Aye, I do. I was wondering when your question was answered since, while yours had a broad stroke of things going, I thought it was the fine one to ask and considered the bonus spent, thinking to modify the question if QM deemed it too general.
Aye, I do. I was wondering when your question was answered since, while yours had a broad stroke of things going, I thought it was the fine one to ask and considered the bonus spent, thinking to modify the question if QM deemed it too general.
[X] The Ancient Spirit, Heart, and Mind
-[X] Librarians - With the warp as dangerous as it is, the Librarians have been preparing their minds and souls with increasing fervor. Visiting them would be good.
-[X] Apothecaries - Stockpiles of medical supplies are now a frequent site within the apothecaries. It would be good to visit the ones in charge of preventing casualties.
-[X] The Forge - Day in and day out the forge works as techmarines continue to build all the spare parts they can. The break they have means it'll be good to learn how they have been doing.
-[X] Dreadnoughts - As always, the Dreadnoughts continue to rest. But with the Maelstrom upcoming, they seem to have been awakening. Talking with them would be good for their soul.
This would be the last time that Kesar saw many of his sons. If the Maelstrom War fell apart, then he himself may perish alongside his sons. On the Vigilance, thousands of Astartes milled about conversing with brothers they hadn't seen in years. Already some absences were felt, such as Admiral Otto Fritzkin who had been working with the Lord of Iron more and more. By now, the mortal was a common sight within the Legion, and many turned to Aurelian who had taken his position. While still an expert admiral, the Astartes had yet to display the sheer skill of Otto or Oriacarius.
Most of the gossip, however, centered around a tournament that had been organized by Captain Oriacarius. While the First Captain was taking the time to work on some of his own projects, the news that Maticus and Doom Slayer were participating led to many of the Wardens growing excited at the prospect of meeting one of them in a duel. Solarus' presence within it also caused a stir, although once it became clear that explosives weren't allowed, many wondered how the Mad Bomber would fight.
Kesar was tempted to watch the preliminary rounds, but there was something missing. He knew his sons well, but he had yet to truly visit the spirit of his Legion. He had gotten to know Oriacarius and Maticus well, but when had he taken the time to work with the apothecaries that healed his sons, the techmarines that forged their weapons, the Librarians that delved into the warp for the sake of others, and the Dreadnoughts that had given their bodies for the sake of their brothers.
The Primarch walked through the now empty halls as the sounds of cheers faded into the background hums of the Gloriana. His footsteps echoed through the halls, the change in noise levels causing one of the Dreadnoughts to stir.
There was a time when Gabriel's slumber was filled with nightmares. Scenes where he watched his two closest brothers kill each other. Then there was a time when his rest was silent without dreams at all. With the Ritual Crusade upcoming, he found his rests shortening by the day. The lethargy that consumed him slowly dissipating as if his soul thrummed with anticipation at the battles to come.
It was rare that he was awoken by others. It happened just a dozen times over his years in a dreadnought. Each time so that his body could be properly maintained before deployment. Normally when he woke, there were techmarines nearby along with dozens of serfs. This time, he saw no one. All he heard was the rhythmic footsteps of something larger than an Astartes.
As Kesar stepped through the door, his eyes roamed over the dozens of Dreadnoughts within. Nearly all of them were resting. He wasn't surprised considering just how active they had been recently. Over the last year, he had heard from the tech priests that the machine spirits within their armor had been growing more and more active. It was a good sign, as Kesar wasn't sure how badly one of his sons would take it if he slept through the Ritual Crusade.
The Primarch's eyes caught upon one of the few Dreadnoughts who he had accidentally awakened. Carved upon their weapons was a single name 'Salem.' Across their heart was another 'Micheal.' Kesar stepped towards them as they lurched upright. "Father."
The Primarch smiled warmly as he patted the metal fist that ended the right arm. "Hello my son, I'm glad to see you're awake."
