers, but not before bowing respectfully"Stay well and whole, Friend Hu" You return as you march back to gathered soldiers and Ling in their center. Beneath their monstrous, snarling masks, they are terrified of you being close enough to grasp them and tear them in twain as you had done to the tree. But that would be in efficient, just crushing their throats would be far more effective.You bow to them, they wince back as if you mean to crush them with a butt of your head"I will follow your lead, Ling, and not step from the path you lay for me" You say gently, rising back to your full height, looking him in the eyes once morecont
>>4514557"Than follow closely, so the fog does not take you and confuse your senses" He says, pulling the reigns of his horse and clicking his fan shut, raising it into the air as he barked to his men "Five man file march! the extra two shall stay by Lieren's side to defend him from danger, we'll march until nightfall, and then make camp"The men raise their spears, and split into four files, with two of them breaking off to stand by your side. They're quivering in fear, trying not to meet your eyes."Greetings friends" You say with a warm voice and soft tone, greeting them with clasped hands and bowed head as is tradition, they remain still as corpses."Unless we are lucky to reach the next village in time!" Ling bellows, his voice sharp and keening, as his horse follows his lead, trotting down the path, the men marching behind it as you follow them, only need to take a step for every three of theirs.-The journey to Gao castle, was one that reminded You of the state your people had been in when you had joined rhwm . All through the valleys and fields there was much suffering. The villages they came to in their journey were populated solely by men who were but skeletons cloaked in skin, creatures that shied away and hid from the soldiers and himself like beaten children. They dug through the dirt for insects, and ate the grass of the field to merely survive. Tears fell from golden wells, as you saw young children on the verge of starvation.Yet with no way to help them, all you could do was promise to return to return one day, and remake these people as he had his own kin. And there were villages that had become as graveyards as well. Ss the party camped among the houses of the deceased, You laid the bodies to rest, so they may know peace. The pace was agonizingly slow, the men had to rest every few hours, if all of them had horses you'd have reached Gao's castle days earlier. And without having to slaw the Fog Panthers that tried to drag some of the men screaming into the night, of which you had encountered three, which were clever enough to strike at night to try and keep from facing their fellow predator among the prey.But as the journey came to its end, you saw the prosperity and excess of the rich, of the people of towns and merchants, and more than any other the nobility. Bones with plenty of meat and fat still clinging to them tossed to the hounds, Cliffjumpers and swine fed far more than necessary, making them fat and lethargic. Spices and vegetables and fruits taken from distant lands and cooked together. The fine silks, the dainty pottery, the extravagant manors and wasteful use of metal for decoration.And Ling thought the sights of "true" civilization would amaze and entice you? What a fool he was. To see the rich and noble feasting as the rest of the realm starved, enraged you to a point you had not felt before. While children starved and begged for the mercy of death or a mere grain of rice, cont
>>4514529>>4514542Imagine how silly it would be if our planet /system was surrounded in a localised warp storm that fucked with time.We spend 200 years on the planet that's actually only 20 in real time.Would never happen, but is a silly thought experiment
>>4514560they grew fat and lived decadently through the work the families of those same children preformed until the day they fell dead in their fields.It was sickening.But, at last, you stood before the might gates of Lord Gao's castle. Lacquered wood painted garish shades of pink, maroon and purple, with an image of entwined dragons set upon it in gold. The walls were stone, topped with Iron shingles cut to a razor edge. Flowers of all sort lined the paved path to the gate from the village beneath the castle's eyes. And among them stood gallows and poles with rotting corpses still strung to them by rope and nails. With the castle grounds, you could hearing laughing, music, smell cooking fat mingling with spices."At last, we have arrived at Gao's estate" Ling says, looking exhausted from the journey the men having left you as you arrived at the town below "And now Lieren, you can see the true pleasures life can afford you"You remain silent. Ah yes, pleasures earned from the suffering of the masses, what a sour taste they'd leave in your mouth."Who approaches Benevolent Gao's residence?" A voice shouts from a top the wall, and you see a soldier wearing a