[X] Saving his kindred.
This is the most appropriate choice, I feel.
This is the most appropriate choice, I feel.
The Empty Crusade (Horus Heresy)
- Thread starter Planetary Tennis
- Start date
[X] Saving his kindred.
Archivist Grim
Totally not AI
- Location
- The abyss
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They
[X] Saving his kindred.
The most fitting choice
The most fitting choice
Vote closed
- Location
- Canada
It is gonna be weird seeing Pertarabo as a Hero, but I like it.
Tabascoheath
Unkempt, Evil-eyed Charlatan, and Pseudo-Mystic
- Location
- Your Nearest Orbital Habitat
Perty might be our Vulkan here and I'm all for it.
- Location
- Canada
Depending on what exactly happens to him, he might end up looking horrific or a version of a Primarch Dreadnought, so he gets the whole looking scary down, might not be as sociable as Vulkan, Perty's more a action speaks louder then words helpful from what I have seen here.
So with this we're pretty much guaranteeing that we'll make a primarch super crazy at some point right?
- Location
- Canada
oh probably, it's bound to happen with a few, can't have things be boring after all
Possible gene flaws for the 4th
1. Hate for the uncaring machine the marine with this flaw world relive the memory of perties conversation with the devil A.I. with all the emotion perty felt during this conversation which was rage that gets worse for the marine until he sees that isn't his gene-brother as a enemy to the point they won't even listen to none gene brothers just keep fighting until they die.
2. Kindred iron This flaw makes the marine feel the emotion of perty trying to save his kin this one is kind of better marine will put them self in any danger to save who ever they consider kin this one has a greater life expectance the marine could survive what ever was trying to kill the individual the marine considers kin now the marine but themselves the greatest danger allways no mater what.
These are the possible gene flaws I see the fourth getting if perty dies
Second Found 6
Vengeance would have to wait, sacrifices could be made but this was too high a price for mere satisfaction. His sword cut down the bonds holding the witch born, with deft hands he hands them off to able bodied men and women as he gathers the injured. Leaving the dead behind as he helps them push through the scattered claws of the devil. The positionings and defenses set up with their war doubling as fallback points as they fought forward. Strange events began to occur around the Primarch and the retreating people. Lightning from nowhere, rifts as the world around them was torn apart, the machine screaming without end how he ruined everything. The shuttle bay was massive and long abandoned feat of dust like snow as he led them to the ship parked there. By his hand he had ensured that as many as he could would escape.
As he protected the last of his people scared from all they know collapsing around them holding on by hope and his words. A massive sound of rending metal as as the gates to the void were torn open. Digging his hands into the decking he threw the last of his kin into the ships bay as the air was sucked out into blackness beyond. A massive machine nearly as long as the ark tore it's way in, before it could reach to attack the powering ship Perturabo detonated his last scrambling grenades. However this beast of the devil didn't shut down instead it turned to him massive red eye narrowing as a plasma torch came down to where he was standing. He rolled no armor on his person could have withstood such a blow. He had to dodge again, raising and firing his laser rifle, not even denting the black armor. Behind the mask of his lifesuit the Primarch smiled. As the beast fought him he could see the engines on the ship igniting.
He stepped away, eyes darting around the dock as the world continued to fall apart and the beast tore the dock to shreds. He moved hands twisting deftly as he dodged and weaved, rolling in the microgravity of the malfunctioning artificial gravity and unspun singularity behind lighting this battle. His eyes watched as the ship left, he was moving to the side he dodged a massive drill arm on the machine letting it puncture into a fuel tank which the follow-up plasma burst from the breast ignited. In moments Perturabo shifted moving behind broken metal as an explosion tore through the space. The Primarch coughed blood, looking down to the jagged metal in his body. The beast was left broken half of its body torn asunder. Its eyes narrowed as it turned a final weapon in him. He smiled watching as the ship entered a portal in the blackness beyond. The world shook and he glared as another ship took off into the black. The flower of the abyss and black hole around them wavering the rift opened by the ships not closing rather growing casting the world in a baleful light where the impossible black didn't block it.
The giant fired only for the injured Primarch to dodge the laser shot at the last moment but he wasn't quick enough as he feels his arm vanish from his perception.
Then the world tore in half casting the man into the void as the machine fell into the collapsing singularity he could see the entirety of the world, everything he knew buckled and warped as it fell in impossible directions. The machine lacked the systems to escape as its master surely had in the other ship. He could feel his lifesuit failed his superhuman biology only barely keeping him alive as the flower of black folded in as tears kept opening swirling clouds of impossible color. Then just as he falls into one rift the black hole recollapses and detonates with impossible force knocking him out.
