rolled 2 = 2

>>9027232

A few quick notes.

This is NOT Rachnus-quest. Cruise-control for Cool is not Tlaloc's thing. It's up to you to decide what his thing IS, but allcaps rage isn't.

I'd appreciate some drawfags.

No D100's. I know it's traditional, but after Rachnus Quest I'm convinced that they're haunted.

More rolling? I say we roll until one result comes up twice.

rolled 4 = 4

>>9027288
lol i went full retard

>>9027251
Alas, your time in the warp has caused you to become a horrible SNAKE MUTANT.

You are a hideous abomination, but at least you have enhanced gripping strength, poisonous fangs and the ability to see heat.

You're in an air-sealed pod, floating high above a quiet, almost serene-looking world. Roll another D7 to see what kind of world it is.

rolled 5 = 5

if we're doing doubles then I'll take a swing

rolled 2 = 2

>>9027305
gogo advanced agro world!

btw, will highs or lows be good?
as i seem to be rolling only 2s...

rolled 6 = 6

When is this set?

Wait what? Snake mutant Primarch?

>>9027342
right after the creation of the primarchs i would guess

rolled 7 = 7

>>9027356
Looks like Chaos did quite a number on us, then. And we haven't even landed on whatever hellhole planet yet...

chapter should end up as asps of the emperor
or something of the sort

rolled 1 = 1

>>9027385
Oh god I read that as "aspies of the emperor".

rolled 6 = 6

I've never tried a quest thread. Let's do this.

>>9027385
We'd get killed if we returned, being a snake mutant and all.

I do think alot of our fate has already been decided in Rachnus-Quest.

>>9027320
Wow, you lucky bastard, the world you land on is an absolute DEATH WORLD. Oh wait, that's not really lucky at all, is it?

Your pod slowly falls toward the surface, slowly gathering speed until the very atmosphere ignites about it, coming to an unfortunately gradual stop as it crashes through branches, trees as hard as iron snapping before it before you come to rest, cradled in what can only be an enormous spider web.

What do you do now?

>>9027402
Actually I had thought about this. How does /tg/ feel about conforming to the events of 40k canon, and more importantly, Rachnus Quest?

Keep to it or play it loose, your call.

find broken branches to use as spears, gather a group together. Find something to bind them together, so as they'd be easier to carry.

>>9027426
this.
also look for something similar to flint stone that can be chipped easily into a knife.

>>9027425
Hm. If we conform, we still have a bit of time to run around in the Great Crusade. If we don't... hm.

>>9027413
Pound on the bottom of our pod. We're in a farking spider web; don't want to get stuck in it, after all. If we can cut a hole loose we can grab one of said iron-sticks.

>>9027426
>>9027442
You kick the door of your pod open and flop down onto a broad branch beneath you. Your pod has indeed broken many of the super-tough branches around you, but most are shattered to splinters. One of them makes a convenient baby-sized club though. There are no rocks, as you are still suspended so far above the ground that it isn't visible in the gloom.

Do you go up or down?

>>9027474
Up.

snakes go up!
Also, what kind of snakeman are we? like a yuan-ti? gorgon?

>>9027474
well most predators in thick jungles live on the bottom floor. that said i think we should go towards the bottom since thats where humans would be as well.

>>9027496
You hop gamely from branch to branch, moving slowly upward. Along the way you see lots of broken pieces from your reentry, not all of them made of wood. You travel for what feels like miles, laterally and vertically, until you manage to poke free of the tangle of garishly colored leaves of the canopy, which are even now growing back to replace those knocked free by your atmospheric entry. The sun is extremely bright, and a smoldering bluish color. It hurts your eyes, but the warmth feels good on your scales. In the distance you can see an odd shape closing toward you. What do?

>>9027582
Stand ground.

>>9027506
You're human shaped but sort of scaly, and green. You have slitted eyes and don't blink that often, and have a forky tongue. Barely any nose.

stay up top to take advantage of cold-bloodedness in the sun. Find a good place to make a stand and wait for the thing to come closer.

>>9027609
I figure we would remain masked at most times in the presence of our brothers.

As for story, I say we stay within the boundaries set within Rachnus' story. We're Aztec themed, and we were tricked into destroying his planet, our fleet got decimated, and we went with him to Horus' ship.

