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MC’s Character Sheet: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1VXWZDf90yNXctCA3HlAlBuwKLc9xfhlVpkBXKmjvzB4/edit?usp=sharing

If you’re a die-hard lover of canon, I suggest you turn away now. Like all things 40k, the gauntlet runs from “worshiping 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.

Alternatively, if you’re not at all familiar with canon or want more details on something, just ask! You don’t need to have played the original Khornette Quest to play and enjoy this one. I’m sure someone (or I) will explain any cameos that come up if you’re lost.

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 or an 8 is a guaranteed success, and a 100 is a guaranteed failure.

Best of three rolls when it’s called for, with a 1, 8, 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.

I realize that /qst/ is much slower than /tg/ ever was, but I’d like to keep things moving. Voting windows will be twenty to thirty minutes after the first vote. Same goes for dice rolling. As far as quest time goes, I’ll always start writing at 8pm EST on Wednesday. I’ll keep posting updates in the thread through Thursday and Friday unless otherwise specified, usually around that 8pm time window. It really depends on how active you guys are.

I think that’s it housekeeping-wise for now. Onto the quest!

As the Blood Pit slowly drains away from you, you uncurl from the ball you find yourself in. You use one of your hands to prop yourself up into a seated position. Every single bit of your being feels as if it’s on fire. Looking down, several things become readily apparent:

1. You’re no longer the runty Bloodletter you once were. You’re a bit over two and a half meters of red and black, rippling flesh from the ends of your clawed, brass-colored, digitigrade feet to the top of your head. Or so you judge looking at your legs and torso. You have the body of a prized-fighter, every inch designed to strike fear into your opponent. There’s even the Mark of Khorne on the interior of your right thigh.

2. Your tail is back! Long, thick, and spined, it ends in a brass-colored spearhead. Seeing it returned to you fills you with glee. As you look around, you feel a somewhat familiar weight on your head. When you reach up to feel, your hands runs along the curves of not one, not two, but four horns. Two are smaller, while the other two run along the curve of your head. Much like your tail, their restoration brings you joy.

3. Once your initial surge of sensation and excitement begins to abate, you realize something very important. Those aren’t lumps of muscle on your chest. Those are breasts. And no normal daemon of Khorne would have curves like this. You gasp and are instantly surprised by the sound. It’s unmistakably feminine.

It takes you a moment to put all this together. Best you figure, your undying hatred of Her resulted in a fairly logical conclusion. What better way to defeat your enemy but by becoming like them? As a daemon of Khorne, you’ve never really cared about what gender you were or what form you have, only that you’re able to take skulls and spill blood in His name. So while this transformation is new, it’s not entirely unwelcome. In fact, you almost revel in it. It’s just the sort of thing that might give you an edge over Her.

“Oi! Are you a daemon of Khorne or one of sloth?”

You look about and realize there’s a Furnace Daemon waiting near the edge of the now-drained Blood Pit. Next to the Bloodletter-sized Khornate is a pile of various daemon-forged weapons. All around you, you see countless other Blood Pools from which daemons of all sorts are spewing forth. There too are other Furnace Daemons, handing out weapons and tasks.

“Well?” he growls. “Do you have a brain or should I return you to the pit in the hopes a proper daemon forms?”

> [1] Ignore him and continue to take stock of your new form
> [2] Respond as any Khornate would. Insult him and demand a weapon.
> [3] Test out your new body by challenging the Furnace Demon to a duel. That’ll show him what kind of daemon you are (WS)
> [4] Write in

>>1293974
>> [2] Respond as any Khornate would. Insult him and demand a weapon.
i can't believe we are puny or tiny or whatever we called the annoying fucker.

>>1293974
>[2] Respond as any Khornate would. Insult him and demand a weapon.
Redux? I thought the previous quest ended quite nicely.

>>1293974
> [2] Respond as any Khornate would. Insult him and demand a weapon.

>>1293974
>> [2] Respond as any Khornate would. Insult him and demand a weapon.

Are we a now genderbent no horn?

Also is the GiTS quest coming back?

Oooh, I get it know, took me a while to understand what's going on.

>>1293974
>[2] Respond as any Khornate would. Insult him and demand a weapon.

Pretty sure [2] has it. Back in abit!

>>1294016
To be honest I kinda hit a wall with that quest. For some reason shadowrun-esque runs don't come to me as easily as 40k or D&D stuff does.

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>>1293974
As the Furnace Daemon continues to sneer, you slowly rise to your full height. Furnace Daemons are generally built to be strong-fat, so as to better work their unholy forges. So while he’s got you in the overall size department, you’re a head taller than him. That gives you a small edge in this conversation as you look down at him.

“If your weapons are as weak as your words, then I might as well be talking to a human,” you retort. “I’ve heard better insults from a spineless grox.”

He continues to glare at you, replying, “Hah. You speak as if you’ve ever even existed before today. Know your place, fresh meat.”

Ah. That’s right. He must think of you as an entirely new daemon. It’s not entirely wrong. Such a grand transformation has not only changed your body, but also your True Name. Once Arfolow, now Aeabliril, you’re about as different as an axe and a sword. But this Furnace Daemon doesn’t need to know that.

“This ‘fresh meat’ is more than capable of tearing you limb from limb if you don’t hand me a weapon.”

The two of you lock gazes for a time. Then the Furnace Daemon says, “There’s fire in you, girl.” He almost spits the last word. “I like it.”

Yes, fire. That is how you’d describe yourself. Ever burning, everlasting, capable of coming back from anything given the proper fuel. And since your fuel is your undying hatred of Her, you might as well be a wildfire. But ‘wildfire’ is a terrible name to go by. As you think on it some more, several names come to mind. Finally, you select something similar to Her name: Ember.

“Well, what weapons do you have for me to choose from, forge-wright?” you ask.

He nods at the pile next to him. There’s all sorts of implements to choose from.

> [1] Take a sword
> [2] Take an axe
> [3] Take the pair of chain scythes
> [4] None of these weapons are suitable for you

>>1294069
>> [2] Take an axe

>>1294069
>[3] Take the pair of chain scythes
Take an Elin for the trip

>>1294069
>> [3] Take the pair of chain scythes
I like these.

>>1294069
> [1] Take a sword

so khorne is the god of war right? but also the god of honor (people forget about that for some reason). i think anyways.

>>1294110
That's correct!

>>1294069
> [1] Take a sword
Please not the chain scythes. Screams 'I wanna be speshul!'

>>1294110
Yeah kinda, it tends to be forgotten a lot but the chaos gods aren't always evil. They are metaphysical entities shaped by the emotions of mortals. Or something.

>>1294117
cool, i kinda make me mad that people think khorne demons and think BLOOD and SKULLS. but you never see a bloodletter that's follow's the honor code and just kill people for no reason.(which i get, but a honor god would not like killing weak defenceless people).

>>1294069
>[3] Take the pair of chain scythes

>>1294118
>Screams 'I wanna be speshul!'
Well, this is No-Horn.

I need to re-read the Wondrous Adventures of Cinder.

>>1294136
i guess he earned a break. as long as we literally never let him be like himself i'm ok with playing as this new "ember"

I believe [3] has it! Back in a bit!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kU5KxBYYneA

>>1294136
I have no background on the quest. No-Horn?

