Cú opened his car door and slammed his mask down over his face. One large exhale was all I heard and then silence. I opened my door and aimed for the Red that got out of the semi’s passenger side. The driver boxed us in too well; he’d have to go around the long way before he could take a shot. Once I eliminated the passenger the ambush would only be coming from one direction, and we could really use that advantage.

I leaned out of the door and took my shot, it missed horridly but my plan seemed to get through to all the others. Lupus wormed his way past Cú with remarkable agility considering the cramped conditions. In one motion he slid over the back of the cruiser and flung a knife at my target. The red had just the time to duck out of the way as it embedded itself into the car door. A mono edge? Did all his blades have that?
Unfortunately I didn’t have time to think about it

my hat was pushed down and my head was suddenly surrounded by soft, warm, lumps. What could possib-…oh no, oh Emperor please no! it was the tech priest! She was leaning over me to get a shot of her own and I was wearing her tits as a hat! I couldn’t see anything because of her damn robes and just how massive these things were, but it was hardly a comfort as my back was subject to her weight and augmentations. Cold metal and wires, I could feel it right through our clothing. I felt sick and the recoil from her shotgun did not help the situation any.
I got out from under her just in time to see Cú, in total silence, charge the gunman. Blood was coming out of the red’s arm; it seems Rip landed her shot and Cú was about to take advantage of the situation. One mighty swing was all it took to rip both legs out from under the man. Blood was everywhere as the legs went flying into the side of the semi. I had never seen anything so brutal in my life.

A second volley of shells few overhead. It seems most of an auto-pistol’s burst impacted into Cú’s back, and many punched through the guardsmen’s armor. Cú didn’t make a sound; he just turned while letting out another deep exhale.

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

I turned to face our attackers, bracing myself with the open door. I let loose a suppressing burst and one of the spray managed to hit their leader in the leg. All but one took cover behind the car. It was at this point I noticed two of them charging us. One was armed with a sword and shield and had already made good progress, the other…a chainsword!? How did gangers get their hands on a chain sword!?

My concerns, however, were very, very misplaced. Lupus cut the man off mid charge and carved a deep gash into his face with some kind of long saber. Rip got out of the car behind me and fired a shell at the one charging with a shield. Most of the pellets impacted against his shield but it seemed some had found their mark in his other arm. Cú, again killed with a brutal efficiency, charging the man and tearing his stomach open with his massive sword.

More gunfire, most of which was aimed at me, but their reluctance to come out of cover made the shots go wide or impact against the cruiser’s bullet proof windshield. Only one dared to stand, and that one was my target. I took aim, I breathed, and I took my shot. The shell ricocheted off of the side of his skull taking most of his skin with it and shattering bone. He went down, and he wasn’t going to get up again.

The red with the chainsword took a swing at Lupus but lupus deflected it. His speed was blinding, I didn’t think it possible but he casually knocked the ripping teeth to the side before scoring a deep hit on the Red’s chest and knocking him to the floor. Lupus didn’t go in for the kill, no, he just stood there, waiting for the man to stand up again. Bleeding from the gash given to him seconds ago he tiredly swung, with minimal effort Lupus sidestepped the swing and answered with his own, disarming the man in more ways than one. He turned and raised his sword to something behind us, I didn’t have time to look at what it was but I could only imagine it was the Driver of the semi, who screamed and ran away in terror. There was the sound of a horn, and then a crash. Lupus just smiled and flicked the blood off his blade.

(WHY DOES IT TAKE FOREVER TO WRIGHT BUT ONLY SECONDS TO POST? GOD DAMNIT)

Bolstered by their fallen comrades the two remaining reds stood from behind their cover. Cú was charging like a bull while rip fired her buckshot at the two remaining men. It seems their courage wasn’t as bolstered as I though. The last underling fled in the opposite direction. I set my sights on him and waited for an opportunity to take the shot. That opportunity never came. Cú leapt on top of one of the barricade vehicles. The Red leader fired his remaining round at him, but panic caused his bullet to go wide. Cú swung and scored a deep gash on his right arm, forcing the leader to drop the auto pistol and he too began to flee.

I had to change targets, at this rate Cú would kill the leader and we needed him more then we could ever use some thug. I switched targets, aimed and fired. This shot also hit the leader in the head, but it only grazed him. He fell backwards, stunned from the blow as Cú leapt off the car to chase down the only one with the sense to run. Rip had been making progress towards the barricade too, and she jumped on the leader. He was pinned with her sitting on his spine like that, and just to be sure she had her combat shotgun pressed to the back of his head.

