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

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Massgamer said:
Teacher and Protector
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It was shameful that he could not see this event coming beforehand so that Avernus may have better prepared for it but even the greatest of Seers cannot see everything. Now as Chaos and Daemons had come to Avernus in large amounts Headmaster Ridcully was now doing all he could to defend the Unseen University, his fellow psykers, and his invaluable students he had all come to care for. For that it was with a heavy heart he had to lead to killing many of his students in the middle of their training as the Warps' influence striked against those with the weakest wills falling to Chaos or outright possessed by Daemons. He had much experience in doing so but truly happening in such large amounts and in most so young made him pray for mercy for their souls and hate Chaos even more.

While Saint Lin had left not long after the invasion started having to put their research together on hold he remained to lead the University and do what he could for what he lacked in skills of a warrior he saw himself as a good leader. Those that had fallen early had be mercifully cast down before they could do harm to others, and thankfully they were few inside the University thanks to the vast amounts of wards all over, and lead the young anf untrained to safety in even more warded rooms and placed in medical comas to help prevent their fall. The Astropaths that remained joine the Neo-Astropaths within most warded area in the Unversity (his seering room) and once more given the anti-psyker talisman while also being placed into a medical coma so to hopefully spare them. The Unversity was then but into heavy lockdown, defenses primed, and it's supply of troops, Psyker Hunters, and Witch Hunters placed on high alert to defend the place to the last warrior.

Once he had done all he could to place his students and those under his care into safety finally could Ridcully do more in the fight.

He gathered all the Battle Psykers he could and sent them off either to help deal with their enemies alongside the other defenders of Avernus or also help defend the school. He himself used his powers to see as much as he could into the future and use the knowledge he could gain to give to others over short range communications. His powers may not be much in this invasion with the Warp itself being heavily influenced by Slaanesh but even his minor amount of assistance would go a long way to saving others.

With some of the best Battle Psykers guarding him while he worked Ridcully pushed himself to do what he could to help fight against the Daemons since while he was a teacher and defender first he would gladly fight in times like this.
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Reynal said:
Quicknewomake

The Best Men In Hell

This was far from the first time the Helltroopers and Helguard had faced off against demons. Although they had never before invaded a demon world, the very type of world these elite troops had originally been created to combat, the warp-touched nature of Avernus itself ensured that they gained plentiful experience against that loathsome foe. No, there was hardly a veteran member of those forces that had not come into conflict with demons plenty of times.

What was new was the sheer number with which they were confronted. When before they could bring weight of numbers to bear against the warpspawn, flanking individual demons and catching them in deadly crossfire, always having room to retreat when pressed, today they faced hordes instead of individuals, and retreat, while possible, exposed the brave citizens of Avernus to the hordes.

Still, the true benefit of being the elite of Avernus was not their experience against a specific foe. Just as Avernus always had another foe, another tactic, to kill them, so, to, did they. If they old tactics did not fit, they knew to improvise new ones. If they did not know how to adapt to an unknown situation, they would never have been able to survive.

Cycling quickly through tactics, they soon arrived at some that worked better. Those identified as such were then refined, all happening within the midst of a dance of death. They too observed the enemy's tactic, always trying to pick it apart for weaknesses. Shouts of warning about enthralling scents be released by a group that had moved upwind were responded to with a quick repositioning to flank the attack unit that tried to take advantage of the confusion as well as those of Slaanesh's minions that had advanced to release it. Small groups conferred about how effective isolating their suit's air systems were against it, and their findings were passed up the chain of command. Some brave units experimented with how susceptible the enemy was to being baited into ambush, while others determined the extent to which their melee weapons worked upon their foe, given that these specimens were being constantly reenforced through Slaanesh's presence. Damage caused by the various ranged weapons and munitions in use were also closely monitored. Ideas about how to use the wildlife were discussed, attempted, and analyzed. Through this all they watched and learned.

It was a costly education, by their standards. Many of their sisters and brothers in battle fell, never to rise again. Others were wounded, and, when possible, quickly evacuated for care with by the medics. But, to them, it was worth it. Their lives, valuable though they were, paled in comparison to the safety and security of Avernus as a whole. Each man and woman among them would gladly lay it down a thousand times to preserve that which they loved.

