Six minutes of explanation/speculation about Slaanesh later, it returns to the guardsman's tired face.

"Yes. Anyway, it was after the, ah, the third drop wave. I was on the first, bad luck that, my craft got hit before it got to the rendezvous, eight PPZs came right at it, only managed to jink five. Luckily me and three others survived. Unluckily, one was the commissar. So, we went marching on to the meet site. Certain vee uncertain death."

While he talks, small notes blink and pound underneath him in a crawl, offering tenuous explanations of terminology. To provide clarity, the interview goes on with the commentary running below, and to the side.

"Anyway, maybe about a lick n half off from the rest of the army, all those great big Lemans, Basilisks, autocats, fifty kay head of troop, at the tail end of the third wave dropping, we get hit, four of us, by what seemed the whole of Geryon's Host."

He breathes deep, shaking his head, "Maybe about a hundred? Fifty? Feet of tree between us and the division, and they didn't hear us screaming," Telemachus takes a dark look as he murmurs, "Or maybe they didn't care, and didn't feel like separating themselves from their important work of being counted by the laurels."

"Two were cut down. The commissar among 'em, no tears about that. Third pretended to be dead, not that hard, with how cut up he was. I surrendered," He coughed, shaking his head, "I was just... I was just so scared. They came out of the trees, wailing like banshees, four of 'em each for us. It was like a game of grox in the middle. With knives. I got hamstrung, I felt the knife pass through my thigh and heard the SNAP of my muscle rolling up like a curtain, and I knew I had it. I fell over, raising my heads, and, Emperor forgive me, started yelling all the snatches of dark prayer I knew. You get bits, when you're in the guard. Rumors. 'Burn this candle at this hour for Khorne, whispering these words and your gun'll shoot straight for three battles,' and what I heard in my last engagement, over Lampetie. It worked. Oh Olanus, why did it have to work?"

"One of them was all for killing me, all up in a frenzy, as I crawled away from him, with my one good leg, before the others got a hold of him, he broke my shin, and hacked awful at my leg. I was curled up, whispering 'blood for the god of blood' when they started hitting me in the head. I think they were trying to knock me out. Eventually, they gave it up when a marauder buzzed over, and just dragged me off. I had lost a lot of blood, and I wasn't exactly cogent at the time, so bear with me if I skip over this part. I know they dragged me to a stolen groundcar, I travelled for a long while, then I was somewhere dark."

"They had...Stitched me back up. The bandages weren't cloth. As far as I could tell, I was in somewhere concrete, and warm. To my left, some crusty pillows, to the right, a wall, and a corner of a tapestry. I had no idea how long I was out, but when my eyes had adjusted for a light, I realized I was in their pathetic excuse for a temple. There was a pile of pillows, refuse from some law abiding home or another, candles in holders, a squat altar made from cast off cinder blocks, and a tapestry. All aside from that was just your average basement. The tapestry was inexpertly stitched, depicting a blasphemous image of the Emperor, a withered corpse in his famous armor, masturbating to the thought of being devoured by...What I assume was Slaanesh."

"Instinctively disgusted, I tore it down. I crawled forward to the pillows, and laid myself down. I slept again, I know not how long."

"When I next awoke, I found the tapestry had been put up again, and a beaker of piss."

>>1406513
are you making more? I'm going to sleep soon, and I'd like to read it before then...

>>1406552
Telemachus pauses again, staring down.

"Before I go on, I wish to just tell you, the viewer," he waved his hand, "That I'm going to go on about this for a while. Because this is important. I grew close to that piss, while I was there. My first response, I back handed it away. A bad idea, but it was right next to me. Now, when confronted with something disgusting, what you don't do is slap it so it ends up all over the place. Especially when all you can do is crawl."

"I crawled to the door then. I wish they had locked it. I really wish they had. But they hadn't. The door was open. And I was confronted with a ladder. I tried climbing it, but...There was nothing at the top. A trap door."

"So that was my day. I got piss all over the place, and spent the next infuriating hours attempting to climb a ladder, only to find out, that the trap door was too damn heavy to open with only one arm, without my legs to brace against the steps."

"I crawled back to my pillows, through the piss, to fall asleep again."

"When I awoke the next day, a new beaker was in front of me. With more piss."

Telemachus looked down, for a moment, emotion overtaking him, as he audibly swallows. "Pius, I can still taste it. Can I get a drink of water?"

>>1406588
Fuck this stupid shit

>>1406588
is there any chance you could keep the thread alive 'till tomorrow then, or repost? I'd like to read this.

>>1406593 Fuck you
>>1406588 MOAR

For a break, there is a recounting interview by a bold firewarrior, speaking of his engagement with Slaaneshi cultists, a water xenopsychologist speculating about what it is that makes gue'la so vulnerable to the predations of cults, and a final message from a Shas'O of the warning signs of Chaos affliction.

Then the interview starts again.

"Ahem. Eh, yeah," Telemachus waves his hand, "Look, I don't want to stay too much in this because, well, that's it. That's how my days were. I would try and try to get out, I wouldn't make it, then that piss would be there. The seventh time I fell asleep, I was too hungry and thirsty to do anything different. I had already drunk it once. This time, I drank it and sat there," He holds his eyes shut, shaking his head, "The next day, they set out a cup of water."

"It was carrot and stick, pure and simple. But Emperor damn it all, but I sucked that water down in joy when it came. My bandages, I, I forgot to tell you what those were, didn't I?" He summons something up, some will to talk, "They were skin. Flesh. Someone's flesh, I, I, I ca-"

The interview skips a bit. One frame, Telemachus stands, shaking his head waving his hands in front of him, the next, he is sitting back in the chair again, staring down, droning on.

"So that was how I survived, for another seven times I slept. One time, I got the bright idea to get up, when next they dropped off the water, or the, or the, or the meat. I couldn't do it. They must have been watching, must have had a witch, that would have been Ram, wait I'm getting ahead of myself. By the fifteenth, I stayed still. Food was more important than escape, and my wounds were septic. I hoped for treatment."

Bumping for moar, pretty good story so far.

>>1406660
Like the little intermission bit. Had me laughing.

"Now, girls and boys, remember to stay away from electrified rails and never have sex with a demon!"

I'm gonna leave this thread up, and it BETTER be here by the time I awaken.

