The population has grown, this turn the refuge you claimed from the hidden cult finishes resetlement. As to how many are inhabited and how many are abandoned, Luctus has 32 (33 if you count your Fortress-Monastery as one) inhabited refuges of variable size, all of which are for the most part filled to capacity. The number of abandoned refuges is an estimation, as while some of them had been abandoned or lost during the millenia, others were never occupied and their location is unknown, and there is the other continent that no one knows anything about.
Loyalty is its own Reward (A Traitor Legion Chapter Master Quest)
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@ThunderOwl I don't think this was ever asked but what are the chapter symbols of the Angels Crusader and the Blazing Wardens
That makes me wonder: if luctitians decide to resettle another refuge, would we get involved?
Blazing Wardens have a burning red shield on a field of white, Angels Crusader have two green swords crossed over a bronze field.
Depends on who dangerous the refuge is.
I think I'm going to update the company list every turn
Turn 10 update
2nd Company: full strenght
3rd Company: -14 marines (4 casualties, no company ancient)
6th Company: -35 marines (10 casualties)
7th Company: -39 marines (9 casualties)
9th Company: -38 marines (2 casualties), no apothecary
10th Company: -4 marines
Note: there are 65 full fledged marines in the reserve companies, more than half of them being in the 6th specifically
Nowaljki:
-72 first phase Nowaljki
-24 second phase Nowaljki
Neophytes:
-40 Luctusian
Backgrounds:
-30K Terran: 0.15%
-Nostraman: 0.46%
-40k Terran: 37.8%
-Luctusian: 51.3%
-Braicamian: 10.2%
Turn 10 update
2nd Company: full strenght
3rd Company: -14 marines (4 casualties, no company ancient)
6th Company: -35 marines (10 casualties)
7th Company: -39 marines (9 casualties)
9th Company: -38 marines (2 casualties), no apothecary
10th Company: -4 marines
Note: there are 65 full fledged marines in the reserve companies, more than half of them being in the 6th specifically
Nowaljki:
-72 first phase Nowaljki
-24 second phase Nowaljki
Neophytes:
-40 Luctusian
Backgrounds:
-30K Terran: 0.15%
-Nostraman: 0.46%
-40k Terran: 37.8%
-Luctusian: 51.3%
-Braicamian: 10.2%
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- Location
- Israel
Did they ever get to fight alongside Blood Ravens?
If the did someone would be missing a lot of stuff😁
They steal so much of each other's stuff
Then do it again
And again
And when they leave they've stolen and restolen so many times they have returned to what they started with
Potential Battle cry's of the Otabrossan Cogskulls:
1. For the Emperor!!! For Salvage!!!!
2. Salvage!! Salvage!! Salvage!!
3. Grind and Cut til it's done!!!
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Turn 10 Action Results (785-790 M41)
Luctus System, Raikan Subsector, Aetelian Sector, 785 M41
Marta Roja, Senior Adept of the Administratum in Lezo, wakes up sluggishly. With bleary eyes she takes in her surroundings. All the grogginess fades instantly as she recognizes that she´s not laying in her luxurious quarters in a penthouse on the Upper Levels, but instead she´s currently on an uncomfortable metal chair, in a barren dungeon, the only thing that isn't bare ferrocrete walls being a big metallic door. She quickly moves, and finds to her surprise that she's not tied to the chair. She brings a hand to her head and massages her temples, struggling to remember how she ended up here. She might be old now, but her mind is still as sharp as she was when she started working as a menial. That makes the foggy lack of information she's currently feeling very concerning. She approaches the door and tries to open it, but the doorknob remains locked in place, regardless of the strength with which she tries to move it. Her forces spent, she steps back, considering who can be responsible for her current condition. The various gangs are quickly discarded, for none have the necessary pull to be allowed entry in the Upper Levels, let alone brazenly kidnap her in her own home. The Arbitres would not have been subtle, and if they had evidence of any wrongdoings she and her family would already be there. Concern overwhelms her mind, wondering if her wife and kids share her predicament, or are now lying dead and forgotten in some corner of the Hive-world.
Her current train of thought is interrupted by the sound of the door opening. She turns around to face whoever's coming inside, only for her to freeze when she does see it. Standing on the doorstep, and effortlessly looming over here, stands one of the Angels of Death, clad in the midnight blue of the Mist Shrikes. She recalls seeing them in the parade in celebration of the Victory over the mutant cultists sixteen years ago, how awed she felt seeing them proudly march with weapons in hand and foreignly decorated armors. Now she just feels dread as the Astartes stares at her with a clinical detachment.
"Adept Martas Rojas, please take a seat." The space marine couches as a request, but the situation, alongside the stern tone, leave it quite clear that it is not.
Marta does as ordered, sweat pouring down her brow. "My family, are they unharmed?" She asks quietly, dreading the response of the Space Marine.
"They are." Confirms the marine, which almost prompts Rojas to exhale in relief before he continues speaking. "However, their continued well-being depends on how sincere you are, alongside the manner of your demise."
Her mouth is dry as she speaks, her voice trembling. "Y-you do-don't have the right to…"
"Your detention was approved both by the Arbites and the head of the Administratium in the Sector." The marine interrupts her swiftly. "If you hope for someone to rescue you, you hope in vain, for we are not in Lezo. Now, will you speak, or will I need to pry out the knowledge I seek? Be certain that the second option will be far more painful than the first."
Rojas' eyes meet with that of the Space Marine, and what she sees convinces her of the certainty of what he says. "What would you like to know?"
—---
"So, how did the interrogation go?" You ask your Master of the Watch inside your office. As you ask him this, you offer him a glass of gorionik za usta, one he rejects with a brief shake of his head.
"The Adept cooperated fully once I explained to her the reality of her situation, and once the interrogation was over her memories confirmed the veracity of her responses." Reports Tullius, standing ramrod straight with his hands clasped behind his back. "The information she provided to Saakarbal was accurate for the most part, and it regales us with various plots of fund misappropriations, favor trading, bribery and the demotions, reassignments and/or assassinations of personnel who could have reported this to the Arbites or the Lord Sector, including a failed murder attempt on Saakarbal with a bomb planted on his private gunship. The only details that were falsified were the links between those criminal activities and Lord Admiral Adhebal."
"Not that we suspected him, but it is good that we can confirm his innocence." You interject, taking a sip from the glass you offered Apollodorus, making an pleased groan as the liquid burns down your mouth and throat. "Do we know where she got the information, to whom does that information incriminate or who ordered the assassination attempt on Saakarbal?"
Tullius scoffs disdainfully. "It would be faster for me to tell you who isn't involved. All the forerunners in the dispute for the command of Battlefleet Aetelian have partake in the corruption in one way or another, including Adherbal´s own nephew. She obtained most of this information when she worked in the Administratum branch that interacts with the logistical branch of the Navy, but the knowledge on the assassination attempts comes from another source. Juan de Altamira, who was then a Navy Captain under the command of Admiral Cervera."
You feel bile rise on your throat at the reminder how widespread the corruption in the Navy is, and you focus back on the rest of the information that Tullius relayed to you, because if you don´t you will start to dwell again on how you will need to play nice with one of those wretches once they ascend to Lord Admiral. "Admiral Cervera? That's the one who was supposed to defend Lezo during the Genestealer uprising, but instead chose to chase after fleeing ships right?"
"The same, and one of the aforementioned candidates for the leadership of Battlefleet Aetelian. Coincidentally, he is one of the most corrupt candidates, at least according to the information that Rojas passed along to Sakaarbal." Confirms Tullius.
You place the glass back on your desk, and take a deep breath to calm yourself. "Well done Tullius, I will call you once more when I have decided what we will do with this information."
Tullius makes the sign of the Aquila and exits your quarters, leaving you alone with your own budding anger.
-Adept Marta Rojas captured and interrogated. The information she provided to Saakarbal was falsified by her under the request of Commodore Juan de Altamira, a subordinate of Admiral Cervera.
-New option added.
-Relationship with Adept Beltrán Trastámara de Olivares reduced to Bad+
Jalente System, Carybdis Subsector, Aetelian Sector 786 M41
Half a century later, you´re back into the system where you emerged into this disconcerting future. So much has changed since then, for when you arrived in a battered Battle-Barge, you and your three brothers were the last remnant of what your Legion had once been, instead of the…..thing it is now. Now you are the head and founder of your own Chapter, a new chance to regain that which the Legion has lost; at the risk of tempting fate, it is going rather well. A good example of that is the nine brothers that now surround you, your Honor Guard tense as you all walk through the Inquisitorial Fortress, hands on the handles of their weapons as they meet the gaze of the patrolling stormtroopers. You understand their apprehension, and know that the fortress design blocking your vox communications doesn't help matters, but it is not one you share yourself. Not that you´re not cautious, for there aren't meetings with as much potential to go wrong as this one, but you know that if the worst comes to pass, you will be doomed whenever you are able to fight your way through or not. After all, surviving an escape from here and returning to Lcutus would force you to rise in rebellion.
And you will never rebel against the Emperor´s realm, you´ll die before that.
With those thoughts clouding your mind, you reach the entryway to the chamber where the Inquisitors are meeting. There is an eclectic group of people there, which you guess are the retinues of each of the meeting Inquisitors. Ogryns, Stormtroopers, Imperial Guardsmen, members of Crusader Houses, Tech-priests, Sisters of Battle, ganger scum, Imperial preachers, Arbites.... There is even an Eldar Ranger and one of your cousins in the Angels Crusader, both of them glaring at the other. Standing in their own group are the members of Mitsuhide retinue, which you recognize thanks to your brothers reports, and on the opposite side of the room stands a squad of Stormtroopers, accompanying a blonde woman in her late thirties with short hair and blue eyes. She sees you, and her face pales faster than someone dying of blood loss. Out of the corner of your eyes you see Lepidus hitting Thrax lightly with his elbow to grab his attention, before pointing at the woman with a brief movement of his head. Thrax tenses, but refrains himself from doing anything. One of the Stormtroopers, who is standing guard near the door instead of just milling about, addresses you.
"Chapter Master, the Inquisitors are willing to receive you. Your retinue must remain here alongside the others." You glance back at Alesios, and the way he nods at you with a resolute expression tells you that he will carry out your unspoken instructions of keeping your Honor Guard in check. With that, you step forward as the doors are opened for you.
The place where the Inquisitors meet is a conference room seemingly designed for that explicit purpose. The space is dominated by a horseshoe-shaped table, one that allows every Inquisitor to face one another and that forces any petitioner or summoned individual to stand at the center, surrounded by the scrutinizing stares of the members of the Holy Ordos. A daunting prospect for most people, but one that you step forward to fearlessly. The table itself was clearly made for more than the eight men and women that it currently hosts, which is made evident by the multiple empty seats that are placed before them. Your gaze immediately falls first on the two members of the Ordo Hereticus that you´ve already met before. Harker´s face is carefully blank, while the shadow of a smirk tugs at Mitsuhide´s lips, which instantly makes you wary of the man in question.
