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The Lost Primarch Quest
- Thread starter Daemon Hunter
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Duality | Redeemed
- Location
- Terra
What exactly is this applying to and for?
[X] Chaos everywhere
Wrong type of heretics for us to fight and the last time we went against a MoI we lost half the legion. If we only did hades and no other planet I would agree but we have several worlds with chaos forces on it that will get significantly worse if left to fester.
Edit there are other legions that can help there and we are specced to fight chaos. We should focus on the chaos worlds.
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- Terra
I agree here, maybe we can ask GM if it's possible to ask for assistance next turn regarding Hades and work together on them? Mainly because it is a Forge World and we kinda need as many as possible, so ask Mechanicus for further assistance there perhaps?
- Location
- Elsewhere
It is basically some more information on how void shields operate. Nothing mechanically different, just less fluff.
You can ask for assistance next year if you like.
Now I'll be in class for about 6 hours, so I'll be rather spotty with replies.
Nicholas Brooks
Redeemer and Destroyer
- Location
- United States
I almost want Kesar on Aam so he can kick Khornate ass but I'm pretty sure the Hereteks will also have a Bloodthirster or two. Also, that 3 Billion pop planet has to be Nurgle. There's simply no other possibility.
Hopefully we remain overstrength by the end of this. Bat boi was very insistent on it.
[x] Chaos everywhere
Hopefully we remain overstrength by the end of this. Bat boi was very insistent on it.
[x] Chaos everywhere
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Duality | Redeemed
- Location
- Terra
I feel you man, got my own about to kick in soon.
Also, cool, that should help make things easier if we have more assistance from the Mechanicus on that part.
williams1996
Alba gu bràth
- Location
- Scotland
[x] Chaos everywhere
NeonLights
Formerly Reliable_2IC
- Location
- In shambles
Should Kesar call in a favor?
[x] Chaos everywhere
[x] Chaos everywhere
Frozen Flame
Fragment of the Devourer
- Location
- The Darkness Beyond Time
[x] Chaos everywhere
- Location
- Lowton
[x] Chaos everywhere
- Location
- yorkshire
im trying to think of an omake that will get thr next stirring
Nicholas Brooks
Redeemer and Destroyer
- Location
- United States
Perhaps Kesar starts hearing the whispers of a Titan's Machine Spirit? All the Primarchs are psykers so it's possible.
- Location
- yorkshire
or the vigilance
Nicholas Brooks
Redeemer and Destroyer
- Location
- United States
That's even better. What would it be like? Maybe a protective sibling?
- Location
- yorkshire
the ship as I wrote her sees itself as a queen but its very motherly to her crew
- Location
- U.S.
omake ideas
Kesar hearing ALL the gods
Kesar trying to be a primarch princeps for a emperor class titan
kesar speaking to the machine spirit of a ark mechanicus
kesar trying to find/commune with his fallen sons
kesar trying his hand at necromancy (proto legion of the damned)
Kesar hearing ALL the gods
Kesar trying to be a primarch princeps for a emperor class titan
kesar speaking to the machine spirit of a ark mechanicus
kesar trying to find/commune with his fallen sons
kesar trying his hand at necromancy (proto legion of the damned)
- Location
- yorkshire
pretty mutch now I only have the outline but I probably be able to write it in an hour I think vigilance will have gotten less whimsical and more grounded since my last omake like refuring the Astartes as little solders if no one minds
Nicholas Brooks
Redeemer and Destroyer
- Location
- United States
Isn't... Isn't that only possible for the Chaos Gods and the Emperor of Mankind himself? It would be badass if that worked though. Like if the entire Legion deploys together they summon all their fallen brothers.
Christ, imagine if he met one of the Lost. I'm not certain if Kesar can't make even them repent.
That's... gonna be tough. Those things only rarely communicate with anyone. Also, they might possibly be full blown (albeit friendly) AI.
Dunno how that would work.
"Begone! I will defy you until the bitter end, and I will not be alone! You are no Gods, only parasites!"
Very well, Kesar. If we are meet as enemies, so be it. I shall expect your best.
Oh how you wound me, darling! Please, you must feel this ecstasy even if I must force the joys of pain upon you!
Defy if you wish, mortal. But remember: I am the Bringer of Hope, but I can take it from you as well... Your defiance is meaningless to the Architect of Fate.
