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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. I do try to keep things fairly reasonable though.

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 a maximum of twenty to thirty minutes after the first vote. Same goes for dice rolling. As far as quest start time goes, I’ll always begin writing at 8pm EST on Wednesday. I’ll keep posting updates in the thread through Thursday and Friday unless otherwise specified. It really depends on how active you guys are.

That’s it housekeeping-wise for now. Onto the quest!

“...and then we grind blood and bone dust from dead members into the cut. The resulting scar is like a badge of honor among us. The longer and unwavering the wound, the more respect an initiate is given...”

You rub at your eyes as Rikiar continues to explain the nuances of the Fleshcutters while you lounge in his sitting room. From everything you’ve heard thus far, they certainly have qualities that would turn them to Chaos over time. They’re like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves, eager to inflict pain and draw blood. It’s a toss up whether they’d take more to Khornate or to Slaaneshii teachings. It’ll largely depend on your execution and whether Niazach decides to butt in.

Speaking of the daemonette, she’s remained eerily quiet since returning with you. Granted, no one’s addressed her directly, but she hasn’t even added a single word to your hour-long briefing from Rikiar. Instead, she seems content to slowly sip at her glass of blood and rotgut. That’s fine by you. She’s a tool to you at the moment, nothing more.

Speaking of tools, you do have one semi-pressing matter to attend to. You’ll need to find another psyker’s soul to feast on within a week’s time. Otherwise you’ll end up back in the Immaterium once more. Your new body may be powerful, but there’s still some kinks. Kinks that can be ironed out with both time and a proper summoning. Really the latter is the core of the issue. If you want to be able to run around in the Materium without a time limit, you’ll need to take a page from Her book and allow yourself to be summoned during a blood ritual. Unfortunately, the Fleshcutters as they are possess neither the skill nor the psychic power to perform such a ritual.

“...have I said something wrong?” asks Rikiar, interrupting your thoughts.

You lower your hand from your face and stare back at him, slightly annoyed. “I think I get the gist of it. You’re skilled urban fighters, especially in close quarters combat. And you appreciate your scars like any warrior would. That’s fine. What bothers me is that you seem to lack direction. You’ve said your goal is to topple the Hive, but I’ve yet to hear anything that I can use on that front.”

Rikiar bites his lip nervously and hides behind his own glass of liquor for a minute. Then he says, “Yes, yes of course. It’s just that you’ve yet to really tell me about this whole Warp and daemon thing. I don’t doubt your skill with a blade, but I know next to nothing about you.”

It’s true. He’s done most of the talking so far. Perhaps you should change that.

> [1] Start with the basics, focusing on Khorne
> [2] The more he knows, the more corrupted he’ll become. Is he sure he wants to take that risk?
> [3] You’re not exactly the best orator in the world. Let Niazach explain things.
> [4] All he needs to know is that he should offer skulls to the Skull Throne
> [5] Write in

>>1315623
>> [1] Start with the basics, focusing on Khorne

>>1315623
> [1] Start with the basics, focusing on Khorne
Honor
Worthy opponents
Skulls for the skull throne

>>1315623
> [1] Start with the basics, focusing on Khorne
> [5] Tell him Khorne's "good" aspects, namely RULES OF NATURE and HONOR IN THE BATTLEFIELD.

[1] it is. Back in a bit!

>>1315623
“Fine,” you say, standing for effect. “Let’s fix that.” You point to your inner thigh where the black Mark of Khorne is visible against your crimson skin. “Do you know what this is?”

“Erm, some sort of tattoo?”

You narrow your eyes at Rikiar. “It is the Mark of Khorne. Etch its design into your memory. Any who bear it are among Khorne’s favored. Warriors capable of great feats, and/or ones who have contributed many skulls to the Skull Throne.”

Niazach looks at you excitedly, but Rikiar still seems to be playing catch up. “Right… and this ‘Khorne,’ how does he compare to the God Emperor?”

“For one, he’s not a false, dead god,” you practically spit. “Khorne is conflict made manifest. It is through conflict that the mighty rise and the weak fall. Perhaps more basically, conflict is the survival of one thing at the expense of another. Thus Khorne is eternal and omnipresent. With me so far?”

“I think so…”

You continue, “Khorne has but a few simple tenants. The first is acting with honor on the battlefield. Mainly by fighting worthy opponents without trickery. There is no honor in slaying the weak. Those that cannot raise a weapon or offer even a token resistance are not worthy to have their skulls donated to the throne.”

Rikiar rubs the back of his head thoughtfully. “So this throne thing… what’s that about?”

“It is the mighty chair upon which Khorne rests. It grows ever grander as more skulls are piled upon it. All skulls, no matter their form or what species they come from, are to be offered to Him. The same goes for blood spilled in His name.”

“Alright, what’s the next tenant?”

“She already covered it, if you were paying attention,” remarks Niazach. You look at her and raise an eyebrow. She says to you, “I’m sorry, my mistress, but I could no longer wait for permission to speak.”

> [1] Seriously, knock the “mistress” bit off
> [2] Oh please, do continue. You’d love to hear what a Slaaneshii thinks of Khorne
> [3] (Ignore her) Moving on…
> [4] Write in

Rolled 36, 64, 25, 46 = 171 (4d100)

>>1315706
I'm wasting some rolls.

>>1315730
> [3] (Ignore her) Moving on…

The slut of excess is obviously being a :3c~*glomps u*Haiii obnoxious faget for fun.
The best counter to this is ignoring it.

>>1315730
>> [3] (Ignore her) Moving on…

>>1315730
> [1] Zachary, please!

>>1315730
You roll your eyes and ignore her. To Rikiar, you say, “The next tenant is close to the first. Worthy opponents come in many forms. So long as they are willing to make attempts on your life, they can be slain, and their skulls offered in His name.”

“So… Basically, don’t harm innocent bystanders. And if you have to, don’t offer their blood to this Khorne. That about right?”

“Simple, yet also correct. Becoming one of Khorne’s faithful means that your life will always be one of conflict and battle. There is no glory to be had in lying about like a daemon of sloth.”

Rikiar nods. “Alright. Now these ‘daemons,’ they come from the same place as Khorne, yeah?”

“Ooh!” ejaculates Niazach. “May I field this one, Mistress?”

> [1] (Ignore her) Yes, Rikiar
> [2] Fine…
> [3] Backhand her for calling you Mistress again
> [4] Write in

>>1315795
>[4] There are lots of places in that place, Zachary can fill you in.

>>1315795
> [1] (Ignore her) Yes, Rikiar

The slaaneshi whore WANTS to be backhanded.
Deny her the satisfaction.

>>1315795
> [1] (Ignore her) Yes, Rikiar

>>1315809
>>1315811
If we answer that way, we're implying that Niazach is from the same place as Khorne.

[1] it is! Back in a bit.

>>1315795
>ejaculates

nice.

>>1315795
By Khornate standards, you have the patience of a saint. Going off half-cocked is what led to your defeat at Her hands more than once. You like to think you’ve finally learned the value of patience. Still, Niazach is making it hard to ignore her. Were you not on a roll (in a manner of speaking), you’d probably have to stop and address her.

“In a sense, yes. The Warp is an infinite realm of raw emotions and turmoil that lies beyond the Materium. The same realm that your Imperium so foolishly travels through in their starships. All daemons come from there. We cannot be killed like you mortals can, and we possess a strength and endurance far beyond your imagining.”

“So… You and her come from the same place?” asks Rikiar, motioning at Niazach. Niazach smiles at you in return.

You growl at him, “Not in the slightest. She comes from the twisted realm of Slaanesh, another Chaos God. One that likes to annoy Khornates like me.”

“Oh don’t mind her,” coos Niazach. “All Khornate daemons are like that: all stuck up and bursting with anger. We Slaaneshiis are different. We revel in excess, no matter its form. The scarring on you Fleshcutters, for example, is something we’d consider to be an art.”

> [1] (Ignore her again) What other questions did Rikiar have?
> [2] Scarring is fine, so long as it’s not done in excess
> [3] Glare at Niazach until she shuts up again
> [4] Take a brief walk to cool your head
> [5] Write in

>>1315891
>[2] Scarring is fine, so long as it’s not done in excess

Scars as proof of battle=best
Scars as proof of dedication=good
Scars as proof of getting scars=WHOOOOOORRRREEE!!!

>>1315891
> [2] Scarring is fine, so long as it’s not done in excess

>>1315891
In an attempt to prevent Niazach from giving Rikiar any ideas, you quickly cut her off. “Scars as proof of battle and dedication are fine. Scars for the sake of scars is not. Are we clear?”

Rikiar looks down at his own body. It’s covered in various, multicolored scars of differing sizes. “I like to think I know the story behind each of these. They’re a form of living history that can be found on any Fleshcutter. I can only think of one or two wounds that were done in remembrance of a significant event or something similar. In fact, I was considering ordering my sect to carve the memory of this day, and of you, into their flesh.”

“That sounds positively delightful!” exclaims Niazach. She looks absolutely giddy. “What do you think, my Mistress?”