Those glances are done in the span of a second, just before one of the Inquisitors speaks up. "Chapter Master Severus, on behalf of the Holy Ordos, we thank you for responding so promptly to our summons." You recognize him from the data gathered by your Master of the Watch as Durante Clerici. The Inquisitor of the Ordo Malleus is old, sporting the telltale sign of multiple juvenant treatments. He's bald, with thick eyebrows over two augmentic eyes and what used to be a hook nose before half of it got messily torn off. He´s clad in carapace armor, one which is covered in purity seals, with a copy of the Lectitio Divinitatus hanging by a thick chain on his hip.
"Me and my Chapter are always willing to cooperate with fellow servants of the Emperor!" Your answer draws a scoff from one of the Inquisitors on your side.
"You sucking up to Harker definitely proves that!" The woman who scoffs comments snidely. An older woman, short gray hair cut in a bob and a sneer on scarred lips, clad in scarred yet functional suit of Sororitas Power armor in the green and red of the Order of the Thorned Spear, which identifies her as Fithir Mic Fiaraín of the Ordo Hereticus. The woman also glares at Harker, who is completely unfazed by it. .
"C´mon Fithir, don´t be like that!" Argues a middle-aged, blond-haired inquisitor that is dressed in the worn robes of a missionary of the Ecclesiarchy. He smiles, revealing black-stained teeth that proves that Emilio de Cardenas earned his sobriquet. "Despite what dear Ayano-" Mitsuhide scowls at Emilio "-has told us, and what we know, we can't deny that they have been helpful with that awful business with De Wiart."
"Well, now that we know he was behind all those "accidents" every member of the Ordo Machinum that came into the sector, perhaps we can get a peer that lasts more than a decade." Echoes wryly a tall man bustling with muscle, red hair styled in a long braid with his sides shaved, a long, knotted beard hiding his lower face and dataports in the left side of his hair. He wears military fatigues, and a pendant of an Aquila shines proudly in his neck. "But nevertheless, we should start talking about what we have called you here." Firthir looks at both of them with eyes filled with disdain but she doesn't give further comment.
"That would be indeed appreciated." You add, taking measure of the conclave general mood. You would not call it hostile, but there is clear displeasure on some of the Inquisitors present that appears whenever their attention falls back to him.
"The reason you have been called is your preparations for the invasions of the Eyes of the Mutator homeworld" Explains Inquisitor Seble Bereket in a female, modulated voice. Nothing can be discerned of her appearance, for she is covered by a golden mask shaped as a woman´s stern visage and heavy robes of brown and orange. "We are….displeased by how sluggishly you are responding to this threat."
You frown momentarily, smoothing it over quickly as you argue in defense of yourself. "It is the invasion of three planets that host a chaos warband, their servants and their warships. It is an undertaking that requires extensive preparations and numbers, and I am taking the appropriate steps to ensure that the campaign will be prosecuted with the adequate numbers and equipment to ensure victory." A quick examination of the assembled inquisitors tells you that they are not convinced by this argument.
"Preparations are one thing, what you are doing is dithering!" Accuses Firthir, pointing an armored finger at you. "Of what use is the intel you may possess after seventeen years! You've squandered whatever advantage you might have by sitting on it!"
Before you can answer that accusation, Inquisitor Leifson opens his mouth first, the humor of his previous comment gone. "While my colleagues' words are perhaps overly harsh, we do think that the invasion has been delayed long enough. We would like to suggest," The tone in which the word "suggest" tells you that they are all but ordering you, prevented only by the limits of their authority. "That the invasion took place in the next decade at the latest, lest the foul heretics are given more time to prepare their resistance."
Most of the other inquisitors echoe their agreement with what Leifson has said, the only exception being Harker, whose expression remains completely blank. Your jaw is tense as you reply. "I will take your recommendation into account. Now, is there anything else that you require of me?"
Now it is Mitsuhide's turn to speak. "Well, Chapter Master Severus, we couldn't help but notice how much favor you have been bestowing into our "esteemed" colleague Harker. We are curious about the reasons for such…preference."
You fix the Boshinese Inquisitor with a raised eyebrow. "The reasons are quite simple Inquisitor. When me and my brethren arrived at the Sector, it was Inquisitor Harker who first approached us with requests of cooperation. We appreciate such a show of confidence, and that's why we have endeavored to maintain close links to him, the same we would have done had it been any other Inquisitor."
"Still, to be granted almost a full squad of Astartes is a mighty boon." Presses Mitsuhide. "What has he done to earn such honor?"
You smile. "He asked for it, the same as any of you could do. Then again, if they are such a mighty boon, why did you not request them when we met in Lezo? Do you have any secrets you rather we would not be privy of? Something…dangerous to be hidden?"
Mitsuhide is too composed to let anything show, but her fellow members of the Ordos are suddenly paying more attention to her. She doesn´t keep talking, so it is de Cardenas who fills the silence. "We might take you on that offer." He says cheerfully "I can already picture the heretics' faces when they see you busting down their hovels."
What follows after that is a brief conversation on the different threats that the Aetelian Sector fazes, after which you are summarily dismissed.
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"Was there any purpose other than to berate me for my preparations for the campaign against the Eyes of the Mutator? Or was the main reason wasting my time?" You ask Harker in the landing pad where the Thunderhawk you came in is stationed. Both your Honor Guard and the Inquisitors agents had made sure that the location had been completely swept of bugs, which is why you´re actually speaking with him.
"Mostly they wanted to take the measure of you." Answers Harker as he straightens his greatcoat. "Mitsuhide has been taking advantage of our close relation to poison their opinion of both of us. You have handled that decently enough. As for the campaign, the Eyes of the Mutator had been a great threat to the Sector for millenia, and they are eager to finally get rid of it."
"Speaking of Mitsuhide, have you made any progress in acquiring proof of her misdeeds?" You ask him, and the frustrated expression you receive in response angers you.
"It is a complicated matter. Mitsuhide´s agents are subtle, and the inactivity of her Astartes contacts do not help matters. My agents are following some promising leads, but it is a slow endeavor. Another issue is that apart from the matter of Sanction and her political maneuvering with Adept Tratámara, I have not been able to find any other reprehensible actions, and the business with the Administratum is easily dismissable."
Far from mollifying you, his explanation angers you further. "From what I´ve seen Inquisitor, Mitsuhide is anything but subtle. And yet, despiste spending four decades on her trail, the only thing you can give me regarding a matter as serious as the one she´s involving is that you´re following some leads?" You don't raise your voice, but the thunderous cast of your visage expresses well enough how displeased you are. "What could possibly excuse such a lack of results? Because there is truly a lack of results, or are you hiding something from me?" You lean closer to Harker, who remains outwardly composed, even if you can hear the slightest increase in his heartbeat. Whatever he is about to respond goes unsaid, for both of you turn your heads away to look in the direction from where footsteps are approaching.
Walking towards the both of you is the only Inquisitor who did not speak during the meeting, Nashrin Khosravi of the Ordo Xenos. The woman is what most mortals would consider a vision of beauty. Smooth, bronze skin, a shapely tall figure and long silky black hair alongside a face with long eyelashes, full lips and an Aegyptian nose. She wears clothing fitting for the richest of nobles in the Sector, and the sound of her sandals echoes as she walks towards you.
"Am I interrupting something?" She asks, her voice husky and tinged with a marked accent.
Harker responds before you do so. "You are not. I was already leaving." He moves in order to leave but before he does so he addresses you one last time in a soft whisper, low enough that Nashrin can´t hear him but that you do. "Believe what you will, but I´ve been sincere to you Chapter Master."
He briskly walks away, leaving you alone with the members of the Ordo Xenos. "What do you require of me, Inquisitor Khosravi?"
"Do you stand by what you said about being willing to offer our assistance to any of us?" You merely nod. "Good, then I might need your services in an endeavor that requires…discretion. I will tell you the details at a later date. May the God-Emperor favor you, Chapter Master."
With that, the Inquisitor walks away. You enter the Thunderhawk, utterly spent with heirs of Malcador.
-Officially meet with the Aetelian Inquisitorial Contact.
-The Council insists on the Cleansing of Yerma taking place at turn 12 at the latest. Delaying further will come with relation loss with all Inquisitors except for Harker.
-Other Inquisitors would appreciate Astartes in their retinues. Relationship loss for their lack has been prevented.
Seibourc System, Karostei Subsector, Aetelian Sector 788 M41
When you entered the throne room of Lezo for the first time, you thought that the place was garish, but you had seen worse examples of ostentatious lack of taste. The throne room of the King of Seibourc´s palace, with the endless row of golden statues, the floor of polished marble dotted with diamonds, the fountain in the middle of the chamber that spews wine, the hundred chandeliers so clustered together that they cannot swing for they are immobilized by the others and the potent, multicolored spotlights that are stabbing into your uncovered eyes, have earned squarely their position as one of those examples.
The people are not any better. The myriad of nobles milling about the place are dressed in gauche outfits and outlandish hairstyles, most of which suffer damaged as they cluster around you as you come inside, an indistinct racket of flattery, begging and sycophantic praise coming from dozens of throats as they try to grab your attention. Your honor guard, with helmets on and weapons bared, forms a cordon around you, keeping the petitioners away from you. To the relief of your strained ears, most of them clear away as you come at the foot of the throne, which is a 10 meter monstrosity of platinum and emeralds. The king in question is a small, pudgy middle-aged looking man with a droopy face, who appears to be almost drowning amidst the multiple cushions in the throne and the ermine-lined coat he wears. At his side stands a severe-looking woman in a far more simple, and tasteful, outfit.
"King Louis LXIV," Starts announcing the woman with the cadence of a professional cryer." of the Most Noble and Virtuous House du Soleil, Master of Seibourc, the Wise, the Brave, the Strong, the Handsome, the Prudent, the Humble, Holder of the One-Hundred-and-One Keys, Wisest amongst Rulers, Grand Marshal of the Planetary Defense Forces, Vanquisher of Xenos, Smiter of Heretics, Champion of the Faithful, Blessed Chosen of the God-Emperor for the Stewardship and Rulership of the Most Great and Prosperous World of Seibourc, receives Severus, Holy Angel of Death, Scion of the Illustrious Son of the God-Emperor Corvus Corax, Supreme and undisputed Master of the Mist Shrikes Chapter of the Adeptus Astartes and Hero of Lezo, alongside his stalwart companions!! He may now speak his request."
You can't help but frown slightly at the amount of titles the King has bestowed upon himself, and you're all but certain that some members of your Honor Guards are openly laughing on their own channel. Nevertheless, it provides you an opportunity to get what you want desire out of this audience, even if it is distasteful that you have to resort to base flattery and stroking his ego.
