Thanatos757
Captain of the Four Knights
They wouldn't involve those not of the blood of Sanguinius, so I think he contacted Rios.
Glory or Death: Chapter Master Quest [42k]
- Location
- Classified
The only thing I can think of is Ico, our only Death Company Dreadnought, though calling him it would be an uncharacteristic dick move.
Edit: Well, I got ninja'd.
That roll is why Quarto is in terminator armor:
I was hoping this would be his midseason upgrade and he becomes Magical Space Marine Quarto. Complete with sparkly transformation scenes
Given the psychic bullshit we've been putting up with, its impressive that the Angels Evangelion managed to whack their Chief Librarian.
The Lamenters are the best choice for the void fight: there's probably all sorts of booby trapped daemon nonsense on them and the Lamenters will ensure that they are found and taken care of, if only by their own bad luck triggering them
Fun fact: Survival of the Lamenters is canon per the new BA Codex. Our favorite chapter survives to be dicked over even more!
After this fight, if we've found out what the Blood Drinkers were planning for the ritual to do, and especially if they manage to enact it and screw the entire planet, we should have a nice long talk with Dante about this whole secrecy gig. Because, honestly, if we'd had the Navy around, the Blood Drinkers likely never would have even made landfall and that's part of the whole point of being split up as we are into Chapters and not being allowed pure void warfare ships. The Inperium is likely getting dicked over at the moment by either entire or portions of chapters going Traitor and the lack of intel isn't going to make them happy.
The Lamenters are the best choice for the void fight: there's probably all sorts of booby trapped daemon nonsense on them and the Lamenters will ensure that they are found and taken care of, if only by their own bad luck triggering them
Fun fact: Survival of the Lamenters is canon per the new BA Codex. Our favorite chapter survives to be dicked over even more!
After this fight, if we've found out what the Blood Drinkers were planning for the ritual to do, and especially if they manage to enact it and screw the entire planet, we should have a nice long talk with Dante about this whole secrecy gig. Because, honestly, if we'd had the Navy around, the Blood Drinkers likely never would have even made landfall and that's part of the whole point of being split up as we are into Chapters and not being allowed pure void warfare ships. The Inperium is likely getting dicked over at the moment by either entire or portions of chapters going Traitor and the lack of intel isn't going to make them happy.
- Location
- Northish
*Sounds of ceramite plate in a blender*
Well looks like it's time to rebuild the Chapter from extinction, again.
Well looks like it's time to rebuild the Chapter from extinction, again.
Silvrose
Connoisseur of Cuteness
- Location
- A Flyover State
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
Let's be honest, we wouldn't be Sanguinius' sons if we didn't after every major war.
Hale was a Boss, its sad to see him go. Hopefully we can recover some if his gear that can become a chapter relic.
NBo no, after this, we obviously need to raise them yet further.
Xilentxium
Existential Crisis Management
- Location
- Temperate Regions
After this we need to do 2 things. Keep our standards raised and fill up our armory/vehicle pool with better gear
Also now I want to write a in memoriam piece for Cicero...
Also now I want to write a in memoriam piece for Cicero...
- Location
- United States of America, Michigan
So what was this roll about since it seems like Cicero was pretty wrecked by the fall despite the roll being pretty high?
Spectrum
Tell me a secret~
- Location
- Behind you~
It meant that he was still alive to lead and get a warning out to Quarto instead of being paste.
- Location
- Reno Nv
[X][CRIMSON] Deploy to Mahalangur and assist the KPDF in their battle against the Blood Drinkers. Their line is faltering, for all their resolve. Any amount of Astartes support will be invaluable.
[X][ENCARMINE] Deploy to Mahalangur and assist the KPDF in their battle against the Blood Drinkers. Their line is faltering, for all their resolve. Any amount of Astartes support will be invaluable.
[X][LAMENT] Deploy in the void and assist in the destruction of the Blood Drinkers fleet. They cannot flee without their ships, and who knows what else they have sequestered away on their Battle Barges?
