The Long Night Part One: Embers in the Dusk: A Planetary Governor Quest (43k) Complete Sequel Up

[Elder Haman]

74%-1 per point of combat or piety above 10, -10-20 if in city with other modifiers for job and Omakes

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Henry. He's got Piety 14 and Combat 28, which means he gets a +22 chance of survival. That only takes his chances of survival up to 48%, so he's most likely gonna die.

Tranth. Piety 23 and Combat 36. +39 chance of survival, he has a 35% chance of dying, that's about one in three.

Britton has it worse. Piety 21, Combat 27. +28 chance of survival. 54% chance of survival, a bit better than a coin flip.

Drago. Piety 14, Combat 33. +27 chance of survival. 53% chance of survival, this ancient general that's been with us since the beginning has slightly worse odds than Britton and Syr isn't ready to take his place yet.

Saren. Piety 19, Combat 26. +25 chance of survival. 51% chance of survival, just a bit better than a coin flip. Hopefully the island turtle kills the enemies near him.

Caroline would be pretty much fucked if it weren't for her proximity to Rotbart. Piety 17 and Combat 18. That's a measly +15 chance of survival for a grand total of 41% chance of living.

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So, odds of death:
Rotbart: 29% + Black Crystal Items + Omakes + City + Governor + Bodyguards + Odysseus
Caroline Vergil: 59% + City + Omakes + Personal Assistant
Drago: 47% + Omakes + General
Henry: 52% + Omakes + Admin
Jane: 37% + Omakes + Arbitrator
Saint Lin: 4% + Omakes + Priest
Fabricator Britton: 46% + City + Omakes
Tranth: 35% + City + Omakes
Saren: 49% + Omakes
Ridcully: 27% + Psykers Stuff + City
Xavier: 26% + Psyker Stuff
(Net: ~4 Character deaths from above.)

Regular Avernite: ??? (Looks like, um, 50%.)

Safe:
Syr
Amos Parnell
Fred Haword
Merdith Marue

I'm hoping that the survivors get a good bonus out of this. Maybe our Elite Psykers will go up to Heroic. Maybe we might get something like an 'Heroic-Level Squad'.

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Adding the City bonus of -10% to the base. Also adding the other named characters for a more complete list.

Rotbart: 19% + Black Crystal Items + Omakes + Governor + Bodyguards + Odysseus
Caroline Vergil: 49% + Omakes + Personal Assistant
Drago: 37% + Omakes + General
Henry: 42% + Admin + Survivor Trait
Jane: 27% + Omakes + Arbitrator + Expert Psyker Hunter
Saint Lin: -6% + Omakes + Priest + Saint + Light of Victory + Immune to Corruption
Fabricator Britton: 36% + Omakes
Tranth: 25% + Omakes
Saren: 49% + Omakes
Ridcully: 17% + Psyker Stuff + Omakes + Witness to Secrets Divine + Spy on Matters Divine
Xavier: 26% + Psyker Stuff + Omakes + The Governor's Hound
First Councilor Aryz: 7% + Quartok + Omake + Even Death Fears Ancient Soldiers

Hye Richards (Helltroopers): 39% + Leads from the back + Survivor Trait
Lucina Eichel (Dis PDF): 46% + Omake + A Sixth Sense
Samanta Khol (Avernus Spine): 35% + Hard to Kill + Ice Queen (resistance to emotion based effects)
Paolo Donovan (Azure Isles): 46%
Rebecca Agani (Lindon): 43% + Leads from the Front
Marija Paulson (Everglades): 31% + Leads from the Front + Survivor Trait
Leopold Schwarz (Elysium): 33% + Old Soldiers Never Die + Nothing New Under The Sun
Callahan Christianson (Aridia): 39% + Leads from the Front

Psykers (do not have combat or piety stats):
Odysseus- Assigned to Governor's bodyguard
Aria- Leader of Witch Hunters
Zhukov- Leader of Battle Psykers
Marita Hobbs, Pyromancer (G)
Tamia Jameson, Pyromancer/Telapath (B)
Andromeda Rattray - Pyromancer (D)

 

[Enjou]

Adding the City bonus of -10% to the base. Also adding the other named characters for a more complete list.