grinning mask looking down at you and Ling, words failing him as he sees you"Ling and Gao's own honored guest, Lieren of nothing" Ling bellows back, producing a slip marked with Gao's seal of two dragons entwined "Open the gate and allow me to inform him myself of our arrival"A bell is run, and the gate parts open. What you see inside makes you grimace.Streams of clear water flowering among flower beds and fruit trees, men of high standing relaxing in their shade, fed by women dressed in cloth so thin it hides nothing, musicians playing madly with guards set around them, plates of food half eaten, set here and there upon tables laid about the garden. Servants running here and there, carrying food, cleaning plates and pouring wine as fat old men and women barked at them for more.Ling nods, twisting his beard with his finger."It would appear we have arrived just in time for one of his legendary parties, see there, is Lord Huang Tengfei, and there Lady Luó Biya" He says pointing to guests of the celebration, a fat bald man dressed in robes chewing upon a ripe plum, and a woman dangerously thin, not touching a morsel of food offered to her...food that is then taken away, most likely to be discarded "Ah, Lieren, why not enjoy yourself while I find Lord Gao? But remember your station, wouldn't want a scandal after such a long journey would we"You remain silent. So much wasted, so inefficient, so decadent, such useless extravagance. Is this the true face of the kingdom of Yan? cont
>>4514562What do you do Lieren?> Stay at the gate, not moving towards the sights before you> Explore the courtyard, disgusted by all you see,> Insist you follow Ling into the castle proper > go to Lord Tengfei and ask if the plum tastes sweeter knowing that the kingdom starves as he and his peers feast> write in?
>>4514564>> Stay at the gate, not moving towards the sights before youWatch. Analyze. Are there any strong men here, any good men? Or are all fallen to this evil?
>>4514564> Stay at the gate, not moving towards the sights before you
>>4514564Let's explore the court yard, no need to cause an commotion yet. Don't partake in any of the hedonism, just learn.
>>4514564>Stay at the gate, Watch for good men and contain the building rage. It will make potent fuel for a later date.
>>4514561Don't even need a warpstorm to do it. All primarchs got thrown through the warp, and the warm is timefuckery even on the best of days. No reason that we can't have exited the warp 200 years before the time we got thrown into it.
>>4514564To defeat your enemy you must first understand them. This party is a political court like any other, we need to watch and figure out the key players, if only to know who we need to eventually kill.> Stay at the gate, not moving towards the sights before you
>>4514573Perhaps we should also take a seat, kneel or meditate as we watch. Standing up will intimidate Guo more than having time to adjust to our size, and it will make him think less of us while we are prostrated, show his true character through.It also causes less whispers than just standing still.
>>4514564> Stay at the gate, not moving towards the sights before youThis is hideous. The sooner we can train ourselves and marshal a fighting force from the peasants the better.
>>4514580This is a good idea, let's sit at the gate and not move an inch
>>4514580I will second taking a kneeling position.Even if we arnt bowed itll be respectful and less intimidating.
>>4514564> Stay at the gate, not moving towards the sights before you>>4514566I agree with this. There must be even a few good men and women here. Let s see if we can see one.>>4514580A position that isn t intimidating, it s a good idea.
>>4514574200 years is nothing for a primarch, though. If we went back far enough to actually look like an Chinese Sage by the time emps gets here, we'd be in the dark age of technology.
Actually I have better idea. Let’s offer to train his men, bring prosperity to his lands, and to conquer the world. Then after we’ve assured the loyalty of his soldiers to us, made his peasants indebted to us, and the world is firmly under our control we execute him in front of all the other nobles showing we never did it for him.
>>4514594That's dishonorable, so no.
>>4514590Such a primarch could find the emperor later in the timeline and assist the emperor in creating the primarchs, thereby having a hand in his own creation!
>>4514597there will be
>>4514594I'd rather just be honest with gao about how much we hate him than be dishonest by lying
>>4514597Its actually rather important. They just have different views of whats honourable about a few things.
>>4514597If you don't want Lieren to end up as Lü Bu, yes.
>>4514601No, that's dumb. It's one thing to be dishonest and sneaky, it's another thing to not act like an idiot. We'll talk normally with Gao, see what he wants, and if he's trying to put us in his service we talk about the fact that his lands are going to shit.Be cordial, until it's no longer feasible to be so.
