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Strange Blooms (Warhammer 40k Tyranid Quest)

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[X] [Region] Imperium Nihilus: You are forsaken. The Astronomican is dark, astropathic communication is intermittent and even time may sometimes run askew. If the Imperium Sanctus is beset, the Imperium Nihilus is on the verge of being overrun.
[X] [Foe] Hive Tyrant: The creature is enormous, more than thrice your height and wielding armaments as tall as you. There is a terrible intelligence in its eyes, and more than that an awful wisdom you can barely fathom. It has not killed you yet; what is it looking for?

[X] Plan: The Rise of Iuadex
[x] Plan: Farsight-In-Miniature
 
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So! Going into the second day of the vote, at least by my timezone, the voting so far falls down as:

Region
Imperium Nihilus - 11
Imperium Sanctus - 0

Origin
Rise of Iuadex - 3
Farsight-in-Miniature - 3
Biotech - 3
Magic Fisherman - 2
Plan? What plan? - 1

Foe
Zoanthrope - 1
Warrior - 2
Hive Tyrant - 5

I do want to note, though, that plan Biotech by @Ancient One isn't really formatted right, in that it should have the Origin, Foe and Region votes separated. As a result of that, I've been assuming that the votes by @Eternal Lord and @epic are for the same Region and Foe choices as in that plan, but you might want to clarify.

Likewise, @WheelOfFortune and @KrakenCaller8991 , you may or may not want to specify your votes for Foe and Region, even if it's just to pick the same as the people whose plans you've voted for.
 
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I really feel like the vibe of these plans with either a Death or Feudal World and the leading Hive Tyrant as a possible pet/thing/who knows, is really just like.

TAKE ME CLOSER MINION! I WANT TO HIT THEM WITH GIANT SWORDS!
 
[X] [Region] Imperium Nihilus: You are forsaken. The Astronomican is dark, astropathic communication is intermittent and even time may sometimes run askew. If the Imperium Sanctus is beset, the Imperium Nihilus is on the verge of being overrun.

[X] Plan Biotech
-[X] [Origin] Death World: Your home is a horror - a planet barely fit for human habitation, where the Imperium hangs on with bloodied fingernails. The galaxy has many and varied trials to inflict upon the Emperor's subjects; choose also a world from below:
--[X] [Origin] Covyria: Verdant and savage, Covyria is home to innumerable predators, carnivorous plants and prey-beasts scarcely any less dangerous. Continuous application of fire and defoliants to the ever-encroaching jungle-scape is necessary, and the Imperial Knights of House Vanefa are there to stand between the population and the greater monsters which stalk this planet. They will be tested sorely, though, as a new breed of monster comes from beyond the sky: A Tyranid bio-ship has won through the planetary defenses and begun to deposit its cargo onto the surface.
-[X] [Origin] Man
-[X] [Origin] Cyrus Tranth
-[X] [Origin] Child of the Creed: You were not raised by parents in the traditional sense, but by an institution, whether that be the Schola Progenium, the Adeptus Mechanicus, a monastic order or some other group.
A child of the Mechanicus you know more than most humans ever will. Your homeworld became an interest to the biologist branch of the organization. You were cloned by your mentor and trained under him all your life to become a magos in the field of biology. Your teacher was an oddball as he favored biological enhancement over mechanical. You suspect he did something to your genetic code when he made you. Looking on your foe part of you wants to know how it works.

[X] [Foe] Hive Tyrant: The creature is enormous, more than thrice your height and wielding armaments as tall as you. There is a terrible intelligence in its eyes, and more than that an awful wisdom you can barely fathom. It has not killed you yet; what is it looking for?

have a cleaned up version of the plan @Ancient One, as I rather like it. Death World just seems right if we're going to be working with/controlling Nids, also gives us a reason to want them around rather than wanting to be rid of them like in Feudal or most of the others. Hive Tyrant is just perfect. Meanwhile, the Child of the Creed subvote is quite interesting to say the least, looking forward to how that manifests.

Also approval voting for the Maiden World plan as that's a nifty idea too.
[X]Plan? What plan?
 
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Since i like the little details of biotech, i am going to approval vote for it as well
[X] Plan Biotech
 
[X] [Region] Imperium Nihilus: You are forsaken. The Astronomican is dark, astropathic communication is intermittent and even time may sometimes run askew. If the Imperium Sanctus is beset, the Imperium Nihilus is on the verge of being overrun.