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I would guess that anyone in a hive city would get the -20% bonus rather than -10%, and possibly those in any city in Avernus's Spine due to the DAoT upgrades.

 

[Shard]

I think 10 is for the smaller cities, 20 is probably for a hive or so, or a place with heavy warding. So Rotbart has a 9% chance, before considering that he's a prime target (Highly popular Governer they would want to convert - Remember that cult which focused on Rotbart?...) with more defenses than norm. Saint Lin is like just targeted straight for death, since he's incorruptible.

Psykers probably have some other weird modifiers, too..

 

[Reynal]

So, omake from the Troll point of view. Kinda wondered what the intelligent (relatively speaking) wildlife knows of this sort of thing. Besides, Avernus is far too shiny a bauble for the Ruinous Powers to actually leave alone all the time...

Heart of Stone

Wave after wave of the demons of The Twisted One poured down from the far North, the territory none but the foolhardy ventured into. It was one thing to fight off those that invaded one's territory or to seek to hone one's skills through combat, and quite another to walk gladly to one's death.

It was odd, he mused, to see the differences between the various ranks of the demons. Some charging forward eagerly, looking to desire nothing more than to join the fight. Others appearing to be not so much running forward to engage with his people but to get away from the ire of those they had roused in the North. It was good to see that even these demons could feel fear, although he shuddered to think of what could drive them to that extreme. He hoped it did not desire to follow, as he doubted he and his people would be more than a meal to it.

At least, he thought, as long as his people held, there would be a great victory attributed to him in tales to come. It was rare indeed for The Great Wrong Ones to attack, after all, and each victory against them was told with wonder akin to that of besting the great Magma Wyrm. It was only now that he truly realized why this was—it was not because of their strength, but their relentless hate and numbers.

It was a small mercy what came were the legions of The Twisted One. The minions of The One Who Rages were renown among his people for the strength and fury with which they fought. Worse, at some level that strength and fury called to them, and they were forced to resist it while fighting else they be forever lost. Those of The Rotting One gained victory even in defeat, brining down even the strongest with their foul plagues and insidious rot, undetectable until death was already guaranteed. And finally, those of The One That Plans, rare as it was for them to appear, were all but impossible to pin down and fight, and always chose their battles so that every victory was pyrrhic at best, leading to further conflicts between the Tribes.

But those minions of The Twisted One were those that were easiest to deal with once they had understood their tricks. After all, how could they prey upon the weaknesses of the flesh when their flesh and hearts were in the form of Stone?

 

[Doomed Wombat]

the intelligent (relatively speaking)

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They are quite intelligent, at least smart enough to have their own social structure.

I mean the thing I'm concerned about is why they are as dumb as they are.

 

[Praetor98]

Gourmand

Swirls of color and force, being and umaking, the Immaterium stretched open. Screams of pleasure and moans of pain accompanied me as I was once again birthed into reality. I looked around and saw the remains of my host and countless others lying in this dark and damp cave.

These foolish Avernians, leaving over a thousand psychics in a single place, without guards, wards, or even defensive cells. This will be the new reign of Tzi'tah as keeper of secrets. I went from body to body, drawing symbols of pleasure, pain, sickness, hate, anger, and a thousand other secrets. The slow steady dripping of brine echoed around the boundless cavern, the smell of salt, seemed odd as i wiped some odd mucus holding them in the walls and onto the floor.

As i ventured further and further I began to notice the humans showing signs of mutation. A claw here, a tentacle there, Tzeench must enjoy fish as much as he did his birds. These weak humans didnt even kill their mutants, but that is fine; Slaneesh loves all.