And then their education began to bear fruit. Where once scores of individuals were falling, now only tens were. Rather than only succeeding in picking off the outliers of the swarms, they began managing to split them into smaller groups, and then lure each group to its annihilation to a deadly crossfire, wildlife, or a prepared incendiary trap. The great swarms were specifically targeted for artillery strikes--too inaccurate under current circumstances to hit the smaller groups, yet devastating when a large target presented itself. The larger specimens, immune to the small arms of most of the troops, were quickly beaten down by coordinated melee assaults once the horde surrounding them was beaten down, or taken out through multiple heavy weapons strikes or armor.

All the while, they conveyed the information up the chain of command. For though their education was well worth it, they could not allow their brothers and sisters to pay the price if they could possibly avoid it. Fast vehicles were used to carry innovations and observations back to the cities. Tactical data was carefully archived, so they would never have to pay the price again. And through it all, they continued to work to always refine, always improve.
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Enjou said:
Zhukov is neglected. Let's help him!

True Grit

The streets of Hab-Block 872-d were empty, except for a handful of men currently staring one another down. Primaris Zhukov and his team of Veteran Battle Psykers had been chasing the three Chaos Psykers before them down for the last four days. They were only barely Zeta levels in his estimation, and since they had until now refused to meet him and his forces in open battle the damage they'd managed to cause had been limited. But there was nowhere for them to go now. The city's Psyker Hunters had blockaded the area and the Witch Hunters were closing in.

"Gentlemen, while I respect your ability to elude us for this long, it's over. Just give up and let us give you the Emperor's peace." Likely a fruitless gesture, he knew, but one he liked to make when possible. A few souls actually accepted now and then.

The apparent leader of the trio snarled in response. "Like hell we'll accept the mercy of a corpse. I know I'll die today, but I'll see you writhe in agony before I do!"

Zhukov sighed when the leader charged them, his fists bathed in pink and purple Warp fire. One of the others pulled out a gun and began shooting in off angles. They'd determined that one was either a diviner who relied on trick shots or a telepath that used illusions. Zhukov thought it was the former. The threat was somewhat negligible to him and his men though, given their advanced suits of power armor that were quite well warded - the civilian grade gun couldn't pierce it or their telekenetic shields.

Zhukov signaled for his comrades to take care of those two as he focused on the last one. This one was a biomancer and was now rapidly mutating himself into something far more dangerous. Zhukov wouldn't allow him to finish his transformation though, summoning Warp fire of his own at a distance, intent on burning the tainted psyker to death. While doing that, one of his comrades simply gunned down the pyromancer who handn't even bothered to put up a defense of any kind. The likely diviner was thrown back as another comrade used a wave of telekentic force against him. This put him in the perfect position to come down with a case of having his head lobbed off when a Witch Hunter who had just rounded the corner took advantage. This should have been victory, but...

"Hahahaha!" the horrid creature amidst the flames laughed. "I will not die. I will not give up! I was chosen by my lord! I am... GAAAAAAH."

"Shit! Possession!" Zhukov yelled. The fool had dipped too deep into his powers and now some damnable flame proofed abomination of the Warp was making itself manifest. And quickly at that. After mere seconds of trying to kill it with fire and bullets, it finished it's transformation. The damnable thing had six arms, and a thousand tentacles for legs, and a twisted face with three long tongues. It cackled in delight.

"Oooooh, how delightful. You will all make some fine playthings. Become my slaves now and I promise I'll allow you to feel things other than pain."

Right, bullets and Warp fire weren't working. Time for another idea. He dipped into his own biomancy, which while not his specialty was still formidable due to his status as an Elite Primaris. Electricity arced from his fingertips and slammed into the beast. His comrades followed suit.

"Oh my! It tingles! Wonderful! MORE! MORE!"

Would nothing kill this thing? It began meandering almost casually towards his group. Was this a Greater Daemon? A Keeper of Secrets? If so, what hope was there in defeating it? He could delve deeper into his own powers, but with the taint in the local Warp right now that was exceedingly dangerous. Still, he needed to know more about this thing, what made it tick. He used his biomancy to sense anything he could about the monstrosity, any type of weakness its flesh might possess... and he found nothing there. Nothing at all. How could that be? And then it came to him, and he expanded his search further. Grinning to himself, he chided himself for underestimating his opponent. "Clever girl..."

Ignoring the illusion, he shot open the door to the nearest hab and stalked towards his target. Inside he found what he was looking for. Not a biomancer like he had originally thought himself fighting, but a telepath skilled in illusions. A young girl, one who couldn't be more than ten. This aspect of his job never ceased to hurt, but it had to be done. The alternative was far worse.