So, time for a little vengeance, we will fall on them like the hammer of the Emperor.
[X][ENCARMINE] Deploy to Mahalangur and assist the KPDF in their battle against the Blood Drinkers. Their line is faltering, for all their resolve. Any amount of Astartes support will be invaluable.
[X][LAMENT] Deploy in the void and assist in the destruction of the Blood Drinkers fleet. They cannot flee without their ships, and who knows what else they have sequestered away on their Battle Barges?
So, time for a little vengeance, we will fall on them like the hammer of the Emperor.
- Location
- Classified
@Swordomatic , what would have happened if Cicero succeeded in that roll?
- Location
- in the trash
Magical Emprah intervention to stop him from getting pulped by the fall.
- Location
- Northish
I don't remember Sanguinius coming back from every fight missing a limb with half his blood gone.
Just once having a full roster would be nice.I don't remember Sanguinius coming back from every fight missing a limb with half his blood gone.
Blood Angels nearly got wiped 4 times total so far in Dante's career in actual canon and currently have 457 unassigned neophytes as of the new codex. It's honestly a tradition at this point.
Valkur
The True Valkyria, Valkur!
- Location
- Fólkvangr
[X][CRIMSON] Deploy to Mahalangur and assist the KPDF in their battle against the Blood Drinkers. Their line is faltering, for all their resolve. Any amount of Astartes support will be invaluable.
[X][ENCARMINE] Deploy to Mahalangur and assist the KPDF in their battle against the Blood Drinkers. Their line is faltering, for all their resolve. Any amount of Astartes support will be invaluable.
[X][LAMENT] Deploy in the void and assist in the destruction of the Blood Drinkers fleet. They cannot flee without their ships, and who knows what else they have sequestered away on their Battle Barges?
[X][ENCARMINE] Deploy to Mahalangur and assist the KPDF in their battle against the Blood Drinkers. Their line is faltering, for all their resolve. Any amount of Astartes support will be invaluable.
[X][LAMENT] Deploy in the void and assist in the destruction of the Blood Drinkers fleet. They cannot flee without their ships, and who knows what else they have sequestered away on their Battle Barges?
- Location
- Singapore
Zargo would have landed there and interceded, and they would have learned about the ritual before Cicero died. Roll high enough and Zargo would have been in a position to save Cicero, too.
Icipall
Don't worry, we can fanfix that!
- Location
- Cold snow fields of Finland
[X][CRIMSON] Deploy to Mahalangur and assist the KPDF in their battle against the Blood Drinkers. Their line is faltering, for all their resolve. Any amount of Astartes support will be invaluable.
[X][ENCARMINE] Deploy to Mahalangur and assist the KPDF in their battle against the Blood Drinkers. Their line is faltering, for all their resolve. Any amount of Astartes support will be invaluable.
[X][LAMENT] Deploy in the void and assist in the destruction of the Blood Drinkers fleet. They cannot flee without their ships, and who knows what else they have sequestered away on their Battle Barges?
[X][ENCARMINE] Deploy to Mahalangur and assist the KPDF in their battle against the Blood Drinkers. Their line is faltering, for all their resolve. Any amount of Astartes support will be invaluable.
[X][LAMENT] Deploy in the void and assist in the destruction of the Blood Drinkers fleet. They cannot flee without their ships, and who knows what else they have sequestered away on their Battle Barges?
Xilentxium
Existential Crisis Management
- Location
- Temperate Regions
Truly the Lord of Skyfall lived up to his name
- Location
- Russia
- Pronouns
- He
I hope that even if we don't uncover the meaning of this ritual, we will have a chance to negate it later (via investigation or when the effects start showing up)
Interlude 31 - The Meaning Of Duty
- Location
- Singapore
Interlude 31 - The Meaning Of Duty
Date: 256.M42
There is a knock on the door to his quarters in the Battle Barge Telesto. A servitor growls to life, ready to announce his visitor, but Zargo already knows who it is. Who else could it be? The Castellan Encarmine opens his eyes, meditation forgotten, and grunts. "Enter."