Lupus picked up the chainsword and shook off the hand that was still attached to the hilt before walking to the semi and recovering his knife. I took this time to check on the driver. He was shaken up, his powdered wig was a mess, but he was fine. I asked him to pop the trunk and took three hand cuffs; we’d need some room for our captives. Cú cut off the poor Red who dove through the window of a local business in an effort to evade the large man. Cú simply followed him in through the same window.

I cuffed the first Red I downed with the blow to the head. He was alive but he would not be getting up for at least 9 hours. It was time to ask some questions and their leader was all ears.
“The rules are simple, answer my questions and you get to live, lie you get hurt, don’t talk? You die. How’d you know we’d be going through here?”
“W-we had a tail on you.”
“Who?”
“n-no one”
I pointed my rifle at his arm “Who.”
“Crick! It was crick!”
Crick, this was the man I followed into the bar, the one who was watching Hart’s apartment. He didn’t have red skin and bone’s said he was partners with Hart.
“Who is crick?”
The leader went silent. I fired a round into his arm. “WHO IS CRICK!?”
It was at this point Cú arrived, he was covered in gore and dragging a corpse behind him. He threw it right in front of their leader; it looked like its face had been caved in! Cú took a second to draw a smile on the gore covered mask, these things and his new wound made him talk
“HE’S A NOBODY! JUST SOME GUY WE HIRE THAT’S ALL!”

Something was amiss, he was telling the truth but why was he trying so hard to protect a nobody?
"You are finished, then?" Cú inquired flatly.
True enough, I was. We knew where the base was, we knew how this ambush was set, and I learned more about Crick. I answered him, "Yes."

Cú drew his sword.

I held out my hand. "What are you doing?"
Cú paused, he seemed genuinely surprised "You would let them live?"
"I gave my word to this man that he would live if he answered my questions. I do not go back on my word."
"To let free a captured foe is to invite their blade into your back."
"It is my gift to kill for the immortal Emperor. I see no reason to let them live." Lupus seemed to side with him and Cú nodded.
I persisted. "I will not let these men die."
"Have you ever seen friends, brothers, comrades in arms, their minds not broken but driven clearly, calmly to rend each other to tatters before your eyes?" Cú was as cold as his mask.
Visions of my home flashed before my eyes, memories of friends and relatives gripped by madness and slaughtering their loved ones.

"YES. I. HAVE!"

Cú didn't even flinch at my outburst. His speach was literaly as though I said nothing to him
"Have you had to do the same? Have you ever stood under a sky blackened by the daemon wasps and had to Cut down your brothers, lest their frozen, undying flesh be the undoing of yours?"
What was the thing that stood before me? "I…I can’t say I’ve experienced that"
"Your foe wants your blood. To allow his escape is to deepen that thirst. This is battle. Hesitation, forgiveness, indecision... They are all death. I will not risk letting them bring word to their master."
"I’d like to know where you’re from" Lupus laughed.
By the Emperor who were these two? There was silence for a moment but I stood my ground. "Make no mistake Cú, these men will rot in the cells they are destined for, but I will not go back on my word!"
This seemed to pacify Cú. He had seemed to think I was going to let them go then and there, or that their treatment by the authorities would be too lax, but knowing they would not escape their fate was enough for him and he helped me drag the cuffed men to the trunk.

>>12161552

Cowardice. Weak. A mess. A bright, garish, insufferable mess of little fragile baubles and colored lights that. Crush it, Fragile.

The last of the things was not so deserving of my blade. It was delivered its fate by the hammering of the mask of My Lady's knight.

It seemed to alarm the others to see me wearing the residue of victory on my mask, the wretch's blood, bits of his brain and bone, painted the face of war.

I enjoy my job, Lady.

>>12161495
>There was the sound of a horn, and then a crash. Lupus just smiled and flicked the blood off his blade.