[X] Plan Biotech
-[X] [Origin] Death World: Your home is a horror - a planet barely fit for human habitation, where the Imperium hangs on with bloodied fingernails. The galaxy has many and varied trials to inflict upon the Emperor's subjects; choose also a world from below:
--[X] [Origin] Covyria: Verdant and savage, Covyria is home to innumerable predators, carnivorous plants and prey-beasts scarcely any less dangerous. Continuous application of fire and defoliants to the ever-encroaching jungle-scape is necessary, and the Imperial Knights of House Vanefa are there to stand between the population and the greater monsters which stalk this planet. They will be tested sorely, though, as a new breed of monster comes from beyond the sky: A Tyranid bio-ship has won through the planetary defenses and begun to deposit its cargo onto the surface.
-[X] [Origin] Man
-[X] [Origin] Cyrus Tranth
-[X] [Origin] Child of the Creed: You were not raised by parents in the traditional sense, but by an institution, whether that be the Schola Progenium, the Adeptus Mechanicus, a monastic order or some other group.
A child of the Mechanicus you know more than most humans ever will. Your homeworld became an interest to the biologist branch of the organization. You were cloned by your mentor and trained under him all your life to become a magos in the field of biology. Your teacher was an oddball as he favored biological enhancement over mechanical. You suspect he did something to your genetic code when he made you. Looking on your foe part of you wants to know how it works.

[X] [Foe] Hive Tyrant: The creature is enormous, more than thrice your height and wielding armaments as tall as you. There is a terrible intelligence in its eyes, and more than that an awful wisdom you can barely fathom. It has not killed you yet; what is it looking for?
 
[x] [Region] Imperium Nihilus: You are forsaken. The Astronomican is dark, astropathic communication is intermittent and even time may sometimes run askew. If the Imperium Sanctus is beset, the Imperium Nihilus is on the verge of being overrun.

[x] Plan "God-Emperor why did it have to be me"
-[x] [Origin] BIG KRUMPA: The capitals are important. Kaptin Rekkguttah is very insistent on them. You've seen him splatter a gretchin for not pronouncing them right. You're still not entirely sure how you're alive. The Kaptin apparently took a liking to you, for whatever reason (though you think your sparks and explosions are part of it), and kept you as something between a slave, a pet and a jester - his Sparky 'Umie. It's a hell of a trick, to keep it up. And now a giant tentacle-monster has decided KRUMPA looks tasty.
-[x] [Status] Child of the Vaunted: You were raised at the apex of society; the child of nobility, a planetary governor, or the captain of your home-vessel. You are used to privilege, and have been trained to take up high office.
-[x] [Name] Amoris Halsmer
-[x] [Gender] Male

[x] [Foe] Hive Tyrant: The creature is enormous, more than thrice your height and wielding armaments as tall as you. There is a terrible intelligence in its eyes, and more than that an awful wisdom you can barely fathom. It has not killed you yet; what is it looking for?
 
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[X] [Region] Imperium Nihilus
[X] [Foe] Hive Tyrant

[X] Plan: The Rise of Iuadex
-[X] [Origin] Feudal World: To Imperial cartographers your world is classified as 'Narthus Septimus'. You've never heard this name. Yours is a world of empires spread by sword, spear and shield, of men and women who farm for a living, and are swept off by nobility to their country villas for entertainment. Slavery is commonplace, life is short, and the main contact you have with the Imperium is the tales of armored gods who choose a few boys each generation to serve them in the heavens. You have no way of knowing how a wounded hive ship limped to your planet's orbit and spat down a few spores before it shuddered out its death throes. You know only the tales of monsters in the wild.
-[X] [Origin] Woman
-[X] [Origin] Alia Iuadex
-[X] [Origin] Child of the Creed: You were not raised by parents in the traditional sense, but by an institution, whether that be the Schola Progenium, the Adeptus Mechanicus, a monastic order or some other group. A child of the Imperial Word, you grew up in the bosom of the Imperial Mission and learned the holy words at the foot of nuns and monks, the words that glorified these gods, your gifts perhaps lending your prayers more weight than one might expect. Now, before this foe all you are is fighting to live and hope for a miracle has not yet died.
 
[X] [Region] Imperium Nihilus
[X] [Foe] Hive Tyrant

[X]Plan? What plan?
-[X] [Origin] Talia Lante
-[X] [Origin] Maiden World
-[X] [Origin] Woman
-[X] [Origin] Child of the Creed: You were not raised by parents in the traditional sense, but by an institution, whether that be the Schola Progenium, the Adeptus Mechanicus, a monastic order or some other group.
--[X]The monastic order that raised you has selected you to become a peacekeeper, one of the many bridges between your people and your Aeldari neighbours, to help smoothe any friction that might come up even after such a long and fruitful coexistence.
 
