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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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They are Orks, I'm more worried about the fact that they risks reproducings down there, where we can't burn them, especially since they will probably keep getting stronger in this place.
Edit: that or finding supertech left behind by the old ones.
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People had the same worry about Orks being on Avernus in general - they weren't a problem. Feral Orks aren't any more threatening than the wildlife is, and are often less of a problem. The caverns are some of the deadliest places on all of Avernus, having some really scary reality bending shit down there. Even if some ork spores do take root, it's unlikely the Orkoid ecosystem could really flourish down there. At worst I would guess a few strong Orks might survive and manage to make a few really small tribes of Orks down there, and every now and then one might come out of the caverns to try to rally the much more numerous surface Orks around them. More likely they'll never want to leave because the caverns provide the best possible fights.
Looks to me like that one Beta that passed the trials this turn decided to become a Sanctionite. That is good. We need more Beta Sanctionites in order to reach satisfactory trial success rates for their Kind.
Also, that Chaos Diviner girl was brutal. Almost 60 Million casualties. Puts the losses we took from retaking those ork worlds into perspective.
Female Light Yagami, anyone?
Also, that Chaos Diviner girl was brutal. Almost 60 Million casualties. Puts the losses we took from retaking those ork worlds into perspective.
Female Light Yagami, anyone?
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lower number of psykers is not good news more so since we need to replenish the losses we took from the campaigns. So next turn doing more psyker investigations. Also looks like we have drained our reinforcement pool so we will need to let that recover for a couple of turns.
Also advanced mat income needs work otherwise resource wise we are good
Also advanced mat income needs work otherwise resource wise we are good
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Its actually really sad, Ridcully said flat out the girl had more natural talent than he does.
Its really really sad.
DAMN YOU CHAOS!!!!
An excellent turn.
I would like to point out: we just managed to achieve a 1:1000 casualty ratio while assaulting an enemy fortress.
That is the sort of victory that legends are written about.
Awful lot of growth this year, despite casualties, with not a single area suffering reduction. I would almost suspect that the Avernus wildlife has been reined in a bit due to the sudden population reduction of sending our army off on campaign.
Do we need to worry about the super elite candidates that are dropping out of the program?
I see someone was taking notes during Garkill's invasion
Hints that there might be evil descendants of the Old Inquisition out there. Probably not an issue with Dragon's Nest as space marines don't tolerate such but we should keep an eye out.
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Doubt it, if I remember correctly, even the drop outs are supposed to be really valuable due to their education enhancements. Like the top 1% of the Scholas or something.
I'm not nearly good enough to write an omake in English, but if someone's going to here's a couple ideas you can use.
1. A girl was smart master(?) Diviner. She figured out Ridcully's paragon trait. Probably by setting very subtle plans in motions and seeing them foiled by Ridcully, but not sensing any divination attempts by him.
2. Tzeench may or may not have helped her to work around his paragon trait. One way to do it is to work mostly with warp events or wildlife, where divinations are hard and it's much easier to increase destruction than to prevent it. So losses are due to perils of the warp manifested by our psykers, magma worms lured closer to surface etc. The other way is explicit gift from chaos god, who wants to screw our Diviner over.
3. I think that at such age and with such control-based discipline she was either really traumatized or (more likely) thought that she was doing a right thing. Some kind of political radical? Extreme pro-psyker? Violent anti-militarist (T. would love that)?
1. A girl was smart master(?) Diviner. She figured out Ridcully's paragon trait. Probably by setting very subtle plans in motions and seeing them foiled by Ridcully, but not sensing any divination attempts by him.
2. Tzeench may or may not have helped her to work around his paragon trait. One way to do it is to work mostly with warp events or wildlife, where divinations are hard and it's much easier to increase destruction than to prevent it. So losses are due to perils of the warp manifested by our psykers, magma worms lured closer to surface etc. The other way is explicit gift from chaos god, who wants to screw our Diviner over.
3. I think that at such age and with such control-based discipline she was either really traumatized or (more likely) thought that she was doing a right thing. Some kind of political radical? Extreme pro-psyker? Violent anti-militarist (T. would love that)?
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Frederick worshipper? I believe it was a thing at some point, people wanting us as a Daemon prince.
Even in Chaos our people are still loyal to us...
