Adrian XXIV
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Political Animal - "Most average" Planet in the Sector 😉😆
Loyalty is its own Reward (A Traitor Legion Chapter Master Quest)
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Political Animal - "Most average" Planet in the Sector 😉😆
Yeah @ThunderOwl what would have the home world option been had we not chosen night lords?
Some you haven't been to yet, but for example both Seibourc, Saffran, Durruti and Armeria could have been Chapter homeworlds.
Noroboro
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Durruti? Really? Wonder which legion would've gotten Durruti...
World Bearers perhaps? They might be anarchists but they sure are devoted to the God-Emperor
Adrian XXIV
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Seibourc would be great World for Emperor's Children descent Chapter 😉😆
Noroboro
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Probably very industrial worlds, like a Hive World, or maybe a Mad Max-like Feral World.
We should probably get terminators once the campaign is over.
I think we should start by moving 2-10 into the 9th Company and creating 2-10 and 2-11, each composed of 5 terminators. Why not just create one squad with 10 terminators? It's more flexible that way.
I think we should start by moving 2-10 into the 9th Company and creating 2-10 and 2-11, each composed of 5 terminators. Why not just create one squad with 10 terminators? It's more flexible that way.
im thinking we ether have 1 squad of 10 terminators per company or 2 squads of 10 terminators for companies 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5
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Truth be told, I reckon the best thing for Terminator suits is to make roughly 100 of them and assign them accordingly for deployments but do not permanently assign them to any one company. That way we have greater flexibility when it comes to threat assessment of our deployments. For example, if we are facing another minor rebellion and also facing an Tyranid invasion, then we assign more Terminators to the Tyranids over the rebels.
We can also afford to make 5 or so suits per turn if we commit to it but odds are that won't be viable as we need to repair vehicles and build new vehicles. Which is why it is way more important for us to expand BP production than building Terminator suits or dreadnoughts. More BP=More suits/vehicles.
We can also afford to make 5 or so suits per turn if we commit to it but odds are that won't be viable as we need to repair vehicles and build new vehicles. Which is why it is way more important for us to expand BP production than building Terminator suits or dreadnoughts. More BP=More suits/vehicles.
We dont have high inough BP to get large scale terminator armor while also doing Repairs we need another world to give us BP while upgrade our forges as well
If we're have to chose between a tyranid invasion and a rebellion we can always send the 10 terminators to fight the tyranids and place 2 devastator squads from the 9th Company (we really need to fill up that company) in their place. Also situations like a nid invasion is why we have the elite 10th Company, all you need to do is assassinate the synapse creature.
I agree, after the Yerma campaign we should try to open diplomatic relations to other planets for more recruits and materials, maybe even more food for the Refuges to bolster the population
Noroboro
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That's well and good and all but then we face an enemy that doesn't have collapses in organization with the deaths of their leaders, like Drukhari in the next couple of turns. I personally was against the elite 10th company as we already can have all our units stealth but what happens when we face Chaos? Killing their leaders won't make their entire army fall apart. The same thing applies for Tau, Eldar, and other Xenos species.
And what happens when the 10th fails to kill their targets? Then its time to kill the leaders the long and hard way. Which is why having flexibility with our terminator suits would be better than assigning suits to any one company.
Why food? All Refuges are self sustaining and thanks to our help, they have been recolonizing lost Refuges. Also I disagree with more recruits asides from one time tithes after big campaigns, like Lezo and Yerma but I am down for more BP from planets. So long as we don't get too involved with our planets, don't want to make it seem like we're carving out a little empire in the Aetelian Sector.
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Amery found himself dissatisfied with his latest deployment.
Oh no one could possibly deny the importance of his deployment, and if ordered to do so again he would do so dutifully as an astartes should, but the memory of the deployment left a bad taste in his mouth, and the memory of his enemies filled him with a black rage which their deaths had yet to quench.
Traitors had come to infest his Chapters homeworld.
Not only traitors, but members of the PDF, raised by the efforts of his very own chapter. Each and all sworn to the Emperor and to defend his Chapters sacred homeworld from all threats both foreign and domestic. They swore oaths to the Golden Throne and to his chapter, and in an act of pure malice they broke these oaths and swore allegiance to petty demiurge warp beings.
This treason, this insult to not only the Emperor, but to his very chapter could only be repaid in blood, and it was, but nowhere near enough. To Amery, the punishment his brethren had dished out had been… lax. They had died of course, but they had not died screaming, they did not get the justice of being forced to experience a world of unyielding pain, compelled to listen as their kin and kith were made to sing a song of agony for the crimes of their traitorous kindred.