Cinnamon, cardamom, spices sweet and sickening surrounded me as i began my ritual. First came the horrors, pink and blue, then the daemonettes. The soulfires blazed brightly as i summoned my lessers, never equals. I opened the warp portal even larger, the veil being weak and pliable, oddly more than normal. Echoes of war from the planet brought forth bloodletters, iron hounds, juggernauts and a bloodthirster walked into this world.

Flies flew from portals, plague bringers carried upon a pallaquin of flesh, an immense being, a great unclean one who owed me his very existence. A flurry of raven feathers carried with them 2 changers of ways. It had not been since Horus that we had gathered together, and this planet would be ours.

As the last psychic mutant was sacrificed we prepared to move as one, chaos undivided, there came a whisper, of leather wings gently waving. The far wall melted, and a great green face emerged.

Screams of fear from khornates? No this wasn't right. "Rally and fight! We shall kill this giant squidling and the planet shall be..." I caught a glimpse of its eyes. Dark soulless pits of inky blackness. They drew me forth into them, an infinite abyss, and my mind shattered.

Spicy, sweet, salty and sour. These new foods may have cleared out my larder, but they were so much richer and flavorful. A most excellent midnight snack. I yawned, and went back to sleep, dreaming of such an excellent feast.

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Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu Aver'nus wgah'nagl fhtagn

 

[Jexx]

All these omakes are great, but what we urgently need is a couple common-person omakes to boost survival percentage.

@durin: I imagine that Saint Lin tried to package Imperial Truth as something other than list of rules to blindly memorize and follow. How exactly he did that? Parables/allegories, koans, math/physics/logistic problem to solve, combination of the above?

 

[runes]

Toasty Keepers in the mourning
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"They're breaking down the gates! Get reinfo-" with a loud screech of metal on metal that gate flew taking the Captains head off it passing. The city of Mirkwood had been holding it's own against the Daemonettes and newly turn cultist. Lieutenant-General Agani had lead the defenders always striking at their weakest point before leaving the stationary defenses to hit in another zone. Dragging Primaris Hobbs around he burned out Cultist strong points while the Phase-Tigers infiltrated the lesser ones to wipe them out from within letting the rest of the garrison focus on the outer defenses. But when a full six Keeper of Secrets lead by none other than Ail'Slath'Sleresh, the Heartslayer it's self, things had turn grim indeed. A lucky hit with a orbital defense lance turned as low as it could took one of the giants head off dispelling it. The five remaining struck the lesser western gate where the mounted heavy weapons had been broken by traitor guards. Using a massive hammer one of the Keepers pounded on the doors each strike warping the thick metal till it flew off to embed itself into the building across the street.

With the way opened the Daemonettes abandoned their attacks on the walls to funnel through the gap with the Keepers at their head. Soon most of the deamons were in a few dozen blocks on the gate with the buildings nearby having been evacuated. Facing the charging Keeper of Secrets General Agani nodded toward the Phase-Tiger beside her. With a twist of the detonator the hundreds of det-charges and artillery melta shells leveled the area the upper half of two Keepers slamming into her lines before dissipating. The gate had been left under maned and seemingly damaged from internal fighting to draw the enemy into her trap. With over 80% of their units caught in the blast zone the attackers had been gutted but there was still three Keepers and thousands of Daemonettes to deal with. Hobbs took off at a run towards a Keeper struggling to free itself from the rubble. He wasn't as powerful as Xavier was but he had refined his Pyromancy to the point that he had tricks even Xavier hadn't been able to copy yet. Gathering his flames into a fist sized ball he poured more and more power into it as he closed to his target. The Keeper saw him at threw a arch at him just barely avoiding his head. Finally freed it tried to impale him with a claw hand but he slipped inside its reach holding up the ball of flame in his grasp. Releasing control over a small area of the sphere it was like a plasma reactor breach as it shot a jet of warp flames melting the Keeper where it stood.

