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You are Lieren, who came from nothing to lead a justified rebellion against the Tyranny of the Yan nobility and the Yan dynasty itself. Since your unusual birth, you've been known as a great hunter of the wilds, peerless in his skill and ability to move through the fogs of Shangrala unseen and unheard. As you grew, you become renowned as a true friend and kind guardian of the common people and the downtrodden. In your travels, you have brought judgement to and ended the lives of many a wicked and honorless villains. Your name is known to be that of a wise philosopher and teacher, who seeks to bring hope, prosperity, plenty and benevolence to all corners of the world. Though many know your name by your deeds and great works and labors to achieve your dream of a peaceful and bountiful society, only you alone know you have accomplished such triumphs against the cruelty of men and nature itself at the age of eight, due to your tremendous size and unnatural rate of growth.

And unknown even to yourself, is the truth of your origin and reason for your inhumanly impressive physique. For you are the 2nd son of the emperor of mankind, one of the primarchs.

Having learned the function of the archeotech tool you know as the Lotus Scepter, and having spoken with the crippled heir of the Kang to face the killer of Small Chen personally to rid yourself of lingering grief, you left your forces once again to undertake a duty of great importance.

Your mission, to catch Yin Aiguo and use the Lotus Scepter to steal his memories to learn what the Yan Tyrants planed for their hostages. Leaving Gao Daiyu, the noble and virtuous daughter of your old enemy Gao Liwei, in charge of your army beneath the watchful eyes and tender tutelages of your dear friends and allies Yin Lei, the Legendary Black general, and Jinhai, The rising star of the battlefield.

Ambushing the lord of the Northern Yin and Loyal Lapdog of the Yan King, Yan Weizha, you found he had been gifted a most treacherous tool. A spear constructed arcane technologies, further empowered by the foul energy of an evil spirit. The Patron of the Yan Tyrants, a beast that hid beneath the guise of a concubine named Huli Jing.

Doing battle with the sorcerously empowered general and his army of elite warriors, you bested the fool who would in his folly take on such dangerous allies, and stole away the secret of the Yan's final orders to those few lords who remained loyal to their cause of hedonistic decay and wicked excess.

The truth was so dreadful and terrible, it inspired rage within you beyond any enemy before had been able to stoke. For the last king of the Yan had realized his coming death, and chose to pointlessly end an uncountable amount of innocent lives simply to deny you and your philosophy the final victory of the war.
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>>4696713

By drowning the capital in the blood of all the women and children he had ordered taken in a festival of slaughter and madnened degeneracy.

Enraged, you chose then to march to bring an end to such wickedness and avert what would be remembered as the gravest atrocity in the history of Shangrala. However, emotions should not be allowed to control the man who experiences them.

So instead of charging forward blindly, you chose to meditate for a time and clear your mind, to search for answers within yourself
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Pacing your breath, you slowed the beat of your hearts and entered a state that to all others would appear as death. The flow of your burning, wrathful blood began to slow and calm. Murderous rage and thoughts of the horrors that awaited you at the capital began to fade away like cinders upon the wind. The fog of emotion and rightful felt anger began to settle and thin.

In the depths of your empty mind, you stared into the void. Every atom of your being became none to you, every pulse of your twin hearts started and ended at your command. You could feel every drop of blood dripping its way through your veins, feel the marrow in your bones. Every organ, many more than that of the common man, became as obvious to your senses as your own two mighty hands.

For the short span of your life, you had often looked within yourself for answers, and turned inward to restrain and control both passion and cold logic to achieve a stable internal equilibrium of the two paradoxical sides of yourself. That which acted upon emotion, and that which acted upon near mechanical instinct. The Genial Giant who labored so others may prosper, the Emotionless Ogre who stared out at the world and found the most efficient path forward. Both sides of you were Lieren. Rage, Sorrow, Joy and all other emotions were as much a part of you as much as the void of feeling was. You were Lieren, the Golden Eyed Giant from the stars and sole scion of the primarch people upon Shangrala.

They were both separate and not. One fed into the other, one aided the other. Two schools of thought so intermingled they produced a singular mind and soul, even though they were opposed. Cold Logic standing beside Warm emotion. That was the core of you. The Man bred within a machine, taught to be human by the simplest and gentlest of folks. Lieren was a product of his kin, without those you loved you would not be yourself. All your strength, all of your wisdom and knowledge was worthless compared to the character built through familial love, deep camaraderie and true friendship.

Love. Love was what made you strong. Not your body. Not your keen intellect. Nor even your natural talent in the killing arts. Love was the source of all your strength and the force that drove you to preform such heroic deeds and impossible triumphs.

Love. That was it. Love was the true center of your self. Not efficiency, duty or morality. But the simple feeling of loving and being loved in turn.
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>>4696715

That was the truth of Lieren the Giant. the truth that had led you to this long and arduous path of life you had lived. Love is what commanded you to aid the starving villagers of nothing when you were younger. Love is what inspired you to build the giant's road. Love is what led you to rebel. And Love is what commands you to achieve victory.

A cool sensation spreads through your existence, from the crown of your head it begins, downwards it continues. Like a cool breath of wind or gentle caress of the ever moving tide. It dances across every inch of your body, soaking deeply into not only your flesh but your very existence.

The revelation, discovered in the deepest corner of your mind, has brought a further refinement to your mind, heart and soul, bringing you ever so slightly nearer to true enlightenment.

The void within your mind, suddenly shifts to a gentle gold hue. the same color of your eyes. The color of rays of sun piercing through fog, the color of a fire's warm glow. The color of deep and honest love. Of unconditional love. Of pure, thoughtless caring.

The very color of your soul. Dyed by the compassion and kindness given to and returned by countless lives. Wenyan, Feng, Jinhai, Zian, Rong, Shaved Head Wei, Half Jaw Hu, Liang and Jiang, Dong. Small Chen dearly departed, Fat Chen, Xin, Red Face Wei, Bai, Guozhi the wise, Yin Lei, Qian Xia, Tao Dandan, Lai Song, Gao Daiyu, Shan, Dai Niu, Aruna, Rudra, Manu, Kamikashi, Akansha, Shirong and the rest of the many friends and followers you have found in your life.

Avinash and Ananya and the other two hundred and eighty three students you teach and the uncountable others who have learned from your wisdom and gave unto you wisdom in return. The thousand upon thousand upon thousands of lives you have touched all touched you in return.

And they have given you love, as you have loved them.

This revelation of your own nature, has brought to you unparalleled understanding and comprehension of yourself and of your true nature. At last, you have met yourself and achieved a fraction of actualization and progress to enlighten. Dawning from the depths of your soul, knowledge grows forth as if hatched from an egg or grown from a seed.

By looking so deeply inwards, by turning your mind's gaze upon yourself. A hidden truth has been revealed, a fraction of enlightenment.
Con
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>>4696717

What lesson do your lips utter, oh beloved Lieren?
>Life is a but a transient illusion. The Physical form I wear is naught but an anchor to this fanciful dream we call existence. Already I have wandered along vast distances. However, further yet I can walk beyond this mortal shell.
>Emotion is a tangible force. When felt strongly enough, it can dye the hearts and minds of others. As my soul has been dyed in love, so too can I paint the souls of others.
>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love
>One does not die when their body fails and withers. One does not die when they are slain. One only dies when their heart becomes empty of emotion and lingering attachments. My flesh may be sundered, my blood may be spilt. But as long as my heart burns brightly and passionately, I shall not die!
>Write in?

https://youtu.be/9k1F3PjY948 Music to accompany this enlightening revelation
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>>4696721
If this is the specualted psyker option, I'm saying that these are
[Telepathy]
[no clue]
[Banishing]
[Biomancy]

But frankly, while I like them all, I have to go with the coolest one that fits the music, SLIGHTLY ALTERED!
>One does not die when their body fails and withers. One does not die when they are slain. One only dies when their heart becomes empty of emotion and dearest attachments. My flesh may be sundered, my blood may be spilt. But as long as my heart burns brightly and passionately, With my friends and followers and family still relying on me, I shall not die!
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>>4696721
>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love
The only thing that can truly hurt chaos.
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>>4696733
The second one probably would be like the Emperors ability to influence other's minds.
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>>4696739
Maybe. But even if it is, I feel that "So long as one innocent is in harms way, I shall not fall!" is so Lieren that it's just. . . Mmmmm.

Not the most useful choice. Not the most sensible choice. But damn if it isn't dripping with his sense of morals and purpose on it.
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>>4696746
Then again, your option fits more with "hunter" lieren, rather than "Gentle giant with kind golden eyes" Lieren
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>>4696721
>>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love
time to finally get a weapon to mess up demons
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>>4696733
More likely the second is telepathy the first is divination.
>>4696721
>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love
Time to delete a daemon from existence.
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>>4696746
I don't know, I personally think that is too close to Vulkan thing with loving people and being a perpetual.
I think banishing combines really well with the journey.
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>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love
>Lieren: *Points to Daemon* Yeetus Deletus.
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>>4696754
And the night haunter is too close to Corvus Corax, I'm not too bothered.

You raise a fair point on the journey, banishing hedonism and tyranny. But by that same argument, Divination also fits really well as a means of discerning wisdom from those who walked your path before.

>>4696752
That could make sense, but part of me still thinks that the "emotion is a tangible force" is a bit on the nose.
Or maybe malal never planned for us to develop proper psychic powers and we are debating over nothing. Least it's a good thought experiment.
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We’re going to unlock the others later on anyway, it would be silly not to.
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>>4696768
We're not a Grand Psyker like Magnus, we'll maybe get 2-3 Disciplines tops
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>>4696721
>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love
This is the most helpful right now I think unless the first one is some kind of astral projection which will allow us to see things from afar. Still I choose the above however as it will help in case others daemons appear.
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Anyone else think the choices kinda parallel the Chaos Gods? Maybe I'm being schizo, but it looks to me like they correspond to Tzeentch, Slaanesh, Khorne, and Nurgle in that order.
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>>4696773
I see no reason why he can’t learn all of them. Only reason limit to psyker powers is perils of the warp and control over warp energy which go hand in hand.
>>4696791
You bring up a good point.
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>>4696791
A lot of important choices we had presented have been mirroying the chaos gods, for exemple the tenents of the journey.
But in this case it's just a bit tangencial, specially since khornate options wants to oppose hate and spite, and the nurglite to deny death for example.
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>>4696791
It was mentioned that the Journey contains the positive traits of all four so probably you're right but as long as we're careful we won't have a problem with potential corruption if that's what you're afraid of.
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>>4696717
Aaaah, knew I was forgetting something. Forgot to put Kanzeon on the list at the end of the post. Must've slipped my mind because I doubled checked how some of the names were spelt
My mistake.
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>>4696816
It's less a fear of corruption and more wondering how I could make a Malalic write-in. Drawing a blank right now, I'll take a bit more time to think about it.
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>>4696823
Oooh sounds interesting.
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>>4696721
Whew lad! These are some tough ones to choose from

>>4696733

I don't want our dear Lieren to get redacted this seems fitting. I support this with the alteration.

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[spoilers] Also I hope the eleventh primarch for the quest remains without redaction either. I still think this is one of the best quests I have participated in. I am fortunate enough to be here for it. [/spoiler]


I am excited for what comes next, and the music choice is nice. We are learning a lot about philosophy on this quest. Or at least I am.
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>>4696721
>>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love
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>>4696721
>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love
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>>4696721
>>Write in?
>The forces that plague this realm, be they material or immaterial, beasts or tyrants are results of excess and intemperance. I empower my allies who in turn empower me. The cycle is without end and beginning and with it's power these threats will be made unreal. For nothing is real but what you create and what we create is reality. A reality where the flesh is denied rot, the blade is denied blood, the flesh denied hedonism, and the mind denied manipulation.
>>4696824
A prayer to you, my liege. I tried my best
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>>4696841
>it's
Fuck's sake. I graduated high school, I swear.
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>>4696841
You know what? I switch to this. Backing the Malal write in. I like it.
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>>4696841
>>>Write in?
>>The forces that plague this realm, be they material or immaterial, beasts or tyrants are results of excess and intemperance. I empower my allies who in turn empower me. The cycle is without end and beginning and with it's power these threats will be made unreal. For nothing is real but what you create and what we create is reality. A reality where the flesh is denied rot, the blade is denied blood, the flesh denied hedonism, and the mind denied manipulation.
>>4696828
I think I am gonna switch to this anon makes a good point so why not (even if this isn't what is happening right here)
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>>4696850
>>4696851
You both are too kind. I was worried it was a bit long, Malal/Malice doesn't have a quick and easy domain like battle or mind-games. Has to be something complicated like paradoxes or entropy.
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>>4696721
I’ll definitely support the Malal option >>4696841
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>One does not die when their body fails and withers. One does not die when they are slain. One only dies when their heart becomes empty of emotion and dearest attachments. My flesh may be sundered, my blood may be spilt. But as long as my heart burns brightly and passionately, With my friends and followers and family still relying on me, I shall not die!
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>>4696721
>>Emotion is a tangible force. When felt strongly enough, it can dye the hearts and minds of others. As my soul has been dyed in love, so too can I paint the souls of others.
I think that this one works best with the anti-chaos route that we've been working down
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>>4696721
>>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love
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>>4696868
As in cleansing people of chaos?
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>>4696875
Almost sounds like what they call "soulbinding" which is something psykers could do, usually with the emperor.
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>>4696886
To me it sounds more like mind(soul) control. Like making people think the same as you.
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>>4696721
>>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love
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>>4696841
>>4696737
I will change my vote
In the end your write-in should be an anti-chaos ability anyway, so nothing to lose.
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>Write in?
Life and experience are understandings of things subjected upon us; the Tyrants were feel disgust for are great rules to others for their same actions. But to judge what is true, really true one much calm the tides of emotions and the roaring sea of ideals or biases. We were a might stone within this sea, our friends, the Journey...those who follow us stones that sat beside us more and more until this monolith of peace was but apart of a great wall in the deep calming the currents within and enabling all to find peace, like the great road we build.
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>>4696841
Support, I've been following this quest for months and this is my first time voting.
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>>4696841
Just wanted to edit the letter of this, not it's spirit. Replace "flesh" with "body," "hedonism" with "intoxication," and "manipulation" with "schemes". And then flip "rot" and "flesh." Apologies for the autism, I should have drafted better. Gotta make sure this stunning revelation isn't mocked by our brothers when they hear the story of our life on Shangrala.
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>>4696875
no like creating a positive framework to resist it
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>>4696841
+9 Malal post!
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>>4696841
+1
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>>4696841
Sounds interesting, voting
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>>4696841
First time able to join a vote
Supporting the Malal option
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>>4696824
Ask the villagers if they can care for the mare and respect the dead until we're back to send the dead to their families, and heal the horse.
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>>4696721
>>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love
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>>4696841
Support.
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>>4696721
>Life is a but a transient illusion. The Physical form I wear is naught but an anchor to this fanciful dream we call existence. Already I have wandered along vast distances. However, further yet I can walk beyond this mortal shell.
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>>4696841
Supporting
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>While everything in the world is in conflict so to does everything reinforce and balance each other, thus we thrive when we find balance and perish when we stray from it. By understanding this principle one can elevate themselves and world around them or bring ruin to it.

>It is through patterns and repetition that man understands the world, tames the wild, and bring order to disorder. So stands to reason that the greatest source of order is found in rituals we commit ourselves to whether they be simple habits or elaborate ceremonies.

>Words have power is a plain truth for they carry thoughts and ideas between people bringing them together to form civilization. Whether spoken or written words can topple tyrants or create nation as you have proven but there may be even greater potential to be found that you have yet to discover.

Just some ideas.
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>>4696824
Anyone got any idea what Lieren's fight with the Khornate champion/daemon on this world will be like?
https://youtu.be/Ih8EM1RNmP8
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>>4696717
>One does not die when their body fails and withers. One does not die when they are slain. One only dies when their heart becomes empty of emotion and lingering attachments. My flesh may be sundered, my blood may be spilt. But as long as my heart burns brightly and passionately, I shall not die!

>Vulkan: I'm a natural perpetual. I've been immortal all my life.
>Lieren: So...I was thinking really hard about myself this one time and then...
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Wow, I see little love for what is probably literal immortality... but I suppose killing chaos is good too as long as we become Anathema like dad, because Anathema means no phenomena or perils and that means nonstop psyker bullshit1, which is OP
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>>4696733
Oh fuck, then 'm split between biomancy and banishing, but I'll probably keep biomancy because it has wider uses and daemons can be banished by punching them with psyker-boosted primarch strenght, speed, and metal-coated fists. Also because healing ourselves and healing others is bullshit. Basically, banishing means no worrying about chaos ever again unless they go full focus on us, but it has no uses otherwise. Biomancy means not worriying about fights at all unless we fight a primarch+ tier oponent, so Krork Warboss, Greater Exalted Daemon Princes and Mega xenos like the elite Tyranid warforms, necrons, etc. If we could eventually enhance banishing into removing corruption from places, objects and people...
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>>4697471
theres already an immortal primarch
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>>4696841
So an anti chaos Malal waaagh? Seems cool, but we'll probably get a watered down version of what the orks have, and with the number of solo missions we are doing I'll rather get something that enhances Lieren
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>>4697485
And that keeps us from getting immortality because? Anon, Emps is immortal and he was designed to be the best human, so immortality is the best for humans. Also, other primarchs use psyker abilities, power armour and weapons, we will use them too and it won't make us unoriginal (unless you refuse and decide to conquer the galaxy naked and barehanded, like a chad should, just beware of the Beast and the Ragdan)
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>>4697492
Because there is no anti-chaos primarch.
People prefer to be it's own thing than just Vulkan 2: chinese boogaloo.
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>>4697492
i'm not saying that keeps us from getting it, i'm saying it's a character niche that's already filled. I would like our character to fill a different niche.
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>>4697497
there's nothing wrong with vulkan though.
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>>4697497
Lieren is alredy his own thing, he is completely different from all the other Primarchs, and I want him to live, not to fill a niche that he alredy fills. Building our character with a strong foundation that allows for wider improvement options (and anime/GW rule of cool logic) is what I think is best. But it's just my opinion fueled by tons of W40k characters and runs, and we'll probably get all the options eventually, if we workk hard enough
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>>4696721
>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love
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For those that don't know what each option means, this is my interetation:
>Life is a but a transient illusion. The Physical form I wear is naught but an anchor to this fanciful dream we call existence. Already I have wandered along vast distances. However, further yet I can walk beyond this mortal shell.
[Astral Proyection]
>Emotion is a tangible force. When felt strongly enough, it can dye the hearts and minds of others. As my soul has been dyed in love, so too can I paint the souls of others.
[Epath link power or mindcontrol]
>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love
[Banishing daemons and potentially perma-killing them in the future, fitting with our tradition of reciting the Journey to Daemons and hurting them, something that only Emps and certain plot devic-weapons can do. It also has the potential to make people genuinely believe/have irrefutable facts that the Journey can hurt and/or permakill Daemons and has overall power on the materium (miracles like the ones the Sisters of Battle do). This could make the journey into the new Imperial Faith, just beneficial and without most of the shitty stuff. It has a chance of making Lorgar either not fall to chaos or cry like in a virgin vs chad meme, so it has my approval]

>One does not die when their body fails and withers. One does not die when they are slain. One only dies when their heart becomes empty of emotion and lingering attachments. My flesh may be sundered, my blood may be spilt. But as long as my heart burns brightly and passionately, I shall not die!
[Biomancy and potentially Perpetual powers, my favourite because, whencombined, they can give normal humans enough regen and physical boosts to do whatever the plot demans. Now imagine that on a psy-active, melee proficient (for his tier standards) Primarch with xianxia lvl (and non retarded) martial arts. That's a lot of dead enemies]
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>>4697569
Empathy/mindcontrol comes under telepathy
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>>4697492
Do recall that Lieren has achieve a fraction of true enlightenment, which mean there will always be room for improvement. You can keep your Immortality vote in a safety box for rainy days or til the next vote.
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On a side note I like to image Lieren as he is now kinda has a lot of similarities to the Emperor pre-removal of the Star Child from his soul.
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>>4696721
>>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love
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>>4697569
I agree with your assessment but the Astral Projection option tickles my fancy for several reasons. Lieren could possibly send a message back to his army if somewhat unlikely this way. That and I would find it funny to see his legion try to divine advice from their Primarch using Journey and seeing it always first point towards this is just a guide not hardbound rules.

Also thinking about it now there will inevitably be rumors of a 2nd legion space marine being saved from death because their copy of the Journey (Pre-Great Crusade untranslated 3rd edition of course) threw a blade off course of their heart.
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>>4697640
>Also thinking about it now there will inevitably be rumors of a 2nd legion space marine being saved from death because their copy of the Journey (Pre-Great Crusade untranslated 3rd edition of course) threw a blade off course of their heart.
>or bolter round
>or flak cannon
>or heavy stubber
>or las cannon shot
Always keep your books close to your hearts lads
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>>4696721
>>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love
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>>4696721
>>4696841
These are all tough choices to just pick one.

>>4696733
>One does not die when their body fails and withers. One does not die when they are slain. One only dies when their heart becomes empty of emotion and dearest attachments. My flesh may be sundered, my blood may be spilt. But as long as my heart burns brightly and passionately, With my friends and followers and family still relying on me, I shall not die!

I choose this one. It seems in keeping with the upcoming Yan sacrifiices that we're trying to avert, Lieren's own observations of the spirits encountered and that there are things beyond the mortal coil that must be faced. He could be like those things, but at the same time in a manner of his choosing, embracing the power and harnessing it for love and prosperity of his fellow human.
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>One does not die when their body fails and withers. One does not die when they are slain. One only dies when their heart becomes empty of emotion and lingering attachments. My flesh may be sundered, my blood may be spilt. But as long as my heart burns brightly and passionately, I shall not die!
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What if lieren becomes the warmaster? How would that change the fate of the crusade or the heresy?
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>>4698061
The Journey of One Thousand Li begins with a single step.

Or

Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves.
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By Logar's hairline that's a lot of votes. Calling the vote now.


One does not die when their body fails...:5
What I face, feels no love....:11
The forces that plague this realm, be they material or immaterial....:12
Emotion is a tangible force...:1
Life is but a transient illusion...:1
Life and experience are understandings of things subjected upon us...."1
While everything in the world is in conflict...:1

TOTAL VOTES 32! I mean just God damn!


A real close race here, as this is one of the thus far rare votes where the options are mutually exclusive.

But the "Malal" write in wins and uh, that means I get to write something I am VERY excited to write.

Anyways, writing what happens now

To celebrate. Some suitable music: https://youtu.be/YJ9QOxzPaak
>>4696969
>>4697040

Welcome!

>>4697462
I bet the big guy would be happy for his brother.

>>4697381
I think about that a lot.
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>>4698176
Oh Christ, We are fucking Malice's chosen?
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>>4698191
We warned you bros! This is the canon timeline! We gonna get purged for being the Chosen of Malal

MALAL PLAYED US LIKE A FIDDLE!
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>>4698191
We always been.
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>>4698176
>VERY excited
What have I wrought upon us, bros?
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>>4698191
>>4698204
>>4698205
>Just as planned.
Isn't that Tzeentch's domain though?
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>>4698191
>Oh Christ, We are fucking Malice's chosen?
Makes sense I suppose.
Malal probably sent us here specifically to breed this kind of resentment and (for lack of a better word) malice towards the negative aspects of Chaos.
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>>4698191
Ever since thread 1, friend. He's the one who changed canon and made us land on Shangrala.
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>>4698204
The golden faggot is a tyrant.
He will join the chaos gods after we deal with them.
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>>4698215
Tzeentch wishes he could play 4th Dimensional Water Chess like Malal does.
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>>4698226
>Tzeentch: HOW?! You don't even exist!
>*Dabbing from Daemons of Malal Intensify*
https://youtu.be/PI5EwW6fGZw?t=118
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>>4698214
You have brought us salvation, brother.
For us and all of mankind.
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>>4698176
>But the "Malal" write in wins and uh, that means I get to write something I am VERY excited to write.
>that song choice
Hell fucking yeah, let’s make Chaos our bitch
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>>4698214
Entertainment.
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>>4698224
The Emperor did the same were doing right now.
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>>4698282
Like Father like Son... or is it the other way around?
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>>4697492
Because while we can probably get away with being a little sui-ish, going full immortal kind hearted genius truth seeking warrior psyker without faults is full sue. There should be a limit to how 'special' we are, though it's up to everyone as to whether that happens.

>>4698204
Would certainly be a fun twist.
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>Malal is so good that he posed as an anon and made a write-in solely to further his influence over Lieren
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>>4698314
I hate that you had to find out like this, Anon.
What a complement though, you old charmer.
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maybe we're a piece that become the Chaos God of order or whatever bullshittery creates the living saints and so on.
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Moving independently of the rest of your being, your lips shuddered upon the warm summer breeze. From the stygian depths of the realm of your subconscious mind, you returned carrying a message penned by the very nature of your gentle soul. A lesson imparted by the disconnected consciousness of all mankind and all else that thought and felt. A teaching of life itself, spoken for the first time and perhaps the only time such wisdom shall be uttered by living lips. Knowledge both ancient yet newly made.

It was not wisdom inborn, nor knowledge gifted. It was a truth gleamed from comprehending the inner self, the shadow and light that existed within all beings. Your gaze had turned more deeply inwards than ever before and at last met its own reflection.

The fraction of enlightenment danced upon your tongue, unknown to your conscious mind until the very moment it was spoken.

"The forces that plague this realm, be they material or immaterial" Your voice sang to your ears, as if spoken by a separate tongue and guiding intellect "Beasts or tyrants are results of excess and intemperance"

A cooling wind danced around your body, a long silence at last shattered as all of your being, every inch of flesh every particle and atom of your material existence shivered in anticipation to hear the rest of the always known yet suddenly realized information that flew from your lips like a flock of birds before a storm.

"I empower my allies who in turn empower me" Your voice spoke joyously and gently, as you sat alone in the serene sea of your own mind, focus undivided and focused solely upon your own existence "The cycle is without end and beginning and with its power"

Distantly, you felt your impassive and emotionless mask crack, as a curling grin spread across your expression, a confident grin replacing stoic determination and silent introspection.

"THESE THREATS WILL BE MADE UNREAL!" A deep, growling roar crawled from your throat, screaming in its flight towards the heavens as you threw your head back. The very ground quaked and the winds themselves paused as if terrified.

"FOR! Nothing is real but what you create and what we create is reality!" A chant, hopeful and indomitable followed the dark roar from within, as the sun burns brightly after a long night. The winds dance once more and bird song joins the rallying cry of the words learned and spoken from your own soul.

"A reality" A gentle whisper dance across your tongue and over your lips, to gingerly fall on the gentle winds of summer as your conscious mind slowly began to awaken "Where The Rot is denied flesh. The Blade is denied blood. The Body is denied intoxication. And The Mind is denied schemes"

There is a sensation akin to suddenly waking, similar to the sound of a rifle shot or shattering glass. Your golden eyes open to see the world both brighter and darker. Sitting still in the Lotus position, you sit alone in field drowned in blood and death. Though fog clouds your vision,
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>>4698346

your mind has become unburdened.


Unburned by both rage and sorrow. Once more your volatile and potent emotions have been tempered and their reins returned to your steady hand. Taking a breath, it felt as though it was the first of a new lifetime, fresher, cleaner. Untainted by the tragedies of war and pain of its reality.

You had found stability once again, and anchored yourself to the foundation of a mind calm and empty of both worries and fears. No longer are you troubled by such internal division. Where once raged a storm of wild and uncontained emotion, now lays a calm sea of unbreakable determination and indomitable conviction.

Slapping your hands onto the ground, you stood, clad is scarred and battered steel. Burnt and torn silks danced on the wind as it flew over your completely uncovered arm. Iron hued hair wet with sweat and blood gave its scent to the wind. Golden eyes starred out to the endless expanse of white and grey fog, burning as two wells of raw intent and resolve.

Lieren awoke once more and you understood what must be done and what was required of you. With renewed purpose, you once more took your weapon in hand, and began to drag the tools of your fallen enemy back to your wayward steed.

The injured mare lay surrounded by corpses. Smiling sweetly, you paused to mend the poor beasts injuries. She was of good stock, it'd be a shame to waste such potential to apathy.
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Lieren's shadow flickered behind his back, for a moment splitting in twain. Unseen to his own eyes, his already potent and brightly burning soul roared and grew, as it paradoxically fed upon itself as fuel without depleting. Such introspection and meditation, had loosened the chains that bound the young Primarch's existence. Raw potential had been tempered and tamed. A crack in the vessel had been repaired with gold. The bottle had been filled and then corked. A dam had been broken and repaired. As a fire may be put to a torch, Lieren had set his own soul and mind, sharpening and refining his very being through his many hours of meditation and contemplation. An unassailable fortress had become a weapon as well.

And the boy had cultivated his essence into a useable tool. In the sea of the Empyrean, it was as if a stone had been tossed into its vastness, ripples gentle moving through its entirety unseen by material eyes yet felt by many.
-

On a distant battlefield upon war torn terra, the second legion of the emperor's Astartes were embroiled in one of their earliest conflict against monstrosities that had called themselves men, but could no longer be considered such so twisted were they by augmentations both mechanical and biological. Their orders were clear, they were to hold the line alongside the lesser elements of what would become the imperial army and be forever remembered as members of the "Old hundred". It was a storm of death and madness. An assault that aimed to weaken the ever tightening hold of the emperor's grasp upon
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>>4698350

mankind's birthright.

Hordes of monstrosities both mechanical and eldritch surged across the field like a living wave. Boiling pits of ancient industrial wastes and long abandoned ruins of ancient and arcane industry covered the battlefield like constructed seas and mountaintops. A black smog coated the field. The light of the genemoded warrior's visors had shifted from a baleful red to a piercing gold by the cover of the toxic air.

They stood as giants among their lesser comrades. They stood as one. Their armor yet unadorned and yet unnamed the second stood resolute before the living horrors they faced.

A blanket of dread had fallen over the minds of there mortal allies. In the face of such overwhelming aggression and brutality. A single space marine spoke, stepping forward as the yet unmarred badges of office shown brilliantly over his Ceramite armor illuminated by the dim glow of his gene brothers' visors.

With a voice as sharp as a monofilament blade and as concussive as bolter fire, the untested captain spoke with a gravitas befitting of a veteran of Millennium of warfare.

"Our orders are explicit. We must hold the border against the wild fury of these rabid dogs" His voice crackled over a uncountable voxes, carried across the entirety of the battlefield. The Legion master himself, the first, bowed his head in understand as he stood at the vanguard of the defenses "Not a single step back shall be taken, we will not falter in the duties entrusted to us, we shall not fail in our responsibility to hold the line and protect those who lie beyond it. Our mission is clear, here we shall make our stand, valorous AND INDOMITABLE! FOR THE FUTURE OF ALL MANKIND, WE SHALL NOT BE BROKEN, OUR DEFENSIVE LINE SHALL HOLD"

"NOT ONE STEP BACK!" The legion master's voice bellowed over the vox as he raised his personal weapon, a power spear he had felt a certain connection to when he had been shown his wargear before his first engagement within the unification war "THE LINE MUST HOLD, OUR ORDERS HAVE BEEN GIVEN AND WE SHALL SEE THEM CARRIED OUT. FORWARD MY BROTHERS IN ARMS! AS ONE!"

As one, uncountable voices cried out, Astartes and man alike. Not one step back. As one, the second surged forward to match the storm that sought to drown them in their infancy, moving as a cohesive whole to uphold the task entrusted to the yet fledgling legion. And alongside them, marched the lesser armies of mankind, their fears banished at the mere sight of such dutiful valor.

The captain who inspired such magnificent courage and forged the first bonds of comradery among his brothers, fell in this conflict, dying to shield the Legion master from a barrage of explosive ordinance. Though his name passed unremembered, his selfless act rippled outward and set the second upon the path that would define them until the day they met their father.
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>>4698352

In many ways, their manner and culture would begin to reflect that of the regiments who shed their blood alongside them in a battle that would one day fade from memory into legend
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Beneath a distant star, upon a planet named Colchis, the priest Kor Phaeron suffered fitful dreams and torturous nightmares. When he awoke a single memory remained within his mind. Two hateful orbs of golden fire and a warning spoken in hushed whispers and growled fury. "Fear the golden eyes". Desert winds howled around the shaking, sweat drenched man as he sat alone in darkness. His adoptive son slumbered, a source of comfort as they key of his retribution and reascension to rightful powers. Yet his mind could not be calmed by such reassuring thoughts, The visions of his dreams haunted him yet despite the extraordinary power of his adoptive son.

"Golden eyes" The once priest king muttered to the darkness that surrounded him "why must I fear golden eyes?"

The only answer he received, was the silence of the night and unheard laughter in a realm beyond his perception. The laughter of thirsting gods
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A farseer had fallen to the floor, crying out in agony as a golden light burned through the now bubbling liquids that had once been her eyes. Eldrad was already at the side of his fallen kinsman having sensed the force that so wounded her before it had lashed out against her. Already his mind probed the Aether searching for the source of this sudden and violent assault upon the mind of such a potent pysker.

The future had shifted, destiny had altered. A blazing vision of golden light fluttered across his mind's perception. A warrior at once cast in shadow and glowing with a brilliant light. The eightfold path denounced and turned inwards.

A man who should not be as such. A man who had been torn from the destiny written for him by the hands of cruel gods.

"Curious" The farseer upon the floor gasped, suddenly ignorant of the agony of her injuries "How curious"

A knot twisted in Eldrad's ancient mind. Hope and dread intermingled. This was most unexpected
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Four players sat around a table upon which the fabric of reality was laid over. They argued and cursed, accusing the others of treachery and underhanded tricks. A war was fought in the war by the four, as they raged and snarled, furious at the deception the others had no doubt carried out in an attempt to strengthen their own standing in the eternal game they played.

As their attentions turned once more inward towards self destruction, a shadow moved to the momentarily abandoned table, the game of wits and powered ignored by the infuriated siblings. With a flick of its wrist, a singular soul moved upon the board, a purely symbolic act committed in mockery. The slain and unborn being's sole piece in the wager of souls among the uncountable pawns of the other four. Silently and unnoticed, the shadow once more ceased to be and the game resumed once more.
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>>4698354


The four began to once more argue which of their number could best manipulate the piece in question, unaware of how its position upon the cosmic board had been ever so slightly shifted. And thus, none could agree on who the piece would belong to and so any attempts to move or take it were contested by the hands of the other three.

So the piece yet remained free.
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Jinhai was confused. He had sworn his eyes, which had never lied to him before, had shown him a strange vision. For a moment, he could have sworn he had seen Lieren upon a distant field, cloaked in fog like the most resplendent of vestments.

"Young Jinhai?" The black general asked gently as he noticed his sudden shock of confusion that had run through his fellow general's expression. Beautiful Daiyu turned her dark eyes towards him as well, concern shining within them

"are you alright?" the veteran among the three questioned "You seemed startled, is something amiss? If you are stressed by the duty before us, it is completely forgivable to excuse yourself from this discussion"

"I am fine, I must've drifted off for a moment is all" He says with a meek smile, receiving a judging glare from his fellow "King of war". Rong cackled behind him, and yelped as Zian smacked him to remind him of etiquette

"Do I bore you so deeply?" Daiyu asked with a playful flutter of her eyelashes. Jinhai's eyes fluttered. Daiyu blinked and shook her head, clutching it for a moment.

Jinhai realized then he must need more rest. He could've sworn Gao Daiyu's eyes had briefly shimmered as gold like the eyes of his dearest friend and teacher.

He would return to his tent early this evening, to give his strained mind the sleep it clearly needed.
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It was a long ride to the capital, but you could not rest or delay. Innocent lives were at stake. With an almost serene sense of conviction, you road towards your destiny no matter the form it would take. This was merely an extension of your lifelong duty and endeavor to defend and uplift the downtrodden and abused. No matter what enemies or monstrosity that awaited your arrival at the capital you would march forward unafraid. Even if death is where this Journey would end, you continue upon the path you had chosen without hesitation.

If one life could be saved, even death would be reasonable price to pay. If many could be saved, it was a pittance of a price.

However, there must be a plan of action. Tactics to be employed. How would one prevent such an atrocity before it had begun to be carried out? What method would be most efficient in this selfless endeavor?
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>>4698356

How will you approach destiny, Lieren?
>Ride boldly to the capital and "Allow" yourself to be captured, before revealing the truth of the Yan's vileness when a suitable crowd gathers
>Infiltrate the walls of the city as unseen as the wind . The Fox shall find its throat torn to shreds before it even recognize the threat you pose
>A direct assault! The walls of the heavenly city shall fall and the Tyrants shall learn of the wrath of a giant! There is no time to waste!
>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found
>write in?
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>>4698354
>Four players sat around a table upon which the fabric of reality was laid over. They argued and cursed, accusing the others of treachery and underhanded tricks. A war was fought in the war by the four, as they raged and snarled, furious at the deception the others had no doubt carried out in an attempt to strengthen their own standing in the eternal game they played.
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>>4698358
>>A direct assault! The walls of the heavenly city shall fall and the Tyrants shall learn of the wrath of a giant! There is no time to waste!
>>Ride boldly to the capital and "Allow" yourself to be captured, before revealing the truth of the Yan's vileness when a suitable crowd gathers

They have no idea we know what we know. We have to 'attempt' a fight and then be forced to surrender when they reveal their hostages. Stealth would likely be impossible as just found out here in the field. With their home team advantage, huli jing would sniff us out instantly.
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>>4698358
>A direct assault! The walls of the heavenly city shall fall and the Tyrants shall learn of the wrath of a giant! There is no time to waste!
>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found

I propose we sow some chaos (hah) and then seek out this scholar. We can also judge how the Yan react to such a sight while we goo looking for him.

Also, goddamn Malal, you've really outdone yourself here.
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>>4698354
>Beneath a distant star, upon a planet named Colchis, the priest Kor Phaeron suffered fitful dreams and torturous nightmares. When he awoke a single memory remained within his mind. Two hateful orbs of golden fire and a warning spoken in hushed whispers and growled fury. "Fear the golden eyes". Desert winds howled around the shaking, sweat drenched man as he sat alone in darkness. His adoptive son slumbered, a source of comfort as they key of his retribution and reascension to rightful powers. Yet his mind could not be calmed by such reassuring thoughts, The visions of his dreams haunted him yet despite the extraordinary power of his adoptive son.
Already plaguing the nightmares of Chaosfags and they don’t even know he exists.
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>>4698358
>>Infiltrate the walls of the city as unseen as the wind . The Fox shall find its throat torn to shreds before it even recognize the threat you pose
>>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found
Good lord I'm torqued. One hell of an update right there.
Also, fuck you, Phaeron. I hope you never have a restful night's sleep again.
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>>4698358
>write in?
We must not lose sight of the enemy play, we must return to our people and tell them to pull the enemy back drawing out the fight that a small and elite team might move in to infiltrate the Capital! The enemy commander must not fall for they are the first domino in a great disaster!

We have to get word to our people somehow!
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>>4698371

They do have instructions to march for war if we are unable to return, so they can continue as they have and wage war against the Qilin's generals.
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>>4698358
>Infiltrate the walls of the city as unseen as the wind . The Fox shall find its throat torn to shreds before it even recognize the threat you pose
>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found
If we find the scholar first he might help us with knowledge of the city as well.
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>>4698363
I think they do. When we looked at Aiguo's memories, there was someone talking to us that could have been the daemon.
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>>4698358
>Infiltrate the walls of the city as unseen as the wind . The Fox shall find its throat torn to shreds before it even recognize the threat you pose
>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found
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>>4698358
>>Infiltrate the walls of the city as unseen as the wind . The Fox shall find its throat torn to shreds before it even recognize the threat you pose
>>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found
What a great update, it’s good to see how our boys in the 2nd are turning out. Also we gotta keep an eye on Jinhai and Daiyu, it looks like they might be latent psykers or at least Jinhai is
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All these are good options, I dont know what to vote for. I think I'll trust the more smarter and ambition anons.
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>>4698359
One thing I'm waiting expectantly for is when Big E appears on the scene. With how Malal's writing has been going I'm sure it'll be great, but I just can't wait to discover his take on Emps and how powerful he is compared to the four. Also if he's going to notice at all that we may not be 100% his son.
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>>4698392
I support this combo.

And I don't think Daiyu is a psyker, given that we have been empowering everyone. And maybe Jinhai isnt either, but he is certainly more likely.
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>>4698358
>>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found
>>4698350
>Lieren's shadow flickered behind his back, for a moment splitting in twain. Unseen to his own eyes, his already potent and brightly burning soul roared and grew, as it paradoxically fed upon itself as fuel without depleting.
Thinking about it aren’t pertetuals like this?
>>4698399
Lieren is 100% the Emperor’s son. He’s just different from what the Big Four intended him to be.
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>>4698398
Every vote matters anon, go with whatever you ffeel like or whoever's makes the better argument.
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>>4698358
>>Infiltrate the walls of the city as unseen as the wind . The Fox shall find its throat torn to shreds before it even recognize the threat you pose
>>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found
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>>4698421
>>4698392
>>4698388
>>4698377
>>4698367
I feel I should remind everyone we were noticed by the daemon before this.
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>>4698425
Aye. And out in the field. Their surveillance would likely be even stronger in their capital.
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>>4698425
yeah your right actually, changing >>4698421
to.
>>Ride boldly to the capital and "Allow" yourself to be captured, before revealing the truth of the Yan's vileness when a suitable crowd gathers
I guess we'll see how inspiring our new found powers are.
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>>4698358
>Infiltrate the walls of the city as unseen as the wind . The Fox shall find its throat torn to shreds before it even recognize the threat you pose

Let's do this sneeky beeky like, before the actual Beakies are even a thing.
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>>4698399
I'm waiting for Lieren's first warp jump so we can spam memes at him. It wouldnt be too out of character since its, you know, the warp.
>big titty ship milkies
>fuck Kanzeon she wants the D
>THE ULTRA MARINES ARE THE GREATED IN THE UNIVERSE
>[tiananmen square copypasta]
>ramranch.mp3
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>>4698358
>Quickly infiltrate the walls of the city as unseen as the wind . The Fox shall find its throat torn to shreds before it even recognize the threat you pose
>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found

>Write - In
Upon entering the city, quietly break the gates, this will be fundamental for have the people escape and thus avoid their sacrifice. If there is any symbol of the Yan or their foul patron, on our way break it with righteous hate (while not being seen).

(since i think is still relevant, i am going to repost a write-in that i made in previous thread.)

>Write-In
Upon arriving on the capital, we will write a message and leave it on the saddle, for then send our horse back to our army.

We will tell of our mission success, and explain what we now know, as well our current location. For our army is fundamental they concentrate on their battle against the great general, afterwards they will need to march on the capital. If the great general posses a champion with a weapon of sorcery, don t give him time to use it, kill it. It can be taken down, but it s as dangerous as a magical beast. The Journey words are detrimental to it, so use them.
The weapon it self shouldn t be touched, after the demise of it s user. It should be wrap in cloth and locked inside a robust box with guards watching it while not near it.
After the battle when you are ready to march towards me, remain wary on the road. Even if i am able to defeat the Yan in their lair, it s unclear what could happen in the capital region or if the other servants of Yan will still fight against us. I expect the land, the city and the people to be in a misery without end, they will be desperate. So bring more supplies and reinforcements from Nothing.
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>>4698439
>the entire argument about killing the horse or not presented to him as visions of a play
>Warhammer High shown to him as a vision of a show but it’s vague on who the girls are related to
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>>4698452
>mlp
>pol
>random
>Chris Chan
>o
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>>4698452
https://youtu.be/kNjUiDpLvlQ
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>>4698373
you mean march to war and play into the exact plan the enemy have enacted where they want us to kill their army?
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>>4698450
Big support from me. It both gets us into the city quietly and sends word back to our friends on the situation.
Also, wow, Jinhai is a psyker.
Also also, FUCK CHAOS, FUCK PHAERON and most importantly FUCK EREBUS.
>>4698439
>[tiananmen square copypasta]
In the closing days of the 30th millennium when Leman Russ and his legion descended on Shangrala, nothing happened.
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>>4698302
Too late anon, the vote was alredy over
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>>4698358
>Infiltrate the walls of the city as unseen as the wind .
>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found
>The Fox shall find its throat torn to shreds before it even recognize the threat you pose

Can we infiltrate, then find and secure the scholar and RIP AND TEAR Yan a new asshole? It'd be sweet if Guozhi can find a buddy to restart the order, assuming all goes well.

Also super excited to find out what we actually unlocked. Is it weaponised insubordination?
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>>4698358
>>Ride boldly to the capital and "Allow" yourself to be captured, before revealing the truth of the Yan's vileness when a suitable crowd gathers

>no one recalls huli jing scrying us when we tried to hide.
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>>4698557
For fucks sake I said that over here >>4698425
The voters at point are pretending to read the quest or forgot before the last fight (which wasn’t long ago) stealth completely failed.
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>>4696841
>support

We shall deny them, for we are them
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>>4698564
Mate, its a little hyperbole, why are you ragging on me. sides im agreeing with ye.
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>>4698571
Didn’t want come off as that but it really does feel like some voters aren’t even thinking.
>>4698568
Where is an imperial slowpoke when you need it?
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>A direct assault! The walls of the heavenly city shall fall and the Tyrants shall learn of the wrath of a giant! There is no time to waste!
>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found
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>>4698352
>THE LINE MUST HOLD, OUR ORDERS HAVE BEEN GIVEN AND WE SHALL SEE THEM CARRIED OUT. FORWARD MY BROTHERS IN ARMS! AS ONE!"
>As one, uncountable voices cried out, Astartes and man alike. Not one step back. As one, the second surged forward to match the storm that sought to drown them in their infancy, moving as a cohesive whole to uphold the task entrusted to the yet fledgling legion. And alongside them, marched the lesser armies of mankind, their fears banished at the mere sight of such dutiful valor.

Our legion is pretty cool
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>>4698358
>Infiltrate the walls of the city as unseen as the wind . The Fox shall find its throat torn to shreds before it even recognize the threat you pose.

Let's kill and hide as many evil guards as possible so they can't kill people when ordered
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>>4698564
We should pretend that we are infiltrating so they let us in to ambush us, then, before thay can do it, we go ballsdeep into the city and kill the army and the nobles before they can harm anyone
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>>4698626
I agree. I like that it seems their culture is being shaped by the forces they're serving with. I've always thought that the Old Hundred were very unique. Makes me wonder where the legion's recruitment pools are from though.
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>>4698425
The daemon only noticed when we got closer.
Much better to only fight through the palace than the entire city.
Also calm down dude, being confrotational makes people disagree with you out of spite rather than change their mind.
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>>4698358
>A direct assault! The walls of the heavenly city shall fall and the Tyrants shall learn of the wrath of a giant! There is no time to waste!
>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found
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>>4698358
>Ride boldly to the capital and "Allow" yourself to be captured, before revealing the truth of the Yan's vileness when a suitable crowd gathers
>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found
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>>4698425
>>4698564
>>4698557
By that logic they will also know that we surrendering will be a trick. I figured that even if they know we are in the capital they will not know exactly where.
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>>4698358
>A direct assault! The walls of the heavenly city shall fall and the Tyrants shall learn of the wrath of a giant! There is no time to waste!
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Awesome update was awesome malal
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>>4698688
To be fair, the demon only saw us when we got within a hundred meters of her tail. But we have part of her tail on us.
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>>4698450

Supporting this.
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>>4698776
Just saying that since she both detected us when we got close and she saw us looking at Aiguo's memories both sneaking and surrendering is probably not going to work well enough even if we destroy the tail. If we sneak in however, there is a chance she doesn't detect us until we get close enough or she wouldn't know where exactly we are.
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>>4698388
>>4698450
I will support the write-ins too.
If our allies know that we are alive and well, than they won't suffer from a lack o morale. And it also gets rid of the tail so the daemon will have a greater difficulty of pinpointing where we are.
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>>4698639
Probably from the orphans and volunteers from the old one hundred?
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>>4698358
>Infiltrate the walls of the city as unseen as the wind . The Fox shall find its throat torn to shreds before it even recognize the threat you pose
>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found
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>>4698450
Support, whole stop.
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>>4698970
Perhaps. When the legions were founded, Emps typically made them with as pure stock as he could find from conquered or consolidated territories and domains. Only six of the twenty lacked founding from a specific geographical region. I'm not sure if there would've been a large enough recruiting pool if Emps just took from Old Hundred orphans, legions were created with about +10,000 original members and it should be expected that some recruits didn't make it to full astartes.

>>4698450
Changing my vote, supporting this.
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>>4698521
this is my post. changing to
>>4698450
as well to support the write in of breaking the gates.
Also writing in to burn the demon fox tail before we enter the city. I think we should use Lieren's mental assaults of Journey reading while we do so.
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>>4699224
>burning the tail of a daemon who controls fire
??????????????
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>>4699227
Daemonfire is different from normal fire, specially if it is empowered by some aort of faith.
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>>4699232
Support destroying the tail. We can get more samples later.
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>>4699227
You don't know shit about the Warp and it's nonsense I see...
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bros reading this while high is invigorating. I feel the connection and meaning put behind every word, holy shit bro. I am hungry.

>>4698450
Good shit bro support
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>>4698404
I change my vote to >>4698450

I don't think the horse will make it, but if any horse can, it's Cui Fu the steed.
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>>4699257
Did you see a pair of golden eyes and suddenly feel inspired?
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>>4699263
I swear, if it doesn't make it back I'm gonna sob.
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Changing my vote >>4698673 to support >>4698450
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>>4698450
Support
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>>4699280
He is a warrior of legend, steed of the greatest warrior to ever walk the lands of Yan. No mere army may stop his ride!

>Inb4 we empower our horse along with our human allies
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>>4699227
Gotta burn fire with fire
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>>4699263
I want the horse to live. Granted I also wanted the ox to be petted, but this horse. This horse has a ton of character and I like it.

So whatever option saves the horse. That's what I want.
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>>4699447
The horse is a chad. It's more probable that it will kill whatever tries to hurt it than any the way around.
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>>4699447
There is, literally nothing stopping us from keeping both. The old ox will receive all the pets and get bows tied to his horns, and Huángmǎ (name suggestion for our horse) gets all the big mares.
I think Lieren presence will passively affect the animals to be more magical or smarter or etc.. I don't know. Does anyone know how animals react around primarchs.
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>>4699455
Angron was pretty fond of his primarch sized pitbull iirc.
Make of that what you will.
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>>4698450
Send Horse to safety and to pass the word brothers!
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>>4699462
the path forward is clear to me.
we must clooect ten more animals for that animal chinese new year zodiac thing.
all of them will be primarch tier animals.
>super primarch simulator.cogitator
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>>4699479
We could just create our own zodiac based on the Fauna of Shangrala and create forms for each of them.
Yeah it would be a massive pain in the ass and really convoluted, but it's not like it didn't happen historically.
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>>4699482
This doesn't even have to be legion related. We could just be a farmer. And we got these twelve legendary animals just because we could.
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>>4699489
Well, we always said that if Gao wasn't an asshole we would just be a farmer and hunter in nowhere for our entire live.
I wonder what would happen if that where the case when the great crusade reached the planet.
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>>4699499
>"I HAVE COME TO BRING YOU INTO THE FOLD, MY CHILD. YOU ARE A GENERAL OF MY OWN DESIGN, KIN TO MYSELF AND ALL OF MANKIND."
>"My father was a farmer sir, I'll have to ask you keep such tasteless jokes to yourself."
>"ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU FEEL NO DUTY TO LEAD, TO ENSURE A BRIGHTER TOMORROW FOR EVERY MAN?"
>"Oh I'm sure I would have if the Yan Dynasty didn't collapse decades ago."
>"I SEE. AM I TO ASSUME YOU HAVE SPENT YOUR ENTIRE LIFE TOILING IN THE FIELDS WITH NOTHING TO SHOW FOR IT?"
>"I wouldn't say that. Come out back and gaze upon my great work!"
>"THIS...THIS IS A PETTING ZOO."
>"Name one other petting zoo where you can pet a damned fog panther."
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>>4699534
>THIS ONE!
>You truly are my father!
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>>4699270
hell yeah bro
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Calling the vote now. Glad you guys enjoyed the update.

A DIRECT ASSAULT:4
Ride boldly to the capital and "Allow" Yourself to be captured:4
Find the Scholar: 18
Turn back:1
Infiltrate the walls of the city:16
Break the gates to allow escape:12
Write a message to your forces and send it back with your horse to explain the current situation:12

Total votes 25

So, Lieren shall infiltrate the walls of the capital, breaking the gates before beginning his search for the unknown scholar and after sending a message back with his noble steed

Writing now and happy Saint patrick's day.

>>4699257
Sounds fun
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>>4699727
Also after rereading yesterday's update I was reminded of one of my favorite songs

https://youtu.be/kVW5rjA5O7U
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>>4699728
Nice.
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The veil of night seemed strangely darker tonight. The capital could be seen upon the horizon, rising from the fog as an affront to the natural landscape, a man made mountain built of wood, brick and iron. Its ethereal silhouette stood within the fog, a thousand upon a thousand fire lights burning like earthborn stars. It was the heart of Yan civilization and its corrupted roots. A home of Tyrants and their prey, a place of worthless extravagances and pointless wealth.

How the sight of it sickened you. By the next dawn, the destiny of Shangrala and her people would be decided within that walled monstrosity. The den of tyranny would become either the end of a nightmare or the death of a dream. Either the Yan Dynasty would fall or you would leave this life and discover what truly awaited men beyond the veil of death.

Any other man would feel hesitant or even afraid of the prospect of undertaking the duty you must fulfill, for not only the prosperity of all but for their continued existence. A devil lived in the grandiose halls of the fox kings, and another born in flesh sat upon the throne. And beneath their heels innocent souls meandered through the streets of the capital city, unaware of the grisly and utterly foul fate that would await them should you fail in taking the heads of spirit and man alike.

Perhaps future generations would remember this night and the dawn to follow, perhaps in distant days it will become a cause for celebration and eventually naught but legend. Perhaps like the Dai monks, the events of tonight would fade from history lingering only in the minds of those who considered you friend. There was no way of foretelling the outcome of your actions, but they were necessary.

It would be impossible to stand idly by and observe silently as countless innocent lives were condemned to an early tortuous end. The coming atrocity must be averted, or you shall no longer be worth of even the name you had given to yourself. The one worry that still haunted your mind was the possibility of failure, that you be forced to witness the tragic ends of many whose sole crime was believing their masters. As they had been groomed and trained to. Whose only folly was fleeing the ever growing shadow of an unseen beast, an ogre of an endless appetite of the foulest of atrocities.

No. Such a reality could not be allowed to pass. The only blood that shall be shed upon the heavenly capital shall be that of your enemies or self. You shall avert this crisis and undo the wrongs yet undone. This is the reality you would create, even if it required every drop of your blood and the final breath of life to bring it into being. A price all to easily paid. For what is one life in comparison to countless others?

With your resolved reinforced and steeled, you turned back to your noble every loyal companion. Your yet nameless horse, who can sense the coming of bloodshed and is as ever eager to enter the fray.
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>>4699784

"My apologies my wild friend, but I must enter this battlefield alone" You say softly, attempting to sooth the roiling bloodlust within your steed's mind as he stomped his hooves and snorted as if in protest.

Patting his flank gently, you shook your head.

"No, I must march alone. A fool may call it destiny, a scholar would refer to it as an undeniable urge, but I know it as simply as the driving force behind my life. I cannot endanger another nor stand by as another is threatened. I could not bear to see you slain so close to the end of our journey together" You sighed as the mulish horse whined and tried to buck your hand from its side "Worry not, for you have a greater purposes yet to fulfill my old friend, before the war's end"

Bowing his head, your steed acknowledged your words and unspoken commands to halt. Smiling kindly, you ran your hand through the beast's coal black mane, sighing once more as your hands reached the base of its neck. For a few moments, you remained still, not moving from the position of petting your ever present companion. For the first time since you left the mechanicle egg that birthed you, you would be truly alone.

But such solitude would not last long. Either you would return to the open arms of your comrades, or you would fall and join all other men who have died in the mystery beyond life. But whatever fate awaited you, you would succeed in saving all those taken as hostage by the Yan Tyrants. A reality where you failed, you simply refused to allow to come to pass.

Moving at last, you savored the taste of the summer air before you began to pen a message, written in fresh ink upon an unsullied roll of silk, that you had intended to use as a bandage should the need arise.

"My most treasured allies in struggle and friends in comfort. I write this message to inform you all of the success of my personal mission to capture the lord of the Northern Yin, Yin Aiguo. However, I shall not return to your company yet, for his memories revealed to me an atrocity that I cannot allow to come to fruition. For if I were to shirk my duty, my hands would by innaction be stained in the blood of countless innocent lives. So I must march forward to the capital, to the source of the oppression we oppose.

This letter was penned a day's ride from the heavenly capital. By time you have received it, I will have either emerged victorious against the wicked heart of Tyranny, or fallen upholding my beliefs and refusing to be a witness to such horrors and foulness as the Yan had planned to commit upon their own people. I promise I shall succeed in saving the wayward souls held hostage by the Fox king and most sinful of creatures, Yan Weizha.

It is vital that you concentrate upon your own battle, against the tyrant kings uncle, Yan Zihao, and do not worry of my fate until you have yourself achieved victory. Allow no distractions or doubt cloud your hearts or minds. Upon the eve of victory, march to the capital.
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>>4699785

A warning should be passed on as well, for Yin Aiguo held a sorcerous tool of devastating power. It is possible that Yan Zihao is in the possession of such a destructive force as well. If in the old fox's hands lies a strange weapon or babble, do not hesitate to end his life but for the sake of your own lives and those of your men, do not allow him to awaken its potent power. It is as dangerous as any magical beast I have faced, Thus I advise caution when facing the King's uncle.

Verses of the Journey have proven, in my lonely and distant travels, to be able to disrupt such forces. Recall my lessons, and you shall have a weapon to match even the deadliest of sorcerous tools. If such a weapon is brought to field by Yan Zihao, do not touch it with bare flesh. Wrap it in a waxed cloth, and lock it in the most robust of boxes able to be found or constructed while not under the watchful eyes of a rotating guard force.

When the battle is won, as I had prior ordered, march to me in the capital. But remain wary. Many foes yet surround us. Servants of the Yan, or chaos birthed by my actions could harry your journey to reunite with me once more. I expect the land, the city and its people to enter a time of misery, so bring with you fresh reinforcements and supplies from The lands surrounding Nothing.

We shall meet again. Be it in this life or the next. Our dream will not wither and wilt away. All shall be well soon.

Humbly, Lieren of Nothing, Proud son of the farmer Wenyan. May your lives be ever bountiful and filled with ease"

You only allowed time for the ink to dry, before carefully stowing the message in a small box of steel, wrapped in waxed cloth. Taking the spirit's tail and the six fanged spear, you whistled sharply, giving the order for your steed to return along the route you had taken.

Then, without delay, you turned on your heels and marched defiantly towards the heavenly capital, to at last bring an definite end to all this madness and bloodshed.

It was as child's play to avoid the attention of the guards upon the wall and roads. Many of them were more concerned with finding food to fill their empty stomachs or more perceptive to the snapping of twigs and whistling of the wind than your passing, afraid of unseen monsters and devils in flesh coming to reap a harvest of their flesh and souls. They were in a pitiful state, these men, but the wild fire of a cornered animal's will to live burned in each of their eyes. They'd be a dangerous adversary should they meet your own army as foes.

Those upon the wall, were better equipped and fed, but not less paranoid. With a few startled birds and rodents, they were distracted or scared away from their posts, as you slipped from shadow to shadow, snuffing out oil flames and lanterns lit by tinder and resin, the same manner as your "Eternal" lights upon the Giant's road. No doubt learned in your years of service to Gao.
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>>4699787

It is contemptible that such a simple commodity was hoarded yet by the wealthy and elite. It was so inexpensive, to make such a long lasting fire, and yet the foxes still hoarded its secret like the most flawless of jade. Simply disgusting.

You moved across the wall, as the moon reached the apex of its path through the heavens. One by one, the six gates of the capital city were broken in ways that could not be seen by those posted upon them, even those trained to understand the mechanisms that controlled the towering gates. Namely the locking mechanism. It was advance compared to the technology of the other lands once held by the Yan dynasty.

But compared to Kanzeon's body and inner workings, it was barbaric and crude. With a few misplaced springs and gears, the locking mechanism ceased to function. An undetectable sabotage.

Now the people could flee and escape with their lives, if the worse caste scenario were to occur. Stepping off the wall, and crouching upon the tiled roof attached to its side, you looked over the city and admired its peaceful state for awhile.

It was much larger than the city of Twin Dragon's Folly, as the city Gao once lorded above had been renamed. It was a landscape of itself, lit by lantern light and bustling with activity. Men of all creeds walked the streets of the capital, dressed in colorful robes of silk and cotton and stranger textiles yet, music played and the aroma of exotic and strange spices filled the air. But such life was but a façade of peace, for among them moved an army, dressed in armor painted gold and white, the reverse of the northern Yan's colors, a sign of their undying allegiance to the house of Yan. And in the lantern lit streets, no children played and no women walked even accompanied by an escort. Further shattering the illusion of safety and prosperity woven by the nobility.

Snarling with a closed mouth, you stood once more, turning your eyes to the Celestial incarnation palace, the heart of the Yan kingdom and home of your most dangerous adversary yet.

Then, among thoughts of tearing Yan Weizha's throat from his blubbery neck, an idea passed through your mind and brought with it renewed clarity.

The scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. Who reeked of crude gunpowder and became ill at the horrific scenes of hedonistic excess and pointless sadism within the celestial incarnation palace. He no doubt was the one who gave the Yan their primitive firearms. His mind would be a valuable asset against the king and his master, if he could be find.

So you leapt silently to the nearest rooftop, in pursuit of the new quarry of your hunt.
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Yunru sat alone, in the palace he had been gifted. He had sent the servants and wife he had been gifted away from his side, to feast and celebrate his ascension to nobility and the prestigious office and social standing that had proceeded such an honor. Honor, he could not see it as an honor any longer.
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>>4699789

He was a slave to a mad man. What evils may reside within the hearts of the rebels, were insignificant to the vileness of his lord. Yan Weizha had gone insane.

He dreamed of burying the entirety of the heavenly capital alongside himself, in a final display of power and impotent pride. Yunru had only learned of the mistake in lending his genius and allegiance to such a man at the dawn of would seem to be his last summer. How naïve he was, how foolish. to make such a folly. He thought the weapons he created would serve to return peace to the lands, but now he realized the dreadful truth.

He had armed tyrants and callous killers with the weapons so powerful they had no equal upon the battlefield. And worse yet, he gave him the means of producing the ignition powder so thoughtlessly. So thoughtlessly had he handed over the reins of the fates of the city, its people, and the world.

Now, with a noble name that would die with him Cao Yunru sat alone in his study, a prototype firearm held tightly in his hands, pressed against his temple. He was a gentle soul, a kind and generous man. He could not stomach being a pawn in such a wicked game, nor the orchestrator of such mindless destruction. A cowardly, shameful way to die. but at least he could face the heavens proud and untainted.

The sights he had seen, would never leave him, even if he could somehow escape the coming doom of the heavenly city. It was the only way to atone for his folly, the only way to be forgiven from his crimes. A single pull of the trigger mechanism, and it would all be over. Peace would return, and his genius would no longer be able to abused and twisted to such cruel ends.

Click.

There was a loud but muffled pop. No pain. Yet he remained conscious. He was not dead. The smell of the black powder filled his study, clouding his vision. Was it divine intervention? A misfire?

His eyes opened, tears streaming down his cheeks and dripping from his chin. And what they saw, froze the very blood in his veins.

A gigantic hand, gripped the ruined remains of his intended tool of suicide. Soot clung to the jadelike skin of the appendage, and he realized what had foiled his escape attempt.

The Ogre . Yunru struggled to speak, panic replacing the acceptance of defeat and sorrow of his grave mistake. The Ogre stood behind him. He had no heard him approach. The Ogre was in the capital.

A low, pathetic whimper escaped his lips. As images and depictions of the beast ran through his addled, tortured mind.

And then, a voice like the gentlest of autumn winds, and sweetest birdsong reached his ears. It was disappointed, and pitying.

"Such genius should not be lost to sorrow or grief, nor shame or guilt" The Ogre spoke, like a man as with one bounding step, he stepped before Yunru's schematics table.
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>>4699792

He was a man, a giant man. No beast or creature. With hair seemingly woven on unwrought iron, and a handsom face. He wore strange, and clearly damaged armor, over a dirtied and tattered robe of silk. The stench of death and black powder clung to him, Yet there was a gentle, beautiful smile upon his lips. The only mark upon his body, was a three stripped scar upon his bare shoulder.

Otherwise, he seemed as if the incarnation of beauty and grace and composure, yet also the avatar of strength and conviction.

He was like a god!

A long forgotten feeling of serenity settled upon Yunru's mind as the giant standing before him gingerly, and carefully placed the ruined wreck of his creation in front of him, and took a seat across from him, kneeling upon the floor to look him into his eyes.

Yunru began to weep once more. Not from guilt or fear or disgust. But awe. Two loving, gentle eyes stared into his. They were gold, true gold. Unlike the garish dress of the Yan beasts. But warm and reassuring gold. Natural and good
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This was troublesome. The scholar with an intellect to rival Shan or Dandan's own natural genius had just attempted to commit suicide in front of you. Luckily your flesh was sturdy enough to endure the force of the primitive pistol he had been trying to use to end his own life, even if your soot covered hand now stung fiercely and reeked of gunpowder. Now he was crying and sobbing again, overcome with awe at the sight of you and your sudden intervention.

The man was lucky you knew his manner already, or else you may have found a twitching corpse in his place.

What shall you tell the man, Lieren?
>Bluntly tell him you are here to kill Yan Weizha and purge his corruption from Shangrala
>Gently and sadly ask what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life
>Introduce yourself, and briefly explain the situation before asking if he would wish to aid you in anyway.
>Simply offer him redemption and a second chance.
>Write in

It begins
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>>4699794
>>Bluntly tell him you are here to kill Yan Weizha and purge his corruption from Shangrala
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>>4699794
>Write in
Before we do anything like asking him for help, I think he really needs a friend night now to confide in. Give him a hug, tell him he's a good man, give him a shoulder to cry on. Gotta let the man heal a bit. I'm fine with whatever is the general consensus is but I thought it'd be nice touch to gently hug him.
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>>4699794
>>Bluntly tell him you are here to kill Yan Weizha and purge his corruption from Shangrala
>Simply offer him redemption and a second chance.

Atone for you misdeeds, do not seek to take your life when you could be saving others. Think of all the trapped women and children with nowhere to go.
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>>4699794
How isolated is his Manor? Are all of his servants and guards away celebrating? Asking because I'd like to know if the option to reforge our armor is possibly on the table. I hope we managed to save all the parts of Chen's wargear, or we might have a Ship of Theseus conundrum to think about.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ship_of_Theseus
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>>4699794
>Bluntly tell him you are here to kill Yan Weizha and purge his corruption from Shangrala
>Introduce yourself, and briefly explain the situation before asking if he would wish to aid you in anyway.

"Let s unite our forces and save the people here. For start, we need a way for them to go out instead of being locked inside. I have already compromize the city gates, what you suggest wise scholar ? I would also like to hear your opinion about the palace of the king and what s the best options for attacking it. Beside this as (spit on the ground) the pig Yan Weizha, decided how he will start the sacrifice ? If he was vainglorious enough to make it a sort of feast, we could have more time on our hands for ruin his plans."
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>>4699794
>>Bluntly tell him you are here to kill Yan Weizha and purge his corruption from Shangrala
>>Offer him redemption and a second chance.
seems straight forward enough, and i don't want to sit around too long with this one. time is of the essence.
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>>4699794
>dressed in armor painted gold and white, the reverse of the northern Yan's colors
Guess that scheme's out.
>>Gently and sadly ask what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life
>>Introduce yourself, and briefly explain the situation before asking if he would wish to aid you in anyway.
Six is the number of Slaanesh, be on the lookout for anything that suggests a Fullmetal Alchemist situation. The fact that there's six gates doesn't sit well with me.
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>>4699794
>>"Cao Yunru, there is still time yet to redeem yourself. I beseech you, aid me in striking at Yan Weizha and saving those he would feast upon in his callousness. Nobody besides the tyrants of Yan's court need to die this day."
>>Explain to him your sabotage of the city's gates and inquire as to where their gunpowder and weapons have been stored
I figure detonating their entire powder supply would be a great distraction as we liberate the captives.
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>>4699824
The fire might spread. This city is partially made of wood and I don't believe they have a fire department yet.
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>Write in
You are brave but naïve t think ending your own life would undo what has been done, the ending to this tale would still come and you'd simply not see the end of it. Come help me bring this sordid liege down from their throne of cruelty and madness."
Take a moment to rest a hand on his shoulder.
"I've come here to end this before needless lives are lost. I have sought you out to aid me that you might show that virtue that lingers in your soul. Let us save this place, I am Lieren. Now take my hand and tell me your name that we might finish this"
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>>4699826
It would be dangerous, but I can really think of no better way to keep the guards busy and render them unable to mount a defense against our forces in the coming days.
It all really depends on when we do it anyhow, with the safest option being detonating the powder stores as the captives are approaching the gates.
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>>4699831
if it does scare people enough to cause the to flee the city, it could work, but there might be some causalities. Then again major casualties are what we want to avoid to prevent the daemons to get their power ups, so scaring people out of a burning city might work. We'd probably want to burn the whole place down anyways due to how demonically tainted the whole place is. You're on to something.
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>>4699836
All of this is just wishful thinking until we can get the captives moving and actually locate their powder stash.
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>>4699794
>Introduce ourselves
>Ask him why so sad
>Offer him redemption
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>>4699794
>Gently and sadly ask what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life
>Introduce yourself, and briefly explain the situation before asking if he would wish to aid you in anyway.
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>>4699785
>>4699787
>literally the most important bit of information not mention
I would like to point out that Yan Zihao and his men are SACRIFICES. This means that they are likely a virtuous bunch and are clueless about Weizha’s actual aims. I also doubt they have another “sorcerous weapon” when they can barely maintain the lock on one of their six gates.
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>>4699836
>>4699831
>>4699824
Why are you guys discussing this? If fatso and his pet daemon die then our problems here are solved. There should be plenty of victims that’ll vindicate our claims and no one else here is going to want to kill children.
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>>4699794
>>Gently and sadly ask what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life
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You know I'm glad we elected to find this genius of firearms. To see his life snatched away so close to prosperity would have been. . . Tragic.
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>>4698399
I mean, taking what says in Magnus's novels, pretty sure he knew to some level that Magnus warp powers weren't entirely inherent from him, especially with the flesh change strongly pointing towards that.
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>>Bluntly tell him you are here to kill Yan Weizha and purge his corruption from Shangrala
>Simply offer him redemption and a second chance.
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>>4699534
Big boy Empy gonna pat dat cat.

>>4699794
It doesn't really get going until we free the slaves of the bomb-collared slaves of that Vishnu idiot, but this is a most-acceptable start.
Scholar does indeed look to be a thoughtful person, if naive.
>>4699797
Idea for the introduction:
"You would know of me as Lieren the Ogre. I have come to free this land of the tyrant that is the hoarder or prosperity and excess. Would you join me, bring your knowledge and innovation to the side of the people?
"I am but a single man bound by the laws of the world to be in one place. Men of noble hearts pure thought are needed to bring my plans and actions for civility and community. Men who consider their actions and their consequences, who put their very being into the benefit of their fellows. With my golden eyes, I see you and your sins made with the best of intentions and I say that ALL IS NOT LOST. Make it right. Help me."
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>>4699794
>Introduce yourself, and briefly explain the situation before asking if he would wish to aid you in anyway.
>Simply offer him redemption and a second chance.
We.know what he saw, now it's time to stop it.
>for among them moved an army, dressed in armor painted gold and white, the reverse of the northern Yan's colors
So white and gold was Yan's color too after all.
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>".. And no man looked to Malal then, save those that serve that which they hate..."
>FormerlyGaoServant.txt
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>>4699794
>Gently and sadly ask what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life
>Simply offer him redemption and a second chance.
>Bluntly tell him you are here to kill Yan Weizha and purge his corruption from Shangrala
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>>4700012
+1
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>>4699794
>Gently and sadly ask what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life
>Simply offer him redemption and a second chance.
>Bluntly tell him you are here to kill Yan Weizha and purge his corruption from Shangrala
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>Gently and sadly ask what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life
>Simply offer him redemption and a second chance.
>Bluntly tell him you are here to kill Yan Weizha and purge his corruption from Shangrala
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>>4699861
>>Gently and sadly ask what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life
>>Introduce yourself, and briefly explain the situation before asking if he would wish to aid you in anyway.
i support this option.
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>>4699794
>>Gently and sadly ask what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life
>>Introduce yourself, and briefly explain the situation before asking if he would wish to aid you in anyway.
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>>4699794
>Introduce yourself, and briefly explain the situation before asking if he would wish to aid you in anyway.
Malal. We are the mixture between emps and Malice. White and gold armour. WHITE AND BLACK IS MALICE AND FUCKING EMPS IS GOLD. Our damaged white and golden armour is how you can see we also follow malice.
Also I'm the anon that suggested the road and I loved that you used my argument as the argument of Lieren.
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>Gently and sadly ask what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life
>Simply offer him redemption and a second chance.
>Bluntly tell him you are here to kill Yan Weizha and purge his corruption from Shangrala
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>>4700551
What's with the twink?
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>>4700558
He is a 'Twunk' anon, now apologize
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>>4700566
I don't apologize to effeminate homos.
Give me context or give me death.
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>>4699794
Offer head pats
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>>4700566
his a ragging faggot, you queer.
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>>4699794
>Introduce yourself and gently and sadly ask what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life then offer him redemption and a second chance by aiding you. Tell him you are here to kill Yan Weizha and purge his corruption from Shangrala.
A mixture really.
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>>4700771
The "what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life" part is so he tells us the enemies plans.
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So with White and Gold being the colours of Yan it puts a not so good feeling in my stomach about using that as our colour scheme. This was one of the other ideas suggested way back when. what colour scheme do you think we should go with?
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>>4700833
I would suggest we wait at least until we conquer the planet or meet Lieren's Legion first before choosing because any color we choose might be already used by future enemies(like that Vishnu king).
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>>4700833
So? White and gold is aesthetic
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>>4700833
Isn't the Yan coloring like, the opposite? It's mostly gold with some white, whereas the designs we got are mostly White with some Gold.

Personally, i think White & Gold looks best. And it's an inversion, right? Of the Yan colors, so it's good enough.
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>>4700833
Anons I'm going to be real, A) good color scheme I like it, B) just because someone who was a dick used similar colors doesn't mean we just completely write it off as an option the azure and plum are OUR colors. Not Gao's.
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>>4700840
>for among them moved an army, dressed in armor painted gold and white, the reverse of the northern Yan's colors, a sign of their undying allegiance to the house of Yan
White and gold is Yan, gold and white is their army.
>>4700837
This guy gets it. Wait for the 500-post debate about paint jobs until it's actually time to decide.
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>>4700842
>>4700840
>>4700833

You want to know something. Even including the Gradient one which is a neat concept that I thought was cool, none of them look unique. Not a damn one.

I hate to be the fucking troll but they all feel fucking bland. Green is dark angels and salamanders and Sons of Horus (before they went black right? They were green?). White and Gold is fucking Lunar Wolves (Again before going black and maybe green) and White Scars. Blue is fucking Night Lords, Ultramarines, thousand sons (later) and Alpha Legion. The Gradient one at least had some cool element to it with the plum.

Like if we want to do Jade and Plum, we can use a different color green like Necron style teal or adding some more blue elements to the green and then plum which would be incredibly unique and beautiful if done right. We can still keep the golden elements on such a design too. Just please- let's try to at least give it some variety. I hate being the whiny bitch so please consider.
>>4700837
This is the way. We fucking wait to see what the legion is.
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>>4700846
No, Yan is Gold and White. Their army is also gold and white? Their description says gold and white, and the Yan's also says gold and white.
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>>4700857
I'm literally quoting the update. Take it up with Malal.
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>>4700017
>>4700857
The king's personal army is Gold and White, their northern family is whie and gold. The northern family is the army that our allies are marching against.
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>>4700849
Lunar Wolves wee never white and gold, just white and black. Also, literally every color has already been used. Stop trying to go for "much never seen before color"

Wacky combinations are ugly. The gradient was ugly. Using Necron colors is cringeworthynd trying to add random colora for the sake of originality is retarded.
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>>4700865
Are you're talking about the old fox? Yin's armour was gold and white
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>>4700867

There's other colors that haven't been used, which are perfectly usable. You can do certain colors without it being ugly, though I do agree adding uniqueness for uniqueness sake is kind of shit and I forget that Luna Wolves were black and white, and just Horus had the gold.

Though there are colors that do not have legion use. Orange, Light Blue (not Grey Blue) Teal, and dark red. Those don't have to be cringe and I was merely noting the color type, not the pallet, because going straight necron colors would not work on a space marine.

I just want it to look good and not have it be a dark angels rip off or an ultra marines nock off or an eldar nock off. If we do it, at least make it look like a distinct legion.
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>>4700883
Green is only used by the Salamanders at this point. The pre-heresy Dark Angels are black and red and Horus only went green after Ullanor.
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>>4700865
>>4700869
Maybe that was a mistype? The only northern branch we've heard about were the Northern Yin not Yan.
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>>4700883
I'm pretty sure there's a lot of chapters with dark red
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>>4700869
Mate, did you read the update we been quotting to you? Malal just wrote that the loyal to the Yan are Gold and White (guess what he was) while the cadet branch is is White and Gold.
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>>4700869
We don’t really know anything about the old fox.
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>>4699794
I was thinking the same thing as >>4700888
Malal, for the sake of clarification and settling things, what are the colors of the line the King belongs to?
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>>4700888
Maybe.
Fucking space-chinese and it's naming coventions. I'm putting it to the top of the list of things to fix after we are done.
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>>4700892
Ah, found it. There's the Angels Vermilion, Flesh Tearers, Angels Sanguine...
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>>4700893
Than why was the first description of Yin Gold & White? Unless it's he Fox who's white and gold it makes no sense.
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>>4700902
Honestly I don't know and I'm starting to get confused.
I'm just going to blame some weird custom or internal politicking and move on before I end up rereading the past threads looking for an answer.
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>>4700867
>>4700849
>>4700883
Luna Wolfs became green after they became Sons of Horus.
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>>4700849
Also, Pre-heresy Alpha Legion's "blue" is metallic turquoise(a mix of blue and green) with silver highlights.
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personally? the whole "we must not take this color for it is bad and is from others" is kinda stupid, not gonna lie.
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>Ultimate plot twist
>All this shilling of green and white
>Canon conspiracy of the mentors often being addressed as the mentor legion
>Role/themes of lessons and education
>All that other bullshittery

We are the Mentors
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Honestly once we start fitting them with the addons that speak to our origins like chinese stylings and maybe fog panther capes from their graduation kill, they will start looking very distinct. I dont think we need to worry too much about about that.
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>>4701055
I'm really digging the green, gold and white.
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Im kinda over green
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>>4701193
In my opinion, there's way too many legions using green. It feels generic.
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>>4701299
One legion currently uses green. The Dark Angels are black and red and the Luna Wolves won't be Sons of Horus until after Ullanor. The Salamanders are the only one right now.
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>>4701055
I like that, that looks pretty cool how that one is. Maybe it's just the detail.
>>4701027
Welp.
>>4700949
Yeah I forgot about that too. I knew it was but it's just so often portrayed as the standard blue.
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>>4701055
Wait, there's addons? How did you add that in the space marine legion generator?

