- Location
- western US
"yay. I got a new transcendent trait!
what does it do?"....
*good job stupid: congratulations! you now have a soul to sell! errr....HAD a soul. -15I -15P -15L.*
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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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what does it do?"....
*good job stupid: congratulations! you now have a soul to sell! errr....HAD a soul. -15I -15P -15L.*
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
- Location
- Dancing on wires!
Transcendence Trait of Stupidity: The Abyss of Idiocy: Causes the Silent King to somehow suffer a Migrane as he attempts to think of a means of appropriately punishing you, is unable to think of a better punishment than what you managed to do to yourself.
- Location
- Earth
Not sure if he passed that roll, but here's an idea of a transcendent trait (@Doomed Wombat thanks for the name, couldn't come up with a good one myself):
Transcendent Stupidity Trait: The Abyss of Idiocy (can do impossible things if the QM thinks it's dumb and funny enough, automatically pass all morale checks when things inevitably blow up in his face, treat as having transcendent piety when others are trying to dissuade him from doing dumb things, +300 to all rolls to do dumb things, far less likely to die for some reason, other people can do impossible things reacting to his moronic antics as long as it's funny)- The depths of Lord Takhanu's asininity are almost entirely unfathomable, and it is rumored that even the Changer of Ways itself does not comprehend how he was able to accomplish chaining his nonexistent soul to it. The universe now bends around him, allowing him to accomplish feats of idiocy as to astonish the gods themselves. The tendency of this fate-bending effect to preserve his life is almost certainly the only reason for his inexplicably still-continued existence.
The first thing he would do after getting this trait would be making Silent King suffer a frustration-induced migraine, despite Szarekh lacking the biological mechanisms necessary for headaches.
Another example of the "other people can do impossible things reacting to his moronic antics" bit would be a human being able to facepalm without impaling themselves despite the fact that the hand they're using is equipped with a lightning claw.
Transcendent Stupidity Trait: The Abyss of Idiocy (can do impossible things if the QM thinks it's dumb and funny enough, automatically pass all morale checks when things inevitably blow up in his face, treat as having transcendent piety when others are trying to dissuade him from doing dumb things, +300 to all rolls to do dumb things, far less likely to die for some reason, other people can do impossible things reacting to his moronic antics as long as it's funny)- The depths of Lord Takhanu's asininity are almost entirely unfathomable, and it is rumored that even the Changer of Ways itself does not comprehend how he was able to accomplish chaining his nonexistent soul to it. The universe now bends around him, allowing him to accomplish feats of idiocy as to astonish the gods themselves. The tendency of this fate-bending effect to preserve his life is almost certainly the only reason for his inexplicably still-continued existence.
The first thing he would do after getting this trait would be making Silent King suffer a frustration-induced migraine, despite Szarekh lacking the biological mechanisms necessary for headaches.
Another example of the "other people can do impossible things reacting to his moronic antics" bit would be a human being able to facepalm without impaling themselves despite the fact that the hand they're using is equipped with a lightning claw.
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- Location
- United States
Was it ever confirmed if the Necron Lord who sold his nonexistent soul to Tzeentch was the same Necron Lord who attacked us early in the quest?
Doomed Wombat
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- Location
- Dancing on wires!
No, but it wouldn't be surprising.
- Location
- England
You see, this is why I had a titan fight a 2nd circle. Certain tools for certain jobs and such ;P
- Location
- Earth
Oh, and now I have the original paragon trait:
Paragon Stupidity Trait: Too Dumb to Die (can do very difficult things if the QM thinks it's dumb and funny enough, +100 to all rolls to do dumb things, +75 to morale rolls when things almost always blow up in his face, treat as having paragon piety when others are trying to dissuade him from doing dumb things, even less likely to die for some reason)- Lord Takhanu is an absolute imbecile, able to fulfil tasks so inane as to create a sense of marvel in those around him. Some suspect that his ease in achieving these acts of idiocy lies in a quirk of the Warp. While it might seem intuitive to rule this out because Takhanu should have Warp immunity as a Necron, perhaps this theory is more reasonable than it seems to be at first glance. Whatever the origin of this curious influence, it seems to help guard his life as a side effect, accounting for a good part of the reason behind Takhanu's continued existence.
