Sterbelicht - One Sacrifice At A Time Against The Galaxy (40K)
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Alectai
Speaks Words of Wisdom... On occasion
There's a 5 in there, is that good then?
HeroCooky
Unverified Monstergirl
To quote the rules I made for Psykana:
Two off from 55, darn.
Now to pray that the Psykana experiments aren't going to mog us next turn.
Nicolay
I desperately need more Darktide lore
Wana bet?
Alectai
Speaks Words of Wisdom... On occasion
I still imagine we're going to find them just magically getting raptured to where they could do the most damage. Or somehow summon a Greater Daemon, or something.
Because this is 40K, you can't get away with anything that isn't "Make Things Worse" here
Because this is 40K, you can't get away with anything that isn't "Make Things Worse" here
I think that is what would have happened had a chaosnumber been rolled.
Nah.Because this is 40K, you can't get away with anything that isn't "Make Things Worse" here
Meeting the Kil'drabi didn't make things worth, we found friends instead.
We will need to bludgeon the setting a bit to keep our candles bright, but we will!
Though seriously, we NEED to deal with the evil monsters in our home, it's going on 70 years that we've done little more than quarantine them.
Alectai
Speaks Words of Wisdom... On occasion
We've pushed back somewhat, and I think we've managed to broadly discourage their incursions, the worry is that they're getting raptured more resources or firepower to stick it to us.
Fortunately, we at least have our Engineering force on standby on the home front, which should blunt any incursion.
Absolutely.
Hopefully next Turn we'll have 2 military units, a bunch of Lamenters neophytes (remember: when Chyron wenn to nap there we're a bunch of Gene-Seeds still brewing) and light support from the Choir.
063.M42 - You Are Not Human
HeroCooky
Unverified Monstergirl
Three years.
That was how long it took until the last of the Corrupted Nobles had been slain and killed, their corpses burned to ashes and the same placed into leaden boxes quickly flung into the stars of the system.
It took only one year for Bnuy to already wish she was away from this wet and damp world filled with the noise of silent anticipation underneath the waves, though the largest part was that she missed the touch of anything other than fabrics and metal upon her fur and frame. Picts and recordings were no replacement for feeling his warm hands upon her body. Yet, she, like all other Hymnals or Mutants, could not show her body to the people here, neither in combat when they supported their fellow siblings in faith by singing songs of aid and strength or during times of rest when they faced those of import in the liberated city-fleets or rare fortress-islands, or when they attempted to carve a new Melody within the Warp, one of protection and safeguarding. It would have ended very badly for everyone involved. So they had become a regiment of void suit-clad offworlders fighting viciously aside a group of terrifying psykers and noble Angles of the Emperor. But that would soon be a non-issue, as they would reside upon this world for only this night before they would return home, and Bnuy hungered deeply to make up for lost time once Teeln had been cornered by her.
Even if...some portions of the planet weren't as irritating as others, she thought, looking back from the balcony she stood upon and back into the sizeable feasting hall where the remaining loyal low nobility had gathered to throw a farewell celebration to Chapter Master Chyron and the Neophytes, alongside the officers of the Assault Regiment. The discordant noise from within bordered on a cacophony, souls meshing and clamoring within the Warp to scream and mingle their song and sound amidst the others for words within the right ears and at the correct time, knives of dark notes carefully sheathed even as each and every noble within nervously tapped their hilts as they watched all others do the same.
Or, at least, those who weren't baffled and silent as they spoke to Chyron or beheld his form gently walk here and there, all directed by a giggling young girl sitting atop his frame in a dress that contained more fabric than Bnuy had ever had on her person within the first two decades of her life combined. And whenever a noble tried to comment on the child sitting atop his frame, purring happily away as she surveyed her realm to the awe and jealousy of her peers at the sidelines, he denied any knowledge and acted dumb, only to be directed somewhere else once a mewl escaped the tiny soul sitting atop to drive him somewhere else her childish mind had found more interesting.
And speaking of something interesting...it was not with a mewl, nor a purr, and neither a growl that another dimmed soul entered the balcony with her. It came with the hushing of the Warp, noises and melodies silencing themselves as the Queen of this world stalked forward, proud drums beating at her every step and fierce strings swishing across the world with a subtle twist of hips that did not belong onto her frame. This was not a noble, neither a commoner nor merely one who held power. No. This woman breathed with her domain in like, a soul of unbent fire crackling within eyes and vicious fangs staying from Bnuy's throat by contemptuous will.