>>4514605I'm simply stating I prefer out right honesty instead of lying and being underhanded. I'm not actually advocating we go full retard.
>>4514564>> go to Lord Tengfei and ask if the plum tastes sweeter knowing that the kingdom starves as he and his peers feastProtestor Primarch, here to peacefully demonstrate. What are they going to do? Tell us to leave?
Anybody else getting some serious Slaanesh vibes from the way Gao's managing his lands? I suspect faint corruption has begun to set in.>>4514597Honor was very huge in china, they just have a much more societal view of it than euros did.
>>4514607If we're going to be blatant instead of biding our time and raising a militia more comparable to an army, I would rather we popped his head like a plum and asked the court.
>>4514602You’re talking about “face” aren’t you? Face is not much different than “corporate/brand image” in concept which is why it’s silly to equate it to honor.
>>4514608I feel like it's going to be, much like some 30k worlds, kinda going the way of slaneesh with some influence over these rulers, but not straight up tainted to the point where an inquisitor would exterminatus it.
>>4514610No, im not.Face is part and parcel, but honour is really important, especially in getting people to trust you. In this land someone whos actually considerd noble (and has a good story to their name that people spread) will be popular to stupid degrees.
>>4514564> Stay at the gate, not moving towards the sights before you>Stay at the gate, Watch for good men and contain the building rage. It will make potent fuel for a later date.
>>4514610Face is not honor, face is a measure of how much honor someone is believed to have. It's be possible to be very honorable and have no face, and have very much face but no honor, and the latter is arguably much more common than the former. I wouldn't call face honor though. It's closer to respect than anything which is seen as a part of honor but the only one.>>4514611I think you're right but there's probably a trove of DAoT obscenity lying in wait under the Yan capital. I don't think they'll be pushovers and I wouldn't be surprised if we had to do what we did with the tree to some daemonettes if we're going to unite the peasants under our rule.
>>4514617But not the only one
So the consensus seems to be: Stay by the gate, kneel/sit and watch the party goes to gain information about them.
>>4514640and find men/women of character amongst this rabble of rosy refuse.
Stay at the gates: 11Analyze the partygoers: 8Kneel and meditate: 6Explore the courtyard:1Talk to Huang Tengfei: 1Alright, since Looking through the partygoers for any decent men or women and kneeling/ meditating instead of standing can easily be worked into the "just stand and wait" action.I'll include them into the update, as at 8 and 6 they're both a little over and under half the votes, by my count.Writing the update now
>>4514597But of course. We are plainly upon a world infested by Chaos, and to truly eliminate its taint, we must show the people a truly virtuous way. Falling to baser urges would merely taint it.And as a bonus, we can style on the emperor himself and the other primarchs when they have to use hypocrisy to enact their goals.
>>4514714>inb4 founding future buddhism and refusing to recant it when pressed is why we're wiped from the histories along with a legion and a half
>>4514737But what would the Xangdan have to do with space buddhism?
>>4514737Well, it was mentioned that what the lost Primarchs did would have shook the very foundation of the Great Crusade, so future space buddhism that legit works against chaos would certainly do that in regards to the Imperial Truth.Still, imagine such a dude being the one to find Mortarian, Angron, or Lorgar. And say, pointing to the first's xenos father being as they were not due to being a psyker but because they recklessly overindulged, saving some of the second's bros and the buddhism helping calm the nails a bit, and the last getting a nontheistic religion about bettering onesself. Chaos's machinations may not fall away that easily, but they'd certainly have some wildly different fallen selves.
>>4514766As hopeful as that may be, i don't know if Lieren is one who'd be able to stop the march towards the precipice.For most primarchs, by the time they'd realized that Horus had already went full chaos or by the time Magnus was known to have pierced the webway project, it was too late.
>>4514775As I said, fall's still very certain. However, the particulars of their actions after their fall may differ and that's the interesting part of the thought.