LUPUS CONFIRMED FOR BEST ASSASSIN EVER

PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS

We were off again, driving to the belly of the hive. The road was quite bumpy and long, but soon enough we were there. It seems that that this was as far the escort was arranged to go. We all got out of the cramped back, once again I was stuck next to Rip. This time I didn’t mind as much as Cú made minimal effort to wipe the blood off of himself. The view was that of another world, buildings were decayed husks, the air had a red haze, and it seemed to go on forever. Cú went to the trunk to check on our guests while I checked on the driver. “You’re going to take them to the nearest station right?”
“Yes of course”
“good, thank you for the drive”
“Heh, thanks for saving my life”
I looked back, Cú was holding what was the knocked out underling in a single arm. He was dead, neck broken. “Did you do that?” Cú shook his head and tossed the corpse back on the leader before slamming the trunk shut. It must have been the trip that broke his spine as he slept; he was one of the lucky ones.

>>12161608
I came for the bodice-ripping romance, I stayed for the awesome combat shenanigans.

Keep writing, gents.

>>12161586

>For all his promise as a leader, Joseph is soft.

>Horror scathes weakness and hesitance of his sort from the mind by a boy's seventh year on my home.

>To consider allowing a foe, clearly motivated to attempt our slaying, now even moreso for his defeat... To allow him to live...

>It is folly.

The cruiser pulled away, now we were on our own, and we were alone.
“REPENT SINNERS!”
Maybe not.

A man was in a nearby stockade, purity seals covered it and he wore red robes. At first I thought he was a criminal, but then I noticed he was the one shouting repent. He was a receptionist and he probably did this once a week. “Hello sir, I was told I could ask the receptionist for assistance. Do you know where your base-“
“YOU ARE TAINTED WITH HERESY AND MUST REPENT FOR THE GOD EMPEROR TO SAVE YOU!”
Time to switch gears “Yes brother! Where is your camp? I ask so that I may confess my heresy and be cleansed!” with this he practically gave me a map to their compound and we went on our way.

>>12161636

>I almost would have preferred that the men's broken necks have been my doing. At least then I could have claimed responsibility for acting with sense.

>Their deaths were a humorous twist of fortune.

It was heard far before it was seen, calls to repent, the virtues of purifying with fire, the necessity of the mutants extinction.

There were loudspeakers all over this stretch of forsaken road. It was the only sound that could be heard and it worried me greatly. How should we approach them? Single file or fanned out? I feared for my life, knowing that one false move around the Emperor’s most dedicated force would turn their cleansing fire on me.


AND THAT'S ALL I PRE WROTE. IT TOOK ME 5 FUCKING HOURS BUT ONLY 10 MIN TO POST GOD DAMNIT

now you have to wait as I write up more.

>>12161660
>receptionist
>twice

God im just as bad with spell check

Intermission?

Intermission.

So, to tide you buggers over while Inspector Gadget transcribes more goodies from his My Little Pony diary, would you like to hear what it's like to be the voiceless, faceless, 7'6" rabid executioner and avatar of terror?

Oh I see that you two are continuing to regale us with the tales of your service to the Emperor of this i am most pleased.

The single file was what we went with, and though Cú was an almost unnaturally tall man that wasn’t nearly as much a concern as was his posture. He stood strait and tall as Rip tucked her antennae under her hood. I’m not sure how that must have felt for her and Cú, but it was better than being set aflame. Honestly I do not know how the redemptionist would react to a tech priest. Like many things I have only read about them, but no chance would be taken.

>>12161762
Yes please do

>>12161762
AFAIK you're from a deathworld, right? How the fuck does it feel to go from a place where literally everything wants you dead to a place where only a portion of everything wants you dead?

Also, modern cleaning conveniences and the Adeptus Mechanicus; opinions on both.

The camp was a grisly scene. A large, fat, man stood in front of a podium. His was the booming voice over the loud speakers. Pillars of flame shot from various locations in the camp, miniature sermons were taking place in front of them and men, all clothed in red either listened to those giving sermons or whipped themselves for all to see.

This was true dedication to the Emperor and for some reason it chilled me to the bone.

“AH! IT SEEMS WE HAVE NEW VISITORS! MAY. YOU. BE. WELCOME, HERE!”
The fat man pointed right at me, I had volunteered point and I was going to talk these men into our service without getting myself killed. “I was told I could ask you for assistance”
The fat man walked off the podium and down to us. “If redemption is what you seek we will accommodate you in any way possible.”
“I am sorry sir, but we are here for something bigger, we were given the task of bringing a sinner to justice.” This seemed to catch his interest. “A thief is wanted for questioning and he has taken refuge with a gang down here.” He didn’t seem interested anymore

“I am sorry son, but there are far too many mutants, and heretics for us to assist you in such a way.” He turned and started to walk away. I had to win him over somehow, and there was a card that I was reluctant to play. I had no choice “It is by order of an Inquisitor, we are his acolytes.” He stopped, instantly, as did many near him. “Well, this is different! To purge for a force as worthy as the Inquisition…I’m sorry, we simply do not have the manpower.” He seemed to remember something “Unless…Yes! You will do fine!”

