Frankly, the other gods probably have bigger things to worry about. Their rituals haven't been disrupted quite yet, after all, and killing the AO is not really as comparable of an objective to succeeding at their power up.
The Long Night Part One: Embers in the Dusk: A Planetary Governor Quest (43k) Complete Sequel Up
- Thread starter Durin
- Start date
Frankly, the other gods probably have bigger things to worry about. Their rituals haven't been disrupted quite yet, after all, and killing the AO is not really as comparable of an objective to succeeding at their power up.
- Location
- madison
would have been perfecot for atacking the storm of judgmetn, but rotbart would probly have died.
- Location
- Brazil, Minas gerais
I think the penguins are for a hell of a time and for some upgrades in their fortresses and artillery.
One big shame from this is that since we will need to go all in to prepare we probably can't go look for that fishes that helped create the navigators.
edit: grammar.
One big shame from this is that since we will need to go all in to prepare we probably can't go look for that fishes that helped create the navigators.
edit: grammar.
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
- Location
- Dancing on wires!
For the abom maybe, but for the other three, especially Tzeench and Khorne it is impossible to put into words how much they hate him.
He's the only being ATM aside from the dragon capable of unifying them together. The ritual just means when they notice him there'll be a roll to see if they commit as opposed to yes and send everything.
- Location
- Back in Cali
So I am pretty sure the storm of Magnus is going to be the birth of Tzeentch. And considering the name we might know who will be it in this universe/time around.
A Dull Day
A Dull Day
Contrary to popular belief, Cadia could be a very dull place. Even under the reign of the Despoiler, there were just some years where nothing happened. The Grand Ritual might have been in effect across the galaxy, and waves upon waves of immaterium energies rolled across the very foundations of reality, for many people live simply continued onward. Someone still had to do all the boring jobs that a servitor couldn't achieve, even if the Dark Mechanicum tried their hardest to make a semi-decent monotask servitor. And yes, no one trusted slaves to do these jobs either.
So that leads to men and women needing to still get up in the morning to do their part. It was thankless, sometimes quite dangerous work, but someone had to do it. For one Harlin Yarbid, an electrical adept, he was one of those people. The Eye of Terror might have been pulsating, the armies of Cadia moving about in preparation, and the stars themselves battled, but for the little people like him, Harlin's biggest concern was getting to his next job.
"Fucking cultists," He muttered to himself as he honked the horn to his car. There were cultists in the streets, chanting and singing praises to the dark gods. It wasn't like Harlin didn't want to join them. He came from a family of devout Star Father worshipers, but while Harlin was fine working his ass off for the greater good, he liked to have a tad more flexibility in his scheduling. So, while most of the Black Imperium not directly involved in the Grand Ritual was celebrating and worshiping out in the open, guys like him still had their day jobs. His bosses considered his position as part of an "essential" service, but Harlin suspected his overseer didn't like him because he was a dirty Nurgle worshiper.
"Can't come into work because of the sudden religious holiday? Asshole." Harlin muttered again as he kept driving. His current worksite was in the former Dragoon District of the old Olympia Kasr. Gods, he hated places like this, where you could still see the scarring from the war against the Imperials all those centuries ago. It was a reminder of dark times, something Harlin didn't like to think about anymore. His family was descendants of traitor PDF on Cadia, meaning they likely fought and killed in places like this for years.
He grabbed the old and rusted vox-caster mic in his car, "Breaker-break, Unit Seven reporting; I'm approaching the worksite. Any idea what I'm dealing with here?" Harlin hated these "unidentified circumstances" jobs. Anyone that thought Cadia was safe was a fool. There were mutants, runaway slaves, chem-whores, cannibals, rogue servitors, giant rats, and all sorts of nasty shit running around where no one was looking. And here in a bombed-out Kasr district while the Grand Ritual was happening? Well, Harlin brought his trusted six-shooter and a stub SMG for this job.
And yes, Harlin still considered this a dull affair. Just because he brought weapons with him, didn't change the fact it was still a tedious job, and there was a chance nothing would even happen. More often than not, he'd stopped a few fights by showing the pistol off and shouting at whoever approached. They were dangerous, but they were also cowardly.
"Unit Seven, stand-by for instructions." The servitor, on the other end, spoke up now, "Unit Seven, please be advised. There are massive power fluctuations in Industrial Area Zeta-09-77, location listed as "Chimeria Parts Facility-09" You are tasked with reviewing and repair any damaged related infrastructure and power systems. Confirm compliance?"
Harlin rolled his eyes, "Compliance confirmed," He lowered the mic, "Piece of shit servitor." They didn't even give him the courtesy of having an actual human on the other line. Char was out on holiday as well, so he couldn't joke around with him. And Cindia was out as well, which meant he couldn't flirt with her over the vox. "This fucking sucks," Harlin muttered as he pulled the vehicle into an empty parking lot.