"King Louis, I bring to your attention a trifling request, one that with your peerless wisdom and unmatched prosperity would only require the smallest exertion from your august self." Curiosity and interest spark in the King's eyes, who stops slouching on his throne and pays attention to what you´re saying. The woman that acts as his senechal adopts a wary expression, but she does not dare to interrupt you. "Unfortunately, the homeworld of our Chapter lacks the productive and efficient manofactoriums of your world. For that, we have found ourselves hard-pressed to cover all the industrial needs of our Chapter. For that, I humbly request that you shift a modest part of your peerless industrial capabilities to fulfill our own needs." You hear in the background the crowd of courtiers, nobles and parasites, not that there is much difference between them, mutter excitedly at your words. Even the king wears a pleased grin. The only one who isn´t flattered by your words is the seneschal, who scowls at you for a moment, only to master her expression when she notices your gaze.
"With all due respect, Chapter Master." She starts arguing, drawing the attention of the audience and king. "Our military industry is focused on supplying our Guard regiment. While we are honored beyond measure that you have trusted us with this request, I am sure you can agree that we should not weaken one branch of the Imperium military to help the other."
The pleasant expression on your face remains fixed, even if the rebuke does sting in your hearts. Of course you don't want to weaken other branches of the Imperium, but your chapter needs those resources to kickstart your productive capabilities beyond what you have, which constantly forces you to choose between expanding your arsenal or fixing damage equipment. You take no pleasure in snatching those resources from the brave men and women of the Guard, but you have a duty to your brothers, the Imperium and the Emperor, and the best way to shoulder those duties is to make sure that your brothers are properly equipped.
So you accept the seneschal´s objection with a nod. "I agree that such a requirement would be taxing for most words…" You shift your attention back to the King. "But Seibourc is not like most worlds, is it not? Only an industry that has become so productive as yours could shoulder such a burden, only a stewardship as prodigious and wise as yours, King Louis, deserves the honor of girding the Emperor´s Angels of Death." The visceral distaste that you feel at the religious term is lesser than it first was, and a part of you can´t help but be disquieted by that. "As for the strain that might cause on your regiments, I am certain that it will be minor. After all, my brothers have shared the battlefield with your noble forces, and their reports are filled with glowing praises of their gallantry, courage and skill at arms."
"Even then…" "Enough, Necker." The King interrupts his seneschal with a dismissive gesture. "We have made Our decision. We will graciously bestow upon you the favor you seek."
"But Your Grace, the costs it would take to fulfill those commitments.." The seneschal makes a last attempt to argue her point, only for her to be interrupted once more by the King."
"That is a concern for yourself and the Minister of Industry, not one of Ours. You will do as We demand, or We will find someone else who will." Various cortiers show clear interest at that, and so the seneschal backs down, glaring sullenly at you. "Is there anything else that you require of Us?"
You incline your head slightly. "No, King, we are already grateful for the generosity you have shown us. If you excuse us, we must depart immediately." With those words you turn around and leave, and this time the crowd does keep their distance from you. Your Honor Guard keeps silent until you exit the palace, with Dupont being the first to speak.
"It is disgraceful that we have to kowtow to the ego of some planetary governor." His voice is thick with distaste, and had he worse manners he would probably spit on the floor.
"What would have been disgraceful is to let pride get in the way of getting what we need." Rebukes him harshly Lubomir. Dupont attention shifts towards him, but he does not offer further comment. There is a moment of silence, until Mezei speaks.
"I swear I saw a woman with a hairstyle in the shape of a battleship." His voice mixes amusement and disbelief. "I wasn't the only one that saw that, wasn´t I?"
"I did too." Agrees Pugio, sounding equally disbelieving. "I saw another man stumbling over his own pants."
Martellus turns towards you. "Chapter Master, please do not bring Catilina here, I fear that this assault of the senses will cause him to enact Exterminatus."
You smile at the comment, but do not reply.
-125 BP added per turn thanks to a successful deal with Seibourc. Crit avoids relationship loss with all Seibourc Royales regiments.
Luctus System, Raikan Subsector, Aetelian Sector 786 M41
There is a certain tension in the air as the Librarians of the Mist Shrikes gather to enact the divination ritual. They have taken all the possible precautions, accurately and painstakingly measuring both the needed materials and the distribution of both the ritual circle and the stabilizing braziers and other elements. For Grigori there was an added source of discomfort, that being the fact that this would be the first divination he would attempt without the guidance of his mentor, instead being the one that his own students would look up to for instruction and council. He sat at the center of the ritual circle, Polikhat and his apprentices having taken their own seats around him.
"Before we commence, I must first warn you that discerning the future is a perilous and untrustworthy endeavor." He addresses Zivojin and Grozdan, the two Lexicani focused on what he has to say. "Do not take what you see as certain, for the future is ever-changing and your visions will often be clouded by metaphor or interpretations divergent from human patterns of thought. Do not tax yourself overdue, and if at any moment you feel that the interaction with the Warp starts to overwhelm you, do not push your limit. Countless psykers have doomed themselves and others by grasping beyond what they were meant to handle. With that said, let us begin."
Regulating his breathing, Grigori closes his eyes, entering one of the meditation patterns best suited for divinations performed by various psykers. He hears the other psykers enter the same pattern, the sound of their breathings being the last he hears from the Materium before his mind enters the Warp. Perception and reality cease to have meaning as he enters the Immaterium. He can perceive, or more accurately feel, his brothers with him, close enough to be touched and farther away than Luctus is from Terra.
"Where should we begin?" Is the closest translation in mortal tongues that the mix of feelings, thoughts and intent that Polikhat sends to his own consciousness. The Chief Librarian thinks about it for a relatively short distance before giving his answer, both before and during the time that Polikhat had thought of the question.
"We should begin with Luctus and the immediate future, and depending on how that fares we will move further." The other librarians signal their agreement, and so they….
SOMETHING IS WRONG
He can feel as…. something attacks Zivojin, a presence that his soul recoils from, such is its foulness and sheer aberrance that it is beyond the ability of the young Lexicanum to handle, perhaps beyond what he is able to vanquish, not while shielding his apprentices. Showing that he has taken your lessons to heart, Zivojin does not attempt to fight the creature, choosing instead to disengage and return to the Materium. The rest of Grigori´s brothers, unwilling to test their fortune, quickly follow behind. The Chief Librarian himself considers engaging it, but discards the thought as soon as it appears. He won´t risk a battle until he knows that his brother is safe.
The Chief Librarian opens his eyes. The first thing he sees is Zivojin on all fours, voiding the content of his stomach onto the floor of the Librarius. Your fellow telepath is bleeding from his eyes, ears and nose, not to a dangerous extent but it is still a constant trickle of transhuman vitae.
"Master, I…" The younger Luctusian attempts to speak, but the Chief Librarian is soon upon him, helping him rise to his feet as he inspects the mind of his charge.
"Conserve your strength Zivojin, you´ve done as best as you are able." Says Grigori soothingly as soon as he confirms that now taint has seeped into the Lexicanum's soul. "Grozdan, take Zivojin to the Apothecarion, I will be right behind you."
His other apprentice does as ordered, assisting his fellow Lexicani by placing his hand onto his shoulder and assisting in carrying his own weight. Grigori remains behind with Polikhat, the Codicier busy gathering the spent materials for disposal.
"That thing was not a mere predator in the Sea of Souls." Comments Ivan grimly. "It targeted us when he felt us start the divination, not before."
Grigori concurs with the assessment, his mind already thinking about what is that thing.
-Divination fails Catastrophically. Further consequences avoided
-New options unlocked.
Luctus System, Raikan Subsector, Aetelian Sector 787 M41
Siracusa beholds the room once more, in order to ensure that everything is in order. The room is out of the way, which will prevent people from disturbing them. There are enough drinks and seats for everyone coming, and both of their superiors won't need them for the rest of the evening. Satisfied, the Techmarine takes his own seat, pours himself a glass of water and waits for the others to arrive.
The first to do so are his fellow Senior Techmarines, due to him choosing a meeting spot closer to the Forges than to the Apothecarium. Noricum, Capua and Ostia greet him briefly before taking the seats alongside him. Noricum and Capua grab glasses of juice while Ostia follows his example and chooses water. Barely a minute later the Senior Apothecaries enter and occupate the remaining seats. Anodynon choice of drinks is gorionik za usta, which he grabs the whole bottle, while Soran prefers the chifir he pours into a mug. Once everyone is served and seated they raise their cups for the toast they always make since they've started meeting up like this four decades ago.
"For those who have fallen, and for those who will fall." It is not a cheerful toast, and befitting that it is spoken with solemnity at an even tone. The six of them drink, and only once they remove their lips from their chosen beverage does conversation flow.
"Glad we could finally meet, these last years have been…hectic." Opens the conversation Ostia, prompting a short bark of laughter from Noricum and series of amused snorts or eye rolls from the others.
"You truly have a talent for understatements Ostia." Wryly comments Noricum when his laughter abides. "Next, are you going to say that taking a stroll outside is bad for the lungs?" Another brief round of chuckles erupts, Ostia playfully hitting Noricum shoulder in response.
"More seriously, it is good that we managed to make time. I am afraid we will have little occasion to have this meeting going forward." Anodynon tired words cast a pall on the cheerful mood on the reunion, but do not manage to completely smoother it.
"Hard times in the Apothecarion?" Asks Siracusa with sympathy and understanding.
Soran takes a sip of his chifir, letting the strong-tasting drink invigorate him. "Somewhat. The expansion of the Apothecarion is appreciated, even if the presence of so many untested personnel made the Chief Apothecary nervous." The Techmarines exchange a glance at those words, one that carries unspoken several complaints against the Nostroman, but they don´t voice it and neither do the Apothecaries mention the exchange. "We´ve even managed to make another breakthrough on the geneseed issue thanks to the new samples from the Master of Sanctity and the study of Spatha´s vitals, and progress on the Mist and the Marrow Eater autopsies is proceeding at the appropriate pace. The main issue is the Nowalijki implantation."
Capua expresses surprise at the last part. "Really? For what I know that is usually a well-spring of good tidings."
"Yes, which is why going from a batch with a 100% success rate to one with a mere 20% suddenly raises alarms." Takes over Anodynon. "We are working overtime trying to discern the possible causes, and that coupled with instructing the new ones is making most of us take double shifts." He shakes his head briefly. "Anyhow, how is your work going?"
"Quite well actually." Replies Noricum cheerfully. "Busy, to be sure, but the instruction we are receiving from the Master of the Forge is inspiring!" Now it is the Apothecaries who exchange glances at the adoration with which Karark Zel is mentioned. "The mechanisms of the Volkite weaponry and the Plasma Blasters are awe-inspiring. It is a wondrous experience. And that's without speaking about the device we retrieved from Adapost."