> [1] No.
> [2] Sure, whatever.
> [3] Write in

>>1315966
>[3] Write in

Actually, that works. They are not scars for the sake of pain or indulgence, but a record of battle. A tome of a warriors flesh.

>>1315966
No too much, only battle scars and scars earn through labors in the name of khorne are permitted. Self inflicted is un acceptable.

>>1315966
> [3] Write in
This day is not yet complete.
How about I spar with all of your sect. at once. With weapons that aren't as likely to kill, but just as likely to mark flesh.

>>1315966
>>1315978
>>1315990

this

>>1315978
Hrmm you mean like stories chronicled upon flesh? If we do that a simple laceration scar wont due, a mark of khorne however...that would do.

>>1315996
Yeah. Like each scar is a specific mark that says "I was there, I did the thing". Every member is a living history of the battles of their life, preserved in flesh. Great heroes could be flayed and become banners.

“Some of what you say is acceptable,” you reply to Rikiar. “A tome of a warrior’s flesh. But self-inflicted scars outside of your initiation ones will not do. Is there somewhere that I might fight all of your sect at once?”

“Hm, I believe so, yes. What do you have in mind?”

You grin back at him. “Provide me a suitable weapon, one designed to mark flesh, and I shall give you all personal scars for which to remember me by.”

“That’s an excellent idea, Mistress,” says Niazach. “I would be more than happy to give you my whip-”

You cut across the air in front of you with your hand. “No. It must be a mortal weapon. I do not trust any weapon of yours to not be laden with toxins or other such chemicals. Surely Rikiar here has a weapon he can spare.”

“Um… Yes. I can easily give you anything from a sword to a dagger.”

“Two daggers it is then,” you reply.

Rikiar nods and rushes off into the hallway to gather the aforementioned weapons and inform his sect of what’s to come. As you wait, Niazach asks, “May I join you in this, Mistress? After all, if this gang is to become one of Chaos, the memory of two daemons will burn brighter than just one.”

> [1] Nope. You get to sit and watch.
> [2] Sure, but it’s every daemon for themselves
> [3] Fine.
> [4] Write in

Aaaaa I forgot to link the previous post.

>>1315966
>>1316022

>>1316022
>> [1] Nope. You get to sit and watch.
>Probably rub yourself obnoxiously too

>>1316022
>[1] Nope. You get to sit and watch.

You will sit quietly, unless you choose to praise Khorne.

Or I will bind your limbs completely and lock you in a very dark, very quite, temperate room, utterly devoid of stimulation.

>>1316039
>Or I will bind your limbs completely and lock you in a very dark, very quite, temperate room, utterly devoid of stimulation.
>Implying she wouldn't get off to that, too

>>1316039
>>1316046
There isn't any Excess in that room at all.
In fact, there's a complete lack of Excess.
You might say, there's TOO MUCH lack of Excess.
An Excess of lack of Excess, if you will.
Oooh~

>>1316022
“Nope. You get to sit and watch. And by Khorne if I catch you rubbing yourself or doing something vile and Slaaneshii…” You let the threat hang in the air. She can imagine whatever sort of punishment she likes. Unfortunately, this has the opposite effect. Instead of shutting up, bowing her head, and getting in line, she licks her lips.

“Oh that would be delightful~ But I shall do as you order, Mistress.”

“Whatever,” you half-sigh. “What’s taking Rikiar so long?”

“He probably has to relay the order to come fight you,” posits Niazach. “That finding you two daggers. But this gives us a little time to ourselves. I must ask, Mistress, how do you intend to use these Fleshcutters? Will they become your flock, so to speak? Or are they merely a means to an end?”

“That depends on them, I would think,” you reply. “I have no use for a tool that cannot perform its function. You would do well to remember that yourself.”

“Ah~ I’m simply a tool. How delightful.”

Fucking Slaaneshiis, you think to yourself. You almost leave the room in search for Rikiar, only for him to rush back into the sitting room. He’s got several daggers in his arms, all of which look like a series of shark teeth bonded to a strip of metal.

“I hope this will suffice, Ember,” he says, offering them out.

You reach out, take one, and give it a few practice swings. It’s definitely not the fine, balanced weapon your scythes are, but it will do. “This will suffice. Now, where are we to brawl?”

“This way, if you please,” he motions for you to follow him. You do so, with Niazach trailing behind. He takes you outside and along the dim, grimy streets that make up this portion of the Underhive. You draw closer and closer to the Spire that supports the Hive above, eventually arriving at a chain link fence. Beyond it is a vast area that might have, at one time, been a landing strip. There you see perhaps fifty or so Fleshcutters waiting for you.

> [1] Give a speech first (Write in) (Fel)
> [2] Jump straight into the fray, blade at the ready (WS)
> [3] Approach the crowd, but let them come to you (Ag)
> [4] Write in

>>1316071
>[1] Give a speech first (Write in) (Fel)

Let them understand the purpose of this. This isn't a fight to the death. This is the new way of things.

>>1316071
>> [1] Give a speech first (Write in) (Fel)
I'll make this Short. I am a servant of Khorne, lord of war, conflict, honor and battle. You and your boss have done enough to get me interested in you. So since you make yourselves with scars, we're going to fight in remembrance of this day. Keep up.

>>1316071

> [1] Give a speech first (Write in) (Fel)
I'll just second whoever else's writein.
Then

> [2] Jump straight into the fray, blade at the ready (WS)

Seems we're going with [1]. I'll combine the write ins best I can. In the meantime, roll me a 1d100 vs a 27.

Hopefully Ember can talk good better than before.

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>1316131
flarf

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>1316131

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>1316131

>>1316135
>>1316143
>>1316144
Hey would you look at that. A 20!

Back in a bit.

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>1316147
I can get a 20 too. =[

>>1316071
You approach the gathered men and women, clearing your throat. Their hushed conversations die out as you get within range to shout to all of them.

“I’ll make this short,” you call. “I am a servant of Khorne, Lord of War, Conflict, and battle. And now, by extension, so are you. If you have any problems with that, I suggest you run away with your tails tucked now. Otherwise, I understand you mark this sort of occasion with scars. Rather than let you inflict such wounds yourself, I will personally see to it each of you is marked by my own hands. Know that this fight is not to the death. But you should treat it as such.”

I doubt any of you could even mark me if you tried, you silently add. You watch the crowd for a reaction. Most seem to be nodding in approval and obedience. Only a few faces seem hesitant, and even then those quickly vanish. Satisfied for the time being, you put one foot in front of the other and brandish your daggers.

“Come then,” you shout. “Receive the blessing of one of Khorne’s chosen!”

With a great roar, all fifty humans rush at you. As they get within striking distance, you…

> [1] Let their blades harmlessly bounce off your flesh and armor
> [2] Expertly slice their thighs, avoiding any major arteries
> [3] Carve a design into their abdomen (write in)
> [4] Write in

>>1316158
> [3] Carve a design into their abdomen (write in)
Mark of Khorne

>>1316158
>[1] Let their blades harmlessly bounce off your flesh and armor
> [3] Carve a design into their abdomen (write in)
A simplified mark of Khorne that avoids any dangerous areas.

>>1316158
>[2] Expertly slice their thighs, avoiding any major arteries

A good simple mark. Not THE MARK, but the first scar on the thigh shall be the Mark of Initiation. Those who wear it have joined our order. The next big step is earning THE MARK!

>>1316144
Khorne bless you, Anon.

>>1316150
Apparently not.

>>1316163
This

>>1316158
>Carve a design in their abdomen

Make...

>>1316158
For a group of humans, they easily adapt to mob combat. You’re quickly surrounded and beset by jagged weapons from all angles. They come at you in waves, using their numbers to their advantage. But you’re still too fast for them. You expertly weave around their swings, like a dancer performing a waltz. As you do, you begin to mark those within range. An X across the belly, bifurcated by a horizontal line and a thicker one at the base, serves as a crude Mark of Khorne. It’s nowhere near the real thing, but should suffice for the time being. When you finish carving a person’s flesh, you grab them by the skull and toss them away, sending them soaring above and behind the horde.

It takes you perhaps eight minutes, all said and done. By that time you’re surrounded by gasping, bleeding Fleshcutters, including Rikiar. All of them sport an abdominal wound, while some have additional ones from landing the wrong way on the concrete ground. They begin to slowly pick themselves up and shuffle away, offering you thanks.

“My my, that was splendid,” say Niazach from somewhere on your right. You turn to see she’s trying to help up Rikiar. “Excellent blade work, Ember. They’ll be sure to fester and scar with cuts like these.”

“Aye,” grunts Rikiar, waving off Niazach offered assistance as he clutches his stomach. “We’ll treat the wounds with a dye that will make them turn bright red all said and done. For the glory of Khorne, I suppose.”

You nod and let him walk past you, away from the Spire and back towards his hideout. Once you’re alone with Niazach, she asks, “So, now that you have little toy soldiers, how will we be bringing this Hive to its knees? And if I may be so bold to ask, my Mistress, how do you plan to remain here long enough to see it through?”

