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    391 KB Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/26/11(Thu)23:05 No.15065499  
    And now...Morning Reflections, with Reverend Emperasque.
    >> Jeff and Buck 05/26/11(Thu)23:11 No.15065537
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    He pens the Tales again!

    Captchaq: him inketh
    >> Just gonna get us up to speed, here... Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/26/11(Thu)23:13 No.15065565
    At that very moment, Blackrippah the Gretchin-handler was running for his life. A tumbling ball of fire the size of a wartrack was falling down the hill behind him, crushing the hunter gretchins he had had been shepherding in the forest. He risked a glance over his shoulder and shrieked, redoubling his effort…but it was too late. The blazing orb of pine sap, promethium stolen from his own trukk, and gretchin bits rolled straight over him, killing him instantly.
    Fifty yards away, Jaghatai Khan laughed, rubbing pine sap off on his armor. The white, red, and grey armor he had worn when he had chased that damnable Dark Eldar hadn’t aged any more than he had, but he knew better than to use up what tiny, precious ammunition supply he had on these foolish Orks. This was almost too easy, anyway! Orks were fearsome warriors, but dumber than a bag of hammers, and he had thrown them into total and complete anarchy.
    For a fleeting instant, the sky blackened, as an Ork fightabomba screamed overhead, leaving a thick trail of promethium smoke. The pilot flew low and fast over the trees, looking for whatever had been tearing their forces to ribbons, but to no avail.
    An angry shout became audible as the aircraft swooped off, coming from the direction of the ravaged main camp. Jaghatai looked out over the camp, grinning, as the fireball he had made rolled straight over the Warboss’s parked tank, setting its fuel merrily ablaze. The Warboss screamed and threw his underlings at the tank, trying to order someone to put it out, but it was too late. The tank exploded, casting white-hot shrapnel, pools of burning fuel, and rapidly-bursting ammo all over the area, and making a fine mess of the pine-sap drenched ball of kindling, too, spreading the fire even further.
    Jaghatai smiled contentedly. Only one more step, he thought to himself, and then…freedom.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/26/11(Thu)23:19 No.15065617
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    Gabriel Angelos, Master of the Blood Ravens, sat on a sandbag just outside the outermost walls of Kasr Vortiga, stewing in his own misery. His stomach felt like it was curling in on itself, and he honestly couldn’t keep his hands from shaking even by gripping them on one another. He tried wondering what would happen, but quickly abandoned the process, finding speculation useless. He tried praying, but immediately recognized it: his God-Emperor was judging him directly, what good was prayer?
    After nearly three hours, the Emperor appeared out of midair before him, the shockwave nearly knocking him backward, though his augmented inner ear allowed him to keep his balance. He immediately cast his gaze to the ground, apprehensive in the extreme.
    “CHAPTER MASTER ANGELOS. THE STORY BJORN TOLD ME IS SOMEWHAT DISTURBING,” the Emperor said. Angelos waited long enough to know that he was finished speaking before levering himself up off the sandbag, then kneeling before the gigantic Emperor.
    “I know. They are factual,” he said, his voice dulled by resignation and nerves.
    “Well…yes, my Lord God. The Traitors hadn’t found it, somehow, it was jammed into the bulkhead in the abandoned core of the ship,” Angelos said, his stomach knotting even more.
    “FASCINATING, REALLY, NOW LISTEN UP.” The Emperor’s tone grew dark, and Angelos felt the hair on his neck stand on end. He couldn’t resist tilting his head back and looking at the Emperor’s face.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/26/11(Thu)23:21 No.15065629
    Angelos squeezed his eyes shut and let his head hang in shame. “I understand, my Lord God. By what means shall I atone?”
    Angelos recovered quickly. “Blessed Emperor, I thank you truly. I will never falter in the defense of the Eastern Fringe from the foul xenos menace!” he declared, elated. He was to be forgiven!
    >> Anonymous 05/26/11(Thu)23:23 No.15065645

    also, just wanted to say about the H:FY thread:

    it was a great story, well written and made perfect sense. don't feel upset about it.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/26/11(Thu)23:24 No.15065664
    Angelos found his elation dying right back down. “My Emperor, only ever have we served the Imperium, loyally and capably.”
    Angelos felt his temper flare at the blanket condemnation, but wisely held it in check. “My Emperor, I-”
    “Completely,” the Chapter Master said, bowing his head once more. “I shall inform my battle brothers, before I depart. To where shall I go?”
    “VOID PLATFORM SIMGA BRAIG, CHAPTER MASTER,” the Emperor said, somewhat surprised by Angelos’ lack of protest. “THEY WILL EXPECT YOUR ARRIVAL. DISMISSED.” The Emperor vanished without another word.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/26/11(Thu)23:26 No.15065682

    All right, now for some new shit. I actually made a buffer of new posts, so assuming 4chan doesn't self-destruct here, which it may, I'll probably be posting fairly quick at first then slow down a bit.
    >> JACK 05/26/11(Thu)23:26 No.15065687
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    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/26/11(Thu)23:30 No.15065730
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    Oh, by the by, drawfags, we had some fantastic shit made for the first few threads. I would internet-adore you if you created some more. Truly.
    >> Anonymous 05/26/11(Thu)23:31 No.15065739
    Goddamn it. And I was just about to go to bed.


    Well, it'll be on easymodo.
    >> Anonymous 05/26/11(Thu)23:34 No.15065776


    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/26/11(Thu)23:44 No.15065855
    He stole Bjorn the Fell-Handed.

    Bjorn was Ok with it, actually.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/26/11(Thu)23:45 No.15065862
    Chapter Master Tu’Shan of the Salamanders, for the second time in the bizarre two weeks he had been having, found himself at a loss for words. An astropath had approached him that very afternoon, and informed him that Lord Vulkan had been waylaid, and was recuperating on a Cardinal World at the far side of the galaxy. The Primarch was comatose, the message had read, and was in desperate need of rest. Tu’Shan had been so surprised that he hadn’t even composed a response.
    That in and of itself would not have been so utterly astounding, but what the astropath was saying now – through a series of agonized gasps – was even more flabbergasting. The astropath was relaying words from the Emperor Himself!
    The relatively young Chapter Master, alone in the Astropathy Temple save the psykers themselves, took a reverent knee, though of course he was only listening to a message that had been bouncing around the warp for who knew how long. The astropath continued.
    The astropath gasped and pitched forward. Rubbing his temples wearily, he directed his own words to Tu’Shan. “There is no more message, my lord.”
    “I gathered, sieur,” Tu’Shan said. He rose to his feet, and glanced out the viewport at the nearly-invisible Chalice of Fire. “It seems I have work to do.”
    >> Anonymous 05/26/11(Thu)23:46 No.15065876
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    New Emprahasque material?

    ohmygodohmygodohmygod yessssssssss
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/26/11(Thu)23:49 No.15065901
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    The Rock was abuzz. The astropaths – in between bits of coughing and gasping for air – had announced that the Emperor Himself, along with Leman Russ, were due to arrive any moment. The two hundred Marines still stationed there were hurriedly assembling in the Great Hall, while Azrael and Lion El’Jonson prepared for their roles.
    “Lord El’Jonson, if I may, do you think the Emperor will call upon us to serve directly? The Dark Angels will always be ready to deploy if He calls, but with eight companies fielded…” Azrael left the question hanging in the air.
    Lion shook his head. “Doubtful. If anything, I suspect we’re going to be reinforcements for another group.”
    “Which, sir?” Azrael asked, checking his plasma pistol, then sliding it into the ornate ceremonial holster he wore. “There are five dozen Imperial battlegroups in service in this segmentum alone.”
    “If I know him, he’ll say the counter-Ork force that Commander Dante is leading,” El’Jonson said, distractedly pulling a formal uniform cap on. He still didn’t have new power armor, but that was no surprise: even after ten thousand years of inactivity he was still larger than the average Marine, and no artificer or Techmarine had managed to whip up a new suit for him yet. For a moment, he wondered what Vulkan would have said if he had been here.
    “I’ve worked with Dante,” Azrael said, holding up his helmet and inspecting it for a moment, then sliding it over his head. His voice continued, through the speaker. “He’s a genius. He struck me as being a bit too hesitant to commit, at times, but he’s as smart as they come.”
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/26/11(Thu)23:54 No.15065946
    “So I’ve heard, from you and Sammael,” El’Jonson said. “I’ve also heard he’s the oldest uninterred Space Marine. Any truth to that?” he asked as he tucked a grey sash over his dress uniform, decorated with the black wings of the 1st company. A Watcher waddled up and lifted a black-gilt chainsword and scabbard to him. El’Jonson smiled at the little xeno and strapped the blade on.
    “It is true, Lord El’Jonson,” Azrael said, finishing his own preparations. “He has survived over a full eleven centuries as an Astartes.”
    “Longer than I ever managed,” El’Jonson said wryly. “I’ll have to ask him how he did it.”
    A loud CRACK from another part of the Fortress-Monastery announced the Emperor’s early arrival. El’Jonson started and jogged down the corridor towards the Great hall, with Azrael hot on his heels. El’Jonson came to a halt just inside the Hall, scanning the room, and finding the massive Emperor instantly. The other members of the Dark Angels stood at ramrod attention, their armored hands locked in salute. The Master of Sanctity was leading a ritual greeting, which the Emperor was looking oddly relieved by, and Leman Russ, that scraggly bastard, was already being presumptuous enough to breathe his air, and walk on his floor. Lion kept his face neutral as he walked across to Russ’ side.
    “Lion,” Russ said casually, keeping his face free of whatever emotion he was feeling.
    “Leman,” El’Jonson replied in the same tone. The Emperor was think/yelling at the Master of Sanctity Asmodai now.
    “They are, my Liege,” Asmodai said reverently. “The second and fifth, seventh, fourth, and most of tenth, first, and third companies are engaging your enemies as we speak.”
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/26/11(Thu)23:56 No.15065977
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    “The nearest is the Ork incursion on the planet Zargh 3, my Liege,” Asmodai said. “There used to be a vast population of feral-worlders there, numbering in the tens of millions, before an Ork Waaagh lead by Chief Warboss Skullwearuh descended on it. Apparently, they didn’t even know that humans were there, but the world holds some importance to the greenskin vermin. Long ago, several Ork Warbosses fought each other to the death there, and there’s been a very small population of native orks there since.”
    “THEN THAT IS WHERE WE BELONG, ASMODAI,” the Emperor said decisively. Asmodai bowed, hesitant.
    “As you will it, my Liege, but…I feel obligated to say, though of course your order supersedes his, that Chapter Master Azrael requested that at least four hundred Angels remain here for the recruiting and training of the several dozen Initiates and Neophytes we acquired after the Third Battle for Armageddon.”
    “All but one world in the system is uninhabitable, even by Orks, but they have a Space Hulk in orbit, the Pyres of the Lost,” Azrael said smoothly, glad to be wearing a mask. “Aboard the Hulk, who knows? On the planet below – it has no moons – at least eleven million.”
    “WHAT? HOW COULD THAT MANY ORKS HAVE SURVIVED ON A SINGLE SPACE HULK?” the Emperor said in genuine surprise.
    >> Anonymous 05/26/11(Thu)23:56 No.15065981
    >2 weeks to create gear for a Primarch

    I hope he likes not sleeping. A lot.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/26/11(Thu)23:59 No.15066015
    It's the Salamanders, it's not like they can't do it.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)00:00 No.15066025
    “There were several dozen Roks docked with the Hulk, which had apparently been sucked into the Warp when the Hulk was,” Azrael said, stepping from beside El’Jonson and Russ, and saluting reverently before the Emperor. “We suspect that they also came from a nearby system, as well. We aren’t sure which one.”
    “Five companies of the Blood Angels, eighteen frigates of the Segmentum Anti-Tyranid Rapid Reaction Force with their accompanying ground and boarding units, a Navy fleet from Kyrd, lead by Flag Admiral Thammond, and nearly one thousand additional Astartes from four other Chapters,” Azrael said. “They are joined by two thousand Battle Sisters of the Order of the Bloody Rose, and five hundred elite Skitarii of the Mechanicum, protecting the Archmagos leading the Space Hulk boarders and prize team. The Inquisition has dispatched four Deathwatch killteams to kill off the Chief Warboss. The Chartered Captains have been called to action, as well, their ships transporting several hundred Ordos Hospitaller to treat the wounded and transport equipment.”
    Azrael bowed. “Accompanying them are just over fifty regiments of the Imperial Guard, and six thousand men of the Rapid Reaction Force,” he said.
    “Do not discount the fighting men of the Guard, Lord Azrael,” Leman Russ said pointedly. “They may lack our genetic superiority, but I have seen them overcome it many times.”
    Azrael inclined his head, sneaking a look at El’Jonson’s compressed lips and clenched fists as he did so. “Yes, Lord Russ.”
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)00:02 No.15066054
    God Damn it between being young for a Chapter Master and the cocky "awl-rite!" there I'm hearing Tu'Shan as Cyborg from Teen Titans.
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)00:07 No.15066094