Also, after getting that headache, the Silent King succumbed a sudden and irresistible urge to storm into the nearest bar and get smashing drunk. Despite the fact that he has no mechanisms for imbibing alcohol or getting inebriated either. Or the fact that there are no bars in a Necron war camp.
Paragon Stupidity Trait: Too Dumb to Die (can do very difficult things if the QM thinks it's dumb and funny enough, +100 to all rolls to do dumb things, +75 to morale rolls when things almost always blow up in his face, treat as having paragon piety when others are trying to dissuade him from doing dumb things, even less likely to die for some reason)- Lord Takhanu is an absolute imbecile, able to fulfil tasks so inane as to create a sense of marvel in those around him. Some suspect that his ease in achieving these acts of idiocy lies in a quirk of the Warp. While it might seem intuitive to rule this out because Takhanu should have Warp immunity as a Necron, perhaps this theory is more reasonable than it seems to be at first glance. Whatever the origin of this curious influence, it seems to help guard his life as a side effect, accounting for a good part of the reason behind Takhanu's continued existence.
Also, after getting that headache, the Silent King succumbed a sudden and irresistible urge to storm into the nearest bar and get smashing drunk. Despite the fact that he has no mechanisms for imbibing alcohol or getting inebriated either. Or the fact that there are no bars in a Necron war camp.
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The Fire Fields
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
- Location
- Dancing on wires!
The Fire Fields
Once the area north of Cassanadro was not regarded with significant interest by the human settlers of Avernus, save for the fact that it produced vast numbers of monsters. Hardily extraordinary on Avernus of all places, but as it was lacking in space for a settlement and significant natural resources this dismissal was understandable. However, following the end of the Gilded Skies this assessment rapidly changed.
The entire region was shattered both by the immense energies of the Guardians and the orbital artillery of Battlefleet Avernus, with the few ships of the Eldar even pitching in where they could, small as their numbers were, the combination releasing power that under any other circumstance would be considered grossly excessive and would have spelt the death of a world that was not Avernus, which instead weathered the barrage with seeming ease.
As a result, the continental plate of the region was shattered into pieces, molten magma weeping constantly from the wound. That this was the primary result alone and not cataclysmic earthquakes, tidal waves and other geological catastrophes that could have eventually lead to an exterminatus level event is likely attributed to the intervention of the World Mind, or one of its servants. In any case the World seemingly has decided to go with a waste not want not policy, electing to create a new, if somewhat small region, seemingly based around the combination of magma and the exposure the region endured to so many exotic effects.
Observers have reported towering stone like trees which siphon the molten bounty exposed by the cracks in the plate, while airborn scouts report herds of Magma Wyrms traveling through the exposed region likely continuing their migratory route under the Spine, as other molten based creatures are reportedly breeding within it, expanding outwards to take control of the region as their own.
More strange are the various psycic phenomenon that frequently form from the region. This varies from dust storms that exhibit overwhelming haywire properties, able to shut down technology for miles around, spontaneous magma plumes that reach high into air space without visible cause, spontaneous telekinetic tornadoes and very rarely spontaneous gravity inversions.
A large number of unique creatures noted in the region are adapted to live with, and some even to thrive off of, these random phenomenum. For example a species identified as the ionic mole rat, seems to prefer living within the dust storms, somehow surviving despite being picked up by the storm themselves. As they seem to live off the haywire energy produced by the storm in some fashion the exact method behind how they survive the winds that could flense the skin from their bones is a matter of much debate and curiosity.
While for now it is not a serious risk, save for transport that flies over the region it is currently of great interest to the Magos biologis, who are especially thrilled at the chance to observe the Magma Wyrms in as close as they can achieve to their natural habitat and at the creatures adapted to such strange phenomenum.
The area has also been earmarked as a potential mining site, due to the bounty of raw materials available from the open craters and magma rivers.
Where some may see devestation, the World sees an opportunity.
@Durin
Once the area north of Cassanadro was not regarded with significant interest by the human settlers of Avernus, save for the fact that it produced vast numbers of monsters. Hardily extraordinary on Avernus of all places, but as it was lacking in space for a settlement and significant natural resources this dismissal was understandable. However, following the end of the Gilded Skies this assessment rapidly changed.
