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The Long Night Part One: Embers in the Dusk: A Planetary Governor Quest (43k) Complete Sequel Up
- Thread starter Durin
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Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
- Location
- Dancing on wires!
Oh no Abaddon hasn't gained a thing which is almost impossible to gain and can merely
Beat people who have
Including three of the top combatants.
For reference the Primarch combat rankings in Embers are as of the GC as far as I can tell are
Angron (transcendent beats everyone)-->Konrad/Night Haunter-->Sanguinius/Horus/Leman sharing for third place
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
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- Dancing on wires!
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- To the left. No, not there, the other left.
While we may not be able to kill Abaddon Trust could throw a pretty scary Paragon-ball at him, consisting of Ridcully, Xavier and Mittens probably (they have C49 and I49&C48 respectively and just got large Addio omake dedicated to them), Jane, Jacob, Sepet, Aryz, Horatio and Surt, plus however many of C45+ Avernites we got kicking around managed to get paragonhood by surviving whatever bullshit Avernus threw at them. Marcey is a thing as well, though we yet to say how she interacts with us.
And that's before getting into Avernus natives like Lulana.
And that's before getting into Avernus natives like Lulana.
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Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
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- Dancing on wires!
We could also piss him off enough to use the Planet Killer on Avernus.
While I don't agree with his uselessness he is a very angry guy and if we piss him off he may just decided to do that
Not saying we should try for that outcome of course.
lancelot
Completely worth it
What the hell is a transcendent in 40k, all I know about is the C'Tan. Also what does it have to do with the sword.
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
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- Dancing on wires!
Its not a thing in regular 40K its a thing for embers.
Hitting 60 in a stat makes one a transcendent (and maybe there are transcendent traits as well) this bestows biological immortality and a super powerful trait on top of 60 in a stat.
The only Transcendents we know of are the Primarchs who are still alive, The Phoenix Lords, Marcey and Bjorn if he's still alive.
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- madison
it's the step past paragon. at 50 for any stat you get an OP trait called a paragon trait.. (for example rotbarts martial one N steps ahead lets him decide what forces are present when the shooting starts.) You get an even stronger one at 60, as well as agelessness and it's call transcendence because at that point the fig leaf of simple skill falls away.
- Location
- Queensland, Australia
Basically, if you have less then 50 in a stat, then you don't apply for the following.
But once you go over 50 in a trait, you start having the chance to earn a 'paragon' trait. These are extremely powerful traits, that can basically make or break a campaign. But they're still strictly 'local' in effect.
You can also improve the traits, but if you really want to see a major improvement, then you need to get that stat to over 60 and do something extremely important... as well as getting lucky.
If this is done, then you earn a Transcendent Trait. These are basically a Paragon trait taken to the next level. Instead of making or breaking a campaign, you make or break major interstellar empires. You are also now biologically immortal, you can still be killed, but it's much harder, before traits kick in, and even if they do kill you... You are a Transcendent, which means you have a chance to survive none-the-less.
There's a level beyond Transcendent, which is Deity, but that's basically 'Are you the God-Emperor of Mankind? Yes/No? If no, then you'll never reach this. If yes... If you're lucky, but otherwise you'll just stay a Transcendent.
If one of our characters somehow manages to achieve a Deity level trait, then expect it to have been in a massive fight where everyone's attacking us and it's end-game... So much so that the only reason we actually have a chance of winning is because that character reached Deity... and even then, it's probably not a good chance of winning, though at least now we'll probably stale-mate.
But once you go over 50 in a trait, you start having the chance to earn a 'paragon' trait. These are extremely powerful traits, that can basically make or break a campaign. But they're still strictly 'local' in effect.
You can also improve the traits, but if you really want to see a major improvement, then you need to get that stat to over 60 and do something extremely important... as well as getting lucky.
If this is done, then you earn a Transcendent Trait. These are basically a Paragon trait taken to the next level. Instead of making or breaking a campaign, you make or break major interstellar empires. You are also now biologically immortal, you can still be killed, but it's much harder, before traits kick in, and even if they do kill you... You are a Transcendent, which means you have a chance to survive none-the-less.