    Most marines don't, IIRC. The old daily ritual thing only gave them like 45 minutes of "rest and personal contemplation" each day.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)00:07 No.15066101
    “Indeed, my Liege,” Azrael said, happy to return to a more comfortable topic. “They are not trying to retake the world, merely hold it long enough to evacuate what few people on the world are deemed salvageable. The ground troops will then transfer to the Hulk to help in seizing it.”
    The room was silent for all of one second before an astounded murmur erupted from nearly every one of the serfs and Initiates. The Neophytes and Battle-Brothers were more respectful, though several cast pointed stares at El’Jonson, who was looking as if he had been caught flat-footed by the announcement.
    Azrael spoke up, very carefully. “My Liege, we would, of course, be honored to follow you into battle, but…”
    El’Jonson nodded, his clenched jaw relaxing a micron. “I would enjoy the chance to lead once more, Sire. Might I ask what role the Space Wolves will play in this battle?” Russ’s eyes narrowed to slits, but he said nothing.
    “I dare say ten thousand years of practice have left me in fighting trim,” he said nonchalantly. Now it was El’Jonson’s turn to glare.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)00:09 No.15066118
    After a few more minutes of deployment orders, the Dark Angels filed out, many already heading for the armories to prepare their personal equipment for deployment. Azrael stayed behind, waiting for El’Jonson. Russ turned to El’Jonson and sighed. “Shall we?” he asked, looking for all the world as if he were regretting it.
    El’Jonson rolled his shoulders and grimaced. “Well, I’m frankly not sure. I don’t know if, after ten thousand years, smacking you around is even worth my time,” he said.
    Russ’s face went blank as a ceiling tile. “Smacking me around? Really? From what I remember, last time, I whipped your moody ass so hard your tiny nuts switched places.”
    Lion’s eyes shot open. Russ smiled wanly, shedding the fur-lined leather jacket he had donned for the trip. “Now…let’s see if I can make it two-and-oh.”
    El’Jonson ripped his weapon belt off and tossed it to Azrael, who was torn between trying to break it up and covertly hitting the ‘record’ button on his helmet. He cracked his knuckles and tugged the top few buttons on his uniform shirt off. “Bring it, lapdog.”
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)00:11 No.15066142
    EMPERASQUE FUCK YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Also for what it is worth i loved the hell out of the HFY story u put up. I thought that it was a very creative bit of plot advancement.
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)00:15 No.15066186
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)00:17 No.15066205
    Russ bared his elongated teeth and swung an open hand at Lion’s head. Lion ducked by a hairsbreadth, lunging forward under the blow. Russ feinted back a pace, before bringing his pivot leg forward in a brutal knee thrust. Lion barely dodged it, taking the blow across his guard. He spun to the floor, wincing. “Out of practice…” he said as he threw his center of gravity backwards and levered up.
    “Excuses, excuses,” Russ snarled, dropping his heel mere inches from Lion’s boot. Lion took the bait, twisting his own leg to slam his knee sideways into Russ’, their feet nearly aligned. He shot both hands out in a palm thrust, catching Russ off-guard, but Russ grabbed Lion’s wrists and pushed, throwing the much lighter man back several inches. Lion rolled his arms to break Russ’ lock and raised his knee suddenly, slamming into Russ’ jaw and making his teeth click together.
    Russ shook his head, dazed a bit, and Lion took the opportunity, sweeping his free leg at Russ’ waist. Russ was in the wrong position to block, and took the armoured boot in the hip. He wheezed with sudden pain, but locked his arm around the offending limb.
    Lion smirked and kicked off the ground with his other leg, driving it laterally to slam into Russ’ other side, taking the red-haired Space Wolf completely by surprise. Russ dropped Lion’s leg and stumbled back a few paces, then glared angrily at his brother, who was rolling back to his feet.
    “I see the Dark Angels haven’t forgotten how to fight dirty,” Russ said through gritted teeth.
    “ ‘Dirty,’ says the only Primarch save Mortarion to ever have fleas,” Lion shot back, bringing his arms up to guard.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)00:25 No.15066269
    Russ laughed, a short bark of amusement, and threw himself forward, before suddenly leaping as high as he could at the last second. Lion didn’t get his guard high enough in time, and Russ slammed into his rising arms with the force of a bolter shell. “Fighting dirty is one thing,” Russ snarled as he landed four quick blows on Lion’s ribs before leaning back to dodge the hasty counter-shot, “but fighting crazy is a lot more…useful!” he said, slamming a balled fist sideways into Lion’s elbow.
    Lion gasped, drawing the wounded arm back reflexively. Russ grabbed both of Lion’s shoulders and heaved, tossing the Dark Angels’ Primarch like a ragdoll, nearly ten feet to the side. Lion cannoned into a table, cracking one of its legs clean off. To his credit, he recovered fast, scissoring his legs forward and down, anticipating another blow from Russ.
    Sure enough, Russ had gotten overconfident, and had followed up with a charge, hoping to pin Lion before he could get back up. With an aborted yell of triumph, Russ landed square on Lion’s raised feet. Lion planted his hands on the floor and tossed Russ overhead, his momentum carrying him into a tumbled mess on the floor on the other side of the now-ruined table.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)00:27 No.15066285
    Lion scrambled up, his knees aching, sure that he had at least stunned out of his larger brother, but it was not to be. Russ was already on his feet, and with a grunt of effort, threw himself into a slide across the polished stone floor. His outstretched feet crashed into the tottering table, which slammed into Lion in turn. Lion pitched over the table and landed flat on his back, winded. Russ used the last of his considerable inertia to rock forward, his legs straddling Lion’s. He slammed one hand across Lion’s strong shoulder, and placed a fist within a millimeter of his brother’s scarred face.
    Lion’s eyes focused on the hand locked rigidly in front of his eyes and sighed. “Fine, fine,” he muttered, tapping his knuckles on the stone. Russ smirked and jumped to his feet, reaching down to pull his disgruntled brother off the floor. He slammed his hand on Lion’s back and grinned.
    “Better luck next time, eh?” he asked with innocent humor.
    “Suuure,” Lion said, dusting himself off. “I’m just tired from my, you know, ten thousand year coma. Your drunken ass is mine, next time, I swear it.”
    “As I recall, you said that last time too, brother,” Russ pointed out, “but I won’t hold it against you.” He nodded sagely, feeling magnanimous after his win. “Who knows, you might get REALLY lucky next time.”
    Lion glared daggers at his brother, then sighed, accepting his weapons back from the awestruck Azrael with a grin. “I’ve missed you, Leman. Don’t let anyone know.”
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)00:29 No.15066304
    Can you tell how much fun I had writing that fight scene.
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)00:36 No.15066373
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)00:51 No.15066491
    Russ smirked again. Before he could say something, the Emperor cut in. “IF YOU TWO SCHOOLBOYS ARE READY?”
    “Naturally, Father,” Russ nodded.
    “SUPER. LION, HAVE YOU A SUIT OF ARMOR YOU CAN USE DURING THIS BATTLE?” the Emperor asked, apparently satisfied with Russ’ answer.
    “Yes, Father, the Techmarines have prepared a Deathwing suit for me. They had to cannibalize four damaged suits for parts, but they did it,” Lion said.
    “Well, Azrael, there you have it,” Russ said, noting that the Dark Angel Chapter Master was looking a bit off-balance, even through his helmet. “Some traditions must be maintained.”
    “So I see,”Azrael said, snapping back to himself. “Lord Russ, have you brought any additional forces with you to the Rock?” he asked, rather hoping the answer was ‘no’.
    “I have, though they are not Astartes,” Russ said. Azrael started to relax, but Russ continued. “Lord Roboute Guilliman awaits aboard our ship.” Azrael couldn’t resist glancing up at the Emperor, who was deep in conversation with Lord El’Jonson.
    “I…confess some surprise. Had I known he was coming, I would have made arrangements.”
    “Beyond those you made for me and the Emperor?” Russ asked drily. Azrael stiffened.
    “No, Lord Russ,” he said. Russ chuckled.
    “Relax, Lord Azrael. Lord Guilliman will be accompanying us into battle as well, employing yet more of the Blood Raven’s lucre,” Russ said, privately enjoying Azrael’s discomfort.
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)01:30 No.15066806
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    Because I love you, SE.
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)02:02 No.15067072
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)02:13 No.15067174
    You're a good writefag, SE.
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)03:31 No.15067825
    you will never die great writer!
    >> Iron Lung 05/27/11(Fri)04:05 No.15068049
    >>was already being presumptuous enough to breathe his air, and walk on his floor.

    Well struck!
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)04:53 No.15068327
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)07:02 No.15069074
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    Morning bump
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)09:28 No.15069872
    All right, the thing I was called away to perform was cancelled at the last minute, so I'll be adding more in bursts around the clock.
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)10:52 No.15070358
    bamp to save it
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)11:07 No.15070436
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    “Beyond that,” he continued, another several ships are en route from the Ravenspire. The Raven Guard will be providing a few men, led by Corax himself. Though I doubt he’d claim to be in shape for it,” Russ said with mild irritation. After a moment, he shook his head. “That’s unfair. He’s dealt with worse than I ever did.”
    “Lord Corax has returned as well, then, Lord Russ?” Azrael asked in surprise.
    “Yes, Lord Azrael. All of we loyal Primarchs have returned now save Jaghatai, and I have no idea where he is,” Russ said, shaking his head. “I have heard rumors that he got sucked into the Webway when hunting Dark Eldar slavers, but he should have emerged by now.”
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)11:10 No.15070472
    Wow, someone's massively downvoted the thread in sup/tg/. Wonder why?
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)11:23 No.15070558
    At that very moment, Jaghatai was running for his life. The Orks had been reinforced, massively, and suddenly the paltry tricks he had been using to contain them weren’t effective any more. A new Warboss, the largest he had ever seen, had landed not far from his camp, and had whipped the now-disorganized local Orks into line. Jaghatai had seen the trouble coming and gone to ground, since there was no way he could fight them outright.
    Jaghatai vaulted the downed tree in his path, his Terminator armour taking the hurdle without trouble, and he risked a quick glance over his shoulder. The Ork scouts that had seen him were still following, just far enough back that they couldn’t really hit him, but close enough not to want to abandon the chase.
    He knew he would only get one chance at this. He dropped to one knee, letting the bulk of the downed tree obscure his sight of the Orks, and waited. He raised his left hand, storm bolter readied, and planted his other hand flat on the ground, lighting claw inactive.
    After a few seconds, in which the noise from his pursuers got louder and louder, he caught sight of a small object flying overhead, too quiet and fast to be an Ork fightabomba. He quickly scanned the sky, but whatever it had been, it was gone. He turned his attention back to the log and waited.
    A mere handful of seconds later, the first Shoota Boy vaulted the same log. One quick bolt to the neck, and he was messily out of the fight. The next two fumbled in midair, not having expected the attack. Jaghatai dispatched them both with a few bolts to the head each. The last two halted their berserker charge, meters from the log.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)11:55 No.15070821
    Jaghatai heard them stop and took the chance. He powered up his lightning claw and swiped it at the log, sending a hail of burning splinters at the Shootas. True to their nature, neither of the greenskins even seemed to care, drawing their primitive bolters and roaring. They opened up on the White Scar Primarch, their bolts clattering against his armor and detonating, covering the adamantine shell with black. Jaghatai sprinted forward, slicing one Ork’s head from his shoulders. The other charged with an earsplitting roar, thrusting its pointed bayonet. Jaghatai grabbed the Ork’s arm with his non-clawed hand and pulled, ripping it at the shoulder. The Ork yelled in sudden surprise and pain, but was quickly cut off by the claw.
    Jaghatai stopped, straining his ears in the sudden silence. He couldn’t hear any more Orks out there, and since Orks were known for their complete lack of subtlety, Jaghatai assumed that he was alone again.
    He sighed and dropped the Ork head, and it rolled to a stop against the splintered log. Jaghatai leaned against the downed tree, feeling his exhaustion take its toll. He checked the storm bolter’s ammunition supply, finding it to be just over half-full. The Claw’s charge would last for months if he used it sparingly.
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)11:58 No.15070845

    You put the balls back in balltrocious!

    (its a compliment, unless you're against balls)
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)12:01 No.15070873
    Thank you, thank you.

    51,000 words!
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)12:25 No.15071053
    The aircraft darted overhead again, this time followed by two more. Jaghatai put his hand over his eyes and squinted, staring up at it. The noise was too indistinct, but the shape was maddeningly familiar. Five more of the objects flew overhead in tight formation, and the sight finally made Jaghatai’s memory click. It was a squadron of Lightning fighters!
    Jaghatai gaped, at a complete loss. Where had they come from? If there had been Imperials on the world the whole time, then why did the area look like the Orks had lived there for ages? And why had they not attacked the Orks before?
    A loud cracking noise suddenly drew his attention back to ground level. A pair of Gretchins, arguing loudly with each other, meandered into the clearing, clearly angry about being relegated to food-gathering duty. Jaghatai abandoned his rest and charged towards them, before either could sound an alarm and reveal his position. The stubby green creatures spotted him and shrieked, turning to run, but their tiny legs couldn’t outrun the White Scar Primarch. With a bound, he grabbed both by their necks and squeezed. Both of them popped like balloons, and Jaghatai tossed them aside like toys.
    He rubbed the blood off his hands and started running back to the Ork camp, an idea starting to form in his head.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)12:27 No.15071074
    OK, I lunch now.
    The idea I'm shooting for here is that Jaghatai gets found by Dante or one of the other Blood angels, but only long after the Emperor arrives with the reinforcements.

    Basically, I want to have a huge fight scene, unlike most of the story thus far.
    This is 40k, after all.
    Any thoughts? Drawfaggotry? Critiques? Spelling errors I missed?
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)12:29 No.15071092
    >accidentally gets killed in an air raid.

    Boy, how anticlimactic would THAT be?
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)12:31 No.15071115
    The Emperor is busy on the other side of the planet, but the guys who find Jaghatai are the target of a fairly large wave themselves, and must hold out Last Stand style until the cavalry arrives.

    The bodies should be piled to no less than their heads.
    >> Thermobaric Lemon 05/27/11(Fri)12:47 No.15071211

    Drawfag standing by, work in progress expect completion in t- 5 hours. (aka, once i get out of class, get home, sketch, ink, scan, and color).
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)12:57 No.15071295
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    >> Thermobaric Lemon 05/27/11(Fri)13:06 No.15071378

    I'm a bit out of practice, so it may take a bit of time, any preferance to what i draw? RIght now im ploting out the emprasque rescuing isha, cause its awesome.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)13:26 No.15071557
    Back to writing, now at work writing up the forces arrayed against the Orks.