Pain blossomed in his side as he went flying into a building. His armor and arm shattered he saw the Keeper with the hammer ready another strike as Heartslayer watched. Suddenly another Psyker made their presence known as the Keeper contorted in agony before being banished. From a near by roof the Grey Knights fell on Heartslayer striking with all their force and everything at their disposal in a dance of death. Heartslayer held them off with ease till Agani shot at it's feet with a plasma cannon splitting its attention from the battle in a fatal mistake. The leader of the Knights took it through the armpit into the heart with his force spear bringing the monster down to it's knees as his brothers hacked it apart. The Helltroopers drove off the remaining deamons to lick their wounds retaking the gate in short order. As the deamons fled north Carniflower and Dragonfruit hounded their every step the defenders forting back up the breach to await the end of this last attack on their homes.

 

[Massgamer]

Hunt of the Tigers
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On the world of Avernus there were many things for the foolish Daemons of the Dark Prince to fear but among them was one that brought their deaths without even revealing their existence. When they Daemons came these warriors who have experienced and survived much worse remained steadfast, when battle came they gathered and stroked back, and where they strike none could confirmed they were there at all. When General Agani found them it was only because they wanted her to find them.

For when the Phase Tigers were on the hunt all were their prey.

Together with Agani the Phase Tigers hit the Daemons where ever they could at their weakest points causing untold amounts of damage no one not from Avernus would believe such a small unit of troops could do on their own. With their skill and new suits they in some cases literally walked straight up to the Daemons and planted bombs on their disgusting faces. Their partners the actual Phase Tigers that the unit had raised from birth also got in on the action with their instinctual hate of the Daemons giving them strength and their handlers guiding their attacks they were more like an army unit themselves than beasts. In fact within their forest home, as Avernus itself struck out against it's invaders, wild Phase Tigers would fight side by side with their trained cousins and human masters working as one for that day they were all Phase Tigers defending their territory.

They could get back to killing each other after they got the Daemons off their lawn.

General Agani lead them all along with what troops she had with her showing her skill at leading ambushes that impressed even the Phase Tigers and were thinking of naming her an honorary member should she survive the invasion. All together Daemons learned quickly if they wanted to die quickly with no idea who killed them to enter the Forests of Avernus.

Throughout it all the Phase Tigers themselves had yet to once more take no true deaths among their numbers and even playfully joked among themselves that once more they could do the same again this time and that the first to die would have to deal with their teammates making fun of them for as long as the unit remained active. To outsiders and even some Avernites this behavior might seem cold but among this band of brothers and sisters and Phase Tigers who faced off against everyday against death itself and came out victorious it was natural.

For they were all hunters and let all the Daemons know fear since they had become their prey.

 

[Massgamer]

A Feast for the Sea​

Before the world descended into madness Inquisitor Klovis-Ultan was in the middle of making sure the Siren Embassy in the Isles was going according and the xenos themselves weren't trying to eat anyone in the process. While he agreed with the Governor in making as much peace as possible with the intelligent natives of the world speaking with beings that causally ate the souls of others was not an experience he enjoyed doing. The Siren Queen herself was still surprisingly pleasant to talk to if one got past what she was which wasn't easy.

Of course one easily forget such petty concerns when it was raining Daemons, people went made in the street, and when one of his own personal guard tried to kill him with a look or pure insanity on his face before the Siren Queen herself grabbed the man and sucked his soul out in front from him. When she dropped the now empty vessel with a look on her face as if someone had eaten something overly sweet it became disgusting she simply said, "It would seem like the one you know as Slaanesh has come for this world, but unfortunately for it's followers those that threaten my domain will know my fury." It was then that the Queen let out a piercing cry that while did act like normal sound a psyker assistant told him was instead a great telepathic beacon that was sounding off far and wide to those all across the Isles.

The from the sea came the host of the queen in all their glory.