Chapter Two Non-Canon Omakes: A Game of Regicide
Doomed Wombat
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A Game of Regicide
Playing regicide with someone who knows exactly what you were going to do minutes if not hours before you did it does not seem like an enjoyable game. In fact, for many it is not, most find it incredibly frustrating, others find it challenging.
Admittedly the majority of those were other diviners, looking to sharpen their talents in short term, high speed precognition, potential matches extending on for hours as the two examined the weaves of fate determining how best to foil the others move before relocating a single piece before starting the pattern again.
Thus it was not surprise that a new form of training for battle psykers arose, where the contestants would only be allowed a second to peer into the future before making their best move. These games were complex the best containing plans within plans, within other plans that actually were the original plan dressed up to look like a different plan all together.
The best at this was Grand Master Ridcully himself, not only a skilled tactician in his own right, but also the best diviner in the Imperial Trust. To this day no other Diviner could prove even his least rival, the only competition he had was Fredrick Rotbart himself, a man so skilled at reading the flow of battle he may as well have been precognitive.
"I assure you this is completely necessary." That was why he was here today, speaking with Jane Oakheart, still investigating the devastation that had claimed the lives of over 60 million people living in Dis including many of his best and brightest.
The Arbitrator herself sounded exhausted, she and Rotbart had been organising clean up and recovery efforts for the last hour and investigations into what had happened exactly had not even begun yet. Preliminary investigation merely seemed to show an unfortunate series of events that had somehow resulted in multiple reactors all over Dis erupting in such a way that that low-level fallout had been leaking out before exploding, the blast taking advantage of the fortifications of the city to channel through the streets.
"Let me guess a Diviner, or a very stealthy Daemonologist." A good Oakheart to the point a woman after his own heart.
Nodding in affirmation Ridcully produced a small rubber ball, a popular children's toy on Avernus for improving hand to eye coordination and aiming.
"Indeed, a Diviner, an incredibly skilled one." Turning on his heel and trusting his Sight he threw the ball sending it bouncing of the scarred and pockmarked wall.
"They orchestrated the entire series of events with nothing, but a ball. The chain of events is long and complicated, but it made enough people annoyed to make certain mistakes, meant that certain people were not at their posts at a crucial second, ensured a slight twinge of pain at an important juncture to miss a telling reading."
Picking up the ball and turning back to her, a solemn expression on his face "We're either dealing with a very powerful diviner, a very skilled one, or both."
"Right what do you need." Good, blunt and to the point, just as foreseen.
"A request to Rotbart to lend me the Black Crystals, a regicide board with a digital link and some recaf."
His odd line of requests only warranted a raised eyebrow from the grizzled Arbitrator as the Grandmaster let himself go, casting his mind to the warp and trusting in his faith to guide him as he searched through a billion insignificant plots before…
Oh, they were good. They were not content to stop with sabotage and the deaths of millions, they wanted to grow bigger. A small child was going to be chastised by his mother for hatred of the Quartok, this child would go onto be one of the most pious and dedicated members of the New Truth as part of the Church, but a small incident started on the other side of Dis was going to send him down a dark path to chaos.
One sharp word from a bully and it would all have changed and a kind and pious girl would have grown up to become an infamous Cult Leader.
It took him, but a minute to dismantle the whole scheme, an "accidental" trip of a woman from his staff sent a shock wave that diverted the bully's attention and the child continued on, hopefully towards her bright future.
Holding out his hand to receive the boxes before the member of the Governor's Own could even catch his attention Ridcully quickly slid them on, the new Breastplate, the Necklace, the Ring and the Crown each one edifying his control and enhancing his power, as the signal emanating from the regicide board was answered.
His opponent had chosen a simple game to start off with, only one layer as he picked it up rising to his feet, invisibly studying the movements of fate around the board, watching as trillions of possibilities coalesced around it.
Ah a shatter point in fate then. He had to make sure not to lose.
He saw his opponent's first move, and with that the game was on.
Infinite possibilities and tactics swirled around him, every second they shifted as his strategy moved to his opponents, and theirs to his, the consequences of every movement of a piece as important as the placement of a Titan. Every single move of a piece an entire campaign in and of itself as power fought with control and experience.