After securing the vehicle, because carjackers were a problem around here, and holstering his weapons, he finally grabbed his tool-box and multi-tool. Harlin had almost 15 years of on the job experience, and he recognized that while he was quite useful, Harlin was also so far below on the ladder that he was a wage slave. Now, he admitted that it was better than being an Imperial of old. And Harlin understands his place in the Star Fathers' plan. But that didn't change the fact that he felt like his years were slipping by now. He almost 40 for Dark Gods' sake, and he had nothing to show for it.
As he walked up the rusted scaffolding, making sure to watch his step since this place was practically a bombed-out building, he found himself idly thinking about maybe doing something a little different. As Harlin performed his initial diagnostic, he imagined himself maybe telling his boss that he wanted a promotion or maybe asking Cindia out on a date. It helped him pass the time as the technician did spot significant power fluctuations and incredibly strange electromagnetic interference.
"Hmm, that's odd." Harlin frowned as he noticed what seemed to be a strange taste on the air, it was, strangely enough, minty? The technician licked his lips, and his tongue was detecting ozone as well. Deciding that he might have been dealing with a possible bio-hazard, Harlin pulled out of his tool-box a worn respirator and his most prized possession: a very old handheld auspex. He had won it in a game of cards almost ten years ago from a Heretek at one of the company gambling dens. The machine spirit inside it was still active, which meant that it worked about fifty percent of the time. However, when it did work, it seemed to detect things that even a brand-new auspex wouldn't be able to pick up. This thing made his job a lot easier when it worked mind you.
"Okay, what do we got here?" He muttered to himself as he activated the auspex, and his eyes slowly widen as he saw the readings, "The fuck?" It seemed as if there was a massive power-draining upon this section. And it unlike anything this auspex had recorded before in its entire existence of scanning things. Harlin smacked the side of the machine, but it didn't seem to do anything to change the energy readings he was getting now.
Harlin gave a very angry sigh, "For fuck's sake, can't I get a pass today?" This was likely going to be a tremendous job just finding the damn energy drain, let alone trying to fix it. He might have to call for Heretek assistance as well, which in itself was going to be a nightmare. They never wanted to send people out for minor tasks like this, even when it was their gods' damn profession. Did he do something piss off the Changer of Ways? Probably, but he doubted a Chaos God gave too much of a shit about some peon like Harlin.
Deciding the best course of action was to try and locate the trail of this energy drain, Harlin followed the auspex scan as dutifully as possible. He couldn't imagine that it had been going on for too long, it was noticed by someone about an hour and a half ago. So, at the very least, no one important was going to be calling Harlin's company up about this power drain, at least not yet.
There was some luck, though. The scanner seemed to indicate the epicenter of the power drain was close by now. And Harlin frowned as the scanner led the technician to some abandoned storage facility. That meant only one thing; someone was attempting to harvest power illegally. "Great, probably a minor Heretek or maybe some homeless trying to watch something related to the Grand Ritual on their stolen pict-screens." It was very typically. There was always someone thinking they could undermine the Despoilers' government regulations.
But as he approached the outside of the storage facility, he could make out strange voices coming from the inside of it. 'Probably some people with augmented voices or something.' Harlin rolled his eyes as he practically stomped his way to the door. However, something stopped him from just barging inside. "Okay, hold on," Harlin told himself as he calmed his breathing and considered the prospects of what might happen next.
It wasn't the prospect of possibly getting into a fight with these people that concerned him. Harlin did have plenty of combat experience during his time in the Black Legions auxiliary corps, but rather he just wasn't interested in making this into a bigger deal than it had to be. At this point, Harlin just wanted to end the day so he could be miserable off the clock.
"No reason to start any stupid shit, I'll just bang on the door and give them a heads up that I'm coming in and armed, and they'll scatter like rad-roaches." He did smile a little as he figured he could have a little fun with this shit. Pulling out his six-shooter, Harlin banged the handle against the door to the storage facility. After a few bangs, the people in the other room went completely silent.
"This is Sergeant Yarbid of the Cadian Enforcer Corps," Harlin yelled to the people in the other room, "We have the place surrounded! You have ten seconds to vacate the premises peacefully!" It was so stupid, but it was hilarious. He knew whoever was on the other side probably had an escape route or two, and the Enforcers never gave anyone ten seconds to come out peacefully. The Enforces tended to shoot and ask questions never. "One, two, three," Harlin started counting down as he kept banging on the door with his pistol. The damn thing probably wasn't even locked.
And after about another ten seconds, he stopped banging, and there was absolute silence on the other end. Harlin opened the door, and there was no one there, what a surprise. "Hah!" He laughed out loud, "You mention the Enforces, and everyone runs like Angron is coming to get them." As he stepped inside the room, something felt off now. It was like someone was watching him intently.