Also, about the jade thing, you know there's white jade, right?
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>>4701381
There are sliders for standard ornamentation and other fancy shit. If you want legion-specific designs or aesthetics, you can select canon legions to go off of. It looks like Anon went with White Scars for that one.
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>>4701381
Instead of using generator, use the constructor tab.

You'll need to select every piece of Mk 2 armour but then you have full customisability, up to making a composite armour incorporating mk 2 to current.
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>>4699794
Introduce yourself, and briefly explain the situation before asking if he would wish to aid you in anyway.
>Simply offer him redemption and a second chance.

The other options seem either too blunt or verging on the emotional manipulation scale, let's be sincere without losing time, we need his help now before our army kills the Yan's last force.
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About the color scheme, I'm really fucking confused. Didn't the Yan have a Gold (main) + white(secondary) pattern? Why do they suddenly have both for no reason? I'm starting to think that Malal lowkey doesn't like the white+gold and prefers the plum and azure that he picked (I personally think is ugly as fuck and has a clear reference to Gao the asshole cultist, Slaanesh and Tzeench, no matter what people think or try to argue). I will stick to pure White (both the color of purity and death, because hur dur dur Astartes, the Angels of Death)+Emps (because Emps and his conceptual and symbolic value and psyker mojo).
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>>4701662
>The King of Space-China's house colors are colors prominently featured in real-world Chinese culture
A scheme worthy of the Alpha Legion. How could such a thing have happened? You're right, this is clearly a plot against your preferences.
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BTW, good job with the power up write in, I still think that creating a conection with Malal can backfire massively, but if the stable, continous Paradox soul powerup works like the lore makes me think it does, and the human Waagh field works anything like the orks, I think we are going to get swole and powerful as fuck from fighting for tens of thousands of years alongside thousands of astartes and billions of above average storm troopers (the IG kind, not the Star Wars losers). Also, our veteran Heroic units could get permanent boosts in line with mankind's Krork equivalent (aka, Perpetual Mega Psyker Geniuses, like Custodes or mini Emperors). Emps is either going to hate us and kill us immediately or love us forever, again good job and I can't wait to find out.
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>>4701672
Lol, how funny, because there is literally no other color that an open Slaanesh cultist could use aside of white. Gold I can understand, but white doesn't resemble purple in any way. You are right tho, I feel angry that plum and azure has been wanked as a symbol of hope and prosperity and white and gold as the enemy, bad, don't touch, Chaos. In the end we will pick whatever our legion picks or the players vote for, so no point in arguing over it. As I said, I'll stick to whatever I like, you are free todo the same
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>>4701662
the dress Lieren got given in Azure and Plum was sweet as fuck, nobody can deny.
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>>4701688
To be fair, anything looks good on Lieren.
He's just too damn fashionable.
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>>4701691
I don't think Lieren could rock a mowhawk and punk dress, It'd be like watching a body builder try and slip into a leathers, you'd get a warthog from overwatch sorta look
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>>4701684
If I were Slaanesh or Slaanesh-related, corrupting the symbolism of the color white (purity, fulfilment) would be a fun time. But you are right. If you want to vote to paint our sons in the colors of a slaaneshi tyrant, it is your right to do so.
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>>4701688
I can.
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>>4701706
I dont know about the Mohawk, but he can definitely wear leather. He'd just end up looking like Raoh
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>>4701743
Technically his colours were Pink, then Maroon then Purple from most to least dominant. Azure was the departure that made it clear that we were our own authority with edgings of plum to be similar to our lord without being confused for being a member of his house.

But hey, this is semantics and people will still get hung up on if it's right to wear it due to being a gift from a person we hate.
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>>4701675
I didn't think of this, when the psyker tendencies were being announced and it does seem more appealing now.

>>4699534
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X4N936oDeWI
This is Lieren's zoo.
It will be a beacon of hope for all the downtrodden and cute felines on Shangrala and across the galaxy.

>>4699794
>>4700012
Also shipping the idea of this man and Dandan starting their very own forgeclan with grandpa Shan.
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>>4702050
>Also shipping the idea of this man and Dandan starting their very own forgeclan with grandpa Shan.
Dude's old and married. I do like the idea of old gunpowder dude teaming with Dandan as some kind of teacher, though. He was able to figure out crude gunpowder weapons on his own, so imagine what he could do with our level of technology.
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>>4702050
Why do you want tk do this to the poor guy? Remember that Dandan is VERY fucking intense and practically a living, breathing artillery warcrime... but on the other hand, they can give us better weapons, so I approve
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>>4701743
Then stop complaining and propose a color that is cool and is also not trademarked by said Tyrant's patron god or it's asshole Schemer sibling...or both, like other people did. If the Yan's colors were corrupted in any way just by one chaos guy using them, to the point that not even Lieren, of all primarch, can uncorrupt it, 30k would turn into 50k fast. Now seriously guys, let's just stop this and talk about something constructive, because I left a few hours ago to avoid (both reading and starting) further pointless arguments and I got another headache just from seeing this shit start again.

On possible topics, what do you guys think our new hack soul-loop and anime "power of friendship and love" upgrade will do, because it's clear that at least Jinhai and Gao's daughter got Familiar'd by lieren, or at least got a soul link. If this work like a waagh, but instead of violence it's fueled by love and good vives, how far do you think we can go considering how much of a chad Lieren is? Will our primach get stronger if Shangrala' IG regiments think he is invincible? Will he get an even biggus dickus if we stablish proto Sisters of Battle in shangrala, that just so happens to be made of Vishnu amazons? Please feel free to shitpost
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>>4702065
Uncle Shan then. I didn't mean Shan was specifically married in, but helping raise the kids to be proper pyromanic craftsmen.

Maybe Dandan and this noble can offset each others manic tendencies, hold hands tenderly and bring about our very own warhead weapons. Like autocannons and bolter ammo with detonator pins instead of that mass-reactive stuff.
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Mfw I realize that the fat boy could have lied against murdering, thhose people, but that was the only way to bring Lierene to them to deafeat him away from his army to dupport him.
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>>4702254
So if we marry this guy with Dandan, in a thousand years we'll get a guy Mechanicus guy called Mak Guiver? And another guy, this one a noble on Dandan's branch of the family, that gets announced in court as Great Duke Nukem?
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>>4702271
HAHAHAHAHA he made a m8stake then, because we got a power up from his bullshit and now want to see him get 1000% murderblended
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>>4702271
It was a miscalculation either way given that Lieren's a hunter at heart.
Being able to go at his own pace without having to worry about his team is when he's at his best.
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>>4702286
the fuck? Where did that first "guy" and number eight came from?
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>>4702271
Are trying to say that the king made the army gather civilians to fake doing a mass murder, just so he could tell a plan to one of his most trusted generals, and sent him far away from the frontline with many of his elite and better equipped soldier, betting on us finding a archeotech that can read minds and that we would target that general in particular, and sucessfully extract the memories, just so that Lieren could learn of the plan and than decide to march alone against the capital?
That would be an anime level of asspull of a plan.
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>>4702303
I dont know man
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>>4702303
the powers of chaos is stong. anthing can happen
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>>4702303
>Yan Emperor: Oh~, my beloved daemonette, I have cooooooom with a devious plan: we will atract the Ogre into our fortress by threatening to do nasty stuff to all the innocents in my kingdom, specially the children.
>Lieren: Koolaid man's his way into the palace, now with psyker abilities.
>Yan: Not as planned, NOT AS PLANNED
>Daemonette: Errr, you got it wrong dude.
>Changeling: That's what you think bitch.
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>>4702310
>>4702306
Yeah, but that level of convoluted is Tzeentech's thing. That slanneshi daemon is going to get sued.
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>>4702320
Read my post, kek
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>>4702320
Not if they have a Tzeentch sorcerer on their payroll.
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>>4702366
Considering that their ancestor fought with the tzeentchians of the mountains, than any sorceror would probably be in a breach of contract.
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>>4701800
I meant Yan, not Gao.
>>4702183
Nigga the Ultramarines are bluer than Tzeentch and purer than any other legion, as GW so loves to remind us. The Dark Angels and Salamanders are green and entirely Nurgle free. Lemme lay out the reasoning for and against the two leading options as fair as I can manage, so you can stop brining this up. Commenting "suggest something" and then "stop taking" is retarded, so let this be the last of it until we are actually talking to the Emperor about it.
Case for White/Gold
>Looks cool (subjective)
>White is for half of Malal's scheme and purity
>Gold is for Dad
Case against the White/Gold
>Colors of a man who's very existence is anathema to our philosophy, corrupted by daemons, planning on mass-sacrificing innocents so we can't have his land. An utterly repulsive person with no redeeming qualities.
>White is already the main color of two other legions
>I don't like it (Fair, but not an actual reason)
>White has no significance or ties to us. (Gold does, though just our eyes)

Case for the Blue/Purple
>Looks cool (subjective)
>We're using it already, it's become synonymous with us
>We've made it a symbol of hope, prosperity, and benevolence throughout Yan, people love it
>There's a song about it (not our favorite one though)
>Gradient is unique
Case against the Blue/Purple
>Gao gave it to us (Holds the most water, but Gao also gave us Jinhai, the Black General, and others. Clearly he doesn't have the Midas Touch of shit.)
>I don't like it (Fair, but not an actual reason)
>Colors are for Tzeentch and Slaanesh (non-issue, see above)
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>>4702461
I'm personally of the mind that we just incorporate our personal colors onto on of our pauldrons and just stick with whatever livery the 2nd Legion has already fought and died in.
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>>4702522
I agree. Erasing legion culture went poorly for every Primarch who did it. There were always veterans who thought it was better the way it was and Lieren strikes me as considerate enough to try to take their feelings into account. But we meet them and they're something along the lines of the II Legiones Astartes Ass Blasters in their hallowed livery of orange, olive green, and bruise purple, we've gotta help them out.
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>>4702623
I wouldn't mind an orange paint scheme.
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>>4702630
It's a hard color to use well, a little goes a long way. But if you wanna try your hand at Chapter Generator, I'd be all for seeing it. Some anon said previously that it was one of the only colors the Legions didn't use. Maybe a sort of sunset/sunrise motif? That might be nice.
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Calling the vote now. Sorry for the wait, had a few rough days

Bluntly tell him your plans to kill the King and purge his filth from the world:12
Give the poor man a hug:1
Simply offer the scholar of black powder a second chance and redemption: 12
Introduce yourself and briefly explain the situation:12
Gently and sadly ask what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life:10
Explain you have broken the gates and ask where the gunpowder and weapons are stored:1

So Lieren shall introduce himself, before gently asking what could've driven him to attempt to take his own life, before offering him redemption and second chance to make Shangrala a better place, by rather bluntly explaining his plans to kill Lord Yan and end his madness.

Writing now

I counted the write ins with the normal votes, and will try to fit them into the update. Sorry again for the delay.


>>4702050
Hu got his nickname because he's missing around half of his teeth, thus, half jaw hu. Also nice edit there

>>4701662
Nah I wouldn't do that. Also to answer the confusion between the Yan and Nothern Yin's dynastic colors.

They are both gold and white HOWEVER I meant to put white and gold when I wrote the nothern Yin, as they, like Lieren when he was in Gao's service, are honored to wear the "lesser" portion of their masters regalia, with a hint of their main color. And I wrote northern Yan instead of Yin this update. My bad

So Yin Aiguo and his valiant cavalry who faced Lieren unafraid (As few have), wore white with gold. The remaining Yan forces, wear gold with white.

And to go on record I think white with gold accents is as fashionable as azure and plum

>>4699803
Lieren doesn't waste material, so yeah. Its just that all the forges to properly smelt the steel are in the lands held by his forces

>>4700012
Oh the king of kings will come. don't worry.

>>4700059
:)

>>4701027
Someone mentioned that in a prior thread, actually

>>4700497
It made sense
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inspired by this guys dudes, but Im having a hard time with it.
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>>4702700
Here ya go. Went for a brighter orange at the risk of making him look like he belongs on a construction site.
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>>4702728
Looking at that now, I can see where Chapter Generator's autoshading kinda bites it in the ass. Makes the chest look redder.
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>>4702728
hey that doesnt look to bad, very orangy but not to bad.
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heres an orange/white scheme
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>>4702770
missed the codpiece
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i found this. has the white and gold and black for that malal vibe
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this one is a top half / bottom half white gold jade green combo
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could do something like this with the armor white grey / Marble stone with gold trim, as opposed to the sheer white and gold of the yan.

Iunno
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>>4702801
i think that looks cool.
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How fortuitous that you arrived in time to avert the tragedy of genius lost and a life ended by its own hands. Smiling softly, in a manner similar to your own vulnerable father, you clasp your hands together to properly and respectfully greet the despairing scholar, the recently named lord Cao. He in return, spends a few breathless moments gazing into your eyes, drinking deep every inch of your being and admiring your features. It is obvious from the look in his tear worn eyes that he is comparing the reality of Lieren the man to the falsehood and propaganda of Lieren the Ogre.

Such a realization would create a hole in the walls of his mind and heart, and present a most obvious means of manipulating the man to join your cause and lend his intellect to this final hunt. However, while you have employed such methods before, to great effect. It would sour the tongue to so carelessly abuse the fragile emotional state of a man who nearly killed himself. Thought their are many taboos you would cross and shames you would endure to achieve your own dream of a prosperous world, some actions are too underhanded even for a trickster such as yourself.

At last, the spell that had fallen over the Cao Yunru breaks, and he returns your greeting, cupping his shaking fists unsteadily, eyes never leaving your own. He feels if he were to look away, you would vanish and deprive him of the sole chance to wipe away the shame of his misdeeds. There is a will to live, a curious mind within those sorrowful eyes. Lord Cao does not want to die, he has simply been driven to the edge of despair. Taking his life was simply the only means he had of forgiving himself for his folly and the damaged it had caused. But now you sat before him, as if by heavenly intervention, to perhaps reveal another avenue of redemption.

Unlatching your hands from each other, you press them tightly together and bring them between your twin hearts.

"You would know me as Lieren the ogre, I presume?" You ask genially, speaking as a sudden and unexpected guest should speak to their host "If it would not be impudent of me, I would ask to know the name of the lord of this manor if you are in such a state as to give it"

There's a pause, as the scholar breaks and he blinks rapidly to reassure himself you are material and not merely a delusion of a dying mind.

"Cao Yunru" He speaks, through his dried and thin lips. You had already learned his name, by briefly observing his quite plump wife boasting of his genius and prowess as a politician to bored members of the nobility you fear will meet their ends at the end of a hangman's noose, mostly likely your own.

You nod, as your host merely gapes and stares at you in a palpable mixture of awe and fear

"You are the Panther of the south, the untamed storm, Hell's son" He begins to mutter, slouching back in his chair and shying away from you as he speaks a plethora of titles and epithets you had never heard before
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>>4702811
"The traitorous builder, the usurping hunter, The false king of ogres, The unchecked slaughter, the hangman, The thrall master, the..."

"Well I have never heard myself referred to as such" You say with a broad smile, but the man does not take the hint and continues listing off the numerous damning titles the Yan have "gifted" you through propaganda and spite.

"He would deny the order of the courts, He would thirsts for noble blood, Defiler of minds and breaker of wills, Father of beasts, Son of the unconquered wilds, punishment of fools and philosopher of lies! " Cao Yunru continues as you squint your eyes and adjust your posture, so as not to show your distaste for the terms he refers to you with, and to mask your annoyance somewhat as well "I know why you're here! You've come to hang me haven't you? to punish me for my crimes of serving the madman Yan Wei"

The fool! he's nearly shouting now! His home's courtyard is filled with blind toadies and ambitious servants of the foxes. Does he still endeavor to commit suicide this night?! Reacting quickly you place your hand over his mouth, the sudden gust of air generated by the movement silencing him before the need arised to stifle his words phsyically.

"Shhh, we are surrounded by prying eyes and curious ears, my friend. I have not come to silence your genius nor to steal your life" You whisper into his ear, his entire body relaxing and going limp as he hears your words and realizes you haven't come to kill him in his own home, despite his recent attempt at doing such himself "If I wanted you dead, I would not have intervened when you attempted to kill myself"

"Oh that is most reassuring. I was certain I had met a violent and unfortunate friend" He mutters, his hot breath washing against your fingers. You pull your arm away from him, and kneel once more as he remains slouching in his own seat

"Which leads me to wonder, why you would do such a thing? I have seen men who have been driven to such despair before, but what could have inspired you to attempt to take your own life?" You ask in a worried yet soft and soothing voice, frowning as Cao Yunru averted his eyes in shame "It is quite upsetting to see any man driven to make such a decision, even if that man has aided my enemies. Tell me, oh wise scholar of blackpowder, what has made you so desperate as to not only contemplate, but to actually attempt suicide"

He is quiet for a long time, before he silently stands from his chair, and moves to a small cabinet nestled in the corner of his workshop. He retrieves a bottle of lemon brandy gilded with gold, as well as a small scroll set with jade, and a crystal vial of crude black powder.

Wordlessly, he returns to the table, pouring himself a glass of the strongly citrus scented and clearly inordinately expensive liquor into a half filled cup of dark, roasted tea. Liking the edge of the cup, he opened the small vial and wordlessly tapped a sprinkling of black powder into his drink
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>>4702814

before proceeding to take a sip of the bizarre concoction.

"All I ever endeavored to achieve, was happiness for my fellow man. Understand, that I have never meant harm to another living soul, throughout all the years of my life" Yunru mournfully proclaims as he unfurls the needlessly gaudy scroll "When I had heard a devil from the south was preforming mischief and razing the lands of my countrymen, I was horrified, I was terrified. Not for myself but for my fellow man"

You nod, seeing a small smile spread over the noble scholars lips as he once more appreciates your appearance and the realization you were no bloodlust filled monstrosity that existed solely to chew on the bones of maidens

"And, I had hear unsettling rumors of the strange capabilities of this monster's hordes, spoken in hushed whispers by the guard forces and few noble men who returned from the field in search of sanctuary and protection" He says, his voice cracking with pain and grief as he remises over his drink, tears still crawling across his face as he speaks "The tales of the roar of thunder called for by enemy mystics, and of unseen devils and evil spirits slaying men accompanied by a strong acrid odor, reminded me of an avenue of research I had pursued in previous years before realizing I did not have the funds necessary to see it complete, a blackpowder that reacted like a thunderstrike when ignited"

"Gunpowder" You say, still wearing a genial and courteous smile upon your lips "I knew of it for sometime before I myself began production"

"I was certain you were blessed with a sharp intellect the moment I heard the eloquence of your words and the wisdom with which they were spoken with. I had intended to use the substance as a form of medicine or a means of lightning fires in the rainy seasons" Yunru explains, his fears abated and mind relaxed by the gentle manner of which you've treated him and the liquor resting within his own stomach "But, I understood that we live in desperate times and the realization that the black powder I had created before could be used as a weapon, brought me to a conclusion. A dreadful, foolish conclusion"

You sigh through your nose and close your eyes

"Continue with your story, if you are able to. I understand it must be painful to revisit such memories. But I implore you to try to overcome your sorrow " You say quietly. Yunru gulps down the rest of his foul elixir and groans as the pain of his past mistake returns to haunt his mind once more.

"I managed to earn a audience with the King of Yan, to demonstrate I knew the nature of the weapons that were bringing such havoc to his people, and drowning the lands in blood" He says sounding haunted by the memory "I should've seen the madness in his eyes then, as I produce my first attempt to replicate the weapons fielded by the ogre's armies"
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>>4702816

"I had hoped then that the war would end by my intervention, and many lives would be saved by intervention but as the season passed I came to realize the hideous truth of my actions and the predicament of the country"

You open your eyes to seen Cao Yunru clutching his head and openly sobbing.

"I had given such dreadful tools to a man who cared not for the people, only his own pride and wealth. In attempting to avert catastrophe, I had invited it in!" The scholar wails as you cast your eyes downwards "My folly has allowed countless lives to be endangered, by gifting the madman with the means to end them all with but a single spark"

"So he intends to render the city to rubble?" You question as the man nods. So that explains the meaning of the Tyrants word's in the memory of his fallen attack hound. He would deprive his victims of even dignity in death, how monstrous. How enraging.

"I agreed to his suggestion to stockpile the vast majority of our "gunpowder" beneath the city, to ensure it would remain viable and out of enemy hands. But at the start of summer, he revealed to me his true intentions!" Cao Yunru wails, tears falling from his eyes like rain "And ordered me to light the spark myself, to ensure the destruction would be as complete as possible. He raved I would be rewarded in the heavenly realm for my loyalty but...but"

He sobs, his body shivering as he struggles to breath, wheezing and coughing while he struggles to speak, his face wet with tears and mucus as he struggles to keep from losing what composure he retains. You silently pour him another glass of his strange drink, dumping as little blackpowder into the liquor as you are able to before gingerly guiding the glass and the hand that holds it to his lips.

"Thank you, truly you're kindness surmounts the brutality wrongly attributed to your cause, noble Lieren" Cao Yunru whimpers as he splashes most of his drink upon his chest as he attempts to take a sip from his wetted glass "I never dreamed of causing any harm, I never wanted to be an accomplish to such atrocity. But by my folly, I have paved the way for a manmade calamity worse than any punishment given by the eight courts. I..I had no other choice, I cannot be forgiven for my crimes, I cannot right my mistake, I cannot undo the damages already done"

He wails and falls to the table, wheezing and moaning as the emotions that nearly brought him to take his own life pour from him like winds in a storm.

Carefully, you pat his back and press you hand between his shoulders, nodding your head as he shakes beneath you, crying as if his own father had died before his eyes.

"You are brave, but naïve to think that ending your own life would undo what has been done" You say pityingly, the sorrow in your voice intermingling with the grief he feels, making the entirety of the room feel cold and damp like an uncared for tomb "The ending of this tale would still come but you'd simply not see the end of it"
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"I know my death would change nothing, I know it is cowardly, but how else would I be able to reclaim my honor as an inventor, if not by offering my life in exchange for my horrid mistakes" Cao Yunru whimpers, laying in a pool of potent liquor and his own tears and drool. You gently right his posture to allow the gentlehearted scholar at least some of the dignity he deserves.

"The courts and all their lords cannot forgive my transgression, I must be punished for the crime of giving such destructive tools to a man maddened by his own power" He claims, hand reaching for a fruit knife carelessly left upon his table. You grab it, and crumple it between your fingers. There's a conviction burning in his eyes now, he's breathing heavily.

"I must die, or I shall never know peace" He mutters as a pained expression replaces the mask of mad grief he had worn thus far.

"How foolish, for one so wise. I understand your pain, and I do not lay the blame for Yan's madness upon your doorstep. But do not be blinded by the lies of a heart. You can yet be forgiven for your folly, my friend. As the dry field sprouts in spring, as famine end, you can be forgiven" You say warmly, moving your hand to his shoulder as you look near his eyes and smile once more

"So wise, so kind. Why would any man call you a beast" He sobs, hanging his head in shame yet again "How could I be blinded by such libel? But I doubt even one as enlightened as yourself could answer the question poisoning my heart. How can I be forgiven, when the blood of thousands shall stain my hands?"

You take in a breath and press your hands together once again, shaking them thrice in the air as you pretend to ponder the question. You already know the answer already, but humility and appearing less intelligent than you truly are, usually helps to ease the burdens of an unstable mind.

"Atone for your misdeeds, do not seek to take your life when you are still able to save others" You say blithely.

"How am I able to save a single soul? I'd be tortured for merely speaking against that beast, I have seen such horrors in the halls of his palace. I'd be butchered in the streets for preaching of his madness" He says in a furious whisper "How can I possibly atone by saving others, when they are blinded from the truth?"

"How could a simple hunter as myself bring one of the old kingdoms to its knees before the years end?" You question, wagging a finger in the air as you speak "Refusing action and remaining idle because the only path forward seems impossible, is foolish"

He sighs, and licks liquor from his hands in a barbaric manner akin to a cat washing itself. Jiang and Rudra have done similar in the past. How it curdles the stomach.

"There's a light in your eyes, that tells that you believe I can undo my folly by some means, despite my impotence and naivety" He says, voice serious despite his sudden childish lack of manners
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"You could have let me die, but saved my life, it cannot be purely out of benevolence that you have rescued me from my own heart. Lieren, your words have soothed me, your gentle manner has eased my pain. Your wisdom has prevented me from committing a great act of cowardice and forever shaming myself, but I still do not believe there is any way for me to be forgiven for what I have done"

"You could potentially help me bring an end to the sordid lord down from his thrown of cruelty and madness" You answer simply, cupping a hand to your chin as you speak

"What can I do, I am a fool wrongfully blessed with intelligence enough to wreck havoc through his own stupidity" Cao Yunru bemoans as he reaches for the bottle of lemon brandy once more. You grab it yourself and shake your head

"You seek to better the world, for the good of the people" You say happily, hoping to rally the scholar's virtuous spirit and confidence "I have come to free this land of a tyrant that is a hoarder of prosperity and excess"

He looks to you, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

You hold your hand out to him, palm facing the ceiling.

"Would you join me, and bring your knowledge and innovation to the side of the people?" You ask honestly, giving all of the respect the man deserves in your manner, quietly bowing your head to show your mean no offense or that you believe yourself as his better

"You've come to recruit me? as you have so many others, what have I done to deserve such reverence? I empowered your enemy, did I not?" Cao Yunru questions, seeming quite taken aback by your sudden offer of allegiance

"I've come to this city to end this war before any more lives are needlessly lost. It is true I have sought you out, so that you may aid me" You say, raising your head once more as you rise to stand to your full height "For I have seen the virtue within your soul. Let us bring salvation to this place, and find it for your own heart together my friend"

"What use would you have of me? You are blessed by the heavens, you've crushed the military of the greatest kingdom upon Shangrala at every battle it has fought against you, what purpose could I possibly serve in your benevolent machinations?" Cao Yunru asks, adjusting his posture and sitting properly in his chair, regaining his dignity at last "I cannot fight, I am not strong. My personal guards are few and untrained. I have no stock of the black powder myself. I would only hinder you in any attempt to claim the thrown"

Clapping your hands together you walk to his side and slouch to look near his eyes without appearing too imposing.

"As impressive as I may appear, I am but one man bound by the laws of the world to be in one place. Men of noble hearts and pure thoughts such as yourself are needed to bring my plans and ambitions for civility and community to fruition" You say kindly, speaking praisingly and confidently to the small , meek man seated before you

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>>4702823

Raising a fist into the air, your raise your voice, words filled with resolve and spoken in a tone so stalwart and strong it could cause mountains to shake. Hope burns brightly in the once hollow eyes of the scholar lord, his disbelief banished by the sheer certainty of which you speak of his character and virtue.

"Men who consider their actions and their consequences, who put their very being into the benefit of their fellows!" You proclaim, crossing your arms over your chest as you stand proudly above the grief-stricken Cao Yunru "With my golden eyes, I see you and the sins born with the best of intentions, and I refuse to believe you irredeemable as you yourself have. I say that ALL IS NOT LOST. Make it right, help me"

"But how? How could I be useful. If I am truly as great of a man as you claim, what could I do to lend aid besides my life, my death. All I know is how to invent and create, I am no warrior, Lieren" He says so meekly its almost sounds like a mouse's squeak

"A philosopher can save as many lives as the most skilled of warriors, a scholar can end a famine before any king. an army can be routed by simple trickery. Strength is meaningless. Knowledge is as powerful as skill in arms. Genius is more valuable than any treasure. These are the tools that you can lend to me" You say, smacking an open hand harshly on your chest "Give me your knowledge, lend me your wisdom. I have already compromised the city gates to allow escape, but I need council from a man of your intellect to show me the path of least violence to take forward, before I take the head of that rancid pig"

You spit on the ground for emphasis

"Yan Weizha, who would sacrifice women and children for his own vanity. Any information you can give, would be invaluable to my efforts to avert the atrocity he intends to commit upon his own people, the crime he sought to force you to carry out" You say passionately, kneeling down as you speak so as to match Cao Yunru's stature as closely as you can without laying down "How he intends to begin the slaughter, the defenses of his palace. Anything so you and I may bring ruin to his wicked plans. Let us unite our intellects and save the people. Let us save this place and the very soul of the Yan people"

"I am...I can't. I am just a scholar. I..." He mutters, closing his eyes as he argues internally, his hope battling against his cynical self judgement

"If you wish to find redemption and a second chance to truly help the people, take my hand" You say calmly, holding out your strong arm towards him "I shall not think less of you, if you refuse my offer. It can only be your choice to make"

He stares at his reflection in the pool of liquor, blackpowder, tears and drool for the span of a few breaths. He closes his eyes. The inner battle raging in his mind comes to an end.
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He rises.

"Cao Yunru, shall not bring chaos. Shall not become synonymous with destruction. I cannot allow my legacy to be but cinder and ash. I will undo this folly of mine" He says, his voice raising and becoming louder than he had ever spoken before. Valor, conviction and a unbreakable sense of duty resonated within his words.

"Even if I am to die. I shall ensure no others will come to harm by my own inacation and foolishness" He says, grabbing as much of your hand as he is able "I shall see my sons born, and proudly tell of the time a giant sought me for aid"

You laugh, unable to maintain your composure in such a prideful statement said with such honesty and good humor.

"Then let us make your name storied, my friend. Let the tale of Lieren and the Scholar lord Cao Yunru, be penned this night" You reply, gripping his hand as tightly as he would be able to endure "We shall not fail, the people will be saved even if we die protecting them"

"I shall head to the heavens with no regret" He says before a look of befuddlement crosses his face "D...does your cul...school of thought believe in the gods and the heavenly courts"

You sigh, and make a mental note to gift this misled man a copy of the Journey when the night's work is done

How shall you have Cao Yunru aid you, Lieren?
>Task him with defusing as many of the caches of gunpowder as he is able to, using the scroll he was given by Yan Weizha to convince the guards he is ensuring their effectiveness
>Give him the orb of Yin Aiguo's memory, and have him stage a riot as a distraction.
>Have him use his new position to move his celebration through the city, towards the Celestial Incarnation Palace. The gates will either open, or the attention of the guard will be overtaken by the sudden presence of a mob drunk nobility.
>Simply sit down and discuss the precise weakness of the Celestial Incarnation Palace and its defenses. As well as some of your philosophy. No need to endanger the man, after all.

Sorry again for the wait. Had a lot on my plate. Strangely the machine spirits have not been rebellious bastards lately. So have that going for me at least
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>>4702826
Forgot to put in the
>Write in?
My bad.
Just pretend its there
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>>4702826
>Task him with defusing as many of the caches of gunpowder as he is able to, using the scroll he was given by Yan Weizha to convince the guards he is ensuring their effectiveness
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>>4702826
>>Task him with defusing as many of the caches of gunpowder as he is able to, using the scroll he was given by Yan Weizha to convince the guards he is ensuring their effectiveness
>>Simply sit down and discuss the precise weakness of the Celestial Incarnation Palace and its defenses. As well as some of your philosophy.
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>>4702826
>Sit down and discuss the precise weakness of the Celestial Incarnation Palace and its defenses. As well as some of your philosophy.
>>Task him with defusing as many of the caches of gunpowder as he is able to, using the scroll he was given by Yan Weizha to convince the guards he is ensuring their effectiveness
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>>4702826
>>Simply sit down and discuss the precise weakness of the Celestial Incarnation Palace and its defenses. As well as some of your philosophy.
>>Task him with defusing as many of the caches of gunpowder as he is able to, using the scroll he was given by Yan Weizha to convince the guards he is ensuring their effectiveness
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>>4702864
Support
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>>4702826
>>Simply sit down and discuss the precise weakness of the Celestial Incarnation Palace and its defenses. As well as some of your philosophy. No need to endanger the man, after all.
>Task him with defusing as many of the caches of gunpowder as he is able to, using the scroll he was given by Yan Weizha to convince the guards he is ensuring their effectiveness.

It never hurts to have a backup plan.
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>>4702826
>Task him with defusing as many of the caches of gunpowder as he is able to, using the scroll he was given by Yan Weizha to convince the guards he is ensuring their effectiveness
>Simply sit down and discuss the precise weakness of the Celestial Incarnation Palace and its defenses. As well as some of your philosophy. No need to endanger the man, after all.
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>>4702826
>>Task him with defusing as many of the caches of gunpowder as he is able to, using the scroll he was given by Yan Weizha to convince the guards he is ensuring their effectiveness
>>Simply sit down and discuss the precise weakness of the Celestial Incarnation Palace and its defenses. As well as some of your philosophy.
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>>4702826
>Simply sit down and discuss the precise weakness of the Celestial Incarnation Palace and its defenses. As well as some of your philosophy. No need to endanger the man, after all.
>Task him with defusing as many of the caches of gunpowder as he is able to, using the scroll he was given by Yan Weizha to convince the guards he is ensuring their effectiveness
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>>4702930
He doesn't need to disable them all even, since you just have to set the front barrels to not explode, and they can't access the rest, or they would assume that all of them are defective
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>>4702826
>>Simply sit down and discuss the precise weakness of the Celestial Incarnation Palace and its defenses. As well as some of your philosophy.
>>Task him with defusing as many of the caches of gunpowder as he is able to, using the scroll he was given by Yan Weizha to convince the guards he is ensuring their effectiveness
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>>4702801
>>4702788
A little Space Yiffy (The grey), but I actually quite like it
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In the ongoing argument on color schemes. I foresee most of our forces rocking whatever colors we pick for a long ass time before we meet our legion.
I did a little mockup of the the blue/purple on a standard infantry uniform and it did not look good no matter how I tried it. They either ended up looking flaming gay or like covenant sympathizers. Something to keep in mind.
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>>4702826
>Have him use his new position to move his celebration through the city, towards the Celestial Incarnation Palace. The gates will either open, or the attention of the guard will be overtaken by the sudden presence of a mob drunk nobility.

Feels like poetic justice to let the nobility's own idleness and hedonism be what brings about their downfall, both in creating their enemies and giving them victory.
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Kind of want
> Have him use his new position to move his celebration through the city

But I really don't want to endanger our new friend.
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>>4702826
>Task him with defusing as many of the caches of gunpowder as he is able to, using the scroll he was given by Yan Weizha to convince the guards he is ensuring their effectiveness
Let's not put him within close reach of the Daemon spawning please.
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>Simply sit down and discuss the precise weakness of the Celestial Incarnation Palace and its defenses. As well as some of your philosophy.
>Task him with defusing as many of the caches of gunpowder as he is able to, using the scroll he was given by Yan Weizha to convince the guards he is ensuring their effectiveness
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>>4702826
>>Task him with defusing as many of the caches of gunpowder as he is able to, using the scroll he was given by Yan Weizha to convince the guards he is ensuring their effectiveness
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What if we find a way to flood the gunpowder rooms? Soggy gunpowder is useless gunpowder.
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>>4703434
How would we get that much water? It's not raining.
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>>Task him with defusing as many of the caches of gunpowder as he is able to, using the scroll he was given by Yan Weizha to convince the guards he is ensuring their effectiveness
>>Simply sit down and discuss the precise weakness of the Celestial Incarnation Palace and its defenses. As well as some of your philosophy.
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>>4703453
Depends on whether the city relies on wells or a system of aqueducts for their water supply. It's doable in the case of the latter.
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>>4703453
If there are some rivers running through the city than it would be possible to flood the underground storerooms.
But I doubt we could do ir quietly and quickly enough for it to matter, specially with just us and Cao.
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>>4702826
I'm late but here's my vote:
>Simply sit down and discuss the precise weakness of the Celestial Incarnation Palace and its defenses. As well as some of your philosophy.
>Task him with defusing as many of the caches of gunpowder as he is able to, using the scroll he was given by Yan Weizha to convince the guards he is ensuring their effectiveness
Can he also tell his noble acquaintances to start a celebration as
>Have him use his new position to move his celebration through the city, towards the Celestial Incarnation Palace. The gates will either open, or the attention of the guard will be overtaken by the sudden presence of a mob drunk nobility.
says and tell them he will join them later? If not just do the two I others.
Also out of all the false titles the Yan have given Lieren the hangman, Son of the unconquered wilds(if you consider space the unconquered wilds) and punishment of fools are actually true.
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>>4703501
To be clear he will not join the nobles, he is using them as a distraction.
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>>4703453
A city this big has to have a water supply, likely an aqueduct. If we ask Cao where the gunpowder and the pipes are, we may be able to burst some pipes with our massive fists and soak an entire room. Repeat as much as possible for useless gunpowder.

That said, it might attract too much attention. Weizha might realise we’re here and order the executions early, so it could be better to just take out the leaders before an order can be issued.

Of course in that case there’s the risk of the daemon pulling some warp sorcery shit and making the bombs go off anyway.

Every path holds terrible potential for failure.
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Someone should make an archive with all the fanart and stuff we got.

I was going through the thread and some of the images already don't work, i really don't want to lose the fanart.
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Thinking about it, introducing Yunru to Kanzeon might be fun.
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>>4702826
Simply sit down and discuss the precise weakness of the Celestial Incarnation Palace and its defenses. As well as some of your philosophy. No need to endanger the man, after all.
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>>4702772
He looks like a walking creamsicle, but I dig it
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>>4704080
mmmmmm orange vanilla space marine,
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>>4703987
Introducing all our friends to Kanzeon will be fun but preferably after we figure out how to free her/make her a new body because if she likes someone, she might want to keep them there with her for company.
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link to the SM generator and painter thing please?

the one i can get on is an old beta version that doesn't have all the bells and whistle that was shown in the threads thus far.
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>>4704235
https://bitbucket.org/chaptergenerator/chaptergenerator/downloads/
Here's what I used for the ones I've done. It's a bit more extensive than the Bolter & Chainsword in-browser painter.
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>>4704241
many thanks friend.
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>>4704146
>having a blatant man of iron walking around
That’s a hard no from me.
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http://www.bolterandchainsword.com/smp.php

this is a lot more simple and it's all in the browser
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>>4704248
She's a ship's onboard AI, the only body she's ever had was the ship itself. Men of Iron were "humanoid machines" that served as mankind's armies and labor force. At most, they could be considered cousins of sorts. Hell, she's probably more advanced on an intellectual basis, she might not like that comparison. Maybe she could make a body that looks organic? Else she can just hide it.
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Behold! the sons of the Panther of the south
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heres an orange and purple one cause i'm bored
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>>4704248
Are you also opposed to releasing her body(the colony ship) from the mountain she's buried under? Because many people wanted to do that too.
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>>4704327
Mayhaps we do not build a new body that houses her entirely. But a mechanical avatar of sorts that she could connect to. I'm sure she could help us fabricate that and a few signal repeaters.
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>>4704365
I think that was the plan, since leaving her current body alone would probably lead to other problems.
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>>4704442
Who let this Ultramarine in here?
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>>4702279
I'd ship it!

>>4702826
I love how this interplay went with Cao Yunru and Lieren, thanks for using my suggestion!

>>4703501
Support, we are putting much trust in this man and if he can cripple some of the nobility and threat to the commoners for us then all the better.
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>>4704446
alright, so, make sure that flux isn't on when doing this
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>>4704587
Great the blueberry is a grape.
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>>4704587
>WE ARE THE GRAPEST OF THEM ALL
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>>4704587
Dark purple and gold is the most patrician of colour combinations and has my full support.
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>>4704587
Dark Purple & Yellow? Do i look like a roman to you?
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>>4704587
Those color looks like the emperors sodomites
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>>4704717
Fuck off Fulgrim.
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>>4704717
alright here's a yellow/blue one, those are supposed to be lucky colours.
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>>4704741
this looks like it'll fit a Egyptian theme to me.
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heres an Azure/Plum colour scheme. in case anyone still wants that
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>>4704741
>>4704812
>>4704587
>>4704442
>>4704293
>>4704290
No. Just...no.
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>>4704290
this is the least shit of the one's so far.

>>4704812
It doesn't work in block colours. No way.
Best way to picture it is flame decals along the limbs, plum from the fingers/feet fading out to pure Azure from the knee/elbows.
Maybe an Iron/steel/white jade for the trim.
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I think gun-metal or wrought iron as a base color with black or white accents might work well.
Also mandatory golden lenses for the eyes of all helmets in our legion.
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I still like the white + yellow + gold trim colour scheme the most.
White is a very noble and powerful colour, a symbol of purity both physical and mental. It’s also a heroic colour, the colour of light.
White things also appear bigger than they actually are (why rooms in show houses are painted white, etc). That could help our legion’s image as towering saviours, an army of giants who will act both as the spear that strikes the heart of terror and the unwavering shield that shelters the innocent, with the tallest giant of all at its head.
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Ronald Mcdonald lookin-ass.....
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>>4704877
shit posted the wrong one
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>>4704875
I agree
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>>4704875
>White is a very noble and powerful colour, a symbol of purity both physical and mental. It’s also a heroic colour, the colour of light.
None of that is true on this planet, or at least not in the culture of Yan. Here white part of the arms of two houses that stand against every tenant of the Journey on a base level. It's associated with a regime that only cares about it's members and is perfectly fine to let everyone else fend for themselves. Picking it would be like the Allies making the UN flag a swastika because they thought it looked cool. I'm not even arguing for the gradient anymore, there's just no reason Lieren would take the colors of either branch of Yan for his own, given what we know about them.
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>>4704943
Then vote against it. I will vote for whit+gold regardless because I think it looks great. I think we should all stop trying to justify a color or another with ideology, meaning or conceptual value. Just stick with whatever our legion wears or vote for whatever we like.
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So having been reading through the past threads for the last couple days, it’s been a fun trip, though if I could offer Malal some advice? Maybe make a pastebin of characters Lirein knows? Because frankly after thread 2/3 I lost track of just who about half the cast was.

Otherwise on subjects more relevant IC.....did we really have this talk about our plans with Cao while having a living piece of a manifested demon with us? A demon whose plan we were trying to stop?
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>>4704996
Yeah.
Putting it down lets it leave, destroying it is presently impossible as far as we know and if it wanted to spy on us, it could do so anyway.

As for characters, I find it pretty easy to remember the important ones. The only one's slipping into the background are the men who AREN'T important on a strategic level, but even then their names are mostly memorable, if not their appearances.
Do you remember that Gao was evil because he was ginger, thus had no soul
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Could a sky blue with gunmetal trim work, with golden lenses on the helmet?
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>>4705034
I remember Goa specifically because of his black and grey teeth and his corpulent yet diminished physique.
Unique descriptions of physical appearance helps some characters stand out more than others I feel.
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>>4704875
>FAN ART!
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>>4704943
Feels dumb to think two, so common colors are Yan only because the Northern Yin used them. If the Yin use White & Gold, then just use our own design. Kinda like we did with Azure & Plum
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>>4705261
Given that the northern Yin were the onçy ones that fought us with bravery, it could be a way to honor their memories, or what they could have become.
Kinda like our horse and Cui Fu being the greatest wasted potential of the world.
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>>4705289
Cui Fu's death truly was a tragedy that continues to grow more pronounced as time goes on.
If only he could have been salvaged, imagine what a force he would be on the field.
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>>4705261
>>4705289
Both the Yan and Yin use gold and white as their colors, the Yin just use them reversed(white with some gold I think) to show their loyalty to the Yan. If we have a problem with how people will react to the colors we choose we can just ask the people of their opinion like doing a public vote after the war for how the nations flag will look like/what colors they like for it. Although considering the circumstances, the people will probably vote for azure and plum as they consider them Lieren's colors but that's the only way to be sure of what they don't like.
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>>4705326
>public vote
In a medieval kingdom? What, you think Joe Farmer cares that the capital now has banners with an panther instead of a fox?
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>>4705350
But Anon, we and our friends are Joe Farmer.
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>>4705358
Lieren is more like an "Uberfarmer Johannes"
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>>4705360
Yeah, but the point stands that we are doing this to makes changes and better the lives of the people, so it's not so far fetch that we would ask them. And it's not like the nation is going to be medieval for much longer anyway.
Also we do come from literal bumfuck Nowhere don't we?
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>>4704943
>None of that is true on this planet, or at least not in the culture of Yan.
The fact that the rulers use it suggests otherwise, seeing as they paint themselves as elegant and righteous with all that celestial court crap. At the end of the day the Yan can’t claim their colours any more than Tzeentch can claim the Ultramarines for wearing blue. The concept of light and darkness has been mentioned before, and will continue to be so long as humans remain diurnal creatures that prefer high visibility environments.
>Picking it would be like the Allies making the UN flag a swastika because they thought it looked cool.
That’s false equivalence. Colours can be used as symbols, yes, but colours aren’t symbols. While symbols are rigid in their meaning, colours are so much more flexible. You’re trying to frame the colours white and gold, two very widely-used colours, as bad by comparing them to a symbol that most people will associate with mass murder and only mass murder.
The swastika does have multiple meanings, yes, but its most popular interpretation is that of Nazi regalia. Gold and especially white are much more nuanced. For instance, both the USA and North Korea use red, white and blue on their flags yet remain opposed to one another.
Followers of our Journey will understand this concept.

I’d also like to make it clear that the gold on that colour scheme is very minimal and could be replaced with silver or bronze for all I care. My primary interest is in the white body and sunburst yellow pauldrons with blue symbols.
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>>4705350
We're supposed to research better technologies/create better infrastructure after the war, so it would help with the vote. Even if the people are unaccustomed to voting(as they were under the rule of autocratic nobles) it could help make people get closer. If everyone decides on their new flag they will feel better about it, even people that don't know about the real Lieren yet. Also public voting started in ancient times so it isn't a novel idea for that level of advancement as the Yan kingdom though granted the votes in ancient times involved far less number of people than the Yan seem to have. The technologies we introduce should help with that however and in the end, it is a solution to what posters here were concerned about: "what would people think if we choose x colors for us?"
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>>4705326
>>4705358
>>4705367
Most people are unfit to make decisions beyond the local level which is why a democracy will always become an oligarchy.
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>>4705392
Good thing it's a vote about colours on a flag then, can't get more innofensive and simple than thay.
Otherwise we might as well let king yan win, since his ways are obviously superior.
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>>4705392
I'm not saying we should create a democracy. Seriously most people in the kingdom don't probably know how to read and write so even if we wanted to make it a democracy, it would take years just to educate everyone. I was just saying that in this specific case, we could make it a public vote to know what most of them think.
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>>4705387
Democracies always become divided against themselves when parties form. Literally nothing balkanizes nations harder than democracy especially since it takes responsibility out of the hands of the corrupt leaders and puts it in the hands of the people for putting the corrupt leaders. Rather we should aim for a more distributist model.
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>>4705374
>The fact that the rulers use it suggests otherwise
Why on earth would we give two shits and a fuck about what those people think their colors symbolize? To us and the people who love and support us, they're the symbols of oppression, cruelty, and hedonism.
>At the end of the day the Yan can’t claim their colours any more than Tzeentch can claim the Ultramarines for wearing blue
Bobby G had no exposure to Tzeentch or his followers before he met his legion. He changed everything about the War Born, from their name, to their colors, to their symbol, so it would better reflect him and the culture he came from. I'm not concerned that those colors are gonna act like a marvel symbiote and turn us straight to chaos.
> While symbols are rigid in their meaning, colours are so much more flexible.
If you want a revision of my own comparison, it'd be like Angron naming his legion the High Riders because he thought the name was cool or like the Iron Hands painting themselves purple post-Heresy on the basis that it symbolizes nobility and devotion. I'll admit the symbol/color comparison was inaccurate. Perhaps a more apt real-world comparison would be the Lancasters changing their rose to white after the War of the Roses.
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>>4705427
See what wrote here
>>4705413
If I had to choose a government form for Lieren's new country I would probably choose, at least for now, something similar to the Yan model, except they don't get to have power over life and death of the people the rulers rule over and their position will not necessarily be inheritable. If a lord's/lady's child is as good as ruling as their parent, then he will become ruler next, otherwise a more fitting person will take their place.
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>>4705433
..Except White with Gold details is the Yin color, and the White & Gold scheme also uses a blue panther.

I mean, didn't we basically do the same thing with Azure & Plum?
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>>4705433
I haven't read the story of how and why Roboute changed his Legion but the War Born sounds like a nice name. What was in his culture that caused him to change the name to Ultramarines? Was it something like calling them the "Supermen"?
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>>4705471
He was a master of diplomacy.
War born was probably too aggressive for his tastes.
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>>4705477
Although War Born doesn't sound that aggressive, I guess it's a matter of perspective again. Thanks for clearing that up.
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>>4705471
>is from a region of the galaxy called “Ultramar“
>calls his legion “Ultramarines”
It’s a case of GW’s writing team trying to be clever but writing something stupid instead.
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>>4705496
the shade of blue that they use is called ultramarine blue as well.
>GW 'trying' to be clever
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>>4705505
Has GW ever wondered why the Ultramarines have become the butt of almost every joke that doesn't involve Tau or Eldar?
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>>4705496
So it's like Leman Russ calling his Legion the "Fenmarines" from Fenris?
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>>4705485
I mean consider it, who sounds like they actually want to do diplomacy and who is trying to get you to lower their guard?

War born, people born in and dedicated to war?
Or ultramarines, they who are superior soldiers above all.

One has connotations if warmongering while the other has connotations of discipline. Gilly also had his men expand their portfolio of skills, so that any given marine could run an empire by themselves at peak.
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>>4705456
I'm not sure what the point you're trying to make is. It looks to me like you've stated two facts and the
>>4705512
I've always been partial to the idea of an AU where Konrad was more mafioso-inclined and named the Night Lords the Nostramarines.
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>>4705512
Yes. While the name obviously came first they tried being clever.
>>4705511
Space Wolves exist.
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>>4705518
For me both Ultramarines and War Born sound like groups dedicated to war so neither sounds more aggressive. They sound like army names which is what they are supposed to be. Whether they are disciplined or not you see from their actions not from their name though there are people who care only how things look like.
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>>4705528
Well there was a poster in a previous thread that mistyped the Thousand Sons as the Thousand Dons.
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>>4705528
>I'm not sure what the point you're trying to make is.
1. The Coat of Arms itself is blue, white and gold is the background
2. We did the same 'take a bad color scheme (gao) and make it good
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>>4705538
>A little birdie told us you were talking shit about our Primarch
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>>4705534
Implications and word choice are important anon, but that's fine for you to believe.

All the same, words have power and the right name on the wrong thing can have many consequences.
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>>4705538
>Don Magnus, the Wolves have breached our last line of defense, what do we do?
>Tzeentch will make us an offer we cannot refuse.
>>4705545
Gao gave us our own scheme, one of the colors was his (the purple). We've made a symbol of our character and philosophy since then.
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>>4705559
The color scheme is ugly.
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>>4705551
And the during the Great Crusade, human worlds were given an offer they couldn't refuse.
>>4705555
Yes you're right. Words have power, especially in warhammer and people of that galaxy would probably be more inclined to act according to what you've described. We however behave according to our own experiences.
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Calling the vote now. Sorry for the wait. Shouldn't have tempted fate.

Task him with defusing as many of the caches of gunpowder as he is able to:16
Simply sit down and discuss the precise weakness of the Celestial Incarnation Palace and its defenses. As well as some of your philosophy:14
Have him use his new position to move his celebration through the city, towards the Celestial Incarnation Palace as a distraction:3

So, Lieren shall sit down with Cao Yunru, and discuss the weaknesses of the Celestial Incarnation palace as well as his philosophy, before tasking him with the responsibility of ensuring the city and its people's safety by sabatoguing the Yan's blackpowder Caches

And so it will begin

Writing now

Sorry again for the wait. Technical issues

>>4704875
I still adore this picture. Its amazing

>>4703880
I've been saving all of it

>>4705289
>>4705294
It took Lieren to kill Cui Fu.

>>4702316
kek
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>>4705564
Subjective, but fair.
In-universe that doesn't matter though. They're widely known as our colors and we have no in character reason to forsake our current colors with all of their meaning adopt those of our enemies.
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>>4705294
>>4705289
Honestly we could have saved if we just had a tournament with him instead. Thinking about it a tournament arc against the Vishnu would be cool.
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>>4705588
>It took Lieren to kill Cui Fu.
Well considering that it was said Cui Fu was so powerful because of a martial tradition in his family and selective breeding, we could try to somewhat recreate him, though I have doubts that we will be successful.
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>>4705601
Do we though? Might be good as an way to rebrand to be more general towards all of Yan instead of just "that dude who rebelled from gap"

Also what he said, azure and plum looks ugly on space marine armour. There's not really any good designs
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>>4705603
I kind of doubt it considering that one of the key traits of his personality was being loyal to Gao regardless of how bad he was(and despite the fact that Gao's ancestors conquered Cui Fu's). As Lieren said, he would have been salvageable if we had met him years ago.
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>>4705601
>>4705611
If it's about the future national colors, we could say that we want colors that represent everyone instead of just Lieren. For the Legion we can wait and see what they look like first.
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>>4705611
>Do we though? Might be good as an way to rebrand to be more general towards all of Yan instead of just "that dude who rebelled from gap"
We're already considered something more than just a common usurper, chalk that up to Primarch supercharisma. The nobles we've recruited follow us completely, I have no doubt that they'd support us to be king and the peasants love us. Almost nobody in Yan will think of us as a Usurper because we're in a position to replace the ruling class with our supporters.
>Also what he said, azure and plum looks ugly on space marine armour. There's not really any good designs
Fair, but subjective.

>>4705623
I honestly don't know if we're including national colors here. I'd imagine that the King's colors are the national colors. But if we want to represent everyone, white and gold aren't the colors to do it with. Off the top of my head, green would fit, most of the peasants are farmers. Maybe grey or black for miners, there seem to be a good few of those. But white and gold? Cleanliness and wealth? For peasants? I don't think so. Maybe the colors of Yan's countryside would fit too.
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>>4705605
Time to dig his body and clone him.
Than we marry the clone to one of the vishnu chieftess.
That will make a good space marine recruitment pool.
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>>4705644
How about silver as an alternative to gold and green for the fields(there are a lot on this planet). Was Kanzeon's body silver?
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>>4705612
>>4705612
He was loyal because Gao's ancestors conquered his.
They were stronger, than they deserved loyalty, or some other weird warrior code law.
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>>4705658
Ah yes,Green. Just like the salamanders...and the dark angels...and the Luna Wolves...
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>>4705655
We will need to see if Kanzeon or the pod's archives have anything about cloning but unless there exists a facility for that(in Kanzeon or elsewhere) we will need time to build it. Also I don't see Lieren digging a body like that or even doing cloning in the first place.
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>>4705665
dark angels are black at this time, and luna wolves are mostly white with some black
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>>4705665
Every single color is in use by some faction.
If you are going to bitch about it than just leave our legion with the default gray, than atleast the people that don't paint their minis can have a legion.
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>>4705667
I can see Lieren entertaining the possibility of creating soldiers from scratch if the Emperor takes a particularly long time to come around and bring our planet back into the fold.
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>>4705665
I was talking about the national colors not the Legion's.
>>4705660
Okay but his was the undying loyalty kind. Just because someone defeated him it wouldn't be certain that he would be loyal to him then.
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can we be in agreeance that what ever scheme we do our helmets should have golden eyes?
cause I am pretty partial to that
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>>4705677
That one is basically a given.
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>>4705658
The ship is silver, I think her interface is green.
>>4705665
Only one of those legions are green right now.
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>>4705677
If it won't fuck up their visors than there is no problem.
Although the space marines will probably already have it, being our geneseed "sons", and the higher-ups love of being unhelmeted will already ensure plenty of golden eyes on the battlefield.
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>>4705677
I'd hope so. Shit's dope.
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>>4705681
Then it could also be a sort of stealthy way of acknowledging her being part of our group as well.
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>>4705677
Marines do love copying their daddy so it makes sense.
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>>4705588
What colors are the fog panthers themselves?
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>>4705674
The problem is Lieren cares about everyone's life so creating humans just to be soldiers seems a bit opposed to that. At least space marines do it willingly.
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>>4705682
>If it won't fuck up their visors than there is no problem.
I imagine it'd just work like old space suit visors.
Coincidentally, they were also gold.
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>>4705694
Unlike the Emperor, I can imagine Lieren would at least take the time to make sure his genetic experiments can function in fields beyond those relating to warfare.
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Dark Purple/Silver scheme with Gold Eyes

I actually like dark purple because it has the practical aspect of being a good 'stealth' colour
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>>4705688
Subtle trickery? In my golden-eyed evil-sensing good boy primarch? Careful there anon, we might get mistaken for THE MOTHERFUCKING MONKEY KING
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>>4705693
White with an undercoat of silver sheen beneath. Which cause their hides to shimmer when hit by light at a certain angle, like all of Shangralan felines from the humble house cat, to the Lions of the Plains of kang and the Tigers of the north.

Along with the other oddities they have, tassels "Beards", an extrea set of limbs...etc
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>>4705703
>White with an undercoat of silver sheen beneath
So a metallic shimmering white...sounds like a good base color.
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>>4705698
You know, we just need to approve camo patterns for legion troops. Like the codex arstartes has approved patterns for space marines operating stealthily.
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>>4705703
>White with an undercoat of silver sheen beneath.
Anons why not just model our scheme after our own herald animal?
>>4705705
he gets it
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>>4705697
Well as long as we treat them well and not force them to be soldiers, I guess it could work.
>>4705699
Lieren actually uses trickery semi-regularly.
>>4705703
And now we have an added reason to pick white or silver.
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>>4705707
I feel like camouflage wouldn't matter that much since (correct me if I'm wrong) most opposing factions have methods of detecting enemies without relying on light in the visible spectrum.
Even basic bitch infrared would be able to pick out an Astartes like they were standing in broad daylight.
If we're going for stealth technologies, we need to figure out ways to completely erase
>thermal signatures
>equipment waste
>spent ammunition
and every other observable sign that our troops exist.
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>>4705710
>Well as long as we treat them well and not force them to be soldiers, I guess it could work.
Oh of course. They'd be great soldiers if they wanted to be, but they're free to pursue their own path.
It'd be kinda hypocritical if we forced them to be our generals ya know?
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>>4705710
>Lieren actually uses trickery semi-regularly.
It's a joke, anon
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>>4705712
Actually, its entirely possible.

In Legion, Alpha Legion legionnaries were noted (with large amounts of alarm) to just walk through an entire web of laser, thermal and other sensors without triggering anything.

Just a matter of getting the right tech.
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>>4705713
Of course we'll need extra food production for all those clones. If they aren't created specifically for war, what reasoning are we using for how many we will make?
>>4705714
I just pointing it out not arguing with you. It's cool if Lieren looks like the 30k version of the monkey king.
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>>4705719
>Of course we'll need extra food production for all those clones. If they aren't created specifically for war, what reasoning are we using for how many we will make?
In my head it would start as a small-scale experiment to find out
>if it can be done
>what heights are creations can reach
>how they can benefit mankind as a whole
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>>4705725
We could try that along with all the other technologies the pod and Kanzeon had. After the war ends(assuming we do not enter a new one) and we focus on research and construction, we could transform this nation and eventually the planet in one of the most advanced human nations in the galaxy(considering what we can learn from Kanzeon's library). I'm not sure how the Imperium will see that though. What with the Mechanicum views on technologies.
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>>4705737
the Mechanicum can't do shit to a primarch's home world. They're off limits basically.
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The candles lighting the cramped workshop had melted away sometime ago, and now only the distant light of the moon filtered through fog and glass illuminated your meeting with Cao Yunru. While the man was blessed with many talents and had cultivated his skill in many fields, his greatest attribute was his ability to listen and understand what he was told. Despite being once blinded by the lies of Tyrants and Propaganda of fools, he readily heard the lessons of the Journey without bias or incredulity. And unlike others, his curiosity and desire to learn from and connect with others drove him to question and ponder the teachings of the Journey at such length the two of you could stay discussing its intricacies and the inner meaning of the tenants and stories within its pages for entire seasons.

He is similar in this regard to Yin Lei, who has found new purpose in the lifestyle encouraged by the words of your philosophy and Guozhi who despite his advance age shows a youthful vigor while debating the Journey with you its own writer, and elucidating the purpose of the proverbs utilized to provide context for the numerous teachings within your writing. You would have to Introduce Yunru to both of those men and Shirong as well at some later date, if the both of you live to see the breaking of new age's dawn together.

"If only could have heard the truth of the Journey from those who were persecuted for speaking its teachings, how differently my path may have been! Such an enlightened philosophy, such a kind belief. Oh the lies spoken about this school and the students who devout their lives to its message have been so unjustly slandered and persecuted" Cao Yunru bemoans as he idly carves a passage from the Journey that had particularly resonated with his world view. His statement of sorrow and shame, reminds you of the unfortunate and tragic fates of the followers who you had never met. The Men and women who had never honored you by their presence and friendship, yet acclaimed your work so vehemently they spoke its teachings to their dying breath. The most benevolent and virtuous of souls, decried as heathens and cultists of a malign master.

It is your greatest shame that you will never be able to learn the names of these loyal acolytes of the Journey. Those Martyrs who spread the lessons of hope and teachings of virtue to lands hostile to the simple existence of your belief. It is a sorrow that shall forever linger within, that the teacher could not have comforted his students in their final moments.

"Is something wrong, my comrade?" Cao Yunru asks, noticing your grief though you had taken precautions to hide it behind a jovial mask "Your manner has become rather sullen? Could it be the great teacher, the unmatched warrior, is afraid of the duty he must carry out tonight, as this Humble Cao Yunru is himself?"
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>>4705783

You pause, puckering your lips tightly as you turn your eyes to painted ceiling of the workshop, swans and foxes dancing together upon a pale blue field dirtied by soot and other further marred by other signs of rising smoke. Fear? Death is not something to fear. But the possibility of failing at such a key task, that will determine the path of not only Yan but Shangrala itself, is an admittedly rather unsettling thought.

The lingering doubt that you could not only fall in the battle to prevent the greatest tragedy since the fall of ancient mankind, but also fail to ensure the destruction of your most terrible of adversaries, the very root of corruption within the heart of the Yan kingdom, the blight that has withered the very foundations of once great dynasties and twisted men who could have been great heroes, scholars or even philanthropists does indeed trouble you. If the dark heart beating beneath the exterior of simple decadence and pointless excess were to persist beyond your own end, it would doubtlessly corrupt the fledgling kingdom that would replace the old regime of the foxes of Yan. As it had Yan Weizha and many who had come before him.

And thus all of the progress, reforms and societal changes you have wrought, would become but tools for further abomination. With time, even the Journey itself would be subverted by that ethereal harlots manipulations.

If the Fox Spirit dies with you, then you can die content with the accomplishments of your short life. There'd be hope for the Journey to remain in its pure state and guide the new nation to the prosperity you had labored to bring to it, and lead it to be ruled by the benevolent and wise. One day it may be used as an excuse for war or persecution or some fouler ambition. But it would not be purposefully corrupted and twisted in your absence, Men would simply construct a Lieren that agreed with their world view within their minds and use him as an excuse for their wild ambitions. It is the nature of man to be so foolish after all. All things must eventually fade but they are remembered by the impact their mere presence had upon the world.

If The Journey can better a single life, you shall die joyously and enter the beyond with a proud smile and not a single regret. Huli Jing must die, even if the price of the spirit's banishment is your own life, you refuse to entertain the possibility of a reality where you Journey could become a tool of Tyrants and gospel of sin. It shall not come to pass. The Temptress of Yan shall die tonight. There is no other world you shall allow to exist but the one where you emerge from the coming battle victorious.

Turning your eyes back down to Cao Yunru, you smile sadly yet confidently, showing your teeth as you bow your head in the respect of the nameless dead who had upheld the Journey to their last moments.
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>>4705785

"Your words, made me feel ashamed I could not stand by those preachers you spoke of. That I never knew the names of such loyal students of the Journey I have walked, that I never was bequeathed the honor of meeting such virtuous souls. And the shame, the unforgiveable shame that I could not stand beside them and save them from their cruel fates" You sigh, clapping your hands together and shaking them in the air to show how deeply you mourn the lives lost because of the message of hope you have spread and upheld.

Cao Yunru closes his eyes for a moment, and slowly mimics the gesture, bowing his head thrice as he silently grieves over men he had never known and had considered to be maddened zealots before this meeting.

"No more lives shall be lost to the hubris and hatred of the Yan, Not one more soul shall be given to the night for preaching acceptance and kindness" Cao Yunru says, in a tone unbefitting a man of his stature. He may be short in stature but he now spoke with the pride and conviction of a Giant, he spoke with a voice similar to your own. Strong, Stalwart, yet kind and gentle as well.

"We shall end this atrocious, wrongful rule, and return the lands to benevolent leadership once more" He says, standing tall as the embers of valor burn brightly within his heart, lifting him above the cowardly man he was when you first found him on the cusp of suicide. A most marvelous metamorphosis! In the gloom of the moonlit workshop, Cao Yunru glowed with virtue. His gentle, loving soul had been ignited into that of indomitable warrior, no longer was he but a meek and remorseful scholar haunted by the folly of his actions he now stood as a man who could find redemption by his own hands who had broken the shackles of misery he had bound himself within.

You had only seen such bitter determination a handful of times before. In the eyes of Cui Fu as he fought his final battle, in the eyes of Feng in the hunt, in the eyes of Jinhai as he trained by the river side, in the eyes Lai Song as he road valiantly forth, in the eyes of Yin Lei as he sat by the fire side studying the journey, in the eyes of Gao Daiyu as she watched the judgement of her siblings, in the eyes of Tao Dandan as you spoke to her of her yet unrealized talent, in the eyes of fallen Jayesh who had in his final moments bested his ancestral foe. The eyes of righteous belief. Eyes that could be called mad. The eyes of a will that refuses to be sundered and broken.

"Marvelous. I was once against correct in my judgement. You are as virtuous as I believed you to be, when I first laid my eyes upon you. Such a rare breed, a man who could without hesitation offer his life for others, others who may even wish to see him dead if they heard of the company he kept!" You praise, smiling genuinely and with awe towards the proclamation given and its speaker "You and I are of the same soul, the same heart. I agree completely and without hesitation."
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>>4705789

"The world that shall greet the coming dawn shall be free of the wiles of foxes and the corruption they encourage"

You stand, and put a hand upon the spindly shoulder of the scholar, whose robes still reek of spilled alcohol and gunpowder. He locks eyes with you, and though it clearly cause him a great deal of stress and agony to hold his gaze against yours for so long, he does not turn away.

"For nothing is real, but what we create and what we create is reality" You state, imparting a portion of the fragment of enlightenment that had been revealed to you.

"If I live to see the birth of my son. I shall name him for you, oh Panther of the south. I have met no man so honest and courageous as yourself, and I am pained that I could only meet you after facilitating such potential devastation" Cao Yunrun says, holding back tears as he places a hand upon your own chest, as close as he can reach to your shoulder "But I am fortunate I was blessed to meet you at all, and to see the true Lieren, the man who would give his own life so another may sleep warmly"

"And I am glad I was able to prevent the tragedy of your premature demise, the world is brightened by men such as yourself, so gentle and kind. If I shall fall, I will be happy such wisdom can still exist without my teachings" You say proudly, nodding your head once.

Cao Yunru returns the gesture.

"And if I am to die tonight, I shall proudly proclaim my pride to all within the heavens that I was able to aid in defeating such evil and that I had the privledge to stand beside a man as virtuous as Lieren of Nothing" He says, removing his hand before reaching for his bottle of lemon brandy. He paused for a moment, and slowly pulled his hand away from the alcohol.

"I have bravery enough" He muttered to himself, before turning to you once more "I just hope it shall be enough to prevent the atrocity allowed by my own naivety"

"It shall be, true valor comes from within, rather than from intoxication. If you shall fall I shall remember this meeting fondly, and I shall fight twice as hard to ensure I may have a second meeting with the wise Cao Yunru" You say happily "But we both have a duty to fulfill, the knowledge you have given me shall prove to be a great boon in piercing the defenses of the Celestial Incarnation Palace, I pray for your success in your own endeavor"

Cao Yunru was terrified and afraid, his nerves were frayed yet refused to snap. A sense of duty would not allow him to turn away from the road to redemption. He was not a warrior bred, but the virtue within his heart allowed him to smother the terror coursing through his veins.

"And I for you, my savior. May we both be blessed to witness the sun rising upon a kinder world" He says, cupping his fists together "I shall take my leave, and do what has been entrusted to be me"

You return the gesture.

"And I shall end this madness at last"
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>>4705795

cont
How shall you begin your assault upon the Celestial Incarnation Palace, Lieren?
>Its walls would be all but impenetrable, except for a wing that is undergoing needless renovation, hidden by the public eye. Infiltrate via this chink in its armor.
>The Guards are inured to horror and trained to ignore the dreadful wails and cries from within the depths of the palace. Disable the patrols and guards and allow their screams to mask your entrance and hide your presence
>A constant feast of abominable indulgences and mad gluttony shall resume shortly . Simply kick down the doors as it begins. You shall provide a distraction for Cao Yunru's invaluable work
>You wield the might Chendao! The siegebreaker itself! Small Chen's legacy shall become legend as you bring upon a rain of destruction to the very heart of the Yan Kindom. Directly assault the Palace.
>Write in

Some music to rock out to as Lieren brings judgement to tyrants once more: https://youtu.be/l76unGjRtBs
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>>4705799
>>The Guards are inured to horror and trained to ignore the dreadful wails and cries from within the depths of the palace. Disable the patrols and guards and allow their screams to mask your entrance and hide your presence
Gives us an opportunity to free some prisoners. Could serve as backup, a distraction, or just more saved lives for our resume.
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>>4705799
>>Its walls would be all but impenetrable, except for a wing that is undergoing needless renovation, hidden by the public eye. Infiltrate via this chink in its armor.
stealth in
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>>4705799
>Its walls would be all but impenetrable, except for a wing that is undergoing needless renovation, hidden by the public eye. Infiltrate via this chink in its armor.
Start with stealth, then depending on what we see, we do the rest. We can even use the Chendao from the inside to destroy a part of the palace, potentially distracting the guards from Yunrun's mission.
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>>4705551
>>4705559
the mental image of Magnus with a Don Corleone mustache, in an oversized suit and one of those eldar cats on his lap is a treasure
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>>4705799
>>Its walls would be all but impenetrable, except for a wing that is undergoing needless renovation, hidden by the public eye. Infiltrate via this chink in its armor.
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>>4705848
>Leman, you come into my sanctum on the day my sons are join the legion and you ask me to sacrifice them for our father?
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>>4705775
This. We'll run our eco-friendly super hab hive cities however we please.

>>4705799
>A constant feast of abominable indulgences and mad gluttony shall resume shortly . Simply kick down the doors as it begins. You shall provide a distraction for Cao Yunru's invaluable work
>You wield the might Chendao! The siegebreaker itself! Small Chen's legacy shall become legend as you bring upon a rain of destruction to the very heart of the Yan Kindom. Directly assault the Palace.
>Write in
The more we use the Chendao, the more psykically reactive and stronger it will become as people tell stories about it. It'll take centuries, but we will honor our fallen friend.
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>>4705799
>>The Guards are inured to horror and trained to ignore the dreadful wails and cries from within the depths of the palace. Disable the patrols and guards and allow their screams to mask your entrance and hide your presence
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>>4705799
>>>The Guards are inured to horror and trained to ignore the dreadful wails and cries from within the depths of the palace. Disable the patrols and guards and allow their screams to mask your entrance and hide your presence
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So while we're waiting for people to vote, what exactly is the plan here? We find and kill the king and the daemon? Create a distraction for Yunru? Find and free the slaves and hostages? All of the above?
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>>4705933
I figure the best distraction here is to get to the inner chambers of the palace and start wrecking Yan's shit immediately.
We're gonna be drawn into a proper battle with the fox daemonette no matter what, so that's gonna attract plenty of attention.
Unless the guards are trained to ignore cannon fire and walls of flame coming from the heart of the capital that is.
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>>4705934
So we're going directly for the kill? What do we do with the non-combatants that we find in our way?
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>>4705939
>What do we do with the non-combatants that we find in our way?
Honestly? We probably don't have to do anything if we kill Yan as soon as possible and keep the Daemonette occupied.
The guards aren't likely to start the feast without Yan's direct order to do so.
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>>4705940
Okay but we've seen in Aiguo's memories that they keep slaves in chains in some places. They will not be able to run away from the fight and our enemies might use them as shields.
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>>4705799
>Guardian wing
>Disable patrols and hide the bodies.

>>4705933
The plan is to kill Yan, Kill his daemon master and kill EVERY SINGLE LAST TYRANT IN THIS MOTHERFUCKING CITY.
The slave drivers who work the doors, for example, but this is done to prevent people escaping to order the start of the explosions again as well as save some time later.
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>>4705799
>>The Guards are inured to horror and trained to ignore the dreadful wails and cries from within the depths of the palace. Disable the patrols and guards and allow their screams to mask your entrance and hide your presence

Unfortunately we cannot afford to not be as thorough as possible. Plus I would love for the King of Yan to call for his guards and be greeted by silence.
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>>4705941
We can break their chains along the way and tell them to follow the path from which we have enter. Or we can still ask our new friend here, for other ways for them to go out.
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>>4705992
I am concerned that we will find ourselves in a situation similar to the sorcerer fight where he had prisoners chained near him. If the king or daemon do the same and have human shields do we mercy kill them?
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>>4706005
It's a terrible tragedy, but we cannot permit them to use our mercy against us.
Avoid killing them as we are able, but if it comes down to murdering 5 innocents to kill Yan/his daemon master, then 5 lives are going to be lost to prevent the deaths of millions more.
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>>4706034
I agree. Many lives have already been lost in this conflict. To shy away from it simply because we'd be ending those lives ourselves would be the epitome of cowardice.
Thankfully Lieren is the sort to have already pondered this question and will make the hard decision. After-all, they're the only ones worth making in the end.
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New art. My ability grows.
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>>4706073
Great job!
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>>4706073
Damn nice
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>>4706073
Stop this man, he's getting too powerful!
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>>4706073
Alright, all in favor of this being our astarties color?
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>>4705799
>Its walls would be all but impenetrable, except for a wing that is undergoing needless renovation, hidden by the public eye. Infiltrate via this chink in its armor.
>The Guards are inured to horror and trained to ignore the dreadful wails and cries from within the depths of the palace. Disable the patrols and guards and allow their screams to mask your entrance and hide your presence
>>4705933
My plan is to kill Yan and the daemon, than go help Cao in disarming the bombs.
As long as the innocents are saved, we will have plenty of time to hunt down and judge the rest of the depraved, specially since our army will march towards after their victory.
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>>4706092
>random poster
>calling a vote
Who exactly do you think you are?
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>>4706073
Looks great but some concerns over it being too similar to white scars.

Not to mention both legions have rather similar culture type origins.
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>>4706134
Perhaps if we add more blue details it could help distinguish it?
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>>4706134
>This has made cross deployments/joint operations between the Legions confusing at times

>Day MMMDLX
>The White Scars still have not figured out I am a son of the 2nd Legion
>I have made many friends and 'Brothers' while here
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>>4706137
Unfortunately doesnt solve the problem of both schemes with the white base. We'll need at least larger quantities of another primary to differentiate.
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>>4706142
Ok, so how about painting the gloves and boots blue? Maybe also the codpiece? It should be enough blue to counter the main white, but not too much to ruin it (hopefully).
Also fits in the whole plum sleeves our robe has.
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>>4706134
Well, the original gold design was supposed to have some more gold in it
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>>4706142
World Eaters and Luna Wolves had a white base too and it’s fairly easy to tell them all apart. I could look into adding more yellow bits like elbow pads in my next one if you’d like.
>>4706138
>Under other circumstances my yellow heraldry would be a dead giveaway.
>It is fortunate the Scars’ vision is based on movement.
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>>4706153
I feel its abit different from the the others due to the iconography.

White base + both having asian inspired addons? Might be abit more difficult.
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>>4705799
>Its walls would be all but impenetrable, except for a wing that is undergoing needless renovation, hidden by the public eye. Infiltrate via this chink in its armor.
>The Guards are inured to horror and trained to ignore the dreadful wails and cries from within the depths of the palace. Disable the patrols and guards and allow their screams to mask your entrance and hide your presence
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>>4706150
what if we just use jade green for the trims, accents, and iconography. Maybe even incorporate the silver undercoat design of the fog panther so it shines differently in the light?
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>>4706116
Someone better than you?
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>>4706150
>>4706134
So I added the original golden parts to the schemes plus a bit more, and also added a few grey details to break the white.
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>>4706172
Looks like he isn't the only one with delusions of grandeur.
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>>4706159
>>4706166
Whote Scars tend toward 'Northern/Western' Asian for aesthetic (Yuan China Town, Steppe People, some Japan etc.)

Maybe since we have the Vishnu we could gravitate towards 'Southern' Asian? ( India, Vietnamese, Malaysian etc.)
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>>4706184
I would agree with going southern asian, but that is not where we landed and had imprinted on us. Also at a glance Vietnamese armor and Chinese armor have a strong resemblance to each other.
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>>4706187
The Vietnamese and surrounding lands I agree on, was just throwing out ideas

I have a feeling the Vishnu influence will come in later on, possibly in some Chapters
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>>4706187
Chinese stole a lot of their culture from India anyway. Kung fu was invented in India for example. But we’ve yet to see the other countries anyway.
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>>4706184
I feel thats a change in our iconography that doesn't make sense. Our cultural exposure and what we've made our own just doesnt fit too well with it.

Just because the white scares are closer to mongolian culture doesnt mean we need to go off very far to find something different. A more refined, regal look like that of imperial china would make a good contrast. Think Fire Nation vs Earth Kingdom. Both with similar cultural influences but with a very distinct look between then.
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>>4706166
Trying out the jade trim, I’m not sure how well it mixes though. You can see there’s a clash between the colour-dense pauldrons and the white base. It could work better if the blue was also jade green.
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>>4706206
Why not use Black like this did?
>>4702778
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>>4706207
>>4706206
The black could help, break it up and give a visible representation of how there is a dualism in people. I don't know how practical it would be to add like a silver tiger stripe pattern to it, that may make it too messy though
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>>4706207
>>4706212
Doesn’t look bad, I kind of like it. Also I realised >>4706206 looks like Brazil marines.
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>>4706207
I liked Malal's suggestion of a silver coat under a white paint job to give our marines a shimmering affect or something, similar to the appearance to the fog panthers native to our homeworld.
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>>4706175
So i edited the drawings so they could follow this scheme and I think it managed to break the white without losing the spirit of the colour combination
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>>4706216
Just hope that the anon doesn't mind me messing with his art
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>>4706206
Oh god no, I come to /qst/ to get away from my country.
White, blue, yellow and green are a cursed combination.
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>>4706216
>>4706218
Hey man, alter it as you like. We’re all loyal servants of the Emperor here.
Also I really like what you did with the collar in >>4706216, it really pronounces the defence and gives him a well-armoured look.
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>>4706214
>>4706216
>>4706218
goddamn this is really good
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>>4706175
I still can't get over how weird the eye looks

it's that thing in the middle..and the shape makes it look like pic related
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>>4706214
>>4706175
I really liked the darker trim on the paldron, so I added it to the scheme, and also put the gold in the upper arms that I had missed.
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>>4705941
>>4706036
This dude has a point.


