Probably gonna get 100 exp from this omake
Loyalty is its own Reward (A Traitor Legion Chapter Master Quest)
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If Spatha lives long enough to become a venerable dreadnought, what kind of bonuses do you think he would give to the chapter?
Because dreadnoughts only have the ballistics and melee stats, is there anything we can so to bump up those numbers? Maybe give him an iron halo less for the shield, and more for the Fellowship bonus it provides? Slap on some additional purity seals to add willpower?
Honestly what this man needs is a sword and board to really shine. That was his bread and butter when he was alive. I hate how we need schematics to upscale weapons to dreadnought size.
Because dreadnoughts only have the ballistics and melee stats, is there anything we can so to bump up those numbers? Maybe give him an iron halo less for the shield, and more for the Fellowship bonus it provides? Slap on some additional purity seals to add willpower?
Honestly what this man needs is a sword and board to really shine. That was his bread and butter when he was alive. I hate how we need schematics to upscale weapons to dreadnought size.
Ey, for a first omake is good. I enjoy the banter of the Honor Guard and Domitian being helpful. Canonized, and 100XP for Spatha's Ballistic skill.
Becoming a Venerable Dreadnought takes a LOT of time, we're talking centuries here. Also, Spatha's never used a shield. He was more of a sword and dagger kinda guy.
Lmao could you image his metal ass now using a normal greatsword sized astartes weapon as a dagger, and pair that with a dreadnought sized sword?
Wait would that actually work? That'd be cool as fuck. He could be like an heavy mech killer if he's fast enough.
The Prospective Son
The Prospective Brother
"This document confirms that you are sworn to the service of the God-Emperor, Master of Mankind, the Imperium and the Mist Shrike Chapter of the Adeptus Astartes, and accept all the duties and responsibilities of this oath, with a clear mind, full understanding of what you´re agreeing to and of your own free will. In case you don´t know how to write your name, make a cross in this spot."
With shaking hands, the young Aimery Albon, the unwanted son of the House of Albon, slowly signed the document before him. This was it; he was committed, he would bring glory to his name or die trying. He would rise above his base born origins, rise so far above his father or brother it was
The serf looked bored as he took the document back, not even sparing Aimery a glance as he announced "Next!" Aimery quickly shuffled off to the side where all the other boys who were accepted were.
All around him were boys of similar ages to himself, all noble son and scions of great houses, clad in the vestry of their fathers. Some seemed struck with terror, nerves taking them with the enormity of their choice, some seemed stoic, remaining silent as they undoubtedly pondered the path that lay before them, some were ecstatic, excitedly chatting with their fellow initiates as the images of future glory filled their minds. There were so, so many, more boys than Aimery had seen in his whole life. The sons of Dukes, Earls, Margraves, Marquis, Barons, Knights and seemingly a thousand other titles and honours. All under one enormous roof, seeking the honour of a lifetime.
Aimery himself? He was quietly excited, he was to be an Angel, he was destined to be an Angel. It was written in the stars that he would be so; he knew that there were literally innumerable numbers of children his age who would literally murder for the opportunity he had in his hands now and by the Emperor he would not waste it.
It was the Emperors will, he knew it deep in his soul, without a shadow of a doubt.
He would rise to become and Angel, an Adeptus Astartes of the Mist Shrikes Chapter, or die trying.
Aimery had seen more upon his journey to the Keep of the Angels than he had in his entire life.
He and his fellows were shepherded onto a great flying ship of steel, all corralled into various living quarters and bunks, all round where things which were unimaginable to his young mind. More people than he had seen in his whole life, speaking strange foreign tongues, bizarre men of both flesh and metal, some with minds and some without. The ship was dense, its halls were narrow and always packed with activity. None cared for their noble status, all were treated the same, our previous lives were to be stripped away and we were nought but a tithe of blood.
He didn't know how long the journey lasted, unable to see the sun, nor ask any of the strange off worlders which surrounded him. Most of those that manned the vessel could not speak his tongue or simply cared not to respond. Only the ones managing them both were capable and deigned to answer with a simple "in due time" as their answer. It felt like years, years upon years upon years. In that time, everyone started chatting, the wild imagination of his fellow initiates going wild. How long was the trip to take? What awaited them at their destination? What was this "Luctus" like? How would they be made into Angels?
In due time, these questions would be answered, as they were informed, they had arrived and would soon vacate the craft.
He and his fellows landed upon a world cloaked in an eternal mist, inhabited by even stranger men clad in masks, which they were soon expected to wear. For the very air of this world could kill a man. He and his fellows were corralled into transports, guarded by masked natives and Aimery dared to dream, angels who made sure they reached their fate.