The entire region was shattered both by the immense energies of the Guardians and the orbital artillery of Battlefleet Avernus, with the few ships of the Eldar even pitching in where they could, small as their numbers were, the combination releasing power that under any other circumstance would be considered grossly excessive and would have spelt the death of a world that was not Avernus, which instead weathered the barrage with seeming ease.
As a result, the continental plate of the region was shattered into pieces, molten magma weeping constantly from the wound. That this was the primary result alone and not cataclysmic earthquakes, tidal waves and other geological catastrophes that could have eventually lead to an exterminatus level event is likely attributed to the intervention of the World Mind, or one of its servants. In any case the World seemingly has decided to go with a waste not want not policy, electing to create a new, if somewhat small region, seemingly based around the combination of magma and the exposure the region endured to so many exotic effects.
Observers have reported towering stone like trees which siphon the molten bounty exposed by the cracks in the plate, while airborn scouts report herds of Magma Wyrms traveling through the exposed region likely continuing their migratory route under the Spine, as other molten based creatures are reportedly breeding within it, expanding outwards to take control of the region as their own.
More strange are the various psycic phenomenon that frequently form from the region. This varies from dust storms that exhibit overwhelming haywire properties, able to shut down technology for miles around, spontaneous magma plumes that reach high into air space without visible cause, spontaneous telekinetic tornadoes and very rarely spontaneous gravity inversions.
A large number of unique creatures noted in the region are adapted to live with, and some even to thrive off of, these random phenomenum. For example a species identified as the ionic mole rat, seems to prefer living within the dust storms, somehow surviving despite being picked up by the storm themselves. As they seem to live off the haywire energy produced by the storm in some fashion the exact method behind how they survive the winds that could flense the skin from their bones is a matter of much debate and curiosity.
While for now it is not a serious risk, save for transport that flies over the region it is currently of great interest to the Magos biologis, who are especially thrilled at the chance to observe the Magma Wyrms in as close as they can achieve to their natural habitat and at the creatures adapted to such strange phenomenum.
The area has also been earmarked as a potential mining site, due to the bounty of raw materials available from the open craters and magma rivers.
Where some may see devestation, the World sees an opportunity.
@Durin
[X] Plan Proactive
Blind Contact
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
- Location
- Dancing on wires!
Blind Contact
Munstrum Ridcully sat in meditation alongside Areatha as he used her memories and connection to locate the Ancient One, the greatest warrior they had access too, so that he could guide him to their mutual foe and strike a true blow against this incursion just as it was beginning.
Perhaps it was arrogant of him to expect the simple task of locating a single being but, to his own stunned surprise it was proving to be a far harder task to accomplish than he anticipated, just as Areatha warned him it would be. Even his sight unhindered by all things save the wards and trickery of Gods, and able to pierce even those wards with time and effort, found himself befuddled and confused as he tried to locate him, as if his attempts were hidden by a shroud of age and time.
But he had his orders, he needed to catch his attention, and so he pushed onwards clutching at the memories Areatha provided him to focus his attempts until at last he thought he found the Ancient One, moving swiftly towards where he could detect the presence of the Archangyl, but at a slightly odd angle. His mental projection yelled and shouted, trying desperately to alert the Saurus as suddenly the resistance that prevented him from contacting the being diminished suddenly.
His mental probe metaphorically stumbled forwards as an impermeable barrier was suddenly removed only to be re-established the instant he was within, as his mind was examined by a creature so ancient he found himself at a loss for words.
He could not even begin to fathom where the mind of the Ancient One began and where it ended, so many millions of years of memories piling upon one another that it created a perfect defence against intrusion. He doubted any would be able to sort through the memories, held here in such perfect clarity.
In fact, he suspected they would be crushed by them, even if the master of this domain deigned not to assault him directly.
"Blind One. Your distraction was unappreciated. Tell me what you wish."
The voice of the Ancient One was short and curt, but then again the situation they were in required it.
"The Angyl you approach is a decoy. The true First is this one."