[X] [Region] Imperium Nihilus
[X] [Foe] Hive Tyrant

[X] Plan: The Rise of Iuadex
-[X] [Origin] Feudal World: To Imperial cartographers your world is classified as 'Narthus Septimus'. You've never heard this name. Yours is a world of empires spread by sword, spear and shield, of men and women who farm for a living, and are swept off by nobility to their country villas for entertainment. Slavery is commonplace, life is short, and the main contact you have with the Imperium is the tales of armored gods who choose a few boys each generation to serve them in the heavens. You have no way of knowing how a wounded hive ship limped to your planet's orbit and spat down a few spores before it shuddered out its death throes. You know only the tales of monsters in the wild.
-[X] [Origin] Woman
-[X] [Origin] Alia Iuadex
-[X] [Origin] Child of the Creed: You were not raised by parents in the traditional sense, but by an institution, whether that be the Schola Progenium, the Adeptus Mechanicus, a monastic order or some other group. A child of the Imperial Word, you grew up in the bosom of the Imperial Mission and learned the holy words at the foot of nuns and monks, the words that glorified these gods, your gifts perhaps lending your prayers more weight than one might expect. Now, before this foe all you are is fighting to live and hope for a miracle has not yet died.
 
With five hours left on voting, we've developed to the point of:

Region
Imperium Nihilus - 14
Imperium Sanctus -

Origin
Rise of Iuadex - 5
Farsight-in-Miniature - 2
Biotech - 6
Magic Fisherman - 2
Plan? What plan? - 3
Plan "God-Emperor why did it have to be me" - 1

Foe
Zoanthrope - 2
Warrior - 3
Hive Tyrant - 9
 
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[X] [Region] Imperium Nihilus
[X] [Foe] Hive Tyrant

[X] Plan: The Rise of Iuadex
-[X] [Origin] Feudal World: To Imperial cartographers your world is classified as 'Narthus Septimus'. You've never heard this name. Yours is a world of empires spread by sword, spear and shield, of men and women who farm for a living, and are swept off by nobility to their country villas for entertainment. Slavery is commonplace, life is short, and the main contact you have with the Imperium is the tales of armored gods who choose a few boys each generation to serve them in the heavens. You have no way of knowing how a wounded hive ship limped to your planet's orbit and spat down a few spores before it shuddered out its death throes. You know only the tales of monsters in the wild.
-[X] [Origin] Woman
-[X] [Origin] Alia Iuadex
-[X] [Origin] Child of the Creed: You were not raised by parents in the traditional sense, but by an institution, whether that be the Schola Progenium, the Adeptus Mechanicus, a monastic order or some other group. A child of the Imperial Word, you grew up in the bosom of the Imperial Mission and learned the holy words at the foot of nuns and monks, the words that glorified these gods, your gifts perhaps lending your prayers more weight than one might expect. Now, before this foe all you are is fighting to live and hope for a miracle has not yet died.
 
[X] [Region] Imperium Nihilus: You are forsaken. The Astronomican is dark, astropathic communication is intermittent and even time may sometimes run askew. If the Imperium Sanctus is beset, the Imperium Nihilus is on the verge of being overrun.

[X] Plan Biotech
 
[X] [Region] Imperium Nihilus: You are forsaken. The Astronomican is dark, astropathic communication is intermittent and even time may sometimes run askew. If the Imperium Sanctus is beset, the Imperium Nihilus is on the verge of being overrun.

[X] Plan Biotech
-[X] [Origin] Death World: Your home is a horror - a planet barely fit for human habitation, where the Imperium hangs on with bloodied fingernails. The galaxy has many and varied trials to inflict upon the Emperor's subjects; choose also a world from below:
--[X] [Origin] Covyria: Verdant and savage, Covyria is home to innumerable predators, carnivorous plants and prey-beasts scarcely any less dangerous. Continuous application of fire and defoliants to the ever-encroaching jungle-scape is necessary, and the Imperial Knights of House Vanefa are there to stand between the population and the greater monsters which stalk this planet. They will be tested sorely, though, as a new breed of monster comes from beyond the sky: A Tyranid bio-ship has won through the planetary defenses and begun to deposit its cargo onto the surface.
-[X] [Origin] Man
-[X] [Origin] Cyrus Tranth
-[X] [Origin] Child of the Creed: You were not raised by parents in the traditional sense, but by an institution, whether that be the Schola Progenium, the Adeptus Mechanicus, a monastic order or some other group.
A child of the Mechanicus you know more than most humans ever will. Your homeworld became an interest to the biologist branch of the organization. You were cloned by your mentor and trained under him all your life to become a magos in the field of biology. Your teacher was an oddball as he favored biological enhancement over mechanical. You suspect he did something to your genetic code when he made you. Looking on your foe part of you wants to know how it works.