Gabriel slightly turned his head, internally cursing as the Dreadnought chassis moved along with it. Taking in the sight of his other brothers, the Warden noticed that while others were still asleep or awakening, he was the only one truly conscious for the moment. "Most of us … tend to sleep for many months at a time."
Kesar's smile fell as the reality of what it was to be a Dreadnought hit him. He wondered if perhaps he could convince Magnus to heal some of his sons, but he wasn't sure if his brother would be willing to spend that much time on the task. Even if the other Primarchs would be incredibly grateful. "If anyone blames you for that, be sure to inform me." A dark expression passed over Kesar's face at the thought of someone insulting his sons, something which did not go unnoticed by Gabriel. "Everyone in this room has given more of themselves than some companies."
A warm feeling fluttered in Gabriel's chest. He had yet to hear an unkind word from his brothers ever since he had been entombed within this metal chassis. But hearing kindness from one's gene-father gave another kind of happiness entirely. "There's not a brother in this legion that wouldn't give their lives for the betterment of mankind. Myself included."
The Daemonsbane nodded in agreement. But there was a critical difference between normal Astartes and Dreadnoughts. "Yes, but there's a difference between committing to death and actually experiencing it. It's a fate I don't think you ever want your brothers to go through."
Gabriel fell silent, as did the room around him. "It's one of the reasons I sleep less than my other brethren." His voice was melancholy as he remembered his initial months when he was drowning in despair. "After I … adapted, I chose to fight whenever I could."
Kesar furrowed his brow, he had heard of one of the Dreadnaughts being more active than most. As the name came to mind, Kesar smiled broadly. "So you're Gabriel. Oriacarius mentioned you before."
The Dreadnought in question froze up, the words sounded foreign to him and he wondered if they had truly been said. "The First Captain … mentioned me to you?"
Kesar laughed slightly, his face turning amused. "It's not surprising really. You are the most active Dreadnought after all." The Primarch leaned forward, just barely touching his son's chest. And his face turned contemplative as he remembered how it was that Gabriel was entombed. "And you personally fought with my Lost brother." Gabriel's eyes watered up. Memories that still pained him came to the forefront of his mind. Of Michael's hand in his as his sight turned black. Of watching Salem and Michael kill each other. Of himself unable to do anything to stop it. Kesar sensed his sons' feelings, and slowly wrapped his hand around his son's neck in a makeshift embrace. "You did so much more than I ever could have expected from you."
Gabriel didn't cry, and he didn't weep. He had long since shed tears for his two brothers. Instead, he made a promise to himself. That he would never forget either of them. Till the day he died, he would fight in their place. He would carry their names unto the fields of death that were to come. As Kesar stepped back from the embrace, Gabriel spoke and gave his promise. "Father … I am ready. This time I will not fall."
Kesar's expression turned serious and he shook his head somberly. "You never did my son."
As the Primarch began to leave, Gabriel spoke two words towards his retreating father's back. "...Thank you." The Dreadnought returned to his previous resting position as sleep began to return. As the darkness took him once more, he failed to notice Kesar pause by one Dreadnought in particular.
One that had only woken a total of twice in nearly three decades. Unlike his other brothers, this one had yet to learn of the Ritual Crusade to come. The Primarch reached out, letting his fingers brush off a layer of dust so thin only he could see it. A name stared back at him as Kesar silently spoke it. "Hektor."
The next stop on Kesar's wandering through the Vigilance was the Librarians. Most of them were participating in the tournament, but there were a few present when he arrived. It was a pleasant time for the Primarch, seeing what his sons had managed when it came to the warp. Often on the battlefield, it was Storm Seers taking on the more important task, so it was good to get a measure of his sons without the assistance of the White Scars.
What he found was expected. His psychic sons had grown used to acting as support for their more experienced cousins. It was a task that they had grown rather proficient at, although it was a bit disappointing to the Daemonsbane. Nonetheless, he was proud of their willpower, especially the mental defenses of the Zeta levels. Their chaplain training had proven to be a noticeable boon to the Legion, and Kesar was glad that he had taken the time to institute it.