Nothing will change, my boy. Whether today, tomorrow, a century from now or yesterday, all things pass and all things are born. You make no difference.
The Song of the Valhallan People.
- Location
- Reno Nv
Right here is that omake I promised.
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The Song of the Valhallaen people.
With musical and lyrical accompaniment form warframe's song: We All Lift Together
By, Keith Power
Play for full effect.
Cold: the air and water flowing
*Images of the harsh winter of Valhalla appear on the screen a blizzard of immense proportions wracking the land. The people in their homes trying to keep warm, and comfort family that it will pass. Just like it always has and will continue to. *
Hard: the land we call our home
* The scene shifts in to a large city battered by the blizzard, with the factories running to produce weapons, armor, and thick clothing. It shifts again to a hothouse, an old innovation that helps keep the people of this planet fed, and not starve in the cold winds. *
Push to keep the dark from coming
* The scene shifts again, this time it is focused on a cultist camp, the eight pointes star of Chaos glows balefully in the blizzard as the Cultists pray and sacrifice to there dark gods for glorious battle, sensuous suffering, a plan going right at the right time, or to just endure the cold.*
*The scene shifts again, this time those same cultists are drawing out a plan to attack the city, with the hot houses and the manufactories being prime targets for the assault. *
Feel the weight of what we owe
*In an old monastery monk of the golden path meditate on the nature of life, and how they may keep the people that they lead and protect on the golden path, and not fall to the whispers and false promises of chaos. *
*The scene shifts again, it flies through the city, and lands in the governor's office, reports are shone, on production, and food that they have. To survive the cold blizzard now, and the one that will come right after it as well. For in the calm between the cold, there is always someone wanting to attack what he holds dear. *
This: the song of sons and daughters
* The scene shifts once again, to a different factory, men, women and children are working long hours to have enough food and fuel to survive the blizzard. Some doing the job of two or three of them, trying to keep ahead of the quota, to make sure their family and the cities survive the blizzard blowing outside. *
*The scene closes in to the owner's office, there is a woman, slightly graying at the hair, and having battered clothes. She is looking at reports, one is the production of her factory, and the other is what they need to survive the blizzard at hand, and the attacks that may come after. All the while, looking out of window at the people who are hard at work, trying to keep up with the draconic demands of the city, to keep it safe and survive the winter. *
Hide the heart of who we are
*The scene shifts to that same factory, when one of the men are not able to hall any more, they are immediately helped by the people around them, even the foreman who is watching the workers, comes in to help out, and help take over the job for a bit to let the man rest. While another picks up where he left off. *
* The scene shifts to the city outside, where others are helping those in need, weather it be some extra food, or helping to patch up a roof that is heavy with snow. When someone falls, or is not able to keep going, the community weather it be a complete stranger, to a family member comes to help him or her up off the cold ground. *
Making peace to build our future
* The scene seems to fly from the outside into a large building, seaming to be decorated in many flags, with armed guards at the doors. The view seems to flight through the doors, and you see a meeting happening. Two different people are at the desk, with two different flags behind them. Both are smiling, and the seen shifts down to see a signed document with the words" Peace accord" written on them. *
Strong, united, working 'till we fall
*The scene shifts to a battle line, the people in them are dressed in large winter coats, with furred hats. All of them seems to have a different colored flag patch to their coats, but they are all in one line, together. On the other side of the battle lines, a horde of Cultists with the eight-pointed star of chaos raised high. *
Cold: the air and water flowing
*Behind the battle lines, there is a city, brisling with guns, and the air around it choked in smoke form smoke stacks, the snow is still falling, and the guns are turning towards the Cultists army.*.
Hard: the land we call our home
*In the trenches, men are praying in the time before the battle, some for forgiveness, others so that their families are safe, and others, so that they may see another day. The storm is starting to break, and both sides are almost able to see each other. *
Push to keep the dark from coming
*Priests of the Golden Path are in the trenches as well the symbol of the lotus is sark on their white robes. They are in the tranches with the solders, to provide both an anchor of faith, and a symbol to rally and protect. They help lead prayers and meditation to that the foul warp taint may not infect their charges. *
Feel the weight of what we owe
*Along with the men of faith, in their black coats and buckle hats, the witch hunters stock about. Making sure that the men and women are stable and whole. Those that aren't are given the Cold mercy. For no taint can escape the hard gaze of the witch hunters.