"NO! STAY AWAY! THE PRINCE PROMISED TO TAKE ME TO HIS PALACE!" she screamed as she backed away from him.

"I'm sorry child, but that isn't happening. I would have loved to have someone with as much grit and cleverness as you as one of my comrades, but it's unfortunately not to be. This is all the mercy I can offer you."

Summoning as much power as he dared, he burned the poor child away body and soul. At the very least, Slaanesh and his daemons would not have her in death.
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Enjou said:
Ok, Jane omake.

A Less Boring Day

Deep in The Fens, Chaos psykers struck at eachother, leveling their foul powers against one another.

"Foul wretch! You bow to the wrong master! Bow down and obey the Star Father!" demanded one. She sent a wave of psychic energy at her opponent to ensnare her mind, but she shrugged it off.

"Hahaha! Slaanesh rules this world now. Your powers do nothing! You may have been the stronger of us before, but now I shall be victorious." the second taunted. "Why should I bow down to such a boring god? Embrace the pleasures of the flesh, and you will experience sensations unlike any you've ever felt before. If you do, I'll let you be my personal plaything."

"Never!"

"Then dance for me like a puppet! Amuse me until you break!" said the slave of Slaanesh, starting to utter the forbidden dances of his dark master. The slave of the Star Father attempted to resist, but she was weakening, her own powers waning as the Dark Prince's influence had spread across the world. "Yes! YES! Now you shall-"

Both of their heads exploded as metal spikes from Impaler Sniper Rifles penetrated their skulls. Two kilometers away Jane Oakheart nodded in satisfaction.

"Excellent shots, team. Another successful operation with no casualties. It's quite fortunate our targets where at eachother's throats, but don't expect that to last."

Jane grimaced at the thought. As bored as she'd been, it was preferable to what was happening now. She had no doubt that the number of cultists and Chaos psykers would increase drastically due to this incursion, and millions would die as a result. Slaanesh's influence on Avernus had been very low since the birth of Ynnead and the Chaos God's weakening, but now the foul thing would likely be the dominant threat for years to come.

She got on her vox and contacted the main office of the Fens. "This is Arbitrator Oakheart. You've had two hours to assess the situation, give me a report."

"Ma'am, we've got contact with a few cities through the landlines, but there isn't a complete network. We have no contact with Dis, and we're not certain of how connected the cities we don't have lines to are. The cities we can contact report that they're on high alert, with the Arbites having implemented the contingency plans you put in place for an event like this. There's been a sudden upsurge in cultist activity as expected, but so far they seem to have a handle on it and the military are being contacted to help deal with the worst trouble spots."

Jane nodded in satisfaction. The Adeptus Arbites of Avernus was a well oiled machine. They dealt with more Chaos psykers and cultists on a regular basis than any other human world could expect to. "Good. If the cities we have contact with are already following procedure without prompting, it's probably safe to say that the rest are doing so as well. We'll get through this, people."

They would, and then it would become boring again for a while, but Jane could live with that. Boring just meant things were going right, after all.
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Shard said:
The AVERNUS and the ensuing death poem omake doesn't have a listed bonus.
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+1 to all city defences for them

Fanhunter696 said:
Leviathan

Archmagos Saren knew he was assisting to something irreepetable, he could feel the thrill as the Turtle charged another blast. Unlike last time he had the chance of direct the sensors towards that immense ball of pure energy, the results were astonishing, in less than 15 minutes the turtle had concentrated between his jaws enough energy to obliterate a Titan Legion on in one strike! Then the Song Started



Saren was so centered in those readings that, at first he didn´t notice the song. It started softly, but soon it became completely overwhelming, this music was unlike anything Saren has ever listened, it was clearly not produced by anything resembling a human. And it felt completely different to the song of the Sirens because where the Siren´s song intent was to weaken the mind of the prey and to make it surrendet, this song has the opposite effect. Saren how his will got stronger, and where there once were doubts now there was only a new resolution: "This is our Home, and no one will take it from us" Then he saw it...

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An immense shadow of hundreds of meters, that erupted from the water just down the flying fortress given him a perfect look of this magnificent beast. It looked like somewhat like a Whale but it was not those facial tentacles or the vicious jaws it had, but those immense eyes and sad eyes looked much more humanlike than any xenos had the right to do. he was so fascinated with this creature that only his many years of experience studying Avernus creatures prevented him from ordering to move this fortress to the poles to fight against the demons, then he proceeded to order his crew to stay alert and not to advance towards the poles without his explicit order. Shaking his head Saren returned to his observation post where he started a new report: "New species found, Provisional Name: Leviathan"
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Shard said:
Blank Shot

Damos heard nothing. That, in of itself, was unusual among the denizens of Avernus, given the nature of Avernus. He wasn't deaf, of course - that was a genetic death sentence on a deathworld. No, it was that he was a truly soulless creature that was working out so much in his favor today. Invisible to wildlife, daemons and chaos psykers alike, he crouched down among the underbrush and lined up another shot.

