It’s rare that a Hive Fleet leaves viable biomass in its wake, let alone a functioning synapse creature. But left behind you were: a single Zoanthrope and a handful of Gaunts on the burning wreckage of an Imperium Cruiser. Said debris was swept up by a passing Space Hulk in time, affording you and your Gaunts access to biomass and a more stable place to call “home.” All the while you’d been calling out to the massive presence that you used to be a part of as it slowly faded from your mind. With the Hive Mind gone you retreated into yourself and began to think on how to return to the fleet. The Gaunts weren’t much help in this department as they were only focused on carving out new nests from the mass of the Hulk. You facilitated them best you could but it was only natural for you to begin longing an intelligent conversation.Perhaps that’s why when the voice started you didn’t just write it off. Desperate for something even remotely close to the shared consciousness you once knew, you listened as a being from a realm beyond promised you a new home and a new fleet. All you had to do was wait on the Hulk for a blue-winged daemon and her red-skinned friend. Normally Chaos and Tyranids don’t mix, but again you were forlorn. So you waited. And in short order (relatively) you came to be part of Cinder the Bloodthirster’s strange band.At first you were apprehensive. What Tyranid wouldn’t be? It was a well-known and understood truth that any bioform showing the taint of Chaos would be destroyed with extreme prejudice. But the longer you stayed with the group of daemons, especially the plaguebearer known as Acerea, the more you felt like you belonged. It wasn’t at all like the warmth and glory that was the Hive Mind but it was a welcome substitute.(cont)
>>37400710Oh and your Gaunts had something better to eat now. A select few even began showing signs of greater intelligence. But not enough to matter. Thus, when Cinder announced that she was taking the group to a world of the Imperium, you did your best to not spin mid-air in glee. You weren’t going to leave the daemon’s side any time soon but perhaps the Feudal World of Fervious could be the start of something new. A new fleet even, given time. Your planetfall was nearly a month ago. In that time you’ve worked with Acerea and her apprentice to spread both spores and disease throughout the human populace via their highly valued Styger Milk. Between you three you control 75% of the milk production across the entirety of Fervious. It all seems to be going just as planned until one of your Genestealer Cults’ Contagii reveals that there’s an active Inquisitorial presence on the planet…Welcome to Sytili’s Sidequest, part of Khornette Quest.
Twitter: @ELHMk1Normal Run Time: Thursdays @ 8pm EST (GMT-5)Archive Link (includes sup/tg/ & moe links, art & references, and other info): https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ZlPV-W2T9xDEzsSxYq8OLHnB7CKfB0eUAQyH4vj2lU8/edit?usp=sharingSytili’s Character Sheet (4th tab):https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/10H9COxlc2Qaqkx5DTaihQJHazhc-_KKIS-Aon-VxluA/edit?usp=sharingIf you’re a die-hard lover of canon, I suggest you turn away now. Like all things 40k, the gauntlet runs from “worshipping the printed word” to “over the top silliness.” Most of the time it’s somewhere in between. Others it swerves hard to one side and/or breaks this model entirely. You’ve been warned in advance.All rolls go against a specified characteristic in the style of Black Crusade. You’ll want to roll under the characteristic value in order to pass the check. The more degrees of success (every multiple of 10 counts as 1), the more awesome of a result. A 1 is a guaranteed success, and a 100 is a guaranteed failure. Best of three rolls when it’s called for, with a 1 or a 100 instantly taking precedence. If multiple characteristics are being rolled for, each 1d100 counts for its respective test. Any rolls prior to the call for one and those not linking said post will be ignored. You’ll want to pay attention to the notes on Sytili’s sheet in particular when it comes to Psychic-based rolls and defenses. I have no idea how often or how long we’ll float behind Sytili’s head. We’ll play it by ear. Or whatever the Tyranid-equivalent of an ear is. Probably another mouth to eat stuff with if I had to guess.Excessive meta/whining/waifu’ing/etc goes to another thread. Blatant Samefaggotry and smutty requests will be ignored.You may find this 4chanX filter list useful: http://pastebin.com/QxMu8Rrr
>>37400710...Wait a second, how does Cinder have biomass? She's a daemon, not even a daemon host.
“Sytili? What’s wrong? You’ve frozen up, dear.”Acerea’s voice interrupts your mental dialogue with the Genestealer Patriarch responsible for passing you the information about the Inquisitorial group. You keep forgetting that none of the daemons can hear all the thoughts you do at any given time. “We… might have a problem…” you rasp, letting yourself bob slightly in the air. “It sssseemsss sssome acolytesss are poking around.”To her credit, the plaguebear’s smile doesn’t even falter. “Well it was bound to happen sooner or later. But I am surprised! I thought we’d have more time before having to move into phase two. Are you sure they’re here because of us?”That you don’t know. You just know that one of the Contagii noticed a ragtag group of a tech priest, a psyker, and an assassin flashing a rosette to some Arbites. That was about an hour ago. You’dve known sooner (almost instantly in fact) but the Patriarch didn’t like sharing its mind with yours. Understandable to a point, given the Genestealer streak of independence, but something you’d have to address sooner rather than later. To be honest with yourself, you’re still getting the hang of controlling anything more intelligent than a Gaunt. It was once second nature to you but the finer points have been lost in time. Or maybe it’s the influence of Chaos. You’re not really sure. Though that would explain why you’re still able to maintain your own thoughts independent of whatever lesser creatures are connected to you. A stifled cough echoes throughout the barn that you’re sharing at the moment with Acerea. She seems to be staring pointedly at you.Right. She still can’t read your mind. You should say something.>  You’re not sure at all. Perhaps you all should check in with Cinder.>  If they’re not then they’re bound to come across you sooner or later. You should deal with them now.>  Delegate the responsibility to the Patriarch on the condition that it stops being a cunt (WP)>  Write in
>>37400743>>37400780>If you’re a die-hard lover of canon, I suggest you turn away now. Like all things 40k, the gauntlet runs from “worshipping the printed word” to “over the top silliness.” Most of the time it’s somewhere in between. Others it swerves hard to one side and/or breaks this model entirely. You’ve been warned in advance.Whoops, sorry about that. Forgot to read that. Good luck with your quest.
>>37400781> 4Tell Acerea what we have learnt, offer to delegate the matter to the Patriarch, but let's hear her opinion...
>>37400966To be fair I DO have an answer for that but I'd rather it be learned naturally instead of via meta. There's a few things like that.
>>37400781I too, support this Anon >>37401001
>>37401001I can roll with that. Writing...
>>37401025I can't much see a way for that to be possible, but then again I haven't stuck around for all the threads so you could have introduced something I'm not factoring in. Either way, I'll be silent once again.
This quest looks nice.Is there smut? Not that I'll stop if there isn't.