There's a level beyond Transcendent, which is Deity, but that's basically 'Are you the God-Emperor of Mankind? Yes/No? If no, then you'll never reach this. If yes... If you're lucky, but otherwise you'll just stay a Transcendent.
If one of our characters somehow manages to achieve a Deity level trait, then expect it to have been in a massive fight where everyone's attacking us and it's end-game... So much so that the only reason we actually have a chance of winning is because that character reached Deity... and even then, it's probably not a good chance of winning, though at least now we'll probably stale-mate.
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- Alice Springs, Australia
she is alpha level psyker transcendent, in other words she can take out a second Circle Archangyl but would probably lose to a first circle or any other exalted. one stop below primarches
lancelot
Completely worth it
So Rotbart needs 7 more points in Martial to become a paper pushing god of death, or pull shit like 1d4chan's Creed on a regular basis.
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- madison
he's already at creeds level, hell N steps ahead is probably similar to what creed's paragon traits was. Though Rotbart needs 10 more points not 7. His martial score is 50 with traits giving him 3 conditional points, but the base number has to go above the threshold.
as an aside, martial is not related to personal combat. Martial is how good a commander you are, and combat is how good a fighter you are. It's common for traits on one to raise the other, but it's entirely possible to have a great fighter who is a hopeless commander, or a great general who can be outfought by a conscript. So it's unlikely a transcendent martial trait would help much in a duel beyond making it easier to avoid.
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- Alice Springs, Australia
and possibly easier to get out of
Shard
One and Many
- Location
- Malaysia
Case Point: Timur. A cripple, and one of the great Khans.
- Location
- Australia
@Durin, what would you rank pre-deification Sigmar at? For reference, this is him fighting Morkar the Uniter - the first Everchosen.
Suddenly, light. The blinding radiance of the day. A sun Archaon had not seen in what seemed like
forever. Colours. Shapes. Trees. He was there. Back in the forests of the Empire. Smoke stung his
nostrils. The smoke of destruction, utter and merciless. He could taste blood on his lips. His own and
that of barbarian tribesmen whose slaughter hung on the air like a bloody mist. There was a barbarian
before him. A Reiklander. A small mountain of muscle, decked in forest furs, trailing the long,
unkempt mane of a savage. He was not alone. He introduced Archaon to his companion. A dwarf
hammer. A warhammer of haft, rune and gold. A warhammer whose enchanted and unstoppable head
trailed blood and destiny. Ghal Maraz. Skull-splitter.
And then Sigmar hit him.
Something broke deep within Archaon. His body smashed through the trees before bouncing off and
around the thick trunks of Empire oaks and Reikland heartwoods. His armoured form spun like a
discarded doll before coming to a stop in the leaves and the dirt. Archaon brought up his weapon, a
sword that smoked with daemonic fury… but again Sigmar was there. The Unberogen had stormed
through the forest at Archaon like a force of nature. Ghal Maraz smashed though the blade and it
shattered like silver glass. The barbarian turned on his heel and brought the terrible weapon around
and down.
When it hit Archaon it felt like an earthquake. The Chaos warrior was smashed down through the
black forest earth, the stone and roots and into a hollow of his own making. Sigmar leapt into the pit,
landing like a great cat. Like a wild lion, his face was contorted with noble savagery. Eyes narrow
and teeth bared. He had confronted a thing of evil and now he was to destroy it. It was the end for
Archaon. His God-King would destroy him.
His God-King. Archaon reached back. Back through the blood and treachery – back to a time of
simple falsehoods. A God-King and the tales that were told about him. Tales that false priests and
templars promoted as belief, venerated and worshipped. Archaon knew this tale. He knew how it
ended.
Morkar the Uniter. Favoured of darkness. Everchosen of the Chaos gods – smashed and defeated –
pushed his helm up off his head and looked up at Sigmar Heldenhammer. The man who would be a
god. Ghal Maraz came up, for it was his destiny to end the evil that had ridden out of the north on a
deluge of Ruinous warrior-savages.
'Brinnan utva lioht,' Sigmar spat – a curse of his barbarian ancestors. An Unberogen curse Archaon
had come to know in his former calling. Not only as his God-King's holy words but also a Sigmarite
templar's way of life. Brinnan utva lioht. Burn by the light.