A converted psyker collapsed to the ground, a wound through his head. His eyes lacked even the emotion of surprise as he collapsed, dead.

Unlike everyone, the seducing voices of Slaneesh would not claim him or find him. Here, he could ply out his shots in total peace. The wildlife being pre-occupied with the invading army meant that a blink-spider wouldn't try to claim him. Not now. He took careful aim at another Avernite fallen to chaos. A sergeant, this time.

And he was no more, offering no more leadership to the forces of chaos.

One of the rare 4th-generation Avernites, evolutionary pressures had favored sharp eyes, swift movements, and a quick mind, among numerous other traits favored for in soldiers. Going through boot camp was easier than it was for his still-living grandparents, and he'd found a talent at precision fire. Training and specialization soon followed. That most of his free time was added to it simply made his even more lethal at it. Now, he was finally able to put it into use. One of the psykers had fallen to chaos, and was about to draw on the warp to create a conflagration faster than could be reacted to by his former comrades.

But he would not do so, not when he was distracted by dying to shot from where he could never perceive.

Wildlife attacks on him in particular wasn't as harsh as it was on the others, but that just resulted in him saving his friends more often than not. He hadn't really given a thought to why this was so, but it was pretty obvious why now. It was pretty hard for a hunter using the warp to hunt someone who didn't exist in the warp. He'd thought it was because he was a subconscious minor psyker of some sort, but testing had revealed he was not. All the better now, since he was truly invisible to the enemy, an invisible blink spider repeatedly stinging enemies with no hope of retaliation.

They were arguing with each other now, accusing the other of some crime, and he ignored those. He took aim at the one who tried to quell the dissent, and shot him. No peace for chaos, now.

Not on Avernus, his home. No invader of it. Definitely not chaos, corrupting his friends and forcing them to fight his other friends. Nobody. All they'd get was more bullets in their heads and hearts. That was all they'd get from Avernus. Damos lined up another shot, taking aim once more.
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Massgamer said:
Was actually aiming for survival chances for Headmaster so can I switch that maybe?

Sorry if I sound ungrateful at all.
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I think if the defence of the city a character is in does well enough then that gets a greater survival chance than if the boost was just to him and help all other characters in said city too.
 
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A World Worth Fighting For!
  • Apocrypha
    • All right, I've got something. It was a pain to make the syllables match up (or close to it). Not too happy with all the lines, but hey.

    @Enjou, is this sillier than yours? :p



    A World Worth Fighting For!

    For a long time we've been marching off to battle
    In our thundering head we feel a lot like drunkards
    Like the pounding beat our aching heads aren't easy to ignore
    Hey, think of instead a World worth fighting for
    Huh?
    That's what I said a World worth fighting for

    I want it deadlier than the warp with razorgrass that
    shines like blades
    My world causes marvel at its sirens, fear at its battle penguins
    I couldn't care less what invaders it kills next
    It all depends on what she kills with.
    Kraken, Seal, Raptors, eep


    Bet the local daemons thought it was quite the ripe fruit
    And I'll bet the phase tigers love to eat daemons
    You can guess what we have seen the most Since chaos started this war
    What do we want?
    A world worth fighting for

    My world will treat me the same as the rest
    Like I belong there
    How 'bout a world that's calm n' gentle
    where kids don't fear the spiders?
    Nah!
    The deadly ways and blink of spiders are sure to thrill us
    He thinks he's such a tiger killer

    I've a rifle back home that's unlike any other
    Yet the only impaler he's got is much smaller
    But when we come home in victory we'll line up at the palace
    What do we want?
    A world worth fighting for
    Glad that I have
    A world worth fighting for
    A world worth fighting for
     
  • Apocrypha
    • Well, those Omakes I did a while ago never got rewarded. Not that it really affects the situation much, but well, you're handing out bonuses so I thought now would be an alright time.
     
    Adamantine Chef
  • Apocrypha
    • We've had enough serious omakes. Time for some crack.