He projected the current location of the Archangyl and its body guard as well as all he could divine of its abilities and the strengths of its protectors, while the Ancient One immediately altered his course, without even a moments hesitation.
"As suspected. The scent was wrong. Continue your aid Blind One, let us bring down this foe."
With relish he focused upon the futures that the Ancient One would soon encounter, while divining the forces currently arrayed against him, detailing their weakness to the duellist without peer as its speed increased, carving a bloody path through the Angyls towards the unaware First, convinced its plan would unfold exactly as it had designed.
As he watched the Ancient One at work, he surprised his surprise that the Ancient One deigned to listen him as he viewed the utter perfect of skill that the creature unleashed, often times not requiring his input to know exactly how best to reduce the Angyls to bloody pieces. But as he looked closer trying to establish a better understanding of the being, he was assisting he saw within it slightly to see that any pride or suspicion within the Elder being's soul having been worn away over millions of years of struggle. It knew of his skills and it had assessed his in a matter of moments and made the decision to trust that he would lead it correctly, as they fell into a professional and skilful partnership, as between them they avoided armies of Angyls, monsoons of Cherubim and flights of Archangyls, until at last the Ancient One leapt into the air.
His spear, more potent than any weapon Ridcully had seen in his life save the Black Crystal blade, flew through the air at the First Circle, who was completely unprepared for the sudden assault, the blade cutting through the armour of a trillion heretical souls at a key weak point he had divined as if it were but air, to grievously wound the being beneath.
As the Ancient One caught the returning weapon Ridcully prepared himself, reading his abilities to go to their fullest extent as the clash of gods began.
Oy Mates.
Respect your elders yeah?
@Durin
Munstrum Ridcully sat in meditation alongside Areatha as he used her memories and connection to locate the Ancient One, the greatest warrior they had access too, so that he could guide him to their mutual foe and strike a true blow against this incursion just as it was beginning.
Perhaps it was arrogant of him to expect the simple task of locating a single being but, to his own stunned surprise it was proving to be a far harder task to accomplish than he anticipated, just as Areatha warned him it would be. Even his sight unhindered by all things save the wards and trickery of Gods, and able to pierce even those wards with time and effort, found himself befuddled and confused as he tried to locate him, as if his attempts were hidden by a shroud of age and time.
But he had his orders, he needed to catch his attention, and so he pushed onwards clutching at the memories Areatha provided him to focus his attempts until at last he thought he found the Ancient One, moving swiftly towards where he could detect the presence of the Archangyl, but at a slightly odd angle. His mental projection yelled and shouted, trying desperately to alert the Saurus as suddenly the resistance that prevented him from contacting the being diminished suddenly.
His mental probe metaphorically stumbled forwards as an impermeable barrier was suddenly removed only to be re-established the instant he was within, as his mind was examined by a creature so ancient he found himself at a loss for words.
He could not even begin to fathom where the mind of the Ancient One began and where it ended, so many millions of years of memories piling upon one another that it created a perfect defence against intrusion. He doubted any would be able to sort through the memories, held here in such perfect clarity.
In fact, he suspected they would be crushed by them, even if the master of this domain deigned not to assault him directly.
"Blind One. Your distraction was unappreciated. Tell me what you wish."
The voice of the Ancient One was short and curt, but then again the situation they were in required it.
"The Angyl you approach is a decoy. The true First is this one."
He projected the current location of the Archangyl and its body guard as well as all he could divine of its abilities and the strengths of its protectors, while the Ancient One immediately altered his course, without even a moments hesitation.
"As suspected. The scent was wrong. Continue your aid Blind One, let us bring down this foe."
With relish he focused upon the futures that the Ancient One would soon encounter, while divining the forces currently arrayed against him, detailing their weakness to the duellist without peer as its speed increased, carving a bloody path through the Angyls towards the unaware First, convinced its plan would unfold exactly as it had designed.