The technician looked around the room, and it was still devoid of anyone or anything. "Huh, that's weird." Harlin coughed a little as he pulled out the auspex and started looking around again for that power draw, and saw it was gone now. "Figured, just a bunch of leeches." Although Harlin kept wondering how exactly were they drawing that much power from before? As he looked around the room, he noticed that it was rather dark in here. Harlin pulled out his flashlight and used the illumination to look around a little further. There were signs of people inside this room, but he couldn't tell the size of the group. Not that it mattered, Harlin figured the situation had resolved itself for now.
He was diligent enough to look around the room one last time and then spotted something that seemed utterly out of place. He almost didn't believe what he saw, "Hmm, is that what I think it is?" Harlin muttered aloud as he approached and saw what looked to be a flower of all things. Picking it up, it was indeed a real flower and not one of those plastic ones.
"Huh, how did it...?" He brought it up to his nose to smell it. There was a vanilla-like fragrance to it, and it reminded him of a woman he meant while stationed on the Hadrix logistical station near some forgettable warzone. Harlin remembered that she had a beautiful smile and green hair. Of course, the next time he saw her, she had pink hair. And the time after that, it was pure white—something about being a Tzeentch worshiper perhaps. They used to spend time together playing puzzles, and she always had a riddle that Harlin could never figure out, but he still enjoyed trying to solve them. Harlin remembered thinking that he might have been in love then, but he knew his family wouldn't approve of it. Better to find someone that was a Star Father worshiper. Although, Harlin never did find someone like her ever again.
He didn't know why, but he felt incredibly happy right now, practically giddy even.
And for that same reason, he felt content to leave this place now. He looked around one last time and still felt a pair of eyes on him. Perhaps that was a sign that the technician needed to leave. Whatever created this flower might not have been just some homeless or Heretek, but maybe a rogue psyker or perhaps even a daemon. But, they didn't seem focused on trying to kill him. And they also left him something that made him feel quite, well, alive.
"Whose ever here, you might want to leave." He called out suddenly, "If I was able to find you, someone else might as well. Just a word of warning." Harlin remarked before he walked up the scaffolding to leave this building. He held the flower in his hand the entire time.
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"Was that necessary?" Ridcully asked Isha after the random heretic left the room, "Anyone of us could've killed him within a second."
The Goddess of Life nodded, "That is true, but the man held no ire or hatred towards what he thought to be people in this room. There will be enough killing down the line, so I rather try not to spill as much blood. Besides, he did attempt to warn us."
"He's corrupted, my Lady." Areatha gently reminded the goddess, "And while his heart might not be filled with ill intentions, his body and soul are linked to Chaos. In the end, killing him might have been gentler mercy."
The Ancient One spoke up now, "The Four will be here soon. We must move." He gestured towards the White Lion to start looking for any possible sign of the daemons approaching.
Ridcully shook his head and threw up his hands, "Whatever, but don't expect the next local to be so friendly or lazy as this guy." The Blind Seer warned before he quickly worked out their next path. This minor detour was needed because it was the best path without attracting too much attention. Unfortunately, the group learned that Isha inadvertently absorbed power from nearby sources. Likely part of some emergency regeneration that she had when there wasn't any organic life around. But, electricity was still natural energy in most ways.
"It was a nice gesture," Areatha remarked to Isha, "It's nice to meet someone without an alternative motive, unlike some people." Why did Ridcully feel that was a remark towards Frederick? "Plus, he did give us a good piece of information. If someone like him can find us, it won't be long before everyone else will."
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As Harlin got in his car and drove off, unaware of what was going to be occurring in that district in the next thirty minutes, he thought about what he was doing with his life. Whatever happened inside that room, made him remember what it was like to be alive. And not in that Slaaneshi bullshit way, but alive in the human sense.
He wondered what would happen to him, to the rest of the planet, to the entire galaxy even once the Grand Ritual completed. And Harlin realized that at this moment, he didn't want to be some specialist on-call for someone else's bullshit. Maybe it was time for something different. "Fuck it," He muttered to himself as he grabbed the vox-mic and activated it, "This is Unit Seven, job completed. It looks like it was nothing."
Once again, the servitor answered, "Confirmed Unit Seven. We have a new job for you."
"Yeah, about that," Harlin remarked flatly, "I'm quitting as of today. I'll drop the vehicle off, get my last paycheck, and take off. Tell Mr. Bogdin he's a puss-filled sack of shit. I'm sure he'll take it as a compliment, but yeah. Fuck him. Harlin out." He didn't bother waiting for a response as he turned the vox-caster off. As he drove, he felt a moment of happiness well up in his chest. And Harlin thought about maybe going to Cindia's place and asking her out to dinner. The no jobless technician didn't notice the flower starting to die and wilt, but he'd be okay with that, it had done whatever job it had set out to do.
"Huh, I guess today wasn't a dull day after all." He smiled, even if Cadia itself would burn, he'd at least die with a smile on his face.
