Sterbelicht - One Sacrifice At A Time Against The Galaxy (40K)
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Shipwright's Grove is someone we have great relations with already and are the most similar to us culturally in generally being pretty decent people.
It's the Mashan High Temple that's gonna be the toughest egg to crack
Yeah, after all it is the result of the Shipwrights Alliance and the Stellar Growth joining together so this would similar to that.
[X] Brother And Soldier
[X] Brother And Soldier
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good start and writing for the fight Scene Qm, depicting each Pilot in their Knight and the way they move and the feel of the pack against a large beast. She does seem to be focusing hard on Kiri and letting her back be open and not without reason as her void shields are tanking it well.
Well then, children throwing rocks huh? and wow Maryie really is into this, I guess because its not a thing of honor duels for internal or just spars, its a duel that matters and against different opponent. And the Karnivore is really being put through its paces to stay ahead of the Gallant.
Hahaha, that's how a pack works and hunt. supporting each other and making sure you can't focus on one of them. A good shank right there but nasty hit for non-vital damage. And yup, that bit attention shifted for a second or two is enough. Still though it does show the power of the Knights and how upscaling means it gets harder and harder. I don't doubt 3 packs of Karnivores could take down the Gallant it makes it easier just to make our own, which kinda leads to the whole 'make it bigger' trend of 40k.
Still nasty as Violet didn't get her hit in and got a deep cut and Kiri managed to dive a second stab in in exchange for losing he mechdendrites. I hope it-
okaaayyyy, what did Kiri hit her with? or was that just normal 'yelling' and the adrenaline burst sort of deal, just with other pilots echoes pushing her on? that didn't go well and nearly got Kiri killed. still we... oh sweet, that was an awesome play and idea, I bet she didn't see that coming, a Karnivore coming at you with weight, speed, and gravity of the attack carrying it with knocking down the Gallant and destroying the head.... I hope that's enough and it was the main way of seeing.
ouch Xexes took a lot of damage.
Nope, still pushing through and on. Damn so she was blinded from it and had quick reflexes to do that, good to know.... She's mad because Violet ruined the PAINT on it? Knight Pilots I swear man...
and holy shit we got luckily with that move and the technicality of it. Yah we need to make our own larger knights and develop the Karnivores tactics and equipment for this if need be again.
Wait so it wasn't even the Drop Kick that did it? or was that the last bit and combined with Kiri's thrust dagger that made it disconnect? still the main strategy worked out with it... if barely, it did NOT go the way we thought it would with attrition and exhaustion. this was really fast and a LOT of power behind each of the Gallant's attacks.
Overall great fight QM you made it fast pace and exciting all the way through.
Oh these are good. As much as I want to see the Lamenters in action against a Enemy that deserves it I do want to see the discussion of pyskana and how ours is viewed from another faction's psyker.
Once again a Reminder we can get the Lamenters Dreadnaughts by doing the noosphere tech and just doing a write in to give them some Choir candidates that have compatible genes so they can get Librarians.
Edit: Oh right. 1. QM how would Lamenter Librarians works? following the Choir set up or doing how they do it normally? and could they use the Force Swords well?
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HeroCooky
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Like normal Librarians, but with a bent due to the wealth of the Federation's Psykana to draw upon. And ye.
[X] Brother And Soldier
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Hmm perhaps the Psykana research agreement between us and the Lords is also a good idea. Also a bit late but thank god they are normal
[X] Brother And Soldier
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- Zack
[X] Hymnal And Lord
[X] Hymnal And Lord
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- Poland
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- He/Him
[X] Hymnal And Lord
Vote closed
056.M43 - SUPPORT HIS ANGELS!
HeroCooky
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Trenches crossed the plains like veins snaked through a body, thousands of kilometers dug into the earth with tools and artillery, craters turned into pits turned into muddy holes into nexuses for trenches, with one side sporting the banners of the Eternity, great banners flapping in defiance of the other side, all it stood for, and all it would bring. On the other stood pre-fabricated fortresses and bunkers, fortifications taken or destroyed, with rubble and the ghosts of murdered cities lying just behind the lines of the Valan.