As he watched the Ancient One at work, he surprised his surprise that the Ancient One deigned to listen him as he viewed the utter perfect of skill that the creature unleashed, often times not requiring his input to know exactly how best to reduce the Angyls to bloody pieces. But as he looked closer trying to establish a better understanding of the being, he was assisting he saw within it slightly to see that any pride or suspicion within the Elder being's soul having been worn away over millions of years of struggle. It knew of his skills and it had assessed his in a matter of moments and made the decision to trust that he would lead it correctly, as they fell into a professional and skilful partnership, as between them they avoided armies of Angyls, monsoons of Cherubim and flights of Archangyls, until at last the Ancient One leapt into the air.
His spear, more potent than any weapon Ridcully had seen in his life save the Black Crystal blade, flew through the air at the First Circle, who was completely unprepared for the sudden assault, the blade cutting through the armour of a trillion heretical souls at a key weak point he had divined as if it were but air, to grievously wound the being beneath.
As the Ancient One caught the returning weapon Ridcully prepared himself, reading his abilities to go to their fullest extent as the clash of gods began.
Oy Mates.
Respect your elders yeah?
@Durin
Hurried Wards
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
- Location
- Dancing on wires!
Hurried Wards
When the evacuation orders came they'd been ordered to leave, why wouldn't they have been. They were sanctionites, not battle psykers, their duty was to support those that were. They weren't stable enough, not controlled enough, not good enough to fight.
But, still the refused to leave, offering their places to their students so that they might survive, instead demanding as one that they be brought to where they could be useful in the coming battle, for although they were not combatants they were still avernite and knew their duty.
And so the best from the order of warding were sent to Dis, but the rest of them were spread throughout the cities of Avernus, from Maleeae to far off Alexandria where in the brief time before battle was joined they set to their craft.
They were not the beautiful examples of rune craft that they had perfected over centuries of study and practise. They were rushed, far too often improperly drawn, but they worked and they provided that small piece of protection to the cities that they otherwise would not have, but by a miracle they were still active and potent. It seemed almost to some of the carvers like they had been struck by a burst of genius in those horrifying times, as they managed to create results in a matter of days that would have otherwise taken months under normal conditions within specially prepared forges and crafting areas.
By the time they were forced to pull back the effect was still small, the immense size of Dis working against them in that scenario. In fact it was certainly arguably they were wasting their time, for if they had decades they could have warded the entirty of the city, but that was time they did not have.
Yet for all that it was small, that miniscule advantaged mattered greatly in the coming times. For every soldier that did not fall to corruption thanks to the dampening effect on the mental domination of the abomination, for every Angyl blade that wavered due to the threat of banishment spread out across the city and multiplied a million times by the size of the battle, for every trap activated by the Angyls probing attempts to get through the wards, only to find naught but fire and death awaiting them.
It was more than worth it to them, for sanctionite they maybe, but they were still Avernite, and they were also heroes.
Its a rush job, but better than nothing yeah?
@Durin
When the evacuation orders came they'd been ordered to leave, why wouldn't they have been. They were sanctionites, not battle psykers, their duty was to support those that were. They weren't stable enough, not controlled enough, not good enough to fight.
But, still the refused to leave, offering their places to their students so that they might survive, instead demanding as one that they be brought to where they could be useful in the coming battle, for although they were not combatants they were still avernite and knew their duty.
And so the best from the order of warding were sent to Dis, but the rest of them were spread throughout the cities of Avernus, from Maleeae to far off Alexandria where in the brief time before battle was joined they set to their craft.
They were not the beautiful examples of rune craft that they had perfected over centuries of study and practise. They were rushed, far too often improperly drawn, but they worked and they provided that small piece of protection to the cities that they otherwise would not have, but by a miracle they were still active and potent. It seemed almost to some of the carvers like they had been struck by a burst of genius in those horrifying times, as they managed to create results in a matter of days that would have otherwise taken months under normal conditions within specially prepared forges and crafting areas.
By the time they were forced to pull back the effect was still small, the immense size of Dis working against them in that scenario. In fact it was certainly arguably they were wasting their time, for if they had decades they could have warded the entirty of the city, but that was time they did not have.
Yet for all that it was small, that miniscule advantaged mattered greatly in the coming times. For every soldier that did not fall to corruption thanks to the dampening effect on the mental domination of the abomination, for every Angyl blade that wavered due to the threat of banishment spread out across the city and multiplied a million times by the size of the battle, for every trap activated by the Angyls probing attempts to get through the wards, only to find naught but fire and death awaiting them.