Through this he learned of his opponent. A worshipper of Tzeench, an obvious observation, their plans were too complex to be anything but. Powerful, but lacking in control, at least a beta level, young their moves showing a certain naivete that he punished with ease. And finally, talented.
Even as he watched his opponent adapted their strategy and tactics, both on the game, but also in the unseen war in fate, their skill becoming more tempered, their power more refined at a terrifying rate. Indeed, it was clear that his main advantage was, the Black Crystal's, those distorting fragments tricking and hiding what he intended to do. A thing for which he was grateful.
This war, one of the most essential on the entire planet, between a blind old man and a young corrupted prodigy, passed most by completely unremarked by the world, as fires dimmed and were brought under control and night passed into early morning.
Even then they still played, with Ridcully beginning to understand his opponent more and more, even as he tracked them invisibly, slowly following the skeins of fate connected to them. They were sad. They didn't want to do this. It showed in their actions, their reluctance to sacrifice their Guardsmen. They trusted their advisors, he Saw it in how the Primaris was kept close at hand close to the General that they admired.
A pity. Following the strands of fate Ridcully finally and stealthily Saw her.
A young dark skinned red haired girl around sixteen years of age in an orphanage with in the west of Dis that was just rising for the day. He could See her and her board, view the holographic representation of his pieces, see her biting her lip and talking to an invisible being for advice.
Focusing beyond the material, he saw it. A large lizard like thing, with a woman's face, comforting her and offering her advice, telling her how important she was, how special she was, how this was for the Greater Good of Avernus. The people she killed would be honoured as heroes for the sacrifices they made when the Great Change came upon Avernus, where there would be no more war, no more suffering, no more needed to die. Not like he had.
With grim resolve Ridcully made to end the game, enacting his master plan, set in motion at the very start of the game, buried so deep that even he could barely tell it was there even as he strode towards the orphanage.
The end was… prolonged. His opponent Lily was quick on the uptake, and blunted his assault, but not enough. Her line was broken, his forces advancing, but paying dearly for every square they took.
Even as he entered the orphanage the game was drawing to a close, as he moved curtly explained that he needed to talk to Lily to the concerned Matron. Alone.
Even as all the other children filed out of the room leaving her alone she tried to fight back, but in the end.
"Check Mate." With a final flourish his guardsmen surround the general, and tare him down even as she looks up at him.
"Good Game." She whispers in return, even as he draws the Black Crystal Blade and enhances himself with biomancy, charging the Changer of Ways hovering invisibly behind her shoulder in the warp. The Black Blade of Ending ends the creature to flight before he can kill it fully, only taking an eye that will never return.
"Yes." The sword remains unsheathed as he sits down next to her.
"A very good game."
For a moment, both sit there in silence, the young prodigy and the old master, neither willing the break the silence first, for both had learned so much about the other.
Indeed, it would have been fair to say they had grown to love one another.
"hic."
Soon she started to cry, leaning into the Grandmaster, the sword next to his hand.
@Durin
My poor attempt, got the idea from Radical Edward Vs Chess Master Hex, a scene I found both sad and appropriate.
Its probably not very good and I know I did a cop out ending in hope that... well never mind.
Its here and I'm depressed.
Playing regicide with someone who knows exactly what you were going to do minutes if not hours before you did it does not seem like an enjoyable game. In fact, for many it is not, most find it incredibly frustrating, others find it challenging.
Admittedly the majority of those were other diviners, looking to sharpen their talents in short term, high speed precognition, potential matches extending on for hours as the two examined the weaves of fate determining how best to foil the others move before relocating a single piece before starting the pattern again.
Thus it was not surprise that a new form of training for battle psykers arose, where the contestants would only be allowed a second to peer into the future before making their best move. These games were complex the best containing plans within plans, within other plans that actually were the original plan dressed up to look like a different plan all together.
The best at this was Grand Master Ridcully himself, not only a skilled tactician in his own right, but also the best diviner in the Imperial Trust. To this day no other Diviner could prove even his least rival, the only competition he had was Fredrick Rotbart himself, a man so skilled at reading the flow of battle he may as well have been precognitive.
"I assure you this is completely necessary." That was why he was here today, speaking with Jane Oakheart, still investigating the devastation that had claimed the lives of over 60 million people living in Dis including many of his best and brightest.