Oh no

Oh dear I do not forsee this being pleasant.


Also what a titan would look like if the redemptionists got their hands on one.

>>12161804
>>12161796

I wish it was a death world, at least, in that case, you know your enemies.

On Dusk, the mother whose blood covered your 5 year-old face when you awoke one morning to find nothing but for her shredded clothing asks you, with terror one morning, how you could grow to a 20 year-old man overnight.

All you can do is hug her and not ask questions, you're only the latest of nigh one million to experience it.

Also, It's insufferable being in a "modern" realm. I believe I'm suffering from what they call "homesickness"

>>12161804

As for cleaning "conveniences"... When was the last time you saw a shower in a cramped Hiveworld apartment that could comfortable fit a 7'6" man?

The Adeptus Mechanicus? Nothing too odd, really. I don't understand much of them, but apparently they have odd taste in priestess candidates.

“Surly acolytes of the inquisition are very resourceful and skilled. There is a problem that could use your…skills. A large mutant that goes by the name of Thumper needs to be eliminated. Not only does this blight shame the Emperor with his corrupted existence but he and his men have taken control of the only clean water supply for miles. This pure source is only fit for the purity of the redemptionist! Not some drug dealing mutant and his gang! If you find and kill Thumper, my men our yours, your enemies are mine, and they will be cleansed! “
We had no choice, and to be honest I suspected worse, but it was this or take on a fortress by ourselves
“By the name of the Emperor It will be done”
“Excellent! Take back his head as proof the deed is done!” He turned and started to walk away
“Uh, sir…you didn’t tell me where this Thumper is”
“If you are true to the Emperor, you will find him! HAHAHAHAHAHA”

>>12162046
>“If you are true to the Emperor, you will find him! HAHAHAHAHAHA”

What a jerkface.

>>12162059
Indeed this one does hope that a piece of the hive falls upon him.

We were on our own, and we simply head away from that camp. Somehow we would find someone who could help us locate Thumper, killing him would be an entirely different task. Still he was a drug lord, and drug lords are easy to find. All you need is an addict, and you will know exactly where to go.
It didn’t take long, almost as soon as we were away from the noise we found them. You can hardly call these people. I have seen poverty but this was something all together new to me. Walking twigs were the only way to describe them, and they cried for stimms. The inquiry was as easy as I suspected, it didn’t comfort me at all. Soon enough we were on our way to a collapsed elevated highway, a clean water source, and battle

>Bonus content to appease your appetites?

>Who wants to hear the story behind Cú's silent frenzy?

>The translation of his name?

>Something else?

>>12162218
I would most certainly like to hear about those Bits of information.

>>12162218
SILENT FRENZY

The collapsed road started to level out, removing my hat for the first time in days I peered over ledge. There were a lot of them and plenty of obsticles to obscure my vision from any more.

The closest had a shotgun and his face was malformed he stood guard next to a damaged vehicle. The next was further down the road, near a pile of rubble his hands were attached strangely almost a 90 degree difference at the wrist and he was armed with a flail. Further back was a very abhorrent and misshapen man. It hurt to look at him and his cursed existence. I was almost glad we were tasked with his death as no thing should endure living in such shape. He had a can in his hand and two more were strapped to his bel-grenades! They were roughly made out of scrap but that is definitely what they were. Near him was Thumper’s body guard. A large mutant with disturbing muscle mass stood with a shield and sword.
Next to him…Thumper. He could only be described as a massive mutant with clawed hands that held a triple barreled shotgun and a leathery hide.

It was at this point our eyes met.

>>12162244

>A comrade of mine, years ago, asked how I could, at once, fight in ghost-silence and be so consumed by my frenzied trance. It was a perfectly reasonable question for him to ask of a man who had only moments ago charged through gunfire as though through stinging rain and bifurcated an armed mutant in stoic silence.

>He did not like the answer I gave, but I did.

>Battle is the most beautiful song.

>Intricate yet humble,
>Louder than any yet silencing to all.