    Why in fuck's name are there so many Land Raider variants, geez.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)13:32 No.15071582
    No, that's great. Since there's no canon description of Isha in 40k, go with the WFB if my own description wasn't detailed enough.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)13:35 No.15071627
    El’Jonson and the other members of the Dark Angels assembled aboard the Strike Cruiser Neverending, the vessel that had borne the Emperor and his party to the Rock. The Emperor had at last acquiesced to the polite but incessant requests from his son Roboute, and had not simply dragged the group through the Warp like a fishing net. The Emperor had, however, cast his psychic might ahead of their ship like a bow shock, cutting their transit time from Cadia to the Rock from two months to a day and a half, which had left the Navigator feeling sick to her stomach.
    The forces the Dark Angels had gathered to aid the Emperor and provide reinforcement to their own troops in Zargh 3 had been meager in number, but what they lacked in ranks they made up in experience. No less than three hundred Astartes were present, but fully fifty of them were Deathwing or Ravenwing veterans, and a full four Land Raiders backed them, with a single Land Raider Ares besides. The Ares had been outfitted with spotlights, a dozer blade, and extra armor, as well as a pintle-mounted storm bolter and an expanded internal fuel tank, which allowed for it to become all the more deadly for its versatility. The remaining vehicles and troops of the Angels were split between several companies, since it would have made little sense for the entire chapter to take to the field at once.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)14:01 No.15071874
    Since Zargh 3 was so close to the Rock, the flight was expected to be less than two hours, so many of the troops aboard had decided to catch catnaps or perform simple maintenance on their gear. In the vessel’s armory, Roboute Guilliman was eyeballing Leman Russ’ new armor with a look between green envy and shock.
    “Leman…where on Terra did you find that?” he asked. Russ smirked behind his golden facemask.
    “I didn’t. A group of very shame-faced red-painted Astartes ‘found’ it for me. I have to say, I don’t remember anyone but the Raven Guard and the Salamanders being issued kit like this during the Great Crusade,” Russ said, experimentally raising and lowering his arm. The response was flawless, the joints shifting in near-silence.
    Guilliman shook his head. “Really, though? Custodes armor?” he asked.
    “Those Blood Ravens will nick anything that isn’t bolted down, bless their little hearts,” Russ said cheerfully. “It does leave me with the best of their wargear, at least.”
    “No kidding,” Guilliman said, glancing down at his own armor. It looked from the outside to be completely normal Mk.7a power armor, but a cursory run-through of its capabilities had revealed all sorts of technsorcerous goodies beneath its armored shell. A sheet of ceramite with holes poked through to accommodate the usual set of neural link was laid between the inner shells of adamantine and the carapace armor on the skin. The armor’s heat dissipaters had been expanded, and the helmet had interfaces for bionic systems that Roboute didn’t need. Over that, a built-in microauspex was added directly to the armor’s normal sensor suites, and a pair of solid ceramite holsters had been cleanly welded to the armor itself, just below the hip joints.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)14:30 No.15072098
    The suit had been hastily repainted in Ultramarines colors and symbols to accommodate its new owner, but there was no denying the skill of the Blood Raven artificers who had been unsurprisingly accommodating in his ‘request’ for new armor. The Blood Ravens had become entirely aware of their predicament, and indeed several had requested permission to come along with the strike team, to seek redemption on the battlefield. The Emperor had been adamant that they get their chance, despite Guilliman’s misgivings, but the sentencing of Chapter Master Angelos stood, and he had been unceremoniously shipped off to the Eastern Fringe, where the Inquisition was expecting him. The Blood Ravens themselves would not accompany the ground forces, but would instead support the Space Hulk boarders, who would be led personally by El’Jonson himself. The Space Hulk boarders in the first wave were under the command of the Deathwatch killteams’ leader, who had all but refused to identify himself to the Astartes regulars, though this was of course his right. The markings on his armor denoted him as an officer in the imperial Fists second company, though none of the other Deathwatch seemed to be from that chapter.
    The Blood Angels had wasted no time, according to the astropathic communications between the Emperor and the fleet in orbit above the world, with Dante himself leading over thirteen hundred Astartes and forty five thousand Guardsmen to the surface, in the most densely populated region of the feral world. The natives were, quite understandably, panicked, as their world was so disrupted.
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)14:35 No.15072149

    willco, does anyone have any pics of her even in wfb, google images isn't helping much

    i'm imagining her like a more regal eldar, or does she have distinct features? (horns, wings, ect)
    >> Iron Lung 05/27/11(Fri)14:40 No.15072196
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    AFAIK, there are exactly zero.
    You might be able to find a render of a statue of Isha used in Warhammer Online, but they're kind of generic. Elf woman, surprisingly voluptuous, generally near-naked, flawless features.

    I've got a piece fanart for her, pic related, but that's about it.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)14:48 No.15072288
    Well, she'd be as tall as a normal female Eldar, around 6'2", with blonde hair, probably very pale. I described her as having a white toga and barefoot, but that's only after her rescue. She'd be pretty padly scarred, especially on the backs of her hands, where Khaine carved his symbol eons ago. She wouldn't be particularly thin or meaty, and she might have the Isha's Tear symbol somewhere, a tattoo or something. Go nuts.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)14:49 No.15072309
    The Orks had been unlucky, in that while all twenty five of the roks attached to the Space Hulk had made it to the ground, most had landed quite close together, preventing any sort of dispersal, and thus denying the Orks the ability to swallow up any territory uncontested. They had landed right on the edge of the feral Ork habitat, and had wasted no time in beating the local populations of Ork and human alike into servitude. The feral worlders were a hardy people, and had been enslaved without any time lost, put to work collecting timber, stone, water, and what few metals could be found, to expand the Ork war machine.
    Dante and his troops had landed in the tribal gathering place, where several dozen related groups of humans offered up their meager tithes to the sole Imperial temple on the globe. The Orks were thankfully still several hundred miles away, and from what could be told from their limited time there, the Blood Angels didn’t see any artillery in their ranks capable of hitting the temple from that far away.
    Still, it was only a matter of time before the Orks found the gathering place, and fell upon the natives with a vengeance. The firebombing of Ork advance structures had enraged the greenskin vermin, and provoked them into charging their ill-equipped forward scouts directly into the minefields that Dante had painstakingly placed in their path. The two Gargants and single Supergargant in their force were almost a thousand kilometers from the temple, which Dante had built his base around with all the ease of a thousand-year veteran.
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)14:58 No.15072400

    thanks guys, will take into account.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)15:22 No.15072639
    The feral worlders had been, quite naturally, terrified of the power armor-clad Astartes, and their initial reaction to their arrival had been terror, especially since they had no idea what was going on. The Orks hadn’t gotten that far yet. The Imperial liaisons on the world had the trouble of their lives, translating the concerns of the feral worlders to the Imperial forces.
    In orbit above, the system Overlord was trying his best to be helpful, but his efforts were about as useful as one could expect; which is to say, useless. Aside from adding the governor’s own few ships and guards to his force, Dante had ignored the little man entirely. The planet around the temple was now looking like a war zone in itself, as the small army of techpriests and enginseers that had accompanied the Imperial Guard detachment hastily assembled prefabricated structures. Ammo caches, vehicle annexes and garages, command centers, vox relays, armories, even a small laboratory had been built around the temple itself, which had been isolated when was first built, and was now looking to be swallowed up by the rapid building.
    The feral worlders had been told, in their own way with painstaking care by the sisters of the Ordo Dialogous, that the greenskin monsters that had fought them so many times had come to take their lives, and that the God-Emperor had sent his warriors to cleanse their homes of the creatures. The primitives had accepted the explanation without great complaint – as if arguing would have helped – and were now being ferried up to the waiting troop transports, quiet and afraid. Dante had sworn to protect as many of them as possible, but he was wise enough to recognize that the world was lost: no force as small as his could dislodge the sheer number of Orks on the planet AND in orbit.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)15:26 No.15072680
    ....Oh FUCK

    I just realized that Dante is supposed to be on his homeworld fighting off Leviaithan and Ka'Bhanda.
    Aw screw it, that's a shitty old codex.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)15:51 No.15072965
    Dante himself was leading the First Company of the Blood Angels into battle. Flush with victory over the Orks that had blundered into the mines he had laid, his veterans were backed by a full seven hundred troops from the 15th Cadian mechanized regiment, just over half of their strength. The Guard forces were arrayed along either side of a rough canyon, the result of a freshly-dammed river. The mines had been laid in a wide pattern across the distant end of the canyon, and Dante and his troops had carefully concealed yet more explosives, including some anti-armor mines, along the riverbed. The Guard troops were high and dry, positioned along the lips of the canyon, and their vehicles were parked under camo netting on either side of the dam the enginseers had built only the previous day.
    Dante and forty Assault Marines of the First Company, with forty more in reserve behind them under yet more camo netting, were stationed just below the dam itself. The enginseers, or more precisely, their servitors, were hastily covering the steel dam with a mass of logs and leaves. The eight living members of the Sanguinary Guard stood atop the dam, their beautiful swords held at shoulder height. To the Orks, a group of forty ‘cornered’ Astartes was like an all-you-can-eat buffet to a starving shark, and before the detonation of the first few mines had even ceased, the greenskin xenos were driving through the broad river plain in force, some pushing gretchins before them, others yet clinging to the sides of rattling trukks.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)16:11 No.15073188
    Dante sighted the aliens on his auspex and clipped back into its pouch with a decisive nod. “Gentlemen, the xenos have taken the bait. We have perhaps two minutes before they arrive.”
    “Acknowledged, Chapter Master,” the Sanguinary Guard Captain replied, his own amplivisor returning the same view. The last of the servitors below scuttled back into the cover they had built, and their enginseer masters bolted for the engine-less Rhino they had towed to the site the previous day, tucked away in the mass of wood matter. The Sanguinary Guard wasn’t even trying to hide, as the plan demanded that they didn’t. The Orks weren’t smart, but they had an intuitive grasp of battle like nothing else in the galaxy, and subtlety, as ever, would be wasted on them. The Sanguinary Guard toed the hidden switch of the broad spotlight he had lugged onto the top of the camouflaged dam, and the light kicked on, centered around the fore of the Ork column. Right on time.
    The Orks didn’t fail to notice, though, charging forward with relish. The vehicles pulled ahead, their drivers and occupants eager to engage in close range, which was about the only range from which Orkish guns could actually hit anything.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)16:15 No.15073233
    The first vehicle, actually a light tank from what Dante could see, rumbled through a patch of driftwood that had dropped to the bed of the shallow river when the dam went up. Right on cue, a hidden Cadian sapper tapped a button on his detonator, blasting the woodpile apart with an eight thousand kilometer per second wall of superheated air and metal. The Orks had driven directly over a concealed box of grenades the sappers had laid the day before, modified to Dante’s specifications. The box was the size of a man, with a thin iron sheet laid in it. Beneath the sheet, blocks of plastic explosive had been placed, with a detonator embedded within, and the cracks filled with jellied promethium. The top half of the camouflaged box had been filled with normal frag grenades, the free spaces left open. The detonation of the plastic explosives tore the box to shreds, instantly reducing the tank to shrapnel and igniting its fuel and ammunition with the burning promethium. The damaged grenades went off next, their own blasts and fragments cutting among the ranks of the greenskins that had been racing alongside the tank to pieces. The sapper smiled contentedly at the sight.
    “Job well done, soldier,” Dante said into his vox. “Stay put. Hold your fire.”
    “I will, my Lord,” the soldier said, settling into his position just above the canyon wall and pulling out a piece of jerky to chew.
    “Sapper teams two through sixteen, prepare your own cells at once,” Dante said, opening the channel to the other Cadian forces. “Detonate them ONLY when the Orks are literally right on top of them, to ensure the vehicles are fully disabled.”
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)16:34 No.15073439
    I'm having trouble writing Dante, I hope nobody minds if I give him a bit of a flair for the dramatic.

    In 40k, though, who'd notice?
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)16:35 No.15073447
    “Aye, sir,” the regimental Major said, tapping his comm-bead and giving his freshly-minted Commissar a death glare.
    The Commissar was fidgeting under his camo blanket, but caught the stare and quit his movement. The first of the greenskins to pass the tank’s flaming wreck were passing by their spot now. A pair of wartrakks drove past, and another sapper held his finger expectantly over the button.
    The Sanguinary Guard Captain pointed his blindingly bright light at the point where the Orks were driving, and an Enginseer crouched behind him tapped the rune on his slate that turned the light deep red. At the same time, Dante pointed the Perdition Pistol at the spot, and made a great show of pulling the trigger. The sapper tapped the detonator, and the second box of explosives erupted into fire and shrapnel. He adjusted his aim to a pair of anti-infantry claymores, just in time for a pack of gretchins to waddle in front of it and trigger the movement-sensitive bombs.
    The gretchins flew apart in a cloud of red and green goo, their handler’s legs taken off at the waist. Dante repeated the spectacle once more with another box of explosives, the searchlight settling on one, the light turning red, and the false firing of the pistol heralding the messy death of yet another Ork wartrakk.
    The effect on the Orks wasn’t immediately apparent, but with each performance, the consternation grew. Dante knew he wouldn’t be able to maintain the childish ruse for long, but it was having a wondrous effect on the Guardsmen’s morale, with a cathartic giggle escaping one or two troops on his vox-net before being silenced by their sergeants.
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)16:38 No.15073484
    is there somewhere i can read earlier stuff? i've missed a couple of threads
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)16:39 No.15073493

    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)16:40 No.15073512
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)16:44 No.15073559
    That won't get all of them

    Here, in order.
    The madness begins
    My repressed love of 40k fluff begins to fester. also daemons.
    Wolf Wolf Great Wolf Wolf of the Wolfing Wolf Wolf
    A full recap from entry one onward, and the Emperor kills the FUCK out of a few dozen daemons.
    My shitty life endeavors to ruin the story, but I soldier on and add 14,000 words to the tale.
    The current thread, but good luck finding it in the archives since someone downvoted it fifteen times and it has a negative rating.
    >> Thermobaric Lemon 05/27/11(Fri)16:51 No.15073641
    update on artwork, sketching and scanning is complete, beginning inking. eta, 2 hours.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)16:56 No.15073695
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    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)16:59 No.15073724
    One or two more ought to do it, Dante judged. He holstered the pistol at his side and took a few dramatic steps forward, the adamantine fiber-lined cape he had donned for the occasion flashing red in the morning light. The symbol of an angel resplendent in bloody robes, a mark on the clothes for each blow Sanguinius himself had suffered at Horus’ mercies, adorned the cape.
    Dante halted about fifty meters ahead of the Assault Marines’ position, and slowly raised both hands to the sky. Seeing the signal, the pair of Devastators from Ninth Company that had accompanied him (and assisted the Guard with the explosives) readied their own detonators. The canyon widened at one point, and Dante had ordered the dam be built so that the Orks would just barely be able to target the dam at the point where the canyon narrowed back down to its normal width. That was where the trap would be sprung.
    The Blood Angel raised his hands as if in a prayer to the clouds above, and waited. Eight seconds…five seconds…two seconds…
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)17:00 No.15073739
    With precision that would have made a Necron envious, an earsplitting CRACK sounded as two huge bundles of shaped charges blew vast boulders out of the canyon walls, dropping them squarely on top of the Ork vanguard. Several hundred of the xenos filth made it past the toppling boulders, and from the sounds audible through the cacophony of the tumbling rocks, several Ork vehicles hadn’t been able to stop in time to avoid the sudden roadblock. The animals who did make it through raced forward, and Dante permitted himself a tight grin behind his mask. Orks were so predictable.
    “OPEN FIRE!” he roared, the amplivox in his mask echoing his voice throughout the entire canyon, thanks to some cunningly hidden speakers the Mechanicus had dropped in. The effect on the Orks, again, was minimal, but the Guard troops on the dammed side of the rockfall responded instantly. The mechanized units that been hiding on the canyon walls opened up with rockets and long-lases, cutting the greenskins to shreds in a blistering hail of fire from above. The Orks were taken completely by surprise, but rallied, diving for cover against the canyon walls where they could only be targeted by half the Guard troops above.
    This didn’t help them much, as the tripwires and pressure plates they stepped on en route triggered all manner of grenade traps, further cutting their ranks apart. The few vehicles left intact turned to face Dante, their drivers whipped into a frenzy by the battle all around them. A few took potshots at the man himself, though they didn’t manage to score any hits.
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)17:09 No.15073836
    You sir have single handedly made me want to start playing 40k. Goddamnit. I didnt even LIKE 40k before your writefagging. Now it is one of my favorite settings, or at least what you have wrote is. MOAR.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)17:13 No.15073890
    Just buy Dawn of War Complete Edition and Soulstorm and experiment with mods and shit. You'll save a fortune; God knows GW doesn't deserve your money.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)17:18 No.15073947
    OK, someone just bought me a copy of Terraria. I'll write some more tonight. Keep this thread afloat.
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)18:08 No.15074540
    Can do sir.
    >> Thermobaric Lemon 05/27/11(Fri)18:32 No.15074796
    bumping to update, line work done, beginning coloring.
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)18:53 No.15075023
    Any chance of a WIP upload?
    >> Thermobaric Lemon 05/27/11(Fri)19:06 No.15075154