>>37401280Suggestive in parts but no smut.
>>37400781“Not really,” you admit. “One of my underlingsss jusssst happened to ssssee a rossssette like Cinder’ssss being flassshed around. I doubt that we’ve been disssscovered.”You have been very careful, after all. Even though collectively you control a large portion of the milk production on the planet you’ve all been very cautious about introducing new rogue elements. If too many people start mutating or becoming sick then someone might investigate and put the pieces together. In fact, if you had to guess, only about 2% of the planet’s population has even come into contact with the tainted stock.Acerea mulls this over for a moment. “We didn’t exactly check to see what sort of problems existed here prior to landing. Any number of things could have brought a team of Acolytes here. But I’m afraid I’m not the expert on that sort of thing. Ignitrix is.”She shrugs and shakes her head before continuing. “But maybe we should look into it more. I’d hate to ruin Cinder’s fun. Last I knew she was managing tournaments and duels for the right to taste her one-of-a-kind strength enhancing formula.”Ah yes. Cinder. She’s here on the planet as well, though her efforts are centralized on a single farm. You personally haven’t chatted with her much since landing. Micromanaging hundreds of lifeforms is rather time and attention consuming.“I could alwaysss have my Genesssstealer handle it,” you offer.“Hrm… But aren’t they sort of in that ‘rebellious teenager stage’ where they won’t listen to their mother?”You blink twice as you parse her words. “I ssssuppossse that isss an apt desscription, yessss.”“So maaaayyybbbeee we should look into this ourselves, hm?”>  Sure. It could be fun.>  Let me try applying a mental backhand and see if that fixes the problem first (WP)>  Nah. Let's focus on the plan and let Cinder handle it.>  Write in
>>37401642>  Let me try applying a mental backhand and see if that fixes the problem first (WP)
>>37401642>  Sure. It could be fun.Or horrific and painful, but what the Hell.
>>37401642> Sure. It could be fun.Tell the Stealer to be careful and not to draw attention to it's cult...
>>37401808> It proceeds to mutate clown horns just to spite SytiliI've played SS13. I know how this works.
>>37401642>  Sure. It could be fun.I we get lot's of Nurgle Points this session.
I believe the 's have it. Writing...
>>37401642You nod in agreement. This has the added effect of causing you to oscillate just so mid-air. “That might be for the besssst.”Acerea’s face brightens as she claps her hands together. “Splendid! It’s been AGES since I’ve had some lovely little humans to corrupt and torment~”“They might be good Biomass too…” you add to this as almost an afterthought. You haven’t been pushing this angle too hard but you know at some point it will be an issue. Chaos and Tyranids don’t get along traditionally because they compete for the same resource: humans. Right now your budding swarm has a whole planet to spread across. They have plenty to eat besides the hairless apes. But down the line, should you actually manage to build a fleet from nothing… Well it’s something to keep in mind. For now, Acerea simply beams and pats your head before motioning at the barn door. Like most of the building it’s been almost consumed by the miniature garden the plagebearer’s grown. “How would you like to start? Shall I make a distraction and lead the acolytes here?”>  That could work.>  Nah, let me do something.>  I’ll have my Genestealer deliver a message.>  Write in
>>37402162>  I’ll have my Genestealer deliver a message.
>>37402162> I’ll have my Genestealer deliver a message.
>>37402162> I’ll have my Genestealer deliver a message
>>37402162>>  That could work.
>>37402162>  That could work.
>>37402162>  Write inGo with the distraction plan but lead them somewhere else.Don't want the entire plan to get fucked up by an acolyte shouting what we're up to into a Vox.
>>37402234They're (Sytili and Acerea) are a little bit brighter than that. Don't sweat it. But you should still worry about Acolytes yelling into microbeads.
>>37402289Do we have a Dark Mechanicus Tech-priest hanging around? he might be able to Jam Vox and Microbead comms in the local area for us...
 has it by a vote. Writing...>>37402346Ignitrix has that on her ship on the other side of the Calixis Sector. So no.
>>37402393Damn.... we really need to get multiple copies of mooks..... Alternatively, we need to get Iggy to Recruit her Nurgle Magos friend and go Corrupt a Forge World....
>>37402162“No. Let me handle that…”You reach out and knock on the door that leads to the Patriarch’s mind. When it doesn’t answer you mentally kick it open. <Hi,> you boom into its mind. <You’re going to have your Contagii there tell the acolytes that “They may get the answers they’re looking for if they go to the Brandston Villa tonight.”> Said villa is about an hour’s journey away from your current location and is otherwise abandoned. Public record from before you got here says it’s been like that since a typhoon a few years back. The perfect place for an ambush.To no surprise, the Genestealer is slightly miffed about being ordered around. <As you wish. But if this leads back to my cult I shall…><You’ll do what, exactly?><The weak should not lead.><Is that a threat?><It is merely an observation.>As you formulate a reply you sense, through him, that your message is being delivered. You watch through the Contagii’s eyes as he approaches the acolytes and says exactly what you ordered. Then it begins to wander off before the Inquisitorial Agents can corral it for questioning. Prior to your biological microphone leaving earshot, you hear the Psyker whisper, “I don’t like it one bit.”“You don’t like anything,” replies the assassin. “But it’s the best lead at the moment. Unless you think bothering the Mechanicus again…”Then you hear a whistle from the Tech Priest before the Genestealer closes the connection. It might be your time with Cinder but that really doesn’t sit well with you. Not the Acolytes, the Patriarch’s attitude.>  You and I are going to have a talk later about you attitude.>  Let’s talk now. And by talk I mean YOU WILL LISTEN (WP)>  Come by the farm later. I have a new spore batch to go over with you (Fel) (It’s a lie)>  Murder him now and have one of his underlings replace him. Biomass can always be repurposed (WP)>  Write in
>>37402882>  Let’s talk now. And by talk I mean YOU WILL LISTEN (WP)
>>37402882> Let’s talk now. And by talk I mean YOU WILL LISTEN (WP)
>>37402882>  Let’s talk now. And by talk I mean YOU WILL LISTEN (WP)Time to crush some free will!
>>37402882>  Come by the farm later. I have a new spore batch to go over with you (Fel) (It’s a lie)and>  Write inDo we still take a fellowship test if we aren't lying? Say if we were to give him some spores formulated to fuck him up? Cook up a special batch just for him.Also, fucking with the Patriarchs mind right as some of his troops are near the acolytes might be a bad idea. If we are going to do this can we at least try to cordon off the others so they can maintain their cover.
>>37402882>  Let’s talk now. And by talk I mean YOU WILL LISTEN (WP)he has one opportunity to accept his position. If he refuses, then we consume and evolve...
>>37403042Normally yes but this is special Tyranid mind stuff. Or so I guess. And Contagii generally are just mindless fucks who can be controlled at whim but otherwise go off to breed like mad.