After the initial overview, however, Kesar found himself just talking with his sons. They felt rather excited after the Primarch asked them for stories of themselves. It took hours for them to tell their stories, but in the end, the Daemonsbane felt as if he had gained a much better understanding of his sons. Then he reciprocated with stories of his own and spent nearly an hour discussing how he had grown up on Valhalla.
When the Primarch finally took his leave, the Librarians were animated and already planning on spreading the stories he had shared among the Legion. As he exited their quarters and listened to his sons, Kesar couldn't help but smile in happiness at their antics.
Walking into the Apothecarion, Kesar was surprised to see an Astartes and serf conversing. Taking care not to interrupt their conversation, Kesar waited until they seemed to be finished before making his presence known.
The serf's reaction was surprisingly subdued, although the Primarch got the impression that she was somewhat annoyed. Rikard, the Chief Apothecary, on the other hand, was far more exuberant. "Father, you grace us with your presence! Can you hold this Scout down as I explain to him why Ori delays live-fire drills?"
Kesar blinked at Rikard's words. He hadn't expected Oriacarius' description of the Chief Apothecary to be as subdued as it was. Rikard seemed twice as energetic as the First Captain had described. "I don't see why not."
Walking over to the Scout in question, Kesar frowned as he recognized the injury. If Maticus was here, he had no doubt the Warden would be having some choice words. For all of his kindness, the 3rd Captain was a stickler for rules and protocols of training. As the Scout in question realized that yes, this was in fact the Primarch of the Wardens, Rikard drew their attention. "Oh don't worry, Father isn't here to reprimand you. That's my job."
As the Chief Apothecary moved to remove the bullet within his brother's foot, his arm was lightly grabbed by the serf who glared at him, "What have I said about cleanliness?"
Rikard rolled his eyes and smirked. "Don't worry Shana, you've trained us all well." Taking a moment to pull on a pair of gloves, the Chief Apothecary seemed to be delighted in the wordplay from the serf. "Better?"
Kesar noticed the faint beginnings of an amused smile on the serf before it was suppressed by her normal facade. She made a show of looking over his gloves and face for signs of dirt, then taking the moment to do the same to him prompting an amused smile from the Primarch. "Barely, but you are still a child. Eventually, you won't need me to hold your hand."
Kesar leaned back as the two continued their discourse. Contrary to Rikard's previous words, he didn't actually need to hold down the Scout. Rather the Chief Apothecary applied anesthesia before slowly beginning surgery. "Oh I don't know about that, I like being a child. It's what Ori calls me every time we meet." Looking up from his work, Rikard glanced at Kesar. "Before I forgot, father, meet Shana. One of the oldest serfs we have, and crabby grandmother to transhuman children."
The Primarch chuckled at the introduction, then snorted at the unamused glare thrown Rikard's way by the serf. "I see that the two of you get along well."
Shana crossed her arms at the words before she introduced herself to Kesar. "For a more proper introduction Lord Primarch, the name is Shana. Oldest serf within the apothecarion and the only one here who knows how to take care of themselves." Shaking her head, she bemoaned the state she had seen some of the Wardens in. "It took me so long to stop wiping their faces when I met them."
The Primarch stepped forward, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Well, as their father. Do I meet your standards? I don't know how it would look to throw a Primarch out of the apothecarion."
Rikard giggled at the thought as he continued to remove the bullet. "Don't tempt her father, she once almost threw me out of the room. I don't know if my brothers would have stopped her or supported her."
"Now this I need to hear." Shana shook her head at the Primarch's words as she sighed good-naturedly.
"When that son of your first showed up, he never told anyone what his position was. So when I arrived and saw an unfamiliar Astartes performing surgery, I said some things." The last part of her words was said in a whisper, prompting Rikard to pause his work right after he had removed the bullet.
