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You didn’t think it was possible. How could anyone be more dull than the “gladiators” back in the Slayer of Raptor’s Bloodpits? Whether or not it’s the combination of your own advancement and/or time spent here on this backwater world, you’re finally bored to tears. You can’t even let the visual impulses reach your brain anymore lest you claw out your eyes from how pathetic it all is.

“Please, Miss Torch, my family is dying! We need your milk, we need...”

The voice comes from a speaker off to your right. It’s the only way those humans outside of the farm can contact you. This is by design, of course. You couldn’t afford to keep having an illusion applied every day and constantly patrolling the grounds for would-be Styger-rustlers was getting boring. So you constructed a vast wall and retractable ceiling one night, encasing and hiding the farm away from the outside world.

Which is a good thing, seeing as how you’re surrounded on all sides for several miles by shantytowns and crude camps thanks to the Tournament. You yourself haven’t made an appearance at any of the hastily dug blood pits since their inception but they’re still going strong. Once the winners have decided for the day they eagerly crowd about one of your secured “teller windows” to await their bottles of Mad-Styger Milk.

(cont)

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>>37825166

The speaker repeats the message from before, though the human’s tone is a tad more urgent. It wouldn’t be the first time some idiot thought you’d hand out a bottle just because they begged for it. But something about this time causes something to snap inside of you. The anger boils up, causing you to…

> [1] Aggressively headpat the Ignitrix doll in the hopes the human will go away (He won’t)
> [2] Yell some choice expletives (including daemonic ones) at the beggar until his head explodes (S)
> [3] Announce to the surrounding area that all milk for the day will be withheld thanks to this moron. That’ll get them riled up.
> [4] Kick down the nearest wall, revealing your true daemonic glory as you begin to show these ingrates what true combat is. (QM rolls on pic-related at +30 for every human in a 50m radius)

>>37825192

We should let him in and use him to vent our frustrations on... sure, he'd probably die just from seeing us, but we can turn him into a fine paste...

if not, then a modified 2, announce that today's milk goes to whoever kills his family and brings us their heads...

>>37825192
>[1] Aggressively headpat the Ignitrix doll in the hopes the human will go away (He won’t)
Also
>[4] Kick down the nearest wall, revealing your true daemonic glory as you begin to show these ingrates what true combat is. (QM rolls on pic-related at +30 for every human in a 50m radius)
"OH YEAH!"

we koolaid man now.

>>37825192
>> [1] Aggressively headpat the Ignitrix doll in the hopes the human will go away (He won’t)
> [3] Announce to the surrounding area that all milk for the day will be withheld thanks to this moron. That’ll get them riled up.

>>37825192
Invite him inside, who knows. Maybe if he doesn't roll a 100 for fear

Rolled 27, 20 = 47 (2d100)

Hm. I suppose inviting him inside can be a thing. While giving the Iggy doll aggressive headpats, of course.

Just gunna roll 2d100 here for the mook and then get to writing.

>>37825192
>[3] Announce to the surrounding area that all milk for the day will be withheld thanks to this moron. That’ll get them riled up.

>>37825192
> [1] Aggressively headpat the Ignitrix doll in the hopes the human will go away (He won’t)

>>37825520

So his WP was 30 before Fear 4 kicked in. Thus he fails by 2 degrees.

20+20+30 = 70

He's frozen in terror. Good job.

>>37825192

You tap a button on your chair’s control, opening a hidden door next to the man outside. “Enter,” you say, your voice deadly quiet.

An audible gasp from onlookers outside meets your ears, followed by the man asking, “I’m… I’m sorry?”

“DID I FUCKING STUTTER?” you roar back. The ape gets the hint and runs into the dark, the door slamming shut behind him. It’s not long before he reaches you in your control room, thanks to a little “encouragement” for him to hurry the fuck up. Luckily for him, the back of your chair is towards him.

“Um… T-Thank you for seeing me...Ma’am. It’s a real…” He freezes up completely as you spin your chair around. It’s not every day a normal man is greeted with the sight of a Bloodthirster petting a Lady of Change doll with a scowl on her face. So you don’t hold it against him. Much. It’s hard for you to feel anything but contempt at his scrawny form.

“So I understand you want some of my famous milk, is that correct?” you ask. “Well too bad for you the only thing I have left is their blood.”

It’s a lie, of course. The Styger’s are happily moo’ing in the next building over. But the human before you doesn’t know that. Even in his frozen state his eyes go wide in alarm.

“No tongue eh? Typical.” You spin around and dramatically reach for a button. “Well if you have nothing to say that might excuse your insolence perhaps your family can explain. I’ll have them brought here, one by one. And then…”

Finally the man finds his tongue. “W-What do you want?! What are you?!”

> [1] I am become death. (Kill him)
> [2] Give him your long title, and then kill him.
> [3] Same as [2], but instead of killing him you force feed him some Blood
> [4] I am your future. (Recruit? him)
> [5] Write in

>>37825892
> [3] Same as [2], but instead of killing him you force feed him some Blood

>>37825892
> [3] Same as [2], but instead of killing him you force feed him some Blood

>>37825892
>[1] I am become death. (Kill him)

>>37825892
> [3] Same as [2], but instead of killing him you force feed him some Blood
> [4] I am your future. (Recruit? him)

>>37825892
>[1] I am become death. (Kill him)

>>37825892
> [5] Write in
Chain him up, deliver him to the others to break his mind, then get our zonethrope buddy to change him physically and set him up as the new Blood Champion and leader of our new religious cult.

>>37825892

"Who Am I!? I am the owner this farm. Your rules dictate that the killer gains control of the victims possesions? I simple killed the last owner and took this for myself. However, your petty fights now bore me and I want something interesting before I decide to just kill you all out of spite... You want my elixir? Then you can have it little man..."
Then we pick him up and give him the blood.

Lets say.... 5 times the quantity we'd normally put in the blood, only concentrated...

