[X] Warsmith Khorshau of the Sable Sons, the IV Grand Company of the Iron Warriors. Once, long, long ago, he was your battle brother, perhaps the greatest of the Iron Warriors of the IV Grand Company. He was a brilliant warrior, a masterful commander, and a loyal soldier. During the Great Crusade, he belonged to the Inner Circle of your forebear, Perturabo, and led the armies of mankind to victory on countless worlds. Long ago, you and your men looked up to him, revered him, held him as a father. But after the Heresy, he became a twisted version of himself, a monster clad in the flesh of one you knew. The IV Company remained stable under him, largely avoiding the splintering that affected the rest of the Legion. For centuries, he has been content to remain within the Eye of Terror, but of late, Chaos Marines of the Sable Sons have been gathering in the Dymidan Sector, and it is rumored that Khorsau plans to march on it in the name of Chaos Unvided--a brutal war that, if launched, will see millions dead, and billions more under the sway of the Ruinous Powers. (Gain Modifier: Iron & Sable)
Um, that's not how it works. Necroing is not against any sort of rules on SV. They're not being unproductive by saying crappy one-liners or asking if it's dead or not, they're contributing votes, so it's not even a crappy necro.
Now, whether it does anything or not is another issue, but disparaging people for posting in inactive threads is not the answer. Just wait and see if it dies again or not.
Anti necromancy posts are actually infractable and if the QM really wanted they can request a staff lock.
Meanwhile, my quests have frequently been dead for 'over two weeks' simply because I haven't had the time to update, to use an example where I know they aren't abandoned. So not having been posted in for awhile ain't proof of quest death.
[X] Warsmith Khorshau of the Sable Sons, the IV Grand Company of the Iron Warriors. Once, long, long ago, he was your battle brother, perhaps the greatest of the Iron Warriors of the IV Grand Company. He was a brilliant warrior, a masterful commander, and a loyal soldier. During the Great Crusade, he belonged to the Inner Circle of your forebear, Perturabo, and led the armies of mankind to victory on countless worlds. Long ago, you and your men looked up to him, revered him, held him as a father. But after the Heresy, he became a twisted version of himself, a monster clad in the flesh of one you knew. The IV Company remained stable under him, largely avoiding the splintering that affected the rest of the Legion. For centuries, he has been content to remain within the Eye of Terror, but of late, Chaos Marines of the Sable Sons have been gathering in the Dymidan Sector, and it is rumored that Khorsau plans to march on it in the name of Chaos Unvided--a brutal war that, if launched, will see millions dead, and billions more under the sway of the Ruinous Powers. (Gain Modifier: Iron & Sable)
You are the Captain of the 12th Company of the Iron Warriors. Long centuries ago, you and your loyal men stole geneseed from the very Eye of Terror itself and fled the forces of Chaos. You have remained loyal to the Emperor across these vast millennia, and you and your men have safeguarded the far-flung borders of the Imperium for eons, hunted by loyalist and traitor alike.
But who are you? You were born long, long ago. You can remember the first days of the Crusade. You call yourself a Captain out of loyalty to the lord, to the father and the legion you once served, but the legion died long ago on the killing fields of Isstvan. But in these long years, you have become something more.
You are...
[] Captain Ancile. You are more than a leader to your men, you are an unyielding wall of iron, a guide for them to follow, a shield for them to grasp. You lead by example: you are the first through the breach and the last to leave the field. You have devoted these long years to maintaining the iron fighting trim of your men, that they might be ever-ready for the war against Chaos.
[] Captain Aahan Talaraz. Tall, silent and stern, you have wholly embraced the ideal of your great Crusade, and have devoted every waking moment for the last ten thousand years to redeeming for your fall. You committed grievous sin in following your doomed brothers for even the smallest of moments, and the shame of it smarts still. You have looked upon the Emperor's face. You have walked on Holy Terra when it was Old Earth. You know no doubt or uncertainty. Only the Emperor. And you will never fail him again.
[] Captain Orestes, beloved by his men. You are a source of morale, charismatic and quick-thinking, able to sway mere men to your cause and embolden the hearts of even the fiercest Astartes. This translates to favoring quick, iron-swift strikes which both allow your elite to savage the enemy and spare as many of your men as is possible.
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But you have not led this legion alone these long years. Who has been at your side while you led the 12th Company across the eons?
The ones you do not choose do not exist, and neither do their positions and benefits.
[] Vespasian, the Librarian. A crackling avatar of arcane energy, he served as your Librarian before the Council of Niakaea. When you escaped from Chaos, he resumed his old duties in service to the Emperor. He is immensely powerful and has had centuries to hone his skills, but he, and the rest of the Company, are all too aware of the source of his might. He has taken on more of an advisory position unless his aid is sorely needed.