And standing in Section 39-A.3, where a Valan Fortress of the same name had stymied the progress of the Eternity for years, Specialist Merf looked into the skies, his lasgun held loosely in his right hand, and his mouth hung open as he watched the fiery streaks of red fury descend in their hundreds unto the surface, the crackle of the vox-caster upon his back ringing through the caster in his left hand momentarily forgotten, its antennae swaying in the breeze of the battlefield and the trench he stood within, just as every other soldier near him, and likely beyond, stared into the skies.
He had grown up with the stories. They all had, of the Angels of Death, the Hands of the God-Emperor in the Aspect of the Soldier, those lucky few who Knew No Fear as they defended humanity as its shield and sword. But they had all assumed that this would be all they would remain; stories. Hard-kept memories and legends passed through the generations as they slowly rose from the ashes of Sub-Sectors fallen and disunited, risen by the might once shirked and made great by the power of comprehension and deliberation. Merf had never thought, even for a moment, he would see the Angels of Death, not even in a pict, and much less in person.
Yet here they were. Falling in their hundreds, an entire Chapter deployed to the embattled warzones of To-latha, descending with divine fury and fire unto the xenos that had caused them centuries of pain. And as they did, anti-air fire began to rise from the positions of the karking beakers, missiles and munitions racing into the skies with malicious intent.
"WHAT ARE YOU JIBBERS STANDING AROUND FOR?!" The Lord Commander suddenly shouted, waving his staff around in the air with crackling light atop the same, his other hand pointing at the positions beyond the no-mans land. "AT THEM! FOR THE GOD-EMPEROR, SUPPORT HIS ANGELS!" And with that, he followed his own orders as Merf felt adrenaline course through his body, a sharp intake of breath bringing the smells and sounds of the entire battle into crystal clarity. Sweat, blood, piss, shit, metal, poison, grime, dirt, oils, explosives, and wood assailed his senses as he jumped from the bottom of the trench to its top in one go, feeling every single muscle in his body delight and roar with power, hundreds, thousands all along the lines rising as the order spread, a charge that should have been staggered erupting from the trenches filled with brimstone fury in one unison.
"FOR THE GOD-EMPEROR!" "KILL THEM ALL!" "REMEMBER '54!" The human wave shouted, limbs enhanced with immaterial might pounding against the churned-through mud and soil. Grenades went sailing farther and with greater precision than should be possible for mere humans by the hands of those seeking to suppress the beaks as others merely charged and fired with aim gained by limbs enhanced by sorcerous might. The Valan noticed, and fire shifted from the skies to the thousands of humans charging at them, artillery shells absent from the spontaneous charge and unable to lend their suppressive might, and so their weaponry ripped through the air, tens of thousands of flechettes and rounds thundering against the wall of flesh.
And yet, Merf charged all the same, trusting in the Lord Commander as several dozens fell to the ground...and no more followed; a wave of liquid had been ripped from the ground by the Battle Ritualists as one of their miraculous works intercepted the projectiles sent against them by his command. He charged all the harder for it, knowing it would not last long, maybe another second or two, but then they would have to be next to the beaks, lasguns shoved down their throats, and mags already emptied into their stomachs.
Distantly, he saw that the descending pods had almost reached the ground and jumped feet-first into the trench of the Valan; lasgun sighted on one Xeno gunner, its head swiveling around as his finger pressed onto the trigger.
Explosions of flesh and feathers followed the bright red streaks of superheated light, cooking meat erupting from the change in temperature and bones charring with matchless efficiency as one soul got ripped from its mortal coil by the actions of a man and joined all other souls ripped into the eddies of the Warp that died. One more Xenos dead, billions more to follow, and Merf hit upon the ground with a stumble, the power in his veins exhausted and the price now to be paid.
Just in time for the ground to shake, hundreds of pods crashed against the ground, throwing up plumes of dirt and stone, causing quakes and stumbles in the human soldiers in the trenches and furious squawks by the Valan.
Merf looked up, his lasgun rising as he steadied himself.
Explosions erupted from further into the fortification and trenches.
Lights flashed as he took a single step, screams rising by the micro-second, turning from fury to terror.
He turned a corner in the trenches, looking upon a pit dug into the ground, a pod of the Angels nearby.
Three dozen Valan lay dead within, blown and sliced apart, a single Space Marine in yellow armor walking calmly back to the pod from which he had likely emerged.
Merf paused, looking upon the scene of carnage, one thought in his mind as other soldiers joined him in this section, either awed by the presence of the living myth walking toward them or stunned by the sheer violence enacted within a few seconds.