Everything before and after that is for us to decide.

>>9027607
As it closes, your eyes adjust and you can see that the odd shape is a man, holding an odd gliderlike contraption. He is strongly built, but short, with a slightly pinched face and dark skin. He lights easily on a long branch and stares intently at you, expression neutral, before offering you a hand.

Go with the native?

>>9027650
Eat him, we're a fucking snake man, and we're hungry.

>>9027650
>>9027662
Bring him down and interrogate him.

>>9027662
Roll a D20 to eat the native. High rolls are good.

>>9027650
yes. go with him

rolled 7 = 7

>>9027674
I don't want to eat him. Rolling to incapicitate him.

rolled 3 = 3

>>9027674
Rolling to eat

rolled 20 = 20

>>9027674

I almost want to go with the Nat20, but the first person to roll doesn't want him eaten, and he outrolled the first one to roll in favor of eating him.

You tackle the native with incredibly sudden force, bowling him over easily and falling through ten feet of leaves before landing on a branch. He's stunned at your display of strength and wheezes a statement proclaiming as much. Roll to understand his language.

rolled 2 = 2

language

ROLL WHAT, LOL

Hey OP, quick question
aztecs in atomic armor is a redundancy.
are you implying there is armor that is not made of atoms?

>>9027784
You fail epically at understanding a word he says. Not quite as much that you interpret it as the opposite of what he says, but pretty badly nonetheless.

You hiss at him and he makes propitiating hand gestures, looking slightly panicked and pointing toward his surprisingly intact flying contraption.

>>9027820
>>9027772
I am that person that rolled first, and I figure the natural twenty should win. We'll be the evil primarch. Let's eat him.

>>9027828
You'll get your turn.

Remember, how our story ends is up to us.

>>9027820
Oh, I forgot. "Wat Do" goes at the end.

Bamp

There were people HERE, just now. Did you all have to take a shit all at once?

>>9028047
yup

>>9027820

Take the contraption for a spin ourselves. Try and see what he's so damn afraid of.

>>9028072
Care to continue then?

>>9028094
>>9028082

=) I remain.

>>9028082
You drag him back to the contraption and order him, with gestures and glaring, to show you how it works. He appears to get the gist of it, and straps himself into it, looking to you for instruction.

Well what now? Shall we go with him or make our own way?

FFFFFFFFFFFF

Fuck yes. I've been waiting for this shit. As for >>9027425, I left Tlaloc's fate after the two lost primarchs parted ways on Horus' battle barge obscure for the purpose of leaving room to write in whatever after that.

Anyway, I'll go anon for whenever you don't need someone to play Rachnus.

I be a faggot and then get my entire legion killed by somebody better than me after killing millions of innocents.
Oh wait, getting ahead of myself.

>>9028140

GO WITH HIM! The jungle is for chumps.

>>9028178
He straps you in in some kind of underslung cargo net. It smells vaguely of fruit and you are hungry, but that can way. He takes a running leap, and the glider is born aloft on the frequent thermals, with a side effect of shading you from the harsh sun. Below you you can see huge, slender shapes pushing aside swatches of forest, but you are soon lulled to sleep.

When you awake, the ride is over, and you are surrounded by more natives, lighter-skinned, wearing elaborate robes. You rub the sleep from your eyes and they cease their soft murmuring, opening a path for you, which leads up a huge set of stairs. Do you ascend?

>>9028249

Yes, but staying alert for trickery. We don't know how these people view mutants.

>>9028278
You trudge your way up the steps, forged of some shining yellow metal, cool to the touch, worn smooth by the passage of millions of feet.

After much walking, you reach the summit, a massive pair of yellow doors, cut with odd symbols and writings, all framed in a massive stylized snake, devouring it's own tail. For a moment all is still, and then the snake rotates all the way around, and with a bone-shaking rumble, the doors open, cool air spilling out around you. You step inside, and the doors shut unbelievably quickly behind you, nearly clipping your skin short, and all is wreathed in darkness. From within, you hear a soft hissing sound, and a pair of softly glowing green eyes open before you. Eyes bigger than your entire body.

"Welcome, little star-child." it says, in a language you somehow understand intimately.

Pic related, it's the voice.

Bumping. I know I'm slow folks, but you could at least stick around.