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@Durin Sometimes even a man whose soul is owned by the devil can still experience joy provided by an angel. Anyway, this is one of that moment where the Dream Team is aware that it's possible that they can be found with a sufficiently dedicated piece of technology and that their activities are going to be noticed soon enough (but that was a given)
Contrary to popular belief, Cadia could be a very dull place. Even under the reign of the Despoiler, there were just some years where nothing happened. The Grand Ritual might have been in effect across the galaxy, and waves upon waves of immaterium energies rolled across the very foundations of reality, for many people live simply continued onward. Someone still had to do all the boring jobs that a servitor couldn't achieve, even if the Dark Mechanicum tried their hardest to make a semi-decent monotask servitor. And yes, no one trusted slaves to do these jobs either.
So that leads to men and women needing to still get up in the morning to do their part. It was thankless, sometimes quite dangerous work, but someone had to do it. For one Harlin Yarbid, an electrical adept, he was one of those people. The Eye of Terror might have been pulsating, the armies of Cadia moving about in preparation, and the stars themselves battled, but for the little people like him, Harlin's biggest concern was getting to his next job.
"Fucking cultists," He muttered to himself as he honked the horn to his car. There were cultists in the streets, chanting and singing praises to the dark gods. It wasn't like Harlin didn't want to join them. He came from a family of devout Star Father worshipers, but while Harlin was fine working his ass off for the greater good, he liked to have a tad more flexibility in his scheduling. So, while most of the Black Imperium not directly involved in the Grand Ritual was celebrating and worshiping out in the open, guys like him still had their day jobs. His bosses considered his position as part of an "essential" service, but Harlin suspected his overseer didn't like him because he was a dirty Nurgle worshiper.
"Can't come into work because of the sudden religious holiday? Asshole." Harlin muttered again as he kept driving. His current worksite was in the former Dragoon District of the old Olympia Kasr. Gods, he hated places like this, where you could still see the scarring from the war against the Imperials all those centuries ago. It was a reminder of dark times, something Harlin didn't like to think about anymore. His family was descendants of traitor PDF on Cadia, meaning they likely fought and killed in places like this for years.
He grabbed the old and rusted vox-caster mic in his car, "Breaker-break, Unit Seven reporting; I'm approaching the worksite. Any idea what I'm dealing with here?" Harlin hated these "unidentified circumstances" jobs. Anyone that thought Cadia was safe was a fool. There were mutants, runaway slaves, chem-whores, cannibals, rogue servitors, giant rats, and all sorts of nasty shit running around where no one was looking. And here in a bombed-out Kasr district while the Grand Ritual was happening? Well, Harlin brought his trusted six-shooter and a stub SMG for this job.
And yes, Harlin still considered this a dull affair. Just because he brought weapons with him, didn't change the fact it was still a tedious job, and there was a chance nothing would even happen. More often than not, he'd stopped a few fights by showing the pistol off and shouting at whoever approached. They were dangerous, but they were also cowardly.
"Unit Seven, stand-by for instructions." The servitor, on the other end, spoke up now, "Unit Seven, please be advised. There are massive power fluctuations in Industrial Area Zeta-09-77, location listed as "Chimeria Parts Facility-09" You are tasked with reviewing and repair any damaged related infrastructure and power systems. Confirm compliance?"
Harlin rolled his eyes, "Compliance confirmed," He lowered the mic, "Piece of shit servitor." They didn't even give him the courtesy of having an actual human on the other line. Char was out on holiday as well, so he couldn't joke around with him. And Cindia was out as well, which meant he couldn't flirt with her over the vox. "This fucking sucks," Harlin muttered as he pulled the vehicle into an empty parking lot.
After securing the vehicle, because carjackers were a problem around here, and holstering his weapons, he finally grabbed his tool-box and multi-tool. Harlin had almost 15 years of on the job experience, and he recognized that while he was quite useful, Harlin was also so far below on the ladder that he was a wage slave. Now, he admitted that it was better than being an Imperial of old. And Harlin understands his place in the Star Fathers' plan. But that didn't change the fact that he felt like his years were slipping by now. He almost 40 for Dark Gods' sake, and he had nothing to show for it.
As he walked up the rusted scaffolding, making sure to watch his step since this place was practically a bombed-out building, he found himself idly thinking about maybe doing something a little different. As Harlin performed his initial diagnostic, he imagined himself maybe telling his boss that he wanted a promotion or maybe asking Cindia out on a date. It helped him pass the time as the technician did spot significant power fluctuations and incredibly strange electromagnetic interference.
"Hmm, that's odd." Harlin frowned as he noticed what seemed to be a strange taste on the air, it was, strangely enough, minty? The technician licked his lips, and his tongue was detecting ozone as well. Deciding that he might have been dealing with a possible bio-hazard, Harlin pulled out of his tool-box a worn respirator and his most prized possession: a very old handheld auspex. He had won it in a game of cards almost ten years ago from a Heretek at one of the company gambling dens. The machine spirit inside it was still active, which meant that it worked about fifty percent of the time. However, when it did work, it seemed to detect things that even a brand-new auspex wouldn't be able to pick up. This thing made his job a lot easier when it worked mind you.