Perturabo awoke beyond explanation in a grey room with an overwhelmed looking healer woman, his body in pain. A quick look showed that his left arm was entirely gone, blackened skin maring his whole left side, where his skin was not black from burns or scabbed from wounds; it was red and tender sloughing off where the healer gave even the lightest of touches. He tried to move his remaining arm and couldn't hold back the screaming as pain wrapped around his body, flesh tearing as weakened skin lost to empowered muscles tearing himself apart as he tried to move. The healer pushed back his degloved arm and shushed him, speaking softly words he couldn't bring himself to hear. Before long Vai entered the room, his adopted sister's face scared with weary and stress.
"We found you in the not space before we could activate the navigations. We left that place now but the system we're in is baren. You have been asleep for a year now, nothing we can do can heal you… I'm sorry." He lifted his arm noticing how the flesh had already woven itself back to its raw injured form as brushed her cheek, biting down any response to the pain that tore through him.
"That you and the others are safe is enough." He would find a way around this new malady, injury and sickness could be healed, death could not. He only wished that his pain didn't remind him of the image of that second ship fleeing the world he had doomed.
It would take days for him to get used to the sensations if his body tearing with each movement the lack of feeling from his missing arm. He disliked it but he could work past it, and other than the healer he would let no one see his pain. Eventually he decided to start going around the ship as they worked on finding a new world to inhabit he decided at first to wear a new lifesuit of his own design but with time he came to wear.
[][Body]Just the lifesuit
Perturabo would rely on no aid to dull his pain, he would not let it seem to an outsider he was changed at all from this trial.
[][Body]Medical pack
Raiding the archives of the ship and with his own ingenuity Perturabo crafted a mechanic harness, aiding his mobility and providing additional limbs for his use as well as providing him with drugs and painkillers to resist the pain.
[][Body]A Hand of his own
The devil used the hands and he learned much about them, now in his time of need he would put that to use. Setting up in a room, he would use mechanical puppets controlled from his mind dressed to hide their nature, so he could act without limits of his weakened form.
[][Body]An Armor
A powerful suit to move for him, supporting him and protecting him from this danger. It would keep him protected from all the world could throw at him.
Perturabo, having seen the state of his people, began his work as they slowly traveled the stars. His skin writhing and squirming with a life of its own each time they pass through the strange other realm in that search.
(Pick 2)
[][Work] Finding Home
His people were looking for an inhabitable world. He would aid this and do his best to help them set up when they found it.
[][Work] Making Home
His people were looking for an inhabitable world. He say this ship as that world after all they lived their whole lives on a station. He would work to turn this cramped ship into a city ship to carry his people.
[][Work] Hunt
He couldn't actually go find the devil's ship yet but he will do everything he can to prepare for when he can.
[][Work] Great Works
They are safe, whether or not they find the world they look for Perturabo knows peace. He had plans for works to aid and improve the lives of his people. Now is the time to refine and begin these works.
[][Work] The Living Curse
His injury doesn't heal but any new ones are quickly removed. This is far from natural and Perturabo will hunt down any information he can.
[][Work] Witches
The devil spoke of the importance of the witches to its plans and the population of the world was bred for those kinds he would need to make plans to deal with them as they are born and grow.
As he protected the last of his people scared from all they know collapsing around them holding on by hope and his words. A massive sound of rending metal as as the gates to the void were torn open. Digging his hands into the decking he threw the last of his kin into the ships bay as the air was sucked out into blackness beyond. A massive machine nearly as long as the ark tore it's way in, before it could reach to attack the powering ship Perturabo detonated his last scrambling grenades. However this beast of the devil didn't shut down instead it turned to him massive red eye narrowing as a plasma torch came down to where he was standing. He rolled no armor on his person could have withstood such a blow. He had to dodge again, raising and firing his laser rifle, not even denting the black armor. Behind the mask of his lifesuit the Primarch smiled. As the beast fought him he could see the engines on the ship igniting.
