ConfusedCanuck
Where did it all go wrong?
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[X] Piscariii's Graveyard
Sterbelicht - One Sacrifice At A Time Against The Galaxy (40K)
- Thread starter HeroCooky
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HeroCooky
Unverified Monstergirl
Yes, and it comes from being old as balls and having some pull in the Warp from being so old. There's far more wacky stuff in 40k than a planet being self-aware without the knife-ears mucking about. Like the planet that's just a really obese guy.
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That's a demon world literally inside the Eye of Terror. It absolutely does not count.
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HeroCooky
Unverified Monstergirl
It's a guy, he's planet-sized, its wacky, counts imo.
[X] Piscariii's Graveyard
- Pronouns
- Zack
[X] Piscariii's Graveyard
[X] Klybessan's Speciality: Fried Shrooms
[X] Klybessan's Speciality: Fried Shrooms
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- They/Them
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943.M42 - Hatred Yet Burns
HeroCooky
Unverified Monstergirl
The Piscarians are God-Emperor-loving and faithful, hard-working, tithe-paying, honest souls working around the clock to ensure that, though they are Abhumans whose ancestors have strayed from the human form in some madness-induced insanity or other horrific reasoning too terrible to contemplate, the souls of their people are slowly, over generations, cleansed and purified so that their souls may be judged by the God-Emperor one after the other by their faith and work, rather than the sins they are born with in body and flesh.
Any insinuation that they are Xenos is heretical, treasonous, and to be reported to the nearest Arbite or Ecclesiarchical official for immediate correction and judgment of no less than ten years of harsh labor in a penal colony or one year of service in a penal battalion.
Although the bodies of the Homo Sapiens Scutum may be frightful to look upon, scaled as they are, and their legs and body morphology may not be as aligned to that of the blessed human form, they are nonetheless members of the human species, and faithful laborers under the graces and mercy of the God-Emperor and His Servants. By pick and shovel, with hoe and scythe, these men and women dutifully labor every day in their lives to deliver unto the God-Emperor his tithe and willingly donate enough to the local Shrine World of Katzan to raise the same from Decuma Tertius to Exactis Particular, a noble endeavor proving, beyond doubt, their commitment to the God-Emperor and their deliverance from the sins of their ancestors by His grace.
Though there are some of His subjects who do not see their labors and quiet faith that gives them the strength to deliver them as a condemnation to their own lack of fervor as pure humans, choosing, instead, to wallow in indulgences and the pleasures of the self over the labors of the many. Indeed, though settlements of pure humans exist on Piscariii's Fortress, those settlements are filled with rabble-rousers, Iconoclasts, liberals, criminals, apostates, deserters, and worse, and have always been the first port of call whenever a local Ecclesiarchical representative visited to deliver unto them the Judgement of the God-Emperor with the faithful natives of the world ready to aid His Servants without complaint nor lacking zeal.
It was hardly surprising then that those same settlements sought to deliver "righteous justice and vengeance" upon the Piscarians despite them being nothing more than tools wielded to burn out their corruption, depravity, and vices. A "righteous justice and vengeance" that, in all honesty, was more akin to them sitting in their towns and villages, armed with lasguns and an odd mortar, waving them threateningly at a juvenile Piscarian chucking the good book at them when bored or challenged to by their peers as proof of faith or daring.
Until 888.M42, when a trader from Gigachad took offense at the Abhumans living on the planet after mistaking them for Xenos, which they aren't, and provided the inhabitants with weapons, industries, and schematics to ferry out their justice in full.
War followed in all its terrible awesome glory, from the dead judging the living with glassy eyes to the children with missing limbs staring lifelessly as their guts were set upon by flies and scavengers.
Revenge followed, turning that wheel so well oiled by the blood of innocents, and the other riders were no more than a few steps behind, reaping what hatred had sown endlessly, again and again, without care or stay of hand.