The storm begins to clear, the armies can see each other, and the final flakes of snow fall to the hard ground. *
This: the song of sons and daughters
*The silence is pincered by a loud Boom! The chanting of the cultists began to be heard, along with the Mantras of the Monks of the Golden Path. *
Hide the heart of who we are
* The artillery starts to fire from both sides, one is simple gunpowder and steel that slams and explodes in to the cultists line. The other is a corrupted ball of warp stuff that slams and corrupts some of the men, some attack those beside them, other take their own life, and the ones who survived it, charge the cultist line. *
Making peace to build our future
*With the boom of artillery in the background, the two lines meet, guns are firing, and swords are slashing. The daemons who are summoned are taken out by the Monks of the Golden Path, the cultists leaders are shot and executed by the witch hunters. The few psyckers in the cultist's army are focused down by everyone. All the while the screams of dying men and women fill the cold air.
Strong, united, working 'till we fall
*The daemons are slashed, shot, and broken by the faith, steel, and fire power of the people who call this cold and hard planet home. Where one man falls two appear, working together to kill the foul warp spawn, and those who killed their brothers and sisters. *
And we all lift, and we're all adrift together, together
*The camera zooms in to the battle, with brother and sister are holding the line, and for every one that falls, they take four with them. All of them with different flags and creeds, are standing shoulder to shoulder to hold the line, and push it back. All the while the artillery booms in the background.
Through the cold mist, 'till we're lifeless together, together
*The scene shifts once again, this time the battle is over, but the body count remains, all the cultists are dead, there bodies are burned so that their taint, and disease doesn't infect both the town and the soldiers. Those soldiers who have died, are gathered up in the flags of their country or tribes, and are cremated as well, with full ceremony and honor. For they all know, that the cultists would use the honored dead as a weapon if given the chance. In the end, they all pack up their arms and armor, and head home. All the while another storm is brewing on the horizon. *
_________________________________________________________________________________________________
The Song of the Valhallaen people.
With musical and lyrical accompaniment form warframe's song: We All Lift Together
By, Keith Power
Play for full effect.
Cold: the air and water flowing
*Images of the harsh winter of Valhalla appear on the screen a blizzard of immense proportions wracking the land. The people in their homes trying to keep warm, and comfort family that it will pass. Just like it always has and will continue to. *
Hard: the land we call our home
* The scene shifts in to a large city battered by the blizzard, with the factories running to produce weapons, armor, and thick clothing. It shifts again to a hothouse, an old innovation that helps keep the people of this planet fed, and not starve in the cold winds. *
Push to keep the dark from coming
* The scene shifts again, this time it is focused on a cultist camp, the eight pointes star of Chaos glows balefully in the blizzard as the Cultists pray and sacrifice to there dark gods for glorious battle, sensuous suffering, a plan going right at the right time, or to just endure the cold.*
*The scene shifts again, this time those same cultists are drawing out a plan to attack the city, with the hot houses and the manufactories being prime targets for the assault. *
Feel the weight of what we owe
*In an old monastery monk of the golden path meditate on the nature of life, and how they may keep the people that they lead and protect on the golden path, and not fall to the whispers and false promises of chaos. *
*The scene shifts again, it flies through the city, and lands in the governor's office, reports are shone, on production, and food that they have. To survive the cold blizzard now, and the one that will come right after it as well. For in the calm between the cold, there is always someone wanting to attack what he holds dear. *
This: the song of sons and daughters
* The scene shifts once again, to a different factory, men, women and children are working long hours to have enough food and fuel to survive the blizzard. Some doing the job of two or three of them, trying to keep ahead of the quota, to make sure their family and the cities survive the blizzard blowing outside. *
*The scene closes in to the owner's office, there is a woman, slightly graying at the hair, and having battered clothes. She is looking at reports, one is the production of her factory, and the other is what they need to survive the blizzard at hand, and the attacks that may come after. All the while, looking out of window at the people who are hard at work, trying to keep up with the draconic demands of the city, to keep it safe and survive the winter. *
Hide the heart of who we are
*The scene shifts to that same factory, when one of the men are not able to hall any more, they are immediately helped by the people around them, even the foreman who is watching the workers, comes in to help out, and help take over the job for a bit to let the man rest. While another picks up where he left off. *
* The scene shifts to the city outside, where others are helping those in need, weather it be some extra food, or helping to patch up a roof that is heavy with snow. When someone falls, or is not able to keep going, the community weather it be a complete stranger, to a family member comes to help him or her up off the cold ground. *
Making peace to build our future
* The scene seems to fly from the outside into a large building, seaming to be decorated in many flags, with armed guards at the doors. The view seems to flight through the doors, and you see a meeting happening. Two different people are at the desk, with two different flags behind them. Both are smiling, and the seen shifts down to see a signed document with the words" Peace accord" written on them. *
Strong, united, working 'till we fall
*The scene shifts to a battle line, the people in them are dressed in large winter coats, with furred hats. All of them seems to have a different colored flag patch to their coats, but they are all in one line, together. On the other side of the battle lines, a horde of Cultists with the eight-pointed star of chaos raised high. *
Cold: the air and water flowing
*Behind the battle lines, there is a city, brisling with guns, and the air around it choked in smoke form smoke stacks, the snow is still falling, and the guns are turning towards the Cultists army.*.