> [1] You’re not sure yet, on either account
> [2] Well first you’ll find a psyker’s soul to munch on
> [3] Ask if she has any idea how to go about maintaining your form here in the Materium
> [4] Ignore her
> [5] Write in

>>1316219
> [5] Write in
Those are good questions, but we don't give Niaz an answer. Instead, we just answer them internally.

Obviously we go find a psyker and eat them.
As for bringing the hive to its knees, it sort of already is.
I bet the only thing keeping it together is that the Trading ports and Shipping warehouses have too many guards for random hungry civilians to rush in.
Bit of violence should fix that.

>>1316219
You have answers to those questions, but none that you vocalize. First on your priority list is securing a psyker. Either you’ll eat their soul or force them to commit an unholy ritual to solidify your presence here. The only trouble is you’re not exactly sure how to go about the latter. In any event, you figure the Hive itself isn’t that far away from collapsing in on itself already. From what Rikiar’s told you, the main populace of the Hive belongs to one “work brotherhood” or another. They’re not much different from organized gangs, devoted solely towards making profit for their noble-born benefactors. They don’t have much time or coin to spend on luxury or rest and relaxation. All thanks to their oaths that bind them into almost-slavery. Humans may survive in such conditions, but they don’t live. Perhaps you can exploit that with a little more violence.

For the time being, though, you return to Rikiar’s hideout. You find him already applying a thick red paste that smells strongly of spoiled blood to his new-to-be scar. He grunts as you poke your head into his bedroom, a small room only furnished with a cot bed and small wooden dresser.

“So, Ember, what is our next course of action?” he asks.

> [1] Finding a psyker
> [2] Gathering up more allies in the Underhive
> [3] Getting more sects of the Fleshcutters serving Khorne
> [4] Write in

>>1316290
>> [3] Getting more sects of the Fleshcutters serving Khorne

>>1316290
> [2] Gathering up more allies in the Underhive
> [3] Getting more sects of the Fleshcutters serving Khorne

Basically, get the other Fleshcutters in to our way of thinking and tell them to bring their non pervy friends.

>>1316290
“We need to bring more Fleshcutters around to our line of thinking,” you say. “How soon could you have a meeting with another sect? Or perhaps an even larger group?”

He thinks about it for a moment, then replies, “I could call for a meeting of Blademasters. They’re a rank above me. Usually such meetings are held to discuss a change in territory, in relationship with another gang, or in leadership. Somehow I think this qualifies as all three.”

“Good. See to it then. I want this meeting held in eight hours time.”

“So soon? What’s the rush?”

You simply stare back at him and let the silence speak for you.

“Right… Well I’ve got messages to send then. If you’ll excuse me…”

He covers up, then brushes past you on the way out. Again alone, you debate what to do for the next eight hours. You could try finding a psyker on your own, but that could take some time. As loathe as you are to admit it, having another daemon along would speed things up. Otherwise, you can’t think to do much else but practice your forms with your scythes.

> [1] Go psyker hunting alone
> [2] Bring Niazach along to hunt for a psyker
> [3] Practice in the courtyard until it’s time for the meeting
> [4] Write in

>>1316354
>> [2] Bring Niazach along to hunt for a psyker

>>1316354
[2] Bring Niazach along to hunt for a psyker

Give her a collar and leash and use her like a bloodhound. She'll like it, but it may keep her distracted from doing other things.

>>1316354
> [2] Bring Niazach along to hunt for a psyker

[2] it is. As >>1316363 mentioned, collar and leash is an option.

> [1] No leash
> [2] Leash

>>1316379

> [2] Leash

>>1316379
Huzzah!

And damn my brain for this, but when I typed "bloodhound", I realized how perfect that name is for Khorne, and now Flesh Hounds sound like bloodhounds in my mind.

>>1316379
>> [1] No leash

>>1316354
If you’re going to do this thing, you’re going to do it right. You go to find Niazach, running across her in the sitting room drinking another blood liquor cocktail. Somehow she’s quite dexterous despite having claws for hands.

“Ah, Mistress,” she says with a reverent bow of her head. “Welcome back. Shall I fetch you a drink?”

“No,” you reply sternly. “You and I are going to go hunt for a psyker.”

She sets her drink aside, eyes twinkling. “Ooo! And what will we be doing once we find them? Flaying them alive? Forcing them to summon more daemons here? Eating their soul?”

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out. Now, come here.”

Niazach eagerly springs up and hops to your side. You summon forth a scythe and use its chain to fashion a makeshift collar and leash for her much like you did for Dheulos. All it’ll take is a strong tug in either direction to cause the sharp end of the scythe to dig into Niazach’s neck. As you might expect, this goes over well with her.

“Such a stimulating collar~ My Mistress is kind.”

“Shut up. I can’t have you running off or focusing on something other than finding me a psyker. This isn’t whatever perverted bullshit you’re thinking it is.”

A soft “ahn~” escapes Niazach’s mouth as she tests just how far she can pull before her purple blood is drawn. You growl and lead the two of you outside. You start your search…

> All choices will require a WP test
> [1] Around this layer of the Underhive
> [2] Deeper into the Dark
> [3] Higher up in the Hive
> [4] Write in

>>1316418
> [3] Higher up in the Hive

>>1316418
>> [3] Higher up in the Hive

>>1316418
>[2] Deeper into the Dark

They've gone there to hide.

Rolled 51 (1d100)

Seems we're going with [3].

Roll me a 1d100 vs 41. Don't worry about this roll I'm doing myself.

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>1316447

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>1316447

For KHORNE!

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>1316447

>>1316418

>>1316460
>>1316465
>>1316491

As expansive as this part of the Underhive may be, you feel you might have better luck farther up in the Hive. Or, at the very least, you might find some fun in terrorizing the local Sanctionaries. They’re like Adeptus Arbites, except somehow more uncompromising and anal about making sure oaths are followed. Their reach is variable. In some places the line between the Underhive and Desoleum City depends largely on how far the Sanctionaries patrol. Or so you’ve been told by Rikiar.

You lead Niazach on, heading back into the tunnels that led you here in the first place and seeking a way up. A few times you have to stop and get your bearings, but for the most part you find your path with minimal assistance. Along the way, you cast out your mind and search for any psykers. Like candles burning alone in the dark, pinpointing them for you is mostly a matter of being close enough to sense them. You have Niazach do the same. By the time you reach the true ground level of the Hive, you think you’ve sensed two psykers.

“Do you feel them?” you ask Niazach, stopping on a staircase that leads up out of the tunnels like a subway station.

“I smell several psykers, Mistress. One is currently resting a few levels above us. Another is patrolling with a group of Sanctionaries. A third is currently trying to con his way past a guard outpost. Which in particular shall we hunt?”

> [1] The sleeping one
> [2] The patrolling one
> [3] The one using his powers to mess with minds
> [4] Doesn’t matter to you

>>1316495
> [3] The one using his powers to mess with minds

>>1316495
>[3] The one using his powers to mess with minds

>>1316495
> [3] The one using his powers to mess with minds

>>1316495
Although you yourself didn’t sense the psyker trying to weasel his way past a guard outpost, you decide that they shall be your prey. “The third,” you say to Niazach, tugging on her chain to pull her up the steps and out into the open. “Consider this a test. Lead the way and I shall reward you. Fail and… well, I need not say it.”

“Both sound absolutely divine, Mistress~ Come, they are this way!”

You have to practically run after her to prevent her from ripping off her own head. The roads are in severe disrepair, but at least the air is less stale and the light more abundant. There’s not much in the way of traffic here. You pass by a few homeless bums in an alleyway and duck off to the side of the road when a van goes by. Otherwise your jog takes you right up to a massive plasteel wall several stories tall without issue.

“This way,” calls Niazach as she darts towards an alleyway. You follow her and nearly slam into her back. “Careful, they are just ahead.”

The pair of you poke your head out of the other side of the alleyway to see a break in the barricade. There are two raised platforms on either side of a gate that could easily accommodate a Rhino. Both on the ground and on the platforms are several Sanctionaries, identified by their red armored outfits. A group has formed around a man that looks like someone who might be at home in a pleasure den.

“What shall we do, Mistress?”

> [1] Full frontal assault
> [2] Try to lure the psyker away
> [3] Send her out as a distraction, then steal the psyker in the confusion
> [4] Write in

>>1316544
>> [3] Send her out as a distraction, then steal the psyker in the confusion

Gunna take a 15-30 minute break to scarf some dinner down. Feel free to keep voting in the meantime.

>>1316544
>[2] Try to lure the psyker away

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Seems we have a tie between [2] and [3]. Flipping a coin.

1 = [2]
2 = [3]

>>1316544
You point along the wall that seems to segregate this section of the Underhive from the Main Hive. “You’re going to run out and be a distraction. Meanwhile I’ll snatch up that psyker in the confusion. We’ll meet back up at the tunnel we just crawled out of.”

“Of course, Mistress~ Do I have your permission to, ahem, take some skulls?”

“I don’t care what you do so long as it causes a commotion and doesn’t harm the psyker.”

“Wonderful! But you’ll need to take this off me first.”