>>4706073
>>4706073
Amazing. I wonder if the white/silver and gold, instead of white and gold could be the new chapter colors.
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>>4706237
here anon, I edit it just for (You)
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>>4706244
Although this could work too.
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>>4706250
this will be for when we get [REDACTED] and our bois have to watch
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>>4706073
Fucking sick
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>>4706239
i like this, maybe with a white or grey skull?
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>>4706423
Something like this?
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Also her's a totally non-chaotic black, white and gold scheme for or non-malal legion.
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>>4706461
We can just say it's for the Yin-Yang aesthetic.
Totally not influenced by a pillar of Chaos, no sir.
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>>4706461
In retrospect, I think I prefer this one.
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>>4706464
Well, if the Imperium can pump out primaris wearing this >>4702778 than we can pimp our legion as well.
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>>4706466
Now with fixed eyes!
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>>4706471
>>4706461
both of these are pretty good, I just had the thought of maybe having the helmet iron like our hair. However I think that might be too on the nose as opposed to the golden lenses, thoughts?
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>>4706476
Like this?
I'm not so sure, the moment you paint the top of the helmet, the grey for the tubes and under-armor become a prominent color, and 4 main ones is kinda convoluted.
Will try adding it to the white and gold to see if looks good.
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>>4706483
Yea I see what you mean there.
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>>4706485
Well, good news!
With the white and gold it kinda works.
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>>4706449
voting this one
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>>4706486
With a different grey for the helmet and fixed eyes it looks better.
Still on the fence about it, specially because I ended up loving the Malal scheme.
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Kinda want to do the meme choice and have our Legion rock vertical split white and black scheme with gold trim
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>>4706510
It's not a meme choice if it looks good.
And like the other anon said it can represent yin and yang and the emperor, so technicaly more lore friendly than just taking the color of one of ours foes.
Praise Malal
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praise be Malal!
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I just realized something. What if the Yan emperor has a personal shield?
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>>4706741
then we will murder him with our fists
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>>4706741
then we kill him. Impersonally.
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>>4706741
>I just realized something. What if the Yan emperor has a personal shield?
Then he's probably corrupted too, just to a lesser extent.
They die with their master and his whore daemon.
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>>4706746
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=8GmLnvkl0v8
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>>4706073
>>4706214
>>4706216

This a well done job !

>>4706218
Since you don t know not at all anon, i feel honored by the art you made. Frankly when i made the Shangrila fog panther i didn t know how it would have look at the end, and even if i liked the result i wasn t sure if i wanted to post it. I did it regardless, and the response i was given and what you did with the symbol have genuine put more than one time a smile on my face. Continue like this.


>>4705698
>>4704812

Anyway i wanted to try out with azure+plume since it s the current colors used by Lieren. As well this dark purple.
I will also post something i made for Jinhai.
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>>4706805
You might also try gray/silver as a background color to represent the fog on Shangrala.
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>>4706805
I really like the last 2.
Because I'm a avid supporter of purple and gold, and because the last paldron is perfect for the Malal armor.
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Wait...you know, i'm thinking about something, but didn't Huli Jing said that there was SOMETHING with Lieren that wasn't just from the Anathema? As in, there was something up with him that wasn't from being a son of the Anathema, there was something else in him.

What did she mean by that?
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>>4706847
>What did she mean by that?
I wouldn't worry about it.
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>>4706847
Part of it was his faith in the Journey. She explicitly said his true faith in his philosophy was the thing hurting her.
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>>4706854
>Powers related to demon who kills demons
>Anger issues
>Father is a jackass
Is Lieren Nero?
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>>4706805
I dig the golden panther on plum for the gradient scheme.
The first one makes me wish we landed in the chinatown district of a cyberpunk hive world. Guess I'll have to wait a little longer for edgerunner primarch quest.
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>>4706847
Malal my dude.
Blessed may he be.
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>>4706822
I will consider this for the next ones.

>>4706835
>>4706881
Thank you

>>4706847
Personally i think it might be the genuine love his people have for him, as well the one he has for them and most of mankind. Beside that probably the Journey and the destruction of several evils (and the plan to give the boot to all the rest of them around).
In regard to Malal, it might not be interested at all in having Lieren and his legion. Maybe just in ensuring to put some strength for ensure in very critical situations, that his chaos bretheren suffer heavy losses and too make them weaker. The deity is still evil and wants just about everyone dead, including himself and especially his bretheren. But while he is about chaos and anarchy, having Lieren wouldn t necessaraly even the odds for him. In fact after the beating he received, he likely doesn t want to be seen or found by his bretheren at all. Helping Lieren even in small measure against chaos forces would put him in great danger.

Anyway here is the symbol for Jinhai, a carp with a spear.
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>>4706847
Could be Malal's influence/touch when he changed the course of the pod.
>>4706854
Is that a Slaaneshi daemonette getting eaten by something?
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>>4706925
>Eaten by something
That's our lord and savior anon, or at least a greater daemon of him.

Actually do Malal/Malice has a daemon hierarchy or is it a free for all? His domain is anarchy after all.
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>>4706925
>Is that a Slaaneshi daemonette getting eaten by something?
I could tell you, but I think that runs contradictory to his gimmick.
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>>4706941
Kinda. No official models but Tyranids were supposed to be his daemons since he was supposed to have an insect theme. Also highly protective mommy daemon were going to be under his domain.
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>>4706941
Despite being the Hierarch of Anarchy and Terror, Malal's subjects do include greater daemons (pic related), lesser daemons, champions, avatars, etc...
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>>4706941
>>4706946
>>4706951
>>4706952
Huh. I have never seen a Malal daemon before. Unfortunately all sources of Warhammer I have managed to see or read didn't say much about Malal which is a shame. He seems like an interesting part of the lore.
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>>4706955
that's because he ((("doesn't exist")))
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>>4706955
What sucks is that the rights to Malal as a character are up in the air.
Nobody is quite sure if some comic authors own the rights or if GW does.
This lead to GW ceasing any mention of the name "Malal" in the late 80's and then retconning him entirely by replacing him with two new gods in Warhammer Fantasy and another in 40K going by the name "Malice".
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>we end up having to make secret police to watch for corruption
>"There is no war in X"
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>>4706960
>>4706965
Sigh. Well unfortunately he isn't the first victim in the war for copyrights. Let's hope something changes in the future even though I don't see it happening.
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>>4706955
The image anon posted was drawn by Tony Ackland, who was hired by GW to make daemons of some fucker called Malign, who was gonna be like reasonable!Khorne. /tg/ took his designs and adapted them for Malal as he was traditionally.
https://1d4chan.org/wiki/Malal
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>>4706974
Hey, atleast it gave us the joke that "the greatest trick Malal pulled is convincing everyone he doesn't exist"
Also we really are malal's champion aren't we? Fighting against the chaos gods, agaibst tyranny, sowing terror in their hearts, etc.
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>>4706974
I mean, "Malice" is essentially just Malal is everything but name (and even that's pretty similar)
Frankly speaking, it's still annoying, but very much tolerable.
I just like having a chaos god to worship who isn't disgusting, incomprehensible, constantly furious, or just plain perverted.
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>>4706978
Oh thanks for the link. Yes really sad that he stopped appearing in the lore.
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>>4706978
> When Malal gets involved, the Great Game turns from Risk to Call of Cthulhu with Old Man Henderson as the head cultist.
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>>4706981
Besides the sowing terror in their hearts part, I think there are other characters or organizations in warhammer that do the other stuff you mentioned.
>>4706983
You know you made me think of something. Since Slaanesh is all about going more and more excessive, could it be that he does something like what it was said the Ilwrathi from star control did and become normal?
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I remember /tg/ made a Daemon Prince generator (which I can't find so I believe it wasn't saved) where the 5th and last DP was one of Malal

They rolled stupidly high for power that the fluffed it as Malal ceding a ton of it's power to the DP so it could kick Chaos ass

Others included a Techpriest turned DP from a Pleasure World, A Khornate that acted as an arms dealer/rabble rouser to get people killed in conflicts, a Purple Weird Boy and I can't remember the Nurgle one
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>>4706983
Malal is very much evil and insane.
His is terror, and pure anarchy, his goal is self-destruction, his follower willing to kill eachother as much as their enemies, in a way, he is true chaos, even more than chaos undivided.
Although I wonder if in this quest he will become a good guy, since we basically are making the closest thing to his workshippers that he ever had, and given the nature of the warp, that could change him to become a deity of freedom and self-reliance.

In a unreleted note, the fact that Lieren started fighting against slanesh followers kinda mirrors buddha fighting against Mara, a being of lust and temptation. I think it's neat.
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>>4706924
That looks really nice my dude.
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>>4706987
My goal for this quest is to get Lieren to register on the Henderson Scale of Plot Derailment. Getting Angron into gardening I think would be a good start.
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>>4707003
>Malal is very much evil and insane.
Yeah but it's all palatable and not flanderized nearly to the same extent as the other Chaos gods.
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>>4706924
Well damn. That is pretty on point.
>>4706987
Oh god.
>>4705799
>>4705805
Backing this. Break them chains.
>>4705848
When he witnesses the Rubric
>"LOOK WHAT THEY DID TO MY BOY!"
When Ahriman goes behind his back for the 40,000th time
> "I knew it was you Azehk! I knew it was you."
I am going to probably write in Magnus having a cat in Eleventh Primarch quest now dang it. It makes sense since the thousand sons are egyptian themed and they loved cats
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>>4707149
>The Prosperan Sphynx
>Descendants of the cats brought along the first colonists who would settle prospero millennia ago
>Close proximity to their Psyker owners for so long has caused the cats to develop their own Psyker powers, minimal as they may be
>Biomancy and Telepathy are the most common Disciplines exhibited by this breed, though others have been noted
>The most famous example is Mittens, the Sphynx of Magnus the Red, Primarch of the XVth Legion
>Much like its owner, Mittens has shown aptitude in all Psyker Disciplines in strength and mastery ahead of any of the Red Giant's Astartes Progeny
>As one would expect, the VIth Legion do not like this breed of feline
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>>4706878
Who would be his Dante?
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>>4706987
God that was such a great green. Anyone else read Old Man Henderson? I think there was a sequel green somewhere where he gets reincarnated or something after killing a god so to speak.

>>4707003
Consider the fact he hasn't been "born" yet, I like to think theres a chance he could take the evolution route of freedom instead of malice. Shit would be cool to have a not absolutely terrible "chaos" god on the playing field.
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>>4707281
I think Malice might actually be the worst. While the other gods personify some positive things like hope, joy, life, etc, Malal is made purely of Chaos attacking itself out of spite. When a bloodletter kills a daemonette, when Tzeentch cultists burn one of Nurgle’s gardens, Malal gets all of that. He’s smaller than the other gods because his “food” is so specific, but he’s also purer for the exact same reason. This god is 200% spite.
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How do y'all think we stack in the primarch ladders in the fields of personal combat, command and likeability?
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Calling the vote now.

The Guards are inured to the sound of screaming, mask your presence with the scream of the patrols you've disabled:8
Infiltrate via the weakness presented by the needless renovations: 5
Free Prisoners:2
Simply kick down the door and act as a distraction:1
Cement Small Chen's Legacy by using it to begin a one man Siege/ assault:2

So, Lieren will infiltrate through the chink in the foxes' defenses and begin to render the fortress defenseless by disabling the guard force, masking his presences with the screams that come naturally when something is assaulted by an angry primarch

utilizing two of the weaknesses Cao Yunru described to him.

Writing now

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kek

>>4706073
Looks so good it could be official, great job man. Loving it

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>>4706216
Nice edits, took me awhile to see what changed

>>4706214
can't wait to see how this turns out

>>4706805
nice
>>4706924
As the son of the seas deserves! Great work!

>>4707176
Mittens the red
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>give Magnus mist panther as a pet
>Several thousand years later they have created a domesticated mini one
>Lieren and Russ: by father what have you done
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The Celestial Incarnation Palace, a den of wickedness, home of foulness, well of hedonism, spring of unbridled excess and greet. The blackened heart of the Yan people, birthplace of Tyranny and dwelling of hellish beings both material and spiritual. Held by every dynasty who has once held the heavenly mandate of the eight courts, it stands as a towering monument to the moral decay and nihilistic gospel that has so degraded and befouled the kingdom you call home. Merely viewing its overtly extravagant construction and gaudy decoration from beneath the peak it languishes upon like corpulent form of its gluttonous rule, sickens and enrages you. A fever of the mind, a malady upon the soul. It is comprised of six separate palaces, surrounded by a six layered wall, and all built from a white marble brick, interspaced with pieces of all the colors of jade in sizes you have never before seen, held together by a mortar of gold and an unnerving reddish clay that is the same hue as raw flesh.

The flowering orchards and pure untainted streams fed by numerous waterfalls that pour from the sides of the palaces wall, are filled with guards and trained killers. Of all the life within these carefully cultivated and utterly manmade forests, they are only outnumbered by the wild foxes that dwell within. Corpses of dissidents, of criminals and those who dared to believe in something beyond mindless indulgence, stand where they died lashed to towering trees that bare fruits alien and unknown to your eyes. Red hued leaves dance upon bone white branches, roots visibly shift beneath the silver grasses. Statues of men and women in little or no dress are scattered beneath the trees as a silent, unmoving legion.

A canopy formed of fine silk ribbons weighed down by all manner of gems and crystals, hang in the treetops, casting the king's orchards in a constant state of twilight. The air is heavy with the stench of spoiled fruit, acrid sweat, rotting meat and freshly spilt blood, and the pungent aroma of bile and regurgitated wine.

The perfect hunting ground for a panther. The guards are blind beneath the fog and blanket of shadows created from the drooping branches and the silks that hold them aloft tied together. And while you may not be a panther, you are in many ways the kindred of the noble and deadly creatures. A hunter of the fogs, a masterful predator who stands at the peak of the food chain, a near unmatched slayer of men and beasts. And of course, much like the panther's themselves, you posses a killer's instinct.

Though the orchard's gloom is pinpricked by the light of lanterns, you move as the wind, unseen and heard. The Yan Tyrants know their doom is swiftly approaching, and despite their nihilistic beliefs have surrounded themselves with a guard force that could rival an army. All so they could indulge and feast upon worldly delights and unnatural desires undisturbed until the very moment of their deaths.
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>>4707385

But when matched against yourself and the sheer depth of your prowess, skill and inhuman ability such precautions are ineffective and become as paltry a defense as walls constructed of fog alone.

Thusly, you move beneath the trees without hesitation or pause, practically marching directly to the center of the Yan's rule unimpeded. Every guard force you encounter, is unable to provide any meaningful resistance nor are able to properly defend themselves. From the fog and gloom you emerge, like the ogre they name you, like the vengeful spirit of all those executed and tortured within these woods.

Striking without remorse, bones splinter and flesh bruises beneath your assault. There is no reason to be subtle in your approach, the servants of the tyrants have grown inured to the chorus of pain that constantly resounds within the halls of their master's palace. Their brothers never investigate the source of their shrieks of pain or cries of agony, their screams for help strangely acting as a means to conceal your presence within the orchard.

Leaving behind piles of broken bodies, men with legs snapped like twigs, arms twisted like ribbons of silk and nerves screaming so loudly it renders the body unresponsive, you continue your uninterrupted march towards the Celestial Incarnation Palace. The sight of old bones, decaying cadavers and women who had still lived at morning, further strengthens your conviction and fuels the wrath and disgust that the Yan and their fortress already inspire within you.

None who wander the woods beneath and the roads that lead to the palace can match your rapidity, strength and martial talents. So they all fall before you, like autumn leaves. You do not need to resort to using your Chendao to dispatch them, or even utilizing a second hand. With your legs and uncovered arm alone, you shatter the defenses surrounding the devil's castle and reach its first wall undetected and unwounded.

A curious fox, watches the tail that squirms upon your belt, struggling to free itself and return to the rest of its body. The glint of the stolen treasure of the Yan's shines into the poor creatures eye, and sends it fleeing into the underbrush. Adjusting what remains of your armor, so it sits more comfortably upon your breast, you approach the wall, that has been partially torn down and rebuilt.

Two statues cast in solid gold stand upon the road that leads to the palace from the orchard as unliving sentinels. Two Golden women with foxish faces sneer down towards you, their eyes closed and expression mirthful. In the gaudy decorations' hands, sit pitchers turn over as if they were being poured. Judging by the dried streams running beneath them, they are intended to spit forth water in an needless show of wealth.

Wooden scaffolding lines the half constructed wall they stand before, forever mocking all who walk beneath them.
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>>4707387

You feel the urge to tear down these idols and rend the wall asunder, but the sounds of breaking metal and shattering stone would not be ignored as the screams and wails of your prior victims were.

So burying the whimsical desire for destruction of such wasteful displays of wealth, you begin to scale the scaffolding with the utmost ease careful not to make a sound or cause the wood to creak beneath your weight. Pulling yourself up upon the ledge hanging from the outmost wall, you slither like a shadow to its top.

Glancing around, searching for patrols of guards or lost drunkards who have escaped the grasp of the endless festival within the palace's grounds, you see neither of either and continue forward.

A sudden flash of light and movement stops you instantaneously. Hiding within the shadows cast by an dangerously tall watchtower, you witness two guards making their way across the desolate garden.

Their presences stirs something that lays beneath a white barked tree, upon a bed of thorns and cutting grasses. Glass shimmers in fire light, as you realize what is moving.

A young woman, dressed in the tattered remains of a weather worn robe, woven of wool and reed fibers. Brutalized, maimed, tortured and abuse, the girl barely groan raises her head as the light falls upon her single functioning eye. The other sits within her skull, pulped by the lash of a whip judging by the wound that mars her once handsome features. Her jaw hangs broken, one both of her hands have been turned to stumps and snapped at the wrists, brands of burnt skin adorning the raw flesh that had been stripped and skinned away. There are bites taken from the meat of her arms, inflicted by human teeth. Strips of flesh and skin have been peeled from her bare thighs and legs. Most of her exposed skin that remains in is bruised purple and maroon. A strange symbol has been carved by a knife upon her forehead.

The state of this women alone is enough to fill you with an anger that burns so brightly it would be all but blinding, but what happens next cause you to unleash that same fury that would otherwise be restrained and locked away in your heart.

Despite having her tongue removed by prongs, this poor tormented souls sits herself by her own power, still laying upon a bed of broken glass and thorns stained with her blood and unspeakable fluids, and begins to speak. Begins to chant. Within her soul, resolve, passion, courage and determination mingle and flow together despite the pain and fear burning within her mind. They have stolen her voice, but not silenced it.

The words leave her cut apart lips slurred and mumbled, for she can not speak above a defiant whisper. Dragging her crippled legs together, she sits as if in prayer, and struggles to move her dislocated arms into the closest approximation she can manage of one of the many forms of meditation described within the Journey.
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>>4707388

But instinctively, from the moment your eyes found her you knew she was a follower of its philosophy and student of its guiding lessons.

Her voice reaches your ears, like song, the words her spirit struggles to translate through her ruined mouth. Her maimed body shakes as she speaks a tenant to comfort herself and bolster the faith the foxes have gone to such terrible lengths to break.

"Do not cling to life, or its joys, do not cling to life, or its sorrows. This is the wisdom I give to you" Her unbroken spirit's chanting resonates within you, washing over your body like a cooling summer breeze. In reality, she mutters, mumbling as she struggles to pronounce even a single syllable of the tenant correctly, unable to raise her voice above a hoarse and stuttering whisper.

"Oh you still live" One of the guard mocks, tossing a bowl half filled with wine at the wretch revealed by their lanterns' light "How remarkable! the sixth prince is not known for his gentleness, what a fortunate girl you are, you shall be given the privledge of his touch once more. His brothers stole his other playthings"

"A blood affair" The other sneers as if amused by the terrible deeds they discuss. The woman, unintimidated and unmoved, continues her efforts to speak in a show of audacious disobedience, as a storm rages across your mind and you envision the countless ways you could dispatch her tormenters.

Break their necks from behind, rupture their lungs with a single kick, crack their skulls with a piercing strike of the fog panther style, decapitate them with a singular strike of your Chendao, Choke the life out of them. A thousand avenues of attack, a thousand ways to punish their wickedness.

Perhaps a piece of jade torn from they half built wall, broken in two and whipped with enough force to piece both of their jugular veins. Perhaps. They begin to approach her, but move to slowly to reach her before you decide which manner of killing will be the most efficient in this scenario

"For your life will end, no matter what you do to prevent or delay it, death shall come to you someday" Her heart's voice sings to you, as the words that leave her lips become an incomprehensible slurry of sounds and half spoken fragments of the words she intends to speak, but you understand what she means to proclaim in defiance to her tormenters "But that does not mean life is meaningless, all things must end, but that does not mean they never existed"

"What disgusting sounds, perhaps the prince will not mind if we bring her to him cold?" The first of the contemptuous duo suggests to the other, who merely snorts and shakes his head.

"The sixth son enjoys the sound of screaming" He says, raising his lantern to show how he draws his thumb across his throat in warning. The first growls

"Well, he will not mind if I indulge in a taste myself, will he?" The other jokes cruelly.
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>>4707389

That is the moment your fury takes hold of you, accompanied by a sound similar to breaking glass. Unable to resist the compulsion, you leap from your perch upon the wall and throw your legs forward as you take flight above the empty garden. And fall upon the backs of the two bastards below, like a furious falling star.

The force of your impact, and the pressure of your weight falling directly upon the backs of the two animals' necks, cause them to half sever the moment your steel boots touch their flesh. As they fall forward, your landing crushes their skulls beneath your steel clad heels, effectively both decapitating and destroying their heads in one clean movement. Blood, grey matter and shard of wayward bone cascade upon the grasses and thorns beneath, and dirty your armor further.

The woman looks up at you, dazed and struggling to remain conscious. In the dark of the night, she sees the gold that burns within your eyes, reflected upon the moonlight. Her tatter lips pull back to form a smile, as she raises the mangled mess that had once been her hands towards you as if praying to idol of the gods themselves.

Some of her fingers have been cut from her hands, some twisted, a few bitten. Her stumps run with blood and the wine that had been tossed to her, as she prostrates before you upon glass and razor edged glass.

Your stomach churns, and the wrath within you burns so brightly it becomes cold fury, and thus is able to be chain and restrained once more.

This palace shall burn for what occurs within its walls. All who carry out those monstrous deeds, shall hang from its walls as it burns to naught but ash and smoldering cinder.

What will you do with the tortured woman, Lieren?
>Carefully lift her, and treat her wounds best she can. You shall return for her, but the mission takes precedence. Breach the second wall
>Ask if she knows where the man who did this to her dwells, and lift her upon your back to guide you to the first member of the Yan dynasty to die by your hand.
>Offer her release from her misery, a painless escape from her agony, alongside apologies for not arriving sooner, and questions where the other prisoners are held. No one else shall suffer her fate.
>"Do not pray to me, I am naught but a man blessed by birth. Grieve for what shall occur tonight, for I shall my hands shall be bloodied by the filth that dwells in this place. The walking disease that dares to disguise itself as men that have wounded and defiled you shall be burnt away from this world, FOR I SHALL KILL EVERY MAN WITHIN THE WALLS OF THIS PALACE!!". *Begin the slaughter*.
>Write in
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>>4707392
>Carefully lift her, and treat her wounds best she can. You shall return for her, but the mission takes precedence. Breach the second wall.
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>>4707392
>Carefully lift her, and treat her wounds best she can. You shall return for her, but the mission takes precedence. Breach the second wall
Give her some water and hide her away some place.
Look at the mark on her head and try to decipher if it means anything. Knowing who our enemy is, it could be some sorcery, or general branding.

I swear once this war is over? We should make all kinds of prosthetics for her.
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>>4707392
>Offer her release from her misery if she wishes of it.
if she doesn't then

>Carefully lift her out and treat her wounds.
Regardless of her fate

>"Pray not to me, for I am but a man. Grieve for the terrible theft of life I am about to unleash." Begin the slaughter.
Because frankly, I've had it up to here with Yan and his men. No more. We are going to slaughter ALL OF THEM from outside in and no tyrant is escaping these fucking walls with their lives intact. Lets show them how much damage a panther of the south can unleash.
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>>4707392
>A strange symbol has been carved by a knife upon her forehead.
Still worried about that. Some things I think to add would be searching the bodies of the guards for anything seemingly important
Use the clothes from the corpses to help bandage up her everything. If they have any high proof alcohol it'll help with disinfecting her everything.
Impart our new wisdom to her to help bolster her own mind and fortitude.

I really think we should destroy the fox tail. There is an eerie number of foxes here and I'm pretty sure the fox tail belongs to a demon. If the tail reunites with them, we're gonna have a slight problem.
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>>4707404
Doesnt death and slaughter feed chaos most of the time? Especially when it comes to Khorne and slanesh? This whole place is like a ritual circle with the six gates, the giant walls.
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>>4707405
Symbol is that of slannesh, calling it.
Foxes here because the Fox is the symbol of Yan, it's a thing they would do to name it their domain.

And yes, the fox tail does belong to a demon, we know this. But it returning to it's master doesn't do anything terrible for us, just a bit more of a nuisance.

>>4707406
It does. But we aren't letting any of them live anyway, the question is moot. Acknowledge that everything feeds chaos including the war we started, and only start to worry if we are doing something that isn't normal or truly large amounts of bloodshed. So depending on the size of the palaces, this might count.
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>>4707392
>Offer her release from her misery, a painless escape from her agony, alongside apologies for not arriving sooner, and questions where the other prisoners are held. No one else shall suffer her fate.
>Ask for her name, so her surpassing faith and belief can be remembered for all time
I have no idea how she's still kicking, but there's nothing we can do for her without modern surgical equipment or biomancy.
The absolute least we can do is give her some measure of peace and make sure she isn't forgotten like so many others in this hell-hole.
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>>4707392
Embrace her and take her somewhere safe, tear the robes from the dead men to wrap her.

"I am no god dear little one, but your will and compassion are worthy of such. Rest now, I shall see this tyranny ends tonight."

Kiss the top of your head "dream of home"

Then leave her in a safe place then delete this place from existence
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>>4707392
>Offer her release from her misery, a painless escape from her agony, alongside apologies for not arriving sooner, and questions where the other prisoners are held. No one else shall suffer her fate.
If she refuses
>Carefully lift her, and treat her wounds the best you can (and put her in a safe place). You shall return for her, but the mission takes precedence. Breach the second wall.

If we see any more prisioners, we save them if we can or put them out of their misery after removing the brand. When we reach Scyfy tech level, we regenerate all her missing partd and give her and the others the best life we can.
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>>4707421
Perhaps an idea to set up a mission or other monkish institution for them to live comfortably, for their service and faith.
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>>4707392
>Carefully lift her, and treat her wounds best she can. You shall return for her, but the mission takes precedence. Breach the second wall
>Ask if she knows where the man who did this to her dwells, and lift her upon your back to guide you to the first member of the Yan dynasty to die by your hand.
>Ask for her name, so her surpassing faith and belief can be remembered for all time

Draw a cross on the symbol. No doubt something for indicate possesion as a slave or something even more wicked.
By draw upon it we show defiance to it.

Check if the guards have keys. And also use their clothing for better cover this slave.

The son of the tyrant could hold some useful information for the fight ahead. Maybe knowledge about sorceries inside.
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>>4707392
>Carefully lift her, and treat her wounds best she can. You shall return for her, but the mission takes precedence. Breach the second wall
LIisten, i REALLY wanna slaughter them all. I want to kill every single disgusting piece of shit in this palace.

But we are running on borrowed time. We NEED to STOP that HULI JING, And we need to do it NOW. The massacre comes AFTER.
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>>4707404
I will add asking her name to this vote. Because she does deserve to be remembered.
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>>4707431
Consider. Massacre in her direction?
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>>4707434
And make everyone notice us? They'll just start the plan earlier. No. We need to go NOW. Give her peace, but GO. FAST. GO FAST.
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>>4707440
What does it matter if they notice us?

They ignore screams, and any man who tries to leave the way we came in dies due to our reach.
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>>4707442
It's one thing to ignore a few screams, it's another to ignore the chaos of hundreds of courtiers getting slaughtered. Not just that, but the nobles will be together with the slaves they're using, and THESE slaves are getting the fuck out of there the first moment they get. It's going to cause chaos.

Daemon Killing first, Defenestrating Noblemen late.
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>>4707392
>Carefully lift her, and treat her wounds best she can. You shall return for her, but the mission takes precedence. Breach the second wall
>Ask if she knows where the man who did this to her dwells, and lift her upon your back to guide you to the first member of the Yan dynasty to die by your hand.
The daemon know we are here, judging by what the foxes are doing, so we need to hurry. But we won't abandon a follower.
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>>4707445
This dude gets it, we are going to have all thee time in the world to deal with the degenerates when we kill the king and daemon.
Also they are going to use the slaves as living shields, because of course they will.
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>>4707445
We have to walk through the courtiers anyway to get to Yan. I see no reason not to cut them down as we move, but I concede on the rest of the nobles.

>>4707446
Uh mate, you realise in saying "not abbandoning her" you are also going to the completely wrong palace with the wrong Yan. That isn't hurrying.
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>>4707431
Support, make a beeline for the daemonette. Kill anyone who happens to be in the way, sure, but kill the daemonette ASAP. Then we’ll purée every noble in the place.
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>>4707404
Supporting this course of action, of offering release from pain humanely.
Then watering and treating her if she wants that. Lieren could use the cloth of the deceased guards as bandages since his armour really needs no further damage. He will send any other people he can find her way, such as other missionaries or untainted servants that are directed to help her escape this place.

Lieren should promise that he will end the Yan nightmare for the sake of her and others like her. He'd be steaming mad at this point
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>>4707465
That's not the image I meant to post.
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>>4707449
I thought she would lead us to the king, since the prince probably lives in a royal quarter, so the his father should be nearby.
Unless his feud with his brothers is so great he moved to another wing of the palace. That could be a possibility.
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>>4707470
There are 6 palaces, he is the 6th prince, it isnt hard to imagine that Yan has a central tower and given the rest of his sons a palace each, the slanneshi whores.

By the way, are we all in agreement that we are tearing this palace down and either repurposing or flat out disposing of the materials?
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>>4707476
>By the way, are we all in agreement that we are tearing this palace down and either repurposing or flat out disposing of the materials?

Yes, there will be a lot to do after the fall of the Yang.
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>>4707476
That makes sense, I will retract the asking for her help part of my vote>>4707446 and change it to asking her name.

People that are voting to euthanize her, you do realize that if the mark on her forehead is the mark of Slannesh, you are dooming her soul for an eternity of torture at worst or being eaten at best? Because I doubt that her faith in a nascent ideology is enough to shield her from the warp equivalentent of a bright neon sign.
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>>4707490
People are being impulsive and not thinking it through.
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>>4707494
It could also be that a fair few of us just aren't that familiar with the lore.
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>>4707490
If she wishes to die and be free of the pain, who are we to refuse her?

All the same, I hope she doesnt because she has lasted this long and salvation is so close.
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>>4707509
Fair. Though if you’re here and unfamiliar with the lore you aren’t really making informed decisions either.
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>>4706471
This one is a bit more on the nose.
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>>4707518
Not even trying to hide it anymore.
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>Carefully lift her, and treat her wounds best she can. You shall return for her, but the mission takes precedence. Breach the second wall
>Ask if she knows where the man who did this to her dwells, and lift her upon your back to guide you to the first member of the Yan dynasty to die by your hand.
>"Do not pray to me, I am naught but a man blessed by birth." *Beign the slaughter*
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>>4707523
>[SOMEONE TO HATE] summoned.
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>>4707518
I like
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>>4706471
Another variation because I really liked this colour combination and it's versatility.
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>>4707534
And now all the colour schemes I have side by side so it's easier to choose a favorite.
Actually it's so I can save the image on my phone in case the day the vote to paint our legion comes and I'm away from my PC.
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>>4707536
I came up with this. Essentially it is just an insult to the Yan by using the inverse of their main color and then accenting with jade
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>>4707392
>>Carefully lift her, and treat her wounds best she can. You shall return for her, but the mission takes precedence. Breach the second wall
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>>4707544
The green looks bad, and the yellow needs to be brighter. I used the sunburst yellow option.
Perhaps another type of jade might work?
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>>4707550
I also came up with this, it has the split of malal while also featuring our own personal colors
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>>4707544
I used white jade instead and painted a few details grey to break the mono black, I think it can work.
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>>4707552
The problem I have with it is that it has 5 main colours, more than 3 and it's starts looking too busy.
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>>4707544
And her's a version even closer to your original scheme.
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I think you people are adding too much black

Also, do you really want to literally just rip off The Sons of Malice scheme? You DO Know that just because we might have something to do with Malal doesn't immediately that we are FATED and it' UNAVOIDABLE for us to turn into the Sons of Malice.

I mean fuck, Malice and Malal aren't even the same people.
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>>4707587
yea but we don't have many other ideas yet :/
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>>4707588
there are other schemes and ideas beyond that one.
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>>4707592
I know, but anon above doesn't seem to like those either
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>>4707587
Either try to find a combination that works or stop pissing in your pants my dude.
Here, I will even link the site to help you along
http://www.bolterandchainsword.com/
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>>4707587
And the original black one I made wasn't even inspired by a son of malice, but transposing a primaris armor onto a smallrine, I just started adding stripes for the meme, and than messing with the design because gold, black and white is fucking kino.
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>>4707392
>>Carefully lift her, and treat her wounds best she can. You shall return for her, but the mission takes precedence. Breach the second wall
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>>4707536
Version 2, edited the meme options to be slightly less copied from the Sons of Malice.
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>>4707414
Give it a year or two after the war, and we'll have some bionics for the gal. We could hopefully work something out with Kanzeon so we get better medical equipment sooner than later.

Reconsider killing here with this post >>4707490
>>4707404
>>4707414
>>4707421
>>4707465

>>4707485
Yes, once we finish.
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>>4707669
I'm not saying "Kill her", I'm saying "Look girl, do you want me to make the pain go away now, or can you hold on a bit longer?"
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>>4707676
She’s consciously prostrating before Lieren on glass and follows the Journey. Your concerns are a bit misplaced.
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>>4707636
Version 3, separated the fan favorite white and gold and the Malal option from the black, gold and white I made, felt like I was forcing my opinion by combining them, also fixed some details I missed.
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>>4707709
But the main reason is because I keep making different variations.
Hopefully this time file will go through.
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>>4707704
Perhaps, I'm just a bit worried that she is numb due to the trauma/blood loss by this point.
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>>4707721
Had painted one of the gloves wrong.
I think I'm done now.
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>>4707709
Checkered is best
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>>4707392
>>Carefully lift her, and treat her wounds best she can. You shall return for her, but the mission takes precedence. Breach the second wall
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>>4707392
>>Carefully lift her, and treat her wounds best she can. You shall return for her, but the mission takes precedence. Breach the second wall
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>>4707392
>>Carefully lift her, and treat her wounds best she can. You shall return for her, but the mission takes precedence. Breach the second wall
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>>4707709
I swear to God that this two images are cursed so every time I fix an error anew one appears.
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>>4707865
Please just let this be the end.
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>>4707392
>>Carefully lift her, and treat her wounds best she can. You shall return for her, but the mission takes precedence. Breach the second wall
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>>4707866
http://www.bolterandchainsword.com/topic/282304-chapter-generator/
This might help or make it worse.
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>>4707910
Are you trying to send me into a deeper spiral to paint even more marines and vehicles now?
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>>4707921
Is that a good or bad this?
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So what’s the plan? Killing the daemon first or the Emperor?
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I was wondering colour wise what if instead of white we used a gentle cream kinda like beached bone or khaki? Then had that lined with a very deep colour of some kind and small highlights of gold?
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>>4707992
The daemon seems to talk through him, and Yin said that she is his favorite concubine, so they are definitaly together.
>>4707993
The painter has bleached bone, will see if looks good.
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>>4707993
Does something like this work?
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>>4708012
Made some changes.
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>>4707993
If it’s any help, I’ve been using an off-white colour as the base of the armour in the drawings since it helps with lighting later on. I got the idea from White Scars art like pic related. It’s got a slightly yellowish tint to it, possibly eggshell.
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>>4708037
And this one with white instead of creame
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>>4708012
I do like that bleached bone plus gold and while I dig the deep blue I'm sure others will have some nice ideas to.
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>>4707392
>Offer her apologies for not arriving sooner, and questions where the other prisoners are held. No one else shall suffer her fate.
>Carefully lift her, and treat her wounds best she can. You shall return for her, but the mission takes precedence. Breach the second wall
I wonder if we can stage a mini slave rebellion as a distraction.
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>>4707922
Finally downloaded the chapter creator you linked. It's not just space marines and vehicles, it's fullt customizeble, even down to making your own equipamemt, and also has chaos and imperial guard.
And you linked it to someone who said they could stop making variant out of 3 colour in a program that's the equivalent of a colouring book in comparison.
You are a truly evil man.
Now I have to make the entire fucking legion, any traitor descendents, primaris reinforcements and Shangrala's regiment.
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>>4708163
But then a number of the slaves would die anon, avoiding that is why we are here doing this
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>>4708166
Okay then we just free any slave we find? Won't that lead to the slaves that try to escape dieing or sticking with us and being in even more danger? Since I doubt that the guards will ignore so many escaped slaves considering we are going into the heart of the slave capital.
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>>4708165
Have fun.
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>>4708215
Oh, I'm enjoying myself.
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>>4708056
This one goes to beige-loving anon, it looks way better in this painter.
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>>4708289
Thanking you kindly mate! I really do like this look, it seems more humble and gentle than hard bright white
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>>4708276
>>4708289
Looking good
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>>4708289
>>4708276
I may have to retract my allegiance to the Black and White

These are fantastic looking and capture the majesty of a Legion better than the old Marine painter
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>>4708340
You can't leave, you signed your soul with the club when you entered.
I'm afraid I will have to call Lieren's rebellious teenage sons to deal with you.
check the filename
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>>4708349
once we become a champion of chaos
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>>4708349
But than you don't need to go traitor to rock the black and white.
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Shangrala's Planetary Defense Force, Benevolence on Azure and Plum Wings, better know by the wider Imperium as Benevolent Wings, are named so due to a popular song among the peasantry during Lieren's uprising against the Yan dynasty.
This specific trooper in question is part of the artillery division, know by the Shangralians as the Steel Dragons, one of the most prolific and sought after deployment in the planet's military, specially among women, due to the actions of legacy of many notable heroes of the planetary folklore.
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>>4708404
>Another popular, though unofficial, name is the Children of Dandan
>>4708349
Sure I can! Watch! *Jumps into wormhole*
So what should we name our Gloriana?
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>>4708438
Old fellow after Lieren's cow
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>>4708438
Benevolence, maybe.
Or Judge of Tyrants.
Or something in Chinese.
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>>4708457
How about our horse? They're likely to die before Big E gets us. And I like the idea that Lieren names his new 'Mount' after his first one
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>>4708438
2nd legion gets absorbed into the Grey Knights and Sisters of Battle
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I just realised we effectively have the mind set of vision from age of Ultron, right down to the speech about us maybe not being what our maker intended.

https://youtu.be/I7jP1JQerrw
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>>4708404
Now, color scheme aside, I think I have a good idea (pic related) for our Guardsmen's uniforms and general aesthetic.
>>4708438
I like to imagine "Dan-Dan" is the term people will use to describe the sound of artillery firing in the future.
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Alright Calling the vote now. Been waking up a little late, so sorry for the late updates

Carefully lift the woman and treat her wounds as best as you are able. Continue with the mission, breach the second wall:17
Offer her release from her misery and torment:4
Pray not to me, for I am but a man:4
As her name, so her unsurpassed faith and belief may be remembered for all time:4
Ask if she knows where the man who did this to her dwells:2

So Lieren shall do his best to treat the girl's wounds as best as he is able to, and place her somewhere safe before continuing on his mission and breaching the second wall.

Writing now

>>4708404
>>4708438
Ooh stylish, like the write up to. Might be taking that for the future.
>>4708499
It also sounds fitting even if you don't know the origin of the phrase.

these two guard posts makes me imagine a Ciaphas cain story where The HERO OF THE IMPERIUM and Jurgen meet a regiment of Shangralan guard and have to deal with them speaking in Koans and proverbs and quoting the Journey when applicable to the present situation

>>4707528
STANDO POWAH

>>4708457
Imagine how the Magos honored with the privledge of constructing one of the flagships of mankind forces would seethe when its owner, upon being gifted it, names it after a long dead ungulate
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>>4708537
>Imagine how the Magos honored with the privledge of constructing one of the flagships of mankind forces would seethe
We are likely to deal with a lot of angry tech-priests if any of them ends up finding about Kanzeon I think.
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>>4708467
I'm sure our red-hare would be honored in being named after a giant spaceship so he could trample enemies in spirit.
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I hunger for Lieren: Kung Fu Hustle edition
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Figured I'd tell you lads about the technical issues that stalled me for a bit. For once it wasn't caused by a malignant machine spirit.

But rather my cat, leaping onto my pc tower and managing to turn off my computer as I was writing, and made me have to wait for it to start up again. Thankfully wordcounter prevented a CATastrophe.

Hopefully she doesn't do it again
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>>4708580
>P A I N
Is there anything stopping us from making a +P incendiary. 50 cal handgun for when Lieren needs to deal with many weaker targets?
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>>4708583
Im sure something akin to a sized up webley could be devised as a sidearm. To be fit for a primarch it would most likely have to chambered in 454 Casul or higher. Would also be best in an onyx black polished finish with the front and rear sight posts having gold inlay for easier sight acquisition / style points.
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>>4708580
fog panthers are watching you
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>>4708594
While we're at it? Ballistic fists for war. Pretty much a shotgun attached to the top of your hand with the end of the barrel near your knuckles.

What would be a good type of ammo to load in a primarch tier punch shotgun? Buckshot? Birdshot? Slugs? DRAGON BREATHS?!
https://youtu.be/t8fmhpy0z1U
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>>4708604
Consider this, metalstorm bolt shells.
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>>4708580
Mittens the Red was trying to send a message and in so doing broke everything just like Magnus, fitting.
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>>4708613
Go on?
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>>4708615
Bolt shells which explode some 3 to 4 feet before the target, and in doing so unleash their payload of razor fletchettes to dice groups of oncoming enemies.

Pushing and palming people away is all well and good but when we need to get rid of groups and make space, like orks, then this means of doing so if the most effective.
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Tbh given they would be deployed via fists when we throw hands why not have one hand be anti armour so solid slug high temp like a tungsten bolt then the other hand uses heavy bolter rounds so we can choose the round
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Why not just have a selection of ammo to be used as needed? Versatility is cool.
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>>4708627
>Bolt shells which explode before they hit the target to deal a sphere of explosive damage
I happen to know just the thing.
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And even then, those who preformed such atrocities and carried out these crimes would not be punished satisfactorily. The sheer scope and vileness of their deeds cannot be forgiven even in death. Some men may claim, that an equal response would be required for these worms that walk as men to be properly punished. But torture and sadism is anathema to your being, and further cruelty does not heal the scars left behind. Nothing can, and nothing can erase what has been done in this den of odious beasts and their repugnant deeds. It can only be prevented from growing anew from the ashes left behind.

All that can be done, is to move forward and build a future were such foulness is not permitted to live, where such terribleness is reviled by all and condemned. The past cannot be rewritten, however the damage may let be undone. It is wiser to nurture and create in response to destruction, rather than fanning the flames. And while your reason for coming to this loathsome palace is to pull it down brick by brick and ensure it may never be inhabited or raised from the ashes you leave behind, by your nature you would prefer to be rebuilding rather than tearing down.

But it must be done, for the good of the people and the land. Once more, your hands must be stained scarlet in the labor of pruning the garden of mankind. But that does not prevent you from saving a life with those same hands, despite how many that shall bring to demise this night.

This Young Woman, barely the elder of Xiaowen or Chieftan Akanksha, does not wish to die. It is clear with your vision. She has not given up the remaining strands of wayward hope tightly gripped by her heart. Despite the defilement and torture she has endured, her spirit yet burns as bright as a sun unshrouded by fog. She would have faced her death defiant and unafraid, yet she does not wish for it, even as maimed and crippled as she has been rendered.

As the Journey instructs. Though you came here to destroy and murder, you shall at least be able to do kindness as well, however small of an act of charity it may be it is still worth doing.

Gingerly, you take the broken and abused body of the woman into your arms, careful not to aggravate or otherwise worsen her injuries. It is a miracle she is still alive with the wounds that have been inflicted upon her, further evidence of the power of her will and hope. While some would call it a mercy to end her life, that such an lessened, crippled existence is not worth living but you do not agree with such views.

Though it is folly to cling to life, it is also folly to seek death. This wanderer upon the road you have laid forth does not wish to die, though she is battered she is not broken. There is still purpose and meaning to her life. She does not wish to give into the temptations of death and its release from suffering. Despite all she has endured, she has not abandoned hope.
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>>4708641


So you shall not abandon her. It may not be possible to preserve her life, but that does not mean you should leave her to fade into the uncaring night. She has survived by nothing but will and ardent belief thus far, too many it may seem written in stone that her fate shall be a tragic one. But fate, destiny is naught but the salve of fools. Her wounds may be grave, but you shall tend to them to the best of your ability, to bolster the weakening flame of life within.

Pulling the robes from beneath the corpses of her would be assaulters, you lay them out upon the grass with one hand, while you hold the shuddering form of your follower against yourself. She cries, sobbing and struggling to speak praises. She's trying to sing. Burning tears trail across your cheeks as you are required to gently pull herself from the sanctuary your arms embody to her, to lay her upon the silk matt you've laid out.

Setting aside your back, careful to avoid brushing your fingers against the thrashing fox tail tied to your waist, you begin to gather and ready supplies. Medicines, alcohol to cleanse wounds, pills containing vitamins and minerals alike to help strength the body, among other curative substances and tools for the labor ahead.

She swallows a trio of pills you drop into her mouth, one to dull her pain, one to slow the flow of her blood, and a third to help her body fight infection. Then, pulling a small cylinder of lacquered bamboo from your pack, you hand it to her and mime the motion of biting.

"The method I shall perform to banish the infection roiling within your open wounds, shall be most agonizing, I'd advise you to bite down as hard as you are able to upon this container" You say, offering it towards her, she merely shakes her head and turns her single eye towards the night's sky. She begins to chant under her breath, as well as she able to considering her missing tongue and broken teeth.

You nod

"As you wish, I believe if you have endured the treatment given to you, this shall feel like but a gentle spring shower in comparison" You say, before setting aside the container to begin your work "Though I know it would seem outrageous, I must plead with you not to cry out in pain"

Her eyes look into yours, unafraid, and she merely smiles in return. A painful action, considering her lips are cut and torn to pieces.

And she does not disappoint and break the unspoken trust. While tears flow from her eyes, and her limbs tense and jolt in reaction to your treatment, she does not complain or even make a sound. A most respectable show of composure and mental fortitude. Cutting away burnt and rotting flesh, you anoint her wounds with strong spirit and stitch as many as you can shut before covering them in a thick salve made of wax, the preserving oil pressed from the flowers of your father's garden and many other medicinal herbs and reagents.

It burns worse than the alcohol itself at times, yet she still endures silently.
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>>4708642

Steadily, you piece her flesh back together and mend what can be saved.

Like stitching a child's doll back together, but each movement of the needle, and slice of your knife are agonizing, not only for her but yourself.

Images of Small Chen's corpse flash across your minds eye as you work to save a life. Even those trained to preform such lifesaving procedures could not save your friend, and they would not be able to save this woman. You are not even certain that you will be able to. The mere fact she is still alive is a miracle, though you do not believe in such divine providence, there is no other way to explain her survival outside of her sheer force of willpower somehow managing to allow her to cling to life in a body that by all means should have broken down and expired.

You have heard stories of such occurrences before, but had only seen a man struggle beyond what his body could allow and endure once before. The Last lord of the Cui. Cui Fu. The first man to ever strike you, to ever face you in battle utterly unafraid and unintimidated.

To think such a frail woman would have a will comparable to the greatest warrior the Yan had ever produced. It is almost as remarkable as her faith withstanding such cruel treatment and defilement, unbowed and unbroken.

There is no certainty that she will survive to the see dawn's light, but your tender care and treatment shall at least give her a fighting chance to recover. Even if she may never walk, speak or even care for herself again, she may yet live. Its humbling to see that your work has given one so small the strength to withstand injuries as grave as those inflicted upon her body and mind. She's wrapped tightly in strips of silk soaked in alcohol and powdered with a cleansing agent, to keep her wounds clean and free of infection should she survive her injuries and ill treatment.

But there is one final treatment to carry out. What remains of her lost eye must be removed. You keep your own eyes open as you wash you hand with the strongest alcohol and medical reagents you carry, before carefully maneuvering it above the scarred socket.

Despite her intoxicated and dazed state, the woman understands what you are about to do, and steels herself. But she does not close her remaining, and begins to weakly sing a song.

Kind golden eyes. You feel ashamed of what you are doing, but it must be done. Quickly, you hook a finger beneath the ruin of her eye and pull it forth. Her expression turns into a grimace of agony, and she clenches her jaw to keep from shrieking in pain, slamming the stumps that were once her hands upon the silks she lays upon.

It is over in a moment, the nerves connecting the remains of her pulped eye cut with a single swipe of your knife. She breathing heavily now, whimpering and moaning as quietly as possible considering the pain you had to put her through.
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>>4708643

Without a word, you place another pain numbing pill within her mouth, and carefully clean out her eye socket, wrapping a silk bandage especially tight around her head as she continues to groan and mumble garbled words.

Judging from the movement of her lips, she's trying to thank you and keep you from feeling guilt for what you have done to her, praising you like a child who had just met a hero of legend.

Under any other circumstances, it would warm your heart and bring relief to your mind, like the laughter of children or the prideful smile of your father, or the voices of your friends. But it is inefficient remedy for your pain, sorrow and rage. For the two of you sit in a garden decorated with the corpses of her less fortunate peers and fellows. Their bodies brutalized, shamed and defiled before being strung up like macabre artworks. There's can be no salve for your soul, until the monsters who would commit such foulness are brought to justice, and slaughtered like the animals they are.

All life is equal, this is true. But these abominations who walk as men have squandered this universally given respect and empathy. They have degraded themselves and degenerated via following their wicked and sinful way of life. They cannot be allowed to live to see the coming done.

As you smolder in these most dark of emotions, the girl sits up and grabs one of the knives you used in her treatmen. Pulling down the bandages on her forehead, she drags the blade across the strange symbol cut into it, removing it from her flesh with only a gasp leaving her lips.

Tossing the knife away, she puts one of her ruined hands upon your leg and smiles sweetly, blood dripping down her brow, over his nose and past her lips.

"Hahnkt Oooh" She manages to mutter before lying back down, once more enthralled by the potency of the medicine boiling within her veins.

Wincing, you treat and cover her final act of defiance before gently placing a hand upon her shoulder.

"I must leave now, but I shall return for you, the scent of the medicine should disuade any scavengers, be they beasts or men" You say reassuringly as she stares at you with her single eye, still smiling.

"Suuuh Buhehful, Suuuh ahnd" She says weakly as you collect your supplies, but leave a knife by her side, so she will be able to defend herself if the need arises.

Standing once more, you walk into the shadows surrounding the garden decorated with corpses and mutilated flesh, and walk further into the grounds of the Celestial Incarnation Palace.

This mission takes precedence over grieving for the other followers of the Journey laid to rot within the halls of this tainted locale, as it takes precedence before bringing the sole survivor among them to safety.

There is music in the air, and screams, as you plot the most efficient course through the web of hallways, paths and towering bridges to reach the second outmost layer of the six ringed wall.
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>>4708644

The horrors the lurk within the shadows and hidden nooks of this palace would be unseen by the eyes of normal men.

Unfortunately, you are no normal breed of man, and the eyes of the Primarch people can pierce through gloom with the same ease as they can look through clear glass.

Somehow, you maintain control over yourself long enough to reach the outskirts of the second wall, without slaughtering the wretches that populate this place. At which point you are presented with a quandary. How you should proceed forward and breach this second line of defense.

Standing outside of the glow of lanterns and fires burning within the walls and first of the six palaces that comprise the Celestial Incarnation Palace, you weigh your options and calculate the odds of success and variables each route may present.

How shall you proceed, Lieren?
>Clamber up the wall of the palace, and then descended down its opposite side. No soul who would turn their eyes towards the heavens lives here, after all.
>Simply walk into the building, and make your way through it. While risky, it may allow you to save more lives.
>Tear a portion of the wall down with your bare hands, to be able to step through it. Loud, noticeable, but quick and efficient.
>Kidnap one of the Yan Family and force him to have the gate opened to allow your passage with some excuse or another. Depending on their character, it could be the safest or riskiest way forward. But it'd allow you the chance to kill one of Weizha's ilk, and vent some of your building frustration and fury.
>Write in

>>4708614
heh
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>>4708645
>Clamber up the wall of the palace, and then descended down its opposite side. No soul who would turn their eyes towards the heavens lives here, after all.
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>>4708649
Dis
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>>4708645
>>Clamber up the wall of the palace, and then descended down its opposite side. No soul who would turn their eyes towards the heavens lives here, after all.
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>>4708649
Support.

Why shall they never die without causing mischief.
But I am amazed that this little girl made it so far so fast. Spirit of the koi fish is with her I guess.
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>>4708649
Support
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>>4708645
>Clamber up the wall of the palace, and then descended down its opposite side. No soul who would turn their eyes towards the heavens lives here, after all.
It is time for murder, maybe follow the foxes tail direction but nail it somewhere? It is likely leading us to the witch but by pinning it in place she might not realise we're on our way to her
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>>4708645
>Clamber up the wall of the palace, and then descended down its opposite side. No soul who would turn their eyes towards the heavens lives here, after all.
But watch around in case there is someone who would look towards the heavens.
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>>4708639
It isnt a sphere, think of it more like a shraped frag nade with a motion sensor on the front.

It isnt a proper nade
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>>4708664
I am concerned that even though the daemon knows we are in the palace(we are carrying part of her with us) nothing seems to have changed in the enemies movements. We are likely getting in a trap.
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>>4708645
>>Clamber up the wall of the palace, and then descended down its opposite side. No soul who would turn their eyes towards the heavens lives here, after all.
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>>4708664
>>4708670
Have we ever considered that the demon might know where Lieren is, because he as the tail on him? Shouldn't we destroy this thing?
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>>4708705
That's why I said pi it and leave it somewhere so it thinks we're there
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>>4708645
>Simply walk into the building, and make your way through it. While risky, it may allow you to save more lives.
I think Lieren stealthing into the building is simplest and most direct. He can go through any walls within the palace as they're probably paper if oriental architecture is still in use.

The walls are usually very high and very thick and we won't get a good idea of much at all from the outside. Instead going inside gives access to people that Lieren can interrogate for info or save, and fulfills my earlier objective of sending someone back to save and escape with our patient.
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>>4708645
>>Simply walk into the building, and make your way through it. While risky, it may allow you to save more lives.
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Note on the crippled girl:
If we restore the AI and her ship to some small degree, we should be able to at the very least give the girl cybernetics (not that leiren knows this yet).
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>>4708740
She deserves that much, simply be sheer dint of her conviction.

I just hope she doesnt take the worship thing to actually worship us. That would be bad
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>>4708741
When I first read how she talked, I was unsettlingly reminded of a certain someone...
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>>4708745
No. . no no. Noooooooo no no nope.
It ain't her. Shes to young to have been here. It cant be.

IT CANT BE, CAN IT?!
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>>4708755
Khay-oooss touches all, Anon
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>>4708645
>>Simply walk into the building, and make your way through it. While risky, it may allow you to save more lives.
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>>4708578
>Lieren awakens during the Dark Millenium as Chaos Marines attack Shangrala
>https://youtu.be/F9EOLA7TQ74
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>>Simply walk into the building, and make your way through it. While risky, it may allow you to save more lives.
>>4708755
Blame the Warp non
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>>4708645
>Clamber up the wall of the palace, and then descended down its opposite side. No soul who would turn their eyes towards the heavens lives here, after all.
>>4708705
I thought we were sending it back with Cui Fu the horse when we sent the letter. I'm still disapointend.
>>4708764
And the journey purifies all
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>>4708645
>Simply walk into the building, and make your way through it. While risky, it may allow you to save more lives.
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>>4708645
>Clamber up the wall of the palace, and then descended down its opposite side. No soul who would turn their eyes towards the heavens lives here, after all.
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>>4708404
Another popular assignment among the Benevolent Wings is with the reconnaissance division, called the Children of Nothing. Seeking to emulate Lieren's childhood companions, they especialize in scouting, sniping and ever changing maneuvers. They are often deployed together with the Steel Dragons to serve as spotters, with terrifyingly efficient results.
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>>4708404
And here's a change in the metal of the grenade launcher, so the Steel Dragons may Dan-Dan the battlefield with pride.
>>4708499
That would make an excellent winter uniform. Perhaps the uniform of the southern Chinese warlords or the Vietcong could work for the regular one?
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>>4708882
It seems my ID has changed while I slept, I'm the same guy as the other post.

Also the anon that suggested a very slightly beige tone instead of pure white was right, the difference is small, but much more pleasing to the eye. Here's a side by side.
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>>4708304
>>4708056
>>4708904
Another comparison to see the difference between the tones.
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>>4708921
Left and Middle are best

Though I can imagine this being a case of how the White get dirty over the course of a campaign
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>dirty
Well anon, you will be glad to know that this generator has an option for that.

Why are the russian fans of 40k so talented? Flashgitz, that metal band, the creator of this program, etc.
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>>4708942
I hear they use a lot of third party minis. Spellcrow and the like are very popular over there.
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>>4708904
I remember a anon saying that maybe silver instead of white would be better because of the panther's fur, so I tried it.
I can't really see the difference between the silver and white version.
>>4708982
I suppose having more freedom on how to customize your minis would lead to a more creative audience then.
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>>4708921
I dig the one on the left. Looks like it'd translate well to Mark II armor pretty well too.
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>>4709026
Good thing this generator has MK II to VIII and can mix and match parts and even make custom one right?
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>>4709029
It can indeed. Good way to make characters, once we meet them. Figure most of the astartes we meet and hang out with will have artificer armor.
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>>4708740
The A.I. is fine, it's just her body (the ship) is kind of damaged. Once we feed her some raw materials we can hopefully use her inbuilt manufactorums to jump start Shagrala's technological levels. Starting with medicine, cybernetics, and vat grown natural stuff.

>>4708741
I think it would be kind of cool. Most of all average humans worshipped some of the primarchs to some degree. It would be interesting to note how people worshipping Lieren (much to his chagrin, like his own father) would affect him as the millenias roll by.
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>>4709038
I just wish I could paint the unhelmeted faces too, so our children could have our iron hair and golden eyes.
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>>4709029
Giving me Manchu vibes
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>>4708645
>>Clamber up the wall of the palace, and then descended down its opposite side. No soul who would turn their eyes towards the heavens lives here, after all.
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>>4709050
Oh no, Jaghatai is going to sue us.
Although his history is way more Attila the hun than the nomadic dinasty of China, so we may get a pass.
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>>4709063
He's always been one of the more apathetic primarchs, he might not care either way.
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People seemed to enjoy this last time, so I'll give it another go.
Ork Freebooterz are a savage and covetous lot even amongst other greenskins, so it is no surprise that they are often found raiding the Imperium's many hive worlds. Like locusts they are drawn to these towering fortresses of steel and rockcrete, unable to resist the bounty of weapons, exotic trinkets and scrap metal within. This Kaptain, followed by the choicest members of his dubiously loyal warband, is no different.
it is unfortunate, then, that this particular world is currently host to a detachment of the II Legion.
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A truth he soon learns as he is expertly separated from his forces and led straight into an ambush. A prone tactical marine, faking injury, proves irresistible bait to this simple xeno, and soon his green flesh is painted with splattering crimson by the bite of a hundred bolt shells in an expertly-executed ambush by a scout squad.
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On the opposite slope of the hive, the other Freebooterz are not faring much better. An Ironclad Dreadnought plunges its power claw through the ramshackle chassis of a deff dread, the crude fuels and electronics that allow this pale imitation of imperial engineering to function igniting and sending jets of acrid flame into the air.
Taking advantage of the distraction, a group of Vanguard Veterans fearlessly descends upon the second hulking alien cyborg with their power weapons wreathed in flashing light.
Such scenes are repeated across every hive the upstart WAAAGH! tries to invade, their every trick foiled by the peerless perception and clever planning of the II Legion.
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With the Warboss dead and the rest of the invasion force in complete disarray, it is little trouble clearing out what few paltry pockets of ork resistance remain. A strike force of Astartes lead by a terminator chaplain oversees the purgation of the last few greenskins that stain the ancient artificial mountain underfoot. The scourge of the alien is wiped from the galaxy, and the spirit of mankind still shines bright upon this world.
But perhaps it is too early for the sons of Lieren to count their job finished. There are still countess civilians displaced and in urgent need of relief and, perhaps, more filth in need of cleansing.
The gilded peaks of the upper hives are often dens of the Imperium's most gluttonous tyrants, after all.
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Wonderful work WriteAnon
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I'm going to use your work as an excuse to dump mine.
Hope you don't mind.
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Also, just in case anyone wants it, here's the badge for the chapter. Just copy this image as a .png into your badges folder in Retribution and it should appear in game. You can make your own as long as it's 128x128 pixels. Other people should be able to see it, too.

>>4709184
Thanks.
>>4709189
Looking good.
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>>4709189
Ah shit I fucked up the scout.
Here's the fix.
>>4709196
I've been using the griffon and brazen claws in mine. Since it's a small pixel art, it's been able to fake being our panther.
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>>4709113
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>>4709180
A+ green anon
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>>4709196
badges folder in retribution?
can't find that on my end.
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>>4709234
Should be in my games>Dawn Of War II - Retribution>Badges
Assuming you’re on Windows.
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>>4709241
ah. you're talking about DOW game. though you meant the chapter generator. my bad.
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>>4709206
Tanks are kinda bare, needs some Gold and the Chapter symbol
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>>4709271
I know, it's just those aren't options in the creator, I will probably manually Photoshop it later.
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Here's all the Primaris I could make in the creator.
Some weapons, armours and decorations are missing, so sorry eliminators, aggressors, bladeguards and goofy floating marines.
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>>4709296
Oh and eradicators too, no melta for primaris in this generators.

Good, they don't deserve love
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Anyone have any ideas what kind of military regiments we should instill in our fighting forces? Meditation, unarmed combat (light/optional), basic first aid, basic wargear mantence, special work out regiments, high calorie diets, what?
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>>4709357
Somekind of basic tactics training in case your sergeant dies and the next in command has to take over.
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>>4709357
>Unarmed Combat
For marines, maybe. An guardsmen would die even quicker trying to punch a xeno.
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>>4709395
There was at least 1 man who was pretty good for a fighter. We can make something out of unarmed. They would at least be good at taking down other humans. I mostly suggested unarmed since learning martial arts requires st least a little bit of discipline.
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4709422
Unless the guard start to get issued power fists, unarmed combat isn't going to cut against xenos or carapace
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>>4708921
Middles is defs my favourite and I love the Legion work! Great job
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>>4709422
There are cuatrillions of humans in the w40k universe, saying that there was 1 pretty good guy at something talks volumes of it, both for good and for bad
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>>4709357
So basically, meditation is a given, basic first aid and gear maintenance are too, our workouts, if good enough, will spread through the entire Galaxy alongside the journey. A better diet would help, and we have a good mind for basic resource supply and distribution (because of the whole
"I will bring Prosperity to this location", and being superintelligent and benevolent and immortal, and in charge of 1/20 of the Imperium)
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The only real way I see martial arts being useful in combat is if used to train our soldiers in body and mind (aka, get used to pain, get disciplin) and to enhance combat with melee weapons. This would only be possible if the resources and effort of training everyone under us for years wouldn't offer better results if invested into general industry and weapon crafting (and maybe teaching basic tactics at school)
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>>4709473
Tactics, and general survival in different planets.
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>>4708645
>>Clamber up the wall of the palace, and then descended down its opposite side. No soul who would turn their eyes towards the heavens lives here, after all.
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It’ll be interesting when we get to calligraphy.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calligraphy
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>>4709271
Painting the tanks in Photoshop was harder than it had any right to be.
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I wonder what the Emperor is calling the second legion.
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>>4709539
The Gold Eye Boys.
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>>4709528
An artist must suffer for their art. That’s why it’s called ‘Pain’-ting
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Based ministory

>>4709528
Nice job
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>>4709640
I won't lie, that's pretty much exactly how I pictured Gao and Yan.
Gao even has his pills, fuckin kek.
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>>4709651
I was wondering what that black stuff was
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>>4709640
Based
I thought Gao was a ginger, or is it just his daughter?
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>>4709528
Love it I hope this becomes our official
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>>4709640
Beautiful
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I put the all the variations I found of the Panther Symbol on a transparent background so I could use it on different painting schemes, but now I decided to get them all together I put it in here too so anyway can mess around with them.
>>4706805
Hope you don't mind it anon.
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>>4709712
Anyone could.
Fuck
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Actually, here's a version with the edit I edit so the yellow would fit the the gold of the vehicles, and with the writing on the same blue as the panther instead of plum.
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>>4709667
It seems the Gao family are red-haired. One of our companions(don't remember who right now) was supposed to be from an offshoot of the Gao family since he has red hair.
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>>4709528
I think we have our winner

Bone and Gold with Azure detail/insignia is perfect
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>>4709528
Just realized that part of the yellow of the panther on the Predator didn't darken, here's the fix.
>>4709790
I didn't even get to make the Plum and Black and the Black and White legion anon, how can you declare a winner already?
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>there's more to come
Praise be to you, Anon
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New complete legion scheme, this time Bone and Plum.
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Did some tweak with the tank.
I'll be honest, the simplicity of the bone and gold scheme is it's biggest strength. It kinda never feel too dense on the eyes
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Thanks anon.
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>>4710102
I agree with the Bone and Gold, maybe its me but the painter you use makes the Plum really irritating to my eyes
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I felt like it was the more comfortable purple while still being deep enough.
Here's the 4 purples that the generator has. I could try and make a custom purple since that would be an option, but i'm not so sure it would make that much of a difference.
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>>4710200
Plum is a more reddish purple, right? Of those four, the third is the closest to what I picture. Maybe a purple like 51084A? Plug that into the generator and mess with the sliders until its something you like.
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More changes to the bone and gold.
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>>4710216
Yeah, that's what I thought too, but I felt like the redder purple was bad for the eyes, so I tried the deeper one.
The second one is probably the most comfortable of the 3, but it's not close to a plum, not even in spirit.
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Calling the vote now

Scale the wall of the palace itself, so as to remain unseen:12
Simply walk into the sixth palace: 5

So like how he and his ten companions infiltrated the Citadel of the Tao, Lieren shall scale the Palace itself, and use it to circumvent the second layer of defenses

Writing now

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>>4708882
Nice

>>4709113
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>>4709180
Oh that's lovely. Good prose and screenshots paint a very dynamic scene when combined, keep up the good work

>>4710102
I have to praise you for all of the work that went into this. Great job man

>>4709640
Now that's amazing and hilarious

>>4708745
Oh dear
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>Oh dear
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>>4710220
Changed the positions of the tanks and fixed the scout's gloves.
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>>4709712
Like i said here
>>4706805
I am super ok with what you are doing, in fact i wait for see more of It.
Also here is
>>4706924
Jinhai carp if you want to use it too
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There is a part of yourself, that shelters and urge to merely walk into the palace itself as you did the day you brought Judgement to Gao Liwei and his children. To walk the halls of the Sixth earthbound palace unseen as a forgotten soul, unnoticed as the wind. But in doing so, you'd risk being discovered not by any folly of your own but rather a lapse in self control. While the chains that bind the fury and sorrow blazing within and washing over both your heart and mind, are still tightly bound and held by your "hand" doubtlessly the state of those within the gilded halls of the sixth son whether held in servitude or captivity, would break your grasp and inspire you to seek retribution.

But, by the command of grief and anger. And you cannot allow yourself to succumb to such temptation on the precipice of a successful hunt. These rabid dogs can be put down after Yan Weizha and the spirit that wears the guise of a simple concubine meet their death by your hand. The fate of all of Yan and Shangrala beyond sits upon two roads, your actions shall guide history. Letting emotion cloud judgement, would be a grave mistake indeed. So with a heavy heart, the suffering of some must be allowed to continue for however briefly longer.

While it may be quicker to move through the palace itself, the risks of doing so and how you yourself may react to what you find within its dark halls, are simply too great. The mission must succeed and cannot be endangered by your nature. Thus, as the citadel of the Tao fell to but eleven men, so to shall the second wall be breached. The manner the walls of the palace were constructed by, studded with gems and mortared with gold has created a surface dotted with hundreds of hand and footholds which is most ideal for climbing upon and scaling without the use of tools. Unlike the sheet cliff face of the Tao's fortress, the wall of the foxes' home shall be easily conquered.

Dusting your hands with powder of chalk and clay, you bite onto the metal haft of your Chendao so it will not interfere with your climbing, and approach the Palace. Lights and music flow emanate from within the overtly extravagant halls. Billows of smoke, colored every hue between pure white and solid black empty hang in the air as a miasma thicker than even the Toad Dragon's breath. Intoxicating scents, disgusting stenches and the aroma of frying meat and spices dances upon the wind and mingles with the chorus of cacophonic melodies and screams of agony and wails of sorrow. If you were to pause for a moment and close your eyes, you are certain you would also hear the snap of whips and the all too familiar sound that accompanies the breaking the bones.

Undaunted, and maintaining composure, you begin your ascent up the jeweled wall of the palace, dirtying the pale white stone with every touch of your palm and fingers. Finger, handprints and smears of the clay and chalk mixture mark your path upwards.
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>>4710350

Below your feet, you can still hear the crying, the whimpering, the sobbing, the cries of pain and laughter. Sadistic laughter, the laughter of men finding amusement in torturing their fellows and ending their lives. The laughter of drunkards who have overindulged and become sick, but still laugh uproariously. The laughter of men turned to beasts by the disgusting drugs coursing through their veins, enacting every evil whim and repulsive desire upon those who are unfortunate enough to serve them.

A cry drowns out this choir of madness. The shrieking of a man being boiled alive in oil, or perhaps skinned and bathed in salt and vinegar so his thrashings may become as entertainment for guests. It is only through your mastery of yourself and the emotions roiling within your chest that you do not descended downwards and slaughter the court of the sixth prince. You endured years of service beneath Gao without raising your voice, a night is easily endured. Even though the sheer fury and spite hanging over your mind has become as a fever, you shall not lose control and give into the urge to enact bloody handed vengeance upon the wretches bellow.

It seemed like an empty threat when Gao Liwei said his masters surpassed him in cruelty, but now that you have walked to their home, you can understand that he spoke no falsehood then. The planned and pointless slaughter of innocent children and women was but a sign of their boundless sadism and madness brought upon by position, power and pride.

This place would be more accurately named the hell realization palace, for that what it is, hell upon earth bared beneath the heavens. No doubt beneath the walls you climb, every excess and sin imaginable and many that are not are being committed. A final celebration and show of indulgence before the noose pulls taught and ends their wicked ways. The feast that is intended to proceed Yan Weizha's spiteful act of self destruction and massacre. A last act of outrageous gluttony, maddened lust, and unrestrained cruelty. All done to squeeze what worthless pleasure from lives they know are soon to end, to indulge upon the foul fruits of their wealth and untampered desires. And to spite you personally, to stain your victory with the tragedy they intend to birth through atrocity.

You cannot understand what could possibly lead men to such depths of monstrous depravity, what could inspire such acts of wanton cruelty and wickedness? It is obvious the creature called Huli Jing has had a part to play in the moral decay of the dynasty and kingdom, but to seek suck foul pleasures and contemptible thrills can only be the product of madness itself! For even if the Yan began upon this path of evil through the beguiling of the temptress fox spirit, the truth remains that for one to be seduced by such vileness and give into the temptation to indulge in desires even lower than those of the most their heart must be home
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>>4710351

to such urges before they are tempted by the offer to commit and indulge in such repellent acts and vices.


The blame of the Yan's fall rests not only upon the manipulation of incarnated evil, but the twisted minds who would even dare to listen to the gospel of filth and degeneration it speaks. You reach a veranda connected to the personal quarters of servant or lesser member of the Yan family and sit upon the intricately carved railing, shaped into a scene of numerous foxes at hunt and play, their tails lifted and tipped by indentations that hold bowls of solid jade, filled with oil and strips of fragrant bark to light the platform it surrounds.

Beneath their glow, you clean your hands and begin to reapply the clay and chalk mixture to your hands in utter silence, so as not to wake the occupants of the room at your back. A thin collapsible door, painted with a scene of merriment, men and women lounging beneath the trees of the orchard below the palace. The painting must depict the orchard under the reign of one of Yan Weizha's predecessors, as it omits the presences of the rotting and skeletal remains of those who fell victim to the whim of the foxes.

Glancing into the shadowed room, you see a man who outweighs Gao Liwei at his largest by several hundred Jin, judging by the sheer corpulence of his frame and how the bed he lays upon creaks as he labors to breath in his slumber. Two rail thin maidens lay at his side, clinging to his arms, powdered in makeup and dry dyes to appear almost as painted dolls. The scent of grease and drying blood lingers beneath the fragrant smoke that pervades the room and the air outside of it.

Plates stacked with half eaten meals, made of costly and rare ingredients, lay to rot in the summer heat. Half drunken bottles of wine standing beneath the piles of plates, to provide support to the towers of porcelain artworks smeared with grease and solidified fat.

Sighing, you turn your eyes to the veranda of the adjacent room, where a thin man reeking of the black pills enjoyed by the nobility mindless pulls at the strings of a Pipa, so lost in the haze of the poison he ingests that he does not perceive your presences nor that of anything beyond his discordant song.

You had wished to never again see such signs of sheer intemperance ever again when you left the service of the last lord of Gao. Even now after all the horrors and madness you have seen and battled, such mundane shows of overindulgence still both enrages and disgusts you. But, these two addicts are incomparable to their fellows, who partake in far more damaging and depraved forms of entertainment.

Turning your thoughts towards devising a way to hang a man of such prodigious girth and obesity you begin your climb once again, unheard and unseen.

It supposed to be quiet so near to the heavens, serene and peaceful, the only disturbance the song of birds and whistling of the winds. Not within the celestial incarnation palace.
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>>4710352

The sounds below persist further above, an incessant source of irritation and unease, for you cannot be certain whether the howls and bellows you hear are merely the product of shameless coupling or if they are borne from the mouths of the abused and tortured.

Silencing such ponderings you quietly continue your ascent, nearly reaching the peak of the outermost palace.

Holding onto the the hanging roof that tops the palace you study what can be seen of the next section of the palace, that serves as a border between the sixth and fifth palaces. It appears to be primarily comprised of a network of artificial streams and isles, another pointless show of vanity.

reaching your hands back into your pouch of chalk and clay, you nearly begin your decent before a whinnying and shrill voice reaches your ears.

"Hynyaaaah, is it too much to ask for obedience? I commanded, specifically, that thirty maidens recently ripened were to be brought to my quarters" The man with a voice like a boiling kettle complains as your physically feel your blood begin to burn, flashes of the girl in the garden dominating your mind's eye as you remain motionless, hanging just outside of the room that contains that bastard who so defiled her.

"Young master, your most humble servant begs for forgiveness, some of the men tasked with procuring the companions to keep your company this night have yet to return" Another man pleads and attempts to placate the man who could only be the sixth son of Weizha "Surely, with your heavenly wisdom and boundless benevolence, you can see that this humble servant is not at fault for this most grave of insults, my most beloved prince"

The prince clicks his tongue, your fingers curl, cracking the tile they grip as you continue to listen.

"Find these traitors, have them stripped, whipped, have their flesh peeled away with pliers and boiled in pots, bring them to me on their knees in chains and in pain, to witness...I did mention to bring their mothers, sisters and daughters to my quarters already, haven't I?" the animal rambles

"Yes my liege you are correct, you did order such a thing" The sycophant lies to keep his head while condemning innocent women to a most horrendous fate

"Good, good, I figured I should make my demands ever more specific and detailed so imbeciles to not insult me by committing further acts of foolish rebellion against me! Whose veins course with the very essence of the heavens!" The man bellows, shattering something as his servant cries out "I expect this done with haste and without delay, less you wish to incite my ire as well"
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>>4710356

How do you continue forward, Lieren?
>Swim through the canals, it is likely they are sourced from a larger body of water within the depths of the Celestial incarnation palace.
>Cling to the underside of one of the numerous boats moving through the artificial rivers, and emerge after it pass through the gate of the third wall
>Hop between the small isles until you reach the fifth palace, and climb it as you did the sixth
>Kill the sixth prince and his lapdog. He cannot be allowed to befoul the air with his breath any longer
>Write in
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>>4710357
>Kill the sixth prince and his lapdog. He cannot be allowed to befoul the air with his breath any longer
>Write in
Then hide away the bodies
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>>4710357
Oh and then do this
>Hop between the small isles until you reach the fifth palace, and climb it as you did the sixth
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>>4710357
>>Cling to the underside of one of the numerous boats moving through the artificial rivers, and emerge after it pass through the gate of the third wall
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>>4710357
>>Kill the sixth prince and his lapdog. He cannot be allowed to befoul the air with his breath any longer
>>Cling to the underside of one of the numerous boats moving through the artificial rivers, and emerge after it pass through the gate of the third wall
The amount of people that are be hanged by the end of this is going be crazy, this city’s going to look like a grimdark circus of hanging bodies
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The enemy are truly an insidious sort and I worry how is sneaking through will allow something later others to lead some grim ritual when the Emperor is killed kinda like what they planned with the general. We need to out play them and they know us but the question is how? Word would reach him soon of the armies loss
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>>4710357
>Swim through the canals, it is likely they are sourced from a larger body of water within the depths of the Celestial incarnation palace.
Any snorkeling equipment we can make on the spot?
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>>4710392
>>Kill the sixth prince and his lapdog. He cannot be allowed to befoul the air with his breath any longer
>>Cling to the underside of one of the numerous boats moving through the artificial rivers, and emerge after it pass through the gate of the third wall
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>>4710357
>Kill the sixth
Killing men is a sin, but when done righteously it is a chore like any other. Practiced hands make work light.

>Swim through the Canals.
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>>4710357
I propose we kill the man in an ironic way so to speak but also do it in a manner he won't be found for some time, end the sons of the Emperor one by one...