Treason runs in the blood, and the traitors debt of sin were so vast their own lives were not sufficient payment, at least to Amery. His brothers had disagreed.
Amery's visage was contorted into a grimace as he remembered…
Luctus was a beautiful world, he didn't care what anyone said, and it was true in more ways than one. The way the mists intermingled amongst the wildlands and long abandoned ruins was breathtaking, in a way that he couldn't quite explain but knew in his soul that no other world could compare to its subtle, macabre beauty. But it was more than that, it was beautiful in the story it told, beautiful in what it said of mankind.
Here was a world which was once a grand and prosperous civilisation, but brought low during the ancient days of mankinds fall, left ruined and desolated in a catastrophe which would have brought lesser races low. Yet what did the Luctusians do? Why they survived, they adapted, and they thrived. A deathworld they called this place, and it deserved that title, here the very air could kill you and the wilds were stalked by beasts which could tear a whole platoon of men apart. Yet despite that Humanity had survived.
The Luctusians survived, that race of adaptable survivors. They had endured the Long Night in this beautiful but terrible world and had built a civilisation which many others would envy beyond doubt. They had survived millennia in isolation from the greater body of mankind and when discovered by the Emperors servants and brought into his embrace they had done so loyally.
Luctus to him was more than just a beautiful world, it was a microcosm of mankind as a whole. They had survived a great catastrophe and endured through a long darkness alone in a hostile world, until finally they had been restored to their rightful place as a part of the Realm of Man as a proud part of the greater whole. That was what made this world beautiful.
That was why Amery loved Luctus, he adored this world, this hostile and beautiful world. The world where he was risen from nought but a bastard boy to an angel, a world worthy of being home to his Chapter and brothers. To him it was so far beyond his old homeworld of rainswept Braicam it was like comparing a peasants hut to a grand castle.
Perhaps that line of thinking is why his fellow Braicamians didn't tend to particularly like him?
Oh well, he couldn't help what he loved.
And he loved Luctus.
And that made what he was fighting so much worse.
Traitors dad infested his beloved world, he knew that it was a possibility, that one must always be vigilant to the Emperors tempters so that a worlds will and faith remains strong. But to see these wretches proliferate on Luctus it felt… wrong. It was different from hearing of a few mad men and degenerates, of distant rebel heretics and traitor angels, this was personal. This was a corruption born on his very own home, an insult to not only his Emperor, but all the loyal citizens of the world and to his very chapter. The thought caused him to burn with hate as they marched.
They marched through a deserted ruin, a place which had once undoubtedly been a great city of ancient mankind. The traitors had been pushed back to their fortress, those miserable treasonous cretins defeat was merely a matter of when and not if. They were going to rendezvous with their loyalist PDF forces before finishing the assault. Leaving Amery with nought but his hate filled thoughts.
Luckily for him, the Emperor fated the traitors to die sooner than expected.
His brothers were led by one of the founders and the Lieutenant Mircio, Amery quite liked Mircio as did most of his brothers, a stern officer who fought and led well. He wasn't exactly subtle about his desire for captaincy and frankly Amery could think of worse for the position. He seemed decent enough for the role.
The Founder required no introduction.
Suddenly his commander had informed them that an ambush was up ahead, and Amery found his spirits rise at that, an ambush was an unpleasant experience but one you can see coming? That's an advantage, and Amery could use a fight to distract from his thoughts.
They went nay a hundred metres before the "trap" was sprung and a heretical warcry was cut off by a rain of bolter fire which reduced the attackers to red mist. Quickly his brethren fell upon the panicked blasphemers and they fell before them with little difficulty. Soon the Lieutenant was ordering his men to take the heretical vermins fortifications by storm and put every one to the sword.
They did.
Room by room, hallway by hallway, building by building. Every single one was massacred. They fired upon them with panicked volleys of lasgun fire from behind ramshackle fortifications and they returned the favour with bolter shells and combat knives. Not one of them was left alive.
The Lieutenant was injured, by some manner of warp born sorcery from what he had heard, he had feared for the mans purity but he was soon declared pure. He knew this would not be the deployment which won him a promotion.
Soon, the rebel fortress would be claimed, the blasphemers eradicated and this insult to his chapter permanently wiped from the world. It was a victory, perhaps not a grand victory but a victory nonetheless, the world of his chapter was safe for now and the beautiful world he called home was free of taint.
Then why did he still feel a burning rage?
Amery resisted the urge to snap the fragile paintbrush in his transhuman fingers, he had spent hours of his valuable free time on this project and he would not waste it. A Luctusian PDF trooper in their ceiled uniform crafted and painted to the best of his ability. He thought it was among his best work, yet even this soothing activity did not abate the rage he felt brewing within him.
