Noroboro
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Loyalty is its own Reward (A Traitor Legion Chapter Master Quest)
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An Angel of Death is still an Angel
An Angel of Death is still an Angel
Grigori Rasputin didn' consider himself anything special when it came to his brothers. He was a solid tactical marine serving in the 3rd company.
He wasn't a great Chapter hero like Spatha had been before being entombed. He wasn't as boisterous as Logos. No he was about as standard as one of his brothers could be. His story was not one that would be remembered. At least so he thought until he pushed his brother out of the way of an incoming attack, and got sent crashing to the ground.
Then he was no longer with his company. No now he watched a giant battle where he could see his brothers, and marines wearing the color of various chapters all battling the spiked armored form of Traitor marines. He saw as the Chapter Master and his Honor Guard cut their way through the traitor's lines. He saw a warp portal open as Daemon steps out, behind the chapter master, and strikes in a blow that the Great Crusade Veteran wasn't ready for.
Only for the Blow to be intercepted not by one of the vaunted Honor Guard, but by a regular marine. One that stands no chance against the daemon alone, as Grigori watches the Daemon slam Warp Lightning into the poor marine sending him crashing to the ground, and as the Daemon advances towards the Chapter Master who has managed to ready a defense.
The Daemon screams in surprise, and pain striking down with it's staff to crush the tactical marine that had grabbed it's leg, and drove his combat knife deep into the ankle of the fiend.
That brief moment was all Severus needed to change from a hastily raised defense, to slamming his Chainglaive into the neverborn's throat, and cleaving down, sending the bastard back to the warp from whence it came.
Grigor looks to the mortally wounded marine. His armor crushed, his helmet shattered, and his face revealed. Grigori's own face in fact, and a sudden realization hit the Astartes.
This is his fate, this is how he is to die. While he may be a son of Corvus Corax, and not the Great Angel it seems his fate is too much like Sanguinius go into a battle he knows he will lose to allow for the greater victory.
Grigori awakens in the apothecary of the Fortress Monastery, and a resolute calm overtakes him. He now knows how he shall die, and it's a death he is more than willing to accept. Let all that face him come for until that fateful battle is had he can not allow himself to fall.
So had listened to a thing on Sanguinius which got me thinking about how he went into the final fight knowing he'd lose, but he did it anyway, and that always spoke something to me so I thought I'd introduce someone with something similar. I originally had the vision be much more obviously about the Campaign of Yerma, but decided to make it more vague to feel more vision like, and to leave more options open.
Grigori Rasputin didn' consider himself anything special when it came to his brothers. He was a solid tactical marine serving in the 3rd company.
He wasn't a great Chapter hero like Spatha had been before being entombed. He wasn't as boisterous as Logos. No he was about as standard as one of his brothers could be. His story was not one that would be remembered. At least so he thought until he pushed his brother out of the way of an incoming attack, and got sent crashing to the ground.
Then he was no longer with his company. No now he watched a giant battle where he could see his brothers, and marines wearing the color of various chapters all battling the spiked armored form of Traitor marines. He saw as the Chapter Master and his Honor Guard cut their way through the traitor's lines. He saw a warp portal open as Daemon steps out, behind the chapter master, and strikes in a blow that the Great Crusade Veteran wasn't ready for.
Only for the Blow to be intercepted not by one of the vaunted Honor Guard, but by a regular marine. One that stands no chance against the daemon alone, as Grigori watches the Daemon slam Warp Lightning into the poor marine sending him crashing to the ground, and as the Daemon advances towards the Chapter Master who has managed to ready a defense.
The Daemon screams in surprise, and pain striking down with it's staff to crush the tactical marine that had grabbed it's leg, and drove his combat knife deep into the ankle of the fiend.
That brief moment was all Severus needed to change from a hastily raised defense, to slamming his Chainglaive into the neverborn's throat, and cleaving down, sending the bastard back to the warp from whence it came.
Grigor looks to the mortally wounded marine. His armor crushed, his helmet shattered, and his face revealed. Grigori's own face in fact, and a sudden realization hit the Astartes.
This is his fate, this is how he is to die. While he may be a son of Corvus Corax, and not the Great Angel it seems his fate is too much like Sanguinius go into a battle he knows he will lose to allow for the greater victory.
Grigori awakens in the apothecary of the Fortress Monastery, and a resolute calm overtakes him. He now knows how he shall die, and it's a death he is more than willing to accept. Let all that face him come for until that fateful battle is had he can not allow himself to fall.
So had listened to a thing on Sanguinius which got me thinking about how he went into the final fight knowing he'd lose, but he did it anyway, and that always spoke something to me so I thought I'd introduce someone with something similar. I originally had the vision be much more obviously about the Campaign of Yerma, but decided to make it more vague to feel more vision like, and to leave more options open.