Rolled 8 (1d100)

I believe [3] has it basically.

I'll just roll this here and get to writing.

>>37826168

Someone rolled well.... I assume....

>>37825892

You try and fail not to have a shit-eating grin as you spin back around. “Me? I am Cinder, favored Daughter of Khorne, instrument of His will, Head of the Black Crusade, and your worst nightmare.”

As your sadistic smile widens the man drops to the floor in tears, begging for you to let him go. You ignore his groveling, instead opting to rise and pick him up by his head. In vain he tears at your arm as you produce a carton of glowing, red blood and bring it towards his mouth.

“You want my elixir? Fine. But you’ll be getting the concentrated glory of it all, untainted by those beasts’ milk.”

With that you force feed him the entire carton. The moment you’re done you toss his rapidly mutating body aside and return to your chair. Before your eyes the skinny almost-ratling grows twice in size and musculature. His eyes bulge out of their sockets as he screams in terror and pain. “MY BLOOD. IT’S ON FIRE!” he cries. You note that indeed his veins seem to be pulsating a bright yellow like flowing magma.

> [1] Good. Welcome to Team Chaos.
> [2] What will happen if I give you more?
> [3] Kill him anyways
> [4] Write in

>>37826561
> [1] Good. Welcome to Team Chaos.

>>37826561
> [1] Good. Welcome to Team Chaos.

>>37826561
> [2] What will happen if I give you more?

>>37826561
> [1] Good. Welcome to Team Chaos.

>>37826561
>[1] Good. Welcome to Team Chaos.

>>37826561
> [1] Good. Welcome to Team Chaos.

>>37826561
>[2] What will happen if I give you more?

Team Chaos it is.

Writing...

>>37826561

“Good. That means it’s working and that you’re not going to become a Chaos Spawn.” You smirk as you cross your legs and arms. “Though I was sort of looking forward to strangling and tearing you apart if I must be honest. Oh well.”

Predictably the Ogryn-sized man takes a swing at you. You block it easily with your tail and proceed to tail-slap him across the face. “Yes, I like it. Harness that rage. Put it to good use in the days to come. But I don’t have time to babysit you through this process so…”

You flick a different switch on your armrest. Acerea’s face appears on one of the many screens behind you in short order. “Oh! Hi Cinder~ Who’s your friend?”

Nodding at the literally fuming human in front of you, you reply, “Someone who’s going to need a little more guidance on what it means to be a part of the Chaos family than I care to deal with right now. Today’s the day we enter Phase 2, after all.”

The Plague Herald brightens at hearing that. “Oh~? Well then I’ll let Kaysis know to begin preparing her ritual. I’m *so* excited to see how her plagues will turn out.” She pauses, then her gaze ever-so subtly shifts to the ape before you. “I’ll send Sytili and one of her thralls over in a shuttle to pick up our new ‘friend.’ Will that work, hun?”

“I suppose. But why Sytili too?”

Acerea laughs, hand at her mouth. “I’ll let her explain that when she gets there. You’re in for a treat I think.”

“Okay…” You shrug and end the vox call. As you do you note that there’s a growing mob outside each of your distribution windows. By the time Sytili’s shuttle starts asking for clearance to land the entire area around your farm is all but a riot. But, since they’re limited to Feudal-level technology, Sytili’s able to land inside your enclosure without issue.

(cont)

>>37827339

You go to meet her with the still smouldering human in tow. He’s not happy about this one bit but a few smacks with your tail keep in line. When the shuttle doors finally open, a seemingly normal, middle-aged woman walks out with a cattle prod. She nods at you then walks over and begins shepherding Ogryn-man into her vessel. But there’s no sign of Sytili.

“Sytili?” you call. “What are you…”

That’s when a blur leaps from the other side of the shuttle. You’re able to see it’s a Tyranid Warrior of sorts as it hurtles at you, fist cocked back for a punch. Though do Warriors usually have that large of heads?

> [1] Take the punch (T)
> [2] Dodge the punch (Ag)
> [3] Deflect the punch (WS)
> [4] Return the punch with one of your own (WS)
> [5] Write in

>>37827368
>[1] Take the punch (T)

>>37827368
> [1] Take the punch (T)

>>37827368
> [2] Dodge the punch (Ag)

>>37827368
> [3] Deflect the punch (WS)

>>37827368
[5] Bro-fist, full force.

>>37827368
>[1] Take the punch (T)

>>37827368
Seconding >>37827426

>>37827368
>[4] Return the punch with one of your own (WS)

>>37827426

This does seem like the Khornate thing to do. Best Girl has come to cheer us up, clearly.

>>37827368
changing from >>37827401 to >>37827426

>>37827426
This

>>37827426
Supporting.

>>37827426
>full force
RIP Sytili's arm

>>37827426
maybe not full force, but brofist force

>>37827481

She can grow a new one! And actually she's damned close to us in the Strength department once you calculate in unnatural stuff

>>37827435
Changing to Bro-Fist, too good to pass up

>>37827519
if you chance votes make sure to reply to your old vote or delete it so ELH can count it properly

>>37827541
Opps, on it

Rolled 3 (1d100)

Well a brofist can't NOT happen now.

1d100 vs 52

I will roll for Sytili as it's an opposed roll of sorts. Not to hurt each other though before you worry. Something better and more Khorney.

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>37827567
>3
well then...

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>37827567
>3
>Broest brofist to ever bro

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>37827567

rolling 100

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>37827567

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>37827567
>3
RIP our arm

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>37827611
damnit anon, you were 2 seconds slow

>>37827611
Fuck.

Just a bit late.

>>37827592
>>37827602
>>37827608

You uh... pass. Barely. But Sytili has almost five degrees so expect something about that.

Anyways, writing...

>>37827641

I blame our lack of any worthy opponents for our averageness...