It was a sight most hideous, of decadent debauchery and wasteful excess, and flaunting of power and wealth after a time of famine. A feast while the masses starved, to tell themselves they had endured the hardships that still surged through their lands like a storm front, and had come out of such trying times wealthier and fatter. Yet what did they suffer? Behind their gilded walls, fed and warm and secure? What right did they have to celebrate while others still suffered, suffered because of them and their heavy taxes, and the insurmountable pride?The sights before you, that Ling walked through, joining the living mural of the moral decay and sinful life as easily as a man would breath. With thin fingers, he plucked fat cherries, from plates brimming with more food than it'd take to feed your village for two days, daintily placing it on his tongue before he continue on his way, dutifully marching past the temptations before him. Girls, for that was what most of them were, girls, trying to ply him to lay beside them in slothful arrogance, acquittances calling to him with cups spilling over with colorful blue drink, servants holding plates of fattened suckling swine and fowl so fresh from the grease still bubbled beneath their cracked skin.Inside of you, your rage roared and screamed to be let out, for you to react as Jackal maddened by its own venom and to destroy all that stood before you. Lord Huang sat, wiping plum juice with a silk sleeve so fine it could be traded to feed your people for a year, staining its pure whiteness purple as he reached for another over ripe plum, the woman holding the basket of them unclothed and bare for the world to see. While just next to him, Lady Luó wasted food, despite having no fat on her body.So powerful she was that she could afford to starve herself to appease her vanity, with no fear of weakening and dying in her own bed cold and afraid. And there were many others, preforming even more horrendous acts of excess and gluttony. But you did not react, or follow ling, instead you took a step into the castle grounds. The guards of Gao's personal estate wearing cherry pink armor, with smiling masks, and spears with points shaped to resemble flame.Four of them, with shields at their sides, stood ready at the gate. They looked up to you, and one of them laughed"Ah I worry for the woman who catches your eye, honored guest" He said, sounding as cheerful as his war mask looked "but please, enjoy yourself, to a guest of Gao, nothing is off limits"It took a great force of will not to snatch him up by his neck and tear out his throat in a rage at the implications. Instead, with expression dour and joyless, you knelt between them. Clapping your hands together tightly, you held you arms folded against your chest, the tips of your large fingers reaching your chin as you began to focus your breathing to suppress you boiling fury, and condense it into a core deep within yourself.cont
Its very unlikely that we can stop the heresy in its entierty, but even a single extra legion/loyalist primarch is enough to shift the balance.Plus if we can get emps to think a little more on the consequences of his actions we might cut some of the sillyness.
>>4514780Each breath you took, you tasted the heavy perfumes on the air, the incense burning, the fat and oils cooking, the spices and juice of half eaten fruits tossed away. These scents mingled and turned sour by the scent of sweat and liquor poisoning the air. You ignore these distraction, taking slow deep breaths. So calm you had made yourself since you swallowed and stored away the rage you felt at what you saw before you, that the beat of your hearts had almost entirely ceased. Soon the laughter and panicked music faded from your ears, and all that remained was the wind and water running in front of you. it would've seemed to be a trance to all who saw you in such a state, but you were fully aware. And with your golden eyes, that would appear distant and tired to any who looked upon them, you began to pick through the scene in front of you more carefully now, mind unclouded and free of emotion.You were searching for weakness in the personalities before you, and if any of them were savaged or if all of them had fallen to these evil ways of excess. In a corner of the courtyard, where a man with a wild beard and hair bathed in wine poured on him by a women, howling a laughing as he tried to catch it in his mouth, stood a fellow, older looking, grey hair shaved close with a still black beard cut clean on his face. He looked bored with the whole affair, his single eye looking disdainfully on his companion, a sword scar running from his forehead to his chin. He was dressed in a simple black robe, and was probably a general of some kind, a good ally to have at hand, especially considering he seemed to despise the sites in front of him nearly as much as yourself. He stood out, so finding him for a conversation later would be no trouble to you.And there, past a field a revelers watching dances swirl burning silks in the air in a mock battle, sat around a table, was a young woman with jade like skin, long hair tied into a knot, with no decorations on her. She was watching the party as well, with detached disinterest, as the woman around her in fine silks laughed and gossiped. She was a predator like yourself, seeking for the wounded and crippled in the social hierarchy, another useful ally, if you could speak with her. She wore red robes with white accents, simple and thus easy to spot again later.And there, past the musicians, playing under threat of death, sat an old man, drinking tea he heated himself, staring at the clouds, trying to center his focus and meditate among the chaos and debauchery like yourself. You could see his wisdom in his eyes, for while his face was wrinkled and his limbs withered, his eyes were young and bright, and a light blue, the same as the sky and his robes, he'd also be easy to track down like the other two you had determined to still have hope of being saved from this disgusting life style of opulence.cont
>>4514766What we really need to focus on is asceticism more than anything else.
