[X] Zoggin' Unfair Nimus Siu' Gits!
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[X] Zoggin' Unfair Nimus Siu' Gits!
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[X] Zoggin' Unfair Nimus Siu' Gits!
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Oh well that's something I didn't expect. So a Priest of the Droman Creed and was someone that Teeln educated. So someone who was just average and did the simple and everyday work you tend to gloss over or skip past, not surprising no one remembers who he was and seems humble overall... so why is this one coming after the cult that seemed to be making or burning away the demaonic transformation, wasn't sure on that part.
Ohhhh that's why, he set up a sect/movement in the Macabre Sub-sector and on Hexe. He went to do missionary work after he spent a long time helping ot in the void stations of what I think was the site where we accepted the first Neon surrender and right before it factured.
Still not bad at all for that guy since in Twenty Seven years he lead a Religious movement and founded two schools of philosophy. apparently there was another psyker cabal doing the normal thing pyskers who go a little far tend to do. So he made a branch or variation of the Droman Creed that leads those protections in ritual, faith and collective action.... what are the chances he lead those Shamans to do the choirs?
Ohhhhh So no Choirs here at all but because of the Shamanistic Creed and him being a leader of a widespread religious movement he was able to stop Chaos from taking advantage of the situation and making it even more of a mess and also unite everyone to resist the Orks and not just fall into despair. So given the overwhelming odds and hopelessness it would have fallen sooner without him. Honestly neat way of showing ripple effects and how just making and existing as a Faction can do things.
Huh so one of the few Orks that is using 'low tech' for the Orks and is also proud of it and loves the weapons. I am surprised he did this and not die for that but then again this isn't Ghazghkull and this is a Jolly roger one, so that means the freebootas or others just spreading out on their own rather than anything from the Warboss. Neat little thing for the Orks and fun bit, with that last bit though something is making him consider fleeing or something.
Very interesting place and from an ork view it does seem like a normal human world but took being different from the other tribes, faction, and the like in stride rathe then trying to kill each other for all that time. So apparently more united in the sense of working together, which is good and when faced with free elements of the WAAAAGH instead of the full might they can deal with this.
HAH, hard focus and investment into Anti-Orbitals I see. You know I do like how the stuff the QM probably wrote up and placed for each of these worlds for us to invade and encounter to show us each system is a different puzzle or way of going about things. If we did stick our stick into the Space Balkans this would have been an interesting battle and situation. As of right now, I'm just yah its slowing down the Orks as much as they can. HAHAHA, those were enough to shot down the Orks? Oh hell I want to see the history of this world and this is... Creteri and is the not the world we are helping out, they did well in shooting down the Ork Ships and grounding them but the spores are going to be a problem.... unless we managed to get the Tech out in time and they are working on making it already.
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943.M42 - A Planet Abandoned
HeroCooky
Unverified Monstergirl
Nimus Sius, a planet in the Lathysius system, was, by the reckoning of its people, a planet abandoned by the gods, by the Emperor, by their race, and by all things good and proper in the universe.
Settled in 031.M31, formed from the literal last dredges of a Great Crusade Colonisation Fleet, Nimus Sius was the last destination by people who had nothing else to do other than seek shelter from the madness of the Horus Heresy that had reached their ears, hoping to sit out whatever the outcome may be on the planet.
And, initially, it wasn't the worst plan these dredges could have devised. The planet was lush, easily capable of feeding the people with nutritious plants and animals and supporting a growing colony of a few hundred thousand colonists settling down. It was, therefore, not without some high hopes that the first City on the planet was named New Hope. The people there expanded into the mountains, valleys, plains, and rivers; boats traveled lakes and over oceans to explore and catch fish, while tractors tilled the lands, and construction machinery cut apart stone and forests to make way for streets, housing, and industry.
Today, nearly ten millennia later, the only traces of that hope which remain are the ruins outside Broken Promise, the renamed capital city after everything went to shit when the planet itself rose against the colonists. Nobody knows how, or why, but one day sickness started to spread. Rapidly. And if one was healed, cured, and a vaccine was developed, another plague popped up. But when it wasn't a sickness, then labor teams went missing. Hunters found themselves the hunted. Animals, once docile, became unruly and deadly, food poisonous, and water dangerous, and the less said about the stories spread about what happened to the fishing and exploration fleets, the better.
Nimus Sius may have tolerated them for a short while, but their people had crossed a line somewhere, somehow, and that knowledge that they were being punished for a sin graver than grave by the planet itself could not be stamped out by even the Ecclesiarchy with fire, brimstone, and hate.
The planet hated them, and the people who could not afford to leave had to endure its hate, year after year, decade after decade, from generation to generation.
Still, they learned. How much could be taken from the forests before hunters vanished? How many fish can be eaten before they attack and destroy the boats? What sacrifices must be made to keep more horrific illnesses away from their people?