They came upon a great mountain, shrouded in a dark mist same as all else, towering over everything in all directions. They were soon led to a gate which was dug into the vast landscape, leading into the mountains heart, when it was opened none could contain their apprehension. For they were now dwelling within the abode of angels. All around were the mortal servants of their divine masters, and angels, so many angels it was hard to fathom. They manoeuvred through a vast array of subterranean tunnels, austere yet beyond anything that Aimery nor any of his fellows had ever seen in their lives.
They were led to a great chamber and ordered to form organised ranks and lines. Before them, upon a podium a huge figure stood, an angel with a terrible grimace. It was the first time Aimery had ever laid eyes upon an angels face. The immense figure soon began to speak, a harsh voice spoken in perfect Bracamese.
"I will only say this once, my name is Myrok Kuthil, I am Master of Recruits of the Mist Shrikes Chapter of Adeptus Astartes. I am the one who shall be training you, I am the one who is responsible for turning you from mere mortals to one of my kind. I'm sure this makes you think you are great, that you are important, that the Emperor has blessed you so noble sons with this honour. Let me tell you now that everything you were, all your proud houses, all your pedigree. Here, it is nothing, it is less than nothing. Abandon all delusions of grandeur, for now you are mine, to break and rebuild as I see fit. And you will be rebuilt or you shall stay broken. I will see you as Astartes or as mere serfs, or dead."
The great figure paused as his words washed across the assembled boys. Some he knew, where struck with terror and he'd be lying if he said he couldn't understand why, some were rendered dumb by the proclamation. All were deep in thought and utterly captivated by what the one who was to train them would say next.
Aimery was no exception, he knew he would survive what was to come, he knew it deep within his soul.
The Emperor had ordained that he be an Angel.
It was fate.
He would endure every hardship to see his destiny through.
For it was written in the stars.
"You will be escorted to your quarters, get some rest, you are not prepared for what lies before you. I promise you"
He would prove the Angel wrong.
"This document confirms that you are sworn to the service of the God-Emperor, Master of Mankind, the Imperium and the Mist Shrike Chapter of the Adeptus Astartes, and accept all the duties and responsibilities of this oath, with a clear mind, full understanding of what you´re agreeing to and of your own free will. In case you don´t know how to write your name, make a cross in this spot."
With shaking hands, the young Aimery Albon, the unwanted son of the House of Albon, slowly signed the document before him. This was it; he was committed, he would bring glory to his name or die trying. He would rise above his base born origins, rise so far above his father or brother it was
The serf looked bored as he took the document back, not even sparing Aimery a glance as he announced "Next!" Aimery quickly shuffled off to the side where all the other boys who were accepted were.
All around him were boys of similar ages to himself, all noble son and scions of great houses, clad in the vestry of their fathers. Some seemed struck with terror, nerves taking them with the enormity of their choice, some seemed stoic, remaining silent as they undoubtedly pondered the path that lay before them, some were ecstatic, excitedly chatting with their fellow initiates as the images of future glory filled their minds. There were so, so many, more boys than Aimery had seen in his whole life. The sons of Dukes, Earls, Margraves, Marquis, Barons, Knights and seemingly a thousand other titles and honours. All under one enormous roof, seeking the honour of a lifetime.
Aimery himself? He was quietly excited, he was to be an Angel, he was destined to be an Angel. It was written in the stars that he would be so; he knew that there were literally innumerable numbers of children his age who would literally murder for the opportunity he had in his hands now and by the Emperor he would not waste it.
It was the Emperors will, he knew it deep in his soul, without a shadow of a doubt.
He would rise to become and Angel, an Adeptus Astartes of the Mist Shrikes Chapter, or die trying.
Aimery had seen more upon his journey to the Keep of the Angels than he had in his entire life.
He and his fellows were shepherded onto a great flying ship of steel, all corralled into various living quarters and bunks, all round where things which were unimaginable to his young mind. More people than he had seen in his whole life, speaking strange foreign tongues, bizarre men of both flesh and metal, some with minds and some without. The ship was dense, its halls were narrow and always packed with activity. None cared for their noble status, all were treated the same, our previous lives were to be stripped away and we were nought but a tithe of blood.
He didn't know how long the journey lasted, unable to see the sun, nor ask any of the strange off worlders which surrounded him. Most of those that manned the vessel could not speak his tongue or simply cared not to respond. Only the ones managing them both were capable and deigned to answer with a simple "in due time" as their answer. It felt like years, years upon years upon years. In that time, everyone started chatting, the wild imagination of his fellow initiates going wild. How long was the trip to take? What awaited them at their destination? What was this "Luctus" like? How would they be made into Angels?
In due time, these questions would be answered, as they were informed, they had arrived and would soon vacate the craft.