It would have continued that way, perhaps until one side exterminated the other, perhaps until one side dominated the other, perhaps until a new side overthrew both, perhaps until there was nothing more to fight over. Still, it ended all the same: with the roar and crash of Ork Rokks falling upon their shared world, unleashing tidal waves of horrifying destruction upon the people, before the Orks came in their multitudes to holler and laugh in glee with Shootas, Boomsticks, and Deffguns aligned with the humans of this world like so many others before them.
Hatred is a funny thing. It burns. It burns beyond fire, beyond plasma, beyond anything that can put it out...but it does not burn endlessly unless fed.
Hatred yet burns on Fortress; it burns deep in the souls of the people and the soldiers in that forgotten world. Yet, hatred does not burn to kill each other's humanity, but to protect it.
There are many faults to charge man with, but let it never be said that they are unwilling to stay their hand when a greater monster than their fellow man needs to be slain.
Story Time:
[] BOORING! SKIP!
(Skip to the Battle for Paradise.)
[] Klybessan's Speciality: Fried Shrooms
(Focus: Squid'n'kans, Runtherds, Killa Kans, Gun Krews, and oh, so many more...)
Any insinuation that they are Xenos is heretical, treasonous, and to be reported to the nearest Arbite or Ecclesiarchical official for immediate correction and judgment of no less than ten years of harsh labor in a penal colony or one year of service in a penal battalion.
Although the bodies of the Homo Sapiens Scutum may be frightful to look upon, scaled as they are, and their legs and body morphology may not be as aligned to that of the blessed human form, they are nonetheless members of the human species, and faithful laborers under the graces and mercy of the God-Emperor and His Servants. By pick and shovel, with hoe and scythe, these men and women dutifully labor every day in their lives to deliver unto the God-Emperor his tithe and willingly donate enough to the local Shrine World of Katzan to raise the same from Decuma Tertius to Exactis Particular, a noble endeavor proving, beyond doubt, their commitment to the God-Emperor and their deliverance from the sins of their ancestors by His grace.
Though there are some of His subjects who do not see their labors and quiet faith that gives them the strength to deliver them as a condemnation to their own lack of fervor as pure humans, choosing, instead, to wallow in indulgences and the pleasures of the self over the labors of the many. Indeed, though settlements of pure humans exist on Piscariii's Fortress, those settlements are filled with rabble-rousers, Iconoclasts, liberals, criminals, apostates, deserters, and worse, and have always been the first port of call whenever a local Ecclesiarchical representative visited to deliver unto them the Judgement of the God-Emperor with the faithful natives of the world ready to aid His Servants without complaint nor lacking zeal.
It was hardly surprising then that those same settlements sought to deliver "righteous justice and vengeance" upon the Piscarians despite them being nothing more than tools wielded to burn out their corruption, depravity, and vices. A "righteous justice and vengeance" that, in all honesty, was more akin to them sitting in their towns and villages, armed with lasguns and an odd mortar, waving them threateningly at a juvenile Piscarian chucking the good book at them when bored or challenged to by their peers as proof of faith or daring.
Until 888.M42, when a trader from Gigachad took offense at the Abhumans living on the planet after mistaking them for Xenos, which they aren't, and provided the inhabitants with weapons, industries, and schematics to ferry out their justice in full.
War followed in all its terrible awesome glory, from the dead judging the living with glassy eyes to the children with missing limbs staring lifelessly as their guts were set upon by flies and scavengers.
Revenge followed, turning that wheel so well oiled by the blood of innocents, and the other riders were no more than a few steps behind, reaping what hatred had sown endlessly, again and again, without care or stay of hand.
It would have continued that way, perhaps until one side exterminated the other, perhaps until one side dominated the other, perhaps until a new side overthrew both, perhaps until there was nothing more to fight over. Still, it ended all the same: with the roar and crash of Ork Rokks falling upon their shared world, unleashing tidal waves of horrifying destruction upon the people, before the Orks came in their multitudes to holler and laugh in glee with Shootas, Boomsticks, and Deffguns aligned with the humans of this world like so many others before them.
Hatred is a funny thing. It burns. It burns beyond fire, beyond plasma, beyond anything that can put it out...but it does not burn endlessly unless fed.