With a name like that this fucker is going to get 10,10,10,10,10 on toughness survival roll and walk it off without even needing a dreadnought.
Doesn't even mess with Prophecy thing because Curze's future sight is notorious for consistently showing the worst potential outcomes.
I have the slightest impression that people don't like Hostilius. Wonder why. +15BP for all three.Two memes about Mist Shrikes's Master of The Fleet:
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Nice little tidbit, although its canocity is... interesting. Reward is a +5 bonus to the next feast of talons roll. If it succeeds, it will be canon. If it doesn't it will be non-canon.
@ThunderOwl I don't know if this was intentional, but you stuck a meme post in the main threadmarks.
Ode to Mortality-The Road Unknown
Random thought while working today equals omake for tomorrow. This will be the first in a three part series because I cannot make the second part of Out of You click for the life of me, it seems. I would appreciate holding off on any final decisions until all three are complete.
Now, come my brethren and join me on a mind-bending journey of Unreliable Narration!
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Ode to Mortality - The Road Unknown
Death, or Cessation as the scriptures of the Omnissiah referred to it, was not something a true Tech-Priest considered very often. From the moment training began, the inevitable end of Chaotic flesh was understood and the requirement of Ordered effort to propagate the potential immortality of the Machine was a foundation stone of the faith. For all that they were often looked down upon as cranks and crackpots by their fellows, the Biologis in particular understood these facets better than most; when he had been a fresh-faced Acolyte still deciding on his first chosen specialty all those centuries ago, it had been a requirement to spend at least two years serving as an Enginseer to the Skitarii, more if it took longer for the lesson to sink in. To take part in the interplay of metal and meat, to follow in their footsteps during their patrols and ablutions, and most importantly to learn the Canticles that bridged the gap between the power of natural-born humanity and the towering edifice of Knowledge that had been built over uncountable millenia, to raise all ever higher.
Literally uncountable, for all that had been lost.
There was very little that he truly despised, for to Hate took effort and effort must be spent wisely. The cowards amongst the Adeptus Mechanicus were amongst them - the ones who looked upon the eons-old struggle against Cessation, and who decided that the best thing to do with this knowledge was to pinch every copper wire and lust over every byte of data as if it were irreplaceable, never to be regained. Hubris of the worst sort - to decry founded investigation and sideline careful experimentation, only to squat in their wretched rusting holes and watch Cessation crash down upon them as the power of Humanity was cast out to rot. To sally forth to steal what was not theirs and start petty pointless conflicts, then have the gall to complain that others rejected their theft.
Humanity had progressed from Holy Fire to Sacred Iron in millenia, and from there to Glorious Engineering in centuries, all the way to the first reaches of the Void on legs of Brilliant Chemistry in decades. So spoke the most ancient legends of Omnissiah. What was a lost blueprint to that Potential?
Ah, this Skitarii was completed. Moving on - back to Cessation.
It was not something that was considered, because there was no point to considering it. There is no Truth in Science, for Science was never settled - only usable and unusable data to see what is and is not. So what if the stars would burn out and the universe go dark? So what if the Flesh would fail and the Machine endure only so long as someone cared for it? That only meant you had to work harder and faster, and prepare the way for your heirs to continue when you could not.
He was pleased to find allies amongst the Mist Shrikes, even if their ignorance of the full realities of Cessation meant they sometimes interfered with the Holiest of Holies, the Quest for Knowledge. Their intervention had preserved sacred Archaeotech in the face of cowardly ironmonging, an ultimately preferable fate to allowing it to be destroyed by those gutless wretches that plagued his steps. It meant they could try again later, a far better outcome to allowing the destruction of their objective - or worse, its seizure by those who would lock it up and forget about it.
They had several rough edges to smooth out, but they had come far from humble beginnings, and if their preparations for this Yerma campaign were any indication they understood that to oppose Cessation was to raise others higher alongside yourself. He hoped Chapter Master Severus would bring that Techmarine from the Acronix debacle to negotiations - according to Magos Kappa-Kappa-24, there were several interesting features of his Omnissian Axe and the Lingua Technis he spoke that promised Potential if a deal could be struck.
Nikola Delta-Null 6 could deal with losing a battle to win a war.
Now, come my brethren and join me on a mind-bending journey of Unreliable Narration!