A woman whose soul did not belong in her body. Interesting.
And a woman who leaned against the balustrade, smelling the ocean wind with a smile upon her lips and eyes turning to Bnuy, utterly feeling at ease in her company despite her psyker nature.
"You are not human," she spoke. Ice cracked within the Warp, and powers swirled their discordant tunes as Bnuy called upon them, ordering those she needed with fingers twitching under her cloak and subtle movements of her head.
"I am," she replied, a melodious tone escaping lungs and forming upon lips as both women stared at each other, anticipation swirling around the two.
"No, you are not," the Queen said and turned fully to regard the ocean, causing Bnuy to pause the drawing of her power. "I know the way you walk. Those legs you hide beneath your robes are not of human shape. You are not human," she continued, breathing deeply once more.
"And I could hear the growls of your soul when you resided over the trials of your foes, the purring aside the one it claimed as mate and those protected as kith and kin, and the pride with which it stalked among those regarded prey. Your body is not the one you were born with," Bnuy whispered, subtly struggling to hold her song at the ready, though it strained to be either let go or used.
A grin stretched across her face, and there was a wild beating of the hunt within her soul, eager spirits answering calls for feasts and chase joining the melody. "Then I think we both better still our tongues, lest we bring death to our shores," the Queen declared, not suggested, to her, and Bnuy slowly let go of the powers she had called upon. But a note of melancholy and yearning entered the soul of the woman opposite her. "Are you Felinid?" She asked.
"No," Bnuy answered. A head was hung, and dismay warred with stony acceptance while a sigh left her body.
"I had guessed so. And yet, I had hoped you were so I could have the chance to talk to one not traumatized by the cruel hands of those with power over those with none."
A beat passed, and Bnuy began to speak, urged on by a feeling and a hunch given by the Warp. It was her part to talk now, lest she let this duet become a dirge. "Was your mate not one with power over you when you had none?"
"He was, and when I had been naught but a seamstress on unknown shores and within a foreign port, catching the eyes of a young noble boy had been a fate I had nearly despaired at," she said, body turning to look back into the hall where she spied her mate and had her soul sung primal tones Bnuy had rarely ever heard, rarer still returned as the two did whenever they stood beside another. She knew beyond knowing that, should the two have their souls ripped from their bodies upon their death and stuffed into another one for one more attempt at life, then they would find each other again and know beyond knowing love pure and eternal once again. "I was lucky that though his eyes found my body pleasing, his mind demanded courtship as tradition demanded, no matter our stations, and I found myself his when he swore to become mine."
"Then I will pray that your lives hold for centuries yet. Love is rare, and love beyond death shared deeply between two souls all the more," Bnuy spoke, meaning every word, a string within her soul plucked to remember this oath eternal until fulfilled.
The Queen merely smiled and looked with contentment at her mate for moments stretching into eternity. Yet, that moment passed as true as any, and she turned once again to regard Bnuy standing beside her in anticipatory silence. "A neat trick," she commented idly, her soul unperturbed at the idea of mental manipulation, "though I hope you do have the decency to answer two questions of mine own for one of yours?" Bnuy nodded, slightly puzzled at the notes within the Warp, as she had let go of her song and let it fizzle without effect. "If not Felinid, but still of Human lineage, what manner of Abhuman are you?"
Bnuy felt her thoughts race and quickly settled on a name Teeln had given her when he had spoken to her of the visions of Old Terra and wondrous worlds given to him by the Star Child. "A Lagomorph from the lands of Celtic," she said, though neither name meant anything to either woman beyond being a people and a place unheard of in millennia.
"The second question is more of idle curiosity, as I know by now that your people and station were transported here through a warp storm," the Queen said, unwittingly etching the cover the Council had decided upon for how they came to be here deeper into the narrative of the Warp.
"But what do you actually call yourself? I have heard so many variations..."
Bnuy spoke freely:
6-HOUR MORATORIUM
[] (Write-In Faction Name)
An: That's how your forces look right now:
That was how long it took until the last of the Corrupted Nobles had been slain and killed, their corpses burned to ashes and the same placed into leaden boxes quickly flung into the stars of the system.