>>37827368

It takes you a few ticks to realize it’s Sytili flying at you in the traditional Battle-brother fashion. There is but one response to this: you pull back your own fist and fling it forward at just the right time to collide with hers.

So powerful are the forces involved in the collision of fists that the retractable dome across the entire farm blows off. To your surprise you’re even pushed into the ground an inch, forming a small depression. Nothing else is harmed in the display of strength, though you do note the angry masses outside have fallen silent. Probably because a metal dome just crushed half of them.

“CINDER,” says Sytili, her voice now containing a very satisfying Khornate-power to it.

“SYTILI,” you reply, looking her up and down. She may be a Tyranid but damned if you don’t approve of her changes.

The two of you share a very tense, yet understood stare as the shuttle takes off behind Sytili. It’s only once it’s gone that the Tyranid breaks the tension by winking at you and booping your nose.

“I sssshould have come sssssoooner,” she remarks. “You’ve been sssstuck without a meaningful opponent for too long~”

Even buttered up you know full well that’s her way of saying “THAT was a brofist?” But you can’t be all that mad at her, if at all. She seems to be bursting with a sort of energy that reminds you of your first “day” among dragons. And that’s a very, VERY good thing.

> [1] Reply in Khornate fashion. But make it clear you don’t want to have another Wormbag-like relationship
> [2] Reply as you always have to Sytili: By remarking how, now that she’s here, you can begin Phase 2 proper.
> [3] Demand a rematch, right here, right now.
> [4] Write in

>>37827368
> [4] Return the punch with one of your own (WS)

>>37827883
>[1] Reply in Khornate fashion. But make it clear you don’t want to have another Wormbag-like relationship

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>>37827426

>>37827883
>[2] Reply as you always have to Sytili: By remarking how, now that she’s here, you can begin Phase 2 proper.

>>37827883
>[2] Reply as you always have to Sytili: By remarking how, now that she’s here, you can begin Phase 2 proper.

>>37827883
> [2] Reply as you always have to Sytili: By remarking how, now that she’s here, you can begin Phase 2 proper.

>>37827883
>> [4] Write in
Headpats

>>37827883
>[2] Reply as you always have to Sytili: By remarking how, now that she’s here, you can begin Phase 2 proper.

>>37827883
>[1] Reply in Khornate fashion. But make it clear you don’t want to have another Wormbag-like relationship

>>37827930
This is how I picture it now.
>>37827883
[2]

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>>37827883
> [2] Reply as you always have to Sytili: By remarking how, now that she’s here, you can begin Phase 2 proper.

>>37827993
>not a noogie

>>37827993
This is a given.

[2] it is.

Writing...

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>>37827883

You smile and shake your head. “Well if you’re going to be like that, I guess I’ll withhold your headpat for now.”

“You’re evil,” hisses Sytili. At first you believe her bluff that she’s hurt by this turn of events, only for her wriggling tail to give her actual mood away.

“I sure am,” you reply as you give her a casual tap on the side of her cheek. “But enough about who’s out of practice and who’s pouting. Let’s go get some skulls, eh?”

Sytili practically hovers with glee at that. If you had a heart, you might be having a heart attack right about now. “Where sssshall we sssstart? Outssside perhapssss?”

> [1] Yep. You get the left, I’ll get the right.
> [2] Eh, they’re small fry. Let’s go mess with the Planetary Governor.
> [3] Rampage through the PDF barracks
> [4] Write in

>>37828242
> [3] Rampage through the PDF barracks

>>37828242
>[3] Rampage through the PDF barracks
Did Cinder just get a daughteru?

>>37828242
>[3] Rampage through the PDF barracks
Fun time

>>37828242
>> [3] Rampage through the PDF barracks

>>37828242
>[3] Rampage through the PDF barracks

Might as well get a bit of practice in first... perhaps see how many people we can kill by casually tossing one guy at them?

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>>37828242
> [3] Rampage through the PDF barracks
> [1] Yep. You get the left, I’ll get the right.

>>37828242
[3] Helms Deep awaits!

[3] it is. Writing...

>>37828343
You read my mind sorta.

>>37827883
>So powerful are the forces involved in the collision of fists that the retractable dome across the entire farm blows off. To your surprise you’re even pushed into the ground an inch, forming a small depression. Nothing else is harmed in the display of strength, though you do note the angry masses outside have fallen silent. Probably because a metal dome just crushed half of them.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GrrPyRAe_eM

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>>37825135
No wonder you didn't want Slaaneshis here if you're going to get this lewd on your own...

>>37828242

You look in the direction of the nearest wall, weighing your options. Eventually you reply, “Nah. If I’ve learned one thing having been surrounded by those wastes of flesh it’s that they’re not even fit for corrupting or reclamation. At least, not by us.”

“Hmmmm…” Sytili looks up at the sky (now easily visible). “I ssssuppossse I ssshould have told the pilot to wait…”

“Don’t worry about it. There’s an old favor I’ve been meaning to call in for awhile now.”

---

“...Man if my wife gives me another lecture, I don’t know what I’ll do.”

“Come on Frank! You can always just go claim her sister instead!”

“True… true. But I…”

“What is it, Frank?”

“Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“Just shut up and listen!”

The two PDF soldiers on patrol near the main barracks pause and look up the road. There they see Sytili and you in the back of Old Man Smithers’ truck. He’s blasting some sort of archaic Terran music as he drives, otherwise appearing to not care about a single thing happening around him.

“SHIT MAN. I’M PRETTY SURE THAT’S A TYRANID.”

“WELL DON’T JUST STAND THERE, GO SOUND THE--”

<IF YOU WANT BLOOD, YOU GOT IT~>

“FFFFFFFFFFFUUUU--”

With that Smithers’ crashes into the barracks’ gate and knocks both it and the two soldiers away. Sytili and you waste no time hopping out of the back.

“Thanks for the lift, neighbor,” you shout over the music as you rap on the driver side door.