It was more than worth it to them, for sanctionite they maybe, but they were still Avernite, and they were also heroes.
Its a rush job, but better than nothing yeah?
@Durin
- Location
- England
Wombat, you have as many Omake as everyone else put together- I'd say stop for your own sake but I'm enjoying them too much..
[X] Plan Proactive
[X] Lonely Citadel Hold- Reinforce the Lonely Citadel with forces from Dis
[X] Ritual- Disrupt it- Exchange lives for time
[X]Keep airforce in reserve- Allow you to better react to unexpected attacks
[X] Have Ridcully provide Divination support to help the Ancient one pin down the 1st circle
[X] Lonely Citadel Hold- Reinforce the Lonely Citadel with forces from Dis
[X] Ritual- Disrupt it- Exchange lives for time
[X]Keep airforce in reserve- Allow you to better react to unexpected attacks
[X] Have Ridcully provide Divination support to help the Ancient one pin down the 1st circle
- Location
- United States
[X] Plan Proactive
- Location
- western US
uh oh, I see the possablity that the proactive plan was not written correctly or something (likely because the author diden't intend for it to be a formal plan but rather a outline...if I recall correctly...
I call upon the powers of the VOTE TALLY
edit: yep, the tally has been screwed. again.
I call upon the powers of the VOTE TALLY
edit: yep, the tally has been screwed. again.
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- Location
- USA
I just didnt edit it afterwards it seems to work as a plan no need to make things too complicated I guess.
Shard
One and Many
- Location
- Malaysia
'dis the format.
[] Plan Proactive
-[] Lonely Citadel Hold- Reinforce the Lonely Citadel with forces from Dis
-[] Ritual- Disrupt it- Exchange lives for time
-[]Keep airforce in reserve- Allow you to better react to unexpected attacks
-[] Have Ridcully provide Divination support to help the Ancient one pin down the 1st circle
Water, Night and Providence
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
- Location
- Dancing on wires!
Water, Night and Providence
Plates cracked and collided as Providence considered the assaults currently in progress, assessing both the damage and the opportunities that were presented. The wounds made in the crust of the World were easily amplified, plumes of magma spewing forth into the air, far higher than would be possible under natural circumstances, the liquid rock infused with so much molten silver and other psycically active materials fatal to Daemons that it glowed a pearlescent white.
It whispered and aided the Trolls as they continued their task of raising their mountain homes to crush the foolish little Angyls that struck at them, revising its predictions of the damage done to the mountain range and commissioning a few dozen new mountains to replace those that would be moved or totally destroyed in the coming carnage. A minor irritation considering the benefits that they would reap from applying these new techniques judiciously.
The wards that were hurriedly carved into the walls of Dis, it refined and amplified, touching the minds of the humans who scurried too and through, fixing the deficiencies and flaws in their work, even as it continued its long standing task of improving the ultrasecure vault where the focal point of this incursion was hidden, for denying the Tyrant its prize was a main priority.
Looking out towards the sea however, Providence spied a new opportunity, one that it eagerly capitalised upon with a slight motion and a momentary flicker of its might, creating in a single instant effects that would have taken armies of lesser beings vast rituals to even attempt to perform.
With a sudden tremor, vast land bridges emerged from the ocean floor their structure made of demonically repelling black stone which emitted scintillating beams of light into the sky that split into a trillion miniscule stars, searing the flesh of the Angyls that flew overhead. At once it allowed what reinforcements that could come via conventional means to accelerate their progress and strike an additional blow against the enemy but before it performed this task the oceans rumbled.
While on the continents it would feel like little more than a minor earthquake due to Providence's actions nulling the effect of the vast earthquake, within the oceans billions of tons of water displaced instantaneously, the sudden shock driving it forward as the liquid infused with the power of darkness rose ominously into the sky while the Angyls darted back in panic, rapidly attempting to disperse the flood, but finding that the water was still infused with the essence of the Siren's technique, their abilities worthless against the deluge.