>Gunfire hammers out a staccato drumbeat of furious passion,
>punctuated with premeditated care by explosions like cymbals' crash.
>The tight, crisp whining of warmachines' explosive hearts, propelling them across the stage,
>as a delicate bell chiming, blade upon blade, announces the mechanical titans' arrival.
>A cacophonous chorus of men, women, beasts and fiends,
>singing, screaming with passion such that they expend their very lives in the effort.

>They lay a reverent backdrop for the voice of my Queen.
>Mother of Warriors. Black Annaiys.
>Her voice, cold and unyielding as death, scathing and harsh as the struggle to live.
>It is sorrowful, a song of want and of love in one.
>She sings for her sons, no matter how distant, and we honor her affection.
>With this baton, its edge keener than any, I conduct the musicians for My Lady.

>I do not shout, I do not roar, I do not laugh. There will be silence for Her song.
>It's rude to interrupt.

>>12162299
Magnificent simply magnificent though I am also curious about the tradition behind your mask and sword..

>>12162357
Thank you, I should totally writefag that now.

>>12162294
More importantly, THIS IS WHEN SHIT GETS REAL

Seriously, the first combat was pussy boffer-sord fightan with a retarded kid compared to what happens with the mutants and then afterward.

I froze, he froze. In any other situation this would be funny, but right now it was terrifying. It was then he smiled a warm smile and his words put me at ease. “Looks like we got someone who’s thirsty!”

Perfect

I ducked back down, we did not have time.
“Cú, you take point. Get as close as you can to that ruble and try to take out the one with the flail, Rip-“ I started to put my cuffs on her, but did not clamp them shut” You’re their prisoner, hang back and provide fire support with me from behind that car, Lupus, you’re the fastest one here. You’re her guard. Stay a few paces in front of her and as soon as Cú acts, take cover with him by those rocks. Get going, now!”

They moved up and I counted. One, two, three, four, five, six…. I poked my head over again. Rip had stopped by the first guard, Cú stood next to the one with the flail and lupus was about half way between the two of them. I took out my creed-9 and aimed for the closest one.

The façade ended there. Cú was the first to act, in one swift motion he brought his sword out from under his cloak and down onto the mutant. His face separated from his skull and Cú made a break for the rocks. Though not as quick on the draw Lupus too unsheathed his sword and made an impressive pace to the rocks. Rip angled her hands forward, allowing her to quickly draw her combat shotgun from somewhere under those robes. She moved in closer to the guard and pulled the trigger. He was thrown backwards, his chest blown open from the point blank blast
Damnit that was the one I was aiming for.

>>12162505

>I suppose it would be strange to tell Joseph that I had seen that look on the first felled mutants face before.

>And yet, I had, after all, sheared the front of a foe's skull away from the rest of it on at least one other occasion, though I do believe it was a much cleaner strike than this.

>Oh well, they can't all be winners.

I had to switch targets, and I didn’t have time to aim as I did. Still their surprise made it easy to get a lead on them. The one with the grenades was my mark, and I squeezed the trigger. All ten shells of my burst hit. The mutant was thrown back with the constant force of my shells impacting his misshapen skin. Most of his body was turned into a pink mist and what little remained impacted hard against a thin light privacy screen, now painted red. One of the grenades rolled over to the side and detonated harmlessly.

Cú took this moment to slam his mask down. Though I could not hear it I saw his exhale. I don’t know how this battle trance developed or how it worked, but I am glad I’m not on the receiving end of it. Lupus ran out of my line of sight to the left of the rocks, but I’m glad I didn’t see it. His sword rose above the visual obstruction, and when it came down a mutant’s decapitated head rose into my view.

Rip took aim and fired from behind the car. It seemed to hit some mutant that was out of my view, what was in my view was my new target. Thumper looked shocked as his allies fell around him. He followed the path from the mutant paste to me.
Our eyes met
It was quite funny.

>>12162602

>I must give credit where it is due.

>Joseph was apparently wonderfully capable of savagely thorough force.

>Whether he continued to impress, I would not know.

>The song urged me to break them. And it was growing so ecstatically loud, then.

I pulled the trigger, and sent another ten shells down range. Two impacted his chest, one went into his right leg, and one hit his right arm, blowing it off of him. Thumper fell to the ground, he was dead and only his men remained. They would not go as easily.
One of the mutants ran and picked up the grenades off the dead mutant. For some reason his arm was wounded, probably the one that rip shot, but before my eyes it started to mend. The body guard charged Cú and struck his leg with the sword hard. Cú didn’t even budge, it was as if his leg was stone and the sword did nothing. Another mutant came from behind the rocks, he put a hand to his head and pointed the other at Cú. It seemed to have no effect. What was that mutant doing?

