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Echoes of Eternity: A Warhammer 40k Necron Lord Quest
- Thread starter boredblues
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- warhammer warhammer 40k necron war
- Location
- Norway
We are making them for Rahotamen and Korissah, not Ptolomes yet. I think Ptolomes should come before Korissah.
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The thing is: Korissah actually needs it. So long as she is withouth one she will not grow. That is a problem, Somehow I doubt she would gain all the exp she missed out on so un-stunting her is bit higher on the list.
Same as Rah, he's on timer I rether not reach 0.
Pto sure deserves one, and he will be geting one from next batch but sacrifices have to be made.
It saddens me too.
One hour before the end of the vote.
- Location
- yorkshire
I really love this quest there are only 2 other quests like this one and they are both dead
- Location
- yorkshire
Voting closed.
I am somewhat saddened nobody wanted to talk about my Seraptec concept.
I may as well elaborate on my vision. Not sure how usefull it'll prove to be.
So for one thing Crypteks are a high priority targets. Sure they usually have a lot bettwen them and threats but time comes when they need to get closer. Or a assasination force is just that smoth. Or the bodygueards have no means agains large scale bombing that is used.
There are also things and items and constructs and other necron reasons that benefit from cryptek presence, or can perform better or more variad function with closer oversight.
To put it simply. I want a mobile comand post. A center of control over deployed ferces and coridination with altyrely and such. A noble steed with a might of titan and elevation of one.
And since we are already there , and everything is filled with high tech may as well see what other do-dads and gizmos can be fit inside or experiments to by performed and closely observed. Or perhaps some samples to collect.
Then again, its up to forgemaster now. Not even Gods know what they will make of it.
Be wild, have a strol, there is research to be done.
Somehow during writhing it, I realized Ptolomes is not the best choise for workin on a mask dou to his debuff (If think it applies).
Anyway , have fun @boredblues
I may as well elaborate on my vision. Not sure how usefull it'll prove to be.
So for one thing Crypteks are a high priority targets. Sure they usually have a lot bettwen them and threats but time comes when they need to get closer. Or a assasination force is just that smoth. Or the bodygueards have no means agains large scale bombing that is used.
There are also things and items and constructs and other necron reasons that benefit from cryptek presence, or can perform better or more variad function with closer oversight.
To put it simply. I want a mobile comand post. A center of control over deployed ferces and coridination with altyrely and such. A noble steed with a might of titan and elevation of one.
And since we are already there , and everything is filled with high tech may as well see what other do-dads and gizmos can be fit inside or experiments to by performed and closely observed. Or perhaps some samples to collect.
Then again, its up to forgemaster now. Not even Gods know what they will make of it.
Be wild, have a strol, there is research to be done.
Somehow during writhing it, I realized Ptolomes is not the best choise for workin on a mask dou to his debuff (If think it applies).
Anyway , have fun @boredblues
- Location
- yorkshire
Wait I missed that
- Location
- barking
I mean its a tank/terraforming device isn't it
Kinda, but not really. I meant it as a battle field grade/capable control station for all the devices a cryptek usually is in charge of.
Better control, better performance, the kind of 'aura of buffin' meant for constructs and such. And since statistically most of those are construction capable.... why not synergise it further and make a trench digger and bunker raiser or such.
It has potential, just not sure how to go about it without making it seem demanding. In the end its Forgmaster that does what he want with it.
'reshape the ground it conquers' Is quite open ended.
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The focus of this turn seems quite slanted.
That is quite apile up of possible synergy. We got all this new nobles and crypteks. They do not know what to expect.
We got Viewing hall and relief matrix underway. Both very desirable by most if not all necron. Aviable to those who earn it.
We got a disquise and acting, pushing reflection on what they know and increasing their fatih in us succseding
We got some scary mofo upgrading the scariest necrons around.
And then we got Black Flower herself taking time out of her schedule just to make small talk. Inquire about them a people and actually holding a conversation.
They are not prepared. I Iove it already.
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I'm not happy to be the one to tell you this but:
Good news, it won.
Welcome to the club, have fun.
If you want to ask something go the right ahead. This thread could always use some more life. heh
- Location
- yorkshire
I wonder if we could upgrade our warriors to have a energy sheild of some kind or better targeting
'warriors'? , as in warriors warriors? the soules, mindless levy conscripts? Bit of a tall order. Given they the last in social order to recive such.