Separated slightly from the True Rune the water might have lost some of its potency, but the speeds at which it was moving more than made up for it, as angyl after angyl was swatted from the skies like vermin, to crash to earth unmoving, their lights failing as they died one after another, great and small, the survivors weakened to the point of banishment as the ocean crashed upon the heavens.
Providence takes the opportunities given to it.
@Durin
Plates cracked and collided as Providence considered the assaults currently in progress, assessing both the damage and the opportunities that were presented. The wounds made in the crust of the World were easily amplified, plumes of magma spewing forth into the air, far higher than would be possible under natural circumstances, the liquid rock infused with so much molten silver and other psycically active materials fatal to Daemons that it glowed a pearlescent white.
It whispered and aided the Trolls as they continued their task of raising their mountain homes to crush the foolish little Angyls that struck at them, revising its predictions of the damage done to the mountain range and commissioning a few dozen new mountains to replace those that would be moved or totally destroyed in the coming carnage. A minor irritation considering the benefits that they would reap from applying these new techniques judiciously.
The wards that were hurriedly carved into the walls of Dis, it refined and amplified, touching the minds of the humans who scurried too and through, fixing the deficiencies and flaws in their work, even as it continued its long standing task of improving the ultrasecure vault where the focal point of this incursion was hidden, for denying the Tyrant its prize was a main priority.
Looking out towards the sea however, Providence spied a new opportunity, one that it eagerly capitalised upon with a slight motion and a momentary flicker of its might, creating in a single instant effects that would have taken armies of lesser beings vast rituals to even attempt to perform.
With a sudden tremor, vast land bridges emerged from the ocean floor their structure made of demonically repelling black stone which emitted scintillating beams of light into the sky that split into a trillion miniscule stars, searing the flesh of the Angyls that flew overhead. At once it allowed what reinforcements that could come via conventional means to accelerate their progress and strike an additional blow against the enemy but before it performed this task the oceans rumbled.
While on the continents it would feel like little more than a minor earthquake due to Providence's actions nulling the effect of the vast earthquake, within the oceans billions of tons of water displaced instantaneously, the sudden shock driving it forward as the liquid infused with the power of darkness rose ominously into the sky while the Angyls darted back in panic, rapidly attempting to disperse the flood, but finding that the water was still infused with the essence of the Siren's technique, their abilities worthless against the deluge.
Separated slightly from the True Rune the water might have lost some of its potency, but the speeds at which it was moving more than made up for it, as angyl after angyl was swatted from the skies like vermin, to crash to earth unmoving, their lights failing as they died one after another, great and small, the survivors weakened to the point of banishment as the ocean crashed upon the heavens.
Providence takes the opportunities given to it.
I have more...MOOOOOOOORE!
@Durin
- Location
- western US
what shard has here should work.
the line that describes the plan (at the top) is what your "voting for" and the following lines with the dash appends those lines to that vote.
this lets you create block-votes, instead of voting for each line seperately.
keep going wombat, KEEP GOING.
if we can pump out enough omakes, it won't matter that the eldar coulden't send enough forces to us!
in fact, we won't even need our OWN forces because the enemies will spontaneously explode from all of the forced crits!
the omakes are the source of our true power
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The Bane
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
- Location
- Dancing on wires!
The Bane
Tlixchoctan the Bearer of ten thousand scars, Old Blood veteran of the eternal war sank the head of his axe into the neck of the Archangyl, severing its head from its body and causing a spurt of daemonic fluids to burst forth, as continued his swing past the decapitation, spinning himself to bisect a dozen lunging Seraphim before catching a howling Cherubim by its throat, taking a moment to crush the life from it, feeling the ichor spill across his hands and body with a satisfying squelch.
Stepping forward and grabbing the severed head of the Archangyl he raised it high as a warning to the Angyls that hovered around him, their previous certain movements now filled with hesitation and doubt, as they beheld the truly dead corpse of their leader, its fire nothing before his skill and weapon, as he savoured the realisation behind their eyes that he had constantly experienced as he had made his way to the city.
Every moment of this campaign had been a slog of carnage, breaking forth from the city of the Predator in what was almost certain to be a foolish and doomed suicide march, as they pushed towards the other continent where the true fight was being held. Where the true leaders of this battle needed to be slain, for they refused to be locked behind when there such a major battle to be fought.
