- Location
- Centro Italia
[ ] Kill him, like all priests he is useless. (Gain Trait: The Imperial Truth)
Road of Redemption
- Thread starter Jax
- Start date
[X] "Ferrus Manus held a distain for weakness and valued strength, and you have the gall to act as Cowards? To have the young take up arms and fight your fights, they at least have the spine to look me in the eye when talking. LOOK. AT. ME. When I'm talking, All of you . . . *when they have the courage to look you in the Eye* Decent" (Gain Trait: Echoes of Family)
Nicholas Brooks
Redeemer and Destroyer
- Location
- United States
[X] Throw him out of his own church. To deify the Emperor alone runs contrary to his will, though it is perhaps understandable for the ignorant, but to invoke him as a shield for such vile behavior is loathsome. (Gain Trait: Foe Of Corruption)
[X] Rebuke him and give him an opportunity to make amends. You have done much worse than this mortal after all, and yet you walk the galaxy still. You should at least allow a chance for his own redemption as well. (Gain Trait: Who Will Judge?)
[X] Rebuke him and give him an opportunity to make amends. You have done much worse than this mortal after all, and yet you walk the galaxy still. You should at least allow a chance for his own redemption as well. (Gain Trait: Who Will Judge?)
UbeOne
Daydreaming CPU
- Location
- Philippines
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] "Ferrus Manus held a distain for weakness and valued strength, and you have the gall to act as Cowards? To have the young take up arms and fight your fights, they at least have the spine to look me in the eye when talking. LOOK. AT. ME. When I'm talking, All of you . . . *when they have the courage to look you in the Eye* Decent" (Gain Trait: Echoes of Family)
[X] Rebuke him and give him an opportunity to make amends. You have done much worse than this mortal after all, and yet you walk the galaxy still. You should at least allow a chance for his own redemption as well. (Gain Trait: Who Will Judge?)
[X] Rebuke him and give him an opportunity to make amends. You have done much worse than this mortal after all, and yet you walk the galaxy still. You should at least allow a chance for his own redemption as well. (Gain Trait: Who Will Judge?)
Vote closed
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Oh fuck sake, my vote didn't fucking register.
You voted for echoes of family right?
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Yep, that one.
Prolog 4
- Location
- Kiel; Germany
[ ] "Ferrus Manus held a distain for weakness and valued strength, and you have the gall to act as Cowards? To have the young take up arms and fight your fights, they at least have the spine to look me in the eye when talking. LOOK. AT. ME. When I'm talking, All of you . . . *when they have the courage to look you in the Eye* Decent" (Gain Trait: Echoes of Family)
"I must ensure the purity of my flok!" The priest found his voice back, answering your question. "If we aren't pure, we don't deserve to be rescued by Him on Terra. For it is written, blessed be by Him who keep themselves clean."
You stare at him for a moment, then you chuckle. This draws gasps from the crowd, and the High Priest recoils as if you had hit with the back of your hand.
"War is not clean," you say with a low voice. "It is dirty and grim. Ferrus Manus disdained weakness and valued strength. And you have the gall to be weak, cowering in this temple as the enemy is at the gate. You all don't find the strength to take up arms and defend your home, something children have found?!"
The High Priest didn't find the strength to answer you. His eyes fell to the ground. He was ashamed from your words. When you looked over the crowd, not one could meet your gaze. All of them not daring to do so. The temple had fallen to absolute silence. There wasn't even a babe crying anymore or the silent sobs you had heard before. From outside, in the near distance, one could hear clearly the screams of the aliens and the firing of guns, proving that defenders were still holding the line.
"Look at me!"
None of them wanted to do so, but you spoke for the first time as a Primarch. And that forced them to obey; they all looked at you. Some cried silent tears of fear as they were forced to do something their instincts tried to desperately keep them from doing. But their wills were weak when compared with the commanding intent of a Primarch. You saw them quiver, desperate hoping you wouldn't look at them, but you did. You saw every one of them and took the time to look them in the eyes.
"You're all decent people, I'm sure. But right here, all of you have failed the Emperor," you finally say your judgment. There are many gasps, and behind you, the High Priest makes a sound as if he is choking on something, not that you care enough. "The enemy is at your home, has burned it down, and you gather to prey?! Preying for what exactly? A swift death? That some miracle will happen? Let me tell you this truth: The galaxy is dark and grim. The chances of miracles are low, and a swift death is seldom the chase with Xenos. You, all of you who have gathered here, are ultimately doomed to die a meaningless death. You wonder why the Emperor doesn't answer your prayer?"