    JK, its kinda still in pieces at the moment, once i condense it ill put up a wip, unfortuantly thats kinda one of the last steps, sry guys, its ready when its ready
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)19:39 No.15075481
    Dante stood tall, lowering his left hand, and pointing his right at a cluster of Nobs that were trying to direct the other Orks. The Sanguinary Guard aimed the light, and another Cadian trooper tapped his detonator. The greenskins disintegrated as a pair of buried meltamines detonated, casting a wave of hyper-heated air over the dirt, drying out the soil and reducing the Orks to smoking ashes. Another flick of the wrist saw to the deaths of nearly a dozen gretchins who had actually been stupid enough to try climbing the canyon walls, as a few concealed Cadian troops opened up with hellguns.
    With precise, practiced movements, the sappers, snipers, anti-tank troopers, and Devastators picked off the packed mass of green. Finally, the dust settled, and the only sound that could be heard was the nose of the Orks blasting away at the crumbling wall of rock. Dante reopened his channel to the men. “Reload.”
    The hidden Guard complied eagerly. “Sir, should we place more mines?” one of the Devastators asked quietly.
    Dante didn’t bother to trim his channel down to just the one Marine, directing his response instead to the entire Imperial group. “Place no more mines or bombs, brothers, Guardsmen. Rely instead on what we have placed, and the forces we have arrayed around the canyon walls.”
    “Acknowledged, Chapter Master,” the Devastator said respectfully. Dante nodded.
    “Good initiative, Marine, but we simply can not risk a single soldier being caught on the canyon floor when the greenskinned filth break the barrier,” he said on a tighter signal, beamed at the Devastators specifically.
    >> Ragnasal !!IDPwmdBD5xo 05/27/11(Fri)19:40 No.15075494
    While hs is typing, someone must upload this to 1d4chan.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)19:41 No.15075501
    No sooner had the words left his mouth than a huge crack appeared in the rocks, innumerable dozer blades pushing against the tumbled stones, driving them apart. A loud, primal yell sounded from the far side as the rocks budged. Dante’s lips twisted. “Damn. I was hoping we’d get more time…”
    He voxed the troops on the canyon walls while seemingly standing perfectly still for the Orks to shoot. “All units on the far side of the blockade, open fire at will. Retreat the moment you see the greenskins target you, we can afford no losses.”
    “Aye, Lord Dante,” the 15th Cadian Colonel said at once, his voice coming in clean over the comm. He cut the channel and rose to his knees under the camo blanket, and waved his fingers in four tight circles over his head, not wanting to risk more with the Orks only fifty meters below. The other Guard units with a bead on the Orks quietly sighted their weapons and took aim at the vehicles pushing the rocks.
    The colonel pumped his clenched fist twice in the air, then mimed a revolver hammer coming down twice, the universal Guard signal for ‘fire at will.’ The Guard mortar teams opened fire first, then the anti-tank troops, timing their shots to arrive simultaneously on the Ork vehicles with true Cadian precision. Just as the first shells hit the backs and tops and flanks of the tightly-packed vehicles below, the energy weapon-toting troops opened up, adding their own fire to the fray.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)19:46 No.15075540
    It was a slaughter. The Orks had known that there were troops on the canyon walls the moment they had fired on the Orks trapped on the other side, of course, but it apparently hadn’t occurred to them that there were soldiers on BOTH sides of the rockfall. The sheets of las-beams, rockets, shells, grenades, bolts, napalm, and hyper-energized plasma rained down on the xenos like a downpour of death, boiling the vehicles and troops away.
    A Sub-boss, probably a recently promoted native Nob by the look of him, raised his armored claw in the air and pointed it at the rocks that were still blocking their way, and with surprising speed, the remaining Ork vehicles rolled forward, crushing the ruins of their own wrecked vehicles without hesitation. They slammed their dozer blades and armor panels into the rocks with gusto, and finally it was too much for the impromptu blockade to bear. With a rumbling that echoed beyond the canyon walls to the jungles beyond, the green tide broke through.
    Dante pointed his ten splayed fingers at the rushing mass of green, with what an onlooker would have mistaken for glee if they didn’t know him well, and the third wave of packed explosives detonated. The Sanguinary Guard Captain dutifully swept the beam of light across the hidden charges, maintaining the façade for as long as the Orks were falling for it. The Enginseer behind him flickered the red and white bulbs on and off with a speed no unaugmented human could match, turning the light into a strobe that would have been blinding had the battle taken place at night.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)19:49 No.15075561
    The packs of explosives detonated one at a time, but in very rapid succession, just as Dante had ordered them placed, and the thought crossed his mind that he really should have the Cadian demomen awarded shore leave if they survived. The effect was immediate and intensely satisfying: now that the orks were crossing through in a single packed mass rather than the more scattered vanguard, there was no space for the jostling troops to maneuver. Shockwaves from the blasts toppled Orks far away from the blasts as closer troops were knocked into them, and vehicles flipped over and crushed greenskins that would have escaped harm had they been farther away.
    Judging the moment right, Dante opened his comm channel to all Imperial forces in the canyon area. “Now is the time. Strike with the Emperor’s might, all first wave troops.” The troops who had so successfully cut down the first, doomed wave of Orks joined their fellows in raining destruction on the greenskins below. The Assault Marines that had accompanied Dante, both the hidden and the unobscured, readied their own weapons, those who had brought something heavier than bolt pistols joining in the carnage with a will.
    However, even the hundreds of well-concealed Imperial troops couldn’t hide forever. Some of the Orks along the canyon walls stopped in their tracks, firing their weapons at the Guard who were pouring fire down at them. Dante was afraid that they would retain their positions, but either loyalty or common sense prevailed, and the troops whose positions had been compromised immediately fell back, scrambling away from the edge. None of them seemed to have been hit, miraculously enough, and the Colonel ordered them to back away and lob grenades over the edge. None of the grenades managed to reach the canyon floor before detonating, of course, but the bursts of light and shrapnel took their toll on the Orks below.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)19:49 No.15075567
    Finally, Dante began very slowly backing up, still pointing his hand and seemingly directing the beam of light that was destroying the Ork horde. None of them seemed to make the connection, visibly, and Dante started to worry if it had all been a wasted effort. Finally, the Ork swarm closed to close enough that some of them could actually fire at the Chapter Master with some semblance of accuracy, and Dante made his next move. With a flourish, he spread his arms wide, and two more massive shaped charges reduced the walls of the canyon on either side of him to rubble. The rocks toppled down, coming to a halt mere tens of meters from the walls they had broken from, too far apart to close the gap. But that was all right. It was supposed to do that. Dante raised his hands to shoulder level and clenched his fists, then opened them, pointing the palms at the masses of Orks that were now less than a tenth of a kilometer away.
    The Sanguinary Guard Captain had the timing down to a tee, and removed the cover that had been blocking most of the light from the searchlight. To the front wave Orks, the beam seemed to suddenly be pointing at all of them at once, whereas before the beam had only spotted itself on Orks that were about to explode. It seemed a few of them had made the connection after all, since the front rank suddenly stumbled and slowed, some getting trampled or crushed by their fellows. The Cadian sappers and demolitions men were kind enough to take Dante’s cue, triggering the detcords they had painstakingly buried on the canyon bottom.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)19:57 No.15075634
    The front rank of Orks – and the next rank that was struggling to charge past them – exploded into a fine powder. Before the Orks had a chance to sally forth again, however, Dante made his second-to-last move of the morning. With a sudden shout that echoed through the speakers and amplivoxes he had ordered placed throughout the ravine, he drew the Perdition Pistol in one hand and the Axe Mortalis in the other, and triggered the gilded, winged jump pack on the back of his armor. To the Orks, it looked like an angel of death had risen from the destruction. His shout called out from everywhere at once.
    “Come, alien vermin! Come, and taste death! I am the heir of the Angel, the son of Sanguinius, the slayer of the Blackfang Orks! Come, and face your end, you greenskin trash!” he roared, praying fervently that the timing was right...
    And just in time, like they had rehearsed doing for nearly a day before the Orks arrived, the first forty Assault Veterans appeared over the smoke and rocks, landing shoulder-to-shoulder below and slightly behind Dante, and opened up with their bolters.
    The packed ranks of Orks dropped, their front number cut to shreds. The bolter fire from the Assault Marines added to the unrelenting fire from the canyon walls, picking off several Orks per second constantly. The greenskins roared in primal, animalistic fervor, and charged forward with an earsplitting cry of WAAAAGH!
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)20:11 No.15075814
    They pressed forward, even as they were cut down, itching to get in range of their choppas. Before any of them got close enough, Dante opened up with the Perdition Pistol, dropping the Sub-boss that had been directing the pack, then pointed the shaft of the Axe Mortalis at a tank next to him. This time, though, the demolitions officers didn’t just detonate a single charge, but all the ones they had left. Several dozen explosions, ranging in size from a single frag grenade going off to an anti-building charge detonating, tore holes in the Ork ranks. The snipers and gunners along the sides of the canyon were only happy to oblige the demomen in their midst, attacking Orks near the edges of the holes in the green mass, forcing them farther and farther apart. Dante took the chance, and dove, his jump pack humming as loud as a Baneblade, and landed mere inches from the frontmost Ork. Without even a pause, he lifted the Axe Mortalis and cleaved the beast clean in half. He fired the Perdition Pistol over the falling body, melting an Ork from the knees up.
    The greenskin horde was committed, now, the forward army the Sub-boss had led now fully contained in the canyon. The troops that had been pulled away from the canyon walls by enemy fire sidles away, hurrying out of sight of the Orks to the dam. The ones whose positions were uncompromised maintained their fire, though that was a smaller group now. Several of the demomen crawled forward, adding their fire to the others, to replace the ones who had withdrawn.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)20:22 No.15075898
    So how are people liking my first in-depth war sequence?
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)20:25 No.15075917
    Dante triggered his jump pack for an instant, jumping over the heads of the Assault Marines who had formed up behind him, and shouldered a spot in the line open. He slid into the gap, noting how his fellow Marines were doing. Several looked to be damaged, though none had fallen yet, and fired off a few rounds from his unique melta pistol to discourage the greenies. He had killed so many thus far…and still had three more tricks to play.
    “Now, men!” he said into his vox, and the Assault Marines jumped as one, himself included, streaking upwards in a red and gold line. The Orks surged forward, but it was too late, and they weren’t in time to stop the Astartes from darting away. The Marines tilted their jump packs backward and soared back to where they had stood before, dropping prone in front of the rows of logs and leaves that covered the dam. The Chapter Master himself stood atop one carefully placed log and stared at the Orks, who were adjusting their aim as fast as only Orks could. The Guardsmen on the canyon lips were doing marvelous work, co-ordinating through the platoon leaders. Dante opened a vox channel. “Brother-Lieutenant, now is the time.”
    “Yes, brother,” the reply came. With a suddenness that shocked even the Orks, the twenty Assault Terminators who had been concealed near the second bunch of fallen rocks lunged forward, hacking at the Orks that forced their way through the gap with their Lightning Claws.
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)20:25 No.15075919

    This Dante and Creed would make a fine pair.
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)20:28 No.15075939
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    it's a good read, and it's nice to see the updates happening en mass

    please sir, we'd like some more
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)20:28 No.15075941
    Needs more dakka.
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)20:28 No.15075942
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    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)20:30 No.15075954
    We'll get to that momentarily.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)20:34 No.15075972
    The four Sergeants who had been leading the group led the charge, firing the Cyclone Missiles Dante had specifically ordered mounted on their suits. The missiles slammed into the packed ranks of Orks, and even as they turned to face the new threat (or ignored it completely, in the case of the ones lost in their bloodlust); the second group of forty Assault Veterans fired up their own jump packs, gliding forward to land in front of the suddenly distracted Ork horde, and began hacking away with obscene gusto.
    Dante waved his Axe in the air, and the first forty Marines launched themselves forward, landing beside their brothers and throwing themselves into the fray. The Guard troops noted that the front lines of Orks had ground to a halt, still dozens of meters from the dam, and shifted their fire accordingly, aiming specifically for the Orks trying to cross the two chokepoints that the demolition charges had created. Orks fell by the dozens, but the pressure against the Blood Angels was significant, and several were forced back a pace or three. Dante saw, out of the corner of his eye, the gaps in their line begin to form as they lost ground. He opened a channel to the Sanguinary Guard, who were still waiting patiently atop the dam.
    “Abandon the lights, brothers, and join us! Now!”
    “Aye, sir,” the Captain said, and he fired his jump pack up, swooping down on the distant fight. He hefted his massive glaive, and fired his wrist-mounted bolter at the Ork horde, which was now down to less than an eighth of the five thousand that had marched into the canyon. His companions responded in kind, and though they were too far away to actually target anything specifically, their strategy of firing at anything green seemed to be effective.
    >> Thermobaric Lemon 05/27/11(Fri)20:51 No.15076074
    okay, so it took me a lot longer than i expected, I must really be out of practice, should never have quit the webcomic.

    Oh well here it is, sorry its a little rough, i kinda rushed through it. Hope you guys enjoy
    >> Thermobaric Lemon 05/27/11(Fri)20:52 No.15076086
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    and then i go and forget the damn file...
    >> Ragnasal !!IDPwmdBD5xo 05/27/11(Fri)20:56 No.15076107
    Wouldn't this lead to Nurgles diseases becoming potent, since the chick (mind blank) can no longer provide cures for it?
    >> Necrobrotent 05/27/11(Fri)20:57 No.15076113
    She could only cure so many of them.