>>9028449

Back up to the door. Can we speak yet?

>>9028575
Roll to attempt to communicate.

rolled 7 = 7

>>9028599

I hope d7s are the ones you want.

>>9028634
D20's unless otherwise specified.

rolled 16 = 16

>>9028672

Rerollan!

>>9027232
LEGENDS OF THE HIDDEN TEMPLARS THREAD GOGOGO

>>9028681
Success!

In the future, do specify what you want to do when you roll. For now, you ask the voice who it is.

"I am many things. To some, I am a god, a creature of divinity, sent from beyond to watch over the people of this world. To others, I am a hated enemy, a false-god to be brought low and proven a fraud. To you, I am a guide."

Ask the voice a question.

>>9028767

A guide? What are you going to guide me to?

>>9028782
"That remains to be seen. Perhaps, to your destiny. Perhaps to your inevitable doom. What I can tell you is that you are unique here, in that you were not born on this world.. as well as the obvious, in your unusual countenance."

The voice grows slowly louder, the eyes brighter, until the shape of what has spoken is revealed. It is a mammoth serpent, nearly filling the enormous amphitheater you stand in in it's softly glowing, semitransparent coils.

"So then, child, what will you be to this world? A conqueror? A Demon? Or perhaps a god?"

>>9028767
"Why do they put the Shrine of the Silver Monkey in every single time?"

>>9028856

We want to rule this world.

>>9028867
Wait, do what?

>>9028896
Though the great serpent's face lacks any lips, it nonetheless seems to smile at you.
"An ambition fitting your strange origins, serpent-child. And so you shall, soon enough. For now, return to the priests who wait outside. It shall be made known that you are a god's child, birthed from the sun and moon and called by me to destroy our enemies. Act accordingly..." it rumbles, before slinking back into the darkness, the doors opening to the gloom of the jungle outside, where a cadre of priests wait.


Want to do a timeskip, or stay a baby a while longer?

>>9028985

If there's nothing interesting left to do in the present, let's timeskip to some good stuff.

>>9029021
Seven years pass, and the assertions of your divinity are confirmed with each new day. When a normal boy would be but a child, you are already as big as a man of your tribe, your muscles like taught steel wires and your fangs sharp and venom-filled. Raised by the priests of the serpent-god Coatl, you are named Tlaloc, the name never to be given to another child again, lest it sap away your divine essence.

Your world is harsh, and you learn well it's lessons, every scar a stark reminder of it's brutality, and in record time, you are ready to join the ranks of your people's army, to fight their enemies and take slaves to work the farms of the forest floor, always in need of fresh labor to replace what the world takes for itself.

Your body is marked with blood and the nectar of a poisonous flower, and before you stands the first of the other aspirants, a boy more than twice your age, his face marred by four long lateral scars.

What do weapon do you bring to the duel?

Aztec Bomp

This is us.

>>9029148

Alright, signature weapon time...

I vote...

A flail!

A flail or a sling.

>>9029148

Two whips. TWO.

>>9029251
A flail would be in line with Rachnus canon.

Any other suggestions?

Second the flail.

>>9029294

THAT IMAGE SETTLES IT

A FLAIL IT SHALL BE

>>9029311
Gonna have to agree.

You give your weapon a few test-spins, feeling the weight of the spiked ironwood weight as it pulls at the cord. For a moment you size each other up. He's taller than you, one of the gangliest in the tribe, and an experienced fighter with the scars to prove it. The priest signals the duel's beginning with a shout.

Choose your tactics and ROLL 'EM.

rolled 14 = 14

>>9029410

Let him make the first move, keeping on our toes and dodging as we learn his techniques, his strengths and his weaknesses.

rolled 10 = 10

>>9029410

Trip him up, then pounce on top of him and go to town on his face with our flail.

Smear our venom on the flail!

>>9029287
The flail must be in the form of two pendants, tied together.

If you don't know what I'm talking about, then go find yourself some "Legends of the Hidden Temple", YOU DIRTY HEATHEN.

rolled 2 = 2

God damn it you guys, we could have had something epically Aztec awesome.
Try to wrap the whip about his weapon arm then maul him with your other hand.

rolled 7 = 7

>>9029410
Let him make the first move, dodge it then biff him with our flail

We should have eaten that big snake.