>>1406601
There is a quick three minute break, for a noted Earth scientist to explain human physiology, before it returns to Telemachus. His eyes are red.

"The twentieth day, she came down," He stares down, then looks up, in anger, "No, I will NOT name her! This may be a slagging documentary for you, and you're trying to keep your 'journ-ul-estic credo-credai-' whatever!" He stumbles over the unfamiliar Tau phrase, "I'm NOT naming her. I'm not giving her the benefit!" Evidently, some discussion occurs behind the camera, Telemachus shaking his head. Eventually he stills, looks in the air despairingly, then nods, "Fine, fine, we can call her Medea."

He coughs, "She, Me, Medea, she was...Radiant. They probably slipped something in the food. Anyway, she, she and I... You don't need the details. It was awful. It was awful and it was good. It was...Emperor above, it was so demeaning. She made me beg. For everything. She barely touched me, and I thanked her for everything. Every damn thing. I was hers. Hers for whatever. I cursed the Emperor, I threatened my commanders, I swore to rape my mother next I saw her, and I, at least she made me think, I meant it."

"And that was that. I was part of Geryon's Host," He shook his head, "They took me up after, took me to Ayn and Ram, the doc and the witch, respectively. They fixed me up, what they could," At this, Telemachus lifts his hand, shaking the lone thumb and pointer finger that remain. The rest is raggedly gone, healed over, with lumps, and a ragged scar matching that of a symbol of Slaanesh.

"It was...A change. I mean, once you're, er, once I was out of the basement. Medea soothed me, as soon as the two had finished, took me back to her place. Used to be a tenement, somebody important must have lived in there once. It surprised me, how clean it was. I mean, usually what you think when you think cultist's place was dingy, dirty, unclean shit holes. Hers was...Well decorated. I mean, there were still those gaudy runes that they had hanging around, but they were woven into the rugs, silk curtains everywhere, had a theme of getting people places, even had a cool storage, stocked with food plundered. No recyc. That was the best. After the basement, Hell, after the guard, it was paradise. I was free."

"Was I her pet? Yeah. I daresay I was. It was different then, when we fucked. Er. Copulated? Whatever. She let me touch her. But yet, at the same time, I was free. She called me, and I came because I wanted it. Outside of that though, the town was free for ours to go anywhere we wanted."

He paused, licked his lips, then looked back up at the camera, "That's when I was happiest. No lie. But. Everything has a cost."

He looked down, "We went to war again. I was given a lasrifle, and we went. We treated it like an adventure- oh Gods, I want to tell you about Ram, and Ayn, and Vorbrin, his Vex, and his Slaught and all the rest but," He raised his mangled hand to his mouth, "But I can't. Cause I give up a little bit more when I remember them."

"I was at the battle of Ash pit. That's when the fun ended."

>>1406750
So damn much win.

Dear Fellow Anons: ARCHIVE THIS SHIT.

THIS SHOULD GO ON WIKICHAN

"Me and Brennigan were getting to know each other. We, ah, well, I'm not getting into the specifics," Telemachus gave a sheepish smile, "He was a sweet kid," then his smile withered, as he shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut, murmuring no, over and over again, "no, er, I'm sorry about that. Anyway, I was with Brennigan, he was a new kid, couldn't have been older than sixteen, when Medea came. She was the only one that wore armor, my armor to be specific. A slap dash job to repair it, and she claimed it. Rest of us were in clothes we looted," He glances up, shrugs, and says, "Everyone does it when you're a soldier, doesn't matter what side it is. Only when I was Imperial, you gave 'em a piece of paper, and when I was running with Chaos...You gave 'em a knife if they got lippy," A pause, "I was only one of many. Everyone does it."

An intermission, with a Shas'O, with the most serious of faces, telling the viewer that no not EVERYONE does it and that the armies of the Greater Good would never do such a thing, and any found doing such would be shot immediately. Another moment, this time with a calm ethereal (Stock footage) explaining what to do in case of invasion, proper responses to thieves, murderers, rapists, and other such monsters that filled the enemy ranks. An armored fire warrior, one arm around a human child, the other around a tau child, then a return to the guardsman's interview.

"And Medea comes up, takes in the both of us, tells us to get our guns. She wants to make sure her band is seen at the front. She grabs Ayn, gives him the banner. Tells him to wave it all. Smiles as she says she wants him the first on the capitol building."

"Fucking idiocy."

"I remember, just seeing, people, as far as the eye could see. A leviathan, of arms and legs and heads, of banners high, of bright glinting slugthrowers and lasrifles. It was a beast of many mouths, but one song. Many legs, but one direction. Many arms, but one purpose. They weren't all like me, tatooed, branded, embroidered. Some looked just average, a head band here, or a armband there identifying them as being with Chaos. Some had never heard of the Gods, of the cause they were fighting for, Hell, one or two were still backwards yokels dragged out that hadn't even heard of the Emperor that they set out to destroy. They were just together, in happiness," A pause, his head drifts to his hands, pushed together, one mangled, one whole, forehead rubbing along the flesh.

"And that's why they died when the firestorm struck," he whispered.

"Chaos is not one creature, feet tramping together in song. The Warp is not a many headed snake, in concord for one purpose. This, this parade, this unification, it was everything that Chaos stood against. Which was why it went first. Why this three mile length of, of, PEACE, of togetherness, were there to take the artillery, to exhaust the ammo," He looks up, hissing, "Chaos is NOT a unified rebellion. It is not a rebuilding, it is not change. It is strength, coming up, destroying the weak, it is a million different men trying a million different things, and the strong succeeding, then devouring each other to find greater strength. They don't stop."

"...Some of the idiots brought their CHILDREN."

this is good shit. seriously OP, well done.

Original Content? Good original content.

I approve.

This is excellent stuff.

godly thread made of god

proceed, good OP.

"It took the air from us first. You heard the shells fall, but fuck, did you care? No, you were convinced that the Gods had a special plan for you, that each and every one of you were the main character in the story of your life, and that you would be fine, fuck the rest of these Grox fuckers. That's why there were no screams. The kids, oh Emperor, the kids that weren't jacked up on Slaught or Vex, that weren't fucked three ways to Throneday and back, they were the first that cried, tried to run. The one, the one next to me, tried to run. His parents held on to him. Whispered, 'No, you're the Starchild, you have to be here,' whatever that meant."