>>37402882> Let’s talk now. And by talk I mean YOU WILL LISTEN (WP)And this will be the last conversation about this.EVER!
1d100 vs 61.Failing means you get laughed at. A lot.
Rolled 33 (1d100)>>37403166Nat 100?
Rolled 49 (1d100)>>37403166
>>37403200God damn it anon. Doubles already.
Rolled 36 (1d100)>>37403166Nat 100 inbound.
>>37403200>>37403214>>37403232Mkay you don't accidentally forget how to be a synapse creature for a moment. Writing...
>>37400717>Between you three you control 75% of the milk production across the entirety of Fervious.Wait, what? How do Cinder's friends know about her milk operation?
>>37403457Because Acerea and Sytili landed with her and a daemon of Khorne can't really do a whole lot with milk on their own.
>>37400781>To her credit, the plaguebear’s smile doesn’t even falter.
>>37402882Mustering up your psychic strength you barrage into the Patriarch’s mind and drive its consciousness into a corner. <I’m going to say this ONCE and only ONCE,> you thunder. <Biomass is replaceable. Biomass that doesn’t listen and behave will be consumed. And for you it won’t be quick. Oh no. I will personally find a Blank, chain you to it, then have Rippers slowly eat away at you for days as you cry for mercy. ARE WE CLEAR?>You get a weak <Skree> back. Translated, you’re pretty sure it means “ohgodpleasedon’tkillme.” Or that it had better. Either way your conversation with the genestealer is over. When you withdraw you note (with some satisfaction you might add) that the door to its mind remains open. Good.“I had my underlingssss deliver a messsssage,” you say to Acerea. Already you’re hovering over towards the door. “We’ll need to be over at the Brandssssston Villa as quickly as posssssible.”“Setting up an ambush, are we~?” she asks as she falls in behind you. You nod, prompting her to continue. “I’ll see if I can’t have the Engine dampen communications over that area then. Maybe they’ll be like every other member of the Inquisition thus far and will be too stupid to have a backup plan.”It only takes you but a moment’s concentration on the barn doors to get them rumbling out of the way. “You don’t sssssound sssso confident, Acerea.”“It’s my job to worry, I fear. Especially since Ignitrix isn’t around to do so.”“I’ll try not to make any progenitor referencessss.”“Umm…”Damn the spoken word. If you’d said that in her mind it would have translated properly. This only happens very rarely and then usually when it comes to humor. >  Explain the joke>  Let it go>  Write in>>37403574So that's where my 2 extra characters went.
>>37403574I wanna lick the honey off of Acerea's flower
>>37403605> Explain the joke
>>37403605>1] Explain the joke
>>37403605>  Explain the joke
>>37403605>  Let it goIf you have to explain it, there is no joke
>>37403690In fact, the best method that will get her to think the joke is funny is to subliminally hint at what the joke means, allowing her to find out why it's funny for herself.
>>37403690>not wanting best bug to drop a piping hot plate of spaghetti
>>37403710Don't you mean sssspaghetti?
>>37403605You spin around in the air to face the plaguebearer while still maintaining your previous velocity. Having no legs may be annoying sometimes but floating around definitely has its perks too. “I’m implying that you act like a mother to everyone in the group.”“And why might that be, hmmm~?” she teases. “Maybe I’m just being friendly~”“No. It’ssss more than that. The othersssss… they don’t ssssee it but I do. I’ve been in your mind, remember?”Her smile lessens by a fraction of a degree. “I suppose you have me there. But remember I’ve been in yours too, if only a little. I know you feel just the same way about your flock.”That gets you to laugh. It’s an odd sort of short screech but it’s your laugh. “I don’t think you yell at Cinder quite like I yell at my Gauntssss or my Genessstealersss.”“Oh~?”The next hour is a back and forth about your time prior to meeting the group of daemons and what it is to be a synapse creature. By the time you draw to a close you’ve already reached the Villa. Seeing it in person makes you wonder how it hasn’t been torn down or repurposed. For the most part the large, square-shaped building is intact. Sure there’s a large hole and debris in the western wall but you know the humans are capable of repairing worse. It’s not until you and Acerea wander into the inner-garden at the center of the Villa that you realize why it’s remained untouched. There’s a crater just off-center of the garden. In it is a meteorite made of some sort of green crystal. Just looking at it makes you feel uneasy. (cont)
>>37404132“Huh,” says Acerea as she goes over to examine the fallen object. “I’m no expert but I think it’s radioactive still. Not enough to matter to us unless we ate it but humans might have a bit more difficulty with it. Especially since… Ah yes. The building’s main well is right below this. You wouldn’t be able to grow anything here or drink the water.” Somehow she gleams all of this by merely tapping the crystal once before touching the darkened, dead soil. “Do you think it will sssscare off the acolytessss?” you ask.“Maybe. But they don’t need to come this far in, do they?”She has a point. Now that you’re here you need to come up with a plan of attack for the ambush.>  Get them at the door>  Move them through the foyer, let them see the rock, then grab them>  Start messing with the Psyker’s mind the moment he’s in range and have him lead his fellows on a wild goose chase>  SURPRISE GAUNT RUSH>  Acerea might have a plant or two for this>  Write in
>>37404150>  Start messing with the Psyker’s mind the moment he’s in range and have him lead his fellows on a wild goose chase>  Acerea might have a plant or two for this
>>37404150> Acerea might have a plant or two for this
>>37404150>>  Start messing with the Psyker’s mind the moment he’s in range and have him lead his fellows on a wild goose chase>  Acerea might have a plant or two for this
>>37404150>>  Start messing with the Psyker’s mind the moment he’s in range and have him lead his fellows on a wild goose chase>  Acerea might have a plant or two for this>  SURPRISE GAUNT RUSHInfluence the Psyker to walk through the plants with some Gaunts in them
>>37404132Man, Acerea'd best lose that unwarranted mother status when it comes to Cinder. She's too cool for moms.
Rolled 4 (1d100)Mkay so  and  then.Since you're messing with the psyker, I'll need you to roll 1d100 vs 61 (WP)I'm rolling myself vs the psyker's 41 WP. You want to beat his degrees of success/failure.
Rolled 59 (1d100)>>37404412yeah we're not beating his roll...
Rolled 92 (1d100)>>37404412That must be one damn good psyker.
Rolled 78 (1d100)>>37404412Hre we go
Rolled 90 (1d100)>>37404412
>>37404440>>37404450>>37404467>>37404475That's a whole lot of sucks-to-be-us
>>37404440>>37404450>>37404467Yeaaahhhh your first attempt to hit his mind doesn't go so well. You'll be at a negative if you try it again but more on that later. Writing for now.