"We better not speak about the device indeed." Says Siracusa, halfway annoyed and halfway in jest. "We´ve discovered that the machine manipulated the fauna using infrasounds, but the Machine Spirit and most of the control and power mechanism were destroyed by the shots which deactivated it." He mutters between his teeth something that sounds like "frakking Tullius". "Anyhow, we´ve also had issues reaching an accord with the Blazing Warden techmarines on whether or not reroute the power cables on the outer sections on the orbital rings, and Capua here is spending plenty of time coordinating with Master Fretensis about the equipment which we will bestow on our veterans."
Soran empties his mug. "Well, I think we have spoken enough of the responsibilities of our stations. Now that you mentioned both Adapost and the Master of the Arsenal, what happened to those two marines who crashed that Rhino? I don't think I've heard how it ended."
Amused grins bloom on the lips of the Techmarines. "Oh, you are not going to believe this." Starts Noricum. "So, when Fretensis brough the two of them before the Master of the Forge…."
Choose what weapon loadouts to fulfill. Place the vote in order of priority equipment:
-[] Command Squads: Suggested loadout consists on Mk.VIII "Errant" Armor, Two Boarding Shields, 2 Storm Bolters, 1 Melta Gun, 1 Plasma Gun, 2 Power Swords, 2 Power Axes, and 1 Headsman Axe. 10th Company Command Squad would have Prototype Mk.VI "Corvus" Power Armor instead. (Covering the total cost of the remaining equipment to fulfill the loadout would come up to 71BP for the first command squad, 76BP for the rest. 26BP for the 10th Company Command Squad if chosen with priority, 226BP if not chosen with priority.)
–[] Write-in how many command squads you want to equip and for what company you want it if you don´t choose all squads.
-[] Company Champions: Suggested loadout consists on Mk.VIII "Errant" Armor, 3 Storm Shields, 2 Power Swords, 1 Power Axe, 2 Thunderhammer and 1 Chainglaive. Champion of the 10th would have Prototype Mk.VI "Corvus" Power Armor instead (Covering the total cost of the remaining equipment to fulfill the loadout would come up to 25BP each for the 2nd and 3rd Company Champions, 20BP for the 6th Company Champion if picked first, 25BP otherwise, 30BP each for the 7th and 9th Company Champions, 10BP for the 10th Company Champions if picked first, 60BP otherwise.)
–[] Write-in how many Company Champions you want to equip and for what company you want it if you don´t choose all Companies.
-[] Sharpshooter Veterans: Suggested loadout consists on Prototype Mk.VI "Corvus" Power Armor, Camelonine Cloaks, 30 Stalker Bolters, 15 Kraken-Pattern Bolters and 5 Power Swords. (Covering the total cost of the remaining equipment to fulfill the loadout would come up to 73BP per squad if picked first, 473BP otherwise.)
–[] Write-in how many Sharpshooter Squads you want to equip.
–[] Vanguard Veterans: Suggested loadout consists on Prototype Mk.VI "Corvus" Power Armor, Camelonine Cloaks, 50 Power Swords and 10 Melta guns. (Covering the total cost of the remaining equipment to fulfill the loadout would come up to 100BP per Squad if picked first, 500BP otherwise.)
-–[] Write-in how many Vanguard Squads you want to equip.
-[] I do not wish to fulfill any loadouts yet.
-[] I do not like these load-outs:
–[] Write-In suggested loadouts and for what role they are intended. I will give them a cost if you do not put it in the suggestion.
-Apothecarion expansion completed. 10% reduction on successes needed for all projects.
-4 Nowalijki gained, Techmarines candidates Beriz and Zikret gained. Apothecaries in training István and Fehér gained. 40 Progenoids spent.
-Senior Techmarines instructed on Great Crusade Era technologies, all Great-Crusade Era Techmarine requirements changed to Senior Techmarine requirements.
-Future prophets have 1d10+2 remaining lifespan instead of just 1d10.
Luctus System, Raikan Subsector, Aetelian Sector 789 M41
The gates of any of the Refuges in Luctus are places with little transit. While trade and Stalker parties, or PDF troops as they are called now, do often leave the safety of the Blessed bunkers, the journeys to even the closest destinations are perilous things, and not all who depart return, if any return at all. Ubezhische is no exception for this, even if they do have one regular occasion with plenty of traffic.
As he has done for the last few years, Savelyi Chelpanov watches from inside the security room as the by now usual troupe of kids leaves the Refuges gates. Gate duty was something reserved from the oldest members of the Ubezhische Refuge Security, which Savelyi now qualifies as, seeing that he's pushing seventy. The pic-casts of the security room, a blessed relic from the Golden Age of Humanity, transmit every detail of the departing boys. How ill-fitting their suits and gasmasks are, how big the Autoguns they have been provided look in their hands. How some of them are practically skipping in excitement, some clasp their hands in prayer, some examine the outside of the Refuge and others shake, reasonable dread barely overcome by either praiseworthy courage or naive self-assurance. He isn't the only one observing, despite being alone in the security room. Outside stands an Angel of Death, his expression hidden by the black skull-faced helm that he wears. Savelyi wonders if the Angel feels the same sorrow he feels whenever he sees them leave. Very few of those who depart return, and those that do so arrive broken by the experience, relaying tearfully tales of death and suffering that make most people's hearts heavy with sorrow and Stalkers nod with grim sympathy. A scant few join those guilds, seeking to either conquer the trauma or too molded by it, but most remain in Ubezhische and try to put their past behind by finding honest work. None of the Angels who come to bring new recruits or to help Refuge Security are from home, and as such the families of the local boys can only desperately hope that their sons, brothers and grandsons manage to reach the end of their journey and ascend.
His grandson is reaching the earlier age in which aspirants volunteer, he remembers as the boys march beyond the reach of the pic-casts. There might be honor and sacrifice, Savelyi concedes, but he will be dead before he sees his grandson leave through the gates.
-93 Neophytes gained, 24 Marines gained
-Psyker Neophytes Rajko and Vedran Czermak.
-Karark Zel Intelligence increases to 9
-Average Marine Willpower increases to 6
-Chapter Serfs training is raised to Drilled.
-Spatha recovers 5+2+3=10 Lucidity. New Lucidity at 62/100.
QM Notes: Hi, this time I will leave a moratorium before opening the vote so that people can suggest loadouts and have them considered for the vote. Speaking of votes, culture vote will be the next after this one. Informational has also been updated and as always I appreciate you pointing out any spelling mistakes youmight will find.
On other note, how do you put text in that weird, disjointed way some people use for the warp or creepy effects, because I want to use it and I'm too dumb to figure out how. Have a nice day!!
Severus Fellowship roll 8+1=9d10 (SC 3+1(Outside of Jurisdiction)+1(Trastamara´s relationship)= SC 5)= 2, 9, 9, 8, 1, 5, 8, 8, 9= 5 Successes
????? Perception roll 2+1(Insider Contacts)=3d10 (SC 2)= 6, 1, 5= 0 Successes
Tullius Apollodorus Intelligence roll 7d10= 7, 10, 3, 5, 2, 7, 8= 5 Successes
????? Perception roll 2+1(Insider Contacts)=3d10 (SC 2)= 6, 1, 5= 0 Successes
Tullius Apollodorus Intelligence roll 7d10= 7, 10, 3, 5, 2, 7, 8= 5 Successes
Marta Roja, Senior Adept of the Administratum in Lezo, wakes up sluggishly. With bleary eyes she takes in her surroundings. All the grogginess fades instantly as she recognizes that she´s not laying in her luxurious quarters in a penthouse on the Upper Levels, but instead she´s currently on an uncomfortable metal chair, in a barren dungeon, the only thing that isn't bare ferrocrete walls being a big metallic door. She quickly moves, and finds to her surprise that she's not tied to the chair. She brings a hand to her head and massages her temples, struggling to remember how she ended up here. She might be old now, but her mind is still as sharp as she was when she started working as a menial. That makes the foggy lack of information she's currently feeling very concerning. She approaches the door and tries to open it, but the doorknob remains locked in place, regardless of the strength with which she tries to move it. Her forces spent, she steps back, considering who can be responsible for her current condition. The various gangs are quickly discarded, for none have the necessary pull to be allowed entry in the Upper Levels, let alone brazenly kidnap her in her own home. The Arbitres would not have been subtle, and if they had evidence of any wrongdoings she and her family would already be there. Concern overwhelms her mind, wondering if her wife and kids share her predicament, or are now lying dead and forgotten in some corner of the Hive-world.
Her current train of thought is interrupted by the sound of the door opening. She turns around to face whoever's coming inside, only for her to freeze when she does see it. Standing on the doorstep, and effortlessly looming over here, stands one of the Angels of Death, clad in the midnight blue of the Mist Shrikes. She recalls seeing them in the parade in celebration of the Victory over the mutant cultists sixteen years ago, how awed she felt seeing them proudly march with weapons in hand and foreignly decorated armors. Now she just feels dread as the Astartes stares at her with a clinical detachment.
"Adept Martas Rojas, please take a seat." The space marine couches as a request, but the situation, alongside the stern tone, leave it quite clear that it is not.
Marta does as ordered, sweat pouring down her brow. "My family, are they unharmed?" She asks quietly, dreading the response of the Space Marine.
"They are." Confirms the marine, which almost prompts Rojas to exhale in relief before he continues speaking. "However, their continued well-being depends on how sincere you are, alongside the manner of your demise."
Her mouth is dry as she speaks, her voice trembling. "Y-you do-don't have the right to…"
"Your detention was approved both by the Arbites and the head of the Administratium in the Sector." The marine interrupts her swiftly. "If you hope for someone to rescue you, you hope in vain, for we are not in Lezo. Now, will you speak, or will I need to pry out the knowledge I seek? Be certain that the second option will be far more painful than the first."
Rojas' eyes meet with that of the Space Marine, and what she sees convinces her of the certainty of what he says. "What would you like to know?"
—---
"So, how did the interrogation go?" You ask your Master of the Watch inside your office. As you ask him this, you offer him a glass of gorionik za usta, one he rejects with a brief shake of his head.
"The Adept cooperated fully once I explained to her the reality of her situation, and once the interrogation was over her memories confirmed the veracity of her responses." Reports Tullius, standing ramrod straight with his hands clasped behind his back. "The information she provided to Saakarbal was accurate for the most part, and it regales us with various plots of fund misappropriations, favor trading, bribery and the demotions, reassignments and/or assassinations of personnel who could have reported this to the Arbites or the Lord Sector, including a failed murder attempt on Saakarbal with a bomb planted on his private gunship. The only details that were falsified were the links between those criminal activities and Lord Admiral Adhebal."
"Not that we suspected him, but it is good that we can confirm his innocence." You interject, taking a sip from the glass you offered Apollodorus, making an pleased groan as the liquid burns down your mouth and throat. "Do we know where she got the information, to whom does that information incriminate or who ordered the assassination attempt on Saakarbal?"
