The Lost Primarch Quest
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So Mat faces off with the Deamon Prince while Slayer mulches the hordes of Deamons and Bloodthristers.
Is that what you're implying?
Nicholas Brooks
Redeemer and Destroyer
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Most likely, yes. Maticus has a +180 when his enemies are Chaos, and his traits are very good for duels, like how you need to roll 50 above him in order to wound him the first time. With him and DS together, their combined bonus skyrockets. Not to mention that having 2 Daemonsbanes causes the enemy to suffer a -20 malus instead of a -10 from just 1 Daemonsbane.
I don't think it'll be as clean cut as that. More likely it'll be Maticus and the Slayer together against the Daemon Prince and his posse, all fighting at once, rather than cleanly dividing tasks for the fight.
Okay then.
And considering Slayer's Tier 3 Deamonsbane ability that Deamon Prince is gonna have it even worse aren't they?
Nicholas Brooks
Redeemer and Destroyer
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- United States
Probably. Though I think the fact that both Maticus and Doom Slayer are being sent to fight him instead of just one speaks of how the guy is likely no pushover.
As much as I deride the forces of chaos as daemon diddlers a deamon prince is dangerous enough (to everyone including it's own side) that despite my preference I'm not gonna argue too hard to skimp on reinforcements.
The difference between deamon princes and normal deamons is that they used to be someone dangerous enough that chaos felt they deserved special attention. They might still have a few slivers of self awareness or genuine competency in there somewhere.
The difference between deamon princes and normal deamons is that they used to be someone dangerous enough that chaos felt they deserved special attention. They might still have a few slivers of self awareness or genuine competency in there somewhere.
The Eldritch Shadow | Ky'zutar: Master of Concepts and Herald of the Arkifane | Relics of the Hearld of the Arkifane (mostly canon for all three)
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Wrote a couple of omakes for the world that Auro and Baldur are being sent to handle. One on the world itself and one on its lord.
The Engine churned, a construction of materials unbound by reality and drenched in the heartblood of daemons. Forged upon an anvil of souls, hammered into shape by the might of Chaos eternal. An Engine given form of terrible power and nature, one reflecting all that it had been forged of. Now it remains a silent and eternal monument to evil, upon the world, the prized possession of a daemon prince of chaos.
Its influence reaches across the world, twisting everything to the ends of Chaos, bending everything towards what it truly was. For it was only half a step removed from Evil, but it was not in full, Eldritch afterall was ever more confusing than mere Evil could ever be. Time and space mattered not to the influence of Eldritch, impossible secrets were easy, simple knowledge became impossible.
It was the final remenant of the species of this world, those that were the first to suffer the immitation of Chaos by the hands of humanity. The Pattern Screamer fell upon the world with unending strife and horror, all consumed by its nature and forced to obey its dictates, but there was ever a hope and through deals struck in haste and uncaring of the cost, Vashtorr of the Forge of Souls took an interest in the world of mundane evil and industry.
He gave to the falling species a design holding the nuclues of a daemon god waiting to be, one that was connected so very deeply to the Eldritch that it paved the way for the machine to churn into life. The Eldritch Engine came to life with that last spark, a mountain of corrupted metals and wiring, with horrific runes blazing upon all its non sensible dimensional structures, all around a cage holding the unborn shard. Its roots sunk deep into the heart of the world, reaching outward across the world to bring a pall of the Eldritch over all within its domain.
Yet, even it was not enough to halt the Pattern Screamer, for the works of men were not so easily bested at their apex and so the species wrote more pacts.
Bargining their future against the needs of the now, to gain expertise from the Forge of Souls, to understand the concepts needed to succor their people agianst the assault of the Screamer. This second set of pacts revealed to them the core of Shadow, that which was Shadow the all obscuring darkness, that which could hide anything from anything else. From a shard of Be'lakor's own might stolen from him in one of the countless wars of Chaos, it was invested into the pacts written in blood and signed in souls.
From this shard the first Engine of Shadow came to be, it was a primitive and weak thing compared to the glory of the engine that Vashtorr provided in his own right. Forged by mortal hands as it was, but it was enough to bring safety to a region and so more were built in the image of the first.
For a time this sufficed, the Shadows covered the world, and the Screamer fell silent, but it adapted in the arbitray physics of the world, it began to infect the very Shadows that gave refugee to the species below. In desperation the people turned to the first Engine that which made physics unmorred and malleable, the engine that corrupted all aspects of reality, the Engine Eldritch and merged it with the first of the Shadow Engines the one that contained the shard of Be'lakor's might.
Together the engines combined, merging Concepts together as could only be expected from divine artifce such as the first Engine. Vastorr took his price for their blasphemy as expected, but it was a small price to pay against survial of species. From the Shadow and Eldritch Engines merging the Penumbral Eldritch Engine came to be. All other Engines of Shadow became bound to the influence of the Eldritch even as the shadows writhed with madness of an Eldritch sort. The very fundamental aspects such as numbers, distance and time became affected by Eldritch nature and ceased to matter upon the world under the eternal shroud.
The world fell into an ever changing cycle as the Shadow Nexi shifted in number and location. Always remaining within the numbers claimed by Chaos, but the effects and nature of the world shifting as the Nexi shifted. On the times when 5 Nexi blocked the light from the void above, the influence of technology was felt, machines acted faster, were produced faster and all became more efficient. It was perhaps the most beneficial of the numbers, yet as with everything it weakened the shroud and the Scream could breech the darkness.
When 6 Nexi obscured the light, the shadows became alive with illusions and wonders impossible, a perfect embrace of darkness where nought but darkness could be seen. Distance ceased to matter and time folded upon itself in manifold directions. It was a time of Chaos as everything lost what little sense it held.
7 Nexi held back the light and brought with them stability, the influence of Madness and the Eldrich waned. Stability would come to the world, impossible events frozen or undone, shadows becoming just Shadows rather than Eldritch Shadows. It was a time of relaxation for the people of the world.
When 8 are present the Shadows thunder with warhorns and weapons bleed into existance caked in blood. Weapons seek to bleed their foes and the world itself forces fights to achieve, an eternal war descends upon the world as time twists to ensure that all remain alive and bleed fiercely from their wounds without end.
If 9 Nexi dot the world then all sense leaves as chaos rules, the nature of the world becomes entirely unknown, secrets that would have taken eons to discover might take moments or ideas that would be a single thought away take an eon to ponder. Terrain falls asunder as the influence of the Eldritch is felt upon everything at its deepest core until nothing but the Eldritch remains as Shadow becomes structure and physical.