OP best be writing a goddamn novel.

rolled 10 = 10

>>9029623
>>9029577
>>9029445
fuck. rollan to dodge his first blow then hit him back

You wait for him to attack you, planning to dodge and swing back. But your reflexes aren't what you thought they'd be, and his wooden axe with rock teeth grazes across your chest, leaving a large gash and possibly cracking a rib or two.

rolled 7 = 7

>>9029773

Fuck it, GO ON THE OFFENSIVE

WRAP OUR FLAIL AROUND HIS WEAPON ARM

LOL LOL PENIS CUNT

rolled 4 = 4

>>9029773
damnit. try to take out his lanky-ass feet with a swift low-kick. beat him with flail once he's on the ground

OP, you may want an actual trip to prevent imposters.

He pulls out his dick and butt rapes you

rolled 1 = 1

>>9029773
trip up man, its cool. Also, rollan to punch him with our off-hand

rolled 20 = 20

>>9029898 here. If this roll is low I'm gonna stop rollan for the night. consider this a re-roll for my last action

Guys, I got kicked offline for ten minutes by my computer being a derpy fucknut.

This guy who's been posting isn't me. Some people think it's really edgy and cool that they can use the same name as someone else and post shit that makes them look bad.

>>9030024
OP here, THIS is not me.

>>9029866
I'd do that, but I have no idea how to, as I am an eternal newfag.

>>9029442

He acts aggressively, stabbing for our eyes with his spear, but our superior primarch reflexes avail us this day, and we're able to pace him well, learning his motions and tactics before dealing a counterblow.

Roll for damage.

>>9030128

In the name field: An Aztec Writefag#whateverpasswordyouwant

rolled 11 = 11

>>9030128
Rolling d20 for damage, if he's still going try to disarm him. Either with the whip or by wrasslin.

Testan.

And roll plz

>>9030227
You wrap the cords of your flail around the head of his spear and yank at his spear. Rather than have it be torn from his hands he is tugged along with it and bowls you over.

GRAPPLING TIME.

Pick your actions and roll for success.

Bumpulon.

This thread seems to get knocked down really easily. Is today just busy for /tg/?

rolled 7 = 7

>>9030293
Flip him over and get into a position where he can't do the same. UFC shit, crazy holds. Bite his neck.

>>9030333
I abandoned this thread after you discontinued used of the d7 in favor of the d20.

>>9030372
D20 seemed like the most common/familiar. Is there a distinct advantage to the D7 I should know about?

>>9030362
Try as you might you can't overturn him, but you manage to keep him from bringing all his weight to bear. He strikes a blow across your jaw, and you return another to his own with your superior strength, though from a weaker position.

Go again.

rolled 1 = 1

>>9030444
BITE HIS HAND WHEN HE PUNCHES

DEVOUR IT

>>9030453
Wow. A one.

You open your mouth to catch his fist and he knocks out one of your fangs and punches the back of your throat.

Roll to not vomit and maybe recover.

rolled 19 = 19

>>9030486

rolled 6 = 6

>>9030444
Just try and bite him wherever possible for now.

>>9030500
You yank his fist from your mouth and recover admirably, kicking him away from yourself and spitting bits of blood and broken tooth away before you charge toward him.

Roll your action

rolled 12 = 12

>>9030526
We're a snake man, so jump him, and squeeze the fuck out of him.

You jump him and wrap your arms tightly around him. He struggles, but can't dislodge you, though you can't manage to crush him just yet.

Roll for instant-kill.

rolled 2 = 2

>>9030587

rolled 15 = 15

>>9030587
instakill!

>>9030590
Ouch.

He dislodges you and whirls around to smash you in the face, but at the last moment, a hand snaps out, snakelike, to hold back his blow. The priest has stopped the match. At first your rival struggles, but a harsh glance cows him, and he jerks his arm away to walk away.

You are both declared honorable warriors, tested and proven in mutual combat, and tomorow, you go to war.


Timeskip time, or do we wait for a better time night to do this?

I'm gonna take a guess and say wait.

rolled 9 = 9

>>9030657
timeskip, I was gone for most of the middle of this and I'm rip roarin ready to go.

>>9030717
Well, I can't very well quit when I've still got at least one player.