Humming to himself, the Chief Apothecary explained what those words were. "I believe you called me 'an infant unfit to work in an underhive clinic.' I'm still convinced you were seconds away grabbing my ear and dragging me out."
Kesar hummed to himself, imagining the mental image of Shana dragging an Astartes by the ear. "If she had, I don't think you would have shown up here again."
"I almost didn't anyway. Do you know how terrifying that was to have this old lady start berating you out of nowhere? I almost sprinted out of the room." Rikard faked a shudder as if remembering a particularly traumatic experience. "Remember father, in here, she's in charge."
Shana's glare returned, although it was clear this was one filled with amusement rather than scorn. "I seem to remember it differently."
"Maybe it's age?" Finishing up the operation, Rikard began to clean off his hands as he seemed to think. "The brain does tend to go after a certain point."
Kesar watched in amusement, as Shana seemed to consider retaliating. As expected, she did. "And which one of us knows the names of all the serfs and Astartes in the apothecarion?"
Shana barely suppressed a giggle at the words, but the sounds that came from her lips caused Kesar no small amount of joy. "And how did you remember that day Shana?"
At this, the serf smiled at the memory as she discussed it. "If my old brain can remember it right, he looked at me in shock then said 'I think I'm in love.' Then when I tried to process the stupidity that came out of your mouth, you said 'someone to scare patients when I'm not here? How I've dreamed of this day.'" Kesar openly laughed at the depiction of their meeting. The idea of it made him wish he had been there. Rikard seemed to enjoy the nostalgia as well, based on the smile on his face. The two of them continued to share stories about the Apothecarion, often with dramatically different retellings based on who spoke. It was a fun afternoon for the Primarch, and he found himself fascinated by the antics of the Chief Apothecary and serf. When he, at last, took his leave, he made a mental note to ensure that Shana received the best quality juve-nat available for serfs. Although he doubted that Rikard would have let that not be the case.
The last place Kesar visited was the forge, which was far emptier than he had hoped for. Scattered throughout were dozens of partially built war machines, with numerous explosives designed and built by Solarus carefully sectioned off from the rest. Based on their number and apparent design, it was clear that they would make for a useful asset in the war to come. But Kesar wasn't here for that. Rather he was here to converse with his sons.
Unfortunately, the Master of the Forge wasn't present. Instead, he was off at the tournament ensuring the arena was repaired quickly and didn't cause any delays. The Astartes present were the lower ranking ones that had elected to finish up their own works while the Legion was conducting the preliminary rounds.
Kesar found spending time with them to be different than all the other times he had spent with his sons. They were far more awed with him than Rikard or Gabriel. Some of them had just barely graduated from being a Scout, and their inexperience showed. The Primarch avoided trying to teach them, despite noticing several mistakes they had made. If he did, this would turn into a lesson, and he was hoping for this to be more personal.
The conversations centered around hopes and dreams. The techmarines often dreamt of creating an artifact of immense power that would compare to the works of Primarchs. Or perhaps finding a long lost piece of technology. There were clear parallels between all the Astartes present here, and Kesar found that interesting. After hours of discussions and commentary on each of his sons present, the Primarch took his leave as he headed towards the arena where the preliminaries were finishing up.
Taking his seat outside the arena, Kesar sat beside Oriacarius who had helped organize the tournament. Surprisingly, however, the First Captain's role in the matter was minor at most. Instead, it had been the work of several Captains within the Legion that had organized it.
Looking at the participants, Kesar wasn't surprised to see which of his sons had passed the preliminaries. There were Maticus and Doom Slayer of course, as well as Solarus. Several librarians were present, including Abdul, which surprised Kesar. He had taken the Astartes out of consideration for leading a kill team at Beltran's suggestion. Perhaps his faults weren't in duels but rather due to other circumstances? It was something to consider. Besides the psykers, there was also Petus of the Khalsa who had decided to enter as well.