"Okay, what do we got here?" He muttered to himself as he activated the auspex, and his eyes slowly widen as he saw the readings, "The fuck?" It seemed as if there was a massive power-draining upon this section. And it unlike anything this auspex had recorded before in its entire existence of scanning things. Harlin smacked the side of the machine, but it didn't seem to do anything to change the energy readings he was getting now.
Harlin gave a very angry sigh, "For fuck's sake, can't I get a pass today?" This was likely going to be a tremendous job just finding the damn energy drain, let alone trying to fix it. He might have to call for Heretek assistance as well, which in itself was going to be a nightmare. They never wanted to send people out for minor tasks like this, even when it was their gods' damn profession. Did he do something piss off the Changer of Ways? Probably, but he doubted a Chaos God gave too much of a shit about some peon like Harlin.
Deciding the best course of action was to try and locate the trail of this energy drain, Harlin followed the auspex scan as dutifully as possible. He couldn't imagine that it had been going on for too long, it was noticed by someone about an hour and a half ago. So, at the very least, no one important was going to be calling Harlin's company up about this power drain, at least not yet.
There was some luck, though. The scanner seemed to indicate the epicenter of the power drain was close by now. And Harlin frowned as the scanner led the technician to some abandoned storage facility. That meant only one thing; someone was attempting to harvest power illegally. "Great, probably a minor Heretek or maybe some homeless trying to watch something related to the Grand Ritual on their stolen pict-screens." It was very typically. There was always someone thinking they could undermine the Despoilers' government regulations.
But as he approached the outside of the storage facility, he could make out strange voices coming from the inside of it. 'Probably some people with augmented voices or something.' Harlin rolled his eyes as he practically stomped his way to the door. However, something stopped him from just barging inside. "Okay, hold on," Harlin told himself as he calmed his breathing and considered the prospects of what might happen next.
It wasn't the prospect of possibly getting into a fight with these people that concerned him. Harlin did have plenty of combat experience during his time in the Black Legions auxiliary corps, but rather he just wasn't interested in making this into a bigger deal than it had to be. At this point, Harlin just wanted to end the day so he could be miserable off the clock.
"No reason to start any stupid shit, I'll just bang on the door and give them a heads up that I'm coming in and armed, and they'll scatter like rad-roaches." He did smile a little as he figured he could have a little fun with this shit. Pulling out his six-shooter, Harlin banged the handle against the door to the storage facility. After a few bangs, the people in the other room went completely silent.
"This is Sergeant Yarbid of the Cadian Enforcer Corps," Harlin yelled to the people in the other room, "We have the place surrounded! You have ten seconds to vacate the premises peacefully!" It was so stupid, but it was hilarious. He knew whoever was on the other side probably had an escape route or two, and the Enforcers never gave anyone ten seconds to come out peacefully. The Enforces tended to shoot and ask questions never. "One, two, three," Harlin started counting down as he kept banging on the door with his pistol. The damn thing probably wasn't even locked.
And after about another ten seconds, he stopped banging, and there was absolute silence on the other end. Harlin opened the door, and there was no one there, what a surprise. "Hah!" He laughed out loud, "You mention the Enforces, and everyone runs like Angron is coming to get them." As he stepped inside the room, something felt off now. It was like someone was watching him intently.
The technician looked around the room, and it was still devoid of anyone or anything. "Huh, that's weird." Harlin coughed a little as he pulled out the auspex and started looking around again for that power draw, and saw it was gone now. "Figured, just a bunch of leeches." Although Harlin kept wondering how exactly were they drawing that much power from before? As he looked around the room, he noticed that it was rather dark in here. Harlin pulled out his flashlight and used the illumination to look around a little further. There were signs of people inside this room, but he couldn't tell the size of the group. Not that it mattered, Harlin figured the situation had resolved itself for now.
He was diligent enough to look around the room one last time and then spotted something that seemed utterly out of place. He almost didn't believe what he saw, "Hmm, is that what I think it is?" Harlin muttered aloud as he approached and saw what looked to be a flower of all things. Picking it up, it was indeed a real flower and not one of those plastic ones.
"Huh, how did it...?" He brought it up to his nose to smell it. There was a vanilla-like fragrance to it, and it reminded him of a woman he meant while stationed on the Hadrix logistical station near some forgettable warzone. Harlin remembered that she had a beautiful smile and green hair. Of course, the next time he saw her, she had pink hair. And the time after that, it was pure white—something about being a Tzeentch worshiper perhaps. They used to spend time together playing puzzles, and she always had a riddle that Harlin could never figure out, but he still enjoyed trying to solve them. Harlin remembered thinking that he might have been in love then, but he knew his family wouldn't approve of it. Better to find someone that was a Star Father worshiper. Although, Harlin never did find someone like her ever again.
He didn't know why, but he felt incredibly happy right now, practically giddy even.
