Son of Death (30k Mortarion Quest)

[X] The Unbroken Few. The seven comrades who stood with him against Necare, last survivors of a brotherhood chosen for their lack of remaining ties as much as their quality.
[X]Let the Past Bear Fruit: No ceremonies, no. No grand speeches. But before each warrior leaves, they plant a tree as a memory, and take a seed of the same to bring with them. Lest they forget their past.
[ ] A Farmer
The scythe was never meant as a weapon of war. You tilled the land once, seeking to earn the trust and acceptance of the people, and found a certain pleasure in the humble simplicity of the labours. Perhaps you might return to that life now, and greet your neighbours not as commander or herald of war, but simply as a friend.
Unfortunately, it seems like Moratorion didn't find the friendship of his neighbors that he was seeking. Perhaps he would have been able to spend more time with others if we'd chosen Lawgiver or Philosopher, or maybe he would have ended up just as lonely in those professions as well.
 
[X] The Unbroken Few. The seven comrades who stood with him against Necare, last survivors of a brotherhood chosen for their lack of remaining ties as much as their quality.
[X] Let the Past Bear Fruit: No ceremonies, no. No grand speeches. But before each warrior leaves, they plant a tree as a memory, and take a seed of the same to bring with them. Lest they forget their past.
 
Unfortunately, it seems like Moratorion didn't find the friendship of his neighbors that he was seeking. Perhaps he would have been able to spend more time with others if we'd chosen Lawgiver or Philosopher, or maybe he would have ended up just as lonely in those professions as well.

I mean, he wasn't close enough to have farmhands, but he was a known figure in town... people recognized him at the gates and all.
 
[X] The Unbroken Few. The seven comrades who stood with him against Necare, last survivors of a brotherhood chosen for their lack of remaining ties as much as their quality.
[X] Let the Past Bear Fruit: No ceremonies, no. No grand speeches. But before each warrior leaves, they plant a tree as a memory, and take a seed of the same to bring with them. Lest they forget their past.
 
[X] The Unbroken Few. The seven comrades who stood with him against Necare, last survivors of a brotherhood chosen for their lack of remaining ties as much as their quality.
[X]Let the Past Bear Fruit: No ceremonies, no. No grand speeches. But before each warrior leaves, they plant a tree as a memory, and take a seed of the same to bring with them. Lest they forget their past.
 
[X] The Dauntless Host. Every man and woman who called themselves Death Guard will have a place by his side, if they wish to claim it.
[X]Let the Past Bear Fruit: No ceremonies, no. No grand speeches. But before each warrior leaves, they plant a tree as a memory, and take a seed of the same to bring with them. Lest they forget their past.

Mortarion sees the people's admiration for a lord, for a figure that is more symbol than person, and mistakes it for the love he wants, while failing to realize the respect, acceptance, and support he has.

They don't notice him because they know him, they understand him. To them he's just another person like everyone else, if a bit bigger and capable of more. The Emperor, however, calls himself The Emperor of Mankind. He radiates grandiosity, this image and symbol of being larger than life, something more than ordinary.

They look at Mortarion and see a member of the community. They look at the Emperor and see a ruler.
 
Last edited:
[X] The Unbroken Few. The seven comrades who stood with him against Necare, last survivors of a brotherhood chosen for their lack of remaining ties as much as their quality.
[X] Let the Past Bear Fruit: No ceremonies, no. No grand speeches. But before each warrior leaves, they plant a tree as a memory, and take a seed of the same to bring with them. Lest they forget their past.
 
[X] Let the Past Bear Fruit: No ceremonies, no. No grand speeches. But before each warrior leaves, they plant a tree as a memory, and take a seed of the same to bring with them. Lest they forget their past.
 
We call it Terraforming," the outsider says with a nod, like a parent indulging a clever child, "the art of changing ecosystems and biosphere to better suit our purposes. The Imperial Geoengineering Corps consists of millions of scientists, technicians, and frontline specialists, drawing on knowledge and resources from across the galaxy. They will doubtless be fascinated to see what you have accomplished with such limited means, and only too happy to assist."