    Adamantine Chef​

    The Keeper of Secrets, one of the foul Greater Daemons of Slaanesh, stood before him, having somehow passed his 'elite' bodyguards entirely unscathed and unnoticed in spite of it's massive size and there literally being a thousand of them. Frederick made a note to himself to dock their pay. Again. Like, seriously, you'd think that a twenty foot tall daemon with an extra pair of arms and five pairs of exposed breasts would be obvious enough that it would be noticed by at least one of them, but noooo...

    "What do you want, monster?"

    "Frederick Rotbart! I have heard much of your prowess and have come for you!" the Warp abomination said.

    "Very well then, monster." Frederick said, drawing his blade. "Come at me if you dare!"

    "I dare indeed, Frederick Rotbart. I challenge you..." the daemon posed dramatically. "...to a cooking competition!"

    "...what?" Did he just hear that correctly? The leader of the daemonic invasion of his planet had come to have a cookoff? What the fuck!?

    "Yes, I, Barbarolath, the Culinarian of Woe, the Patisserie of Pain, the Roundsman of Regicide, the Grand Gourmand of the Grotesque have acknowledged you as a worthy opponent. I, the greatest chef in all the Warp, he/she/it who prepares the lavish feasts within the fourth circle of my master's grand palace, know of your skills and shall show you what a true master of the kitchen can do. I will have your title of Adamantine Chef!"

    Oh, that made sense then. "You know, if that's all you wanted you could have just asked... and, well, not... you know... invaded."

    "...really?" the daemon asked in seemingly honest surprise.

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    "The rules of this competition are as follows." Saint Lin intoned. "Both opponents shall cook a series of dishes using a theme ingredient chosen from the wildlife of Avernus, as chosen by Archmagos Biologis Saren. You will have one hour to prepare, and you will be judged on taste, presentation, and originality. Twenty points may be awarded by each judge, ten in the category of taste and five each in the others."

    "This is madness! You humans are seriously entertaining this? You've gone insane!" First Councillor Aryz yelled out in frustration.

    Frederick shook his head. Of course the poor xeno didn't understand the importance of this matter. "Aryz, I've been challenged for my title. I'm honor bound to accept any challenge, no matter from who."

    "Quite right." Saint Lin said. "The title of Adamantine Chef has been passed down for millennia, all the way back to the days on Terra, surviving even the collapse of civilization and the rise of the Emperor. The Emperor himself told me that once he challenged the holder to a match and lost, if barely, and of course only because he had generously given the man a handicap by not having cooked for himself in a over three hundred years. Regardless, even he respects the title, and the traditions that come with it.

    "Now, as I was saying, the judging will be done by a panel of three judges. I shall be the head judge, as my Aura of Truth ensures that the competition shall be judged fairly. Assisting me will be Lord Inquisitor Klovis-Ultan..."

    "An honor to be here, Saint Lin." the Lord Inquisitor said cheerfully.

    "...and First Councillor Aryz of the Quartok."

    "Lunacy! This is pure lunacy!" exclaimed the incensed xeno. Turning to Klovis-Ultan, he asked "Why are you putting up with this? Isn't it your fucking job to murder the Horrors of the Warp at the earliest opportunity?"

    Klovis-Ultan answered his fellow judge calmly. "You weren't here for Chef Rotbart's wedding feast. If you where, you'd understand."

    "I... I... fine. Whatever. I'm killing that thing when this is over, though." the Quartok said as he slumped down in defeat.

    "Right, anyways..." Saint Lin continued. "As per the ancient traditions I must state that due to the current challenger being a daemon, all food prepared must be non-poisonous and free of all Chaotic corruption. I'll be making sure of the latter part myself. You're only the fourth daemon to ever challenge a human for this title, Barbarolath, so don't think we don't know what kind of trickery you'll try."

    "Bah! Like I need to cheat to win this. My cooking is utter perfection, my skills beyond compare."

    "Good to see you understand. You will each have identical equipment and access to the Adamantine Pantry to ensure that you will be working on equal footing - only your skills and creativity will see you through to victory. Now then, Archmagos Biologis Saren, what is today's theme ingredient?"

    The Archmagos came out pushing a large cart with a cloth covering what was on it. Once in the center of the stage, he grabbed the edge of the cloth. "The ingredient is..." he yanked it off. "SARGASSO KELP!"

    "Very interesting choice. Now, chefs... BEGIN!"

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    The kitchen was a flurry of activity as the two competitors worked.

    "Interesting." Klovis-Ultan said. "It looks like Chef Rotbart has added some kind of white liquid to the pot. Any idea what it is, Seamus?"