"It took the words. All you heard, was a mighty wind, and then, the fire. I don't know what they used. Promethium phosmag mix maybe. It burned well. And it burned BRIGHT."

He breathed.

"They say they saw the cinder cone from eight miles out. The people in the middle, drawn right up and through, turned to ash, and spread out across the land."

Pictures are provided, shaky feeders from two, four, and seven miles out.

"And where was Brennigan, Ayn, and I? Back of the column. Thank the Emperor that Medea didn't find us quicker. Gave us a minute or two to run. Well. Ayn didn't run," He sighs, shaking his head, "God damn Ram got him on Vex the day before."

"Me and Brennigan ran for the tree cover, maybe two hundred feet out? Genius, I know, forest fires were already starting out, but truth be told I was scared most of being sucked up off the ground like that, and I already felt myself slipping when we broke."

"Poor Brennigan. Took an auto. Heat cooked off his mags in his pockets. He falls over, I stop a moment, but I hear shells coming on me, as if these basilisks have a grudge against US, and, and," He squeezes his eyes shut, "I shot him when he grabbed my ankle."

This is wrong, all wrong. Grandfather Nurgle loves all his children and wouldn't do this to them.

>>1406832

Grandfather Nurgle is a LIE

I just realized this takes place on Imber. My eyebrows begin waggling knowingly in your direction, writer-sir. Love your work man, keep it up.

Pledge your soul to Malal, He will help you get your revenge.

Cut, to where the propaganda's director takes some time to talk about soldiers, and the necessity of shooting one another in a particularly pedantic moment, and a Shas'La's response.

It returns. Time has passed. The guardsman has shaved, and has a cup in his hand when the film restarts. Looks above the camera, nods, sets the cup aside, before beginning again.

"When I was in the forest, all I could think about, not the cinder cloud, not Brennigan, not Medea, that BITCH that threw us in here, none of that, I was just running along, and noticing animals running past me. Hundreds of them. At that moment, all I could think of was how damn sorry I was for them. Their homes caught on fire, for no reason. I know, I know. Downright erdminded of me. But I just couldn't help but feel sorry for them, as I ran along beside them. Emperor," he shook his head, "I don't know what got into me, but I started picking up everything slow, held it to me, and ran, looking for something wet."

"By the time I found a stream, that clever idea, the armor had broken through-" Interruption for Air commentary, that citizens need not fear, that their fire caste would never do something so foolish as produce a crippling cloud of ash that would render their air power impotent, and that aside from that, their advanced technology would let them operate fine anyway,"-clever thing that, must have been a spy who suggested burning the people. Anyway, when I found a stream, I dropped my animals beside it, and dove in. Such a relief. Such a pure, wonderful relief."

He pauses, contemplating, before talking again, slowly, "I could have left then. Thrown off the armor, hacked off the tattoos, torn out the rings, found a nice farmstead, or some other mutineers, rebuilt my life. But I didn't. I helped make Orinstep fall."

Shit fails for other reasons, chaos wouldn't use that throng of worshippers for something worthless like soaking up fire. They'd kill them themselves and feed their souls to daemons in order to summon them.

>>1406786

This. This is the best thing I've ever read about Chaos ever.

>>1406866

Deamons don't need to be spoon-fed, you know. They can eat souls of people that died by ways other than ritual sacrifice, especially people who have dedicated themselves to Chaos.

>>1406873

0/10

>>1406877
So this serves as a massive demoralising force for the defending army (lol) and as a fast summon.

>>1406866
It probably needs to be said that not every Chaos worshipping group runs with a plan that is a cleverly co-ordinated ritual or battle plan concocted by Chaos Space Marines or powerful cultists. They are as myriad in form as Chaos is itself, and in this case it seems to be a disaffected populace has been roused into combat by promise of something better. To what ends would the gods of Chaos put such events in motion? They might not have, someone might have merely considered themselves doing the work of those they worship, when favour had never fallen on them at all.

>>1406877
Yes, but you can't summon them without ritual preparation. Seems like a waste of good war materials.

This is a sequel to the Lampetie tales isn't it? I remember the author of that wanted to make a 40k Canterbury Tales thing. How many tales are we up to now and where are they all saved?

>>1406866

Bitches don't know about Word Bearers using cultists as cannon fodder.

>>1406900
Actually, this might be more backstory. Imber is the name of the planet where Taldeer has ended up in her search. It's a rather isolated and disaffected former Eldar Maiden world where Eldar, Tau and Man sit side by uneasy side while waiting for any of their own factions to come to assist them in wiping out the others.

As it is, everything is locked in diplomacy and subterfuge, whilst Word Bearer cultists ferment trouble beneath the surface.

>>1406911
So this may be the story of how it all started?

>>1406911

Backstory for Love Can Bloom?

>>1406929

>So this may be the story of all about how, my life got flipped-turned upside down?

Fix'd

>>1406930
Backstory for the planet where the story is continuing from. Even then, as a standalone piece it's excellent.

MOAR

"It was three hours later, and at Herod's Gate, when I rejoined with Medea. She smiled sweetly at me when I screamed at her, and fucked me there in the street. I forgot it all again. Evidently, she hadn't known about the artillery plan; or so she said. Those with potential were held back, and she and the others swarmed the gates to man the anti air guns for when the ash cloud cleared. There had to be survivors, I said, there were thousands. Thousands who had to have been angry, it would have split the army in two."

"No. There were survivors, but those that survived were happy enough to rejoin. To follow once more. The weakness had been burned away, those that were in it to form another Imperium. The strong survived. And those that WERE in it to form another Imperium, those that were weak, scared, and angry at their elaborate sacrifice stayed as well, placated with hedonism or too afraid to say otherwise. I wish I was afraid. I just wanted more."

"And...And there was more. There was the money and the loot, Herod's Gate was a large section of the city. I managed to get a hellgun, glamourboy armor, thanks to my connection with Medea. I made a fortune selling Seven Daddies to those unlucky troops that came later. Money enough to buy whatever man, woman, or child I craved at the moment."

At this point, noise breaks through to the one way microphone, as the camera violently shakes, and Telemachus looks up, above the camera again.

"I...I'm sorry, I wish I was ashamed but-" A violent blur, the camera is knocked over, and suddenly there is another figure in frame, sending Telemachus out of the chair, as he assails him, screaming-

The interview skips again, and Telemachus is back in the chair, a bruise puffing around his eye, looking down.