[] Your Apothecary, Eudamidas. Alone among all your Company, he is not an Iron Warrior. In distant decades gone by, he was a member of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim's proud sons. He was separated from his legion before the Heresy, and never had the chance to be corrupted as they were. He is valued among the Company for his ability to take geneseed from fallen Astartes into willing volunteers from worlds you have saved. Though his process is rushed, its flaws are few, and it has kept your ranks bolstered for centuries.
[] The dreadnought, Valerian. The dreadnought of the 12th Company, he was the captain before you, many long thousands of years ago. He serves as a secondary leader and a valuable commander--when he is awake. To preserve the slow degradation of his faculties, he has spent thousands of years at a time asleep, and as a result, his faculties have slipped far less than those of other dreadnoughts his age, to the point where he can actively fight and command with much of the skill he did when he walked in the flesh.
[] The champion, Laconicus. One of the rare newer additions to the Company, he is relatively young--only some 900 years old. In a Company that prides itself on having lost only a handful of Astartes over ten thousand years, he has still managed to rise to the top, besting Astartes millennia his elder in the art of the blade. Confident, brave, and strong, he is the heart of the Company on and off the field. Though he has little head for strategic or large-scale command, he carves through the armies of chaos like a hurricane given human form.
[X] Captain Ancile. You are more than a leader to your men, you are an unyielding wall of iron, a guide for them to follow, a shield for them to grasp. You lead by example: you are the first through the breach and the last to leave the field. You have devoted these long years to maintaining the iron fighting trim of your men, that they might be ever-ready for the war against Chaos.
[X] Your Apothecary, Eudamidas. Alone among all your Company, he is not an Iron Warrior. In distant decades gone by, he was a member of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim's proud sons. He was separated from his legion before the Heresy, and never had the chance to be corrupted as they were. He is valued among the Company for his ability to take geneseed from fallen Astartes into willing volunteers from worlds you have saved. Though his process is rushed, its flaws are few, and it has kept your ranks bolstered for centuries.
[X] Captain Orestes, beloved by his men. You are a source of morale, charismatic and quick-thinking, able to sway mere men to your cause and embolden the hearts of even the fiercest Astartes. This translates to favoring quick, iron-swift strikes which both allow your elite to savage the enemy and spare as many of your men as is possible.
[X] Your Apothecary, Eudamidas. Alone among all your Company, he is not an Iron Warrior. In distant decades gone by, he was a member of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim's proud sons. He was separated from his legion before the Heresy, and never had the chance to be corrupted as they were. He is valued among the Company for his ability to take geneseed from fallen Astartes into willing volunteers from worlds you have saved. Though his process is rushed, its flaws are few, and it has kept your ranks bolstered for centuries.
[X] Captain Aahan Talaraz. Tall, silent and stern, you have wholly embraced the ideal of your great Crusade, and have devoted every waking moment for the last ten thousand years to redeeming for your fall. You committed grievous sin in following your doomed brothers for even the smallest of moments, and the shame of it smarts still. You have looked upon the Emperor's face. You have walked on Holy Terra when it was Old Earth. You know no doubt or uncertainty. Only the Emperor. And you will never fail him again.
May the stars flicker and the dark gods choke on their bedeviled laughter before we ever entertain the thought of failing the Emperor once more.
[X] Your Apothecary, Eudamidas. Alone among all your Company, he is not an Iron Warrior. In distant decades gone by, he was a member of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim's proud sons. He was separated from his legion before the Heresy, and never had the chance to be corrupted as they were. He is valued among the Company for his ability to take geneseed from fallen Astartes into willing volunteers from worlds you have saved. Though his process is rushed, its flaws are few, and it has kept your ranks bolstered for centuries.
Without the support of Mars, some way of maintaining the purity of our geneseed is paramount. Absolutely nothing short of Faith itself can take precedence over this.
[X] Captain Ancile. You are more than a leader to your men, you are an unyielding wall of iron, a guide for them to follow, a shield for them to grasp. You lead by example: you are the first through the breach and the last to leave the field. You have devoted these long years to maintaining the iron fighting trim of your men, that they might be ever-ready for the war against Chaos.
[X] Your Apothecary, Eudamidas. Alone among all your Company, he is not an Iron Warrior. In distant decades gone by, he was a member of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim's proud sons. He was separated from his legion before the Heresy, and never had the chance to be corrupted as they were. He is valued among the Company for his ability to take geneseed from fallen Astartes into willing volunteers from worlds you have saved. Though his process is rushed, its flaws are few, and it has kept your ranks bolstered for centuries.