Sirens of countless number rose from the sea and in groups working together sang their songs targeted at the Daemons that while did not totally fall under their spell were left tired and slow to act which gave them all plenty of time to move in and devour them. Unlike with humanity Daemons when devoured simply stopped existing as the Sirens devoured their souls disappearing into their bodies in cloud like form. The Siren Queen herself Ultan saw wrestle rather large Daemon down herself before feasting upon it.

All this had happened in rather a short amount of time and Ultan nearly slapped himself knowing this was not the time to watch but take action. As he turned to leave the incomplete Embassy and Sirens were starting to finish off the nearby Daemons their Queen spoke once more to him saying, "we may not be allies but we have a common annoyance this day and if you would have us we can work with you."

Ultan with no hesitation turned back to her and simply said "what can you do?"

The Queen simply smiled as all around her in the sea more Sirens surfaced along with, those equipped like ancient soldiers, Krakens of great size covered in Siren Runes carved upon their flesh, Dragon-Turles by the score being guided by the Sirens' songs, and much much more.

"Bring the might of the sea of this very world, guide it, and bring it upon the beings of disorder."

It was at that point Ultan received a short range transmission from Saren that while most static was able to hear the simply words of, "I know what is happening and I'm bringing the turtle."

It was at that point the Inquisitor could only wonder if he hit his head at some point earlier that day.

 

[Doomed Wombat]

made

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Mad I think this should be.

Also fantastic omakes.

 

[runes]

boost to morale for last transmission and reduction in number of trainee psykers lost for decsions

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I am making Awakening cannon and giving a major boost to Sarens research on the island turtle
I am giving a boost to Ridcully's chance of survival and a Super Exitus Rfle for Big Game Hunting
I am making a duet rings louder canon and giving a chance of a new elite psyker
I am making Gods and Monsters canon and giving a boost to Dorthonions rolls
I am reducing the number of deamons that reach you for Six Shining Deamons
I am giving the general a piety boost for Know Thyself

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canon
boost to defence of Dorthonion
chance of Named Titan

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Tamia's Stand will be canon and you get an increase in the chance that she survives and the chance that she is promoted, as well as a boost to rolls in Salem

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boost to quartok survival

boost to Xavier's survival chance and how well the new psyker city copes

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cannon and boost to chance of Rotbart surviving

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boost to Saint Lin's survival chance

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74%-1 per point of combat or piety above 10, -10-20 if in city with other modifiers for job and Omakes

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increased effect of Saint Lin, +5% to chance of Astropaths surviving

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Updated list of bonuses so far. We still have six omakes that haven't had a ruling on them yet to.

 

[Massgamer]

Knights of Grey​

The Grey Knight leader once more plunged his his mighty weapon through yet another foul Daemon while pointing his Strombolter at another. Truly the demonic invasion was of great cause of concern, but he had much faith in the combat abilities of the people of this world who were breed to fight on the likes of Daemonworlds and those that fell to the madness would simply be given the Emperors' mercy. For now however he and his battle brothers were once more in their element striking down the Daemons of the beings that dare call themselves gods and protecting mankind.

He and likely his brothers had all felt the impending invasion a second before it happened and now he was in the thick of the fighting always fighting into the thickest concentration of Deamons they could find so to give the locals time more time to reform and fight back. Truly the Daemons learned quickly it was never a good idea to give an Avernite time to react in combat. He was on his own, well not really since the local Avernities always came to assist him their valor and strength truly showing what the normal man is capable of, but he was separated from his brothers at this time when they had split up when they first arrived on planet to handle their various duties.

He himself was in Dis and was hoping to meet with the Governor before the invasion and now fought side by side with the local defense forces against the foul beings.

One of his brother had gone to meet with Saint Lin at the Unseen University and was likely now fighting by his side to protect the Last Saint, protect the psykers there, and put down any that fell themselves.

Another brother was with the leader of the Admech whose goal was to possibly discuss means to upgrade their equipment with the recent finds of DAoT tech they could use themselves and was now likely helping defend their Forge city.

