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The Long Night Part One: Embers in the Dusk: A Planetary Governor Quest (43k) Complete Sequel Up
- Thread starter Durin
- Start date
- Location
- Alice Springs, Australia
1. not really
2. ty
3. 1000? havent calculated
4. I estimate that the chance of death is around 10-20% and the chance of failure similar
Heavenly Body
In the Stars
- Location
- Out there
[X] Plan Enjou T121
[X] Plan Enjou T121
- Location
- Berkeley
That before or after current omakes?
- Location
- Alice Springs, Australia
- Location
- Lowton
We are going to need more omakes
When do omakes stop adding bonus's
Is it when the votes is called or when the update goes up
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- madison
I suspect there is a limit to how safe we can make this, and anything past that just makes a success better. Like the limit of how high we can get the pass rate for alpha.
Empire of Ashes Quest: The Ashen Perspective
- Location
- Berkeley
@Durin omake, an unauthorized continuation of the @random_npc masterwork
Note to all whose nega-self appears: I added those at the end, and more or less randomly. Don't read much into it.
The Ashen Perspective
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Note to all whose nega-self appears: I added those at the end, and more or less randomly. Don't read much into it.
The Ashen Perspective
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"Eugene" said:
"Calmunequipped" said:
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"Tzeentch" said:
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"Eugene" said:
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"Eternal Wallaby" said:
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- Location
- Lowton
You know I really like those quest reactions omakes it's funny as hell.
So far I've seen the eldar ones and they are great and I know there was one hanging around the valinore invasion, but that's it.
So far I've seen the eldar ones and they are great and I know there was one hanging around the valinore invasion, but that's it.
[X] Plan Enjou T121
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- Berkeley
Awesome, thanks!
Believe it or not, the Archetype of the Blond Seer auto-corruption was all natural. Provokes some interesting questions on that Archetype—is Tzeentch's clutzy behavior due to him seeing it as a Seer Archetype and grabbing it without thinking?
Of the entire omake, it was this line that made me chuckle out loud; on one hand they're an Imperial Remnant so yes they would hate chaos, but on the other hand this line implies that their hatred of Chaos... if far more extreme than the already (extreme) hatred of chaos that is normal. Tempted to ask what, if anything you had in mind if you weren't going to end it here.
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Glad you liked it, and that specific ending was very intentional, both as a good note to end on and as a comment on Avernus/Avernites.
While the general 'avernites are crazy' thing is basically a meme in this quest, it's pretty easy to miss or deemphasize aspects of just how crazy they are. And from my reading of it, one of the biggest ways they're crazy is in the sheer depth of their hate for certain things—most notably spiders and Chaos.
It's not that detesting them is at all odd given their circumstances—any right-thinking individual would. It's more that the level of hate they have for them defies human limits—that they just plain should not be able to hate spiders as much as they do. Normally, it doesn't matter all that much, but here their 'fuck Chaos, no seriously, fuck Chaos' mentality is enough for it to be a line item in their decision making process beyond the inhent logic of weakening/disrupting Chaos.
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Crafter of War
The Dorf
- Location
- Bend
That, and we got quite a few bonuses that we got from both high moral and from just surviving in general.
Tiny Men
- Location
- madison
Tiny Men
To be a leader in the 43rd millennium was to always have to much to do and not enough time to do it. Some felt this was a sign of the times, that in the falling age of dusk there would never be time enough to do what must be done. Ridcully knew for a fact that such claims were overwrought nonsense. Every leader worthy of the name had worked themselves to the bone stretching back past the Dark age of technology, and he would know. Still, even if it was merely a fact of life rather than yet another sign of the age of dusk, it was bloody aggravating, and it made those rare few times when precious hours of free time lined up all the more precious. So when Lin and Ridcully happened to be in the same place, taking the same lunch, the opportunity was too good to pass up. though the fact that it just so happened that they would out of pure chance, of course, be eating alone in a heavily warded room raised the dread specter of the working lunch, but at least one could be overworked in good company.
Ridcully watched with a raised eyebrow as lin slathered a red vegetable sauce over his breaded chicken and weird gridded pastry.
"Have I ever told you how your attempts at old terra cuisine make me wish I could use hyperbole in your presence? Because I can say with some certainty that whatever your eating is worth at least some slight exaggeration."
"Not everyone can fire off a few shots in the air and bag a fresh dragon fruit. Some of us have to put in work for exciting dishes. You like to kill as much of your own food as you can get away with, I like to try and resurrect old cuisine."
"They ate that on old terra?"
".... the emperor ate this on old terra ."
Ridcully laughed, " That's one thing I'm never getting used to. I always believed, but I never really saw him as a person with his own life and bizarre eating habits."