    Nurgle has plenty of potent diseases his wife couldn't do anything about but its his hobby to keep making new ones.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)20:57 No.15076114
    Thaaaat's....pretty great. Thanks a ton.
    >> Thermobaric Lemon 05/27/11(Fri)20:58 No.15076123

    you're welcome bro, just keep up the good work
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)21:03 No.15076173

    last two panels, nurgle's expression, the best
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)21:06 No.15076203

    If i recall correctly, part of her fluff has her whispering the cures to mortal ears when Nurgle is distracted; allowing humans to develop cures to his plagues.

    If shes free, she won't be so constrained.

    That particular piece also mentioned nurgle only releasing stuff into the galaxy diseases that worked pretty well (relatively) or did something interesting on Isha. If he has no benchmark, he'll be releasing stuff that isn't so potent mixed in with the potent stuff instead of potent ones all day, every day.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)21:38 No.15076466
    They dropped heavily into the middle of the Ork pack, swinging their ancient Power Weapons in shimmering blue arcs, cleaving Orks as if they were as fragile as teacups. The nearest orks turned to face the new threat, but it was too late: if they were close enough to hit the Sanguinary Guard, they were too close to avoid the power blade. The Terminators waded in, slicing at the green bodies that charged at them blindly. The pressure relieved, the eighty Assault Marines switched back to their bolters, picking off the Orks that got past the Guard barrage.
    After nearly two minutes, which was nowhere near enough to cut the Orks down completely, Dante suddenly fired up his own jump pack, and lifted off towards the dam. As one, the other one hundred and eight Blood Angels triggered their own packs, soaring off after their Chapter Master. The Ork horde surged after them firing wildly, but by some miracle, or fact of Orkish physiology, managed to miss entirely. The rearmost Guard units were running out of targets to shoot, now, and abandoned their positions, running towards the dam.
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)21:41 No.15076481
    Is this achived yet? Or updated on http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Emperasque? Because it should be.
    >> Anonymous 05/27/11(Fri)21:41 No.15076488
    You should stick in the part where that fatty was screaming in rage enough to shake the entire warp. Then he goes "oh well.."
    >> Thermobaric Lemon 05/27/11(Fri)22:10 No.15076741

    good point, i will change it. Tommorow, if this threads still up
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)22:11 No.15076751
    The Orks found their range, and charged forward, the hundreds of them still standing blazing away at the red-armored Astartes. Dante raised a clenched fist, and gave the final order of the battle.
    The Astartes troops fired their jump packs yet again, and soared above the dam. The Enginseer flipped a switch on the top of the dam and sprinted away, as fast as his augmetic legs could take him. The Orks slowed their charge as it occurred to them that there was no way to follow. Before any of them could do anything about it, though, the artificial logslide gave way, and the water that had been backing up the entire time broke free, crashing into the front wave of Orks like a tidal wave.
    The Orks were swept back towards the two rock barricades, their horde reduced to mere dozens, easy pickings for the Guard units that were still standing along the edges of the canyon. When the Orks washed by, roaring and shouting as if it helped, the Guard was there, picking them off with glee.
    Of the five thousand Orks that entered that canyon, not one lived until noon.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)23:22 No.15077374
    Few more, then bed.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/27/11(Fri)23:58 No.15077752
    Two hours later, Dante was sitting on the edge of the canyon, staring out at the bodies of the Orks that had been strewn across the canyon bed. An Apothecary was examining the wounded Marines, but for the moment, that was all that was going on. The canyon was noisy, echoing the sounds of the engines of the few vehicles the Imperial forces had brought with them. A Chaplain from Fifth Company had arrived, along with a few Apothecaries and Techpriests, but it had already been over then they arrived.
    They were already calling it Dante’s Miracle, much to his distaste. Of the five thousand, seven hundred, fifty eight Orks that had been counted by orbital scanners, not one lived. Of the nine hundred Guard and Astartes, Enginseers and servitors, not one was dead. The Chaplain was leading a prayer to the Emperor, thanking Him for his deliverance, casting it over the vox-net, and Dante listened with half an ear. It was vaguely irritating to him that the Chaplain was thanking the Emperor when it had been his own talents that had secured victory, but he wasn’t about to argue the point. The battle had been so one-sided that he genuinely could not find any fault with the outcome, and even replaying the battle in his head over and over, he was surprised to find no retrospective error.
    The Orks hadn’t just been given a bloody nose, they had been butchered utterly. The Imperium had taken a chunk from the enemy army with essentially no cost. So why did he feel a creeping sense of unease? Why did he feel like there was some vital clue he had overlooked?
    >> Wereling 05/28/11(Sat)00:46 No.15078234
    I enjoyed them! I'm a bit friend at the moment to look for inconsistencies, but i think you managed the epic feeling pretty well.
    >> Anonymous 05/28/11(Sat)02:18 No.15079058
    yes it was very good, i throughly enjoyed super disco dante
    >> Anonymous 05/28/11(Sat)08:52 No.15081001
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    good morning gentlemen.
    >> Alpharius 05/28/11(Sat)09:31 No.15081061
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    All your base are belong to etc.
    >> Anonymous 05/28/11(Sat)10:29 No.15081365

    some parts felt overly descriptive (buried explosives) and maybe I didn't read the build up to it with much attention, but I didn't really See the setting too well.

    Also, it was too heavily focused on one side of the battle, all we got from the orkz is this amorphous blob that was there to die.
    >> Anonymous 05/28/11(Sat)12:38 No.15082162
    And guardsman.

    Though there was none of that in this here story.
    >> Iron Lung 05/28/11(Sat)12:39 No.15082177
    I liked the tactics, though a little more explanation of Dante trying to "tank" the Ork Mob wouldn't have been amiss.
    Good ambush though, very clever, and not hard to follow.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/28/11(Sat)12:41 No.15082186
    >all we got from the orkz is this amorphous blob that was there to die.
    That's...Orks, yeah.
    >some parts felt overly descriptive (buried explosives)
    Yeah i do tend to be a bit too detailed.
    >and maybe I didn't read the build up to it with much attention, but I didn't really See the setting too well.
    I didn't spend a whole lot of time on the setting because we've seen it before, this is the same planet where all of Jaghatai's adventures have taken place.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/28/11(Sat)12:44 No.15082209
    >a little more explanation of Dante trying to "tank" the Ork Mob wouldn't have been amiss.
    I'll take that into consideration.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/28/11(Sat)13:55 No.15082736
    The remaining six hundred troops of the 15th were supposed to arrive within a few hours, Dante knew, but somehow the news didn’t lift his mood. One of the Guard vox operators marched over nervously and saluted, drawing his attention. He stood up from the edge of the canyon and nodded to the soldier. “As you were, trooper.”
    “Lord Dante, I wanted to thank you, sir,” the trooper said, surprising Dante. The ancient Marine turned to face the Cadian fully, taking stock of him. He had very long, but shallow cuts across his face and hands, probably the result of shrapnel damage from the Ork bolters. The trooper managed to keep from fidgeting despite the scrutiny of the masked Astartes, and Dante nodded again.
    “Might I ask why?”
    “Well, my Lord, I’ve served alongside Astartes that wouldn’t have hesitated to have us block the canyon and just charge in, sir. We would have been cut to shreds, but the Astartes would have gotten all the more glory for it.”
    “I do not hold the lives of Guardsmen beneath my own, trooper, but that was not why I held your forces out of the thick of it,” Dante said.
    “No, my Lord, you didn’t, but I wanted to thank you anyway,” the trooper finished, his voice betraying a lingering bit of nervousness. Dante grinned faintly behind his mask.
    “Noted. Dismissed, Corporal.” The Guardsman saluted again and spun on his heel, walking back to where his squad was looking a bit awe-struck. Dante watched him go, and slowly tilted his head back to see the skies darken as a colossal warship passed overhead.
    >> Anonymous 05/28/11(Sat)13:58 No.15082756
    but the ork blob is lacking too much, IMO. I didnt feel much of a sense of their command (no real focus on the boss) or their urgency or how they reacted to the incoming fire. No panic among the gretchen, no attempts to flee by smaller nobs, no disorganization as holes opened up in the line. just a singular mass kinda waddling forward. I guess that orkz, but there really didn't seem to be much there.
    another problem I'm having is with the timeline and numbers during the action sequence. How many troops are on the ground? what kind of prep time did we see? only 5000 orkz for that much firepower going off? what kind of valley / ridgeline / river canyon is being defended again? this could have been me flying through the passage, but just thought i'd throw it out there.
    to me, none of this detracted from the story, just things I noticed.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/28/11(Sat)14:07 No.15082808
    Yeah, no offense, but I think it was a result of you flying through. I did describe gretchins trying to escape, I did describe the canyon, I did say how long the Blood Angels had been practicing, and I did way how many troops were on the ground.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/28/11(Sat)14:08 No.15082818
    Dante’s comm buzzed. He sighed inaudibly, and replied. “Dante.”
    “My Lord, reinforcements have arrived from the Dark Angels,” an excited-sounding Navy officer said in his ear. Dante frowned.
    “I was not informed of their impending arrival. When were they diverted to us?” he asked.
    “My apologies, sir, but we only found out ourselves an hour ago, and you were up to your shoulders in Orks, so we thought it appropriate to wait,” the officer replied.
    “Very well, sailor. What forces have they diverted to us?”
    “Two Falchions from their own fleet, plus the Blood Ravens’ ship Neverending. A few dozen Blood Ravens accompany three hundred Dark Angels, along with Lords Russ, El’Jonson, and Guilliman. They are led by the Emperor Himself.”
    Dante was floored. He honestly hadn’t felt genuine surprise in centuries, but now, he felt his own voice shake, and he was distantly glad he was wearing a mask, else the Guard would have seen his discomposure. The news of the Emperor’s return had arrived only the day that the fleet had emerged from the Warp, and never in his life had he thought that the Emperor would take a personal interest in his task force.
    The comm operator pinged his channel after several seconds of silence. “Lord Dante? Are you still there? Come in.”
    “I am here, sailor,” Dante said, still struggling to find words. “I…I am pleased to hear it. Might I speak with Him?”
    “Ah…give me a moment, Lord Dante,” the operator said, then fumbled out the hailing channel of the Neverending, which was sliding into orbit alongside his own ship. He found the frequency and tapped it into the terminal before him. The Enginseer at the control board fiddled with a few dials, and the Neverending’s tag on the board turned green.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/28/11(Sat)14:34 No.15082994
    Dante heard the *click* as the two channels connected and the comm operator cut himself out. A filtered-sounding voice, probably that of the Techmarine at the comm station on the Neverending, came over the line. “This is the Neverending, who is this?”
    “This is Chapter Master Dante of the Blood Angels, Commander of Zargh 3 evacuation force. I am requesting to speak with the Emperor,” Dante said, steeling his patience. Why didn’t the operator tell the Neverending why he was calling?
    “Commander Dante, the Emperor is preparing to depart for surface and can not be contacted,” the Techmarine said. “However, His destination is the base you made, so I’m sure you’ll be able to contact Him as soon as He’s groundside. Dante sighed.
    “Understood. Put me through to-”
    “Wait one, Commander Dante,” the Techmarine interrupted. After a few faint scuffling noises, his voice returned. “Ah, sir, I’ve just been given a message to give to you from Lord El’Jonson, asking if your base has any teleportoriae?”
    “Yes, it does,” Dante said, surprised. So it was true…somehow he had had more trouble believing that so many Primarchs had returned than he did in the Emperor’s return. “We have two infantry teleporters and one cargo teleporter on the base.”
    “Is the cargo teleporter vehicle rated?” the Techmarine asked, in the distracted voice people have when holding two conversations at once.
    “Of course it is, Neverending,” Dante said. “It’s rated at prefabricated building capacity.”
    “Affirmative, Commander Dante,” the Techmarine said. “Lord El’Jonson has…has just asked me to ask you if your current position in that canyon there is threatnened.”
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/28/11(Sat)15:08 No.15083307
    “No, it’s secure, Neverending,” Dante said. “Please ask Lord El’Jonson what he has in mind.”
    Another few seconds of scuffling noises passed, then an entirely new voice came on. “Commander Dante, this is Lord El’Jonson of the Dark Angels,” the voice said, and Dante felt his skin prickle. He was speaking to a Primarch! “We’re reading a huge mass of corpses near your position. Did you just resolve a tactical situation?”
    “I did, noble Lord,” Dante said, instinctively bowing his head. He pressed his hand against the side of his helmet as he spoke. “I lured an Ork forward party into an ambush.”
    “I see,” the voice said, and Dante could hear a tone of weariness in it. “Well done. We’re sending shuttles down to the surface, and a few of our boarding specialists are deploying to the Space Hulk. Our transports will be made available for evacuation of the indigenous population when we’re done with them.”
    “My gratitude, Lord El’Jonson,” Dante said. Before El’Jonson could continue, he spoke up quickly. “Will the Emperor be taking command personally?”
    “He shall, Commander Dante, though of course you will remain in command of the Blood Angel forces on the surface. I am assuming direct command of all Space Hulk boarding units. Lord Russ will assume command of the non-Astartes forces, while Lord Guilliman will assume command of the space fleet.”
    “I understand, Lord El’Jonson. Could I trouble you to send a few of the shuttles docked with the fleet at the moment to our position? We lack sufficient vehicles to return to the base in any sort of haste.”
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/28/11(Sat)15:11 No.15083329
    “How did you deploy your units in the field lacking transport, Commander Dante?” El’Jonson asked.
    “I did not, Lord El’Jonson, the troops here were dropped off in waves by transports that have since withdrawn,” Dante clarified, and El’Jonson made a faint ‘ah’ sound of comprehension.
    “Then by all means, Commander, we’ve dispatched a trio of Thunderhawk transports and gunship to your location. They’re your ships, after all,” a very faint note of humor entered El’Jonson’s tone. “Will that be enough?”
    “Indeed, Lord El’Jonson. That will be more than enough.” In actuality, most of the Guard troops would have to ride back in the Chimeras, but if he ordered the second, incoming half of the 15th regiment to return, that would probably be enough.
    “Then I look forward to meeting you at the end of the campaign, Commander Dante. Good luck,” El’Jonson said with finality.
    “Likewise, Lord El’Jonson,” Dante said, and cut the channel. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then turned to face the Astartes and Guard units who were treating the wounded and preparing their vehicles for the return to the base. “Pull back the recon teams and prepare for evac,” Dante said over his local comm, and all the heads he could see snapped up to face him. “I have to go and meet our reinforcements at the base.”
    >> Alpharius 05/28/11(Sat)17:05 No.15084398
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    >> Alpharius 05/28/11(Sat)17:05 No.15084400
    forgot text lol.