Not imposible, just not exacly cost-effective-justifiable. Mayby at some later point but technically speaking nothing brooking our way. Just ya know, is expensive. For now we plan to have Khupha upgrade our Lychguard. how, I have no idea but doubt we will be dissapointed.
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- Location
- yorkshire
Yes I mean them the foot sloggers as cost effective well we are necrons power moves are our thing
Also @boredblues did you know the impaction of trans dimensional tech it means that the necrons have access to infante resources drawn from other dimensions the only real limitations to the necrons is power but i think they have solved this as how often they wepanize it this means the necrons could have access to some truly ridiculous stuff drawn from other universe's that was like the used to build the things that broke the ctan and is likely were Necrodermis comes from basically the necrons are or near being a extra dimensional civilisation
Final note there could be a dynasty tasked with keeping the gates to other material dimensions for there could be monsters
Why not?
Yes. Necron Gauss is interstitial energy, meaning the energy between dimensions. With it, even a Necron Soldier never needs to reload, BUT only a Necron can use it. Mechanicus that stole Gauss weaponry couldn't make them work no matter what.
Music blooms in hollow halls
New
My second offering! I wish I was better at improv
C'tan be damned.
Silent king be damned.
Stalwart be damned.
This was not supposed to happen! Why Am I alive?!
SHE did not merely break containment! She fully taken over the planet! The holdfast of a planet turned into prison!
By Ptra radiance , All I ever wanted was fix logistics. Numbers makes sense, numbers are not scary. Numbers will not leave you alive only to watch you tremble!
Why Am I alive?! I'm nobody important. Even my name is generic and uninspiring. Perfect to be put in a corner and forgotten about. Given how scary and deadly ambitious people tend to be such survivor tactic is not a bad idea. Third son of a minor noble family in service to someone in late lord Stalwart retinue.- Both of which gone now- not even a cryptek, just a number pusher for an unimportant section of the planet. A forgettable fraction of unimportant masses. Lord's centralization permits only such. Why would anyone ever want to deal with me?
On that note, I may be promoted. Things like that happen when superiors got removed from solid state of being. On one hand- yay promotion. On the other – I serve Her now. …
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That is supposed to be a bad thing…
…
Well, I'm sure as warp not going to go against them any time soon. She is Scary with capital S. I like not melting. Hopefully she's too busy to notice me. Or any of them is. If I had any hope of actually being passed around and ignored I would pursued it with all my time. Such is delusional obviously. Not only is the tomb-world fully awaken it is also filled to absolute brim with scarabs. They are everywhere in every corner I saw so far. Sure it's possible they just follow everyone's as an internal security measure. Effective as one would imagine but certainly not easy to upkeep. Then again, to Her it may be negligible effort. Her titles include storm and tide after all.
"Shut up and do as told" Used to be something I lived my life by. Given what Pharaoh did to his own family, him not being aware of my existence was highly desirable. To my own surprise, I may have succeeded. Don't thing he ever mention my by name. Then again why would he? I simply followed those he ordered around.
Something tells me this time it will not be so easy.
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I may be getting lost. Its impossible to be a necron lost on a tomb-world. Everything is connected so I know exactly where am I. At the same time, I have no idea where am I. I've never been to this part of complex. Had no reason to. My 'usual duties center around maintenance on gauss weapons of warriors and immortals, as well as checking over scarabs work inside the complex. Boring and tedious but it gives none a reasons to kill me for it. Of course am being dragged around all over the place since everybody is higher ranked than me. Or was anyway… I dread the fact that I'm yet to receive proper assignment. Then again if my superiors forget to give me more work, I'm sure not going to complain to their face. Dude's looks irritable – the Cryptek that serves closest to her- what was his title again?
Anyway this is noble quarters. Not my noble quarters, some noble quarters. Lesser ones at that. Whole area is essentially a pavilion turned warehouse. Why would anybody prefer being here, everything that happens is elsewhere? Good place as any to process the existential dread filling my emotionless body –
What is that music? Who's the anti-social hermit playing it here?
…
Well. Got my answer. Am disappointed.
A Lady of minor house [checking] Lady Mava'cosh Levenlth of house Lavalha [checking] … the best they got was command of some escort vessels… sailors for generations … whole five of them… fifth daughter… was an art student before bio-transference… Spend most time since waking playing different instruments, looking for new instruments, making more instruments in accordance to all alien designs available, learning more ways of making musing the analog way…
Huh, it's actually not bad.