>>1406947
I guess the job interview is going poorly then.

"Mm? Er. Yeah. Look, we, *Cough* we don't need to stay on Herod's Gate it's, it's pretty, pretty raw."

A cut, as a black screen displays facts, figures, numbers, shots and pictures, a long list of crimes, read by a Water caste that manages to sound both detached and in sympathetic mourning. Then, a shot of a grave outside of the newly rechristened 'Mourngate,' the shattered gates with the names scratched across it, and a twenty foot high granite plinth serving as memorial. Return to Telemachus.

"No one needs reminding, right? And, eh, I'm sorry for Gillen again, let him know- let him know I'm sorry for his ma. And if it's any comfort, I never- Oh right, sorry for that."

"Anyway, the problem with Herod's Gate was that once we made a breach, we got slowed down. Me and Medea were off the front, fleecing all the new recruits that came along, so, uh I don't have it first hand what was going on at the front, but apparently the forces came again with renewed vigor. I guess the Arbites and the PDF got sick of blaming each other and getting their asses handed to them, and without an Aeronautica corps to make 'em feel comfy, they decided to actually try working against us. And it did work. For a little while. Then, somebody got the bright idea to run along the walls and go around them."

"Emperor above, the fear we all felt when we saw the guys running along the wall above us. Everyone knew at that instant, that anybody shitting around behind the front when there were people going along the walls were dead when the marines got there."

"The marines. They were coming, apparently, down south, things didn't go as planned, and whoop, there go the Iron Wars, or, eh, Iron Fighters or whoever, leaving behind a crack in the crust on the way out or something."

needs moar violence

A brief examination of Melkaus's Fault, wherein upon evacuation, evidently dissatisfied with the commanding Chaos General (Ormachus, at this time), detonated tectonic bombs before leaving, eliminating all ground passage to the southern continent, May, and inflicting s
evere losses to the both sides, (Tau commentary dissects several faults in the inferior, Imperial, escape plan). Five minutes coverage of reclamation and repair efforts.

"We figured, that with the block a month rate, the Word Bearers might forgive us. But if there was some way around that we weren't all on, anyone not doing that would be dead."

"So, that's how Medea and I ended up running the walls."

He chuckles.

"There was a reason we hadn't tried it at first. They were rounded, slippery, still slick with rain, and windy as Hell. The amount of people that slipped off, and that even discounts the fact that most of the turrets were still in operation. You can run along it, and avoid all the troops in the city, but as soon as somebody picked you up, you'd be dead."

"But the choice was between certain death when the fanatics got there, or the miniscule possibility of life if you ran the walls. She and I found some half finished building, tore through it, found the last of the industrial glue, and made some traction pads that didn't work. The first try, it stuck, oh yes, but it didn't come off. So, we got some glue and some heavy blocks, and tried using them as lock points for a grapple kit we found. That worked a bit better. But we ran out of bricks time and time again, and eventually we forced some other people in to making a brick line for us and we-"

Telemachus looks above the camera again, licks his lips and nods, and says, "Yeah, yeah, you're right, I'll skip ahead."

"Anyway, point being, we got around to the back, to the palace district. Roundabout now, the PDF were noticing, so we had to make due with being at least two precinct houses from the palace, and its shield generator, lest we get vaporized. By this time, the marine support had arrived and, true to our predictions, killed all those enjoying themselves at Herod's Gate, and kicked the rest until we managed to take half the city."

"Small comfort for me, Medea, and the nineteen or so other fine representatives of degenerates everywhere, sixteen blocks beyond our front line."

"Medea blamed me first for getting us all fucking killed, we hadn't heard about the massacre at Herod's seeing as we were on a fucking wall three miles ahead. Eventually, she managed to calm down enough to get us and the rest of the dumb schmucks moving ahead in the direction of the largest building we could find."

"Long story short, after a truly epic confrontation and blood bath, losing half of our men, and the rest of us bleeding like faucets, we managed to claim the Grand Library of Orinstep, Built with Money Generously Donated by Lord Pliant. It was large, ornate, in the center of the city, we thought it was the palace. Emperor above. We were bottled in with a bunch of moldy tomes recounting arguments about whether or not the Emperor's children were divine, low on ammo, with a squad of Arbites bent on avenging their captain when that over dramatic whore Medea got the idea to stick all of our meltas in a pile, and blow ourselves up to deny the enemy the joy of killing us."

"All of them went with it. Out of spite, cowardice, or blind faith, they all agreed. Except for me. Of course, disagreeing out loud was a ticket to getting shot. So, solemnly, making tedious vows, we took the few melta bombs we had, sat away from the banister where angry fire still emerged, set the timers, and waited to die."

Telemachus shook his head, "I kicked them over the side. Not a lot of blast radius, but the arbites didn't know that. Aside from that, as it turned out, they were defective. In our wisdom, we had grabbed the bombs from the first pile we found, which turned out to be the defective pile in our rush to be glory hounds."

"The arbites broke, I led the charge out, and all of a sudden we held the library, with brand new arbites equipment. We parked their chimera in front of the door, and we served as a fire base for the rest of Geryon's Host as they came in. The city eventually fell, due to the Word Bearers breaking through, but we turned out to be useful enough, and Medea a big enough liar to see the two of us off planet, with a thousand others."

"Keep in mind, I'm not exactly a well traveled man when it comes to Chaos, I'm a mere fifty eight years of age, when there are those in the legions that are millenia old, old enough to remember the Horus Heresy."

An intermission, to discuss the Horus Heresy mythology, and its relevance to modern day politics, the Imperial cult, and the Chaos Cult.

"But here's my theory- there's three layers to Chaos. One is the cannon fodder, the cultists, like I, and the other guys in Geryon's Host were, the guys that can't even summon daemons predictably, who are just mortals, mere cannon fodder, ever changing at the edges, worn away and replaced in blinks of an eye. We're dumb fucks just imitating the second layer, the armies, those guys who are actual soldiers, who run with daemons and worse. They are the guys that radiate out, using us in the first layer as a glove to shield themselves, and recruiting from them, using the retards like I used to be to, to, to cover up the claws. We fail when we do it alone, but when we have an army backing us up? Yeah. Guess that's kind of why Imber failed."