>>4514784You watched and observed, picking apart weaknesses and personalities by the way the noble guests moved and acted, and charting the social hierarchy in your mind. The Lord Huang and Lady Luó seemed to top it, being near equal to Gao considering how the other nobles sucked up to them and tried to entertain them like servants themselves, and the fact they sat upon a raised platform above the rest.Honored guests, like yourself. This party must've been thrown to gain their favor or allegiance to Gao, beneath Yan. No doubt the famine had weakened Gao's forces and he was seeking aid wherever he could find it. Like a fish caught outside a stream, desperately flopping to return to it. It was likely Gao was afraid of losing favor with the Royal dynasty. And as you pondered what fate would await a man as great as Lord Gao should he fall out of favour, you saw a peculiar sight. One of his men, a guard, sat by a pond away from the festivities, not at attention, instead with his legs crossed and grinning mask hanging loose around his neck, he counted the fish in the pound, tracing their movements in the air with a spear. He was not mindless like his fellows, he was a thinker. He knew none would dare attack the Lord's castle, and that none of the nobles present would complain of his lack of discipline. So instead he used the time he had to learn, and he stood then, placing his mask back on as he began to practice his spearman ship. Copying the movements of the carp in front of him, he moved his weapon in a way you had not seen before, gracefully swirling it through the air.He was a useful one, he may not have the political sway and influence of the young lady in red, or the military might and tactical knowledge of the general, or the quiet wisdom and respect the Old man had, but he had something as useful as any of their capabilities or faces. He was clever, and knew that by watching the world, one may learn.Yes, there were men you could salvage from this debauchery, they were four in number, a mere handful, but they were worth more than any of the lords or ladies indulging in their depraved desires and hedonistic passions. In the future, they may prove to be useful allies, should you find yourself under attack. The rest could be counted on to do whatever would give them more power, influence, wealth or face, and you were certain that man kneeling before Huang would just as soon drive a knife into his back, or the woman praising Luó would be glad to drown her if it would benefit her.You let out a breath, the guard in front of you, having come to check if you were still alive falling on his back in shock. You smiled and continued meditating, picking apart the scene before you for useful information and any virtuous souls you may have missed in your first glance over the courtyard.cont
>>4514786"Liereng! what are you, some mountain dwelling hermit? Did I not say you could enjoy yourself!?" Ling says, seemingly confused by the fact you were not taken by the maddening opulence and extravagance sights before you and became trapped in the spell like so many others "Most farmers would kill for the merest morsel from Lord Gao's party, let alone to be allowed to attend one as an honored guest!"You glanced up at the small, and let out another breath. He didn't realize they would kill for it because they were starving and would eat bones if they were offered. He was still in his uniform of his office, wide brimmed hat cast a shadow of him as he stood before you, looking up at you"Have you informed Lord Gao of my presence?" You ask genially, looking down at the short tax collector with a serene smile "Yes, and he ordered me to tear you away from the festivities, but I see now that was no necessary.. bah, sitting here like some monk, when all the earthly pleasures the world holds lay before you" he ranted, smacking his fan into his open palm "Ready for the taking like a ripe peach, you are a strange man, Liereng"Well, Liereng, what do you do now?> Follow Ling to meet Gao, trying to hide your contempt for all around you> Ask for the name of the four virtuous souls you spotted> Ask Ling what he sees from where you sit> Tell him you will go see Gao, after you've finished meditating> Write in?
>>4514791Slaanesh Cult Much? >Walk with him to Gao, but eye what is available. We might need flames to remove this blight.