The Scream could not be defeated it was found, the Eldritch Shadows became host to it in time and the world died slowly and painfully, last ditch efforts tried in vain to survive in some form. The final being a grand sacrifice to transmute the species into a daemon of Chaos, a prince of power that held the first Engine as their symbol of power. Ky'zutar came to be in that moment, born from the lifeblood of a species funneled through the Engine of Eldritch and Shadow power, the seed of the daemon held within and the shard of eternal shadow consumed to fuel its ascension.
Yet, the world remained touched by the efforts of those that strived to preserve their lives. Madness and genius so often share the same coin, only made more clear by the influence of Eldritch upon the world. Nexi of Shadows could not banish the darkness of the Pattern Screaming eternally within, but some thought that perhaps Light could burn away the infection. Their work upon the Engines of Shadow done in secret, but without success for they were soon discovered by the whispers of daemons that watched the world and saw the blasphemy being preformed.
Dragged to the sacrifical alters, they were among the first to have their souls and blood fed to the Penumbral Eldritch Engine to begin the churning and forging of the daemon prince to be. Yet, their labors remained untouched for who would know or even believe that those that followed the whims of Chaos would ever seek the Light that so oft burns those of darkness. A madness without equal indeed, and so it was not considered by even the mad of the world, their work considered to be mundane attempts to remove the Engines of Shadow.
In the end it matters not for they were fed to the Core Engine and the rest followed. As the Engine churned ever on, the souls within being combined and alloyed together into a conceptual alloy, Ky'zutar came to be, a daemon born of a species, pure of those flaws so endemic to those of chaos a proper herald of Vashtorr.
Now uncountable eons later, the world is silent, a shadow cloaked grave with daemons all that remain, tending to the Nexi even now, held firm by pacts held now by Ky'zutar for eternity. Upon the Engine does the prince of the world sit in state for all of time, a momument of darkness and unchanging nature the final protector of the Engine forged by Vashtorr's own hands. A Favored of the Forge of Souls and one of the most prolific innovators and masters of the conceptual arts, already they look beyond their current station to the ranks of the Honored preparing plans to ensure their coming ascendance through consumption of other daemons.
Vashtorr is their liege and their pacts are firm, infighting within the Forge was not tolerated and so they stared beyond to the rest of Chaos and had chosen Tzeentch as their target. The weakest of the four greater gods of Chaos, the one with the fewest yet remaining masters of power and, the closest links to Eldritch and Shadow.
As the daemon prince plots, the Engine churns ever onward, its relentless grinding of systems never halting even when it should. Its understanding that of the daemon prince to whom it is bond, but different for it sees things in an impossible form even for a daemon prince of madness and eldritch nature.
Its avatar a formless mass of twisting shadow looks beyond the world and sees an army coming. The cursed Light comes with them, it sees even now how the leader of the force shall wield Light itself as a weapon against Shadow. Preparing countless rituals to ensure that never would they be outmatched, but the Engine sees it all and scoffs for it knows that it and its master shall not fall, they will survive and beat back this incursion.
It also sees that the one that shall carry the Light, will bring forth Time and Death upon the world, as weapons born from rituals and mastery of Concepts. Within the shadow of the coming Hero, lies the yet uncompleted Trinity of Time, Death and Undying, a concept that it knows and does not know. Fear trickles into its nature as it beholds the truth that he whom comes shall know what it truly is and wonders in its own way if the Shadow Nexi will truly bar the way to its heart against this force.
In the end it discards that consideration for it is Eldritch and Shadow and nothing can breach its sanctuary or harm its master.
Its influence reaches across the world, twisting everything to the ends of Chaos, bending everything towards what it truly was. For it was only half a step removed from Evil, but it was not in full, Eldritch afterall was ever more confusing than mere Evil could ever be. Time and space mattered not to the influence of Eldritch, impossible secrets were easy, simple knowledge became impossible.
It was the final remenant of the species of this world, those that were the first to suffer the immitation of Chaos by the hands of humanity. The Pattern Screamer fell upon the world with unending strife and horror, all consumed by its nature and forced to obey its dictates, but there was ever a hope and through deals struck in haste and uncaring of the cost, Vashtorr of the Forge of Souls took an interest in the world of mundane evil and industry.
He gave to the falling species a design holding the nuclues of a daemon god waiting to be, one that was connected so very deeply to the Eldritch that it paved the way for the machine to churn into life. The Eldritch Engine came to life with that last spark, a mountain of corrupted metals and wiring, with horrific runes blazing upon all its non sensible dimensional structures, all around a cage holding the unborn shard. Its roots sunk deep into the heart of the world, reaching outward across the world to bring a pall of the Eldritch over all within its domain.
Yet, even it was not enough to halt the Pattern Screamer, for the works of men were not so easily bested at their apex and so the species wrote more pacts.
Bargining their future against the needs of the now, to gain expertise from the Forge of Souls, to understand the concepts needed to succor their people agianst the assault of the Screamer. This second set of pacts revealed to them the core of Shadow, that which was Shadow the all obscuring darkness, that which could hide anything from anything else. From a shard of Be'lakor's own might stolen from him in one of the countless wars of Chaos, it was invested into the pacts written in blood and signed in souls.
From this shard the first Engine of Shadow came to be, it was a primitive and weak thing compared to the glory of the engine that Vashtorr provided in his own right. Forged by mortal hands as it was, but it was enough to bring safety to a region and so more were built in the image of the first.
For a time this sufficed, the Shadows covered the world, and the Screamer fell silent, but it adapted in the arbitray physics of the world, it began to infect the very Shadows that gave refugee to the species below. In desperation the people turned to the first Engine that which made physics unmorred and malleable, the engine that corrupted all aspects of reality, the Engine Eldritch and merged it with the first of the Shadow Engines the one that contained the shard of Be'lakor's might.
Together the engines combined, merging Concepts together as could only be expected from divine artifce such as the first Engine. Vastorr took his price for their blasphemy as expected, but it was a small price to pay against survial of species. From the Shadow and Eldritch Engines merging the Penumbral Eldritch Engine came to be. All other Engines of Shadow became bound to the influence of the Eldritch even as the shadows writhed with madness of an Eldritch sort. The very fundamental aspects such as numbers, distance and time became affected by Eldritch nature and ceased to matter upon the world under the eternal shroud.
The world fell into an ever changing cycle as the Shadow Nexi shifted in number and location. Always remaining within the numbers claimed by Chaos, but the effects and nature of the world shifting as the Nexi shifted. On the times when 5 Nexi blocked the light from the void above, the influence of technology was felt, machines acted faster, were produced faster and all became more efficient. It was perhaps the most beneficial of the numbers, yet as with everything it weakened the shroud and the Scream could breech the darkness.
When 6 Nexi obscured the light, the shadows became alive with illusions and wonders impossible, a perfect embrace of darkness where nought but darkness could be seen. Distance ceased to matter and time folded upon itself in manifold directions. It was a time of Chaos as everything lost what little sense it held.
