It’s just gonna be one of those days. At this point in your life, you have spent countless decades following in the footsteps of Khaine as an aspect warrior. Then, when your potential was revealed, you transitioned gracefully onto the Path of the Seer in order to serve your people as a mighty Eldar warlock. Stoicly treading the line between the two most dangerous paths, your abilities have made you a beacon of hope and pride for a flagging race. And all that means you can tell: Today’s going to be one of those days.As you stare up from your bed into the beautiful finely-carved superior elegant wraithbone of the ceiling, a psychic shockwave suddenly courses through the walls (of your brain) and knocks you bodily onto the floor. Fucking Asuryan damn everything; it’s a summons. Your Seer Council is to convene at once, which probably means you’re about to be sent off to fight, again. At this point, you have a few choices as to what to do next.>Answer the summons and meet Farseer Yn’raska at the Illustrious Hall of Ancestral Tears>Ignore the summons and go back to bed. You know it’s probably not going to end well anyway>Get up and explore the craftworld. You’ll make it to the Hall eventually
Oh great, another quest thread.
find farseer machagive her the dick
>Answer the summons and meet Farseer Yn’raska at the Illustrious Hall of Ancestral TearsWe will probably get into trouble otherwise.
>>28027663Also, y’all gotta choose a name for our friend the warlock! I’ll take whichever one I like most.
>>28027663>Get up and explore the craftworld. You’ll make it to the Hall eventuallyIf it's going to be one of those days might as well do a little exploration before we have to go fight...again.
>>28027797Our name is Illyich Crimsonshroud of the House of Rossiskayesh.
>>28027967m'kay. Does anyone else have a suggestion?
>>28027663>Get up and explore the craftworld since for some strange reason you can't remember your name! You’ll make it to the Hall eventually
>>28027992Aurich Giltspear, of the house of Aureliesh.Also, I say we explore the Craftworld for a bit.
>>28027663>Ignore summons>Call room service>Run up large tab>Blame it on that dang infinity circuit>Dodge paying>itsgoodtobeawarlock.pngHis name is Xyyfdhxzzxzxzggfjdhw.
>>28028011Seconding this. We should probably see a healer about our amnesia.
>>28028011Sounds like an interesting start! Though it now begs the question: What were we doing last night that would cause us to lose our memory of our own name!
>>28027663Ah well. You decide you better take a little stroll before deploying to Khaine knows where. Getting up off the floor, you put on your robe and warlock hat– well, it’s really more of a warmask, but whatever– before making your way out.Greeting you is the vast Plaza of Shining Tomorrows, one of Craftworld Biel-tan’s most prestigious living areas. Wraithbone structures stretch into the sky, and little transport craft flit high above your head. You’re almost tempted to hail one of them, but you remember the war-robe has no pockets. No pockets means no change. Dammit.Then again you could walk. Yeah, walking would be good. As you head down one of the plaza’s shining paths, fond memories begin to take form in your head. Memories of your time as an aspect warrior of the... of the... No! None of that! You’re not losing your mind just yet. It was the shrine of...>Well, which shrine was it?
>>28028072screaming death, we used to be a howling banshee
>>28028072>Biel-TanFUCK YOU>Warp Spider fo sho.
>>28028132Seconding. You're an ex-male banshee which is a rare breed!
>>28028072Relentless Gale Shrine. We used to be a Crimson Hunter until we stopped being suicidal and jumped ship before we died in some accident or something.
>>28028072warp spider hell yeah
>>28028182Warp spiders? Sure why not.