You pause as you look at the defeated faces that look at you. All of them were without any spark of hope. They were broken people who knew that the end was near. But what you told them devastated the hope they still had in their souls—the time had come to render your judgment over them.
"Because he is disgusted by them."
A gasp ran through the crowds of believers, and behind you, the High Priest made again a sound as if someone was choking him. Then, again, absolute silence fell over the Cathedral that honored your brother.
"What … what should we do then?" The question was asked with a weak, trembling voice, filled with fear and broken hope. It took a moment to realize who had asked the question, even for you, a post-human being. Slowly, you turn to look at the broken, hopeless form of the High Priest, who had fallen to his knees. Looking like a caricature of a once mighty man, his robes, with all the fine materials, had sacked on him. He didn't wear them with pride and righteousness as before, more like a man who pretended to be someone of renown and importance.
"You stand up to the Xenos! You push them out of your home; you slaughter them like the monsters that they are."
"But I can't, my lord."
He looked to the ground, his shaming even greater than his instinctive fear of breaking your orders. A defeated, scared old man who had no spark of hope left in him, that is what he was. When Chaos had corrupted you, you would've been disgusted by his weakness, but that was before.
You extended your hand to him and smiled at him.
"Then take my hand and let me help you, my friend. Let us together fight the darkness that encourages your home. Together, as all of humanity should stand."
The High Priest hesitated momentarily as if your offer was a trap. Then he slowly extended his bony, shaking fingers, putting his hands into your giant one. You closed your hand gently over his and easily pull him up to his feet. Maybe it was chance or he had shaken so much. But when you pulled him up, the High Priest's robe of office fell from his shoulders until he stood only in a white undergarments before you and the rest of the people gathered in the cathedral.
No matter how much you despised religion, you were also a master of command. You had led half of the galaxy against your father. You knew how and when to use your charisma.
"A rise now! Son of the Empire!" you roared, proudly speaking like a father who had just forgiven his misbegotten son as you looked down at the open-mouthed, gaping High Priest. "Xenos are at the doors of your Temple! Will you let them slaughter your flok?"
"No!"
"Then ring the bell! Gather all citizens of the Empire in this hour of need!"
"Yes, my lord!" There was a fever in his eyes as they left your face and flew through the room to some boys. They stood near a giant chain and wore similar robes but less impressive than the one of the High Priest. "Ring the bell! Call all to gather!"
As the boys sprang to action, you turned to the people who had watched the whole ordeal. They looked at you expectantly, their bodies almost vibrating with the need for action.
"And the rest of you, think what you can do to drive the Xenos back! All who want to fight gather at the doors. Those who can heal the wounded gather at the altar. We also will need food, childcare, and sleeping areas! To work!" You commanded, and when they all jumped up, you added the old war cry of the Imperium: "United to Victory!"
Persephone stands on the brink of defeat, but you've stepped forward to defend it. Already, survivors of the battle gather at the cathedral of Saint Manus.
Who are they?
You've 20 Points! If an option has (#), you may take that multiple times. Replace the # with the number of times you want to take that option. Each option adds to the dice poll that will be rolled to determine your fraction's stats. Military Units can be rebuilt to serve as such.
Please use Plan Voting!
[ ] Civilians 1 Point (#)
When the bell calls for the believers to gather, it is unreal for many of the city's surviving citizens. They come from their hideouts, desperate for the salvation of the rining marks. As they are called, they come, seeking protection, help, and, most importantly, hope.
Gain: 1d10 Stewardship, 1d10 Diplomacy
[ ] Suvivng PDF Solders 2 Points (#)
Persephone's PDF saw the brunt of the fighting from the beginning, and countless of its members died in the fight against the invaders. Even now, they try to save their home, even when it all seems hopeless… until they hear the bell of St. Manus.
Gain: 1d10 Intrigue, 1d10 Martial
[ ] Surviving Imperial Guard 3 Points (#)
When Persephone's desperate cry for help came, the Sector Command had few regiments of the Imperial Guard it could divert. They fought hard, even when the battle was clearly lost from the first moment. They came when the bell rang, hoping for a final stand.
Gain: 1d10 Stewardship; 1d10 Martial
[ ] Squad of Sisters of Battle 5 Points
Initially, the Sisters of Battle had escorted an Inquisitor to Persephone, who had his own mission. But they joined the desperate battle against the invading monster when the Xenos attacked. They lost their charge and hope the ringing of the bell was him.