7 Nexi held back the light and brought with them stability, the influence of Madness and the Eldrich waned. Stability would come to the world, impossible events frozen or undone, shadows becoming just Shadows rather than Eldritch Shadows. It was a time of relaxation for the people of the world.
When 8 are present the Shadows thunder with warhorns and weapons bleed into existance caked in blood. Weapons seek to bleed their foes and the world itself forces fights to achieve, an eternal war descends upon the world as time twists to ensure that all remain alive and bleed fiercely from their wounds without end.
If 9 Nexi dot the world then all sense leaves as chaos rules, the nature of the world becomes entirely unknown, secrets that would have taken eons to discover might take moments or ideas that would be a single thought away take an eon to ponder. Terrain falls asunder as the influence of the Eldritch is felt upon everything at its deepest core until nothing but the Eldritch remains as Shadow becomes structure and physical.
The Scream could not be defeated it was found, the Eldritch Shadows became host to it in time and the world died slowly and painfully, last ditch efforts tried in vain to survive in some form. The final being a grand sacrifice to transmute the species into a daemon of Chaos, a prince of power that held the first Engine as their symbol of power. Ky'zutar came to be in that moment, born from the lifeblood of a species funneled through the Engine of Eldritch and Shadow power, the seed of the daemon held within and the shard of eternal shadow consumed to fuel its ascension.
Yet, the world remained touched by the efforts of those that strived to preserve their lives. Madness and genius so often share the same coin, only made more clear by the influence of Eldritch upon the world. Nexi of Shadows could not banish the darkness of the Pattern Screaming eternally within, but some thought that perhaps Light could burn away the infection. Their work upon the Engines of Shadow done in secret, but without success for they were soon discovered by the whispers of daemons that watched the world and saw the blasphemy being preformed.
Dragged to the sacrifical alters, they were among the first to have their souls and blood fed to the Penumbral Eldritch Engine to begin the churning and forging of the daemon prince to be. Yet, their labors remained untouched for who would know or even believe that those that followed the whims of Chaos would ever seek the Light that so oft burns those of darkness. A madness without equal indeed, and so it was not considered by even the mad of the world, their work considered to be mundane attempts to remove the Engines of Shadow.
In the end it matters not for they were fed to the Core Engine and the rest followed. As the Engine churned ever on, the souls within being combined and alloyed together into a conceptual alloy, Ky'zutar came to be, a daemon born of a species, pure of those flaws so endemic to those of chaos a proper herald of Vashtorr.
Now uncountable eons later, the world is silent, a shadow cloaked grave with daemons all that remain, tending to the Nexi even now, held firm by pacts held now by Ky'zutar for eternity. Upon the Engine does the prince of the world sit in state for all of time, a momument of darkness and unchanging nature the final protector of the Engine forged by Vashtorr's own hands. A Favored of the Forge of Souls and one of the most prolific innovators and masters of the conceptual arts, already they look beyond their current station to the ranks of the Honored preparing plans to ensure their coming ascendance through consumption of other daemons.
Vashtorr is their liege and their pacts are firm, infighting within the Forge was not tolerated and so they stared beyond to the rest of Chaos and had chosen Tzeentch as their target. The weakest of the four greater gods of Chaos, the one with the fewest yet remaining masters of power and, the closest links to Eldritch and Shadow.
As the daemon prince plots, the Engine churns ever onward, its relentless grinding of systems never halting even when it should. Its understanding that of the daemon prince to whom it is bond, but different for it sees things in an impossible form even for a daemon prince of madness and eldritch nature.
Its avatar a formless mass of twisting shadow looks beyond the world and sees an army coming. The cursed Light comes with them, it sees even now how the leader of the force shall wield Light itself as a weapon against Shadow. Preparing countless rituals to ensure that never would they be outmatched, but the Engine sees it all and scoffs for it knows that it and its master shall not fall, they will survive and beat back this incursion.
It also sees that the one that shall carry the Light, will bring forth Time and Death upon the world, as weapons born from rituals and mastery of Concepts. Within the shadow of the coming Hero, lies the yet uncompleted Trinity of Time, Death and Undying, a concept that it knows and does not know. Fear trickles into its nature as it beholds the truth that he whom comes shall know what it truly is and wonders in its own way if the Shadow Nexi will truly bar the way to its heart against this force.
In the end it discards that consideration for it is Eldritch and Shadow and nothing can breach its sanctuary or harm its master.
Ky'zutar frowned with their ever changing head as they peered into the Eldritch Gaze, one of their many projects undertaken over the eons. A primitive telescope but one that saw those that the mortals called Heroes, those rare few that could perhaps matter to the legions of Chaos. They were generally targets for corruption of the other gods, but for them and Vashtorr they were a far more interesting event as the Concept of The Hero was something interesting as it was a self contained duality.
If they could determine how to construct a Hero Engine, much favor and souls would flow into the Forge and would amost certaintly elevate them to the ranks of Honored and Vashtorr above Be'lakor and the others of that rank. In recent times the power balance had shifted in an untenable fashion, Kharneth had recently spiked in danger. His legions increasing in lethality as they adapted for the first time in eons beyond count, moving from packs of roving warriors to regimented soldiers and the best of their number exceeding their previous limits.
Without a counterbalance, Kharneth would claim the Forge of Souls, Lord Vashtorr had seen this in their calculations and set them the task of finding a counterbalance to the risk. A conceptual Engine would be the best course of action for them to undertake and so they had turned back to their old eternal project, making a Heroic Engine.
It was difficult for one to parse what a Hero was, it was in short a dual concept merged into one. A Hero could not exist without a Villian. But at the same time anyone can be a Hero and anyone can be a Villian. Mortal Heroes rise Empires by casting down nations, torture others to further their own ends, and act in many ways as Villians would. However, they were Heroes to their side.
The Astartes of the Imperium an example of perfect nature for this duality to be seen, by all accounts they are villains and tyrants of the highest order, Villians in all but name to almost the entire history of humanity and the cultures most promient within the most sophisticated nations. Yet, at the same time they were Heroes to the Immaterial, their actions reverberate far beyond their natural limits, their influence felt far further and stronger, the very nature of causality breaks down around them, all the signs of Heroes.
It is the nature of Heroes to slay Villains, that is an axiom of the concept. But what defines whom a Hero is and what a Villian is thats the problem at hand. If only they could solve that paradox, the Engine could be constructed and the Forge of Souls would be safe from Kharneth's wrath and hunger for battle.
Ky'zutar considered as they examined the oncoming Hero, the aura of purity around them potent if not yet at the point where it would start altering the currents of the warp. Conceptual designs known to primitive races as Runes dotted their armor, they noted it seemed to be a bastardization of Purity as the primary one, an interestingly strange version of Light was also notable. Of course that wasn't all, but it was all they could read at this far removed, once the Hero reached closer it would be more visible.