It took only one year for Bnuy to already wish she was away from this wet and damp world filled with the noise of silent anticipation underneath the waves, though the largest part was that she missed the touch of anything other than fabrics and metal upon her fur and frame. Picts and recordings were no replacement for feeling his warm hands upon her body. Yet, she, like all other Hymnals or Mutants, could not show her body to the people here, neither in combat when they supported their fellow siblings in faith by singing songs of aid and strength or during times of rest when they faced those of import in the liberated city-fleets or rare fortress-islands, or when they attempted to carve a new Melody within the Warp, one of protection and safeguarding. It would have ended very badly for everyone involved. So they had become a regiment of void suit-clad offworlders fighting viciously aside a group of terrifying psykers and noble Angles of the Emperor. But that would soon be a non-issue, as they would reside upon this world for only this night before they would return home, and Bnuy hungered deeply to make up for lost time once Teeln had been cornered by her.
Even if...some portions of the planet weren't as irritating as others, she thought, looking back from the balcony she stood upon and back into the sizeable feasting hall where the remaining loyal low nobility had gathered to throw a farewell celebration to Chapter Master Chyron and the Neophytes, alongside the officers of the Assault Regiment. The discordant noise from within bordered on a cacophony, souls meshing and clamoring within the Warp to scream and mingle their song and sound amidst the others for words within the right ears and at the correct time, knives of dark notes carefully sheathed even as each and every noble within nervously tapped their hilts as they watched all others do the same.
Or, at least, those who weren't baffled and silent as they spoke to Chyron or beheld his form gently walk here and there, all directed by a giggling young girl sitting atop his frame in a dress that contained more fabric than Bnuy had ever had on her person within the first two decades of her life combined. And whenever a noble tried to comment on the child sitting atop his frame, purring happily away as she surveyed her realm to the awe and jealousy of her peers at the sidelines, he denied any knowledge and acted dumb, only to be directed somewhere else once a mewl escaped the tiny soul sitting atop to drive him somewhere else her childish mind had found more interesting.
And speaking of something interesting...it was not with a mewl, nor a purr, and neither a growl that another dimmed soul entered the balcony with her. It came with the hushing of the Warp, noises and melodies silencing themselves as the Queen of this world stalked forward, proud drums beating at her every step and fierce strings swishing across the world with a subtle twist of hips that did not belong onto her frame. This was not a noble, neither a commoner nor merely one who held power. No. This woman breathed with her domain in like, a soul of unbent fire crackling within eyes and vicious fangs staying from Bnuy's throat by contemptuous will.
A woman whose soul did not belong in her body. Interesting.
And a woman who leaned against the balustrade, smelling the ocean wind with a smile upon her lips and eyes turning to Bnuy, utterly feeling at ease in her company despite her psyker nature.
"You are not human," she spoke. Ice cracked within the Warp, and powers swirled their discordant tunes as Bnuy called upon them, ordering those she needed with fingers twitching under her cloak and subtle movements of her head.
"I am," she replied, a melodious tone escaping lungs and forming upon lips as both women stared at each other, anticipation swirling around the two.
"No, you are not," the Queen said and turned fully to regard the ocean, causing Bnuy to pause the drawing of her power. "I know the way you walk. Those legs you hide beneath your robes are not of human shape. You are not human," she continued, breathing deeply once more.
"And I could hear the growls of your soul when you resided over the trials of your foes, the purring aside the one it claimed as mate and those protected as kith and kin, and the pride with which it stalked among those regarded prey. Your body is not the one you were born with," Bnuy whispered, subtly struggling to hold her song at the ready, though it strained to be either let go or used.
A grin stretched across her face, and there was a wild beating of the hunt within her soul, eager spirits answering calls for feasts and chase joining the melody. "Then I think we both better still our tongues, lest we bring death to our shores," the Queen declared, not suggested, to her, and Bnuy slowly let go of the powers she had called upon. But a note of melancholy and yearning entered the soul of the woman opposite her. "Are you Felinid?" She asked.
"No," Bnuy answered. A head was hung, and dismay warred with stony acceptance while a sigh left her body.
"I had guessed so. And yet, I had hoped you were so I could have the chance to talk to one not traumatized by the cruel hands of those with power over those with none."
A beat passed, and Bnuy began to speak, urged on by a feeling and a hunch given by the Warp. It was her part to talk now, lest she let this duet become a dirge. "Was your mate not one with power over you when you had none?"