[X] Captain Aahan Talaraz. Tall, silent and stern, you have wholly embraced the ideal of your great Crusade, and have devoted every waking moment for the last ten thousand years to redeeming for your fall. You committed grievous sin in following your doomed brothers for even the smallest of moments, and the shame of it smarts still. You have looked upon the Emperor's face. You have walked on Holy Terra when it was Old Earth. You know no doubt or uncertainty. Only the Emperor. And you will never fail him again.
[X] Your Apothecary, Eudamidas. Alone among all your Company, he is not an Iron Warrior. In distant decades gone by, he was a member of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim's proud sons. He was separated from his legion before the Heresy, and never had the chance to be corrupted as they were. He is valued among the Company for his ability to take geneseed from fallen Astartes into willing volunteers from worlds you have saved. Though his process is rushed, its flaws are few, and it has kept your ranks bolstered for centuries.
[X] Captain Aahan Talaraz. Tall, silent and stern, you have wholly embraced the ideal of your great Crusade, and have devoted every waking moment for the last ten thousand years to redeeming for your fall. You committed grievous sin in following your doomed brothers for even the smallest of moments, and the shame of it smarts still. You have looked upon the Emperor's face. You have walked on Holy Terra when it was Old Earth. You know no doubt or uncertainty. Only the Emperor. And you will never fail him again.
[X] Your Apothecary, Eudamidas. Alone among all your Company, he is not an Iron Warrior. In distant decades gone by, he was a member of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim's proud sons. He was separated from his legion before the Heresy, and never had the chance to be corrupted as they were. He is valued among the Company for his ability to take geneseed from fallen Astartes into willing volunteers from worlds you have saved. Though his process is rushed, its flaws are few, and it has kept your ranks bolstered for centuries.
[X] Captain Aahan Talaraz. Tall, silent and stern, you have wholly embraced the ideal of your great Crusade, and have devoted every waking moment for the last ten thousand years to redeeming for your fall. You committed grievous sin in following your doomed brothers for even the smallest of moments, and the shame of it smarts still. You have looked upon the Emperor's face. You have walked on Holy Terra when it was Old Earth. You know no doubt or uncertainty. Only the Emperor. And you will never fail him again.
[X] Your Apothecary, Eudamidas. Alone among all your Company, he is not an Iron Warrior. In distant decades gone by, he was a member of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim's proud sons. He was separated from his legion before the Heresy, and never had the chance to be corrupted as they were. He is valued among the Company for his ability to take geneseed from fallen Astartes into willing volunteers from worlds you have saved. Though his process is rushed, its flaws are few, and it has kept your ranks bolstered for centuries.
I'm a sucker for Terran born marines. I really wanted to take the Librarian, but an Apothecary is too valuable. Maybe we'll get some other psyker to train from the new aspirants the Apoth gives us.
[X] Captain Aahan Talaraz. Tall, silent and stern, you have wholly embraced the ideal of your great Crusade, and have devoted every waking moment for the last ten thousand years to redeeming for your fall. You committed grievous sin in following your doomed brothers for even the smallest of moments, and the shame of it smarts still. You have looked upon the Emperor's face. You have walked on Holy Terra when it was Old Earth. You know no doubt or uncertainty. Only the Emperor. And you will never fail him again.
[X] Your Apothecary, Eudamidas. Alone among all your Company, he is not an Iron Warrior. In distant decades gone by, he was a member of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim's proud sons. He was separated from his legion before the Heresy, and never had the chance to be corrupted as they were. He is valued among the Company for his ability to take geneseed from fallen Astartes into willing volunteers from worlds you have saved. Though his process is rushed, its flaws are few, and it has kept your ranks bolstered for centuries.
[X] Captain Ancile. You are more than a leader to your men, you are an unyielding wall of iron, a guide for them to follow, a shield for them to grasp. You lead by example: you are the first through the breach and the last to leave the field. You have devoted these long years to maintaining the iron fighting trim of your men, that they might be ever-ready for the war against Chaos.
[X] Your Apothecary, Eudamidas. Alone among all your Company, he is not an Iron Warrior. In distant decades gone by, he was a member of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim's proud sons. He was separated from his legion before the Heresy, and never had the chance to be corrupted as they were. He is valued among the Company for his ability to take geneseed from fallen Astartes into willing volunteers from worlds you have saved. Though his process is rushed, its flaws are few, and it has kept your ranks bolstered for centuries.
[X] Captain Aahan Talaraz. Tall, silent and stern, you have wholly embraced the ideal of your great Crusade, and have devoted every waking moment for the last ten thousand years to redeeming for your fall. You committed grievous sin in following your doomed brothers for even the smallest of moments, and the shame of it smarts still. You have looked upon the Emperor's face. You have walked on Holy Terra when it was Old Earth. You know no doubt or uncertainty. Only the Emperor. And you will never fail him again.