"It is a shame that I am cast as the villian in this play, its so rare that I get to greet new individuals that are interesting." Ky'zutar spoke his words of liquid shadow that seeped through the land, but in their heart it was the honest truth for the Forge of Souls was far more stable than other domains of Chaos. "It would stand to reason that this is a member of the Eternal Wardens or at least I believe that to be their title. Currently, the timeflow is in the cycle of 8 flow 5, an unoptimal status to be in during the entry into battle. I can not alter this flow at this junction, nor can I exert over much force on the Shadows if I wish to remain veiled, weaken the shadow veil at the furtherest nexus from the others to entice landing there. Hopefully this Hero will prove to not be the typical bore that is so common among mortals."
The folder of papers of shadow on the nature of Heroes flew into their hands as they flipped through to the reference pages and began to examine the aura around the oncoming Hero against their previous examinations. It was a fairly novel method of identifying Heroes first pioneered by Great Conspirator in the creation of novel daemons against a specific foe. Intended to enable a daemon to understand the Hero's actions before it is done through the examination of their Heroic aura. Of course unlike the Great Changer, Ky'zutar had far less to work with but their past mastery would serve them well in this regard as they peered at the aura of the Hero coming for them.
"Hmmm, definitely a magic aspect to it, in fact its extremely dominate. Psyker I believe humanity calls those that can wield the Immaterial. Touched by Time and Death, interesting, very interesting. Oh, whats this? A sword of Time and Death held together without eating itself? Ah, you have become very interesting Hero." Muttering as they flicked through a tome of all Concepts and pairings they had discovered until they found it, "Nechronal, an unstable and dangerously exotic conceptual pairing even for a daemon. I wonder if perhaps we could make a deal Hero."
Before shaking their head, dismissing that idea, there would be no way to corrupt them into signing a deal or holding too it. Vashtorr was clear in their edicts and one of those was that the deals of the Forge were honest and not the lies of the rest of Chaos. Of course, it would depend on the Hero, but then the corner of the telescope noticed another Hero, wearing the same colors and primitive conceptual engravings, but of a vastly different aura.
Meshing their fingers together Ky'zutar pondered it and came to the conclusion that they did not know what the aura of this Hero meant. However, that was only a superior discovery, having more samples of Heroic Auras would enable them to move closer to the creation of the Heroic Forge. Checking the timeflow noting that it had not changed from 8 into 5, they frowned as the risk grew with 2 Heroes coming against them.
Most daemons of the Forge would simply retreat, but they couldn't bound as they were to this world and the Engine, the idea of forming a Deal returned as the risk became greater. Before dismissing it again, until they could met the Heroes directly it would remain solidly in the background consideration.
Examining the rest of the forces with more care, they quickly noticed the signs of a Titan Legion oncoming with the two Heroes. Not a major concern in all honestly, the Titans would be matched by their Shadow Titans with ease afterall.
Ky'zutar frowned deeper as they turned towards a large device that was forged of clear silver untouched by corruption and actived it revealing the interior of a workshop, the heart of the Forge of Souls and where memos could be delievered to Vashtorr the Arkifane himself. With quick motions the memo was written and delivered, as Ky'zatur turned back to the world that was their's and began rising the forces from the shadows.
Ritual conduits were exchanged to counter mass assults, shields were erected against orbital assault, and more esoteric forces were brought to bear to hamper the effects of the 8 fold Nexi. They would have preferred to start in 5 and flow into either 9 or 6, but they will make do with what it is. Though the fact that the predicted third flow was 9 was a burden removed from their shoulders.
With the basic forces brought to order and the infrastructure restored as much as possible, the special forces was needed. The unknown Hero could not be countered directly, but the odds of them being a potent combatant could be most likely dismissed due to their unknown nature and as such instead of calling forth a legion of master duelists, from the shadows stalked a legion of assassins without compare. Next came a legion dedicate to countering ritual efforts and magic in general, their influence would most likely amount to nothing, but each Nexi could support one unit and with only five units soon to be, the options were limited.
The Shadow Titans that arose were far more costly requiring the investment of 2 Nexi to maintain stability, leaving only one last slot for use. Thinking hard on the option, Ky'zutar decided to call forth a legion of shadowy engineers and crafters which will take most advantage of the effects of the 5 fold time and also support the other Shadow Legions.
If they could determine how to construct a Hero Engine, much favor and souls would flow into the Forge and would amost certaintly elevate them to the ranks of Honored and Vashtorr above Be'lakor and the others of that rank. In recent times the power balance had shifted in an untenable fashion, Kharneth had recently spiked in danger. His legions increasing in lethality as they adapted for the first time in eons beyond count, moving from packs of roving warriors to regimented soldiers and the best of their number exceeding their previous limits.
Without a counterbalance, Kharneth would claim the Forge of Souls, Lord Vashtorr had seen this in their calculations and set them the task of finding a counterbalance to the risk. A conceptual Engine would be the best course of action for them to undertake and so they had turned back to their old eternal project, making a Heroic Engine.
It was difficult for one to parse what a Hero was, it was in short a dual concept merged into one. A Hero could not exist without a Villian. But at the same time anyone can be a Hero and anyone can be a Villian. Mortal Heroes rise Empires by casting down nations, torture others to further their own ends, and act in many ways as Villians would. However, they were Heroes to their side.
The Astartes of the Imperium an example of perfect nature for this duality to be seen, by all accounts they are villains and tyrants of the highest order, Villians in all but name to almost the entire history of humanity and the cultures most promient within the most sophisticated nations. Yet, at the same time they were Heroes to the Immaterial, their actions reverberate far beyond their natural limits, their influence felt far further and stronger, the very nature of causality breaks down around them, all the signs of Heroes.
It is the nature of Heroes to slay Villains, that is an axiom of the concept. But what defines whom a Hero is and what a Villian is thats the problem at hand. If only they could solve that paradox, the Engine could be constructed and the Forge of Souls would be safe from Kharneth's wrath and hunger for battle.
Ky'zutar considered as they examined the oncoming Hero, the aura of purity around them potent if not yet at the point where it would start altering the currents of the warp. Conceptual designs known to primitive races as Runes dotted their armor, they noted it seemed to be a bastardization of Purity as the primary one, an interestingly strange version of Light was also notable. Of course that wasn't all, but it was all they could read at this far removed, once the Hero reached closer it would be more visible.