“Anee time, lass,” he replies as he throws it into reverse and turns around.” Ya’ll come back now, ya hear?”

You hadn’t really planned on it but damn if the geezer hasn’t been useful. Even once he caught you in your daemonic form (quite by accident) he’s been an extremely good neighbor. It’s as if his old age has afforded him the capacity to not care about anything and it’s awesome. “Sure thing, Old Man.”

(cont)

>>37828920

He waves out of the window as he drives off. That just leaves you and Sytili with a pair of PDF soldiers as an alarm starts to resonate from the buildings ahead of you.

> [1] Let Sytili lead the way. It’s her first rodeo after all.
> [2] Lead the way for now.
> [3] Make a bet to see who can get the most skulls
> [4] Write in

>>37828942
>[1] Let Sytili lead the way. It’s her first rodeo after all.

>>37828942
>[1] Let Sytili lead the way. It’s her first rodeo after all.

>>37828942
> [3] Make a bet to see who can get the most skulls

>>37828942
> [3] Make a bet to see who can get the most skulls

But let Sytili win.

> [1] Let Sytili lead the way. It’s her first rodeo after all.

>>37828942
> [1] Let Sytili lead the way. It’s her first rodeo after all.
> [3] Make a bet to see who can get the most skulls
We'll give her a small lead. She's new at this.

>>37828942
> [1] Let Sytili lead the way. It’s her first rodeo after all.
gotta make sure to stretch all those killing muscles before we go full destroyer of worlds on the base...

So [1] with a sporting bet thrown in instead of a serious competition. Possibly letting Sytili win (though you may change your mind, we'll see).

Writing...

>>37828942

Without prompting, the Zoan… Prime? has already reduced the two soldiers caught up with the gate into tiny chunks of meat. Her scything talons gleaming with their red blood, she turns to you and beams. “What’sssss next?”

“Hah,” you return. “You tell me. I figure I’ll let you lead the way since you’re new and all. The best way to learn is to throw yourself head first into the fray after all.” After a moment’s consideration, you add, “But… why not make it interesting?”

Sytili raises an eyebrow. “How do you mean?”

You wave you claws over the barracks and the rest of the PDF base beyond them. “A simple bet: Whoever can take the most skulls.”

She wastes no time in replying, “Yessss. I like it. But what does the winner get?”

“You tell me.”

One of her hands goes up to her face to rub her chin. “If I win… I want to be able to usssse your bloodbath like Acerea and Ignitrix.”

> [1] Um. You can do that already. Choose something else.
> [2] Fair bet. Good thing you don’t know I’m letting you win.
> [3] Never in a million years.
> [4] Write in

>>37829403
>> [2] Fair bet. Good thing you don’t know I’m letting you win.

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>37829403
>> [2] Fair bet. Good thing you don’t know I’m letting you win.

>>37829403
> [2] Fair bet. Good thing you don’t know I’m letting you win.

>>37829403
> [2] Fair bet. Good thing you don’t know I’m letting you win.

>>37829403
LETTING PEOPLE WIN IS FOR DISHONORABLE PUSSIES.
> [3] Never in a million years.

>>37829403
> [2] Fair bet. Good thing you don’t know I’m letting you win.
Try and go for the win. Just not too hard.

>>37829546
No, we should try our hardest. anything less is an insult to both us and her.

>>37829403
>[2] Fair bet. Good thing you don’t know I’m letting you win.

>>37829403
> [2] Fair bet. Good thing you don’t know I’m letting you win.

>>37829403
> [2] Fair bet.
If/when we win, our terms are we drag her into it with us...

[2] it is.

You can still decide whether you actually win or lose (to some degree) based on your choices from here on out.

Writing...

>>37829664
We're going for the win, and right as she pouts when she loses, we tell her she's welcome in the bloodbath anytime.

>>37829697
Seconding this idea.

>>37829697
>"You can be my wingworm anytime!'
>Sis-hug.

>>37829403

“Deal.” You extend a hand and it’s immediately shaken by Sytili.

“Quessstion though, what do you get if you win?”

You mull that over for a moment, all too aware of the fact there’s already some PDF infantry piling out into the courtyard. “You can name the Hive Fleet after me or something. That or I’ll just have you learn what it is to be Khornate.”

“And that isssss what, exact-”

Before she finishes you pick her up and toss her towards the PDF. She easily rights herself midair and begins eviscerating them with a happy “skree” the second she lands. They grow up so fast.

But enough about that. You need to actually kill things too before the Tyranid gets all the good skulls.

So you start by…

> [1] Finding a radio or comm-bead so you can issue a challenge. That should bring plenty of people to you. (Per)
> [2] Ignoring the Barracks entirely to head for one of the PDF hangers
> [3] Charging into the nearest building not occupied by Sytili
> [4] Write in

>>37829934
>> [2] Ignoring the Barracks entirely to head for one of the PDF hangers

>>37829934
> [1] Finding a radio or comm-bead so you can issue a challenge. That should bring plenty of people to you. (Per)
> [2] Ignoring the Barracks entirely to head for one of the PDF hangers

>>37829934
> [3] Charging into the nearest building not occupied by Sytili
Attack!

>>37829934
>[3] Charging into the nearest building not occupied by Sytili

>>37829934
> [1] Finding a radio or comm-bead so you can issue a challenge. That should bring plenty of people to you. (Per)
if we grab and kill a seargent, he should have a comm bead, then we can call for reinforcements at one of the hangers... bring the party to us...

>>37829934

> [1]

Nothing can go wrong here!

>>37829934
>> [3] Charging into the nearest building not occupied by Sytili
Cinder has snuck and plotted too much. It's time to do things the Khorne way.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

[1] and [3] are tied atm.

1 is [1], 2 is [3] for the sake of time.

>>37829934

Eager sink your claws into bone and sinew you dash into the building next to the one you tossed Sytili at. Already screams of terror and Tyranid glee can be heard from out of the windows next door. They just serve to push you even faster as you kick down the door to find…

...is that a drum?