Lin nodded. "Truth be told, that was some of the strangest parts of.. " he waved his arm in a broad gesture, encompassing his glowing aura.
"The knowledge of his fallibility was a shock, but it was the kind of shock I was expecting. In some ways the strangest things where his quirks and foibles, it's one thing to learn your god made mistakes, it's quite another to find out he got really into karaoke for a few decades."
"You should write a book, I'm sure a collection of the weird hobbies the Emperor tried out over his long life would help drive home the point of his humanity."
Lin chucked, "I just might, though given my writing habits I'd probably end up using it to prove a point about the nature of his fallibility."
Ridcully raised an eyebrow to invite lin to continue. "A lot of his foible pointed towards the flaws in his thinking. For example, he used to enjoy creating cultural fusions, but as time went on that fell away, and at the same time he started losing the ability to really appreciate the human cultures he encountered, seeing them simply in pragmatic terms. Honestly, his decreasing interest in silly hobbies is not a bad way to track the growing distance between him and the rest of humanity."
"Is there really that clear of a link?" Ridcully asked intrigued.
Lin hmmed, as he fell into a shallow trance and dug through his gifted memories. "Not always, but it comes up enough I think he realized what was happening on some level. He tended to pick up hobbies around some aspect of humanity when he started to lose it. I think he was subconsciously trying to reconnect."
"Did it ever work?"
"I don't know, slowed it down maybe. I think if he'd been aware it might have helped more. The issue is too many hobbies can be inverted. His forays into tabletop wargames definitely made it worse"
"Tabletop what now?"
Lin smiled "It's like Simtak, only played purely for fun, and everyone hand painted their pieces. Also, all the monster and lunatics were made up. Which I think may have been something he found vaguely amusing."
"Peace breeds strange hobbies"
Lin chuckled, "indeed, but like I said, he didn't realize what he was reaching out for when he started playing. So he went after what looked like the point of the game. "
"he stopped playing for fun and started playing to win. Like a simtack player who exploits the rules rather than use actual tactics."
Lin nodded, "he ended up with exquisitely painted models, a mathematically perfect war band, and no reason to keep playing."
Ridcully grinned and responded, "This is a surprisingly deep lesson to find in a story about tiny plastic men."
Lin laughed, "Wisdom can be found almost anywhere if you know where to look. Frivolities are more important than most admit. Doing such things is part of what makes us human, and while duty is indeed important, if you let yourself becoming nothing but duty you risk starving your own humanity, and I think we're both familiar enough with history to understand the kind of dire mistakes that losing touch with your humanity can induce."
"Are you saying I've been pushing myself too hard?"
"Ah," the saints face took an embarrassed look, "actually, I was going to take the chance to go over some of the astropolitical and theological ramifications that forging an alliance with the Eldar and their pantheon could bring." Lin paused, as Ridcullys sightless gaze grew increasingly dry, and the silence increasingly awkward. " but ruining a rare chance to relax seems a bit… awkward after that story got a bit away from me."
Ridcully snorted, "eat your weird grid bread and chicken mess. I am going to eat my fresh dragonfutit, and then you are going to listen to me ramble about some of my hunting stories, and if we have time afterward you can use the rest for work. But in the name of the emperor, I am claiming as much of this lunch hour as I can get away with in the name of keeping my humanity fed."
"Fair enough."
The two ate in compatible silence.
"... hey you got enough to share? I got the ketchup recipe pretty wrong this time."
Wordlessly Ridcully produced an unidentified chunk of meat and pushed it over to his friend with the air of someone who was going to deeply enjoy making him listen to the story of hunting its source.
@Durin I made a thing. It was not what I set out to make, but it's still definitely a thing.
To be a leader in the 43rd millennium was to always have to much to do and not enough time to do it. Some felt this was a sign of the times, that in the falling age of dusk there would never be time enough to do what must be done. Ridcully knew for a fact that such claims were overwrought nonsense. Every leader worthy of the name had worked themselves to the bone stretching back past the Dark age of technology, and he would know. Still, even if it was merely a fact of life rather than yet another sign of the age of dusk, it was bloody aggravating, and it made those rare few times when precious hours of free time lined up all the more precious. So when Lin and Ridcully happened to be in the same place, taking the same lunch, the opportunity was too good to pass up. though the fact that it just so happened that they would out of pure chance, of course, be eating alone in a heavily warded room raised the dread specter of the working lunch, but at least one could be overworked in good company.
Ridcully watched with a raised eyebrow as lin slathered a red vegetable sauce over his breaded chicken and weird gridded pastry.