"Anyway, at the core, you have the space marines. Chaos Marines. Those that have a mission, a purpose, and a grudge for more than plunder and pleasure. They've got rites and reasons a plenty, and thus, they get the power. They know...They know a lot."

He pauses, before starting again, "That's when I knew I was in too deep. When I went to the ceremony, up on the Everaun's Steel, there was just mortals, mortals, mortals, just like me. Sure, the walls were pulsing, and there was flesh slithering away from my feet, but hey! I thought I was hot shit. I stood in a huge hangar, congratulated by Orcus, Geryon's right hand man, telling us he saw our future, as stamping across Terra, gaining glory- But then I met Pullo."

"I was aware of him, when I saw him down the corridor, far down the corridor. We were free to go about the ship, mingle, encouraged to. I noticed the flies first. Fat, black ones, stumbling and buzzing along, rolling down the way. Sick. I had never seen sick flies before. I don't think I have since. He was nine feet tall, in puke green color, scraping along the walls and ceiling inside of his armor. And he was outside of it too. Ropes of flesh worked their way out of the breast plate, all of it, just filth, hideousness incarnate."

"He saw me staring at him, and I ran, I ran, sobbing, before he easily caught my leg, and dragged me over. I... I can hardly remember what he said. He said things of w" A blank, then a screen stating REDACTED FOR THE GREATER GOOD, VIEWING MUST REQUIRE PERMISSION 2A849 LEVEL EROS CLEARANCE, before it returns, the Guardsman hollowly staring down.

"And he didn't care. He spoke those words with perfect clarity, perfect belief, and he didn't care. He knew that he was aiding the end of everything and he did not care. They're all like that. All of them. Every last of them."

"That's when I felt fear. I had never felt fear before, at least, true fear. This was fear that scarred. I wanted nothing but out. And that's when Medea claimed me as property."

F5! F5! F5! F5! F5! F5! F5! F5! F5! F5! F5!

"It's basically like this; on this ship there were two concepts; owners and things. You were not an owner unless you owned something. You were a thing then. So, naturally, Medea wanted to be an owner. So she claimed me."

"I came back to the quarter we had claimed, and she looked at me hollowly, before putting on a wicked smile, and saying I was hers. I spoke, for a moment, before she raped her fingers around my throat and repeated again how I was hers. She had grabbed a pipe, and started beating me, black and blue, how I lost this eye," Telemachus jerks a finger to his bionic, "It popped out, she stares at it, dangling by a retina, then putting on a sweet face, drags me out in the hallway, past the bemused vets and shocked new 'cruits, and walks along, hitting me again and again, before she reaches the hangar way, where she grabbed that thing and fucking ate it, in front of me."

"She was always a bitch. Always a crazy, psychotic bitch. But she was always a bitch for her own pleasure, and treated me like a pet for her pleasure, and in some way I was pleased at that. But this? This was livestock, pure and simple. She had EATEN a piece of me. A demonstration of power, and willingness. No reason was given. No reason was necessary. They knew, now, that she was an owner. And that I was her first piece of property."

"That psychotic bitch. She was picked for a chosen on the spot."

>>1407176
I'll admit it. I winced.

>>1407176
Cannibalism.
DO WANT

"Things went faster after that- I didn't see much, locked as I was to her room on the ship. It was the basement all over again. When I got out of it, I was convinced that Chaos was all about freedom, that they had freed me from my bonds and antiquated ethics. I was right in a way. Chaos is all about freedom, freedom to do whatsoever you wished to whosoever you wished, so long as you proved you COULD do it. I was weaker, still caught by strings of intimacy and want."

"Before this point, she had never changed. To be sure, she had mood swings, random personality shifts, her body was tatooed and pierced in damn near every way she could. But now that she was chosen she changed."

"She kept me, but I guarantee right now, not due to love, or nostalgia, or familiarity, or anything. It was merely because of luck that I lived. So I got to see her, when she changed. Her first gift from Slaanesh was an eye in her hand. She loved it for two missions, waving it around, looking through it, making it look at herself as she looked at it. Then, in boredom, she played with it, poked it, prodded it, then gouged it. Then she received a line of mouths on her arm. The same thing happened, wherein she experimented with it as much as she could, down to biting me with them, before destroying them, smashing them, teeth dribbling out of her arm. Because that's what Slaanesh does to you. It takes you to the peak of experience, until you realize that you can't feel that far, that you have literally run out of all experiences with that, aside from destruction. Like the marine said."

"So no wonder, after every humiliation, maiming, and torture she could think to inflict on me, she sought to kill me."

Posting in an epic thread.

"The others were already dead when I came to. She wasn't smiling. She was just wringing the blood out of her dress. She had gotten a pretty little dress, of a little girl's, three sizes too small. She was painfully thin. She hadn't been eating. She was covered in the marks were she had gouged out all the mutations. There was a stump of an arm coming out of the back of her."

"She called my name, and gave a nervous grin, before doing a little spin, slipping, in the blood, and falling on the pillows. She lay there for a moment. Chained as I was to the wall, I would have dashed out and strangled her if I wasn't. I was atrophied, true, and I would have died if I had tried. I knew that then. But I just wanted an end. Had wanted an end, since she had torn out my thumb and fingernails, insisting they were useless anyway, and had put a diamond ring in my eye socket."

"She said we were above Imber again, that the governors in charge no longer gave obeisance to Chaos, and that she would have to go and kill them all, but she was bored with that and wanted something new. That killing had gotten so familiar, she wanted to try something special with me."

"She approached then, thinking carefully. Suffocation, decapitation, exsanguination, she went through a lot of 'tions' before finally settling on electrocution."

The guardsman goes quiet now, staring off. The interview pauses, as a caption appears. "The subject would not respond to any queries related to 'Medea's' death. We at Oolan Sept Propaganda Productions apologize to viewers at home that they could not hear of this vile villainess's death."

>>1407190
weak. Read some Seppaku.

>>1407298

God damn you man it's almost 4:00 am here and I want to see how this ends. LET ME SLEEP.

BRILLIANT

>>1407323
I can stand a lot of things, but when I was a kid I was held down and nearly had a small sewing needle rammed into my left eye. It's just one of those things that sticks with you.

The interview returns, evidently at a much later date. Now Telemachus's hair has been cut close to his scalp, his face has cleared up, and he has put on some weight.