"Soldiers," came a deep rumble from the Angel as he hefted a large bolter like a mere rifle. "I am Brother Gregorius. What are your orders?"
As one, they all began to kneel in respect. "To kill the Valan, Lord," Merf replied with a voice far too steady for how he currently felt. "And to liberate this world in the name of humanity from their presence. All else flows from there."
"Then rejoice, the Lamenters have arrived." The Space Marine paused for a moment, inclining his head, before he looked back at the assembled soldiers. "The fortress has been taken, only stragglers remain. Contact your superiors to tell them of the news. You will require extensive mechanized reinforcements to support our advance in the coming weeks."
And with that, he turned, walking calmly against the backdrop of Fortress 39-A.3 wrecked and trails of smoke rising from within, the burning banners of the Blood Court fluttering to the ground as they turned to ash, and a new standard fluttered upon its ramparts.
A red bleeding heart upon a white-black checkerboard pattern bounded by a yellow edge.
The Eternity had been in a stalemate against these forts for years.
It had taken the Lamenters four minutes to break through.
The Song Of War Continues:
(6-Hour Moratorium)
[] No Mercy For Those Who Give None.
(The Lamenters are used to tragedy. It does not mean they are indifferent to the evil that precedes it.)
[] Where Is Your Fury Now?
(A Choir fights. And the Warp croons its approval to their hymns.)
[] Dancers Upon The Stellar Currents
(Did you think the Aeldari would be idle?)
And standing in Section 39-A.3, where a Valan Fortress of the same name had stymied the progress of the Eternity for years, Specialist Merf looked into the skies, his lasgun held loosely in his right hand, and his mouth hung open as he watched the fiery streaks of red fury descend in their hundreds unto the surface, the crackle of the vox-caster upon his back ringing through the caster in his left hand momentarily forgotten, its antennae swaying in the breeze of the battlefield and the trench he stood within, just as every other soldier near him, and likely beyond, stared into the skies.
He had grown up with the stories. They all had, of the Angels of Death, the Hands of the God-Emperor in the Aspect of the Soldier, those lucky few who Knew No Fear as they defended humanity as its shield and sword. But they had all assumed that this would be all they would remain; stories. Hard-kept memories and legends passed through the generations as they slowly rose from the ashes of Sub-Sectors fallen and disunited, risen by the might once shirked and made great by the power of comprehension and deliberation. Merf had never thought, even for a moment, he would see the Angels of Death, not even in a pict, and much less in person.
Yet here they were. Falling in their hundreds, an entire Chapter deployed to the embattled warzones of To-latha, descending with divine fury and fire unto the xenos that had caused them centuries of pain. And as they did, anti-air fire began to rise from the positions of the karking beakers, missiles and munitions racing into the skies with malicious intent.
"WHAT ARE YOU JIBBERS STANDING AROUND FOR?!" The Lord Commander suddenly shouted, waving his staff around in the air with crackling light atop the same, his other hand pointing at the positions beyond the no-mans land. "AT THEM! FOR THE GOD-EMPEROR, SUPPORT HIS ANGELS!" And with that, he followed his own orders as Merf felt adrenaline course through his body, a sharp intake of breath bringing the smells and sounds of the entire battle into crystal clarity. Sweat, blood, piss, shit, metal, poison, grime, dirt, oils, explosives, and wood assailed his senses as he jumped from the bottom of the trench to its top in one go, feeling every single muscle in his body delight and roar with power, hundreds, thousands all along the lines rising as the order spread, a charge that should have been staggered erupting from the trenches filled with brimstone fury in one unison.
"FOR THE GOD-EMPEROR!" "KILL THEM ALL!" "REMEMBER '54!" The human wave shouted, limbs enhanced with immaterial might pounding against the churned-through mud and soil. Grenades went sailing farther and with greater precision than should be possible for mere humans by the hands of those seeking to suppress the beaks as others merely charged and fired with aim gained by limbs enhanced by sorcerous might. The Valan noticed, and fire shifted from the skies to the thousands of humans charging at them, artillery shells absent from the spontaneous charge and unable to lend their suppressive might, and so their weaponry ripped through the air, tens of thousands of flechettes and rounds thundering against the wall of flesh.