He was a child of the Old Ones, their first born, they would not let such sinful failures as the Aledari be their only representatives for this conflict.
And so, he had marched with his forces, first across the jungles they called home, picking up an army of heroes that streamed in from the other cities, their numbers at first swelling before dropping again a they were whittled down to only their best, young bloods becoming veterans and earning their weapons in the depths of mortal combat against true foes, unlike the mewling skinks. Then across the water bridge left by the Ancient Wanderer, detected only thanks to the enhanced senses of Lord Utzialrai's healm, advancing out in the open without fear, given a slight reprieve as the Angyls avoided the ocean, for fear of the darkness that lurked within, placed there by the minds of the Sirens.
Finally, to the continent where they re-joined the fighting, revelling in the combat as they fought into sight of the city of Dis, where the forces of the Golden Tyrant were at their thickest and the opportunities to demonstrate their might and fulfil their duty were most concentrated. And so here he was within the thick of combat, his blood singing within his veins as his axe cut a bloody swathe through the Angyls, he felt a fulfilment that he had not experienced in many many years.
Stepping forward Tlixchoctan the Bane, mightiest and eldest of the Saurus Old Bloods planted their feet before the gates of Dis and bellowed his challenge to the Angyls that stood there, daring them to face him, a true warrior.
None would pass while he lived.
Think Jacob, but with a few thousand years experience under his belt, a high tier artifact and zero fucks to give.
@Durin
Tlixchoctan the Bearer of ten thousand scars, Old Blood veteran of the eternal war sank the head of his axe into the neck of the Archangyl, severing its head from its body and causing a spurt of daemonic fluids to burst forth, as continued his swing past the decapitation, spinning himself to bisect a dozen lunging Seraphim before catching a howling Cherubim by its throat, taking a moment to crush the life from it, feeling the ichor spill across his hands and body with a satisfying squelch.
Stepping forward and grabbing the severed head of the Archangyl he raised it high as a warning to the Angyls that hovered around him, their previous certain movements now filled with hesitation and doubt, as they beheld the truly dead corpse of their leader, its fire nothing before his skill and weapon, as he savoured the realisation behind their eyes that he had constantly experienced as he had made his way to the city.
Every moment of this campaign had been a slog of carnage, breaking forth from the city of the Predator in what was almost certain to be a foolish and doomed suicide march, as they pushed towards the other continent where the true fight was being held. Where the true leaders of this battle needed to be slain, for they refused to be locked behind when there such a major battle to be fought.
He was a child of the Old Ones, their first born, they would not let such sinful failures as the Aledari be their only representatives for this conflict.
And so, he had marched with his forces, first across the jungles they called home, picking up an army of heroes that streamed in from the other cities, their numbers at first swelling before dropping again a they were whittled down to only their best, young bloods becoming veterans and earning their weapons in the depths of mortal combat against true foes, unlike the mewling skinks. Then across the water bridge left by the Ancient Wanderer, detected only thanks to the enhanced senses of Lord Utzialrai's healm, advancing out in the open without fear, given a slight reprieve as the Angyls avoided the ocean, for fear of the darkness that lurked within, placed there by the minds of the Sirens.
Finally, to the continent where they re-joined the fighting, revelling in the combat as they fought into sight of the city of Dis, where the forces of the Golden Tyrant were at their thickest and the opportunities to demonstrate their might and fulfil their duty were most concentrated. And so here he was within the thick of combat, his blood singing within his veins as his axe cut a bloody swathe through the Angyls, he felt a fulfilment that he had not experienced in many many years.
Stepping forward Tlixchoctan the Bane, mightiest and eldest of the Saurus Old Bloods planted their feet before the gates of Dis and bellowed his challenge to the Angyls that stood there, daring them to face him, a true warrior.
None would pass while he lived.
Think Jacob, but with a few thousand years experience under his belt, a high tier artifact and zero fucks to give.
@Durin
AYE AYE MON CAPITAN!
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It's not a question of the plan being bad, but the formatting being incorrect. You need to put an '-' in front of each of the different components of the plan, or else the tally will register them all as separate votes.