Somehow you’ve managed to find the Marching Band’s barracks. You didn’t even know the PDF HAD Marching Bands. Not that it really matters in the end. You just have more objects to maim people with now. Of which, your first victim is a portly man who meets his end via decapitation by cymbal.

Soon your building is making just as much of a racket as the one next door. Combined with the increasingly loud and present alarms it’s all quite a cacophony. By now you’re starting to reach infantry that’s actually managed to put on their meager armor and grab their lasguns. Of course, the former offers your claws no resistance whatsoever. The latter merely makes you seem as if you’re glowing red while you drive a trumpet down a guardsman’s throat.

Eventually you emerge on the other side of the barracks. Sytili’s a few seconds behind.

“EIGHTY THREE,” she shouts.

“EIGHTY EVEN,” you reply.

She nods respectfully then turns to rush off to the East. You’re vaguely aware of the mess hall being in that direction from Old Man Smithers’ explanation. Glancing up at the sun you realize it’s almost lunch time for the humans. Not a bad choice, you suppose. Though the real action will be at...

> [1] The Hangers
> [2] The Armory
> [3] The Officers’ Quarters
> [4] The Mess Hall. You’ll just interfere with Sytili’s skull taking in true Khornate fashion.
> [5] Write in

>>37830519
>> [3] The Officers’ Quarters

>>37830519
>> [3] The Officers’ Quarters
There has to be a decent fight there

>>37830519
> [2] The Armory
PDF is already shit, and I wouldn't be surprised if they had unskilled nobility appointed to officers. The sound of slaughter should have sent several sections of PDF running for the big guns. More skulls and more danger!

>>37830519
> [3] The Officers’ Quarters
via
> [2] The Armory

>>37830519
>[2] The Armory

[2] by a vote.

Writing...

>>37830519
>[2] The Armory
That's where I'd go if two buildings worth of infantry just got turned to jam.

>>37830519

The way you see it the mooks with the best weapons and best armor will be at or around the Armory. With how long the alarms have been going off you’re pretty sure even the most incompetent guardsman would know it’s not a drill by now. And even then, the carnage-filled barracks behind you should be more than enough of a clue to get a bigger gun. So off you go to the West based on the map you were given verbally by Smithers.

You get turned around a few times and lose a few minutes before reaching the Armory proper. Before leaping out from cover you take note of your surroundings. There’s three large lines leading up to loading docks, where other PDF are tossing out all sorts of weapons as fast as they can: from flamethrowers to krak grenades to Lascannons with a mix of the Fervious-famous katana for good measure. In all you only see a few things that might actually hurt you.

And besides, they’re PDF. They’ll probably fire the lascannon the wrong way. Right?

> Rolling Ag unless otherwise noted
> [1] Run at the heavy weapon crews
> [2] Run at the flame crews
> [3] Run at the lines and the distributors of said weapons
> [4] Pull out your Firestorm Blade and unleash the flames of hell (No Ag roll)
> [5] Attempt to grab a Krak grenade with your Warp Chains (BS+30)
> [6] Write in

>>37830983
> [1] Run at the heavy weapon crews

>>37830983
> [1] Run at the heavy weapon crews

>>37830983
> [1] Run at the heavy weapon crews
then
> [3] Run at the lines and the distributors of said weapons

>>37830983
>> [4] Pull out your Firestorm Blade and unleash the flames of hell (No Ag roll)
Let's have some fun.

>>37830983
>[1] Run at the heavy weapon crews

1d100 vs 55

Try not to roll a 100 here.

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>37831201

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>37831201
dice roll go

>>37831236
You told me to try not to and I tried not to...

>>37831201
>>37831236
Well that's either really really GOOD or really really BAD...

>>37831236

So that happened.

Writing...

>>37831236
>>37831243
holy shit

>>37831253
I did not know cinder could dynamic entry a teleport from inside a guardsman's skull.

>>37830983

Among Sorcerers there is a Psyker Power known as Warptime. It is said to grant the user terrifying speed similar to that of Khorne’s Hounds. While you can’t speak to the truth of such a spell you certainly demolish any such speed records around it. If you moved any faster you’d have to scream “WAAAGGGH” and/or turn yourself purple. Since neither is happening ever you simply resign yourself to be naught but a red blur of death. You slam into the groups of PDF soldiers trying to prepare heavy weapons in the time it takes them to inhale and exhale.

So fast are you that they have no time to react to your sudden presence. To any onlookers it must be terrifying to see. One moment their comrades were working as normal and barking orders at one another. The next their heads were rolling from their shoulders as fountains of blood spewed from their barren necks.

Naturally, panic erupts.

Guardsmen begin firing wildly at nothing and at each other. Between gouts of flame and small explosions you reduce what was a battalion to a fine crimson mist. It’s only once you come to a stop that you take inventory of your kills and time elapsed: three hundred additional skulls, twenty seconds.

Sytili was right, you’ve gotten slow.

From somewhere near your foot you hear what might be radio chatter over a microbead. You pick up a still-dripping ear, remove the microbead, and listen in for a moment as you try to decide where to go next:

“...Utter chaos Sir! It came out of nowhere and tore through…”

“What in the Emperor’s holy name is that damn thing?!”

“To all units who can hear me, retreat to the Planetary Governor’s Palace. We are forming a secondary line there. I repeat: Retreat to the Governor’s Palace.”

Well then.

> [1] Try and find Sytili before heading off
> [2] Well you never said when the bet was over… (Go it alone)
> [3] Write in

>>37831587
>[1] Try and find Sytili before heading off

>>37831587
> [1] Try and find Sytili before heading off
Killing along the way of course.

>>37831587
>> [3] Write in
Bellow out Sytili's name and our kill count followed by "I'll meet you up there" or somesuch?