>>1294148
An thats exactly why I want it. Wrapping around somebody before eviscerating them in a shower of gore.

>>1294148
so the general idea is to be roadhog. with two hooks. hmm i can do that.

>>1294153
Thats who we're playing. He, now she, is a character from the original Khornette quest who got fucked up by Her aka Cinder, Khorne's daughter.

>>1294160
Oh and he was a bitch.

>>1294069
You’re a master of all martial weapons, being a daemon of Khorne. Anything from a sword to your bare claws, you know how to use as a lethal tool. It’s just a matter of picking something from the pile and devoting yourself to it. You carefully inspect each weapon, weighing the pros and cons of each such as reach, ability to parry, and so on. In the end, you settle on a pair of chain scythes.


“I’ll take those,“ you say, pointing at the scythes and holding out your hand. The Furnace Daemon nods, reaches over, plucks them out of the pile, and presents it to you.

“Use them well, Sister,” he says. “On my honor as a smith, they will serve you well in battle.”

You accept the gift with a respectful nod, then turn to give the scythes a few practice swings. Like a kunai attached to a chain, The scythes can be used either at close range or at a distance. They have a mechanism built into the chain spool that allows you to extend and retract the chain length at will. With a flick of your wrist, you send one of the scythes out in a wide arc. It soars through the air like a bird, slicing through the empty air with a satisfying snick sound. You pull back on the chain, reeling it in. The serrated metal flies back to your hand with a loud clunk.

“Yes, these will do,” you comment with approval.

“What will you do now, young one?” asks the Furnace Daemon. “I have no tasking for you. You were the last from the Blood Pit, and your purpose is not known to me.”

Well, you…

> [1] Want to test out your new body and weapons first here in the Realm of Khorne
> [2] Are going to head to the material realm to train and grow powerful
> [3] Could use some armor before anything else
> [4] Write in

>>1294168
We will fix this part of him. FIrst order of business: bath in the blood of, well everything we can find. Then pull a zuko when trying to find our missing honor

>>1294160
>Khorne's daughter
Yup, that's way too non-canon and wacky for me. Shame, daemon quest would've been a fun viewpoint, IMO. Ah, well. Have fun, you lot.

>>1294179
>> [1] Want to test out your new body and weapons first here in the Realm of Khorne

>>1294179
>[1] Want to test out your new body and weapons first here in the Realm of Khorne

>>1294179
>> [1] Want to test out your new body and weapons first here in the Realm of Khorne
> [3] Could use some armor before anything else
make some armor from their flesh.

>>1294185
It'd be better to say that she was a daemon that rose to his favor. All daemons of Khorne are his children if you really think about it.

>>1294179
> [1] Want to test out your new body and weapons first here in the Realm of Khorne

>>1294185
Not literally, just like, his chosen "daughter" after she proved the fuck out of herself.

>>1294179
>> [1] Want to test out your new body and weapons first here in the Realm of Khorne

>>1294193
>>1294194
That's a little less dumb. Okay, I'm tentatively back in.

> [2] Are going to head to the material realm to train and grow powerful
And by 'train' we mean 'possess a psyker and fuck shit up in preparation for a daemonic invasion'.

>>1294126
I think Khorne doesnt really care if you kill weak defenseless people but if you tried to offer one of their skulls to him as a sacrifice he'd probably smite you or some shit.

>>1294218
Her. Cinder took Khorne's throne in the end game and became Khorne herself.

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>>1294179
“I thought it best to stretch these new muscles and test your work in combat,” you reply.

The Furnace Daemon nods and begins picking up the remaining pile of weapons. “Do as you wish. Simply remember that your purpose is to bring Him skulls and honor.”

“Of course.”

He grunts, then disappears along with the weapons. The benefit of being in the Immaterium - it makes for easy travel from point to point. Still, now that you’re alone, you don’t exactly have a destination in mind. Several occur to you:

> [1] The Hunting Fields - A vast killing field near the Cracked Lands where Juggernauts lurk.
> [2] The Lake of Slaughter - A massive pool of blood home to Blood Dragons, Leviathans, and more
> [3] The outskirts of the Brass Citadel - Where you originally went so long ago after receiving your first weapon. There a group of never-dying Orks battle with Bloodletters for eternity.
> [4] Other (Write in)

>>1294218
You can probably kill the weak and defenseless, but seeking them out actively or fighting them before the strong would get you flamed. That's always been my interpretation.

>>1294237
>> [3] The outskirts of the Brass Citadel - Where you originally went so long ago after receiving your first weapon. There a group of never-dying Orks battle with Bloodletters for eternity.

>>1294236
We might be in an alternate timeline than that at the moment. You'll find out in time!

>>1294237
>> [1] The Hunting Fields - A vast killing field near the Cracked Lands where Juggernauts lurk.

>>1294237
> [2] The Lake of Slaughter - A massive pool of blood home to Blood Dragons, Leviathans, and more

>>1294236
...You what?

>>1294237
> [3] The outskirts of the Brass Citadel - Where you originally went so long ago after receiving your first weapon. There a group of never-dying Orks battle with Bloodletters for eternity.

>>1294251
That was how I ended the first quest. It seemed fitting at the time but makes for terrible reboots like this. It's best not to consider the end of the first quest when playing this one. Cinder is, for all intents and purposes, a very powerful daemon. Nothing more.

>>1294251
Khorne was bored and wanted a vacation, so he made a couple of demons, had them fight, until they were strong enough to challenge him. She beat him(barely), he walked off to relax killing shit and left her with the reigns. When eh feels like coming back he'll challenge here again for a fight.

>>1294237
>[3] The outskirts of the Brass Citadel - Where you originally went so long ago after receiving your first weapon. There a group of never-dying Orks battle with Bloodletters for eternity.

>>1294237
>[1] The Hunting Fields - A vast killing field near the Cracked Lands where Juggernauts lurk.
Cinder went to [2] no? Was tempted to go there for the theme.

>>1294237
>[1] The Hunting Fields - A vast killing field near the Cracked Lands where Juggernauts lurk.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

Seems we have our first tie! Flipping a coin.
1 = [1]
2 = [3]

>>1294237
There’s something to be said for starting simple. So you dismiss your chain scythes for the time being and start to run towards the Hunting Fields The trip there cements in your mind the thought that conflict is a living, breathing thing. The very land fights against itself, volcanoes of molten brass spewing forth, rivers of blood carving through the land, and ever present storms of fury tearing great chunks of rock from the ground. There’s also a fair amount of daemons fighting with one another over territory and for honor. You stay away from the larger battles, not wanting to get drawn in.

When you arrive on the outskirts of the Hunting Fields, you stop and get your bearings. The field itself is an enormous, ashen wasteland. Patrolling it for would be intruders upon Khorne’s realm are packs of Flesh Hounds, as well as massive Juggernauts. The latter are beasts of brass and iron, a fusion of the material realm’s rhinoceros and bull. They’re used as mounts by the most elite Bloodletters. Most daemons who try to claim one end up perishing, whether it be due to their own hubris or the raw might of the Juggernauts. Those that succeed end up becoming a bonded pair known as a Bloodcrusher. But you’re not necessarily here to do so, are you?

> [1] Fight a pack of Flesh Hounds
> [2] Attempt to battle a Juggernaut. It’d make for fine armor.
> [3] Attempt to claim a Juggernaut.
> [4] Write in

>>1294345
>> [2] Attempt to battle a Juggernaut. It’d make for fine armor.