And now she sees me. Can tell by the fact she stopped playing. Neither of us is moving. She throws.
[Calculating trajectory] meh, why bother? Ouch. It did not hurt. It hurt my pride but the actual victim is the instrument. Its dented in a way I'm pretty sure it's not supposed to. And those string supposed to be tauten. Wires? Threads? Whatever the factual name is.
"Why are you here? Who sent you?" Ufff girl, cool the accusation.
"Just walking here. Got something to verify." A believable lie. Then again, I can keep busy. "Why are you here? Everyone else is taking a walk." Not that I actually care, but since my scarabs need some time to actually give me an excuse may as well stall. Else she gives me something to do.
"… This place has good acoustics" Does it? [verifying] It does not. Acoustics of this specific section are downright fecal for that. I would know. Sonic study and acoustic engineering is something that keeps me sane and personally enjoy. Simple joys during thankless tasks.
"That either a lie or admission of incompetence. With the angles of the ceiling the bass is misaligned with rhythm, while any resonance would go all the way back that way. You would be finding better acoustics in barracks of warriors. Especially if this your instrument of choose." I tell her matter of factly.
Her reaction is predictable. Which is to say it goes poorly. At least till she tries punching me.
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How did this happen? I know exactly why I'm here , it simply to ridiculus to be belivable. Somehow Lady Mava – as she insists I refer to her, despite being of equal social standing – had managed to roped my skill and services in the music department. Worse, I learned she is not doing that alone. 'Why waste immortality if you can find like-minded individuals and form a band?' With me handling technical aspects of things. It's what I get for telling her I could make better instruments than her and then proving it. I can handle someone being bad at it, but they will not blame it on tools in my presence.
Plus stowing away some scarabs to get a small 'stage' going was not that hard. Now we just waste our time making not so bad music. Well, they play it, I make it something not that bad.
It's not so bad in the end. At least the big Lady has not yet smitten us down. It still would be wise to keep those performances away from throne room. Mava is not good enough to not get shot for noise complains. The things we do for friends. If only I met her sooner. They call me Ekken now.
Why is that scarab looking at me like that?
Traits:
Lesser Cryptek Ekken: diligent, beaten dog, cunning survivor, slacker, forgetable.
Lesser Noble Mava: artistic, introverted, people magnet, protective.
Music blooms in hollow halls
C'tan be damned.
Silent king be damned.
Stalwart be damned.
This was not supposed to happen! Why Am I alive?!
SHE did not merely break containment! She fully taken over the planet! The holdfast of a planet turned into prison!
By Ptra radiance , All I ever wanted was fix logistics. Numbers makes sense, numbers are not scary. Numbers will not leave you alive only to watch you tremble!
Why Am I alive?! I'm nobody important. Even my name is generic and uninspiring. Perfect to be put in a corner and forgotten about. Given how scary and deadly ambitious people tend to be such survivor tactic is not a bad idea. Third son of a minor noble family in service to someone in late lord Stalwart retinue.- Both of which gone now- not even a cryptek, just a number pusher for an unimportant section of the planet. A forgettable fraction of unimportant masses. Lord's centralization permits only such. Why would anyone ever want to deal with me?
On that note, I may be promoted. Things like that happen when superiors got removed from solid state of being. On one hand- yay promotion. On the other – I serve Her now. …
…
That is supposed to be a bad thing…
…
Well, I'm sure as warp not going to go against them any time soon. She is Scary with capital S. I like not melting. Hopefully she's too busy to notice me. Or any of them is. If I had any hope of actually being passed around and ignored I would pursued it with all my time. Such is delusional obviously. Not only is the tomb-world fully awaken it is also filled to absolute brim with scarabs. They are everywhere in every corner I saw so far. Sure it's possible they just follow everyone's as an internal security measure. Effective as one would imagine but certainly not easy to upkeep. Then again, to Her it may be negligible effort. Her titles include storm and tide after all.
"Shut up and do as told" Used to be something I lived my life by. Given what Pharaoh did to his own family, him not being aware of my existence was highly desirable. To my own surprise, I may have succeeded. Don't thing he ever mention my by name. Then again why would he? I simply followed those he ordered around.
Something tells me this time it will not be so easy.