"They went on with their lives, not caring. Not missing a beat about what had happened. Her master, Orcus, disgraced after Semphion, accepted me into his ranks, even if I was a damaged cripple with no blessings of the gods, and to go forth, on Imber. I was given no command, no arms or armor aside from what I could find. Evidently, we had left mark enough to disintegrate the government, but imperial reaction or politics had forced an evacuation. It was old news now, though, there were still those who had memories. Hole heads had arrived, and the Imperium without force enough was attempting to win over the government through diplomacy."

"We were supposed to be an iron wind, knocking over a house of cards. That's what we were told. It turned out we were the dregs, the unwanted. No one else followed us down, we few that arrived. As soon as we were dropped, the rest left us behind, to build a cult, to start anew."

"I left, and found you, and found the..."

Telemachus stared at the cue card. He had said a lot of things, but... He gave a skeptical look to the Tau behind the camera, who only gave an encouraging wave of his hand. With a sigh, he read on.

"True path, that of mercy, and the Greater Good. Though I do not deserve it, I beg forgiveness of you, and encourage all humans to join the Oolan Sept, and be free of Imperial tyranny or Chaos anarchy. Be free from worry and violence. That's the kind of freedom I can get behind."

Telemachus glanced up, and wearily raised his arm, and accompanied it with a thumb's up.

"End!"

>>1407371
Okay, see, now *I* flinched. fuck. goddamn.

>>1407382
lol

>>1407382

w:hat:

>>1407382

Huh.

Anymore or is this the end?

>>1407382
And they took him out back and shot him.

Though honestly I hope he ends up somewhere in the greater story you've got going here. It's not often you get to see a character exposed to Chaos and not entirely driven mad by it, just... dulled utterly by all the experiences. Guess Slaanesh might've been touching him after all.

I dunno, I like the guy, pitiful as he is.

>>1407382
Moral: Greater Good is teh fail?

>>1407382
Ho! I wondered if this might all be propaganda, but damn if it didn't pull me right in anyway. Goddamn, this stuff is good. I'm really, really hoping this is the same author as that delicious Taldeer bit on monday.

>>1407382

Ok now I'm curious. I want to hear more about this guy. What does his life in Tau society look like? Do they have any further use for him now that he has made the agitprop piece they needed? Will the Host return and will he rejoin Chaos if he is tempted?

>>1407411
He gave a thumbs up! Isn't that enough?

>>1407429
No.

It's not enough.
We need more than a mere thumbs up.

>>1407449
I'm sure they can edit in a wink if you need it. Maybe a jaunty jingle?

For a moment I wondered if it WAS ALL A LIE but I think it's a real former cultist and real story, just with the documentary's spin obscuring the details.

I do wonder what the guy really thinks of the Tau empire. They did take him in, after all, even if he wanted to roll his eyes at their goofy-ass propaganda.

Anyhow OP, good times.

>>1407422
>>1407410

...What makes you think anything he just is true?

Kudos, Anon, pretty well-written story thar, and believable characters, or character at least. Telemachus' reactions to all those events were very human rather than the usual overblown "I shall resist Chaos to the death!" or "Muahaha I'm evil now muaha!". Refreshing. Also a good depiction of the Tau behind the scenes, since you can see how they're compassionate to some extent but also fairly manipulative of this poor bastard.

>>1407458
No. I want Shadowsun with her tits out.

>>1407462
>anything he just

WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN A SENTENCE WITHOUT A VERB?

>>1407462
The missing limbs, getting assbeat by a Tau interviewing him, the constant shifts in appearance which suggested he was only opening up gradually.

Plus that thumbs up seemed genuine enough.

>>1407482
By limbs I meant digits. And the eye.

>>1407467
Not nearly enough.
Not nearly...ANGRY enough!

Re write it, as if they were angry marines.

GO!

>>1407486
lol missing limbs

"Good good, very good indeed!" O'Rais, the delighted director ran around from the other side of the camera, rubbing his hands in glee.

The short director came around the broadcaster/recorder, approaching Telemachus, now standing to give him a congratulatory pat on the stomach. Telemachus stopped him with an outstretched arm and said, "Alright, there's my story. Do you have my money?"
"Oh yes, this is certainly pulse grade! I assure you, Aun'Kas Sho'Ri, will be quite pleased, with a little bit of editing and-"
"Yeah, yeah, and the money?"
"Oh, we'll be making pots of it! I assure you, set for life!"
"...You don't have the money now, do you?"
The short hole head fidgeted as Telemachus lifted his hands to the sky, tempting to bring them down with all of his frustration fueled might before, with a supreme effort of will pushed his arms to his sides.
"It's just," pleaded the director, "We don't HAVE money."
"WHAT? Then what in the name of Grom's eight boiling assholes are those chips I see you little hole heads pass around to get food?"
"First, though I let you say 'hole head' in the broadchip for authenticity I must INSIST thaurkgffdgrk," The quivering hand of Telemachus wrapped around the shirt of the director put a stop to the diatribe on interspecies sensitivity. If this wasn't so common on set, the nearby law drone might have intervened, but satisfied itself with a mere report that would be dismissed as soon as the officer on duty saw where it originated.

Thump, "Ahem, thank you. Now, what you were seeing were DEBT tokens, debts to society, signifying what society owes the bearer! I assure you, when this hits, our society shall owe you a great deal, and, and, where, where are you going?"

Telemachus, shaking his head walked away, brushing past with a mumbled "excuse me" the trotting earth caster carrying complimentary flit sips for the victorious crew.

>>1407497
I RIPPED SOME FUCKING CHAOS BITCHES HEAD OFF WITH MY ERECT PENIS

THE END

>>1407508

POWERTHIRST *RAAGH*

>>1407507
looooooooool

Like, linalool.

>>1407507
Oh excellent. I love the Tau and I love Telemachus. He must be situated right under the great shitting anus of life.

>>1407508
I admit, this story is good, but it still alcks...something...

>>1407540
Tits?

>>1407139
-ho I was claimed by, he said that I would be free from his touch 'till I asked of it, and all ask of it in the end. That the world would end by the gods that he served when their hungers grew too much for the material plane, and at the end there would be Tzeentch afury that his plans for change were coming to a close that there would be nothing more, that at the end Khorne could no longer contain his bloodlust and would slay the last thing, and that the last man alive, his last sights would be Nurgle and Slaanesh, dancing in perfect harmony, together, decay and sensation, slaanesh feeling the last thing that was left to feel and Nurgle embracing the last thing there was to embrace and then that there would be nothing. Nothing.-

>>1407541

>>1407541
ANON, YOU'RE A GENIUS!
Re write the story as if the characters had giant boobs being fondled by Angry Marines.