>>1294345
>> [3] Attempt to claim a Juggernaut.

>>1294345
>> [2] Attempt to battle a Juggernaut. It’d make for fine armor.
>> [3] Attempt to claim a Juggernaut.
I want to do both.

>>1294345
>> [2] Attempt to battle a Juggernaut. It’d make for fine armor.
>> [3] Attempt to claim a Juggernaut.
Why not both?

>>1294345
> [2] Attempt to battle a Juggernaut. It’d make for fine armor.

>>1294362
Because you can't kill something, then ride it.

>>1294367
We cant do that but we can kill it's brother and force it to be ridden as we wear his skin!

>>1294345
>[3] Attempt to claim a Juggernaut.

>>1294345
>[3] Attempt to claim a Juggernaut.

Well I can't pass up this chance

>>1294345
> [3] Attempt to claim a Juggernaut.

>>1294372
His skin is metal as well so that checks out.

I think we're going with [3]. Interesting. Back in a bit!

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>>1294345
You’re not necessarily looking to become a Bloodcrusher on your first “day,” but having a mount would be highly beneficial. So you begin to scout the fields for a proper target. You have to move carefully between the volatile ground and the aggressive beasts, but you manage just fine.

After what mortals might feel is thirty minutes, you’ve found several Juggernauts that might fit the bill. The first seems fairly standard: its metal plates are without marking aside from adornments of the eight pointed star of Chaos and the Mark of Khorne. The second’s horn is small, but it makes up for it with greater bulk. The final mark is definitely a veteran. All sorts of gouges and tears are present on the armored brute, and its horn is broken near the tip.

Which will you attempt to master?

> [1] The normal one
> [2] The small horn
> [3] The veteran

>>1294427
>> [2] The small horn
We too know what it is like to have horn trouble in our past. And its bulk will allow us to plow down our enemies.

>>1294427
> [1] The normal one

>>1294427
>> [2] The small horn

>>1294427
>[3] The veteran

>>1294427
>[2] The small horn

>>1294427
You feel a sort of kinship with the smaller-horned Juggernaut. You too once had horns that were considered tiny compared to those of your peers. Of course, on a beast that size it hardly matters. It’s a deadly, unstoppable wall of force either way. You’ll have to be careful in how you approach it. Normally, a Bloodletter claims the beast by capturing it and dragging it back to the Daemon Forges. They do so by using their strength and their wits combined. You happen to have both in equal measure.

You carefully creep closer to Small-Horn. It’s not the best name, but it’ll do for now. The beast is currently engaged in goring some fading corpses of what could be daemonettes of Slaanesh. They’re too far gone to really tell. Small-Horn doesn’t seem to have noticed you. Or, if it has, it doesn’t care about your presence.

How should you open up?

> [1] Charge and attack (WS)
> [2] Attempt to get its attention first, then attack as it charges past (Ag, WS)
> [3] Use your chain scythes to both ensnare the beast and reel you in (Ag, WS)
> [4] Write in

>>1294496
> [3] Use your chain scythes to both ensnare the beast and reel you in (Ag, WS)

>>1294496
>[3] Use your chain scythes to both ensnare the beast and reel you in (Ag, WS)

>>1294496
>[3] Use your chain scythes to both ensnare the beast and reel you in (Ag, WS)

Alright, [3] it is. Three people roll me 2d100. First vs a 45, the second a 55. No rerolls available yet since you have no infamy. The perils of being "new."

Also I posted something you might like on Twitter that can't be posted here.

Rolled 23, 25 = 48 (2d100)

>>1294545

Rolled 3, 79 = 82 (2d100)

>>1294545
Bitch please

Rolled 99, 47 = 146 (2d100)

>>1294545

>>1294559
>>1294561
>>1294572

A 3 and a 25, good first rolls.
Back in a bit!

Also >that almost 100

>>1294572
You almost blew it!

Rolled 51, 95 = 146 (2d100)

>>1294545

This is the lower the better right?

>>1294496
Recklessly charging up to the beast will only invite a sideswipe from its horn. And you don’t want to be in front of its charge if you can help it. Instead, you summon forth your chain scythes from the little pocket of the Warp you keep them in. They materialize in your hands, their weight already familiar. The brass gleams in the crimson light, as if eager for blood.

You carefully stalk forward until you’re within range of your chains. Then, before the beast can really react, you send both scythes hurtling toward the Juggernaut. They scream through the air, soaring over the brute’s back. As they reach the end of their chain, they double back and begin to wrap around Small-Horn’s torso. The serrated edge digs into the metal plates of brass, anchoring in place. Bits of metal and molten blood spurt from the wounds.

Small-Horn roars in alarm and pain and begins trying to turn in your direction. But you’re too fast for it. You activate the mechanism in your scythes, sending you hurtling towards the beast. You only have a few moments to decide where you want to land.

> [1] On Small-Horn’s back
> [2] Underneath of it
> [3] Somewhere to its side
> [4] To its rear
> [5] Write in

>>1294598
Yep!

>>1294606
>[1] On Small-Horn’s back

>>1294606
> [1] On Small-Horn’s back

>>1294606
> [1] On Small-Horn’s back

>>1294606
> [1] On Small-Horn’s back

We rodeo now

>>1294606
What better way to corral a beast but from on its back? It certainly means you’ll be out of range of that horn and out of the way if it decides to charge. All you’ll have to do is remain on its back, swiping away with one of your scythes, while using the other as a makeshift saddle, until Small-Horn submits. You’re pretty sure that’ll work anyways. You’ve only heard stories about how other Bloodletters have done it. Most of the time they fight it head on with only their hellblades, often to the point of exhaustion. Which is saying something, given that they’re both daemons. It’s a language of violence, used to establish dominion over the Juggernaut. Even then, it’ll still have to be broken in.

But you can’t afford to think about that right now. You swing up and onto Small-Horn’s back as it begins to buck and flail about. You’re having a tough time staying on - each movement threatens to send you soaring off its back and into the dirt. If it weren’t for your chain scythes you’d likely be bucked. So, while you’re still attached, you…

> [1] Risk losing balance by untangling a scythe to swipe at the brute’s back (Ag, WS)
> [2] Hold on best you can and assault the being’s mind (WP)
> [3] Wrap the scythes’ chain around your thighs so you can use your natural claws (WS)
> [4] Attempt to steer the beast towards another (S)
> [5] Write in

>>1294671
> [3] Wrap the scythes’ chain around your thighs so you can use your natural claws (WS)

>>1294671
>> [2] Hold on best you can and assault the being’s mind (WP)

>>1294671
> [4] Attempt to steer the beast towards another (S)

Get him used to the idea of taking commands from us

>>1294671
>[2] Hold on best you can and assault the being’s mind (WP)

>>1294671
>> [3] Wrap the scythes’ chain around your thighs so you can use your natural claws (WS)

>>1294671
>> [3] Wrap the scythes’ chain around your thighs so you can use your natural claws (WS)

I believe [3] has it. Three people roll me 1d100 vs a 55 please.

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>1294742
Take this!

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>1294742
>>1294747

Nice

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>1294742

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>1294742

>>1294747
>>1294756
>>1294762
A 54 is indeed less than 55.
Back in a bit!