>>37404533Let's just throw the Chaos Emerald at him.
>>37404150A subtle suggestion from you about how this place could use more greenery sees Acerea humming and moving towards the western wall. When she comes back she tells you, “All we need to do is get them to walk into the rubble. My vines will take care of the rest.”“Vinessss huh?”“Well not much else will work near that crystal. Even in the short term.”“Ssssssuper. I guessss I’ll try to enthrall that Psssssyker then. He sssshould be an easssy target.”“Just try not to blow out his mind, dear~”The next hour and a half pass uneventfully. Well mostly. You do manage to get a few cockroaches to do a salsa to Acerea’s amusement. By the time the acolytes arrive you’re more than ready to get the show on the road.Or so you think.As you cast out your mind towards the headlights approaching the Villa on the road you hit a wall. An extremely solid, well-built mental fortress of blinding golden light. Whatever sanctioning this psyker went through it’s the real deal. You might as well have been a fly on their vehicle’s windshield.Hey there’s an idea.A quick redirection later gives you ears. Shitty ones, like you’re hearing everything through a tube and in the rain.“That’s it up ahead, yeah?” says a female voice. The assassin?“Correct. My auspex is never wrong.” That has to be the Tech Priest.“Except when it comes to reading directions. Remember that one time on…”A whistle cuts the female voice off. Definitely the Tech Priest. Then a third person, male, adds to the conversation, “I still don’t see why I couldn’t just stay back at the safehouse with Lura and Hobins. There won’t be anything for me to read out here.”(cont)
>>37405281“Because, Marcus, I have a bad feeling that you’ll be needed.” Well there’s the Psyker. “Especially since SOMETHING just tried to touch my mind.” Wonderful.For a few minutes there’s nothing but the sound of the ground vehicle traveling over the road. Then the female voice speaks up. “Hey is anyone else’s bead working? Mine’s dead.”A chorus of negatives quickly follows, along with a muttering of what must be binary chant from the Tech Priest. “I don’t like it. It’s probably a trap. We should come back in the morning.”“Marcus stop being a ninny. It might be or it might not. What are you going to tell the Lord Inquisitor, that we passed up a lead because you were scared?”“Better scared and alive than dead in a ditch.”“Sounds like heresy to me.”“Shut up. It’s not my fault you three like jumping into minefields just because they’re there.”Then the fly dies. Curse them and their horribly short lifespans. You’re going to have to come up with something new.>  Go after Marcus (WP)>  That psyker will be your bitch, just like the patriarch (WP)>  Call in the Gaunts, have them run shadow games>  If you aim a Warp Blast just right you might be able to maim/kill every acolyte but one… (WP)>  Take a page from Cinder’s book and reveal yourself in true Khornate fashion>  Write in
>>37405312>  Call in the Gaunts, have them run shadow games
>>37405312>  Go after Marcus (WP)
Rolled 25 (1d100)>>37405312>>  Call in the Gaunts, have them run shadow gamesI want to keep the assassin as a pet and present for Cinder
>>37405312> Call in the Gaunts, have them run shadow games
>>37405312>  Cinder's an Inquisitor, and those need entourages, right? KIDNAP THEM!
 it is I guess. Writing...
>>37405478I want to do this after we break them
>>37405312>>  That psyker will be your bitch, just like the patriarch (WP)
Hey, can we do this with the gaunts?
>>37405312Rippers and Gaunts have slightly longer lifespans than flies, plus they’re just generally more useful. Now that you think about it you’ll have to look into Gargoyles and Sky-slashers, but that can wait. At the moment you concentrate on sending the four Hormagaunts you had accompany you to the Villa to the compass rose directions about the dilapidated building. With a little luck and some careful misdirection you’ll still pull this off without having to get personally involved. The first hint you have of the acolytes entering the perimeter proper is via a Gaunt on the eastern side of the Villa. Its picked up the sight of the humans trying to sneakily approach the ruins under the cover of the night. Now that you can see them proper you note that there are five monkeys in total: two Guardsmen, the Psyker, the Tech Priest, and what looks to be an Adept of some sorts. You watch and stifle a laugh as the one who must be called Marcus trips over himself at least three times in moving some twenty meters. But you still have a problem: the acolytes are on the wrong side of the building. If you’re going to use the Gaunt there you’d best do it quickly before the window of opportunity closes. Already you’ve frantically waved at Acerea with your scything talons and pointed at the opposite wall. > It should be noted that any tests you do via a Gaunt use their stats, not yours.>  Have the Gaunt rush from shadow to shadow but not stop (Ag)>  Let the acolytes see the full terror of a Hormagaunt, if only for a moment (T)>  Try and pick off the humans one by one using the lower biomorph(Ag x 4)>  Blow up their vehicle with your mind as a distraction (WP)>  Write in
>>37405849>  Let the acolytes see the full terror of a Hormagaunt, if only for a moment (T)
>>37405849>>  Have the Gaunt rush from shadow to shadow but not stop (Ag)
>>37405849>>  Have the Gaunt rush from shadow to shadow but not stop (Ag)>  Blow up their vehicle with your mind as a distraction (WP)
>>37405849>  Blow up their vehicle with your mind as a distraction (WP)
>>37405849> Have the Gaunt rush from shadow to shadow but not stop (Ag)
>>37405849>  Let the acolytes see the full terror of a Hormagaunt, if only for a moment (T)OOGA BOOGA
>>37405849>  Have the Gaunt rush from shadow to shadow but not stop (Ag)Don't want to drop any hints of Nid activity...
>>37405849>  Have the Gaunt rush from shadow to shadow but not stop (Ag)Time to put them a bit more on their toes, not give them straight heart attacks.
I believe  has it.1d100 vs 55 (Standard Horma Ag)If it fails you get to see a Benny Hill chase that isn't funny.
Rolled 62 (1d100)>>37406056
Rolled 56 (1d100)>>37406056
Rolled 30 (1d100)>>37406056
Rolled 22 (1d100)>>37406056
>>37406081good job anon
>>37406064>>37406065>>37406081Well at least one of you passed and that's all that matters. Writing...