The Arbitrator herself sounded exhausted, she and Rotbart had been organising clean up and recovery efforts for the last hour and investigations into what had happened exactly had not even begun yet. Preliminary investigation merely seemed to show an unfortunate series of events that had somehow resulted in multiple reactors all over Dis erupting in such a way that that low-level fallout had been leaking out before exploding, the blast taking advantage of the fortifications of the city to channel through the streets.
"Let me guess a Diviner, or a very stealthy Daemonologist." A good Oakheart to the point a woman after his own heart.
Nodding in affirmation Ridcully produced a small rubber ball, a popular children's toy on Avernus for improving hand to eye coordination and aiming.
"Indeed, a Diviner, an incredibly skilled one." Turning on his heel and trusting his Sight he threw the ball sending it bouncing of the scarred and pockmarked wall.
"They orchestrated the entire series of events with nothing, but a ball. The chain of events is long and complicated, but it made enough people annoyed to make certain mistakes, meant that certain people were not at their posts at a crucial second, ensured a slight twinge of pain at an important juncture to miss a telling reading."
Picking up the ball and turning back to her, a solemn expression on his face "We're either dealing with a very powerful diviner, a very skilled one, or both."
"Right what do you need." Good, blunt and to the point, just as foreseen.
"A request to Rotbart to lend me the Black Crystals, a regicide board with a digital link and some recaf."
His odd line of requests only warranted a raised eyebrow from the grizzled Arbitrator as the Grandmaster let himself go, casting his mind to the warp and trusting in his faith to guide him as he searched through a billion insignificant plots before…
Oh, they were good. They were not content to stop with sabotage and the deaths of millions, they wanted to grow bigger. A small child was going to be chastised by his mother for hatred of the Quartok, this child would go onto be one of the most pious and dedicated members of the New Truth as part of the Church, but a small incident started on the other side of Dis was going to send him down a dark path to chaos.
One sharp word from a bully and it would all have changed and a kind and pious girl would have grown up to become an infamous Cult Leader.
It took him, but a minute to dismantle the whole scheme, an "accidental" trip of a woman from his staff sent a shock wave that diverted the bully's attention and the child continued on, hopefully towards her bright future.
Holding out his hand to receive the boxes before the member of the Governor's Own could even catch his attention Ridcully quickly slid them on, the new Breastplate, the Necklace, the Ring and the Crown each one edifying his control and enhancing his power, as the signal emanating from the regicide board was answered.
His opponent had chosen a simple game to start off with, only one layer as he picked it up rising to his feet, invisibly studying the movements of fate around the board, watching as trillions of possibilities coalesced around it.
Ah a shatter point in fate then. He had to make sure not to lose.
He saw his opponent's first move, and with that the game was on.
Infinite possibilities and tactics swirled around him, every second they shifted as his strategy moved to his opponents, and theirs to his, the consequences of every movement of a piece as important as the placement of a Titan. Every single move of a piece an entire campaign in and of itself as power fought with control and experience.
Through this he learned of his opponent. A worshipper of Tzeench, an obvious observation, their plans were too complex to be anything but. Powerful, but lacking in control, at least a beta level, young their moves showing a certain naivete that he punished with ease. And finally, talented.
Even as he watched his opponent adapted their strategy and tactics, both on the game, but also in the unseen war in fate, their skill becoming more tempered, their power more refined at a terrifying rate. Indeed, it was clear that his main advantage was, the Black Crystal's, those distorting fragments tricking and hiding what he intended to do. A thing for which he was grateful.
This war, one of the most essential on the entire planet, between a blind old man and a young corrupted prodigy, passed most by completely unremarked by the world, as fires dimmed and were brought under control and night passed into early morning.
Even then they still played, with Ridcully beginning to understand his opponent more and more, even as he tracked them invisibly, slowly following the skeins of fate connected to them. They were sad. They didn't want to do this. It showed in their actions, their reluctance to sacrifice their Guardsmen. They trusted their advisors, he Saw it in how the Primaris was kept close at hand close to the General that they admired.
A pity. Following the strands of fate Ridcully finally and stealthily Saw her.
A young dark skinned red haired girl around sixteen years of age in an orphanage with in the west of Dis that was just rising for the day. He could See her and her board, view the holographic representation of his pieces, see her biting her lip and talking to an invisible being for advice.