"It is a shame that I am cast as the villian in this play, its so rare that I get to greet new individuals that are interesting." Ky'zutar spoke his words of liquid shadow that seeped through the land, but in their heart it was the honest truth for the Forge of Souls was far more stable than other domains of Chaos. "It would stand to reason that this is a member of the Eternal Wardens or at least I believe that to be their title. Currently, the timeflow is in the cycle of 8 flow 5, an unoptimal status to be in during the entry into battle. I can not alter this flow at this junction, nor can I exert over much force on the Shadows if I wish to remain veiled, weaken the shadow veil at the furtherest nexus from the others to entice landing there. Hopefully this Hero will prove to not be the typical bore that is so common among mortals."
The folder of papers of shadow on the nature of Heroes flew into their hands as they flipped through to the reference pages and began to examine the aura around the oncoming Hero against their previous examinations. It was a fairly novel method of identifying Heroes first pioneered by Great Conspirator in the creation of novel daemons against a specific foe. Intended to enable a daemon to understand the Hero's actions before it is done through the examination of their Heroic aura. Of course unlike the Great Changer, Ky'zutar had far less to work with but their past mastery would serve them well in this regard as they peered at the aura of the Hero coming for them.
"Hmmm, definitely a magic aspect to it, in fact its extremely dominate. Psyker I believe humanity calls those that can wield the Immaterial. Touched by Time and Death, interesting, very interesting. Oh, whats this? A sword of Time and Death held together without eating itself? Ah, you have become very interesting Hero." Muttering as they flicked through a tome of all Concepts and pairings they had discovered until they found it, "Nechronal, an unstable and dangerously exotic conceptual pairing even for a daemon. I wonder if perhaps we could make a deal Hero."
Before shaking their head, dismissing that idea, there would be no way to corrupt them into signing a deal or holding too it. Vashtorr was clear in their edicts and one of those was that the deals of the Forge were honest and not the lies of the rest of Chaos. Of course, it would depend on the Hero, but then the corner of the telescope noticed another Hero, wearing the same colors and primitive conceptual engravings, but of a vastly different aura.
Meshing their fingers together Ky'zutar pondered it and came to the conclusion that they did not know what the aura of this Hero meant. However, that was only a superior discovery, having more samples of Heroic Auras would enable them to move closer to the creation of the Heroic Forge. Checking the timeflow noting that it had not changed from 8 into 5, they frowned as the risk grew with 2 Heroes coming against them.
Most daemons of the Forge would simply retreat, but they couldn't bound as they were to this world and the Engine, the idea of forming a Deal returned as the risk became greater. Before dismissing it again, until they could met the Heroes directly it would remain solidly in the background consideration.
Examining the rest of the forces with more care, they quickly noticed the signs of a Titan Legion oncoming with the two Heroes. Not a major concern in all honestly, the Titans would be matched by their Shadow Titans with ease afterall.
Ky'zutar frowned deeper as they turned towards a large device that was forged of clear silver untouched by corruption and actived it revealing the interior of a workshop, the heart of the Forge of Souls and where memos could be delievered to Vashtorr the Arkifane himself. With quick motions the memo was written and delivered, as Ky'zatur turned back to the world that was their's and began rising the forces from the shadows.
Ritual conduits were exchanged to counter mass assults, shields were erected against orbital assault, and more esoteric forces were brought to bear to hamper the effects of the 8 fold Nexi. They would have preferred to start in 5 and flow into either 9 or 6, but they will make do with what it is. Though the fact that the predicted third flow was 9 was a burden removed from their shoulders.
With the basic forces brought to order and the infrastructure restored as much as possible, the special forces was needed. The unknown Hero could not be countered directly, but the odds of them being a potent combatant could be most likely dismissed due to their unknown nature and as such instead of calling forth a legion of master duelists, from the shadows stalked a legion of assassins without compare. Next came a legion dedicate to countering ritual efforts and magic in general, their influence would most likely amount to nothing, but each Nexi could support one unit and with only five units soon to be, the options were limited.
The Shadow Titans that arose were far more costly requiring the investment of 2 Nexi to maintain stability, leaving only one last slot for use. Thinking hard on the option, Ky'zutar decided to call forth a legion of shadowy engineers and crafters which will take most advantage of the effects of the 5 fold time and also support the other Shadow Legions.
The Shadow Vaults of Ky'zutar are second only to the Engine itself in value to the devil of the world. A grand prison of Shadow and Eldritch that at times protected or restrained various items of interest to the lord of the world, the Herald of the Arkifane. There were an impossible to know number of vaults, not even the Herald themselves knew the true number for not even the master of the Eldritch could so easily ignore its influence.
Yet, some were known and those were among the greatest weapons or foes that might yet exist upon the world of Shadow and Eldritch nature. From works crafted by their own hands, to relics of the Forge of Souls bought over the eons, to wonders authored by the culture that would one day give rise to Ky'zutar and even the remaining cores of Daemons born not of Chaos to be studied and emulated in time.
The Relics of Shadow are manifold, but only four stood out among the wealth that Ky'zutar the Herald of the Arkifane had amassed over the eons.
First among their number was the Shadow Strider, a walker that was built from Shadows and could walk between pools of darkness and it struck with the fury of madness eternal. Upon nine legs it walked the world, barely under the control of any save its profane intellect that was only loosely bound to the lord of the world. Its weapons able to sunder all in its path, and yet to all the greatest feat it was capable of was to walk through darkness to reach its target no matter the distance provided it could reach through the shadows of the world. Yet, its greatest strength was its greatest weakness, for outside of the Shadows its power would fail and death would soon claim it.
Even with the failure of its nature, both Vashtorr and Ky'zutar viewed it as a marginal success with duplicates soon to follow, already taking shape within the Forges deeper reaches where none could interfere with the Arkifane's work. In only a few eons it shall join the legions of the Forge in mass.
Second among the greatest four relics held within the vaults of Shadow are the Shadow Rifles, each a mastework of the species that would one day birth Ky'zutar. A miniture Engine of Shadow within, too limited to become a Nexi, but powerful enough to inbue into grains of metal the very touch of Shadow to strike true and fast. A limited supply unlike many weapons where the Shadows could ever supply the needs of the Legions of Darkness, but each was worth their limitation. A single strike would consume the soul of the one affected in Shadow, drenching it in the power of the Herald and ensure that proper reverance would be given.
Only one hundred of these weapons yet exist, from a paltry ten thousand originally, but wear and tear has claimed many and way has claimed many more. Yet, as battle approches that promises to be worse than all others so far mastered, the vault is opened and the Assassins of Shadow are given the weapons to bring low the Heroes that lead the crusade. The Shadows quickly learn the ways of the weapons and the 100 chosen slip into the shadows awaiting their designated prey to arrive so that their new weapons might claim champions for Master Ky'zutar.