And for that same reason, he felt content to leave this place now. He looked around one last time and still felt a pair of eyes on him. Perhaps that was a sign that the technician needed to leave. Whatever created this flower might not have been just some homeless or Heretek, but maybe a rogue psyker or perhaps even a daemon. But, they didn't seem focused on trying to kill him. And they also left him something that made him feel quite, well, alive.
"Whose ever here, you might want to leave." He called out suddenly, "If I was able to find you, someone else might as well. Just a word of warning." Harlin remarked before he walked up the scaffolding to leave this building. He held the flower in his hand the entire time.
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"Was that necessary?" Ridcully asked Isha after the random heretic left the room, "Anyone of us could've killed him within a second."
The Goddess of Life nodded, "That is true, but the man held no ire or hatred towards what he thought to be people in this room. There will be enough killing down the line, so I rather try not to spill as much blood. Besides, he did attempt to warn us."
"He's corrupted, my Lady." Areatha gently reminded the goddess, "And while his heart might not be filled with ill intentions, his body and soul are linked to Chaos. In the end, killing him might have been gentler mercy."
The Ancient One spoke up now, "The Four will be here soon. We must move." He gestured towards the White Lion to start looking for any possible sign of the daemons approaching.
Ridcully shook his head and threw up his hands, "Whatever, but don't expect the next local to be so friendly or lazy as this guy." The Blind Seer warned before he quickly worked out their next path. This minor detour was needed because it was the best path without attracting too much attention. Unfortunately, the group learned that Isha inadvertently absorbed power from nearby sources. Likely part of some emergency regeneration that she had when there wasn't any organic life around. But, electricity was still natural energy in most ways.
"It was a nice gesture," Areatha remarked to Isha, "It's nice to meet someone without an alternative motive, unlike some people." Why did Ridcully feel that was a remark towards Frederick? "Plus, he did give us a good piece of information. If someone like him can find us, it won't be long before everyone else will."
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As Harlin got in his car and drove off, unaware of what was going to be occurring in that district in the next thirty minutes, he thought about what he was doing with his life. Whatever happened inside that room, made him remember what it was like to be alive. And not in that Slaaneshi bullshit way, but alive in the human sense.
He wondered what would happen to him, to the rest of the planet, to the entire galaxy even once the Grand Ritual completed. And Harlin realized that at this moment, he didn't want to be some specialist on-call for someone else's bullshit. Maybe it was time for something different. "Fuck it," He muttered to himself as he grabbed the vox-mic and activated it, "This is Unit Seven, job completed. It looks like it was nothing."
Once again, the servitor answered, "Confirmed Unit Seven. We have a new job for you."
"Yeah, about that," Harlin remarked flatly, "I'm quitting as of today. I'll drop the vehicle off, get my last paycheck, and take off. Tell Mr. Bogdin he's a puss-filled sack of shit. I'm sure he'll take it as a compliment, but yeah. Fuck him. Harlin out." He didn't bother waiting for a response as he turned the vox-caster off. As he drove, he felt a moment of happiness well up in his chest. And Harlin thought about maybe going to Cindia's place and asking her out to dinner. The no jobless technician didn't notice the flower starting to die and wilt, but he'd be okay with that, it had done whatever job it had set out to do.
"Huh, I guess today wasn't a dull day after all." He smiled, even if Cadia itself would burn, he'd at least die with a smile on his face.
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@Durin Sometimes even a man whose soul is owned by the devil can still experience joy provided by an angel. Anyway, this is one of that moment where the Dream Team is aware that it's possible that they can be found with a sufficiently dedicated piece of technology and that their activities are going to be noticed soon enough (but that was a given)
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So the next part is tomorrow and should be either the last or second to last post of the Heist yes? Looking at the Grand Ritual of Chaos it was supposed to take a decade of sacrificing 32 Gods before the last year did the Exalted Greater Daemons and Warpstorms. I pretty sure most of said gods are dead by now but seeing how at least Ilfeliare was still around long enough to get rescued maybe a few more can be saved as well. Given how long wars take in 40K and how funky time is in the Warp I would not be surprised if each turn if a year or more inverse. Of each Grand Ritual site Tzeentch is doing the best. He handily beat both the Orks and Nurgle the first round and on the second while Nurgle rolled high on him the warning came through so he's pulling out while the Orks got crushed. Unless the Orks roll a last minute stomp his site may make it to the end unharmed. The other three have one win and one loss so are more in the air. Khorne got spanked at first but turned it around, Slaneesh had it hand till the Null Fields edged over him, and Tjapa was having a hard fought victory till the Dragon took notice and drew off his forces. Khorne and Slaneesh could teeter either way but Tjapa has Malice itching to plant a dagger in his back at the worst possible moment. I don't see him having a good day with the Dragon and Malice drawing off much needed troops while the Coalition drives for his heart. Nurgle is just absolutely fucked and the biggest loser three times over. He failed to fuck up Tzeentch's site, we busted out Isha, and his Grand Ritual that needed all the forces it could get lost both rolls allowing the Ynnari to reach Illiferae before she is sacrificed. He may lose so hard if the rolls go against him the rest of the updates he'll struggle to hold on to his spot as a Great God of Chaos and definitely be the weakest for a long time after.