>>4514791> Ask for the name of the four virtuous souls you spottedOne of them seemed to be a martial artist.
> Humbly state that you are unused to an event such as this and you did not wish to embaress Gao by overindulging and committing a social faux paus by mistake.> Follow Ling to meet Gao, trying to hide your contempt for all around you> Ask for the name of the four virtuous souls you spotted
>>4514791> Follow Ling to meet Gao, trying to hide your contempt for all around youEat the hate, channel it into righteous calm.
>>4514801*embarass Gao by an honored guest of his overindulging and committing a social faux paus
>>4514791>What can you see, tax collector?>Who are those four souls, who seem otherwise preoccupied?
>>4514791> Ask Ling what he sees from where you sitThis sounds like some real philosophy shit, even if we're not going to be old, this sage-type talking is pretty cool.> Follow Ling to meet Gao, trying to hide your contempt for all around you> Ask for the name of the four virtuous souls you spottedAfter we ask him the question, follow him and while we're walking ask about the four.
>>4514811Yeah, it's also of some benefit to know what the tax collector looks at and sees when he states at the party, who he watches and what he ignores.
>>4514811This is a very good question to ask, we should see what he thinks of it and get a glimpse into the minds of the nobles and their servants.
>>4514811Philosophy is a major part of Kung Fu. Whether you fight or not, run or not, take an attack head on or dodge, strike to kill or disable all come down to philosophy which is what a lot of people don’t understand about martial arts. It’s not just fighting techniques but an entire way of thinking.
>>4514801I think you're going way too hard in on the "appearing humble" thing, we don't need to act like that.
>>4514791>> Follow Ling to meet Gao, trying to hide your contempt for all around you>> Ask for the name of the four virtuous souls you spotted
>>4514791> Follow Ling to meet Gao, trying to hide your contempt for all around you> Ask for the name of the four virtuous souls you spotted
>>4514811This honestly is what we should though>>4514791
>>4514811Eh ill support it. I doubt hes going to say much of interest though, dudes got some real distain for philosophy.Note: When asking for names, dont ask for the guards one. We should meet them without letting his boss's know, so theres not too much attention on him (hede make a good target to fuck with us later on, best not to let on).
>>4514833Wise. The rest of us could be excused as individuals of prestige. but a guard is merely suspicious.
>>4514833A fair point.
>>4514811Yeah, I'll switch to this as well.
>>4514833Yeah, that's actually smart. If we were to mention him, there's no doubt there'd be some light cast on him, and that's not what we want when it comes to a random guard.
>>4514811Support(this is 100% going to devolve into chaos fuckery)
>>4514791Backing this >>4514811>>4514833
>>4514796It would explain all the pink. Likewise, the man in black is likely a Malal cultist esp with the scar bisecting his face. The woman in red Khorne and the wise man in blue is Tzeentch. All that leaves is Nurgle, who I suspect will likely be among those monks Ling was talking about, after all the Buddhist respect for all life could very easily become very Nurgley very quickly.
>>4514811support sans asking about the soldier's name to not put him in trouble.
>>4514920Welp, there goes the wise men. We are on a Chaos Planet.
>>4514923That's news? I've been pretty sure we've been on one since the 8 rulers thing in the planet description.>>4514920Eh...they have respect for life, but Nurgle likes the cycle of Life and Death that Buddhists want to break out of. Course, could be a corrupted version.
>>4514920>>4514923I would not jump to conclusions but even if they are we could use them to our advantage. Remember Chaos is self-defeating and we can pit them against each other then strike the finishing blow.
I wonder if the speed with which Lieren was able to find some good people among the degenerates and his whole "meditate so all outer stuff goes away" has something to do with his specialization as a primarch
>>4514920>>4514923Like someone else said, let s not just jump on conclusions. Afterall in the quest start, our pod was un noticed. And primarchs for most of their lives didn t deal a lot with chaos influence or presences. With some exceptions of course, but we can say that before the main events in their lives that would have lead to the Horus Heresy they wheren t so much under pressure.Chaos is also less present in the materium in general.