"Have I ever told you how your attempts at old terra cuisine make me wish I could use hyperbole in your presence? Because I can say with some certainty that whatever your eating is worth at least some slight exaggeration."
"Not everyone can fire off a few shots in the air and bag a fresh dragon fruit. Some of us have to put in work for exciting dishes. You like to kill as much of your own food as you can get away with, I like to try and resurrect old cuisine."
"They ate that on old terra?"
".... the emperor ate this on old terra ."
Ridcully laughed, " That's one thing I'm never getting used to. I always believed, but I never really saw him as a person with his own life and bizarre eating habits."
Lin nodded. "Truth be told, that was some of the strangest parts of.. " he waved his arm in a broad gesture, encompassing his glowing aura.
"The knowledge of his fallibility was a shock, but it was the kind of shock I was expecting. In some ways the strangest things where his quirks and foibles, it's one thing to learn your god made mistakes, it's quite another to find out he got really into karaoke for a few decades."
"You should write a book, I'm sure a collection of the weird hobbies the Emperor tried out over his long life would help drive home the point of his humanity."
Lin chucked, "I just might, though given my writing habits I'd probably end up using it to prove a point about the nature of his fallibility."
Ridcully raised an eyebrow to invite lin to continue. "A lot of his foible pointed towards the flaws in his thinking. For example, he used to enjoy creating cultural fusions, but as time went on that fell away, and at the same time he started losing the ability to really appreciate the human cultures he encountered, seeing them simply in pragmatic terms. Honestly, his decreasing interest in silly hobbies is not a bad way to track the growing distance between him and the rest of humanity."
"Is there really that clear of a link?" Ridcully asked intrigued.
Lin hmmed, as he fell into a shallow trance and dug through his gifted memories. "Not always, but it comes up enough I think he realized what was happening on some level. He tended to pick up hobbies around some aspect of humanity when he started to lose it. I think he was subconsciously trying to reconnect."
"Did it ever work?"
"I don't know, slowed it down maybe. I think if he'd been aware it might have helped more. The issue is too many hobbies can be inverted. His forays into tabletop wargames definitely made it worse"
"Tabletop what now?"
Lin smiled "It's like Simtak, only played purely for fun, and everyone hand painted their pieces. Also, all the monster and lunatics were made up. Which I think may have been something he found vaguely amusing."
"Peace breeds strange hobbies"
Lin chuckled, "indeed, but like I said, he didn't realize what he was reaching out for when he started playing. So he went after what looked like the point of the game. "
"he stopped playing for fun and started playing to win. Like a simtack player who exploits the rules rather than use actual tactics."
Lin nodded, "he ended up with exquisitely painted models, a mathematically perfect war band, and no reason to keep playing."
Ridcully grinned and responded, "This is a surprisingly deep lesson to find in a story about tiny plastic men."
Lin laughed, "Wisdom can be found almost anywhere if you know where to look. Frivolities are more important than most admit. Doing such things is part of what makes us human, and while duty is indeed important, if you let yourself becoming nothing but duty you risk starving your own humanity, and I think we're both familiar enough with history to understand the kind of dire mistakes that losing touch with your humanity can induce."
"Are you saying I've been pushing myself too hard?"
"Ah," the saints face took an embarrassed look, "actually, I was going to take the chance to go over some of the astropolitical and theological ramifications that forging an alliance with the Eldar and their pantheon could bring." Lin paused, as Ridcullys sightless gaze grew increasingly dry, and the silence increasingly awkward. " but ruining a rare chance to relax seems a bit… awkward after that story got a bit away from me."
Ridcully snorted, "eat your weird grid bread and chicken mess. I am going to eat my fresh dragonfutit, and then you are going to listen to me ramble about some of my hunting stories, and if we have time afterward you can use the rest for work. But in the name of the emperor, I am claiming as much of this lunch hour as I can get away with in the name of keeping my humanity fed."
"Fair enough."
The two ate in compatible silence.
"... hey you got enough to share? I got the ketchup recipe pretty wrong this time."
Wordlessly Ridcully produced an unidentified chunk of meat and pushed it over to his friend with the air of someone who was going to deeply enjoy making him listen to the story of hunting its source.
@Durin I made a thing. It was not what I set out to make, but it's still definitely a thing.
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thanks, to add a bit more meta to it, this was suposed to be Lin telling Ridcully how big a deal forging an alliance with the empire of ashes could be, and using the emperor failing to do so as one of his biggest mistakes. Then the story about tiny plastic men got away from me and I realized I'd spent a few hundred words on the importance of work-life balance. It's a meta-story about Big E's foray into Not40k structed in the same way that I lost the initial thread.
I think it may be the most meta thing i've ever written.