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Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
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- Dancing on wires!
Nah, my money's still on Ahriman.
OH GOD DAD HUMOUR
Nah this isn't going to knock him from great god, we'd have to get him off his domains for that.
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- Back in Cali
doesn't mean Magnus won't use Ahriman to become the god instead,
A Bloody Parade
A Bloody Parade
Long live the Imperium the Domain of Chaos and abbadon the WarMaster, True Champion of Chaos. Maker of Chains. Breaker of Saints, and master of thousand titles.Today of glory to the gods he is in Cadia,s capital Hive, on his capital world to hold a ceremony. Billions of mortals will be Sacrificed, Tens of Thousands of marines wait to be Sacrificed, even The cursed Eldar wait to be sacrificed for the GODS on Cadia.
In the Capital HIve there is a Macabre Parade of blood and devotion. First comes Honor duels and Hunts are held for Khorne. Followed by a presentation of Armored Vehicles Spreading smoke and disease loving from Nurgle. Tzeentchian Sorcerers make a presentation of illusions and Feats of Magic to wow crowds, Slaanessh Cultist Impale themselves as signs of devotion to their god. While locked step Guardsmen march in the parade with each being the same. Their god is looking at them through their own eyes. This is a Devotion to the gods for the ages to mark this glorious day.For today Chaos shall change the Galaxy. Across the Galaxy brother of Chaos come together to Celebrate this Victory for chaos.
Suddenly things change on cadia as if something powerful has come there. The Worshippers of Nurgle go crazy and start to trample on everyone or anything in their way. Binding Holding Demons of Nurgle come apart as Plague Bearer and worse come out killing everything in their way. Warp Portals start to open up as Sorcerers of Nurgle grab anything near them to sacrifice. The Planet can Feel the Presence of Nurgle eyes as Multiple Exalted come to Cadia. Someone screams ' they are here to kill the War Master' And Pandemonium breaks out.
Berserkers start to kill anyone they can, fighting for blood and glory to Khorne. Slaanesh Space marine appear from portals coming to test their mettle against others. The Legions of the Abomination march in step laying covering fire and advancing. Tzeentchian Sorcerers leave only for Demons to appear on the planet as Tzeeentch appears to stop Nurgle's plot against the war master. Across the planet groups break out those fighting for Nurgle, those fighting for the War master and those fighting because they can.In spaceships open up fire on each other and Bombard hives as declarations against Abbaadon are made. It is pure chaos and the gods Laugh.
The planet is then rocked by mulitple continents destroying explosions killing . In space an explosion in the middle of the fleet happens, making a whole in the planetary defenses large enough for a fleet to get through. Then unexpectedly an army of Lions appeared and began to slaughter the crews of the ships in orbit not destroyed. As the Captured mortal and Space Marine are brought aboard the Spirit of Vengeance they fan out trying to get on others ship so they can escape. Some to ram them into chaos ship others into Cadia. Still more to try to flee.
Aboard the Vengeful Spirit a long term plan gets enacted as 3 Blood Angels carry a Statue that takes every bit of their will to fight against a Statue of Sanguinius that is special. They fight across the ship and board a thunder Hawk. as they start to flee the system they See the Strangest thing. A giant lion with an eldar, a girl, a lizard, a Ghost and a Green something on its back coming toward them.
@Durin a short omake on how I think the Mass bombing on this day would go.Also I want to see if we can save a primarch
Long live the Imperium the Domain of Chaos and abbadon the WarMaster, True Champion of Chaos. Maker of Chains. Breaker of Saints, and master of thousand titles.Today of glory to the gods he is in Cadia,s capital Hive, on his capital world to hold a ceremony. Billions of mortals will be Sacrificed, Tens of Thousands of marines wait to be Sacrificed, even The cursed Eldar wait to be sacrificed for the GODS on Cadia.
In the Capital HIve there is a Macabre Parade of blood and devotion. First comes Honor duels and Hunts are held for Khorne. Followed by a presentation of Armored Vehicles Spreading smoke and disease loving from Nurgle. Tzeentchian Sorcerers make a presentation of illusions and Feats of Magic to wow crowds, Slaanessh Cultist Impale themselves as signs of devotion to their god. While locked step Guardsmen march in the parade with each being the same. Their god is looking at them through their own eyes. This is a Devotion to the gods for the ages to mark this glorious day.For today Chaos shall change the Galaxy. Across the Galaxy brother of Chaos come together to Celebrate this Victory for chaos.
Suddenly things change on cadia as if something powerful has come there. The Worshippers of Nurgle go crazy and start to trample on everyone or anything in their way. Binding Holding Demons of Nurgle come apart as Plague Bearer and worse come out killing everything in their way. Warp Portals start to open up as Sorcerers of Nurgle grab anything near them to sacrifice. The Planet can Feel the Presence of Nurgle eyes as Multiple Exalted come to Cadia. Someone screams ' they are here to kill the War Master' And Pandemonium breaks out.