The door slides open to reveal Aurelius Asterion, the Lord in Crimson Clad still wearing his armor. They gave themselves a few hours before the operation would commence, to give his Regent time to recover, regroup, and launch their assault. They only have one left before the drop pod assault. Truthfully he expected this a bit earlier. Cold feet, then? "And to what do I owe the honor, Asterion? Or are you here to ask for the honor of leading the vanguard?"
Aurelius starts to bristle at the quip but he holds his retort in. Mm. Perhaps the man has learned. Instead he bends to his knees and kneels before the Castellan, both of his hands on the floor. "I would ask for forgiveness, Castellan. For what I've done before."
"Mm? Forgiveness, was it?" Zargo grunts, exhaling harshly through his nostrils. "You ask for much, Asterion. You know exactly how much you have to answer for."
"Yes," Aurelius says, his head held low. "I regret everything I was as a Battle Brother, everything I failed to be as a Blood Angel. I was a prideful, narrow-minded fool, too caught up in personal glory to see that it didn't matter." The Chapter Master pauses, trying to find the words. "And... I regret Acheron. I regret I was the Captain sent there. It should have been another, someone better."
Zargo nods. "So you have grown, Asterion. But you know your failure on Acheron is a stain that will never be wiped away. Your actions on Xeron and Stonehaven are not enough. Your valiant contributions to the Retribution Crusade, while well appreciated, are not enough. Bleeding, burning, dying on Baal, it is not enough. Nothing will be enough." The Angel Encarmine leans forward. "Do you know why?"
Aurelius nods slowly. "I do."
"Do you know why I disdain you so greatly, Asterion? Why I refuse to accept you, even after so many people have claimed you've turned a new leaf?"
He nods again. "I do. I erred on Baal. I know that."
"Everyone has foes, Asterion. Everyone has personal, hated enemies that taunt them, that dare them to slay them here and now. But we are better, Asterion. We know our duty, and our duty is to carry out our orders, no matter the cost. You killed the traitor and a company of traitor marines, but so what? What if I had not attended the assault on the Mors Ad Imperator because I met such a foe? What if Astorath did not? What if Gough did not?" The Angel Encarmine looks at him, takes a deep breath, before continuing. "You still put yourself ahead of your Chapter, Asterion. For all your talk of duty, you were still selfish. Still interested in your own petty feuds. Too blind, too impulsive, and too much of a deviant to know that we do things for a reason. A nemesis is not to be sought out just because he ran his mouth. Everything is done for a reason: For the Emperor." He looks sharply at Aurelius. "Can you rightfully say you hunted that body thief for the Emperor?"
"I cannot. I erred."
"You erred on Acheron, and you erred on Baal, and you've erred dozens of times between both events. Terenas. Yivil. Vorkas. Even though you wield Invictus, the blade of duty, you still err. What a joke. The only blade you should wield is a neophyte's chainsword." He sighs heavily and shakes his head. "And despite all that, despite having failed and failed and failed and failed and failed, Asterion, despite being a colossal failure... People still believe in you. Sebastos did. Dante still does. Men greater than you still trust that you will, somehow, become a great man." He points at Aurelius, finger jabbing straight through his soul. "You are almost five hundred years old, Aurelius Asterion. How much longer will it take for you to become a man?"
He holds it for a long time, time moving at a snail's pace. Aurelius holds his bow the entire time.
Zargo sighs and lowers his hand again. "You are a warrior. A good swordsman, I will admit. A good commander, a good leader, and an inspiration to your Chapter. Your brothers, your Crimson Crusaders, they are great men. They embody the duty that you've failed to uphold. They, and the people of this world, are the only reason why your Chapter has succeeded as well as it has."
"I know," Aurelius says. "I've learned more from them than they will ever learn from me."