>>37405849With a prompt from you the nearest hormagaunt to the acolytes begins to dance from shadow to shadow. It’s nimble enough that the humans only get a fleeting glimpse of the creature before it vanishes into the dark. Each subsequent traversal puts them more on edge.“See! I told you there was something out there!” shouts the Adept.“Think it’s that thing you were talking about?” asks one of the Guardsmen to the Psyker. Of which adjusts his robes before replying.“Perhaps. Keep whatever it is from disturbing me. I’ll see what I can find out.”This doesn’t seem to sit well with the remaining Guardsman, the female. “So help me if you cause gravity not to work again I will shoot you on the spot. I don’t care if it means execution. Shit’s not right.”> Before you wonder, yes you’ll mention this to Acerea so she won’t get caught off guard>  Gravity not work eh? (1d10 wounds to purposefully cause phenomena)>  Hide yourself from whatever probe is coming (WP)>  Attempt to take over the Psyker’s mind once more (WP)>  Fling the Hormagaunt into the Psyker’s face. It’s hungry after all. (Gaunt Ag)>  Write in
>>37406329>>  Gravity not work eh? (1d10 wounds to purposefully cause phenomena)OPERATION TK IS A GO
>>37406329>>  Hide yourself from whatever probe is coming (WP)>  Fling the Hormagaunt into the Psyker’s face. It’s hungry after all. (Gaunt Ag)
Rolled 3 (1d100)>>37406329>  Fling the Hormagaunt into the Psyker’s face. It’s hungry after all. (Gaunt Ag)
>>37406329> Gravity not work eh? (1d10 wounds to purposefully cause phenomena)
>>37406329>  Gravity not work eh? (1d10 wounds to purposefully cause phenomena)We already have plenty of psykers.
>>37406329>  Fling the Hormagaunt into the Psyker’s face. It’s hungry after all. (Gaunt Ag)
>>37406329>>  Gravity not work eh? (1d10 wounds to purposefully cause phenomena)
>>37406329>  Hide yourself from whatever probe is coming (WP)I don't like the odds of getting the right phenomena, and the psyker easily thwarted our first attempt...
>>37406329>  Gravity not work eh? (1d10 wounds to purposefully cause phenomena)
Rolled 6 (1d10)I believe  has it so I'll just roll for wounds here and then get to writing.>>37406513I'm not that mean.
>>37406567you say that now, then POW, right in the kisser...
>>37400710Okay, before i dive in, on a scale of 1-10, how lewd is this gonna get?
>>37406646it has been explained already that no lewdness, suggestions maybe but nothing smut filled. at least read the OP before posting stupid questions please.
>>37406329Purposefully causing a psychic blowback isn’t something you like doing. Especially because it ends up hurting you in the process more often than not. Still, the merit of doing so here far outweighs the short-term pain you’ll have to endure.“Ssssstand back,” you warn Acerea. “I’m going to attempt pssssionicssss. Oh and you sssshould probably make sssssure your presence is masssssked jussssst in casssse I fail.”“Be careful, hon,” she replies, showing only a hint of worry. Classic her.You push that aside and focus on ripping a hole in reality just above the psyker. Normally if you had a Hive Fleet backing you such things would be trivial. As you don’t the feedback from the sudden surge of power causes you to cry out in alarm and to spin on the spot. Acerea rushes to your side almost instantly to make sure you’re alright but your attention is focused on your Gaunt-Cam.It seems you timed your anamoly well. Not only are all five humans flung 10 meters into the air but they’re left hanging there for at least two seconds. Two, the Tech Priest and the male Guardsman, come back down with a sickening crunch as they fail to fall correctly. The remaining three catch themselves somehow. Immediately the Psyker begins backing away from the female Guardsman as she unholsters a pistol. “NONONO DON’T! IT WASN’T ME! IT WASN----”Your own ears pick up the sound of the revolver firing. The effect is instantaneous: where there was once a head there is now none. Marcus doesn’t seem to be all that thrilled with this turn of events. Especially since most of the former-psyker’s brains and blood ended up on his robes.(cont)
>>37406974“WHAT THE FUCK QUILLA?!”“I WARNED HIM MARCUS. I FUCKING WARNED HIM. THAT’S THE FIFTH TIME TODAY AND I AM NOT DEALING WITH WHATEVER HELLSPAWN FOLLOWS WHEN HE TOTALLY LOSES CONTROL.”“THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU GET TO BE A FUCKING FIELD COMMISSAR.”“SAYS THE HERETIC IN THE MAKING.”You’re temporarily brought back to yourself as Acerea literally shakes you. “Please tell me you’re okay Sytili. Please.”“I’m fine,” you reply. “Jusssst a little blowback, that’sss all. I’m fine.”The plaguebeaerer’s cheeks puff out slightly. “It’d better be.”“I sssswear. Now back in a bit…”You gently pat her shoulder with one of your talons before returning your attention to the acolytes. Somehow in that 30 seconds you were gone they’ve entered a threeway mexican stand-off. Marcus has a bolt pistol of all things while the Tech Priest seems to have picked himself up and produced two las carbines“PUT IT DOWN MARCUS.”“NO FUCK YOU QUILLA. YOU’VE BEEN A DAMN BITCH THIS ENTIRE TIME AND…”[Both of you cease this course of action at once. This is not the Omnissiah’s will.]“STUFF IT TIN CAN.”The Tech Priest’s las carbines shift to both point at Quilla. Which gives your Gaunt an opening to leap at him from Marcus’ side if you should so wish it.>  Let it play out while giving Acerea the play by play>  Gaunts are totally facehuggers, right? (Gaunt Ag)>  You know, Cinder might like this Guardswoman. You could pocket dimension her like the Blood Ravens (WP)>  Go out yourself and say hi. What could go wrong? (Fel)>  Write in
>>37406998>>  You know, Cinder might like this Guardswoman. You could pocket dimension her like the Blood Ravens (WP)
>>37406998>  Let it play out while giving Acerea the play by play>  Gaunts are totally facehuggers, right? (Gaunt Ag)>  You know, Cinder might like this Guardswoman. You could pocket dimension her like the Blood Ravens (WP)
>>37406998> You know, Cinder might like this Guardswoman. You could pocket dimension her like the Blood Ravens (WP)
>>37406998>  Go out yourself and say hi. What could go wrong? (Fel)Hi! I'm Styili! I devour entire worlds with the power of my moe lisp!
>>37406998>  Let it play out while giving Acerea the play by playI'm thinking let the emotions run over and deal with the survivors.
>>37406998>  You know, Cinder might like this Guardswoman. You could pocket dimension her like the Blood Ravens (WP)Hell yes, I'm also tempted to pop out and say hi when she vanishes and they start loosing their shit.
>>37407042You're supposed to pick just one anon.
>>37406998>  Let it play out while giving Acerea the play by play
>>37407071Maybe he means to let them kill each other a little, pop the guard out, and then sick the gaunts on them?
>>37406998>>  You know, Cinder might like this Guardswoman. You could pocket dimension her like the Blood Ravens (WP)Gotta get dat retinue
>>37406998>  Go out yourself and say hi. What could go wrong? (Fel)I wanna see what happens.
>>37406998> You know, Cinder might like this Guardswoman. You could pocket dimension her like the Blood Ravens (WP) Well this sounds fun!
Pretty sure  has it.1d100 vs 61Doubles means you hurt yourself.Failing means... well I'll roll on a table depending on how bad.
