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An Extra Primarch

Should the Quest switch to a Narrative Base?

  • Yes, it will streamline things.

    Votes: 345 40.6%

  • No, I prefer the current system.

    Votes: 127 14.9%

  • Yes, but not until the Crusade begins/Prologue ends.

    Votes: 378 44.5%
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Wind-Up Citrus said:
I was referring to the star we're harvesting from but yes we do get some material from Energy Crystals too. I forgot we had that neat little loop.

Speaking of which should we name said star we're mining from? Feels kind of weird the centerpiece of our civilization doesn't have a cool title.
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How about Citrus? Since we did Wind-Up squeezing it for everything its got like a fruit. :V
 
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One thing that bugs me about 40K maps is that their all 2d and they all show the same space.

Like, any single point on that map should have another map that corresponds to it that's the same size showing off the depth and rise of the map. The maps reflect nothing on all the spots above and below what they use on the map, which is nuts, because there has to be exactly as much in those directions.
 
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It will be fun if we survive long enough to hop to the satellite galexies. I do not know how many Warhammer Milkyway has, but ours may have a dozen or so that we do or don't know about. The Magellenic clouds would be good to send a vi drone or little outpost to alert us to supernova years before they happen with how supernova from there could affect the whole galaxy.

I think with how advanced Dark Age Humanity was, there cold be lost colonies there, or other beings/secrets.

I am not expecting us to reach a non-satellite galaxy (unless I am underestimating Serras), but maybe there could be some humans who went to the Andromeda or Triangulum galaxy during the DAOT.

ilbgar123 said:
What? Oh, right 1000 to 100000. I was not properly awake.
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There is a thousand up and down layers? That is not that bad.
 
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ilbgar123 said:
On a lighter note that other song is more like Chaos!Serras combat theme. This is her general theme, a la Xehanort's 'He's just talking to people.' theme.
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Wow...that general theme for Chaos!Serras is creepy as heck!

What theme though would be used for Darkness/Malal/Malice!Serras?

Also if it wouldn't be too troublesome, but can you possibly make a canon omake of a corrupted/fallen Serras (whether Chaos or Darkness) like when you made one for Malal taking a deamonworld from tzeentch?
 
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    • Slayer 10321 said:
    Wow...that general theme for Chaos!Serras is creepy as heck!

    What theme though would be used for Darkness/Malal/Malice!Serras?

    Also if it wouldn't be too troublesome, but can you possibly make a canon omake of a corrupted/fallen Serras (whether Chaos or Darkness) like when you made one for Malal taking a deamonworld from tzeentch?
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    Well, it'd be more of a general ruling thing along the lines of this.

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    Captain Turod stared at the Primarch. She had seen the light, and joined Chaos, but ever since she'd been... off. A little erratic, sure, but nothing serious compared to some of the other Chaos lords. That made how wary Daemons acted in her presence worse somehow. He'd thought little of it at first, then one day when he was standing at the door to her study, as one of her frequently rotated personal guards, a Daemon of Nurgle arrived with a message for her on the progress in the Chaos blessings on the infrastructure as this world slowly sunk into the Warp, daily sacrifices of 30 (6+7+8+9, each in their own ritual in every settlement on the planet) amplified by sorcerers intentionally wearing away at the veil, which she'd paid for with Hydaelyn Daemons of the greatest power aligned with each domain of the Chaos gods, particularly Change, War, Decay, and Excess.

    She'd welcomed him in like an old friend, then proceeded to stab him in the face over and over with a weapon designed to inflict true death on anything with a soul or any significant mass of psychic energy the moment his message was delivered, the black ooze leaking from her face at all times growing from a trickle to a flood, staining even the body of a Daemon of the Lord of Plagues as it corroded everything it came in contact with.

    "W-Why did you do that?" he couldn't help but ask. Certainly, the Night Haunter would kill to strike fear, but not just for the fun of it! That might be a secondary reason, but there was always some kind of reason. Surely someone so reasonable-

    The crack as her smile widened beyond what her skeleton would allow silenced any thoughts of reason or sanity. Looking at the smile she had, even for the moment before her enhanced healing abilities fixed the damage, was enough to make him fully understand why the Daemons acted so nervous around her.

    "Well, I wanted to. The Chaos Gods don't care about anything but results. You could walk right up and hand Nurgle a way to get past Father's powers and make him sick, and he wouldn't care all that much if you set his garden on fire. So, as long as I give them things they want, I can kill anyone, any time, and it doesn't matter that I'm randomly violent even to people I've known for decades, because I'm just so good at my job that most of you acknowledge that service under me is the best way to get higher up the ladder. Like that one time I helped a friend of mine gather up all of his friends and family across the galaxy, basically everyone he'd ever cared about, including some of his own servants, and sacrifice them for Daemon Princehood. In return, he lets me use his planet as a port of call." she explained.

    "I... had not been aware of the exact price for that kind of power, but now that I do, I'm not sure whether I want it any more." Certainly, the Chaos gods had given him power far beyond his days as a meager squad leader, but Turod didn't think he could sacrifice his brothers.

    Serras shrugged her shoulders. "It only makes sense. Chaos, for all its delusions of strength, is made up of people too weak to do the right thing when it was hard, too weak-willed to resist the soul-deep corruption all it's members ooze" she waved vaguely at the black ooze leaking from her face. "or willing to sacrifice people for their own benefit. It could never build a functional society, even among those who are too selfish or weak-willed to give up enough for Chaos to make princes out of them. People join up for promises of power all the time, but it's the Astartes that advance to the top of the heap 90% of the time, despite being less than 1% of the population. Their natural advantages make them well-suited to Chaos, since they don't have to take on enough blessings to be basically guaranteed to become Chaos Spawn to compete. The humans get relegated to brainwashed fodder or ritual sacrifices. Father might not tell you much, but you can at least be sure your sacrifice meant something. Chaos? Nope. You were probably just a pawn in some petty game between Tzeentch and Tzeentch, since he plans against himself as much as he does anyone else, mostly for funsies."