He stepped away, eyes darting around the dock as the world continued to fall apart and the beast tore the dock to shreds. He moved hands twisting deftly as he dodged and weaved, rolling in the microgravity of the malfunctioning artificial gravity and unspun singularity behind lighting this battle. His eyes watched as the ship left, he was moving to the side he dodged a massive drill arm on the machine letting it puncture into a fuel tank which the follow-up plasma burst from the breast ignited. In moments Perturabo shifted moving behind broken metal as an explosion tore through the space. The Primarch coughed blood, looking down to the jagged metal in his body. The beast was left broken half of its body torn asunder. Its eyes narrowed as it turned a final weapon in him. He smiled watching as the ship entered a portal in the blackness beyond. The world shook and he glared as another ship took off into the black. The flower of the abyss and black hole around them wavering the rift opened by the ships not closing rather growing casting the world in a baleful light where the impossible black didn't block it.
The giant fired only for the injured Primarch to dodge the laser shot at the last moment but he wasn't quick enough as he feels his arm vanish from his perception.
Then the world tore in half casting the man into the void as the machine fell into the collapsing singularity he could see the entirety of the world, everything he knew buckled and warped as it fell in impossible directions. The machine lacked the systems to escape as its master surely had in the other ship. He could feel his lifesuit failed his superhuman biology only barely keeping him alive as the flower of black folded in as tears kept opening swirling clouds of impossible color. Then just as he falls into one rift the black hole recollapses and detonates with impossible force knocking him out.
Perturabo awoke beyond explanation in a grey room with an overwhelmed looking healer woman, his body in pain. A quick look showed that his left arm was entirely gone, blackened skin maring his whole left side, where his skin was not black from burns or scabbed from wounds; it was red and tender sloughing off where the healer gave even the lightest of touches. He tried to move his remaining arm and couldn't hold back the screaming as pain wrapped around his body, flesh tearing as weakened skin lost to empowered muscles tearing himself apart as he tried to move. The healer pushed back his degloved arm and shushed him, speaking softly words he couldn't bring himself to hear. Before long Vai entered the room, his adopted sister's face scared with weary and stress.
"We found you in the not space before we could activate the navigations. We left that place now but the system we're in is baren. You have been asleep for a year now, nothing we can do can heal you… I'm sorry." He lifted his arm noticing how the flesh had already woven itself back to its raw injured form as brushed her cheek, biting down any response to the pain that tore through him.
"That you and the others are safe is enough." He would find a way around this new malady, injury and sickness could be healed, death could not. He only wished that his pain didn't remind him of the image of that second ship fleeing the world he had doomed.
It would take days for him to get used to the sensations if his body tearing with each movement the lack of feeling from his missing arm. He disliked it but he could work past it, and other than the healer he would let no one see his pain. Eventually he decided to start going around the ship as they worked on finding a new world to inhabit he decided at first to wear a new lifesuit of his own design but with time he came to wear.
[][Body]Just the lifesuit
Perturabo would rely on no aid to dull his pain, he would not let it seem to an outsider he was changed at all from this trial.
[][Body]Medical pack
Raiding the archives of the ship and with his own ingenuity Perturabo crafted a mechanic harness, aiding his mobility and providing additional limbs for his use as well as providing him with drugs and painkillers to resist the pain.
[][Body]A Hand of his own
The devil used the hands and he learned much about them, now in his time of need he would put that to use. Setting up in a room, he would use mechanical puppets controlled from his mind dressed to hide their nature, so he could act without limits of his weakened form.
[][Body]An Armor
A powerful suit to move for him, supporting him and protecting him from this danger. It would keep him protected from all the world could throw at him.
Perturabo, having seen the state of his people, began his work as they slowly traveled the stars. His skin writhing and squirming with a life of its own each time they pass through the strange other realm in that search.
(Pick 2)
[][Work] Finding Home
His people were looking for an inhabitable world. He would aid this and do his best to help them set up when they found it.
[][Work] Making Home
His people were looking for an inhabitable world. He say this ship as that world after all they lived their whole lives on a station. He would work to turn this cramped ship into a city ship to carry his people.
[][Work] Hunt
He couldn't actually go find the devil's ship yet but he will do everything he can to prepare for when he can.
[][Work] Great Works
They are safe, whether or not they find the world they look for Perturabo knows peace. He had plans for works to aid and improve the lives of his people. Now is the time to refine and begin these works.
[][Work] The Living Curse
His injury doesn't heal but any new ones are quickly removed. This is far from natural and Perturabo will hunt down any information he can.
[][Work] Witches
The devil spoke of the importance of the witches to its plans and the population of the world was bred for those kinds he would need to make plans to deal with them as they are born and grow.