You roll your eyes and dismiss your scythe back into the Warp. Now unchained, Niazach hops from foot to foot a couple times before darting out into the open. As she runs, she lets out a siren call that seems to echo with the howls of multiple daemons. It causes pretty much everyone at the wall, save a few Sanctionaries and the psyker, to clasp their ears and freeze on the spot. The unaffected Sancitonaries produce shock batons and stub revolvers, while the rag-dressed psyker bolts in the opposite direction.

“Yes! Yes! Shock me with your sticks!” cries Niazach as she practically flies into their blows. You let out a snort of disgust.

You watch the psyker run along the wall for a bit, then dart out of hiding towards him. He takes one fearful look back at you when he hears your footfalls. His eyes go wide, and he begins to try and siphon energy from the Immaterium for some sort of psychic power.

> [1] Leap at him (Ag)
> [2] Stop him dead with your Scythes (WS)
> [3] Let him try. You’re a daemon of Khorne. Psychic shenanigans don’t bother you (WP)
> [4] Write in

>>1316658
> [4] choke up so he won't scream
> [4] steal the power of the warp that the psyker is channeling and use it to empower yourself.

>>1316658
> [4] Write in
Costanza.jpg at him with our best >implying face.

Seems we're going with some write ins that are basically [3].

1d100 vs 41 please.

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>1316716

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>1316716

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>1316716

>>1316734
>>1316741
>>1316792
Survey says nope. Something happens. Back in a bit!

>>1316658
You come to a stop about ten meters away from the psyker as he halts as well. He continues to channel energy into his hands, forming a golden ball of psychic energy. Sweat beads down his face, as if the exertion is taking all of his concentration. You’re a daemon of Khorne though - specifically designed to resist and combat sorcery such as this. So you cross your arms and give him your best smirk.

“Really? A psychic bolt? You think that will do anyth-”

Your words are cut short as the psyker hurls the golden energy in your direction. It washes over you harmlessly. Or so you think. You immediately try to taunt him, only for a sudden pain to wrack your body. It’s as if every fiber of your being is being ripped back into the Warp. It really hurts (-4 wounds). Somehow you manage to stay together and fight through the pain.

It seems this psyker’s got a bit more fight in him than the one who originally brought you here. And he’s skilled in Sanctic Daemonology. Not good news for you, being a daemon. You’d normally expect such discipline from a Grey Knight. For a random psyker to possess such knowledge… Something is wrong here. Very wrong indeed.

> [1] Time for your scythes (WS)
> [2] Keep your distance, taunting him all the while
> [3] Leap at him the next time he tries to concentrate (Ag)
> [4] Write in

>>1316823
> [3] Leap at him the next time he tries to concentrate (Ag)
> [4] CHEATER

>>1316823
>[3] Leap at him the next time he tries to concentrate (Ag)
In b4 he's Draigo.

>>1316823
>> [3] Leap at him the next time he tries to concentrate (Ag)

>>1316823
>> [3] Leap at him the next time he tries to concentrate (Ag)

[3] it is.

1d100 vs 45 please.

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>1316858

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>1316858

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>1316858

>>1316866
>>1316868
>>1316871
RNGesus really doesn't want Ember to succeed right now. Poor Ember. Back in a bit!

>>1316823
There isn’t time for you to dwell on why this psyker’s skilled in the anti-daemon arts. You only just right yourself in time to see your quarry begin channeling once more. You can’t afford for him to get off another banishing blast. So you dig your talons into the concrete, steel your muscles, then leap at him in one powerful extension.

Mid-air, you realize all too late that he’s readying himself for your attack. Instead of grasping his neck with your claws, you instead find yourself flung over his back and tumbling like a ball. If you weren’t pissed off before you certainly are now. No mere mortal like him should be giving you this much trouble. Either you’re much weaker than your worst fears, or this psyker is someone important. You pray it’s the latter. Because if that’s not the case, you’ll never be able to reach Her level.

“What are you?” you spit in his direction as you right yourself and lower into a crouch.

The psyker tears off his rags to reveal a bright white robe with red trimming. They shimmer in the twilight, as if spun from illuminated threads. He puffs out his chest, proudly exclaiming, “I am Asbad, acolyte of the most holy Inquisition. You have met your match, foul daemon.”

Well fuck you too, you think at him.

> [1] Scythes? Scythes. (WS)
> [2] Call for Niazach’s aid (Fel)
> [3] Taunt Asbad into using more of his power. Maybe he’ll fuck up (WP)
> [4] Write in

>>1316899
> [3] Taunt Asbad into using more of his power. Maybe he’ll fuck up (WP)

>>1316899
>> [1] Scythes? Scythes. (WS)

>>1316899
>> [1] Scythes? Scythes. (WS)

[1] it is. 1d100 vs 55 please. Might I suggest offering up prayers to RNGesus and/or Khorne.

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>1316929
loli liek khorme

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>1316929
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>1316929
Ember in charge of rolling

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>>1316931
>>1316932
>>1316935
Yeah that wasn't close at all. Back in a bit!

>>1316935
Finally! We did not deserve a decent roll like this, seriously, how are we not dead again...

>>1316899
As far as you’re concerned, this guy’s earned the privilege of being torn a new one with your scythes. Even if you don’t get the chance to eat his soul, you’re at least going to make sure his mangled corpse is left as a warning to any who would stand against you. Plus his skull should make a worthy addition to the Skull Throne. So out come your scythes. They swirl into existence in your hands, ready to be hurled in Asbad’s direction.

“Met my match? Was that supposed to scare me?” you taunt him, preparing to strike. “No no no. I’ve fought gangers worse than you.”

“Empty words from an empty sou-”

You cut his words off by sending your scythes flying towards his arms. He deftly leans back, and one scythe soars harmlessly over him. The other embeds itself in the meaty part of his left arm, hooking around the bone. Asbad lets out a cry of alarm, loses his balance, and falls to the ground. He takes one look at his ensnared arm, then at you.

“This is nothing!” he claims. “The God-Emperor protects his faithful. You shall not be able to lay another finger upon me!”

Then he begins to chant litanies in high gothic in a voice that is not his own. It is a much more powerful voice, one that causes even you to cringe slightly. It’s definitely something you want to stop here and now before it gets worse.

> [1] Rip the hooked arm off (WP, S)
> [2] See if you can’t get the other scythe hooked somewhere (WP, WS)
> [3] Close the gap and silence him by grabbing his throat (WP, Ag)
> [4] Write in

>>1316959
> [3] Close the gap and silence him by grabbing his throat (WP, Ag)

>>1316959
> [2] See if you can’t get the other scythe hooked somewhere (WP, WS)

>>1316959
>> [3] Close the gap and silence him by grabbing his throat (WP, Ag)

I think we're going with [3]

2d100 vs a 41 and a 45

Rolled 95, 59 = 154 (2d100)

>>1316979
time for some more adorable suffering for Ember

Rolled 13, 79 = 92 (2d100)

>>1316979
Why do we even try?

>>1316982
suddenly I just want Ember to be cuddled by Sempai.

Rolled 99, 44 = 143 (2d100)

>>1316979
Pls a good roll

>>1316981
>>1316982
>>1316984
A 13 and a 44. Both passes! Back in a bit.

>>1316959
You have to consciously fight against the waves of energy that seem to emanate from Asbad’s mouth. It’s a struggle to approach him, but somehow you manage to put one foot in front of the other. Your only aid comes from the retracting chain of your scythe. It pulls the two of you closer, until finally you’re within grabbing range. Asbad tries to squirm out of the way (and nearly does), but the scythe in his arm prevents him from getting far. You eagerly grab his throat and squeeze, silencing the flow of holy words.

“Be. Quiet.” you snarl at him. He replies by trying to kick you repeatedly. You barely even feel the impact of his boots against your skin. “But by all means, keep fighting. It makes killing you all the more rewarding.”

“Y-You will never… never…” he gasps.

“Never what, worm?”

“There are others. They will… come.”

“If they’re as pathetic as you are, I’ll be able to best them without so much as lifting a claw. Now, as for you…”

> [1] Dinner time (Eat his soul)
> [2] Pop his head off of his neck
> [3] Keep him alive, for now
> [4] Write in

>>1316989
> [1] Dinner time (Eat his soul)

>>1316989
>Dinner time (Eat his soul)

>>1316989
>> [1] Dinner time (Eat his soul)
As much as I'd love to keep him alive and make him fall to chaos. It just isn't Khorne's way to let Psychers be around.

[1] it is. Back in a bit!

>>1316989
“...know that your soul will sustain me in this realm. It will be your soul that shall allow me to see this Hive burn. Your soul that will let me tear apart everything you once held dear. Know that, and feel despair.”

“N-Never!”

“Hmph, still a bit of spirit in you then. Good. I like my meals still squirming.”

You begin to rip Asbad’s very essence from his body. Like with the psyker a day ago, the process starts with his body beginning to take on an ethereal glow. Said glow then coalesces and begins flowing into your hand that’s on his throat. You not only feel the power of his soul enter you, but also memories. Unknown faces and places flash before you momentarily. You suddenly are very much aware of what Asbad’s purpose was.