Captain Thule, Captain Bader, Captain Hectus, and Captain Baldur were also present, although the last had created a small stir as he had been thought of as primarily a diplomat. It seems that there were more layers to the Astartes than Kesar had previously thought.
Another participant was Lares of the 3rd Company. One of Maticus' Sergeants, he had apparently displayed enough skill with a spear to get through the preliminaries. Then there was the other spear user, Captain Inzhun. It had been nearly two decades since the Astartes had been in the Wardens as he had spent the time traveling among the other Legions as a part of the Legion exchange program. Kesar looked forward to seeing how his son had grown in that time.
The last name was the most surprising one, as the Astartes in question had only graduated from the Scouts last year. Yet he still displayed enough skill with a sword and shield to make the round of 16. Looking over Oriacarius' report on him, Aengus was a prodigy displaying rapid growth in a number of fields. Inexperienced as he was, however, Kesar didn't expect him to get past Maticus as he had been unfortunate enough to match up with the 3rd Captain on the first round.
As the tournament was about to resume, Kesar considered what the winner should receive. He had an idea of the prize, namely an old version of his void shield. He could have it refurbished and stripped down for the winner of the tournament, and while it would be of lesser quality than when he had worn it, it would still be useful for the Astartes Champion.
More importantly, however, there was the idea of dueling the winner himself. Even if he would win, he could make it more challenging by dueling both finalists at once, although even that would be easy for him. Perhaps if he had Oriacarius assist as well?
Choose 1
[] Grant the winner an old version of Kesar's Sentinel Defense System. New Effect increases first wound threshold by 10 once per duel.
[] Keep the old system. Perhaps a better use will come for it.
Choose 1
[] Have Oriacarius duel the winner of the tournament
[] Have Kesar duel the winner of the tournament
[] Have Kesar duel the finalists of the tournament
[] Have Kesar duel the winner of the tournament and Oriacarius
[X] The Champion And The Commander
-[X] Grant the winner an old version of Kesar's Sentinel Defense System. New Effect increases first wound threshold by 10 once per duel.
-[X] Have Oriacarius duel the winner of the tournament
[X] The Black Swordsman And The Daemonsbane
-[X] Grant the winner an old version of Kesar's Sentinel Defense System. New Effect increases first wound threshold by 10 once per duel.
-[X] Have Kesar duel the winner of the tournament
[X] The Mightiest Sons And The Mightier Father
-[X] Grant the winner an old version of Kesar's Sentinel Defense System. New Effect increases first wound threshold by 10 once per duel.
-[X] Have Kesar duel the winner of the tournament and Oriacarius
[X] The Champion And The Commander
-[X] Grant the winner an old version of Kesar's Sentinel Defense System. New Effect increases first wound threshold by 10 once per duel.
-[X] Have Oriacarius duel the winner of the tournament
[X] The Black Swordsman And The Daemonsbane
-[X] Grant the winner an old version of Kesar's Sentinel Defense System. New Effect increases first wound threshold by 10 once per duel.
-[X] Have Kesar duel the winner of the tournament
[X] The Fighting Chance
-[X] Grant the winner an old version of Kesar's Sentinel Defense System. New Effect increases first wound threshold by 10 once per duel.
-[x] Have Kesar duel the finalists of the tournament, and Oricharius
[X] The Fighting Chance
-[X] Grant the winner an old version of Kesar's Sentinel Defense System. New Effect increases first wound threshold by 10 once per duel.
-[x] Have Kesar duel the finalists of the tournament, and Oricharius
@Daemon Hunter I would like to choose this as the question.
Owwww, the Apothecarium has the Granny and Big Babies going on there.
[x] The Fighting Chance
-[X] Grant the winner an old version of Kesar's Sentinel Defense System. New Effect increases first wound threshold by 10 once per duel.