>>37831673

Now I'm curious - does a Leman Russ still only count as one?

>>37831587
>> [1] Try and find Sytili before heading off

>>37831711
It has no skull so it doesn't count. However, once you open it like a can of sardines there are probably 2-5 skulls inside.

[1] it is.

Give me a Perception check.

1d100 vs 45

This will be the last of the rolls/actions that can affect who wins/loses the bet.

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>37831848

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>37831848

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>37831848

>>37831865
>>37831884
>>37831888

Yeahhhh not so much.

Also why did my trip change? Weird.

Writing...

>>37831865
>>37831884
>>37831888
NOOOOOOOOOO

>>37831865
>>37831884
>>37831888

WooHOO! New bathtime buddy!

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>37831848

>>37831901
>QM drops his trip: take a drink

The blasted grub probably had other hiveminded fellows.

>>37831587

Had you come here alone you’d be rushing off to massacre the entire Palace at this very moment. But since a certain Tyranid deserves to come along you put that thought on hold and begin to search for Sytili. Along the way you do rack up a few more kills, four hundred and forty-eight all said and done by the time you find the Zoan Prime. She’s sitting atop a rather impressive pile of skulls as a few Rippers tear into whatever strips of biomass remain on the bones.

As you approach she waves and calls out to you, “Ssssso how many did you get?”

“Four Hundred and Forty-Eight,” you reply. “You?”

She blinks twice, replying slowly, “Four Hundred and Forty-Ssssseven. I… I guessss I losssst.”

This time her disappointment isn’t fake. She really seems distraught at missing her chance to share a Bloodbath with you. Even the Rippers slow their efforts as if caught up in her emotions. Luckily you know how to fix that.

Stepping up onto the pile, you place a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. You can still come and enjoy a Bloodbath anytime you’d like, Sytili.”

The effect of your words is immediately evident. That sort of Bloodletter-like energy once again fills her entire body as the “cloud” around her disappears. “I’d like that. I really would. But… ssshould we deal with the Governor firssst?”

You raise an eyebrow. “...How?”

She taps her head crest. “Hive Mind, remember? Between my forces and Kaysis’ plague minions the planet’s in complete disarray right now.”

> [1] Well let’s continue to capitalize on that. Onwards!
> [2] Before we go… are you sure that word hasn’t left world yet?
> [3] Arrange to meet up with some of Acerea’s/Kaysis’ forces
> [4] Write in

>>37832183
> [2] Before we go… are you sure that word hasn’t left world yet?

>>37832183
> [2] Before we go… are you sure that word hasn’t left world yet?

>>37832183
>> [2] Before we go… are you sure that word hasn’t left world yet?

>>37832183
> [2] Before we go… are you sure that word hasn’t left world yet?

>>37832183
>> [1] Well let’s continue to capitalize on that. Onwards!

Also, is it just me or is has everyone else gone hivemind on us?

Since it's no longer a competition you can roll for Sytili again.

1d100 vs 60 (WP)

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>37832343

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>37832343

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>37832343

>>37832370
Well I guess thats karma seeing as I rolled that 1 before.

>>37832355
>>37832370
>>37832384

Almost-100 aside, you pass.

Writing...

Hey, we should put the On/Off Machine Spirit in a cylindrical frame with two mechanical legs that have wheels on them.

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>>37832471
I don't understand what this is supposed to accomplish.

>>37832785
Don't worry, we can manipulate fate to make it to where the legs have thrusters in them.

>>37832183

Huh. Her usual inflection slipped there for a moment. A side effect of the new form or a benefit of the larger Hive Mind, you wonder. She herself doesn’t seem to have noticed, or if she has it doesn’t bother her. Something to think about later.

“Right… speaking of which…” You motion at her head. “Between all of your underlings and Acerea’s, do you all know if word has left world yet?”

Sytili cocks her head to the side. “It’s almossssst certain at least one asssstropathic distresssss sssssignal has been made thusssss far. Assss for detailssss, one moment.”

Her eyes go distant as her cranium lights up in a swirling pattern of fiery lights. She returns to herself after a minute looking slightly worried.

“Ignitrix could give you a better ansssswer, but I believe sssseveral callsss have been made bassssed on what my Genesssstealersss tell me and the logssss I have accesss to. Content-wissse, my guesss isss they’re about the emergence of Chaossss and Tyranidsss alike here on Fervioussss, given the timing. It’ssss not all bad though. The Hive Mind’s presssence has sssslowed and garbled their transsssmissssionsss.”

“Something at least,” you admit. You knew this would happen but you just wanted to be off world when it did in case someone noticed the Obscenity Engine in the heavens above. “Well let’s get a move on. Planetary Governors to slay and what not.”

“Of coursssse. After you thisss time, I think.”

Sytili hops off of her pile and falls behind you. Not entirely so to stay out of conversational range though.

(cont)

>>37832923

“Hey, Sytili.”

“Yessss?”

“The whole Hive Mind thing, you’re not going to go running back to a fleet or end up lost in it, are you?”

She must sense your worry, even if you hid it pretty well. “It’ssss too late for me to go back to what I wassss. My future isssss with you.”

“I… see…”

Slightly encouraging, at least. You’ll have to actually sit down and talk with her more after this. Maybe now you will now that she knows she can come up to your quarters whenever she wants.

The two of you arrive on the outskirts of the Governor’s Palace as the sun begins to set on the horizon. Like all Planetary Governors, this one has spared no expense in letting everyone know just how rich and powerful they are in the form of frivolous decor. Castle-like in design, it towers over the shanty-town structures that surround it on all sides. If you had to guess it’s probably the tallest and biggest structure on Fervious aside from the Spaceport.

Of note to you and Sytili, the drawbridge is currently up. There’s also several thousand armored vehicles forming a “shield” on this side of the moat. In front of them is an array of PDF infantry in various states, ranging from “just woken up and katana in hand” to “I will live on Cadia one day.” The former far outweighs the latter but it’s still quite a large number of warm bodies to deal with between the two of you.