[X] [Foe] Hive Tyrant: The creature is enormous, more than thrice your height and wielding armaments as tall as you. There is a terrible intelligence in its eyes, and more than that an awful wisdom you can barely fathom. It has not killed you yet; what is it looking for?
 
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    • Okay! First vote of the quest wrapped up, and it looks like we have some winners:
    Adhoc vote count started by QafianSage on May 8, 2021 at 12:59 PM, finished with 53 posts and 22 votes.
    [region] [foe] theriseofiuadex farsightinminiature biotech [origin] whatplan godemperorwhydidithavetobeme
    • 15
      [X] [Region] Imperium Nihilus: You are forsaken. The Astronomican is dark, astropathic communication is intermittent and even time may sometimes run askew. If the Imperium Sanctus is beset, the Imperium Nihilus is on the verge of being overrun.
      [X] [Region] Imperium Nihilus
    • 14
      [X] [Foe] Hive Tyrant
      [X] [Foe] Hive Tyrant: The creature is enormous, more than thrice your height and wielding armaments as tall as you. There is a terrible intelligence in its eyes, and more than that an awful wisdom you can barely fathom. It has not killed you yet; what is it looking for?
      [X] [Foe] Zoanthrope: It is twice your height, but seems taller for the way its almost-vestigial body floats above the ground, suspended by a will you can see distorting the air and feel pressing against your own as it regards you. You think it sees you better with its thoughts than its eyes.
      [x] [Foe] Warrior: It towers above you, its wedge-shaped head crowned with armour, its weaponized limbs ready to destroy. As it sees you, its eyes narrow and it lets out a whistling chitter, but does not fire just yet. Hesitation?
    • 7
      [X] Plan: The Rise of Iuadex
      -[X] [Origin] Feudal World: To Imperial cartographers your world is classified as 'Narthus Septimus'. You've never heard this name. Yours is a world of empires spread by sword, spear and shield, of men and women who farm for a living, and are swept off by nobility to their country villas for entertainment. Slavery is commonplace, life is short, and the main contact you have with the Imperium is the tales of armored gods who choose a few boys each generation to serve them in the heavens. You have no way of knowing how a wounded hive ship limped to your planet's orbit and spat down a few spores before it shuddered out its death throes. You know only the tales of monsters in the wild.
      -[X] [Origin] Woman
      -[X] [Origin] Alia Iuadex
      -[X] [Origin] Child of the Creed: You were not raised by parents in the traditional sense, but by an institution, whether that be the Schola Progenium, the Adeptus Mechanicus, a monastic order or some other group. A child of the Imperial Word, you grew up in the bosom of the Imperial Mission and learned the holy words at the foot of nuns and monks, the words that glorified these gods, your gifts perhaps lending your prayers more weight than one might expect. Now, before this foe all you are is fighting to live and hope for a miracle has not yet died.
    • 4
      [x] Plan: Farsight-In-Miniature
      -[X] [Origin] Feudal World: To Imperial cartographers your world is classified as 'Narthus Septimus'. You've never heard this name. Yours is a world of empires spread by sword, spear and shield, of men and women who farm for a living, and are swept off by nobility to their country villas for entertainment. Slavery is commonplace, life is short, and the main contact you have with the Imperium is the tales of armored gods who choose a few boys each generation to serve them in the heavens. You have no way of knowing how a wounded hive ship limped to your planet's orbit and spat down a few spores before it shuddered out its death throes. You know only the tales of monsters in the wild.
      -[X] [Origin] Woman
      -[x] [Origin] Fitzchivalry
      -[x] [Origin] Child of the Creed: You were not raised by parents in the traditional sense, but by an institution, whether that be the Schola Progenium, the Adeptus Mechanicus, a monastic order or some other group.
    • 10
      [X] Plan Biotech
      -[X] [Region] Imperium Nihilus: You are forsaken. The Astronomican is dark, astropathic communication is intermittent and even time may sometimes run askew. If the Imperium Sanctus is beset, the Imperium Nihilus is on the verge of being overrun.
      -[X] [Origin] Death World: Your home is a horror - a planet barely fit for human habitation, where the Imperium hangs on with bloodied fingernails. The galaxy has many and varied trials to inflict upon the Emperor's subjects; choose also a world from below:
      --[X] [Origin] Covyria: Verdant and savage, Covyria is home to innumerable predators, carnivorous plants and prey-beasts scarcely any less dangerous. Continuous application of fire and defoliants to the ever-encroaching jungle-scape is necessary, and the Imperial Knights of House Vanefa are there to stand between the population and the greater monsters which stalk this planet. They will be tested sorely, though, as a new breed of monster comes from beyond the sky: A Tyranid bio-ship has won through the planetary defenses and begun to deposit its cargo onto the surface.
      -[X] [Origin] Man
      -[X] [Origin] Cyrus Tranth
      -[x] [Origin] Child of the Creed: You were not raised by parents in the traditional sense, but by an institution, whether that be the Schola Progenium, the Adeptus Mechanicus, a monastic order or some other group.
      -[X] [Foe] Hive Tyrant: The creature is enormous, more than thrice your height and wielding armaments as tall as you. There is a terrible intelligence in its eyes, and more than that an awful wisdom you can barely fathom. It has not killed you yet; what is it looking for?
      [X] Plan Biotech
      -[X] [Origin] Death World: Your home is a horror - a planet barely fit for human habitation, where the Imperium hangs on with bloodied fingernails. The galaxy has many and varied trials to inflict upon the Emperor's subjects; choose also a world from below:
      --[X] [Origin] Covyria: Verdant and savage, Covyria is home to innumerable predators, carnivorous plants and prey-beasts scarcely any less dangerous. Continuous application of fire and defoliants to the ever-encroaching jungle-scape is necessary, and the Imperial Knights of House Vanefa are there to stand between the population and the greater monsters which stalk this planet. They will be tested sorely, though, as a new breed of monster comes from beyond the sky: A Tyranid bio-ship has won through the planetary defenses and begun to deposit its cargo onto the surface.
      -[X] [Origin] Man
      -[X] [Origin] Cyrus Tranth
      -[x] [Origin] Child of the Creed: You were not raised by parents in the traditional sense, but by an institution, whether that be the Schola Progenium, the Adeptus Mechanicus, a monastic order or some other group.
    • 1
      [X] [Origin] Death World: Your home is a horror - a planet barely fit for human habitation, where the Imperium hangs on with bloodied fingernails. The galaxy has many and varied trials to inflict upon the Emperor's subjects; choose also a world from below:
      --[X] [Origin] Benkiter: A planet of oceans, Benkiter's seas are almost as deep as the gullets of their inhabitants. Populated by all manner of monstrous creatures, from venomous sting-worms to leviathans capable of assaulting even fortified floating cities, it is a blue hell. It is also home to a certain type of clam whose pearls have a remarkable luster - and this is reason enough for garrisons to be maintained and men to be fed to its monsters. That the Fleet landed here is no wonder; Benkiter is full of biomass, but its inhabitants may test the resources of a broken splinter-fleet.
      -[X] [Origin] Man
      -[X] [Origin] Marius Seine
      -[X] [Origin] Child of the Low: You were born into the lowest - and widest - rung of society. You were a peon and a child of peons; a worker in the intestines of a vessel, a labourer in manufactorums, a ganger, a farmer, one of any number of roles.
    • 3
      [X]Plan? What plan?
      -[X] [Origin] Talia Lante
      -[X] [Origin] Maiden World
      -[X] [Origin] Woman
      -[x] [Origin] Child of the Creed: You were not raised by parents in the traditional sense, but by an institution, whether that be the Schola Progenium, the Adeptus Mechanicus, a monastic order or some other group.
      --[X]The monastic order that raised you has selected you to become a peacekeeper, one of the many bridges between your people and your Aeldari neighbours, to help smoothe any friction that might come up even after such a long and fruitful coexistence.
    • 1
      [x] Plan "God-Emperor why did it have to be me"
      -[x] [Origin] BIG KRUMPA: The capitals are important. Kaptin Rekkguttah is very insistent on them. You've seen him splatter a gretchin for not pronouncing them right. You're still not entirely sure how you're alive. The Kaptin apparently took a liking to you, for whatever reason (though you think your sparks and explosions are part of it), and kept you as something between a slave, a pet and a jester - his Sparky 'Umie. It's a hell of a trick, to keep it up. And now a giant tentacle-monster has decided KRUMPA looks tasty.
      -[x] [Status] Child of the Vaunted: You were raised at the apex of society; the child of nobility, a planetary governor, or the captain of your home-vessel. You are used to privilege, and have been trained to take up high office.
      -[x] [Name] Amoris Halsmer
      -[x] [Gender] Male
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    In short, Imperium Nihilus, Hive Tyrant and Plan: Biotech have won the first vote.

    I should be able to post the basic rules of the quest and a mostly-bare (for now) character sheet today or tomorrow.
     
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