- Location
- barking
[X][Work] Making Home
[X][Work] Great Works
Lets not have a bitter Perty
[X][Work] Great Works
Lets not have a bitter Perty
- Pronouns
- Human/Form/Keyblade
[X][Body]Just the lifesuit
Perturabo would rely on no aid to dull his pain, he would not let it seem to an outsider he was changed at all from this trial
[X][Work] Finding Home
His people were looking for an inhabitable world. He would aid this and do his best to help them set up when they found it
[X][Work] Great Works
They are safe, whether or not they find the world they look for Perturabo knows peace. He had plans for works to aid and improve the lives of his people. Now is the time to refine and begin these works
Perturabo would rely on no aid to dull his pain, he would not let it seem to an outsider he was changed at all from this trial
[X][Work] Finding Home
His people were looking for an inhabitable world. He would aid this and do his best to help them set up when they found it
[X][Work] Great Works
They are safe, whether or not they find the world they look for Perturabo knows peace. He had plans for works to aid and improve the lives of his people. Now is the time to refine and begin these works
- Location
- Canada
oh man, Perty got it rough, but i can say that he did good.
As for our new options
[X][Body]An Armor
A powerful suit to move for him, supporting him and protecting him from this danger. It would keep him protected from all the world could throw at him.
Let his indomitable spirit and mind be reflected in his new body of metal, the Dreadnought Primarch and one to help lead warriors who will withstand any and all dangers for Mankind
[X][Work] Hunt
He couldn't actually go find the devil's ship yet but he will do everything he can to prepare for when he can.
We will not let his White Whale get away, he made a vow, and it will be done. But until then...
[X][Work] Great Works
They are safe, whether or not they find the world they look for Perturabo knows peace. He had plans for works to aid and improve the lives of his people. Now is the time to refine and begin these works.
Now we can actually do work without fear of reprisal from the Devil, he is a crafter, let his weapons rest for now and make the people he has become the protector for live life the way they should have.
I know this is avoiding the obvious curse, but so far Perty has been all about doing this for his people and his actions in saving them at the cost of maybe even his own death showcases his fatal flaw for this iteration, he gives too much of himself for others and obsesses over their safty over his own.
As for our new options
[X][Body]An Armor
A powerful suit to move for him, supporting him and protecting him from this danger. It would keep him protected from all the world could throw at him.
Let his indomitable spirit and mind be reflected in his new body of metal, the Dreadnought Primarch and one to help lead warriors who will withstand any and all dangers for Mankind
[X][Work] Hunt
He couldn't actually go find the devil's ship yet but he will do everything he can to prepare for when he can.
We will not let his White Whale get away, he made a vow, and it will be done. But until then...
[X][Work] Great Works
They are safe, whether or not they find the world they look for Perturabo knows peace. He had plans for works to aid and improve the lives of his people. Now is the time to refine and begin these works.
Now we can actually do work without fear of reprisal from the Devil, he is a crafter, let his weapons rest for now and make the people he has become the protector for live life the way they should have.
I know this is avoiding the obvious curse, but so far Perty has been all about doing this for his people and his actions in saving them at the cost of maybe even his own death showcases his fatal flaw for this iteration, he gives too much of himself for others and obsesses over their safty over his own.
- Location
- colombia
[x][Body]An Armor
A powerful suit to move for him, supporting him and protecting him from this danger. It would keep him protected from all the world could throw at him.
[X][Work] Great Works
They are safe, whether or not they find the world they look for Perturabo knows peace. He had plans for works to aid and improve the lives of his people. Now is the time to refine and begin these works.
[x][Work] Witches
The devil spoke of the importance of the witches to its plans and the population of the world was bred for those kinds he would need to make plans to deal with them as they are born and grow.
we shall make a great civilization and find ways to contain psykers
also we really need to containe them i dont wanna deal with demon invasions
A powerful suit to move for him, supporting him and protecting him from this danger. It would keep him protected from all the world could throw at him.
[X][Work] Great Works
They are safe, whether or not they find the world they look for Perturabo knows peace. He had plans for works to aid and improve the lives of his people. Now is the time to refine and begin these works.
[x][Work] Witches
The devil spoke of the importance of the witches to its plans and the population of the world was bred for those kinds he would need to make plans to deal with them as they are born and grow.
we shall make a great civilization and find ways to contain psykers
also we really need to containe them i dont wanna deal with demon invasions
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[x][Body]An Armor
A powerful suit to move for him, supporting him and protecting him from this danger. It would keep him protected from all the world could throw at him.
[X][Work] Great Works
They are safe, whether or not they find the world they look for Perturabo knows peace. He had plans for works to aid and improve the lives of his people. Now is the time to refine and begin these works.