"Then I suppose you have taken another step on the road of life." Zargo grunts harshly. "And this is ridiculous. By the Angel, Asterion, sit up. You are a Chapter Master, not a scout being punished."
Aurelius does so, a steely look in his eyes. He has no fury, no despair, no sadness, no petulance, nothing on his face. He simply accepts and absorbs, like a sponge. Zargo nods faintly. Perhaps he is worth something. "Let me prove myself, Zargo. I have changed."
"And how will you prove it to me?" Aurelius starts but the Castellan holds up a hand. "Never mind that, you have already proven it. Hard as it is to admit it... You have proven yourself. Astorath spoke of your conduct at Laanzig. Only an advisor, in support of your Captain, you aided him in the conduct of a campaign, only lending advice where he asked. And again, here, you are still here. I fully expected you to be in the Hive, fighting against impossible odds, looking for glory and not your duty. You are finally a Chapter Master, not a Captain playing at being Champion. Though I refused to believe it, you have already proven yourself."
Aurelius shakes his head. "I haven't, Zargo. Not yet. I have to do more."
"And there you have it, Asterion, the sign that you have already proven yourself." The Lord in Crimson Clad looks oddly at the Castellan, Zargo smirking at him. "Duty is not always about valiant holding actions and glorious charges and beating nigh-suicidal odds. It is disappointing. It is boring. It is slow. It is necessary. And you, Aurelius Asterion, have finally grasped the concept."
"...But you, Castellan, you lead the charge even as you lead your Chapter."
Zargo barks a laugh, loud and coarsely. "Do you really believe the propaganda and the aggrandizing boasts of my brothers? More often than not I spend my time on a ship, managing things from a desk! Command is dull. It is boring. It is a total and utter waste of my Angel's blood. But it is my duty and I carry it out. If my duty is to break a line with the Angela Saeva then it shall be so, but it any other can do it I remain here, doing what only I can do. Dante is the same. We are all the same, Asterion. Including, it finally seems, you."
Aurelius frowns. "Then what you said earlier, of my failures... Zargo, what do you..."
"A test." The Castellan grunts. "No, not quite. It is my frustration. Anger that it took almost two hundred years for you to become the Chapter Master Dante knew you could be. That man has a frightful talent for foresight, but who am I to disagree now?" He shakes his head and sighs. "Orloc, that frightful heretic, thought the same. He saw your potential, a diamond in the rough trapped under fifty metric tonnes of toxic hive sewage."
Aurelius ignores another biting quip, focusing more on the matter at hand. "And what do you think of me now, Zargo?"
"Make no mistake. You still have a lot to answer for Acheron, Asterion. I will never like you." There is a hush, before the Angel Encarmine breaks into a begrudging smirk. "But I will respect you. You deserve this much, one brother to another. And your Chapter deserves much, much more."
The Angel Encarmine extends a hand to Aurelius. The Lord in Crimson Clad blinks, not quite understanding. Slowly he takes it, and the two men shake hands.
"For the making of a man," Zargo says.
"For the duty of the future," Aurelius says.
Aurelius stands and bows to the Angel Encarmine once more. Zargo nods back, a small tilt of his head. The Crimson Crusader leaves quickly, and Zargo is alone once again.
Perhaps, he thinks, it will be nice to have another Chapter who crusades quite as hard as the Angels Encarmine do around. After all, neither of them would ever want for enemies to destroy. They are brothers. They should learn to share and get along.
Date: 256.M42
There is a knock on the door to his quarters in the Battle Barge Telesto. A servitor growls to life, ready to announce his visitor, but Zargo already knows who it is. Who else could it be? The Castellan Encarmine opens his eyes, meditation forgotten, and grunts. "Enter."
The door slides open to reveal Aurelius Asterion, the Lord in Crimson Clad still wearing his armor. They gave themselves a few hours before the operation would commence, to give his Regent time to recover, regroup, and launch their assault. They only have one left before the drop pod assault. Truthfully he expected this a bit earlier. Cold feet, then? "And to what do I owe the honor, Asterion? Or are you here to ask for the honor of leading the vanguard?"