Rolled 40 (1d100)>>37407196
Rolled 50 (1d100)>>37407196
Rolled 64 (1d100)>>37407196
Rolled 69 (1d100)>>37407196
>>37407201THANK THE FICKLE DICE GODS!~
>>37407201>>37407205>>37407209Well I'm pretty sure 40 is less than 61. Writing...
>>37407244Probably. You might have to bring an expert in on this one.
>>37406998You’ve never really tried putting someone into a bubble in the Immaterium before but you know it’s possible. After all, Ignitrix managed to do it with an entire Battle Barge. How hard can one human be?Pretty hard, as it turns out. You have to harness the psychic potential of every Tyranid being on Fervious just to break the barrier. Forming a shell large enough for a human takes most of what you have left. There’s many reasons Tyranids don’t travel using the Warp and this is one of them - it takes far too much energy. But all said and done you have a nice new home for the Guardswoman. Checking in with the acolytes you see they’re mostly as you left them. Good. You waste no time in opening up a “hole” in the ground underneath Quilla before your grasp of the psychic energies dissipates. To the two onlookers and your gaunt it’s as if she’s been swallowed up by hellfire itself. The humans don’t take it very well, screaming about how she doomed them all. “Sooo, how’d it go?” asks Acerea.“Oh. It actually worked pretty well I think. Though I have no idea whether or not ssshe’ssss actually ssssafe from daemonssss in there.” She waves a hand at that. “Oh details. Worst case she’s a chaos spawn now and we’ll have to kill her. Or have one of your gaunts eat her. I’m sure it’ll be fine. But what about the two still out there? Do you know where their friends are or why they’re even here in the first place?”“Not yet…”>  NOW go out and say hello (Fel)>  Let them beat each other to death>  Have the gaunt steal out the body of the unconscious guardsman while they fight (Ag)>  Have the gaunts eat them>  Write in
>>37407723>  NOW go out and say hello (Fel)
>>37407723>  Have the gaunt steal out the body of the unconscious guardsman while they fight (Ag)
>>37407723> Have the gaunt steal out the body of the unconscious guardsman while they fight (Ag)
>>37407723>>  Have the gaunt steal out the body of the unconscious guardsman while they fight (Ag)
Rolled 97 (1d100)>>37407723>>  Have the gaunt steal out the body of the unconscious guardsman while they fight (Ag)
>>37407723>  Have the gaunt steal out the body of the unconscious guardsman while they fight (Ag)Kill steal tiem
>>37407723> NOW go out and say hello (Fel)Fuck it.I'm pushing the button!
 it is.1d100 vs 55. It's scary how agile the little bastards are.
Rolled 10 (1d100)>>37407888
Rolled 67 (1d100)>>37407888
>>37407903Well i was going to roll....But yeah....
Rolled 28 (1d100)>>37407888
Rolled 18 (1d100)>>37407888kill me.
>>37407903>>37407910>>37407937Your gaunt has successfully stolen: 1 x Knocked-out Guardsman. Writing...
>>37407970how did the gaunt steal the guardman? I bet it was hilarious. make it hilarious. pls.
>>37407989Clearly he put on a top hat, glasses, and a fake mustache. Then we pan to a scene with the body in the background and the two fighting in the foreground. The Gaunt "sneaks" onto the set then tries and fails to lift the guy 3 times. He leaves then comes back with a Warrior and has it lift it for him.
>>37408049not hilarious enough.>>37408091This I approve.
>>37408091Oh god please let this happen!
>>37408049>Grabbed him by the jeans it did.
>>37408240why did his post get deleted???
>>37408300Because he clearly deleted it himself.
>>37408300>not hilarious enough.
>>37408314you....you can manually do that now? holy shit go away from /tg/ for 2 years and this happens...damn kids and your new fangled ideas not posting memos. also if this somehow worked it would be fucking hilarious >>37408091
>>37407723It’s not all that hard for your Hormagaunt to use the shadows to its advantage in getting close to the unconscious guardsman. The problem comes when it tries to move the body. Unlike other biomorphs that have manipulators (hands) the hormagaunt only has long scything talons. Thus it’s stuck having to use its mouth to latch onto an arm in order to make any headway. All the while the two acolytes continue to fight one another. You’re starting to wonder whether they’re even under the effects of crippling fear at this point. The question becomes: will you deny the gaunt a meal so you have someone to pry for answers or will you let it eat and risk exposing yourself to the two acolytes?>  Let the Gaunt eat>  “Hi, I’m Sytili. Have you been drinking your milk?”Sorry, nodded off there. It's what I get for running on 3 hours of sleep but I'll keep going for now
>>37408520>  “Hi, I’m Sytili. Have you been drinking your milk?”Milk builds strong bones and teeth.
>>37408520>  “Hi, I’m Sytili. Have you been drinking your milk?”One human in hand is worth two in the house!
>>37408520>  “Hi, I’m Sytili. Have you been drinking your milk?”
Rolled 84 (1d100)>>37408520>>  “Hi, I’m Sytili. Have you been drinking your milk?”
>>37408520>>  “Hi, I’m Sytili. Have you been drinking your milk?”
>>37408520>  “Hi, I’m Sytili. Have you been drinking your milk?”Hell, let's take them all. We can use the psyker as fertilizer or gaunt chow later.
>>37408520>  “Hi, I’m Sytili. Have you been drinking your milk?”There is a psyker corpse which the Gaunt can nom as reward...
>>37408571>>37408575Back the fuck up.Can we make a new Synapse this way?
>>37408603Not according to lore, but what does that matter. I'd still say no.
>>37408520> “Hi, I’m Sytili. Have you been drinking your milk?”
 it is. Writing...>>37408603Not really. Sytili has to morph herself and then decide that she really does need someone under her to help control everything. Biomass gets thrown into the pool and boom, new synapse. Or so I understand, anyways.
>>37408763oh my god. Dat Cinder wearing the megamilk t-shirt. Deculture you magnificent bitch/bastard.
>>37408763ELH....where did you find that pic?
>>37408850It's on my twitter but here.