Even though desu this sounds like a sacrificial thing per layer
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Doesn't killing everyone we don't like on the way or even just the sons of the king costs us valuable time? Unless it helps us in some way why do it? The sooner we deal with the main targets, the sooner we will help all the slaves and tortured people. Because for every torturer and sadist we kill, there are probably dozens with their victims next door.
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>>4710430
Root and stem.
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>>4710357
>>Cling to the underside of one of the numerous boats moving through the artificial rivers, and emerge after it pass through the gate of the third wall
>>Kill the sixth prince and his lapdog. He cannot be allowed to befoul the air with his breath any longer
Make sure to hide the bodies though.
Also, I'm starting to think that this city might be too far gone. Once we've saved the day, we might want to relocate the innocents, rearm the explosives, and blow this tainted place back to the warp.
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>>4710357
>Kill the sixth prince and his lapdog. He cannot be allowed to befoul the air with his breath any longer
>Hide the corpses of the bastard prince and his servant with utmost haste
>Cling to the underside of one of the numerous boats moving through the artificial rivers, and emerge after it pass through the gate of the third wall
Also have a stealth banger
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjkelyuU8iw
>>4710419
They're walking tumors, not men.
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>>4710374
>>>Kill the sixth prince and his lapdog. He cannot be allowed to befoul the air with his breath any longer
>>>Cling to the underside of one of the numerous boats moving through the artificial rivers, and emerge after it pass through the gate of the third wall
>>4710374
Kurze approves.jpg
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>>4710481
Konrad is one of our brothers that I'm most excited to meet. I wonder if us being curveballed into the warp has affected his visions for the better? He might be more sane.
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>>4710357
>Cling to the underside of one of the numerous boats moving through the artificial rivers, and emerge after it pass through the gate of the third wall
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>>4710357
>Kill the sixth prince and his lapdog. He cannot be allowed to befoul the air with his breath any longer
He is going to find the guards we killed, and endanger the woman we saved. Also he may know where his father and the thot daemon is.
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+1
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>>4709507
The Officer Corps of the Benevolent Wings is counted amongst the most elite and better trained in the Imperium, with widespread knowledge of field surgery, multiple forms of martial arts, tactics, philosophy, logistics, maintenance and public oration. Although such rigid training regiment is in no way unique to the Astra Militarum, what sets the military apart is the fact that such elite force hails from a peaceful and prosperous planet, and the fact that a considerable part of the command staff hails from common and humble origins.
And even though the nobleborn still dominate the higher ranks, most of the squabbles between the army brass in not centered around one's birth or family, but what tenants and interpretation of the Journey they adhere to.
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Kill the noble + servant
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Here's the Black and White scheme for the legion.
Now I'm going to redo the Plum and Bone with the redder purple to see if it looks better.
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>>4710325
Thanks anon!
The Carp will probably end up being one of our companies when the decedents of Jinhai and Daiyu start joining our Legion (I think he has a crush on her)
I didn't realize you were the same dude, now I fell dumb for asking the same think twice. Oh well, shit happens.
So here's another Panther edit, this time withe the black and gold I used here>>4710680
If the plum end up needing another Panther, than I will post another edit, but the purple and gold may be good enough.
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>>4710680
Alraight, that color scheme is really, REALLY cool. IIt has all the style, so I don't care anymore that it has malal influences (so do the ultramarines with blue and the blood angels with red), it's just too fucking good a d can be interpreted as Jin and Yan in equilibrium with Emps gold added (mental and spiritual Enlightment, self-actualization and Humanity fuck yeah! Personified). I'm sold and I can't wait for the vote to pick our official colors.
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>>4710670
The plum and axzure for our IG is something I dig. It makes sense and it also makes no difference (if a daemon wants an IG corrupted or said IG is exposed to chaos in any way, that guy is fucked no matter what colors it wears)
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>>4710703
*Yin and Yan
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>>4710670
>what sets the military apart is the fact that such elite force hails from a peaceful and prosperous planet
I suppose that fits with Lieren's outlook.
Complacency is the enemy after all.
>and the fact that a considerable part of the command staff hails from common and humble origins
On the topic of officers, I want a few prerequisites in place for all potential Officers serving in Shangrala's PDF. Something along the lines of...
>minimum 2 Terran years of enlisted service time OR 1 Terran year of service as an NCO
>a spotless (or near spotless) disciplinary record and subsequent background check
>certification in advanced general combat instruction (small arms, hand-to-hand combat, artillery usage, small unit tactics, asymmetric warfare, improvise weapons usage, etc...)
I want officers who understand the realities of conflict and how their men can respond to such eventualities.
Delusion backed up by rank is a surefire way to get people killed.
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>>4710357
>Kill the sixth prince and his lapdog. He cannot be allowed to befoul the air with his breath any longer
>Cling to the underside of one of the numerous boats moving through the artificial rivers, and emerge after it pass through the gate of the third wall

Kill this guy before his lapdog finds out about the me we killed
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>>4710716
+1

>>4710670
We've been fleshing out the rank and file guardsmen, but what about out Tiger people regiments, if we should use them at all?
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>>4710729
>We've been fleshing out the rank and file guardsmen, but what about out Tiger people regiments, if we should use them at all?
Dude we don't even know if they're gonna be around by the time Big E rolls around.
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>>4710733
They will be since felinids are cool and the vast majority of beastmen during this time are sanctioned only real back worlders would through a shit fit at them
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>>4710737
throw, but you know what I mean, as long as they are close to our legion or regiments used to them they won't run into trouble
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>>4710733
We got 300 of them, that's enough genetic diversity for them to exist forever as long as they don't get purged.
>>4710729
I wish that the generator had an abhuman maker, than I could make our cat children.
I suppose they will work as a auxilliary regiment, probably working with together with the recognaignasense division due to being sneaky cats or with the vishnu auxiliaries due to being fucking huge tigers with 4 arms, so that means 4 chainswords and a lot of armour.
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>>4710374
>>4710438
Our army defeats the last forces of the Yan and quickly heads towards here. They arrive in time, and see the city in the distance, the walls and towers completely filled with hanged nobles and servants. Some are hanged from their hair, tnedons and/or entrails because we ran out of ropes. Then the city explodes and Lieren comes out of the giantic firestorm, looking really, REALLY Angry (serious grimdark murderface, not berserker roaring ala Angron).

>Lieren: We don't talk about this. EVER!!!
>Jinhai: No problem (pats Lieren in the back)
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>>4710357
Speaking of our tiger children, do they have similar colors to the fog panthers or do they look more like the tigers that we know?
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>>4710745
Having 4 chainswords seems a bit excessive, throw a laspistol or two in there. Or perhaps have them use chainspears/glaives instead of chainswords? Have some of them carry lascutters and meltas for breaching fortifications and carving up armoured vehicles.
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>>4710745
Man, our Legion will be legit one of the coolest and more unique (in a good way). We just need to keep the philosophers from stagnating in endless and pointless arguments and the people from becoming prideful, selfrighteous, holier-than-you assholes. It will be difficult given human stupidity, but we'll manage, after all, our sandals and belt are really big and have a lot of retard-hitting range
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>>4710755
>We just need to keep the philosophers from stagnating in endless and pointless arguments
The simple answer is to not separate your warriors from your scholars.
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>>4710745
>Vishnu auxilliaries
I knew I had forgotten to post one of the guards divisions!

The Bone Foresters are a special division in the Benevolent Wings dedicated to Vishnu recruits that refuse to completely abandon old martial custom by adhering to the standard Shangralian military formation. In order to not erase the the cultural traditions of those people, a divergent wing was formed, named in honour of the first Vishnu allies Lieren made.
The Bone Foresters will initially work like a regular PDF force, engaging in long to middle renge with lasgun. However, instead of maintaining their distance and pelting the enemies from afar, they will slowly and methodically approach the enemies lines, until they reach a closer range, in which they will drop their weapons and pick up the dual chainswords they carry, launching a devastating charge against the enemies.
They are often deployed after in conflicts where the enemies are too well entrenched for The Steel Dragons to raze their positions, too well disciplined for the Children of Nothing to simply pick off the leadership, or too well supplied for the normal regiments to conquer in a reasonable timeframe.
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>>4710753
Oh, they will have laspistols and rifles, the four chainswords was for the glorious charge >>4710769 that the vishnu like to do.
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>>4710737
>felinids are cool
MUST. RESIST. URGE. TO. TOOLBOX.
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>>4710770
myeah, I just thought that chainspears would be cooler, more unique and more useful than quad-wielding. Whole reason why dual-wielding two identical weapons was uncommon is because it's real easy for the weapons to get tangled up. Now double that chance for tangling up the swings with chainswords, you're going to get a lot of ruined chainswords, and probably limbs.

A chainspear or chainglaive would benefit more from the increased handling of an extra set of arms, is what I was getting at.
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>>4710357
>Kill the sixth prince and his lapdog. He cannot be allowed to befoul the air with his breath any longer
>Cling to the underside of one of the numerous boats moving through the artificial rivers, and emerge after it pass through the gate of the third wall

Better to kill them before they find out the guards have been killed and raise the alarm.

If we're quick about it, they likely won't notice the prince is even dead, as they'll fear bothering him too much to check on him.
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>>4710782
Hey, as long as they use their size and extra arms to turn into a melee murderblender, the Bone Foresters won't give a shit what they weild.
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>>4710357
>Hop between the small isles until you reach the fifth palace, and climb it as you did the sixth
>Kill the sixth prince and his lapdog. He cannot be allowed to befoul the air with his breath any longer
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>>4710737
What would happen if our four-armed tiger people met the actual felinids? Would they get along? Or would they despise eachother? Both at the same time?
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>>4710796
Couldn't tell you my dear anon, there isn't enough felinid info for me to speculate, they probably wouldn't mind not being the only cat abhumans
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>>4710780
Lol you get what I mean, they are sanctioned and by and large tolerated by the regular humans
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>>4710769
>dropping your weapons
sounds heretical. why not have them specialize in ship boarding actions and urban environments? those would have enough cover for them to duel wield las pistols and chain swords. As in shoot from a distastance then charge like you mentioned, without having to drop shit then run back to pick them up.
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>>4710811
It can be heretical if the imperial faith never exists. Fuck Lorgar and fuck the Mechanicus.

And I don't know, I wanted to have a dumb warrior division that somehow works, seems to be in tone with the rest of 40k, but your idea is probably better.
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>>4710821
Lorgar did nothing wrong when he founded the Imperial Cult.
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>>4710821
Honestly, trapping your weapon is a tactical faux pau. If it's a pistol, just holster it. If it's a rifle, let go of it if it has a sling. Plus we should consider the cost : effectiveness ration of using two chainswords as opposed to one. Yeah it's cool, but cool isn't super effective when you need to be really precise with those things or you might damage the chainsaw's teeth.

Maybe they could get rifle + bayoneted combos, but those will only be useful when putting down tyrannical human settled worlds and a select few weak xenos.

Oh fuck. What if. What if we make a combi-weapon out of a chainsword and las pistol? Las-pistol and NOT a las rifle because too much weight will unbalanced the weapon, and a chainsword because a chain bayonet doesn't exist, not to mention it would require really small parts to function which would make it absurdely expensive in mass. The combi-weapon would obviously be a bit bigger than the average chainsword, and the finer parts of the las-weapon would be located within the hilt, crossguard, and motor.

For extra autism, the trigger handle could be shifted to the flat end and rotated 180 degrees, while using the hand guard as a make shift shitty stock. The guardsmen would grasp the flat end of the chainsword like that of a rifle.
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>>4710357
>Kill the sixth prince and his lapdog. He cannot be allowed to befoul the air with his breath any longer
>Hop between the small isles until you reach the fifth palace, and climb it as you did the sixth
I bet there is something foul in the water.
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>>4710854
Well, Lieren did note that the Vishnu in the forest would be capable of using his giant weapons, so they can probably weild any abomination of combi-weapon we can think of. If a magus see them, they are ging to have a heart attack.
And as I said here >>4710787 they don't nessessarily need to dual weild chainswords. They probably only get issued one chainaxe and a normal lasgun, and the more veteran one buy extra weapons, like axes, spears, glaives, a power sword after repeated deployments. And looting the battlefield, they 200% loot the weapons of their enemies.
Being an officer of the Bone Foresters must be a hellish position.
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>>4710878
Get issued one chainsword, not axe and only the ultra veteran or the richest would the ones to be able to requesition a power weapon.
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>>4710878
>Chainaxes
Aren't those rule of cool weapons and too unbalanced for non-space marines to use?

>And looting the battlefield, they 200% loot the weapons of their enemies.
Looted weapons have to go to the Imperium to dissuade magpie-ing. It has to be properly sorted through, and we can't let people touch xenos and chaos shit. Yes soldiers can absolutely buy weapons with their own salaries.
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>>4710900
Techpriests use chainaxes occasionally, usually the lower-ranked ones who haven't gotten an Omnissian Axe yet.
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>>4710900
I think there are some smaller chainaxes that humans can use, but rarer. But i'm not 100% sure about that. One way or another, the Vishnu would be able to wield it. Afterall, what would be heavier, a weapon big enough for a space marine or one for a primarch?
>properly sorted
And that's one of the reasons commanding Bone Foresters is so taxing. Not only do you have to make sure they don't charge too early, that they properly holster their lasguns instead of dropping it, but after the battle you have to mediate looting conflicts, check for corruption, search for smuggled trophies and sort and identify the loot.
I bet it's seen either as the biggest punishment or the greatest chance for a promotion in the Officer Corps.
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>>4710923
It'll probably never be an issue if it's nipped in the bud.
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>>4710932
Dude, I think the post was a joke...
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>>4710933
You cannot understand my autistic powers
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>>4710932
What would be nipped in the bud? The corruption? Lieren may be able to ignore the corruptive nature of chaos tainted shit, but regular humans would have more trouble, so the officer would need to inspect that shit.
>>4710933
What was the joke? I mean, this regiment isn't all the vishnu in the planet, but the ones so autistic about melee combat that they had to be put in a different division.
Although the idea of their officer acting like tired tardwranglers is kinda of funny.
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>>4710680
Version 2, changed a few details.
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>>4710941
>their officer acting like tired tardwranglers
Kek, that was the joke for me, it gets specially comical when you realize that those vishnu would be giantic and very angry near-khornate berserkers, which would probably cause a conversation like this:
>Emps: Why do you keep those not! Khornates around? Do you really want me to believe that the benefits they offer outweigth the cons? ARE YOU A CHAOS FOLLOWER?!?
>Lieren: Angron.
>Emps: Touche...
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How would everyone feel about having a flying lotus throne?
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>>4711087
Such ostentatiousness seems out of character for Lieren. I don't think he'd want to wear gold, much less travel around in a throne made of one. Or have a throne at all, for that matter.
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>>4711087
We ain't into showing off like that, a simple hand carved throne of stone or wood shall do

>>4711016
Given how early the the second Primarch was found (third I believe after Horus and Lion) we'll likely shape things quite a bit
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New Plum and Bone. I think it looks better than before
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>>4711125
Also changed things in the previous 2 schemes, so postings them here too.
First the classic.
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>>4711131
And now the black and white.
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>>4711107
Shangrala might be closer or further to Terra than wherever the canon 2nd landed. I do hope we're one of the earlier ones found though, I think it'd be fun to show some of our newly-recovered brothers the ropes.
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>>4711133
Since I used the purple panther, I didn't need to edit a new one.
However I put them in an nice grid, so here's it anyway.
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>>4711087
Seems gaudy and a waste of gold.

>>4711125
>>4711131
>>4711133
Amazing work m8
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>>4711104
Lotus thrones aren’t necessarily made of gold though, I only chose the fanciest there.
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>>4711135
And here's all the Benevolence in Azure and Plum Wings, aka Benevolent Wings together.
Probably will add more auxiliaries in the future when we conquer the others cultures in the planet. Really wish I could make our Tiger Boys so they could pose too for the group pic too, but it is what it is.
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>>4711125
Is the plum on the dreadnought and vehicles different than the one on the marines? Or is that a trick of the painter/me going colorblind? Either way, I dig the reddish plum and bone. Different enough from Fulgrim and the Fancy Boys to not make me think of all their shit.
>>4711138
Ah, then maybe. I can see us using hyper-rare archeotech (without knowing what it is) to make the world's most comfortable floating meditation cushion.
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>>4711138
We ain't about that fancy stuff, hell I expect Lieren to not even have over the top Primarch armour more trying to mingle with his Legion. If anyone would have a round table for all the Captain's it would be us. All equal sized seats
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>>4711145
It's different, because the generator doesn't paint details in the tanks, bike and dread, so I had to do it manually on photoshop. That was the closest tone I could get, but maybe there is a better one.
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>>4711138
>>4711087
I could see us building a simple one once the war is settled and we have to do more courtly stuff. flying though? feels kinda tzeentch-y. But if we want to do that i'm sure Kanzeon could provide the technology.
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>>4711146
> All equal sized seats
I don’t think he’d fit well on human sized seats, he might as well bring his own seat instead of forcing people to accommodate for a 15 foot (about 5 meters) tall giant.
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>>4711149
410035 is the HEX code for the reddish-plum on the panther symbol masterfile and 430a43 is the one you used for the vehicles. They're both pretty similar, but they'll both work if you plug them into the creator.
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>>4711166
I painted the marines first, posed them together with the tanks and them started selecting each part and using the Hue/Saturation to change into a proper purple after I played around a bit.
No fucking clue how to put that Hex thing into Photoshop, but here's my plum cheat sheet.
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>>4711175
Ah, I don't know how to put them into photoshop, I got the HEX codes to try in the painter. It makes them really dark, almost black, so I'm trying to find a color that ends up looking like the one on your tanks.
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Personally, I think the Malal colours work best. The plum is too Emperor's Children-esque, even with the bone white.
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>>4711087
Seems like a waste. Let’s just travel with tanks, bikes and the occasional mutant horse like normal people.
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>>4711182
Here's some purples. I think the trick is going to the blue-pink instead of the red-pink of the wheel
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>>4711196
I think you might be right. There's a middle ground between EC and pretty-much-black but it's real small. Happy to say we're real close.
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>>4711196
I think I foun the one
>>4711182
Try 550055
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I put them all side by side so people can judge it easier.
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>>4711125
Oh, please, no. Just no.
>>4711131
Decent, but there was a very big oposition to white and gold (even if many more would vote for it).
>>4711133
In my opinion, the white (main), black (secondary) and Emps gold (simbols, decorations, engravings, etc) combo is the best we have right now. It not only looks cool, but also offers a compromise between the people that want lieren to wear white and gold and those who want him to wear malal armour. The addition of iron grey from the weapons and other mechanical parts serves as a reference to Lieren's hair and also as a way to further separate the aesthetic from any meaning. It strikes a middle ground where the pattern cannot be fully associated with the Yan colors nor with Malal scheme, and if someone tells the MC that he is wearing two of the colors of his enmy, he could argue thta the other colors ar his and that azure and plum were also the colors Gao gave him, and he turned them into a beacon of good vives whithout even trying. This is just my opinion tho, so don't take it as an absolute or an attack/offense against anyone, I don't want another saltfest.
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>>4710419
>>4710438

I am kinda worried about the city too.
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>>4711524
Eh, I just put the schemes on the marines and paint the tanks, so fell free to critize. Oddly enough the more I work in each one of them, the more I start liking them, must be some kind of psychological attachment.
If anyone has any ideas for combinations, or remembers an old one that was suggested, I will make another one if I like it or it becomes popular.
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>>4711087
I could see Lieren having a lotus couch for meditation, but it would probably be made out of cheap wood or metal/stone at most. Lieren is not one to make useless shows of extravagance. The only way I see him doing ostentatious stuff is if said ostentatious stuff was part of a tradition from a distant world and refusing would be considered a faux pass. So the only way Lieren and excess would be in the same room is out of absolute necessity, which makes the excess...not excesive by virtue of having a noble and greater purpose
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>>4711539
>so fell free to critize.
Someone reasonable...nah, it must have been a trick of the mind, or a daemon. Maybe both
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>>4711540
>Traitor Legion attackign SHangrala during the Heresy
>Ordnance strikes the warehouse Lieren used to hold such 'Gifts'
>Lieren is internally kinda glad he no longer has to deal with all that gaudy stuff
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>>4711540
I can imagine Lieren carving a podium in the shape of a lotus flower as a form of meditation.
If nothing else, it would be a good demonstration for our Astartes down the line to get them motivated to try and explore more hobbies in their downtime.
Speaking of, our we gonna do what the Salamanders do and let Astartes actually retain families and bonds with civilians when they're not on active deployment?
Some would argue it reinforces their commitment to serving the Imperium and keeps them from viewing the citizenry as lesser beings.
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>>4711539
>remembers an old one that was suggested
Little else comes to mind except for the gradient, but as the guy who made it, I think asking you to paint 21 things in that way would be both cruel and unusual. There's a reason I haven't been spamming it like the gold/white has been. Maybe the jade green and white one?
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>>4711540
>>4711562
Main reason I like the Lotus Throne is the symbolism of it and its association with Buddhism.
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>>4711540
when the war is all said and done we should go back to Nothing and dig out the stump of the tree we snapped to intimidate the Tax Collector. Carve that into a Lotus Flower Throne type seat to sit on.
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>>4711578
absolute /qst/kino
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>>4711539
Looking at Chinese royal colours the most important seems to be Yellow, the second most important being Green. A yellow/green or green/yellow might look neat.

Other colours of significance are Blue, Black , and Gold.

Funny enough, White is supposed to be an unlucky colour.

Maybe a black/gold/green, or some combination thereof.
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>>4711586
Classical china didn't make a distinction between blue and green, the name they had for it was qing. I think it symbolized harmony. We could try to steal teal before Horus decides that he deserves another paintjob.
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>>4711597
Teal and Bone with Gold?
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>>4711125
I really like it! Love your effort and work
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>>4711601
Go on...
Wikipedia says that qing can range from light, yellowish green all the way to blue black. So we have some range there.
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>>4711597
>In Chinese Five Elements Theory, a traditional philosophy about natural interactions used in fengshui etc., red represents 'fire', yellow 'earth', white 'metal', black 'water', and green (or blue) 'wood'.

by this aesthetic I think we would take yellow as our primary colour (represents our agriculture route and bringing prosperity to all) with red/white accents (represents the firearms we created to achieve prosperity for all).
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>>4711629
So just fuck with these ratios?
Jag is gonna be so mad at us. Man does not enjoy having his style cramped.
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>>4711555
kek

>>4711578
That tree was a young one I think, so it would be waaaaay to small for Lieren now. It could be a Lotus Flower Stool or small chair. It'll probably look both pretty and humbling, if anything our sons can get a kick out of watching their gene sire trying to meditate while sitting in a comparative kindergarteners chair.
Personally I think it would look nicer as a fancy potted plant.

>>4711631
He'll mellow out once we give him a primarch tier horse. Magnus has is psker cat, we have our fog panthers, Leman has his wolves, and the lightning king of speed will have his super horse once more.
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>>4711631
I'm sure so long as we're not also taking all the assault bikes and horse, he'll tolerate us.
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>>4711635
>>4711636
I'm imagining the confusion in Administratum HQ when the second yellow, red, and white legion of asian Space Marines are introduced to the Imperium. We'll single-handedly gunk up the galaxy wide war machine dad made. The Scars will get our bonsai tools and meditation cushions and die from adrenaline withdrawal. When our sons saddle up the new shipment of jetbikes our fast attack squads immediately take 50% casualties because of the special and unsuspected modifications the cogboys made pre-emptively. All part of Malal's plan, of course, not even his latest scheme is safe from anarchy.
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>>4711575
The gradient one is the one that starts azure and becomes plum, right? i have no idea how to do it, but I can make this one that at least try to invoke it's spirit.

So far ideas are Jade and white, and combinations of bone, blue, green, black and gold right? I will see what I can do tomorrow when I wake up.
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>>4711659
Yeah, that's the one.
I used this website for the gradient https://colordesigner.io/gradient-generator
Colors are #0057af and #5e0e5e
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>>4711670
Personally I still dig this one
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>>4711650
>pic related

>>4711659
>>4711670
Fucking damn son. As soon. AS SOON as we finally get to see our sons, we're gonna HAVE TO figure out our colors. Good Emperor above some many good combos.
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>>4711681
Means a lot, anon, thank you. The only drawback is that it takes a much longer time to plug into the painter.
>>4711687
That vote will be an absolute cluster, no doubt in my mind. Between all the options and the very strong opinions on what does and doesn't look good, I won't be surprised if it takes a week to get straight.
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>>4711659
This one looks pretty good.
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I think the best colours so far is the gentle bone with the plum and gold, when I look at it next to other legions it looks unique enough it also fitting
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Idea I'd like to include in our tiger people wargear loadout.

Scouts:
>Standard Imperial Guard Regimental Kit
>Cameleoline Cloak
>Mono Knife
>Magnoculars
>Smoke Grenades
>Longlas or high calibre suppressed autogun
>Las Pistol

Assault Trooper:
>Standard Imperial Guard Regimental Kit
>Lasgun
>Synford Pattern "Lockshield"
Chainsword
>Frag/Krak Grenades
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Allright calling the vote now. Sorry for the late update

Kill the Sixth prince and his lapdog:15
Hide the bodies:4
Hop between the isles to reach and climb the fifth palace:3
Cling to the underside of a boat to pass through the third wall:10
Swim through the canals, hoping to reach the source deeper within the Celestial incarnation palace:2

So Lieren shall bring death to the sixth prince of the Yan and his servant, and continue on wards by clinging to the underside of a boat passing through the waterways.

Writing now

>>4710769
Imagine being a cultist, and this lad comes charging into your fortress, shouting names of Vishnu Folk Heroes as he wades through the rapidly building pile of corpses
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>>4711849
So if the vishnu can swing primarch size weapons are they like better ogryns?
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>>4706924
Brothers of the Carp needs to be a Chapter later on. Maybe we can work out something similar to the Dark Angels' Hexgrammaton and mix in a bunch of stuff like this.

>>4709357
Different fighting styles might work, as I mentioned above. We would have to figure out something clear though, the DA did something like: Deathwing (Pure Termies) Ravenwing (Bikes and swift assault) Dreadwing (Terror tactics) and a few others.

>>4709640
Is our hair really that light? I always imagined the colour of iron to be darker, but not quite black.

>>4709847
>>4710096
Great work anon.
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>>4711950
Lieren isn't fully grown yet. He is only eight years old after all. And they aren't quite ogryn sized, but they are taller and more muscular than a normal person. More like Catachan jungle fighters
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>>4711954
I think people forget that Primarchs are more than twice the size of a tall adult male.
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>>4711970
They are huge, but Lieren is still growing. He's already big, but he isn't full Primarch yet. He had an early growth spurt cause, he spent his first few weeks of life fighting and eating fog panthers.

Anyways, posting the update. Its a big one
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Yan Deming was suffering most unjustly. The greatest durance of his life began with being forcefully confined within the grounds of his family's palace by decree of his fool of a father, due to his unreasonable fear of a pack of rabble-rousers and farmers taking up arms against their betters and rightful masters. This whole affair should've ended in spring, and yet he must still languish within these wall, disallowed from seeking fresher concubines and more exotic playthings. It was the height of unfairness, being forced to remain in the same unchanging local, entertained by unexciting partners and fed progressively blander food in portions that would surely cause even a starving field work to balk and complain.

Perhaps one of his elders had convinced his imbecilic father to command such unjust punishment. Yan Deming knew he would soon grow mad if he didn't find some variety within this forced monotony of palace life. Was that such an unreasonable demand, for a man of his standing and pedigree? The help and servants were as mange ridden dogs compared to the gloriousness of his own breeding, a subhuman race of cattle, barely above the mindless fodder in the fields! Was it insolent to expect to be treated properly? Celestial blessing and heavenly providence coursed through his noble veins and was interweaved with his very essence. A creature such as himself deserved better, no! He deserved preeminent treatment! That reserved for his ancestors and kin in the heavens.

To be forced to subsist on so little and be denied the most basic of entertainment was a crime! No! it was far worse than mundane criminal activity or even treason! It was Heresy!

Yan Deming licked the fangs he had been born with, blinking his amber eyes in the darkness as the sniveling swine before him ceaseless offered hollow platitude and insipid promises. Were he not so thin and boney, Yan Deming thought he might bury his sorrows in the unctuous meat beneath his withered skin, and suck the marrow from his bones. But this courtier seemed so starved he doubted there remained even a single drop of luscious blood within the entirety of his body.

The man, if the shivering being before him could be considered such, watched him wet his lips with such dread it almost inspired something akin to joy within the prince's heart. But it was not enough, it would never be enough to satiate his appetites. For he yearned for flesh, to caress it gently, to tug and claw at it roughly, to feel it tear beneath his fingers, fresh blood flowing beneath their tips and smearing across his palms. To feel the sweet agony shiver and ripple from the very bones of the woman honored to receive his touch and seed.

Oh how he yearned to feel them squirm beneath his teeth, the fat melting into grease in his mouth as they sang him such beautiful songs and thrashed beneath him. But tonight's selection of toys was not of a suitable quantity or stock for him to properly indulge in these desires.
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>>4711982

Thin, ragged, taken from the fields. They could never hope to be worthy of his attention or time. They were mice, unfit to even be considered as a dish in nightly feasts. For a time, Yan Deming had been grateful for the fresh stock of women brought to the capital and palace, but now he had grown bored of them.

Laying with beasts would be more fulfilling than these wretches, with callused hands and bodies deprived of even the thinnest layer of fat. Were they truly women, if they were so narrow and straight? Perhaps they were boys. He never thought to study them closer before the haze of passion overtook his mind.

A stray thought passed the prince's mind as he poured a luxurious vintage passed his lips. A thought that brought an expansive and boundlessly pleased grin to his dour expression. Rumors abound the court that the overgrown farmer had recently made an alliance with the Vishnu Savages. Perhaps when Grand Uncle brought the rabble to their knees he could take a few of them. That sounded exciting. Taming warriors of such viciousness brutality and strength may be entertaining for a time.

"This wine tastes like stale piss" Yan Deming snorted, dashing the contents of his chalice across the prospective harlots sat before him, before tossing the jeweled encrusted vessel towards the sniveling swine still standing before him "Fetch me an older vintage, this one has lost its flavor, have it dumped into the Koi ponds of one of my elder brothers, perhaps they shall find some pleasure in it"

The man merely stared, jaw dangling as if it had been broken or dislocated. But that couldn't be, Deming was fairly certain he hadn't struck the wretch yet. Narrowing his fox like eyes and clenching his fangs, he rolled his clapped his hands together, tapping the white claws that tipped them together in threatening manner. Such a display was enough to make the "man" soil his robes and fall to the floor like a dog rolling onto its back.

"Have you gone death, I have commanded you to bring me palatable wine?! Do you intend to court death twice this night? My mercy may seem boundless but" Yan Deming proclaimed, placing one hand over his heart and raising another into the air with a single claw raise to the heavens.

In a moment, a strangely familiar aroma danced across his perception. Muddled, like perfume applied to a corpse, but still tantalizing. Similar to the musk of rutting beasts, intermingled with the smoke of burning bones and southern flowers, with a dash of peppery spice.

The perfume of the concubine Huli Jing! had she at last come to her senses and realized HE was a far more worthy of her affection than his oaf of a father?!

Then, another scent came, overwhelming the first. The stench of burning metal, a branding iron freshly heated, the stench of wet dirt and rain. And death. The very scent of coming death. Yan Deming was not able to react.
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>>4711983

There was a sound that the sixth prince recognized in the final moment of his life.
The sound of a skull popping via the grip of a vice.
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The Sixth Prince went limp, having never met the face of his killer, his tainted blood dripping from your hands as it poured out of his ears and eye sockets. His eyes themselves have bulged outwards and been crushed by the pressure of both of your hands squeezing the wretch's skull. From his crown, portions of his brain could be seen beneath his greasy soaked hair. His purple, overly engorged tongue sat upon the inhuman fangs that jutted from his jaw. For a few moments, the corrupted noble's cadaver twitched and convulsed in the air where you held him. Pressing with greater force, his eyes popped completely, their humors dripping down his cheeks as his features distorted further. It was gruesome work, but it was necessary to ensure his death. He may he an affront to all that is moral and decent in life, but even he deserved to die quickly and cleaning.

Dropping the trash to the ground, your golden eyes fall to the servant who appeased the late prince's wanton and deplorable desires. In his heart, you see hope welling up to fill his eyes. Obviously within his empty mind, he is devising a story a lie to feed to you, to claim he wanted to help the poor souls behind him but was cowed and forced to comply to his master's monsterous appetites.

"Be silent" You bark, swinging the Chendao vertically, before arching its path and slamming it down into the man's torso, cutting him in twain from the neck to the waist. His final breath is drowned out by the musical ringing of steel meeting stone.

Turning your gazed to the twenty eight young women and girls sat before you, you can plainly recognize they are terrified of you. Dressed in thin rags and silk so thin it can be see through, the elder among them huddle in front of the younger, as a living wall.

Without a word, you retrieve your Chendao, pulling it from the floor with a single arm. With the other you reach towards the nearest woman. She flinches and turns away.

Her eyes open again, shocked to find the chains that bind her broken. Smiling gently, you press the next woman's chains between your fingers as you did the first's, and break them as well. One of them, still restrained, begins to cry and opens her mouth to praise and thank you.

To silence her, you put a single finger in front of your lips and shake your head. They remain silent then, understanding that to escape from these hellish halls they must remain as silent as the dead.
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Cao Yunru could feel the toll paid by his heart by the responsibility entrusted to him. His palms were coated with a thick layer of his sweat, every breath he took was a victory against himself, every step taken forward a triumph. In his mind, visions of the fate that would await him if his treason was discovered flitted by, each more terrible and wretched than the last.
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>>4711985

But he must continue, Benevolent Lieren had trusted him with this duty, in his wisdom he had granted him a second chance to be freed of the shame of the past. He could not squander this opportunity or betray the giant's trust. He must succeed, or else uncountable lives would be lost. He must endure, despite his fear. If he were to turn away, he would be the greatest coward ever born to Shangrala.

Approaching the guard's stationed outside of one of the hidden caches of gunpowder and explosives, the meek scholar dug his hand into the sleeves of his robes. They leveled the heads of their spears towards his chest as he neared, but as he produced the scroll bearing the official and personal insignia of Yan Weizha they lowered their weapons and stood at attention.

Panic danced across their eyes, but it was soon replaced with relief as the stuttering scholar relayed a lie to them, excusing his presences as ensuring the stability and viability of the powder they guarded, using complex words that they uneducated men would not comprehend the meaning of as a form of harmless intimidation.

As the four hurried away from the cache, Cao Yunru met with an obstacle, the door was still locked and as moronic as they may be, the guards would see through his deception if he asked them to open the door. Only Yan Weizha held the key to the chambers that housed these tools of destruction. Despair flooded his mind, but it was soon replaced with rage and a foreign boldness. The trust given to him would not be betrayed. He surmount this obstacle, even if he must tear the door down himself.

Lieren's gentle smile filled his mind as he kicked the door like a common thug. And to his great surprise, the lacquered wood gave into his assault instantly, buckling inwards and allowing him to pry open a gap large enough for his reed like frame to squirm through.

Of course. The Yan would not waste the expense of purchasing sturdier materials for what was once a simple cellar. Smiling in relief, Yunru began his sabotage
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Half Jaw Hu was exhausted, his body feeling as though it might fall to the ground and slumber against his command of it. He had been awake for many days, guarding the daughter of Gao the fool, unable to sleep even when another took his place. Nightmarish visions haunted his dreams. Foxes that walked as men. Brother Feng and the twins had spoke of similar dreams when they met share their meals as children of nothing, as all the brothers of panther's excepting the cold Dong habitually sought to do.

Jinhai was speaking with general Daiyu of some matter of great importance. It had to be urgent, as they met in the dead of night and sent away their servants.

And the strange, empty eyed fellow did not explain exactly what they were to discuss when he met Hu at the perimeter of the general's tent.
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>>4711987

He had been commanded to wait for the black general to arrive, and was beginning to think Jinhai had forgotten to tell Brother Zian to rouse the virtuous Yin Lei, or had sent that fool Rong instead and the one eyed idiot had met Jiang and decided to eat rats with his dear friend.

Hu could not understand how a man as handsome as Jiang could willingly lower himself to eat rodents. Ever since Lieren came near nine years before, Hu hadn't touched the meat of rice or rats or anything that crawled and slithered through the mud. But Liang's lesser half would happily catch the vermin and dip them in boiling oil after snapping their necks with his hands and eat them whole, unskinned, still boned and replete with guts and innards. It was revolting.

No doubt Rong and Jiang were eating rats, even though the Banner of the old fox hung upon the horizon, piercing through the fog beneath the glow of the great bonfires the elderly general kept lit in some...bizarre stratagem or another.

Hu sighed and leaned against his spear, rifle slung across his back. Lieren should be arriving soon, with tales of glory and of strange hunts and quarries. Oh how Hu missed his giant friend. He felt endangered, standing alone in what could be the night before the greatest and deadliest battle in Yan history, without the great hunter and elder brother in all but blood by his side.

Doubtlessly, Lieren would emerge from the fog, in good spirits once more, smiling as gently as he did before this war started. He wanted his brother back to his usual self, by his side again. Mournful, the hunter sighed and scanned the camp beneath the hill he stood upon.

There was a brawl near the horses. Vishnu warriors or perhaps their lords fighting over some honor or another. Yet, he could swear he saw the strange hair style of the small guard Xin and the bright autumn red beard of other Wei among the fighting. Well, from what he knew of those two men's character it would not be strange for them to join into the fray.

Hu shivered. He heard those giant muscle bound women they brought to battle were searching for husbands. And that a pack had attempted to "claim" poor Liang the night before. Lieren could not return fast enough. How long until one of them decided he would be a worthy husband? He certainly hope, if he was targetted, they would not be members of the tribe led by the girl dressed in feathers. Despite her youth, she scared Hu. Something in her eyes made his hunter's instincts scream he was being hunted. Same with that man with but a strip of hair on his head, and that one who seemed closest to Lieren who painted a skull upon his face every morning. Something about them made Hu feel dread. A sense they were far more dangerous than himself. Like panthers in human skin.

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>>4711990

Then, with a loud bang, the brawl end. A gun shot fired into the air. Hu sighed and glanced towards the field. Seems Lai Song grew tired of the chaos and broke up the fight. Hu's heart leapt, trying to fly free from his chest as he noticed what color the hide of the horse Lai Song led from the stables.

That of unfired clay or half dried blood. Lieren's violent and bloodthirsty steed! the meat eating horse itself! Hu's spirits raised. Perhaps a fight began to be the first to greet Lieren, and in the fog and dark of the night, he had simply missed his friend's massive frame.

Lai Song neared, with a grave look upon his face, running one hand over his rugged and hanging mustache as he read from a scroll stained by mud, smoke and blood.

Hu's spirits sank. The general glanced towards him, before moving his eyes to his spear and back to his face. As if he were asking why he did not move to stop him from entering the tent.

Hu felt his face flush with embarrassment and he stood at attention, moving his spear to block the king of war's passage.

He simply laughed in response, his tail of hair bouncing behind his neck as he did so. Hu felt shame replace his embarrassment.

"Oh hold your head high, you're tired, its excusable for vigilance to falter when the body is tired. I will not tell a soul my young compatriot" The older man joked, which reassured Hu. He would not be merry if Lieren was injured or otherwise harmed "But I must request I be allowed entrance to lady Daiyu's tent, Lieren has sent an urgent message in his stead as it seems he shall be"

Hu looked deeply into the general's eyes, attempting to mimic Lieren's own judge the measure of a man and the truth of their words at a glance. It didn't seem to work.

"Delayed in his journey back to us, for several reasons. it seems he has found new prey to hunt" Lai song muttered, before frowning "And get some rest, soldier, you look as though you are liable to drop dead at any moment"

Hu sighed, and returned moved his spear away.

"I have been commanded to stand guard until relieved" He uttered in reply.

Lai Song sucked his teeth.

"Well, I will not be the one to tell Lieren that one of his dear companions met his unfortunate demise by refusing to rest" The general replied dully as he stepped past "Though, I am impressed by your stamina, even compared to that of my best rider's it is admirable"

Hu smiled, pride replacing shame, as the general entered lady Daiyu's tent. And promptly fell asleep before he could hear the commotion that followed, head slumping against his spear as he dreamt of simple days back in Nothing. Hunting panthers beneath the fog.
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Beneath the surface of the streams and rivers that crawled across the palace's grounds, horror lurked. Bloated corpses lay, bound in chains to float just beneath the surface like macabre lotuses yet to bud. But more horrifying yet, was the presences of still living men and women, similarly shackled and bound.
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>>4711991

Their mouths have been stitched shut or melted together by extreme heat. Yet they lingered, breathing with thin wooden skewers pierced through their throats and held in place by pine resin. And they languished beneath the water, as their flesh swelled and turned as white as a corpse, their moist skin turning black as it began to die. Worse yet, the numerous species of vibrantly colored and carnivorous fanged fish fed upon their still squirming limbs, pulling at their eye lids and feasting upon their cheeks as they lay defenseless.

They were joined by lizards with skin like eels and flattened jaws lined with serrated teeth, who would saw off patches of flesh or even entire limbs of the unfortunates. Some become infested by aquatic vermin, that burrowed in their distended flesh and made their home in their bellies, wriggling and squirming as their hosts silently screamed to the murky abyss that surrounded them.

All of them were too far gone to be saved, all that could be done was to ease their suffering and bring an end to their pointlessly elongated executions. It would be cruel to leave them to be eaten alive as their bodies decayed around them. And you could not stand to meet their eyes as the boat you clung to passed them by, only to steal away the singular hope they let held. The hope death would come for them quickly.

It would be imperative to return here once the tyrant and the fox were slain, so you may free those who remained beneath the waters, trapped in an agonizing death that would not come for weeks. That fact that you were unable to grant them a merciful death now, burned inside you like a poison, corroding your thoughts.

But you endured it, as the waters around you turned red and the creatures that swam them began to turn on each other as their living meals expired. An orgy of feral violence surrounded your passage to the third gate.

When the vessel came to a halt, you intended to wait for a few minutes beneath the water still so the oarsman would depart with whatever cargo he transported, allowing you to emerge onto land once more unseen. However, this delay became uncessary.

As the laborer fell into the lake his ship had come to rest at, staining the pure waters crimson as the life faded from his eyes. A muffled gunshot echoed in the night air above. A new wound emerged upon his brow, just as his pain filled eyes met yours. The life emptied from them as rivers of blood pooled around the three arrows in his chest like gruesome ribbons of silk. His mouth hang open in a unheard plea for mercy.

Laughter. His killers were laughing.

Allowing yourself to sink, you collected the poor man's corpse and began to swim for the shore, some distance away from the lantern lit docks. Pushing the murdered man onto solid ground before pulling yourself up to join him, you saw the murderers still laughing next to his abandoned ship.
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>>4711994

A hunting party, riding grotesquely muscled men, whose backs were pieced with clear tubes and vials of glass filled with the same liquid as the slave collars employed by Nitya Sinha and his emissary Dhananjay. It would appear that the Yan have been trading with the Vishnu kings, despite the long cultural strife between the two peoples. Contemptible. One of them, who sat upon the largest of the man steeds, wore robes like the Sixth prince, Gold and white, unmarred by grime or dirt.

He had long onyx black hair, that hang to his waste, his robes were parted to reveal his chest, covered in self inflicted scars. A handsome young man sat at his back, dressed like the women the sixth prince had taken as entertainment. The fifth prince, for who else could this wretched man be, had numerous rings pieced through his nose and the lobes of his ears were extend and pulled down to his shoulders by two pins.

"Ooooh what a beautiful expression he made as he sank into the depths!" the prince cries to the heavens, wielding a primitive pistol in one of his hands, a simpler design than the one Cao Yunru had intended to end his own life with early this night "Such surprise, such terror. Oh it was intoxicating! like a vision from the eight courts themselves! To watch the life fade from his eyes and his last breath bubble to surface WAS MOST AMUSING!"

The other members of this pack of degenerates join the fifth prince in his raucous laughter

Kneeling in the mud and filth of the shore, you place a hand upon the chest of their victim and close your eyes, the rage you had subdued once more screaming to the surface of your usually serene mind. How dare they. How dare they make light of this man's death! how dare they treat murder as a game and death as comedy. Grinding your teeth, you restrain the murderous impulses that begin to grow within the meadows of your mind.

No. As always, this must be approached with a calm and centered mind. To lash out mindlessly would be not only a grave mistake, but an unforgiveable show of pique and lack of control.

Turning your eyes from the still warm body at your side, you scan your surroundings. And find that this layer of the celestial incarnation palace is covered in towering trees with the ground formed in such a way to resemble hills and burrows. It is a tamed portion of the wilds transplanted into the heart of civilization.

How disturbing. It is as if they Yan wish to defile the very nature of Shangrala and twist it to their own sick purposes.
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>>4711997

How shall you proceed, Lieren?
>The hunter shall be the hunted. The fifth shall Join the sixth, along with all of his companions.
>Create a distraction among the "wilds". Agitating the captive game with strategically placed fires and screams to frighten them into a stampede. And while the guards are distracted, sneak past the fourth wall's gate.
>Scale the fourth palace and descended down it
>Considering the fifth prince's ownership of a gun, use the Chendao to breach the forth wall. While the siege breaking rounds are much louder than a pistol, it is unlikely any man here is knowledgeable enough concerning firearms to tell the difference
>Write in?

Sorry for the wait again

>>4711954
I should explain that between the rambos and the ogryn, Think of them as kind of a middle ground between the Arnolds and the Ogryn. As many of you have said before, like amazons except they have both genders.
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>Scale the fourth palace and descended down it
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>>4712000
>The hunter shall be the hunted, shove the bodies in the water
>Up and over again.

These stupid motherfuckers
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>>4712000
>The hunter shall be the hunted. The fifth shall Join the sixth, along with all of his companions.
Guess we might as well eliminate the higher ups of the place while we're here. Fox lady and Yan aren't going to pull anything in the short amount of time it takes to get rid of the members of this vile court.
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>>4712000
>Scale the fourth palace and descended down it
>>4712017
>>4712019
What happens if one escapes or raises the alarm somehow?
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>>4712000
>The hunter shall be the hunted. The fifth shall Join the sixth, along with all of his companions.
>Scale the fourth palace and descended down it
They didn't stop us before, they won't stop us now.

Also, i wish we'd at least given Sixth the time to look around before murderizing him. He deserved to suffer fear in his last moments.
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>>4712032
>What happens if one escapes
Just don't let them escape. We're a primarch, cut them down before they realize what's happening. This guy doesn't have shit on Cui Fu, and even he was basically speedblitzed by us when we were waay weaker.
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>>4712000
>>The hunter shall be the hunted. The fifth shall Join the sixth, along with all of his companions.
Fuck these guys, man. Throw a rock and shatter the tubes of the not!Grotesque they're riding, see what it does. It should free it, make their deaths look like an accident.
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>>4712032
Don't let them. Kill themm all quickly.
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>>4712032
We should be able to avoid that. They are full of themselves.
Thinking about it, this princes seems to have something in them inherited by their father. While i don t think they are strong, they could be a nuisance, if they give aid later on to their father during the fight against him and the evil spirit (the fight it self will be inevitably be seen/hear
by all. I suspect we may need to pursue the evil spirit, when it understands it has no chances to win the fight without feasting upon the weak).

And they might attempt to massacre the city people, (if they see Lieren victory) by other means than the explosives under the capital.

>>4712000
>The hunter shall be the hunted. The fifth shall Join the sixth, along with all of his companions.
>Scale the fourth palace and descended down it
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>>4712052
>>4712058
Even if we kill them without anyone noticing, someone is eventually bound to notice that the princes keep disappearing. Can we reach the king and the daemon before that happens? It should be better to go there quickly and prevent him starting his plan.
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>>4712065
I'd imagine that a) Yan isn't the type of father to check up on his kids all that often, if at all and b) that we're killing them all fast enough for the sixth only to be discovered when we're giving Yan himself a nice dose of benevolence in azure and plum right through his cranial cavity.
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>>4712064
They are corrupted and have some mutations but it doesn't seem that most of them are powerful or otherwise a normal human. I don't know if they will help their father but the daemon could just eat the slaves if she needs to, so we won't be making them weaker this way necessarily.
>>4712070
Yes but the more we delay, the more we risk that they will start their plan either by realizing we are here or just passing whatever deadline they have.
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>Eastern-themed sadistic degenerate noblemen who enslave people at their free will, believe themselves to be heavenly and have divine blood in them, who also ride gigantic muscular humans
Are the Yan literally Tenryuubito?
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>>4712000
>>The hunter shall be the hunted. The fifth shall Join the sixth, along with all of his companions
I'm gonna be real i didn't wanna kill them all because i expect this is a chaos sacrifice thing but narratively having started killing the sons it seems more suitable to finish the job.
>Scale the fourth palace and descended down it

My suggestion for the kill is drowning, let the eels and such devour him with his throat slit in the water weighed down by his belongings.
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>>4712076
>realizing we are here
A risk whatever we vote to do. That's why making their deaths look like an accident (like the thing they're riding did it) is important.
>just passing whatever deadline they have
From Yin Aiguo's memory, I got the sense that they're waiting for one more loss on the battlefield or for us to get closer to the city to blow shit up. Our annihilation of Yin's force won't have spread and Daiyu's first solo battle hasn't yet happened. And on some level, we want to take enough time getting there to let Yunru defuse the powder kegs. 86-ing these fuckers is the best use of that time.
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>>4712065
Can we do it before he notices? Yeah.
Will we do it before he notices if we hide the bodies? Certainly.

Am I ever going to vote to let these disgusting tyrants live while they are within Chendao distance? Never.
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>>4712089
>>4712090
Okay just remember that we still have the daemon's tail with us so there is a chance she knows we're here.
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So Lieren comes
His journey builds us a road
peace for all to know

So Lieren comes
Mighty hunter from Nowhere
The Fog at his call

So Lieren comes
Cunning and so full of wit
A Tyrant soon falls?

So Lieren comes
The Old Frog Dragons demise
Purified with flames

So Lieren comes
He who broke the great lasher
Shattered and broken

So Lieren comes
Tranquil will the sharpest blade
Unseen Master's bane

So Lieren comes
Ending Boars himself alone
Showing Turtles home

So Lieren comes
A uniter of the lands
he is heavens plans

So Lieren comes
Yet he sees with golden eyes
Foxes cannot hide

So Lieren comes
His journey builds us a road
peace for all to know

(Each one is a haiku that for a chain)
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>>4712097
A chance that was already existent anyway.
But it is interesting that these nobles have an enhanced sense of smell.
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>>4712102
They're people with fox mutations so enhanced smell like a fox you know?
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>>4712097
Fair enough. If that is the case, I wonder what their plan is, as they haven't blown up the caches yet. Hypothetically they could take us out with them, maybe they want to gloat a bit beforehand.
>>4712102
My gut reaction was "filthy Slaaneshi blessings" but it seems like the 6th Prince was born with his augmentations. Throw the whole bloodline out, it's no good.
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>>4712108
The daemon doesn't seem to care about the Yan. When she spoke to us when we read Aiguo's memories, she offered to kill the king for us if we will take his place.
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>>4712077
Very accurate, I can see us not recruiting much from most planets' nobility now that I think of it

Are we going to punch the 'Emperor' so hard the world turns black and white?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GIqz6sBP7Qs
>Leman: Did you feel that Father?
>Emperor: I did Leman. This psychic signature... It must be one of your brothers.
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>>4712115
If we punched the emperor that hard, his head would blow up.
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>>4712000
>The hunter shall be the hunted. The fifth shall Join the sixth, along with all of his companions.
>Scale the fourth palace and descended down it
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>>4712000
>The hunter shall be the hunted. The fifth shall Join the sixth, along with all of his companions.
>Scale the fourth palace and descended down it
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>>4712000
>Create a distraction among the "wilds". Agitating the captive game with strategically placed fires and screams to frighten them into a stampede. And while the guards are distracted, sneak past the fourth wall's gate.
We killed the sixth because he was going to send a search party for the people we killed and the slavea we freed, and he was already in front of us. Hunting the fifth will take time and put the operation at risk by raising even more suspicions.
I fear that since they have guns here, they may look up while hunting, so climbing is dangerous.
So a distraction it is.
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>>4712176
>We
Do not make presumptions like that. The reason other people vote for an option is not necessarily the reason you vote for an option.
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>>4712194
Look, it's difficult to keep jumping between I, we and Lieren each time there is a conversation.
You understood what I meant, so there is no need to police what I wrote.
Because the only person assuming things here is (you).
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>>4712000
>The hunter shall be the hunted. The fifth shall Join the sixth, along with all of his companions
>Scale the fourth palace and descended down it
>Find a place to hide the dead man so we can come back to pay our respects later.
The emperor has a soft spot for aesthetics, so I'm sure he will approve once he meets our friends.

I feel as though the Emperor in all his aesthetical glory will appreciate our wild Vishnu friends.
Who the fuck is the eyeless guy back in the army camp?

We did at least hide the bodies of the sixth prince and his dog right? If not I hope the concubines had the sense to do so, if not loot the bodies for a weapon or two.

>>4712080
That kind of kill sounds "EXCESSIVE." "EXCESS." You know Slanesh shit. Let's make it clean and quick.

>>4712119
Not even. I suspect something akin to a miniature hydrogen bomb or large explosion might occur with how hard Lieren is gonna punch this motherfucker. The guy's body is so suffused with fat and chaos magic, his body fat would melt into grease, then catch fire from the intense friction of how motherfucking hard out boy with golden eyes is swinging.
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>>4711997
>A hunting party, riding grotesquely muscled men, whose backs were pieced with clear tubes and vials of glass filled with the same liquid as the slave collars employed by Nitya Sinha and his emissary Dhananjay.
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck how are we going to free those men afterwards? They're not wearing any collars I think.
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>>4712258
Break the tubes? I want to throw a rock to break them and see if they do the job for us.
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>>4712000
>>The hunter shall be the hunted. The fifth shall Join the sixth, along with all of his companions.
>>Scale the fourth palace and descended down it
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Here's a few painting based on the discussions from last night.
I'm not so sure about them, but maybe mixing and matching them a bit could work?
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>Create a distraction among the "wilds". Agitating the captive game with strategically placed fires and screams to frighten them into a stampede. And while the guards are distracted, sneak past the fourth wall's gate.

Creating a distraction seems the smart choice
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>>4712327
All are very good

On the bright side, if we can't stop Rowboat's Codex from going through we have some great color schemes for the 2nd Founding
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>>4712327
#4 is my favorite of this batch, but I get how some people might find it difficult to divorce teal/sea green from the SoH, even though they're black and white now. #2 is a bit too simplistic, for some reason the colors remind me of toothpaste. Maybe it needs a highlight/accent color? How light and pastel #3 is makes me think of Easter, so now we have special holiday colors. #1 is the runner up for me.
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>>4712377
Here's the 2nd one with golden accents.
Hopefully they no longer are Mint Toothpaste Marines.
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Actually, here's all the schemes I have so far together.
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>>4712443
I fucked up a arm and the pauldrons on the Malal scheme.
It may be the meme option, but it doesn't mean it has to be disrespected.
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>>4712266
but the tubes are attached to the men being used as mounts. If they run out they might die from withdrawl.
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>>4712456
Looking at them all like that is neat.
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>>4712429
I do think that's better. We'll save the toothpaste scheme for when we're sponsored.
>>4712582
When we detatched the collars from the slave soldiers we were given they were fine after a few seconds of nausea.
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>>4712000
>>The hunter shall be the hunted. The fifth shall Join the sixth, along with all of his companions.
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>>4712711
They were foaming at the mouth anon
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>>4712784
That's just how Vishnu are, give them something to punch and it goes away.
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>>4712000
>The hunter shall be the hunted. The fifth shall Join the sixth, along with all of his companions.
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>>4712343
This and kill the yanbitch on the way
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>>4712582
>>4712784
If you were given the choice of remaining a junkie fake homunculi for the rest of your (probably short due to hardcore slaaneshi drugs) life, or being freed and have a few minutes left, but spend said minutes tearing apart the asshole guy that did this to you and many others, what would you pick?
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>>4712784
They were. And then they stopped and watched us make the emissary shit himself and run away.
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>>4711631
Jag is a fag, I’ll snag his swag and put it in my bag
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>>4713065
Well if we're sure that breaking the beakers and vials wont kill then, sure?
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>>4712456
Ad here's the panthers for them.
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>>4712101
This is good by the way, Don't want you to think it isn't for lack of reponses.
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>>4713144
A bit of the colour before the change was showing, so I fixed it.
>>4713152
This anon is right by the way, this >>4712101 is good, it's just that I suck at poetry, so I don't know how to give proper feedback.
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>>4713156
could you do an inverse of the white and green symbol?
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>>4713320
If you reverse it it would ruin the synbolism of green around pure jade.
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>>4712000
I have a terrible idea that either killing each and every prince as Lieren progresses or sparing them will come back to bite him in the ass either way. If he lets them go, they'll escape and probably seek asylum in Vishnu or hold Yan villages hostage.

If he kills each one, then it probably empowers the demon, which might be something Lieren can face but will make the job much harder.

I'll suggest he does take down this and later princes, and see if Lieren can scavenge something out of their stuff that can help in the coming demon fight. Any sidearms, like good vishnu-steel swords might help. Lieren can donate them to any freed slaves that we help liberate.
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https://youtu.be/3TARjmhDAuc
Our boy looking down from a starship and sees tyrants. We're totally gonna help Angron and save his comrades
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I drift through the fog.
It imbues all paths I see.
Thus I journey on.

This senryu is brought to you by an alcoholic.
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>>4713513
>Lieren gets annoyed by Horus feeding into the savagery of the 19th
>Decides to take them under his wing in the decades before Corax is found
>Corax and his sons have a better first impression as they're much calmer/stealthy which aligns more to Corax's style
I can see the 2nd and 19th getting along very well
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>>4713320
Here's the edit.
Also did a Malal panther.
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>>4713513
Inshallah, Anon. Inshallah.
I also want to crack Morty open to expose his soft nougaty center too, but he's much harder.
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The black trim is done, I like the look. It’s smaller compared to the other ones but that’s because I’m going to add more marines, probably a devastator and a tactical.
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>>4713887
I prefer my marines spicy, so I put some extra mustard on it.
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>>4713887
And amazing work as always anon.
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>>4713915
>>4713887
Wonderful work
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>>Scale the fourth palace and descended down it
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Made a marine inspired by >>4706924
Jinhai is in his late teens, right? Just on the very cusp of Astartes viability. If we aren't picked up soon, our options are appointing him planetary governor or getting him the Luther/Phaeron treatment.
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>>4714670
I'd honestly retain Jinhai as a base human regardless of his viability as an Astartes.
He has the makings of a good leader and a fantastic teacher as time goes on.
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>>4714683
>He has the makings of a good leader and a fantastic teacher as time goes on.
I get not wanting to keep him as a base human on a moral or philosophical level, but if you just want him to lead and teach, why not make him immortal (or close to it) so he can learn and teach as many people as possible? We've already thrown around the idea of our legion being much closer with non-astartes forces than others.
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>>4714694
I guess it's not a bad thing if he makes it as an astartes, but even if he doesn't he'll have plenty of wisdom to pass on.
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>>4714670
>LOOK AT OUR BEUTIFUL BROTHER!

>>4714683
>>4714699
There's no reason to not make him an astartes or quasi astartes. He's one of the smartest people and best fighters on the planet. His potential could help us save the galaxy, and when he's ready to retire he can go back to our home planet to fill whatever occupation would suit him best. Probably like what you guys said as an instructor, or possible another monk philosopher?

I'm still excited to introduce our brothers and sons to each other. We can make some fun out of the odd uncles and nephews things.
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>>4714715
I'd like to imagine Hu would be a favorite among most of our Gene-Sons.
Nothing says grit like having half you face torn off.
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>>4714728
I really want to use advanced technology to restore Half Jaw Hu's jaw. Give him some nice and strong teeth implants so he can finally talk, chew, and smile.
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>>4714728
>>4714746
It's nothing so dramatic, he's just missing half his bottom teeth. We just need to develop modern dentistry.
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>>4714750
What would make for decent replacement molars? Cerimite? Plasteel or Armaplas screws to keep the teeth in place? Regrow grow completely new teeth?

Pic related was Imperium/Mechanicum tech being bulky sometimes.
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>>4714750
I'm sure Lieren is already thinking about it as a side project once the war is over with.
I imagine the principle of osseointegration was covered in the knowledge gleaned from the egg, and it should be easy to find the ore and create the tooling needed for titanium implants.
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>>4714754
In the Imperium, I can see gold being used, but also vat-grown replacements. Or maybe ivory-tipped cybernetics, because all the George Washington special is missing to fit the setting is an incense burner and attached miniflamer. We'd invent a reasonable option.
>>4714759
We have a ton to do after the war. I can see improved medicine being a priority, to ensure the manner of Chen's death is preventable.
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>>4714754
Ceramite would actually be completely viable for dental implants since it's just a composite of the two best materials for the job; Titanium and Ceramic.
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>>4714764
Sweet. We'll have Hu chewing foods more faster by the end of next year. In the years to follow we should be able to get the Kang heir, and the monk girl some prosthetics. I don't remember if she lost her hands, or they were simply crippled due to how broken they were, but I think with enough fuckery we can get her walking. Maybe rebreaking+regluing bones so they grow right, re-sowing torn tendons back together, feeding her superior medications and formulas to better stimulate natural healing.
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>>4714670
Very nice. I can imagine we'd give him a lot of responsibility as a Space Marine, maybe even have him as our No. 2. He can lead his own special chapter called the Carp Brothers.
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>>4714883
At some point it might be more viable for the slave woman if we just see what Kanzeon can whip up.
Best case scenario is there's some limb growth vats and proper surgical facilities onboard.
Worst case scenario is she gets a really kickass wheelchair.
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>>4714909
Please dont mention wheelchairs. It reminds me of all the combat wheelchairs in /tg/
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Calling the vote now. Sorry for the long wait.

Scale the third palace and descend down it:11
The hunter shall be the hunted:12
Create a distraction by causing a stampede of "wild" life, and use it to sneak past the forth gate:2
Find a place to hide the dead man so we can come back to pay our respects later:1

Alright, Lieren shall hunt the hunters of men and avenge those they've thoughtlessly slaughtered, including the fifth prince>

And then shall scale the third palace to surmount the forth wall, getting ever closer to the heart of the celestial incarnation palace

Writing now!

and sorry again for the wait.

>>4712101
I love it, it's just beautiful Good work man. I imagine this collection of Haikus would be accompanied by music very much like this

https://youtu.be/6Yb0jJ5kiIQ


>>4713517
Excellent, sounds like something Lieren would come up with. good work my friend.

>>4712456
>>4713604
Keep up the good work amigo

>>4713887
Amazing, can't wait to see how it turns out. you the man

>>4713915
Nice edit

>>4714670
Stylish! as the son of the sea deserves!

>>4712246
yes, Lieren is as cautious as always

>>4713597
I've been thinking about How Lieren will interact with the still fatherless legions when he is found.

>>4713513
>>4712115

funny and accurate

>>4711016
hehehe
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>>4713597
That does make a great deal of sense. Both Primarchs have an affinity towards stealth. Both would appreciate a well thought out poem or haiku. Both have raging hate boners for tyrants. Maybe the bond between Corax and Lieren will be especially strong? Will see soon enough shall we?

You know I never really thought about Lieren'a interactions with the legions themselves, only between him and his brothers. If the time scale is right and he is to be the third son to be found, I really do wonder what his interactions between the various branches of the Space Marines will be like. For example the Wolrd Eaters or whatever they were called before they changed their name. They were already crazyish bum-rushers and ravangers I think. Each legion kinda mirrors some aspects of what their primarchs were supposed to be before they all got transplanted, so I think Angron's legions were always supposed to be blood thirsty. Just never crusade era levels of thirsty when Angry Ron had the butchers nails installed.

So if and when Lieren gets the opportunity to meet with the World Eaters, he'll have roughly about fourteen founding primarchs before they reunite with their genefather. That's plenty enough time to teach them the wonders of meditation, armaplas stressballs, and zen gardening.
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>>4714923
Angron is touring the flagship of the World Eater fleet and comes across a full on meditation hall. A vicious scuffle breaks out over who gets to give up their seat for their father.
Once the Hound of Nuceria has been coerced by Kharn(swell guy, yeah?) into sitting down, silence resumes.
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>>4714927
Hell of a guy, that Kharn.
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>>4714923
They were called the War Hounds before Angron was found, then he renamed them World Eaters because he didn't want to be called a dog.
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>>4714917
>Excellent, sounds like something Lieren would come up with. good work my friend.

I'm flattered. One rarely gets to practice Japanese poetry in the country of it's origin so I thought it would be fitting.
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actually looking at whats going on and how often Lieren fights he's actually stacking up to be a pretty dangerous primarch in terms of straight up combat for sure in the top half...we won't beat Russ or Sanguinius but you know
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>>4714941
One learns best when teaching. Or so I'm told. Considering we plan to pass down our knowledge to many disciples we'll definitely be able to hold our own in many fields.
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>>4714941
Not winning against them I can agree, but with how skilled is 8 yrs old Lieren and with the whole "empowering others that in turn empower you", we probably wouldn't lose either, so the fight woul probably en in a stalmate with them having the upper hand
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>>4714941
Well, that depends. Right now we're not that powerful, we're still able to be wounded by normal means. That's...reasonable, considering we're an 8 year old, but if we keep fighting then when we primarch puberty then we'll turn into a true giant.
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To turn the sanctity of nature into an arena of which they can chase their debased thrills and fulfill their every wicked desire. To hunt men as if they were the beasts of the wood, riding upon the shoulders of others who have been forcefully degenerated into a state lower than that of pack animals. Treating their brothers and sisters of shangrala into little more than beasts of burden and quarries of pointless nighttime hunts. Truly these are utterly abominable practices that must come to an end alongside those who commit such atrocious actions as if they were a merry game.

The depraved hunt must come to an end before it claims a single victim more. The innocent shall no longer be preyed upon. For within these misplaced woods you now walk, a far deadlier adversary than the game the fifth prince and his entourage harry beneath the night. The hunter of men shall meet his match and become the hunted. As a son of the wilds yourself, you cannot allow this affront to mankind and nature continue unabated for even a night longer.

Saying a quick prayer for the man who shall be the final victim claimed by these monstrous men, you close his eyes with a gentle touch, an unspoken promise to return to bring the empty vessel to a more dignified place of repose, where it may be given the respect it deserves. As you shall do for all of the victims left to rot within and beyond the walls of these most tainted grounds. Rising to your feet, you step from the muddy shore and slink into the shadow and the fog, passing unseen as the intoxicated riders return to the woods carried by their twisted steeds.

Watching their movement beneath a man made ridge of clay and polished stone, you calculate the most likely path they shall take into the woods and where within shall be the most advantageous area to catch them by surprise. Hopefully while the hunting party is separated from one another, so they may be plucked away like flowers and vanish into the shade of the trees, never to be seen among the living again. These beasts believe their social standing and pedigree imparts unto them the right to indulge upon such heinous hunting. So they shall be stalked and slaughtered as their victims were.

By a peerless hunter, who far surpasses them as a tracker of not only beasts but of men as well. By your hand, they shall be taught that all life is to be respected and valued, before they themselves are killed for the crime of thoughtlessly ending the lives of their fellow men for mere entertainment.

Glowering, you step past the boundary of the manmade weald, and into the shadows cast by the canopy of tangled and twisted branches above.
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Yan Bao was rather displeased by his companions. Their skill in riding had been gravely lessened by gentle haze of alcohol and the burning touch of the narcotics they had imbibed together.
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>>4714976

For none of his close friends and hunting partners had been able to keep pace with his own "Steed", a man who had once been a woodcutter with clumsy hands which defaced a monument of his beloved father. The manbeast beneath his legs drooled and frothed at the mouth, dull eyes gazing into the dark ahead while it pawed and dug at the grasses bellow with callused and blood hands.

Searching for signs of his quarries passage, perhaps the tracks of his own daughter or an old friend whose scent he recognized among the weeds and moss. Bao smirked, amused by the snuffling and grunting of his steed as it staggered ahead having found a trail that could be followed hopefully to the game honored to be his quarry tonight.

"Disgusting" Luo Mingyu muttered, his sweet voice caressing Bao's tapered ears "You should've muzzled the beast, you know I don't like hearing it my darling fox"

Bao cackled, as his lover ran his hands across his bare scar covered chest, fingers tracing along the ragged lines he himself had carved to feel the sensation of being skinned. As one could not understand their prey without experiencing their world at their level.

"Oh but your cries of fright and disgust amuse me so, my little crane" Bao cooed, snapping his teeth playfully towards the Mingyu's nape, eliciting a shrill cry from the man blessed with beauty and femininity beyond any woman born.

"Oooh you wild beast" Mingyu giggled, digging his painted nails deep into his beloved's skin as he pressed himself closer to his back. The fifth prince's smile faded, as not a single member of his hunting party road forth to join him in the thrill of the chase. They were incredibly intoxicated, so some delay would be expected from them clumsily leading their steeds through the snarled underbrush and labyrinth of hunting trails, but for them to straggle so far behind his lead was simply disappointing.

"Is something wrong my fox?" The boyish consort clinging to his shoulders whispered, eyes shimmering with worry as his lover stared in the stygian shroud that surrounded the both of them.

It was most peculiar, in fact, that he had not heard a single grunt or bray from their mounts either. Nor the cracking of branches and crashing of trees that foretold their presence. It was almost as if they had vanished away into the night, or abandoned the hunt for some incomprehensible reason. Or. Bao felt a chill crackle across his skin, hairs standing up on end as a most unnerving thought flew through his intoxicated mind.

Or if they had been hunted themselves. Slain by some wily beast or bold man. It would not be the first time the prey has fought back but, the sensation that clouded his mind now was more than mere worry or concern. When such accidents had priorly occurred, the hunter's instinct within Bao's mind had felt it upon the air before he had been informed of the unfortunate happening by one of his companions or aides.
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>>4714977

But this time was different, it was not a simple unease that settled over his heart now. It was something more potent, more animalistic. More ancient. When his yellow eyes look into the shadows that danced around the edge of his lantern's light, he felt as though they were staring back. Dread, dread was the name of this feeling. The dread of being hunted. In the dark, the fifth prince realized, there were no other lights burning away the fog and gloom.

Something was lurking in the darkness, hiding within the trees. following him.

"Baooooooo" Mingyu whined as he tugged on one of the numerous rings pierced through the bridge of his nose with a hooked finger, breaking the prince's concentration and banishing away his fears "I asked if something is wroooooong"

Bao laughed. No, no that was impossible. He was a hunter peerless beneath the heavens. Upon Shangrala there existed no man or beast that could equal let alone surpass him in this art. All else was worthy only of being his prey. There could not be a being that could stalk him unseen, or pass by the senses he had honed and cultivated throughout his life. The liquor and narcotic pollen together must've been playing tricks on his mind, his hunting companions were probably just lost or had the fortune of finding game before himself.

The night held nothing that could scare him. He was the apex predator. He was the pinacle of nature!

"Oh my gentle crane, how sweetly does your worried voice sing! I could become drunk merely listening to you. The whimpers and wails, like a chorus from the heavens" Bao purred, nipping at his lover's hand to get him to let go of the jewelry embedded in his flesh "I was merely giving my companions a chance to catch up, before leaving them behind"

"Oh so we're alone? Perhaps I could sing a sweeter song for you, my noble fox. Beneath the trees and amidst the grass, I could offer a pleasure beyond the thrill of the hunt if you" Mingyu said, tracing his fingers towards Bao's legs and grain "Would only command me to"

Bao clicked his tongue, gingerly grabbing his consort by the wrist to remove his hand from his waist.

"Oh, My Mingyu, be patient, I can indulge in you later, and fulfill every lascivious desire and wanton whim soon. But upon my pride as a hunter I cannot end a hunt midpursuit and return to my hall empty handed" The prince sighed, petting the pouting Mingyu beneath his chin as he turned his eyes forward, firmly burying the fear he had felt moments ago "Come! Sweet Mingyu! Let us see if we may bathe in the blood and frolic to the sweet music of my younger brother's stolen playthings before the night ends, shall we?"

"Lord Bao. Must you always be so forceful and bold? It isn't fair for a man to be as irresistible as you" Mingyu sang, clinging to his lover's chest as Yan Bao whipped his mount, driving it forward into the gloom ahead fearless once more. A grin curled upon his lips, as he allowed his tongue hang past them and dance in the air.
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>>4714978

The chime pierced to the end of it rang behind his head as the organ trailed like a ribbon of silk on the wind.
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It would seem you had underestimated the fifth prince. He had looked towards you, for the span of a few breaths. He did not truly see you, but he had glanced in the direction of your hiding spot and held his gaze for several moments. If he was not blinded by the intoxicants roiling within his veins, if he was not distracted by his young consort, he may have been vigilant enough to spot you.

You shift your weight upon the branch you are perched upon, rolling the ropes of the two nooses you held tighter upon your arms. The men whose neck they did grip, lifted into the air. The man made steed, had passed into unconsciousness and ceased his thrashing, so you loosened the rope that bound the poor creature's neck, and brought him to the forest floor once again, dropping the rope as he slumped to the ground.

However his rider, you continued to pull him higher, tightening the noose wrapped around his own neck as he struggled and thrashed weakly, struggling to free himself. His face had turned a dark shade of plum, his fingers were bloody from the friction of catching and holding onto the rope as it tightened. It had cut into his flesh, and he was only still alive because he had managed to feel the noose as it slipped over his head.

His eyes meet yours, begging for mercy and forgiveness. A moment later, you pull the rope taught, cutting through his fingers and allowing him to drop. A few feet above the forest floor, his neck snaps, and echoes through the night. The sudden stop, sends the lantern tied to his belt clattering to the ground.

Its flame is snuffed out when its holder's corpses falls upon it. Allowing yourself to slip from the branch, you join the steed and rider upon the ground.

Looking towards the direction the fifth prince charged, you begin to trail him. You'll have to be more cautious in your approach, considering the prince's sharp instinct. But, this man shall pose no threat to you, when you catch him. He is no Cui Fu. His skill in the hunt is equal to the talent of Feng and Dong. It'd be worthy of praise, if he was not so wretched.

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Cao Yunru could barely recognize himself. Where had such courage grown from? How could he have been so hopeless at the dawn of today, to plan his own death? How could he have been so foolish and afraid. Even if death was what awaited him at the end of this night, he knew would not falter and step aside upon the road he now walked. What did it matter if he met his end tonight, or in a few decades? If he gave his own life to save countless others, he would be happy. How could one dread such a fate? The Yunru that awoke today, and the one who existed now, were different men. How foolish he had been, how cowardly.

It was shameful, that he had planned to leave his mistake behind as he fled this life.
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>>4714979

He should have sought to right it before he met with Lieren, and was bathed by the radiance of his wisdom and kindness. He strode forward, a story being written in his head to feed to the next pack of guards standing before a fragment of his greatest folly.

How small they seemed, despite towering above the scholar. They did not have a purpose as he himself did, they walked as though waking sleepers, ignorant blind and directionless.

Producing the scroll from his sleeve, he spoke in a commanding tone, one inspired by his savior as well as the devil he once served. The men, muscled bound and armed with the finest weapons crafted by the Yan's craftsmen, were cowed by the once meek scholar, intimidated by the shadow he cast. for he may be small, but Cao Yunru now walked as a giant.

Such boldness and certainty made his lie all the more believable, and soon the six men were fleeing into the tunnels, believing themselves to be hunted by assassins and hired killers who would never come.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, the scholar strode forward, sighing in relief. He was not certain how he had managed to get this far alive, but he had no time to waste pondering such pointless thoughts. He had a duty to fulfill, and trust to uphold. He would not fail Lieren, not while he was so close to success.

Not when he was so close to saving the city and all who dwelt within. He could not turn back, he could not falter! He must succeed!

He would undo his mistake, and right his folly. Slamming himself against the lacquered door before him, it soon began to bend and buckle. It swung open before it broke, and the unusually courageous scholar swiftly set to work sabotaging the store of gunpowder, breaking the pots filled with it with an axe to allow it to spill to the floor, before mixing it with sand and water to render it impotent.

Oh how his spirit roared. He felt lionized. As though he could fight besides the giant himself and emerge unscathed. Perhaps it was his early drinking emboldening him, or maybe it was the pride of his heroic deeds banishing away his fears.

Cao Yunru did not know, and had not the time to dwell on such questions that could be answered after his work was done
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Your growled your fury towards the prince and his steed, standing between him and the little girl he had been tracking. His lover clung to his back, wailing and shrieking, driven mad with fear by the mere sight of you. The prince himself struggled against his mount, as it stood slack jawed and stunned.

A glint of intelligence burned within his eyes, the man he once was resurfacing as the child behind you cried out a single word. One that nearly broke your heart.

"Father!" She wailed, clinging to you arm "Father! its me! its me! your daughter. Do you not remember your child?! Do you not remember yourself. Wake up! Please wake up!"
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>>4714980

You locked eyes with the twisted man, and felt his pain, fighting against the aggression fed by the drugs and chemicals pumping through your veins.

You stood firm shielding his child from harm, both from him and his cruel master, who whipped his back and pulled on the chains that bound him, shouting and cursing in impotent rage.

The man creature pleaded for mercy, for release, for the strength to fight against the will that suppressed his own. His heart begged not to be forced to commit to crime of kinslaying, to not be forced to brutalize his own child. The love only a father could hold. It resonated with you deeply. The urge to protect the young and helpless, to guard them from the horrors of the world.

It was a pain you knew all to well, to see those who are the most innocent and pure of heart mistreated and abused, starved and injured, abandoned to the cruel world without a guardian or home. How such transgressions enraged you, how deeply they saddened you.

You cannot allow a father to be forced by another to kill or even simply harm his own child. It would be painful, but he must be stopped, even you must fight him off in front of his own daughter. Then some strange occurs

The formed man pauses, as you move to attack. Intelligence fills his beady eyes, as if seeing a kindred spirit, a man protecting his daughter had allowed him to claw his way free of the prison of his mind and awaken once more. Or more likely, hearing his daughter cry gave him the strength to fight back against his shackles and free himself.

The prince raises his pistol, to put down his disobedient steed, eyes wild with terror. You turn your back to him to shield the little girl's eyes. With a scream of rage, her father rises to his feet, and throws his captor from his back alongside his paramour.

"He's heard you, little one" You say simply, with a soft tone to comfort the child still so terrified that every part of her is shaking. Whimpering, she tries to brush away the tears streaming across her cheeks "A father can never stomach the sight of his child crying, you saved his soul. Be proud of this"

You spoke, not only to sooth he fears, but also to drown out the sounds of her mutated parent ripping his oppressor apart with his bare hands. A shot rang out, but the girl's father did not slow his assault. Flesh was torn, bones were broken. The fifth prince was soon a corpse, finally dying after his former steed gripped him by the leg and began to beat him upon the ground like a mountain ape would its prey.

With a bellow of incandescent rage, the mangled remains were tossed aside. And the man fell back to his knuckles, unable to stand any longer, wheezing and huffing as he stooped to the ground.

His eyes began to flutter, as his grossly enlarged body expended itself. With a final groan, he collapsed exhausted, his body covered in lashes.
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>>4714981

His daughter ran to his side. He lifted his head and sighed. His eyes met yours before they closed. They were peaceful and filled with gratitude.

The prince's lover was still alive, kneeling by his mutilated remains, more a pile of splintered bones and torn flesh than a corpse. Wailing, crying, clawing at his own face tearing it apart into bloody ribbons. With a single look, you saw the blackness of his heart, hidden behind a veneer of gentle manner.

Without speaking, you secured a noose to his neck and looped its rope over a branch. He realized was was happening, as you gripped the end of it.

He was unable to cry out or speak as you tightened the rope and pulled him up into the air, snapping his neck instantly. As his head fell limp to his shoulder, You spoke your judgement and allowed him to follow.