-[x] Have Kesar duel the finalists of the tournament, and Oricharius
[X] The Fighting Chance
-[X] Grant the winner an old version of Kesar's Sentinel Defense System. New Effect increases first wound threshold by 10 once per duel.
-[x] Have Kesar duel the finalists of the tournament, and Oricharius
[X] The Champion And The Commander
-[X] Grant the winner an old version of Kesar's Sentinel Defense System. New Effect increases first wound threshold by 10 once per duel.
-[X] Have Oriacarius duel the winner of the tournament.
[X] The Black Swordsman And The Daemonsbane
-[X] Grant the winner an old version of Kesar's Sentinel Defense System. New Effect increases first wound threshold by 10 once per duel.
-[X] Have Kesar duel the winner of the tournament
There's a couple of things you could do that you probably wouldn't think about. The first would be to go up to another Primarch and bring in their sons for it. For example going to Corvus and Konrad and bringing in the Raven Guard or Night Lords. That would give you another avenue of attack and defense, although it would complicate matters a bit.
The second thing that you could do would be to write to Kelbor and ask him to send additional support. If given some concessions, then he would be able to bring another Titan Legion to the Maelstrom.
The third option would be to subordinate your Legion to the Iron Warriors. Due to the option you picked, in mos of the deployments, the Wardens and Iron Warriors are acting as allies rather than a cohesive unit. It was by design and is how you tend to perform most operations, but it would be more useful if you put your Legion under the Iron Warriors in large part due to Perturabo being in command and his Astartes synergizing well with that. There would be some complications such as removing autonomy from your heroes and units, but it would allow for a more cohesive fighting unit.
Overall, I'd say the third option would be the best choice followed by the first then second.
Hmm, that third option really is the best one to take.
By the way, I did ask about if we could ask the White Scars could follow under that umbrella.
5. He really wants to bring Khan's Legion under his command umbrella as well, although that's less so as Khan has demonstrated that he has a strategic doctrine that would synergize poorly with the Iron Warriors. However, Pert is convinced that it would be for the best if the WS were under him. Although that may be as a result of his biases in part.
The thing is, the White Scars having command conflicts / chafing at diverting from their usual modus operandi would lower their overall effectiveness with what is essentially constant, persistent distraction and low-level discontent, bringing down overall unit coherency. If Perturabo had a few years to drill everyone and get used to their idiosyncrasies sufficiently to convince them he can actually take advantage of their capabilities without removing their overall unit identity (which is, while of lesser importance, still probably a notable one for the WS given their culture), maybe subordinating Khan's legion to him would be the right play.
The only Legions I could say, out of ALL TWENTY, who could totally a completely integrate and defer to another chain of command in a seamless fashion are the Eternal Wardens (lack of ego / singular driving motive) and the Alpha Legion (would simply be another way to further a complicated plan in the end, and even open up more options since it's not like they're unused to going without credit, pretending to be a part of a greater whole, etc.)
Every other legion, literally every other one, would need time to warm up to the issue sufficiently.
Warp-engineering connecting each Legion to their Primarch, living or dead.
The sympathetic connections result in 'mutations' that are more like curses than actual genetic deviance. Like actual, literal, Bad Luck generating fields.
The intent of the Emperor was to create a mass-production unit of Heroes. Literal Heroes.
Every Astartes has the metaphysical capacity to be a legend hard-wired into their soul. Not everyone will be given the opportunity to grasp it... but even then, most do. Even if only in their final moments, they make it count.
I suppose the next question is the concepts engineered into the primarchs and their astartes. Specifically: Do they need to come from a specific individual or can they be secured through other means? I mean yes obviously the 20 were made with bits of the emperor's own concepts and that's why we can't just make more the same way, but is that essential or is there another way, possibly a slower or less potent way?
Ultimately I'm wondering if it'd be possible to create a more sustainable set of replicating transhumans, even if they wouldn't be as directly powerful as the current set up.