    "No, perhaps we should ask him. Chef Rotbart, what is it you're doing?" the Last Living Saint inquired.

    "A magician never reveals his secrets, Seamus. I'll tell you after you've tasted it." the Governor of Avernus said with a sly grin.

    "Well, I certainly look forward to it. Moving on to the competition, it looks like the daemon is eviscerating some Dragon Turtles. It looks like he's going to use the guts as the base of a glaze for his Sargasso Kelp wrapped grox roast. Any thoughts on that, Aryz?"

    The Quartok just gave Seamus Lin an incredulous look before going back to sharpening his arm blades.

    =====​

    "Are you sure this isn't tainted, human?" Aryz asked.

    "Absolutely. The abominable thing used biomancy to keep the Dragon Turtles alive after gutting them so he could use them as a bowl, but they aren't tainted. Quite an original presentation if I do say so myself." Saint Lin said, taking another spoonful of the rich soup within.

    Aryz hesitated, but finally managed to bring a spoonful of his own to his mouth. "...what the hell? This is actually delicious."

    "Of course it is! I, Barbarolath, the Culinarian of Woe, would never present a subpar dish." the Keeper of Secrets boasted. "My great lord would flay me eternally if I did."

    =====​

    "This... this... Chef Rotbart... you have outdone yourself! I am at a loss for words as to how to describe this, and we're only to the soup course!" Klovis-Ultain stated.

    "Indeed!" Saint Lin said. "Now, will you tell us the secret? What is giving this creamy flavor? I've never tasted it before. You must tell!"

    Frederick smiled. "Alright. It's Phase-Tiger milk. That's the secret."

    "How innovative! Aryz, what are you thoughts."

    The First Councillor was staring ahead blankly, openly weeping in sheer joy. "I have reached transcendence. This dish... it is as if the Rule of Gold resides within it. All hatred of humanity has been scoured from my soul. I can truly move forward now!"

    =====​

    Saint Lin rose, giving the results. "The winner is the Adamantine Chef!"

    "Impossible!" Barbarolath screamed as he looked at the scores on the board. "How can this be?"

    Chef Rotbart had received a perfect score from all judges in all categories. However, the Roundsman of Regicide had received a perfect score for his presentation from all three judges, as well as from two in originality, but all had only given him nine points in taste.

    Frederick Rotbart, the Adamantine Chef, went over to his opponents dishes and gave them a taste. "Your soup needed a dash of salt, chef. Also, you were too conservative with your ingredients in the dessert round. He who dares, wins."

    "What!? How dare you? I shall rend your flesh from your bones!"

    "Oh, well if you doubt my victory then why not taste my dishes for yourself? I prepared enough extra to give you a taste." said the Governor, gesturing to the extra dishes near his station.

    "We shall see then!" the Grand Gourmand of the Grotesque scoffed, moving over to taste the dishes. One by one he attempted to sample them, but could not stop from devouring every last morsel. By the end of the five courses, he/she/it was shaking visibly, and fell to his/her/its knees. "I... I have lost..."

    Then the Greater Daemon exploded from the sheer soul-shattering deliciousness it had experienced, unable to live on knowing it would never achieve the perfection required of an Adamantine Chef.
     
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  • Apocrypha
    • A previous demonic challenger prepared Khorne Flakes, but was disqualified for warpfuckery. Also, it was rended apart by an engraged Khorne
     
    Okay putting together an updated summary with an assumption that all hives get +20% and Avernus Spine is +15% due to DAoT upgrades and nearly all plus to combat help survival rolls. Not sure about the psyker cities since those haven't been updated with DAoT IIRC. Will update with omakes hopefully as Durin grades them.

    I applied the + to all city/military/mech etc to people who should get them.
    Not sure about the total +4 to all city defences

    On the whole for our main tier of characters, the odds look really good now. But there is likely of a lot of other factors I missed so hopefully these aren't too far off.