Taking one last look at the father and daughter, you smiled as the confused little girl waved goodbye. her father touched her hair, struggling to speak to her, a weak smile on his distended lips.

Perhaps there would be a means to cure him and his fellows and return them to their natural forms. He at least, has remained a man despite being forced to live as a beast. She shall be safe with him.

If you had not stopped his charge when you caught the prince, would his instincts have halted his attacked? would he have heard his daughter? You shake your head, there's no need to ponder such upsetting possibilities while there is still work yet to be done. Perhaps, he would have remembered, perhaps he wouldn't have. Either way, you would have not allowed him to hurt his daughter.

While you had no expected him to rebel against his master, it was a welcome surprise. It would've been a terrible tragedy if you were made to kill a father before his own daughter, when his will was not his own. You are grateful to not have to commit such a cruel act.

Leaving the forest, you pause to check each of the men once ridden as beasts, breaking the vials and cutting the tubes on their backs to halt the flow of the chemicals that turned them to beasts. Perhaps, they'll awaken as well. Perhaps not. If they remain as beasts, you shall return to give them a merciful end.

The third palace is as easily scaled as the first. It would seem as thought its inhabitants have gone elsewhere and abandoned it for the time being, as you see and hear no signs of their debauchery. It is empty, except for servants and slaves, toiling to keep it clean.

When you reach its roof, you see the reason. There's a celebration occurring in the next portion of the palace grounds, which is entirely paved over with white stone and almost seems to be a city itself, lined with carpets and furs. Towers and smaller buildings stand, above ground cellars and kitchens, and private rooms seemingly pulled from larger buildings and placed alone upon the field of stone and fur.
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>>4714983

It is lit with a web of lanterns, and discordant and displeasing music rises from beneath their light, joined by screams of agony and pleasure. Doubtlessly, the forth prince is among the revelers. The scene is one of utter chaos. You cannot tell if the people below are dancing or if they are battling against each other. Perhaps they are doing both. It is like the "festivities" of Gao palace, expanded by a hundred fold.

Passing by this horde of celebrants will be a most difficult trial.

How shall you proceed forward, Lieren?
>You became quite adept at moving through a crowd at Gao's palace. Attempt to simply cross the courtyard unseen.
>Cut the lanterns down. Considering the amount of oils and liquor spilt by this raucous party, it shall cause a rather large fire but one contained within this layer of the palace. The confusion should allow you to pass by unseen.
>Have a servant spread a rumor through the party that one of the other princes mean to attack the celebration, so it'll move indoors to the forth prince's palace. Where you shall be waiting.
>There must be tunnels beneath this courtyard, used by servants to move ingredients into the kitchen's and cellars. Find it and leave the revelers to their depravity
>Write in?
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>>4714985
>Cut the lanterns down. Considering the amount of oils and liquor spilt by this raucous party, it shall cause a rather large fire but one contained within this layer of the palace. The confusion should allow you to pass by unseen.

>Write in
In the chaos see the Prince is doused in booze from above and that he burns to, with all within him and now outside he shall burn quickly and none will be able to identify the body for a little bit buying us a little more time
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>>4714985
At least this prince and his consort had the decency to at least mimic genuine affections.

I'll support >>4714989 but add Starting the rumour. It'll cover our tracks.
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>>4714989
>>4714990
+2

>>4714985
Find a scared but noble soul among the servants.
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>>4714985
>Cut the lanterns down. Considering the amount of oils and liquor spilt by this raucous party, it shall cause a rather large fire but one contained within this layer of the palace. The confusion should allow you to pass by unseen.
>There must be tunnels beneath this courtyard, used by servants to move ingredients into the kitchen's and cellars. Find it and leave the revelers to their depravity
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>>4714923
Theres also the fact that lieren would happily gather a band of arstartes to go down to lend his aid to his brother rather than fathers way of just teleporting him up.
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>>4714989
I’ll support it.

May I say that I’m interested in how Lieren’s followers are taking the revelation that the Yan are using sorcery and that Lieren literally calls it such.
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>>4714990
>>4714989

Support good idea.
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>>4714989
>>4714990
Supporting
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>>4714989
>>4714990
support
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>>4714990
>>4714989
Supporting
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>>4714985
>Cut the lanterns down. Considering the amount of oils and liquor spilt by this raucous party, it shall cause a rather large fire but one contained within this layer of the palace. The confusion should allow you to pass by unseen.

Let's continue the theme of killing them with their own excesses.
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>>4714985
>>Cut the lanterns down. Considering the amount of oils and liquor spilt by this raucous party, it shall cause a rather large fire but one contained within this layer of the palace. The confusion should allow you to pass by unseen.
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>>4715009
Support
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>>4714985
>>Cut the lanterns down. Considering the amount of oils and liquor spilt by this raucous party, it shall cause a rather large fire but one contained within this layer of the palace. The confusion should allow you to pass by unseen.
>>There must be tunnels beneath this courtyard, used by servants to move ingredients into the kitchen's and cellars. Find it and leave the revelers to their depravity
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>>4714989

Supporting. Lo! Let us destroy these sick men with ironic, fitting punishment!
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>>4714989
+1

Man, this was a good one. Not many quests let you LITERALLY Hang slaaneshi scum.
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Now that I think of it Lieren might get along pretty well with the assassins.
>>4715782
How about Slaanesh getting deleted from the universe?
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>>4715810
not unless we genocide every Eldar
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>>4715836
Meant this.
http://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/34259772/#34269550
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>>4715845
damn, deep cut
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>>4714985
Supporting >>4714989 & >>4714990
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>>4714985
>Have a servant spread a rumor through the party that one of the other princes mean to attack the celebration, so it'll move indoors to the forth prince's palace. Where you shall be waiting.
Wouldn't starting a fire there mosty kill the poor slaves being tortured? Also
>Mingyu said, tracing his fingers towards Bao's legs and grain
truly the height of debauchery, stuffing your pants with grain.
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>>4715980
I'm not even sure it's a typo at this point. It could very well just be another oddly specific fetish.
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>>4716012
With Slaanesh worshipers be ready for everything. It sounds like the opposite of that eating food on top of women thing. You instead put food in your clothes.
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I've been playing/focusing on this to much a dream came to me of a possible distant future for our boy.

>Emps rocks up to pick up Angron
>Canon happens and he returns empty handed
>Lieren see's this and for the first time disobeys his Celestial Father
>He and a few more brotherhood bound Primarch all teleport down
>They save their new brothers family knowing their worth
>They return to accept their punishment
>Angron knows he does indeed have Brothers
>Despite their extreme differences they understand comradery
>Become another little sub group of primarch like "The Dauntless Few" coined by Roboute Guilliman
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>>4716156
If the opportunity arises anon, though that seems like something in character for lieren as of now
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>>4716156
If the rediscovery order remains unchanged from canon, we'd have fifteen of our brothers to choose from. Between everyone but Corvus, the Eleventh, and the Twins if the Alpharius novel is a lie as it says it is, who do you think would come with us?
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>>4716187
Curvus. Down with the tyrants!
If we do jump down to aid Angron, I think we should grab a combat shield for Angry Ron. I like to think the symbolism of him trading an axe for a shield would be nice.
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>>4716203
Corvus is one of the exceptions, Anon. Canonically, he was discovered 18th, right after Angron.
I can see Morty helping out, he lead a similar revolution against the Overlords. Sanguinus and Vulkan would probably come, because they're both swell guys. Dorn and Rabies Gargantuan wouldn't want to break Dad's rules, neither would Lorgar, Horus, Perty, or Russ. Everyone else is up in the air.
And I do like the shield/sword idea. There's art of Angron in the arena with a gladius. Maybe work that angle a little more? War Hounds might be renamed Chain Breakers or something if anything like this actually happens.
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>>4716209
I had in mind him not being a dual chain axe wielding manic in favor for someone who can protect as much as he can harm. Ya know, shields protect, axes/swords to strike down your foes.
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>>4716218
Makes sense if he winds up more mellow in this timeline. Whether that's because he's found earlier, or doesn't hate Big E so much, or gets the nails removed, there are a lot of options.
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>>4716156
If Lieren is aware of the situation with Angron's doomed rebellion, you bet your ass we're gonna disobey any orders to not interfere.
I can imagine Vulkan and Sanguinius would definitely tag along, and maybe Perturabo if we form an especially strong bond with him.
Also what this guy >>4716203 said.
A proper shield would be a perfect compliment to Angron's prodigious offensive capabilities.
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>Lieren goes about doing his thing
>Divide starting to grow among the legions
>Some see Emps as a olden Tyrant
>Others unsure
>Wolves and more are unleashed upon the 2nd
>Canon occurs as planned
>All the words about the lost 2nd primarch come true
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>"The second and eleventh plinths had been vacant for a long time. No one ever spoke of those two absent brothers. Their separate tragedies had seemed like aberrations. Had they, in fact, been warnings that no one had heeded?"- Dorn
Lieren's warnings about their father being a Tyrant and turning his own sons against him being the warning none heeded
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>"Brother," said Magnus, ignoring Mortarion's words. "A great day is it not? Nine sons of the Emperor gathered together on one world, such a thing has not happened since..."
>"I know well when it was, Magnus," said Mortarion, his voice robust and resolute in contrast to his pallid features. "And the Emperor forbade us to speak of it again. Do you disobey that command?"
Magnus remembering when we gathered the Bro Primarch together for a chat with dad
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>"I fear the Emperor will break the Word Bearers -- and break me. We would be cast alongside the brothers we no longer speak of."- Lorgar,
Lieren defied father to many times
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(Emperor) "You and your brothers were taken from me by denizens of the Warp before you were ready."

"Brothers?" Corvus was excited by the prospect, pushing aside the questions that the Emperor's answer had prompted. Though he had made many friends amongst the prisoners of Lycaeus, always Corvus had been aware of his otherness, and when they had started to call him Saviour any hope of normal relationships had ended. That there were others like him filled Corvus with hope again.

"Yes, you have brothers," said the Emperor, smiling at His son's delight.

"Seventeen of them. You are the primarchs, my finest creations."

"Seventeen?" Corvus asked, confused."I remember that I was number nineteen. How can that be so?"

The Emperor's expression grew bleak, filled with deep sorrow. He looked away as he replied.

"The other two." He said. "That is a conversation for another day."

^ this could be seen as more fucked up cos the sad face is the one Lieren would wear
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>>4716246
The fact that Lieren's compassion and anguish can get the better of him do remind me of the Emperor.
Granted, that's a part of him I'm sure he's not thrilled to see one of his children inherited.
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>>4716246
I think dear dad could forgive Lieren if he makes him an emperor tier horse
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>>4716381
We can't smooth over all our problems with free horses, even if Cui Fu's steed is very impressive.
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>>4716396
If mutant horses haven’t solved your problem, you haven’t applied enough of them.
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>Aftermath (Fan Omake for back on Terra regarding the 2nd Legion) [Pardon my shitty grammer]

Cordus looked over the jagged wasted and burnt techno spires of Terra his heart heavy. So many lives had been lost to hold this line, he felt a hand upon his shoulder making him slowly turn to his brother Varku.

“It's time brother” Varku informed his comrade.

“Very well, sound the horn” his reply was tired but determined.

The two Astartes walked in silence down the dune coming back to their force which had just finished building the pyres for the dead both human and Space Marine whom had fought and died together to hold the lab.

Varku reached to his side and took out a delicate horn with one hand while his other held his removed helmet. He inhaled and blew into the instrument a roar sounding across the quiet wastes of mankind's crib, once, twice, thrice.

Those living stood at attention as Cordus took out a list of names, the names of the dead. He read them slowly for each name fists bumped chests echoing into the coming night as the sun set, long he spoke of the fallen until finally he closed the book to speak his final words as the pyres were lit.

“Though our brothers and sisters no longer walk with us in this life, their will remains. Though we may not see them again their courage will warm us. When we feel at our lowest we will remember their sacrifice and know that true virtue is; holding the line with your comrades, sharing a drink, celebrating and mourning together. Farewell friends old and new, until we meet again”

The army stood at ease for a time as the funeral fires burned cinders wisping into the sky, from a cliff above two men watched one leaning upon a staff the other a giant.

“Do you think they take after him?” the smaller of the men asked his companion

The giant did not answer and after a few moments silence turned away with a furrowed brow leaving the other alone still looking over the scene

“I'd like to think so” he said with a small smile.
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>>4716246
This quest will not end up as it did in canon and the fact that anons keep thinking that it will is disturbing.
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>>4716449
t. Jaghatai
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>>4716605
The way I see it(though obviously I don't know if it will be this way) is that it will be like those video games with multiple endings. Depending on our actions, we'll get the bad, regular, good or best/secret ending with the bad ending being that even though this is an alternate timeline, the story still ends up the same with Lieren being purged.
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>>4716449
Exactly

>>4716515
Good shit Senpai
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>>4716661
that implies that the HH will still happen and all our actions will mean nothing. and that our change of home world would matter not in the grand scheme of chaos true rule that is cannon that can never change.

I for one wish to not let that happen in this quest and for Lieren to not be purge and redacted.
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>>4716680
>hat implies that the HH will still happen and all our actions will mean nothing.
Ehh...I feel like the Horus Heresy is doomed to happen, not because our actions wouldn't matter but because the primarchs are who they are. No matter how kind we are, Magnus will still play with fire and get himself burned, and if we try to "Help" Perturabo he'll just double down on his autism, because that's just what they are.
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>>4716680
Which is why I consider it the bad ending. The rest of the endings obviously become better and better if we can get them.
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>>4716686
>and if we try to "Help" Perturabo he'll just double down on his autism, because that's just what they are.
Agreed. Perty was a jealous little shit from the start. I think the only primarch we could truly save is Angron because the nature of his rage is largely out of his control thanks to the Nails. If we somehow help at Nuceria and save his pals then we could alter the course of history for him. And hey, having a primarch who in terms of 1v1 prowess exceeds even Russ would be a serious game changer.
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Reminder that the 2nd Primarch got purged because of Rangdan Xenocides.
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>>4716698
Well, there's also Fulgrim with his Laer Blade, though there seems to be those books where they say that Fulgrim did, in fact, shoo away the daemon but decided he enjoyed being a fucktard from the start
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>>4716716
Maybe? I mean, we know that at least one of the lost primarchs got purged because of Rangdan, it could very well be the 11th.
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>>4716680
It should be easy. We just have to not be GW levels of retarded.
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>>4716783
considering the average anon on 4chan...not a hard feat to do.
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Calling the vote now

Cut down the lanterns, start a fire: 15
Douse the prince in a particularly potent brew, ensuring the flames claim him as well, quickly:11
Have a virtuous servant start a rumour to cover your passing: 8
Use the tunnels beneath the courtyard to simply Circumvent the obstacle posed by the celebration:3

Total votes 17

So Lieren shall light up the party, and ensure the fourth princes burns brighter than most, after having a servant of noble heart and virtuous soul spread a rumor that the chaos is caused by one of the other princes, thus covering his tracks and potential igniting a familial conflict alongside several of the revelers.

Writing now


>>4715019
Well you won't have to wait long to see

>>4716246
Lieren is a different man from Canon 2nd, but we'll see how things will go.

>>4716515
That made me tear up a bit. Good work. Especially like the bit at the end of Big E and Malcador

>>4716156
That'd be pretty cool

>>4715980
>>4716012
Hehehe

>>4715782
glad you enjoyed it
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>>4716698
I think that saving Angron means exchanging him for Russ becoming the traitor, or something like that.

>>4714985
>Cut the lanterns down
>Spread a rumour that it was the doing of the second prince.
>Watch for the fourth prince's entourage and intercept them while they relocate.
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>>4716802
Who knows anon maybe we are the warmaster
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>>4716802
Khorne isn't picky when it comes to champions, I can see him going for Angron, Leman, Curze, or Sanguinius. Maybe Lion too.
>>4716807
I don't think Lieren would make a good warmaster, nor do I think he'd desire the position. Sanguinius was the best choice imo.
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>>4716811
I mean, that whole thing with Ka'Bandha during the Heresy WAS Khorne trying for hawkboi and his Legion. And got pretty royally rejected.
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>>4716857
Khorne already had a champion in Angron though, so Young Robert Plant was just gravy. Very good gravy, but gravy nonetheless. If he was denied Angron, maybe he'd put in more effort into corrupting Sanguinius. After he got Mortarion, Nurgle sent a daemon Marine to pitch his schtick to Perturabo. Perturabo crushed that fucker with Forgebreaker, because the daemon essentially said "Hey, you should join Nurgle, he's better than any father figure you've ever had" and nothing else. Same level of effort.
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The flames dancing within the paper and silken lanterns, that banish away the fog and dark of the night alike, catch your attention as you ponder how to bypass the obstacle presented to you by the horde of reveling fools. The fire, lit by oil and resin soaked wicks of wool, flickers and dances above the ignorant mass the seethes and surges beneath it. A canopy of flame, above a sea of propellant. Oil doused flesh, strong alcohol spilt and regurgitated upon the courtyard, soaking into the dress and regalia of the nobility who thoughtlessly dance and indulge beneath waves of fire held up only rope and chain. Ignorant of the danger posed by the illumination hanging above their heads.

All it would take to turn the celebration into an inferno is a few ropes unwinding or a number of chains snapping. And then, the courtyard of stone and furs would be set ablaze. The chaos spawned would be a near perfect distraction, one that would almost certainly allow you to reach the fifth wall unnoticed and unmolested. However, it would be foolish to trust fire to react as you wished. A crude instrument indeed, and among the guilty and unrepentant, there's still suffered innocent souls undeserving of such a torturous end.

Precision and caution must be taken, and utilized to prevent the entirety of the courtyard from being consumed in the storm of fire to come. The lanterns that will be made to fall must be a suitable distance away from the collection of tortured prisoners and flocks of servants banded together to more safely traverse the sea of flesh whose desire and whim they both tend to and are at the mercy of.

And even with every precaution taken, there will still be the danger of the flames spreading to these designated safe harbors of innocence. Whether it will be carried by wind, unseen fuel or the nobility themselves seeking to escape its embraced, it is an unavoidable fact that the fire shall spread. So you must proceed with this plan with utmost and extreme caution. Another failsafe must be employed to ensure the absolute minimum of unnecessary death. This is another quandary, a most troublesome one.

For fire cannot be tamed by any natural means, and even if you were trained in sorcerous arts you'd hesitate to utilize them in a place as sufficed with foulness and sin as the Celestial Incarnation Palace is.

The waterlogged and mud soaked tail bound to your hip thrashes violently as that particular thought crosses your minds, as if it were throwing a tantrum.

However its outburst does give you an idea, and plan to both spread a warning to the servants toiling upon the field of stone and ensure the spread of further havoc among the Yan court, while conveniently covering your own presence and passing.

Grinning both mischievously and maliciously, you turn on your heels to carry out this latest plot.
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>>4716971

For surely one among the servants that tend to the forth palace will be of noble soul and virtuous heart and more importantly be willing to aid in bringing your scheme to fruition.
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Jinhai's head ached from the sheer weight of the rage screaming within him. It was unusual for him to be driven to such emotional heights, but the revelation brought about by Lieren's missive where grave enough to inspire such wild passion within his usually serene and utterly tempered mind. He kept it well hidden, of course. He had after all, learned from his brother how best to calm ones own mind.

But he still felt a burning urge to scream and charge to his side, as did all who had read the message or heard its contents spoken. The secret had spread like wild fire among the officers of the liberation army, and flowed down towards the ears of respected soldiers and aides as well. If action was not taken quickly and decisively, much of the army may begin the what would hopefully be the final battle of the war before it was prepared to.

Feng stood beside Jinhai, silent and glowering. Behind him stood the other men honored to hold membership of that most prestigious of bands, the brothers of panthers. They were invited to join the discussion between generals, to weigh their own opinions of the tactics to be employed and the actions to be taken. Beyond them were the Vishnu, headed by the man Jinhai had learned was called Aruna, who painted himself like a walking yet colorful corpse. He often wondered if such coloration was meant to serve as a warning, as it often did in nature.

However, his wandering mind was set back on course as Lai Song riled the ever burning hearts of the wild men with a call to charge ahead to achieve victory decisively, so they may join Lieren at the capital as quickly as possible to prevent uncessary hardship or worse, a most grave tragedy.

Jinhai knew such a tactic would be devastating. He had often watched the fog shrouded horizon, and understood somewhat what the old fox Yan Zihao was planning. Trenches had been dug under cover of night and fog, alongside numerous reinforcements and defenses. Easily shattered by artillery of course, by the Lai riders and Vishnu screamers would be ensnared by such fortifications which would in turn render artillery useless by the danger of striking their own men.

And that did not even account for the ever burning fires that lit the Yan and northern Yin's camp. Which many now feared were part of some devilish magical ritual, the superstitious Vishnu especially. The one dressed in feathers had, apparently, made quite the speech of driving the "foul sorcerers" to the very edge of the earth, which according to the few translators that could be found awake as such an hour, all but one of the Vishnu chiefs agreed to.
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>>4716973

Dai Niu and his sons, had instead argued a much more cautious approach, and urged Daiyu to hold the army in the current position until the exact capability of the Yan forces could be determined.

Which no one openly agreed to, being driven by passion and fear rather than could logic.

In fact, many of the advisors and generals had to be allowed time to calm themselves in anyway they could, to uncloud their minds before they were driven by such emotions to commit grave mistakes or missteps upon the field of war. Many had chosen to meditate upon the journey, some simply because Yin Lei had all but thrown the book at them to keep them from arguing and disrupting the debate between tacticians and worry any further than they already had.

Jinhai himself, wasn't sure what to advise. After all, he had never seen anything he consider the product of sorcery. He had seen things that by all means should be improbable, if not simply impossible, such as the sheer size of his dear mentor and friend or the firearms he had invented. Both would seem unbelievable to him, but he knew well how both functioned and existed now. Spells and the like, was something he had no experience with. If he could watch a sorcerer to work, he may have been able to understand it, but as it stood it presented an unknown variable and risk he could not prepare to defend against.

This inexperience he realized as a warrior could become deadly. But Lord Dai Niu's position was also far too passive, as the tactics argued by Lai Song and the Vishnu were far too aggressive. A middle ground must be found, a balance must be struck.

Jinhai wished he had the oratory skill of Lieren, that he could weave with silvered tongue and honeyed words a undefeatable plan of attack hidden in the form of a rousing call to arms. But sadly, he did not possess such talents.

Poor Daiyu was clearly as lost as Jinhai was, beset on all sides by opposing voices and opinions. The stress she now endured was clear in her eyes, if she did not make a decision soon, her will may break and then...the battle would inevitably end in disaster. For while many would be happy to see the gentle yet bold lady removed from her position as acting general, many would also balk at the idea of going against Lieren's wishes, if not out of sheer respect for their leader than out of fear of going against his wisdom and falling to ruin because of it.

"We cannot merely sit in the camp and allow the Old fox to weave spells or called upon devils, we cannot charge forward carelessly" Daiyu said at last, regaining her composure as she lifted her head high and stood from her seat "Yin Lei, Jinhai, I am in need of your consul, for if there are any among us equal to Yan Zihao's or even benevolent Lieren's intellect, they certainly would be the two of you. I require your assistance, in moving forward, to determine which actions are wise to take and to refine the tactics I choose to employ"
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>>4716975

"I agree wholeheartedly with General Daiyu, if we stew in our own minds, our emotions shall reign and lead us to catastrophe" Yin Lei said sternly, to silence any opposition to Daiyu's decision preemptively "Though sorcery is something I must admit I have no knowledge of, even when applied to the battlefield, Jinhai, you've traveled far with Lieren, tell me, has he revealed onto you the secrets of anything of this nature"

Jinhai shook his head solemnly

"He shared with me once wisdom, but he never spoke of sorcery. Were the letter written by any other hand, I'd be skeptical of its contents, but so with Lieren. He would not lie or make a jest out of such a grave matter" He said in reply, struggling to speak calmly as he imagined the coming battle in vivid, and terrifying detail. But he maintained his composure and calm.

Then Feng rose from his seat and spoke out of turn.

"May this humble hunter be so bold as to suggest a course of action to the general and her advisors?" He asked quietly, in a tone Jinhai had never heard the scar covered hunter use before.

"Speak openly, son of nothing" Daiyu said with out hesitation "but do not waste our time, for it is not on our side. We must act quickly, yet wisely if we are to achieve victory against the Old fox, every second wasted pulls victory further from our grasp"

Jinhai met Feng's gaze the moment before he shut them, and saw a familiar wisdom swimming beneath.

"My lords, we are facing a fellow predator, a cunning quarry. Yan Zihao has studied our tactics and movements at a distance through some means we are unable to understand. Like an aged panther, he will have prepared for us to act as he thinks we are inclined to. Brother Jinhai, you are a master of the unexpected. Yin Lei, with all respect, out of all of us, you are the one whose tactical mind he will have the most familiarity with" Feng spoke calmly, never raising his voice or shouting, simply speaking cordially and gently to the audience before him "Lardy Daiyu, I would suggest that Jinhai is taken as close to the line as is safe, so he may properly find a chink in the foxes armor, that you may exploit. The Old fox Knows our ways, but he does not know the ways of the panther's brothers. Give me and my kin this responsibility, and we shall not fail to return the carp son alive and informed of the exact capabilities of the Yan and Yin armies"

Daiyu paused for a moment, looking to Jinhai with a sour, concerned look. Jinhai nodded silently. He trusted Feng and the brothers near as much as he did Lieren himself.

"I shall entrust this duty, to you and your band, Feng of Nothing. Do not fail us. Jinhai is a irreplaceable resource to us" She said, raising her voice and tone to properly convey the gravity of the mission Feng had asked to be given.

"Brothers never abandon each other, upon my name and life, Jinhai will return safely!" the hunter proclaimed, to the shouts and cheers of all of his fellows
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>>4716976

Manu, the wisest of the Vishnu chiefs, whispered to his fellows, and they quickly conversed with eachother.

"Aruna the mighty shall come also" The skull faced warrior snorted in rough Yan

"Kamakshi the serene will protect carp boy as well" The taller of the two woman said proudly, in slightly better Yan.

"Akanksha the wild will come to to!" the youngest of them chirped, moving to flap her "wings" as all the room averted their

"RUDRA THE BLOODY WILL FIGHT!" the largest of them with the single strip of hair upon his head bellowed

Jinhai laughed nervously, and clapped his hands.

"Such valorous guardians, for once I shall be the one guarded. I could ask for no better protector than the brothers of the panthers!" He replied proudly and confidently "And the Vishnu's confidence has truly...bolstered my spirits"

"Yes yes!" Akanksha chirped, probably not understanding a word he said.

With some apprehension, the rest of the officers offered their own agreement and well wishes, a few even venturing to offer their own blades to guard Jinhai. But unlike the Vishnu, Feng politely refused their help.

The hunter must see the wild men as kindred spirits.
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Fa was sure the courts themselves had answered his prayers, for before him stood their valiant son, their will incarnate. Lieren the rebel, Lieren the indomitable, Lieren the builder, Lieren the wise, Lieren the benevolent, Lieren the hunter. At first he thought he was a dream or illusion of hope brought about the despair that settled in the young man's heart. With his twisted leg, he was unfit to serve in the tyrants army, and so was brought to their palace as a slave.

Where he met with an old monk with the most brilliant blue eyes, as youthful as a ne born's, who appeared to him in his dreams and spoke to him of Lieren and the truth of his Journey and its message. He had thought such spiritual meeting to be but a derangement of the mind, brought upon by the suffering he witnessed and pain endured by his own kin. But now he knew it to be no delusion. For, here stood the Giant before him with eyes as gentle as the old man in his dreams had said, so benevolent and kind. And he had asked him to help him in his efforts to free the others taken as prisoner or laborers.

Fa stood frozen with Awe, as the leader of the rebellion explained his plan to him in detail, so vividly that a man as dull as Fa could envision it clearly in his mind as if it were actually occurring before his eyes, as he watched himself move through the crowd as a disembodied observer.

"Oh virtuous Fa, I must rely on you to deliver a message two fold. One that shall be the salvation of those who are truly noble and those who have endured such torments for the delight of their oppressors, and one to turn the attention of those very same tyrants away from my passage and turn their aggression and fear inwards, to shroud my movements deeper into the palace" The giant said, with a voice of utter calm,
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>>4716978

as gentle as a summer's breeze across a quiet lake

"It will be a dangerous duty, doubtlessly, but if you are willing to undertake it, you shall be the savior of many lives as well as become the doom for many tyrants. Fa, will you take this weight upon your shoulders, not for my sake, but for the sake of the innocent and good"

There was only one way Fa could react to such a request.

"I shall, I shall, I shall!" He chanted, pressing his hands together as if in prayer before shaking them in the air, as the old monk had done in his dreams.

The giant looked at him confused for but a splinter of a moment, before nodding

"Then I shall entrust it to you. May you fulfill this duty unharmed and live to see the coming dawn" He said with a smirk upon his lips
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Yan Jie was confused. there was some kind of an uproar traveling ever closer to the couch he languished upon, heavy in his drink and dazed by the narcotic smoke filling the air. He couldn't see through the cloud of smoke. But there was much screaming, and not the joyous kind. He had requested a number of prisoners to accompany the music of the entertainers, but they were some distance from his platform. For if the torturers got blood upon his robes, he would have been most displeased, and he would be utterly enraged if the contemptible, living instruments soiled themselves while they were "Played". No matter, it was probably some rowdy guest initiating a most barbaric brawl, or a servant with particularly strong lungs being honored by the "touch" of one of his court. Nothing worth rising from his couch, certainly

Returning to his pitcher of wine, A vintage produced by the extinct He line. It was one of the last casks produced by the vineyard lord before the giant so thoughtlessly ended his life, and deprived the world of this drinkable treasure, Prince Jie continued to lay motionless, plum hued waters of life coursing pass his lips and washing against his reddened cheek, as his numerous wives petted him and offered various delights of both the flesh and palate.

It was only when the screams grew closer, and the air began to heat, that Yan Jie realized what had caused such an uncalled for Ruckus.

Fire! Fire! He was surround by a raging inferno! and the screams of his guests as they were lit aflame and consumed by the firestorm that had seemingly come from nothing. Screams of anguish, of fear mingled with the wails of those who accepted their dreadful fate. He blinked, laying against the chest of his plumpest wife.

"Heeeeh" He chuckled, sipping his wine again. Nothing to be concerned about. One of his standing could not die from something as low as an accidental fire, and seeing all the colorful, burning silks roasting his guests alive was quite entertaining in its own right. Besides, he stood upon a raised platform made of metals and carved stone, he was safe where he lay. No reason to panic and ruin a most delightful night.
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>>4716980

The fires however grew closer, and the prince began to worry as sweated beaded across his face and body.

Blinking again, he tried to rise, to shout orders to end this foolishness and command the merriment to start again. After all, how hard would it be to smother a simple flame? All those who had become naught by burnt meat and bones were imbeciles to die to something as harmless as fire. At least this surprise show had the benefit of culling a few stunted branches of nobility, but it was no longer entertaining.

Jie stumbled, grunting in confusion as his wives did not help him to his feet, and turned back to find they had vanished. How curious, he could've sworn they were by his side moments ago.

Well no matter, the prince could simply beat some bravery into his cowardly wives after the party calmed down a little. Maybe he could make a game out of it.

Giggling to himself, he rose to his feet

"Oh" He sighed, seeing the fire had blocked off the stairs leading down his platform, and now surround it entirely "Well then"

Snorting, he crawled his way back to his couch, and fumbled to pour himself another glass of wine to wait for the blaze to subside a little so he may find some one to blame for ruining his festival.

After all, he was to important to die to something as ignominious as burning alive. And he was safe upon his raised platform, comfortable in his couch, and enjoying his wine. Nothing could go wrong in this world.

"You drunken buffoon" Huli jing's voice rang in his skull, speaking in a most scathing of tones "However, I am most impressed that a mortal such as yourself could indulge so thoughtlessly as to ignore his own impeding demise"

"Huli jing?" Jie asked the fire surrounding, him, rolling off his couch in surprise, just in time to see a two golden eyes staring down at him, their owner lit brightly by the walls of fire that danced around the two of them "Wait, a moment, you're not her? What manner of trickery is this?!"

The silent visitor simply shook his head, before lifting Yan Jie to his feet.

"Unhand me! I don't remember inviting a man of your stature to my party! Why are you here huh!? think you can barge into any festival you like?! Wait until the guards come to retrieve me then...then you'll be" Yan Jie raged, as the man poured a fish smelling, and bitter tasting liquor across body "Hey now, If this is a gift, there'd be better times to give it! We're surrounded by fire you now?! That's very dangerous!"

The giant guest sighed heavily, and suddenly Yan Jie was flying through the air. A most exhilarating sensation. Laughing, he realized quickly he had been tossed into the fire, but his flesh ignited and burned so quickly and ferociously, he was not able to scream before his brain boiled inside his own skull
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Cleansing your hands with water, you starred at the rapidly charring corpse of the fourth Yan Prince.
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>>4716982

"I mean no disrespect to the dead, but I am quite certain you were the stupidest man I have ever killed by a rather wider margin" You say plainly, before reaching up to grab onto the chain you had used to reach this platform in the first place, to crawl away from the inferno that surrounded you now.

Wiping the sweat away from your brow with your other hand, you set out to reach the fifth gate, as the corpses of hundreds of tyrannical and depraved nobles burned beneath you.

By time you reach the fifth wall, it becomes obvious that the servant Fa had suceed magnificantly in the task you entrusted to him. For all along the wall and within the third prince's palace, a battle was being waged between two small armies dressed in the same colors. It was utter pandemonium.

Luckily, the man with a malformed leg, had understood that you had already dealt with the forth prince' younger brothers, and pinned the fire on the third. While it was dreadful for brothers to fight against brothers, you would shed no tears for this prince who has been wrongfully accused of kin slaying.

There were other more pressing matters ahead after all. Namely, the realm of the twin princes, the last two standing before their father's sanctuary and the evil spirit that stood at his side. Their portion of the palace was strangely serene. Fountains and streams and gardens unmarred by the usual excess and cruelty of the foxes. But it was constructed of strange material, glass and crystals, dappled and spotted gems unknown to your eyes. Foxes frolicked in the white grasses beneath, acompanined by birds that looked like thin cliff jumpers. Man made water falls descended from the Fifth and last walls, feeding into streams of water so pure, you could see right through it.

How do you move forward, Lieren?
>Ensure the third prince dies in the battle being waged in his palace, by infiltrating his quarters, where he no doubt hides
>Utilize the battle occurring around you, by firing a shot into the twin prince's palace. It'll be hard for them to ignore a war being raged at their door, and with the current confusion, you may be able to fell the remaining three princes with the Yan's own army.
> Cautiously make your way through the strange garden, on alert for ambushes or traps.
>Boldly walk across the gardens to the sixth and final wall, preparing yourself mentally for the battle to come
>Write in?
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>>4716986
>>Ensure the third prince dies in the battle being waged in his palace, by infiltrating his quarters, where he no doubt hides
>> Cautiously make your way through the strange garden, on alert for ambushes or traps.
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>>4716986
>Cautiously make your way through the garden, prepared for ambushes.
>Enure the prince is dead.

We don't have much time, but I can barely hold myself back from advocating his death.
But good lord man, Jie was a fucking riot and that death was comical. Also
>consumed by the firestorm that had seemingly come from nothing.
And
>"I mean no disrespect to the dead, but I am quite certain you were the stupidest man I have ever killed by a rather wider margin"
Had me gasping for breath with laughter.
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>>Ensure the third prince dies in the battle being waged in his palace, by infiltrating his quarters, where he no doubt hides
>> Cautiously make your way through the strange garden, on alert for ambushes or traps.
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>>4716986
>Ensure the third prince dies in the battle being waged in his palace, by infiltrating his quarters, where he no doubt hides
> Cautiously make your way through the strange garden, on alert for ambushes or traps.
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>>4716986
>Utilize the battle occurring around you, by firing a shot into the twin prince's palace. It'll be hard for them to ignore a war being raged at their door, and with the current confusion, you may be able to fell the remaining three princes with the Yan's own army.
>Ensure the third prince dies in the battle being waged in his palace, by infiltrating his quarters, where he no doubt hides
The daemon knows we are here, knows what we are doing and likes that we are killing the princes. But fuck it, we are too far in to stop now.
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>>4716986
>>Utilize the battle occurring around you, by firing a shot into the twin prince's palace. It'll be hard for them to ignore a war being raged at their door, and with the current confusion, you may be able to fell the remaining three princes with the Yan's own army.
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>>4716986
>>Ensure the third prince dies in the battle being waged in his palace, by infiltrating his quarters, where he no doubt hides
>>Cautiously make your way through the strange garden, on alert for ambushes or traps.
I completely forgot what our monk friend looks like but I’m pretty sure he’s the blue eyed old man that Fa dreamt of, also that daemonette seems to just be watching and enjoying Lieren’s kill adventure
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>>4717136
Yes, it does seem to be him. But i grow increasingly curious as to his psychic power. Because Lieren didnt seem to recognise the movemnt of one of his greatest friends
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>>4716986
>>Ensure the third prince dies in the battle being waged in his palace, by infiltrating his quarters, where he no doubt hides
>>4717136
>>4717061
The daemon probably either positioning itself for betraying the Yan or setting a trap for Lieren. Either way she is intending to turn over to Slaanesh’s side.
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>>4716978
>Where he met with an old monk with the most brilliant blue eyes, as youthful as a ne born's, who appeared to him in his dreams and spoke to him of Lieren and the truth of his Journey and its message.
Is this some kind of nascent warp being? A tzeentchian daemon doing one of their weird plan? Ghounzi's psychic powers?
Mahbe the Dai monks really were like the shamans of old and are psychers that could reincarnate, and that's why the slaneshi had the Yan cut them down. If this is the case, when the emperor learns of this, he will probably disregard any problem he thinks Lieren has, because it may change the entirity of his plans for humanity.
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>>4716986
>Ensure the third prince dies in the battle being waged in his palace, by infiltrating his quarters, where he no doubt hides
> Cautiously make your way through the strange garden, on alert for ambushes or traps.
I can't believe we wasted good Dragon Spit on that dumbass.
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>>4716986
>Ensure the third prince dies in the battle being waged in his palace, by infiltrating his quarters, where he no doubt hides
> Cautiously make your way through the strange garden, on alert for ambushes or traps.
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>>4716986
Fa is a brilliant and kind man and I will accept no other answer. So what if he has a malformed leg? We will rebuild him a new one.

>Utilize the battle occurring around you, by firing a shot into the twin prince's palace. It'll be hard for them to ignore a war being raged at their door, and with the current confusion, you may be able to fell the remaining three princes with the Yan's own army.
Steal some of the primitive rifles and use those. You can break off the finger guards to make pulling the triggers easier.
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>>4716986
>Ensure the third prince dies in the battle being waged in his palace, by infiltrating his quarters, where he no doubt hides
>Utilize the battle occurring around you, by firing a shot into the twin prince's palace. It'll be hard for them to ignore a war being raged at their door, and with the current confusion, you may be able to fell the remaining three princes with the Yan's own army.
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>>4716989
+1
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A young Magnus the Red awakens his psychic potential on Prospero, circa M30.
https://youtu.be/fGTXTzAvthM
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>>4716986
> Cautiously make your way through the strange garden, on alert for ambushes or traps.
I guess we have some proof that Guozhi has psychic powers.
>>4717061
>>4717160
The daemon has already offered to kill the Yan king if Lieren would take his place as an offering to the new dynasty. Even though she sounded miffed that Lieren was killing the prince, I am worried that she will use all the deaths we cause to boost her powers. Maybe we can harm her with her tail that we carry?
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>>4716986
> Cautiously make your way through the strange garden, on alert for ambushes or traps.
I feel like we shouldn't be wasting so much time. You people DO know we're against the clock here, right? It's one thing to kill princes as we go by them, but it's another entirely to actively go hunt them.
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>>4717559
>Maybe we can harm her with her tail that we carry?
More likely she'll try to free the tail and cause additional needless death, which would further empower her. Why did we keep the tail instead of destroying it, and just steal the other tails that belonged to the demon queen lady?
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>>4717561
I was holding that position before, but we already started the job, so might as well finish it.
Just hope that Cao doesn't get discovered and killed or that the plan starts early.
>>4717569
Destroying a part of the daemon would probably have hurt it, but just a tip of a tail shouldn't so much that it would empower it considerably. So far the only thing it has done is to let it know our unahielded toughts and actions.
Good thing it seems to really want to try and corrupt Lieren. I'm betting on orders from the queen of all thots.
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>>4717583
I'm willing to bet we can meditate and focus on the tail to give Huli Jing another psychic bitch-slap.
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>>4717583
>but just a tip of a tail shouldn't so much that it would empower it considerably
based on what?

>>4717587
what like right now?
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>>4717569
Maybe people wanted to study it? Considering she can look through it and see what we are doing how are we going to carry on with this? She already must know that we talked to Yunru and what we are trying to do.
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>>4717595
but why study this one tail, when there are eight others on the fox demon?
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>>4717592
>what like right now?
Not right now, but when we get a free moment.
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For anyone not aware, in Asian fox spirit myths the tails represent the fox’s power. Destroying the tail won’t necessarily be in our favor since it’ll just reform around the daemon so the next best thing is to just hold to it.
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>>4717604
So after our fight with the demon?
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>>4716986
>Ensure the third prince dies in the battle being waged in his palace, by infiltrating his quarters, where he no doubt hides
>Utilize the battle occurring around you, by firing a shot into the twin prince's palace. It'll be hard for them to ignore a war being raged at their door, and with the current confusion, you may be able to fell the remaining three princes with the Yan's own army.
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>>4717600
Personally I don't like even touching daemons when Lieren doesn't even know that much about them but the people voted to take the tail and who knows it might be like what >>4717606 says and we can weaken her.
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>>4717592
Based on asian mythology the power of the fox spirits come from their tails, so only the tip wouldn't be that much.
Or if it goes by normal daemon rules than it's just a very small part of their being, so again not that much.
The worst case scenario would be if her tail was nonfunctional becauae it lacked a tip, and getting it back would mean that we would have to face her at her full power instead of weaker, say 9/9 intead of 8/9, but I doubt a daemon would do that to themselfs just to keep an eye on some commander, no matter how loyal he is.
Realisticaly the tail will probably make us easy to track, and maybe make her powers hit us easier? Like some kinda of magical gps heatseeking missile.
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>>4717656
She’s a nine tailed fox. She’s effectively omniscience because she’s watching everything happening in the world.
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>>4717022
I like this. Backing it.
>>4717656
>>4717661
>>4717606
>>4717600

Honestly I am kinda worried about what a fox daemonette will do.
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>>4717833
I wonder how it became a kitsune essentially(or is it just a disguise?). Was she born in Shangrala's past by cultists that believed in fox spirits or something?
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>>4717847
It's just a disguise, when we watched Yin Aiguo's memory we saw her for the horrifying daemon she really is. But she's disguised herself as a fox because they're culturally significant to Yan, both the house and country.
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>>4717847
>>4717873
> Your vision clouds as you see a feminine figure standing besides the bloated body of the Tyrant himself. Her flesh waxes and wanes, like smoke. All of the foul energies filling the throne room originate from her body. From within her flesh. it is thin, like paper, fire flows through her veins! Witchfire! Dark fire! Golden fire!. The illusion the creature wears struggles to maintain itself beneath your gaze, eight furred tails sit upon her spine, with a ninth forged solely of fire. Fangs replace her teeth and golden claws tip her fingers.
>The taste of blood fills your mouth as Yin Aiguo happily greets the abomination shrouding itself from his perception, shifting liquid flesh masking its true form, it wears a coat torn from a living women.
She is a “fox spirit” but a monstrous one.
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>>4717880
Ah, my mistake.
Must've been too preoccupied with the fact she's one of the most grimdark things we've seen so far. Props to you for going back and finding that though.
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>>4717892
You’d be surprised how grimdark they can get
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kumiho
Korean nine tail foxes are monsters.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huli_jing
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kitsune
These are what people are familiar with however.
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>>4717902
>>4717892
>>4717880
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daji
>Daji also enjoyed torture and executions.[7] Every execution, she would burst out laughing.[8] According to stories, she also appears to be quick to torture. At one point, she noticed a farmer walking across ice barefoot, and so she ordered his feet cut off to understand why he was resistant to low temperatures.[7] Also, in another story, Daji had a pregnant woman's belly cut open so that she could find out herself what happened inside. Also, Bi Gan, King Zhou's uncle, had the unfortunate end by having his heart cut dug out and examined to determine if the ancient saying of "a good man's heart has seven apertures" was true.[8]
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>>4717880
Hmm. Does this mean that she is not an actual daemon but something suffused with the warp like a sorcerer? I'm curious because the most types of figures of Slaanesh daemons I've saw were bull-like if they were animalistic not foxes though she could be the exception.
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>One night before Daji was sent to the capital city of Zhaoge, she was possessed by an evil nine-tailed fox spirit. When Daji arrived in Zhaoge, she became the center of attention of King Zhou and caused the king to be extremely obsessed with her.
>Daji was best known for her invention of a method of torture known as paolao zhi fa. This is described as a bronze cylinder covered with oil heated like a furnace with charcoal beneath until its sides were extremely hot. The victim was forced to walk on top of the slowly heating cylinder, and he was forced to shift his feet in order to not burn. The oily surface made it difficult for the victim to maintain their balance, and if the victim fell into the charcoal below, they would be burnt to death.
>The King allowed the guests to play a cat and mouse game nude in the forest to amuse Daji. When one of King Zhou's concubines, the daughter of Lord Jiu, protested, King Zhou had her executed. Her father was ground in pieces and his flesh fed to King Zhou's vassals.
Malal, what kind of depraved research have you done for this quest?
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>>4717927
fuck this is too much

>>4716986
Malal. Malal what's GOING OOOON???????
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>>4717911
Fuck man, chinese culture is just a whole new kind of messed up
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>Utilize the battle occurring around you, by firing a shot into the twin prince's palace. It'll be hard for them to ignore a war being raged at their door, and with the current confusion, you may be able to fell the remaining three princes with the Yan's own army.

It seems too good but so tempting to have a free for all between 1&2, 3rd and 4th prince's forces. Lieren should get them all and put them down, and so we can move on with the plot too of the demon encounter.
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>>4717847
>>4717873
I remember reading that daemons could have any form as long as their powers, actions and goals were aligned with their part of chaos.
But knowing GW it probably got retconned into an army of clones so they could ban 2nd party products.
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Also >coat torn from a living woman.
I'm betting that there was an original psyker concubine was so perverted and evil that she got possessed by a daemon that ate her soul, and than the daemonette could just carry on doing what it wanted and noone noticed the difference.
Or the Yan just sacrifices psykers regularly for it to use as vessels. That sounds like something they would do.
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>>4716986
> Cautiously make your way through the strange garden, on alert for ambushes or traps.
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>>4717656
To be sincere, I only let the anons vote for keeping the tail (not like I could really avoid it, but I could bitch about how utterly retarded it was) so the daemon could track us. She has divination, probably centered around the MEGA psyker beacon that is Lieren, and was present during the vision, so she knew what we were planning (not the specifics, but enough), when we were going to do it, etc. The daemonette had all the cards on her favour since the begginning: intel about the enemy and his plans, time to prepare, resources, home advantage, sorcery, etc. She is also a daemon of Slaanesh, the god(ess) of PRIDE (with caps because it's eldar pride). If we make her think that she has the upper hand she'll grow reckless and make mistakes (Lieren is a Primarch, she has literally no advantage we can't overcome on the fly, like we did with entrenched mister Kairos fuckweaver). Mistakes equal death when fighting Lieren, probably even for a daemon, and this daemon in particular has the handicap of not being able to go full power from the begining (she wants to corrupt Lieren, she can't just kill him or her prince will go apeshit and make her the object of his tantrum). So if we play smart, we'll outplay and outmanouver her, and from that point she's fucked
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>>4716986
How thicc would you say is Kanzeon? Theoretically if she were human, could one say she is thiccer than a bowl of oatmeal?
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>>4718349
There’s one advantage she nor Lieren is aware that he has. His little soul trick he performed earlier is amplifying his unconcious psyker power and is further bolstered by the people that believe in him. This leads to the interesting situation where all the people he saved and helped will make him powerful enough to overcome her trap.
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>>4718374
>all the people he saved and helped will make him powerful enough to overcome her trap.
Never considered this factor before. There were the concubines of the fat one and his dog, the few unconscious Vishnu mounts +1 or maybe more children, and now the host of slaves from the inferno. That's quiet the sizable number of additional followers. We've been depopulating a sizable number of them, which although may empower the demon, if would starve it of some followers which might help too?

>>4716986
Did we at least speak to the girl in vishnu as she tended to her 'may not not dead but could be soon' father?
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>>4718358
She's got a 'human form' (hologram) that's supposedly beautiful, so yes. She can also get on lieren's size, so it's more like an entire fucking tanker of oathmeal.
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>>4718374
>and is further bolstered by the people that believe in him.
So basically, Lieren is an shonen superhero who literally has the power of dattebayo?
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>>4718513
>dattebayo
...It's time to put you down anon. I'm sorry it has to come to this.
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>>4718533
You can't put down the truth
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>>4718513
No, he has the power of the nakama anon.
Dattebayo will be when we seal the fox daemon inside a psiker child.
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>>4718572
https://youtu.be/afpn6skCDhA?t=170
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Calling the vote now

Ensure the 3rd prince dies during the chaos:13
Cautiously make your way through the strange garden, on alert for ambushes or traps:12
Utilize the battle and the confusion surrounding it, to draw the twin princes into the "familial conflict" as well:6

Total votes:19

So Lieren is going to Merc the, likely confused, third prince, and proceed into the bizarre garden that stands before the final wall

Writing now

>>4717014
Glad you got a laugh out of it

>>4717911
>>4717927
>>4717942
:)

>>4718495
I mean her avatar started titanic and shrank to Lieren sized soooo...

>>4718423
The little girl whose father was ridden by Bao? She was Yan, not vishnu.

If she were Vishnu, Deming would've fought tooth and nail to take her from Bao. Cause he was the sickest of sick fucks

>>4718104
heh
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>>4718513
Absolutely glorious!
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I guess the last prince is a damn good warrior since that’s the main thing we’re missing other than a creative.
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>>4718726
There twins.
So I'm betting on psikers.
Maybe the 3rd prince we are going to kill is the warrior, that would explain why he is on a battlefield.
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>>4718513
I know we commented on it before, but the comparison to Toki is really apt.
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They could be based on one of the deadly Sins each with dad being included or hell maybe that Fox deamon's host was a daughter whom was lust?
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>>4718824
ngl This might be a good comparison to what Lieren might look like.
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>>4718825
Apparently they were too weak to have enough screen time to act like any sort of avatar of sin.
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>>4718824
>>4718832
Can't wait to meet Fulgrim
>Imperial Enquire: Who has the better white/silver hair?
>Thus began the 2nd and 3rd Legion 'Wars'
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Such ethereal beauty should only be within the realm of fairytale and folksong. For it to be built and maintained within a palace so sufficed with immorality and malevolence, could only be a sign that these crystal gardens are in fact a trap to lure the weak willed and naïve to lower their guard and vigilance. It is doubtful the Yan could cultivate such a serene landscape without an dark ulterior motive. You'd have to be most cautious as you traversed the garden of the twin princes, to avoid being caught in a devious snare or a most cruel of tricks. However, it was not yet the time to brave the unknown and face whatever hidden dangers lurked beneath the beautiful façade the foxes have constructed before you.

No, there was work yet to be done where you still stood. Though a pitched battle was being waged beneath your feet, such uncontrolled havoc in no way guaranteed the death of the third prince of the Yan. And you have never been a man who has left the outcome of events to chance or the foolish concept of fate. For one's goals to be achieved, one must take matters into their own hands and take action to lead history towards their desired outcome.

Thus, once again, your hands must be stained in fresh and steaming blood. And once again, lives must be cut short and ended for the good of all others. For these degenerates must be put to the sword, to ensure they do not hide away in the shadows to fester and propagate once more. For peace to reign in the kingdom of Yan, the dynasty of Yan must be culled from the lowest roots to the highest flower. It must all be burned away, so the coming rains may purify and cleanse these grounds of their wickedness and unrestrained excesses. As a wildfire heralds good harvest, so to shall the end of the Yan family herald yet unrealized prosperity, beneath the rule of the benevolent and wise. For at least the span of a generation. Beyond your own death, you have no ability to influence events or change the course of history. All you can do is hope those who proceed you, uphold the same virtues as you encourage and walk down a path of kindness and peace, rather than greed and sadism.

Turning your eyes away from the memorizing sights of the garden that lays between you and the final wall protecting the Tyrant above all others and his whore of hell, you turn on your heels and for a few moments observe the war being fought beneath your perch. It is regrettable that so many lives must be expended for you to achieve the ends you seek. But it is necessary. And a small, long forgotten part of yourself knows, it is simply efficient, even if such actions sour your tongue. The chaos you have spread, shall be as near a perfect smoke screen as can be employed. And more importantly, allow you to dig your fangs into the throat of the third prince like a passing wind that brings naught but death.

Trickery, may be the tool of those without honor and shame.
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Sorry for the wait
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>>4718894

But to refuse its application because of pride and the renown you've gathered, is a grave folly indeed. Many would call you a villain for your deeds this night, but those as wise as yourself would understand that face and honor are but pittance to pay for the death of tyrants and the freedom and peace that shall follow.

You've never had enough of an ego to balk against insults, nor have you feared tossing aside your own face and intangible honor if it meant achieving your goals. The events of the night, should you emerge the victor of the coming battle, would doubtlessly be spun into a far more flattering tale, of the giant from nothing battling against hordes of sorcerers and devils to free the lands from their tyranny. if you failed, you would be remembered as a villain without equal, a trickster and schemer who would sink to any depths to achieve victory. In a way, both the potential versions of yourself to be record in history, were halves of the same truth.

Shame would not prevent you from taking an advantageous position, especially against enemies as foul as the ones who stood against you this night.

Smiling contentedly, you breach the palace with a few hard stomps upon its roof. The sound of battle, the shouts of soldiers driven rabid and the cries of dying men, carrying far into the heavens as you fell into the den of the third prince. Your mind peaceful and your conviction unbroken.
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The third prince sat in his private room, pondering and searching for answers of what could have caused his younger brother to suddenly strike him without warning or apparent cause. Jie was a fool, this was true. Yan Xiaoli knew this well. His brother Jie wasted his life in a stupor of intoxication, chasing fleeting pleasures and overly lurid entertainments. He had not the ambition or bravery to even attempt to remove one of his many rivals to the throne of Yan, and he certainly did not have the initiative to do so even if he had suddenly been enchanted by the whimsical desire to become king.

No, it was uncharacteristic of him to initiate conflict. If he had been attacked by the bloodthirsty sadist Bao, or the cannabalistic hedonist Deming, it would not be unexpected. But for Jie to suddenly find the valor to raise his hand against his elder, was simply unbelievable.

Xiaoli sighed, dipping his fox fur brush into the open guts of his latest living palette, who thrashed and wailed muffled screams as she tried to squirm away from his hands, and began to paint his latest dream upon the canvas before him, pausing to lick the brush as he set about his work.

"No no" He muttered out loud . Despite the reports of his most trusted of guardians, it was impossible for a drunken moron like his younger brother Jie to even have the energy to attempt an assassination, yet alone one as open and flagrant as this.
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>>4718896

If against all odds and logic, this was the drunkards handiwork, then Xiaoli knew he would be safe within his quarters. The door was reinforced specifically for such a eventuality, and he was surrounded by the most elite of his personal guardforce.

If it was Bao, his life would be endangered, as he would doubtlessly lead his stable of unfortunates into the fray as a spearhead of engorged muscle and feral ferocity. However, Bao would be more concerned with the trill of the hunter rather than taking Xiaoli's head, and thus would be easily repelled. After taking quite the harvest of lives from Xiaoli's servants and staff.

If it were Deming, he would be in no danger at all, as the youngest prince would doubtlessly become bored or distracted by the latest impulse surging from his stomach or groin.

The only instigators that could make the prince feel threatened enough to halt his work, would be his elder brothers or some outside force. The twin heirs of Yan, were deadly in not only their cruelty but their spite as well. If he had somehow offended his elder brothers, Xiaoli knew nothing but the direct intervention of the courts could save his life.

So he continued to paint, with the fluids of his most beautiful and well fed servants. Their fear would lend a most stunning color to the final product of his labor. His art. A scene of the palace grounds and all of its depravities. It was nearly completed, and Xiaoli would not care if he were to die moments after he had performed the final stroke of his brush.

Either he would be safe in his refuge. Or he would die. Two outcomes, nothing to panic over. He may be able to parade his completed masterpiece to the court tomorrow, or it would be burned alongside him. Neither possibility seemed more tempting than the other. For all that mattered is he was able to answer the call of his muse.

Stabbing his brush into the eye of the snarling man holding up his canvas, he spread the humors and gelatinous drippings from his eyes upon the hide canvas before him, the man who the skin had been pulled from whimpering as his touch tore his back further away from his flesh.

"Hush, hush, be silent. I cannot be distracted lest my weeks of toil be rendered pointless. A single errant hair of my brush could bring ruin upon my work" Xiaoli muttered, as gunshots rang down from what he would estimate as a mere four floors below "I would be infuriated, driven to madness, if the scene I paint were to be disrupted by your squirming. There are pigments than can be pressed from the very marrow of a man's bones, and concentrated from the juice of his brain as well, so I would beg you for your own sake"

He stabbed his needled tipped brush into the raw, irritated flesh of his back, slowly. Repeating the action several times again, to emphasize what he'd say next.

"Do.not.break.my.concentration. Lest you enjoy this torment I bequeath to you" Xiaoli sighed.
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>>4718897

Then, his concentration was broken, as a sound similar to the ringing of a gong echoed through his room. It caused his ears to ache and sent a shiver down not only his spine but across his every limbs and digit.

Glancing up from his writhing canvas, he looked to the heavy steel door separating him from the chaos that had consumed his palace. There was a great hole in it now. Like a great finger had pressed through the gates guarding him against the slaughter beneath, as if it were damp mud. The steel had been peeled away like a peach's skin, and smoke rose from the its jagged edges.

The soothing air of the night washed against Yan Xiaoli's back, as the more holes were punched through the gate standing before him, each accompanied by a chime that was at once both discordant and musical. He remained upon his stool, and merely turned his head down to sigh.

Looking up once again, he dabbed his brush into the stomach of one of the restrained servants kneeling before him, to coat it in his bile. Two furious golden eyes, filled with such potent and concentrated hatred that Xiaoli had yet to see in his life, stared back at him from amidst the smoke and fumes of his pallor.

"Beautiful" He muttered, as two giant hands reached through the gap created by the numerous holes torn through the steel of the gate, and began to tear at and pull open the doors to the prince's sole refuge.

As unlikely as it seemed, it would appear the rebels had joined the fray. Perhaps they had worn the colors of his brother, or perhaps Jie was not considered "Wicked" enough for them to hang. No matter, all that mattered now was ensuring the eyes that glared at him now were immortalized in his work.

Two wells of gold, burning with such spite that it would drive a normal man mad. Fear and excitement intertwined drove Yan Xiaoli's hand. Like suns descended to Shangrala, like the hateful fires of the heavens. He simply must record them upon canvas, so all may know the blistering rapture of their furious attention.

There was much screaming, and a chorus of breaking bones and armor. When Xiaoli glanced up again, the Giant Lieren was looking down upon him with disgust and such contempt, it sent a jolt of pure bliss across the artists body.

"One more moment, one more moment, one more moment" He muttered, turning his eyes back to to the canvas, hastily dragging his dry brush across the still wet bile, to spread it thin to more accurately capture the exact hue of his killer's beautiful eyes.

"Ah" He gasped, as the giant lifted him by his neck. His eyes fell to the servant shivering beneath the two of them, now pressed together like lovers.

Yan Xiaoli smiled. His work had been completed.

Glancing into the passionate and enraged eyes of the giant, he smiled in both happiness and relief.

"Do what you will, I am content. My work is complete. I have no regrets" Xiaoli sighed, closing his eyes and accepting his fate.

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>>4718899
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"Poor souls" You muttered, looking to the six slaves chained to the floor, abused and butchered to produce a most foul paint for the mad third prince

"Kill me...kill me" the man whose back had been torn away to act as canvas cried, tears streaming across his cheeks as he clung to your leg and tugged at your damaged armor "Please, if you are kind, you will grant me this mercy. Oh lord of nothing, give me this release, I cannot bear this pain"

You turned your eyes away from the unfortunate soul and to the woman at your feet, once with child, crying and wailing as she clawed at her split open stomach.

A burly man, well muscled and strong, kneeled and whimpered like a abused child, clutching where his eyes used to be.

A young boy, now a eunuch, curled into a ball and cried out for his father and the gods.

Such pointless suffering, such needless sadism. What manner of man could paint with the fluids of the body, and think what he created as artwork. Merely looking at the collage of blood, pile, seed, sweat, grease and fouler things yet, twisted your stomach into a knot. You have never seen such madness. Even the corpse creature beneath the bone devouring forest, was not afflicted with such terrible insanity.

Sorrow passed over your lips as a heavy sigh, as your eyes lingered for a moment on the red stain upon the floor that had once been the third prince. Closing your eye, you took in a deep breath of cold air carried upon a passing breeze.

Before you left you left the late prince's palace, you did all you were able to alleviate the suffering of those he used as sources of pigment and color.

The battle was now one of three armies. The forth princes remaining guards, and the thirds forces. The third were the servants, seemingly inspired by Fa to fight back against their oppressors.

This chaotic scene cloaked your passing completely.
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Cao Yunru dragged himself forward, ignoring the pain in his side as he staggered through the city. He had bound his wounds, yet they still bled. The last pack of guards were more perceptive than the rest of their ilk. His mind was muddled, and swirled with numerous thoughts. He had never harmed another man before tonight, and now he had slain several. This guilt was a heavier weight than the pain surging through his body.

Yet he did not falter or rest. Only a handful of catches remained. He could not fail Lieren, the man who had saved him from himself. He could not leave his wife, who he had known for but a season, a widow. He must continue forward. For the good of the city, for the good of the people, for the good of the kingdom, for the good of Shangrala.
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Feng lay beneath the fog. His pride told him to move forward, to lead his brothers forward in escorting Jinhai to find the weakness and vulnerabilities of the old fox. But Lieren's words echoed in the halls of his mind, and the hunter remained in the mud. Even though it was akin to swallowing poison,
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>>4718904

Feng knew his pride would only lie to him.
If his body was whole, if he were not a cripple, he could move with such haste as to pass as unseen as the wind. But his limp, the ever present pain, would slow him, stagger his steps. The others would follow, respecting him despite his weakness.

And they would be found. Tears streamed down the young man's face, as he forced himself to remain upon the ground, accepting his weakness and embracing it, for the sake of his elder brother. The man who he owed not only his own life, but the life of all his kin. Feng looked inwards, and accepted what he had become. That he would always be hindered and held back by his own body, that his own hubris had led him to this pitiful state years before.

And thought such thoughts once burned and wounded him. Now they brought naught but relief and long forgotten peace to his mind. He had nothing to prove. He was Feng. Lieren's Lesson made sense at last.

Smiling, Feng waited longer than he otherwise would, to motion for his brothers to follow him forward. And he limped onwards, feeling strangely happy of his scars and wounds. For he would not be the man he was today, and would not be as skilled as he was, if he had never had his brush with death.

Though Jinhai's smile quickly ruined his sense of rapture, it could not sour the lesson he had finally understood

"You've learned, oh masterful hunter" Jinhai whispered to him, suddenly at his side.

"Don't speak unless it's necessary, Fish" Feng said warmly, as a brother would tease a brother. Both the men, were unable to keep themselves from smiling, despite the danger that surrounded them.
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The gardens of untainted waters, glass, crystals and strange and exotic gems were strangely quite, except for the sound of the win rustling through the branches of the red leafed trees, the yipping and cackling of the foxes, and the harmonious cries of the horse sized birds resting by the streams and beneath the shade of fruit bearing trees.

Vigilant for any form of trap or ambush, you sulked in the shadows, carefully analyzing every nook of the garden you walked, and studying every crook you passed by. It was somewhat unnerving, to move with such ease despite being so near Yan Weizha and Huli Jing. Every fiber of your being screamed out, warning you that this odd quiet serenity must be a trap. Though you suspected, as always, that some masterful deceit to awaited you ahead in the bowels of the Celestial Incarnation Palace, there was no sign that such treachery lay hidden within these gardens.

Then, your hairs stood on end, as the familiar sound of steel meeting steel met your ears. Falling to the ground, crawling on your stomach, you approached the source of the sound, the ever present fog swirling and dancing upon the wind as you neared it.

As the fog thinned, you were witness to a duel.
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>>4718908

No a dance, of two identical armored figures, dressed in steel painted gold with helmets shaped into the image of a fox's head, circled each other before with gracefully charging to meet the other. Then they danced, for that is all it could be called, expertly matching the speed and strength of each other, parrying and blocking every strike and swing of their opponents sword with movements that would make trained entertainers seem like drunkards.

A force of guards, wearing war masks depicting utter apathy, watched their skillful display of swordsmanship and grace.

These men could only be the twin princes.

Locking blades, they backed away and raised their weapons above their heads before turning and standing at attention silently. Waiting.

They knew you were coming. Somehow. Perhaps their warriors instinct had alerted them to the presences of danger, and their pride as swordsmen disallowed them from fleeing or hiding away. They turned to face each other once again, but now their blades crackled with a strange white light, and hummed with power

How shall you proceed, Lieren?
>Give them the duel they desire, and kill the twins with ease.
>Slink past them, you're too close to your target to indulge in their desire to die. Their father and the evil spirit take precedence
>Rise, and fire your Chendao at them. You grow tired of the Yan's madness. End it quickly
>Question them how they learned of your presence. This is most unsettling.
>Write in?
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>>4718837
My humble take on a TTS type of Horus Heresy, please imagine this scene with the voice of each TTS character. Specially Dorn.
>Emps: I cannot decide who has the best hair, so I'll execute the one most likely to betray me for Chaos [shoots Lieren in the face]
>Malcador: NOOOO, YOU FUCKING IDIOT, YOU KILLED THE ONLY NORMAL ONE!!!
>Fulgrim: Thank you Daddy~ I will now masturbate with this blade I took from some purple fetishist snake people.
>Emps: Everything is Fine, cause I WILL IT! [Starts laughing like Almight from MHA, while at the same time, randomly brainwashes Lorgar, who goes insane and starts screaming]
[Sounds of Rage-Spasming Malcador in the background]
>Dorn: I, ROGAL DORN, knew that Father would have a psychotic breakdown someday.
[Everyone starts screaming in extreme panic: Kurze tries to cut his veins, but they regenerate, Gorillaman starts counting the number of tiles in the Palace's floor, Magnus gets nervous and breaks the webway, Angron just screams. Meanwhile, Fulgrim faps in the distance]
Horus: [Rips his shirt, showing a Chaos symbol] IT WAS ME FATHER, IT WAS ME ALL ALONG! OHOHOHOHOHOHO!
Dorn: An I (pauses) ROGAL DORN, I'm supossed to be the autist.
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>>4718914
And there go my sides
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>>4718912
>>Question them how they learned of your presence. This is most unsettling.
>>Give them the duel they desire, and kill the twins with ease.
Alpharius and Omegon are gonna give us flashbacks of these guys.
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>>4718918
I didn't notice that you had posted alredy, so sorry if this breaks the posts tension a little...
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>>4718930
It's fine. A bit of levity is always welcome.
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>>4718912
>>Rise, and fire your Chendao at them. You grow tired of the Yan's madness. End it quickly
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>>4718912
>Question them how they learned of your presence. This is most unsettling.

>Give them the duel they desire, and kill the twins with ease.
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How tall is the Vishnu? And how tall is Lieren?
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>>4718912
>Question them
>Kill them with your gunshot

Their energy weapons will ruin our Chendao. I refuse to have this weapon broken by these tyrants, but we are close enough now that stealth is optional
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>>4718912
>Rise, and fire your Chendao at them. You grow tired of the Yan's madness. End it quickly
Do not give them the satisfaction of dying happy, like the third did.
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>>4718944
From what Malal has said about the Vishnu, I'd put them at about 7 feet? I believe the official word is that they're between the Catachans and the Ogryns in terms of height, but I've pictured Ogryns as Primaris/Thunder Warrior tall. And I don't think they're taller than Astartes. We, on the other hand, aren't fully grown and so I'd say we're around Primaris or Custodian height. I think we'll be around average for a primarch when we reach "adulthood."
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>>4718912
>Rise, and fire your Chendao at them. You grow tired of the Yan's madness. End it quickly

We need to finish this asap, our gunpowder friend needs us.
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>>4718912
>Give them the duel they desire, and kill the twins with ease
>Question them how they learned of your presence. This is most unsettling
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>>4718912
>Slink past them, you're too close to your target to indulge in their desire to die. Their father and the evil spirit take precedence
Our prey before us like this is to much, in this den of indulgence...debauchery are we to not enacting a ritual of sorts, are we not giving worship and tribute in killing for what we believe to be right? Something just feels off, cut the head from the snake then finish the thrashing tail. Something just seems wrong here.

>Write in
I'm aware they could sense us so sneaking ain't gonna be easy but if they do come after us we need to end it quick and fast, should they follow after we sneak. Blast one with our weapon then pull the head off the other their nice armour cant protect you from limb tearing. No joy or wind up period insta gib them both.
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>>4718975
I think we're gonna be a pretty big Primarch, lots of healthy living, lots of physical labour and fighting to. We aint even hit puberty!
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>>4718975
We are at Custodes size, I think. And we'll grow (more or less depending on our training regimen) until we reach 13-14 years old, so we'll be a 10-11 feet big boy, not taller than Vulkan, that's his thing (and now we are 15 feet tall and Emps kills us for being taller than him)
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>>4718978
>>4718912

True, maybe the death of the princes triggers a ritual that kills the city. Let's pass and kill them later. Changing >>4718976
to: >>4718978
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>>4718978
We been wasting time since the 5th, might as well finish the job now. They are aware of us now and will just attack our back if we go straight after the king.

People that are voting for a duel, is it because you don't want to fight the guards? Because as soon as we win, they will probably attack us anyway.
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Also, giving how spiteful they apparently are, would they have sallied out to join the fight if we shot their garden, or would the whore have warned them?
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>>4718925
Supporting
>>4718914
Pretty close to how I imagined it going
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>>4718925
to support >>4718978
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>>4718990
>>4718993
don't care if we kill them after, we need to take out their dad first. This is a damned trap, we're gonna be powering up the demon feasting on their indulgent souls. We take out the leader/head/whatever then handle these two.
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>>4718912
>Write-In
No time for questions, use intuition. Even if they could be deluded by their skills and decadence, they will not be so full of themselves to reveal their secrets openly. Though the Lotus sceptre could be used for gain information, after they are defeated and then wounded but not killed. The sceptre will reveal whatever they know. Their hour of death will be choose, after understanding what has been found. Their death afterall will happen regardless by our hand, be in combat in not even a breath or a rightful quick and tame public execution.

Quickly apply our dagger blade to the Evil spirit tail and write in it a verse of the importance of good. If the magical weapons of the Yang are connected to the evil spirit body, this could harm the twin princes that wield two of them or perhaps only the evil spirit. Hopefully permanently.
Following this
>Rise, and fire your Chendao at them. You grow tired of the Yan's madness. End it quickly
If they evade or block the first shots, it is better to not wait and ensure their defeat. Consider the guards a threath to deal with, even if lower. With the princes defeated and guards killed, apply the sceptre on them and reveal their plan. Then proceed to defeat the spirit and their father, while they remain incapacitated and well bind, to a column in case some servants of theirs want to save them.

Before going to the last battle, check gear and us. Eat and drink for restore fully the little energy spent this last days.
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>>4718912
>Question them how they learned of your presence. This is most unsettling.
>Rise, and fire your Chendao at them. You grow tired of the Yan's madness. End it quickly
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>>4718912
>Cao Yunru
hope he makes it.

>the paint slaves
did we really have to put all of them down? the woman I understand was too traumatized, but I think the buff man and the child could had been saved. what was the painting anyways?

>Feng
Our new medical insurance plan will come to fruition soon. We'll fix Hu's missing teeth problem, Feng's leg will be restored, Fa will likewise be restored in addition to him enrolling in our new education system, Kang and the unnamed follower of the Journey will get their long overdue full body makeover to restore as much of the bodily functions that they've lost. We can help all the cripples in Shangrala be whole once more. Both in body and mind....we'll, people with mental disorders will be harder, but that's just another hurdle we need to overcome.

I don't know what choice to pick, but I trust anons to make the best decisions as ironic as that sounds.
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>>4719100
Kanzeon might be able to fix his limp
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>>4719118
But only after we've supplied her with all the raw materials sh'll need to make the proper repairs. Thing is, do we do some personal research to do some rudimentary modern day tier surgery for people, or boost the planet's economy first so we can feed Kanzeon, then use her high end shit?
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>>4718912
>>Slink past them, you're too close to your target to indulge in their desire to die. Their father and the evil spirit take precedence
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>>4718899
Holy fucking shit, I don't think I've ever seen anyone explore Slaanesh this well Malal. Incredible stuff.

>>4718912
>Rise, and fire your Chendao at them. You grow tired of the Yan's madness. End it quickly
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>>4718912
>Rise, and fire your Chendao at them. You grow tired of the Yan's madness. End it quickly
If they parry it, then Lieren laughs loudly, saying he bets they weren't expecting grenades from the Chendao. Or if they dodge, then he asks:
>Question them how they learned of your presence. "This is most unsettling." he says ironically.
>Give them the duel they desire, and kill the twins with ease the blade of the Chendao.
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>>4718977
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>>4718912
>Rise, and fire your Chendao at them. You grow tired of the Yan's madness. End it quickly
Just blast the fuckers and be done with it, we REALLY don’t have time.
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I'm not overly sure why anons are wanting to duel them when it's specifically what they want. Right know it just feels like people are trying to take the worst route, Deamon feeding on the souls of the sons getting more buff for the fight. I get wanting to go for a pattern but it just feels intentionally self sabotaging
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>>4718912
>Rise, and fire your Chendao at them. You grow tired of the Yan's madness. End it quickly
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>>4718998
Changing to>>4718978
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"The Crown was Gold, the kingdom old
The tyrants grip was proud and bold
The fields were bare, the tidings grim
People prayed to be free from sin
The heavens heard the peoples calls
From on high a lonely star falls

The Hunter born from Mist and Star
Arrived alone but wanders Far
From Nowhere's fields, to Tyrant's Fall
Lieren walked followed by all."
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>>4718912
>Rise, and fire your Chendao at them. You grow tired of the Yan's madness. End it quickly
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>>4718912
>Slink past them, you're too close to your target to indulge in their desire to die. Their father and the evil spirit take precedence

We cant risk alerting the entire palace. We also don't know if they knew we were coming or if they just mobalized incase their younger siblings grew a spine.

We should be able to bar the passage between the inner kings court and theirs, likely to be a gate we can block and break.
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>>4718954
I will move this to this >>4718978

Because if they CAN see us, then they die anyway
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Anyone remember how many other nations there were in this world? We know of the Vishnu nation, but I could had sworn there was one or two more.
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>>4719795
There are two other ones that we've heard of, the Shunni and the Bask. Presumably they take inspiration from Sunni Islam and Basque peoples, though that's really just speculation.
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>>4719795
There were 3 I remember, which includes as >>4719818 details. But the Shunni are religious in the extreme, so they are going to be a problem later.
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>>4719846
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOBC0v_q4I8
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>>4719846
The Journey doesn't explicitly disavow religion, does it? I think I remember a few of our inner circle still mentioning the Eight Courts in the context of making oaths. And Cao Yunru seems to hold both in high regard. We might wind up causing a schism.
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>>4720046
If they are based on the sunni, them they will probably have a lot of religious laws. And being chaos workshipers like everyone is this damned planet, many of them will probably be incompatible or opposed to parts of the journey.
But a schism may be useful when we inevitably go to war with them.
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>>4720054
The soon-to-be dominant world power backing tenuously like-minded philosophical extremists in a religious war for dominance over a (presumably) desert region? Who knew that the Emperor funneled George Bush's soul into a primarch?
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>>4720063
Who's our Cheney?
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>>4719818
>>4720054
I assumed the name Shuuni was a play on Shia & Sunni and that the group as a whole are 30k Chaos influenced Islamic, probably Tzeentchian like that one anon had said. This brings up something I’ve been thinking about, since we’re more then likely to be conquering the whole of Shangrala and we already have Vishnu within our ranks, how should Lieren handle the multiethnic populous he’ll end up having to govern? I feel like he’ll probably have to invent a lingua franca. Also how should the writing on our legion scheme be, should it change to the native script of the legionnaire’s people, just be in High/Low Gothic, or should it continue to be in Yan?
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>>4720094
For a lingua franca, depending on how soon the Imperium finds us, we can focus on Yan and Vishnu as main languages until presented with more, with High/low gothic being optional languages in our education that people can take.

For legion writing scheme, probably a mix of low/high gothic (mainly high) with maybe some of our native planet's languages should our sons feel so inclined to pick them.
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>>4720046
It's not if our journey disallows religion. It is if their religion disallows the journey. A country of fanatics out to crush a heretical or apostate faith in its infancy is a tale as old as time.

What isnt as old as time is when that small faith has let its host go from dark ages to 22nd century in the span of half a decade, then unleashing enough Dakar on the fanatics to backlog heaven
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>>4720134
Let's not forget. We've just recently acquired a GaoT/DaoT tier weapon. >>4718912 we still have it right?
We'll have the chance to study it and perhaps reverse engineer it. I dont know what kind of use we'll find from studying it, but hopefully we'll find something less cruel.
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>>4720134
I think you mean Dakka, unless you want to channel your inner Khan and challenge the desert people to a race (we would win, because we can make cars)
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>>4720089
i'd rather we don't have a daemon to advise us
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>>4720151
Yes we still have it.
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>>4718912
>>Rise, and fire your Chendao at them. You grow tired of the Yan's madness. End it quickly
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>>4720094
>>4720131
>>4720151
Lieren knows a fair amount of written high gothic, from study of the primarch capsule. Enough to learn the sciences he knows anyway.

He doesn't know the spoken form of the language yet, and not sure if Kanzeon knows the language after being in hibernation for so long. I feel bringing the primarch pod to Kanzeon as a birthday present and for her study would unlock new wonders and we could do that after we return to Nothing and see dear old dad.
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>>4720445
That's actually a good idea. Studying would keep her busy and stimulate her mind. That would be an excellent birthday present.
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>>4718912
Supporting this
>>4718978
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>>4718912
>Slink past them, you're too close to your target to indulge in their desire to die. Their father and the evil spirit take precedence
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>Lorgar: NOOOOO! You can't just recite passages from your poetry book and banish the emissaries of the True Gods!!!!
>Lieren: Haha! Koans go Brr!
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>>4720864
*Lieren Rebuking daemons directly to their faces with the journey*
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>>4718918
Since we're doing the 'Lieran is vergil' meme
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hsVq1gGMwI
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I made a thing on how I imagine our boi
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>>4721384
very nice
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Calling the vote now. Sorry for the wait, the machine spirit decided to be mischievous a day early.