Apparently, Asbad was a part of an acolyte cell sent here by an “Inquisitor Ervig” to investigate problems with the world’s tithe. They had tracked several leads here in Hive Desoleum, most notably one surrounding the Shattered Foundry and another about the Ignaius Arms plant. The rest of Asbad’s cell are Tech Priests of some manner or fashion. He was their only connection to the Immaterium, and thus the only real threat to you and your plans for the time being.

Asbad dissolves as the life force is literally sucked out of his body. When you’re finished feasting, there’s only a pile of bone dust and ash left of him. You feel much more connected to this realm now. You’re not 100% sure, but you think he might have had a strong enough soul to sustain you for several months.

With that out of the way, you need to go collect Niazach. You retrace your steps, arriving once more at the vaulted gates separating this part of the Underhive from the Main Hive. There you find Niazach still engaged in combat with several Sanctionaries. Though perhaps combat is the wrong word. She’s deliberately letting herself be struck by their shock batons and bullets. Each impact elicits a moan of delight from the daemonette.

> [1] Yeah no. You’re not touching this one. Back to the rendezvous point to wait.
> [2] Get physically involved
> [3] Order her to stop being such a fucking M
> [4] Write in

>>1317017
> [2] Get physically involved
She'll probably enjoy getting physically yanked back more.

>>1317017
>[4] Stare disapprovingly at her. Act like a disappointed mom. "YOU'RE GETTING A TIME OUT WHEN THIS IS OVER."

>>1317017
>>[4] Stare disapprovingly at her. Act like a disappointed mom. "YOU'RE GETTING A TIME OUT WHEN THIS IS OVER."

I guess [4] has it. Back in a bit.

>>1317017
> [1] Yeah no. You’re not touching this one. Back to the rendezvous point to wait.

All right. So:
The Fleshcutters are our minions now
They're gonna contact their higher-ups to expand our power.
The Shattered Foundry and Ignaius Arms plants are embezzling funds, might be worth getting them on our side.
(Not necessarily conquering them. So long as they aren't loyal to the Imperium, they're willing to sell our dudes weapons, and they will give us a cut of any profits they get as a result of our actions, it's fine)

>>1317017
Also, question:
We currently have 11/20 Wounds.
How do we fix this and restore Wounds?
Is it just a matter of waiting over time?

>>1317043
It's pretty much a matter of waiting for your daemonic regeneration to kick in. You haven't had much down time before now.

>>1317017
As much as you hate to get involved in this, you need to make a point. Otherwise Niazach will keep doing stupid shit like this whenever she’s not within eyesight. So you cross your arms and tap your foot, waiting for her to notice your disapproving stare. Behind you, your tail flicks side to side in agitation.

“AHEM” you finally cough after five minutes. The Sanctionaries stop wailing on Niazach to look at you. One of them bellows and beams a shock baton right at your face. It smacks you squarely on the nose, falling to the ground with a metal clang. “Good. Now that I have your attention: Niazach.”

“Yes, Mistress?” she gasps, using one of her claws to grasp a Sanctionary’s wrist and bring their shock baton closer to her skin.

“What did I say about doing disturbing Slaaneshii crap?”

“Oh I know. But I couldn’t help but indulge a little~ These mortals are fun to play with. Oo! Can we keep one? I’d love to keep one around to-”

“No. Now quit playing with your food. Either kill them or come along. Stop wasting my time.”

With that, you turn and begin walking back towards the tunnel entrance. You hear the sound of the Sanctionaries being force fed their own hearts from behind you. Moments later, Niazach falls in line behind you.

“I am sorry, my Mistress. You’ll have to punish me~”

You don’t have to look to know she’s probably drooling. But instead of giving her something to latch onto, you remain silent the entire way back to Rikiar’s part of the Underhive. By then, Niazach has cooled down and (thankfully) shut up.

You find Rikiar pretty much where you left him. He’s hastily preparing for the meeting of Blademasters, sending runners all over the Underhive to make sure everything is in place. He barely acknowledges you when you walk inside his hideout. It seems you still have some time to kill.

> [1] Wait patiently
> [2] Take the time to lecture Niazach
> [3] Pick Niazach’s brain on (write in subject here)
> [4] Write in

That'll be my last post for the night. We'll pick up again around 5-6pm EST. I'll tweet as well. Feel free to vote and plan in the meantime.

>>1317050
> [2] Take the time to lecture Niazach

Dude you know you can have excess in other stuff than being a faggot right.
An excess of drugs, an excess of noise, an excess of ludos electronica (video games), an excess of food, an excess of puns and jokes, an excess of mining ore.
Fuck it, name anything people have or do, and you can have or do an excess of it.

>>1317050
> [3] Pick Niazach’s brain on the inquisition being on the planet.

>>1317056
doesn't Slaanesh also represent Perfectionism to the extreme?

>>1317061
Yes. There's all sorts of tales of artists and the like going mad and turning to Slaanesh in their quest to create the perfect work of art.

>>1317050
>[3] Pick Niazach’s brain on the inquisition being on the planet.

Man, we have got to start interacting with Niazach if we want to bring her along, it's like y'all have a gold mine of interactions in your pocket that you never use.

>>1317061
Reminder that Slaanesh was birthed because Eldar hedonism grew so great that during a big major blood orgy they ripped a hole in reality and created it.

>>1317074
I'm not a fan of the character so far, too submissive to be fun.

>>1317211
Personally I don't like her and I'd rather have killed her in combat.

>>1317287
I can not like characters and still think they're good characters, but Niazach presents nothing for the quest when it comes to interactions. So far, Ember's been ignoring her at every opportunity, and she gets no input or agency on anything we do. She's just a bad character we don't need.

Now, a Slaaneshi with an actual bite to them who bickers with our approach to things and has a goal? That could be interesting. subslut is trash

>>1317306
Hell, we weren't even allowed do put a ball-gag on her, so we're limited in interactions from our end as well. Maybe ELH has a problem with writing Slaaneshis in his quests in general as opposed to preference? Returning to the ban wouldn't be so bad if he can't write them well.

>>1317050
>[3] Pick Niazach’s brain on the inquisition being on the planet.

Personally I like the character, we just need to give her a chance to prove her worth to us and actually interact with her before people jump on the hatewagon. Give ELH a chance to let her grow and see what comes of her

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>>1317306
That's a problem with the anons and not the QM, we should vote for tsundere shenanigans. Ember ignoring the slanneshi is also in character, but pic related we seem to have gone past the point of no return in even allying with a slanneshi demon, so we might as well go balls deep and gain a few nervous ticks along the way

Kornette metabullying yay

>>1317050
You know, you haven’t really had a full conversation with Niazach. Granted, she’s made that difficult with the way she’s been acting, but hey. If you’re going to keep her around you might as well try. Right?

“Niazach,” you say as the two of you return to the sitting room. It seems as if this cushy space has become your unofficial base of operations. “What would you think if I said there were agents of the Inquisition here in Hive Desoleum?”

“Well, Mistress, I think that means that there’s a chance for me to finally get a beating that I deser-”

You growl warningly at her. “Knock it off. I’m trying to be serious here.”

The effect of your words is quite surprising. Niazach straightens up into a perfect sitting posture, and her voice loses its sing-song quality. “Of course, Ember.”

“Wait a second. You mean all I had to do to stop you for good was tell you to be serious?”

“Of course! I was testing to see how far I could stretch that Khornate temper of yours.”

The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them. “Seems excessive.”

“I’m glad you noticed! But, hm. Inquisition eh? I take it this has to do with that psyker.”

You relax just a little. It’s nice not having to be on edge around her, though you doubt that will last long. “Indeed. In devouring his soul, I also gained some of his memories. He’s here at the behest of an Inquisitor called Ervig to investigate the world’s tithe. Apparently his group found something interesting concerning the Shattered Foundry and the Ignacius Arms plant.”

Niazach rubs her chin in thought with a claw. “I can’t say any of those rings a bell. But if there are other acolytes around, we must be cautious. They may be able to call in reinforcements if not handled properly.” She looks at you and smiles. “Meaning, that until we kill them, full frontal assaults on high-traffic places are out of the question.”

That makes a lot of sense. Almost too much sense coming from her. Yet you can’t really find fault with it. Fucking Slaaneshiis. “Perhaps one of Rikiar’s men can tell us more about the foundry and the plant.”

“Allow me.” She rises from her seat and steals into the hallway. Moments later, she returns with a very nervous looking woman in an outfit that shows off the abdominal scar you gave her earlier. “Now then,” Niazach says to the woman. “Tell us about the Shattered Foundry and Ignacius Arms.”

> cont

>>1318082
“Well um… The Foundry has been closed for almost two decades. Apparently because there were too many deadly accidents. There’s all sorts of grim legends surrounding it. Most people avoid it like the plague.” She pauses, gulping, then continues, “Ignacius Arms is one of Desoleum’s chief exporters. They manufacture focusing lenses for las weapons. They’re all about the quality of their product. Some wonder how they manage to maintain such quality time and time again.”