Third among the number was a new addition to the vaults, an Engine forged from Shadow and Light, balancing the opposing concepts against each other. A Shadow pure of corruption was merged with the shard of Light harvested from a Daemon of Illumiation that had been claimed by the servants of Ky'zutar. It waited for final touches to become infused with the power of Chaos, yet for now its darkened radiance remains pure of corruption. With only faint tendrils having embedded themselves deep into its structure, but still able to be removed with effort and time if one had but the skill.
It has not been released for battle for within it lingers hatred against the lies of Chaos and a hatred for all that has sought to prevert the Concept so close to itself. But in the end the Eclipse Gauntlet will serve.
The final of the 4 relics of the Vaults are the Reality Anchors, another creation of the now long dead race. Designed from Clockwork when placed the influence of the Eldrich wanes as reality is forced to stability around them. It is a rare event when the master seeks one of their number, but in the coming fight stability has been decreed as viable and so the vault has been opened and the five Anchors removed for placement in time. A double edge sword that will aid both sides in different manners and will only be used when calculations indicate that they shall be used, but perhaps the greatest weapon they hold is to hinder Heroes and enforce failure upon those strange beings.
It was no absolute influence, but flaws that would have been ignored would come to light in the worst way for all that claimed the title of Hero, but Ky'zutar smiled with their formless visage for they would never be near the Anchor and so it would not impact them but it would their foes.
Yet deeper within the Vaults there languish thousands of daemons from all the gods of chaos and other lesser known groups. Yet within all their depths only a single daemon of Greater power remained within chains, a daemon of Mercy born long ago by the ways that mortal races counted time.
Of the form of a fair female Aeldari, with robes and a simple dagger at her hand, but bound with chains of darkness and cruelty to her cell. Chained here for countless eons by the warp's count and thousands by the lands beyond. Born when a Craftworld came to a world beset by pleasure cultists that gave them no choice but to either leave or give the people of the world a mercy kill and so the admiral of the craftworld with a heavy heart did just that. In a single instance the world died and all the people of the world were spared the horrors that the dark kin would have inflicted upon them.
From this event did arise the daemon of mercy, and into the warp she drifted for a time learning and growing from a lesser daemon into a Greater over the course of centuries. But, the Arkifane had heard tales of the merciful daemon in the warp and was intrigued by the nature of a daemon so at odds with the current era and so they sent their forces to capture the daemon and bring it to Ky'zutar whom was the best to decode the conceptual framework and determine how best to pervert it to their own ends, for if Good could be corrupted then all of Chaos would be ensured their victory eternal.
Misery had choked the daemon for eons, the ever burning spikes that tore into her flesh seeking to unravel that which made her what she is, unending. A torment designed to torture one born and of the concept that she was, denied the chance to give Mercy to others constantly. Yet, now she looks towards the celling and worries for she can feel the oncoming armies that will need Mercy but will find none here.
Far from the depths where daemons languish in cages of shadow, lie the rooms where mortal forces live for a time before the Pattern creams them all to insanity. It is a temporary posting to be sure for all that come die shortly after their arrival, but Ky'zutar always ensures that they have mortal hands to assist them with various issues that the Shadow Legions can not handle on their own. For all their power and skill the legions of Shadow are not as universally useful as firm mortal flesh in certain cases and so Ky'zutar spends much of their resources to ensure that the Arkifane supplies them with skilled helpers.
Currently the rooms are occupied by a handful of Astartes corrupted over time brought to this place through bargains that have since fallen through. All of them dead men walking, their bodies and minds infected with the Pattern and soon their last gasps will be seen and a new order shall be sent to bring forth a new shipment of mortal flesh. Until then however, they have fallen into line around one of the handful of Wardens that have fallen to Chaos, but they are all but dead, the wounds inflicted unhealed due to failures to uphold their bargains.
Of course as the army comes closer they have been roused to fight by the order of the master and in turn will strive to inflict the greatest wounds that they can before being cut down by either the Pattern or the forces that have come to the world. The Warden looks into the distance and wonders which of the Legion's champions comes for them, unsure of those that arrive from their new Master.
The final part of the Shadow Vaults holds not legendary relics, or daemons or even mortals that have found their way to the world, but instead items of various natures. From eldar soulstones, to squat armors to mundane tomes of lore on various subjects anything can be found within these rooms, barely guarded and almost open to the world.
Yet, even in this place one can find true wonders if their minds are greater than most in Ky'zutar's experience. The designs of the Engines of Shadow could be found with ease if one wandered the halls of these Vaults for a time, a creation of mortal hands, but guided by daemons through the process. However, it does remain true that one if they understood the designs would learn much of the nature of Shadow and even the Engines in general.
However, perhaps the truest prize was the full contract between this world and the Arkifane the original version held in a location of honor. All fifty five five hundred fifty five pages of it written in blood and soul, signed by all the members of the species and against the signature lay the sigil of the Arkifane himself. A monument to the integrity of the Forge and the ruler of it, and also a contract that spells out clearly what the laws and restrictions and all particulars of the contract was without ambiguity.
It was how the people of the world knew that they would pay a price when they conjoined the Engine the Arkifane provided for them with the Engine of Shadow of their own creation. It was how they knew to bargain for the creation of Ky'zutar. In the end it was both salvation and damnation for the species and yet out of some lingering memories next to it lay tomes of history of the world prior to the fall of the Scream and the people that called it home.
The final tomes of value within this place would be the collected notes of Ky'zutar themself for when they put aside their work it finds its way into the holding of this region of the Vaults and any could read it if they so chose.
Yet, some were known and those were among the greatest weapons or foes that might yet exist upon the world of Shadow and Eldritch nature. From works crafted by their own hands, to relics of the Forge of Souls bought over the eons, to wonders authored by the culture that would one day give rise to Ky'zutar and even the remaining cores of Daemons born not of Chaos to be studied and emulated in time.
The Relics of Shadow are manifold, but only four stood out among the wealth that Ky'zutar the Herald of the Arkifane had amassed over the eons.
First among their number was the Shadow Strider, a walker that was built from Shadows and could walk between pools of darkness and it struck with the fury of madness eternal. Upon nine legs it walked the world, barely under the control of any save its profane intellect that was only loosely bound to the lord of the world. Its weapons able to sunder all in its path, and yet to all the greatest feat it was capable of was to walk through darkness to reach its target no matter the distance provided it could reach through the shadows of the world. Yet, its greatest strength was its greatest weakness, for outside of the Shadows its power would fail and death would soon claim it.
Even with the failure of its nature, both Vashtorr and Ky'zutar viewed it as a marginal success with duplicates soon to follow, already taking shape within the Forges deeper reaches where none could interfere with the Arkifane's work. In only a few eons it shall join the legions of the Forge in mass.