Question them how they learned of your presence. This is most unsettling:5
Give them the duel they desire, and kill the twins with ease:4
Rise, and fire your Chendao at them. You grow tired of the Yan's madness. End it quickly:10
Slink past them, you're too close to your target to indulge in their desire to die. Their father and the evil spirit take precedence:9
If they can perceive you, End them with haste and efficiently. They shall be given no duel, only an execution:5
Use the scepter upon the princes and carve a verse of the journey into the tail:1

Total votes 21

So Lieren, growing tired with the madness of the Yan as a whole, shall rise and fire a volley with his Chendao, to end the twin prince's graceful dance quickly and efficiently

Writing now.

Sorry for the wait again


>>4719100
Remember, Lieren carries pain killers in his pouch of "things I may need in my journey". So the ones who could recover, weren't just killed. Cause Lieren isn't that cold.

>>4718981
Lieren has spent most of his life building a road through fogbeast hell

>>4719287
Thanks! I wanted to show various forms of excess rather than just sadomasochistic drug fiends or "Dude sex lmao"

>>4719678
Oooh now that's a nice folk song. A+ work! I adore it. Its both catchy and rouses the spirit

>>4720864
>>4720865
kek

>>4721276
Fulgrim: Hey Lieren, your portal closing days are over, give me the spear
Lieren: If you want it, then you'll have to take it, but you already knew that
Fulgrim: *Evil slaanesh laughter*

>>4721384
Incredible work there friend. Perfectly intimidating and terrifying. A view of the last thing many villains saw. Reminds me of how Lieren approached Tao Song in his castle, though I feel its meant to be What Yan Xiaoli saw. Either way, its fantastic
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>>4721528
I know Lieren doesn't enjoy killing, but whenever we're about to kill cultists I can never not imagine him looking like pic related.
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>>4709640
Could I get a version of this with Basedjack Lorgar? Based on this >>4720864
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>>4721528
Can we grab their swords in passing? They look like power swords.
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>>4721583
We can get them when leaving.
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>>4721594
Assuming they survive our shots.
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>>4721598
They will. Theres going to be some twisted mechanic were we must kill both at the same time so i vote slamming their heads together

On an unrelated note I wonder what our curse will be, every primarch had one in themselves or their legion....except the smurfs
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>>4721609
A bit late to vote for slam jam

>>4721528
Think on it now they could either how power or focus weapons. Either one would be invaluable to jumping the Yan industry once we're done here.
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>>4721609
Optimism and compassion never fare well in this setting. The fact both are key aspects of our character will put us at odds with our father pretty much as soon as we meet him, that and the fact he's an undeniable tyrant. Or we wind up with the flaws of hubris and pride as a result of how righteous we think our cause is. Or we become a bit too Malalic, because while he works against the Big Four, he's still a Chaos God and should not imitated, worshipped, trusted, respected, or considered a viable ally.
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It is easy to recognize that the sabers wielded by the twin princes are in no way mundane, and present a yet unknown danger beyond that of a normal blade. The edges hum with a strange energy so potent it glows as bright as a star viewed from a mountain top, unshrouded by fog. While they are obviously skilled in the art of battle and swordsmanship, to the point their duel seems more like a choregraphed dance, such talent cannot hope to bridge the gap between your physical ability and their own. They may move with an almost supernatural elegance and rapidity, but such agility is far outstripped by your own. Doubtlessly, their strength and endurance would also fail to equal your own, and thus for all of their masterful movements and trained ferocity with the blade, they would falter and thus die if they were to duel you.

However, the strange swords they wield, that glow bright and shimmer as if still cloaked by the heat of their forge, presents an unknown variable that may allow them to fight against you with equal footing, and overcome the handicap presented by the limits of the human body. As the spear and boon given by the evil Spirit Huli Jing allowed Yin Aiguo to endure your assault for far longer than he would have been able to with prowess alone. Thus, you must treat these twin swordsmen with caution, for their sabers in their hands could hold the power to unleash much devastation or some form of sorcerous attack you cannot yet comprehend nor anticipate.

Yes, you must be cautious, lest you be felled by what is yet unknown to you. Surprise is the deadliest weapon to be wielded by man or beast, and thus its presence in the field of battle cannot be underestimated. To duel these two men, would be folly, while the power they hold is still a mystery. However, simply slipping past them to slay their father and his mistress, would be a graver folly yet. For there is nothing in this world more dangerous than an unknown variable attacking from an unexpected angle. If the twin princes were to interrupt your execution of their lord and father, and the creature pulling his strings behind your throne, the chance of your failure and death would only grow. They must be dealt with, but there is no time to waste studying the exact capabilities of their tools. Not when you are so close to your target.

Not when your missions is nearly at an end. Not while your dream is within your grasp! You cannot allow it to slip away, for prosperity and benevolence to be smothered by the will of victorious tyrants. You must succeeded. For the sake of all the people who live within these lands of your birth. For the sake of all your comrades, followers, students, friends and family! To fall here would be an unforgiveable crime and shame upon your name.

Cao Yunru, is risking his life. Fa, chose to risk his life and do a duty far beyond what was asked of him.
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>>4721677

All of those who followed you to war, your life long friends, are risking their lives to achieve the final victory of the war. They all risked death, to achieve your shared dream of universal plenty and prosperity, they bled so hope may be spread. And you cannot fail them this night.

Rising, as conviction burns bright in your heart and within the very depths of your soul, You emerge from the fog, taking long strides towards the twin princes as they once again begin to dance. Sharpening their skills ever more as they await your approach. A pointless endeavor, for they shall not be given the chance to test them against your Chendao.

For you promised your father you'd return home to him. And that is an oath that you cannot break, it would be unforgiveable to do so after all.

Sparks of pure white, tangerine and pale gold fly as their blades meet, the incandescent energy surrounding the blade flaring and expanding outwards like a fire fed fuel.

Stomping your foot to draw their attention, they separate their blades, streaks of light following the edge of the sabers like lashing tongues of lightning. Shifting like water, they spin to meet the other's back. Each raise a leg into the air like a crane, pressing their free hands together as they pull their shimmering saber's back over their shoulder to adopt a limber yet cautious stance.

All of their guards kneel to the ground, golden spears at their sides with heads shaped like fire and fox tails. The fur coats upon the twins' backs dance in the wind, almost matching the movements of the tail still tied to your side.

"Hail, rebel" The western facing of the two speaks

"Who comes and shall return" The eastern adds as soon as the other closes his mouth. Or rather her mouth, judging from the gentle tone and smaller stature and wider hips of the second "prince"

"To nothing! You face the twin warriors Yan Weisheng and Yan Chonglin!" they shout together, gripping the other's hand as they turn and dance, stabbing their sabers forward "The end of your "great Journey"

They do not get to make good on this claim, for as they part hands and move to close the space between themselves and you, you lower your chendao and fire it, holding down its trigger for but a few moments.

Your expression does not change from the mask of mild apathy and disgust you have worn since they began to speak. For there is no man agile and quick footed enough to dodge a bullet, nor many, and especially not a wall of bullets designed to break and shatter the walls of castles.

Though that is not to say the twin princes are helpless against your ferocious assault. For they both manage to cut in half the first burst of siegebreaker rounds you unleash towards them. But they are unable to withstand the sure volume of the storm of lead and steel that blows against them.

Such an attack is somewhat excessive, considering it only takes a single round fired from the Chendao to kill a man.
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>>4721609
The smurfs didn't because they are mary s -ejem, because they behaved like exemplar human beings for all their lives, so
Emps "humanityfuckyeah" mojo geneseed protected them from chaos corruption
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>>4721681

But after how long Yin Aiguo fought while wielding the six fanged spear despite the grievous wounds inflicted upon him, you cannot take the chance of underestimating the princes' fortitude and their fighting spirit. For they may be able drag their ruined bodies far further than should be possible.

So you must take these precautions, though it may seem unnecessary to the eyes of others, to one who has done battle with a mummified husk of a man there is no such thing as overkill when you are uncertain of how much damage your opponents can endure.

Fortunately, outside of their miraculous ability to anticipate and cut down the first volley of fire. The Twin Princes fall like any man or woman would to sustained gunfire. Quickly and pitifully.

The guards turn their heads, eyes wide with fear and shock that you would commit such a dishonorable action, as if they had not heard the false tales spread by their masters. The twin princes fall to the ground, torn to pieces. Weisheng, missing a leg and half of the other, with his sword armed rendered down to ground meat and splintered bone. And the "prince" Chonglin, torn into two at the waist, her fox shaped helmet torn open by a glancing shot, exposing her bloodied face and the confusion in her eye, now blinded by shrapnel. Black hair falls to the ground, soaked in smoke and blood.

"Brother!" Chonglin wails, like a child left alone in the dark "Brother! are you there. I..I cannot see, are you by my side"

Weisheng turns a defiant glance your way, and with great effort, drags what's left of his body to his other half's side. For a moment, Liang and Jiang take their place, dismembered and crippled upon the ground on the boundary between life and death. A blink clears the illusion from your eyes.

"My love...my love I am here, I have not abandoned you. I could not" He says, choking on his own blood as he collapse upon his twin's chest, who is expiring moments before him

"Aaaah" Chonglin sighs in relief, blindly reaching for her brother and seemingly incestuous lover's face, judging by his words and their shared mannerisms "I was so scared I'd be alone when I...I"

And with that, one half of the twin princes dies. Weisheng continues to wail and cry, his guards frozen to the ground, still kneely as you approach him from behind.

"I grow tired of all this flagrant madness and wild depravity" You hiss, allowing the man to cling to the other half of his life, before with a single pull of your finger, rendering both to scattered flesh and shattered bones with the cannon like roar of the Chendao firing.


"I suppose it is a small mercy, that two so close may leave the world together hand in hand, rather than one continuing on without the other" You muse, as the guard's remain kneeling around you. None of their number rise, none of their number flee, none of their number throw their lives away to avenge their master.
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>>4721685

Glaring towards one, without speaking your question of their idleness, you receive your answer.

"We were ordered to leave you untouched, should you emerge victorious. Our loyalty was to the two that were one. They came to face you of their own volition, and they died by their decision. Their life was battle, their blood was war. And you denied them their final conflict" The man sighs, eyes filled with sorrow as he speaks to you solemnly and sadly "But, we shall respect their command. If you shall see fit to send us to meet them, we shall not fight. For it is clear to us you have no respect for the martial code"

"I am no warrior by nature. They died together, a far more fitting final indulgence and mercy to be given than any crossing of blades or pitched battle" You say dully, as you retrieve their strange Daos and observe them for a moment, trying to ascertain the nature of their strange abilities. Thin wires and channels run from the guard to web across the blade, and there sits a thin trigger set just above the grip of the two twin sabers.

With a clench of your hand, the blade's edge ingites once more, humming and radiating its dangerous light for as long as the trigger is held down.
Curious most curious.

"I gave to them a kindness neither deserved, by sending them to their next lives or whatever comes together. Rather than separately. Cui Fu, deserved the honor of a final battle. None of the spawn of Weizha deserves the same" You explain, turning your eyes once more to the old bearded guard, the only one among the gathered men bold enough to speak to you.

"If that is what you believe, oh Giant, I cannot convince you otherwise. But it is a tragedy for warriors to fall so... ignobly" The man says, lowering his head to mourn his twisted masters "Though I disagree with your view, I must warn you, that you have certainly alerted the forces ahead, and will doubtlessly bloody your hands in further conflict now that they are aware of your presence"

You snort and raise your head high.

"It is odd to find one so noble so deep within a den of wickedness and sin, I would wish to have you by my side when I deliver my judgement to those who still live when dawn arrives. And I am quite aware my actions will have alerted my prey, but they can no longer flee or enact the most evil or plans. They shall die whether they know of my coming or not" You say calmly as the man nods.

"I only ask you will be unbiased in your judgement, Lieren of Nothing. Whatever may come" The man says, still kneeling by the pile of meat and bones that were his masters but moments before

"If they are innocent, they shall live, if they are not, they shall die" You say, striding past the congregation of kneeling men "I have never before allowed spite and hatred to cloud my judgement, the children of Gao Liwei can personally attest to truth of my words"

"So they still live after all" The man says with a chuckle "Despite my distaste for your actions"
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>>4721658
A balance between optimism, compassion, logic, and munchkinism will carry us to victory.

>the fact he's an undeniable tyrant
Only purely out of necessity. Remember. Big E was a science guy first and foremost and would had loved to stay in his labs, but chaos fucked up his species so he's more or less obligated to save his species.

>Or we wind up with the flaws of hubris and pride as a result of how righteous we think our cause is.
That's a very good point to look out for. Perhaps some meditation and some honest opinions will keep our boy in check.

I'm kind of worried about how the Emperor, or the Mechanicum, or the whole of the Imperium will react to Kanzeon if they discover she's an A.I. way before we learn that A.I.'s are apparently bad news. I would hope that we learn of that aspect of the Dark Age of Technology before the Emperor takes Lieren to Terra for his trials so we can tell Kanzeon how to act retarded enough to mimic a machine spirit.
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>>4721683
>>4721609
Ultramarines lack many advantages too. In all honesty our Legion are looking to achieve Space Wolves levels of heresy while still being loyal.
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>>4721691

"I wish you well, Lieren, May you achieve victory or at least die standing. Perhaps then you may be forgiven for this dishonorable deed"

"I will not be gravely wound me if I cannot" You say, leaving him to walk through the gate ahead, blasted apart and pinpricked by the fire of your Chendao "All I care for, is that I may do more good than ill, regardless of the means employed"
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"The roar of steel dragons?" Yan Weizha said, nervously stroking the beard upon his multiple blubbering chins "This can't be right. Huli Jing, did I not command you to alert me to the exact moment my uncle's banner falls alongside him. The exact second our final army meets its end in defeat? My uncle, as treacherous and ambitious as he may be, would not allow the rebels army to pass him by. By his pride and honor, he could not allow himself to fall for the giant's tricks as all the other generals who were bested before him"

With his small, piggish eyes, the king of the Yan turned his eyes to his most beautiful of concubines, who stood at the side of his jade throne, as lovely and demure as always. Rage began to well within his withered black heart, as he slammed a fat hand upon the arm of his most extravagant throne. Grinding his teeth, drool frothed over his tongue as his arms shook and quivered.

"Have you, my most beloved and meek of servants, turned your back to me as well? Have you, at this final hour, changed your allegiance and deceived me, the Great Yan Weizha, to save your own hide?!" The king bellowed and raged "So you may live to serve that whoreson Lieren? to hope he may take you as his woman as well? Though he doubtlessly serves another power, to be able to cast aside the great armies of the Yan like they were children dressed in armor!? Are you as cowardly and treacherous as you are beautiful?!!"

The jadelike beauty sighed, and pouted her red painted lips, fluttering her eyes as she turned her gaze towards her lover's direction. In the gloom, her amber eyes shifted into those of a fox, gold painted markings appearing across her flawless features as a tired, annoyed sigh left her plump lips. Crawling to Lord Yan's sighed, she rested her head upon his shoulder, and crossed her legs over his lap, the very incarnation of courtly beauty, the very avatar of lust. Yan Weizha's mind began to cloud as his blood rushed to fill his other head, at the mere touch of his favored concubine, thin and graceful fingers.

Then she gripped his face, nails digging into his fattened cheeks like knives, her fingers burrowing and digging into the meat their like living needles or maggots. Mocking the motions of gently caressing his face, she moved her hands to pet the flesh beneath it. A glorious, rapturous sensation of pain jolted down the monarch's spine, his massive bulk quivering like a bloated eel as he savored the sweet agony.
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>>4721695

"My dear bloated fool. You commanded me to tell you when Yan ZIhao fell, and his banner was torn from the sky. That battle has only just begun" She cooed and purred, as she did when she invited him to her bed, as she did when she tempted him with delights unnatural and irresistible alike, massaging his jowls as she tore his cheeks to bloody ribbons "You never asked me to warn you of anything else, such as the arrival of the giant himself"

"A...alone, he would be so foolhardy to challenge the Yan by himself?" Yan Weizha whined, eyes twitching as torturous pleasure became unbearable torment, his torn flesh's aching now becoming a most displeasing sensation "That...I, cannot, be...believe"

"What? the man who hunts like a panther, hunting by himself? As he did the Mao, as he did your favorite pet?" Huli jing purred as her master withered beneath her touch, as she pulled fat and flesh from his face, and began to lick the gore and grease from her hands.

In the fire light, her teeth had become as fangs, curved and cruel.

"Were you soo willfully blind, that you could not foresee the possibility, that Lieren would risk himself for others? as he has done since the dawn of this war?" She sighed again, pouting as she chewed globules of Yan Weizha's fat, the man himself groaning in confusion as the haze over his mind refused to clear away, distressing him greatly

"The city cannot fall to his hands, rally my...rally my" he struggled to say as the creature upon him shook her head and raised a single finger, still dripping with his blood and coated with a layer of fat "My army. Summon Cao, burn it all to ash and cinder. He shall not best me. Even if my line shall die, the giant shall not emerge victorious! He shall inherit a land of fire and death!"

"He already has, Weizha, do you truly believe you hold the power to halt his advance? That he would not take measures to counter your insipid plots? Because of your foolishness, the offering has been lessened from thousands of souls to a mere seven" Huli Jing admonished the king beneath her "Cao Yunru was never loyal to you, he was loyal to the city and its people. Did you think he who can divine the truth within any man, would be as ignorant as yourself"

"Y..y...you promised me eternity. You treacherous whore, you deceitful slut" Yan Weizha spat venomously, as he could not longer lift his arms beneath his own weight, the weakness removed from his body returning as the price of his life of indulgence and gluttony was given once more onto his flesh "G..guards, help me! Help me! I'm being killed. Help me! Save me!"

"Why would they care about you, my darling Weizha?" Huli jing asked airily, her tongue dancing across his butchered face, as she dragged her claws along his bloated chest
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>>4721697

"They can indulge in any pleasure imaginable, partake in any excess, without your guidance. And did you believe you were the first I revealed myself to? The first who has felt my loving touch and hateful burn? The first I promised ascension to? Like all others who came before you, like your father and his father, another far more delectable servant has made themselves known, one that far surpasses yourself. As you did away with your father, as he did away with his uncle, as the Yan supplanted the dynasty before. So to shall you fade away, replaced by one greater than yourself"

Yan Weizha tried to answer, with a stream of curses and insults, but his throat began to be crushed beneath the layers of fat and blubber that had long constricted it. He could only wheeze and drool pitifully as his inhuman concubine mounted him, gingerly brushing the raw ruin that had become his face, idly digging her claws into her flesh as she sighed and moaned.

"But take pride that you were the pawn who nearly surpassed the boundary, that you were but a night away from shedding your mortality like a snake would its scales" She spoke, in a tone of false assurance, as shadows hid away her beautiful features like a shroud of the darkest silk "That you had cultivated such a beautiful excessive life style of indulgence, that you partook in every desire, every whim that crossed your mind no matter how "immoral" or "wicked" it may have been. That, had the giant not been wise to your tricks, you would have joined me in eternity. But, like so many others before you. You became but a stepping stone for one with a far greater destiny than your own"

Yan Weizha looked into Huli Jing's eyes, struggling to scream and strike her, but trapped in the prison that his body had become chained by obesity.

"Even now, you struggle, to retain your position as MY Servant. But it is all for naught, for a hero much like the one who began your depraved lineage shall take your place. A far worthier prize than your own corroded soul, a dynasty without heirs or ends. Is that not something to take pride in? that you were so near to victory, before it was snatched from your hands by one even grander than yourself" The concubine cooed and sighed as if in the throws of heights bliss and pleasure unknown to even Yan Weizha himself "Do not grieve, do not be sad, Little Fox, you lived a life of unrestrained passion and pleasure, be honored that your flesh shall serve a greater purpose in your fall"

Tears welled in the tyrants eyes, as the his divine lover grinded herself against him, images of her true form flashing in the darkness, shattering what sanity remained in his sick mind assailed by terror and impotent rage alike.
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>>4721703

"Than it ever did before in life, that from your fat, gristle and entrails, new, more worthy life shall spring, to aid in my taming of the giant!" Huli Jing howled inhumanly, her voice cracking and whispering with the sounds and shrieks of hellspawn and tortured souls alike.

Yan Weizha wailed in the confines of his mind, as Huli Jing leaned over to give him a final kiss, fangs digging into his face, as claws pierced his heart. His flesh began to bloat further, as foul energies of the warp were forced into his still mortal veins, twisting and mutating the once unopposed tyrant of Yan into something even beneath the most subhuman of creatures and life. His intelligence slipped away from his grasp, as the last king of the Yan faced the same fate as the last king of every dynasty prior.

Devoured utterly by the fox of the heavens, their flesh repurposed to birth monstrosity that surpassed even their own repugnant and loathsome nature.

All around him, his aids and guards laughed and cackled, under the thrall of his "Servant" and her true master, undeluded by the pride of their birth or promises of an inhuman being.

Huli Jing reclined upon the blubbery mound of flesh that was her latest consort, plump legs crossed, and fingers tapping upon her cheek as she felt Lieren approach her, and saw it with her own eyes, though his mere presence now burned her being. A wicked smile danced across her lips as she tilted her head, raising an upturned palm to the guards and monstrosities that populated the core of the Celestial Incarnation Palace.

"Greet him" She commanded, eyes glinting with the merriment of a predator who has spotted its prey.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7SvPlLdV8Xg
Your body tensed, as the sensation of thousands upon thousands of heated needles piercing your skin coursed across the entirety of your body, saturating every atom and molecule of your being. Piercing not only your skin, or flesh, but stabbing straight into the core of your being. The soul within your temporal vessel writhered and screamed in discomfort, as tears flowed freely from your golden eyes across your cheeks.

Evil so potent, it became a tangible force, like the heat of a forge or the winds of a storm. The air was thick with such inhuman foulness and unthinkable perversions against morality and the very laws and order of nature. The burning pain upon your brown you experienced when faced with such unsurpassed wickedness had progressed into a splitting and agonizing pain you had never experienced before.

Every fiber of your being bellowed for murderer, to slaughter all that existed beneath such a heavy shroud of abomination and monstrosity. Drool dripped over your teeth, falling over your chin as you stood, and shuddered with a rage incomprehensible to even yourself.
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>>4721706

Your hands clenched into fists so tight, blood was drawn from your palms as your skin paled and pulled taught to form the near demonic grimace you now wore upon your face.

The horrors and atrocities within the sixth and final palace of the Yan, were so terrible, your eyes nearly refused to look upon them.

So disturbing were the acts and crimes committed by the court of the Yan king, that if you had eaten before coming to the capital, you would have emptied the contents of your stomach to the ground. Every breath was a dry retched, your chest heaved as you stepped closer.

The only meat served in these halls were that of men, children lay starved in the darkness, as mutilated and mutated creatures brayed to the night, tormented and molested by the subhuman wretches of the most "honored" of noble lineages, mere feral beasts indulging in every inhuman whimsy or desire that crossed their diseased minds. Your rage was so potent, you imagined it may comes screaming out of you as an uncontained fire.

Living murals of flesh and skin. Piles of uncovered flesh mindlessly coupling carnally together, packs of men driven rabid pulling down their slaves like wild animals after game, pulling them apart with their hands and teeth. Children, cowering before brutes of prodigious girth and towering muscle. Infants roasting upon spits and cauldrons of oil. Men laughing as they were dissected and butchered alive.

A raging storm screamed in your mind. Chanting slaughter, slaughter, slaughter, slaughter, like a monk's mantra, as you stood frothing at the mouth, in both disgust and fury at the horrific sights that stood before your eyes.

A gong shattered pierced through the buzzing in your skull, as howls and cheers of lunatics pierced the darkness of the palace.

It began. The final obstacle between you and your quarry. Between you and Yan Weizha, and more importantly the last trial keeping you from the evil spirit Called Huli Jing.

Wiping the spittle from your mouth, you stepped forward, prepared to cut down anything that stood before you and your most hateful of enemies.

What shall you do, Lieren?
>Shouting verses of the journey, unleash the might of the Chendao upon these wretches, no one shall escape with their lives
>Roar in animalistic fury. And show these abominable cretins what an "Ogre" you can be when pushed to the limits of your compassion and empathy
>Silence the screaming rage in your mind, and walk forward undaunted, cutting down all who step in your path, calmly singing a folk song as you march towards the gates of Jade
>You shall not stain the legacy of Small Chen with such filth. Wield the twin Dao instead, and become a wirlwind of death, utilizing the carp style to dance through the coming horde as you butcher its members.
>Write in?

Are you ready for Lieren's toughest fight yet?

Here's some fitting music to accompany the battle to come, against Huli Jing the beguiler of dynasties

https://youtu.be/wm6vU23R2Qo
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>>4721713
>Silence the screaming rage in your mind, and walk forward undaunted, cutting down all who step in your path, calmly singing a folk song as you march towards the gates of Jade
I'm listening to this and it fit the scenes well
https://youtu.be/cXeHwhLPKz8
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>>4721713
>Shouting verses of the journey, unleash the might of the Chendao upon these wretches, no one shall escape with their lives
>Roar in animalistic fury. And show these abominable cretins what an "Ogre" you can be when pushed to the limits of your compassion and empathy
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>>4721692
>Only purely out of necessity.
So He says. Everyone to question him on that has wound up dead or (((convinced))) of their incorrect viewpoint. It would be a mistake to think He's above hubris, things would have been changed for the better if any of His sons were willing to respectfully and level-headedly call Him on His shit.

As for Kanzeon, that's a whole 'nother fish fry. We'll need to make friends with some cogboys of dubious loyalty to the Fabricator General stat.

>>4721713
>>Write in?
>Every step of your Journey has brought you to this moment. Draw from the lessons you've learned from on the way. Move like Jinhai, think like the Black General, strike like Cui Fui, feel like Guozhi. With our lessons, we have empowered our allies and brought them to where they are now. Now, with the lessons we've learned from them, shall we bring ourselves to the end of this Journey and prepare to begin another.
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>>4721713
>Sing verse of the song "Kind Golden Eyes." Give the few slaves here hope, or something to believe in. Let the demons burn under you deliverance.
>You shall not stain the legacy of Small Chen with such filth. Wield the twin Dao instead, and become a wirlwind of death, utilizing the carp style to dance through the coming horde as you butcher its members.
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>>4721713
backing this
>>>4721741
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>>4721713
>>4721735
Support?
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>>4721713
>Silence the screaming rage in your mind, and walk forward undaunted, cutting down all who step in your path, calmly singing a folk song as you march towards the gates of Jade
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>>4721741
Tbf the Emperor is a Pskyer > Scientist > people person. Hes only so charismatic because of his passive psyker powers, but that's not to say hes charismatic. Hes just mare magically potent. Also, GamesWorkshop and other authors did our Golden boy dirty.
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>>4721695
>"All I care for, is that I may do more good than ill, regardless of the means employed"
and so our fall to Chaos truly begins
>>4721713
>>4721741
Backing the write-in, I like it.
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>>4721757
If we're being honest here this was one of the best, if not THE only best choice we could had made. I mean, now I kind of wondered if the Twins could had been saved, but that incestuous relationship had to go.
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>>4721713
>Silence the screaming rage in your mind, and walk forward undaunted, cutting down all who step in your path, calmly singing a folk song as you march towards the gates of Jade
>Shouting verses of the journey, unleash the might of the Chendao upon these wretches, no one shall escape with their lives
Rest in peaces Twin princes, you apperantly weren't so bad.
I have no regrets though.
>>4721658
>Denying our lord and saviour Malal
Those are strong words anon. Strong but wrong.
>>4721692
>Only purely out of necessity.
That's a lie that the Emperor perpetuates. The psykershamans that made him were god kings that made a cabal so they could rule humanity from the shadows. It's obvious that the emperor continued that. He doesn't care about humanity, only his vision of how things should be. A tyrant in a cloak is still a tyrant.
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>>4721713
>Silence the screaming rage in your mind, and walk forward undaunted, cutting down all who step in your path, calmly singing a folk song as you march towards the gates of Jade

Let's fuck them up but let's do so with Zen and chill. If we reign our rage in an scenario as anthitetical as this one, there will be basically few things that can push us over the edge (and if we ever go berserker it'll have a lot of narrative weight and warp/conceptual weight, it will most likely be for a legendary reason, in an epic moment and the results will be either glorious, badass and beneficial or dreadful, badass and no bueno. Either way, it will add a lot of dramatism)
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>>4721756
>Hes only so charismatic because of his passive psyker powers
Exactly the reason we need to tell him that sometimes he's acts less like a 40,000-year-old god and more like a 14-year-old redditor. He's so convinced that the path he sees before him is the only right one that any ideas that conflict with his grand plan are to be destroyed immediately and utterly. BL has admittedly made him seem even more stupid recently, but he wasn't all that reasonable a guy prior to shit like Saturnine.
>>4721757
Yeah, that's a big fucking warning sign. We gotta do some introspection there, that line of thinking is what did/will do a few of our brothers in.
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>>4721713
>Silence the screaming rage in your mind, and walk forward undaunted, cutting down all who step in your path, calmly singing a folk song as you march towards the gates of Jade
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>>4721773
I think once this is all said and done we should do some reflection on what we did and how that compares to the dishonour we forced upon Dai Nui with the Betrayal of the Turtles.

It wouldn't be the first time we've done something only to realize that it was a little short-sighted later on; remember Tax Collector Ling.
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>>4721713
>Silence the rage
>Shout verses of the journey
Support >>4721741


She robbed us of our prey. Harlot.
But now we must be careful that our rage isn't spilled unto the innocent and the abused, ensure that only the wicked are torn apart.
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>>4721767
On tip, if you want to make a critic about the Emperor, don't praise a chaos god in the same post
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>>4721787
The prey remains, she just made Yan's outer appearence reflect his inner soul and hearth
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>>4721785
I agree. It's fine that we've made these mistakes, it makes us seem more human. But only so long as we learn not to repeat them. Going for the fastest way to surmount an obstacle isn't always (or even often) the best way and time wasn't exactly of the essence in the garden. I don't think that anything we could've done on our way to Yan was going to have any impact on Cao Yunru's mission.
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>>4721794
He can't run like that.
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>>4721767
Tyrant or not, he is the best hope for humanity. That's an undisputed fact. More so in the 41th millennia since he is the kingpin holding the Imperium together. Hes not a perfect person so hes bound to make mistakes, but he's still leagues better than chaotic maniacs that eat babies and skull fucks your grandma.

>>4721773
>Criminal competency, not gonna have the Nebula connected to muh horse's normal life.
Again. GW did Bug E dirty by making him so retarded with their canon changes.

>>4721785
Taking after Dad, right?
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>>4721797
Good
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>>4721713
>Because of your foolishness, the offering has been lessened from thousands of souls to a mere seven
Was Lieren's enhanced hearing able to pick that up? Will killing any of these forsaken servants and abominations further empower the demon?
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>>4721802
Hardly a satisfying hunt. It's more euthanasia.

>>4721806
She said that the city isn't being sacrified anymore, only the Yan line is.
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>>4721799
I have doubts as to the amount of reflection the Emperor ever actually partook in.
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>>4721793
The malal thing is a meme.
But the emperor one is serious
>>4721799
He's the best bet because he made sure to eliminate all other options before they could get too powerful.
It's very easy to claim a monopoly if you kill every that could ever compete.
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>>4721807
Cause Cao Yunru had suddenly become possessed by a rather uncharacteristic valor. Wonder what the cause of that could possibly be?
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>>4721817
I know why it is.

And of course, the reason is because good men with a mission of mercy shall not be stopped by any tyrant's blade.
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>>4721799
He's not humanity's best hope though, his fuckups led to incalculable loss of life and the complete regression of the society he built on the bodies of anyone to tell him "no." The Interex had a better handle on things by far. Chaos knew that and made sure they were removed as players.
Also,
>The God-Emperor of Mankind
>EVER admitting he's done something wrong

>>4721817
Oh dear.
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>>4721816
As someone that has read what little info exists about the Rangdan Xenocides, I don’t think there was a chance of humanity surviving without the Emperor.
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>>4721822
I wouldn't worry about it
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>>4721817
Lieren's secret power?

>>4721822
>GW
>never wrong
>ever
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>>4721741
support


>>4721713
"The more i look here, the more this fortify my disgust for evil. If you believe that i will follow your path of degeneracy, think again evil spirit. Be you or any other evil spirit, i will erase them. Evil may change masks, may change manners, may change words but it doesn t matter. Reality it self rejects you. The air escapes, the ground breaks, the fire goes out and the water evaporates."
"You remain evil and nothing else. In the name of the people i love and the ones i want to save, prepare to not exist anymore."
Begin chanting verses of the journey with a firm and calm voice, while watching the shadows for enemies and any tendrils of sorcery.
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>>4721836
>>GW
>>never wrong
>>ever
Literally never said that.
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>>4721713
>Shouting verses of the journey, Silence the screaming rage in your mind, and eield the twin Dao instead, and become a whirlwind of death, utilizing the carp style to dance through the coming horde as you butcher its members.


I think this is a good combo. Master our rage, start with the Journey Mantras, and then pull out the Power Swords.
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>>4721741
supporting this
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>>4721713
>>Silence the screaming rage in your mind, and walk forward undaunted, cutting down all who step in your path, calmly singing a folk song as you march towards the gates of Jade
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>>4721741
+1
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>>4721817
"The only human to ever land a hit on us"
>OH NO....
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>>4721817
Well...thanks Malal/Malice I guess.
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>>4721817
The sign of yet another brave and ready journeyman that will walk with Lieren in the future
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also i like the song for this boss battle. It fits for this evil spirit.
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For what it matters, I feel somewhat . . Not ashamed, since we did nothing wrong. But disappointed at the deaths of the first and second princes since they seem to have followed similar paths to Cui Fu but them being Yan means that it's almost certain that they are as terrible monsters as their siblings.

I dunno, it's just that their guards are still loyal to them after their deaths strikes me as odd for abusive and depraved tyrants.
Not to say they should have been spared, perhaps just a bit of regret that they didn't die in a duel/had to be born Yan. "Mourn the men and women that could have been"
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>>4721886
My regret with how we handled the first and second is not that they died, but the manner in which we conducted ourselves up to and immediately following their deaths. Face is important for upstart rulers and we lost some by behaving dishonorably and for no real gain. That line about not caring about the means so long as the end is "good" is something to worry about too.
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>>4721900
The chinese system of face is retarded and destroying it is an overall positive for Shangrala.
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>>4721868
Cui Fu becoming a daemon of Lieren and possesed to gun guy?

>>4721886
>>4721900
Same. We're gonna need lots of praying, burning, and reflecting after all is said and done. Oh and lots of foam.
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>>4721905
Tell that to the people we're trying to win over. And to the people we've made think we're an honorable person all this time.
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>>4721900
Lieren is more concetrated on efficiency and with an high guard for any evil right now. Taking them out immediatly at range was quite efficient.
For what he know they could have suddenly mutate or starting throwing at him crackling energy from the tip of their sabers.

But i think he will probably talk with the old guard later on, and ask him about the two twins. That would allow him to reflect and understand more.
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>>4721909
Is there a way to rid the world of Tyrants without you becoming a Tyrant yourself?
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>>4721912
Honour and face are different.
And that's why it's fucking retarded.
And if the voted depended on only me, than I would.
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>>4721915
Is a man held back by familial and societal obligations no higher than the slave he owns?
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>>4721913
Support. Anyone keeping track of our ever growing to do list of things to do after we murder blend chaos?

>>4721915
become an advisor and supervior to those next in line to rule the planet, i'unno supreme lord of education and healthcare.
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>>4721905
It's not a Chinese system retard, that may be what it's called in Asia but every ruler, every boss, every person in a position of power since the beginning of humanity has needed to have "face"

Face is our reputation, it's what drives others to fight and obey us, whether that face is competency or tyrrany varies from person to person, but there is no denying that our actions with the twins have damaged our "face" and therefore our cause
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>>4721913
Efficiency is another pitfall for us to fall into though. Primarchs are predisposed to hyperfixation and efficiency is something that when prioritized above all else, will cost lives. We should be wary of such things.

>>4721919
Different, but linked, and inextricably so where this culture is concerned. People act honorably and gain/maintain face. People act dishonorably and they lose face. Look at what happened to the Turtles if you want proof of that.
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>>4721924
The only retard here is you, because the yan are based on china and their system is called face.
>>4721925
Not really, a dishonourable person can have face while a honourable one can't, and that's why it's a bad system.
If it really needs to exist, replace it with a honour system, not a confucian code created so you have to suck up to those in power and they can do whatever they want and as long as they order it in a specific way it must be considered good.
Until they are overthrowed, and them they were all monster and the ones that took over are perfect, can do no wrong and any and all crimes that happened are lirs and slander and you have to be executed and your family ostracised for even considering otherwise.
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>>4721900
Maybe. Killing them like that was the better move, since their blades would have destroyed our ChenDao. And we were nothing if not honest with them. But I'm not entirely convinced they didn't deserve their final battle.
Maybe they were just as black hearted as the others, but I'm not convinced.

>>4721909
Los of reflection. It is important to maintain our sanity and self.
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>>4721923
>Continue building Great Road
>Reestablish Monk order
>Establish School of The Fog Panther Style
>Excavate Kanzeon
Related to the above, I think we might have invent some sort of Excavator and Dump Truck in order to move the amount of soil we are going to have to move.
>End scarcity
>Find out what causes the ever present fog on this planet.
>Recover DAOT stuff.
>If our father/Gouzhi dies, search far and wide for their reincarnated form so he may return to our side. (Read: one day be turned into a Space Marine).
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Face_(sociological_concept)
Face exists in more than just China, bros
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>>4721932
God fucking damn, an actual retard is here honestly believing that his atrocious takes are somehow enlightened, I feel bad for the hole that spat you out
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>>4721932
>Not really, a dishonourable person can have face while a honourable one can't
That isn't true, even where the Yan are concerned. Their guards didn't like them, they either stuck around because even if the men they served were disgustingly cruel hedonists, they still had divine right or because they themselves were disgustingly cruel hedonists.
A degree of transparency in the ruling class is all that's needed to counteract the flaws you see. Transparency that we shouldn't have a problem with, so long as we maintain our honor.
>>4721941
>Killing them like that was the better move, since their blades would have destroyed our ChenDao
Valuing material possessions, even one as important as our weapon, over honor is foolish. I'll remind you we made our armor to honor Chen's memory too and it's been torn to shit without nary a tear shed. Worst case outcome of us fighting them, the chendao breaks and we have to repair it.
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>>4721952
Yeah ok, Chang, go do whathever you want. It's more freedom than you have over there anyway.
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>>4721713
>>Silence the screaming rage in your mind, and walk forward undaunted, cutting down all who step in your path, calmly singing a folk song as you march towards the gates of Jade

It is good to remember exactly what we fight for.
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>>4721961
It's partly that it would break a material possesion and more importantly that it would break our weapon prior to attempting to kill what I am mildly sure is a greater daemon of Slannesh.
And yes while now we know that we could use their swords, that wasn't a certainty prior to our examination of them. Even then the swords aren't made or balanced for our hands.
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>>4721528
When Lieran thinks no one is watching in his quarters in the flagship but our A.I friend records it for his sons.
https://youtu.be/ldzzIJlKOlA
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>>4721961
But it is though, the term face are separeted into 3 forms, I will call them glory, honour and reputation ti make it simpler.
And can very well have one and nit the other, and I deeply believe that only the one on how truthfull you are is the one that should matter. With the advent of artillery and gunfire, the martial honour is going to die, and only really is going to matter to our space marines so they can make dumb decision like the chapter master dueling a daemon and dying instead of having everyone shoot him.
And while that's is true, having a system in place specificaly on how much of a suck up to those in power is an excenllent way to them grow egotistical.
It is better to reform it than to mantain it.
Also I feel the need to tell you that I appreciate you actually debating this and presenting arguments and rebuttals.
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>>4721981
Lieren dancing on the graves of tyrants also works, lol
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>>4721981
Your post brought memories of an old FF7 fanfic depicting Shinra SOLDIERs slice of life story where Zack was caught on camera dancing
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>>4721961
And as a minor point, I would remind you that Honour and face are valuble commodities but the death of tyrants and spreading of prosperity surmounts those commodities a dozen fold and should be Spent whenever required to achieve these goals.

"Whenever required" is a subject to debate but the point is that we shouldn't forget what is actually important.
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>>4721946
>properly burying and mourning Chen
>better education system
>keep the planet green
>remove incest, or at the least make it so people related to each other don't fuck too close to the family tree.
>reverse engineer all the tech we find
>free the Vishnu
I know I'm missing a good dozen of points.
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>>4721988
>bring our pod to kanzeon
>go through puberty
>search for more secrets of the world
>marry daiyu and jinhai
>decide whether Feng should become planetary governor or leader of nowhere and the panthers
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>>4721984
"It was upon our final victory against the tyrants that our brothers were witness upon something that some would remember till their dying days. Our father, the Primarch Lieran, began to perform a dancing routine that none of us had witnessed before. It involved a lot of crotch grabbing and pelvic thrusts and something that no man had witnessed before. He was attempting to walk forwards but was instead moving backwards! Before he performed a pose where he was pointing at one of the tyrants graves with a broad smile on his face!" -Excerpt from the 2nd Legion archives, first generation of non-terra born Space Marines
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>>4721946
>>4721988
>Medicine improvements
>Fix Kang, Feng and our follower's bodies with above
>open diplomatic ties/scout out how many tyrants there are around us
>kick start the industrial revolution
>Go back to our egg and drain the last of the information from it
>Set up the telephone and long range communications
>Create a new lingua franka [maybe]
>Map out our territories correctly
>spread the prosperity of the lands of Gao to the rest of the empire
>Hang the remaining tyrants
>Visit the monks of Dao

Busy busy busy
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>>4721995
Well the graves of the monks of Dao.
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>>4721993
"And at the end he proclaimed: Hee Hee!."
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>>4721980
>that wasn't a certainty prior to our examination of them
A sword is a sword, whether or not we can use one is only determined by whether or not we're physically capable of picking it up and swinging it.
>Even then the swords aren't made or balanced for our hands
We're a primarch, mate. We'd be fine. We killed that Vishnu psyker with our hands and bits of our armor.
>>4721982
>With the advent of artillery and gunfire, the martial honour is going to die
Under normal circumstances, I'd agree 100%. But this is Warhammer, the setting in which almost anyone, when given the choice between shooting someone with a pistol that shoots small suns and beating them to death with a comically large hammer, the hammer will win out.
>having a system in place specificaly on how much of a suck up to those in power is an excenllent way to them grow egotistical
But we've already cultivated a sort of microculture among our inner circle that doesn't think that way, without changing views on face intrinsically. Additionally, only one of the three aspects of face mentioned can be gained by being a suck up, the other two require action. If anything, the Yan have taken the concept of face and corrupted it, returning it to how it was meant to be would solve the problems you're (reasonably) bringing up.
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>BREED our beloved bloodthirsty battlehorse
>make sure that our old ox lives out his final days in peace
>spend time with pops and maybe hook him up with someone (it's not too late for him to get it on, I want a little brother)
>choose a new emperor who we will advise because fuck if we are going to do all this and then never get around to it because we must hold court or some shit
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>>4721980
>>4721982
>Even then the swords aren't made or balanced for our hands.
>With the advent of artillery and gunfire, the martial honour is going to die
Eh. Later.

>>4721946
>>4721991
>>4721995
>>4722012
>become an advisor and supervior to those next in line to rule the planet
>i'unno supreme lord of education and healthcare.
>Continue building Great Road
>Reestablish Monk order
>Establish School of The Fog Panther Style
>Excavate Kanzeon
Related to the above, I think we might have invent some sort of Excavator and Dump Truck in order to move the amount of soil we are going to have to move.
>End scarcity
>Find out what causes the ever present fog on this planet.
>Recover DAOT stuff.
>If our father/Gouzhi dies, search far and wide for their reincarnated form so he may return to our side. (Read: one day be turned into a Space Marine).
>properly burying and mourning Chen
>better education system
>keep the planet green
>remove incest, or at the least make it so people related to each other don't fuck too close to the family tree.
>reverse engineer all the tech we find
>free the Vishnu
>bring our pod to kanzeon
>go through puberty
>search for more secrets of the world
>marry daiyu and jinhai
>decide whether Feng should become planetary governor or leader of nowhere and the panthers
>Medicine improvements
>Fix Kang, Feng and our follower's bodies with above
>open diplomatic ties/scout out how many tyrants there are around us
>kick start the industrial revolution
>Go back to our egg and drain the last of the information from it
>Set up the telephone and long range communications
>Create a new lingua franka [maybe]
>Map out our territories correctly
>spread the prosperity of the lands of Gao to the rest of the empire
>Hang the remaining tyrants
>Visit the graves of the monks of Dao.
>BREED our beloved bloodthirsty battlehorse
>make sure that our old ox lives out his final days in peace
>spend time with pops and maybe hook him up with someone (it's not too late for him to get it on, I want a little brother)
>choose a new emperor who we will advise because fuck if we are going to do all this and then never get around to it because we must hold court or some shit
>meditate more with our monk friend to understand one's self better, and the intricacies of the soul
What I got so far, the last one is my own addition

>>4722012
>I want a little brother
He is waaaay too old, but another wife his age wouldn't be bad.
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>>4722012
I can absolutely see us being a good, but perpetually absent leader. We'll have servants sprinting around the palace trying to find us because the Vishnu delegates are arriving tomorrow and we'll be having poetry-writing and handholding time with shipfu. Else we just let Daiyu become Empress, she has noble blood and a good head on her shoulders. And it makes sense, at least aesthetically for the dragon to be the symbol of the ruling house.
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>>4722004
A sword isn't a sword, in this sense. If it's too small for us to use then we won't be using it well and that can cost us. There is a reason that badly weighted swords and overlarge one's are not used by those who don't have extensive training with it.
There's also the fact we may have broken said swords, but that doesn't bear considering.

On the topic of being a primarch, yeeeeeeeeeees we are basically unbeatable by any mortal or normal foe. However greater daemons, which I will reiterate is what I believe the harlot to be, have time and again proved to be the equal of any given primarch in physicality. And we would be fighting them with steel rather than power armour and such weapons? I'd rather use shit that's made to our specs for that.
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>>4722017
I wonder how Big E would react to Lieren not actually instating himself as the supreme ruler of the planet.
If I recall, that seemed to be something of a common theme with the Primarchs who weren't born into slavery or other unfortunate conditions.
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>>4722004
>We're a primarch, mate. We'd be fine. We killed that Vishnu psyker with our hands and bits of our armor.

Fulgrim's Laer Blade says hi. No but seriously, we know that there's some serious Slaaneshi shit going on here, it makes sense to not needlessly risk corruption this early on.
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>>4722017
>>4722015
I disagree with the concept of not being the leader of the nation, Since I don't trust that to not be abused in some manner.

I think the most satisfied I could be is being the "administrator" of the lands of Yan [which we need to rename] and installing a monarch-regent to rule while we are busy dealing with shit.

When we are gone, properly, they would be rulers but until that time we have effective abilities to employ resources however we wish or need, in the perpetuation of prosperity. But that means we are effectively kings without the court duties.
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>>4722024
Well, it's not like most of said planets (looking at you, Kurze!) weren't improved by them taking control.
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>>4722024
Surprise

>>4722026
We need to make it a severe point to do some EXTREME self meditation, purification of the swords/spear/tail, and kung fu discipline.
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>>4722017
No not daiyu, jinhai or Feng, maybe even the general, but definitely not daiyu
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>>4722004
True enough.
As long as the slave mentality one is eliminated I'm happy.
I still believe that the martial honour will end up impeding our sons from taking a more pragmatic aproach, or give them an air of hypocrisy if they end up emulating us and still qualifying their actions as honorable. Because even though we do take enemies on our own, we still do it through subterfuge and underhanded method, like scaling their walls and faci g them alone on their quarters, or isolating them of allies. And the only time we fought against people alone in manner that would be tradiotional martial hpnour was when assaulting the Mao castle, and it was because Lieren was of his limits, not to fight fair.
And although our victories against the corrupted monster could count, since they were "beasts", it could also be seem more of a form of hunt than normal battle or warfare.
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>>4722027
That's pretty much the same thing as not being the king I think? Being king means we'll be stuck with bureaucratic work, while if we take a lower position we'll be free of paperwork to peruse things for the betterment pf the planet. We'll also still sorta be the ruler of the world in all but name

>>4722031
Maybe we could make it a council of people.
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So we're definitely tearing the palace apart after all this, right?
I'm talking from the highest ceilings to the absolute depth of the foundation.
This shithole is a massive waste of resources and land, and only serves as a reminder of the cruelty and oppression of the Yan Dynasty.
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>>4722020
>If it's too small for us to use then we won't be using it well and that can cost us
If it's to small, we can use them well, just as knives. I'd imagine that's what the vote to use them would have us doing, dao are shorter-bladed swords as is.
>However greater daemons, which I will reiterate is what I believe the harlot to be
It'd be pretty lore-breaking for us, as a non-fully grown primarch, to kill a greater daemon, which is why I don't think she's quite that powerful. She's performing a role and is much more similar in size to a daemonette, which act as agents of She Who Thirsts. Probably mid-tier.
>>4722024
My idea was that she'd rule, but still be subordinate to us. Appointing someone to rule each region of the world directly, and then reporting to us, would leave us free to put our focus elsewhere.
>>4722026
The six-pointed spear we've been carrying says hi right back. We're fine, Malal has debunked chaos hyperparanoia time and time again.
>>4722034
>And the only time we fought against people alone in manner that would be tradiotional martial hpnour was when assaulting the Mao castle
Cui Fu is sad you've forgotten him so quickly.
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>>4722017
Hey, Jinhai and Dayu are fucking, so that puts two of our trusted companions on the throne if we make him the emperor. It might work.
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>>4722039
I can't forget best boy, unfortunaly he was one that we use underhanded methods to get him in that situation to begin with.
>>4722026
We are not getting corrupted out of nowhere, Malal already told it would have some sort of warning, and used Fulgrim and his blade as an example of a shit way to corrupt someone.
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>>4722036
of course. the soil beneath this place needs to be burned, salted, and recycled.
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>>4722036
I do think we should. Yes.

>>4722039
Maybe. It doesn't hurt to be cautious.
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>>4722057
No maybes about it. Malal has said, clearly and multiple times, that he isn't going to doom us to space hell if we pick up something warpy. If we started to cut through fuckers with the daos, and were described as feeling a sense of rapturous bliss, we'd know not to use them again.
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>>4722065
It was more "be cautious about the strength of this ancient and very cunning demon" than any worry about being corrupted. I think we can't be corrupted by this harlot, not as we are. All she could do is try and sow some seeds.
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>>4721713
>Shouting verses of the journey, Silence the screaming rage in your mind, and eield the twin Dao instead, and become a whirlwind of death, utilizing the carp style to dance through the coming horde as you butcher its members.
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>>4722085
I have this idea in my head that a small sect of Daemons of Slannesh simp over Lieren because of how polar opposite he is to the ideas of their lord. Like the fat neckbeard and the MyFans cam slut, to Lieren and daemonettes. The forbidden fruit of demons because being near him or even looking at his will cause them intense pain.

>Window from the warp to the material realm created by a cleaver Lord of Change
>user XxCoomHornsxX donated 100 Eldar soul stones for a ten terran month subscriptions
>daemon subscribers hugging their Lieren dakkies burning
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>>4722107
Oh please journey stop. Please.
I feel immensely uncomfortable being objectified and profited off of by demons.
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>>4722114
>user XxDoubleDDameonPeexX: plz Lieren show cloth love you long time worship feet
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>>4722012
We should also talk with the loyal guards of the twins to understand the people we killed. So far the only sin I seen them commiting was incest, and that's on the low end of crimes people can do. Well it's not nessassary illegal but more not recommended.
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>>4721913
>>4721900
>>4721785
>>4721761
For all the talk the playerbase made during the last vote against granting them the duel the twins were far more noble warriors than Lieren at that point. I voted to give them the duel because I knew they were the “ideal warriors” type meaning they held honor and glory in high regard. Not to mention Lieren’s actions backfired there.
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>>4722125
I'll be straight with you, I don't even think Incest is a crime or sin by the journey's standards either. Probably through an oversight of just not considering it [which we should probably fix], but the most I can conclude was Lieren didn't see any virtue in their short explaination of their mission statement. But that may have been slightly biased from them being Yan.

>>4722129
It's regrettable with hindsight, but nothing that bad in the grand scheme of things. Their surname being Yan kind of poisions us against them by default.
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>>4722129
As I've said hundreds of times, Chaos has no respect or mercy for anyone or anything, so we should have no respect or mercy for them. They had psyker precog, probably biomancy and powerswords, also near-supernatural skill. We had a steel Chendao that would have been torn to ribbons with a few hits, then we would have been wounded, and the two incestual monsters that you are lamenting over would have claimed the honor of being the first human to harm Lieren, then we would have killed them to literally no gain after taking a massive loss of face, honor and the increase of our personal anger and spite. This would have caused a massive saltstorm, because Cui Fu is a symbol of a powerful foe we could respect as a warrior and mourn as a person, and even he didn't land a single hit on us, meanwhile, this fucks could due to the circumstances
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>>4722133
We've made a MAJOR oversight it seems. Actions have been made and we cant reverse our mistakes. I hope that we all learned something valuable from this encounter. I think after this is said and done, we should bury the twins together in a dignified manner in a proper cemetary, pray that they stay with each other again in the afterlife, and once ever decade we visit their graves to plant new flowers.
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>>4722140
Hey hey hey. Let's just mourn for what could had been.
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>>4722125
The other brother said they were easy to spite and quick to punish, so they probably had a sadistic streak we didn't get to see because of how fast we killed them.
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>>4721741
Supporting. Stop, calm as much as possible, and unload our fury on them with a clear mind.
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>>4722143
They probably had some personal code of honour with obtuse laws no one knew, and demanded duels if anyone breached any of them. And I bet those duels were slow and painful for their foes.
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>>4722141
It was not a mistake, they were monsters. Their younger brother, a guy who used the various fluids and sustances of people he tortured to PAINT A FUCKING CANVAS though about this guys as monsters. He probably did this because they were really good at fighting, but they were the heirs to Yan, a man who enjoyed corruption, explored the limits of depravity an held excess above all else. If this guys were honorable Khornates, or non depraved in any way, the Greater daemon of slaanesh would have brutalized them and then selected a more suitable heir amongst the other insane slaaneshi brothers. Stop humanizing the chaos cultists, they are not human
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>>4722143
Right of course, but that doesnt make me feel any less sad. Lieren's almost tongue savy as Lorgar to convince people to not be assholes.

Should we try playing diplomat a little harder next time we're in a similar situation? We probably wont.
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>>4722141
Don't be so quick to claim this a mistake. They still had to die and we have no idea the full extent of their tyranny.

The disappointment I feel is mostly stemming from our usual tradition of allowing the condemned a final satisfaction and them not being as bad as their siblings, who need I remind you are sadists, torturers, idolent idiots and people hunting monsters. It's not a high bar but it is one of comaprison.

>>4722143
Seems likely.

>>4722149
A personal code doesn't excuse your sadism as "justified" especially if nobody else knows the rules.
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>>4722150
I am sad
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>>4722151
We won't. We shouldn't, they are walking memetic hazards waiting to happpen
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>>4722149
They seem to exemplify the slaneshi principle of perfection in combat. So some incredibly fancy moves, sistematicaly servering the foe tendons to them cut their throat, in something akin to a bloody dance. And than making out covering in blood later in their incestous relantionship.
If they had real honour, they would be khornate. And guess who hates Slannesh and would have rebelled against their father?
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>>4722155
My sad feels have been cured. Thank you.
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>>4722141
The mistake wasn't killing them, it was killing them the way we did. That doesn't merit treating them like innocents we slaughtered out of negligence.
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>>4722153
I'm sorry to hear this, but if you read any book or play any game about W40K, people that spare cultists in any way are fucked over by the universe (even harder than normal), then killed or corrupted
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>>4721713
Hey Malal? Due to passive primarch bullshit warp magic, if Lieren nutted on a tree, would the tree become pregnant?
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>>4722161
Is this a question to know if we can get our ship pregnant?
I'm sad to tell you that the Emperor did everything he could to make the primarchs sterile.
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>>4722161
What
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>>4722166
I dont believe you provide sauce
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>>4722166
Also what, Where the fuck did you read THAT?
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>>4722169

The fact that none of the primarchs have kids?
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>>4722169
>>4722170
It's mainly speculation, but given that they don't seem to have a sex drive and that no space marinea have children, and neither Fulgrim nor Leman did, then it's probable that they are sterile.
And if I remember correctly, the Emperor sees them and the marines as tools to conquer the galaxy, as they aren't their view on what humanities future should be. Just like the thunder warriors, they aren't supposed to spread, but be used and then discarted.
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>>4722175
>Don't have a sex drive
>Fulgrim
>Lemen Russ


Its like the Emperor not MANY people can survive big PP or be capable about stuff.
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>>4722161
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>>4722180
Well, they could be like gorillas, a big body and a small tool.
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>>4722161
Lieren is a primarch, not a greek god
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>>4722166
>>4722174
>>4722175
>>4722187
If enough people believe in Lieren'a cock, he could have a kid, sterility/lack of sex drive or not.
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>>4722161
Slaanesh spotted, rake him.
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>>4722189
Found the Ork.
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>>4722189
So the power of Malal will give him a working penis?
>>4722190
Damn slaneshi canadians, spreading their maple syrup everywhere.
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>>4722190
>MY LORD HUNGERS FOR SEXY VIRGIN PRIMARCHS
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>>4722189
Fuckin slanneshi Orks
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>>4722194
But Mala hates life if anything he would make him double sterile.
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>>4722142
They would have always been Incestous degenerates
>>4722152
>>4722150
It wasn't a mistake to kill them, maybe not even in the way that we did it. Our mistake was not considering how it would make those underneath them, who haven't been corrupted might perceive it.

We basically Indiana Jones'd these two in a society where that brings great social consequences, and we ordered someone else to sacrifice their social standing as well. If we want to sully our legacy with actions like that, that's one thing. Lieren is powerful enough that his force of will will probably overcome any story told about him. But ordering someone else, a normal human, to do something that will take generations to overcome, I think, is an entirely different thing.
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>>4722205
He is also pure chaos and a contrarian, so he may make him triply fertile, and then make him double sterile, turning Lieren into a normal person.
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>>4722175
Aren't the Salamanders mentioned as having families? And then there's Lukas the Trickster among the Space Wolves, who's planted not so much a family tree as a family FOREST of bastards with mortal lovers.
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>>4722210
I want Lieren to full Nelson Kanzeon
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>>4722015

I have thought more about doing things, after the palace battle and i have reorganize it in 3 parts.
First part is in the immediate, exactly after the palace battle. Second and third part (second part would be a plan for yang reconstruction, third part is the exscavation project for kazeon mountain) are presented during a diet.

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Lieren with victory achieved, and the evil spirit obliterated will begin thinking in resolving immediate problems.
Of course with a cleansing of his body and spirit first.
First in order is to take over the capital. This will allow to have the city guards and the citizens under his command. With this accomplish, we will deliver the following orders as well partecipate in them :

- send a messenger out to our army for deliver the victory.
- take out the brutalized corpses of servants and dissidents from the palace and give them burial and honors
- take out anything that can be of use and can be used from the palace. (coins, food stuff untouched by drugs or not drowned in spices, simple furniture and equipment and so on). Anything vulgar, tainted or wicked will be left inside, so that it can be destroyed alongside the palace.
- Setting up a medical camp in the capital to heal the numerous wounded and cripples in the palace.
- Capture all the tryants in the city for give them judgement.
- Take out gunpowder from under the city, better safety
- Complete destruction of the king palace, as well any symbol of Yang rule across the capital or the state.
- Destruction or Purification of the relic weapons that used the Yang. Guozhi will be called for aid us on this matter, as well for have a much needed chat. (If they can be pure again, this weapons could be gifted to our loyal companions)

Following a few days/week

- Order of immediate surrender and pacification of the provinces to all Yang vassals. Last judgments and purges of the remaining corrupted and wicked, when we take their families. Armed opposition will be met by our army.

War ends

- Mourn Chen and the rest of the fallen
- Call a great diet made of the leaders and important men and women of the Yang kingdom. As well any representatives of the different provinces and their settlements. Here Lieren will present them a great plan to ensure that the kingdom heals from the war and then prosper. Kazeon mountain project of exscavation is also presented, though we will explain that is for dig out an ancient structure (which is true). Our Inner circle could know more.
- Celebrations of Victory
- Visit Guozhi old monastery
- Nothing becomes temporary capital. See Kazeon mountain project for a new one. (Coming alongside the plan presented to the diet)
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And this is part one. If it passes and we do the diet, i will make part 2 and 3. Which would be respectively the plan we present for rebuild Yang and the project for kazeon mountain.

>>4721546
I am doing something funny about the current boss battle, but i will do your idea afterwards.


>>4721384
Great job
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>>4722212
The Salamanders can go see their families after they become astartes, but I don't think they take wives and sire children. Could be wrong though.
>>4722215
Please think of the other posters in this thread
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>>4722212
>>4722212
The salamanders have families, but it's not mentioned if they have wives and children or it's their brothers, cousin and nephews
And I'm not finding anything about Lukas having children in my shitty 2 minute search, but if it's only one guy than theres a chance it's a mutation, specially since he is a space wolf.
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>>4722212
The families of the salamander don't come directly from the marine and when it comes to the space wolves their gene-seed works weird so they have people way older that boned before their induction.
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>>4722217
If the weapons aren't tainted we should def gift one to Jinhai and one to Daiyu
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>>4722217
I will again posit that making our capitol in the bone devouring forest is a terrible idea, especially when we dont want to destroy nature by completely uprooting the forest, which is what our capital would require.
We also dont want nirmies near the site of the sorcerer.

>>4722208
A consideration of course and a slight misstep. But I feel this must be stressed that should it ever come down to honour or getting the job done, the job comes first.
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>>4722217
OH! At some point (way down the line) I also want to hold a Martial Arts tournament so that we can find any other great warriors in our kingdom/learn styles/teach styles, etc.
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>>4722217
Dont forget about all the victims tortured under the river. Those poor bastards.

>>4722225
Why not to the big Vishnu ladies? Better yet, one to Jinhai and the bird lady?
No no. Both for Jinhai, but we tell the bird lady that Jinhai has a sword gift for her. She would probably swoon into his arms, if hes strong enough to support her weight.
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>>4722225
We should take them, our future wars are only gonna get tougher. "Magical" weapons will also add to our legend.
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>>4722229
I think he said to make Nothing the new capital, not the bone devouring forest? No wait. Oh yeah bone forest capital a bad idea.

>>4722230
Tournaments, sports, and extreme LARPing could be one of many ways to keep the Vishnu from become complacent, in addition to keeping their warriors spirit sated. A time of peace for this might weird them out.
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>>4722229
we're going to have to cut down the Bone Devouring Forest in the process of excavation anyway.

And I agree with your point about getting the job done vs. saving face. Like I said, taking the hit to ourselves is one thing, but ordering someone else to do duplicitous things is another. We shouldn't sacrifice another persons honour to get the job done, it'll follow them for generations after we leave this planet.
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>>4722239
Maybe we could restore the turtle's honor through more campaigns, or taking their sons as space marines and conscripts.
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>>4722245
Just do the proper chinese way and rewrite history so it never happened.
Or teach everyone that it was the only correct move in the situation.
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>>4722252
We gotta own up to our mistakes or else we wont be any better than space dad.
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>>4722252
Tzeenchist go home
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>>4721713
>Silence the screaming rage in your mind, and walk forward undaunted, cutting down all who step in your path by wielding the twin Dao instead, and become a wirlwind of death, utilizing the carp style to dance through the coming horde as you butcher its members while calmly reciting verses of the journey.
By the way, what did Lieren's eyes saw in the twin princes souls? Or we didn't have enough time for that?
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>>4722272
This
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>>4722272
It is a good question. But I doubt they were of virtue. Because if they were Lieren wouldnt have killed them, like automatically I would have thought or prompted us to take a less violent path.

>>4722239
And A)Cutting down the entire forest isnt a requirement for excavation, especially if we stick with the journey and demand to preserve it.
B) a Capitol city needs the forest gone to enact trade completely safely without the ecosystem and predators interfering with the caravans. An excavation site just needs a big enough road to move the temporary influx of equipment and rocks.

On the topic of face and honour, the same holds true even if it is our followers. Naturally it should be avoided as much as possible but as in the case of the turtles, sometimes it has to happen, even if it dams a man for the rest of his life because our dream is worth it and they are happy to pay the price.
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>>4722217
Support
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>>4722257
That's true.
But I still don't believe it was a mistake and the old turtle did nothing wrong.
>>4722262
I'm already home anon.
But I agree that the blue bird can go fuck himself, he stands in the way the only true god. Malal
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>>4722288
As far as preserving it goes ima say that ones a no go. The forest itself is tainted, it's not preserving nature. Where excavation is concerned this is less digging a hole, and creating a part of the Grand Canyon. (I assume, I don't have a good frame of reference for how big these ships are, only that they're huge).

As far as face and honour goes, I'll say if they volunteer to condemn themselves, and it's for the proper reasons, (not trying to suck up to us, but actually understanding what they're doing) then it's permissible.

>Working through that logic has made me envision a scenario where one of our marines willingly becomes a thrall to Chaos in order to let the majority survive in peace. Now i'm not so sure.

40k sucks, you can't win....
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>>4722288
I am curious because we barely know anything about them in comparison to their siblings. I am not debating whether they were virtuous or not.
>>4722304
Personally, I would have liked him(Dai Niu) to force them to surrender by surrounding and catching them with their guard down instead of killing most of them.
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>>4722319
We're gonna need to make several of those super excavators like the Badger.
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>>4722342
Don't you mean BAGGER 288!?
https://youtu.be/azEvfD4C6ow
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>>4722319
Kanzeon has spawning pits or some equivalent.
>Halls of ripening. The name is disturbing, if any horrors lurk within this ship, they will probably lie there
Most of the beasts and forest are likely the result of the pits being weaponized or misused rather than actual corruption. Then again you are looking for shadows to jump at.
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Maybe we can harness some of those later on to geneforge creatures? An even more terrifying thought is that all the creatures that infest Shangrala (Fog Panthers, Toad Dragons etc.) may be degenerated or mutated versions of what was originally from the Spawn Pools
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>>4722347
>Kanzeon has spawning pits or some equivalent.
I'm not gonna say that you're wrong but that seems a great leap. Halls of ripening could refer to some type of agriculture for all we know, we didn't go there.

I've also wondered about the Frog Dragon and what actually caused it's corruption. As far as I remember we collapsed its layer. we might think about digging down beneath that to see if there is anything.

and i don't fully understand the "shadow to jump at" line.
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>>4722347
There were also the green crystals that mutated people. We haven't managed to find their origin or ask Kanzeon about them yet.
>>4722349
Lieren has felt that the magical beasts he fought against were originally humans though we haven't found how they ended up the way they were.
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>>4722349
Original quest fan art?
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No, /tg/ had a drawanon take requests for creatures that Wizards would make

Here's the other I saved
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>>4722366
Good lord kill it
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>>4722354
Everyone keeps freaking out over anything weird being Chaos bullshit. While Chaos is very prevalent on this planet it is still very limited and weak. I guess some of the worries maybe fair I doubt Lieren would have missed corruption in the forest he traveled through 4 times now.
>>4722356
The crystals are warp bullshit for sure but the real question is if they are Chaos bullshit. I doubt it but support checking to be certain.
>>4722349
Toad Dragon was originally a human rather than something from Kanzeon. Otherwise I support making our own abominations.
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>>4722373
>abomination: a thing that causes disgust or hatred.
That seems kind of wrong. Why not use the genepools for productive medical purposes? Like regrowing lost limbs and organs?
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>>4722373
To say it's very limited and weak is vastly underestimating things. It's permeated every aspect of every society we've run across since birth, except our home town. We executed the tainted people.

Also, Lieren has no idea what "Chaos is limited and weak" means. He has seen and felt and fought with some truly evil things. Just because Malal isn't going to fuck us out of nowhere doesn't mean that we can't be precautious in character.
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Imo we should slowly evac this cursed palace/capital then burn it letting the site be reclaimed by nature and watched over.
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>>4721787
+1
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>>4722416
Imo, we should do that, but first we need to quarantine the entire city in case some corrupt noblew try to escape, or there are some slaves locked away in someone's basements. Then we raid the city of all their archeotech.
Once we've saved, recovered, and mercy killed everything there,THEN we can burn it all down.
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>>4721787
I support
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>>4722414
It took thousands of years to reach this point. Remember what the fox whore said? The Yan dynasty had a noble beginning and took a long time to make it into it’s current state. Hell she said Weizha would have been the only one to ascend to daemonhood among the many dynasties of the territory. So while the influence of Chaos is prevalent they aren’t that powerful and limited to only a few daemons.
>>4722377
I’m fine with using it like that.
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>>4722427
>>4722416
>After Lieren reunites with his Legion after returning from learning with Big E on Terra
>Decides to 'celebrate' the occasion by ordering a Lance laser or two on the former Yan Palace complex for good measure to rid the world of its taint forever (It was cordoned off for years and by then the Legion would possibly know a sanitized account of what happened so they wouldn't mind too much)
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>>4722456
>a sanitized account
YOU WILL KNOW THY ENEMY AND LOOK UPON THEM WITH THINE GAZE UNCLOUDED.
We are not letting our gene-sons become ignorant of just how depraved a foe they face.
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>>4722471
I meant in the manner of Daemons

Or we could do it indirectly with more info becoming available to Marines as they get higher up the ranks, like the post-Heresy Dark Angels and the Fallen

>Consul: This is an odd list of things to look out for among my Brothers, but if Father says it is vital to the safety of the Legion I shall do it! ... But what does putting grain in one's pants have to do with anything?
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>You will know the daemon by its mark
>pic related
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>>4722471
>how to identify tyrant 101
>session 1....
>#1: do they consume human flesh as a luxuary and or when have other food available?
>#2: do the needlessly mutilate living creatures for their own amusement and pleassure, or is it purely out of necessity?
>#3: do they take advantage of their fellow man?
>#4: do their actions harm those around them, and do they continue them despite being filling aware of what they are doing?

>session 2....
>can they be redeemed?
>are they miss understood or were lead astray? Can they be brought back to the right path?
>have they encountered any sources or corruption or display any such sicknesses?
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>>4722476
>>4722481
I dont get it
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>>4722484
See here
>>4715980
>>4716012
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>>4722476
>>4722481
>>4722484
Malal made a typo for groin as 'grain' when referring to the hunter prince's genitals and his little boy-bitch.

>>4722217
>>4722015
Marry Dandan to Cao Yunru. Shan will be the godfather of their children.
We will have the best forgeclan.
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>>4722484

>>4715980
>>4716012
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>>4722493
He's already married, and recently. Probably right after he was give a title of nobility.
Also Dandan would hate the idea of marrying for political strategical gain, given that part of her obssession with gunpowder is that it equalizes the killing potential between men and women.
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>>4722521
We haven't seen if his wife is a corrupted noble yet. I still have hope for autistic Chinese techpriests
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>>4722534
We could just encourage their respective bloodlines to mingle together in future generations.
Cao seems a little old for Dan-Dan anyways.
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>>4722493
>>4722521
>>4722534
>>4722591
You know, Cui Fu's family used selective breeding to make better warriors and now people are debating to do the same but for scholars. I wonder how Cui Fu would feel about it.
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>>4722653
Well if we ignore his burning hate for our betrayal of Gao, he'd probably agree with the principle of the practice but disagree with the target.
I don't think he was big on intellectualism at the cost of physicality.
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>>4722664
It probably depends also in if we had met him earlier before he had been so set in his ways, he might have been more receptive. If he had heard this before he died, he would have seen it as a mockery of his family's practice.
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So it just came to me that even though people didn't like the fact that we didn't let the twin princes have a proper battle as a last indulgence like we did with Gao and others, we actually did the same thing with most of the Yan princes. Aside Xiaoli(who we let him finish his art or more likely it took us just enough time to finish off his guards and reach him that he has managed to finish it by then) and Jie(who apparently is the mortal champion of Slaanesh in this world as even the daemon was impressed by his single-minded devotion to indulgence), we killed Bao in the middle of his hunt and as for Deming we appeared from behind and killed him before he indulged in his favorite activity(which is a good thing as he was apparently a cannibal).
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>>4722702
So 4 out of 6 and the two that happened to indulge for the last time was probably accidental.
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Here's the big difference I see. There was a chance we could've lost if we fought the twins. Slim to be sure but still there all the same. They should take it as a mark of pride that they forced our hand to act as we did.
Also, never forget we are fighting a war here. Last I checked you used every advantage you had in a war so to expect a duel at that point is nothing short of naivety.
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>>4722708
The Yan royal family(except Yan Zihao) didn't seem to care much for the war and the twins acted on their own anyway. It would be weird if the twins cruelty was exaggerated rumors (I trust more what the old guard told us instead of the other prince). If they were just incestuous battle maniacs I don't know what we would have done. One is their personal thing and as for the other the same can be said for the wild Vishnu.
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>>4722721
If they were JUST incestuous battle maniacs and we could tell that, I think it'd probably have ended with us either sparing them or they demanding that we kill them, so we do.

Choosing their own path, as it says.
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>>4722725
Sure okay. I'm waiting for the QM to answer that, but they may have cultivated a fearsome reputation so they will be left to their own devices like Dayu joining the guards to stay away from the notice of her father.
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>>4722721
I have big doubts they were in any wat innocent. The guards that thought they were evil wouldn't last long after all.
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>>4722708
They were sibling-fucking psychopaths, killing them wasn't the issue, denying them a duel was.
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>>4722779
Like Lieren said, duing in eachothers arms was a good enough last indulgence, so denying their duel wasn't a problem too.
Otherwise we would have to get rid of our artillery, given how dishonourable Dandan was by killing an entire camp without giving them a chance to fight.
Like Sun Tzu said, honour in war is for dumb bitches.
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>>4722792
>denying their duel wasn't a problem too
Except it was, because we now appear to be the honorless ogre we've been accused of being. Dandan's actions are not our own, only the entirely unreasonable would conflate her actions as our own. And the entirely unreasonable are the ones who will be getting the first round of nooses. And what Sun Tzu said was that a delicacy of honor is sensitive to shame. What he means is that honor is, more often than not, a good thing and that it only is a detriment when it makes you choose losing actions. We would not have lost that duel, so that quote doesn't apply.
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>>4722776
Except that Lieren didn't feel that their guards were corrupt, so unless they were delusional or single-minded fanatics, maybe something else was going on.
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>>4722818
People could also argue that since Dandan is a member of our army using weapons that we created means we endorse what she did. The enemy usually views your actions during war negatively regardless if they are right or not. Mostly it's enemy propaganda or simply fear and paranoia.
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>>4722822
Correct me if I'm wrong, but we weren't commanding our forces personally during that battle, were we? That was the one that took place while we were exploring the Tzeentch Cave/finding Shipfu. That fact would exonerate us from any wrongdoing, should any noble take issue with it. I don't think they will though, since any noble involved was probably killed between her 11th and 34th volley.
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>we must kill the twins for they may be the same

*Kills the twins from range

>Oh no we are hypocrite for killing them and deny their honerable battle!


....fucking what anons? If they where not the same as their siblings we would have picked up on that. If the other siblings had some redeeming qualities you lot may have had a point. But as it was we did the right thing. stop trying to pull a "ahh we are falling to canon route corruption aaaahhh" and "we should have fought then with honor" dispite that would shorten out time limit even more and we may have been too late
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>>4722825
Yes we weren't there during the battle but if someone wants to paint Lieren in a negative light, one can always find excuses, like we ordered her to do what she did before we left.
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>>4722832
Too late for what, anon? Killing the Fox-Slut? She's not going anywhere either, we're too tempting a prize. Killing Weizha? He's the roiling mass of fat, warpshit, and semen at the end of the hallway, he's not going anywhere either. Saving the city? Cao Yurnu has taken care off the caches with an all-too-strange level of zeal and competency. Saving Cao Yurnu? That's something entirely out of our hands, sending him to do the job he's doing removed our ability to influence his fate regarding the matter. If anything, it would've been better to take as long as possible to get to Weizha, as without knowing in-character that Cao is kicking ass in regards to his job, we'd want him to have enough time to complete it. And because we know that Weizha would only blow the city once he knows we can see it and that he'd try to take us with him.
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>>4722842
Guess we should have taken our time with the other 4 as well and fought them honorably And speak with them at length in a logical debate/last right then if we go by you. After all we don't have a time limit right anon, so we can take a day or two since nothing bad would happen right anon?
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>>4722842
Well people likely went a little overboard with wanting to rush things(I was also one of those that believed that time was running out but I for some reason believed that there may have been a time limit aside for the king watching for the defeat of Yan Zihao) and looking at things after the fact, we could have taken our time without a problem in that regard but it has already happened and even if we did took our time and dueled them, we might have been wounded by their power swords so there is that.
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>>4722852
Look everyone, he's resorting to hyperbole and putting words in my mouth when faced with the possibility that the option he supported was flawed and a potential mistake! You should've replied with a picture of a cartoon frog, that really would've destroyed me.
>>4722854
You're right, dueling them was riskier, or as risky as such an action could've been for a primarch. And it's understandable that people thought the time limit was more extreme than it actually was, I'm willing to bet the spectacle of us finally getting ready to kill Yan Weizha and fight Huli Jing was a bit blinding. That excuse works in-character too. Saying "oh I hope Lieren learns from this" is all well and good, but we're Lieren, WE have to not make the same decision again.
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>>4722832
My problem isn’t the “hypocrisy” or “killing the twins” it’s the OOC reasons why the action was taken. Players were being cowards, they were trying to control events beyond our control, they assumed the guards would attempt to attack if we won the duel, they were more concerned with material possessions than honor.
We’ve effectively started to abandon the Journey altogether because people couldn’t handle having one little duel. I can only take solace in the fact people are recognizing this and are willing to do some introspection.
>>4722854
I doubt we would have gotten more than a few scratches. They were fast but were unlikely to keep up with Lieren in any meaningful way.
>>4722852
You’re spouting blatant logic fallacies now.