Aurelius starts to bristle at the quip but he holds his retort in. Mm. Perhaps the man has learned. Instead he bends to his knees and kneels before the Castellan, both of his hands on the floor. "I would ask for forgiveness, Castellan. For what I've done before."
"Mm? Forgiveness, was it?" Zargo grunts, exhaling harshly through his nostrils. "You ask for much, Asterion. You know exactly how much you have to answer for."
"Yes," Aurelius says, his head held low. "I regret everything I was as a Battle Brother, everything I failed to be as a Blood Angel. I was a prideful, narrow-minded fool, too caught up in personal glory to see that it didn't matter." The Chapter Master pauses, trying to find the words. "And... I regret Acheron. I regret I was the Captain sent there. It should have been another, someone better."
Zargo nods. "So you have grown, Asterion. But you know your failure on Acheron is a stain that will never be wiped away. Your actions on Xeron and Stonehaven are not enough. Your valiant contributions to the Retribution Crusade, while well appreciated, are not enough. Bleeding, burning, dying on Baal, it is not enough. Nothing will be enough." The Angel Encarmine leans forward. "Do you know why?"
Aurelius nods slowly. "I do."
"Do you know why I disdain you so greatly, Asterion? Why I refuse to accept you, even after so many people have claimed you've turned a new leaf?"
He nods again. "I do. I erred on Baal. I know that."
"Everyone has foes, Asterion. Everyone has personal, hated enemies that taunt them, that dare them to slay them here and now. But we are better, Asterion. We know our duty, and our duty is to carry out our orders, no matter the cost. You killed the traitor and a company of traitor marines, but so what? What if I had not attended the assault on the Mors Ad Imperator because I met such a foe? What if Astorath did not? What if Gough did not?" The Angel Encarmine looks at him, takes a deep breath, before continuing. "You still put yourself ahead of your Chapter, Asterion. For all your talk of duty, you were still selfish. Still interested in your own petty feuds. Too blind, too impulsive, and too much of a deviant to know that we do things for a reason. A nemesis is not to be sought out just because he ran his mouth. Everything is done for a reason: For the Emperor." He looks sharply at Aurelius. "Can you rightfully say you hunted that body thief for the Emperor?"
"I cannot. I erred."
"You erred on Acheron, and you erred on Baal, and you've erred dozens of times between both events. Terenas. Yivil. Vorkas. Even though you wield Invictus, the blade of duty, you still err. What a joke. The only blade you should wield is a neophyte's chainsword." He sighs heavily and shakes his head. "And despite all that, despite having failed and failed and failed and failed and failed, Asterion, despite being a colossal failure... People still believe in you. Sebastos did. Dante still does. Men greater than you still trust that you will, somehow, become a great man." He points at Aurelius, finger jabbing straight through his soul. "You are almost five hundred years old, Aurelius Asterion. How much longer will it take for you to become a man?"
He holds it for a long time, time moving at a snail's pace. Aurelius holds his bow the entire time.
Zargo sighs and lowers his hand again. "You are a warrior. A good swordsman, I will admit. A good commander, a good leader, and an inspiration to your Chapter. Your brothers, your Crimson Crusaders, they are great men. They embody the duty that you've failed to uphold. They, and the people of this world, are the only reason why your Chapter has succeeded as well as it has."
"I know," Aurelius says. "I've learned more from them than they will ever learn from me."
"Then I suppose you have taken another step on the road of life." Zargo grunts harshly. "And this is ridiculous. By the Angel, Asterion, sit up. You are a Chapter Master, not a scout being punished."
Aurelius does so, a steely look in his eyes. He has no fury, no despair, no sadness, no petulance, nothing on his face. He simply accepts and absorbs, like a sponge. Zargo nods faintly. Perhaps he is worth something. "Let me prove myself, Zargo. I have changed."