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Ode to Mortality - The Road Unknown
Death, or Cessation as the scriptures of the Omnissiah referred to it, was not something a true Tech-Priest considered very often. From the moment training began, the inevitable end of Chaotic flesh was understood and the requirement of Ordered effort to propagate the potential immortality of the Machine was a foundation stone of the faith. For all that they were often looked down upon as cranks and crackpots by their fellows, the Biologis in particular understood these facets better than most; when he had been a fresh-faced Acolyte still deciding on his first chosen specialty all those centuries ago, it had been a requirement to spend at least two years serving as an Enginseer to the Skitarii, more if it took longer for the lesson to sink in. To take part in the interplay of metal and meat, to follow in their footsteps during their patrols and ablutions, and most importantly to learn the Canticles that bridged the gap between the power of natural-born humanity and the towering edifice of Knowledge that had been built over uncountable millenia, to raise all ever higher.
Literally uncountable, for all that had been lost.
There was very little that he truly despised, for to Hate took effort and effort must be spent wisely. The cowards amongst the Adeptus Mechanicus were amongst them - the ones who looked upon the eons-old struggle against Cessation, and who decided that the best thing to do with this knowledge was to pinch every copper wire and lust over every byte of data as if it were irreplaceable, never to be regained. Hubris of the worst sort - to decry founded investigation and sideline careful experimentation, only to squat in their wretched rusting holes and watch Cessation crash down upon them as the power of Humanity was cast out to rot. To sally forth to steal what was not theirs and start petty pointless conflicts, then have the gall to complain that others rejected their theft.
Humanity had progressed from Holy Fire to Sacred Iron in millenia, and from there to Glorious Engineering in centuries, all the way to the first reaches of the Void on legs of Brilliant Chemistry in decades. So spoke the most ancient legends of Omnissiah. What was a lost blueprint to that Potential?
Ah, this Skitarii was completed. Moving on - back to Cessation.
It was not something that was considered, because there was no point to considering it. There is no Truth in Science, for Science was never settled - only usable and unusable data to see what is and is not. So what if the stars would burn out and the universe go dark? So what if the Flesh would fail and the Machine endure only so long as someone cared for it? That only meant you had to work harder and faster, and prepare the way for your heirs to continue when you could not.
He was pleased to find allies amongst the Mist Shrikes, even if their ignorance of the full realities of Cessation meant they sometimes interfered with the Holiest of Holies, the Quest for Knowledge. Their intervention had preserved sacred Archaeotech in the face of cowardly ironmonging, an ultimately preferable fate to allowing it to be destroyed by those gutless wretches that plagued his steps. It meant they could try again later, a far better outcome to allowing the destruction of their objective - or worse, its seizure by those who would lock it up and forget about it.
They had several rough edges to smooth out, but they had come far from humble beginnings, and if their preparations for this Yerma campaign were any indication they understood that to oppose Cessation was to raise others higher alongside yourself. He hoped Chapter Master Severus would bring that Techmarine from the Acronix debacle to negotiations - according to Magos Kappa-Kappa-24, there were several interesting features of his Omnissian Axe and the Lingua Technis he spoke that promised Potential if a deal could be struck.
Nikola Delta-Null 6 could deal with losing a battle to win a war.
An Old Mistake or a New Path
An Old Mistake or a New Path
Due to the ambiguous canonicicity of my last Omake I've determined I must work harder to help increase the odds of Grigori Rasputin to exist so here I am adding more Omakes for the Omake throne.
Severus was concerned about the actions of Grigori Rasputin. Where before the astartes was a dependable but unremarkable member of his chapter, after being wounded in his last deployment he has become different.
Every action he did now was done with confidence that didn't exist before. It was a confidence Severus had seen before and that worried him greatly. It was the confidence of man who believes he knows exactly what is to come, and has accepted that.
That in itself wasn't necessarily a bad thing; Sanguinius was proof of that. However Curze was just as much proof that it was also capable of consuming a person. Severus wasn't sure which would happen to Grigori, but he hoped he didn't fall into the same pit that their Gene Father did.
For now it seemed to be entirely positive. The Astartes was more confident, never reckless, but now if someone in his squad needed to take a risk, he was the first to step up. If an enemy was faced he was the first to engage. For now it made him go from a mediocre to an exemplary marine, but still Severus couldn't help but worry.
Their Gene Father was a mad man who let his trust in his prophecies lead to his own death despite the ease he could have changed it. Prophecies were a dual edged sword, and more often than not those that used them forgot that until it bit them in the ass.
Still Severus watched as the Marine trained with his brothers, throwing himself into the training with an enthusiasm that wouldn't be out of place from Logos rather than the formerly quiet marine. Only time will tell but Severus hopes this will be just another way the Chapter can climb from the depths that their Primarch had dragged the legion into with his madness.
Hope this all made as much sense to you guys as it did in my head if you feel I didn't capture Severus's mindset properly feel free to give any advice you have.
Due to the ambiguous canonicicity of my last Omake I've determined I must work harder to help increase the odds of Grigori Rasputin to exist so here I am adding more Omakes for the Omake throne.