And on the topic of the twins. I think they prideful more than anything else, so much so they would have been “ideal warriors” in the same way Fulgrim was. They would have been honorable because of their pride as warriors not because they cared for honor.
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>>4722819
They were delusional fanatics to their twin princes though, just look at the rest palace. Anyobe with real honour wouldn't work there unless they sought to bring it down from within. Is it really that hard to see?
>>4722818
We wouldn't have lost, but we could have lost our equipment, taken injuries or the guards could have turned on us after the battle, because even if they were çoyal to the princes, nothing we knew told us they weren't loyal to the kibg above them.
In this case yes, dueling them without having prior knowledge of the situation would be a foolish action for honour's sake.
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>>4722865
Cowards? It's how Lieren been doing thi gs since the fucking start. Sneaking in castles and assassnating the commanders, faking being a loyal servant, making lies to comdemn support of his "master".
It's even in his name. Lueren is a hunter, not a fucking warlord. He is not Leman or the Lion.
Is Feng a coward for shooting the commander? Were we cowards for not revealing ourselves to the third peice and instead hunting him?
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>>4722873
>we could have lost our equipment
Our armor is already beat up and the Chendao, while symbolically important, is inferior to power weapons, power weapons that would've been ours to pick up after the fight. Lieren isn't so materialistic to think that the Chendao is the sum of all honor regarding our friend.
>taken injuries
Nothing that wouldn't begin to heal immediately or be crippling.
>guards could have turned on us after the battle
They just told us they had orders to let us pass unmolested if we beat the princes. If they hadn't joined the princes, it would be a reasonable assumption that they wouldn't fight us at all. Superior numbers is the best way to take down a primarch, save for another primarch.
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>>4722832
It's the same thing with every major quest when a option with large support loses or sonething doesn't goe tve way anons want immediatly. It just needs people claiming samefagging and the salt package would be complete.
I swear to god I hate this site sometimes.
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>>4722877
Players are being cowards, not Lieren. Some people in this quest seem to be afraid of everything and some players were freaking out over the twin’s power weapons.
>we aren’t a warrior
First of all, you’re wrong, but more importantly it doesn’t matter. Honor is the foundation of justice and a healthy society, this abandoning honor for any reason no matter how good is a slippery slope that can spiral out of control fast. Ever heard of the saying “the path to hell is paved with good intentions”?
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>>4722882
They just told us they had orders to let us pass unmolested if we beat the princes.
That's the thing, we didn't know that.
And they could just not have joined because of the orders of the princes, but when they died the irders of the kibg took over. We didn't know anything.
I bet that when Malal tells the hidden depravity of the twins that we didn't get to see in their eyes because we killed them too quickly, them it would suddenly be ok.
Same thing with the Khang, it was ok until he was a good guy, them suddenly it was bad. No, it was never bad, it was the right decision that saved lives.
I swear to god, having "good" people be our foes is like this version of the enemy bei g a woman, that they can do whatever they want and it's ok.
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>>4722886
Them why aren't you touching on the fact we been doing that the whole time them? By definition we already threw way that honour a long time ago.
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>>4722891
The anon is just mad that we didn't fight them the way he wanted.
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>>4722891
Because we were suppose to learn this lesson a long time ago. If we were more honorable little Chen might have lived but it’s better to repeat that mistake with his legacy isn’t it?
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>>4722888
>That's the thing, we didn't know that.
Read my post again, you'll find that I provided a way to tell if they were telling the truth or not. Even if your baseless theorizing is correct, they're a bunch of guards, armed with mundane weaponry. They would've added at most 5 seconds to the time it would've taken to kill the twins. Secondly, you're confusing me for someone who wanted to spare and reason with them. Also, we've never met anyone named Khang.
>>4722894
>1 post ID
How Tzeentchian
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>>4722896
Dony be a dumb cunt anon. Chen's death was nothing to do with our action or inaction.

Stop talking shite, perhaps take a break.
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>>4722902
So when I deny your argument it's because I didn't even read your post, even though I provided a counter-argument, that you even called baseless. Anon, I don't believe you are arguing in good faith.
>>4722884
"It just needs people claiming samefagging and the salt package would be complete."
">1 post ID
How Tzeentchian"
Yup. Goddamnit I bit the bait. Enjoy your (you)s anon.
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>>4722272
>>4722280
>>4722288
His eyes didn't suddenly break, no. It's just I didn't cut away to their thoughts nor have Lieren ponder it, because as the option said, he has grown tired of the madness.
And because it added to the anticlimax of him just gunning them down.

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>>4722481
Kek

>>4722865
>Started to Abandon the journey
What are you talking about?
part of one of its core tenants is literally "Act efficiently".

Nothing Lieren has done has gone against the Journey's teachings. Neither the core tenants nor the additions added in thread 4 speak of honor or martial conduct.

And if you remember, Lieren has always been incredibly cautious especially when dealing with unknown variables.

copying the said tenant portion here.

"....Efficiency, to act without it, it is to act wastefully. A moment spent aligning a blade saves the hand from its edge, tending a fire removes the need to build another. Such is the balance one must have in life. For one can overwork and overthink, just as one can be lazy or refuse to ponder the world around them. Excess of either is foolishness, one must know and learn when to do more and when to do less. A single spear may end a panther's life, a day of work can save a week of labor, just as a season of toil can allow for two of rest, or how the time spent forging a sturdier lock will prevent a thief from taking one's hard earned wealth or treasures.
Efficiency, is not always the quickest path, and it is not always the longest. it stands, not in the middle of the road, but throughout its entirety. To learn to find efficiency, whether for an action as simple as boiling water or as large as building a city, is a talent that few have inborn, and one that many will need time to learn..."

I'm fine with arguing and debating, but I felt like I should point this out, since it would take a huge change in character for Lieren to "abandon" the journey. Considering its primary purpose is to preserve his own worldview and beliefs in the hopes it would be followed by future generations, no matter how few they number.

So, such an argument would only hold weight if Lieren underwent a radical shift in personality, like if he suddenly became an ardent xenophobe that'd make the black templars seem like friendly neighborhood Mormons. Or started to believe that Might made right as if the ghost of Cui Fu had possessed him.

Anyways, I'm going to tally up the vote now, and start writing. Just figured I'd take the time to diffuse this particular train of thought before people think Lieren has suddenly become Evil Chaos Man for acting with his usual caution.
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>>4722961
Thanks to defusing the autism train. It's fun to watch, but gotta nip it in the bud sometimes.
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>>4722961
Based Malal stoping anon's paranoia.
It happens every two threads like clockwork doesn't it?
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>>4722961
Very well. Disregard it I’m a faggot.
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>>4722886
>Players are being cowards, not Lieren. Some people in this quest seem to be afraid of everything and some players were freaking out over the twin’s power weapons.

Don't presume to know my motivations, you ain't a telepath. I voted to gun them down because I thought it was a suitably ironic twist; they challenge us to a fight to the death, where you're supposed to fight with all your skill and tenacity without holding back, and we proceed to act in the spirit of that by gunning them down without hesitation. Because not using a weapon and attacking when the opportunity is presented IS holding back in a fight, which is intensely disrespectful to an opponent.
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Calling the vote now

Silence the screaming rage in your mind, and walk forward undaunted, cutting down all who step in your path, calmly singing a folk song as you march towards the gates of Jade:15

Shouting verses of the journey, unleash the might of the Chendao upon these wretches, no one shall escape with their lives:8

Roar in animalistic fury. And show these abominable cretins what an "Ogre" you can be when pushed to the limits of your compassion and empathy:1

Every step of your Journey has brought you to this moment. Draw from the lessons you've learned from on the way. Move like Jinhai, think like the Black General, strike like Cui Fui, feel like Guozhi. With our lessons, we have empowered our allies and brought them to where they are now. Now, with the lessons we've learned from them, shall we bring ourselves to the end of this Journey and prepare to begin another:10

You shall not stain the legacy of Small Chen with such filth. Wield the twin Dao instead, and become a wirlwind of death, utilizing the carp style to dance through the coming horde as you butcher its members: 5

Total votes: 22

So Lieren shall silence the rage boiling within himself, and draw from the lessons taught to him by his allies to empower himself, cutting down all who step in his way as he calmly sings a folk song.

Writing now


>>4722217
Can't wait to see it

>>4721885
Glad you enjoy it

>>4721840
Gonna take this, cause its freaking awesome
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>>4722987
Fun fact: The only reason that happened was because the actor was exhausted from all the previous takes of the sword-whip fight that he pointed out to Lucas that still had his gun and asked why he can’t just shoot him. That’s also why Indiana is explicitly missing his gun in the Temple of Doom, so George could have that duel.
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>>4723009
It also made for a fun callback.

>>4722984
Mayhaps later we can ask the guard if their martial code says we should fight fair and hold back against our foes.

He may take that as taunting though
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>>4723012
Or just ask them what their code has to say about protecting innocents or women. Most martial codes have some component of that as a PR move.
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>>4723009
Wait, do you mean Spielberg or Ford could have that duel? George Lucas never worked on Indiana jones.
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>>4723019
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indiana_Jones
Think again.
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>>4723024
Well shit, I stand corrected. Thanks man.
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>>4722961
Okay thank you. I guess we have to learn about them later when we ask their guards about them.
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>>4723009
Harrison Ford had diarrhea and had to take a shit. It wasn't about exhaustion.
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>>4723083
I can't decide if that makes the story better or worse.
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>>4723085
Well at least he gave a shit about filming.
That's got to make the narrative grow richer.
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https://youtu.be/9k1F3PjY948
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The rage roiling within you, escapes with your breath, carried upon it as it dissipates into the oppressively humid air of the palace's heart. It rises towards the heaven and leaves your mind, utterly silenced and replaced with stoic conviction and serene determination. Calmly and undaunted you step to meet the horde of drooling aberrations of the human psyche, twisted monstrosities birthed from the stock of man, with Chendao in hand and peace in your heart. Frowning, you release another ponderously slow sigh, washing away the remaining embers of hatred within yourself like a cleansing rain.

Though the atmosphere here is thick with the stench of sweat, spilt blood and bile and fouler aromas yet, and hot with smoke and the heat of dozens of bodies mingling together, a cool breeze comes from seemingly nowhere at all, washing against you and lifting your iron hued hair. Closing your gold eyes, you reflect on not only the events of this most bloody nights, but also all of the steps that lead to this outcome. The end of the journey you began at birth, to spread prosperity and ensure no man, woman or child would ever again suffer from famine, the uncaring chill of winter or the terror of what lurked beneath the fogs of Shangrala. To remove the yoke of oppression and allow freedom and virtue to flourish magnificently beneath the heavens, for kindness, understanding, and generosity to be rewarded rather than wrongfully punished by those who do not have eyes to see the truth of themselves and humanity as a whole.

Whether you are victorious and successful in bringing upon a new era, a new dawn of peace and plenty, or fail at this last step upon the road, You do not fear either outcome. The ripples of your actions have forever changed the course of history, and the hearts and minds of countless men and women. Should Lieren die, his Journey shall not come to an end. And with that your are content. Whether you live to see the coming dawn, or die yet shrouded by the night, you shall begin another journey.

One of restoration, a labor heal the wounds long left to fester beneath the rule of the Yan dynasty and build the foundations of a benevolent society from the ashes that remain. Or the journey all men must take at the end of the roads they walk, beyond the veil and death and the mysteries beyond. Perhaps, a new incarnation would take your place, perhaps you would watch down from the heavens to witness the harvest of the fruits of your great labor. Perhaps nothing would follow.

Breathing in, the strangely cool air surrounding you washes down your throat and fills your lungs. It passes over your lips once more, rising from them as steam.

Opening your eyes, revealing their golden brilliance once more, you continue your march forward. At peace not only with yourself, but whatever is to meet you at this journey's end.
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>>4723180

Raising your left hand to just below your brow, you lift two fingers and hold the hand sign in place, as your right hand raises your Chendao before slamming its counterweight to the floor. An unspoken challenge for the horde of cretins to throw all of their might and number against you to be broken as a wave upon the shore.

"The more I look here, the more I see that fortifies my disgust for evil!" You proclaim to darkness and oncoming storm of flesh and blades, unbowed and utterly unafraid, raising your voice to a thunderous pitch so might it could be heard in the furthest reaches of the heavens and darkest depths of hell alike "If you believe that I will follow this degenerate path, you are a fool without equal, Evil spirit. As I have and shall to all evil that has come my way, so to shall I erase you, Huli Jing"

The first opponent throws himself at you. A scrawny man covered in a web of scars without a strand of hair upon his pale body. He wields two blade whips in each hand, his tongue in twain to resemble that of a snake. Howling he leaps into the air. And in the span of a breath, is returned to the earth, cut in twain himself as you cut him down with a single crescent swing of your Chendao's blade

"Evil may change masks, may change manners" You say, catching another wretch, this one with a jaw of iron , a crude game trap nailed to his own skull, just beneath the nook between his neck and chin, pinching tight his throat and both of his cartoid arteries, squeezing the life from him in a matter of moments "May change words, but it matters not, for reality itself rejects you"

A wave of bodies rises to drown you and the words you speak. It falls before your feet, only requiring a few carefully placed shots to completely disintegrate the coordination of the cowardly pack, scattering them back into the darkness as their fellow's limbs and bodies are similarly torn apart and scattered to the floor.

"THE AIR ESCAPES! THE GROUND BREAKS! THE FIRE IS SMOTHERED! THE WATER EVAPORATES!" You roar, stepping forward again, twirling your Chendao downwards to dash the skulls of two thugs who thought themselves cunning, having attempted to flank behind you to strike your back. Holding the blade just above the floor you continue you denouncement of all the evil and wickedness in the world, beyond just the incarnation of it you face presently.

"You remain evil and nothing else" You say sorrowfully, stabbing the Chendao through a muscled brute of a man, wielding a stone club, so prideful in his own strength he thought himself a match for you own. The light flees from his eyes as you fire a single bullet directly into his chest "In name of my boundless love for those I endeavor to save and make prosper, prepare to meet your end, Mistress of flames!"

Spears are leveled against you, the wiser of the degenerates banding together to form a defensive line of shields and bodies, as their rabid and intoxicated brethren circle you like wild dogs.
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>>4723181

Reflecting on one who you love dearly, Jinhai, your near constant companion and loyal student and friend. Though may not be aware of it, you regard him as a teacher as well. For he has unknowingly given you countless lessons and rare wisdom that could only be found within himself. The way of water, the fluidity of movement, the secrets of nature and what lays hidden in play view

Bowing your head, you begin the dance taught to you years before, imitating the same carp Jinhai watched when he served Gao Liwei, imitating Jinhai's own graceful movements and elegant steps, to become as water itself. Boundless and Fluid.

The scent of salt, wet mud, and forest moss surrounds you without origin or source.
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The wicked men who stood against the giant were met with a most queer sight. For but a moment, like the flicker of a flame going out or the flash of lightning falling, the gloom before their eyes shifted and changed. For a moment, no giant stood before them, but a young and handsome man, with a clean shaven face and lustrous black hair tied into a simple tail, dressed in armor patterned like fish scales in azure and plum walked, shifting and swaying like a drunkard buffeted by wind.

But stranger yet, a flood of water and pond weeds followed his every step, as if a lake had suddenly appeared in the stone and gold of the palace grounds. Two carps leapt into the air, as the man who replaced the giant lifted his head, and revealed the two golden eyes of Lieren beneath his brow. It was then they charged forth, spears stabbing and swinging in a chaotic flurry of strikes

In an instant, the illusionary world had shattered and faded away. Once more, the Giant was before them, moving with inhuman rapidity and unnatural grace , as he danced beneath and away from their blows, turning and pivoting on the balls of his feet and very tips of his toes, to sway and maneuver his body through the sea of blades.

Then, he reached the line itsel, and lifted his strange Guandao high above his head, twirling it in the air before bringing it crashing down. With a single swing, he had broken and tossed away the remnants of the shield wall that blocked his path. Severed limbs, and disembodied entrails covered the floor as he walked forward, continuing his dance by instinct alone
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Jinhai felt a sharp pain in a space upon his brow, directly between his eyes. Biting his tongue he kept himself from screaming as the the world before his eyes shifted and changed to an unfamiliar scene. Gone were the defenses of the Old fox's camp, gone were his men, the patrols manning the trenches and fortifications, the riders and scouts probing into the fog in search of any bold hunting parties. He could vaguely feel Feng and his brothers catching him, and preventing his fall. But the guard turned general was more concerned by the strange vision the had beset him.
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>>4723184

He was by Lieren's side, in some horrid vision of hell, standing just on the shore of a serene lake surrounded by devils and their monstrous kin, struggling to defile its pure water via trickery and deceit

it lasted for but a few moments, before Jinhai battled alongside his beloved brother and mentor, dancing in synch with him upon the water's edge, avoid and parrying spears and grasping claws alike, utilizing the lessons taught to him by carp and other fish in their movements.

It was a glorious battle, but soon it faded, and all Jinhai saw was the scarred face of Feng and the death mask of the Vishnu Chief Aruna.

"Fish?" Feng asked, sounding quiet concerned for his comrades well being "Are you well? You suddenly fell to your knees and became faint"

"Sorcery?" Aruna barked, gripping him by the collar of his robes

"Yes I am well, I just suddenly felt very weak" Jinhai muttered, a sense of relief and reinvigoration surging through his veins, burning away the exhaustion that clung to his bones "But it has passed. I swore I could see..."

Feng locked gazes with him.

"Something that does not effect our mission" Jinhai added dully, rubbing his brow and pinching at it as he cast his gaze towards the horizon of fog at his back, expecting to see Lieren emerging from it, but of course he did not come. He was fighting his own battle.

"Such a frail maiden" Feng tease, as he helped Jinhai to his feet "Come on fish, you need to stay awake to find the weakness of the old fox"

Jinhai smirked. He felt as though he had the mettle and endurance to face the entirety of the Yan army himself, but such hubris would only bring ruin and tragedy.

"I understand, I will not delay our duty any longer" He answered with certainty
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"The crown was gold" You sing calmly, as you continue to sway and weave your steps to avoid the ceaseless assaults of the abominable court of Yan Weizha, thinning their number as you chant and sing a song you learned from a rider of Lai and foot soldier of Dai "The kingdom old. The Tyrants grip was proud and bold"

It was like a mantra, to calm the nerve and settle the mind. Singing it, helped to sharpen and focus the mind, as you struggled to find a solution to the problem that currently vexed you. Namely the intellect and tactical prowess of the wretches throwing themselves at you, in wave after wave of flesh and steel. The chaff, the rabid, drunk, cowardly and simply maddened of their number, have all been felled either by the blade of your Chendao, volleys of its fire, or your bare hands and legs ripping and crushing the life out of their loathsome bodies.

Now, all that remain are those who have balanced insanity with genius and knowledge, those who were hardened by battle and proficient in its art, led by generals who languished in the pleasures and debauchery of the palace rather than seek glory upon the field of war.
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>>4723187

These generals who remained employed sound and clever tactics, which when combined with the savagery, intoxicated madness, and suicidal confidence of the soldiers they commanded threatened to overwhelm you by simple attrition. Every pack of men you cut down or blew apart, was a lesson for these corrupt savants of warfare to study and ponder behind the living wall of flesh they commanded. They still languished upon their couches and piles of silken pillows, watching like carrion birds as they slowly divined your weakness and failings through repeated assaults and horrific loss of lie.

While you have experience waging war, you have never truly led and army and could not call yourself a general. Swiping your arm forward, you brush away the latest assault, throwing them through the air like children's toys. Two cling to you, stabbing and clawing at your bare flesh.

However they are quickly dispatched as you swing your arm against a stone pillar, breaking their spines, splintering their ribs and pulping their internal organs in an instant. Blood spews from their mouths as they fall limp and off of your arm, like loose rags.

"The Fields were bare, the tidings grim. The people prayed to be freed from sin" You sing, contemplating how reach the generals or otherwise counter their schemes and grinding assaults. A single answer comes to your mind, amid calculations and simulations of the various tactics and stratagems that could be employed to best overcome this unwavering assault "The heavens heard the peoples calls. From on high a lonely star falls"

Yin Lei, one of your four kings of war, the Unbroken thunder's howl, the undefeated black general and teacher of armies. The most knowledgeable expert of warfare within the Yan kingdoms. Reflecting on the knowledge he has shared and tactical insight of his consul, you remember the words of the earliest follower of the Journey besides yourself, seeking to gleam insight into his methods by reflecting upon his character and life
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Yin Lei sat alone in his tent, bare of comforts or the simplest commodity. He had purposefully chosen to live like the monks of Dai, as an act of penance towards his spiritual brothers, who like so many others he was forced to slay pointlessly to sooth and satisfy the endless pride and the pique of tyrants who once were his masters. Though he could never undo the crimes of his past, he could at least spend the rest of his life mending the mistakes and follies he had been commanded to commit. While many may mock a man of his position choosing to exist with less than a beggar, the deprivation of luxuries and all but the simplest pleasures had helped to clear his mind and allow him to divine the truth within the Journey.

Bringing a cup of cold broth to his lips, he resumed his meditation, following the guide written by his young savior Lieren. Often he reflected inwards, and questioned his own mind and soul of the reality of his being and existence.
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>>4723189

And tonight was no different, despite the stress of the coming battle assailing his mind, and the worry he felt in facing the man who was once his teacher in battle. The fear he may be a master of numerous sorcerous arts of the most wicked and cruel variety.

A burning pain stabbed just between his eyes upon his brow. Like an ember falling upon the flesh, and a shard of shrapnel kicked up by the fire of Shan's steel dragons. The aged general did his best to ignore the irritation, as he emptied his mind of all thought and sense of ego.

He was still a novice, it seemed, in the art of meditating the mind. As could not remove a singular quandary presented to him in the form of a map of battle, a legion of soldiers born of smoke and fog battling against a singular warrior. Lieren himself. His nerves must be getting to him, though he was certain the benevolent leader of the rebellion could best any opponent who dared to challenge him he yet fretted over his young guide march to besiege the capital by his lonesome.

Why else would he imagine such a scenario? Of a giant warrior facing an army on his own? His mind began to work quickly, drawing up tactics and stratagems that would allow a single man to defeat an army. An improbable and truly daunty prospect, but the black general worked to solve the quandary none the less to bring peace to his own mind
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The generals watching the giant slowly be overwhelmed by their superior intellects and tactical knowledge, dropped their intoxicants of choice, narcotic pollen, black pills and jugs of wine falling to the floor and befouling the carpets and furs beneath. They, separate from their peers, thought they must've indulged to heavily or had accidently partook in something a little too strong for the situation at hand.

The giant seemed to be surrounded by black smoke, for but a few moments. Smoke in the shape of a titanic hand reaching down and guiding his actions and leading him forward.

"The hunter born from the Mist and Star" Their adversary muttered, as he began to push back their latest assault, and charge forward into the breach he made between the walls of the body, cutting down or rendering the officers hidden in the rank down to naught but mists of blood and torn limbs "Arrived alone but wanders far"

A sense of panic befell the collected generals, as they recognized the maneuver as one of Yin Lei's most brilliant of maneuvers, altered to be utilized by a single man. A tactic know as "Catching the flying swallow". They all knew its intent, to cut the head of an army, by creating an opening through it and rushing to the commanding officers with a small force of elites.

The giant preformed it effortlessly, despite being one man. And their panic and desperation to escape, only kept the generals in place, fighting and bickering with one another long enough to allow the Giant from nothing to reach them.
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>>4723193

In the dark, they heard his voice sing serenely, the final lyrics of the dissonantly gentle song that accompanied his slaughte.

"From Nowhere's fields, to Tyrant's Fall" He sang as he raised his weapon to strike and butcher them all "Lieren walked followed by all"

They met his gold eyes, and then knew nothing
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The ground was littered with the dead, a swamp of blood, oil, fat and gore now drowned the palace floor, hiding all the decadent and needlessly extravagant babbles and luxuries littering it. Broken limbs rose from the mire of death, twist arms and snapped legs. Faces gaping with horror stared towards the ceiling with empty, glass like eyes. The entirety of the Yan court, all of the kings guards and men, had fallen to your hand in a bloody dance of death and carnage. Nobles too cowardly to join the fray, scurried to hide themselves beneath veils and overturned tables. The servants and slaves watched your now unhampered march forward, both in awe and terror.

Some fools among the servants and courtiers thought they would be the first to trick your eyes and their judgement, so they met their deaths at your hands at well. You barely paid the remaining chaos any heed, for there were a particular pack of monsters that yet needed slaying.

The obese men with whips, who drove the starved children to open the jade gates that led to the inner sanctum of Weizha and his devilish whore.

But, as you approached the stairs leading up to the gate. An oppressive weigh fell upon your shoulders. A sea of golden light, threads of sorcery hanging upon the air began to ignite and burn brightly in the gloom, unseen by all but yourself.

Closing your eyes, you began to chant one of the many mantras present within your journey, to shield your mind from Huli Jing's corruptive touch as you strode fearlessly beneath the wall of fire she had built around her and her slave.
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Guozhi sat in the burned tower of his brothers, legs crossed in the lotus position, thumbs pressed against his temple. His student and mentor in one, Lieren, needed his help. While his current vessel may be that of a frail old man, Guozhi had lived dozens of lives. And had sharpened both his force of will and soul through his many lifetimes. Surrounded now, by what remained of his fellows, mere shades and wisps of their former intelligences, he focused his mind and drove it outward into the spiritual plane.

"My dearest student, my peer in both genius and gentleness. He who renewed my hope and faith with his wisdom alone, accept my distant aid and once more listen to the lesson I speak" Guozhi muttered, knowing Lieren had unlocked the secret strength within himself days prior, cultivating his very soul closer to enlightenment via mere introspection.
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>>4723196

Such a revelation had opened his pupil's mind to the world of the divine and spiritual, and the old monk had already felt the touch of his essence, spreading across the land like a nurturing fog. Now, it was time for him to repay the favor, and give unto him all the energy that yet remained within the ruins of the monastery.

"Your will is a flame that shall never die, it shall both feed upon itself and bolster itself in an endless cycle of paradox. Imagine your essences as a pitcher of water, that fills other vessels with its own majesty and is in turned filled by their own brilliance. Understand what you are and have become, a focal point, the origin of a great sea, a will so unbreakable, the world itself may bow to your command" Guozhi chanted, pressing his hands together in prayer as he searched for the golden beacon of Lieren's soul, to guide the remaining power of his school towards him, to help guard him from the predations of the denizens of the spiritual realm, chanting and singing verses in tongues long dead.

The final gift of the Dai Monks. Guozhi had accepted that they had been torn from the wheel of reincarnation, but what remained of their essence, could still be utilized and harnessed.

He could only hope Lieren knew how to wield such power. For he faced now an enemy far beyond any he had ever faced before
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The threads of fire lashed towards you, and were pushed away, deflected by an unseen power. As if a thousand hands reached up to brush them away from your flesh, as if a great gust of wind blew against them to shield you from their corruptive touch. Something truly odd began to occur as soon as you noticed this utterly bizarre phenomenon. A pale blue light shrouded your form, and spread outwards, banishing away the foul presence of the evil spirit.

Azure mists, swirled and formed themselves into the images of long dead monks, their mummified and charred remains marching by your side as if they were still alive. Ghosts of the past, or memories incarnated. A humming chant filled the air, as you were joined by this spectral host.

Their skeletal jaws clattered, embers and ash flowing from their ethereal bodies as they sang by your side, raising their hands to brush and pull away the sorcerous energies surrounding you, guiding their course to lead them astray and form a safe passage through them.

The obese slave drivers become frozen in place, shouting and crying in fear as you near. It would seem your ghostly companions are perceivable by the mundane eyes of men as well. Curious.

The children, starved to their bones and chains watch your approach with hollow, defeated eyes. And as you near, the spirits of the monks adopt a living mien and take their hands, leading them away from their tormenters and the roiling evil of Huli jing.

Many remain to watch silently as you met out judgement to the corpulent tasks masters, nodding in approval as you carry out your dark work.
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>>4723199

"Retribution" hums across the collective of souls, as you stand above the headless bodies of the abusers.

"Lieren" Guozhi's words echo in your mind "what remains of my brothers cannot maintain their protection for much longer. You must take your destiny into your own hands, I shall hold the bulwark as long as I can maintain it, but you must act with haste. Slay She who has stolen hope, and usher in the new dawn!"


Well, Lieren?
>Thank your mentor, and tear down the jade gates! WITH YOUR BARE HANDS!
>Tell Guozhi to use his power to protect the innocent in the castle, they need guardians much more than yourself
>"Honored grandfather, there is a man named Cao Yunru, help his efforts instead"
>Promise the spectral monks you shall rebuild what was taken from them
>write in?
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>>4723204
>Tell Guozhi to use his power to protect the innocent in the castle, they need guardians much more than yourself
>"Honored grandfather, there is a man named Cao Yunru, help his efforts instead"
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>>4723204
>Tell Guozhi to use his power to protect the innocent in the castle, they need guardians much more than yourself
>Thank your mentor, and tear down the jade gates! WITH YOUR BARE HANDS!
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>>4723204
To be honest, all the suggested options are pretty much things we'll probably do, but these two vvvv take priority.
>Tell Guozhi to use his power to protect the innocent in the castle, they need guardians much more than yourself
>"Honored grandfather, there is a man named Cao Yunru, help his efforts instead"
>write in?
>Duel wield the spear and Chendao
Huli Jing! Hope and compassion are born anew through the fogs of Shangrala! The taint you and your ilk shall be purified! I banish you from this mortal realm, to become purified in my most righteous Journey!
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>>4723204
>>Tell Guozhi to use his power to protect the innocent in the castle, they need guardians much more than yourself
>"Honored grandfather, there is a man named Cao Yunru, help his efforts instead"

Cao is already wounded from what we saw, and he is no Primarch. He needs the help more than we do.
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>>4723204
>>Tell Guozhi to use his power to protect the innocent in the castle, they need guardians much more than yourself
>>"Honored grandfather, there is a man named Cao Yunru, help his efforts instead"
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>>4723204
>Thank our mentor [just thank him]
>Tell tell Guozhi to protect the innocents of the castle
>"Honoured grandfather, there is a man named Cao Yunru, help his efforts"

We are Lieren of Nothing, and no evil spirit is going to repel us in righteous march!
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>>4723204
>Tell Guozhi to use his power to protect the innocent in the castle, they need guardians much more than yourself
>Promise the spectral monks you shall rebuild what was taken from them
We really have the power of friendship don't we?
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>>4723204
>>Promise the spectral monks you shall rebuild what was taken from them
>>Thank your mentor, and tear down the jade gates! WITH YOUR BARE HANDS!
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>>4722977
More like every thread

>>4723204
>Thank our mentor [just thank him]
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>>4723204
>>Tell Guozhi to use his power to protect the innocent in the castle, they need guardians much more than yourself
>>"Honored grandfather, there is a man named Cao Yunru, help his efforts instead"
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>>4723204
>Tell Guozhi to use his power to protect the innocent in the castle, they need guardians much more than yourself
>"Honored grandfather, there is a man named Cao Yunru, help his efforts instead"
>Promise the spectral monks you shall rebuild what was taken from them
And this makes me realize something. Couldn’t we attempt to channel our progenitor to straight up delete this daemon?
>>4723221
The Chendao is going to shatter like glass though.
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>>4723248
>The Chendao is going to shatter like glass though.
>doubt and lies
Give sauce. Another anon in the last thread mentioned the khan applying force of will or soul bullshit to make his weapons into a power/force tier weapon.
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>>4723248
Waylan's kind wisdom will not aid us here. But I think we need to have a genuine connection to the individual to share our traits and theirs with us.

But yeah, it seems Lieren's skill and power is the bond between brothers and sisters. Actual power of friendship.
I wonder what it'd be like to do it with a primarch.

Great update by the way.
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>>4723261
That was a skill the Khan had learned, mind you.

>>4723263
and the update thing was directed at malal
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>>4723263
>Waylan
Not talking about our adoptive dad. Real dad.
>>4723261
We don’t know how to do that though. Most we can do is the power of friendship right now.
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>>4723269
But anon, he is our Real Dad.
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Lieren of nothing cultivated his allies and as they prosper he can call unto them and reap the benefits of their bond.
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>>4723271
You know damn well what I mean.
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>>4723275
Yeah. But where's the fun in that?
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>>4723263
One could even go far as to say that Friendship is Magic

>>4723269
Avoiding the sauce I see.
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>>4723274
>cultivated
A farmer and hunter through and through
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>>4723297
I'm not the same anon

I remember the khan doing something with his weapon that seemed psychic but I am having a hard time finding it to confirm. Maybe Im just misremembering.
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>>4723319
He does. The scene is on prospero, the book is called "Scars" Can't remember the chapter.

He puts his power into his sword to cut down the demons left over from Magnus' ass beating.
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>>4723275
Nice E may be our father, but he ain't our daddy
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There are two sorts of fathers, The one that raised you and the one that created you. They may become one of the same but in many cases it's mutually exclusive.
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>>4723204
>Thank your mentor, and tear down the jade gates! WITH YOUR BARE HANDS!
>Tell Guozhi to use his power to protect the innocent in the castle, they need guardians much more than yourself
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>>4723204
>Thank our mentor [just thank him]
>Tell Guozhi to use his power to protect the innocent in the castle, they need guardians much more than yourself
>"Honored grandfather, there is a man named Cao Yunru, help his efforts instead"
>Promise the spectral monks you shall rebuild what was taken from them
While I'm picking these, does Lieren has any protection from sorcery? Can he copy somewhat what the spirit monks are doing? Can we use the daemon's tail against her somehow?
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>>4723385
His devotion to the journey.
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>>4723204
>>Thank your mentor
>>Tell Guozhi to use his power to protect the innocent in the castle, they need guardians much more than yourself
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>>4723385
The writt-in for our powers had part of the chant of malice about denying flesh intoxication, and about making reality what we want and undoing them, so we might be have some daemon deleting powers too.
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Would it be weird if we referred to the emperor as creator instead of father?
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>>4723199

>Write In
"Their work shall be undone honoured Guozhi but as much as it swells my heart to know your are by my side here there is a more important task..."
>Tell Guozhi to use his power to protect the innocent in the castle, they need guardians much more than yourself
>"Honored grandfather, there is a man named Cao Yunru, help his efforts instead"

>Blow down the doors of jade with our weapon, if it seems to large simply blow out the hinges so it falls backwards for us to walk over and enter the final boss room.

Then as we enter talk without turning "I will see what they good from you restored and what you taught renewed...It was good to hear you again my friend."
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>>4723435
>>4723447
Isn't this protection from daemons themselves(and weakening them) and corruption rather than fireballs to the face?
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>>4723450
It would be a thousand times more accurate than "Father", so no. It wouldn't be weird.
At least until it's made clear that we're the only one of his "children" who refers to him as "creator".
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>>4723454
If the former is intense enough, it can result in the same outcome as the latter.
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>Confirmed Lieren abilities
1)The Emperor's Sight: We can see through bullshit and illusions which is pretty straight forward
2) At least a minor Psyker (by Primarch standards)

>Possible Abilities
1) Emperors shroud: this is a new one to us but occurred to me when the enemy saw our form as something different. The Emperor has done similar things there are conflicting accounts of his size and general form for example and its only upon later reflection that those about him notice before some sort of effect just made them not question it? Like when he wanders about hidden to the other Primarch.

2) Calmness: If the warp is a sea of raging 'oh fuck' we and what we form becomes a pocket of calm almost where the thrashing waves become gentle as though they were already broken and lessened.

3) Banishing: A fuck you to Deamons

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Well in a way we are almost an incarnation of the Emperor's Hope/Intentions rather than his executions of them. If we were his anything I'm unsure what to call us though.
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>>4723454
The choice, after the addendun the anon wrote, would be:
The forces that plague this realm, be they material or immaterial, beasts or tyrants are results of excess and intemperance. I empower my allies who in turn empower me. The cycle is without end and beginning and with it's power these threats will be made unreal. For nothing is real but what you create and what we create is reality. A reality where the rot is denied flesh, the blade is denied blood, the body denied intoxication, and the mind denied schemes.
To me it looks like we should be able to actually repulse the daemon influence and erase it for good too, after all Malal got our backs too
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>>4723482
It seems to be beyond just changing our forms, since the allies we channeled actually felt something like they were there.
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>>4723482
Don't forget
>drawing upon the faith our allies have in us and our connections to them to bolster our own abilities
>inspiring our men to the point where they perform actions they thought themselves incapable of
It's starting to look like we're a psychic force multiplier for any force of men that trusts in us.
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>>4723482
>Emperors shroud
I thought they were seeing the allies that we were channeling in that given moment. The new Alpharius novel gave the twins the power you're describing. But maybe you're right, it came out only almost a month ago, maybe Malal isn't including it in the quest's canon and we've gotten that power.
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>>4723499
Being a force multipler sounds cool, like we can bring out the very best in someone.
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>>4723507
Walking human Waaagh field.
Gork and Mork are not sure if they should be angry or happy.
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>>4723204
>>Tell Guozhi to use his power to protect the innocent in the castle, they need guardians much more than yourself
>>"Honored grandfather, there is a man named Cao Yunru, help his efforts instead"
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>>4723501
>>4723507
>>4723512
pic related
In all honesty, if we do buff whatever force fights under us, it'll be a huge boon to our allies during big shitshows like the Xenocides, the Triumph, and the Heresy.
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>>4723204
>>Tell Guozhi to use his power to protect the innocent in the castle, they need guardians much more than yourself
>>"Honored grandfather, there is a man named Cao Yunru, help his efforts instead"
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>>4723199
I wonder if we can hel the Dai Monks return to the wheel of reincarnation by banishing the remaining chaos forces here. I want to say that I dont want to keep then here if they want to move on, but let's be honest. Staying here until their reincarnation wheels are fixed is the best thing for them. The warp is still largely fucked.
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>>4723512
They are orks anon, angry and happy are the same thing for them, because both lead to a good fight
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>>4723529
The Yan probably desacreted the place after killing all of them and daemons hunted them down in the warp while they couldn't reincarnate, just like what happened on ancuent Terra. The fact they even have a bit of psychic power left is in itself a miracle.
But we really need to revive the Dai order, the Emperor will actually nut when he realises what it is.
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>>4723226
Back this.
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>>4721384
Damn, that's real good, though i will say Lieren looks more like 'athletic musclelean protag' and less like 'gigantic wardrobe musclesack'
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>>4723529
We could probably soul-link with them and make them our familiars (the intent to help them, heal them and protect them would suffice for a primarch) and the nature of our paradox soul would regenerate them, empower them a psyker tier ot two and fix their perpetual powers (eventuually). We would probably get empowered too, because that's how our primarch ability works: we get power from someone and then give much more back, then we give power to someone and get much more back without any part getting weakened. Which is mad bullshit and will make us very powerful in the long term. So basically, we would make the monks into Living Saints whose linked relic is Lieren, so good luck destroying their philactery, kek.
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>>4723541
Realise what exactly?

>>4723559
Dunno if I can but I'll support you. Anyone feel like supporting this? Maybe we CAN save the monks to some capacity. (or make Daemons of Lieren on accident)
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>>4723568
That humans can still reincarnate, since the whole reason he exists is that the shaman god-kings were being picked up by daemons in the warp and not coming back.
So if these psykers are doing it, than it means they found a workaround. He would feel 37k years of relief for the human souls basically.
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>>4723199
Btw Malal, can we help the monks regenerate by making them into our familiars? The main problem for a psyker when making a familiar/soul link is power, and our primarch ability seems pretty much like a simbiotic soul-boosting link for both parts and with no power loss, so if we can actually do that I would vote to save them (perpetuals are rare as fuck and saving a cabal of them would be a massive boon and the true golden ending). If we can then there is no problem, it's not like we have lost anything trutly, they were dead and this would count as their last sacrifice.
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>>4723568
Malal please, I just want my perpetual monk Stands
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>>4723248
+1
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>>4723204
Malal plz I wanna save ghost grandpas
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>>4723559
Fuck, I will join this bandwagon. Save the old men.
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>>4723585
>>4723580
>>4723576
>>4723568
>>4723559
If possible they won’t be a thousand “stands” but rather merge into something like a Bodhisattva.
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>>4723600
>>4723604
Perpetuals are literally the next step on human evolution and are all, by definition and sheer force of living thousands of years, the absolute best mankind has to offer: powerful superhuman psykers with centuries of experience. This are chinese/japanese/asian martial art monks, so one of them is probably W40k meme Kenshiro as Sly Marbo is meme Rambo Chuck Norris
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>>4723559
>Lieren and the others become nagging spirits when killed
>Evil Primarch somehow kills us
>Haunt them forever and a have a laugh force ghost style
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>>4722230
>Shangrala Tournament Arc
I M A G I N E
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>>4723608
Bodhisattva W40K meme Kenshiro. The levels of asskicking that THAT thing would cause when paired with a Lieren that learns how to trutly "Omae Wa Mou Shindeiru" his enemies is insane. Embrace the meme and make it epic
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>>4723204
>Thank your mentor, and tear down the jade gates! WITH YOUR BARE HANDS!
>Tell Guozhi to use his power to protect the innocent in the castle, they need guardians much more than yourself
>"Honored grandfather, there is a man named Cao Yunru, help his efforts instead"
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>>4723614
>Emps kills us, then get soulinked to him forever and we use our inescapable conection to beam memes into his head.
>We are the reason he went insane in 40k, not the Golden Throne
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>>4723624
>Lieren telling him he is a tyrant and a fuck-up for 10k years
The worst possible pubishement for someone with his ego.
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>>4723204
First, this is an awesome write-in that really sets the scene. Imagine facing down a giant who tears armies asunder while singing, who can change how he looks as he does. Then he is reinforced by an army of ghosts WHO ALSO START SINGING.
It's mental.

>Thank your mentor, and tear down the jade gates! WITH YOUR BARE HANDS!
>Tell Guozhi to use his power to protect the innocent in the castle, they need guardians much more than yourself
>"Honored grandfather, there is a man named Cao Yunru, help his efforts instead. Use him to protect the innocents"
>Promise the spectral monks you shall rebuild what was taken from them

I'm guessing with psyker stuff, they can reach out to others that they already have a connection with, like us with Yin Lei or Jinhai. Would Guozhi be able to find Cao Yunru that he has never met before?

>>4723559
>>4723580
Support. I am wondering if they will be our daemons for works of good and why we get purged later
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Lieren Hunter from Nothing, the Tyrantsbane and Shepard of souls
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>>4723672
All guardsmen party is based as fuck. Did they finish it yet?
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>>4723204

>Thank your mentor, and tear down the jade gates! WITH YOUR BARE HANDS!
>Tell Guozhi to use his power to protect the innocent in the castle, they need guardians much more than yourself
If this was a comic, the scene with the monks holding back the darkness would be the perfect place for one of these giant spreads with extra fancy art, which then accounts for like 40% of the anime's budget because the writers know that the fans will literally crash a bus into them if they screw it up.

Let's go cave in a foxgirl's face.
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>>4723637
Another story for the TTS Lieren timeline.

A Custodes contemplates what goes through the Emperor's head every day after 10k years trapped in his throne. "The suffering he must experience...the golden throne is such a cruel device, if only it wasn't so necessary..." he adds with sadness as his barechested, totallynot pillarman body glistens under the lights of the Emprah's psyker aura.
[cuts to the inside of Emps mind]
> Lieren: There was once a frog that peacefully meditated in front of a river, his contemplation was suddenly broken by a scorpion. "My good friend frog, carry me on your back so we both pass the river" ordered the scorpion "Of course" replied the frog "but if you sting me the consequences will be dire". The frog helped the scorpion get on top of his back, then jumped into the river and began to swim. In the middle of the current, where the water was deep and treacherous, the scorpion stinged the frog with his poisonous tail. "Fool, now we both will drown, our lives' work undone" shouted the frog "LOL" said the scorpion "LMAO" he added as he was entombed in a golden toilet, guarded by his oiled gaylord harem.
Emps: [Unable to move even his astral form due to psy strain] Fuck you Lieren!!!
JoJo-looking monks of Dai: [Dressed as the asian delinquent version of Elvis minotaur bard] I think you have a fever...AND WHAT YOU NEED IS MORE COWBELL!!! BANG BANG BANG BANG
[The video fades to black as the sound of cowbells, laughter and the Emperor's desperate screams are heard in the background]
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>>4723204
>Thank our mentor and the spectral monks
>Tell Guozhi to protect the innocents of the castle
>"Honoured grandfather, there is also a man named Cao Yunru, help his efforts if you can"
///


"There is still two lessons within me grandfather Guozhi, both learned in my early days. The lesson i learned from my own people, from the stars, the primarchs. And the one of my dear father, Wenyan. By using them i will be able to fight on, and destroy this darkness. Thank you again, venerable master."


>>4722986
Thanks for taking the speech i made.
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>>4723701
I feel like the speech is too long for an TTS joke, those are usually shorter.
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>>4723512
>>4723499
Sounds like Battle Meditation from KOTOR

>Thank our mentor [just thank him]
>Tell Guozhi to use his power to protect the innocent in the castle, they need guardians much more than yourself
>"Honored grandfather, there is a man named Cao Yunru, help his efforts instead"
>Promise the spectral monks you shall rebuild what was taken from them
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>>4723679
I remember reading that the session finished years go, but the writing up of the stories is being done by player of Nubby so his attention keeps being stolen.

There's a website http://www.theallguardsmenparty.com/ but it is still at the inquisition/commissariat penal compound.
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>>4723711
I will admit, guozhi as a floating transparent chinese doll made me laugh hard.
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>>4723715
This is Lieren we are talking about, even his TTS self would make long poetic speeches.
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>>4723711
BORN TO LIVE
WORLD IS A FUCK
KILL EM ALL M30
I am prosperity man
410,757,864,530 DEAD NEVERBORN
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>>4723719
>Sounds like Battle Meditation from KOTOR
That is exactly what I was thinking.
Except we're not an easily swayed British tart.
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>Thank our mentor and the spectral monks
>Tell Guozhi to protect the innocents of the castle
>"Honoured grandfather, there is also a man named Cao Yunru, help his efforts if you can"
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>>4723619
If the 2nd legion inherits occasional moments of spiritual co-op everyone else would just chalk it up to the 2nd legion having a faulty Catalepsean Node and trying to pretty up their moments of vertigo or sleep paralysis. Meanwhile there's a xenos that wonders how a Terminator sneaked up on them in a barren desert.
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>>4724948
>Catalepsean Node
https://warhammer40k.fandom.com/wiki/Catalepsean_Node
So that's what that is. Neat.
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Calling the vote now

Tell Guozhi to use this strange power to protect the innocents within the castle:23
"Honored grandfather, there is a man named Cao Yunru, help his efforts instead":18
Thank your mentor, and tear down the jade gates! WITH YOUR BARE HANDS!:8
Wield both the six fanged spear and mighty chendao:1
Promise the spectral monks you shall rebuild what was taken from them:7

So Lieren shall tell Guozhi to focus his efforts on protecting the innocent victims within the palace and aiding Cao Yunru.

Thus selflessly depriving himself of the protection of the "Last gift of the Dai monks"

Writing now\

Also glad you guys thought the update was cool. Brings a smile to my face

>>4723711
Man, that absolutely slew me. I must've laughed for a good five minutes. Top work there, lad.

>>4723337
Also pretty funny

>>4723580
Think of the spectral monks as more of an echo or ripple being harness and amplified. Hence the last gift of the Dai monks. Guozhi is channeling what fragments of their essences remain as a bulwark against the dark. The echoes of their souls roused.

Guozhi basically used the monastery as a jug to gather droplets, and then poured it upon the great flame that is lieren, to create a protective mist held in being by his bolstered force of will connected with Lieren's unbreakable willpower

But, mist can condense into droplets once more, and be gathered again. But the monks themselves, as many of you theorized before got forcefully "removed" from their wheel of reincarnation.

Like shards of several broken pieces of pottery scattered and muddled together, if they were pieced together, it would be something different entirely.
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>>4723711
This is fucking beautiful
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>>4725145
>if they were pieced together, it would be something different entirely.
Something to ask Guozhi about when we have the time. If it's moral, should or should we not.
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I still wonder how powerful Lieren’s rage is if weaponized. It seems it was part of his intended role.
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>>4725145
The last posts were fucking beautiful. You are doing awesome and the way you describe what the monks are doing is poetic.

I wish more quests where this good.


Also I think the official gift from the XI to II primarch would be a surfboard. But I am more afraid a better gift would be a karoke machine... I also started actual proper writing again thanks to you and another much older quester who is a friend
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>>4725173
Thank you for the compliments.11th primarch is also a joy to read, I try to check in on it when I have the time. Though I will admit to being a quite a few updates behind. Cause of my shitty internet.
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>>4725181
I think the curse of the II and XI primarchs were the internet.
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>>4725145
If it means being burned that others are spared the roast, that is a trade we are willing to make.
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>>4725152
Well it would be a form of reincarnation for them, so I think we should just from that, to give them a continuation they would otherwise not have had.
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>>4723711
>Lieren and Kolinaisi when they learned what happened at Isstvan II & V
https://youtu.be/_Iwajb0Ibzk
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>>4725145
>Like shards of several broken pieces of pottery scattered and muddled together, if they were pieced together, it would be something different entirely.
Oh yeah, it's time to make a mini-emperor and him our son.
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>>4725224
Raise him as our son.
Fucking phoneposting
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>>4725224
>>4725227
that'd be real fucking interesting.
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>>4725224
>>4725227
>>4725238
>Emperor: "Buh-Wuh-Hrngh-HOW!?"
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Oh? Are you going to make little sensei's?
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>>4725251
>Have you seen the size of the vishnu women?
>wiggles eyebrows
>>4725258
OUR little senseis.
Big E is going to be a grandfather whether he wants it or not.
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I am curious what abilities our sensei's are going to get. For the emperor all his sesei's were blanks with immortality.
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Bowing your head, you attempt to converse with your vulnerable mentor in the realms of philosophy and spirituality, having experienced a similar form of communication while within the body of Kanzeon. It is akin to trying to write blindly, or make your intent clear with but the movements of your lips and eyes. A more instinctual form of communication, yet one far more advance than speech alone.

Despite your lack of training in this particular field of conversation, it would appear your message manages to reach your aged mentor, wherever upon Shangrala he has wandered to now. His joy and swelling pride become tangible within your mind and the air surrounding you, as you reach out into the realm of the spirits and dead through some means yet unknown to yourself, guided by his ever patient hand.

But you do not allow him the time to praise you, or explain the secrets of how he has managed to send a message directly into the depths of your mind through a distance that could span many leagues. Instead, you issue your beloved and ever respected tutor in deeper thought a command, urgent and desperate in its nature. The simple feeling shared between the two of you across the world is enough to convey to him the importance of the instructions now planted within his own psyche.

"Honored grandfather, while this humble wanderer is most gracious for the spiritual aid lent. There are others who are more endangered than I" You think, as you fearlessly approach the gates carved of jade, decorated with images of foxes, fire and indescribable depravities "The innocent victims taken captive within this place, the servants and slaves who revolt against the chains and the masters who hold them. I, Lieren may be threatened by the spirit that lies in wait ahead, but these poor souls are yet tormented and abused"

A great pained yet understanding sigh, whistles past your ears.

"You speak the truth, my most benevolent of pupils. Truly your generosity and mercy are without equal beneath the heaven, boundless and pure. But I urge you, oh wise Lieren, to retain at least a lingering protection upon yourself. Though you are mighty and unmatched upon the realm of the living, the foe you face is purely of the spiritual realm, unlike any opponent you have yet face" Guozhi's words whisper in your mind, worried and urgent, begging you to reconsider the thought already coursing its way to the surface of your thoughts "Please, do not ask of me what you intend to ask of me, for the sake of hope and the coming down"

With a gentle smile, you give your second order to your concerned mentor, the emotional wails and cries quivering the air around you as he comprehends the command given.
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>>4725274

"Honored grandfather, forgive me for this selfless act of selfishness, but there remains yet another in more dire need of your assistance than I. I would beseech thee to turn the aid of your brothers to him instead, Cao Yunru, the remorseful scholar who even now labors to save the lives of many" You order gently and serenely, not wishing to force Old Guozhi to abandon the man who gave him hope and guidance in his darkest of hour.

"I under stand, oh generous, oh benevolent, oh merciful Lieren. If you shall fall this night, I will ensure your legacy is upheld and your name endures the passing of dynasties" Guozhi cries, as the blue tinged mist surrounding you recedes like the waves upon a lake.

The spectral monks bow their heads and shake their pressed hands in the air as Guozhi and yourself habitually do at times. One by one, they vanish into the gloom leaving you once more alone in your mind.

Pausing only to take a breath, the ethereal heat surrounding you scorching both your tongue and lungs, you approach the gate boldly. Without needless ceremony or hesitation, you press your hands upon the carved relief and begin to harness all of your strength, to push open the titanic gate of jade. Your muscle bulge and tense, your footing becomes loose and slips as you push against the extravagant obstacle barring your way.

Groaning, your body cries out, burning and aching from the sheer effort of moving such a weight. However, you know the depths of your might, and bring all of it of it to bare against the great gate, every muscle fiber, every tendon, moving as a precise machine to push aside this final trial.

And at last be finished with the madness and Tyranny of the Yan.

The jade grinds and cuts against itself as you at last manage to force the intricately carved gates apart, pushing them open in perhaps your greatest feat of raw strength and stubborness yet.

And no sooner are they split open, does a great clawed hand, furred by shimmering flames of gold, white and pink reach through the gap to grab hold of you around your waist.

Before can sever it at the wrist, you are lifted into the air and dragged past the gates, as a terrible shrill laughter and barking mad shriek fill the air, a thousand stolen voice crying out in sadistic glee.

"DAMNATIONS!" You bellow in indignation, pulling and clawing at the hand whipping you across the throne room of The Celestial Incarnation Palace.

A great mass of fire inhabits it now, alone except for a mewling mass of meat and blubber, pathetically pawing and clinging to its side. For a moment, the air shimmers as if a great heat filled the room, as you see the vague outline of a most voluptuous woman in the depths of the fire.
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>>4725276

But your eyes can see the truth in all things, and you see Huli jing for what she truly is. A gigantic fox devil, with eyes of bleeding amber, jaws and claws gilded with gold, and eight tails whipping through the wind as the vessel she inhabits begins to burn away beneath the sheer potency of her foul essence.

Clenching your jaw, you kick your legs out and catch them upon the wall, stone and bejeweled tiles flying free as you trunk like limbs slow and gradually halt your flight through the air. Beneath the shroud of flames, the true body of Huli Jing begins to manifest beneath the stolen skin she wore.

"Lieren, great hunter, he who is without equal upon heaven or earth!" Her voice resonates, every voice she has stolen brushing and squirming its way into your ear, each syllable uttered a fresh defilement inspiring renewed vigor and rage alike "unparalleled slayer of beasts and men, the star that heralds a new dawn of prosperity and benevolence"

Snarling, you manage to get a proper grip on your chendao as the ethereal shroud of the hellish concubine nears you, creeping towards your face as her sorcerous flames reveal her now tangible flesh and fur of fire. The tail upon your side, struggles to rejoin the whole.

"I have an offer, that even one who embodies temperance and self restrain will find most tempting" The abomination purrs and coos as if speaking to a pet, pulling itself closer to you as it emerges from the flesh of its unfortunate host "The preservation of your work, the certainty your legacy shall endure beyond even the end of time itself, what say you, oh "honorable" Lieren?"

How do you respond, Lieren?

Without hesitation of course! the beast had made the folly of stepping so close to you, to be within your reach. With a defiant roar, you slam your elbow into its jaw. The sheer shock of resistance causing Huli Jing to release its hold upon you and drop you to the ground. Reaching for its jaw, it unleashes an earsplitting shriek, and charges towards you.

Now you understand the terror your own prodigious stature inspires in other more mundane men. But it does not settle upon your heart, instead you flash a grin and yell back wordlessly.

The battle begins
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<Recorded Passage from a rare 4th edition of the <Data redacted>, interred in the personal collection of <Data redacted> Item is a collection of stories and poems once commonly found within <Data Redacted>, the item is bound in a covering formed of pulped leather, many of its pages have become compromised by the passage of time and exposure to the elements. Currently out <Data redacted> Only <Data redacted> pages are complete enough to remain somewhat legible>


...A story that has endured the ages, is the tale of the final day the rule of the devils of Yan. Many stories are told of this night, stories of triumph, brutal battle, and benevolence and virtue triumphing over evil and wickedness.
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>>4725277

The slaying of the devourer of maidens, the hunting of the devil who made hounds out of men, How the hellish festival was consigned to flames, the judgement wrought upon the mad painter, and the slaying of the two headed fox beast that guarded the final layer of the benighted palace, and numerous other tales of Lieren nobly subjugating the many evils that dwelled within the hellish halls of the tyrant foxes. Obviously most of these tales are but parables, symbolic of the dangers presented by over indulgence. And while many of my contemporaries believe that these ghastly beings met by the kindly giant were based upon historical figures, perhaps particularly horrid examples of the prior dynasty, know that such abomination exists only within monsters constructed to frighten children. It is true, Lieren had encountered many twisted forms of life, and many twisted men.

But to say he marched into a hive of devils who devoured the flesh of maidens, or hunted children or used the fluids of their victims as paint is simple foolishness and a sign that the

However, one tale spread far and wide, concerns the legion of spirits and ghosts who came to noble Lieren's aid in his climatic battle against the demonic lord that had long plagued the land and his travels, the Huli Yan, as the beast is oft referred to in song. A rousing story to be sure, the victimized dead returning to save others when they themselves could no be saved, similar to the story of the Tao spirits mentioned in chapter <page illegible by excessive fire damage>

<Legible writing resumes several pages later>

Which is why, in my own humble opinon, by the accounts gathered, I believe these "Spirit Monks" to be merely the flock of Great Lieren's students, who had followed his journey to the capital alongside his army. For how could a man, even ones as great as Lieren himself, be able to face an army alon <page purposefully damaged, missing exactly 75% of its mass, remaining pages of the passage are either entirely missing or otherwise damaged to the point of illegibility>
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Cao Yunru lay upon the ground, mesmerized by the sight before him. He was sure he had met his end, when he had been ambushed by wild men, covered in strange foreign tattoos in the final cache of gunpowder. Their horrific appearance had caught him by surprise, and he was nearly overwhelmed. Before, a strange mist surrounded and cloaked him, as ghostly figures emerged from it, chanting the same phrase as if it were a mantra of protection and denouncement.

"Retribution" They sang and hummed "Retribution"

The scholar watched, understanding it must be a hallucination brought upon by blood loss or exhaustion. Or sow he thought. Until one of the monks, less skeletal and charred than his brothers kneeled down.

And he saw in his tear filled eyes, a familiar youthfulness.
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>>4725281

The shock was enough to faint the meek man, as the avatar of Guozhi's disembodied mind began to mend his wounds to the best of his capabilities
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wm6vU23R2Qo
"DAMINATIONS! MAY THE COURTS CURSE YOUR LINEAGE! WHORE BORN POX UPON REALITY!" You raged, as your helmet was torn from your face, as Huli Jing dragged you against the wall, sparks and slivers of metal splintering from your armor as you fought and struggled against the colossal fox, who stood as a woman would.

In her six amber eyes, contempt and glee intermingled. Drool washed across her gilded fangs as she used your body as a plow upon the wall, cutting a deep trench with it as she sprinted across the corpse strewn throne room. The mewling flesh pile that was Yan Weizha cries out with a mixture of maddened delight and impotent distress.

Serrated claws dug into the armor of your breast plate, curled talons grasping for your flesh. At last you found your footing once against, and adopted a sturdy stance, fortifying your balance by shifting your center of mass lower.

Glaring into Huli Jing's eyes, past her lashing tongue of flame you wrestled against her, pushing her back a step as she tittered and sneered.

What is your first proper move in this battle, Lieren?
>Fire all the ammunition remaining in your Chendao directly into her chest
>Grip the beasts lower jaw and force her head down upon your raised knee.
>Swing your Chendao, attempting to slice her bulging throat
>Pivot, swing your leg up, and preform a crescent axe kick directly to her temple
>Write in?
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>>4725284
>Fire all the ammunition remaining in your Chendao directly into her chest
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>>4725284
>>Fire all the ammunition remaining in your Chendao directly into her chest
Let's start this party with a bang.
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>>4725284
>Fire all the ammunition remaining in your Chendao directly into her chest
>Stab the thot and then fire it all point blank in her chest.
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>>4725281
>is simple foolishness and a sign that the
The what?

>>4725284
>Write in?
Use the spear. We're gonna need something with a little more flare. Archeotech should fair more better.
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>>4725284
>Fire all the ammunition remaining in your Chendao directly into her chest
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>>4725295
Malal forgot to put a <Data lost> there
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>>4725281
Also who is this atheist redditor of a historian that keeps trying to rewrite history? Is it one of the emperor's goons trying to silence the knowledge of daemons from the masses?
If he is a remembrancer assigned to us, he is getting throw out of an airlock mid warp.
Want to see him deny their existance than.
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>>4725284
>Thrust your Chendao into her chest and empty the remaining ammunition directly into it.
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>>4725284
>Grip the beasts lower jaw and force her head down upon your raised knee.
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>Thrust your Chendao into her chest and empty the remaining ammunition directly into it.
Enough messing around
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>>4725284
>Unleash all remaining ammunition into her chest after peircing it.

>Never stop denouncing her existence, never stop speaking refusal of her temptations. Turn our faith and disgust into shields of the soul and swords of the mind.
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>>4725284
>>Write in?
>As it lunges shove our blade through the top of its mouth through the 'skull' then pull the trigger to withdraw the weapon going for another swing, But if we ever pin it lock eyes and chant so that it might know the truth in its own being, we cannot be tempted undo it from its core.

"All you have built is being undone old fox,
The City stands; your plan FAILED!
Your pawns are scattered; They FAILED
Your tried to tempt me? YOU HAVE FAILED!"

As we carve up this oversized Vulpe we recite our Journey
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>>4725299
Do you believe that we also fought for two years against a six armed giant who upon slaying, had his blood spread across the land to form seeds from which warriors who ascended to the stars were born?

Or perhaps that we climbed a mountain in the guise of a dead man under a rain of gems and diamonds to speak with a family of spirits for another two years to explain that the people they turned into diamonds were tortured by their doing this?

Scholars must seperate fact from fiction and our tale, our real tale, is just as fantastical as some of the stories that survive us.
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>>4725298
But in all honestly that is probably my most glaring typo yet. Beyond even the grain event
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I kinda have my doubts about firing all the howitzer sized rounds into the chest. Isn't there supposed to be something about muzzle velocity? Why not aim for the eyes, nose, ears, and throat to disrupt it's senses?
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>>4725315
The problem is when you have space marines, giant people and psichic fungi walking around, some of the fantastical elements stop being fantastical.
This dude is going too far on the scepticism. I bet the only reason it's the only copy and is badly damaged is that some of our sons read it and decided to give him a personal visit, and kept one as a trophy to remember a particulary annoying guy.
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>>4725317
Personally, I've been playing too much Monster Hunter and the gunlance moveset is cool, I feel I have to vote for it
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>>4725277
> eight tails whipping through the wind as the vessel she inhabits begins to burn away beneath the sheer potency of her foul essence.
Haha. Got your tail.
>>4725284
>>Fire all the ammunition remaining in your Chendao directly into her chest
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>>4725324
you got me there. Monster Hunter is pretty dope, but against a demon?
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>>4725319
I should hope not. Beating a scholar and burning his works simply for not thinking that a primarch did all this fantastical shit?
What legion of ours would do that and not educate him on the nature of primarchs? And even if he persists in his ignorance and refuses their words, that is his path he has chosen and it hurts none but himself.

That being said, I don't think this scholar knows we are a primarch, and I think it highly likely it is done some thousands of years after the heresy.
If you remove us being a primarch from the equation, and make us a man from before the conquest of the planet. . . A bit easier to conceive that we are a deification of a great man rather than a walking hulk.
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>>4725317
>Disclaimer, I am not an expert on ballistics, physics, metallurgy, or any other relevant subjects to this discussion.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure point-blank shots are going to do the most damage.
First, the rounds are gonna start losing energy the instant they leave the barrel and the gasses from the the detonated cartridge aren't acting on them in an enclosed environment.
Thus you would want to have shorten the distance between the muzzle of the Chendao and the target as much as possible.
That's done to make sure all that kinetic energy from the projectile is dumped into the target and not the air.
Secondly, the resulting cartridges firing would probably produce a pretty devastating shockwave at the muzzle as well.
The pressure would probably be more than enough to damage tissue and shatter bones if the barrel of the Chendao is pressed right up against the target.
This is why blank catridges are still extremely dangerous despite not actually launching projectiles.
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>>4725337
If it hurts dragons and dinosaurs it will work against an oversized fox in heat.
Right?
The pun wasn't intended but I'm keeping it
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>>4725339
Oh, I wasn't implying that they beat him up, just imagine writing all that trying to debunk the fantastical elements, and someday two giants covered in metal with glowing golden eyes knock on your door and say that they are Lieren's sons, and that he was even bigger and stronger.
If you have any integrity you throw the book in the fireplace and try to do a mass recall, cause you obviouly fucked up.
Than the giants pick up the burning book, put it out, have a laugh and say to not worry about it.
It probably ended up soubding like a threat because of the airlock thing wasn't it? It was more of a hatred for the stupity of the Imperial "Truth" than dislike for the dude.
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>>4725374
The airlock thing did it, yeah.
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>>4725377
I mean, throwing some guy out an airlock for getting things wrong and disbelieving that Lieren could cut people by merely waving his hand hard enough to turn the displaced air into a blade, is kind of beyond a threat and is just murder.

Especially throwing them out mid warp jump. That'd make what happened to Ling look like a merciful euthanasia desu
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>>4725436
>disbelieving that Lieren could cut people by merely waving his hand hard enough to turn the displaced air into a blade
I bet Lieren could do that if he tried.
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>>4725446
There's nothing to bet. He could.
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>>4725313
Changing to support this. Hell yes.
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>>4725313
Backing this write in.
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>>4725284
>>Pivot, swing your leg up, and preform a crescent axe kick directly to her temple
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>>4725284
>>Fire all the ammunition remaining in your Chendao directly into her chest
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>>4725436
It was less about him not believing it, and more if he was one of the emperor's propagandists trying to spread the Imperial Truth and that daemons aren't real. A message to him and his fanatics if you will.
Although a cathartic idea, it would be completly out of character for Lieren, so it will have to live only in my imagination.
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>>4725313
+1
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>>4725313
Supporting the hell out of this
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>>4725313
Supporting

Changing from >>4725308
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>>4725520
The point of the Imperial Truth is that it's the Emperor's attempt at a weaponized meme against Chaos, something to rally humanity around, and guide humanity away from the mistakes of the past (GoaT humanity created half of the problems they faced in the AoS). Overall the Imperial Truth wasn't stupid just misguided.
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>>4725299
It s probably something of the future. Much like other bits of future, they all seem and present the material as old.

I believe they are all in 40k or just far away time wise. Eitherway with the story things change, and the reason and who writes do to. Perhaps this one was a scholar, at the court of a planetary governor just right after a war. Materials lack, knowledge of chaos is probably a no unless there are certain responsability granted (look at cadians for example) and so and so on. The copy at court of the Journey, might have receive 30 or so changes by the inquisition and it s the one to give to the public opinion, while originals are treated as relics and not allowed to the public.

>>4725313
Support
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>>4725145
Thanks mal

>>4725151
Thanks as well. 11th primarch is a nice quest too, i hope you will continue it.
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>>4725586
Even if the Emperor was right about chaos needing workship, denying their existance was the wrong move, since they are an active force that can influence people, therefore being able to produce an infinite number of envoys and agents, since doubt and misinformation can only go so far.
And the fact that he didn't even try to stop what qould lead people to workship such malevolent beings, such as shitty çiving conditions and persecution, and in many ways actually contributed to an increase in them with the imperial truth silence any opposition, it was and idea doomed to failure one way or the other.
The Intetex had the right idea. Know your enemy, identify them, renounce them.
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>>Fire all the ammunition remaining in your Chendao directly into her chest
>>4725313
and i also support adding this
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>>4725313
+1
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>Theoritical scenario where the Imperium doesnt find Shangrala until the planet is hive-city level of technology
I know Lieren would probably not commission or make Titans for no good reason, but what about giant construction mechs?
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>>4725223
Having Lieren finally snap due to the Istvan Massacre and succumb to his righteous anger for once would be a hell of a sight. It could make the Black Rage look like a toddler’s tantrum in comparison.
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>>4725913
So I wasn't aware of what the Drop Site Massacre was until I read about it 5 minutes ago.
Holy fucking shit.
Ya know what it kinda reminds me of in a strategic sense though?
The shit we pulled with Dai-Nu
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>>4725284
Supporting this
>>4725313
and use the archeotech spear if we can when the Chendao is out of ammunition.
How could Lieren had trouble opening the gate of jade when it was regularly opened by malnourished children? Did they use a whole army of them for that or was Huli Jing keeping the gate closed?
>>4725692
"If knowledge can create problems, it is not through ignorance that we can solve them." Although this is Warhammer, every act can lead to a bad outcome.
>>4725892
There was some discussion about the possibility that Lieren was sent back in time so we may find the Emperor in 100 years and yet be the third Primarch rediscovered though there is no proof as of yet that this is what is happening.
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>>4725954
The kids also used levers, pullies, teams and fulcrums to slowly open the massive fucking doors, using every trick in the book to make it possible by increasing the power of their force applied.
We on the other hand did it utterly stubbornly in the exact manner the door was designed to resist.

As a side note, I'm glad we forfeited our protection for Cao. He will survive.
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>>4725913
200 years of bottled-up anger about daemons will do that to a guy. Angry Ron can attest to that.
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>>4725263
obligatory picture of Kamakshi. Even Emps wouldn't be safe from the Vishnu ladies.

>>4725284
>>4725313
Support, especially with the taunt.
"Bitch-demon, I reject you!
Look on my works and your corpse to know the level of your incompetence."

I hope I don't have to explain the pun of calling her a bitch.
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>>4726027
Prosperity actually impacts the citizens health? Who knew?
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>>4726027
Not insulting the demon is really a lost opportunity.

Because if we don't do it now, we will have to wait for the end of the heresy when they come back with their greater daemon big brother to try and beat the shit out of our self-restrained demon banishing ass.
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>>4726117
>Implying we aren't going to delete them from existance with our malaic blessing and make all the other daemons shit themselves.
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>>4726222
Where's the fun in doing that now, and not later when it's had over 8 decades to seethe about how much we spanked it's hiney?
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>>4726257
It's a slaneshi daemon, it's going to spending that time fapping and looking foward to it again.
The only way to win against these perverts is to remove them quickly and be done with it forever
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>>4726265
You have a warped perception of a demon who attempts to emulate perfection. Because that's another facet of slannesh, perfection.

Having failed will harm them immensely and not an immediate fap fest.
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>>4726222
I wonder if we could help birth a none chaos god by being nice.

>>4726276
Could be both. This demon could get weaker, but other demons would probably fap to it getting punish by slaneesh.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2Hb4bngxJ8
For Slaaneshis just hurting their pride does more damage than any blade

So if we just keep banishing it etc. It'll possibly just get too weak and fade away
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>>4726311
That was Fulgrim, a daemon prince, but you are right.
Repeatedly doing it would be fun. But this is just my desire to harm them to enact vengence, not effeciency.
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>>4726276
I have no doubt that it will be mad as fuck about failing, the problem is that it will enjoy seething, cooping and dilating, after all humiliation is a (unfortunately) common fetish.

Anyway here's a fresh meme.
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>>4726319
Changed it a bit, I believe it now fits Lieren more.
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>>4726338
nice
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>>4726338
>>4726319
>Pict capture of a Vishnu raised (Standard) Shangralan of advanced age, this man is a Light Infantry Auxila attached to the 2nd Legion interacting with local Cultists defying the Lex Imperialis code on religion
>Considering the trooper's words, the Cultists must have been abhorrent to attain such vitriol
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>>4726319
Damage to the pride is near impossible to replace, but others will indeed find it amusing. But hey, anything you do empowers chaos, so what you gonna do?
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I was thinking a little bit about the Bone devouring forest and how it had Daemon spawn inside of it and it got me to thinking about the Toad Dragon. After we killed it, we built a shrine for the fallen, but we didn't explore its layer the same way we explored underneath the Bone Devouring Woods. We encountered a greater evil underneath the taint of the wood, maybe there's something underneath the Toad Dragons layer that's been allowed to sit and fester and we missed it.
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>>4726861
Those weren't demons. Those were humans that got fucked up either through super science or warp fuckery.
Deforesting the forest is already on the bucket list. We dont need to aim for anything in particular. I'd we find something then we'll find something. If you're hoping we'll find data for other ship crash sites we'd have better luck asking Kanzeon for her black box or what she remembered what her sisters landfall sites were.
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>>4725692
>The Intetex had the right idea. Know your enemy, identify them, renounce them.

Having read what the Eldar taught about Chaos, or Kaos as they called it, I'm not so sure they weren't just being strung along on false hope by Chaos.

I mean, the Kinebrach were one of their client species, despite having made the original Anathame and fighting in open combat with all the tried and true tactics of a Nurglite cult, tearing open small localized Warp rifts and using biochemical weapons/syntesized plagues potent enough to kill Space Marines in minutes.

And from what they said when they accused Horus and the Imperium of being corrupted by Chaos, namely that he's radiating Warp energies (being a Primarch), looks built for war and has the very word 'war' in his official title.

By that description, one could just as well make the argument that ORKS are clearly Kaos.

So yeah, maybe the Interex were onto something, but signs indicate they didn't have nearly as good a grip on the stuff as they believed themselves to have.
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>>4726910
They lacked complete knowledge, but had the right idea.
Not even the emperor knew everything about Chaos, so for a bunch of mortals they were on tbe right track.
And if I remember right, when they were written the main idea on how the primarchs were made was that the emperor made a deal with the chaos gods and them tricked them of their payment, and therefore they were right in detecting the enemy.
Fucking GW and it's infinite retcons that somehow manage to be worse than the last make following the plot hell.
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Alright, calling the vote now

Fire all the remaining rounds within your chendao directly into her chest:9
-Specifically stab her first before doing so:4
Use the six fanged spear:1
Never stop denouncing her existence, never stop speaking refusal of her temptations. Turn our faith and disgust into shields of the soul and swords of the mind:1
As it lunges shove our blade through the top of its mouth through the 'skull' then pull the trigger to withdraw the weapon going for another swing (+ the FAILED speech):10
Axe kick!:1

So the write in to stab the chendao into Huli Jing's mouth, firing to free it, and swinging again wins

So that's what Lieren will do, along with the YOU HAVE FAILED speech

>>4726319
>>4726338
Amazing

>>4726311
I fuckin love that song btw. its one of the ones I listen to when I write updates

>>4725223
>>4725913
I've been imaging how The massacre will go down if mr prosperity is present for it for awhile
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>>4727090
would lieren recognize it for the trap it is? or would he be to angry?
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>>4727104
It's not like he would have a reason to suspect the traitors
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>>4726311
>>4727090
I use it for writing to and for the story tree at work too.

>>4727104
He may be stationed elsewhere at the time. Or Worse.
I like to hope he would though.
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>>4727104
There's a possibility, but not a big one. Part of the reason the three loyalist legions were beaten so badly is because the defection of the other four was so out of left field.
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Snarling in response to the devil's mockery, spittle flies from your lips dyed pink by the blood splattered upon them. She curls her wickedly serrated claws, digging them into the flesh upon your bare shoulder and the back of the hand gripping her own. Tracing her monsters fingers over the scars given to you by the Toad Dragon years prior, the agonies of the wound reawaken as if it had one the day it had been inflicted upon your flesh.

Tightening your grip, ignoring the golden blades clawing into your empty hand, you endeavor to crush Huli Jing's own hand. Despite her monstrous size and strength, you are able to hold your ground against her sadistic, and feral assaults. And by utilizing all the strength your own body can muster with out damaging itself, you begin to push the abominable creature back, standing tall and proud once more as you regain your footing. Now, facing the wretched fox demon at your full height, the two of your grapple, each struggling to force the other to the ground or snap and splinter bone. She has the advantage of leverage, but cannot hope to harness the energy that fuels and empowers yourself.

The fire known as Hope, the indomitable of flame of the human spirit, Conviction!

Growling so harshly your throat aches, you gain the upper hand, forcefully pushing the Hellish Concubine several steps back. And then with a keening cry, throwing her away. It serves to create but a momentary delay in her assault, as her body spirals through the air, becoming partly flame before she lands upon all four of her paws, shrieking as she pounces to resume her attack. Flying through the air, her claws outstretch, fire dancing upon their edges , eyes locked on your own as her remaining tails are set ablaze. Faces, silent yet screaming in agony or groaning in pleasure rise from the white tips of her golden tails. The one at your side also conflagrates itself without a spark, but all that comes from it is smoke. Pale and white, contrasting the ebony black that billows around Huli Jing herself, taking on all manners of horrific forms and miens.

A smirk cuts across your face, turning to a manic and unrestrained grin as Huli Jing in her blind rages throws herself at you once more. As you had expected her to, as you had planned for her to. Her wounded pride has led her directly into the path of your counterattack.

Pivoting and shifting your mass, as her jaws creak open to unleash lashing tongues of flames and prepare to sink her gilded fangs into your throat. Lowering your arms and the Chendao within them, you adopt the low stance of the fog panther style. Never once averting your eyes from your opponent cloaked in golden flames and the nightmarish illusions spawned from its smoke, you ready yourself by spreading your legs further apart so as to adopt a more robust and unmovable posture.
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>>4727296

Moving with the same haste as falling thunder, you drive the tip of your Chendao's blade through the evil's spirit lower jaw, spittle and embers of flame scattering upon the air, soon joined by a geyser of blood.

Huli Jing merely bites down upon the blade. The steel begins to groan and creak, as the flesh of her upper jaw somehow refuses being cut or split. Gritting your teeth, you change your approach, and begin to instead use your weapon as a lever. Turning the Fox Devil's power against her, by redirecting it to guide and force her neck to either snap or be slammed to the ground like a hammer.

Again, Huli Jing resists and continues the struggle, torrents of blood and smoke flowing from her mouth as she stands above you. Its almost as if she intends to drown you in the crimson river itself.

Clenching your jaw harder, you change tactics yet again, your quick wit once more proving to be a most invaluable tool. For Huli Jing has forgotten that the Chendao is also a rifle intended and built to crack walls and end sieges. If she was ever aware its true nature at all. Gripping the trigger tightly, you unleash a burst of fire directly within her open maw. The momentum and sheer force generated by the firing, not only frees the blade from her fangs but allows it to broaden the wound it has already cut as it is pushed through her flesh.

Huli Jing does not make a sound, and merely stand motionless for a splinter of a moment. It is obvious she has some how endured and survived a total of five siege breaker rounds being fired directly into her skull. That is troublesome. Tittering like a drunken maiden, she whips her limbs from the smoke that surrounds her and flies into another flurry of strikes, cackling madly as she attempts to rip your flesh to ribbons.

"All you have built is being undone old fox!" Your roar, as you struggle to dodge her attacks, the carp dance being capable of only allowing your to avoid a deadly mauling, as though you sway, twist, turn and dance, you can feel your skin being cut or burned as often as you feel the rushing breeze of a missed strike.

"All you have built SHALL be corrupted, Young Panther!" She hisses in reply, reaching for you neck. Ducking under her arm, you stand to her side, the smoke clearing as you pass through it. Utilizing the monument built by the sudden movement, you swing the mighty Chendao in an upwards arc as you rise.

"The city stands; Your plan FAILED! Your pawns are scattered, They Failed! You tried to tempt me?! YOU HAVE FAILED!!" You bellow, with a voice powerful enough to shake the palace itself, the air vibrating and cooling as the words fly from your lungs.

The blade of your Chendao cuts cleanly across Huli Jings face, scarlet staining her brilliant golden fur, soiling its white under coat. Yet she remains silent, even as one of her six eyes is pulped in the prowess. A jackalish grin spreads across her vulpine lips. A dread realization strikes you.
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>>4727299

The blade has been caught in her skull, and lodged firmly.

Moving as swiftly as fire across oil, Huli jing grips her gilded claws upon the steel haft of the chendao, tapping it mockingly.

She begins to pull with all of her strength, intending to lift you from the ground along with the legacy of your fallen friend. A searing rage numbs the pain dancing across your skin, tensing the muscles beneath!