“Ssssso… how do you want to do thisss?” asks Sytili.

> [1] Simple. You take the left and I take the right.
> [2] As much as I’m loathe to do it, let’s sneak our way in.
> [3] I’ll just announce my presence and they’ll either step aside or die.
> [4] Orbital Bombardment.
> [5] Write in

>>37832940
> [3] I’ll just announce my presence and they’ll either step aside or die.
> [5] Hey, if you die, do you have another body you can put your mind in?

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>>37832815
I don't think that makes it any better. Or makes any more sense.

>>37832940
> [3] I’ll just announce my presence and they’ll either step aside or die.

>>37832978
>> [5] Hey, if you die, do you have another body you can put your mind in?

"No. There'sssss only one me. But let me worry about that sssshould it come to passs."

>>37832940
> [4] Orbital Bombardment.

>>37833005
Now put a usb cable on it, and it's golden. Though not golden. That's another robot.

>>37833027
> [5] Oh. You should get on that.

>>37833027
but we want to worry about that too

>>37832940
> [4] Orbital Bombardment
"Oi! Fetch that tank sheila and send her metal arse down here!"

>>37832940
>> [5] Write in
Could we go Inquisitor Cinder disguise right now?

>>37833139

You'd have to get Sytili to cast the illusion. Unless you want to literally just walk up all big and red and flash the rosette like that explains everything.

>>37833148
I dunno, man. If a big red thing killed half the army and walked up saying it was the queen, that's not really a claim to debate.

>>37833220

Not so much in the xenophobic grimdark future in the 40th millennium. The PDF may know they're outmatched and outgunned but it's still their job to die before the real forces get there. Or something.

>>37833246
Let's just kill their commanding officer, then have them drink blood. We'll then be the owner of a bunch of Khornate samurai.

I'm inclined to break the tie and go with [3] so we can move towards a stopping point for the night.

Writing...

>>37833279
Who literally commit sudoku.

>>37832940
> Dynamic entry by Shiela, get Sytili to cast an illusion, and pretend to be inquisitorial reinforcement.

Then we can tell the PDF that the rest of them have been corrupted by a demon selling tainted milk and laugh as they kill each other while we slaughter the nobility and planetary Governer.

>>37833379
That's why we duel him!

And you just said they would all rather do the alternative to a crossword puzzle.

>>37832940

“It’s simple,” you start to say as you break cover and start to walk towards the PDF’s lines. “I’m going to announce myself and they can either step aside or perish.”

To her credit Sytili only is stymied by this for of your three strides. She quickly rushes to catch up, asking, “Are you sssssure that this will work? I can have my forcesss here in a matter of…”

You cut her off by holding up a hand. “Consider this lesson two of being Khornate.”

“Conssssidering the firsssst….”

Sytili falls silent and lets the lack of words speak for her. It remains this way until your advance is stopped by a forward scout sent ahead by the greater force. The man appears to be wearing a helmet without any form of vision, which both explains why he continually trips over the terrain and why he doesn’t immediately start screaming once he’s closer to you.

“Governor Yesukai has no wish to purge this world,” begins the man as if he’s being fed words. “But he shall call upon his Inquisitorial friends to do so should you not immediately surrender.”

You know for a fact there’s no other ships in orbit thanks to the Engine. And Sytili’s told you about the Inquisitorial acolytes she ran into. Combined you can guess that the man behind the puppet in front of you is just as clueless as the rest of the humans on this world. Which gives you an idea…

> All of these are intimidate (S) rolls
> [1] Proclaim you ARE an Inquisitor and flash the Rosette.
> [2] Claim you’ve killed an Inquisitor and a good number of PDF just to get here
> [3] Use the Engine above to make a world-wide broadcast, right in front of him
> [4] Write in

>>37833558
> [4] Sneak past him.

>>37833558
>> [1] Proclaim you ARE an Inquisitor and flash the Rosette.
I seriously would love to see this work.

>>37833558
> [4] Laugh and contiue, casually ripping his head off

>>37833558
> [1] Proclaim you ARE an Inquisitor and flash the Rosette.

>>37833558
>> [1] Proclaim you ARE an Inquisitor and flash the Rosette.

Man, it'll be worth it regardless of his reaction. Especially since we won't wait for it, but will rip off his head for obstructing an inquisitor from delivering justice to this traitor Planetary Governor.

Come on, you know you want to reign havoc while chastising them for letting the planet fall to Chaos.

>>37833584
Bah Khorne and the dice gods don't like sneaking

>>37833558
>[1] Proclaim you ARE an Inquisitor and flash the Rosette.

>>37833647
But all the options are using our Sneak (S) Stat, so if we double sneak, we're pretty much invisible.

[1] it is.

1d100 vs 52.

I'd advise against failing or rolling a 100 in front of Sytili.

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>37833690

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>37833690
Come on, 100!

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>37833690
Khornflakes!

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>37833690
whoooooslate

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>37833690

>>37833695
>>37833700
>>37833702

Well you pass. That's all that matters.

Writing...

>>37833558

Were the man capable of seeing the look of fury you muster he’d probably drop dead on the spot out of fear. “Guardsman,” you begin. “I AM an Inquisitor.” You briefly flash your rosette for the benefit of those watching from afar before continuing. “And YOU are obstructing justice being dispensed on a traitorous Planetary Governor.”

Before he can reply you pluck him up and toss him aside is if he were nothing. The man goes sailing into the air and lands with a sickening crunch some fifty meters away.

“Wasssss that wisssse,” questions Sytili. “Now they have no reasssson not to sssshoot at ussss.”

You turn and wink. “Ah but there’s where you’re wrong. These are the type of human who will go scurrying for the nearest bunker at the mere mention of the Inquisition. By stating that I am with the Inquisition and working to remove a corrupt Governor I make it so we won’t have to dodge mortar fire.”