Tullius scoffs disdainfully. "It would be faster for me to tell you who isn't involved. All the forerunners in the dispute for the command of Battlefleet Aetelian have partake in the corruption in one way or another, including Adherbal´s own nephew. She obtained most of this information when she worked in the Administratum branch that interacts with the logistical branch of the Navy, but the knowledge on the assassination attempts comes from another source. Juan de Altamira, who was then a Navy Captain under the command of Admiral Cervera."
You feel bile rise on your throat at the reminder how widespread the corruption in the Navy is, and you focus back on the rest of the information that Tullius relayed to you, because if you don´t you will start to dwell again on how you will need to play nice with one of those wretches once they ascend to Lord Admiral. "Admiral Cervera? That's the one who was supposed to defend Lezo during the Genestealer uprising, but instead chose to chase after fleeing ships right?"
"The same, and one of the aforementioned candidates for the leadership of Battlefleet Aetelian. Coincidentally, he is one of the most corrupt candidates, at least according to the information that Rojas passed along to Sakaarbal." Confirms Tullius.
You place the glass back on your desk, and take a deep breath to calm yourself. "Well done Tullius, I will call you once more when I have decided what we will do with this information."
Tullius makes the sign of the Aquila and exits your quarters, leaving you alone with your own budding anger.
-Adept Marta Rojas captured and interrogated. The information she provided to Saakarbal was falsified by her under the request of Commodore Juan de Altamira, a subordinate of Admiral Cervera.
-New option added.
-Relationship with Adept Beltrán Trastámara de Olivares reduced to Bad+
Jalente System, Carybdis Subsector, Aetelian Sector 786 M41
Abraham Harker Fellowship roll 4d10= 5, 3, 8, 10= 3 Successes
Ayano Mitsuhide Fellowship roll 4d10= 9, 8, 8, 6= 4 Successes
Ayano Mitsuhide Fellowship roll 4d10= 9, 8, 8, 6= 4 Successes
Half a century later, you´re back into the system where you emerged into this disconcerting future. So much has changed since then, for when you arrived in a battered Battle-Barge, you and your three brothers were the last remnant of what your Legion had once been, instead of the…..thing it is now. Now you are the head and founder of your own Chapter, a new chance to regain that which the Legion has lost; at the risk of tempting fate, it is going rather well. A good example of that is the nine brothers that now surround you, your Honor Guard tense as you all walk through the Inquisitorial Fortress, hands on the handles of their weapons as they meet the gaze of the patrolling stormtroopers. You understand their apprehension, and know that the fortress design blocking your vox communications doesn't help matters, but it is not one you share yourself. Not that you´re not cautious, for there aren't meetings with as much potential to go wrong as this one, but you know that if the worst comes to pass, you will be doomed whenever you are able to fight your way through or not. After all, surviving an escape from here and returning to Lcutus would force you to rise in rebellion.
And you will never rebel against the Emperor´s realm, you´ll die before that.
With those thoughts clouding your mind, you reach the entryway to the chamber where the Inquisitors are meeting. There is an eclectic group of people there, which you guess are the retinues of each of the meeting Inquisitors. Ogryns, Stormtroopers, Imperial Guardsmen, members of Crusader Houses, Tech-priests, Sisters of Battle, ganger scum, Imperial preachers, Arbites.... There is even an Eldar Ranger and one of your cousins in the Angels Crusader, both of them glaring at the other. Standing in their own group are the members of Mitsuhide retinue, which you recognize thanks to your brothers reports, and on the opposite side of the room stands a squad of Stormtroopers, accompanying a blonde woman in her late thirties with short hair and blue eyes. She sees you, and her face pales faster than someone dying of blood loss. Out of the corner of your eyes you see Lepidus hitting Thrax lightly with his elbow to grab his attention, before pointing at the woman with a brief movement of his head. Thrax tenses, but refrains himself from doing anything. One of the Stormtroopers, who is standing guard near the door instead of just milling about, addresses you.
"Chapter Master, the Inquisitors are willing to receive you. Your retinue must remain here alongside the others." You glance back at Alesios, and the way he nods at you with a resolute expression tells you that he will carry out your unspoken instructions of keeping your Honor Guard in check. With that, you step forward as the doors are opened for you.
The place where the Inquisitors meet is a conference room seemingly designed for that explicit purpose. The space is dominated by a horseshoe-shaped table, one that allows every Inquisitor to face one another and that forces any petitioner or summoned individual to stand at the center, surrounded by the scrutinizing stares of the members of the Holy Ordos. A daunting prospect for most people, but one that you step forward to fearlessly. The table itself was clearly made for more than the eight men and women that it currently hosts, which is made evident by the multiple empty seats that are placed before them. Your gaze immediately falls first on the two members of the Ordo Hereticus that you´ve already met before. Harker´s face is carefully blank, while the shadow of a smirk tugs at Mitsuhide´s lips, which instantly makes you wary of the man in question.
Severus Fellowship roll 8+1=9d10 (SC 4+2(Mitsuhide Interference)-1(Conclave Musing Omake)= SC 5)= 5, 2, 4, 8, 9, 9, 4, 7, 5= 4 Successes
Severus Fellowship roll 8+1=9d10 (SC 3+2-1= SC 4)= 9, 7, 9, 7, 3, 9, 5, 4, 2= 5 Successes
Severus Fellowship roll 8+1=9d10 (SC 3+2-1= SC 4)= 9, 7, 9, 7, 3, 9, 5, 4, 2= 5 Successes
Those glances are done in the span of a second, just before one of the Inquisitors speaks up. "Chapter Master Severus, on behalf of the Holy Ordos, we thank you for responding so promptly to our summons." You recognize him from the data gathered by your Master of the Watch as Durante Clerici. The Inquisitor of the Ordo Malleus is old, sporting the telltale sign of multiple juvenant treatments. He's bald, with thick eyebrows over two augmentic eyes and what used to be a hook nose before half of it got messily torn off. He´s clad in carapace armor, one which is covered in purity seals, with a copy of the Lectitio Divinitatus hanging by a thick chain on his hip.
"Me and my Chapter are always willing to cooperate with fellow servants of the Emperor!" Your answer draws a scoff from one of the Inquisitors on your side.
"You sucking up to Harker definitely proves that!" The woman who scoffs comments snidely. An older woman, short gray hair cut in a bob and a sneer on scarred lips, clad in scarred yet functional suit of Sororitas Power armor in the green and red of the Order of the Thorned Spear, which identifies her as Fithir Mic Fiaraín of the Ordo Hereticus. The woman also glares at Harker, who is completely unfazed by it. .
"C´mon Fithir, don´t be like that!" Argues a middle-aged, blond-haired inquisitor that is dressed in the worn robes of a missionary of the Ecclesiarchy. He smiles, revealing black-stained teeth that proves that Emilio de Cardenas earned his sobriquet. "Despite what dear Ayano-" Mitsuhide scowls at Emilio "-has told us, and what we know, we can't deny that they have been helpful with that awful business with De Wiart."
"Well, now that we know he was behind all those "accidents" every member of the Ordo Machinum that came into the sector, perhaps we can get a peer that lasts more than a decade." Echoes wryly a tall man bustling with muscle, red hair styled in a long braid with his sides shaved, a long, knotted beard hiding his lower face and dataports in the left side of his hair. He wears military fatigues, and a pendant of an Aquila shines proudly in his neck. "But nevertheless, we should start talking about what we have called you here." Firthir looks at both of them with eyes filled with disdain but she doesn't give further comment.
"That would be indeed appreciated." You add, taking measure of the conclave general mood. You would not call it hostile, but there is clear displeasure on some of the Inquisitors present that appears whenever their attention falls back to him.
"The reason you have been called is your preparations for the invasions of the Eyes of the Mutator homeworld" Explains Inquisitor Seble Bereket in a female, modulated voice. Nothing can be discerned of her appearance, for she is covered by a golden mask shaped as a woman´s stern visage and heavy robes of brown and orange. "We are….displeased by how sluggishly you are responding to this threat."
You frown momentarily, smoothing it over quickly as you argue in defense of yourself. "It is the invasion of three planets that host a chaos warband, their servants and their warships. It is an undertaking that requires extensive preparations and numbers, and I am taking the appropriate steps to ensure that the campaign will be prosecuted with the adequate numbers and equipment to ensure victory." A quick examination of the assembled inquisitors tells you that they are not convinced by this argument.
"Preparations are one thing, what you are doing is dithering!" Accuses Firthir, pointing an armored finger at you. "Of what use is the intel you may possess after seventeen years! You've squandered whatever advantage you might have by sitting on it!"
Before you can answer that accusation, Inquisitor Leifson opens his mouth first, the humor of his previous comment gone. "While my colleagues' words are perhaps overly harsh, we do think that the invasion has been delayed long enough. We would like to suggest," The tone in which the word "suggest" tells you that they are all but ordering you, prevented only by the limits of their authority. "That the invasion took place in the next decade at the latest, lest the foul heretics are given more time to prepare their resistance."
Most of the other inquisitors echoe their agreement with what Leifson has said, the only exception being Harker, whose expression remains completely blank. Your jaw is tense as you reply. "I will take your recommendation into account. Now, is there anything else that you require of me?"
Now it is Mitsuhide's turn to speak. "Well, Chapter Master Severus, we couldn't help but notice how much favor you have been bestowing into our "esteemed" colleague Harker. We are curious about the reasons for such…preference."
You fix the Boshinese Inquisitor with a raised eyebrow. "The reasons are quite simple Inquisitor. When me and my brethren arrived at the Sector, it was Inquisitor Harker who first approached us with requests of cooperation. We appreciate such a show of confidence, and that's why we have endeavored to maintain close links to him, the same we would have done had it been any other Inquisitor."
"Still, to be granted almost a full squad of Astartes is a mighty boon." Presses Mitsuhide. "What has he done to earn such honor?"
You smile. "He asked for it, the same as any of you could do. Then again, if they are such a mighty boon, why did you not request them when we met in Lezo? Do you have any secrets you rather we would not be privy of? Something…dangerous to be hidden?"
Mitsuhide is too composed to let anything show, but her fellow members of the Ordos are suddenly paying more attention to her. She doesn´t keep talking, so it is de Cardenas who fills the silence. "We might take you on that offer." He says cheerfully "I can already picture the heretics' faces when they see you busting down their hovels."
What follows after that is a brief conversation on the different threats that the Aetelian Sector fazes, after which you are summarily dismissed.
—----
"Was there any purpose other than to berate me for my preparations for the campaign against the Eyes of the Mutator? Or was the main reason wasting my time?" You ask Harker in the landing pad where the Thunderhawk you came in is stationed. Both your Honor Guard and the Inquisitors agents had made sure that the location had been completely swept of bugs, which is why you´re actually speaking with him.
"Mostly they wanted to take the measure of you." Answers Harker as he straightens his greatcoat. "Mitsuhide has been taking advantage of our close relation to poison their opinion of both of us. You have handled that decently enough. As for the campaign, the Eyes of the Mutator had been a great threat to the Sector for millenia, and they are eager to finally get rid of it."