What is your second move, Lieren?
>Empty the magazine directly against Huli Jings skull
>Let go of the Chendao, and seemlessly strike with the six fanged spear. If any deserves to feel its bite, it is Huli Jing.
>Release the Chendao, and combine the Carp style with the blades of the twin princes. Huli Jing shall regret enraging you so.
>Pull back and head butt the Fox Devil. Several times.
>Write in?

Sorry for the shorter update.Oh, and Happy easter if you celebrate it, lads!
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>>4727301
>>Empty the magazine directly against Huli Jings skull
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>>4727301
>>Release the Chendao, and combine the Carp style with the blades of the twin princes. Huli Jing shall regret enraging you so.

Move into another form. As each weapon is taken, another shall take its place.
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>>4727301
>Release the Chendao, and combine the Carp style with the blades of the twin princes. Huli Jing shall regret enraging you so.
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>>4727301
>Release the Chendao, and combine the Carp style with the blades of the twin princes. Huli Jing shall regret enraging you so.
Recite the journey
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>>4727301
>The steel begins to groan and creak, as the flesh of her upper jaw somehow refuses being cut or split.
Our friend Chen was too strong to ever crumple under the force of an ugly vulpine creature!

>She begins to pull with all of her strength, intending to lift you from the ground along with the legacy of your fallen friend
YOU DARE SULLY OUR FRIEND'S LEGACY WITH YOUR TOUCH?!

>Release the Chendao, and combine the Carp style with the blades of the twin princes. Huli Jing shall regret enraging you so.
>Write in?
Continue denouncing her existence. Retribution is at hand. The dead of Shangrala will finally rest easy when she is finally banished.
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>>4727371
>YOU DARE SULLY OUR FRIEND'S LEGACY WITH YOUR TOUCH?!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJ-f599-sWs
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>>4727301
>Empty the magazine directly against Huli Jings skull.
She's a daemon, bullets don't seem to do shit, so better to spend them into an action that allows us to gain an advantage (we weaken her, stagger her and recover our weapon, ready to strike).

Btw, did the whole "YOU HAVE FAILED" speech go throuh in the end? I thought it sounded a little prideful and overconfident, kinda OOC for Lieren. Has it acomplished anything positive?
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Guys, if we release the Chendao, she will try to snap it in half or some shit.
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>>4727399
>Guys, if we release the Chendao, she will try to snap it in half or some shit.
Not if we keep the transition to the dual swords fluid and renew our assault on her.
Hard to focus on breaking a Primarch made weapon when you're getting cut to pieces.
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>>4727393
These are big bullets. Use enough and they'll more or less work.
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>>4727301
>Empty the magazine directly against Huli Jings skull
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>>4727301
>>Release the Chendao, and combine the Carp style with the blades of the twin princes. Huli Jing shall regret enraging you so.

Recite the Journey
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>>4727434
Supporting
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>>4726874
I was under the impression they were Chaos spawns.
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>>4727301
>Release the Chendao, and combine the Carp style with the blades of the twin princes. Huli Jing shall regret enraging you so.

>>4727399
So what? Attachment to material object we can rebuild and replace is silly.
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>>4727301
>Carp style
>Recite the journey, make new passages specifically for Huli Jing
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>>4727301
>>Release the Chendao, and combine the Carp style with the blades of the twin princes. Huli Jing shall regret enraging you so.

We shall truly become like the fog and blanket our foe with steel blades. For every strike she makes we shall return three or more.
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>>4727301
>Empty the magazine directly against Huli Jings skull
then
>Release the Chendao, and combine the Carp style with the blades of the twin princes.
Recite the journey and possibly make new passages specifically for Huli Jing
>>4727197
The thing is, Lieren's ability is seeing the truth in someone's soul so that means that he will be in the other side of the galaxy when the other Primarchs are corrupted and the Massacre happens or more disturbingly they have some way of preventing Lieren from seeing their corruption and betrayal.
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>>4727301
>Write-In
>Empty the magazine directly against Huli Jings skull
>Push with a double kick the Chendao deep in her skull, use the kick for jump some meters away. Then combine the Carp style with the blades of the twin princes.
>Begin reciting the Journey, for demolish to the very core the mind and will of the evil spirit. Before counterattacking cut the tail at our side, then launch in one of the braziers of the king hall. Afterwards attack the other tails. They hold her power.

"It s time for you to be destroyed spirit. Starting from this first piece."
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>>4727301
>Pull back and head butt the Fox Devil. Several times.

I want this, I think it might work, but I want it to happen so much much more.

Also happy Easter Malal.
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>>4727301
>Release the Chendao, and combine the Carp style with the blades of the twin princes. Huli Jing shall regret enraging you so.
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>>4727301
>Release the Chendao, and combine the Carp style with the blades of the twin princes. Huli Jing shall regret enraging you so.
>Chant more of the journey, specificaly the realization we had after defeating the Yin general.
As much as I want to empty the magazine, she probably is expecting it now.
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>>4727393
it did go through but it's not that prideful. It is denouncement.
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An elder requested this.
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>>4727849
And the counterpart.
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>>4727849
>>4727853
Beautiful work, anon.
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>>4727849
>>4727853
Outstanding
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>>4727849
>>4727853

Great job
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>>4727853
>>4727849
Fucking Fantastic
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>>4727849
You did awesome
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>>4727849
>>4727853
The virgin Lectitio Divinitatus vs. the chad Journey
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>>4727917
The Lectitio Virginitatus
>pompous High Gothic name nobody can pronounce
>restricts thinking and engenders passivity through restrictive teachings and needless prejudice
>written by a Chaos worshipper with a head more barren than Cyrene
The Chad Journey
>simple yet symbolic name anyone can understand, I couldn’t even make up funny wordplay for it
>encourages understanding and cooperation by teaching its followers not what to think, but how to think for themselves
>written by a loyalist? with voluminous iron-coloured locks
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>>4728134
>loyalist?
Lieren is certainly loyal to The Emperor's vision for humanity and the end-goals thereof.
Friction might occur when we actually learn of his methodology, so it's anybody's guess as to whether we don't end up ditching Big E entirely.
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>>4728134
>>4727917
suzushiro_(suzushiro333) is the sauce of the OP pic
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>>4728171
What pic? The one Malal posted?
Why bring it up now? And to those replies?
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>>4728188
>>4728171
Wait, theres nothing about warhammer in that twitter handle.
Did you post in the wrong thread by accident my dude?
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>>4728191
>>4728188
Wrong thread, sorry
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>>4728170
I mean, there's nothing saying Lieren wouldn't try to make the Imperial Truth something that can genuinely repel Chaos.

Near as I can tell, the only things the Imperial Truth really said were:
1) There is no such thing as gods, every power is knowable and every question can be answered.
2) Humanity is the greatest thing to have ever existed in the gloomy fuckfest that is the Milky Way, and must be preserved both from physical threats as well as environmental contamination/degradation of the human genepool.
3) Aliens cannot be trusted, if they're to exist it must be as subservient to humanity, because they're likely to pull a backstab again otherwise.
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>>4728275
You now made me want to see the primarchs dressed as maids.
And I refuse to be the one to actually make such a cursed idea a reality.
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>>4728302
*Skateboarding* maids
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>>4727849
>>4727853
I think you did fucking awesome
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Calling the vote now

Empty the magazine directly against Huli Jing's skull:5
Release the Chendao, and combine the Carp style with the blades of the twin princes. Huli Jing shall regret enraging you so:13
Recite the journey:8
Pull back and head butt the Fox Devil. Several times:1
Push with a double kick the Chendao deep in her skull, use the kick for jump some meters away:1

total votes 17 (I counted the denounce her existence vote as reciting the journey)

So Lierne shall release the Chendao, and seamlessly switch to wielding the twin prince's blades alongside the carp style, while chanting verses from the journey, as he knows it to be able to inflict harm upon his otherworldly enemies

Writing now


>>4727849
>>4727853
Amazing work there, anon.
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>>4728625
oh and 1 vote to cut the tail currently secured to your side. Forgot to count that, but it won't change the total votes
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However, such a flare of fury is naught but animal instinct. The response to seeing a treasure imparted with emotional weight and value defiled by another. Small Chen's legacy is far deeper than the material weapon forged from your grief. It exists deeper, not only in your heart or the remains of his armor forged into your own armaments, but the knowledge now forever attached to the weapon that bares his namesake and the armor invented to prevent deaths such as his from occurring regularly. That is Chen's legacy. Not the steel in your hands.

Letting go of the material, and emotional attachment to the killing tool, you release your physical grip of it as well. A serene wind of calm banishes the clouds of anger in your mind, allowing you to act without needless impulses or passions. Using as few motions as possible, you draw the blades of the twin princes from the sash tied around your waist. Drawing the Identical Daos as quickly and efficiently as possible, you loosen your taught muscles and adopt a far more fluid stance before. Where once you stood as stone, now you sway as water.

The Chendao is pulled away from you, the sting of spite once more poisoning your heart to see such a fine weapon, one that bares a deceased friend's name so sullied by the touch of an evil spirit. But it is of no great concern. Its steel can be cleansed and forged a new. Disconnecting from the wild wills of your heart, allows you to focus on what is truly important. Butchering the Fox Devil herself, and ensuring she will never again befoul the air of Shangrala with the stench of her sin and corruption.

Launching yourself forward, kicking off the stone ground, you become a cutting whirlwind of blades and white lightning. Awakening the power of the Daos, they crackle to life, producing a keening cry similar to the bark of electrical current and the hissing of forge hot iron quenched in oil. Except it is higher pitched and continues to shriek and pierce through the silence of the palace. The glow of the energy field upon the blades' edges banish the darkness around you.

Huli Jing never stops smiling, as she rears back to adopt a more proper and insultingly human posture. The spirit then contemptuously tosses the Chendao over her shoulder like a half eaten peach, before ensnaring it within her eight tails. Solely to make a mockery of Small Chen and the grief that still aches for him within your heart. But you understand she is merely trying to rile your temper, to blind your mind with the fog of rage. The Carp Dance becomes clumsy if preformed while enraged. It requires a clear and focused mind to be preformed expertly.

Fire flows beneath your every shifting step, slashing claws brush against your shoulders and chest. Shallow cuts peel back your skin, slicing deeper into your flesh. But in the trance like state you have entered, you reach Huli Jing while suffering minimal damage in return. A few scrapes and cuts and nothing more.

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>>4728697

She snaps her jaws, attempting to sink her gilded and jade encrusted fangs into the meat of your throat, however you agilely step out of the way, dodging her jaws as you shift the movements of the carp dance from its entirely defensive form to a more aggressive version of its swaying and twirling movements.

The Dance was created with the use of spears and similar weapons in mind. However, if one has enough martial skill, it can easily be translated to work with near any form of weaponry. Jians and Daos especially compliment its flowing steps and bold leaps, as well as the dance's propensity to shake and cause its strike to wave like the tails of the carp it imitates.

Twin blades, if one is talented enough to wield both at once, flourish even further within the movements of the dance.

Huli Jing may match you in rapidity and strength, but she does not know the movements of the Carp style as well as you do. For she has never met the man who created it from nothing but the world he observed.

Beneath the reach of her arms, you begin to cut, swinging both of the blades in an off rhythm, so one is always pulled back ready to counter or feint if the need arises. The way you swing the Daos is inspired by the mannerisms of men playing drums or dancers twirling bolts of cloth through the air, the off synch movement of such actions easily fitting into the "Current" of the Carp Styles movements.

Blood flies, boiling to steam and mist as it boils off the edge of your plundered blades. As it does so, the cry of the twin Daos becomes even higher pitch, almost like the vibrations of a struck bell or Chime.

Huli Jing is for a moment caught off guard, as you paint streaks of crimson across her golden fur, the white energy emanating from the Daos somehow both strengthening and sharping their edges. It could pass for sorcery, but this power was no doubt the product of some arcane technology. One that created a field of power that could cut through material, such as the Evil spirit's own flesh, that could even dull the finest and most honed steel edges.

However, your opponent quickly regains her composure and begins trading blows, attempting to grab the edges of the blades or brush them aside with her claws. Miraculously, her hands and claws are durable enough to not be cut clean through with the glancing strikes she deflects.

"Your swordsmanship is yet imperfect, I could tutor you to reach heights that cannot be grasped by mortal men, to stand at the pinnacle of martial prowess" Huli Jing coos, seemingly ignorant of the deep gouges upon her flesh, still steaming and boiling from the touch of the twin blades

Such temptation only serves to dredge words from the Journey to the front of your mind. A lesson to denounce the insipid seductions of your Vulpine foe. Feinting with a left handed strike, you bait the Fox Devil to reach from the right to grip the glowing edge of the swinging Dao.
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>>4728699

Allowing you to stab the palm of her offending hand with the Dao held in your right hand, cutting between her ring and middle finger and slicing through to her wrist.

Snarling, she grips her hand down to grab hold of the guard, deepening the wound. It now threatens to cut directly into her arm.

"To improve one's self" You say, speaking from the middle point of one of the key passages of the Journey, one detailing the teachings of one of its core tenants "No matter the method or reason, is an endless journey"

Her five remaining eyes filling with rage, as if she recognizes the passage itself.

"SILENCE YOU POINTLESS BABBLING, STAR CHILD!" The creature bellows, foaming a pink slurry from her mouth as her drool mixes with the fresh blood still dripping from her jaws "I SHALL HAVE YOUR TONGUE FOR SUCH AN INSULT"

Smirking, you twist the right blade, locking her hand and wrist in position as her uninjured hand flies forward, claws pressed together to mimic a spear, aping the Fog Panther style. Twisting your grip on the left Dao, you forcefully shift the direction of the feint stab into a arcing strike.

Directly severing two of Huli Jing's claws before they pierce the breast plate of your armor. The only thing that keeps the golden daggers from burrowing into your flesh itself.

"Be it a journey for knowledge, for skill, for strength, for wealth, or for admiration" You whisper, seeing the amber eyes of the fox devil blacken as you speak, her scarlet blood turning ebony as if corroded by the intensity of her disgust for the words you speak "It does not matter. Self Improvement, no matter how much work or labor is put towards it..."

"I COMMANDED SILENCE WRETCH!" Huli Jing roars, fire flowing growing from her tongues in three great pillars of gold and white "SPEAK NO MORE!"

Pulling your twin daos free, you leap from the path of the flame. Huli Jing's shadow alerts you to another attack, and you manage to counter a wild swing of her injured hand with a strike of your own, swinging from your hip with the same down that inflicted its prior injuries. The glowing blade bites into her wrist, the black muck that has replaced her blood flowing over its edge and causing the light to flicker.

Her other clawed hand swings downwards, aiming for your knees to force you to kneel. Slamming the pommel of the Dao into her palm, you force another struggled grapple to begin. Fire begins to flow around your back, threatening to engulf you.

"I SHALL SEE YOU BROKEN, INSOLENT CURR!" She spits

"Is a Journey without end" You bark in response, proclaiming the words with confidence and true belief "You may approach perfection, but will never have it. Perfection is an impossible goal, but that does not mean you must not strive for it!"

Huli Jing howls and tries to smother you in flames and smoke, belching both in great quantities. She harness all of her might and weight to force you to the ground.
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>>4728700

Thus loosening the grip she had taken on the pommel of your left Dao, and allowing you to free the right from her molten flesh and bone.

Stepping aside, you narrowly leap out of the path of burning death, just before it could consume you entirely. Fire clings to the remnants of your robes, causing the steel upon your chest to drip like melted wax. Extinguishing the flames with sudden, jolting movements, you circle Huli Jing as she falls to the floor. Her impact creates a crater within the stone and gold. The flames surrounding her changing both into molten slag.

Pressing your fists together, you swing the twin daos in a singular strike, as Huli Jing rolls to her back and curls to a ball, preparing to leap back to her feet.

Bringing the combined blades down upon her already injured hand, you mangle the limb into a mess of weeping flesh, scalded bone and charred fur.

Huli Jing does not however wail in pain, and instead kicks both of her feet into your chest. The wind is knocked out of you, and the already compromised breast blade is buckled and torn into two as you are thrown through the air and against a wall.

Stabbing the Dao through the ground, to use them as leverage, you stand once more. Two trenches at your side marking their path through the stone. Huli Jing Stands once more, seething and growling curses and insults in a thousand stolen voices, twitching and shaking as she steps to face you once again.

A great pain crackles over your spine. It aches to breath.

"What say you now, child?" She coos tauntingly, as if expecting simple pain to weaken your resolve, pointing with what remains of her mangled hand


"Be happy with the steps you take towards it, even though you shall never reach the end of the road" You say proudly, chanting the words as you walk up in a swaying gate, readying yourself to dance once again "The journey towards unreachable perfection is enriching of life by itself. Strive to near perfection, but never endeavor to reach it. For only a fool believes they can ever hope to achieve the great lie of life, perfection itself!"

Huli Jing bows her head, and snarls, the Chendao still tangled within her eight curled tails.

What shall your third move be, Lieren?
>Continue to focus your attacks on her right arm, to further mangle it. Then, when she anticipates and moves to counter the assault, feint and strike her left hand
>Circle and dance around her, cutting her legs and attempting to ham string her as you run around her
>Throw yourself at her, leaping into the air and throwing your body against hers. To Knock her to the ground, before unleashing a flurry of blows with the twin daos.
>Lure her closer, and abandon the twin Daos after piercing them through her flesh. Bring her own tool to bare against her, The Six fanged spear!
>Write in?

Sorry for the late update.
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>>4728702
>>Circle and dance around her, cutting her legs and attempting to ham string her as you run around her

Its time to. Bring her down to earth.
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>>4728702
>Circle and dance around her, cutting her legs and attempting to ham string her as you run around her
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>>4728702
>Circle and dance around her, cutting her legs and attempting to ham string her as you run around her
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>>4728702
>>Throw yourself at her, leaping into the air and throwing your body against hers. To Knock her to the ground, before unleashing a flurry of blows with the twin daos.
beat her down
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>>4728702
>>Circle and dance around her, cutting her legs and attempting to ham string her as you run around her
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>>4728702
>Continue to focus your attacks on her right arm, to further mangle it. Then, when she anticipates and moves to counter the assault, feint and strike her left hand
Considering she seems immune to pain and a daemon, I don't know how much trying to hamstring her will work while cutting pieces of her off seems to work right now. Leave the use of the spear when she is sufficiently weakened and she can't dodge that well.
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>>4728729
I mean trying to cut her hands and legs off if we can.
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>>4728702
>Circle and dance around her, cutting her legs and attempting to ham string her as you run around her
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>>4728702
>Circle and dance, cutting her legs
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What if she uses her tails like psuedo feet like an octopuss?
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>>4711142
>>4710769
One chain sword i think ought to be enough.
Two chainswords and a lasgun will be very awkward to carry around.
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>>4728903
One option might be to give them arm-mounted chainblades, to leave the hands free. There's the Xerxes pattern mentioned in Black Crusade.
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>>4728702
>Continue to focus your attacks on her right arm, to further mangle it. Then, when she anticipates and moves to counter the assault, feint and strike her left hand
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>>4728945
Sounds like a work place hazard, but I'm very interested in the concept now. I want to say they could probably do that due to their height, but that sounds like one to many chainswords to give them.
And now that I recall just how big these dudes can be I think they should probably wear something like Carapace armor. They got the strength to handle the additional burden.

So you got a link to that chain weapon pattern?
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>>4728702
>Continue to focus your attacks on her right arm, to further mangle it. Then, when she anticipates and moves to counter the assault, feint and strike her left hand
Try rolling behind her after severing the hand to destroy/main the tail holding the Chendao. The tails seem to be the source of her power. Take those away and she'll be significantly less dangerous.

What do you guys think? Break her tails? Dont even try?
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>>4728950
Here's the description, from the Black Crusade Core Rulebook:

"This ancient weapon design uses a chainblade affixed to an integrated forearm covering an armoured gauntlet and power supply. Heavy and solid, it can tear open bunker doors or armoured chestplates while keeping the hand free to use a ranged weapon. This bulkier assembly bears resemblance to a crude chainfist, scrapped together by Heretek denizens within the Vortex. This is a one-handed melee weapon. Note: this weapon can be used while gripping another weapon in the same hand, however the wielder must choose the weapon with which he is attacking on a given turn."
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>>4728702
>Circle and dance around her, cutting her legs and attempting to ham string her as you run around her

Still holding out for headbutting a demon back into the Empyrean.
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>Circle and dance around her, cutting legs and attempting to hamstring her

Also

>Recite more of the Journey
and
> Try to cut off the mangled tails.
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>>4728965
>Heretek denizens
All the more reason to recruit from pools of Mars' most dubious cogboys and coggirls.
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>>4728952
If we manage to cut off at least one of her limbs, we could then try cutting off her tails. She would have less ways to defend herself if we do it that way. Don't know if that will weaken her though. She gave one of her tails already to Aiguo. If that weakens her, would she take the risk to remove one herself?
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>>4728702
>Circle and dance around her, cutting her legs and attempting to ham string her as you run around her
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>>4728945
>>4728950
>>4728965
>>4728997
Carapace armor and one chainsword is imho enough.
This way they are melee and once we get to feudal europe most knights analogues can join their ranks in the same melee pattern and they can crosspolinate they styles and martial traditions..

Also, there is the issue of leverage and movement. a katar is not a sword really, and more of a punch weapon.
you loose a lot of mobility and what you can do with the wrist.

Instead of two chainswords just get carapace or up the quality of the chainsword to good or best.
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>>4728702
>Circle and dance around her, cutting her legs and attempting to ham string her as you run around her
>Recite more passages of the journey, this time the difference between a foe and enemy and sparing the innocents from a battle.
It could be considered khornate, maybe it will hurt her too. Otherwise go for refusing indulgence.
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>>4728903
Others anons pointed it out, so I already retconned that they get get issued one chainsword and lasgun but requistion more with their wages due to melee combat autism.
If they cared about efficiency they would be in the regular army, not the contaiment regiment.
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>Circle and dance around her, cutting her legs and attempting to ham string her as you run around her
>Recite more passages of the journey, this time the difference between a foe and enemy and sparing the innocents from a battle
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>>4729060
Here's all the expanded lore:
>>4710787
>>4710878
>>4710883
>>4710923
Do note that in under no circunstances should a Bone Foresters veteran or traditional Vishnu chieftain be made an officer of said regiment.
The High Command tried it when founding it, and the first time it was deployed, they found that all the lasguns and armor for the regiment had been traded-in for more weapons.
The officers and quartermasters responsible for it have been properly punished within the boundaries of military regulations, fair law and the concepts of the journey.
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>>4729075
That's retarded lore.
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>>4729075
>they found that all the lasguns and armor for the regiment had been traded-in for more weapons.
You assume way to much in regards to their competence. Your lore is shit and you should feel bad.
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4729128
4729129
I'm not falling for the ramdom 1 post ID calling people retards in this thread again. Get better material dude, you have to atleast make it entertaining.
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>Circle and dance around her, cutting her legs and attempting to ham string her as you run around her
>Continue to recite the Journey

Remember Lieren, Fast is Smooth, Smooth is Fast.
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>>4729159
Make a better quality post if you don't want 'bad' critics.
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>>4728991
+1
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4729343
you're not exactly pitching a good case here good sir 1 post id
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>>4729159
Just swap the knife in the standard kit with a war knife and give em a chainsword.
The warknife is a short sword basically and the Vishnu may prefer melee but are not retarded to discard lasguns if that is not needed. Maybe a mono warknife . sure they have a pronounced preference to charge in but that is it a preference.

Or just swords and a laspistol but that is kinda retarded. Rifles would be insisted upon regardless of cultural practice if the world has access to lasguns in enough numbers.

They don't use them now because the training time whilst on campaign will lose you rifles and good melee fighters to get at best sub par riflemen

Take a look at only war regimental rules if you need inspiration.
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>>4729377
Lasguns have next to no recoil, so they could in theory duel wield a lasrifle and a mono warknife. Maybe just give them a mono bayonet attachment to the Lasrifle, give them spear martial arts training and call it a day.
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>>4729370
Almost as if I'm on a phone that changes my damn Id constantly. Wow.
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>>4729377
The idea is that this is a special regiment for the ones that can't play nice within the rules.
There would be a lot of regular vishnu that like melee in the normal regiments.
They have lasguns and laspistols, it's just that they use them to do a planned advance before a charge.
They are like the shock troopers of the pdf.
Also I wanted to do something other than sword and pistol to diferenciate from the officer in the image, and double swords manages to show the idea that they are the melee people.
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4729384
I can not help that your identity is dubious sir, mayhaps channel the rage you are currently feeling into something else. Like coming up with better lore then shitting up the quest with

>I don't like that
>No I won't make my own version
>I am going to sit here and type out how mad I am
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>>4729370
Just don't respond, it's how he stopped last time.
Focus on the discussion with the people that have actual arguments.
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>>4729390
And the generator unfortunaly can't do lasgun and sword too.
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>>4729390
Give them a Combi-weapon lasgun.
It's just two lasguns welded together.
Double Da Dakka.
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>>4729390
Are you thinking more like a krieg engineers or a kasirkin type of shock troopers?
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>>4729377
Also they technically aren't imperial guard nor a regiment.
More of a division within the Shangrala PDF, so they work with the others.
And the PDF may deploy together with the marines like chapter serfs, didn't really think it all through, just wanted to use the imperial guard painter and put the azure and plum scheme to use.
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>>4729413
Or it'll just be an auxiliary formation within Shangralan units of the Imperial Army, since that's what'd be following a Legion around.
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>>4729404
Combine it with a chainsword like this anon did >>4710854.
Everything will die.
>>4729408
They get send to the trenches were the otger divisions can't make headway, through a breach created by the Steel Dragons as the vanguard force, or in a flank to create mass panic. They have a higher casuality rate, but that's they way they want it.
So probably more like kasrkin, except less discipline and more fury.
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>>4729425
in that case maybe one way to tell them apart is a heavier armor pattern and more crude long range weapons, maybe something akin to the ogryn ripper but down scaled.
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>>4729396
Trying and failing to act smart for internet brownies is unbecoming of a person....you are a person right. If not than just ignore this then. Heh.
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>>4729440
Man I wish the generator had half of this stuff, but I'm happy it has a bit of guard at all, seeing it's a marine painter first and foremost.
I'm saving the meltas and plasmas in case one of the other cultures here like tech or fire, so we can get other auxilliarys.
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>>4729404
>>4729425

Chain bayonets are I thing that are pretty popular in 30k, I just don't know if they exist in a version that a normal human can use
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>>4729419
That works, so the Benevolent Wings can be a real thing.
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>>4729450
I mean, chain knives are a thing, and pretty commonplace to the point that you could expect a seasoned hive ganger to carry one on their person even in the 41st millennium. It's not that far a journey from there to a chain bayonet.
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Assuming lieren is one of the loyalists at Istvan dropsite massacre, would he become one of the logical primarchs that tried to evacuate, or would he stay and try to hunt his traitor brothers?
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>>4730140
I'd like to think both, he'd probably want to try and hunt his brothers as a way to cover a retreat. Or at least that is what he would try to rationalize it as
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>>4730140
Probably fight to try and save his soldiers.
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>>4730140
Probably attempt to fight to pull out. Once that appears to be untenable, instruct his troops to go to ground and engage in stalling efforts.
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>Lieren is murdered (by Lorgar)
>Instead of normal HH we get something more grimdark
>Noir murder mystery plus call of Cthulhu
>Loyalists of the Emps vs chaos vs Lieren Legacy Reformists
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>>4730308
That'd be cool and all but
>Lieren is murdered (by Lorgar)
He would get his ass kicked up and down the galaxy in a matter of seconds by Lieren.
Even in his "prime", he was only strong enough to fight with Guilliman circa M31 (in his now severely outdated wargear).
Now that's still somewhat impressive, but who's to say Lieren wouldn't be an even greater combatant than Guilliman at that point?
I'm willing to bet given Lieren would strive to that level at the very least given the challenges he's bound to face in the coming years.
Also he's the Wuxia Primarch, training his ass off is a given.
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https://youtu.be/pPbqDF_Q_sk
The Emperor and the last Church...oh boy
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>>4730441
Recognized the chants of the thunder warriors as these blokes, a good choice, this being a war chant of space marines or super humans.
https://youtu.be/Tx7KzuXz4AM
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Would the 2nd legion follow the Codex Astatres ?
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>>4730639
You mean after the Heresy, where it would be created, assuming the legion even survives with numbers that it would be splitting at all? Probably.

It's not like the Codex Astartes is bad or anything. It functions marvelously well in the paradigm of a post-Heresy Imperium, where the Great Crusade is over and the bulk of the fighting forces are regular humans, with Astartes used as specialist rapid assault troops.

It works perfectly well with an Imperium that has had its technological and industrial base all but crippled by a galaxy-spanning civil war, and their principal fighting forces of the time had half their number betray the other half, and both got smashed to shit.

The paradigm that would require Astartes to be organized in Legions simply does not exist in a post-Heresy Imperium, nor could said Imperium manage the logistics of such even if they wanted to.
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>>4730639
They probably would follow a similar structrue but not exactly the same.
The idea of breaking up the legions actually makes sense, because convertions tend to work from top to bottom, so it reduces the chance of another legion being corrupted.
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>>4730639
We could probably be the voice of compromise.

The codex was equally supported / opposed until the navy fired on dorn.
Lieren could probably bring both sides to the table and work on an agreement that both sides can stomach?
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>>4730639
I feel like Lieren would understand it wouldn't actually change anything in how space marines operate and that it makes sense since they're not conquering anymore.
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>>4730639
No, Get the fuck out of here Girlyman.
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>>4730756
No one likes that faggot.
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>>4730765
>The Chad Collaborative Fanfic Creation vs the Virgin Corporate Favorite
I hope that Malal's Guilliman leans more into being a space roman, a la the older lore and pic related. Robby lost a fair bit of his appeal when GW decided he was pretty much just going to be Big E in miniature. That's Lion's gig anyway.
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>>4730793
Aw, but I kind of like the Mk. IV Praetor helmets, the ones with a massive golden Aquila on the faceplate.
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>>4730861
They can still fit the roman aesthetics, the aquilla is a roman thing after all.
And the byzantines are pretty much the final greek-roman fusion and they had the 2 headed eagle right?
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>>4730861
Ah, I didn't meant Space Roman more in terms of the demeanor of him and his legion. Aesthetics are a secondary concern, I actually really like how the Ultramarines looked in the Macragge's Honor graphic novel. Fair bit of gold faceplates there, as I recall.
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>I should explain that between the rambos and the ogryn, Think of them as kind of a middle ground between the Arnolds and the Ogryn. As many of you have said before, like amazons except they have both genders.
Anyone else wanna talk about these? I really want to talk about these.
So there is obviously some genetics going on here. Breeding and stuff and their environment causing them to be slightly bigger than Catachan Jungle fighters or relatively the same size. What would happen if we took some of the Vishnu children as our sons and space marines? Would they be bigger than our average sons? Same sized?
What should we do about our average auxiliary lad? The Vishnu Guardsmen- nit the Vishnu PDF. Slightly bigger Lasgun with chain bayonet, maybe a shield, carapace grade armor for the veteran/higher ranking officers. Maybe power armor + refractory shield field thingy awarded to the highest battlefield present officer.

How do we divvy them up post Imperium arrival? Normal guardsmen regiments? I recall the Tiger people were roughly the same size as the Vishnu, if not taller and bulkier.

>Vishnu: loyalist equivalent of mortal kornate beserkers or melee specialists
>Tiger People abhumans: as above and maybe scouts, because cats are sneaky

Considering how the Vishnu people have the mass and sass to weild primarch, or at least space marine sized weapons, what should the elite Vishnu troopers? Like the ones who can afford life extension surgeries. Bolters? Power weapons? Hellfire las weapons+power packs? The big fuck you bus sized brick on a stick?
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KMGlGBTO5wM&list=TLPQMDQwNDIwMjEu-1PE8bV3eg&index=3

a lore video about our favorite primarch to hate...or rather the aftermath of the two chaos fucks that raised him to be that way.
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>>4731000
The vishnu in a normal regiment, not the special auxialia, would probably be equiped just like the rest of his platoon, individually equipping the soldiers would be a logiatical nightmare, specially with the scale of things in 30k.
And I don't know if the vshinu marines would be bigger than the rest, most of the size difference seems to come about what geeneseed is implanted, not the original size of the marine. But the vishnu maribea would definaly still be the more martially inclined.
Perhaps they would prefer working as the assault marine?
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Kaz can we have an old man loyalist dread like rylanor on our legion that we can call elder and grandfather and get sage worldly advice from?
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>>4731027
There probably will be some dreadnaughts in our legion once we meet them.
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>>4731004
I wouldn't be surprised if the urge to pop the skulls of Phaeron and Erebus as soon as we see them is so strong that we have to make a roll for the first time in the quest.
>>4731027
>Kaz
SWI isn't back quite yet anon. Pleas for sagely grizzled dreadnoughts go to Malal, pleas for beautiful chiss women with fertile birthing hips go to Kaz.
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>>4730639
The thing I’m most against is the thousand marine limit.
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>>4731048
>Implying he won't drop that one too.
The only good Kaz is our ship AI.
>>4731087
Treating it like a hard limit and prohibiting interchapter unity is dumb, but the idea to make a less cebtralized leadership makes sense in trying to avoid chaos corruption.
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>>4731027
>>4731048
>>4731108
Who's Kaz?
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>>4731108
It could also make it hard to get anything done because everything is so decentralised and nobody can decide who’s in charge.
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>>4731048
I'm sorry I fucked up and called qm by the wrong name, please forgive me.
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>>4731138
no
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>>4731108
We need to bring it up to ten thousand.
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>>4731133
Qm of bladebound retainer and Star Wars interregnum that obly updates when the star aligns.
And is on a hiatus on the first quest just like G.R.R.M. is from his series.
>>4731137
That's true, that's why it's a good idea but horrible execution.
Lieten already made a better Imperial Truth and Faith, guess it's time to write a better Codex too
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>>4731108
Her name is Kanzeon though. Shouldn't it be Kanz?
>>4731133
QM of three different quests, most recently Star Wars: Interregnum. No chiss women there yet, sad to say.
>>4731138
Of course, my child.
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>>4731108
Based AI waifufag
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>>4731170
Kanz sounds like a nickname for cancer, I think I will stick with Kaz.
>>4731185
Robots make the best women.
And mother for our monk psyker child
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>>4731221
What would our Human and actual father say about that arrangement?
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>>4731235
>Weyan: I'm a granddad!
>Emperor: Oh Me why did I make one of my sons a legacy ensurer again?
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>>4731163
Why stop at the Codex? Let’s also create our version of the book of magnus that explains how to deal with warp bullshit.
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>>4731235
The emperor is so autistic that it can range from anywhere between loving it, not caring and immediate destruction.
Guess it will all depend on how Malal writes him I guess.
But if we can fake Kanzeon being just virtual inteligence, a glorified nice UI, library and assistent we can pass it as childish attachment to a motherly figure if we need to hide it?
Time to train her on how to act like Siri.
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>>4731286
>tfw the Emperor discovered that the ship has a dummied down integrated Alexa UI
>memories filled with disgust and nostalgia from The third millenia fill his mind
https://youtu.be/wCMrD712AkQ
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Calling the vote now. Sorry for the wait.

Circle and dance around her, cutting her legs and attempting to ham string her as you run around her:13
Throw yourself at her, leaping into the air and throwing your body against hers. To Knock her to the ground, before unleashing a flurry of blows with the twin daos:1
Continue to focus your attacks on her right arm, to further mangle it. Then, when she anticipates and moves to counter the assault, feint and strike her left hand: 3
Recite more of the Journey:5
Attempt to cut off one of her tails:2

Alright, so Lieren will fight like a jackal, dancing around Huli Jing's legs and attempting to cripple her with precise repeated strikes

writing now. Sorry again for the wait.

>>4731280
>Happy Wenyan giving thumbs up next to a sour faced Emps, while Malcador laughs
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>>4731342
were we supposed to recite the journey? I assumed we'd automatically be doing it.
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>>4731342
I had figured we were automatically reciting the journey,

Is it to late to retroactively vote to add it in?
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>>4731385
>>4731363
Lieren will continue chanting, don't worry
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>>4731389
Fuck me sideways, someone said that Primarch home world are usually off limits to fuck with right? The red boys better keep away from all our uplifting efforts. I wanna spam weaponized exosuits and power armor.
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>>4731395
If the Emperor don't think we are harboring a potential threat, like a man of iron, than we should be safe.
Maybe it would be better to hide Kanzeon, he probably remembers the machine wars and hold deep grudges against entire people instead of individuals.
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>>4731395
It's generally held that Primarch homeworld are THEIR worlds and not subject to usual imperial restrictions barring laws like the mechanicus' dominion over technology or outlawing religion. It's just a way to keep them contented and on Emps side rather than fighting to defend their culture.

Certain things override this, being more important than making a primarch happy.
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The devil's snarl becomes a keening shriek, a cry that could shake the very core of a man's being and splinter bone just by being heard. Ripples wave through the fresh blood coating your arms and face, shuddering and crawling from your skin as the spirit's war cry resonates throughout your flesh.

Holding the left Dao horizontally, pressing the edge of its blade against its counterpart's which you wield vertically. The point of contact becomes a storm of light and golden sparks, erupting from the field of energy surrounding both of the blades. It becomes as a star, brilliant and blinding. Huli Jing pounces, flying through the air once more as shimmering flames of gold dance around her like a whirlwind, accompanied by tormented specters formed of white flame and the smoke rising from the melting stone upon which the battle is fought.

sweeping your feet crossing the weeping, wax like tiles spotted with gems and burning fabrics, you lower yourself and prepare to meet the Fox demon's ferocious assault and overcome it with grace and elegance. In terms of pure strength and might, Huli Jing is the first to truly outmatch you. However, enraged as she has become her skill is now lesser than your own. A jackal may be meek, but its venom can fell a panther if it ignores its bite. The Spirit has become so infuriated by your words, her movements have become clumsily and uncoordinated. A weakness that cannot be counterbalanced by any strength or sorcery, no matter how potent.

Sighing, the taste of blood and smoke curls over your tongue, falling into your lungs as you clear your mind of all that is unnecessary. Worry, anger, and other stray thoughts. Instead, you focus all of your being upon calculating the next strike to make, and fulfilling the attack, painting the movements of the dance that can best Huli Jing's own inhuman grace and rapidity.

Whips of flames erupt from the beast's claws, forming into grasping hands as her shadow falls upon you. She's attempting to grab ahold of you, to keep you still and vulnerable to the scourging touch of her claws and fang. A storm of embers and smoke surrounds the both of you, a whirlpool of incandescent and multicolored flames becoming the stage of this most fateful of duels. However, a hunter is never so easily trapped.

Stepping sideways, you narrowly avoid being crushed beneath Huli Jing's mass. The floor cracks, molten slag and burning stone taking flight as the abominable being rolls and rights her posture in a fraction of a moment, standing once more ready to unleash a flurry of strikes. The air is thin, the sorcerous flames have consumed most of the oxygen within the throne room. Troublesome.

Striding forward, you duck beneath the cage of flame forming around her, and feel her claws cut clean through the armor upon your legs. Kneeling, your momentum carries you in a slide past her feet.
cont
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>>4731429

Standing as you near her tails, you strike with both daos simultaneously, cutting into her leg just above her knee. Three of her tails unfurl, and transform into pillars of fire that further shift until they become a trio of snapping vulpine jaws. Shifting your feet, shuffling them as you sway and dance behind your opponent, the slavering jaws of flame follow your every movement. Narrowly dodging their fangs, you reach the spirit's other side.

Leaping forward, you slash the twin blades downwards. They sink into the flesh and bone just above Huli jing's ankle. The biting tails continue their chase, as Huli Jing pivots to face you. Without delay, she kicks at you, a stream of flame following close behind her clawed foot.

Black blood drips upon the floor, as you twist and curl your body out of the way of the kick, and continue your dance beneath her legs.

"Insect!" She hisses in her many stolen voices, each ringing in your ears as you lash your arms forward, striking the meat of each of her furred thighs with the twin daos, before pulling them back to your side, and turning on your heels as the three jaws of flame fall to block your escape.


Cutting the devil's legs once again, as you continue to turn and twist on your heels, cutting and slicing through the limbs standing on either side of you.

"One should be ever vigilant of their own thoughts!" You shout and chant, throat burning from inhaling smoke and the waning presences of air "To ensure virtue and benevolences do not ferment into the poison of self righteousness and ignorance!"

Tongues of flames wrap around your armored arm, melting the steel as if it were fat. Searing pain shoots through your limb as Huli Jing grabs hold of the same arm, all but her missing two claws passing through the liquid steel to burrow into the skin and flesh beneath.

However, you do not cry out in pain or wail in agony. Instead you merely raise your voice as you're lifted from the ground and defiantly continue your attack, stabbing the left dao into the wound beneath Huli Jing's left knee, while cutting deeper into the meat of her right thigh with its twin.

"For even the best of intentions can turn sour, even the kindest thoughts can be made wicked. Always remember how many before you have fallen to villainy because of their belief that they alone were righteous and!" You howl, swinging your blades at the arm that lifts you higher into the air.

"QUIET!" Huli Jing roars, meeting your eyes as you stab a Dao into the flesh just behind her wrist "QUIET! CEASE YOUR BABBLING. CEASE YOUR PREACHING. BE SILENT IN ALL EXCEPT FOR CRIES OF TERROR AND AGONY"

"WISE!" You bark back, striking at the devil's wrist with the other dao as if trying to fell a tree.

A moment later, your soaring through the air like a bullet, having been tossed by the utterly infuriated spirit that had held you but a second before.
cont
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>>4731431

Glancing downwards, you can see Huli Jing rushing towards you, all eight of her remaining tails shrouded by flame that has taken on the appearance of eight more slavering jaws.

The tail still tied to your side thrashes and shakes, sparks and tongues of flame flying from its tip as it struggles to return to its owner's spine.

She now wields the Chendao, with her still functional hand. Such a sight forces your lips to curl into a wrathful snarl. However, such an action presents a vulnerability waiting be exploited. As do her injured legs. With a few more swings, you are certain you could completely sever her one remaining arm. With a few more well placed strikes, her legs should be rendered useless. However, the difficulty lies in reaching her limbs.

Nearing a wall, you begin to instead ponder how to avoid suffering crippling injuries yourself, as you're caught between a charging devil shrouded by hellish flame and smoke and the well reinforced walls of the Celestial Incarnation Palace. Yet again. For the briefest of moments, you wonder exactly why you always seem to find yourself in the most peculiar of situations as of late.

What shall your forth move be, Lieren?
>Throw your legs out, and kick off the wall at the moment of impact, redirecting the force to throw yourself towards Huli Jing
>Stab into the wall and begin to fight upon it, using one of the Daos as an anchor point and your agility to incorporate acrobatics to your fighting
>Curl into a ball as tightly as your able, using your body as cannonball to break through the wall, so you may escape to a portion of the palace that still holds breathable air
>Stab the princes' dao into the pillars you fly between. And wield the six fanged spear instead. So you began this journey with a spear in hand so to shall it be ended
>Write in

Sorry for the shorter and late update
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>>4731432
>>Curl into a ball as tightly as your able, using your body as cannonball to break through the wall, so you may escape to a portion of the palace that still holds breathable air
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>>4731432
>>Throw your legs out, and kick off the wall at the moment of impact, redirecting the force to throw yourself towards Huli Jing
>Try to reposition behind the daemon and cut one of it's tails.
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>>4731441
>And chant more, it is making it fight slopily.
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>>4731432
>Curl into a ball as tightly as your able, using your body as cannonball to break through the wall, so you may escape to a portion of the palace that still holds breathable air
Though I have this feeling that Lieren will be wounded by the breaking of the wall, I also feel that clean air and a new battlefield will help.
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>>4731432
>>Stab the princes' dao into the pillars you fly between. And wield the six fanged spear instead. So you began this journey with a spear in hand so to shall it be ended
I'll bite the spear-bait.
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>>4731432
>Redirect energy to try and leap through a window rather than the wall.

If we keep dodging her and can get outside, our chance of fighting should do well. It does bring her near other people but it's a chance we have to take.
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>>4731432
>Stab the princes' dao into the pillars you fly between, and wield the six fanged spear instead. So you began this journey with a spear in hand so to shall it be ended.
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>Curl into a ball as tightly as your able, using your body as cannonball to break through the wall, so you may escape to a portion of the palace that still holds breathable air
>Continue chanting to weaken her focus and will.
>Stalk her in the ruins of the palace and contemplate her strengths, weaknesses, and how to exploit them. As the predator you are. Try practicing some breaking techniques so you don't find yourself winded from being too close from her.
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>>4731514
+1
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>>4731432
>Write in
Oh yeah assess battle injuries and apply the correct bandaging's and drugs while we're at it.
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>>4731432
>Stab the princes' dao into the pillars you fly between. And wield the six fanged spear instead. So you began this journey with a spear in hand so to shall it be ended
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>>4731432

Waiting is fine and even when they are short, the updates are pretty good Malal. Now for some tyranny and evil banners.


>>4731514
Support.
I think it s a good time for destroy the tail we have at our side, it should weaken her further and make the spirit even more angry. Both of which help a lot, if it less concetrated it means the spirit attacks are going to miss more times.

So i am going to suggest it again
>Destroy the tail at our side, cut it and launch it in a bracer. The evil spirit will be hurt further and it shall lose something important, yet again.
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>>4731514

Supporting
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>>4731588
This shit be dope man. Quality is top tier. That's probably what the evil slut fox demon looks like anyways.

I want to vote for destroying it too, but what anons mentioned about some tail bullshit and how breaking it will make her stronger? I'm not sure how all this symbolism works. It's actively trying to return to her, and she's not re-growing anymore tales which makes me think her powers are finite and she can divide up her being to offer mortals some chaos power boosts.
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>>4731588
Nice work as always my dude.
Have you thought about making one for the Gao or the Dai?
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>>4731514
support
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>>4731605
Thanks, i was looking for oriental old art to take and work upon, and the japanese are full of evil foxes fighting heroes, screeching around or doing other nefarious things.
I think we are on to something, one tail was powering up the six fanged spear afterall. Now the tail looks weaker than the tails on her back, but it s still part of the spirit probably.

>>4731598
Thanks too
I was of the idea to make the twin dragons of the Gao. I need to reread what the Dai had for symbol, because i can t remember it in this moment. We might need a pastebin of sort for remember anything of note. Someone made a characters list a thread ago.
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>>4731621
The Dai have a turtle. The Khang are lions, and I don't remember what the Lai and southern Ying are. I know the north are kirin though.
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>>4731431
>>Stab the princes' dao into the pillars you fly between. And wield the six fanged spear instead. So you began this journey with a spear in hand so to shall it be ended
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>>4731432
>Curl into a ball as tightly as your able, using your body as cannonball to break through the wall, so you may escape to a portion of the palace that still holds breathable air
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>>4731514
Support
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>>4731432
>>4731514
Supporting
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>>4731514
This desu
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>>4731432
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>>4731514
And yet another memetic hazard that my mind has spawned when watching TTS:
>Be Greater Daemon of Slaanesh
>Just a decade from turning planet into daemonworld, turning fugly Emprah Of Yan into daemon prince subordinate and ascending into the New Prince's court.
>Big chungus appears.
>Keeps killing corrupt nobles, unfucking world and calling names.
>Start scrying on Warpskype, WTF.
>I WILL BRING PROSPERITY TO THIS LOCATION!!!
>Wut?
>HURDURDUR JOURNEY!!! [Mumbles in Primarch]
> OH FUCK, OH SHIT, IT'S LIKE THE ANATHEMA BUT MORE CHINESE, REASONABLE AND TROLLISH! HE EVEN HAS COMMON SENSE!!! Calm down girl, you have this...
[Cuts to the present after Lieren dismantles this whole daemon piramidal scheme, and more specifically, to Lieren using her enraged throw to flex and scape probably the biggest danger in this room: lack of air (not her), all of this in the same move]
>Lieren: LMAO, you shit, you fail, you lame, trololololo! Journey! [Middlefingers her and Mumbles in Primarch while pulling a koolaidman]
Then she notices thet this happened after she stacked all the advantages against Lieren, also that her Prince is watching this pathetic performance and Lieren's old man Henderson rambles actually weaken her on a conceptual level. Also that he literally got something close to the golden ending despite the hard modo.
>Huli Jing: Well, fuck.
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We talked about Konrad before and how he might be a little lessed fuckin in the head due to Lieren existing. I get that his whole genetic and occupation consists of being the scariest mother fucker in the galaxy, but what if we gave him an outlet so he could at the very least be less scary to his own sons? Maybe teach him how to cook and make birthday cakes.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cvZ9thKolOA
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>>4732175
He'll make birthday cakes shaped lile hyperrealistic babies, place it in a cradle with a real baby, put the real baby into a stasis field and then force a criminal to Solomon one of them. Then, if the criminal picks the baby, he'll skin him for murdering a baby, if he cuts the cake, he'll skin him for ruining his hardly cooked pie and for almost stabbing a baby. All of this in live cam... in the middle of his birthday party. He's bonkers as fuck, just put a bolter round right between his eyebrows and end his divination misery
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>>4732202
Is there really no way to save him from himself, or is he as bad as Lorgar?
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>>4731432
>>4731514
>>4731588
These options sound sensible. Support.

I'm thinking of Russ again and how our trolling will make him a bitter enemy. Maybe the same with Horus.
>Russ or Horus do a good thing
Lieren compliments them: Excellently executed. You are clearly pursuing perfection but do not foolishly chase it.
Them: Fucking wot m8? Say that to my face and not on the astropath-net and I'll wreck you.

Russ: "What in the wolf did you just howlin' say about me you little milk-sop? I'll have you know I was throned the top of my tribe in the kingdom of the Russ and I've been involved in numerous executions of Traitor Primarchs and I have over 300 million confirmed kills. I am trained in wolf warfare- and I am the top CQC expert in all of the Imperium. Ye aren't nothing to me but just another Nancy Panther-Lover BITCH!"
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>>4732214
Both he and his Legion are doomed to become monsters so long as Nostramo exists.

Kurze legit has gaps in his memory where his Night Haunter persona takes over, he's constantly suffering from night terrors caused by his uncontrolled visions. And then there's all the assloads of trauma growing up in Nostramo got him.

The Night Lords are also doomed if they recruit from Nostramo, because tge place will send the most psychotic of the lot as aspirants, who will keep replacing the Terran complement as time goes on.

Our only hope of saving the Night Lords is to get Kurze into therapy and Exterminatus Nostramo.
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>>4732175
>what if we gave him an outlet
I hope that we meet him early enough to have the opportunity to point out that if you make a society governed by fear of a single person and then remove that person, it'll just go back to the way it was before. Might actually make him try a different approach, maybe even start a group of lawmen.
>>4732579
Kurze's paranoia is more damning than the existence of Nostramo. He could've turned the whole world around if he didn't assume the worst. There's a story, might've been his primarch novel, where Curze was given a choice between killing a fleeing boy who was involved in a crime and risk nothing or letting him live and recruiting him to his cause at risk of being shot. He killed him, without noticing that the gun was too far away from the kid for him to use it.
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So, bit of unrelated question but if the Primarchs were in a music band who would fill what position? Fulgrim or Sanguinius lead vocalist? Lieren playing the keyboard? Perturabo playing drums and Leman Russ electric guitar?
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>>4732855
Lieren strikes me of being either base guitar or drums,he likes foundation and would compete with rogal for the tempo setting instrument
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>>4732865
>The Emperor presents Lieren with a master-crafted weapon upon the completion of his tutelage in the Imperial Palace
>It's a Primarch sized bass guitar
>Lieren's first mission is to organize a jam session with his remaining brothers
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>>4732879
>the band is dubbed The Primarchs
>he and his brothers need to reunite humanity through the power of music
>their albums are so potent they act as power focuses.
>occasionally have to compete against Xeno races
>galactic level battle of the bands
>eldari, masters of jazz, contemporary rock, and "classical" music
>orks, masters of heavy metal, junk metal, and metal metal
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>>4732941
Dark eldar gothic rock?
So the Horus Heresy was a galactic level battle of the bands between the Imperium and Chaos who are both metal bands and were trying to beat each other.
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>>4732879
thus were born the noise marines
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>>4732879
>>4732941
Reminds me of Squat Crusade: The Musical.
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>>4733017
The Imperium (represented by Emps guitar solo and the "traitor" primarchs as figurants to fill the necessary members of a group) got third place to the Silent King's sinthwave/techno and Gork and Mork's hillbilly country music, then the Emperor hid his shame by brainwashing literally everyone in the Galaxy into thinking that the Horus Heresy happened. Lieren got purged because every participant agreed thet, if he had been chosen as the singer of the human band, they would have won
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>>4733017
The War of the Beast was just a fight for tickets to an all-squig production of Don Giovanni
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>>4733325
>Father, I'm not sure this..."Tasty Lick" as you call it, will be adequate given our current competition.
>ARE YOU DOUBTING THE MAN WHO INVENTED THE GUITAR?
>I'm only pointing out that your arrangement is comprised of but a single player. You have the rest of us simply humming over your solo.
>ALRIGHT THEN WHAT DO YOU SUGGEST? 20 ERHUS WHILE YOU RECITE MORE PASSAGES FROM YOUR SELF-HELP BOOK?
>Jaghatai Khan would readily supply the horse hair required for such an endeavor.
>I REFUSE. CUSTODES, DEPLOY MY AMPLIFIERS.
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>>4733377
>Lieren starts to sing.
>It's all bad puns and brutal jabs to other factions and his own.
>The public still enjoys it, because for every savage burn they get, they get to hear twenty more directed towards their hated enemies.
>Malal just cries in happiness from the backstage.
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>>4733581
And then we have Sanguinius close out the show since he's the only Primarch besides Fulgrim with any inclination towards music.
And you know if we let Fulgrim play for a crowd he's gonna get into an endless loop of self-mandated encores.
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Calling the vote now.

Curl into a ball as tightly as your able, using your body as cannonball to break through the wall, so you may escape to a portion of the palace that still holds breathable air:13

Throw your legs out, and kick off the wall at the moment of impact, redirecting the force to throw yourself towards Huli Jing:1

Try to reposition behind the daemon and cut one of it's tails:1

Stab the princes' dao into the pillars you fly between. And wield the six fanged spear instead. So you began this journey with a spear in hand so to shall it be ended:4

Redirect energy to try and leap through a window rather than the wall:1

Continue chanting to weaken her focus and will:10

Stalk her in the ruins of the palace and contemplate her strengths, weaknesses, and how to exploit them. As the predator you are. practice breathing techniques so you don't find yourself winded from being too close from her:10

assess you battle injuries and apply the correct bandaging's and drugs:1

Destroy the tail at our side, cut it and launch it in a bracer. The evil spirit will be hurt further and it shall lose something important, yet again:1

So Lieren shall react passively, compacting his form so his body will function as a cannonball, and break the wall he's been thrown against, thus allowing him to escape the firestorm Huli Jing has created

And thus be allowed enough distance to study the spirit and learn/ contemplate her strengths and weakness and how to best exploit them.

While still chanting the journey to keep the fox demon enraged and unfocused

Writing now

>>4731588
Freaking amazing. Looks fricking awesome

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>>4732558
lol

>>4732855
>>4732865
>>4732879
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>>4733017
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>>4733325
>>4733377
>>4733581
Fun fun. However, I think I know The Khan and Lieren would just make 30k's version of wolf totem.
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>>4733884
*30k version of the HU

my mistake
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>>4731588
I especially like the fox on the right. With Slaanesh's symbol upon its forehead. Real stylish
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Pushing such pointless complaints from the depths of your mind, you instead focus your intellect towards a far more pressing matter. Namely the fact you have a fraction of a moment to react before your body is dashed against solid stone and gold. Not the toughest material, however even though your hands may be able to shatter and crumble stone with ease, the force of being bodily tossed through the air at a velocity that nearly matches a cannonball being fired would injure you gravely and no doubt cause you capability to match Huli Jing in pitched combat to lessen and wane.

If you were to react quick enough, you could redirect the momentum and kinetic energy to instead launch yourself towards your most dangerous of adversaries. However, to attempt such a maneuver is far too risky for if it were to be preformed by a fraction of a second to early or late, you would risk breaking your legs. A crippling, deadly injury in such ferocious combat.

Another possibility. Utilizing the unmatched cutting power of the twin princes' daos to stab directly into the two stone pillars you've been thrown between. If it was accomplished flawlessly, it would halt your flight gradually enough to avoid dislocating or otherwise damaging your arms. However, such a maneuver would also be far to risky to attempt to preform while battling against such a formidable opponent. If the blades are not deactivated in time, you will simply continue your flight, but if they are depowered too quickly the sudden stop would create a whiplash effect that could render your arms useless.

There are simply too many variables to consider, weighing the odds of successfully preforming these two daring maneuvers against their price of failure is too time consuming to ponder while you are but a breath away from impacting upon the wall. You must act decisively, there is no time remaining to balance chance against its reward. Then, the solution comes to you, like the light of dawn's rising sun or a sudden revelation.

Of course! You had been over complicating matters! How foolish! What folly! All along the answer has been plainly in front of your eyes but only now can you see it. No other man could take this choice, so simple yet so dazzlingly brilliant, in the situation you have found yourself in. Though it is doubtful a normal man would have endured and survived to reach the present were he to walk your path of life instead.

You're moving at the same pace as a recently fire cannonball, so why not become more like one? Curling your legs to your chest and wrapping your arms over your knees, would compact your body's mass and thus focus the force of your impact into a much smaller area, magnifying the effect upon the stone. However, doing so will require your body to become tense and thus endure a graver injury upon yourself.

However, it would be less crippling than potentially losing functionality in either your arms or legs and would also allow you to retreat to fresh, breathable air
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>>4733981

It is regrettable the duel must be taken beyond the throne room, but even one with lungs as expansive as yourself needs to breath, and if you were to continue to fight Huli Jing here, you would eventually run out of breath and then air and be brought low because of it.

Closing your eyes, you think back to the century tortoises you've hunted on occasion, steeling your nerves by reflecting that your current actions are not too dissimilar from such creatures retreating within their shells for protection. It however is not enough to prepare for the coming pain. You know it shall be agony, perhaps agony beyond any you've experienced before. However you will need to endure the mind numbing pain its momentary presences, so you can stand back to your feet and turn this battle from a duel to a hunt.

Calculating and planning the exact sequence of actions you'll take after breaking through the wall, your thoughts are scattered by the impact.

Searing hot pain flashes across your mind, briefly wiping all thoughts away. However you are able to operate even while in such a dazed, mindless state. It is after all, not too dissimilar from a meditative trance. The complete absence of conscious thought. Your mind and body are trained to act without your directing. They are both well trained to exist in such a state.

The pain becomes pointless, swallowed by the void of your mind. Twisting your body, instinctively, much like a cat would as it falls. Your steel boots meet the stone flooring of the wider sixth palace, sparks flying as a horrid grinding sound echoes through the empty halls. Huli Jing screams, as hands and jaws of fire tear apart the gap created in the wall by your back.

Wielding the Chendao with her unmangled hand, she charges through the breach, as the tips of your finger touch the stone and dig deeply into the furrows already carved into it by your sabatons.

Standing, swaying in place as you rediscover your balance, you stare into Huli Jing's five remaining eyes, and drink deep the spite and blind fury smoldering within them. Puffing out your chest to right your posture, you then turn on your heels and sprint into the darkness behind you.

To stalk Huli Jing, you must first evade her and cause her to lose your trail. It will be a trying task, considering the spirit's unnatural senses. But if there is any breed of man who could best a devil's eyes, ears and nose, it would be a hunter. And if there is any hunter of such caliber to be able to accomplish such a feat, it would be you or a handful of others. Feng, Dong, or Bai, for example.

"COWARD! CRAVEN! HONORLESS DOG! FACE ME LIKE A TRUE MAN AND ENDURE THE PUNISHMENT FOR YOUR WILD INSOLENCE, FLEA RIDDEN FOOL!" Huli Jing taunts, shouting in the voice of the deceased Yin Aiguo as she sprints after you, firing the Chendao wildly, attempting to both enrage and insult you.
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>>4733984

However, such childish insults will not get a rise out of you. Her words are hollow. She cannot hope to injure you as you have injured her pride. For yours is clearly far lesser than her own. Insults have always been more effective upon your psyche when they were directed to those who are close to you or those that you admire.

However, the insults you drive into Huli Jing's hearts do not only injure her pride, but as with the unseen master, cause tangible pains and agonies. Merely hearing belief, shouting with utmost certainty and joy, wounds these wicked spirits and drives them rabid with rage. As if the Journey itself was an insult to their very existence.

Huli Jing is missing an Eye. She is surrounded by smoke and fire. Even if she possess senses beyond those of natural creatures, her perceptions will be weakened. Even if she can gaze upon the very substance of her soul, it does not matter if she cannot focus long enough to concentrate upon searching for it.

Smirking, you open your mouth and throw your voice. A skill you learned while hunting panthers, not long after your birth. Many would look down upon such a talent as a low skill, fit only for actors or charlatans. But now, it is as deadly a weapon as any other. Oh, how overjoyed the playwright Pan An will be should you survive long enough to meet him again and relay to him the events of this most tumultuous night.

"Every creature upon the world is a member of our family. A blade of grass holds more value than any gem from the earth!" You chat, utilizing the echo of the palace's needlessly expansive halls to assist in spreading your voice far from the lips it comes from, reaching every corner of the ornate and excessively extravagant and decorated hall.
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Fa had no clue how it had come to this. A war was being raged. How could a cripple like him lead a revolt of trash and gutterborn rats against the forces of the heavenly blessed yan themselves? It seemed like insanity to the simple woodcutter, yet, every thought of turning and fleeing the castle, finding his family and scurrying away to some dark, safe corner were banished away as soon as they entered a mind. A great sense of responsibility dyed every fiber of his being, his very existence and soul. He couldn't stop. The maids, the cooks, the cleaners, the gardeners, the musicians and the countless others who long suffered beneath the Yan employ, knew he spoke with the giant. Word had spread through the ranks of the rag tag army of terrified slaves and browbeaten servants, that Fa had been given divine guidance.

Though most of them once thought the giant a devil of unequaled cruelty and depravity, fighting beneath his banner and surviving was a far more illustrious prospect than continuing to serve the Yan to die in some unspeakably foul manner. The words he had spoken to him, had become as chants, as the unarmored servants rallied and battled against armored soldiers, meeting spear with the tools of their trade
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>>4733985

Fa was terrified, yet he was exhilarated. Who could have thought Clubfoot Fa would take such a key place in history? By sheer coincidence. All he had done was warn his peers and kin, his comrades in drudgery. And now here he charged, facing the very men who had once filled him with such mind numbing dread.

Fa did not know when, but he began to chant. the names of the girls he knew were taken, family or not. Shouting the names of the fox's victims to the sky as burning tears streamed down his starved cheeks. It filled him with such wrath.

Then, another chant rose from the chaos of battle

"RETRIBUTION! RETRIBUTION! RETRUIBITION IS AT HAND!" An ethereal voice howled, as the winds began to howl and hasten, moving so swiftly it felt as though they would be able to cut flesh and shear steel.

The dark of the night was illuminated by the glow of an uncountable legion of earthbound stars, each growing azure as they fluttered and danced across the battlefield
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Cao Yunru was rather confused. His mind was weak from bloodloss. The world seemed like a dream. All he could do was lay upon his back, waiting for his strength to return to him. Surround by soiled gunpowder, he lay still, breathing ponderously as he stared into the dark that surrounded him. A great warmth filled his body, relaxing, comforting. Pure. He had succeeded. He had saved the capital from his folly. He was not certain how he had managed to stem bleeding and cover his wounds, but he must have, for his body was bandaged and cared for.

Half remembered images danced in his minds eyes. Of ghostly visions and spectral monks. A feeling of unease settled in the scholars mind, as he realized how he was still alive. Something utterly illogical and inexplainable had occurred, something that cast the entirety of life in a brand new light.

Smiling Cao Yunru sighed and set his hands upon his stomach, pacing his breathing as he lay in the darkness, recovering and pondering the events of the night, and the bizarre courage that had made a home in his coward's heart.
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Jinhai returned to the liberation armies camp, greeted by cheers and cries of relief. As the brothers of the panthers and Vishnu Chiefs led him from the fog, the chants changed. Each of his guardians were praised, it seemed like a scene from a theater play. The entire army gathered, cheering for the return of a handful of heroic individuals. How queer. Jinhai was tired, exhausted, and confused. He had been assailed by strange visions. He needed rest. But his responsibility to the army came first. As the leading general's aide, he must give Daiyu his findings and observations before he may allow his resolve to falter and body to collaspe.

The painted throngs of the Vishnu beat their chests, hooting and hollering like wild dogs or jackals as the chiefs walked proudly beside him.
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>>4733986

The youngest and most shameless of them, Akanksha, had some how managed to capture an officer of not inconsiderable rank. The Man was even still alive. Which was quite impressive, as was the fact her peers had managed to control their wild blood and remained quiet when they passed by patrols and neared the edge of the old fox's camp.

Feng stood beside him, looking worried for his health, ready to catch him should his body fail him. He had been cautious and overly considerate ever since his earlier fit. And in truth, Jinhai himself was worried about the implications. Either, Lieren had mastered some form of sorcery and kept it hidden or Jinhai's mind was beginning to unravel. Which would be most troublesome. He had much work left to do after all.

The other guards, like their scarred leader, walked in humble silence. They knew their duty, and did not feel the need to be praised for it. How commendable.

However the sight that awaited Jinhai by Daiyu's tent, was most peculiar. The usually stoic and controlled Yin Lei, was raving madly about a vision he had witnessed in the depths of mediation. A vision of Lieren he believed to be a revelation, a warning of the battle to come.

Jinhai's blood turned to ice as his wandering mind readily devoured the unsettling implications. However, warmth returned to his heart, as he saw Lady Daiyu's gentle smile and glittering eyes. Her autumn red hair bound into a tight bun. She was dressed in the full regalia of her position, waiting for his return. Tears glistened in her dark eyes, like the jade she was named for. Relief settled his mind.

"I should probably calm the black general before he sends half the army into a religious frenzy, shouldn't I?" Jinhai asked in half jest, turning to Lieren's first brother, who cackled in response.

"Harh, and I should watch the Vishnu to keep them from wandering to far across the battlefield" Feng sneered

"You mean gawk at the tall lady, with the huge..."Jiang began to say, miming lewdly before his other half smacked the back of his head

"Silence. Don't judge Brother Feng for his tastes when you lust after women with little intellect" Liang scolded his twin brother as Feng shot both of them an irritated glare.

"Oh leave the boy alone" Rong sighed, leaning upon his spear "He is young after all"

"A company of fools" Zian muttered as he led Jinhai up the hill that led upon which Daiyu and the black general sat

"Let them be merry for a while longer" Jinhai said softly

"Jiang, stop trying to spread rumors about me!" Feng shout, sounding rather insulted

The final battle of the war would begin shortly. Jinhai wondered how many of his friends would live to see the coming dawn.

Steeling his resolve, he approached Daiyu, to present the weakness and failings of the old fox's formations
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>>4733988
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"Lieren, Lieren, as meek as a field mouse. Hid away in shadows and mist, fearing the destiny he could reach" Huli jing sung as you lay beneath the dancing branches of one of the strange trees populating the gardens of the last king of the Yan. The cupped leaves of dull bronze danced above your head upon web like branches, as you lay still to both regain your energy and remain hidden.

You've been watching the evil spirit stalk after your shadow for sometime, studying and observing her mannerisms and movements. Contemplating both her strength and weakness, pondering how to exploit both. Like the hunter you were at heart, you studied her like you would study any natural born beast of the wilds

Her strengths were numerous, many would be all but unsurmountable to even the most trained and veteran of warriors. You doubted even a barrage of artillery could hope to kill such a creature. Her grace, elegance, and agility were unmatched, her might equal to your own, her fortitude seemingly boundless. The injuries you've wrought upon her, excepting her mangled hand and destroyed eye, have done little if anything to slow her.

Her flesh does not obey the common sense of reality or nature. She has lost barrelfuls of blood, gallons of it, enough to dye a lake crimson, yet she has not become sluggish or weakened. It would appear Guozhi was not exaggerating when he described her as a purely spiritual opponent.

Though she is incarnated into body of blood, sinew, bone and flesh, she is still entirely of a disparate and strange existence. Only a man of your ability, of your stature, of your speed and strength could hope to even present a challenge opponent to the fox devil.

And even then, it is a hard fought battle indeed. And, much like the student of the unseen master, her flesh appears to slowly knit itself together, like silk being woven together by unseen hands. And her body is able to freely shift between flame and flesh, flames which she can produce infinitely and control as if they were her own hands.

Any straightforward battle with her, would become a match of endurance decided solely by whose unnatural constitution would falter first.

However, you have also found weaknesses admitted her many strengths. Her hubris. Her pride is still wounded, and she will continue to make mistakes while battling you. She seems to wish to make you kneel and surrender rather than merely kill you, at least she was determined to before you drew her ire and fanned the flames of her fury to drive her rabid with rage. And, another weakness you had not noticed until now.

Her wounds do not heal while she is near to you. She does not stop bleeding when you stand close beside her. Something about your presences weakens and degrades her own strength. And this effect is amplified by the repeated chanting of verses from the journey, words of belief that you hold as an indomitable truth within your heart.
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>>4733989

All of her weakness, comes from her mind. While in body, she both equals you in many fields and outmatches you in other, concerning matters of the mind, she is completely lesser to yourself.. She, like her puppets and servants, is simply too prideful and sure of her own ability. Her intellect, while vast, has been dulled by indulgence and wild vice.

A battle of endurance, either of you may win. But in a battle of wits, Huli Jing would be at a disadvantage. A being such as herself, seemingly woven of pure emotion, is more heavily influenced by her own. While you have long trained to reign and cage the wildest of the emotions in your heart.

It'd be foolish to think this battle was of purely martial nature. Trickery would be a far more effective tool than even the ancient power of the twin daos.

What is your fifth move Lieren?
>Continue throwing your voice, and set a trap with twin prince's dao, to get Huli Jing to expose her back to you.\
>Cloud Huli Jing's mind by shouting the numerous forms indulgence and desire may take, before denouncing all of them, driving the devil to further heights of madness
>Laugh and insult yourself. Pride is the core of her being, such a display will certainly befuddle her mind
>Mock surrender, and then as she nears you, strike with unrestrained ferocity, seeking to reclaim the Chendao from her soiling grasp.
>Write in.

Sorry for the late update. Had a rough time finding time to write it today
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>>4733991
>>Cloud Huli Jing's mind by shouting the numerous forms indulgence and desire may take, before denouncing all of them, driving the devil to further heights of madness
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>>4733991
>>Cloud Huli Jing's mind by shouting the numerous forms indulgence and desire may take, before denouncing all of them, driving the devil to further heights of madness
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>>4733991
>>Continue throwing your voice, and set a trap with twin prince's dao, to get Huli Jing to expose her back to you.\
>>Cloud Huli Jing's mind by shouting the numerous forms indulgence and desire may take, before denouncing all of them, driving the devil to further heights of madness
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>>4733991
>Continue throwing your voice, and set a trap with your remaining explosives/fireworks to daze her, then decapitate more of her limbs.
>Cloud Huli Jing's mind by shouting the numerous forms indulgence and desire may take, before denouncing all of them, driving the devil to further heights of madness
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>>4733991
>>Laugh and insult yourself. Pride is the core of her being, such a display will certainly befuddle her mind
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>>4733991
>Write in: Chant a song back to the fox berating it by throwing our voice against the wall that it echoes back and loses its source location.

"Oh little fox why do you sour
Scheming fox was this not your hour?

Lieren's path overturned your home,
Burned your den and golden throne.

Oh little fox why so grim?
Did you not enjoy your life of sin?

Prideful fox do you not see?
The mists are mine and show you to me

Oh little fox you hunt no mouse pure and sweet,
This is a panthers den now and you are but meat.

This is a mighty hunt don't so say?
A shame it's to late for you the prey."

>On the last word drop from a tree and go for the head removal given the song keeps drawing its eyes to the ground for the song itself is part of the trick.
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>>4733991
>>4734125
I really like this rhyme. Removing a demon's head is icing on the cake.
We can headbutt it later.
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>>4733991
>Laugh and insult yourself
>Cloud the mind with indulgence and denouncement

Then
>>4734125
this would be marvelous
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>>4733991
>>Laugh and insult yourself. Pride is the core of her being, such a display will certainly befuddle her mind
>Cloud Huli Jing's mind by shouting the numerous forms indulgence and desire may take, before denouncing all of them, driving the devil to further heights of madness

>>4734125
And this write in
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>>4734125
+1
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>>4733991
>Continue throwing your voice, and set a trap with twin prince's dao, to get Huli Jing to expose her back to you.\
>Cloud Huli Jing's mind by shouting the numerous forms indulgence and desire may take, before denouncing all of them, driving the devil to further heights of madness


>>4734125
Support

>>4733947
Glad you like it
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>>4733886
That would be sick as shit to see
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>>4733991
>Cloud Huli Jing's mind by shouting the numerous forms indulgence and desire may take, before denouncing all of them, driving the devil to further heights of madness
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>>4733991
>Continue throwing your voice, and set a trap with twin prince's dao, to get Huli Jing to expose her back to you.\
>Cloud Huli Jing's mind by shouting the numerous forms indulgence and desire may take, before denouncing all of them, driving the devil to further heights of madness
These two seem to go together
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>>4734125
Oh hell yes! Supporting
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>>4734125
+1
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>>4734007
Supporting
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>>4733991
>Continue throwing your voice, and set a trap with twin prince's dao, to get Huli Jing to expose her back to you.\
>Cloud Huli Jing's mind by shouting the numerous forms indulgence and desire may take, before denouncing all of them, driving the devil to further heights of madness
>Laugh and insult yourself. Pride is the core of her being, such a display will certainly befuddle her mind
Can we combine these? As well as doing this >>4734125
>HONORLESS DOG!
I know she is using Aiguo's voice to mock Lieren but I get the urge to point out:"Have you looked in a mirror lately?"
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>>4734413
+1
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>>4733991
>>Cloud Huli Jing's mind by shouting the numerous forms indulgence and desire may take, before denouncing all of them, driving the devil to further heights of madness
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>>4734125
+1
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Posting our lovley sisters.
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>>4734676
You ain't seen nothin' yet, Anon
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>>4734125
+1

>>Continue throwing your voice, and set a trap with your remaining explosives/fireworks to daze her, then decapitate more of her limbs.
>>Cloud Huli Jing's mind by shouting the numerous forms indulgence and desire may take, before denouncing all of them, driving the devil to further heights of madness
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>>4733991
>>Cloud Huli Jing's mind by shouting the numerous forms indulgence and desire may take, before denouncing all of them, driving the devil to further heights of madness
>>4734125
Supporting and supporting write in
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>Heretics:
>>4734621
>>4734688
>Lieren's Legion of overprotective sons:
[Pic related]
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Fellas, da orkz have sent us a challenge, how do we respond!?

https://youtu.be/7QDq96tXCyg
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>>4735263
Man, old-school dreads looked weird as hell. Like someone just painted an angry face on an ED-209.
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Complete tangent here, but I hope we keep those twin dao. They'd make great sidearms even into the Crusade.
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>>4735870
Provided we purge them of any lingering Slaaneshi taint, of course. I refuse to become Fulgrim 2: Heretical Boogaloo
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>>4735905
They don't seem to be tainted, specially considering how useful they have been against the fox.
And the lack of weird feelinga holding them.
But asking for Ghuonzi to have a look over and spilling some salt and water wouldn't hurt.
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>>4736075
That's just the thing though, they seem to be doing very well indeed for power swords against a Greater Daemon. But we don't know if it is just Lieren's use of them that does it, or whether the twin dao are actually Warp-tainted weapons. We DID pick them up at a major Slaaneshi ritual site...
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>>4736103
Lieren’s presence is kryptonite to daemons. It said as much in the last update.
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>>4736103
Malal did say he wouldn't pull a sneaky on us, so I believe that tainted shit would be way more noticeble.
But again, as long as we don't break the weapons, blessing them and letting our shaman have a look wouldn't be a problem.
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>>4736113
And the same for the spear too.
We should bring them to Kaz when we can, she would definitaly know more.
Maybe we can reforge the swords and spear together and created the Chendao mk 2, this time firing plasma and having a power blade.
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So what are you guys imagining Huli Jing as? I like to think of her as Vicar Amelia from Bloodborne but with more purple and gold, plus an extra eight tails.
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>>4736117
Meh. Not everything has to be a guandao.
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>>4736125
The nine tailed fox boss from Nioh, but purple-pink and gold instead of black and red
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>>4736075
Agreed.

>>4736125
>>4736134
Probably uglier that the first pic, combined with the second, with a whole lot more fire.
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almost page limit.
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>>4736399
Can we hit 2k posts before then?
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>>4736399
It's getting hard to load the page.
Malal should put the update on a new thread.
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>>4736426
34 more posts before we hit that magical number again
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Here's another complete scheme, too lazy to paint the tanks from scratch so they get copied.
I will try to make the other four, maybe it will create enough discussion for the 2k.
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>>4737108
I know it is a meme scheme like you said, but I really like the terminator with the dual swords. Idk if you meant that as an homage to our fight right now but I think that really works
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>>4737149
I usually put a dual power claws on the Tartarus terminator because panthers have claws and I didn't have a better idea, but our recent fight has inspired me to change it.
And it's technically a power saber, not a power sword, so even closer to our twin daos.
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Now for Azure and Plum.
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>>4737226
I forgot to delete the original layer.
Now it's fixed.
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>>4737226
>>4737238
>Thomas the tank engine intensifies
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Green and Bone, had to paint the tanks now.
At least it means that for the next 2 I can be lazy again.
>>4737290
Thomas the Dreadnought
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>>4737296
The image didn't go trough it seems.
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>>4737226
>>4737238
I really like this colour scheme as heretical as it is.
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Alright, calling the vote now. Sorry for the long wait, had a lot of technical issues and IRL problems. I've archived this thread and will be making a new one.

But first, to count the vote

Cloud Huli Jing's mind by shouting the numerous forms indulgence and desire may take, before denouncing all of them, driving the devil to further heights of madness:15

Continue throwing your voice:8
- and set a trap with twin prince's dao, to get Huli Jing to expose her back to you:6
-and set a trap with your remaining explosives/fireworks to daze her, then decapitate more of her limbs:2

Laugh and insult yourself. Pride is the core of her being, such a display will certainly befuddle her mind:5

Chant a song back to the fox berating it by throwing our voice against the wall that it echoes back and loses its source location (before attempting to decapitate your foe):13

Total votes:23

So Lieren shall befuddle the evil spirits mind by shouting the numerous forms of desire and indulgence, before denouncing them to drive Huli Jing deeper into blind fury, before chanting a song to her, berating the devil directly before attempting to take her head as the the song keeps her eyes to the ground.

Making the new thread now
Sorry again for the wait

>>4737108
>>4737238
>>4737298
great work as always

>>4736426
I will

>>4736178
A lot more fire

>>4734125
Very nice write in by the way, love the rhyming
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>>4737459
I wanna punish Jing with vanilla hand holding
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>>4737508
how deprived
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New thread lads. times to migrate.

>>4737591
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>>4737108
Beautiful as always. Even with the meme scheme



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