Focusing beyond the material, he saw it. A large lizard like thing, with a woman's face, comforting her and offering her advice, telling her how important she was, how special she was, how this was for the Greater Good of Avernus. The people she killed would be honoured as heroes for the sacrifices they made when the Great Change came upon Avernus, where there would be no more war, no more suffering, no more needed to die. Not like he had.
With grim resolve Ridcully made to end the game, enacting his master plan, set in motion at the very start of the game, buried so deep that even he could barely tell it was there even as he strode towards the orphanage.
The end was… prolonged. His opponent Lily was quick on the uptake, and blunted his assault, but not enough. Her line was broken, his forces advancing, but paying dearly for every square they took.
Even as he entered the orphanage the game was drawing to a close, as he moved curtly explained that he needed to talk to Lily to the concerned Matron. Alone.
Even as all the other children filed out of the room leaving her alone she tried to fight back, but in the end.
"Check Mate." With a final flourish his guardsmen surround the general, and tare him down even as she looks up at him.
"Good Game." She whispers in return, even as he draws the Black Crystal Blade and enhances himself with biomancy, charging the Changer of Ways hovering invisibly behind her shoulder in the warp. The Black Blade of Ending ends the creature to flight before he can kill it fully, only taking an eye that will never return.
"Yes." The sword remains unsheathed as he sits down next to her.
"A very good game."
For a moment, both sit there in silence, the young prodigy and the old master, neither willing the break the silence first, for both had learned so much about the other.
Indeed, it would have been fair to say they had grown to love one another.
"hic."
Soon she started to cry, leaning into the Grandmaster, the sword next to his hand.
@Durin
My poor attempt, got the idea from Radical Edward Vs Chess Master Hex, a scene I found both sad and appropriate.
Its probably not very good and I know I did a cop out ending in hope that... well never mind.
Its here and I'm depressed.
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yeah she rolled a nat 100 followed by a 97 for talent, which puts her in the top 0.3% of Beta level Psykers, or the top 0.000,000,6% of Psykers in other words she is around one in a billionIts actually really sad, Ridcully said flat out the girl had more natural talent than he does.
Its really really sad.
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Ah damn it.
Look I just did my omake, its probably shit and almost certainly not canon, but if it is by some miracle I'd rather have her live then Ridcully getting a new trait.
I know its greedy and probably impossible especially with what she did, but we have Lin who can cure chaos effects and in it Ridcully is right there with the Black Crystals which can block outside chaos interfearance, and the Imperium has let people who were flat out possessed live before hell there was one in a Grey Knights omake in this very quest that was possessed by Nurgle that they let live.
So yeah...
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Ah damn it.
Look I just did my omake, its probably shit and almost certainly not canon, but if it is I'd rather have her live then Ridcully getting a new trait.
I know its greedy and probably impossible, but we have Lin who can cure chaos effects and in it Ridcully is right there with the Black Crystals, and the Imperium has let people who were flat out possessed live before hell there was one in a Grey Knights omake that they let live.
So yeah...
She was a Worshipper of Chaos, I don't think you can do anything for those.
Especially after she killed millions of people.
Give it up :/
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A Meeting in a cafe
Hello. Long time lurker here and French with that. (I am so sorry if a butchered the language.)
The cathedrals of the imperium are know for their mindbogling size. Great buildings made of marble and gold that pierce both the heavens and the underground, spanning entire planet for some. The one of the Unseen University is a far cry from those but it held something that make it truer than any others Ridcully has ever visited. An honesty, a true belief in mankind and their future that he had never seen before. Add to that the frequent presence of Saint Lin and the benevolence of the priesthood and you couldn't come closer to the emperor except maybe if you were Rotbart himself. Ridicully felt lucky because that is exactly what he was searching today.
Due to the abomination, timed and fixed sermon were a true danger. In place, it was advise to pray in the day when you felt the situation demanded it and to came to the church when something was weighting your mind, or for pleasure of course. It mean that their weren't always choke full of poor fools only here to rub the ego of other differently poor fools.
Comfortably sited in front of numerous cierge, Ridcully was praying.
- My lord... there is normally a lot of decorum to respect but I feel that i should cut to the chase. Today... i will condemn a lot of good and innocent people to die. Millions that have done nothing but be great human being. Some of them have dedicated their life to you, some have dedicated their life to the protection of other and some have just lived their life... peacefully is a strong word for averite but as close as they can.