...ACTION!

>>1407546

>>1407548
Damn it Colin Mochrie!

>>1407548

no.

>>1407551

>>1407557
What did you just say?

>>1407507

Thanks OP, but y'know...I liked it better when you cut it off at the thumbs up. This feel extraneous and, I hate to say it, cheapens the earlier drama and tension. The last section gave us enough of a hint that the Tau were heavily editing this shit and everything and this is, well, a bit too much?

Other than that great stuff.

>>1407571
No and you're fired. Clean out your desk drone.

>>1407557
Cause I thought I just heard someone saying "I'm a gigantic faggot."

>>1407575
I'm not the OP. I wanted there to be more of a end is all ;.;

>>1407559

That looks a lot like the protagonist of Sparkling Generation Valkyrie Yuuki.

Picture related.

>>1407576
IMMA GON KILL YOU FAG!

>>1407584
Then I should like to know the name of the man who seeks to kill me.

>>1407578

Aww.

It was still amusing and all! Just a bit off in tone.

>>1407590
It's Colin...

>>1407590
...FUCKING...

>>1407598
Thanks.

>>1407605
Damn it Light, way to fucking tip him off before he finishes.

>>1407590
MOCHRIE!!!!!!!

>>1407608
>>1407614

>>1407617
Er, never mind.

>>1407617
>>1407605
ACK!

>>1407623
...Colin?

>>1407635
...COLIN!!!??

Loved the story too OP. Can't wait to see what else is going to creep into Imber. I like how you did the history of it there without having to go into ceaseless, senseless narration.

If at all possible too, let's see some more of Telemachus. There's something appealing about such a downtrodden, world-worn-and-weary sack of useless human flesh being the universe's toilet and used by everyone around him.

>>1407649
>aryan

God damn it Ryan you're not even blonde!
>>1407651
Imber is going to be my next DH setting.

Wow, a good piece of fanfic degenerated into retarded RP'ing at the end. Who'd have thunk it.

>>1407651
Seconding more on Telemachus. Next I want him kidnapped by Asdurbael Vect's cabal.

>>1407649
DEAR GOD COLIN...WHY....

WHY...

>>1407581
IT'S A MAN BABY!!!

What would it take to write for /co/?

>>1407686 What would it take to get you to write for /co/?

Whoopsie sorry. But anyway, you should come to plus4chan. With your skills, I'm sure you could get an artist.

>>1407677
WHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!?????

>>1407696
>aryan

CAUSE YOUR A NAZI

>>1407670
>Next I want him kidnapped by Asdurbael Vect's cabal.
I was kind of more hoping to see him dragged along into Operation: Rescue Taldeer's Monkeigh than to see his skin flayed off and used as a lampshade.

>>1407669
>Imber is going to be my next DH setting.
Seems an excellent place for it. You've got diplomatically invading Tau, disaffected Eldar, disordered Imperial sectors and deranged Word Bearer cultists sneaking about. Plus there seems to be a fairly clandestine Inquisitorial presence there, and plenty of room for skullduggery as much as violence.

>>1407696
WHY, IT MAKES ME SOOOO...


SOOOO.....

>>1407686
>>1407691
Git away from our writefags you /co/ttle rustlers.

>>1407705
(fail)
SSOOOOOOO.....

>>1407706
Why did that line make me laugh so much.

/co/mrades trying to steal our ficfags under cover of animutation?!

>>1407709
....NAZI!!!!

>>1407709
>>1407696
>>1407677
>>1407649
>>1407649
>>1407635
>>1407623
>>1407614
>>1407604
>>1407598
>>1407584
>>1407577
>>1407571
>>1407548
>>1407540
>>1407497
You're an idiot.

>>1407725
Pity you're famous Aryan Stiles.
(scribble)

>>1407540

Oh don't worry. Once I release the video there'll be plenty of progress.

>>1407733
JEWS SU-ACK!

>>1407559

I'm still shocked by the eerie resemblance of this image to >>1407581

>>1407761

Well the guardswoman is blonde.

>>1407753
Endut.
Story was fucking awesome.

>>1407766

Well, yeah. The hair styles are a lot different, too. But they both have the same general figure, the same smirk going on, and since they're both anime-styled drawings they both probably have huge eyes.

Sage for RP

This was an awesome story. Has this thread been archived yet?

now you see op should have wrote fulgrim not that hack Ghram Mcneil

Dude seriously you should post this on wikichan for the future generations of anon to really know of what "EPIC" and "AWSOME" is made.

Is Medea dead or not?

OH GOD TL;DR What happens.

This has been awesome. I can also just picture the commercials....

"The 41,002 Fal'Shia Hammerhead. All the luxury of an Orca, with the firepower of a Manta."

>>1409437
A betrayer and heretic tries in vain to gain some coin from the foul Tau. Sadly no justice is brought upon him beyond that, most unfortunate.

>>1409437
Traitor guardsman ends up in Tau hands; at least, I think he's a traitor guardsman, seeing what he knows. They film a propaganda video using his interview as the center piece as a warning against Slaanesh. Evidently, he had run with a group of Chaos called Geryon's Host, but managed to get out. I think he went back to the worship of the Emperor, considering he name drops the Emperor and Ollanus Pius. Or maybe not. Anyway, his life sucks.

>>1409465
>>1409454
Worth reading?

>>1409477
Quite a good read, the last part kind of ruins it though.

>>1408086

Yes.

>>1407414
All signs point to yes so far. Either that, or the Lampetie Accounts writer.

Damn it /tg/, this is the first 40k fanfic of yours I like. Damn you for making me tsundere.

>>1409845
Have you ever thought of painting a couple of minis? You know you want to.

>>1409880
Too far.

>>1409845
But...But why? It's not filled with little girls or mountains blowing up or space time rips in the continuum or whatever. Why do you like it?