“Isssssn’t that ssssuppossssed to be fun though?”

“Oh it is, don’t get me wrong. But it’s not something you bring the new girl to.”

“I sssssee…”

It doesn’t take long before the PDF at large reacts to your statement. A servo skull is sent out to you to verify the rosette. Once it does so you rip it apart and begin advancing once again towards the palace. Before you the sea of guardsman parts due to a combination of fear of the Inquisition, orders from their superiors, and the fact you’re pretty damn terrifying yourself. You inadvertently cause no less than twelve deaths before you’re allowed into the castle proper.

Once inside you repeat the song and dance from outside. However this go around you lessen the time between when their mouths open and when you tear out their jaw to beat them to death with. Even if there’s some doubt of whether or not you’re an Inquisitor the Governor’s attendants quickly learn that questioning an unholy being of death is a bad idea.

(cont)

>>37834054

That said, when you reach the Governor proper, he doesn’t appear to be at all worried. In fact if you didn’t know any better you’d say the bastard was dismissive of you. “Oh so the ‘Inquisition’ has decided to pay me a visit, hm? Well if you haven’t noticed my skimming of the tithe PALES in comparison to the situation outside. But FAR BE IT FROM ME to tell you how to do your job.”

> [1] Let Sytili have this one. Tell her it counts as two skulls.
> [2] Slay the Governor on public broadcast
> [3] Tear him apart where he stands
> [4] Save him for Acerea and Kaysis to experiment on
> [5] Write in

>>37834065
> [1] Let Sytili have this one. Tell her it counts as two skulls.

>>37834065
Get the Governor to take us to his psykers so that we can contact our "allies" then kidnap them, kill the Governor, and force-feed them blood to see if we can turn the planet into something like the Reavers from that cowboy space-man show.

>>37834065
> [2] The Planet wouldn't have gotten this way had you not been so incompetent! Your rules is at an end! Such is the WILL OF HEAVEN!
> Khornate punch him and his throne.
> [2] I am the Governor of the Planet! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqql30HE0To

>>37834065
[2] Let's make the news.

>>37834065
> [4] Save him for Acerea and Kaysis to experiment on
> "Well it's not like I've taken it all that seriously anyway. You may have noticed I'm not quite the ideal servant of the emperor."

>>37834132
Well, this has logic consistent with 40k.

>>37834054
Although we would just be temporarily running the show until we can install a PROPER Governor. To be decided through trial by combat with the Plague Horde and Tyranids.

>>37834065
Do we know Kung Fu? How Japanese is this planet? Could we have learned a martial art?

>>37834177

It's literally Feudal Japan in space according to the Lexicanum.

>>37834186
But what about China? Thailand? Singapore?

>>37834065
> [2] Slay the Governor on public broadcast

>>37834065
> [2] Slay the Governor on public broadcast

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I think [2] is what will win out.

We'll start KQ #21 with this, move onto Bloodbath Shenanigans with Sytili, then reunite with Ignitrix finally.

+1 Khorne point for Sytili
We'll handle infamy for Cinder in #21.

Iggy Sidequest tomorrow @ 8pm EST. May move it back an hour so I have more time to do stuff and things.

Be kind to the board and try not to bump this too much.

Also have pic-related. It's a WIP.

Sleepy time.

>>37834065
>>37834177
Can we learn karate from our neighbor?

>>37834232
thanks for the thread ELH, we'll try and keep the thread alive.

>>37834232
>Iggy Sidequest tomorrow
We've already done so much as Iggy, though. When is the next Nurglette sidequest gonna be? Please don't say it's when the planetary spreading of Chaos is over and done with and the session is there mainly to give the Eldar some pep-talks and assure her that Chaos is totally cool?

>>37834232
Thanks for running!

>>37834232
Good show, old bean!

>>37834232
I don't suppose there is any example of what our lady tyranid looks like now?

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>>37834347

>>37834372
Oh nice

>>37834258
Maybe one day, though hope isn't for Nurglites.

bump?

>>37834258
Easier to finish one "chapter" than stop in the middle, really. I'd hate to lose track of Waaaghterworld.

>>37836637
Acerea doesn't even get chapters, she gets intermissions and epilogues instead. Can't the players get to do something fun while playing as her for once?

>>37836660
Acerea's opportunities to be fun to play as:
>Spreading the plague on the planet with the Grey Knights on it
>Gardening (maybe) Oh yeah, the QM didn't even let us visit her garden all the way, we arrived there, and then the next session began with a Space Hulk. Does ELH hate Acerea?
>Space Hulk Adventures (Characters who were playable: Iggy, Cinder)
>That Eldar Mission that was hers to do (Characters who were playable and stole the spotlight: Cinder)
>Spreading plagues on a new planet (Characters who were playable: Ssssytili of all people because the QM goaded us with a mystery box into selecting her. Then, that part's even skipped over so we can get back to playing as Cinder.)

The QM doesn't let Acerea do cool things despite her being Cinder's first mate. I really hope that changes.

>>37836715
>stole the spotlight: Cinder
He DID make it to where Acerea failed at persuading the Eldar Elders, and Cinder HAD to step up to offer a few words to swing things towards their favor. ELH does not allow Acerea any grapes or drinking water when it comes to having fun.

>>37836735
Though maybe I'm not remembering that part correctly, there was an option to stay silent and let Acerea do her thing. I can't say for certain which was picked.

>>37836800
There was. People tend to pick Cinder.

>>37837602
You could say that Acerea can't hold a candle to her. Hahahahaha

I wager that if she is given more opportunities, Acerea won't be benched as often. It all depends on what ELH decides to do with her. He doesn't get to blame the character selection on the players either, he's doing another Lady of Change sidequest tonight despite not calling a vote, so it's clear that he does as he pleases.

>>37837714
It's kind of his prerogative, really.