The Emperor had ordained this rebellion Amery knew, he knew that he had planned for these traitors to be seduced by one of his Demiurge warp entities, he knew this and knew he should accept it as a part of the Emperors plan. But despite his knowledge of the truth and despite knowing the need to accept the fate the Emperor had written Amery still found himself more than troubled.
To Amery, Luctus was sacred, it was where he belonged. His true Homeworld if not by birth. And to have these creatures, these weak-willed degenerates forswear their oaths and worship mere warp entities? It was an insult, an insult which filled him with a terrible rage at the mere memory. It was one thing for this to emerge on some distant, foreign world, but here? It was far too personal.
Like the thought of the heretics his greater chapter would be fighting at this time. They filled him with rage sure, but not the personal black hatred of these animals, these animals who betrayed his world and his chapter, forced him and his brothers to remain here as the Chapters greater might was endeavoured in bringing to heel one of the sectors most hated threats in a campaign which would surpass any his Chapter had experienced in all their history.
Yet he was here as they were dying there.
It felt wrong, it felt so, so wrong.
When Aimery finished his miniature, he stared at it for a moment, sculpted and painted to as close to perfection as he could manage. Capturing the details of the PDF wonderfully to commemorate this deployment.
He kept starring at the figurine, before turning his attention to the rest of his collection, at the time of his creation they looked adequate. Now he could see all the flaws in his creations, the misplaced brushstrokes, the colours slightly too garish or too dull, the proportions just off enough to be noticeable to his transhuman eyes.
Perhaps redoing them would alleviate him of these feelings.
They did not.
He loved the world far too much.
Threw this up, decided I hadn't done one of these in a while and wanted to make another one.
Amery found himself dissatisfied with his latest deployment.
Oh no one could possibly deny the importance of his deployment, and if ordered to do so again he would do so dutifully as an astartes should, but the memory of the deployment left a bad taste in his mouth, and the memory of his enemies filled him with a black rage which their deaths had yet to quench.
Traitors had come to infest his Chapters homeworld.
Not only traitors, but members of the PDF, raised by the efforts of his very own chapter. Each and all sworn to the Emperor and to defend his Chapters sacred homeworld from all threats both foreign and domestic. They swore oaths to the Golden Throne and to his chapter, and in an act of pure malice they broke these oaths and swore allegiance to petty demiurge warp beings.
This treason, this insult to not only the Emperor, but to his very chapter could only be repaid in blood, and it was, but nowhere near enough. To Amery, the punishment his brethren had dished out had been… lax. They had died of course, but they had not died screaming, they did not get the justice of being forced to experience a world of unyielding pain, compelled to listen as their kin and kith were made to sing a song of agony for the crimes of their traitorous kindred.
Treason runs in the blood, and the traitors debt of sin were so vast their own lives were not sufficient payment, at least to Amery. His brothers had disagreed.
Amery's visage was contorted into a grimace as he remembered…
Luctus was a beautiful world, he didn't care what anyone said, and it was true in more ways than one. The way the mists intermingled amongst the wildlands and long abandoned ruins was breathtaking, in a way that he couldn't quite explain but knew in his soul that no other world could compare to its subtle, macabre beauty. But it was more than that, it was beautiful in the story it told, beautiful in what it said of mankind.
Here was a world which was once a grand and prosperous civilisation, but brought low during the ancient days of mankinds fall, left ruined and desolated in a catastrophe which would have brought lesser races low. Yet what did the Luctusians do? Why they survived, they adapted, and they thrived. A deathworld they called this place, and it deserved that title, here the very air could kill you and the wilds were stalked by beasts which could tear a whole platoon of men apart. Yet despite that Humanity had survived.
The Luctusians survived, that race of adaptable survivors. They had endured the Long Night in this beautiful but terrible world and had built a civilisation which many others would envy beyond doubt. They had survived millennia in isolation from the greater body of mankind and when discovered by the Emperors servants and brought into his embrace they had done so loyally.
Luctus to him was more than just a beautiful world, it was a microcosm of mankind as a whole. They had survived a great catastrophe and endured through a long darkness alone in a hostile world, until finally they had been restored to their rightful place as a part of the Realm of Man as a proud part of the greater whole. That was what made this world beautiful.
That was why Amery loved Luctus, he adored this world, this hostile and beautiful world. The world where he was risen from nought but a bastard boy to an angel, a world worthy of being home to his Chapter and brothers. To him it was so far beyond his old homeworld of rainswept Braicam it was like comparing a peasants hut to a grand castle.