Seeing the lack of effect the mutant picked up Thumpers Shotgun. Cú drove his sword against the bodyguard cutting deep into the large mutant but not killing him. Rip fired another few shots but they didn’t impact anything.

I tried my best to take out the one with the grenades but I was out of ammo. Thankfully my skill at arms training at the schola made reloading a breeze. I already had a new magazine in hand as I pressed the button to eject the empty one. It fell as I jammed the new one in place and ejected the empty shell. I fired again and managed to hit him in the arm, but he did not slow. The one who recovered the shotgun took aim and fired at Cú point blank. I saw Cú recoil from the hit, taking a step back to steady himself but that was all. He should be dead! He wasn’t 3 meters away from the mutant and all three barrels emptied but Cú didn’t even cry out in pain. He just put his leg back to recover from the force of the blow as a grenade landed by his feet. This detonated, sending crude powder and nails into the mutant bodyguard. Cú….Cú stood tall, raised his sword and finished the guard off. He didn’t even slow down...by the Emperor! Even critically injured this man shows no signs of it.

The mutant dropped the gun. The contraption must have been overly complicated to reload and he saw with horror the lack of effect it had on him. He stepped back and raised his hand to Cú again only for Lupus to come flying from the side and thrust his sword through his ribs and out the other end. He kicked the mutant off of his blade as Rip and I gunned the last one down.

The battle was over, and we were once again victorious.

>>12162962

>To be wounded is no excuse, this I know.

>Lady forgive me for staggering, for showing my foe weakness, for backing away.

I walked over to the carnage and rip followed close by. She found the lever to the large blast doors that were the backdrop to this whole encounter. She flipped the switch as I collected thumpers head. Inside was a depressing scene. Mutants, addicts, and sad souls that were both at the same time stood around a stagnant lake. This was the cleanest source of water for miles? The downtrodden looked to me, the open door shining the only light on these people. I lifted the head of Thumper, and said two words
“Get out”

They did. With a rushed pace that was unsettlingly slow. Even terrified and rushed these people did not have the strength to run. Some grabbed drugs off of the mutant bodies before vanishing down the road. Rip collected the three barreled shotgun, know as a “Meat Hammer” and I collected the last remaining nail bomb. The redemptionist would be pleased but I figured they might reward us further by bringing more trophies of our kills. There was no need to do something as disgusting as carve the mutants for their trophies, from the battle alone limbs and makings lied everywhere. We gathered them in a crude sack made of a mutants ragged clothing and started the trip back to the camp.

>>12163115

>I'd seen those faces before.

>I'd worn that same expression once.

>And once only.

>Self-loathing, weakness, sorrow, despair. These things are blemishes, impurities in the steel of the soul. The constant, unforgiving hammering of life will shatter our flawed blades in time.

>But I shall not break. The Lady assures is, the struggle is not to break, but to temper us.

Our march was quiet. I was… amazed at Cú he never once complained about his wounds. Even out of his battle trance he marched as calmly as he did before. His leg nearly broke a sword, a grenade did nothing to him, and three shotgun shells embedded themselves in his chest. Not a word was said. We reached the camp and presented the head. The fat redemptionist was thrilled beyond description with the news. You never want to lay eyes on a redemptionist that is “thrilled”.

“BROTHERS! BLIGHT HAS BEEN REMOVED FROM THIS LAND! SACRED WATERS HAVE BEEN GIVEN TO US ONCE AGAIN! ADDICTS WILLNO LONGER SHAME THE EMPEROR WITH THEIR WEAK WILLS AND BODIES! TRULY HE IS A JUST RULER AND ALL SINNERS SHAL MEET THE SAME FATE!” There was a rousing cheer from the group.

“Sir, I thought it would please you if we brought trophies from the other mutants we killed during our mission.” I handed him the now bloodied sack and he looked at it
“Charming” He threw it into the nearest flame to more rousing cheers from his men. He fanned his hands down in an effort to calm his followers “THESE ARE THE FACES OF OUR CHAMPIONS! THEY ARE THE ONE WHO DROVE THE PLAUGE FROM THIS LAND! WHAT DO OUR HEROS WANT IN RETURN? OUR FIRES! OUR RIFFLES ARE DETERMINATION! OUR WILL! AND FOR THEIR ENEMIES TO SUFFER OUR WRATH!” he paused to chuckle “The reward they ask for? IT IS WHAT WE LIVE FOR!”