The straps to the harness creak in your hands. You say nothing. What is there to say? This is your life's work he speaks of, the gift that only you could bestow upon the people, the challenge only you could overcome… or it was yesterday. Today a man calling himself Emperor descends from the heavens and offers to do all you were working for in your place, and not even personally. He would delegate the work to a thousand-thousand others, and they would exceed your work in a fraction of the time. He does not say this, and yet it is clear from implication, and in your breast fury curdles like stagnant water. How dare he. How dare he do this to you.
I really like this because the Emperor... He's not being cruel. He's trying to be kind even. Reaching out a hand and building bridges based on shared values/work.

But he's not really thinking of what it means that he can just descend from on high like a god and do in days what takes you a lifetime. Or he is, but only from the perspective of a god where such gifts are proofs of power and glory and deserving of praise.

Because he could have offered Mortion a place there. Said "this is something good and worthwhile and if you truly wish this to be your life work then I could offer you the chance to do it for the whole galaxy. You could be a part of something greater". And that never even occurs to him
 
[X] The Dauntless Host. Every man and woman who called themselves Death Guard will have a place by his side, if they wish to claim it.

[X]Let the Past Bear Fruit: No ceremonies, no. No grand speeches. But before each warrior leaves, they plant a tree as a memory, and take a seed of the same to bring with them. Lest they forget their past.
 
[X]Let the Past Bear Fruit: No ceremonies, no. No grand speeches. But before each warrior leaves, they plant a tree as a memory, and take a seed of the same to bring with them. Lest they forget their past.

Yeah I'll swap over to this, I think it cooks

And do you have a preference on the other half of the vote?

[X] The Dauntless Host. Every man and woman who called themselves Death Guard will have a place by his side, if they wish to claim it.
[X]Let the Past Bear Fruit: No ceremonies, no. No grand speeches. But before each warrior leaves, they plant a tree as a memory, and take a seed of the same to bring with them. Lest they forget their past.

Mortarion sees the people's admiration for a lord, for a figure that is more symbol than person, and mistakes it for the love he wants, while failing to realize that respect, acceptance, and support he has.

They don't notice him because they know him, they understand him. To them he's just another person like everyone else, if a bit bigger and capable of more. The Emperor, however, calls himself The Emperor of Mankind. He radiates grandiosity, this image and symbol of being larger than life, something more than ordinary.

They look at Mortarion and see a member of the community. They look at the Emperor and see a benevolent ruler.

Yeah OK I'm convinced:

[X] The Dauntless Host. Every man and woman who called themselves Death Guard will have a place by his side, if they wish to claim it.
[X]Let the Past Bear Fruit: No ceremonies, no. No grand speeches. But before each warrior leaves, they plant a tree as a memory, and take a seed of the same to bring with them. Lest they forget their past.
 
That was a fair argument.

[] The Dauntless Host. Every man and woman who called themselves Death Guard will have a place by his side, if they wish to claim it.
[] Let the Past Bear Fruit: No ceremonies, no. No grand speeches. But before each warrior leaves, they plant a tree as a memory, and take a seed of the same to bring with them. Lest they forget their past.

Hm... But then again, that's just our interpretation, not Mortarion's view on it. Hard to say. I'll sleep over it.
 
Last edited:
[X] The Unbroken Few. The seven comrades who stood with him against Necare, last survivors of a brotherhood chosen for their lack of remaining ties as much as their quality.

[X] A Grim Reprise. Mortarion shall hold his own funeral, and that of all who follow him. Barbarus shall mourn the deaths of those who go to the stars, but they shall also be proud, for it will be a worthy end indeed.
 
Last edited:
[X] A Grim Reprise. Mortarion shall hold his own funeral, and that of all who follow him. Barbarus shall mourn the deaths of those who go to the stars, but they shall also be proud, for it will be a worthy end indeed.