>>28028072Ah yes, it was the Howling Banshees. Manliest fucking aspect out there, even if the armor made you feel a little... more effeminate than was socially acceptable. You knew you remembered that. Anyway, you make your way into a nice open green area. Noone seems to be their, and the day cycle is just about to get started. Now would be a great time to meditate, because you’re into that.So there you stay for a little while, chilling out max and relaxing all cool. But of course, this is Biel-tan, and remember, it’s gonna be one of those days! You hear a slight whirring sound in your left ear, as if someone’s gonna start making trouble in your neighborhood. You turn to see what’s going on, but you can only catch a glimpse of the bottom of an armored shoe before...“Heh, did you like that, witch?”You’re on your ass (again), having just been kicked in the helmet by pic related. If this was literally ANY other craftworld, this asshole would be licking your boots. But no... you had to live on Biel-tan, where exarchs can act like this without reprisal. You get up, dust yourself off in the most dignified manner you can, and say...>“You wanna dance, bitch?” It’s actually an esoteric Eldar insult. Don’t question the translation.>“You have some nerve. The seer council will hear about this.” If you really wanna screw him over>Nothing. Just hit the fucker.
>>28028336>“You wanna dance, bitch?” It’s actually an esoteric Eldar insult. Don’t question the translation.Fuck you we voted Warp Spider. but fuck his bitch ass up.
>>28028336>“You wanna dance, bitch?” It’s actually an esoteric Eldar insult. Don’t question the translation.>>28028355Must be the amnesia.
>Nothing. Just hit the fucker.Going to be shipped off to battle soon fuck this guy.
>>28027716Better yet, go on a daring panty raid on the planet of Carlos McConnell, homeworld of the felinids. Then sell used catgirl panties to your creepy cousins over in Commorragh. I'm sure some farseer or another will divine that this course of action is entirely necessary.
>>28028458For purely academic reasons I need to know where this is from.
>>28028336>“You wanna dance, bitch?” It’s actually an esoteric Eldar insult. Don’t question the translation.>>28028355>>28028406Turns out we were a Warp Spider but seem to have memory problems so we fill in the blanks every once in awhile.
>>28028336>>Nothing. Just hit the fucker.lightning to the FACEC
>>28028336“You wanna dance, bitch?” you say as your witchblade jumps out of its sheath and into your hand. No, not literally, you idiots.“Ha, tough talk coming from an *ex*-warrior. Tell me again, Illyich Crimsonshroud, how many months of afternoon snu-snu (don’t question the translation) did it take before Yn’Raska let you into her coven?” “Long enough,” you reply, “for me to have your mother and sister on the side, Vardiin Snowblade!” Without waiting for his response, you thrust out your blade at the exarch (it’s not quite as gay as it sounds). If this were a regular fight, you would have impaled his dumb ass instantly, but he just so happened to be wearing his teleporter today. Because you know, fucking Warp Spiders, man!>Roll a d20 for the ensuing fighto!
>>28028555FOR THE MEPROR
Rolled 10>>28028555FUCK HIM UP
Rolled 15>>28028555blood for the blood god!wait, what?
Rolled 19>>28028561oh shit
>>28028561it is case sensitive brother...
>>28028576-dy handed god. The bloody handed god.
Rolled 17>>28028555Reading this is even funnier if you consider that we are actually a warp spider with relapsing amnesia.
>>28028555This guy must hate our guts to jump through a literal hell just to get to punch our lights out.
>>28028615your vote didn't win and now you're just being obnoxious
>>28028555For a split second, Vardiin disappears from your sight. You assume an elegant combat posture in readiness for the next attack. But then the motherfucker kicks you in the back of the head. He then laughs arrogantly (honestly, that adverb pretty much applies to everything he does) as you stumble and turn around.“Hah. Having trouble keeping up?”“Keep up with this.” You send a bolt of warp-born lightening in his direction. You can feel the surprised look behind his mask as he teleports just in time to dodge it. Good, now’s your chance.>continued
>>28028705You feel your mind centering itself. You are one with the universe, and one with the Warp. All things are clear to you now. Well actually, it’s only one thing, but whatever. Your fist shoots out at blinding speed, seemingly into midair.And then the exarch reappears. Right where your fist is. You feel an exquisite crunch as the aspect armor covering his nether regions yields before your psychically enhanced fist. He lands hard, clutching his Eldarhood desperately. This is all happening so fast, he’s barely had time to go into proper shock; You should probably help him along with that. You raise your Witchblade high, just so he can see it coming. Now you can:>End this ingrate for good, and in doing so send a message to all the exarchs of Biel-tan about fucking with the warlocks>Bury the blade beside his head, just so he can know exactly whose bitch he is>Write in
Rolled 5>>28028903>>End this ingrate for good, and in doing so send a message to all the exarchs of Biel-tan about fucking with the warlocks
>>28028903>Write infuck up his teleporter and make him teleport to a completely random place
Bury the blade beside him, no need to shed blood
>>28028903>End this ingrate for good, and in doing so send a message to all the exarchs of Biel-tan about fucking with the warlocks
>>28028903>End this ingrate for good, and in doing so send a message to all the exarchs of Biel-tan about fucking with the warlocksNo need to worry.