Severus was concerned about the actions of Grigori Rasputin. Where before the astartes was a dependable but unremarkable member of his chapter, after being wounded in his last deployment he has become different.
Every action he did now was done with confidence that didn't exist before. It was a confidence Severus had seen before and that worried him greatly. It was the confidence of man who believes he knows exactly what is to come, and has accepted that.
That in itself wasn't necessarily a bad thing; Sanguinius was proof of that. However Curze was just as much proof that it was also capable of consuming a person. Severus wasn't sure which would happen to Grigori, but he hoped he didn't fall into the same pit that their Gene Father did.
For now it seemed to be entirely positive. The Astartes was more confident, never reckless, but now if someone in his squad needed to take a risk, he was the first to step up. If an enemy was faced he was the first to engage. For now it made him go from a mediocre to an exemplary marine, but still Severus couldn't help but worry.
Their Gene Father was a mad man who let his trust in his prophecies lead to his own death despite the ease he could have changed it. Prophecies were a dual edged sword, and more often than not those that used them forgot that until it bit them in the ass.
Still Severus watched as the Marine trained with his brothers, throwing himself into the training with an enthusiasm that wouldn't be out of place from Logos rather than the formerly quiet marine. Only time will tell but Severus hopes this will be just another way the Chapter can climb from the depths that their Primarch had dragged the legion into with his madness.
Hope this all made as much sense to you guys as it did in my head if you feel I didn't capture Severus's mindset properly feel free to give any advice you have.
Just a thought: you guys know how Big Papa Smurf lost a fight with tyranids then replaced all his missing limbs with power arms+legs? Can we do the same with our marines? Like, surely there's a marine that get that level of crippling damage, but not close enough to warrant being entombed into a dreadnought. I just think the idea is cool.
Noroboro
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Honestly I think that just depends on whether or not they survive their Toughness rolls. Like in Lezo, Spatha lost half an arm against a genestealer and probably got a cybernetic arm before he was interned into a Dreadnought. Logos got one of his hearts chopped out by an Ork warboss before it was replaced. I think Pluvia got smacked across the face and lost an eye and half of his face. Numerian had robot legs from an encounter with wildlife.
Odds are we'll get a robo Marine so long as they keep on surviving battles.
Also I think Karark Zel is already there
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Don't forget Valzadai once lost an arm and laughed it off because he already had a new arm being grown in a vat back at his laboratory, just in case. So it's not like cybernetics are the only option for limb replacement.Honestly I think that just depends on whether or not they survive their Toughness rolls. Like in Lezo, Spatha lost half an arm against a genestealer and probably got a cybernetic arm before he was interned into a Dreadnought. Logos got one of his hearts chopped out by an Ork warboss before it was replaced. I think Pluvia got smacked across the face and lost an eye and half of his face. Numerian had robot legs from an encounter with wildlife.
Odds are we'll get a robo Marine so long as they keep on surviving battles.
Also I think Karark Zel is already there
Noroboro
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Valzadai will never be a cyborg since he has half a dozen spare limbs hidden in various parts of the fortress and in half of the fleet. He's got a stash of spare vat grown organs as well, ready to go at the moment lmao.
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That and he much too paranoid too trust cybernetics that require other people.
I will refrain myself for evaluating it as you asked, but I will put it in Apocrypha for now so that I don't forget where it is.
Non-canon. Severus has no idea that Sanguinius can see the future, and he didn't know Curze enough to be so insightful about him. +5 to the feast of talons roll.
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I wouldn't be surprised if he actually have an entire clone body or several hidden somewhere and potentially able to pull Clonemaster thing with entire Cadre of clones. He have the skills. But he have trust issues
You just described the nightmares of all the Apothecaries-in-Training of the Chapter. And the medicae serfs. And the regular serfs. And several Nowaliki. And Myrok Kuthil.
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I feel like he'd need Intelligence to be at 10 for that. But yes, the one impenetrable barrier between Valzadai and producing an entire squad of himself is that old, sacred adage. "Trust nobody, not even yourself."
Valzadai in a standoff with himself both telling the apprentices to kill the other one because he his a clone only for a third Valzadai to drop from the ceiling and kill them both and telling the apprentices to get back to work.
Night Lords I hope we meet soon
The moment we run into them i say we send our founders and as many tech marines as we can to both give them the space shark treatment and to salvage as much tech as they can
It's probably a good thing that space Marines don't usually dream because something like this seems like something that would have a few of them waking up in a cold sweat with a scream on their lips.
Of course, that could still happen to a serf who works in the general vicinity of the apothecarium...
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If Falce's prophesy is anything to go by then well probably meet the black legion in the future
Edit: what do you all think which deployment is going to have the most casualties?
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we don't know if the inquisitoral meeting will turn into an ambush, it involves eldar so there is the possibility