Traits: Fanaticaly Believers
Gain: 1d10 Diplomacy, 2d10 Martial, 2d10 Learning
[ ] Squad of Space Marines 10 Points
The Placeholders sent Squad Brick to Persephone to stiffen local defense until the chapter adequately responded. That was three weeks ago. The chapter hasn't sent word since, and Squad Brick holds fast. Yet they are one squad, and the Xenos are many.
Traits: Space Marines, We Hold Fast
Gain: 2d10 Diplomacy, 5d10 Martial
"I must ensure the purity of my flok!" The priest found his voice back, answering your question. "If we aren't pure, we don't deserve to be rescued by Him on Terra. For it is written, blessed be by Him who keep themselves clean."
You stare at him for a moment, then you chuckle. This draws gasps from the crowd, and the High Priest recoils as if you had hit with the back of your hand.
"War is not clean," you say with a low voice. "It is dirty and grim. Ferrus Manus disdained weakness and valued strength. And you have the gall to be weak, cowering in this temple as the enemy is at the gate. You all don't find the strength to take up arms and defend your home, something children have found?!"
The High Priest didn't find the strength to answer you. His eyes fell to the ground. He was ashamed from your words. When you looked over the crowd, not one could meet your gaze. All of them not daring to do so. The temple had fallen to absolute silence. There wasn't even a babe crying anymore or the silent sobs you had heard before. From outside, in the near distance, one could hear clearly the screams of the aliens and the firing of guns, proving that defenders were still holding the line.
"Look at me!"
None of them wanted to do so, but you spoke for the first time as a Primarch. And that forced them to obey; they all looked at you. Some cried silent tears of fear as they were forced to do something their instincts tried to desperately keep them from doing. But their wills were weak when compared with the commanding intent of a Primarch. You saw them quiver, desperate hoping you wouldn't look at them, but you did. You saw every one of them and took the time to look them in the eyes.
"You're all decent people, I'm sure. But right here, all of you have failed the Emperor," you finally say your judgment. There are many gasps, and behind you, the High Priest makes a sound as if he is choking on something, not that you care enough. "The enemy is at your home, has burned it down, and you gather to prey?! Preying for what exactly? A swift death? That some miracle will happen? Let me tell you this truth: The galaxy is dark and grim. The chances of miracles are low, and a swift death is seldom the chase with Xenos. You, all of you who have gathered here, are ultimately doomed to die a meaningless death. You wonder why the Emperor doesn't answer your prayer?"
You pause as you look at the defeated faces that look at you. All of them were without any spark of hope. They were broken people who knew that the end was near. But what you told them devastated the hope they still had in their souls—the time had come to render your judgment over them.
"Because he is disgusted by them."
A gasp ran through the crowds of believers, and behind you, the High Priest made again a sound as if someone was choking him. Then, again, absolute silence fell over the Cathedral that honored your brother.
"What … what should we do then?" The question was asked with a weak, trembling voice, filled with fear and broken hope. It took a moment to realize who had asked the question, even for you, a post-human being. Slowly, you turn to look at the broken, hopeless form of the High Priest, who had fallen to his knees. Looking like a caricature of a once mighty man, his robes, with all the fine materials, had sacked on him. He didn't wear them with pride and righteousness as before, more like a man who pretended to be someone of renown and importance.
"You stand up to the Xenos! You push them out of your home; you slaughter them like the monsters that they are."
"But I can't, my lord."
He looked to the ground, his shaming even greater than his instinctive fear of breaking your orders. A defeated, scared old man who had no spark of hope left in him, that is what he was. When Chaos had corrupted you, you would've been disgusted by his weakness, but that was before.
You extended your hand to him and smiled at him.
"Then take my hand and let me help you, my friend. Let us together fight the darkness that encourages your home. Together, as all of humanity should stand."
The High Priest hesitated momentarily as if your offer was a trap. Then he slowly extended his bony, shaking fingers, putting his hands into your giant one. You closed your hand gently over his and easily pull him up to his feet. Maybe it was chance or he had shaken so much. But when you pulled him up, the High Priest's robe of office fell from his shoulders until he stood only in a white undergarments before you and the rest of the people gathered in the cathedral.
No matter how much you despised religion, you were also a master of command. You had led half of the galaxy against your father. You knew how and when to use your charisma.
"A rise now! Son of the Empire!" you roared, proudly speaking like a father who had just forgiven his misbegotten son as you looked down at the open-mouthed, gaping High Priest. "Xenos are at the doors of your Temple! Will you let them slaughter your flok?"
"No!"
"Then ring the bell! Gather all citizens of the Empire in this hour of need!"