>>28028903“I apologize Snowblade, but you just got... Down with the Sickness.” The crippled spider lets out a tortured groan: Whether it is for his impending doom, or for that extremely bad reference you made, is up to interpretation. Your blade falls, with intent to pierce, and you feel Khaine’s frenzy for the first time in... well months, because you fight a lot.An electric jolt hits your body just before you can deliver the killing blow. Vardiin lets out a little whimper before teleporting away, but you’re a little too paralyzed to go after him.“Oh, fuck everything.” You say as the Eternal Guard drag you back to the holding cells.>continued
>>28029209“What in the name of Isha were you doing out there?” asks Mansa Nightlance as she drives you from prison to the Hall of Ancestral Tears, where the Seer Council had gone on without you.“I toldsh you alweady,” the effects of the shock spear had taken a tole on your speech pattern, “Shnowblade triedsh thoo murda me in the park!”“And what were you doing in the park anyway? Ugh, it doesn’t matter.” You’d never admit it, but you like it when Mansa is pissed. Too many calm, collected maidens on this craftworld. She’s been your friend ever since you were a Banshee (she chose Dire Avenger, because she isn’t a masochist dumbass), and now as a warlock she helps you keep your shit together. She goes on to tell you just what happened at the meeting. You don’t really listen to the details because your head hurts and you just spent half a day in jail. But nevertheless, you manage to catch the jist of it:>The Space Marines, alongside a detachment of Imperial Guard have captured a maiden world whose citizens were too proud to call for help until it was too late>A great Chaos portal has opened on an Imperial hive world, with daemons running rampant and the populace beginning to self-destruct>The Dark Eldar Cabal of the Flying Shard is in the process of raiding the minor Craftworld of Meros within the Webway
>>28029395is this a wat do?
>>28029468Of course. :)
>>28029483>>The Space Marines, alongside a detachment of Imperial Guard have captured a maiden world whose citizens were too proud to call for help until it was too latele yes
>>28029395>The Dark Eldar Cabal of the Flying Shard is in the process of raiding the minor Craftworld of Meros within the Webwayhitting a craftworld, no matter how big or small is fuckign serious business
>The Space Marines, alongside a detachment of Imperial Guard have captured a maiden world whose citizens were too proud to call for help until it was too lateMath that bro, time to lightning up on some space marines!