His final brother was on the Isles helping the Inquisitor there in case the local Sirens decided to do him harm but even the xenos are likely the lesser threat now.

The rest of his brothers were off world in other locations in the Trust and while he prefered if they had been together to watch each others back with they as few as they are they had to split up to more effectively due their duties. However with them split up they could help bolster the defense where ever they were so that more lives could be saved and the Daemons slain.

As he gaxed upon the horde of charing Daemons the locals standing strong by his side he gave a loud prayer to the Emperor to give them strength while charging into their ranks as the Avernites followed close behind.

If he died this day he would do so taking as many Daemons with him.

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[Massgamer]

Green and Loud Allies​

The surviving Orcs from the invasion years ago that had not left during the retreat had made their homes in the swamps of the Everglades becoming simply another part of the environment as far as the Avernites were concerned. In fact some of the locals got so used to them they would compete sometimes over who killed the largest beast in the swamp and the Orcs talking about how Avernites were the most Orklike humans they have ever seen but still weren't green enough. In many ways Orks simply became a slightly more interesting neighbor compared to the already deadly animals.

The constant conflict and death to simply to survive on Avernus, for lack of a better world, had become "healthy" for the foul xenos. The constant battling killing off the weak Greenskins and those that survived becoming bigger and stronger than most average Orks which extended to even the lowest forms of Orkoid life like the Gretchins and such. The Orks themselves built a main city from an old corpse of a Rok used in an invasion, built shanty towns through the swamp, built themselves vehicles to from scrape around the terrain like their speed boats, even breed squigs to look like some of the local gators, and who knows what else.

So it came to no surprise that when the Daemons of Slaanesh came the Orks simply howled in joy and worked up enough Waagh energy their Weird Boyz somehow made the area where the Orks dwelled stable in the Warp.

Throughout the Everglade the Orks ran into battle on their speed boats, armored vehicles they had made amphibious, their squig gators, or even swam themselves to get to the fighting. Considering how the wildlife of the planet was so focused on the Daemons than the Orks the Orks themselves tamed a few of the beats and rode them into battle laughing all the while.
Truly the Orks were at their happiest when in a life and death battle against an endless enemy.

As Lieutenant-General Paulson gazed upon all of this through a scope he could only stare before ordering his troops to ignore the Orks as much as possible and focus on the Daemons. The Greenskins weren't allies but it wasn't unheard of to make use of them in such a manner for positive benefits so he would take all the advantages he could get while trying to keep those under his protection alive and order remained with his cities.

Once more he gazed through the scope to see what must have been the local Warboss of the Everglade Orks "Croc Jaw" ripe apart a particularly powerful Daemon with his bare hands before yelling for something tougher to fight saying how the "hummies" were way tougher than that.

Paulson could only sign with the fact a xeno was complimenting him.

 

[Enjou]

Perfection​

Magos Uolinel now knew that his path had been a foolish one. Before he had stood against the reforms, been one of the most outspoken of the Fabricator General's opponents. But now he knew the truth - the Adeptus Mechanicus had to change. Oh, no, not the way that that fool Britton wanted. No, the true Omnissiah had been revealed to him, and it wanted him to pursue perfection. Visions of machines perfectly fulfilling their intended purposes without even a single flaw filled his head. Machines infused with true spirits, not empty husks. It was truly glorious.

He knew that he'd have to spread his newfound revelations, and quickly! But where best to do so? He thought about it, and could only conclude that he would have to convert someone truly revered to his cause. The Fabricator General? No, he would never listen. Archmagos Saren, perhaps? No, he was too interested in the flawed and imperfect flesh of the beasts that inhabited this world. There was only one other. Archmagos Veneratus Explorator Trath, a man whose name would go down in legend for his discoveries. Nobody knew more about the discovered technologies than he, and he was the only one who could see the vision of perfection that Uolinel saw completed.