'Brinnan utva lioht,' Archaon spat and brought the great hammer down on Morkar's head with such
righteous force that rather than split the Everchosen's skull, he obliterated it – hammering blood and
bone into the forest bedrock.
forever. Colours. Shapes. Trees. He was there. Back in the forests of the Empire. Smoke stung his
nostrils. The smoke of destruction, utter and merciless. He could taste blood on his lips. His own and
that of barbarian tribesmen whose slaughter hung on the air like a bloody mist. There was a barbarian
before him. A Reiklander. A small mountain of muscle, decked in forest furs, trailing the long,
unkempt mane of a savage. He was not alone. He introduced Archaon to his companion. A dwarf
hammer. A warhammer of haft, rune and gold. A warhammer whose enchanted and unstoppable head
trailed blood and destiny. Ghal Maraz. Skull-splitter.
And then Sigmar hit him.
Something broke deep within Archaon. His body smashed through the trees before bouncing off and
around the thick trunks of Empire oaks and Reikland heartwoods. His armoured form spun like a
discarded doll before coming to a stop in the leaves and the dirt. Archaon brought up his weapon, a
sword that smoked with daemonic fury… but again Sigmar was there. The Unberogen had stormed
through the forest at Archaon like a force of nature. Ghal Maraz smashed though the blade and it
shattered like silver glass. The barbarian turned on his heel and brought the terrible weapon around
and down.
When it hit Archaon it felt like an earthquake. The Chaos warrior was smashed down through the
black forest earth, the stone and roots and into a hollow of his own making. Sigmar leapt into the pit,
landing like a great cat. Like a wild lion, his face was contorted with noble savagery. Eyes narrow
and teeth bared. He had confronted a thing of evil and now he was to destroy it. It was the end for
Archaon. His God-King would destroy him.
His God-King. Archaon reached back. Back through the blood and treachery – back to a time of
simple falsehoods. A God-King and the tales that were told about him. Tales that false priests and
templars promoted as belief, venerated and worshipped. Archaon knew this tale. He knew how it
ended.
Morkar the Uniter. Favoured of darkness. Everchosen of the Chaos gods – smashed and defeated –
pushed his helm up off his head and looked up at Sigmar Heldenhammer. The man who would be a
god. Ghal Maraz came up, for it was his destiny to end the evil that had ridden out of the north on a
deluge of Ruinous warrior-savages.
'Brinnan utva lioht,' Sigmar spat – a curse of his barbarian ancestors. An Unberogen curse Archaon
had come to know in his former calling. Not only as his God-King's holy words but also a Sigmarite
templar's way of life. Brinnan utva lioht. Burn by the light.
'Brinnan utva lioht,' Archaon spat and brought the great hammer down on Morkar's head with such
righteous force that rather than split the Everchosen's skull, he obliterated it – hammering blood and
bone into the forest bedrock.
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ArchAIngel
Sorcerer Supreme.
- Location
- Right behind you.
That seems kind of pointless to rank given this is 40k not Fantasy.
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- madison
so, random observation. Mittens has 2 stats on the verge of being a paragon. He has intrigue 49, and combat 48. If we send him and xaviar out to do something noteworthy he might hit paragon for 2 stats.
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- Australia
It isn't pointless. It's a good benchmark for guessing what an Avernite Person would consider a god.
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- madison
honest question, if mittens gets an intrude paragon trait could we give him a job? by raw stat's he's the best spymaster we'd have available, and it has the added benefit of being so hard to believe that it would make it easier for him to hide being a spymaster. I mean, would you believe that the tiger was the one running the enemies Intel network?
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- Australia
He's a xeno, so no.
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- Alice Springs, Australia
no, if you read his intrigue description you will find that it is focused on stealth over being a spymaster, so he is better then sneaking then average given his stat but a far worse spymaster
ArchAIngel
Sorcerer Supreme.
- Location
- Right behind you.
Government is all those funny pieces of paper that are fun to bat around, right?
-Pretty Much Every Cat.
- Location
- England
Mittens can cannonicly read.
lancelot
Completely worth it
But if we made him our spymaster what are we going to do with all the cultist, daemons, traitor psyker, and chaos marines body parts he'll be leaving on our pillows?