And yet, Merf charged all the same, trusting in the Lord Commander as several dozens fell to the ground...and no more followed; a wave of liquid had been ripped from the ground by the Battle Ritualists as one of their miraculous works intercepted the projectiles sent against them by his command. He charged all the harder for it, knowing it would not last long, maybe another second or two, but then they would have to be next to the beaks, lasguns shoved down their throats, and mags already emptied into their stomachs.
Distantly, he saw that the descending pods had almost reached the ground and jumped feet-first into the trench of the Valan; lasgun sighted on one Xeno gunner, its head swiveling around as his finger pressed onto the trigger.
Explosions of flesh and feathers followed the bright red streaks of superheated light, cooking meat erupting from the change in temperature and bones charring with matchless efficiency as one soul got ripped from its mortal coil by the actions of a man and joined all other souls ripped into the eddies of the Warp that died. One more Xenos dead, billions more to follow, and Merf hit upon the ground with a stumble, the power in his veins exhausted and the price now to be paid.
Just in time for the ground to shake, hundreds of pods crashed against the ground, throwing up plumes of dirt and stone, causing quakes and stumbles in the human soldiers in the trenches and furious squawks by the Valan.
Merf looked up, his lasgun rising as he steadied himself.
Explosions erupted from further into the fortification and trenches.
Lights flashed as he took a single step, screams rising by the micro-second, turning from fury to terror.
He turned a corner in the trenches, looking upon a pit dug into the ground, a pod of the Angels nearby.
Three dozen Valan lay dead within, blown and sliced apart, a single Space Marine in yellow armor walking calmly back to the pod from which he had likely emerged.
Merf paused, looking upon the scene of carnage, one thought in his mind as other soldiers joined him in this section, either awed by the presence of the living myth walking toward them or stunned by the sheer violence enacted within a few seconds.
"Soldiers," came a deep rumble from the Angel as he hefted a large bolter like a mere rifle. "I am Brother Gregorius. What are your orders?"
As one, they all began to kneel in respect. "To kill the Valan, Lord," Merf replied with a voice far too steady for how he currently felt. "And to liberate this world in the name of humanity from their presence. All else flows from there."
"Then rejoice, the Lamenters have arrived." The Space Marine paused for a moment, inclining his head, before he looked back at the assembled soldiers. "The fortress has been taken, only stragglers remain. Contact your superiors to tell them of the news. You will require extensive mechanized reinforcements to support our advance in the coming weeks."
And with that, he turned, walking calmly against the backdrop of Fortress 39-A.3 wrecked and trails of smoke rising from within, the burning banners of the Blood Court fluttering to the ground as they turned to ash, and a new standard fluttered upon its ramparts.
A red bleeding heart upon a white-black checkerboard pattern bounded by a yellow edge.
The Eternity had been in a stalemate against these forts for years.
It had taken the Lamenters four minutes to break through.
The Song Of War Continues:
(6-Hour Moratorium)
[] No Mercy For Those Who Give None.
(The Lamenters are used to tragedy. It does not mean they are indifferent to the evil that precedes it.)
[] Where Is Your Fury Now?
(A Choir fights. And the Warp croons its approval to their hymns.)
[] Dancers Upon The Stellar Currents
(Did you think the Aeldari would be idle?)
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Excellent story, it's a lot of fun to read about. We're still planning on an action to send a few SBGs down there to help the Lamenters out, right?
[] Dancers Upon The Stellar Currents
Uh oh. I have to admit, I'm very curious. Maybe we should talk to them again, I wonder what they think of us now. In related news it strikes me that the LRAD is a pretty good anti-Eldar formation.
[] Dancers Upon The Stellar Currents
Uh oh. I have to admit, I'm very curious. Maybe we should talk to them again, I wonder what they think of us now. In related news it strikes me that the LRAD is a pretty good anti-Eldar formation.
[] Dancers Upon The Stellar Currents
Oh the clown is here?
Oh the clown is here?
Professor Vesca
Good News Everyone!
The Honkening.
- Location
- Poland
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Maybe those Eldar are less dickish than last ones, though honestly Lone Wave are kinda decent neighbors all things considered (not a single problem from them so far, which is nice).
Maybe they could even become good neighbors, in time. Maybe we can learn the HONK melody from them.
Maybe they could even become good neighbors, in time. Maybe we can learn the HONK melody from them.