>>1294671
You can’t risk losing even one scythe’s purchase. Instead, you quickly wrap the chains around your thighs, lashing you to Small-Horn. That frees up your brass-tipped claws to tear at its back. With great, powerful swings of your arms, you attack the surface of the metal plates. It’s not nearly as effective as your scythes. You’re only able to scratch at the brass/iron alloy, and do little more but annoy the Juggernaut.

Still, you’re not one to just give up. You’ve done much more difficult things in your quest to defeat Her in the past. So what if your claws aren’t as good as Hers? You’ll find a way to make them work.

Unfortunately, it seems the beast has another idea. It bleats a jet of ash and flame, then hops into the air. For a two-meter tall being of pure metal it’s fairly impressive how high it gets. But now you’re in a rather tricky situation. If it lands on its back, you might be squashed. Then again, this could just be a feint designed to panic you. Whatever the case, you’ll need to decide quickly what to do.

> [1] It wants to land on its back? Let it. You’ll ride its stomach down (Ag)
> [2] Untangle yourself and leap free
> [3] Remain where you are (T)
> [4] Write in

>>1294800
> [1]

By the way this was one of my favorite quests on tg. and the only one I've seen finished.

>>1294800
>> [1] It wants to land on its back? Let it. You’ll ride its stomach down (Ag)

Oh also - Do people want a Discord? I've seen a few other quests that have one. Doesn't really matter one way or the other to me, so long as you keep some discussion here in the threads.

>>1294804
Glad you enjoy!

>>1294800
>> [1] It wants to land on its back? Let it. You’ll ride its stomach down (Ag)

Going for that Agi+Ws build

>>1294800
> [3] Remain where you are (T)

>>1294807
Nah.

>>1294800
>[4] Force it to land in a way favorable for you (??)

[1] it is. Three people roll me 1d100 vs a 45.

>>1294820
That's basically what the Ag test is for. Good thought though!

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>1294862

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>1294862

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>1294862

>>1294870
>>1294874
>>1294879
Wow. Good thing a 29 is good enough. Back in a bit!

Alright guys, so whats the plan? WS, Agi, with S teritary? We're going to need to invest a tiny bit into WP but I don't think we need much other than those three. T doesn't mean shit if we never get hit.

>>1294800

If Small-Horn wants to try and flatten you on its back, by all means. That just means its stomach and underside will be vulnerable. You’re not entirely sure how well armored it is there, but it’s probably a little less than its back. Anything that frees up your scythes is a good thing.

In one swift motion, you loosen the chains digging into your flesh and slip free. Then you pull as hard as you can on them, using them to swing around so that you’re on the beast’s stomach. It’s a good thing too, as the pair of you are already hurtling back towards the ground. You let out a primal roar, dig your scythes into Small-Horn’s underbelly, and ride it down.

The force of impact is enough to cause the ground to crack and crater about a half a meter in depth. It’s a good thing you weren’t still on Small-Horn’s back or you’d be a pancake. As it is, the wind’s temporarily knocked out of you as you slam forward into its stomach. You recover just in time as the brute begins to death roll. You leap free, bringing your scythes with you. So far you haven’t done much to actually damage it, but you’ve at least asserted some dominance. Eventually, it has to submit. You just need to keep at it.

After spinning over and over about eight times, Small-Horn gets back to its feet. It stomps at the ground, then begins to charge at you.

> [1] Dodge and attack it as it passes (Ag, WS)
> [2] Grab the horn and suplex it (S)
> [3] Stop the beast dead in its tracks with your scythes (WS, S)
> [4] Write in

>>1294894
Whatever would be best against cinder.

>>1294896
>[1] Dodge and attack it as it passes (Ag, WS)
And this is probably my last post for tonight. Have fun guys.

>>1294896
>> [1] Dodge and attack it as it passes (Ag, WS)

>>1294896
>> [1] Dodge and attack it as it passes (Ag, WS)

>>1294896
> [2] Grab the horn and suplex it (S)

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[1] it is. You know the drill by now. 2d100 vs 45 and 55.

Rolled 20, 29 = 49 (2d100)

>>1294972
How dare you assume I know what I am doing!

Rolled 72, 12 = 84 (2d100)

>>1294972

Rolled 32, 89 = 121 (2d100)

>>1294972

>>1294987
>>1294994
>>1295011

>>1294896
A charging Juggernaut is nothing to sneer at. That much brass moving at high speed spells certain doom for whatever being or structure is in its way. And that’s not even taking into consideration its horn. You don’t want to be speared on the end of it if you can help it.

Small clouds of ash kick up from the beast’s hooves as it barrels at you. It opens its mouth and lets out another blast of ash and fire in a challenging bellow. Just as it’s upon you, you deftly drop and roll to the right. As Small-Horn tears past you, you lunge out with your chain scythes and leave two deep, long gashes in its side. The wounds trail bubbling ichor, splattering the ground (and you) with viscera.

The wounds aren’t enough to bring the Juggernaut down, though. It simply turns to one side and slides to a stop. It once again charges at you, but this time it’s much faster. It’s almost as if it’s drawing upon every ounce of daemonic strength in an attempt to gore you for good. One way or the other, the next exchange will determine who the top dog is, so to speak.

> [1] Repeat your last action (Ag, WS)
> [2] Suplex time? Suplex time. (S)
> [3] Parry the horn and stop it dead (WS, S)
> [4] Leap up and attempt to lash it to the ground (Ag x 2)
> [5] Write in

>>1295030
>> [2] Suplex time? Suplex time. (S)

>>1295030
> [2] Suplex time? Suplex time. (S)

>>1295030
>[4] Leap up and attempt to lash it to the ground (Ag x 2)

[2] it is. 1d100 vs 44 please.

By the way, what timezone is everyone? I'm trying to get a feel for how late to run and how early to start.

Rolled 87, 82 = 169 (2d100)

>>1295115
US Central.

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>1295115

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>1295115
U.S. East

>>1295123
>>1295132
>>1295133
A 17 will do nicely. Back in a bit!

>>1295030
You toss your chain scythes away, their forms vanishing as they wisk away to your personal pocket of the Immaterium. They’d only get in the way for what you’re about to do. You plant your feet firmly in the ground, angling yourself slightly towards Small-Horn and keeping your weight centered. As it draws closer, you see the murderous intent in its eyes. It only understands violence and bloodshed. But with proper application of force, it can be brought to heel.

Just as the behemoth’s horn comes within grabbing range, you start moving. You use the beast’s own momentum and strength against it, your biceps and quads straining as you redirect the force. Small-Horn arcs slightly, flipping over itself as you fling it onto its back behind you. The resulting thud is resounding, and draws the attention of several Flesh Hounds in the distance. They look at the commotion for a moment, trying to judge whether or not to intervene. Luckily, they seem to think better of it.

“Now then,” you snarl, resummoning your scythes as you advance towards the fallen Juggernaut. You cross both scythes and bring them right up to the beast’s neck. It stares back at you with one baleful eye. “Are you going to come quietly or do I have to drag your legless body back to the forges?”

> Roll WP (1d100 vs 41)

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>1295161
>> Roll WP (1d100 vs 41)
We've won the fight, now to win it over.

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>1295161

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>1295161

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>1295161

>>1295176
>>1295181
>>1295187
A 17 will do! Back in a bit.