[X] Your Apothecary, Eudamidas. Alone among all your Company, he is not an Iron Warrior. In distant decades gone by, he was a member of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim's proud sons. He was separated from his legion before the Heresy, and never had the chance to be corrupted as they were. He is valued among the Company for his ability to take geneseed from fallen Astartes into willing volunteers from worlds you have saved. Though his process is rushed, its flaws are few, and it has kept your ranks bolstered for centuries.
[X] Captain Orestes, beloved by his men. You are a source of morale, charismatic and quick-thinking, able to sway mere men to your cause and embolden the hearts of even the fiercest Astartes. This translates to favoring quick, iron-swift strikes which both allow your elite to savage the enemy and spare as many of your men as is possible.
[X] Your Apothecary, Eudamidas. Alone among all your Company, he is not an Iron Warrior. In distant decades gone by, he was a member of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim's proud sons. He was separated from his legion before the Heresy, and never had the chance to be corrupted as they were. He is valued among the Company for his ability to take geneseed from fallen Astartes into willing volunteers from worlds you have saved. Though his process is rushed, its flaws are few, and it has kept your ranks bolstered for centuries.
[X] Captain Aahan Talaraz. Tall, silent and stern, you have wholly embraced the ideal of your great Crusade, and have devoted every waking moment for the last ten thousand years to redeeming for your fall. You committed grievous sin in following your doomed brothers for even the smallest of moments, and the shame of it smarts still. You have looked upon the Emperor's face. You have walked on Holy Terra when it was Old Earth. You know no doubt or uncertainty. Only the Emperor. And you will never fail him again.
[X] Your Apothecary, Eudamidas. Alone among all your Company, he is not an Iron Warrior. In distant decades gone by, he was a member of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim's proud sons. He was separated from his legion before the Heresy, and never had the chance to be corrupted as they were. He is valued among the Company for his ability to take geneseed from fallen Astartes into willing volunteers from worlds you have saved. Though his process is rushed, its flaws are few, and it has kept your ranks bolstered for centuries.
[X] Captain Aahan Talaraz. Tall, silent and stern, you have wholly embraced the ideal of your great Crusade, and have devoted every waking moment for the last tenthousand years to redeeming for your fall. You committed grievous sin in following your doomed brothers for even the smallest of moments, and the shame of it smarts still. You have looked upon theEmperor's face. You have walked on Holy Terra when it was Old Earth. You know no doubt or uncertainty. Only the Emperor. And you will never fail him again.
[X] Your Apothecary, Eudamidas. Alone among all your Company, he is not an Iron Warrior. In distant decades gone by, he was a member of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim's proud sons. He was separated from his legion before the Heresy, and never had the chance to be corrupted as they were. He is valued among the Company for his ability to take geneseed from fallen Astartes into willing volunteers from worlds you have saved. Though his process is rushed, its flaws are few, and it has kept your ranks bolstered for centuries.
[X] Captain Aahan Talaraz. Tall, silent and stern, you have wholly embraced the ideal of your great Crusade, and have devoted every waking moment for the last ten thousand years to redeeming for your fall. You committed grievous sin in following your doomed brothers for even the smallest of moments, and the shame of it smarts still. You have looked upon the Emperor's face. You have walked on Holy Terra when it was Old Earth. You know no doubt or uncertainty. Only the Emperor. And you will never fail him again.
[X] Your Apothecary, Eudamidas. Alone among all your Company, he is not an Iron Warrior. In distant decades gone by, he was a member of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim's proud sons. He was separated from his legion before the Heresy, and never had the chance to be corrupted as they were. He is valued among the Company for his ability to take geneseed from fallen Astartes into willing volunteers from worlds you have saved. Though his process is rushed, its flaws are few, and it has kept your ranks bolstered for centuries.
[X] Captain Aahan Talaraz. Tall, silent and stern, you have wholly embraced the ideal of your great Crusade, and have devoted every waking moment for the last ten thousand years to redeeming for your fall. You committed grievous sin in following your doomed brothers for even the smallest of moments, and the shame of it smarts still. You have looked upon the Emperor's face. You have walked on Holy Terra when it was Old Earth. You know no doubt or uncertainty. Only the Emperor. And you will never fail him again.
[X] Your Apothecary, Eudamidas. Alone among all your Company, he is not an Iron Warrior. In distant decades gone by, he was a member of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim's proud sons. He was separated from his legion before the Heresy, and never had the chance to be corrupted as they were. He is valued among the Company for his ability to take geneseed from fallen Astartes into willing volunteers from worlds you have saved. Though his process is rushed, its flaws are few, and it has kept your ranks bolstered for centuries.