The men were being whipped into a frenzy, this was not good when you want one of your enemies to live. “May I speak sir?”
“You may.” He stepped to the side, and I looked at the masses before me. The entire camp stopped their repentance to hear this man’s sermon and now I was to speak to them. “The inquisitor demands one of these scum alive.” I held up a picture the nobles daughter gave me. “His name is Hart and he is the reason for all of this-“ I was shoved out of the way as gently as I possibly could have been by the fat one. “AND IT WILL BE DONE!” the men again cheered and I couldn’t help but smile
“REST YOU SOLDIERS OF THE EMPEROR! REST YOU KNIGHTS OF PURITY! TOMORROW WE FIGHT!” with one last cheer the men went back to their routine. The man took us down from the podium and offered us food, beds, and ammo. Unfortunately, none of the rounds were shells or worked for my creed-9. The medical care the offered Cú would have been helpful, but his wounds were far past the training of the medic there. Cú thanked the man and we all took to sleep

Tomorrow, would be the real battle.
>to be continued

>>12163332

>These 'Redemptionists'...

>They don absurd costumes, treat battle as a play, as some grand, glorious, show of their perceived righteousness.

>If the corpulent, preaching bastard before us had even once seen true battle, it would have left him a greasy, tattered pile of meat, fought over hungrily by the bone-eaters.

>Battle is Hers, and one thousand times more than the bullets in my gut did it pain me to let them act so.

>>12163486
Oh dear christ are you lucky those were inner thoughts.

>>12163495

Oh fuck yes. Why do you think I'm homesick? I can't stand being in the 99.99% of the Lady-accursed Imperium that would hunt me for revering the Phantom Queen openly.

OP's GM here, just some commentarhy

I feel he captured the sheer amount of Scenery chewing that the Redemptionist leader espoused when on the pulpit.

At the time I had hoped that Thumper and his group would have given them a bit more of a challenge, however i have a nasty habit of under-powering encounters, i am hoping that their current mission will result in at least a lost limb and some insanity/corruption points.

My favorite mutants out of that group however were by and large Mr Sideways Hands (described adequately in the story) and "Mercy Kill", who had for his mutations "Grotesque, Vile Deformity and Misshapen". I had alot of fun describing his looks XD

This is going to be interesting. I look forward to the next installment of this tale.

>>12163559
Thanks for reading man. Is my write up that good? do I need any improvement in any areas?

Archived for the love of the Lady.

Not a bad read, but its clear you're getting your turn order confused or something

>>12163617
Yes it is and no improvements are required.

>>12163882
Well thank you man, Also Armored Core is fucking awesome and so are you for enjoying it.

Man i wish there was a Table top game that captured that

>>12163875

I'm essentially tossing tidbits of Cú's thoughts in there as commentary. Joseph is the storyteller.

So I just let him do his thing and I add my comments as quickly as possible.

>>12163938
No, I got that part. Still when each person moves is not consistant all the time

>>12163974

Yeah, the biggest problem came from him having it pre-written, so he was so god-damned fast that I couldn't post commentary till a couple posts later.

Still, it's better this way, i mean he has much more polished material if it's pre-written.

>>12163923
Well heres whats in the archives not how much it will help though.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/4748059/
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/5761657/

>>12164013
I'm not talking about your parts you moron I'm talking about the TURN ORDER

Rip seems to be left out alot as do a few opponents, maybe it's just his story telling but I'm saying it's off at parts.

Besides that the story is good

>>12164073

Ohhh. Durr. I didn't think you meant literal combat order.

Gotcha. Yeah, it flows better as a story when you don't just give a concrete, ordered, play-by-play of battle, which is why he told the story the way he did.

>>12164073
I'm posting all of this from memory and other parts are made more cinimatic. I'll try to keep an eye out for that next time

>>12164035
You are aweosme. /tg/ should get to work on this again

Random bump and little tidbit. I don't know when I'll be posting IV. I know will not pre wright it. It takes forever and you post it all really quickly while doing it on the spot gives time for reactions and so-on. Plus you can get Knight's side of the story and that could be really important next part as we split up

We got to talk about how we're going to do that.

I can't tell if Lupus is the best rollplayer or the worst