Perhaps that line of thinking is why his fellow Braicamians didn't tend to particularly like him?
Oh well, he couldn't help what he loved.
And he loved Luctus.
And that made what he was fighting so much worse.
Traitors dad infested his beloved world, he knew that it was a possibility, that one must always be vigilant to the Emperors tempters so that a worlds will and faith remains strong. But to see these wretches proliferate on Luctus it felt… wrong. It was different from hearing of a few mad men and degenerates, of distant rebel heretics and traitor angels, this was personal. This was a corruption born on his very own home, an insult to not only his Emperor, but all the loyal citizens of the world and to his very chapter. The thought caused him to burn with hate as they marched.
They marched through a deserted ruin, a place which had once undoubtedly been a great city of ancient mankind. The traitors had been pushed back to their fortress, those miserable treasonous cretins defeat was merely a matter of when and not if. They were going to rendezvous with their loyalist PDF forces before finishing the assault. Leaving Amery with nought but his hate filled thoughts.
Luckily for him, the Emperor fated the traitors to die sooner than expected.
His brothers were led by one of the founders and the Lieutenant Mircio, Amery quite liked Mircio as did most of his brothers, a stern officer who fought and led well. He wasn't exactly subtle about his desire for captaincy and frankly Amery could think of worse for the position. He seemed decent enough for the role.
The Founder required no introduction.
Suddenly his commander had informed them that an ambush was up ahead, and Amery found his spirits rise at that, an ambush was an unpleasant experience but one you can see coming? That's an advantage, and Amery could use a fight to distract from his thoughts.
They went nay a hundred metres before the "trap" was sprung and a heretical warcry was cut off by a rain of bolter fire which reduced the attackers to red mist. Quickly his brethren fell upon the panicked blasphemers and they fell before them with little difficulty. Soon the Lieutenant was ordering his men to take the heretical vermins fortifications by storm and put every one to the sword.
They did.
Room by room, hallway by hallway, building by building. Every single one was massacred. They fired upon them with panicked volleys of lasgun fire from behind ramshackle fortifications and they returned the favour with bolter shells and combat knives. Not one of them was left alive.
The Lieutenant was injured, by some manner of warp born sorcery from what he had heard, he had feared for the mans purity but he was soon declared pure. He knew this would not be the deployment which won him a promotion.
Soon, the rebel fortress would be claimed, the blasphemers eradicated and this insult to his chapter permanently wiped from the world. It was a victory, perhaps not a grand victory but a victory nonetheless, the world of his chapter was safe for now and the beautiful world he called home was free of taint.
Then why did he still feel a burning rage?
Amery resisted the urge to snap the fragile paintbrush in his transhuman fingers, he had spent hours of his valuable free time on this project and he would not waste it. A Luctusian PDF trooper in their ceiled uniform crafted and painted to the best of his ability. He thought it was among his best work, yet even this soothing activity did not abate the rage he felt brewing within him.
The Emperor had ordained this rebellion Amery knew, he knew that he had planned for these traitors to be seduced by one of his Demiurge warp entities, he knew this and knew he should accept it as a part of the Emperors plan. But despite his knowledge of the truth and despite knowing the need to accept the fate the Emperor had written Amery still found himself more than troubled.
To Amery, Luctus was sacred, it was where he belonged. His true Homeworld if not by birth. And to have these creatures, these weak-willed degenerates forswear their oaths and worship mere warp entities? It was an insult, an insult which filled him with a terrible rage at the mere memory. It was one thing for this to emerge on some distant, foreign world, but here? It was far too personal.
Like the thought of the heretics his greater chapter would be fighting at this time. They filled him with rage sure, but not the personal black hatred of these animals, these animals who betrayed his world and his chapter, forced him and his brothers to remain here as the Chapters greater might was endeavoured in bringing to heel one of the sectors most hated threats in a campaign which would surpass any his Chapter had experienced in all their history.
Yet he was here as they were dying there.
It felt wrong, it felt so, so wrong.
When Aimery finished his miniature, he stared at it for a moment, sculpted and painted to as close to perfection as he could manage. Capturing the details of the PDF wonderfully to commemorate this deployment.
He kept starring at the figurine, before turning his attention to the rest of his collection, at the time of his creation they looked adequate. Now he could see all the flaws in his creations, the misplaced brushstrokes, the colours slightly too garish or too dull, the proportions just off enough to be noticeable to his transhuman eyes.
Perhaps redoing them would alleviate him of these feelings.
They did not.
He loved the world far too much.