    >> Anonymous 05/28/11(Sat)17:08 No.15084425

    Nurgle = Alpha
    Slaanesh = butthurt beta faggot
    >> Alpharius 05/28/11(Sat)17:11 No.15084452
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    >> Anonymous 05/28/11(Sat)17:13 No.15084480

    H-Hey N-N-Nurgle... meet this Eldar G-Godess I just captur-
    She's mine now, I'm taking her
    B-B-But I c-captured her... she's mi-
    I said she's mine you little bitch, don't make me come over there
    >> Alpharius 05/28/11(Sat)17:14 No.15084491
    ok, someone needs to make that into a comic.
    >> Iron Lung 05/28/11(Sat)17:35 No.15084668

    Tell me you wrestled with this word.
    Fripplin' High Gothic.

    But aye, MOAR!
    >> Anonymous 05/28/11(Sat)18:30 No.15085092
    If that was the case, then why did Nurgle need to FIGHT him for her?
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/28/11(Sat)18:51 No.15085278
    OK back, sorry for the delay. I'll dump some more tonight. I'm getting a bit tired of "Space Marines meet Emperasque, hilarity ensues," and I imagine you all are too, so I'm having a bit of trouble with it.
    >> Anonymous 05/28/11(Sat)18:52 No.15085289


    But to be serious, I DID like the way you handled him meeting Angelos.
    >> Anonymous 05/28/11(Sat)18:58 No.15085321
    Actually it was seriously the best part about all this.
    I am loving every word of it.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/28/11(Sat)19:24 No.15085562
    Well all right, I'm going to see how the Blood Angels react to seeing a Custodes in action first.

    Honestly, I'm a bit surprised nobody mentioned the Custodes Armor from Retribution being here even though I said DoW canon was only partially applicable to this game.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/28/11(Sat)19:37 No.15085657
    >to this game
    >*to this story
    >> Anonymous 05/28/11(Sat)19:39 No.15085672
    I think all the surprise was left in that one blood ravens thread where everyone was laughing at all the "relics" found by the blood ravens
    >> new guy 05/28/11(Sat)20:08 No.15085898
    you konw what would be awesome? a meeting between the emperasque and the Reasonable Marines. (http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Reasonable_Marines http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Reasonable_Marines)
    >> Ragnasal !!IDPwmdBD5xo 05/28/11(Sat)20:15 No.15085957
    Needs moar Tyranids.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/28/11(Sat)20:15 No.15085962
    Fair enough.

    OK, I'm done with the next chunk, then I'll get going on the next.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/28/11(Sat)20:39 No.15086150
    At nearly the same moment, the two infantry teleporters in the well-defended core of the base spun to life. A Ravenwing Sergeant was first out of one, and Leman Russ, clad in his shimmering gold Custodes armor, was second. Immediately, the trio of Skitarii who had been guarding the teleporters snapped to attention, even their Mechanicum training teaching them what the golden armor meant. The Ravenwing ignored the red-coated troopers and marched out the door, while the Custodes paused and cocked his head.
    “Lads, what’s the frequency for the base commander when Lord Dante’s away?” he asked in a heavy accent the vox-unit in his helmet couldn’t conceal.
    “Sir! Theta 814, sir!” one of the Skitarii said promptly. The Custodes fiddled with helmet for a moment before nodding.
    “My thanks, troopers. As you were,” he said, following the Ravenwing towards the door. The teleporter spooled up again, and a flash of red light heralded the arrival of a large Astartes in Ultramarine armor. The Marine wasn’t wearing a helmet, and had a pair of large, green boxes in his hands. He nodded an acknowledgement to the Skitarii. Their leader saluted again, though of course he was under no obligation to show obedience to an Astartes than any other member of the Mechanicum, then paused. The man’s face was familiar, somehow.
    The Ultramarine stepped off the teleporter as another Ravenwing followed through the opposite one, looking none the worse for his journey. The Skitarii followed the Ultramarine with his augmetic eyes, before realization finally hit him: It was Lord Guilliman himself. He turned to face his squad mates, who also seemed to have made the sight. They watched him go with awe.
    >> Anonymous 05/28/11(Sat)20:59 No.15086316
    >who also seem to have made the sight.
    Did you mean connection/realisation?
    >> Anonymous 05/28/11(Sat)21:10 No.15086426

    Does the Emprasque play Dwarf Fortress?

    Doies he have version 1.0?
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/28/11(Sat)21:17 No.15086484
    The procession continued, with members of the Dark Angels and several other chapters walking out of the teleporter, though no Terminators seemed to be among them. Finally, a handful of servitors passed through, a few armed, but most simply hauling crates. The roar of a shuttle’s engines came from outside the building as a pair of Aquila landers arrived on the pads Dante had ordered built as soon as the Guard forces had arrived. The Skitarii couldn’t see it, of course, but far above, on the Space Hulk Pyres of the Lost, several more shuttles and a single Thunderhawk docked as well. The temporary docking bay of the Hulk boarding team had been a choice of necessity. The Hulk had clearly been formed from no fewer than six vessels of cruiser-weight or higher, with who knew how many smaller vessels merged with it over time. The core of the ship was what sure looked to the Mechanicus like a Battle Barge, but no two vessels merged into its hull looked the same.
    Lion El’Jonson walked down the ramp of his Thunderhawk and glanced around the bay, his hastily-repaired Terminator armor shining faintly. The room had clearly seen action: several bulkheads had fresh holes in them, and there were scattered piles of Ork body parts strewn around. Fragments of bolts decorated several, while two had plasma burns on what was left of their bodies.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/28/11(Sat)21:19 No.15086494
    I meant 'made' as in 'connected the memories,' so
    >who also had made the connection between the face they saw and images of Guilliman they had seen in the past
    >> Ragnasal !!IDPwmdBD5xo 05/28/11(Sat)21:20 No.15086506
    I just got an amazing idea. Swarmlord versus Emperasque. The battle of the century.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/28/11(Sat)21:29 No.15086584
    I like that.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/28/11(Sat)21:49 No.15086760
    Two Imperial Fists Terminators were guarding the hatch out, while four Apothecaries in as many chapter colors were tending to a group of mauled Terminators in the corner, removing components from their downed brothers’ armor to get at the wounded men inside. Their armor was pocked with black scars, and one was visibly leaking blood through them. The acid blood ate away at the deck beneath the wound.
    Seven Ordo Hospitaller Sisters were clustered around a hololith being tended by a single Mechanicum Magos, who was fiddling with the device. Rounding out the group, a pack of over fifty more members of the Mechanicum were huddled around several incense burners and prayer scrolls, some whispering to a collection of technological knickknacks on the deck. Finally, another Imperial Fists Terminator, in Veteran Sternguard Sergeant colors no less, stood at the end of the ramp, his massive armored form covered in dust and viscous bits of Ork. He raised one arm and saluted as best his massive pauldrons would let him. “It is good to see the Dark Angels willing to get their hands dirty against these xenos filth. Welcome to the Pyres of the Lost, battle-brothers.”
    “Thank you, brother,” El’Jonson said, activating his armor’s identity tag. The other Terminator paused for a moment as his cogitator recognized the signal, then did a visible double take at the attached name. He looked at the Dark Angel Primarch, his helm recoiling.
    “Lord El’Jonson, you honor us greatly. Will you be leading this force personally?”
    “I shall, Sergeant,” El’Jonson replied evenly, reaching the bottom and returning the salute. “I expect that the forces aboard are running into resistance?”
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/28/11(Sat)22:06 No.15086892
    “They are, my Lord,” the Sergeant said, gesturing over his shoulder to the rest of the ship. Behind El’Jonson, several ranks of Dark Angels descended the rank, and much to the Imperial Fists’ surprise, a quartet of Blood Raven Librarians. A handful of close combat servitors lumbered down behind them. The shuttles behind them landed as well, their engines clicking in the cold air aboard the Hulk. Their ramps dropped as well, each allowing out a few more Astartes in Blood Raven and Dark Angel colors. The Sergeant opened a channel to the Deathwatch Killteam commander aboard, and let El’Jonson in on the frequency with the tap of a key.
    “Commander Revka, this is Sergeant Saddler. The Dark Angel reinforcements are here. They are backed by four Blood Raven squads.”
    “Very well, Brother-sergeant, direct them to point gamma and set them lose once they have been brought up to speed on the battle plan,” a gravelly voice replied, with the faint sounds of bolter fire echoing through the channel.
    “Sir, they are led by Lord Lion El’Jonson,” the Sergeant added. The line stayed open, allowing the two men to hear the brief pause in the sounds of bolters going off, before resuming.
    “I see. My instruction stands.”
    El’Jonson’s eyes widened behind his mask. “Commander, this is Lord El’Jonson. I have been dispatched by the Emperor to assume command of the Space Hulk boarding team.”
    “I understand. Please realize that my team is operating under direct authority of the Inquisitorix Ordos Xenos.”
    “And the authority of a the Emperor overrides that by no small margin, Commander. Need I meet you in person and prove it?” El’Jonson shot back, his voice going cold.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/28/11(Sat)22:20 No.15087081
    “No, my Lord, my command is yours,” the Deathwatch Marine said. “I apologize.”
    “Good,” El’Jonson said, thumbing his comm-line off contemptuously. The Imperial Fists Sergeant stared at him uncomfortably. The Dark Angel Primarch shook his head slowly, then directed his gaze to the Sergeant, who returned to attention.
    “Commander Revka was a Lieutenant in my Company before I was elevated to the 1st, my Lord. He is a brilliant soldier, though he lacks entirely in imagination. I apologize for his hesitation.”
    The Lion shifted his massive shoulders. “It is no fault of yours, Sergeant, but I would rather take command WITHOUT having to step on Inquisitorial toes, not that I care what they think,” he said disdainfully.
    “As you will it, my Lord. How may I assist you?” Saddler said, dropping back to his normal posture.
    “Get me a holomap of the parts of the ship we’ve cleared so far, Brother-Sergeant, and deploy the combat servitors I brought with me as you see fit. The Astartes I will hold with me until I have the chance to review the Daethwatch boarding plan and distribution orders,” El’Jonson said, gesturing at the flickering hololith in the corner.
    “At once, Lord El’Jonson,” Saddler said, walking briskly over to the Magos and his Sororitas escort. He halted a few meters away from them. “Sisters, Magos, I need to show-”
    “You’ll show nothing,” the old Magos said irritably. “The blasted interoctrac has fried. I have to install a replacement. It’ll be up and running in five minutes and not before.”
    “Praise the Emperor for small favors, he managed to find a replacement at all,” one of the Sororitas muttered irreverently, drawing a cool glare from the Magos.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/28/11(Sat)22:58 No.15087490
    “Perhaps you could find new wellsprings of motivation?” El’Jonson said in a neutral tone. The Magos spun on his no doubt augmetic heel and stared the Primarch down.
    “I don’t know who you are, Astartes, but I will not be talked down to like-”
    “I can rectify that, Magos,” El’Jonson said mildly. “I am Lord Lion El’Jonson, Primarch of the Dark Angels, and the newly anointed leader of the task group.”
    The Magos’ eyebrows – about the only organic part of his face left by the look of it – rose dramatically. The Sororitas turned to face El’Jonson as one, several with hanging jaws. El’Jonson decided it was time for a little theatre, and lifted his helmet with a whistling of escaping air. A few Battle Sisters gasped in recognition. As one, they kneeled, several also making the sign of the Aquila. El’Jonson let the moment draw out for a moment, then pointed at the hololith with an impatient face. The Magos spun back around hastily, and resumed his repairs. El’Jonson reattached his helmet and gestured to the Sororitas to rise. The Magos muttered a prayer under his breath and tapped the activation rune on the hololith, and a spinning map of the Space Hulk’s interior rose from its projector plate.
    Saddler stepped forth and poked a finger into the shimmering mess of wires and dots. “These, Lord El’Jonson, are the rooms we’ve cleared so far. Red chambers are contested, yellow are under our control, green secured, and blue both secured and patrolled by our forces.”
    El’Jonson stepped up to the map and nodded slowly, his brain unraveling the image. Only a tiny portion of the Hulk’s interior was mapped, the rest represented by unmarked gray. Presumably, as new corridors were found, they would appear on the map. Only the dock itself a few dozen chambers outside it were colored blue.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/28/11(Sat)23:14 No.15087615
    The forces he had brought with him assembled in ranks behind him, waiting for his orders. An Enginseer took control of the servitors and walked them out the hatch to the corridor beyond, presumably to add them to the troops patrolling the secure beachhead. After studying the map for a few more seconds in silence, El’Jonson turned to Saddler. “Brother-Sergeant, where is this gamma point the Commander wanted us to reach?”
    “Here, sir,” Saddler said, poking his armored finger into the map at a red room. “The Orks are dug in deep here, and while we have the numbers to dislodge them, this calls for subtlety. There’s a power room next to the Ork gun nest, where energy from the main plant would be diverted to other parts of the ship. If we blow it up, this entire portion of the ship will lose atmosphere, gravity, and hatch control. We’ll be stuck.”
    “Then I’ll lead the fireteam personally,” El’Jonson said, turning to the Blood Raven Librarians. “This is your chance, Blood Ravens. Earn your redemption in the Emperor’s eyes.”
    “We will never fail you, Lord El’Jonson,” one of the Librarians said, bowing his head reverently. “How can we serve?”
    “Get to this chamber,” El’Jonson said, pointing at the hologram. The room he selected was several back from the Ork gun nest. “I’ll be along presently.”
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/28/11(Sat)23:42 No.15087834
    Vulkan leaned back against the pillows at the top of his bed, and let the relaxing breeze from the open window blow over him. The salty winds felt as soothing as a massage on his bare skin, and was infinitely better than the foul air of the unnamed Daemon World on which he had been trapped for so long. The moment he had awoken in the Sororitas convent, he had been bewildered by the sights around him, unfamiliar as he was with extent to which the Imperium had changed in his absence. The Cardinal had explained the situation in the galaxy at length, and skilled orator as he was, Vulkan was able to pierce through the religious folderol to learn that the Imperium had essentially fallen to pieces in the last nine millennia.
    The realization that the Imperium had resorted to religion, of all things, to keep the masses under control had been like a hammerblow. Had not the will of the Emperor been that there was to be no worship of deity? The garbage the Cardinal had been spouting smacked of Lorgar, every word.
    Vulkan had impressed upon the Cardinal that his recovery would be best spent on the pleasure world below, to the Cardinal’s infinite disappointment. He had insisted, however, so what could the old man do but obey? He had relented and called in a favor with a friend on the surface below, who had been utterly overjoyed at the prospect of the Primarch staying at his resort for a few days. The next few days had been a blur, as Vulkan’s weary mind and body had swam in and out of a nightmare for time. On one occasion, upon waking up, he had found that his beloved iron chisel had been left behind, and he nearly tore out a bulkhead of his shuttle in a blind panic before a Sororitas who had accompanied him pointed out that it was still safely in the cargo hold.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)00:06 No.15088034
    He had landed on Sedris’s Fortune in a deep sleep, and had awoken to find that the Sororitas guard had left him in a guest apartment with a single Sister to keep an eye on him while he slept. She had immediately offered whatever service she could to keep him comfortable during his rehabilitation, but he had found simple human company to be more pleasant than any medicine or workout. She had been entirely overawed to find herself in his company, and he had learned to his surprise that she was a mere twenty years old; he would have guessed half that again from the wicked scars on her back and arms.
    The other guards had cycled out, keeping a tight but discreet guard over the estate grounds during Vulkan’s rest. The owner had been on the other side of the planet at the time, and so had granted Vulkan run of the estate until his return. He had been intimidated as hell by the power-armored Sisters, but, being an old friend of the Cardinal, hadn’t objected to their presence. The first few days had been spent simply enjoying the opportunity to sleep without being eaten, and when the owner returned, he had happily granted Vulkan and his ersatz bodyguard a master key to the grounds, which included, to Vulkan’s pleasant surprise, a very well-appointed gymnasium.
    The Sororitas guards around the place kept the fences surrounding the mansion secure, so for the first time in nine thousand years, Vulkan could truly feel safe. He was under no impressions of its permanence, however, since he was sure that he would have to return to command of the Salamanders eventually.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)00:14 No.15088105
    Until then, the company of the young Sister had been a treasure in itself to the contact-starved Primarch. Her name was Julia, of the Order of the Eternal Gate, and she was as reliable a source of information about the Imperium as any Astropath Vulkan had ever met. The two of them had made a habit of jogging with whichever Sororitas happened to be off-duty that day, though it had had to wait until Vulkan found clothes that would fit his gigantic body. The workout – unharried by flocks of gargoyles and warp sprites – was a pleasure to him, and after two days of rest, and two days of exercise and conversation, he could finally feel the horrors of the warp fading from his mind.
    Julia, once she had been convinced not to genuflect every time he opened his mouth, had been delighted to act as his guide to the new Imperium, and had, upon his request, sent an astropathic message to Nocturne, telling the Salamanders that his return would be soon. She had further gone out of her way to provide him with her own personal preferences of local foods, which their host in turn had provided.
    All in all, it was about the most relaxing period of Vulkan’s life, and he savored it, knowing that he would have to return to service soon enough.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)00:19 No.15088145
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    I am alone in this thread.
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)00:20 No.15088156
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    pic unrelated.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)00:21 No.15088164
    Okay, good. I was afraid that I was posting in an empty thread when i was the only one here for two hours.
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)00:24 No.15088188
    Seriously, this is amazing.
    Will drawfag when I see the next thread.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)00:25 No.15088201
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    That is awesome, and if the past is any measure of history, the thread may well live until tomorrow.
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)00:33 No.15088260
    If it lives, it shall be done!