He and his fellows landed upon a world cloaked in an eternal mist, inhabited by even stranger men clad in masks, which they were soon expected to wear. For the very air of this world could kill a man. He and his fellows were corralled into transports, guarded by masked natives and Aimery dared to dream, angels who made sure they reached their fate.
They came upon a great mountain, shrouded in a dark mist same as all else, towering over everything in all directions. They were soon led to a gate which was dug into the vast landscape, leading into the mountains heart, when it was opened none could contain their apprehension. For they were now dwelling within the abode of angels. All around were the mortal servants of their divine masters, and angels, so many angels it was hard to fathom. They manoeuvred through a vast array of subterranean tunnels, austere yet beyond anything that Aimery nor any of his fellows had ever seen in their lives.
They were led to a great chamber and ordered to form organised ranks and lines. Before them, upon a podium a huge figure stood, an angel with a terrible grimace. It was the first time Aimery had ever laid eyes upon an angels face. The immense figure soon began to speak, a harsh voice spoken in perfect Bracamese.
"I will only say this once, my name is Myrok Kuthil, I am Master of Recruits of the Mist Shrikes Chapter of Adeptus Astartes. I am the one who shall be training you, I am the one who is responsible for turning you from mere mortals to one of my kind. I'm sure this makes you think you are great, that you are important, that the Emperor has blessed you so noble sons with this honour. Let me tell you now that everything you were, all your proud houses, all your pedigree. Here, it is nothing, it is less than nothing. Abandon all delusions of grandeur, for now you are mine, to break and rebuild as I see fit. And you will be rebuilt or you shall stay broken. I will see you as Astartes or as mere serfs, or dead."
The great figure paused as his words washed across the assembled boys. Some he knew, where struck with terror and he'd be lying if he said he couldn't understand why, some were rendered dumb by the proclamation. All were deep in thought and utterly captivated by what the one who was to train them would say next.
Aimery was no exception, he knew he would survive what was to come, he knew it deep within his soul.
The Emperor had ordained that he be an Angel.
It was fate.
He would endure every hardship to see his destiny through.
For it was written in the stars.
"You will be escorted to your quarters, get some rest, you are not prepared for what lies before you. I promise you"
He would prove the Angel wrong.
Got inspired to write a second chapter for this story.
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It's nice to see another chapter of this your doing a good job I can't wait to see more
I'm looking forward to seeing Albon's reaction to the geneseed implantation and the changes it does to his body, that has some pretty strong horror potential
Glad to see a second part of your previous one. It is well written, and it gives us a proper look at who an aspirant might feel. Canonized +5 to ascension rolls in this turn.
Thought about it while playing other games but what crossovers could be had?
Though another random one just be having a Mist Shrike Captain be in the Last Stand Intro.
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3us2wzLSqE&t=9s
Warmach1ne32
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Looking forward to seeing how they handle being given a gas mask, a map, and a rucksack after being told to literally take a hike back to the Monastery.
Yeah, will you write some up :^) ?
Sad to say i dont have the talent for it was putting a suggestion for those who do have it
The Bloody Nutskull
The Bloody NutSkull
Vovan was in a good mood, every sense he and his brother Lexus had been drafted for service, he had been switching from feeling anxious to calm to bored to focused to back to anxious. As today was the confirmation of where his first deployment would be, apparently some hive world was expected to be hit by a xenos raid soon. He had been looking forward to this for awhile now, not the battle like his cousin Vinakov, (ITS VINNY!!!). No, it's after the battle that he was looking forward to, all the glorious salvage. No xenos tech however the commissar made it very clear what happened to those who committed the heresy of trying to use tech of foul xenos.
Now back on Otabrossa you learn from a young age how to properly take apart most pieces of equipment, and often if you find something interesting most people will often sneak pieces home without the foremen noticing. That's how his father got him the plasma cutter that was now welded underneath the barrel of his lasgun. But back home you could only take home what you could carry, it was after a battle where things got put up for grabs with all sorts of wonderful pieces of tech to make use of.
Now his squad of the 233rd Otabrossan Cogskulls was helping with the inventory of all the weapons and ammunition that the regiment had on hand, as they were being transported to the soon to be war zone. The only thing that could possibly dispel his mood was if….
"Quartermaster I'm in need of another bandalore of grenades". A voice from behind him said.
Vovan gave a sideways glance behind him at the bright white and golden uniform of a Seibourc officer, the rank pips marking him as a Lieutenant.
"Um sir I'm afraid…." Vovan began before. "Where are my grenades I need them for the battle I will not be talked down to by some low rank peasant, of course a bloody Nutskull doesn't know a grenade from his own droppings, thinking he is no better than a scion of the noble house of Smearensburgg. I…." the Lieutenant then started ranting.