"Speaking of Mitsuhide, have you made any progress in acquiring proof of her misdeeds?" You ask him, and the frustrated expression you receive in response angers you.
"It is a complicated matter. Mitsuhide´s agents are subtle, and the inactivity of her Astartes contacts do not help matters. My agents are following some promising leads, but it is a slow endeavor. Another issue is that apart from the matter of Sanction and her political maneuvering with Adept Tratámara, I have not been able to find any other reprehensible actions, and the business with the Administratum is easily dismissable."
Far from mollifying you, his explanation angers you further. "From what I´ve seen Inquisitor, Mitsuhide is anything but subtle. And yet, despiste spending four decades on her trail, the only thing you can give me regarding a matter as serious as the one she´s involving is that you´re following some leads?" You don't raise your voice, but the thunderous cast of your visage expresses well enough how displeased you are. "What could possibly excuse such a lack of results? Because there is truly a lack of results, or are you hiding something from me?" You lean closer to Harker, who remains outwardly composed, even if you can hear the slightest increase in his heartbeat. Whatever he is about to respond goes unsaid, for both of you turn your heads away to look in the direction from where footsteps are approaching.
Walking towards the both of you is the only Inquisitor who did not speak during the meeting, Nashrin Khosravi of the Ordo Xenos. The woman is what most mortals would consider a vision of beauty. Smooth, bronze skin, a shapely tall figure and long silky black hair alongside a face with long eyelashes, full lips and an Aegyptian nose. She wears clothing fitting for the richest of nobles in the Sector, and the sound of her sandals echoes as she walks towards you.
"Am I interrupting something?" She asks, her voice husky and tinged with a marked accent.
Harker responds before you do so. "You are not. I was already leaving." He moves in order to leave but before he does so he addresses you one last time in a soft whisper, low enough that Nashrin can´t hear him but that you do. "Believe what you will, but I´ve been sincere to you Chapter Master."
He briskly walks away, leaving you alone with the members of the Ordo Xenos. "What do you require of me, Inquisitor Khosravi?"
"Do you stand by what you said about being willing to offer our assistance to any of us?" You merely nod. "Good, then I might need your services in an endeavor that requires…discretion. I will tell you the details at a later date. May the God-Emperor favor you, Chapter Master."
With that, the Inquisitor walks away. You enter the Thunderhawk, utterly spent with heirs of Malcador.
-Officially meet with the Aetelian Inquisitorial Contact.
-The Council insists on the Cleansing of Yerma taking place at turn 12 at the latest. Delaying further will come with relation loss with all Inquisitors except for Harker.
-Other Inquisitors would appreciate Astartes in their retinues. Relationship loss for their lack has been prevented.
Seibourc System, Karostei Subsector, Aetelian Sector 788 M41
Severus Fellowship roll 8+1=9d10 (SC 3+1(Guard Tithe)-1(Relationship)= SC 3)= 9, 3, 7, 10, 9, 7, 6, 7 10= 10 Successes, Critical Success
When you entered the throne room of Lezo for the first time, you thought that the place was garish, but you had seen worse examples of ostentatious lack of taste. The throne room of the King of Seibourc´s palace, with the endless row of golden statues, the floor of polished marble dotted with diamonds, the fountain in the middle of the chamber that spews wine, the hundred chandeliers so clustered together that they cannot swing for they are immobilized by the others and the potent, multicolored spotlights that are stabbing into your uncovered eyes, have earned squarely their position as one of those examples.
The people are not any better. The myriad of nobles milling about the place are dressed in gauche outfits and outlandish hairstyles, most of which suffer damaged as they cluster around you as you come inside, an indistinct racket of flattery, begging and sycophantic praise coming from dozens of throats as they try to grab your attention. Your honor guard, with helmets on and weapons bared, forms a cordon around you, keeping the petitioners away from you. To the relief of your strained ears, most of them clear away as you come at the foot of the throne, which is a 10 meter monstrosity of platinum and emeralds. The king in question is a small, pudgy middle-aged looking man with a droopy face, who appears to be almost drowning amidst the multiple cushions in the throne and the ermine-lined coat he wears. At his side stands a severe-looking woman in a far more simple, and tasteful, outfit.
"King Louis LXIV," Starts announcing the woman with the cadence of a professional cryer." of the Most Noble and Virtuous House du Soleil, Master of Seibourc, the Wise, the Brave, the Strong, the Handsome, the Prudent, the Humble, Holder of the One-Hundred-and-One Keys, Wisest amongst Rulers, Grand Marshal of the Planetary Defense Forces, Vanquisher of Xenos, Smiter of Heretics, Champion of the Faithful, Blessed Chosen of the God-Emperor for the Stewardship and Rulership of the Most Great and Prosperous World of Seibourc, receives Severus, Holy Angel of Death, Scion of the Illustrious Son of the God-Emperor Corvus Corax, Supreme and undisputed Master of the Mist Shrikes Chapter of the Adeptus Astartes and Hero of Lezo, alongside his stalwart companions!! He may now speak his request."
You can't help but frown slightly at the amount of titles the King has bestowed upon himself, and you're all but certain that some members of your Honor Guards are openly laughing on their own channel. Nevertheless, it provides you an opportunity to get what you want desire out of this audience, even if it is distasteful that you have to resort to base flattery and stroking his ego.
"King Louis, I bring to your attention a trifling request, one that with your peerless wisdom and unmatched prosperity would only require the smallest exertion from your august self." Curiosity and interest spark in the King's eyes, who stops slouching on his throne and pays attention to what you´re saying. The woman that acts as his senechal adopts a wary expression, but she does not dare to interrupt you. "Unfortunately, the homeworld of our Chapter lacks the productive and efficient manofactoriums of your world. For that, we have found ourselves hard-pressed to cover all the industrial needs of our Chapter. For that, I humbly request that you shift a modest part of your peerless industrial capabilities to fulfill our own needs." You hear in the background the crowd of courtiers, nobles and parasites, not that there is much difference between them, mutter excitedly at your words. Even the king wears a pleased grin. The only one who isn´t flattered by your words is the seneschal, who scowls at you for a moment, only to master her expression when she notices your gaze.
"With all due respect, Chapter Master." She starts arguing, drawing the attention of the audience and king. "Our military industry is focused on supplying our Guard regiment. While we are honored beyond measure that you have trusted us with this request, I am sure you can agree that we should not weaken one branch of the Imperium military to help the other."
The pleasant expression on your face remains fixed, even if the rebuke does sting in your hearts. Of course you don't want to weaken other branches of the Imperium, but your chapter needs those resources to kickstart your productive capabilities beyond what you have, which constantly forces you to choose between expanding your arsenal or fixing damage equipment. You take no pleasure in snatching those resources from the brave men and women of the Guard, but you have a duty to your brothers, the Imperium and the Emperor, and the best way to shoulder those duties is to make sure that your brothers are properly equipped.
So you accept the seneschal´s objection with a nod. "I agree that such a requirement would be taxing for most words…" You shift your attention back to the King. "But Seibourc is not like most worlds, is it not? Only an industry that has become so productive as yours could shoulder such a burden, only a stewardship as prodigious and wise as yours, King Louis, deserves the honor of girding the Emperor´s Angels of Death." The visceral distaste that you feel at the religious term is lesser than it first was, and a part of you can´t help but be disquieted by that. "As for the strain that might cause on your regiments, I am certain that it will be minor. After all, my brothers have shared the battlefield with your noble forces, and their reports are filled with glowing praises of their gallantry, courage and skill at arms."
"Even then…" "Enough, Necker." The King interrupts his seneschal with a dismissive gesture. "We have made Our decision. We will graciously bestow upon you the favor you seek."
"But Your Grace, the costs it would take to fulfill those commitments.." The seneschal makes a last attempt to argue her point, only for her to be interrupted once more by the King."
"That is a concern for yourself and the Minister of Industry, not one of Ours. You will do as We demand, or We will find someone else who will." Various cortiers show clear interest at that, and so the seneschal backs down, glaring sullenly at you. "Is there anything else that you require of Us?"
You incline your head slightly. "No, King, we are already grateful for the generosity you have shown us. If you excuse us, we must depart immediately." With those words you turn around and leave, and this time the crowd does keep their distance from you. Your Honor Guard keeps silent until you exit the palace, with Dupont being the first to speak.
"It is disgraceful that we have to kowtow to the ego of some planetary governor." His voice is thick with distaste, and had he worse manners he would probably spit on the floor.
"What would have been disgraceful is to let pride get in the way of getting what we need." Rebukes him harshly Lubomir. Dupont attention shifts towards him, but he does not offer further comment. There is a moment of silence, until Mezei speaks.
"I swear I saw a woman with a hairstyle in the shape of a battleship." His voice mixes amusement and disbelief. "I wasn't the only one that saw that, wasn´t I?"
"I did too." Agrees Pugio, sounding equally disbelieving. "I saw another man stumbling over his own pants."
Martellus turns towards you. "Chapter Master, please do not bring Catilina here, I fear that this assault of the senses will cause him to enact Exterminatus."
You smile at the comment, but do not reply.
-125 BP added per turn thanks to a successful deal with Seibourc. Crit avoids relationship loss with all Seibourc Royales regiments.
Luctus System, Raikan Subsector, Aetelian Sector 786 M41
Grigori Yefimovich Willpower roll 7d10 (SC 3+2(Not a Diviner)=SC 5)= 4, 1, 1, 5, 6, 1 6= 0 Successes, Critical Failure
Who suffers 1d6= 5
Who Suffers 2d4= 1
Zivojin Perils of the Warp roll 1d100+10(Wards) (DC 15/30/50)= 68+10= 78
Who suffers 1d6= 5
Who Suffers 2d4= 1
Zivojin Perils of the Warp roll 1d100+10(Wards) (DC 15/30/50)= 68+10= 78
There is a certain tension in the air as the Librarians of the Mist Shrikes gather to enact the divination ritual. They have taken all the possible precautions, accurately and painstakingly measuring both the needed materials and the distribution of both the ritual circle and the stabilizing braziers and other elements. For Grigori there was an added source of discomfort, that being the fact that this would be the first divination he would attempt without the guidance of his mentor, instead being the one that his own students would look up to for instruction and council. He sat at the center of the ritual circle, Polikhat and his apprentices having taken their own seats around him.
"Before we commence, I must first warn you that discerning the future is a perilous and untrustworthy endeavor." He addresses Zivojin and Grozdan, the two Lexicani focused on what he has to say. "Do not take what you see as certain, for the future is ever-changing and your visions will often be clouded by metaphor or interpretations divergent from human patterns of thought. Do not tax yourself overdue, and if at any moment you feel that the interaction with the Warp starts to overwhelm you, do not push your limit. Countless psykers have doomed themselves and others by grasping beyond what they were meant to handle. With that said, let us begin."