Second among the greatest four relics held within the vaults of Shadow are the Shadow Rifles, each a mastework of the species that would one day birth Ky'zutar. A miniture Engine of Shadow within, too limited to become a Nexi, but powerful enough to inbue into grains of metal the very touch of Shadow to strike true and fast. A limited supply unlike many weapons where the Shadows could ever supply the needs of the Legions of Darkness, but each was worth their limitation. A single strike would consume the soul of the one affected in Shadow, drenching it in the power of the Herald and ensure that proper reverance would be given.
Only one hundred of these weapons yet exist, from a paltry ten thousand originally, but wear and tear has claimed many and way has claimed many more. Yet, as battle approches that promises to be worse than all others so far mastered, the vault is opened and the Assassins of Shadow are given the weapons to bring low the Heroes that lead the crusade. The Shadows quickly learn the ways of the weapons and the 100 chosen slip into the shadows awaiting their designated prey to arrive so that their new weapons might claim champions for Master Ky'zutar.
Third among the number was a new addition to the vaults, an Engine forged from Shadow and Light, balancing the opposing concepts against each other. A Shadow pure of corruption was merged with the shard of Light harvested from a Daemon of Illumiation that had been claimed by the servants of Ky'zutar. It waited for final touches to become infused with the power of Chaos, yet for now its darkened radiance remains pure of corruption. With only faint tendrils having embedded themselves deep into its structure, but still able to be removed with effort and time if one had but the skill.
It has not been released for battle for within it lingers hatred against the lies of Chaos and a hatred for all that has sought to prevert the Concept so close to itself. But in the end the Eclipse Gauntlet will serve.
The final of the 4 relics of the Vaults are the Reality Anchors, another creation of the now long dead race. Designed from Clockwork when placed the influence of the Eldrich wanes as reality is forced to stability around them. It is a rare event when the master seeks one of their number, but in the coming fight stability has been decreed as viable and so the vault has been opened and the five Anchors removed for placement in time. A double edge sword that will aid both sides in different manners and will only be used when calculations indicate that they shall be used, but perhaps the greatest weapon they hold is to hinder Heroes and enforce failure upon those strange beings.
It was no absolute influence, but flaws that would have been ignored would come to light in the worst way for all that claimed the title of Hero, but Ky'zutar smiled with their formless visage for they would never be near the Anchor and so it would not impact them but it would their foes.
Yet deeper within the Vaults there languish thousands of daemons from all the gods of chaos and other lesser known groups. Yet within all their depths only a single daemon of Greater power remained within chains, a daemon of Mercy born long ago by the ways that mortal races counted time.
Of the form of a fair female Aeldari, with robes and a simple dagger at her hand, but bound with chains of darkness and cruelty to her cell. Chained here for countless eons by the warp's count and thousands by the lands beyond. Born when a Craftworld came to a world beset by pleasure cultists that gave them no choice but to either leave or give the people of the world a mercy kill and so the admiral of the craftworld with a heavy heart did just that. In a single instance the world died and all the people of the world were spared the horrors that the dark kin would have inflicted upon them.
From this event did arise the daemon of mercy, and into the warp she drifted for a time learning and growing from a lesser daemon into a Greater over the course of centuries. But, the Arkifane had heard tales of the merciful daemon in the warp and was intrigued by the nature of a daemon so at odds with the current era and so they sent their forces to capture the daemon and bring it to Ky'zutar whom was the best to decode the conceptual framework and determine how best to pervert it to their own ends, for if Good could be corrupted then all of Chaos would be ensured their victory eternal.
Misery had choked the daemon for eons, the ever burning spikes that tore into her flesh seeking to unravel that which made her what she is, unending. A torment designed to torture one born and of the concept that she was, denied the chance to give Mercy to others constantly. Yet, now she looks towards the celling and worries for she can feel the oncoming armies that will need Mercy but will find none here.
Far from the depths where daemons languish in cages of shadow, lie the rooms where mortal forces live for a time before the Pattern creams them all to insanity. It is a temporary posting to be sure for all that come die shortly after their arrival, but Ky'zutar always ensures that they have mortal hands to assist them with various issues that the Shadow Legions can not handle on their own. For all their power and skill the legions of Shadow are not as universally useful as firm mortal flesh in certain cases and so Ky'zutar spends much of their resources to ensure that the Arkifane supplies them with skilled helpers.
Currently the rooms are occupied by a handful of Astartes corrupted over time brought to this place through bargains that have since fallen through. All of them dead men walking, their bodies and minds infected with the Pattern and soon their last gasps will be seen and a new order shall be sent to bring forth a new shipment of mortal flesh. Until then however, they have fallen into line around one of the handful of Wardens that have fallen to Chaos, but they are all but dead, the wounds inflicted unhealed due to failures to uphold their bargains.
Of course as the army comes closer they have been roused to fight by the order of the master and in turn will strive to inflict the greatest wounds that they can before being cut down by either the Pattern or the forces that have come to the world. The Warden looks into the distance and wonders which of the Legion's champions comes for them, unsure of those that arrive from their new Master.
The final part of the Shadow Vaults holds not legendary relics, or daemons or even mortals that have found their way to the world, but instead items of various natures. From eldar soulstones, to squat armors to mundane tomes of lore on various subjects anything can be found within these rooms, barely guarded and almost open to the world.
Yet, even in this place one can find true wonders if their minds are greater than most in Ky'zutar's experience. The designs of the Engines of Shadow could be found with ease if one wandered the halls of these Vaults for a time, a creation of mortal hands, but guided by daemons through the process. However, it does remain true that one if they understood the designs would learn much of the nature of Shadow and even the Engines in general.
However, perhaps the truest prize was the full contract between this world and the Arkifane the original version held in a location of honor. All fifty five five hundred fifty five pages of it written in blood and soul, signed by all the members of the species and against the signature lay the sigil of the Arkifane himself. A monument to the integrity of the Forge and the ruler of it, and also a contract that spells out clearly what the laws and restrictions and all particulars of the contract was without ambiguity.
It was how the people of the world knew that they would pay a price when they conjoined the Engine the Arkifane provided for them with the Engine of Shadow of their own creation. It was how they knew to bargain for the creation of Ky'zutar. In the end it was both salvation and damnation for the species and yet out of some lingering memories next to it lay tomes of history of the world prior to the fall of the Scream and the people that called it home.
The final tomes of value within this place would be the collected notes of Ky'zutar themself for when they put aside their work it finds its way into the holding of this region of the Vaults and any could read it if they so chose.
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Nicholas Brooks
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While to an extent that is true, Greater Daemons can also be very dangerous, particularly if they are Honored or above. The Changeling, Qaramar, Ku'Gath, Skulltaker, Manada-Sija, Sarthorael, all these are very, very dangerous Daemons who have no mortal origin whatsoever. Skulltaker alone would beat Kesar to a pulp in a 1v1 rn.