>>28029395“All officers, please report to the war room.” The announcement rings like a silver bell throughout the wraithbone halls of the transport ship. It was a beautiful, feminine voice; just enough to make you hit your head on the bunk above. Nursing the new battle-wound, you make your way to the bridge. This corvette holds a third of your entire strike force, hurtling through the Webway en route to the next warzone.“Gentlemen,” the suave, but dangerous autarch addresses his officer corps, “As you know, we are to liberate the maiden world of Idrador from the mon’keigh invaders. Be advised, though, that the enemy counts Astartes warriors amongst their number. You are to prepare your men, and be ready to deploy in five hours time.”After a short tactical briefing, the officers disperse to make ready for war. You and the rest of your seer council line up (somewhat reluctantly) for inspection. Farseer Yn’Raska (aka. da Warboss; this is not a translation) walks down the line, giving everyone their specific assignments.And then she comes to you. “Well, Crimsonshroud, we don’t exactly need you anywhere. That means you get to choose how you fight this day.” You stand there, unsure of what to say... Time to whip out some of your trademark elegant bullshit!>“I shall lend my strength to the council.” (Stay with the only other non-autists in the army by joining a squad of three other warlocks and Yn’raska)>“I shall guide my brothers through the crucible of war.” (Lead a large squad of guardian scrubs, and keep them from dying in droves with your warp magycks)>“Bitch I do what I want!” (Get on a jetbike so you can fly around ganking motherfuckers and generally hampering the war effort)
>>28029806>>“I shall lend my strength to the council.” (Stay with the only other non-autists in the army by joining a squad of three other warlocks and Yn’raska)may as well do our job
>“I shall lend my strength to the council.” (Stay with the only other non-autists in the army by joining a squad of three other warlocks and Yn’raska)Time to Warlock shit up.
>>28029806>“Bitch I do what I want!” (Get on a jetbike so you can fly around ganking motherfuckers and generally hampering the war effort)i am amused
>>28029806Da Warboss stares you up and down, with a frown and a cocked eyebrow set into her face. “Alright,” she says before jamming an index finger into your chest, “but you’d better keep on top of this, or I’m feeding your ass to the monkeys!” As she storms out the room, you treat the other Warlocks to your best “why me?” face while ringing your hands out tragically in front of you. As usual, it’s a mixed reaction. But at least you know who you’ll be working with on Yn’raska’s bodyguard:Mansa Nightlance- You’ve met her.Ar’lan Strangeway- A socially impaired but enthusiastic warrior. He used to be a Crimson Hunter of all things, but left when he got cut by their collective edge.Dennic jur’Teren- Or, as most warlocks in the council like to call him: the Great Schnozzle! He’s a master of one-upmanship, and the kind of person you really don’t want to get caught in a small room with. Former Striking Scorpion.>Now, all that remains before you go to war is to roll a d7 for your particular Rune of Battle!
>>28030179You feel the Runes of Enhancement and Drainage swirl throughout your body and mind. Combine this with the sensation of riding a jetbike through an active warzone, and you’ve got a pretty good recipe for... for...“Excitement?” suggests Ar’lan.“More like dead Warlock,” Yn’raska shouts over the din of battle. “Cut the fodder-thoughts, Illyich, you’ll need all your focus here!” It was true; your strike battalion has already penetrated the human army in the rear (you can’t catch me, gay thoughts). They have a few tanks, some transports and aircraft, and lots of grunt infantry, but they weren’t expecting the small Exodite village they were attacking to receive any relief.>continued
>>28030421“Alright!” shouts the Farseer, “we’re going to let the bikes and Vipers lead the main attack, while we clear a path to that forest for the Fire Dragons. I can sense they have armor and some stationary artillery setting up in there.”Mon’keigh tanks smashing clumsily through the forest would be easy prey for a Wave Serpent full of Fire Dragons, but in your path is a long, perhaps still manned trench between your squad and them. You look at it and consider your options.>Just go with it, taking the squad towards the trench and clear a path for the tank>Object, saying that there might be a trap and that we should let the tank go through it alone>Suggest something else entirely
>>28030621Quick question, does our Warlock mask still have our banshee wail in it? If so, clear the trench, but use it at first sign of trouble
>>28030664Uh, I don't think Warlocks can do that.