Also - start thinking about what you might want to wear clothing and/or armor wise. There will be a small break coming up where you can play dress up

>>1295193
Skulls, we need skulls.

>>1293968
Let's fuck all the daemonettes and play as a plaguebearer.

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>>1295193
A virgin killer sweater is aptly named.

>>1295193
Greaves, Vambraces, Tassets, breastplate and Gorget. Maybe some pauldrons.

>>1295220
But that won't let opponents cut us up, and that means less of our blood will be shed for Khorne.

>>1295161
Either you’re much charming in your new form, or the beast understands what you’re saying. Probably a bit of both. In any event, Small-Horn doesn’t struggle. It slowly gets to its feet, then snorts in your face. You reach up to wipe the ash away, then punch the Juggernaut in its face with enough force to knock it on its ass.

“Let’s get one thing clear, I’m the boss here,” you say as it stares back at you, momentarily calmed. “If you’ve got a problem with that then the beatings will continue until your attitude changes. But worry not. I will ensure your need to sate His bloodlust is fulfilled. After all, there will be plenty of violence in yours and my future.”

You don’t get a reply, but then again you weren’t really expecting one. Still, for good measure, you use the chains of one scythe to wrap the Juggernaut’s neck with the pointy end facing in. With a good tug you could easily take its head off. It’s really the only way you’ll be able to get the beast to go where you want it without risk of it charging or goring you. In such fashion, you begin to lead it towards the Daemon Forges.

The Daemon Forges themselves are situated at the base of the molten brass volcanoes that surround Khorne’s realm. There, in sweltering workshops, all manner of weapons are created. Even components for mighty Daemon Engines. It’s here that you’ll find a Furnace Daemon capable of both forging you a seat on your Juggernaut and fitting you with clothes and or armor.

As you reach the outskirts of the long rows of smiths working their craft, a few look up and stare in your direction. You instinctively know where to take Small-Horn - a gigantic pen where other Bloodletters keep their mounts. It’s found a ways into the forges, near where the Daemon Engine components are being wrought. A Furnace Daemon meets you at the entrance of the pen’s pit. He looks you up and down, then at your prize.

“Right. You know the drill. We keep it here and ready for you to ride. All you need to do is speak its true name to summon it. I trust you know it already?”

> [1] Er… no.
> [2] Of course you do! What kind of idiot wouldn’t know that?
> [3] Yes, but just to make sure, do YOU know it?
> [4] Write in

>>1295220
>>1295226
I'd hate to say it but in this case we really need to decide between heavy armor or little to no armor. As a rider, littler armor will help us keep mobility while on Small-horn, but heavy armor will let us make the most out of Small-horn's bulk.

>>1295233
>[4] You trust BADLY.

>>1295234
I'd rather go the direction of gunplay with this one, so that means more mobility... I think?

>>1295233
>[2] Of course you do! What kind of idiot wouldn’t know that?

>>1295233
>> [3] Yes, but just to make sure, do YOU know it?

Hm, a three way tie. I'll go with my gut then. Back in a bit!

>>1295234
I think the armor kratos had at the start of GOW2 with more pauldrons would be nice.

>>1295299
So you're saying getting a Golden Fleece thing as our only armor is what we should do?

>>1295233
You quickly think of something to say. “Yes. But just to make sure, do YOU know it?”

The Furnace Daemon cocks his head at you and narrows his eyes. “How new are you, daemon?”

“New enough to tear you limb from limb if you bother with any more inane questions.”

He holds up his hands to placate you. “It’s quite alright. New riders always forget to actually learn their beast’s true name before dragging it here. The good thing is that it doesn’t matter how many daemons know it. The brutes only allow their riders to use them. Anyone else is eviscerated and/or trampled.”

Walking past you, he goes up to the side of the Juggernaut’s head, places his hand upon it, and closes his eyes. After a moment, he grins, showing shark-like teeth.

“Dheuios. It’s name is Dheuios. Remember it well, fresh meat. Now, what is your name?” You give him your best stink eye. This just causes him to roll his eyes. “Look we need to know for when you come back to work on breaking it in.”

“My name is Ember,” you proudly exclaim. “Do well to remember it.”

“Right… Ember… If that’s your name, I guess it’s your name. Not the one I would have chosen, but hey what do I know. Here, help me get this lead on it.”

The Furnace Daemon conjures up a length of thick, spiked chain. The links are solid brass, while the barbs are a blackened alloy of some sort. They dig into Small-Horn’s neck, acting much like your scythe. It takes another punch from you to get the brute to go with the Furnace Daemon, but in the end you’re relieved of your burden.

Now standing in the middle of the Forges, you should probably see about possibly donning some armor or some form of covering. While no daemon (aside from those idiot Slaaneshii) would care about wandering around naked, you feel like you should have something covering you at the very least. You’re meant to inspired fear among mortals, not misdirected lust. Though that might also be a good tool to use in battle against unguarded fools. Decisions, decisions.

> 30 minute break. During that time, figure out what you want to wear. Please pick something thematic, not silly.

>>1295326
We should change our name to something manlier, like Embric.

>>1295306
You're thinking of the third game.
Although now that I think of it, other Greek brass armor or Khornate Armor of Augustus would look nice on us.

>>1295336
That armor didn't do shit though, it just looked pretty. Only magic/technic armor is worth it.

>>1295326
>>1295220
Supporting this option, if we're a rider we should go with heavy armor, since our mount will be doing the moving for us and we'll probably get shot at a lot while on his back.

>>1295342
What about magic/technic armor that looks pretty?

>>1295335
We're a girl you dolt.

>>1295336
I'm not opposed to gauntlets or vambraces, but we need to remember our weapon, unless you think a loss of mobility is alright.

>>1295343
As much as I'd like heavy armor to match out mount, we lack the proper weapon for Heavy Cavalry combat.

IMHO, We should go kill some daemonic creatures and take a skull or spine to make our armor.

>>1295347
What are you, queer? Our favorite meal is flesh with a side of rocks, our attire could be defeated foes' faces stitched together.

>>1295352
>Our favorite meal is flesh with a side of rocks, our attire could be defeated foes' faces stitched together.
That's Dark Eldar or Slaaneshii. Not Khornate.

>>1295351
Properly fitted plate armor doesn't slow a person down much if they know how to move in it. And a genderbent armor of Augusta would be pretty rad.

>>1295361
*our attire could be defeated foes' skull glued together with our spit and some tendons.

OH BOY! WHO'S THE NEWBIE KHORNETTE?
IS CINDER ON THE BIG CHAIR?

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I'm going to find some rider/ strange armor and dump for a bit

>>1295352
Brass and Bones are all we need, the real question is how much we put on ourselves.

>>1295363
I can see what you mean, but we need to fetch the resources ourselves.

>>1295370
Oi fook off, we needa kill that bitch for what she did to us.

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>>1295375
>>1295351
gauntlets like these?

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>>1295378

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>>1295382

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>>1295375
Sarmatians have some stuff.

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>>1295384
And a joke one for good measure.

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>>1295391

>>1295384
Like the look of this, throw some skulls and sigils of Khorne and it would be prefect.

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>>1295393
>>1295410
glad you like, too bad it's leather

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>>1295416

>>1295416
This one's good.

>>1295416
That one would also work, if it was intact at least.