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The Battle of Three Stars wasn't for any Daemon Princes either. These guys very much aren't getting by on pure power
So Nicholas, why did you make the other choices in your idea plan?
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I'll go through it one by one if you don't mind.
Tzeentchians being left time to plot is always a bad idea so this has got to be dealt with now. Oriacarius is a spectacular admiral. 10000 Astartes because I have faith that Ori will not need more, the Khalsa because that'll allow Ori to be more effective if he chooses to take the field himself, Assassins because Ori knows best how to use them, Vigilance because this is a naval battle, and Hektor because... well we've gotta use him for something and this was the best we could think of. He gets a +10 to his Hero roll so we may as well.
10000 Astartes because we've got 2 Heroes here so more aren't needed. Titan Legion because they're tough and will do a great job keeping Auro from being disturbed while he conducts his ritual to un-Daemon the Daemon World. Baldur is just to protect Auro. The Inverse Veil is basically a "just in case" superweapon for if the planet does something unexpected.
This is an AI with heavy fortifications. Cherished Son is for better breaking through the fleet defending the planet, Solarus is because his specialty is demolitions, which is great for anti-fortification work, Scotty can hopefully make the teleporters either work at a longer range or work at a faster rate so Solarus can teleport bombs inside the facilities, Beltran is just for pure firepower, the Iron Warriors because they can siege good and potentially set up an FOB super fast if rolls are good, and the Death Guard are there for if we manage to land and we want experts in using very destructive weapons.
Slayer because this threat was literally made for him and if he succeeds in defeating it he gets a trait automatically, Maticus because this world has a lot of melee heavyweights so Slayer needs support, Lares because he's Maticus' aide and pupil and boosts his big bro's rolls, Lance, Stormbird, and Enbarr because I have nowhere else to put them.
This world has Durante and the Raven Guard as the big stars since they're gonna be sneaking in and disabling defenses and stealing research notes. Abdul is for someone who can fight good, and the Space Wolves are because I think they're decent against psykers
Julian has a +5 to combat so he should be fine.
This one is a bit harder, so Aengus with his +10 to combat gets to go here with 1500 more Astartes than what Julian has. Triquetra are to potentially seal away the Warp rifts.
Frankly we need to get our money back. Aurelian is a decent commander so he'll be hunting down pirates with Wardens and Dark Angels and the Ultramarines will be looking through all the records and finding embezzlers
Because the XIIth Legion could use the help in gaining CR, and Bader needs bodyguards and assistants while he does so
This is just trying to get a new tech this turn.
This is because the IA is not happy at all and the support would hopefully counteract the loss in reputation we have from current events... and just generally making them fight in the Warpal Reefs
Does that explain everything?
Yes thanks for the clarification.
It is impressive how you made these choices taking into account everyone's traits that would make them the best options for these missions.
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Well it was developed over the course of about a month over Discord as soon as the red threats were rolled, with multiple collaborators and multiple revisions
I didn't say there were, I said it'd be worth a similar level of effort and expenditure to true kill one. Keep in mind that multiple exalted got perma-ganked. I'm saying that a competent deamon would be worth the same stress to get rid of on their own. Also yes both of the big Tzeentchians relied almost exclusively on power that fight. Though in the changeling's defense we kind of suckered him into a spot without a lot of other options, that was in fact the point of the exercise. We specifically set them up to be out of their preferred battlegrounds.
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One more detail I would like to note is that we really can't afford to leave Chaos threats alone anymore because of the Black Covenants. Since the Blood and Thunder War stole away all the Khornate daemons, U'mas would love nothing more than to have not just a Khornate Honored on his side, but a Daemon Prince as well. The competent Tzeentchians would be terrifying if they had access to higher-end resources that U'mas would be willing to provide and the Eldritch daemonworld would be a high priority for U'mas as it helps out Daemonsbane tiers for the Warden Heroes.
Essentially, anytime we choose not to fight a Chaos threat, outside forces can get a chance to step in and convince the daemons it's not worth the fight and run away, effectively losing out on easy traits and Daemonsbane tiers.
Essentially, anytime we choose not to fight a Chaos threat, outside forces can get a chance to step in and convince the daemons it's not worth the fight and run away, effectively losing out on easy traits and Daemonsbane tiers.
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Oh and as to the Makyr world, here's what the roll bonuses would look like for Doom Slayer vs a bog-standard Khornate Honored and Greater Daemon:
Doom Slayer- +166 (Combat+Anti-Daemon) +10 (Flood of Pain) = +176
Khornates- +160 (Honored Khornate) +80 (Greater Khornate) -10 Daemonsbane = +230
What's important here is that this isn't even a Daemon Prince. A normal Khornate Honored is already a threat and a Daemon Prince is going to have traits and extra intelligence on top of that monstrous bonus, and even a single other Khornate Greater just renders the fight all but unwinnable for Doom Slayer. Adding Maticus means that not only do we have much better odds in a straight up duel, but the Harlequin Mask will also allow Maticus to go undetected upon approach and counter-ambush anyone who tries to catch Doom slayer off guard such as the Black Covenant that just one update ago already came close to harming Doom Slayer.
Doom Slayer- +166 (Combat+Anti-Daemon) +10 (Flood of Pain) = +176
Khornates- +160 (Honored Khornate) +80 (Greater Khornate) -10 Daemonsbane = +230
What's important here is that this isn't even a Daemon Prince. A normal Khornate Honored is already a threat and a Daemon Prince is going to have traits and extra intelligence on top of that monstrous bonus, and even a single other Khornate Greater just renders the fight all but unwinnable for Doom Slayer. Adding Maticus means that not only do we have much better odds in a straight up duel, but the Harlequin Mask will also allow Maticus to go undetected upon approach and counter-ambush anyone who tries to catch Doom slayer off guard such as the Black Covenant that just one update ago already came close to harming Doom Slayer.
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It's rather unlikely, unlike the Wardens, they don't seek out daemons to fight.
It's possible, but Kesar and the Maelstrom Crusade set a very powerful narrative that allows Warden Heroes to very easily become Daemonsbane. Baldur having to True Death a Greater Daemon to become a Daemonsbane is laughably easy given he has something like +96 over the average Greater Daemon and his Tier 1 is only so easy because he's a Warden. For those outside the legion, Tier 1 will likely be much harder or they might even gain a different ascension path altogether like how Perturabo is ascending as the Warsmith instead of a Daemonsbane despite having truly killed Greater Daemons before.
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Eh, may as well close the vote now.
So, now I can OOC comment on the plan. This is risky, majorly so. But it isn't absurdly risky like the original. This does however require good rolls at multiple sites to avoid a disaster.
So, now I can OOC comment on the plan. This is risky, majorly so. But it isn't absurdly risky like the original. This does however require good rolls at multiple sites to avoid a disaster.