    Dis
    Governor Rotbart: -19% + Black Crystal Items + Omakes + Governor + Bodyguards + Odysseus + Other Critical Factors
    Caroline Vergil: 19% + Omakes + Personal Assistant
    Primaris Odysseus (Biomancer): 14%+stats+ Psyker Stuff+omakes+ Rotbart&associates
    The Governor's Own: 25%+stats+omakes+ Rotbart&associates
    Lieutenant-General Eichel: 16% + Omake + A Sixth Sense
    Avernus' Spine Other
    Lieutenant-General Khol (Helm's Deep): 15% + Hard to Kill + Ice Queen (resistance to emotion based effects)


    The Azure Islands
    Lieutenant-General Donovan (Storm's End): 26%
    The Black Irons: 39%+stats+omakes
    Archmagos Biologis Saren (with Island Turtle): 24% + Omakes
    Primaris Xavier (in new Psyker city): -4% + Psyker Stuff + Omakes + The Governor's Hound + Other Critical Factors
    Henry (in new Psyker city): 12% + Admin + Survivor Trait
    Inquisitor Klovis-Ultan (with Sirens): 44%+ Stats+ Sirens?+ Lord Inquistor voodoo

    Dorthonion
    Fabricator-General Britton: -4% + Omakes
    Archmagos Tranth: -5% + Omakes

    Unseen University
    Headmaster Ridcully: -8% + Psyker Stuff + Omakes + Witness to Secrets Divine + Spy on Matters Divine + Other Critical Factors
    Saint Lin: -26% + Omakes + Priest + Saint + Light of Victory + Immune to Corruption + Other Critical Factors

    Lindon Other
    Lieutenant-General Agani (Mirkwood): 28% + Leads from the Front
    Primaris Hobbs (Pyromancer, G) (Mirkwood): 34%+stats+omakes+Psyker Stuff
    The Phase-Tigers: 39%+ stats+ Phase Tiger Bullshit
    Lieutenant-General Richards (Hollin): 19% + Leads from the back + Survivor Trait

    Everglades
    Lieutenant-General Paulson: 16% + Leads from the Front + Survivor Trait

    Malea
    First Councillor Aryz: 2% + Quartok + Omake + Even Death Fears Ancient Soldiers

    Elysium
    Lieutenant-General Schwarz: 18% + Old Soldiers Never Die + Nothing New Under The Sun
    General Drago (Garden Grove): 2% + Omakes + General

    Aridia
    Lieutenant-General Christianson: 29% + Leads from the Front
    Primaris Jameson (Pyromancer/Telapath, B): 44%+stats+Psyker Stuff

    Wild Cards
    Jane(The Fens?): 12% + Omakes + Arbitrator + Expert Psyker Hunter
    Primaris Zhokov (Pyromancer): 39%+stats+Psyker Stuff
    Primaris Aria (Telapath)(Garden grove?): 40%+stats+Psyker Stuff
    Primaris Jameson (Pyromancer/Telapath, B)(Salem?): 39%+stats+Psyker Stuff



    Group Related
    +5% to chance of Astropaths surviving
    -5% number of psykers who fall
    -0.5% population loss
    +10 to psyker hunting
    -1% cult numbers this turn
    +5 to Witch Hunting
    +1 to all psyker hunting,
    new species


    Location Related
    -5 to enemy rolls in the Azure Islands
    -5 to enemy rolls in Avernus' Spine
    +5 to defence of Garden Grove- not applied twice to Drago since he was a part of this
    +10 to psyker hunting in Salem
    +10 to Psyker HUnting in Garden Grove
    +5 to Witch HUnting in The Fens





    Unspecified Bonuses
    boost to morale for last transmission and reduction in number of trainee psykers lost for decsions
    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
    boost to defence of Dorthonion
    chance of Named Titan
    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
    boost to quartok survival
    boost to Xavier's survival chance and how well the new psyker city copes
    cannon and boost to chance of Rotbart surviving
    boost to Saint Lin's survival chance
    increased effect of Saint Lin,
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    For Her Sake
  • Apocrypha
    • Omake: For Her Sake

    Henry had been reviewing the completed installation of the new DAoT void shields in Casarrondo when the sky turned purple. Then the void shields started up, flashes of pink skittering across them. Immediately following, the earthquakes began.

    - Note to self: Have the various regions resurveyed for fault lines. Hereto unknown Geo-instability will require updating the building code.

    It took a moment to get back to the local city headquarters, where Henry found a harried Major-General John Smith rapidly sending orders to increase the deployment of forces on the city walls. The Major-General glanced over at him when he came in. "Prefectus Volkiss, glad to see you are alright."

    "What is happening?" Henry asked.

    "Daemonic invasion, that's what is happening." Major-General Smith bit out, before turning back to the scrum of subordinates waiting for orders.

    - Note to self: Void shields are working effectively. However, they were never tuned for this purpose. Consider re-evaluating Void Shield effectiveness against daemonic invasions. Consult with Tranth.