Niazach gently rubs one of the woman’s arm with a claw. “That’s very helpful, thank you. Now run along, little mortal~”

The woman doesn’t have to be told twice. She nearly sprints from the room to be away from you two daemons.

“Well, does that connect the dots any?” asks Niazach.

> [1] Some, yes
> [2] Nope, you still have no clue what the Inquisition’s up to
> [3] Take a moment to grill Niazach further since she’s not being annoying
> [4] Write in

>>1318087
>> [1] Some, yes
> [3] Take a moment to grill Niazach further since she’s not being annoying

>>1318087
>> [1] Some, yes

>>1318087
> [1] Some, yes
> [4] But not enough for my liking. Weren't there some hereteks down here as well? We should interrogate some of them on those accidents.

>>1318087
“Some, yes,” you admit. “If these acolytes were looking into the tithe, then it makes sense that they’d check in on Ignacius Arms. These humans do love their las weapons, as pathetic as they are. I doubt we’ll find anything of use there. But this Shattered Foundry does raise a few questions. Were they simply trying to determine if it was safe to reopen? Or was something more sinister at play?”

“I hope it’s the latter,” Niazach says. “Far more interesting that way.”

“Didn’t Rikiar mention there were some hereteks down here? Perhaps they might know something more.”

“I don’t think I was yet freed from my soulcage at that point. But they sound like a good venue to investigate.”

“Then I suppose we have several somethings to do next time we venture out.” You look around for a clock to check the time, finding one above the threshold. You’ve got another hour to kill before the meeting with the Blademasters. So you…

> [1] Remain silent in meditation
> [2] Discuss battle tactics with Niazach
> [3] Go outside to practice your forms
> [4] Write in

>>1318199
> [3] Go outside to practice your forms

>>1318199
>> [3] Go outside to practice your forms

>>1318199
> [3] Go outside to practice your forms

>>1318199
>> [3] Go outside to practice your forms

>>1318199
You’re not one to sit idle if you can help it. There’s nothing to be gained by doing nothing. So you rise from your chair and start to head outside.

“Where are you going?” asks Niazach.

“To practice,” you reply. “Stay here if you wish. Doesn’t matter to me.”

“Oh. No I think I’ll join you. It’s been far too long since I last stretched my muscles.”

“Fine, just stay out of the way.”

“Of course.”

The two of you walk out into the courtyard before the hideout. You each take up equidistant spots away from one another, then begin moving through different forms. Your movements are slower and more deliberate, valuing precise application of strength and proper weight distribution. Niazach’s movements are almost a frenzy. They favor speed and accuracy. Quantity over quality. You suppose that makes sense for a Slaaneshii. They may be faster than your average Khornate, but their blows aren’t nearly as effective.

After a while, you notice a small gathering of about five men and women watching from the edge of the courtyard. They seem to be trying to mimic your actions best they can. You doubt it’ll do them any good, but you do slow down just a bit to make it easier on them.

It turns out the mortals are quick learners. By the time the Blademaster meeting rolls around, you’ve practically got a full class going. You walk among the rows of Fleshcutters, correcting their stance and movements. Rikiar appears at the door to the hideout, calling, “It’s time, Ember.”

“Right.” Then to the group at large, “Dismissed.”

They disperse almost as quickly as they appeared. Niazach seems content to continue flailing about. So you walk over to Rikiar and allow him to lead you down into a basement. The walls are made of concrete, bare of any decorations. In the center of the area is a large wooden conference table. Four human males, all more scarred than Rikiar is, are seated at regular intervals around it. The only illumination is a single glow globe right above the middle of the table. The Blademasters all watch you approach, waiting for you or Rikiar to speak first.

> [1] Introduce yourself as their salvation (Fel)
> [2] You are Ember, and you have a proposition for them
> [3] Let Rikiar handle introductions
> [4] Write in

>>1318082
>>1318087
>being served humble pie this hard
whoa nanny

>>1318265
> [3] Let Rikiar handle introductions
I want to observe first.

>>1318265
>> [3] Let Rikiar handle introductions

>>1318265
You silently look to Rikiar and nod. He takes the cue to begin introducing everyone. “Everyone, this,” he motions at you. “Is Ember. Ember, this is Blademasters Arius, Respa, Osuin, and Thela.” Each Blademaster nods their head as they’re named. Arius is taller than the rest, and a bit more lanky for it. Respa and Osuin are built like weight lifters. Thela is short and stocky. All of them have very short crew cuts of varying colors.

“So, Ember,” says Respa. “What do you have to say that’s important enough to gather us all here?”

“It’d better be good,” adds Thela. “I had to cancel my weekly massage for this.”

“Like you need a message, Thela,” replies Osuin. “We all know you’re just in it for the happy ending.”

Arius cuts across all of them. “Enough. Speak, Ember. Tell us why we should listen to you.”

> [1] Because I’m a bloody daemon, that’s why (Fel)
> [2] Because I’m going to help you take down this Hive
> [3] Because none of you are strong enough to oppose me
> [4] Write in

>>1318316
> [2] Because I’m going to help you take down this Hive
and
> [3] Because none of you are strong enough to oppose me

>>1318316
>3
Might makes right

>>1318316
> [2] Because I’m going to help you take down this Hive

>>1318316
“Because I’m going to help you take down this Hive,” you respond levely. Then, after a short pause, you add, “And because none of you are strong enough to oppose me.”

“Hah!” shouts Thela. “A mutie that thinks she’s better than us? I hardly think so.”

Osuin raps Thela on the chest to get him to stop. “She’s no ordinary mutant. I’ve seen some sick and twisted mutants before, but none that ever hurt just looking at them.”

“She’s a daemon,” Rikiar says. “Not a mutant. Supposedly from a realm beyond on our own.”

Arius looks as if he’s seeing you for the first time. He carefully drinks up every inch of you, then posits, “A daemon? I’ve heard whisperings of such things before, but I’ve never so much as seen a picture of one until today. I suppose that would make sense, given how you tamed Rikiar’s sect and brought down Lioba’s.”

Thela doesn’t seem to be buying it. “I don’t care what she is. Unless I’ve been marked by her, I will not blindly listen to the ramblings of an unproven warrior.”

> [1] Backhand him so hard he falls unconscious
> [2] Fine. Let’s take it outside
> [3] Summon your scythes and quickly tear a gash across his chest
> [4] Insult him (Fel)
> [5] Write in

>>1318416
>2
Don't want people around questioning our authority

>>1318416
hesitating between [2] and [3]. I think I'll go with
> [2] Fine. Let’s take it outside

>>1318316
>[2] Because I’m going to help you take down this Hive
> [3] Because none of you are strong enough to oppose me

>>1318416
>[2] Fine. Let’s take it outside

>>1318416
>> [2] Fine. Let’s take it outside

>>1318416
“Fine. Let’s take it outside.”

“Hmph, this should be quick. Come along, lads, I’ll show you that this thing isn’t anything special.”

The six of you leave the basement behind and proceed into the courtyard. Niazach’s missing, but you’re sure she’ll turn up again in due time. Thela and you take up opposite ends of the space, facing one another. He bows mockingly, then produces a short chain knife that he must have had strapped to his leg. He depresses the trigger, causing the knife to rev and the motorized biting teeth to move.

“You first, ‘daemon,’” he says.

> [1] Make him come to you
> [2] Open up with overwhelming force
> [3] Show him just how weak he is by using only your claws and your tail
> [4] Invite the other Blademasters to join you. 4 on 1 would only be fair.
> [5] Write in

>>1318472
>> [2] Open up with overwhelming force

>>1318472
> [4] Invite the other Blademasters to join you. 4 on 1 would only be fair.
Leave them all scarred.

>>1318472
> [4] Invite the other Blademasters to join you. 4 on 1 would only be fair.
Establish Dominance

>>1318472
>> [4] Invite the other Blademasters to join you. 4 on 1 would only be fair.

>>1318498
Fuck you motherfucker

>>1318494
And you faggot

>>1318472
>[4] Invite the other Blademasters to join you. 4 on 1 would only be fair.

We will rise to the top

>>1318508
You will rise to my dick and suck it

>>1318502
>>1318505
What's your problem?

>>1318510
>>1318434
You hesitated and it pissed me off

>>1318518
So you're pissy for no reason. Got it.

>>1318472
You wag a finger at him. “Ah. But that would hardly be fair. Come, you three.” You point at Osuin, Arius, and Respa. “Join your fellow Blademaster. Come at me with all your strength. Or are you too afraid of being humbled where all can see?”

“Hardly,” says Osuin as he and Respa step forward to join Thela. Arius follows suit after a moment of hesitation. “But somehow I doubt you’ll be able to handle the four of us at once.”