>>1409911
So tsundere

>>1409924
Look, usually the 40k fanfiction on display here is pathetic erotica, sixteen year old humor, or over the top GRIMDARK violence. But this... I don't know. It was controlled, there weren't pulsating dongs every page, and there was no "BLOODFIST MCRIPTEAR BIT OUT THE EYEBALL OF THE DAEMON STUDDED IN BABY SKULLS" or anything like that. I mean, it was pretty grimdark it was just...Whatever. I doubt I'll like anything more. This is just a minor experiment.
>>1409927
Shaddup.

Also, if anybody's wondering I'm not THE Touhou guy. I'm just a sub-Touhou guy.

>>1409960
Yeah, figured that you weren't THE touhou guy. The real one would be too busy crunching numbers and memorizing every word in whatever new book WotC has crapped out in the last month to have interest in 40k.

>>1409960

There's a time and a place for everything.

...Except newfags and stat me threads.

>>1409465
I'm an atheist, and always have been. I still say "Jesus Christ" or "Oh my fucking god". It's one of those societal expressions, more than an indicator of religion.

Pretty decent, actually. Better then the vast majority of the crap here.

>>1410210
I love it. It's like a big middle finger to wait hang on I don't want to start something.

With his occult skills and combat experience, he'd be perfect for Taldeer's rescue team!

>>1410245
Yes.

Let me check my list.

>An old guardsman who constantly says "I'm too old for this shit," and gripes about being with a bunch of frikkin' xenooos.

It fits.

WRITE SOMETHING OTHER THAN 40K GRAD DUMMIT

>>1410437
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>>1407507
>>1407578

take note of these, those of you saving and posting on Wikichan,

LAST POST NOT FROM OP

admitted by disappointed randomfag

>>1410437
Do it yourself, you faggot.

Want to know why there are so many 40k stories and pictures? BECAUSE PEOPLE MAKE THEM HURR HURR.

If you want something different, just make it and post it, in stead if incessantly whining about the abundance of 40k-related content.

>>1410715
But he's good at writing ;.;

Make sure whatever you make still sticks close to relative canon, or you'll be in the way for some serious bonk.

>>1411195
See, this is a good example of good fanshit.
Not too far from canon, and not so close that is the same generic bullshit that blends.

>>1411195
As a WoD player, I'm surprised. This is 40k canon?

>>1411195
Was there like a tribe of tiny midget people that he killed? Why are the head around his neck smaller than those at his feet.

>>1411228
That looks more like Fantasy canon.

>>1411234
Shrunken heads is shrunken+Perspective maybe?
>>1411246
Nah, I was talking about the fic.

>>1411258
Yeah, that sound pretty canon-y. At least from a Gav Thorpe perspective where Tau aren't the peace-loving Greater Good kind of guys. The kind that send propoganda that glorify the Tau and demean their enemies. Very much like North Korea today now that I think of it.

So, was it all a lie?

>>1411616
What part of "the last part was written by some fan-faggot" did you not get?

>>1411621
"Fan-Faggot"

Also, this was a nice change of pace as far as things go. Reminds me of the Lampetie Accounts. And they skimmed rather over the rape and torture.

>>1412169
Cut that out!

The ending is pretty vague, but overall, thumb's up.

>Telemachus

>>1412627
Is dat the son of Odysseus?

>>1412673
You googled it, right?

Still no drawing of Medea?

None of you faggots get it.

The reason this writefag's story was actually any good was because, on the whole, it had VERY LITTLE TO DO WITH WARHAMMER.

Think about it. Sure you have your mentions of the Emperor, Chaos, daemons, Tau, etc etc, but as an experiment try re-reading it and replace every reference to Warhammer with a similar reference to...say...Iraq. You wouldn't lose much in the translation.

What sets this piece apart from all of the other shitty 40k fanfics out there is that it's more about the narrator's perceptions of war in general as opposed to GRIM DARK SPEES MARINES FIGHTAN FOR THE EMPRA. Sure, it's grim and dark, but it's a nice subtle sort of grim darkness, the kind that doesn't rely on skulls or skull thrones, and more on the loss of hope, the superstitious reality of the every day soldier, and the pencil thin veneer of nobility generated by a nation's spin machine.

I'm willing to bet that the OP has some actual experience writing things that have nothing to do with 40k.

>>1413364
no actually im a legless man in a room who reads nothing but warhammer 40k fiction and codices and given an internet connection to /tg/

and my name is cs goto

>>1413388

I feel a bit sorry for Telemachus. After all the shit he'd been through, the niggas don't even pay him.

>>1413364
Moar liek less about war and moar about falling from grace and human corruption.

>>1413552
>>1413364
I, uh, didn't realize there was, uh, depth?

Best 40k fiction I've read ever.

>>1413388
I'm coming for you! WITH STICKS AND ROCKS

>>1413632
Is CS Goto fitted with air intakes though?

DAGDA USE YOUR FUCKING TRIPCODE ALREADY

That was made of win and god, at least until the parts after "The End". Very, very good work OP.

And as a Tau player, I can see them doing something like this. The imagery and reassurances they give harken back to Cold War propaganda so well, especially the one of the armored Fire Warrior with a Tau child under one arm and a human child under the other.

>>1413857
They mean well- but they're still manipulative.

>>1413857
It wasn't overidealized weeaboo, and it wasn't "TAU ARE GONNA CUT OFF YOUR PEENERS."

>>1413857
>armored Fire Warrior with a Tau child under one arm and a human child under the other.

Need this propaganda picture. Also, Medea.

>>1413878
Which is what Tau should be. They're the mild GRIMDARK of the GRIMDARKverse. The Diet Cola of GRIMDARK.

>>1413910
Low Cal GRIMDARK. The salad bar of the buffet of GRIMDARK. The Healthy Choice of GRIMDARK.

Only three sages...Amazing!

>>1407411
TAU IS NOT WEAK

>>1413914
I Can't Believe It's Not GRIMNDARK?

>>1414614
GRIMNDARK: The Freshmaker!

GRIMNDARK Cherry

Funsized GRIMDARK.

>>1414662
Fun sized GRIMNDARK.
GRIMNDARK with training wheels.
Pre-pubescent GRIMANDARK.

>>1414667
GRIMANDARK, for kids!

G Rated GRIMANDARK.

GRIMANDARK starter set.

Baby's first GRIMANDARK.

Last bump, I swear...

Just want some Medea drawfaggotry.

GRIMANDARK!

Gritty kitty litter!