It is a further seven years later. By any standard, Tlaloc has become a man. Standing taller than any warrior, his every battle has been a victory, and beside him, all others pale in comparison, with the one possible exception of Cipactli, your old duelling partner cum long-term rival and compatriot.

Your worth as a soldier is proven a dozen times over. Today, you prove yourself as a commander.

For five years you've had a neighboring tribe on the defensive, pushing deep into their territory and taking many of their people as slaves. Now you have been called on by Coatl to end it once and for all, to kill their king and take his head.

Do you wage a full-frontal assault, a sneak attack from the understory, an aerial assault from above the canopy, or..?

Sigh and bump.

rolled 20 = 20

SNEAK IN OURSELVES LIKE A SPY ASSASSIN

rolled 20 = 20

>>9030797
Split the force into one large and one small group. Give the small group fire. The large group lays in wait at the edge of town, making whatever barricades possible while staying hidden. At dusk the fire group makes as much commotion as possible, driving the villagers toward the barricade, which has spears set and ready.
(Also, you don't need to run this for just me, if you want just cut it until you have more interest)

>>9027232
>>9030883

Hive nat 20

Don't forget to archive this stuff!
It's great reading.

badump, also requested for archive

Well well, two nat-20's... let's see if I can split the difference.


You take your team in by night. The already dim forest is rendered dark as pitch by the absence of the sun, but that's no barrier to a man with a primarch's eyes and the heat-sense of a serpent.

So smooth and subtly do you move that not even the world's predators catch sight or scent of you, and when you make it to your enemy's city, it is asleep, and defenseless.

Forming a plan, you divide your forces, placing one third of your men under Cipactli's command and sending him to breach the gates of the city.

As the noise and commotion startles the city awake, you move in, your own men slitting the throats of the city's priests and nobles in their beds, your own flail finding purchase in the skull of their king, such force imparted that it departs from his shoulders, and you make off with it into the night.


Roll to see if Cipactli survives. If you want him to die, call your rolls "Low", if you want him to live, call them "High".

rolled 14 = 14

>>9031066
High, we need a ablative wounds

Ragebump

Looks like he survives

rolled 8 = 8

High

>>9031099
Head in hand, your forces slip triumphantly through the forest. The head of their serpent cut off, your enemies will flounder, your armies will take from them what is useful before their bodies are claimed by the jungle.

On the way back, you meet again with Cipactli's forces. A few were injured in the fighting, and he himself is missing an eye, but his head is held high, a smug grin splitting his face in the triumph of victory.

Despite yourself, you smile too. This is your first step on the path to godhood. Tomorow you will feast on your enemy's hearts, and the next day, you plan the next war, on the next enemy.

If /tg/ is still into it we might could finish up the childhood section and start the next thread leading our legion.

>>9031191
It seems there's at least two others besides myself, so go for it.

>>9031191
Never done a quest before im down to help finish this

>>9031191
Let's do it!

Tlaloc breathed deep, and even the air tasted sweet. All things seemed to feel more significant, more real, when one did them as a king. And he was King, a king like there had never been, not just of one tribe or forest, but the whole of the world. To his chosen son, Coatl had divulged secrets of arcane sorcery, machines capable of ferrying an army across the whole of the world, machines that spat fire and thunder and could kill a man from hundreds of yards away through even the densest underbrush, which could wound even the great canopic serpents which hunted in the treetops, and with these secrets he had conquered a world.

But despite his position, Tlaloc was not a happy man. He had begun to think he never would be, for no matter how much he conquered, it never seemed enough. He was a Namacuix serpent among bait-fish, and so long as he dwelt on this little world, so easily conquered, he could never find his destiny. This he contemplated as he gazed over the enormous golden temple built in his honor... just as it was cast into shadow by something massive, blocky and dark, like a ship fit to sail between stars. At this, Tlaloc smiled.


I'm feeling kind of spent at this point. Can someone archive this for me? We can spend the rest of the while talking about what to do next.

Or not, whatever.

>>9031437

I'd archive it but im a total newfag

Archived

>>9031510

link?

>>9031543
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/9027232

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/9027232/

>>9031560
>>9031550

archivemind

Well, thanks for that.

So, how does /tg/ feel I did for the first thread?

>>9031641
You got a bit unlucky, mate. Things seem dead tonight.