    Henry noticed that the general was giving preference to the military subordinates. Perhaps understandable in a normal crisis, but likely to be a problem in a situation such as this. Henry motioned several of the other waiting people over.

    The Arbiter among them spoke first, "Tell the general that there will a large number of cultists and chaotic psykers, I require military forces to support my Arbiters in maintaining order."

    Henry nods before motioning the anxious looking young man to speak. In the transportation department if his clothes were any guide. "Sir, the railway south to Gormec has collapsed less than two miles outside of the city walls!"

    "Has the collapse exposed any part of the tunnel to the surface?" Henry keeps his cool while gathering more information.

    "Yes sir," the young man answered.

    "I see," Henry motioned the other waiting petitioners to wait before interrupting the general. "General Smith, I require one of the Siege Brigades to secure the underground railway." Henry continued before the general could respond, "Also, I recommend a division of labor, you focus on commanding the defenses, while I will focus on civil order, logistics, and infrastructure."

    Major-General Smith hesitates a moment before nodding, "Agreed, you can have the 29th Siege Brigade, I'll notify them to expect orders from you."

    Before the general can turn back to his other subordinates, Henry spoke again, "Also, as the conditions prevent any scouting or harassment, I require that all your scouting units be reassigned to assist the Arbiters in suppressing cultists and rouge pyskers. I also require five Infantry regiments to be assigned to support the Arniters as heavy response teams. In addition, I need the militia prepped to respond to any request for aid by the Arbiters."

    Henry pauses a moment at the general's long look. "Internal threats are are the greatest danger in this scenario."

    - Note To Self: Increase training around internal threat scenarios, emphasizing interdepartmental cooperation.

    Major General Smith waves his assent, "Let me figure out which units are best to assign, but you'll get your men." He then turns back to his subordinates again.

    Henry looks around for his assistant Tom, intending to tell him to find a- oh nice, he already found a desk and is having it moved into the command center. Henry takes a seat, sets his rifle down next to him, and begins unleashing his greatest weapon: memos.

    Memo 1: To 29th Siege Brigade, secure the underground railway leading south to Gormec. Construct staggered defenses, while engineers rig the entire tunnel back to the city limits with mines and explosives. Then retreat back to the city, and prepare to detonate the mines once the enemy has entered the tunnel.

    Henry gestures the young transportation mechanic over, and gives him a message for his superior about the coming military aid and orders to assist them in every way possible.

    - Not to self: Railways are potential vulnerabilities. Consider design improvements to both avoid collapse and to ensure collapse does not expose the city to unexpected entrance.

    Henry looks up as a young officer delivers a note from General Smith listing the Infantry regiments provided, and promising the militia commanders have been notified. Swiftly, Henry writes up a second memo for the harried Arbiter, assigning the new forces for her support.

    The administrators and other heads from non-military organizations are starting to gather around Henry's desk.

    Memo 3: Arrange for clearing all civilian traffic from the Artford tunnel crossing. Ensuring it will be clear for military traffic.

    - Note to self: That crossing has always been a choke point, consider traffic realignment.

    Memo 8: Rock fall at Springfork has blocked traffic, divert supply lines to Matheod and Clifton.

    Memo 23: Riot in the Grenfell section has cut water lines to the fire lines. Reroute using secondary piping to ensure sufficient fire fighting.

    Meanwhile a trickle of memos and notes between Henry's desk and the General's table began to become a steady stream, as Henry ensured a quick response to any need by the military by the other departments, and in return the general responded to each of Henry's reported needs in the city for military force.

    After the first bloom of the crisis was over, and things began to steady out, Henry actually found a few moments to rest and contemplate. When he did he noticed the whispers for the first time. Henry smiled sadly, what greater pain could there be than the loss of his wife... was it really sixty years ago? And what greater pleasure than to sit and talk with her? All lost, and no illusion would bring her back. Henry gazed out at the command center of busy people once again caught up in the struggle to survive Avernus, and the sadness faded from his smile. This was his pleasure now. Protecting the people and world that Adrienne had protected.

    So, that's what he would do. For her sake.

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    Exhausted and a little burnt out. Didn't really come off the way I wanted it to, but oh well, there it is.
     
  • Apocrypha
    • So...

    I just counted it up, and I ended up writing almost 1/3 of the omakes for the Incursion. Yay travel days and a graduation with too many speeches I guess?
     
    I have finished writing up the first section
    do you want me to put sections out one at a time or wait until I have done all of Avernus
     
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