>>28030621>Go with it, but remain cautious
>>28030697just asked, cause sometimes in the lore, Warlocks remain a part of their Aspect shrine. (That one Warp Spider book where he was the Lykhosidae)
>>28030621>>Just go with it, taking the squad towards the trench and clear a path for the tankbut like >>28030706 said, be cautious
>>28030621Your party spurs their jetbikes towards the forest at full throttle. Coming up on the trench, some of the bushes seem to have silver barrels sticking out of them. Silver barrels, which shoot laser beams.“Everybody bank!” And that’s exactly what you do. You can see the human soldiers now, dressed head to toe in raggedy sand-colored robes. The climate on this world is pretty hot and dry, so you suppose it is appropriate.200 feet from the trench. Their heavy artillery, made to guard against tanks, fails to hit your squad even once. You see Mansa conjure a ball of blue fire above her head. 70 feet from the trench. She throws it with superb grace, and gets it right into the trench’s opening. The fissure in the ground glows blue for a split second, and you hear the screams of the mon’keigh as their robes catch fire and consume them.>continued
>>28030979Ten feet from the trench. You could see the very leaves on the trees by now, but you do not peel your eyes from the ground. As you pass over it, your sharp eyes catch a glint, just a small suggestion of color hidden between the ashes and red dirt.“Space Marines!” But your call is too late. Explosive rounds from their infernal guns tear Yn’raska’s jetbike from under her. The four warlocks turn their bikes as fast as they can and convene amongst themselves. The green-armored savages are turning their weapons to you now, so you only have a fraction of a second to decide:>Engage the entrenched foe and destroy them (roll a d20)>Turn back and try to pick up your master’s unconscious body without getting killed (roll a d20)>High tail it to the forest and hope she makes it. These are only light troops, and the Wave Serpent will be here to deal with them shortly.
Rolled 18>>28031182>>Turn back and try to pick up your master’s unconscious body without getting killed (roll a d20)
>>28031182>LETTING MONKEYS LIVE>BIEL-TAN>HARMING ELDARBLOOD FOR THE BLOO(Y HANDED) GOD
Rolled 5>>28031182>>28031273Case sensitive bullshit.
>>28031182A psychic signal passes through your collective mind. The decision is made. You form up as fast, no, faster than they can shoot. Dennic and Mansa in front, you and Ar’lan in single file behind. The formation speeds towards their fallen leader. The two screeners in front fire their shuriken catapults into the Raptors’ line, causing the marines in front of them to duck for cover. Nevertheless, one of the mon’keigh to the side gets a lucky shot on Dennic’s shoulder. The wraithbone runes sewn into his robes deaden the bolt shell’s impact as best they can, but the subsequent explosion takes the Warlock’s arm clean off and throws him from his bike.Your formation does not skip a beat. Mansa fires another fireball at the hidden marines, and Ar’lan catches Dennic’s limp body in midair. You’re coming up on Yn’raska now. It’s up to you to grab her from the ground. You bank your bike and reach...You clench your fist around da Warboss’ collar, and pull her up onto the jetbike. She’s just coming to right now, but she’s already angry.“Bloody worthless savages!” she yells right into your ear. You’ve never been so happy to hear that scream until just now. A thundercrack splits from the sky as the five of you head back towards the forest. The screams of genetically enhanced mon’keigh follow soon afterward. You decide that today certainly was one of those days.>Okay guys, I’m done for tonight. Thanks for bearing with me!
So, what did y'all think?
>>28031543Well, I'm not going to waste time on saying, "Too short!" I think that this quest definitely has potential and I'll be happy to play if you keep this up. Playing a genre savvy elf seems like a fun thing to do.
>>28031543I found it funny and quite fun
>>28031567I feel like I didn't offer enough choices to the player, but yes, I will most likely be continuing this in a week or less.
>>28031543mite b cool. Irreverent Eldar is entertaining.
>>28031543I'm always game for Biel-Tan shenanigans. Monkeigh aint shit.
>>28031511>roll 18 out of 20>Warlock still gets his arm blown off.>Not performing sick jetbike tricks all over the space marines shit
>>28033120It's the goddamn space mehreens, what did you expect?
>>28034408>Space marines>Doing anything to a SEER COUNCIL
>>28031543I think it was awesome, I was with it during the beginning of the thread but had to leave, also, you might want to get a twitter for announcing/linking threads and whatnot
>>28031543Will we be fighting Raptors and Tallarn next time? Because it seems like we're about to get into some real gorilla warfare.
>>28028555>Illyich CrimsonshroudAre we named after Lenin?