Hatred yet burns on Fortress; it burns deep in the souls of the people and the soldiers in that forgotten world. Yet, hatred does not burn to kill each other's humanity, but to protect it.
There are many faults to charge man with, but let it never be said that they are unwilling to stay their hand when a greater monster than their fellow man needs to be slain.
Story Time:
[] BOORING! SKIP!
(Skip to the Battle for Paradise.)
[] Klybessan's Speciality: Fried Shrooms
(Focus: Squid'n'kans, Runtherds, Killa Kans, Gun Krews, and oh, so many more...)
[X] Klybessan's Speciality: Fried Shrooms
That.... is quite the claim the make given the contenders in 40k and other planets do have that that condition, so lets see how this goes.
Of course there are Colonization fleets to colonize every rock they can find but then again this was before the Horus Hersey came about and the last dredges of the fleet trying to make due with what they had. Seemed like a Garden world and perfect candidate for colonization that would die over time considering how the Imperium does shit with the way they work and tax their worlds.
.... Okay, yet another big curveball thrown that would have been very strange and throw us for a loop if we focused on doing this sector instead of Voxx Primus.
So we got a living planet that fought back against the human colonists that overreached and took more then what it needed with all of this. It really was the planet fighting back against them.... this almost feels like classical Fae from mythos with how the planet turned against the colonists.
Still it ALSO fits the Imperium how they just viewed this as okay and might have taken people from the world for the Tithe because deathworld troops or the like. Humans do learn and adapt though, as shown by they learned the limits and stayed to them.
Yupppp, if the Planet thought there humans were annoying or disrespectful, it is going to HATE the Orks considering how they are. Along with Pyskers on there directing the planet's wrath and the planet unleashing the shit on Orks in full. It also explains why the planets aren't folding from the freebootas and free ranging elements of the WAAAAGH.
Okay so looking at the map of Macabre again. We Know of the Witch Cults on Hexee and how one of our priests went there and started another branch and interpretation of the Creed with him being able to rally the planet to action and stamping out any Chaos influence there, Gigachad was four major factions that were each completely independent logistically and manufacturing wise with Larger armies than any other in the Sub-Sector and able to give a good enough fight to draw in the Warboss of the WAAAAAAGH. Creteri had invenstive Anti-Orbital defenses scattered around that would give any invading fleet a surprise and down a lot of them and crash them onto the planet. Lathysuis was a living planet that would have fought back against anyone trying to plant down there and wasn't going to obey the rules and fought back against any development, I think Sophian Paradise was just fighting due to the orbitals and not too much there from what I could tell.
Barring Klybessan and Piscariii, we see alot of the gimmicks and hidden stuff in this Sub-sector that gives it the strange nature and land fitting to be 'Space Balkans' due to this. Imagine how it would have been if we expanded over here and had to deal with this ourselves, this wouldn't be a matter of SBG's and the number of ships and military strength, I think this would been more of a 'you need to spend this many Actions on it' sort of thing with trying to find a balance or deal with the problem there.
I wonder how the QM feels about this that the orks are the ones triggering it and not watching us stumble into these and having to deal with it?
Wait, its not a Maiden? huh, that was my first guess. At least we wouldn't have needed to worry about the Eldar coming out for this.
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- Poland
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Klybessan's Speciality: Fried Shrooms
Damn shame about not playing with Space Balkans. We really hopped onto the Hive too soon. Hopefully at least some of them will live. They sound fun!
Damn shame about not playing with Space Balkans. We really hopped onto the Hive too soon. Hopefully at least some of them will live. They sound fun!
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- ?????????
[X] Klybessan's Speciality: Fried Shrooms
Well...Macabre's Balkan nature is gonna be a lot less chaotic after Ork bullshit
Well...Macabre's Balkan nature is gonna be a lot less chaotic after Ork bullshit
- Pronouns
- Zack
[X] Klybessan's Speciality: Fried Shrooms
[X] Klybessan's Speciality: Fried Shrooms