Alright I'm back. Would people be okay with a fusion between >>1295384 and >>1295416? After all, a Khornate's skin is stronger than most Imperium armor. You don't need much, just enough to cover vital areas.

> [1] Yes
> [2] No

>>1295430
>> [1] Yes

>>1295430
>[1]
Make her topless, keep the gauntlets and pants armor and we're golden

>>1295430
> [1] Yes

>>1295430
> [1] Yes

That would be the best for a cosmic warrior construct made of hate.

>>1295430
> [1] Yes
But no breastplate/top so we can get some kick-ass scars.

>>1295444
>>1295432
but the best scars come from the stuff that goes through armor.

>>1295449
and leave out all the other scars we could wear on our body? for shame!

>>1295432
We could have a breastplate/gorget for our vitals and leave the navel bare.

>>1295449
Armor is cowardly and will weigh us down.

>>1295453
>Armor is cowardly
Not when you are planning on getting hit.

>>1295454
And are we planning on getting hit? The best defense is to not get hit at all.

>>1295430
quick question, is our hair color still the standard platinum white?
>>1295452
anon pls. protect our throat/neck? are you a coward? why protect our neck when the rest of our gorgeous amazon torso is exposed to the world?

>>1295451
they would be reminders of accident, not actual battle prowess. anyone can get covered in scars by walking through a lumber mill or abandond home naked, but war wounds top mint.
we could have it designed to get out of easily to fight worthy opponents and stow it away on our mount.

>>1295458
Let's go for a black and white striped mohawk.

>>1295326

You spend some time doing a little shopping around. Observing smith wares, sizing up bits of armor, that sort of thing. In the end, you settle on a modified set of rider armor typically used by mortals. It’s made of interlocking metal, brass to be specific (like most things Khornate), and covers your forearms, upper chest, and lower legs. Your pelvic area is guarded by a skirt of sorts made of the same material. You may have skin tougher than most armor found in the Imperium, but you’re not above covering up. After all, She did. And look where that got Her.

Once you’ve outfitted yourself, you crack your neck and debate your next course of action. You could always go back to the pens and work on taming Dheuios, but perhaps you’ve done enough today. Whatever “today” means in the Immaterium, where time has no meaning. Instead, maybe you should find something more to fight here in Khorne’s realm, whether it be another daemon, beast, or even Ork. Then again, what would She do?

Probably tear her way into the Materium, you think. Which is also an option. You’ve done it before. Countless times, in fact. Most of your attempts on Her life were made in the mortal realm. Foolish, now that you look back on it, but it did weaken her like it does all daemons. Unless you find a particularly powerful ritual to corrupt, staying in the Materium will be… draining to say the least.

> [1] Head back to the pens and Dheuios
> [2] Travel elsewhere in Khorne’s realm to get some fighting in
> [3] You’ll earn no skulls here, to the Materium!
> [4] Write in

>>1295467
>> [2] Travel elsewhere in Khorne’s realm to get some fighting in

>>1295467
>> [1] Head back to the pens and Dheuios

>>1295467
>> [2] Travel elsewhere in Khorne’s realm to get some fighting in
She first humiliated us among the orc war party, that's where we will test our strength.

>>1295467
> [3] You’ll earn no skulls here, to the Materium!

Hm, seems like I missed a [/red] somewhere. Ah well.

>>1295458
Platinum white

>>1295467
> [3] You’ll earn no skulls here, to the Materium!


>>1295475
Following in somebody's footsteps is boring and self-defeating, she will always be ahead of us on the path she walked.

>>1295464
>mohawk on a khornette
that just looks downright silly. not terrifying at all.
>>1295467
> [1] Head back to the pens and Dheuios
lets diverge from Cinder's(?) route. we can't be seen as a Cinder wannabe when we finally meet our sempai/nemesis.

>>1295478
can Ember have a differing hairstyle? How about a ponytail that has part of her hair dyed to the color of brass? I remember Cinder had the wild untamed hairstyle while keeping it pure white at hip length, so it's best to make sure Ember is distinctly different from Cinder from silhouette alone.

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Eek. A three way tie. Hopefully some fresh votes break it.

>>1295491
See Twitter, already ahead of you.

>>1295496
>>1295475
I'll change it to 3 if you want

With >>1295501's change, we're going with [3]. Back in a bit!

>>1295467
The way you see it, you’ll earn nothing here in the Warp but empty trophies. If you’re going to start making any headway to closing the gap between you and Her, you’ll need to start earning some infamy. Loathe as you are to admit such a gap exists. You have several options for going about breaking into the Materium:

1. Emerge from the Screaming Vortex. A great Warp Storm that separates the Calixis Sector from the Koronus Expanse. Here the boundaries between realities are weak, meaning you’ll be able to manifest with little difficulty.

2. Head to the Formless Wastes. There you’ll be able to find mortal vessels currently traveling through the Immaterium. With the right circumstances (and a little cultist help), you might be able to board such a ship and make it yours.

3. Wait for a psyker to slip up. It’s no secret that Khorne often sends his children to deal with psykers foolish enough to draw large amounts of power from the Warp. You could easily be sent on such a mission if you “get in line,” so to speak.

What’ll it be?

> [1] The Screaming Vortex
> [2] The Formless Wastes and possibly a ship
> [3] Waiting for a psyker to roll perils
> [4] Write in

>>1295524
> [3] Waiting for a psyker to roll perils

>>1295524
>> [2] The Formless Wastes and possibly a ship

>>1295524
>[3] peril roll

We might find something interesting.

>>1295524
> [3] Waiting for a psyker to roll perils
there's plenty of souls that roll dice RNG. and Iggy/Tzeench is happy to provide!

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>>1295524
> [1] The Screaming Vortex

>>1295524
There’s plenty of mortal psykers to go around. So many, in fact, that you could end up almost anywhere in the Materium if “called.” But that’s part of the fun, you figure. You’ll likely end up in the middle of a raging battle, with plenty of opponents and skulls to take. It’ll just be a matter of snuffing out the summoning psyker’s life force in such a manner that will allow you to exist on the Material Plane for an extended period of time. Sort of like how the foolish Eldar use spirit stones to trap their souls in little rocks for all eternity. Only more bloody.

Getting sent to deal with such a psyker is simple enough. You need only open your mind to the call of Khorne. He will know when and where to strike. It’s just a matter of being the first daemon to respond to Him. So you find a good spot in Khorne’s realm to meditate and wait.

Sure enough, it doesn’t take long. Several psykers tear holes into the Immaterium and siphon just a tad too much energy. Khorne’s wrath swells, and calls you to action. It’s just a matter of choosing which mortal to appear before.

> [1] A psyker attempting to heal someone using the power of the Warp
> [2] A psyker trying to peer into the future
> [3] A psyker channeling the raw energy of warpfire
> [4] A psyker trying to modify another mortal’s mind

>>1295562
> [3] A psyker channeling the raw energy of warpfire
this is fun. instead of warpfire trying to fry an opponent, you get SUDDENLY KHORNE! coming out of their fingertips.

>>1295562
>> [4] A psyker trying to modify another mortal’s mind

>>1295562
> [3] A psyker channeling the raw energy of warpfire
yawl tzeench worshipers trying to do something, you get the big red fist o the (khornate) law

>>1295562
> [4] A psyker trying to modify another mortal’s mind
Such sorcery is fucking haram.