This is nothing new. For millennia, we, humans have done what was needed. We have made sacrifice of ourself and of others and I have done my part in that. But today I am assaulted by something that did not meet often nowadays. Doubt. Today i am not sure the way i am taking is the right one for somebody else is touching the treads of fate. My actions will lead to the outcome i see but i fear i was distracted or blinded from a better end for this madness.
His old hand were painfully contracted and small tremor were coursing is body.
- I will act. For there is no other choice. I came here praying not for your pardon for it not you i will wrong today. I came here to ask pardon of the millions souls that I have condemned by this decision. I will, thought, excuse myself for leaving you so abruptly but my presence is urgently needed. From the bottom of my heart and my soul, both, thank you.
The Hight Grandmaster was walking in Dis. He was barely recognisable. No singe of his rank anywhere on him. Just the average avernite garb and a pair of sunglasses to hide his cecity. He was heading toward a simple café.
Restaurant, bar and café weren't very frequent in the imperium. They were taking the place of more important building. That was true in the imperial trust as well but less so. On Avernus, the focus on the well being of the population led to the multiplication of such place. Of course being on Avernus the place was so fortified that you would need a full scouad of specialist to take it if it was defended by tree child and an roll of duck tape but the terasse did let the ray of the sun pass and was actually quite agreeable with it's view of the mountain.
Ridcully was barely inside when someone started hailing him.
- Over here Munmun !
It was a young woman. Seated in the terasse, she was weaving at him and when she was sure she had his attention she invited him to seat beside her. A cup was already waiting for him.
- Hello miss. I fear i am awfully late.
- Don't worry about that. It led me to some very dear friend. I'm sure you would love them if you gave them a chance.
- I'm afraid I already met some of your friends. My superior to. Let's just say that there is some bad blood between us and left it at that.
- So quick in forming a opinion. I swear sometime I ask myself what i found in you.
- I am sorry to hear that. It is a beautiful place don't you think. Great mountain, great construction and greater men still.
- Well it is a much more manageable place since the separation but if that little upstart would stop being a bother it would certainly be much more manageable. Not mentioning the inhabitant obviously.
- You know you will regret your choice,
He put a bullet on the table. It was a little things but the marking on it was clearly manufactured.
- I know you will regret it more. It was a great duel. I am glad of my act and I applaud your. You were the more adept. Congratulation,
She got up.
But I have piece to place and to be. I'd say good day but we both know it is not.
And on those word she left.
Ridcully took the cup and looked at the liquid inside for a few second before emptying it on the table at the same time a blink spider warped. The cry of the beast would have been heart breaking had he not know lady Freya, but even there it was a close thing.
He got up too and left. Behind him a group of Psyker Hunters start cleaning the café. The first kill of that kid his with them but he can't save him without dooming more. Ridcully had a lot of work to do and a promise made physical to held.
So my take on Ridcully omake. I'm not good at plot within plot so there, small talk full of meaning (I hope.) The ~60 millions death came after this and was the back and forth between them until Ridcully manage to put her in a "best" situation were she can't just blow the city and deliver is oath commisar style.
I don't know what it's worth but it's there.
The cathedrals of the imperium are know for their mindbogling size. Great buildings made of marble and gold that pierce both the heavens and the underground, spanning entire planet for some. The one of the Unseen University is a far cry from those but it held something that make it truer than any others Ridcully has ever visited. An honesty, a true belief in mankind and their future that he had never seen before. Add to that the frequent presence of Saint Lin and the benevolence of the priesthood and you couldn't come closer to the emperor except maybe if you were Rotbart himself. Ridicully felt lucky because that is exactly what he was searching today.
Due to the abomination, timed and fixed sermon were a true danger. In place, it was advise to pray in the day when you felt the situation demanded it and to came to the church when something was weighting your mind, or for pleasure of course. It mean that their weren't always choke full of poor fools only here to rub the ego of other differently poor fools.
Comfortably sited in front of numerous cierge, Ridcully was praying.
- My lord... there is normally a lot of decorum to respect but I feel that i should cut to the chase. Today... i will condemn a lot of good and innocent people to die. Millions that have done nothing but be great human being. Some of them have dedicated their life to you, some have dedicated their life to the protection of other and some have just lived their life... peacefully is a strong word for averite but as close as they can.