Threw this up, decided I hadn't done one of these in a while and wanted to make another one.
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Nicholas Brooks
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The problem with Terminator Armor is that not everyone can use it, it specifically requires Terminator Honors and special training. That combined with the cost means that I doubt we'll have 100 suits for a long while. So I agree about keeping them all in one pile rather than assigning them, since we don't have all that many to begin with.
And 100% onboard for BP negotiations. The Ordo Astartes only really cares about Space Marines assuming military authority over other branches of the Imperium's defense forces and building private armies. Getting some other planets to siphon a bit of their industrial output off to us isn't gonna be looked at particularly closely.
Noroboro
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The thing about Terminator Honors is that it says that it is only awarded to Veterans. However, seeing as how we've diverged from the Codex and have an elite 10th, I'm certain we can do away with Terminator Honors and have at least a squad from each company be given special training. Then the next turn, we can have another squad from each company trained, etc.
Just to note, I do not want the entire chapter trained in Terminator suits, just enough of each company to have flexibility and for our command and captains to be trained in it.
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Really good as always
Also is it just me or does Amory kinda read like Konrad Curze? The whole "Emperor ordained this rebellion" part makes him seem like a fatalist (like Curze), we learned that he can be needlesly brutal and he doesn't seem to have friends (or we simply haven't seen him interact with his brothers)
It was kinda the vibe I was going for yeah, I wanted to allude to Konrad Curze with a lot of the guys beliefs like his absolute belief in fate. I also imagine him as somewhat unsociable. Not totally abrasive but just kinda off and distant.
The brutality is specifically down to what he sees as a personal insult towards Luctus and his Chapter. The guy is extremely angry at their existence and he doesn't feel that their punishment of death was harsh enough. Outside of this situation he's about as brutal as the rest of his brothers.
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Hey @ThunderOwl if we had chosen Iron Warriors would we had been able to participate in the Siege of Hydra Cordatus?
As always, great job. Really like the musings of Amery about Luctus, and his rage and bloodthirst against the traitors is a good contrast against his usual calmer point of view. Canonized, and you get bonus to the next toughness roll in Luctus.
In the Siege of Hydra Cordatus no. You would have been able to participate in Honsou's invasion of Ultramar however.
@ThunderOwl a few questions:
1. if we had chosen a homeworld that already recruited for the imperial guard ( like Durranti) what would have happened to the already deployed regiments?
2. Could we help deathwatch construct a watch fortress closer to our sector?
3. Will we be able to open diplomatic relations with the custodians?
4. Will we at some point be able to make fan made space marine chapters for the story?
5. What's the probability of us running into one of the traitor primarchs?
6. Despite not choosing word bearers could we get involved with the Anchorite?
7. What's the probability of use running into Kor Phaeron? We may not be able to get to Erebus but he is the next be thing we all have got an nostroman flaying knife with his name on it 😈
8. When will the reinforcements arrive for Yerma?
1. if we had chosen a homeworld that already recruited for the imperial guard ( like Durranti) what would have happened to the already deployed regiments?
2. Could we help deathwatch construct a watch fortress closer to our sector?
3. Will we be able to open diplomatic relations with the custodians?
4. Will we at some point be able to make fan made space marine chapters for the story?
5. What's the probability of us running into one of the traitor primarchs?
6. Despite not choosing word bearers could we get involved with the Anchorite?
7. What's the probability of use running into Kor Phaeron? We may not be able to get to Erebus but he is the next be thing we all have got an nostroman flaying knife with his name on it 😈
8. When will the reinforcements arrive for Yerma?
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Then that world wouldn't had had a guard regiment in the first place.
Theoritically yes, but that would need for Deathwatch to think it appropiate to build one.
No. The Custodians are the Emperor's closest companions, so they won't do anything you ask and if they ask you something the response will be "yes, sir".
For now, don't count on it.
Very low, until after the Great Rift all of them were doing their own thing in the Eye of Terror
No, that was the exclusive plotline for a Word Bearers Chapter, Night Lords have their own plotline.
The guy doen't leave Sicarius, so low.
They are rolled every once in a while. If they clear the DC they arrive.
Adrian XXIV
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I feel that "even then" it would be like with Rylanor (Anchorite wouldn't listen to someone not descent from XVIIth Legion)
Noroboro
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The fact that we haven't gotten even a hint or drop of what the Night Lords plot is yet has me incredibly wary over the year or so this quest has been active. I'm waiting for some Night Lord invasion or something...
Adrian XXIV
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One of Night Lords's plot lines in Canon, is Decimus attempting to "reunite the Legion".
Maybe it will be related to this.