Hard: the land we call our home
*In the trenches, men are praying in the time before the battle, some for forgiveness, others so that their families are safe, and others, so that they may see another day. The storm is starting to break, and both sides are almost able to see each other. *
Push to keep the dark from coming
*Priests of the Golden Path are in the trenches as well the symbol of the lotus is sark on their white robes. They are in the tranches with the solders, to provide both an anchor of faith, and a symbol to rally and protect. They help lead prayers and meditation to that the foul warp taint may not infect their charges. *
Feel the weight of what we owe
*Along with the men of faith, in their black coats and buckle hats, the witch hunters stock about. Making sure that the men and women are stable and whole. Those that aren't are given the Cold mercy. For no taint can escape the hard gaze of the witch hunters.
The storm begins to clear, the armies can see each other, and the final flakes of snow fall to the hard ground. *
This: the song of sons and daughters
*The silence is pincered by a loud Boom! The chanting of the cultists began to be heard, along with the Mantras of the Monks of the Golden Path. *
Hide the heart of who we are
* The artillery starts to fire from both sides, one is simple gunpowder and steel that slams and explodes in to the cultists line. The other is a corrupted ball of warp stuff that slams and corrupts some of the men, some attack those beside them, other take their own life, and the ones who survived it, charge the cultist line. *
Making peace to build our future
*With the boom of artillery in the background, the two lines meet, guns are firing, and swords are slashing. The daemons who are summoned are taken out by the Monks of the Golden Path, the cultists leaders are shot and executed by the witch hunters. The few psyckers in the cultist's army are focused down by everyone. All the while the screams of dying men and women fill the cold air.
Strong, united, working 'till we fall
*The daemons are slashed, shot, and broken by the faith, steel, and fire power of the people who call this cold and hard planet home. Where one man falls two appear, working together to kill the foul warp spawn, and those who killed their brothers and sisters. *
And we all lift, and we're all adrift together, together
*The camera zooms in to the battle, with brother and sister are holding the line, and for every one that falls, they take four with them. All of them with different flags and creeds, are standing shoulder to shoulder to hold the line, and push it back. All the while the artillery booms in the background.
Through the cold mist, 'till we're lifeless together, together
*The scene shifts once again, this time the battle is over, but the body count remains, all the cultists are dead, there bodies are burned so that their taint, and disease doesn't infect both the town and the soldiers. Those soldiers who have died, are gathered up in the flags of their country or tribes, and are cremated as well, with full ceremony and honor. For they all know, that the cultists would use the honored dead as a weapon if given the chance. In the end, they all pack up their arms and armor, and head home. All the while another storm is brewing on the horizon. *
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Alright, bet.
Last I checked, weren't you the one needing a safe word when coming to me?
Tzeentch when you face me, your fate spirals out of control. Plans end. I am where fate comes to die and change, my every step utterly changing the world. Each movement a ripple upon this universe, setting out tsunamis everywhere. You may the Bringer of Hope, but didn't you label my father the thief? I shall usurp your title and show you true Hope.
Death comes and goes, it is an endless cycle yes. But did not the people create the cure to age, the cure to sickness. For all you claim nonething matters, society has defeated you once and they can defeat you again. That's why you fear us so. That's why you send your messengers to plague us. Because you're afraid.
- Location
- India
- Pronouns
- He/His
How many years till the canon heresy?
How many years till lorgar fell to chaos in canon?
How many years till lorgar fell to chaos in canon?