This is nothing new. For millennia, we, humans have done what was needed. We have made sacrifice of ourself and of others and I have done my part in that. But today I am assaulted by something that did not meet often nowadays. Doubt. Today i am not sure the way i am taking is the right one for somebody else is touching the treads of fate. My actions will lead to the outcome i see but i fear i was distracted or blinded from a better end for this madness.
His old hand were painfully contracted and small tremor were coursing is body.
- I will act. For there is no other choice. I came here praying not for your pardon for it not you i will wrong today. I came here to ask pardon of the millions souls that I have condemned by this decision. I will, thought, excuse myself for leaving you so abruptly but my presence is urgently needed. From the bottom of my heart and my soul, both, thank you.
The Hight Grandmaster was walking in Dis. He was barely recognisable. No singe of his rank anywhere on him. Just the average avernite garb and a pair of sunglasses to hide his cecity. He was heading toward a simple café.
Restaurant, bar and café weren't very frequent in the imperium. They were taking the place of more important building. That was true in the imperial trust as well but less so. On Avernus, the focus on the well being of the population led to the multiplication of such place. Of course being on Avernus the place was so fortified that you would need a full scouad of specialist to take it if it was defended by tree child and an roll of duck tape but the terasse did let the ray of the sun pass and was actually quite agreeable with it's view of the mountain.
Ridcully was barely inside when someone started hailing him.
- Over here Munmun !
It was a young woman. Seated in the terasse, she was weaving at him and when she was sure she had his attention she invited him to seat beside her. A cup was already waiting for him.
- Hello miss. I fear i am awfully late.
- Don't worry about that. It led me to some very dear friend. I'm sure you would love them if you gave them a chance.
- I'm afraid I already met some of your friends. My superior to. Let's just say that there is some bad blood between us and left it at that.
- So quick in forming a opinion. I swear sometime I ask myself what i found in you.
- I am sorry to hear that. It is a beautiful place don't you think. Great mountain, great construction and greater men still.
- Well it is a much more manageable place since the separation but if that little upstart would stop being a bother it would certainly be much more manageable. Not mentioning the inhabitant obviously.
- You know you will regret your choice,
He put a bullet on the table. It was a little things but the marking on it was clearly manufactured.
- I know you will regret it more. It was a great duel. I am glad of my act and I applaud your. You were the more adept. Congratulation,
She got up.
But I have piece to place and to be. I'd say good day but we both know it is not.
And on those word she left.
Ridcully took the cup and looked at the liquid inside for a few second before emptying it on the table at the same time a blink spider warped. The cry of the beast would have been heart breaking had he not know lady Freya, but even there it was a close thing.
He got up too and left. Behind him a group of Psyker Hunters start cleaning the café. The first kill of that kid his with them but he can't save him without dooming more. Ridcully had a lot of work to do and a promise made physical to held.
So my take on Ridcully omake. I'm not good at plot within plot so there, small talk full of meaning (I hope.) The ~60 millions death came after this and was the back and forth between them until Ridcully manage to put her in a "best" situation were she can't just blow the city and deliver is oath commisar style.
I don't know what it's worth but it's there.
10ebbor10
DON'T PANIC
- Location
- Present
Well, that's a relief.
I was afraid that we'd be screwed if Ridcully ever got killed, but it seems like this will be a relatively unusual occurance.
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
- Location
- Dancing on wires!
Isn't here at the moment, try again later.
- Location
- Estonia
are we gonna take other garkill worlds out there so the two ork realms dont get even more powerful... They should be easier to take i imagine than this 3 world was to take. And from what i have read here the idea is to follow the midgard colonizing idea atm so that we can make use of their numbers properly and that so building worlds and another conquest wont take forever.
Beserk fungus would be interesting to use on ork conflicts to spur further conflicts ?
The pop growth was almost a billion this turn wich is pretty fantastic to be honest if u count the people we sent to byzantium and we more or less broke 10 billion mark aswell.
Beserk fungus would be interesting to use on ork conflicts to spur further conflicts ?
The pop growth was almost a billion this turn wich is pretty fantastic to be honest if u count the people we sent to byzantium and we more or less broke 10 billion mark aswell.
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