>>37408520In all good conscience you can’t take biomass away from a gaunt that’s performed admirably. So you let the thing eat the (now) dead guardsman.“We’re going to have to deal with them perssssonally I fear,” you reply to Acerea. “It sssshouldn’t be too hard. They’re basssssically beating each other’ssss brainssss out assss we ssssspeak.”“Oooo~! Those are the best kind!” she exclaims. “It’s very easy to mindbreak or push them over the insanity edge when they’re like that. From there it’s just a few whispers to get them to tell you everything~”You pause, looking her up and down. “You ssseem… a bit too happy about thissss.”“What can I say dear, I’m a daemon and a sadist. Now come along~”You follow the practically waltzing plaguebearer outside. When you reach the brawl the Tech Priest and Adept are STILL going at it. DM’s note: I’ve been rolling their WP offscreen. This shit is just as bad as rolling legitimate daemonhost on my first Psyker roll everAcerea coughs to get the two humans’ attention. “Ahem~”Their heads turn in unison to see you floating behind a green-skinned daemon. It’s no wonder Marcus sneaks in another punch before both of their mouths fall agape.“Yes. Hello to you too. Now I have you have a choice, little ones. Either you can come with me…” She steps aside and motions at you. “Or you can deal with my friend here. Either way, you will be telling us what you know.”The adept finds his tongue first. “N-Never! You can eat me alive and I’ll never talk. Least of all to a daemon or her pet Tyranid.”You let out a snort and float closer to him. He visibly recoils and cowers at the motion. “I am no onessss pet, biomassss. And if you are ssssso eager to be eaten then…” At your mental command the head of the guardsman comes flying to land at his feet, followed by the ominous red eyes of the other gaunts glaring at him from the darkness. “I sssshall make it sssso.”(cont)
>>37409066[ERROR: SANITY NOT FOUND] chatters the Tech Priest, his mechadendrites spasming out of control. This elicits a giggle from Acerea.“Oooh he’s one of these. A little disease and corruption and I’ll have him singing Nurgle’s praises in no time. The mechanical ones are always so easy~ Will you be alright with that one?” She point at Marcus.>  Yup, I’ve got him. Go have fun (S)>  You sure you don’t want to play Good Daemon Bad Tyranid? Or vice versa? (Fel)>  Let’s switch>  Write in
>>37409077>>  You sure you don’t want to play Good Daemon Bad Tyranid? Or vice versa? (Fel)
Rolled 69 (1d100)>>37409077>>  You sure you don’t want to play Good Daemon Bad Tyranid? Or vice versa? (Fel)
>>37409077>good cop bad cop (fel)
>>37409077>  Yup, I’ve got him. Go have fun (S)Let the Plague-bearer have her fun... let us see how long the adept can keep his secrets as he is eaten alive, piece by piece... fingers, toes, hands, feet.... I'd bet he would break before we got to his torso...
Rolled 89 (1d100)>>37409077>>  Yup, I’ve got him. Go have fun (S)
>>37409077>  Yup, I’ve got him. Go have fun (S)
>>37409077>  You sure you don’t want to play Good Daemon Bad Tyranid? Or vice versa? (Fel)
>>37409077> Yup, I’ve got him. Go have fun (S)
Guess I'll wait a little longer.
Rolled 1 (1d2)>>37409077>>37409326Flipping a coin. 1 is 1, 2 is 2.
>>37409382Good enough for me. it is. 1d100 vs 45.More Degrees of Success means More Batman Sytili. Or something.
Rolled 15 (1d100)>>3740940145 hmmm
Rolled 63 (1d100)>>37409401For the dice gods.
Rolled 44 (1d100)>>37409401
Rolled 22 (1d100)>>37409401roll
>>37409412>>37409413>>37409419I'd say three degrees means you get to be a little Batman. Except Batman with a little more nomming I think. Yeah.Writing...
>>37409077“Thisssss wassste of flesssh?” You let your eyes wander down until they meet Marcus’. His eyes somehow find a way to be even wider as they begin roving about in the search of something that isn’t fear inducing. Needless to say the effort is for naught. “Yessss. I’ll be alright. Go have fun.”Acerea gives you a toothy grin before walking over, reaching down, untangling the cogboy from his fellow acolyte, and taking him by the collar back into the Villa. Meanwhile you have your gaunts come even closer to form a semicircle at the Adept’s back. That just leaves you hovering over him with the moonlight at your back.“Why are you here?” you demand simply.That gets you a spit wad in your face. Right where your scything talons can’t reach. It’s a good thing you’re psychic. “Oh sssso now the coward playsssss tough? I wonder how you’ll hold up to thisssss.” You motion at your gaunts. “Resssstrain him.” Each of the Tyranids chomps down on a different limb, thus completely immobilizing the Adept. His screams of pain are only matched by the shrieks of horror coming from inside the Villa. “Good, yesss. Now you sssee thissss?” A quick bit of concentration sees the loogie on your face flying off and condensing into a ball in frot of Marcus. “You’re going to tell me everything or it’ssss going down your throat.”“I-I-I-It’s j-just spit, you stupid x-xenos.”“Isssss it now?”You let your eyes flash for show to mask an illusion being weaved around the simple bit of liquid. To the man, it now looks like a flaming hot coal. He whimpers and tries in vain to get away yet the gaunts hold him fast.“Lasssst chance before I roasssst you for my flock’ssss enjoyment. WHY. ARE. YOU. HERE.” The last four words are punctuated by you jabbing the “coal” into his face. It’s not even giving off any heat, being a quick illusion and all, yet he reacts as if it were. (cont)
>>37409903“We we were s-sent to see why the tithe wasn’t being filled. And why the planetary governor’s gone missing. And the corruption rumored to be in the Arbites and…” He stammers and babbles off a long list of repeating reasons why the Inquisition had sent a team to Fervious. Nothing about Tyranids or Chaos but you have to be sure.“Bite down harder.”“N-NO-ARHHHHHH” You hear the bones crunch in the hormagaunts’ jaws. “Will your friendssss tell me the ssssame ssstory?”“Y-YES! I S-SWEAR!”“And where are they exactly?”He rattles of an address you pass on to the Patriarch. Sure enough it comes back valid within a minute. “Harder.”“WHHY---”“Becaussssse, you ssstupid ape, my gauntssss are hungry and my patience issss at an end. Sssswear to me that all you’ve ssssaid issss true and that there issss no other Inquisssitorial presssence on Fervioussss.”“I… I SWEAR.”You float back into the darkness, nodding. “You can eat him now.”“WHAT. NO. I--”Thanks to the psychic link you can even taste the adrenaline coursing through his veins as the hormagaunts tear savagely into him. But you’ll savor that later. Right now you have a few more acolytes to take care of.> Pick one, not multiple. They all mean different approaches you'll try first.>  Lure them out>  Smoke them out>  Get them to drink the milk>  Surprise Orbital Bombardment from Inquisitor Cinder>  Write in
>>37409915> Get them to drink the milkKukuku....
>>3740991>>  Get them to drink the milkPoisoning is the preferred method of assassinations for 84% of hired killers in the Milky Way Galaxy.
>>37409915>  Get them to drink the milkI am the milkman. My milk is delicious
>>37409915>>  Get them to drink the milk
>>37409964Added irony: The milk's supposed to be the thing keeping people on this planet FROM being poisoned. Ignitrix planned this whole shit from day one. Calling it now.
>>37409982Even if she didn't, she will claim to have done so...