"Yes, my lord!" There was a fever in his eyes as they left your face and flew through the room to some boys. They stood near a giant chain and wore similar robes but less impressive than the one of the High Priest. "Ring the bell! Call all to gather!"
As the boys sprang to action, you turned to the people who had watched the whole ordeal. They looked at you expectantly, their bodies almost vibrating with the need for action.
"And the rest of you, think what you can do to drive the Xenos back! All who want to fight gather at the doors. Those who can heal the wounded gather at the altar. We also will need food, childcare, and sleeping areas! To work!" You commanded, and when they all jumped up, you added the old war cry of the Imperium: "United to Victory!"
Persephone stands on the brink of defeat, but you've stepped forward to defend it. Already, survivors of the battle gather at the cathedral of Saint Manus.
Who are they?
You've 20 Points! If an option has (#), you may take that multiple times. Replace the # with the number of times you want to take that option. Each option adds to the dice poll that will be rolled to determine your fraction's stats. Military Units can be rebuilt to serve as such.
Please use Plan Voting!
[ ] Civilians 1 Point (#)
When the bell calls for the believers to gather, it is unreal for many of the city's surviving citizens. They come from their hideouts, desperate for the salvation of the rining marks. As they are called, they come, seeking protection, help, and, most importantly, hope.
Gain: 1d10 Stewardship, 1d10 Diplomacy
[ ] Suvivng PDF Solders 2 Points (#)
Persephone's PDF saw the brunt of the fighting from the beginning, and countless of its members died in the fight against the invaders. Even now, they try to save their home, even when it all seems hopeless… until they hear the bell of St. Manus.
Gain: 1d10 Intrigue, 1d10 Martial
[ ] Surviving Imperial Guard 3 Points (#)
When Persephone's desperate cry for help came, the Sector Command had few regiments of the Imperial Guard it could divert. They fought hard, even when the battle was clearly lost from the first moment. They came when the bell rang, hoping for a final stand.
Gain: 1d10 Stewardship; 1d10 Martial
[ ] Squad of Sisters of Battle 5 Points
Initially, the Sisters of Battle had escorted an Inquisitor to Persephone, who had his own mission. But they joined the desperate battle against the invading monster when the Xenos attacked. They lost their charge and hope the ringing of the bell was him.
Traits: Fanaticaly Believers
Gain: 1d10 Diplomacy, 2d10 Martial, 2d10 Learning
[ ] Squad of Space Marines 10 Points
The Placeholders sent Squad Brick to Persephone to stiffen local defense until the chapter adequately responded. That was three weeks ago. The chapter hasn't sent word since, and Squad Brick holds fast. Yet they are one squad, and the Xenos are many.
Traits: Space Marines, We Hold Fast
Gain: 2d10 Diplomacy, 5d10 Martial
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I think we don't need Space Marines, at least even if they are high-quality unit, that gives a risk of Tyranids getting the gene-seed.
Nicholas Brooks
Redeemer and Destroyer
- Location
- United States
Having or not having Space Marines here will not have any effect on that. From all the battles the Nids have had against the Imperium, they ate plenty of Astartes.
[x] Plan: Start small
-[x] Civilians 1 Point (7)
-[x] Suvivng PDF Solders 2 Points (4)
-[x] Squad of Sisters of Battle 5 Points
-[x] Civilians 1 Point (7)
-[x] Suvivng PDF Solders 2 Points (4)
-[x] Squad of Sisters of Battle 5 Points
Nicholas Brooks
Redeemer and Destroyer
- Location
- United States
We have 20 points. 7+4+5 is only 16. There's 4 left.
[X]Plan:Stand Tall For You Are Strong
-[X]Civilians 1 Point (5)
-[X]Suvivng PDF Solders 2 Points (2)
-[X]Surviving Imperial Guard 3 Points (2)
-[X]Squad of Sisters of Battle 5 Points
-[X]Civilians 1 Point (5)
-[X]Suvivng PDF Solders 2 Points (2)
-[X]Surviving Imperial Guard 3 Points (2)
-[X]Squad of Sisters of Battle 5 Points
sorry i was talking about 7x1+4x2+5 so there are zero left as it was intended in the chapter
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X]Plan:Stand Tall For You Are Strong
Love it.
Love it.
Nicholas Brooks
Redeemer and Destroyer
- Location
- United States
Ah so the "(4)" was the multiples you wanted. I thought it was a total cost, my b
[X]Plan:Stand Tall For You Are Strong
[X]Plan:Stand Tall For You Are Strong
- Location
- Philippines
[X]Plan:Stand Tall For You Are Strong