>>1295562
>> [4] A psyker trying to modify another mortal’s mind

>>1295562
> [3] A psyker channeling the raw energy of warpfire
The look on his face when he gets more than he bargained for will be great. Plus, we could probably eviscerate whatever he's trying to scorch.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

Seems we have another tie. Flipping a coin.

1 = [3]
2 = [4]

>>1295606
Yay! one warp proppelled Khornette coming up!

>>1295562
Using the raw energy of warpfire is a very risky business. It ends up backfiring on the channeling psyker more often than not. This is just such an occasion. You rush forward as incorporeal entity towards the breach between realms, eager for blood and conquest.

Moments later, you materialize in the mortal realm with a small pop. The first thing you notice is that it’s dark. Were you not a daemon, you’d probably have trouble seeing in the near pitch-blackness. Best you can tell, you’re in some sort of naturally formed amphitheatre. The rock face is worn and smooth, stalagmites and stalactites strewn haphazardly about the place. In front of you is what appears to be a group of mutated humans. Their forms are twisted and bloated in various ways, ranging from tentacle-like appendages to worm-like lower bodies. They seem to be frozen in mid-motion, eyeing you with fear.

“O-Oh no,” comes a squeaky voice from behind you. “Oh no no no no no. This is even worse!”

You turn to see what you assume is the arrogant psyker who brought you here. Only she doesn’t seem to be all that arrogant. In fact, you’d say she almost looks as if she’s about to faint. It’s hard to make out any real details in this darkness, but you can tell her eyes are like large saucers and her breath short and rapid. Beyond her is another woman, though her face and body is covered by dark fabric much like the psyker’s.

> [1] Announce yourself to the room
> [2] Attack the mutants first
> [3] Round on the Psyker and her companion
> [4] Write in

>>1295623
>Attack the Psyker
Can't have us bound by a mortal female psyker. Unless you guys are into that.

>>1295623
> [1] Announce yourself to the room
>" I am here to fuck shit up, if you know a place close enough by which has better shit to fuck up, direct me to there, but if you cant and I know when you are lying, Your shit will be fucked up."

>>1295623
> [2] Attack the mutants first
IGGY!

>>1295623
> [2] Attack the mutants first

>>1295623
>> [1] Announce yourself to the room
I HAVE COME FOR YOUR SKULL WITCH!

>>1295623
>>1295633
Wait wait wait. If we're bound by the psyker it's pretty much a guarentee we'll be summoned into battle. So we don't have to look for one ourself.
>>1295633
Switching to this.

[1] it is. Back in a bit! This will probably be the last update for the evening. More on that later.

>>1295623
You make a very guttural sound and clear your throat. Then you announce to the room at large, “I am here to take skulls and fuck shit up. If you know of a place close by that has better skulls, tell me now. Otherwise, you all are first on my list.”

This has the expected effect. The psyker lets out a mewling whimper, cowering and clutching her friend. The mutants continue to remain rigid in fear, though they’re now whispering among themselves in a tongue you can’t identify. After allowing this to continue for a full minute, you growl, “Well?”

The mutants’ reply is to unsheathe various short knives and shivs. “Your illusion won’t stop us, Arika,” hisses one of them. “You will pay your oath-bond in blood!”

“Well as much as that might amuse me to watch, I’m no illusion,” you say, stepping squarely in their path as they start to advance. “And I’ve decided you’re going to make excellent tributes to my lord.”

There’s another brief round of mutant whisperings. Then they all let out a bellow and charge at you. You easily grab the first deformed human to come within range, crushing his elongated skull with your claws as if it were paper-mache. His body then serves as a meaty flail, of which you use to beat back the remaining mutants. This, of course, sends all sorts of gore splattering everywhere in the dark.

You have to kill three of them before they get the message. The remaining three drop their poor excuses of weapons and bolt into dark passages as fast as they can. Now alone with the psyker and her companion, you…

> [1] Bind her soul so that you may continue to exist here in the Materium
> [2] Kill her for her arrogance and return to the Warp. Hopefully to find a more worthy psyker to prey on.
> [3] Ask her what the hell is going on
> [4] Write in

>>1295691
>[1]

Cant get rid of us easly

We'll stop here for the night since we've been going for close to eight hours. I'll still be in the thread for another hour or so before heading off to bed. Tomorrow (really today) I'll be back around 6pm to 10pm, and then 2am - 4am. Feel free to use the thread civilly in the meantime.

Also, I've started an archive much in the style of old. You can find it here:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/17A2MqjN-BmHHIAYi6DwA9lsS_BvGlIPwcGqKfjrCQj4/edit?usp=sharing

>>1295691
> [2] Kill her for her arrogance and return to the Warp. Hopefully to find a more worthy psyker to prey on.

>>1295691
> [1] Bind her soul so that you may continue to exist here in the Materium
> [4] weasel out a deal from the psyker. She will be your human pet/toy in exchange for her staying alive.

>>1295691
> [3] Ask her what in the blazes is going on
We speak in thick cockney accent so they can understand us

>>1295717
I'd rather she promise to summon us to worthy battles or else we eat her.

Seems we'll be going with [1] tomorrow. Do you want to do the write-in from >>1295717? If so, what sort of deal do you want to make? Something like Dark Heresy 1's Dark Pact maybe? Or more of a "you sustain me here in the Materium and I allow you to live" sorta deal?

>>1295737
Eh, sustaining us in the Materium won't be much if she doesn't see much combat. We should make a blood pact that if she ever gets into any battles she'll summon us in return for her going into as many battles as she can so she can summon us.

All this pent up anger, constant thoughts and obsession.
No-horn went full yandere, isn't he?
>>1295691
> [1]

>>1296530
yes, but now No-horn is a girl which means y/u/ri. not that I mind /u/boats...

>>1295691
>[2] Kill her for her arrogance and return to the Warp. Hopefully to find a more worthy psyker to prey on.

Hell, this isn't even a battlefield, or a ship that we could take over

>>1295695
forget that
>>1295691
>[4] "unless there is something kick ass around here like space marines, skitari, orks or better mutants, I'm going to take your soul just for wasting my time.

>>1295691
>> [2] Kill her for her arrogance and return to the Warp. Hopefully to find a more worthy psyker to prey on.

>>1295691
Rounding on this psyker, this “Arika,” you reach out for her throat. Your vice-like grip causes her to flail against your arm to little effect. You lift her into the air until she’s at eye level, your golden eyes boring into her.

“Give me one good reason why I should not snap your neck and feast upon your soul,” you snarl at her. “You’ve not only foolishly dabbled in matters of sorcery, but you’ve brought me to a place that is without proper conflict.”

“There’s… There’s plenty of conflict here,” she gasps. “Hive Desoleum wouldn’t function otherwise.”

So you’re on an Imperial World then, more specifically a Hive World. Judging by your surroundings, you’re likely in what the mortals would call an “Underhive,” beneath what could be kilometers of city built in layers upon itself. You don’t know of this Desoleum though. Such matters are beyond your knowledge, both as a Khornate daemon and as one who’s visited the material plane before.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you remind her, squeezing her throat just a little bit tighter for effect. “Why. Shouldn’t. I. Kill. You?”

She stammers, “Y-You need my power to remain here on this plane. I-I think. I’m no use to you dead.”