The other three Blademasters draw their own chain knives and take up a fighting posture. Then, without so much as sharing a word, all four of them rush at you as a group. In response you…

> [1] Dodge all of their attacks (Ag)
> [2] Let the blades harmlessly hit you (T)
> [3] Parry all of their blows (WS)
> [4] Scar all of them in a similar manner from earlier today (WS)
> [5] Write in

>>1318526
>> [4] Scar all of them in a similar manner from earlier today (WS)

>>1318526
> [4] Scar all of them in a similar manner from earlier today (WS)

>>1318529
oooo

>>1318526
>> [4] Scar all of them in a similar manner from earlier today (WS)

[4] it is.

4d100 all vs a 55. One for each of the Blademasters.

Rolled 60, 35, 34, 89 = 218 (4d100)

>>1318580
Lets see how lucky I am today

Rolled 74, 73, 32, 53 = 232 (4d100)

>>1318580

Rolled 43, 83, 37, 99 = 262 (4d100)

>>1318580

Rolled 31, 3, 5, 63 = 102 (4d100)

>>1318580

>>1318583
>>1318588
>>1318594
A 31, a 3, a 5, and a 53. All passes! Back in a bit!

>>1318595
Umm missed one ELH

>>1318607
...So I did.

The actual count should be 43, 35, 32, and 53. So still passes.

>>1318607
That one didn't set the lowest result for any roll.

>>1318087
>"They manufacture focusing lenses for las weapons."
>“Well, does that connect the dots any?” asks Niazach.
these goddamn stealth puns

>>1318526
You let the four Blademasters close the gap before starting to move yourself. Osuin reaches you first. He attempts a lateral slash at nipple-level, whirling on the spot. You easily avoid the blow, leaning back just enough that the teeth of his chain knife passes mere millimeters from your skin. As his hand moves past you, you lash downwards with your arm at his wrist. Either he wasn’t expecting you to retaliate so quickly, or he has absolutely abysmal grip on his weapon. The chain knife is knocked out of his hand and begins tumbling to the ground. You snatch it mid-air, then, with a series of quick flicks, carve a crude symbol of Khorne into his vulnerable flesh. Afterwards you slap him away, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Respa and Thela are up next. They opt for two vertical overhead strikes aimed at your arms. Rather than dodge out of the way, you reach up and grab onto the blades. The chain teeth grind to a halt almost immediately against your skin, despite Respa and Thela gunning the small motor in the knives. Again you rip the weapons out of their grasp and turn them into your instruments of wounding. It only takes you four swipes to carve the Mark on Respa, and another four for Thela. Once that’s done you swipe with your tail, tripping them up and sending them falling back onto their asses.

That just leaves Arius. He’s far more wary than the others. Rather than attack you straight out, he tries a series of feints. You see through all of them, already preparing for the actual blow that follows them. He lasts much longer than the others, but still not very long in the grand scheme of things. Rather than take his knife from him, you use your brass-hardened tail as your tool. It lashes out from behind you, whipping his flesh and opening up a semi-deep wound in his stomach.

“I trust that settles that?” you ask the panting Blademasters. “Or do I need to beat further sense into you?”

They all look at one another, then at Arius. You’re starting to gather that maybe Arius is the most senior of them. He shakes his head and heaves himself back to his feet. “No, no. I think that will do. Come along gents, best we hear her out.”

You all head back inside, where Rikiar hands out basins filled with the same red stuff he himself used on his mark earlier today. As the Blademasters pack their wounds, you start by saying…

> All options require a fairly easy Fel test (+20)
> [1] You serve Khorne now
> [2] How badly do you want to topple the Hive?
> [3] You expect obedience from all of them, or else
> [4] Write in

>>1318649
> [1] You serve Khorne now

>>1318649
> [1] You serve Khorne now
> [3] You expect obedience from all of them, or else

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>1318649
>You serve Khorne now
> How badly do you want to topple the Hive?

>>1318649
Like a manager trying to make a point to his subordinates, you place both hands on the conference table and lean in. “Let me make one thing clear: You serve Khorne now. Everything you do shall be done in His name.”

“And just who is this ‘Khorne?’” asks Thela disgruntledly.

You glare daggers at him until he looks away. Rikiar pipes up from his spot along the back wall, “He’s a god of Chaos, supposedly. All about honor, blood, and battle. Honestly from what she’s told me, it’s not much different from what we do now.”

“Bah. Being a ganger is one thing. But openly worshipping someone other than the God Emperor? We’ll have the entire ecclesiarchy come down on our heads.”

“It sounds like someone’s a coward,” you growl at Thela. “If you don’t have the stomach for this, then run away now. Otherwise, shut up and do as you’re told.”

Thankfully he does so. Arius breaks the following silence to ask, “So, we’re cultists now? I guess it was inevitable. The Fleshcutters have always been known as the most violent of the gangs here. Only a matter of time before we started dabbling in the matters of Chaos.”

You look to him. “You know of Chaos then?”

He nods. “Only a little. We usually stomp out such cults as they draw the attention of the Inquisition. Last thing we need to do is give them an excuse to try and purge the Underhive.”

“It’d only come back twice as strong,” adds Respa. “You can’t erase something like the Underhive.”

“Still, to think that now we’re the cultists… It’s a lot to take in.”

“True,” you say. “But worry not. I can easily handle whatever is thrown in our path.”

“Alright then,” says Arius. “What’s our first move?”

> [1] Securing the Shattered Foundry
> [2] Uniting the Underhive under one banner
> [3] Seeing that every Fleshcutter receives a mark
> [4] Write in

>>1318737
> [1] Securing the Shattered Foundry

>>1318737
>> [1] Securing the Shattered Foundry

>>1318737
> [1] Securing the Shattered Foundry

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Something's come up, so I'll have to duck out now as opposed to at 10pm. I'll be back around 2am or 6 hours from now. Feel free to vote and plan strategy for taking over the Foundry.

In the meantime, here's a WIP of Niazach.

>>1318737
>[1] Securing the Shattered Foundry

>>1318772
In the words of Clara Peller, "Where's the bulge?"

>>1318947
Might be a straight female. Or just have it retract.

>>1318947
tucking is a miracle.

We could use those cults. Also beware of the Redemptionists.

Does Khorne care if the blood flows in his name or just in general?

>>1318772
aww.... I wanted the slaaneshi to be a fuccboi.

Sorry for disappearing last night. Internet was out. It's still being wonky, but I'll try to have something in place around 6pm (4.5 hours from now)

>>1320084
Is there a chance for Malal?

>>1320206
a 1/1 chance

>>1318737
You’re quickly to reply, “Our first move is to secure the Shattered Foundry.”

This has not quite the effect you were expecting. Everyone’s face, even Arius’, immediately hardens. Thela seems the most put-off, his expression somewhere between fear and defiance. He’s quick to respond, “And why should we claim such a cursed place?”

“Because I said so,” you snarl at him. “And because we need a base of operations outside of the Underhive. There’s no progress in remaining down here in the dark. We need to expand, swiftly and violently.”

“We could probably get a small group of people close to the Foundry,” pipes up Respa. “But getting into the place proper with any sizeable force will be an issue. There’s half a dozen Sanctionary checkpoints between here and there no matter which way you go. Which is a problem since most of us are Oathless. Attacking them would mean a declaration of war.”

You fail to see his point. “And that’s a problem because…”

“Well it’s just that… you yourself can’t be everywhere at once,” replies Arius. “And we’re only human. You’re asking us to face down somewhere in the neighborhood of a hundred well-armed Sanctionaries with attackers armed only with blades and throwing knives. The Fleshcutters are skilled at close-combat, guerilla fighting. After the first checkpoint we’ll lose that element of surprise. They’d gun us down before we ever reached the Foundry.”

“It sounds like cowardice to me,” you say. “What better way to prove the Fleshcutters are worth my time then having them succeed against supposedly ‘overwhelming’ odds?”

The four Blademasters grumble and quickly exchange a few words in their ganger tongue. When they finish, you’ll…

> [1] Insist on taking the Foundry now
> [2] Solicit further feedback
> [3] Ask what gang down here might be more suited for ranged combat
> [4] Write in

>>1320711
> [2] Solicit further feedback
Yes, Niazach, that means you too for once.

>>1320711
> [3] Ask what gang down here might be more suited for ranged combat

>>1320711
> [1] Insist on taking the Foundry now

Blood for the blood god, skulls for the skull throne
Niazach can cum too
dice+1d100

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Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>1320773
whoops

Well, you can't do everything at once. I'll wait another 5 minutes, then flip a three-sided coin

>>1320711
> [1] Insist on taking the Foundry now
Don't want to waste our time with weaklings

Going with [1] then. Back in a bit!

>>1320711
> [2] Solicit further feedback

>>1320807
>Well, you can't do everything at once.
Blood clones when? Can we make them all some khornate cocktails to get them in a more agreeable mood?

>>1320711
You’re not going to waste your time on weaklings. Either the Fleshcutters will survive the coming battle, or you’ll be rid of dead weight. If you have to, you’ll do everything yourself. Of course, you’d rather not, but as that saying goes: if you want it done right…

“We move for the Foundry,” you order, standing upright and crossing your arms. “How soon can we be ready?”

Osuin and Arius bicker back and forth for thirty seconds before the latter answers, “At least a day. Probably closer to two or three if you want this thing done right. Can you wait that long?”