To be a Sian is to know sacrifice and how to appease things beyond one's comprehension.
On the other hand, the Orks knew not of the planet's wrath. They knew not of the horrors slumbering at its command nor the dangers lurking in the air, the water, and the very soil from which the food grew. They only saw another planet with humies to krump and happily made landfall.
And when that first Ork Rokk smashed itself against the ground, dreams spread to those in Broken Promise capable of connecting to the Warp and the manifold dangers and promises it held. Dreams of craft and chant, rune and weave, rite and name. Dreams of a planet that loathed them for the crimes of their ancestors but knew they were willing to learn, listen, and make amends, slow as they are like all other forms of life.
Dreams of a planet that gave them tools to annihilate the void-born invaders because it knew that to fight one parasite...you sometimes had to infect them with another.
Story Time:
[] BOORING! SKIP!
(Skip to the Battle for Paradise.)
[] Piscariii's Graveyard
(Focus: Conscripts against the Tide.)
[] Klybessan's Speciality: Fried Shrooms
(Focus: Squid'n'kans, Runtherds, Killa Kans, Gun Krews, and oh, so many more...)
Settled in 031.M31, formed from the literal last dredges of a Great Crusade Colonisation Fleet, Nimus Sius was the last destination by people who had nothing else to do other than seek shelter from the madness of the Horus Heresy that had reached their ears, hoping to sit out whatever the outcome may be on the planet.
And, initially, it wasn't the worst plan these dredges could have devised. The planet was lush, easily capable of feeding the people with nutritious plants and animals and supporting a growing colony of a few hundred thousand colonists settling down. It was, therefore, not without some high hopes that the first City on the planet was named New Hope. The people there expanded into the mountains, valleys, plains, and rivers; boats traveled lakes and over oceans to explore and catch fish, while tractors tilled the lands, and construction machinery cut apart stone and forests to make way for streets, housing, and industry.
Today, nearly ten millennia later, the only traces of that hope which remain are the ruins outside Broken Promise, the renamed capital city after everything went to shit when the planet itself rose against the colonists. Nobody knows how, or why, but one day sickness started to spread. Rapidly. And if one was healed, cured, and a vaccine was developed, another plague popped up. But when it wasn't a sickness, then labor teams went missing. Hunters found themselves the hunted. Animals, once docile, became unruly and deadly, food poisonous, and water dangerous, and the less said about the stories spread about what happened to the fishing and exploration fleets, the better.
Nimus Sius may have tolerated them for a short while, but their people had crossed a line somewhere, somehow, and that knowledge that they were being punished for a sin graver than grave by the planet itself could not be stamped out by even the Ecclesiarchy with fire, brimstone, and hate.
The planet hated them, and the people who could not afford to leave had to endure its hate, year after year, decade after decade, from generation to generation.
Still, they learned. How much could be taken from the forests before hunters vanished? How many fish can be eaten before they attack and destroy the boats? What sacrifices must be made to keep more horrific illnesses away from their people?
To be a Sian is to know sacrifice and how to appease things beyond one's comprehension.
On the other hand, the Orks knew not of the planet's wrath. They knew not of the horrors slumbering at its command nor the dangers lurking in the air, the water, and the very soil from which the food grew. They only saw another planet with humies to krump and happily made landfall.
And when that first Ork Rokk smashed itself against the ground, dreams spread to those in Broken Promise capable of connecting to the Warp and the manifold dangers and promises it held. Dreams of craft and chant, rune and weave, rite and name. Dreams of a planet that loathed them for the crimes of their ancestors but knew they were willing to learn, listen, and make amends, slow as they are like all other forms of life.
Dreams of a planet that gave them tools to annihilate the void-born invaders because it knew that to fight one parasite...you sometimes had to infect them with another.
Story Time:
[] BOORING! SKIP!
(Skip to the Battle for Paradise.)
[] Piscariii's Graveyard
(Focus: Conscripts against the Tide.)
[] Klybessan's Speciality: Fried Shrooms
(Focus: Squid'n'kans, Runtherds, Killa Kans, Gun Krews, and oh, so many more...)
[X] Piscariii's Graveyard
[X] Piscariii's Graveyard
Well, I think that this alone has made going through all of the potential side stories worth it. Knowing that there is a Maiden World in the nearby subsector is going to be really helpful if/when we integrate Macabre.
Well, I think that this alone has made going through all of the potential side stories worth it. Knowing that there is a Maiden World in the nearby subsector is going to be really helpful if/when we integrate Macabre.
HeroCooky
Unverified Monstergirl
OOC Info: Not a Maiden World, just a sapient planet.
Really? Not related to the Eldar at all? Where does the Warp knowledge come from, is it like Fenris with the Space Wolves' Rune Priests?
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Well then, looks like there's a Maiden World here, and maybe even a former Exodite world at that with how reactive it is.
[X] Klybessan's Speciality: Fried Shrooms
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