Regulating his breathing, Grigori closes his eyes, entering one of the meditation patterns best suited for divinations performed by various psykers. He hears the other psykers enter the same pattern, the sound of their breathings being the last he hears from the Materium before his mind enters the Warp. Perception and reality cease to have meaning as he enters the Immaterium. He can perceive, or more accurately feel, his brothers with him, close enough to be touched and farther away than Luctus is from Terra.
"Where should we begin?" Is the closest translation in mortal tongues that the mix of feelings, thoughts and intent that Polikhat sends to his own consciousness. The Chief Librarian thinks about it for a relatively short distance before giving his answer, both before and during the time that Polikhat had thought of the question.
"We should begin with Luctus and the immediate future, and depending on how that fares we will move further." The other librarians signal their agreement, and so they….
SOMETHING IS WRONG
He can feel as…. something attacks Zivojin, a presence that his soul recoils from, such is its foulness and sheer aberrance that it is beyond the ability of the young Lexicanum to handle, perhaps beyond what he is able to vanquish, not while shielding his apprentices. Showing that he has taken your lessons to heart, Zivojin does not attempt to fight the creature, choosing instead to disengage and return to the Materium. The rest of Grigori´s brothers, unwilling to test their fortune, quickly follow behind. The Chief Librarian himself considers engaging it, but discards the thought as soon as it appears. He won´t risk a battle until he knows that his brother is safe.
The Chief Librarian opens his eyes. The first thing he sees is Zivojin on all fours, voiding the content of his stomach onto the floor of the Librarius. Your fellow telepath is bleeding from his eyes, ears and nose, not to a dangerous extent but it is still a constant trickle of transhuman vitae.
"Master, I…" The younger Luctusian attempts to speak, but the Chief Librarian is soon upon him, helping him rise to his feet as he inspects the mind of his charge.
"Conserve your strength Zivojin, you´ve done as best as you are able." Says Grigori soothingly as soon as he confirms that now taint has seeped into the Lexicanum's soul. "Grozdan, take Zivojin to the Apothecarion, I will be right behind you."
His other apprentice does as ordered, assisting his fellow Lexicani by placing his hand onto his shoulder and assisting in carrying his own weight. Grigori remains behind with Polikhat, the Codicier busy gathering the spent materials for disposal.
"That thing was not a mere predator in the Sea of Souls." Comments Ivan grimly. "It targeted us when he felt us start the divination, not before."
Grigori concurs with the assessment, his mind already thinking about what is that thing.
-Divination fails Catastrophically. Further consequences avoided
-New options unlocked.
Luctus System, Raikan Subsector, Aetelian Sector 787 M41
Apothecarium Expansion Progress 1d100= 70+32=102/75
Valzadai Intelligence roll 9d10= 9, 6, 8, 5, 1, 6, 6, 10, 7= 7 Successes= 20/90
Valzadai Intelligence roll 9d10= 6, 7, 6, 9, 1, 6, 6, 10, 6= 7 Successes= 21/18, 3/30
Valzadai Intelligence roll 9d10= 7, 5, 5, 10, 5, 2, 3, 8, 7= 5 Successes= 5/13
Karark Zel Intelligence roll 8d10= 7, 6, 2, 3, 10, 3, 8, 4= 5 Successes= 5/10
Valzadai Intelligence roll 9d10= 6, 7, 6, 9, 1, 6, 6, 10, 6= 7 Successes= 21/18, 3/30
Valzadai Intelligence roll 9d10= 7, 5, 5, 10, 5, 2, 3, 8, 7= 5 Successes= 5/13
Karark Zel Intelligence roll 8d10= 7, 6, 2, 3, 10, 3, 8, 4= 5 Successes= 5/10
Neophyte Implantation Success roll 1d40=6+2(6x0.25)=8
Techmarine Candidates 1d4-2= 4-2= 2
Apothecary Candidates 1d4-2= 4-2= 2
Chaplain Candidates 1d4-2= 1-2= -1= 0
Techmarine Candidates 1d4-2= 4-2= 2
Apothecary Candidates 1d4-2= 4-2= 2
Chaplain Candidates 1d4-2= 1-2= -1= 0
Siracusa beholds the room once more, in order to ensure that everything is in order. The room is out of the way, which will prevent people from disturbing them. There are enough drinks and seats for everyone coming, and both of their superiors won't need them for the rest of the evening. Satisfied, the Techmarine takes his own seat, pours himself a glass of water and waits for the others to arrive.
The first to do so are his fellow Senior Techmarines, due to him choosing a meeting spot closer to the Forges than to the Apothecarium. Noricum, Capua and Ostia greet him briefly before taking the seats alongside him. Noricum and Capua grab glasses of juice while Ostia follows his example and chooses water. Barely a minute later the Senior Apothecaries enter and occupate the remaining seats. Anodynon choice of drinks is gorionik za usta, which he grabs the whole bottle, while Soran prefers the chifir he pours into a mug. Once everyone is served and seated they raise their cups for the toast they always make since they've started meeting up like this four decades ago.
"For those who have fallen, and for those who will fall." It is not a cheerful toast, and befitting that it is spoken with solemnity at an even tone. The six of them drink, and only once they remove their lips from their chosen beverage does conversation flow.
"Glad we could finally meet, these last years have been…hectic." Opens the conversation Ostia, prompting a short bark of laughter from Noricum and series of amused snorts or eye rolls from the others.
"You truly have a talent for understatements Ostia." Wryly comments Noricum when his laughter abides. "Next, are you going to say that taking a stroll outside is bad for the lungs?" Another brief round of chuckles erupts, Ostia playfully hitting Noricum shoulder in response.
"More seriously, it is good that we managed to make time. I am afraid we will have little occasion to have this meeting going forward." Anodynon tired words cast a pall on the cheerful mood on the reunion, but do not manage to completely smoother it.
"Hard times in the Apothecarion?" Asks Siracusa with sympathy and understanding.
Soran takes a sip of his chifir, letting the strong-tasting drink invigorate him. "Somewhat. The expansion of the Apothecarion is appreciated, even if the presence of so many untested personnel made the Chief Apothecary nervous." The Techmarines exchange a glance at those words, one that carries unspoken several complaints against the Nostroman, but they don´t voice it and neither do the Apothecaries mention the exchange. "We´ve even managed to make another breakthrough on the geneseed issue thanks to the new samples from the Master of Sanctity and the study of Spatha´s vitals, and progress on the Mist and the Marrow Eater autopsies is proceeding at the appropriate pace. The main issue is the Nowalijki implantation."
Capua expresses surprise at the last part. "Really? For what I know that is usually a well-spring of good tidings."
"Yes, which is why going from a batch with a 100% success rate to one with a mere 20% suddenly raises alarms." Takes over Anodynon. "We are working overtime trying to discern the possible causes, and that coupled with instructing the new ones is making most of us take double shifts." He shakes his head briefly. "Anyhow, how is your work going?"
"Quite well actually." Replies Noricum cheerfully. "Busy, to be sure, but the instruction we are receiving from the Master of the Forge is inspiring!" Now it is the Apothecaries who exchange glances at the adoration with which Karark Zel is mentioned. "The mechanisms of the Volkite weaponry and the Plasma Blasters are awe-inspiring. It is a wondrous experience. And that's without speaking about the device we retrieved from Adapost."
"We better not speak about the device indeed." Says Siracusa, halfway annoyed and halfway in jest. "We´ve discovered that the machine manipulated the fauna using infrasounds, but the Machine Spirit and most of the control and power mechanism were destroyed by the shots which deactivated it." He mutters between his teeth something that sounds like "frakking Tullius". "Anyhow, we´ve also had issues reaching an accord with the Blazing Warden techmarines on whether or not reroute the power cables on the outer sections on the orbital rings, and Capua here is spending plenty of time coordinating with Master Fretensis about the equipment which we will bestow on our veterans."
Soran empties his mug. "Well, I think we have spoken enough of the responsibilities of our stations. Now that you mentioned both Adapost and the Master of the Arsenal, what happened to those two marines who crashed that Rhino? I don't think I've heard how it ended."
Amused grins bloom on the lips of the Techmarines. "Oh, you are not going to believe this." Starts Noricum. "So, when Fretensis brough the two of them before the Master of the Forge…."
Choose what weapon loadouts to fulfill. Place the vote in order of priority equipment:
-[] Command Squads: Suggested loadout consists on Mk.VIII "Errant" Armor, Two Boarding Shields, 2 Storm Bolters, 1 Melta Gun, 1 Plasma Gun, 2 Power Swords, 2 Power Axes, and 1 Headsman Axe. 10th Company Command Squad would have Prototype Mk.VI "Corvus" Power Armor instead. (Covering the total cost of the remaining equipment to fulfill the loadout would come up to 71BP for the first command squad, 76BP for the rest. 26BP for the 10th Company Command Squad if chosen with priority, 226BP if not chosen with priority.)
–[] Write-in how many command squads you want to equip and for what company you want it if you don´t choose all squads.
-[] Company Champions: Suggested loadout consists on Mk.VIII "Errant" Armor, 3 Storm Shields, 2 Power Swords, 1 Power Axe, 2 Thunderhammer and 1 Chainglaive. Champion of the 10th would have Prototype Mk.VI "Corvus" Power Armor instead (Covering the total cost of the remaining equipment to fulfill the loadout would come up to 25BP each for the 2nd and 3rd Company Champions, 20BP for the 6th Company Champion if picked first, 25BP otherwise, 30BP each for the 7th and 9th Company Champions, 10BP for the 10th Company Champions if picked first, 60BP otherwise.)
–[] Write-in how many Company Champions you want to equip and for what company you want it if you don´t choose all Companies.
-[] Sharpshooter Veterans: Suggested loadout consists on Prototype Mk.VI "Corvus" Power Armor, Camelonine Cloaks, 30 Stalker Bolters, 15 Kraken-Pattern Bolters and 5 Power Swords. (Covering the total cost of the remaining equipment to fulfill the loadout would come up to 73BP per squad if picked first, 473BP otherwise.)
–[] Write-in how many Sharpshooter Squads you want to equip.
–[] Vanguard Veterans: Suggested loadout consists on Prototype Mk.VI "Corvus" Power Armor, Camelonine Cloaks, 50 Power Swords and 10 Melta guns. (Covering the total cost of the remaining equipment to fulfill the loadout would come up to 100BP per Squad if picked first, 500BP otherwise.)
-–[] Write-in how many Vanguard Squads you want to equip.
-[] I do not wish to fulfill any loadouts yet.
-[] I do not like these load-outs:
–[] Write-In suggested loadouts and for what role they are intended. I will give them a cost if you do not put it in the suggestion.
-Apothecarion expansion completed. 10% reduction on successes needed for all projects.
-4 Nowalijki gained, Techmarines candidates Beriz and Zikret gained. Apothecaries in training István and Fehér gained. 40 Progenoids spent.