    "...Why are you telling me this?" he asked, carefully avoiding any combativeness in his posture.

    She shrugged again. "Well, there's no reason not to. I mean, what are you going to do? Tell on me to the Chaos Gods, who already know all about this? Tell one of your fellows who will probably stab you in the back the second they think it'll benefit them, so probably immediately in hopes of gaining my favor? Your life was forfeit the second you joined up with Chaos, so good luck not dying long enough to ascend to the top of the heap, and then constantly fending off your scheming underlings. I'm not really different of course, I'm just stronger, so, much like an Ork Warboss, I get to pick on everyone weaker than me. I intend to ride this train over the abyss, and laugh at the poor bastards who think that the Chaos gods care if they get eaten by Daemons if they aren't a Primarch or a similarly powerful asset." she explained.

    "Then what of Horus?" Turod asked, growing bolder. If she hadn't killed him yet, she probably didn't intend to.

    She laughed in his face. "The puppet? If he had any real idea what he was doing, he'd be horrified. Chaos is practically piloting his body. Even then, what's left of him confessed that he'd prefer if his generals weren't all raging psychopaths at best and broken creatures trying to pretend they were still people at worst. Well, oh great tactical mind, surely you could have drawn some conclusions on the side effects of Chaos worship from the Daemons and cultists you encountered over your centuries of galactic warfare. I mean, for a superhuman genius, he's basically an idiot with daddy issues. That's essentially the basis of this entire conflict. Horus didn't trust his Father enough, and when he tested us to see how well we'd do without his guidance, we did as all humans do, and disappointed him. I honestly don't understand why he hasn't screwed off to the Andromeda galaxy by now, because people are far too selfish and stupid not to follow the obviously evil gods, which, as far as I'm concerned, justifies letting the various Chaos lords blow up planets for giggles. As long as I still have toys, I don't care." She raised a hand and began ticking off fingers.

    "The Eldar have already failed, just ask Slaanesh. The Orks are too stupid and insane to understand that other people don't like fighting, except for their equivalent of Primarches, who simply think we should be more like them, as that is as close as they come to empathy. Honestly, humanity had the best shot, but the Primarchs are too stupid, and Father is too bad at explaining things to people instead of wanting them to blindly follow him for that to ever work out. For a guy who says he isn't a god, he never actually does much to explain why he's not a god. Even something as simple as 'Humanity is above the gods, because they're all the equivalent of garbage that coalesced into something that can fake sentience, xenos, or both.' would probably have gone a long way towards both derailing Chaos worship and derailing the somewhat less crazy cult he's got around him. If his cult being less insane and self-destructive without any guidance from him isn't the ultimate example of how Chaos is a failure, I don't know what is." she explained.

    "Wait, what about all the other races? The Targor, the-"

    "None of the minor races have anywhere near the power to accomplish squat, and are ultimately doomed to either fade into obscurity as humanity simply outnumbers them into irrelevance if humanity wins, or eventually self-destruct like all other Chaos worshippers if Chaos wins. Now, get out of here, I'm getting bored." She responded before waving him off, before noticing the despairing look on his face. "Ooh, that's interesting. Most of the people I've told this to immediately killed themselves or attacked me." she paused. "Which is basically the same thing I suppose. Anyway! I'll tell you how to get to Imperial lines, or one of Malice's places. He's fun, maybe he can teach you how to be fun. Just tell me which."

    Turod stared at her for a moment, trying to figure out if she was testing him or screwing with him. Defeated, he sighed. "Imperial lines, if it's all the same to you. I don't really care about the xenos but-"

    "Yeah I don't care about you life story. As the strongest Chaos follower on this planet, I'm the only one who gets to spout their life story at people." she stated bluntly, before tearing a hole in the Warp and dumping him on some Imperial world in the middle of Solar where Chaos was fighting a Loyalist Legion. Maybe he'd be important, or maybe he wouldn't, but in the mean time she'd keep forting up her personal playground. When Horus or his underlings inevitably did something stupid and sabotaged all their efforts, she'd be waiting for all the new toys to waltz in without any bribes or anything!

    She turned her face upwards, there was one last thing to take care of first. "As for you lot. You got your laughs, now leave." Corroding ooze went from a trickle to a waterfall. "I don't appreciate my life being a play for your amusement."​
     
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    • so what your saying is chaos serras just dosen't care except for taking the piss out of the idiots who worship chaos and utterly jaded about the crap sack universe of 40k.
     
    Holy shit, that's the funniest thing I've been unable to muster a single chuckle for in a long, long time. Absolutely brutal...what do you call it when cynicism and realism are indistinguishable?
     
    ilbgar123 said:
    "Yeah I don't care about you life story. As the strongest Chaos follower on this planet, I'm the only one who gets to spout their life story at people." she stated bluntly, before tearing a hole in the Warp and dumping him on some Imperial world in the middle of Solar where Chaos was fighting a Loyalist Legion. Maybe he'd be important, or maybe he wouldn't, but in the mean time she'd keep forting up her personal playground. When Horus or his underlings inevitably did something stupid and sabotaged all their efforts, she'd be waiting for all the new toys to waltz in without any bribes or anything!
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    I was fully epexcting her to have an "address the fourth wall" moment at the end. Just like a. "Show's over folks, get lost". Just for the extra extra nihilism.

    Nifty.

    Also chaos really is dumb.

    Also no heartless Seras?

    Bah, she'd probably be something weak anyway.
     
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