The Astartes and Primarchs are amazing work, but they're limited by the very conceptual connections that empower them. Their reliance on the concept of hero especially, since this seems to get weaker the more distributed it becomes.
Whether that's a unique limitation of Hero, or just a simple fact of the process, we're going to need to explore other options as the imperium continues to expand.
There seems to be a bit of confusion about who our Proto Heroes are, and what all they do. Plus, Daemon's list of Proto Hero traits and powers got corrupted, so I made this to try to help everybody out.
Alright, first up is the proto hero tracker courtesy of Xemness. Technically not an omake, but it's a great resource to discover the notable characters within the Legion, so I'm rewarding it as such. It's incredibly handy, and has been useful to me on several occasions. For your reward:
[] +10 to a roll of the GM's choice
[] Pick a proto-hero. They get a +10 to their rolls during the ritual.
[] Pick a not revealed proto-hero bonus. It is revealed.
Alright, next up we have the Baldur negaverse. And here we had the omake within an omake that I thought was quite fun. I see that the Ballad of Baldur continues once more, and he must have been truly prolific to affect 0.008% of the segmentum. Got to say that the light hearted tone was great, and for your reward:
[] +5 to a roll of the GM' choice
[] +10% to Baldur's affects if placed outside the Maelstrom. +10 to his rolls if he is a part of it.
[] Ballad of Baldur revealed
Up next we have a rather nice analysis of Kesar's diplomatic policies and the impact they had. I really like how you broke this down and compared it to the other Primarchs. It was a nice look into the universe as a whole, and the comparisons to Lorgar were something I really enjoyed. As for your reward:
[] +5 to a roll of the GM's choice
[] Ask the GM a question and they shall answer. (subject to veto)
[] A Study of Diplomacy - Revealed if Chosen. Not a trait.
Up next we have the return of the Dorlinian Continuity! Got to say that I really enjoy this series as it's a really unique style. That and there's a more selfish aspect of it as it makes me feel a lot more like a real author due to how you describe everything. The scene described within it was incredible, and I wish I had thought of that. As things are though, it really made it seem incredible. As for your reward:
[] +5 to a roll of the GM's choice
[] -2 years cut from Gehenna's Repair time
[] +10 to Oriacarius' rolls during the ritual
Up next we have a rather humorous omake of Solarus creating more bombs alongside his brothers. It was very Solarus throughout the omake, and I especially enjoyed all the fire within it. I have a feeling the Salamanders would enjoy it. As for your reward:
[] +5 to a roll of the GM's choice
[] +2 of Solarus' custom explosives for the initial landings (Currently will have 22)
[] +10 to Solarus' rolls during the ritual
Up next we have an omake on Gehenna Station. Man that was a long time ago. Yet this was still such a nice look into the events of the past. It was horrifying and hectic, and perfectly encapsulated the events that occurred. I really enjoyed reading it, and for your reward:
[] +5 to a roll of the GM's choice
[] +10 to Warden CR rolls during the ritual
[] +10 to Warden last stand rolls during the ritual
Up next we have an artist from the Emperor's children learning from Solarus. Let me just say that the idea is hilarious to me. There is one part of the omake that's in Spanish, and I assume you just missed that part of it. Besides that, however, it's a pretty fun read, and for your reward:
[] +5 to a roll of the GM's choice
[] +2 of Solarus' custom explosives for the initial landings (Currently will have 22)
[] +10 to Solarus' rolls during the ritual
Alright, last omake for the day is an incredibly fluffy one covering the Legion's chief apothecary. Let me just say that I really loved Shana and Rikard here. They're great characters and incredibly fun to read and write. Moreover, the interactions between Rikard and Oriacarius were simply too adorable to be fair. Sadly that part is also why it's partially canon as it goes a bit too far for Astartes. Even if it's amazing to see. As for your reward:
[] +5 to a roll of the GM's choice
[] +10 to Rikard's rolls during the ritual
[] Goodbye - Not Revealed if Chosen.