“On the contrary. If I consume your soul I’ll be able to remain here to my heart’s content.”

“Wait! Wait! I can bring you to the Fleshcutters. They can provide all the violence you could ever want.”

Again, you have no idea who or what the Fleshcutters are. Your time here is growing short. You need to make a judgement call.

> [1] End her life and return to the Immaterium
> [2] Steal her soul and have her friend take you to the Fleshcutters
> [3] Write in

>>1297147
> [2] Steal her soul and have her friend take you to the Fleshcutters

>>1297147
> [2] Steal her soul and have her friend take you to the Fleshcutters

>>1297147
>[2] Steal her soul and have her friend take you to the Fleshcutters

>>1297147
>[1] End her life and return to the Immaterium

>>1297147
There’s no harm in sticking around for a little bit longer. It’s not the glorious battlefield you’d hoped for, but there is something to be said for humble beginnings. You can always return to the Warp should these Fleshcutters not pan out. And who knows? Maybe you’ll find a challenge on this planet after all. Only one way to find out.

“I think your friend can do that just fine,” you reply. “Now perish.”

WIth that, you channel a bit of the Warp energy clinging to your skin into your right hand. Arika begins to twitch and spasm as her form takes on a spectral glow. That glow then siphons into your hand and up your arm as you draw out the woman’s soul. As it flows into you, Arika’s body begins to wither and dissolve. The whole process takes about a minute all said and done. You’re left with a pile of corpse dust and a very distraught onlooker.

“Now then,” you say. “I believe someone was going to take me to these ‘Fleshcutters?’ Or do I need to make an example out of you as well?”

“N-No, oh powerful one,” blurts Arika’s friend. “I will take you to them if you spare my life.”

“I will allow you to live, for now. Lead on before I change my mind.”

She nods and then begins leading you through the cave system’s tunnels. Along the way you…

> [1] Remain silent
> [2] Ask her more about the Fleshcutters
> [3] Ask her more about the Hive you’re in
> [4] Other (Write in)

>>1297147
>[3] Give her the o' Snapple Special

>>1297215
>> [1] Remain silent

>>1297215
> [3] Ask her more about the Hive you’re in
>"So, where are the larva kept? Are there any places where we can sample the honey?"

>>1297215
> [2] Ask her more about the Fleshcutters
> [3] Ask her more about the Hive you’re in

>>1297215
>> [1] Remain silent

Rolled 1 (1d2)

I believe that's a tie between [1] and [3]. Flipping a coin.

1 = [1]
2 = [3]

>>1297215
You don’t see a reason to bother with conversation for the time being. You don’t need to know how things work around here unless it’ll bring you glory in some way. Otherwise such words are useless. So you remain silent, stalking behind the human woman like the apex predator you are.

Eventually, after many twists and turns in the dark, the tunnels open up into a vast cavern. Several kilometers in diameter and half as much high, the space might be large enough to hold a small escort-sized starship. In the middle, almost bifurcating the area, is a massive spike of some unknown metal that extends both up and down into the rockface. Around it is a shantytown sort of settlement that covers the entire ground of the cavern. Lighting is dim, only provided by glow globes, glowing cave moss, and the occasional lantern. If you had to guesstimate, there’s probably anywhere between 5,000 to 10,000 people living here.

“Um. Do you want me to get you a cloak or something?” asks your guide. She’s come to a stop at the tunnel’s exit. “Or do you uh… want to go in looking like that?”

“There is nothing wrong with how I look,” you growl back.

“R-Right, but won’t people stare? You’ll attract a lot of attention…”

> [1] Doesn’t bother you in the slightest
> [2] Maybe you should don a disguise of sorts
> [3] Write in

>>1297304
>[1] Doesn’t bother you in the slightest

>>1297304
>> [1] Doesn’t bother you in the slightest
>more skulls to take.

>>1297304
>> [1] Doesn’t bother you in the slightest

>>1297304
>> [1] Doesn’t bother you in the slightest

haha, time for massacre, not like people wont be suspicious of the giant woman in a cloak that hurts to look at and feels wrong.

>>1297304
> [1] Doesn’t bother you in the slightest

>>1297304
“Good. If any are foolish enough to confront me then I shall enjoy taking their skull. Now, my patience grows thin. Hurry along.”

Your guide looks as if she wants to say something but thinks better of it. She leads you down an incline and into the metal shantytown proper. As you weave in between shacks, all of which seem to be placed to some unknown pattern, you begin to notice that you’re being watched. Some passersby stop dead in their tracks as you walk by. Others scurry inside or to unseen hiding holes. Others still avert their eyes and try not to look in your direction. You might pass for some kind of mutant in this relative darkness if it wasn’t for your daemonic aura. That’s probably what’s unsettling people. That or you really do look like the fierce warrior you feel like. Sadly, no one challenges you to a fight or gets in your way.

You’re brought almost right up to the spike and into a grouping of multilevel, plasteel buildings. Here your guide stops in the middle of a courtyard and turns to you. “We’re here. Um. Wait here. I’ll go see if I can’t pull some favors.”

“Be quick about it,” you respond.

“S-Sure…”

She runs off to one of the buildings, leaving you in the middle of a wide open space. She’s gone an awfully long time. So long, in fact, that a small crowd of humans has begun forming along the edges of the courtyard. All of them seem to be scarred in some manner, and they have all sorts of bladed weapons. There’s a hushed whispering among them, but again it’s in a language you have no knowledge of.

> [1] Stand arms crossed and eyes closed for the time being
> [2] Bellow a challenge to any who think they’re worthy
> [3] Put on a “show” and practice with your chain scythes
> [4] Write in

>>1297349
>> [2] Bellow a challenge to any who think they’re worthy

>>1297349
>> [1] Stand arms crossed and eyes closed for the time being
None of them are worthy of us.

>>1297349
>> [3] Put on a “show” and practice with your chain scythes
Chain saw juggling is really entertaining, too bad most of them use rubber blades.

>>1297349
>[2] Bellow a challenge to any who think they’re worthy

>>1297349
>> [2] Bellow a challenge to any who think they’re worthy

>>1297349
>[2] Bellow a challenge to any who think they’re worthy

>>1297349
It doesn’t take genius to figure out that you’re being sized up like some prey animal. Foolish, but understandable. Humans are irrational creatures like that. They likely do not know of the power you posses. Still, you find it important to establish who’s in charge here.

“Well then,” you shout to the group at large. “Are you going to sit about like frail invalids or shall we do this?”

More whispering. Then one of the humans steps forward. He puffs out his chest (which is covered by all manner of colorful scars) and proclaims, “You ain’t right, mutie. Hurts just looking at you. Get out of here or else.”

“And I suppose if I refuse you’ll all attack me at once?” you sneer back.

His answer is to unsheathe a heavily serrated sword with thick, triangular points. The rest of the crowd quiets as they all do similar. The tension in the air is almost palatable. Yet the humans seem reluctant to act first.

> [1] Wait for them to attack you, then use only your claws
> [2] Wait for them to attack you, then use your scythes
> [3] Attack first with your claws
> [4] Attack first with your scythes
> [5] Write in

>>1297420
>"I was hoping you'd do that!"
> [3] Attack first with your claws

>>1297420
>> [3] Attack first with your claws
> Hope your not the best