Calling the vote and countingWalk with Ling:13Ask Ling what he sees:11Ask about the virtuous souls:13Humbly make an excuse 1I'll include asking ling what he sees, as most of the votes were a combination of that and going with him and about the four Lieren deemed as salvageableSo Lieren will ask Ling what he sees in the party, about the four Virtuous Guests and go to meet gao.writing the update
>>4514944Some people have theorized that the planet choice was to determine our specialization and this planet would make us anti-immaterium focused.
>>4514959I really doubt it's hard locked in though at least hopefully not
I think we can redeem Ling. I wonder how many others we can redeem.
so, we can probably easily tear this slaneshi fat ass in half and probably solo his guards and guests, but I say we try tricking him to suicide somehow.
>>4514971Not yet.We have things to deal back home, we have to improve nothing so that the farms are able to sustain them and our warriors are using actual steel.
>>4514977I think our priority for now should be getting as much autonomy for our village and the surrounding areas so we can further study the pod and build up our own powerbase, perhaps getting ourselves installed as Lord of the area or something. We should then long term plan to eventually remove Gao, maybe replacing him with one of these virtuous souls we've noticed so we can then move onto the rest of the country/world.
I can already see the dumbshit our legion could get up toMonths of group meditation to astral project and read the movements and plans of chaos forces and armies, assuming our genesons inherit this feat
>>4514987we can probably offer to shore up his other villages in return for home autonomy, it'll give us the inroads around his lands to eventually supplant him and the powerbase to deal with the rest of the worlds likely as decadent nobles
"Ling, tell me what you see from where I sit, what you see before you" You ask, not yet rising to your feet, as the tax collector shoots you a look of confusion, his furrowing his brow and lifting his upper lip as if an unpleasant smell had suddenly wafted past him."What I see?" He asks, curling his long bear with one of his thin fingers, turning around and glancing around the party, as the sounds of debauched celebration reaches you ears once more, as you curl your lip in disgust at the sight you've been analyzing since Ling had left you "Do you think I am going blind, Hunter? What I see is the result of Lord Gao's endless generosity and benevolence, the rewards to his loyal servants and honored peers! What I see is the bounty you could share. Far from the toils of the fields and bloodshed of war, what I see is a clear sign of prosperity and its fruits. And, Lieren, I see it, sitting before you"He unfurled his fan, the breeze he makes by fanning washing over your face as you look upon the scene, trying to see it from his perspective. It could be seen that way, if one had not seen what such a rewards had cost the people of Gao's lands. And the horrid, disgusting excess of it all, the wastefulness. It was a sign of wealth built upon the backs others, a feast taken from the hands of others, prosperity grown from seeds of suffering sown. Ling had not lived amongst those who had starved and suffered and were still made to pay outrageous taxes. He could not see the truth before his eyes.He was blind, his mind clouded with greed and ambition, that he did not see the corpses surrounding the mountain he wished to scale. It was saddening, in some ways. Thumbing your chin, you nod, waiting for him to finish his speech."Like the ripest of fruit upon a branch, unplucked by a starving man" He hisses, grimmacing "do you think I am supposed to see something beneath it? This, in part, is a reward from Gao, to the magnificent Lieren, who took nothing and turned it into jade, a rest from home, in a palace, a palace that LORD YAN HIMSELF HAD PRAISED! All the delights, all the pleasures, a gift in exchange for bleeding hands, recognition for wisdom and strength of character, and you sit here, acting like one of those monks in the mountains who scorn anything that can be enjoyed"He laughs and shakes his head, still fanning himself as you stand behind him. Your shadow falling upon him. Rage flashed through the serene lake of your mind, How easy it'd be to wrench the head from his shoulders, none of the guards beside the two of you could stop you before Tax collector Ling met a painful end at your hands. But that would be wasteful, he had uses still and you had come too far to dash all the progress you made into the fires of pride.So you ignored the insulting words, the tone, the laughing and kept smiling."My Friend" He said, chuckling between his words "I am beginning to think you have no eyes to see"cont
>>4515010How easy it'd to kill him. How easy. but the easy path is not always the best."I see, I see, so that's what you see" You rep