Yeah, the Otabrossans and Seibourc did not get along, maybe it was the fact that the seibourc all had sticks up their…., no bad Vovan you already know how to deal with annoying officers, Vinakov (ITS VINNY!!!) taught you.
First thing he did was he turned around and grabbed a bandolier of grenades he was saving for just this purpose and quickly set the fuse before he turned.
"Here you are noble sir sorry for the wait your majesty." Vovan said with a smile on his face.
The officer stopped ranting and almost seemed to puff up from the fake respect unknown to him.
"Good, looks like some of you grease rats know when to treat an officer with respect." With a prideful simile. The officer took the bandolier and exited.
After the officer left Vovan broke down into a torrent of chuckles, oh he couldn't wait to hear what was about to happen. Looking back at the crate he grabbed the bandalore from, and the sign that read "Training grenades paint Color-Pink",
Yep, today was a good day.
Authors Note: please let me know what you all think
Vovan was in a good mood, every sense he and his brother Lexus had been drafted for service, he had been switching from feeling anxious to calm to bored to focused to back to anxious. As today was the confirmation of where his first deployment would be, apparently some hive world was expected to be hit by a xenos raid soon. He had been looking forward to this for awhile now, not the battle like his cousin Vinakov, (ITS VINNY!!!). No, it's after the battle that he was looking forward to, all the glorious salvage. No xenos tech however the commissar made it very clear what happened to those who committed the heresy of trying to use tech of foul xenos.
Now back on Otabrossa you learn from a young age how to properly take apart most pieces of equipment, and often if you find something interesting most people will often sneak pieces home without the foremen noticing. That's how his father got him the plasma cutter that was now welded underneath the barrel of his lasgun. But back home you could only take home what you could carry, it was after a battle where things got put up for grabs with all sorts of wonderful pieces of tech to make use of.
Now his squad of the 233rd Otabrossan Cogskulls was helping with the inventory of all the weapons and ammunition that the regiment had on hand, as they were being transported to the soon to be war zone. The only thing that could possibly dispel his mood was if….
"Quartermaster I'm in need of another bandalore of grenades". A voice from behind him said.
Vovan gave a sideways glance behind him at the bright white and golden uniform of a Seibourc officer, the rank pips marking him as a Lieutenant.
"Um sir I'm afraid…." Vovan began before. "Where are my grenades I need them for the battle I will not be talked down to by some low rank peasant, of course a bloody Nutskull doesn't know a grenade from his own droppings, thinking he is no better than a scion of the noble house of Smearensburgg. I…." the Lieutenant then started ranting.
Yeah, the Otabrossans and Seibourc did not get along, maybe it was the fact that the seibourc all had sticks up their…., no bad Vovan you already know how to deal with annoying officers, Vinakov (ITS VINNY!!!) taught you.
First thing he did was he turned around and grabbed a bandolier of grenades he was saving for just this purpose and quickly set the fuse before he turned.
"Here you are noble sir sorry for the wait your majesty." Vovan said with a smile on his face.
The officer stopped ranting and almost seemed to puff up from the fake respect unknown to him.
"Good, looks like some of you grease rats know when to treat an officer with respect." With a prideful simile. The officer took the bandolier and exited.
After the officer left Vovan broke down into a torrent of chuckles, oh he couldn't wait to hear what was about to happen. Looking back at the crate he grabbed the bandalore from, and the sign that read "Training grenades paint Color-Pink",
Yep, today was a good day.
Authors Note: please let me know what you all think
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During the time of Vandire, before the Sororitas became the militant chamber of the Ordo Hereticus, there were the templar brotherhoods, the all-male forces which served and protected the Imperial Faith and by extension were under the command of Vandire in his position as leader of the Imperial Cult, who Sebastian Thor himself was a member before rebelling against Vandire. When Vandire was deposed and the Sororitas risen in place of the templars, these brotherhoods lost prominence but were never outlawed, they just cannot function like they used to and were mentioned here and there in canon and in the rpg supplements. So i was wondering can i make an omake @ThunderOwl about one of their castle-monasteries in our sector?
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Kek. Canonized, and a bonus to the roll calling for one of the regiments, you choose which.
I mean sure, crusader houses are a thing.
Adrian XXIV
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From what I remember Ecclesiarchy Enforcers from (Pre)Vandire era were called "Frateris Templars"
Ill put that bonus toward the Carolean Guard
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Adrian XXIV
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Meme about Lord General Tavisolta:
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Well, that's unfair to the poor general I think. +10 BPMeme about Lord General Tavisolta:
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your right, Acheran was at least being honest.
We seem to have 123 full fledged marines in the Reserve Companies, that and the extra recruits we'll be getting from Acronix on top of the 88 neophytes means that we're in a pretty good situation considering manpower