"And how will you prove it to me?" Aurelius starts but the Castellan holds up a hand. "Never mind that, you have already proven it. Hard as it is to admit it... You have proven yourself. Astorath spoke of your conduct at Laanzig. Only an advisor, in support of your Captain, you aided him in the conduct of a campaign, only lending advice where he asked. And again, here, you are still here. I fully expected you to be in the Hive, fighting against impossible odds, looking for glory and not your duty. You are finally a Chapter Master, not a Captain playing at being Champion. Though I refused to believe it, you have already proven yourself."
Aurelius shakes his head. "I haven't, Zargo. Not yet. I have to do more."
"And there you have it, Asterion, the sign that you have already proven yourself." The Lord in Crimson Clad looks oddly at the Castellan, Zargo smirking at him. "Duty is not always about valiant holding actions and glorious charges and beating nigh-suicidal odds. It is disappointing. It is boring. It is slow. It is necessary. And you, Aurelius Asterion, have finally grasped the concept."
"...But you, Castellan, you lead the charge even as you lead your Chapter."
Zargo barks a laugh, loud and coarsely. "Do you really believe the propaganda and the aggrandizing boasts of my brothers? More often than not I spend my time on a ship, managing things from a desk! Command is dull. It is boring. It is a total and utter waste of my Angel's blood. But it is my duty and I carry it out. If my duty is to break a line with the Angela Saeva then it shall be so, but it any other can do it I remain here, doing what only I can do. Dante is the same. We are all the same, Asterion. Including, it finally seems, you."
Aurelius frowns. "Then what you said earlier, of my failures... Zargo, what do you..."
"A test." The Castellan grunts. "No, not quite. It is my frustration. Anger that it took almost two hundred years for you to become the Chapter Master Dante knew you could be. That man has a frightful talent for foresight, but who am I to disagree now?" He shakes his head and sighs. "Orloc, that frightful heretic, thought the same. He saw your potential, a diamond in the rough trapped under fifty metric tonnes of toxic hive sewage."
Aurelius ignores another biting quip, focusing more on the matter at hand. "And what do you think of me now, Zargo?"
"Make no mistake. You still have a lot to answer for Acheron, Asterion. I will never like you." There is a hush, before the Angel Encarmine breaks into a begrudging smirk. "But I will respect you. You deserve this much, one brother to another. And your Chapter deserves much, much more."
The Angel Encarmine extends a hand to Aurelius. The Lord in Crimson Clad blinks, not quite understanding. Slowly he takes it, and the two men shake hands.
"For the making of a man," Zargo says.
"For the duty of the future," Aurelius says.
Aurelius stands and bows to the Angel Encarmine once more. Zargo nods back, a small tilt of his head. The Crimson Crusader leaves quickly, and Zargo is alone once again.
Perhaps, he thinks, it will be nice to have another Chapter who crusades quite as hard as the Angels Encarmine do around. After all, neither of them would ever want for enemies to destroy. They are brothers. They should learn to share and get along.
[X][CRIMSON] Deploy to Mahalangur and assist the KPDF in their battle against the Blood Drinkers. Their line is faltering, for all their resolve. Any amount of Astartes support will be invaluable.
[X][ENCARMINE] Deploy to Mahalangur and assist the KPDF in their battle against the Blood Drinkers. Their line is faltering, for all their resolve. Any amount of Astartes support will be invaluable.
[X][LAMENT] Deploy in the void and assist in the destruction of the Blood Drinkers fleet. They cannot flee without their ships, and who knows what else they have sequestered away on their Battle Barges?
[X][ENCARMINE] Deploy to Mahalangur and assist the KPDF in their battle against the Blood Drinkers. Their line is faltering, for all their resolve. Any amount of Astartes support will be invaluable.
[X][LAMENT] Deploy in the void and assist in the destruction of the Blood Drinkers fleet. They cannot flee without their ships, and who knows what else they have sequestered away on their Battle Barges?