    > partin 'Genetic

    Parting, yes, was just about to do that.
    Good-night! Good-night! Parting is such sweet sorrow...
    .. Genetic?
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)00:37 No.15088281
    Actually, I'm a bit surprised, the Emperasque threads seem to be lasting longer and longer because I'm the only major poster. The first two thread had huge amounts of people critiquing or commenting, and lots of drawfagging. The last four have been more or less me posting walls of text with the occasional person posting to say MOAR or something. That's appreciated, don't get me wrong, but I'm wondering if the novelty of the Emperor who became a Tarrasque has worn off.
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)00:39 No.15088298

    I'm not wasting posts, but I'm checking in every so often.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)00:40 No.15088305
    I don't think that pointing out parts you liked or disliked is 'wasting,' but I appreciate that You're at least checking in.
    >> Iron Lung 05/29/11(Sun)00:43 No.15088318
    I think you're correct that the novelty is gone -but the epic of the Emperor's return is ongoing and intensely entertaining.
    Really, the gimmick has been transcended. We're in for the complete haul.
    There is somewhat less to say. I'd wager you've still got legions of readers, however.
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)00:47 No.15088349
    Been following since day 1, I never post as to save post for you. Though after this big battle part maybe reintroduce the humor, Bjorn was priceless. But besides carry on oh god amongst writefags.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)00:51 No.15088380
    Fair enough.

    Then let me be frank: when I started this clusterfuck, I planned on stopping perhaps 3,000 words in.

    I'm at 61,248 words.

    I've reached syndicated, published novel length and I'm maybe 3/4ths done by the most conservative estimate I can make. I still have to have an excuse to work Cypher into the story like I promised, I have to find a way to work Jaghatai's shenanigans in like I promised, and would feel terrible if I didn't find a way to work more Raven Guard in too.
    I have a vague idea for an ending in mind, but I haven't planned one out specifically. I want to make spin-off stories about Gabriel Angelos working with the Deathwatch for the Blue Daggers, I want to write about how Isha will settle in on the Exodite worlds, and I want to write about the baffling bullshit that goes on behind the scenes on Earth while the Emperor is running around getting shit done.

    Problem is, while I want to do all this, and thanks to my continuing unemployment I have the time, I have NO idea how much interest there is in reading it all. The wiki page is an unwieldy mess and I hate editing wikis, and frankly, the amount of time it would take to read the whole backstory at this point is enough to dissuade any new readers. I'm going to keep going, but how much longer am I going to retain what audience I have?
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)00:51 No.15088385
    I'll be honest, this is the only 40k stuff I have ever given a damn about, and I'm giving a whole hell of a damn right now. It's just GOOD.
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)00:54 No.15088412

    I, for one, appreciate all the effort you're putting in to this and look forward to when I refresh the page and see a new post or 5
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)00:56 No.15088429
    Man I don't know how you're going to work Ynnead or Cegorach or Khaine into this. Perhaps Isha glues Khaine back together or some shit.
    >> Thermobaric Lemon 05/29/11(Sun)00:56 No.15088430

    Let me give my opinion, at least in my eyes, the emperasque is now your story someone else, it was made by anon, but its your baby now.
    you have a significant readership, but because its yours we dont want to interrupt or throw in our own ideas should they contradict yours.
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)00:58 No.15088441
    Oh, and the Tyranids and the C'tan and the Necrons and all that.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)01:00 No.15088456
    Well, I really do like hearing that.

    I'm lucky: my first forays into fanfiction were into an audience that had been hardened by a master. Well, mistress; AMRAAM was her handle, and she wrote publication-quality short stories for this one Total Annihilation website I used to live on. I never really had a chance to get complacent, I had to press myself to write better and better all the time thanks to competition, so I never sank into the pitfalls of FanFiction.net or anything like that (though I do have an account there under an assumed name, come to think of it).

    The feedback I get here is vital. The longest story I ever wrote is an 84,957 word fanfiction for Supreme Commander I never even finished, because people just stopped caring, both about the story and the game itself.

    I don't see my audience dwindling away entirely here but I can guarantee that this is the first step I'll take to becoming a published author some day. I can't get there without support from people who like what I do; for I am shitty at outlining stories, and I'll never finish if I can't put myself through the effort of writing an ending, and I'll never write the ending if I can't hear from people who think what I'm doing is worthwhile.

    (what i just wrote is probably enough to identify me come to think of it, but meh, two or three people on here know my name anyway)
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)01:02 No.15088471
    Oh hell, I'm not even touching the Eldar pantheon past Isha, the rest of them are damn crazy. Khaine is good for a laugh, and I like the /tg/canon that the Emperor's brain played poker with Cegorach in slow decades, but I just don't see how I can do that.

    But what am I saying, this is a story about how the Emperor is the Tarrasque. I could probably find a way.
    >> Ragnasal !!IDPwmdBD5xo 05/29/11(Sun)01:07 No.15088504
    I wake up every day with a cup of coffee, just to read these threads. Been here since day one, and you've inspired me to actually stop lurking and start posting the random ass ideas I get... Nidhoggr.
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)01:08 No.15088506

    speaking of the emprah being a tarrasque

    can we see something that reflects just how damn tough a tarrasque is? beyond how powerful the emps is combined with a tarrasque? he's gotta be one tough to kill son of a bitch.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)01:13 No.15088558
    Well, I did have the bit about how las-bolts don't even damage him back when he fought the Chaos Predator, and then ripped the turret off. You mean more of that? I'm sort of building up to it with the coming battle for Zargh 3.
    >> Thermobaric Lemon 05/29/11(Sun)01:18 No.15088591

    well theres a big fight against alot of orks coming up, orkish dakka vs THE GOD EMPERASQUE OF MANKIND = great time to show off some just how tough he really is. (emperasque vs squiggoth fight?)
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)01:21 No.15088616
    i cant add much being a simpleton and all, but the story is just plain good. after this ii all and done im printing it all up and getting it bound and using one of the drawfags pics as a cover for the book
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)01:21 No.15088618
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    >(emperasque vs squiggoth fight?)
    who says they're fighting?
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)01:31 No.15088686

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    Good sir Someone Else, I have been following you since day 1. I had my own ideas about the concept, but you took off with it quicker than I could cobble together an offering that would've paled in comparison to what you've done here.

    You are an excellent writer, and anyone left here reading this is invested in your style. Go forth and conquer our collective imaginations.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)01:40 No.15088755
    Vulkan’s imminent return, as announced by the Primarch himself via Astropath, had brought new hope to the people of Prometheus. The Salamanders had set themselves to their mission from the Emperor with relish, gathering all of the Techmarines in the Techmarine-saturated chapter to the Chalice and putting them to work.
    The Adeptus Mechanicus was of the mindset that making new Terminator armor was wasteful. It was still possible, of course, but it took so much time and so much effort that it was rarely deemed ‘worth it.’ In light of the imminent return of their Primarch, suddenly those concerns boiled away.
    Tu’Shan and He’Stan themselves oversaw the creation of the armor. While some of the components had to be salvaged from suits that had been damaged on Armageddon and elsewhere, much of the suit was being ‘made from scratch,’ as it were. The Forgefather had seriously considered implanting the four man-portable Artefacts of Vulkan into the armor, but had decided against it. They were immensely ancient and valuable, after all, and not all battles would call for their use. As such, he instructed that the gauntlets, pauldrons, and shoulder joints of the armor be made to accommodate the addition of the Artefacts if Vulkan so desired, but not to incorporate them. The shoulders he ordered to contain additional hardpoints, in case the Unbound Flame was what he suspected it to be, though he did not share the knowledge with Tu’Shan.
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)01:41 No.15088760
    By no means.

    Our silence means that we're lurking and reading. We're not posting because we know you like to write in the same threads, so we avoid causing threads to drop off.

    So, Vulkan's getting friendly with a Sister? Well, they are the only chapter to keep families, and no Convent would deny a Primarch the right to marry one of theirs. It'd probably bring a huge influx of members.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)01:45 No.15088793
    "Friendly," as in they're friends, not "friendly" as in "hey baby let's play a game of 'hide the condom.'" Vulkan's not stupid.

    Frankly I think he was probably the smartest Primarch after Sanguinius and Dorn. And maybe Magnus, but he was dumb enough to trust Tzeench so fuck 'im.
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)01:46 No.15088801
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    holy shit, im late to the party!
    someone else, you are a magnificent writefag of the highest caliber!
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)01:48 No.15088820
    The power supply was a work of art, even by the standards of the Salamanders. The Mechanicum had gifted the chapter a prototype armor fusion bottle many years before as a reward for saving the forge world of Lansma’Tel from a heretek cult. The Salamander Chapter Master had ordered it be used here, to breathe life into the new suit. Its machine spirit was blessed by the techpriests of Prometheus as its core was bound to the suit. Its left arm bore a small combat Shield, created by the artificers of the chapter with an image of a drake skull wreathed in ash. Its left hand was left free, but the mounting slots could accept the Song of Entropy if Vulkan ever desired it. Its right, by default, mounted a weapon that Vulkan himself had designed long ago: the Thunder Ballista. This wicked-looking weapon functioned like a Thunder Hammer that recoiled, such that all the wearer had to do was flex their hand in a certain specific way, and the weapon would launch a spike of wrought adamantine clean into a target, then discharge a built-up force charge.
    The device was so huge and unwieldy, and drew so much power, that actually installing it on anything had been largely impossible until the Mechanicum had granted the Salamanders their fusion bottle. Now, all that was needed was a final touch, something that would make this magnificent suit of armor more than just Artificer Armor…and make it a thing of legend.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)01:49 No.15088828
    Thanks. Here's the previous threads if you're interested.
    >> Iron Lung 05/29/11(Sun)02:00 No.15088920
    To be fair, I was thinking the same thing;
    *zzzzzzzip, plop* "witness the glory of the Salamanders!"
    "I call him: Chest Burster!"
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)02:02 No.15088937
    Tu’Shan personally oversaw the final ritual. The armor had been painted in Fire Drakes colors, naturally enough, and the helmet had been modified to accept the advanced asupex and atmospheric filters that all Salamanders installed as a matter of course. The final ritual, however, was more than just a modification of the helmet: it was the installation of the fusion bottle and wargear. A Crux Argentum of titanium, crusted with diamonds taken from Prometheus’ many, many volcanoes was fitted into the suit’s left shoulder plate. An extra pair of grenade slots on a normal Terminator equipment belt was strapped around the middle of the suit. A purity seal, describing Vulkan’s refusal to bow to Chaos for ten thousand years, was poured and stamped on the colossal chest plate. Finally, the fusion bottle itself was lowered into its plasteel/adamantine cradle, and the suit was complete.
    Tu’Shan found himself holding his breath as the Techmarines pressed the activator. For a moment, nothing seemed to happen. Then, with a brilliant flash of red from both eyes, the suit’s joints clicked one by one as the machine spirit came to life, the Thunder Ballista rose a hair as its fire control software ran through its installation, and the Storm Shield crackled as a charge ran through its circuits for the first time.
    The suit settled back down, and Tu’Shan stood, unable to repress an exhausted grin. “Brothers, we have worked a wonder. Now, let us make ready our own wargear. Lord Vulkan shall not find his sons’ readiness wanting.”
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)03:10 No.15089590
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    just letting you know SE, you are fucking awesome, and are the sole reason i have even the vaguest interest in 40k these days. your stories flow in a way that even professional novels sometimes fail to measure up to, and i seriously mean that (not to sound like a rabid fanboy or anything).

    do not lose heart that your stories fall on deaf ears, for until its conclusion, i will read the entirety of these tales. the story of the emprasque is one of the very few in recent memory that have caught my imagination this much, and if you would find the time to finish it, you can bet your ass i'll read the whole thing with a grin strong enough to rip my cheeks off.