Berserkers start to kill anyone they can, fighting for blood and glory to Khorne. Slaanesh Space marine appear from portals coming to test their mettle against others. The Legions of the Abomination march in step laying covering fire and advancing. Tzeentchian Sorcerers leave only for Demons to appear on the planet as Tzeeentch appears to stop Nurgle's plot against the war master. Across the planet groups break out those fighting for Nurgle, those fighting for the War master and those fighting because they can.In spaceships open up fire on each other and Bombard hives as declarations against Abbaadon are made. It is pure chaos and the gods Laugh.
The planet is then rocked by mulitple continents destroying explosions killing . In space an explosion in the middle of the fleet happens, making a whole in the planetary defenses large enough for a fleet to get through. Then unexpectedly an army of Lions appeared and began to slaughter the crews of the ships in orbit not destroyed. As the Captured mortal and Space Marine are brought aboard the Spirit of Vengeance they fan out trying to get on others ship so they can escape. Some to ram them into chaos ship others into Cadia. Still more to try to flee.
Aboard the Vengeful Spirit a long term plan gets enacted as 3 Blood Angels carry a Statue that takes every bit of their will to fight against a Statue of Sanguinius that is special. They fight across the ship and board a thunder Hawk. as they start to flee the system they See the Strangest thing. A giant lion with an eldar, a girl, a lizard, a Ghost and a Green something on its back coming toward them.
@Durin a short omake on how I think the Mass bombing on this day would go.Also I want to see if we can save a primarch
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- The United States
I loved this! It gave us a good look at what it's for a common person living on a chaos tainted world. Despite the clearly dystopian undertones, the life of Harlin was still definitely relatable.
Although it may be propaganda, I think it's interesting that life on some of the Dark Imperium's planets is actually better than it was during the true Imperium's time.
It's also nice to see that the taint of chaos doesn't automatically make people super hyper evil. It's curious to think that life on a chaos world has the potential of being apocalyptically bad as long as you as you avoid going to the other end of the chaotic spectrum with murder and sacrifice and the like.
Great work!
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
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- Dancing on wires!
You know I just can't help laugh at the idea of them getting picked up and the lion bitching about stowaways
Better than the worst of the Old Imperium is a really low bar to clear even fro Chaos.
Now we just need some omakes to help out the Krork.
I'm going to try something, but I'll need to consider options.
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- Back in Cali
Orks coming from behind on the Blood God's forces. Maybe the desperation of the Kork draws the orks to them as part of stronger buried programming that hasn't activated until they truly needed it.
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- United states
This seems like something that people should remember. While normally the Chaos Gods may try to do their best to kill the AO their still in the middle of the ritual designed to give them pretty big boosts so they likely won't see killing one guy as worth risking it. Especially since they are already dealing with other major problems at the moment. Not to mention that them being busy may mean that they won't even notice one particular guy and it may even take some time for someone to send a message to the other Chaos gods and by then we may already be gone.
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
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- Dancing on wires!
Asked in Discord, ordinarily the instant the AO steps into one of their domains a chaos god would instantly know and alert the others.
Due to the ritual this is delayed to just about instantly and the chance of them not sending forces balances on a dice roll.
They would do almost literally anything to kill him and have the emotional control of literal toddlers.
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- United states
Did Nurgle get a good look at the AO? Also how long would it take to find out that our heroes landed on Cadia? Would HWWO's having transcendent intrigue make it harder to find where he went?
Also here's hoping that we would be rolling for each individual god when deciding if they would send forces.
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- Australia
I'm curious how the Dragon is capable of breaking its chains. They were after all made with the purpose of not being broken by the Dragon, so it must've acquired some resource beyond itself to do the job. Maybe he's using an Archangyl sword as a file? The chains would've been made to withstand attacks by a material entity, not a warp entity, so this'd be a weakness.
If I had to guess, she probably has portal powers on account of previously being a door, plus a whole lot of resilience.
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Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
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- Dancing on wires!
He doesn't need a good look, all the Exalted and most of the honoured know the AO by sight, on account of all of them surviving him shoving his spear up their cloaca's at least once. Even then they're so familiar with him and he's so anti chaos that it doesn't matter he's instantly recognisable.
There's a reason him appearing alone was enough to make an exalted piss itself.
And probably instantly we're right out side the eye of terror on the capital of Abaddon, with Isha on HWWO's freaking back, whose about as subtle at the moment as a sticking a lit light bulb in someone's eye.
So maybe, but probably not.
That or its just flexing using null zones and the chains have been weakening for a very long time.
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
- Location
- Dancing on wires!
Checked in Discord, Abs removed the pylons long ago.
Presumably, he's found an alternative method of stabilisation.
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- Australia
What awful rolls it must've been for both given that they would've had bonuses, especially the Coalition.