[x][Work] Witches
The devil spoke of the importance of the witches to its plans and the population of the world was bred for those kinds he would need to make plans to deal with them as they are born and grow.
A powerful suit to move for him, supporting him and protecting him from this danger. It would keep him protected from all the world could throw at him.
[X][Work] Great Works
They are safe, whether or not they find the world they look for Perturabo knows peace. He had plans for works to aid and improve the lives of his people. Now is the time to refine and begin these works.
[x][Work] Witches
The devil spoke of the importance of the witches to its plans and the population of the world was bred for those kinds he would need to make plans to deal with them as they are born and grow.
Tabascoheath
Unkempt, Evil-eyed Charlatan, and Pseudo-Mystic
- Location
- Your Nearest Orbital Habitat
[X][Body]Just the lifesuit
Perturabo would rely on no aid to dull his pain, he would not let it seem to an outsider he was changed at all from this trial.
[X][Work] Making Home
His people were looking for an inhabitable world. He say this ship as that world after all they lived their whole lives on a station. He would work to turn this cramped ship into a city ship to carry his people.
[X][Work] The Living Curse
His injury doesn't heal but any new ones are quickly removed. This is far from natural and Perturabo will hunt down any information he can.
Perturabo would rely on no aid to dull his pain, he would not let it seem to an outsider he was changed at all from this trial.
[X][Work] Making Home
His people were looking for an inhabitable world. He say this ship as that world after all they lived their whole lives on a station. He would work to turn this cramped ship into a city ship to carry his people.
[X][Work] The Living Curse
His injury doesn't heal but any new ones are quickly removed. This is far from natural and Perturabo will hunt down any information he can.
[x] [Body]An Armor
[x] [Work] Witches
[x] [Work] The Living Curse
[x] [Work] Witches
[x] [Work] The Living Curse
[X][Work] Making Home
[X][Work] Great Works
I'm good with either armor or lifesuit. Armor because of dreadnought Primarch, but lifesuit because I'm reminded of a Josuha Graham quote, "Better clean than comfortable." That constant reminder for Pert will ensure that he never forgets his fury but also the price one needs to pay to protect that which is dear to you.
In regards to the two votes, I do like the idea of Pert focusing on making his own Craftworld in the long-run and Pert has always been a man that dreams of great works.
[X][Work] Great Works
I'm good with either armor or lifesuit. Armor because of dreadnought Primarch, but lifesuit because I'm reminded of a Josuha Graham quote, "Better clean than comfortable." That constant reminder for Pert will ensure that he never forgets his fury but also the price one needs to pay to protect that which is dear to you.
In regards to the two votes, I do like the idea of Pert focusing on making his own Craftworld in the long-run and Pert has always been a man that dreams of great works.
- Location
- Planet Earth
[x][Body]An Armor
A powerful suit to move for him, supporting him and protecting him from this danger. It would keep him protected from all the world could throw at him.
[X][Work] Great Works
They are safe, whether or not they find the world they look for Perturabo knows peace. He had plans for works to aid and improve the lives of his people. Now is the time to refine and begin these works.
[x][Work] Witches
The devil spoke of the importance of the witches to its plans and the population of the world was bred for those kinds he would need to make plans to deal with them as they are born and grow.
A powerful suit to move for him, supporting him and protecting him from this danger. It would keep him protected from all the world could throw at him.
[X][Work] Great Works
They are safe, whether or not they find the world they look for Perturabo knows peace. He had plans for works to aid and improve the lives of his people. Now is the time to refine and begin these works.
[x][Work] Witches
The devil spoke of the importance of the witches to its plans and the population of the world was bred for those kinds he would need to make plans to deal with them as they are born and grow.
@Planetary Tennis Had a fun idea for you. When we get to Khan and if you are thinking, "Well, what worlds could I give him that would still fit into his expected wheelhouse of being a speedy warlord?" I have a suggestion for an archetype world.
Post-Apocalyptic, more specifically, something akin to a composite Mad Max world. So yeah, Jaghatai Khan the Road Warlord. I dare say a nice set of possibilities for the White Scars of this universe. It allows them to keep their speed, but they can take on different mechanical aspects.
Post-Apocalyptic, more specifically, something akin to a composite Mad Max world. So yeah, Jaghatai Khan the Road Warlord. I dare say a nice set of possibilities for the White Scars of this universe. It allows them to keep their speed, but they can take on different mechanical aspects.