-Senior Techmarines instructed on Great Crusade Era technologies, all Great-Crusade Era Techmarine requirements changed to Senior Techmarine requirements.
-Future prophets have 1d10+2 remaining lifespan instead of just 1d10.
Luctus System, Raikan Subsector, Aetelian Sector 789 M41
Recruitment rolls 2d100+10/2+10(Of Fashion and Breakfasts)= (99+10)+51(+10)/2+10= 170/2+10= 85+10= 95
Psyker Recruitment rolls 1d4-2= 4-2= 2
Willpower training roll 6d50= 45, 33, 14, 37,13, 10, 26, 42= 197
Emilianus Pluvia Willpower training 6d50= 39, 9,1, 32, 29, 7, 13, 28= 150
Mikhail Vitalievich Willpower training 6d50=9, 23, 2, 41, 39, 47, 9, 34= 193
Secutor Willpower training 6d50= 30, 34, 44,10, 30, 32, 26= 196
Psyker Recruitment rolls 1d4-2= 4-2= 2
Willpower training roll 6d50= 45, 33, 14, 37,
Emilianus Pluvia Willpower training 6d50= 39, 9,
Mikhail Vitalievich Willpower training 6d50=
Secutor Willpower training 6d50= 30, 34, 44,
-Karark Zel gains 100 Intelligence XP
-Myrok Kuthil gains 60 Weapon Skill XP
-Myrok Kuthil gains 50 Fellowship XP
-Constantinus Logos gains 30 Weapon Skill XP
-Aelius Catilina gains 30 Intelligence XP
-Aelius Catilina gains 30 Weapon Skill XP
-Marcius Hostilius Gains 100 Intelligence XP
-Marcius Hostilius Gains 30 Fellowship XP
-Gallienus gains 30 Ballistic Skill
-Emilianus Pluvia gains 30 Ballistic Skill XP
-Emilianus Pluvia gains 30 Perception XP
-Falce gains 60 Weapon Skill Skill XP
-Severus gains 90 Fellowship XP
-Valzadai gains 100 Intelligence XP
-Grigori Yefimovich gains 60 Willpower XP
-Secutor gains 90 Weapon Skill XP
-Secutor gains 30 Agility XP
-Mikhail Vitalievich gains 30 Intelligence XP
-Mikhail Vitalievich gains 30 Fellowship Skill XP
-Domician gains 50 Fellowship XP
-Tullius Apollodorus gains 50 Fellowship XP
-Paulus Numerian gains 50 Fellowship XP
-Cato Utica gains 50 Fellowship XP
-Marcus Fretensis gains 50 Fellowship XP
-Average Marine gains 60 Ballistic Skill XP
-Average Marine gains 60 Weapon Skill XP
-Average Marine gains 30 Willpower Skill XP
-Average Marine gains 90 Toughness XP
-Myrok Kuthil gains 60 Weapon Skill XP
-Myrok Kuthil gains 50 Fellowship XP
-Constantinus Logos gains 30 Weapon Skill XP
-Aelius Catilina gains 30 Intelligence XP
-Aelius Catilina gains 30 Weapon Skill XP
-Marcius Hostilius Gains 100 Intelligence XP
-Marcius Hostilius Gains 30 Fellowship XP
-Gallienus gains 30 Ballistic Skill
-Emilianus Pluvia gains 30 Ballistic Skill XP
-Emilianus Pluvia gains 30 Perception XP
-Falce gains 60 Weapon Skill Skill XP
-Severus gains 90 Fellowship XP
-Valzadai gains 100 Intelligence XP
-Grigori Yefimovich gains 60 Willpower XP
-Secutor gains 90 Weapon Skill XP
-Secutor gains 30 Agility XP
-Mikhail Vitalievich gains 30 Intelligence XP
-Mikhail Vitalievich gains 30 Fellowship Skill XP
-Domician gains 50 Fellowship XP
-Tullius Apollodorus gains 50 Fellowship XP
-Paulus Numerian gains 50 Fellowship XP
-Cato Utica gains 50 Fellowship XP
-Marcus Fretensis gains 50 Fellowship XP
-Average Marine gains 60 Ballistic Skill XP
-Average Marine gains 60 Weapon Skill XP
-Average Marine gains 30 Willpower Skill XP
-Average Marine gains 90 Toughness XP
The gates of any of the Refuges in Luctus are places with little transit. While trade and Stalker parties, or PDF troops as they are called now, do often leave the safety of the Blessed bunkers, the journeys to even the closest destinations are perilous things, and not all who depart return, if any return at all. Ubezhische is no exception for this, even if they do have one regular occasion with plenty of traffic.
As he has done for the last few years, Savelyi Chelpanov watches from inside the security room as the by now usual troupe of kids leaves the Refuges gates. Gate duty was something reserved from the oldest members of the Ubezhische Refuge Security, which Savelyi now qualifies as, seeing that he's pushing seventy. The pic-casts of the security room, a blessed relic from the Golden Age of Humanity, transmit every detail of the departing boys. How ill-fitting their suits and gasmasks are, how big the Autoguns they have been provided look in their hands. How some of them are practically skipping in excitement, some clasp their hands in prayer, some examine the outside of the Refuge and others shake, reasonable dread barely overcome by either praiseworthy courage or naive self-assurance. He isn't the only one observing, despite being alone in the security room. Outside stands an Angel of Death, his expression hidden by the black skull-faced helm that he wears. Savelyi wonders if the Angel feels the same sorrow he feels whenever he sees them leave. Very few of those who depart return, and those that do so arrive broken by the experience, relaying tearfully tales of death and suffering that make most people's hearts heavy with sorrow and Stalkers nod with grim sympathy. A scant few join those guilds, seeking to either conquer the trauma or too molded by it, but most remain in Ubezhische and try to put their past behind by finding honest work. None of the Angels who come to bring new recruits or to help Refuge Security are from home, and as such the families of the local boys can only desperately hope that their sons, brothers and grandsons manage to reach the end of their journey and ascend.
His grandson is reaching the earlier age in which aspirants volunteer, he remembers as the boys march beyond the reach of the pic-casts. There might be honor and sacrifice, Savelyi concedes, but he will be dead before he sees his grandson leave through the gates.
-93 Neophytes gained, 24 Marines gained
-Psyker Neophytes Rajko and Vedran Czermak.
-Karark Zel Intelligence increases to 9
-Average Marine Willpower increases to 6
-Chapter Serfs training is raised to Drilled.
-Spatha recovers 5+2+3=10 Lucidity. New Lucidity at 62/100.
The refuge of Kryjowka has been completely resettled, and so the Luctusian government has commenced debating which of the known abandoned Refuges shall be resettled next. Casualties sustained by the PDF regiments involved in the siege of Adapost have been refilled, and the absence of the sheer quantity of wildlife that died there has made land routes around the place safer that they have ever been.
On more foreign matters, we have received the first messages of our veteran brothers assigned beyond the Chapters. Instead of remaining in Watch-Fortress Veles they have been spread out amongst other Watch-Fortresses in the wider Segmentum. Most report that the reception they have received from their cousins has been cold at best and disdainful at worst, except for counted exceptions.
Those assigned to Inquisitor Harker have been kept away from any sort of operation or investigation against Mitsuhide, under the argument that they are "assets more suited for wet-work than detective work." As such, they´ve spent these years busy with cult exterminations. Recently, they have been helping one of Harker´s interrogators, Seras Westenra, in operations against an intinerant Slaaneshi cult known as the Mammonian Society.
On more foreign matters, we have received the first messages of our veteran brothers assigned beyond the Chapters. Instead of remaining in Watch-Fortress Veles they have been spread out amongst other Watch-Fortresses in the wider Segmentum. Most report that the reception they have received from their cousins has been cold at best and disdainful at worst, except for counted exceptions.
Those assigned to Inquisitor Harker have been kept away from any sort of operation or investigation against Mitsuhide, under the argument that they are "assets more suited for wet-work than detective work." As such, they´ve spent these years busy with cult exterminations. Recently, they have been helping one of Harker´s interrogators, Seras Westenra, in operations against an intinerant Slaaneshi cult known as the Mammonian Society.
QM Notes: Hi, this time I will leave a moratorium before opening the vote so that people can suggest loadouts and have them considered for the vote. Speaking of votes, culture vote will be the next after this one. Informational has also been updated and as always I appreciate you pointing out any spelling mistakes you
On other note, how do you put text in that weird, disjointed way some people use for the warp or creepy effects, because I want to use it and I'm too dumb to figure out how. Have a nice day!!
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So it turns out I was correct when I guessed that some people don't like how long we're taking with dealing with the EotM. Yay.
So yeah, it looks like we're going to need to do that sooner than later, which means do we do it next turn, or the turn after? Personally I want to get it done next turn so we don't have to worry about them in the future
So yeah, it looks like we're going to need to do that sooner than later, which means do we do it next turn, or the turn after? Personally I want to get it done next turn so we don't have to worry about them in the future
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
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Also we know something is keeping a eye on us.
This wasn't opportunistic, this was planned
@ThunderOwl when is the relic roll
So, regarding loadouts.
Sharpshooters imo would need something harder hitting alongside all that anti infantry firepower. A lascannon maybe?
On vanguards, do not see the point of meltaguns tbh. I would much rather give them different melee weapons and possibly some fancy pistols.
Command squads are fine as a do everything well loadout although if possible we should upgrade boarding shields to storm shields.
Sharpshooters imo would need something harder hitting alongside all that anti infantry firepower. A lascannon maybe?
On vanguards, do not see the point of meltaguns tbh. I would much rather give them different melee weapons and possibly some fancy pistols.
Command squads are fine as a do everything well loadout although if possible we should upgrade boarding shields to storm shields.
Man those 125 points that we got from the crit with talking to the King will help us a lot, with it we are a little bit closer to get our manufacturing increase more and more, i hope that sooner than later we can get our own military-industrial complex going on and get more BPs with more manufacturiums in the Planet.
And talking about the Planet how much population does it have now, i hope that at least it double the population because its been 52 years since we decided to make it our homeworld and well more pop is always good because we can get more candidates for the Chapter.
And talking about the Planet how much population does it have now, i hope that at least it double the population because its been 52 years since we decided to make it our homeworld and well more pop is always good because we can get more candidates for the Chapter.
Turn 12 i say we need more allies so turn 11 we spent all of Severus actions on that
In the Culture Vote.
It depends on what else is going on in the Sector next turn and if we can bring in people on the same turn we launch the attack. I really think we should bring in the Angels Crusader on this. They've got quite the grudge against the Eyes of the Mutator after all.
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-[] I do not like these load-outs:
–[] Replace the Vanguard Scout's Melta Guns with Inferno Pistols
@ThunderOwl , we do know how to make Inferno Pistols, right?
–[] Replace the Vanguard Scout's Melta Guns with Inferno Pistols
@ThunderOwl , we do know how to make Inferno Pistols, right?
We cant he vetoed Inferno pistols in the chapter creation turns