"He was, and when I had been naught but a seamstress on unknown shores and within a foreign port, catching the eyes of a young noble boy had been a fate I had nearly despaired at," she said, body turning to look back into the hall where she spied her mate and had her soul sung primal tones Bnuy had rarely ever heard, rarer still returned as the two did whenever they stood beside another. She knew beyond knowing that, should the two have their souls ripped from their bodies upon their death and stuffed into another one for one more attempt at life, then they would find each other again and know beyond knowing love pure and eternal once again. "I was lucky that though his eyes found my body pleasing, his mind demanded courtship as tradition demanded, no matter our stations, and I found myself his when he swore to become mine."
"Then I will pray that your lives hold for centuries yet. Love is rare, and love beyond death shared deeply between two souls all the more," Bnuy spoke, meaning every word, a string within her soul plucked to remember this oath eternal until fulfilled.
The Queen merely smiled and looked with contentment at her mate for moments stretching into eternity. Yet, that moment passed as true as any, and she turned once again to regard Bnuy standing beside her in anticipatory silence. "A neat trick," she commented idly, her soul unperturbed at the idea of mental manipulation, "though I hope you do have the decency to answer two questions of mine own for one of yours?" Bnuy nodded, slightly puzzled at the notes within the Warp, as she had let go of her song and let it fizzle without effect. "If not Felinid, but still of Human lineage, what manner of Abhuman are you?"
Bnuy felt her thoughts race and quickly settled on a name Teeln had given her when he had spoken to her of the visions of Old Terra and wondrous worlds given to him by the Star Child. "A Lagomorph from the lands of Celtic," she said, though neither name meant anything to either woman beyond being a people and a place unheard of in millennia.
"The second question is more of idle curiosity, as I know by now that your people and station were transported here through a warp storm," the Queen said, unwittingly etching the cover the Council had decided upon for how they came to be here deeper into the narrative of the Warp.
"But what do you actually call yourself? I have heard so many variations..."
Bnuy spoke freely:
6-HOUR MORATORIUM
[] (Write-In Faction Name)
An: That's how your forces look right now:
What about…
[] The Star-Templars
Or
[] The Star Crusaders
[] Crusaders of the Sacred Sun
Too aggressive. We are not planning on going on any crusade any time soon.
- Pronouns
- Revan
The templars started as an organization to protect holy sites and the pilgrims that were moving through the Middle East. Based on this I think that the name The Star-Templar is an apt name since we are trying to protect the members of the new religion and any holy site that is created and not going into any offensive crusade nor anything like that.
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- Pronouns
- They/Them
[] The Starsingers
Yeah, but in universe hearing the word Templar will mostly likely make people think of the Black Templars.
Which might as well be the opposite of what we represent.
I really liked the candles bit from the Kil'drabi update, feel like that just hit the nail on the head for who our faction are/what they stand for.
Little lights against in the dark, sharing the flame to light more and more candles, pushing back the dark more and more.
So would like something that echoes that sentiment.
Little lights against in the dark, sharing the flame to light more and more candles, pushing back the dark more and more.
So would like something that echoes that sentiment.
[] The Star Sentinels
or
[] The Starlit Sentinels
[] The Starlight Sentinels
Because I think @BigBadBob7070 had a point about a name referencing our protection of our people and whatever else is related to our Star-Child cult.
Sentinels are Guards/Soldiers who keep watch, and aren't as charged or have as much aggressive meanings as say "Templars" (though there could be at least 5 Space Marine chapters with Sentinels in their name).
or
[] The Starlit Sentinels
[] The Starlight Sentinels
Because I think @BigBadBob7070 had a point about a name referencing our protection of our people and whatever else is related to our Star-Child cult.
Sentinels are Guards/Soldiers who keep watch, and aren't as charged or have as much aggressive meanings as say "Templars" (though there could be at least 5 Space Marine chapters with Sentinels in their name).
HeroCooky
Unverified Monstergirl
*Raises finger*
*Realization hits*
*Lowers finger*
Nope. I forgot. >:|
But you basically got a large boost to your health, morale, and people have started to experiment with something called "cooking."
good point
The Candles of Light
The Candles
The Candles of Hope
The Candles
THE Blaze of THE LIGHT
lol your all good and hurrah! Love to see massive boost to QoL and my god what occult witchcraft is this! Herocooky can we crack down on this devious heritcal pratice! /s
more seriously what are they expiermenting with cooking? what the favorite meal for them to make so far?
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