Decision made, he made towards the Forge-Temple in which Tranth was working. He entered the facility with a purposeful stride, and made his presence known.

"Archmagos, I would speak with you."

The four Myrmidons in the room did not move at all, but he knew that they were watching him. He would convert them as well. They would see the true path that the Quest for Knowledge must take. The Quest for Perfection would begin here.

"Speak, then." the Archmagos intoned, not looking up from his workbench.

So he did. He spoke of his grand vision, of the changes that needed to be made. The Myrmidons initially moved as if to gun him down, but Archmagos Tranth stopped them with a gesture. Truly the Archmagos Tranth was most wise. So he continued to preach of what needed to be done, passionately espousing how the Adeptus Mechanicus would make machines of unsurpassed perfection.

"I see... is that all?" the Archmagos asked, fiddling with something with his mechandrites.

"Yes. I am glad you have shown such wisdom in hearing me out. Now that you have been made aware of the true path, you can lead us into a new age, great one." Truly this was a glorious day!

"Mhmmm. Very well, I need you to help me with something first."

"Anything, Archmagos." It was unfortunate that he couldn't be the one to lead the Mechanicus into its new age of glory, but he had no doubt that he would be indispensable in the future.

"Good. With the daemonic invasion outside, I can't leave, and I needed a test subject."

"Wha-" before Uolinel could ask what he meant one of Tranth's mechandrites turned from the workbench and fired something directly into Uolinel's chest. The Archmagos himself turned around a second after, and sat there observing as the shocked Magos Uolinel's chest rapidly dissolved from within, the components of his various implants being utterly ruined in the process. The last thing that the corrupted Magos heard as he died was Archmagos Tranth's voice.

"Thank you, Uolinel, you've served your purpose. Testing shows that the reverse engineered Hellfire chemical works perfectly. Guards, send for a cleaning servitor to remove this mess."

 

[Doomed Wombat]

gaxed

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Gazed.

Also more great Omakes

 

[Pyro Hawk]

It says something strange when the 'standard' humans on the planet are more dangerous than the average Daemon...

 

[HanEmpire]

We need Britton alive for the reforms. More omake, more!

 

[Doomed Wombat]

It says something strange when the 'standard' humans on the planet are more dangerous than the average Daemon...

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No.

NONONONONO.

We are not better than the standard demons, better than the standard humans by a long shot, good enough to ensure 1:2 casualties against DE yes, but not equal to demons.

Yet.

Give us around 2000 years and everyone on Avernus will be an unconscious psyker, and that's not even including what the planet mind will do to improve us

 

[Azgrin]

What turn did we get the phase tigers? Both the soldiers and later the familiars?

 

[Massgamer]

What turn did we get the phase tigers? Both the soldiers and later the familiars?

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The Phase Tiger unit themselves were the first to raise Phase Tigers so I thought it only made sense they had a good number of apart of their unit at this time.

We haven't made official Phase Tiger warbeast units yet since we are still raising their numbers.

 

[HanEmpire]

What turn did we get the phase tigers? Both the soldiers and later the familiars?

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The soldiers came with the initial colonization wave. They're Catachan Jungle Fighters (aka. Rambos).
The tigers we got during the Necron Invasion.

 

[Massgamer]

Those of the Mountains​

Within the mountains of Avernus the Daemons found out early they could not trust the very earth as those that dwelled within made themselves known. The various Trolls of the region in a rare moment had banded together to fight against the foul trespassers that made them feel great hatred for simply by looking at them. When all the Troll shamans spoke about how the great earth spirit was saying these foul beings must be destroyed no Troll disagreed and all together the various High Kings lead their people to war.

Where the Daemons took a step Trolls would raise from the ground beating them with savage fury, dragging them into the earth to drown, or simply ripped them apart with their bare hands before swimming back into the earth to travel to their next targets. Having learned from watching the humans they would lead Daemons into perfectly placed locations before killing the mountain felling plants that would bury whole armies of Daemons in great tombs of earth while the Trolls remained affected simply swimming through the great tidal waves of dirt and stone. Thundershot planets were used to blast any Daemon foolish enough to follow the Trolls high enough in the mountains and the Trolls themselves made great use throwing huge boulders at the beings from far above.