I'm really tempted to Thief in the Night, but if we leave like that now we will regret it. Let us not have Mortorian's last memory of his people be the bitter rage that they never loved him. Let him see that they care.
 
[X] The Unbroken Few. The seven comrades who stood with him against Necare, last survivors of a brotherhood chosen for their lack of remaining ties as much as their quality.
 
[X] The Dauntless Host. Every man and woman who called themselves Death Guard will have a place by his side, if they wish to claim it.
[X] Let the Past Bear Fruit: No ceremonies, no. No grand speeches. But before each warrior leaves, they plant a tree as a memory, and take a seed of the same to bring with them. Lest they forget their past.
 
Not sure about who to bring with us, but I like the write-ins for departure.

[X]Let the Past Bear Fruit: No ceremonies, no. No grand speeches. But before each warrior leaves, they plant a tree as a memory, and take a seed of the same to bring with them. Lest they forget their past.
[X] Write in - A Fond Farewell. Mortartion shall hold his own wake, and that of all who follow him. Better that Barbarus focus on celebrating the lives of it's sons and daughters who leave with him rather than their loss.
[X] The Scouring. With the aid of the Emperor and his machines destroy all remnants of the Overlords and their works. Let the people know your work is done forever.
 
[X] The Dauntless Host. Every man and woman who called themselves Death Guard will have a place by his side, if they wish to claim it.
[X] Write in - A Fond Farewell. Mortartion shall hold his own wake, and that of all who follow him. Better that Barbarus focus on celebrating the lives of it's sons and daughters who leave with him rather than their loss.
[X]Let the Past Bear Fruit: No ceremonies, no. No grand speeches. But before each warrior leaves, they plant a tree as a memory, and take a seed of the same to bring with them. Lest they forget their past.
 
[X] The Dauntless Host. Every man and woman who called themselves Death Guard will have a place by his side, if they wish to claim it.
[X]Let the Past Bear Fruit: No ceremonies, no. No grand speeches. But before each warrior leaves, they plant a tree as a memory, and take a seed of the same to bring with them. Lest they forget their past.
 
[X] The Unbroken Few. The seven comrades who stood with him against Necare, last survivors of a brotherhood chosen for their lack of remaining ties as much as their quality.
[X] A Grim Reprise. Mortarion shall hold his own funeral, and that of all who follow him. Barbarus shall mourn the deaths of those who go to the stars, but they shall also be proud, for it will be a worthy end indeed.
 
[X] The Dauntless Host. Every man and woman who called themselves Death Guard will have a place by his side, if they wish to claim it.
[X] Let the Past Bear Fruit: No ceremonies, no. No grand speeches. But before each warrior leaves, they plant a tree as a memory, and take a seed of the same to bring with them. Lest they forget their past.
 
Last edited:
[X] The Unbroken Few. The seven comrades who stood with him against Necare, last survivors of a brotherhood chosen for their lack of remaining ties as much as their quality.

[X]Let the Past Bear Fruit: No ceremonies, no. No grand speeches. But before each warrior leaves, they plant a tree as a memory, and take a seed of the same to bring with them. Lest they forget their past.
 
[X] The Unbroken Few. The seven comrades who stood with him against Necare, last survivors of a brotherhood chosen for their lack of remaining ties as much as their quality.
[X] Let the Past Bear Fruit: No ceremonies, no. No grand speeches. But before each warrior leaves, they plant a tree as a memory, and take a seed of the same to bring with them. Lest they forget their past.
 
[X]Let the Past Bear Fruit: No ceremonies, no. No grand speeches. But before each warrior leaves, they plant a tree as a memory, and take a seed of the same to bring with them. Lest they forget their past.
 
[X] The Unbroken Few. The seven comrades who stood with him against Necare, last survivors of a brotherhood chosen for their lack of remaining ties as much as their quality.
[X] Let the Past Bear Fruit: No ceremonies, no. No grand speeches. But before each warrior leaves, they plant a tree as a memory, and take a seed of the same to bring with them. Lest they forget their past.

Lots of little facets to this one conversation.
 
Back
Top