    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)03:34 No.15089826
    One of the biggest reasons i enjoy the emparasque is that it is like a shining light for the grimdarkness of the 40k universe

    Its one of the best readings i ever had on /tg/ so far and i read a shitload of stuff

    Believe me SE /tg/ it will REALLY hard for /tg/ to forget this, you are basically writing the salvation of the 40k universe.
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)03:39 No.15089874
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    >>Terminator armor with a chest burner
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)03:47 No.15089938
    someone add this to 1d4chan so that the glory of the Emperasque of mankind's story shall never be forgotten
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)07:17 No.15091221
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    bumping for the glory of the emprahsque!
    >> Naile, Wandering Gentleman 05/29/11(Sun)07:38 No.15091296
    Just wanted to pop in and say fantastic work, Someone Else. I'm not the hugest fan of the non-Emprasque characterization in a few cases (namely Primarchs) but on the whole I'm enjoying this.
    >> Bulgarian LARPfag 05/29/11(Sun)08:25 No.15091525
    You have approval to proceed.
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)10:26 No.15092076
    Somewhat able drawfag from earlier reporting, curious if there is certain scenes anyone would like drawn. Will be able to start in a few hours so any suggestions would be appriciated for preparation.
    > inb4 ALL OF IT.

    Although, summerbreak project?
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)10:57 No.15092276
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    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)10:58 No.15092278
    Emprasque VS Abbaddon.

    Specifically, the "YOU HAVE NO ARMS TO LIFT IN DEFIANCE OF MY WILL" bit. Was one of the earliest scenes I believe
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)11:58 No.15092755
    Bumpan for awesome
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)12:25 No.15092946
    For glory
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)12:48 No.15093132
    With pleasure! Have a few errands to run, but will be back later for this.
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)13:28 No.15093492
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    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)13:48 No.15093600
    Back in the jungles of Zargh 3, Chief Warboss Skullwearuh was hard at work. The native Orks had been added to his own ranks with minimal protest, and now he set about pressing out towards the Imperial base. He had lost all contact with his forward army, and the news had set off some grumbling amongst the ranks of the Mega Nobs. He had had to kill one to restore order, but they had fallen back in line fast enough. Not, the only problem was finding the blasted base at all.
    He had struck out blindly in the jungle, looking for the place the humie captives had described, but found nothing. Finally, one of his Sub-bosses pointed out that all they had to do was follow the humies as they ran away and they’d find the temple.
    And so they did, the green host pursuing the fleeing humans to the temple. They passed through the canyon Dante had used to such effect, stopping only to look the fallen. Dante watched their progress on the tactical map installed in his aircraft as it hurtled towards the base, his stomach tightening as he saw the area completely overrun by the green and black mass of aliens. If he and the troops had lingered there only a few hours more…
    But enough. There was no point dwelling on the past. The Guard and Astartes troops were falling back to the base now, those few who hadn’t fit into the Thunderbolts and dropships hitching a ride on the Chimeras and Rhinos.
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    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)16:11 No.15094816
    Sorry about the delays, folks, getting ready for a party. I'll be writing some more tonight, though, don't worry. Just keep this zombie thread staggering and I'll be back when I can.
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)16:17 No.15094863
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    no worries man, take the rest of the weekend off, enjoy memorial day (assuming you're in the states). you don't owe us, this is a treat.

    you've put out a hell of a lot, rest your typing fingers.
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)19:21 No.15095874
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    Bump for the Emperasque.
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)20:24 No.15096483
    *lights some incense*

    Oh great machine spirit,
    which oversees this humble image board.
    Let not the bearings of your hard disks fail
    nor the fans of your cooling system become clogged with dust
    And grant, Oh Omnisiah-blessed server,
    the fortitude of eternity to this thread
    ever living in the spirit of the machine,
    so that Someone Else may continue his most holy endeavor,
    to continue documentation of the Holy Emperor's return.
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)20:54 No.15096759
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    Paint Shop Pro 5: to the rescue!
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)21:33 No.15097137
    OK, I'm back, I'll be writing a few more segments. First, let's see what old Dante is up to.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)21:55 No.15097385
    Any moment, the Thunderhawk gunship was going to touch down on the surface, and he would be face-to-face with the Emperor himself. Dante wasn’t really sure what to think. He was certain that he had served well, and that he had nothing to fear, but all he could think of was the innumerable tiny mistakes he had committed in his career, the little things that had gotten men killed, or from which nothing at all had come.
    It was irrational. He knew that. That didn’t make it easier to ignore. The battle today had gone flawlessly, and he would try to steer the conversation there if he could. The engines’ roar changed pitch, and the passengers aboard shifted as the pilot slowed the aircraft. Dante rose to his feet and grabbed the reinforced supports of the ceiling as the ramp dropped, and he strode down, head held high.
    The base looked largely as it had when left, though several more prefabricated buildings were up, including some that did not match his original battle plans. A stream of crates and boxes emerged from the cargo teleporters, interspersed with some servitors. A small huddle of Imperial Navy transports sat on the pads, with a pack of very frightened-looking feral worlders shuffling on board, escorted by a dozen Hospitallers.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)22:26 No.15097728
    A constellation of stars appeared in the mid-afternoon sunlight, and with a suddenness that Dante had long become used to, eighteen prefabricated bolter, autogun, and missile turrets slammed into the ground outside his base, and a platoon of servitors trundled out of one of the hangars and into the jungle to unpack them. A convoy of five Land Raiders in the unmistakable colors of the Dark Angels drove by his own pad, with a few Guardsmen riding on top, clutching grenade launchers. It was something on the far side of the base that caught his attention, though. The loading dock doors were open on the vehicle garage next to the temple.
    Dante walked over to the building, the bustle of Guardsmen across the whole base parting in his path. He arrived at the garage and walked in, where he spotted something he had never seen off Terra: an Adept Custodian. Dante broke stride for all of one step, then carried on. Of course the Emperor had seen fit to mobilize his own personal guard. Why wouldn’t he? The ten thousand warriors of the Custodes had marched alongside the Emperor when he led the Great Crusade.
    There were Astartes in four different chapter colors huddled around the Custodes, with whom they seemed to be having an argument. One Dante recognized as Corbulo, his High Sanguinary Priest. Corlubo saw him walking in and beckoned him over, relief evident on his face.
    “Master Dante, I was hoping you’d get here first. How went the battle?” he asked.
    “Flawlessly, I am happy to report,” Dante said as he walked up. “The Orks were butchered, and we did…” his voice trailed off as he recognized the Ultramarine standing next to Corbulo. It was Lord Roboute Guilliman himself.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)22:53 No.15098034
    WHOA, lighting just struck outside my house. I'll be back when it's safe to use electronics.
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)22:55 No.15098056
    pics or it didnt happen

    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)22:58 No.15098085
    Hey, I almost died today.

    That or I'm posting from Oz. Shit was intense.
    >> Anonymous 05/29/11(Sun)23:43 No.15098598

    heh, thundering and lightening here too

    had to run out to my car and close up all the windows
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    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/29/11(Sun)23:56 No.15098700
    Guilliman turned to face the ancient Blood Angel. “Lord Commander Dante? Lord Roboute Guilliman. An honor to meet you in person,” he said, placing his helmet on the table behind him and reaching his hand out to shake. Dante hesitated for a second, then took the proffered gauntlet. Guilliman shook once and released Dante’s hand, clearly not interested in childish strength games. “I understand that you have lead the Blood Angels to a perfect victory this morning. Not one casualty?”
    “The honor is mine, Lord Guilliman,” Dante said, leaning forward in an abbreviated bow. “And, yes, we did destroy the Orks utterly. No losses.”
    “Remarkable. Too bad we didn’t have a commander of his caliber during the Great Crusade to lead in our absence, eh, Lord Russ?” he asked.
    “Indeed, brother,” the Custodian said, turning to peer at the Blood Angel through a raised visor. Dante’s own eyes widened behind his mask at the realization that he was actually speaking to two Primarchs.
    “I am deeply honored to meet you both, my Lords, and I hope to be of service in this evacuation,” Dante said, confused as to Russ’ appearance. Russ stared at Dante’s mask, shaking his head slowly.
    “By the winds of Fenris, that mask looks so much like Sanguinius it’s uncanny,” he said quietly.
    “I am pleased to hear that, Lord Russ. I wear this to remind my brothers for whom we spill the blood of the foe,” Dante said with due reverence. “Your own appearance surprises me, Lord Russ. May I ask why you are in Custodes armor?”
    “It was the best the Blood Ravens had on short notice,” Russ said, glancing briefly at the fourth Marine, a Blood Ravens Librarian who was looking very sheepish under his Psychic Hood.
    >> Anonymous 05/30/11(Mon)00:19 No.15098912

    Reading all about the custodes armour, something struck me:

    Whatever happened to the Emperor's Companions? I can't imagine they'll let him frolic all about the galaxy without even trying to track him down and attempt to be there before the shit hits the fan.
    >> Anonymous 05/30/11(Mon)00:24 No.15098954
    You think they can catch him?

    The Emperasque Teleports around the Universe on a whim, and travels through the Warp at speeds exceeding all rational limits (he made a navigatrix queasy by taking control of the ship, remember?)

    If he's not taking the people with him, they sure as hell won't be able to catch up to him by any rational means.
    >> Anonymous 05/30/11(Mon)00:26 No.15098972

    Something else just got up my nose...

    The Terrasque is normally only active for a few days to a few weeks, right? At the end of that, they either sink back into the earth or just... go to sleep... somewhere, resting for a period of months or even years...

    Our Emperasque might just be heading for another decade in a coma.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/30/11(Mon)00:26 No.15098977

    The Companions will be happy to fight alongside the Emperor if he ever slows down, but he has to race around at warp factor Fuck You to prevent the Imperium from falling apart at the seams right now. I imagine in a few hundred years when shit's straightened out, he'd be happy to rule from Terra or lead ships into battle, and the Companions can easily keep up with him then.

    Until that time comes, he's got a daemon's affinity for warp-travel, and he plans on using it.
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/30/11(Mon)00:39 No.15099093
    A large shadow eclipsed the light coming from outside as the conversation continued, and Dante stepped to the side so whatever it was could enter without looking. A psychic voice echoed through his head, as he did so, and he spun around, startled.
    “AH, ROBOUTE, LEMAN, THERE YOU ARE. SORRY TO KEEP YOU WAITING, I HAD SOME LAST-MINUTE ADVICE FOR LION,” a gigantic orange creature said. Dante gaped. The tone of its ‘voice’ in addressing the two Primarchs…was this the Emperor’s new body?
    Russ’s reply drove all doubt from his mind. “No trouble at all, Father, the evacuation is going ahead of schedule thanks to the transports we brought.”
    “GOOD. ARE YOU LORD COMMANDER DANTE?” he asked, turning to the ancient Blood Angel. Dante immediately sank to his knees, bowing his head until the top of his mask nearly touched the ground.
    “I am, my Liege. I am humbled by your presence.”
    “I am…honored beyond words by your praise, my Liege,” Dante said, nearly overcome. “It is the pride of my life to hear you say that, truly.”
    >> Tales of the Emperasque Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/30/11(Mon)00:56 No.15099223
    “It was gifted unto me by the prior Chapter Master of the Blood Angels, my Liege,” Dante said, running a finger along the clamp that sealed it over his head. It parted with a faint hiss, and he lifted it off. Corbulo did not let his considerable surprise show. He had never seen Dante remove the mask on duty.
    Dante’s face was nearly gone, replaced by a patchwork of augmetics that left only his mouth, parts of his forehead, and one of his eyes in place. The rest was gone, chopped away by Orks dead for centuries, boiled off by Tyranids from fleets that had died in a past millennium, ripped off by the gnashing fangs of daemons a thousand years banished. What little skin the man still had on his face was white and scarred, crisscrossed with wrinkles. Dante held the mask out for the Emperor to see, and the huge being did so.
    Russ caught Guilliman’s eye and cocked his head almost imperceptibly. Guilliman nodded. Neither of them had ever seen a Marine that badly injured still serving, though of course their own experiences did not include the past ten millennia. The mask crackled with a faint electrical charge. It clearly had an embedded Iron Halo.
    “It is long-standing tradition for the Master of the Blood to bear our progenitor’s likeness, my Liege,” Dante said, his voice betraying his age as clearly as his visage. Somehow, the image of Sanguinius in his prime on the mask imparted strength to Dante’s presence that he simply lacked in its absence. He secured the mask back onto his collar and it hissed as the seals re-engaged.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/30/11(Mon)00:58 No.15099248
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    >> Anonymous 05/30/11(Mon)01:02 No.15099278
    Thanks SE I can hardly wait Dante interaction with the emperor and their battle together

    >>Shotaro evicis
    The spirit of a kamen rider watches over this tale
    >> Wereling 05/30/11(Mon)01:38 No.15099605
    Bump of the gods
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    >> Anonymous 05/30/11(Mon)03:35 No.15100534
    I'd merely like to make a small note, that is, that the Emperasque is half (or more, really, it's hard to say) Emperor, and his psychic might might help make up for that.

    Also, SE, been with you since the very first thread, and I must say I love every word you've written. You're a properly talented writer, and you'll always have an audience if you keep writing with such talent.

    Also, bump.
    >> Anonymous 05/30/11(Mon)05:43 No.15101507
    bumping to keep the thread alive!
    >> Wereling 05/30/11(Mon)12:25 No.15102675
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    >> Anonymous 05/30/11(Mon)14:12 No.15103459
    Arrise fine chaper of the apocalypse!
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    bump in the hopes this will still be here when i wake up.

    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/30/11(Mon)16:08 No.15104632
    Thanks, folks, but life has become rather hectic out here. I'll write some more next week. Thanks for playing.
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    We are proud to serve, mylord.
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    >> Anonymous 05/30/11(Mon)18:42 No.15106152
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    Maybe this time the picture will go through... Bump.
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    My name is Anon and I approve of this thread.

    Hopefully the smashing gentleman on the left will make an appearance at some stage.

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