You sigh. “I suppose I’ll have to find something to amuse myself with in the meantime.”

“You might try visiting the Ironmongers,” says Respa. “They’re a Tech-Gang that’s fairly prevalent down here. If nothing else, they may be willing to aid us in maintain our hold on the Foundry once it’s ours. They’ve gone to war over a single plasma pistol before, so reclaiming all that tech in the manufactorum should appeal to them greatly.”

“Fine. Unless any of you want a lecture on being proper Khornates, we’re done here.”

Arius nods. “Actually I’d like to hear that, if that’s alright.”

“Sure.”

You spend the next five or so minutes giving him the same spiel you gave Rikiar earlier, though without any interjections from the Slaaneshii peanut gallery. For the most part, the Blademasters seem to take it well. Thela only does so begrudgingly, but you’re starting to expect resistance from him. Either he’ll rebel in good time, or you’ll have to make an example out of him. You doubt he’ll ever truly fall in line.

With that, you dismiss the Blademasters. Though before they leave, they confer upon you the rank of “Scythe-Mistress.” It’s both silly and fitting at the same time. As far as you’re concerned, you don’t care what the mortals call you, as long as it isn’t something Slaaneshii. Speaking of which…

When you leave the now empty basement behind to go find Niazach, you actually nearly run straight into her. She’d remained out of sight for the entire meeting, though in what hidey-hole you can’t say.

“So, Ember, what would you like to do now?” she asks. “I heard the Blademasters talking about taking the Foundry.”

> [1] That’s right. Any suggestions?
> [2] Want to come with me to see the Ironmongers?
> [3] Let’s talk (Write in)

>>1320853
> [2] Want to come with me to see the Ironmongers?

>>1320853
> [1] That’s right. Any suggestions?
>I myself was thinking they could grab any equipment they needed off of these Sanctionaries as they went.

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Let me go back and answer a few questions while I wait.

>>1320206
Maybe. I don't really even have characters planned out for Tzeentch or Nurgle daemon(ette)s should they crop up.

>>1319860
As long as it's not self-inflicted blood flowing, I think he's cool with it.

>>1318947
Schrodinger's Daemonette

Also - I've noticed a lot of drawfags I talk to prefer to draw Ember lewd over drawing her in armor. Hopefully that doesn't put anyone off. I know it's a little weird to have NSFW art of a Khornate of all things.

>>1320853
> [2] Want to come with me to see the Ironmongers?

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>>1320867
Maybe we could walk a different way when it comes to Tzeentch and Nurgle? Like, flamer and beast of nurgle waifus.

>>1320867
Did the Rogue Trader from KQ1 get all three daemonettes in his harem?

>>1320853
>> [2] Want to come with me to see the Ironmongers?

[2] it is. Back shortly!

>>1320897
It's been so long that I forget his name, but no. He struck out pretty hard once Cinder rejected him hardcore.

>>1320902
We rejected him? I don't remember this.

>>1320902
>He struck out pretty har
The only striking a Rogue Trader does is orbital. If he didn't persist, that's a sign of a bad Rogue Trader.

>>1320853
“In time. First, you and I are going to go see the Ironmongers.”

She tilts her head to the side. “Ironmongers? Who are they?”

“Some sort of Tech-Gang. They might help us take the Foundry.”

“I see. Is that all you know about them?”

You pause for a moment before replying, “Well, yes. Is that a problem?”

Niazach giggles. “You may be a formidable warrior on the battlefield, but your social skills are severely lacking. Here, let’s interrogate one of the Fleshcutters before we go wandering aimlessly into what might be a deathtrap.”

She disappears off deeper into the hideout before you can interject. When she returns, she has the same woman she accosted earlier today. The poor mortal looks like she’s about to faint.

“W-W-What do you want from me this time?” she asks.

“Tell us about the Ironmongers,” whispers Niazach into the woman’s ear. “Then you can go.”

“Um. Umm. Umm… They’re a Tech-Gang. But you knew that already. Um. They really really like energy weapons. I think most of them carry some sort of hotshot lasgun or plasma pistol. No idea where they get that stuff from. Maybe they build it? Or steal it. Yeah. Gotta steal it. And um… oh! They have a bunch of bionic parts. Like, more than usual. And it’s never good quality. And… I’m rambling aren’t I? Oh god I’m rambling. Please don’t hurt me.”

“Why would we ever hurt you?” purrs Niazach. “You’ve done well. Now run along before you faint.”

“If it’s all the same to you, I think right here’s a nice spot to fa-”

And sure enough, down goes the woman. You and Niazach look at her for a moment, then at each other. At the same time, you both burst out in laughter.

“Mortals, am I right?”

“Mortals indeed.”

“So, will I be leashed like last time, or are we going to be a little more flexible?”

> [1] I see no reason to collar you so long as you’re not being a Slaaneshii idiot
> [2] Thanks for the reminder. Get over here.
> [3] Write in

>>1320931
>> [1] I see no reason to collar you so long as you’re not being a Slaaneshii idiot

>>1320931
> [1] I see no reason to collar you so long as you’re not being a Slaaneshii idiot

>>1320931
>> [1] I see no reason to collar you so long as you’re not being a Slaaneshii idiot

>>1320931
> [2] Thanks for the reminder. Get over here.
Just being a good friend here.

>>1320931
> [3] I only use leashes on my pets. Speaking of, wanna see mine? *summon our Flesh Hound, ride it through all the barricades*

>>1320931
“So long as you’re not being a Slaaneshii idiot, I see no reason to collar you.”

Niazach gives you a salute. It looks genuine, but doesn’t quite pass muster for you. “Yes Ma’am! I’ll be the perfect daemonette for you.”

You roll your eyes and turn to head outside. “Whatever.”

The two of you wander this encampment in the Underhive, occasionally shaking down passersby until you get directions to where the Ironmongers might be staying. You have to leave the cave you’re in currently and take about two miles worth of tunnels to arrive at another vast amphitheatre. This one is remarkably different from the shantytown you just left. Rather than a hodge-podge of rusting, corrugated metal and plasteel, this settlement is a sea of faded crimson. There even seems to be a bit of planning and forethought put into its design.

“So do you think it’s just the Ironmongers here, or all the Tech-Gangs?” asks Niazach.

“Only one way to find out,” you reply.

> [1] Aggressively ask for directions
> [2] Start causing a ruckus until someone with a plasma pistol shows up
> [3] Let Niazach “charm” the answer out of someone
> [4] Write in

>>1320969
>[3] Let Niazach “charm” the answer out of someone

>>1320969
> [3] Let Niazach “charm” the answer out of someone
>Go see if any streetlights could be jury-rigged into chainswords.

>>1320969
> [3] Let Niazach “charm” the answer out of someone

>>1320969
> [1] Aggressively ask for directions

>>1320969
>[3] Let Niazach “charm” the answer out of someone
IT'S THE ONLY WAY

>>1320969
> [3] Let Niazach “charm” the answer out of someone

>Niazach compliments all the hardware they're using and say they have good taste in zappy guns
>works 90 percent of the time every time
>they all worship her feet and drool on them

I miss the old Niazach

>>1321014
I too miss segregated water fountains

>>1320969
Niazach’s earlier words about you lacking in the social department echo in your mind. If you start knocking heads here in an attempt to get information, you might cause more trouble than it’s worth. So you turn to the daemonette and say, “Consider this a test. I want you to get an answer to where the Ironmongers are out of one of these people. Do it quickly and quietly.”

“Of course! Who do you think I am? Some loud Khornate?”

You stare at her blankly. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

She giggles and leads the pair of you down into the red-colored buildings. The populace here ranges in level of bionics, from a simple leg replacement all the way to all four limbs. There’s even a few red-robbed tech priests, hereteks really, wandering about the place with their mechadendrites waving about. It’s one of these that Niazach approaches. She motions for you to hang back a bit, which you do.

“Excuse me,” she calls out to a passing heretek. “I’m a bit lost, can you help me?”

++I do not talk to mutants,++ he replies, not stopping.

“Oh but I’m sure you’ll want to talk to me. Right?”

You don’t see anything happen, but you do sense a bit of sorcery about Niazach. Suddenly the heretek turns around and walks up to her. ++What is it you wish to know?++

Niazach grins wickedly and caresses the man’s metal arm. He shudders in delight at the touch. Meanwhile, she asks, “We’re looking for the Ironmongers for something very important. Where can we find their leader?”

++Spire Fifteen Alpha. Go down this street for five blocks, then take a right for four more. They are in the tallest building.++

“Thank you. You’ve been very helpful. Now run along~”

The heretek grunts and turns to walk away as if nothing happened. Niazach returns to you like a lost puppy looking for praise.

> [1] Ask what she did
> [2] Whatever.
> [3] Scold her for her use of sorcery
> [4] Write in

>>1321016
that's some dangerous words you're saying son.

>>1321014
I mean, all you all have to do is collectively vote to tell her to stop acting like... whatever this is. Fucking Slaaneshiis.

>>1321025
> [4] I don't have any treats.
> Give her a Khornate slap on the can.