>>37409993Shut up Iggy and go back to your cute form. I'm onto you.
The Acolytes have left us a present in the form of their transport... Could we use it in some way?
That Guardswoman we've got in Warp-storage, If/when Cinder corrupts her, do you think she'd get on well with Tiger?
 it is. Good thing you smacked the Genestealer around earlier. Writing...>>37410072You now have whatever the 40k equivalent of a Toyota Hilux is. No idea how a Zoanthrope will use that but I'm sure Acerea might think of something if nothing else.
>>37409915As you wander about the Villa, trying to discern what corner Acerea’s taken her captive to based on screams alone, you prod your Genestealer. <You have the address. Take a batch of the new formula and see that they get three bottles a piece. If I do not sense them becoming Contagii by the time the sun rises you’re getting replaced. We clear?>You get another timid skree. <Good. When you’re done have them report back to their Inquisitorial contacts that all is well on Fervious.>Leaving the link open so you can make sure the deed is done, you continue your meandering. You eventually find Acerea tending to a very large and very green tree in the middle of the Villa’s garden.“I thought you ssssaid nothing thisss complex would grow here?”She turns, positively radiant. “Ah but that’s just the thing. This is no ordinary tree. This is a living, breathing, Tech Priest.”On cue the tree seems to sigh. It must be more of the plaguebearer’s bio-engineering. “But what of the cryssstal?”Her tone changes to be a tad darker and her grin falters. But only for a moment. “It simply vanished before my eyes, taking all traces it had ever existed with it. The Engine’s verified that nothing left or even entered orbit tonight. I even have a few daemons I know looking for it in the Warp but so far nothing’s turned up. Whatever it was it’s gone now I’m afraid.”Best you can tell she’s not lying about any of it. Acerea lying to you would be a first anyways. >  Meh. It was just a crystal.>  Have your Congatii do a little research whenever they aren’t mating (Int)>  Write in
>>37410413>>  Have your Congatii do a little research whenever they aren’t mating (Int)
>>37410413> Have your Congatii do a little research whenever they aren’t mating (Int)
>>37410413>  Have your Congatii do a little research whenever they aren’t mating (Int)
>>37410413> Write inSee if we can pick up something about what happened/the crystal whereabouts with our psychic powers.Barring that:> Have your Contagii do a little research whenever they aren’t mating (Int)
Wasn't there an assassin at some point, or did I miss something?
>>37410512she turned out to be the female guardswoman we have in our pocket.
1d100 vs 25 (-10 because reasons)>>37410505I'm saving you the trouble of having to do a WP-60 roll. Unless you can roll a natural 1 it's impossible.>>37410520It's either that or she's back at the safehouse. I'll let you wonder about that.
Rolled 93 (1d100)>>37410536a 25 is going to be hard to beat
Rolled 46 (1d100)>>37410536milk!
Rolled 21 (1d100)>>37410536
Rolled 28 (1d100)>>37410556holy shit nice save anon
>>37410556And saved!Nice job, anon.
>>37410556You all can praise me now! Also i'm always going to pray to Gilgamesh for my rolls now
>>37410542>>37410551>>37410556A 21 will get you something at least. Writing...
>>37410520A shame. Fighting an Imperial assassin would have been interesting. But then maybe Cinder will have a imperial execution force sent after her when she's more infamous. She and her friends can call dibs on which assassin to take on.
>>37410691Cinder is more likely to requisition a couple temple assassins to have them kill for her, and then fight her when they find our they've been doing Khorne's work.
>>37410703Those that survive all this will become Chaos Assassins and found new temples, because the Imperium didn't have enough problems.On a tangentially related note, think we'll find a leftover Moerorus egg? Because again: the Imperium didn't have enough problems.
>>37410413The next few days sees you returning to the same “lull” of the month prior. Most of your time is spent either tweaking the spores carried within the Styger milk or mulling over what you’re able to find out about the crystal. Apparently it had always been a central piece of the Brandson Villa. In fact it was why the structure was built where and how it was. The gemstone had only become radioactive after the Typhoon that brought down the western wall. Otherwise it was the prime jewel of the owner’s garden. Many have tried to remove or steal it but none were able to dislodge it from the crater. Thus you’re left having to pocket the fact a small mystery got away from you for the time being. You have much more important things to worry about after all. Like the upcoming planet-wide announcement from Cinder that will see Phase 2 begin. The 70 day part of the plan that will have whatever part of the population that doesn’t convert to Chaos reduced to biomass like the rest of the planet. By the end of it you’ll have a small little fleet of Bioships to call your own. Should you choose to stay around that long, of course. You thought you’d set them off chewing their way along the fringe of the Expanse while checking up on them now and again. So long as you keep growing in power you’ll be able to retake command of them whenever you so wish. It’s not like there’s any other Chaos-tainted Synapse around.(cont)
>>37410835Speaking of which, you have a hard decision in front of you. Your current biomorph, the Zoanthrope, only has but so much potential. You could incorporate the Neurothrope strain into your being to circumvent that but you’re wary of what that might bring. Eating souls to grow more powerful seems like a path of friction between you and your daemon friends. Plus you worry it might be addicting. That’s what slew the Doom of Malan'tai after all. It ended up eating its own soul out of hunger and withdrawal. The alternative is to fully embrace whatever Chaos brings. Granted, you haven’t exactly been fighting it but you know there’s definitely more to the corruption. You’re not sure what you’ll end up as on the other side, other than a synapse of some sort. It’s all so very unknown. > 20 min vote> Ask questions if you need to. Points on the sheet have been updated. >  Neurothrope Time>  Chaos Time
>>37410843> Chaos Time
>>37410843>  Chaos Time
>>37410843>>  Chaos Time
You know this has got me thinking - the reason why Acerea feels like she's less important than the other MCs is because she's always been the "camp mom" of the group. The kind of person who makes sure the other MCs have a place to come back to when they're done taking skulls or making plans. They never get the limelight because they don't need or want it. They're just happy helping whatever way they can. It's actually very Nurgle of her the more I think about it.
>>37410990Yep, that's the Ara Ara demon.
So with  in the lead Sytili will essentially start to become a Warrior Prime hybrid of sorts. She'll sport features directly correlated to her points with the various gods. As it stands now, with her being at +4 strength, you get something extremely similar to >>37409326Advancing Nurgle gets you toxic stuff. Tzeentch gives you wings. Along with the other goodies. Yes it is possible to lose points but that doesn't become a factor until you hit 5 in one area. With that I think I'll call it a night. Iggy will be next up so I hope you've been thinking about how to corrupt SoBs.
>>37411060Thanks for the thread ELH
>>37411060Thanks ELH. See you next time.
Looks like new Sytili can wrestle with Cinder quite well. Could it be the start of a new bromance? Bramance? You know what I mean.