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I may be getting lost. Its impossible to be a necron lost on a tomb-world. Everything is connected so I know exactly where am I. At the same time, I have no idea where am I. I've never been to this part of complex. Had no reason to. My 'usual duties center around maintenance on gauss weapons of warriors and immortals, as well as checking over scarabs work inside the complex. Boring and tedious but it gives none a reasons to kill me for it. Of course am being dragged around all over the place since everybody is higher ranked than me. Or was anyway… I dread the fact that I'm yet to receive proper assignment. Then again if my superiors forget to give me more work, I'm sure not going to complain to their face. Dude's looks irritable – the Cryptek that serves closest to her- what was his title again?
Anyway this is noble quarters. Not my noble quarters, some noble quarters. Lesser ones at that. Whole area is essentially a pavilion turned warehouse. Why would anybody prefer being here, everything that happens is elsewhere? Good place as any to process the existential dread filling my emotionless body –
What is that music? Who's the anti-social hermit playing it here?
…
Well. Got my answer. Am disappointed.
A Lady of minor house [checking] Lady Mava'cosh Levenlth of house Lavalha [checking] … the best they got was command of some escort vessels… sailors for generations … whole five of them… fifth daughter… was an art student before bio-transference… Spend most time since waking playing different instruments, looking for new instruments, making more instruments in accordance to all alien designs available, learning more ways of making musing the analog way…
Huh, it's actually not bad.
And now she sees me. Can tell by the fact she stopped playing. Neither of us is moving. She throws.
[Calculating trajectory] meh, why bother? Ouch. It did not hurt. It hurt my pride but the actual victim is the instrument. Its dented in a way I'm pretty sure it's not supposed to. And those string supposed to be tauten. Wires? Threads? Whatever the factual name is.
"Why are you here? Who sent you?" Ufff girl, cool the accusation.
"Just walking here. Got something to verify." A believable lie. Then again, I can keep busy. "Why are you here? Everyone else is taking a walk." Not that I actually care, but since my scarabs need some time to actually give me an excuse may as well stall. Else she gives me something to do.
"… This place has good acoustics" Does it? [verifying] It does not. Acoustics of this specific section are downright fecal for that. I would know. Sonic study and acoustic engineering is something that keeps me sane and personally enjoy. Simple joys during thankless tasks.
"That either a lie or admission of incompetence. With the angles of the ceiling the bass is misaligned with rhythm, while any resonance would go all the way back that way. You would be finding better acoustics in barracks of warriors. Especially if this your instrument of choose." I tell her matter of factly.
Her reaction is predictable. Which is to say it goes poorly. At least till she tries punching me.
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How did this happen? I know exactly why I'm here , it simply to ridiculus to be belivable. Somehow Lady Mava – as she insists I refer to her, despite being of equal social standing – had managed to roped my skill and services in the music department. Worse, I learned she is not doing that alone. 'Why waste immortality if you can find like-minded individuals and form a band?' With me handling technical aspects of things. It's what I get for telling her I could make better instruments than her and then proving it. I can handle someone being bad at it, but they will not blame it on tools in my presence.
Plus stowing away some scarabs to get a small 'stage' going was not that hard. Now we just waste our time making not so bad music. Well, they play it, I make it something not that bad.
It's not so bad in the end. At least the big Lady has not yet smitten us down. It still would be wise to keep those performances away from throne room. Mava is not good enough to not get shot for noise complains. The things we do for friends. If only I met her sooner. They call me Ekken now.
Why is that scarab looking at me like that?
Traits:
Lesser Cryptek Ekken: diligent, beaten dog, cunning survivor, slacker, forgetable.
Lesser Noble Mava: artistic, introverted, people magnet, protective.
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Absolutely love it.
Those two are adorable.
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
Big lady seeing this may be privately shipping…and making a note to give them the wraithbobe-soother.
Immortality with good music? That's something to look forward too! Would help with the dour atmosphere.
Immortality with good music? That's something to look forward too! Would help with the dour atmosphere.
What good music? Its a single intimate gathering pretenting to make music. They are so unimpressive they only play where there least chance of being heard
Given who started it it will be a hot while before anyone outside of closest friends will even know about it. Not to mention that despite being immortal they still have things to do , so their free time is not so expansive.
It may be a begining but its a small one.
Still, glad someone liked it.
- Location
- yorkshire
Ummm please elaborate
They are (very) dumb, but they know how to use rifles. Could add shields too!