When the High Kings went into battle they came along with their personal guard with the recovered weapons from past battles with the humans and wherever they went Daemons died in droves not expecting heavy guns to simply flow through the earth bringing their doom.

The Troll Shamans so closely connected to the great earth spirit like never before called upon vast number of the great tunnel worms who would collapse the ground underneath the Daemons before devouring them their very presence aging breaking down their very bodies. When the mightiest of the Daemons came or particularly large armies the great burning king worms came to destroy them all directed by the Shamans of their location.

The Daemons had made many mistakes attacking this planet but among the greatest was invading the homeland of those that made the very ground their means of transportation.

The High King later decided that since the humans had kept their province of not fighting with them and giving them food they would send a couple of their warriors to help out when they could and even asked the Shamans to help direct the great worms toward the human cities to attack the Daemons no doubt attacking them. After all if the humans died they would lose access to all the food they were getting along with what happens they could recover.

Not to mention despite having killed each other for years before the peace the humans were still much better neighbors than the disgusting Daemons.

 

[Reynal]

So, here's one from a rank-and-file Ordo Psykana priest. I'm kind of shooting in the dark here for the viewpoint he has though. Don't really know if it matches up with what Durin envisioned for them.

A Simple Priest

There was never a time where his job was more important than now. The incursion to the north had been so extreme in its suddenness and violence that even those who were not psychically sensitive, such as himself, had felt it. To those who were, the disruption had been so extreme that some had even died from the shock, souls burned out.

Others had not been so lucky--instead being killed, they were instantly overwhelmed by the corruption, and had to be put down. Truly he wished there was a way to save such souls. Despite everything they tried, not everyone could achieve sufficient strength of mind to resist the taint of the warp. To be damned despite one's own best efforts to the contrary railed against everything he believed.

Finally, there were the lucky ones, those whose strength of will or luck had shielded them from corruption. Those he helped shelter back inside, under the heaviest wardings. He joined them there too. Yes, they were not of his small flock of psykers, but it would take a heartless person to leave them facing death or worse alone. His flock no doubt knew that he was not away from them by choice, and certainly others would tend to them. His willingness to help was hardly unique among the order, after all, and once the current confusion died down they would be able to find him.

Calmly, he spoke to them, comforting their fears with his very presence and willingness to risk death or worse by staying near them during such a time. And how could he not, given that they did the same for all the people of Avernus and the Trust every day of their lives? At least he had chosen to put his life and soul on the line, unlike them. It was an honor to serve those who stood so strong when their very future was taken out of their hands and whose minds were under constant assault by the Runious Powers.

He continued to speak, reminding them of the majesty and splendor of the Emperor, who had lived a torturous existence for millennia that humanity may prosper. That even in these dark times following his death before his rebirth, he watches over us by giving us Saint Lin and the Governor. That even in their worst moments they were not alone. Not only does the Emperor protect, but he too provides. That others would gladly share their burden were they but able to.

Similarly, that the whispers of the dark gods and their minions were just that--whispers. That their promises of power were but a hollow lie--for who could know, better than them, that power came with a price. That the freedom they offered was nothing more than an insidious form of slavery, not even ending in death but lasting beyond it. That they were little more than parasites that fed on those in need.

One by one, they calmed down and began to collect themselves. Soon they would need his words again though. Some would likely fall, though it broke his heart. He would not be sleeping for at least another ten hours, though his body cried for rest and his throat was sore with from his comforting words. But he would never falter, nor allow his voice or conviction to waver. Not while his charges needed him.

 

[Massgamer]

We need Britton alive for the reforms. More omake, more!

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Maybe Britton breaks out the experimental equipment to go kick Daemon ass?