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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!

Some might say that there “ain’t no rest for the wicked.” Those people would be mostly correct. Sitting around doing nothing isn’t productive, nor is it very Khornate. However, due to the manner in which you’re anchored to this plane, it’s pretty much required. The souls you’ve consumed were taken by force, rather than given up willingly in ritual sacrifice. Your usual daemonic regeneration is hampered as a result. It takes much longer to regain your full vitality. Considering how worse for the wear you are, that means you have to rest like a mortal. The good news is that, by the time you awake from slumber some untold hours later, you feel rather invigorated (+11 wounds).

“Ah, you’re awake~” purrs Niazach. You’d fallen asleep in one of the high-backed chairs of the sitting room in the Fleshcutters’ hideout. Apparently Niazach’s remained awake. “You kept grimacing and growling in your sleep.”

Truth be told, you had what would be the human-equivalent of a nightmare. She kept tearing you apart, laughing all the while. But you’ll be damned if you ever speak of it aloud. “I swear if you did anything perverted while I was out...” you warn Niazach.

She waves you off with one of her claws. “I did nothing of the sort. Well… not to you, anyways. One of the Fleshcutters made a pass at me.”

You stare at her blankly. “I don’t even want to know.”

“Of course not! You may have the body of a woman, but you lack any feminine wiles. Such is the fate of all Khornates, I fear.”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”

“Whatever makes the Mistress happy~” She lets your barely-simmering anger stew for a bit, then asks, “Why do you need to rest like that anyways? Is this related to that psyker we went hunting for earlier?”

“In a way,” you reluctantly admit. “My grasp here on the Materium is not what it should be.”

“Ahhh. Well, that makes sense. You probably didn’t have the luxury of arriving here like I did.”

“Right. That whole thing with the leader of the pleasure den. Still seems odd that you let a mortal own you.”

Niazach tuts and wags a claw at you. “It was nothing of the sort! I formed a Dark Pact with Lioba decades ago. In exchange for an ever-lasting hold on her soul, I granted her certain… powers. The use of which corrupted her completely. It was only a matter of time before I would have come bursting out of her on my own.”

> [1] Uh huh. Sure.
> [2] Sorry, I wasn’t listening.
> [3] What do you know about ritual summonings?
> [4] Enough idle banter, how are the Fleshcutters doing?
> [5] Write in

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I forgot to mention that updates might be slightly slow today. I'm running on about three cups of coffee and 4 hours of sleep. We'll see how long I'm able to run for.

Have pic related while you wait

>>1339957
> [3] What do you know about ritual summonings?

>>1339957
>[3] What do you know about ritual summonings?

I need to be better anchored, the campaign will go easier without one hand tied behind our backs

>>1339957
> [1] Uh huh. Sure.
> [4] Yet you complained being trapped in your host for "decades".

>>1339957
You’re not exactly knowledgeable about the finer points of Chaos rituals. As they’re pretty much considered sorcery, Khornates tend to avoid them unless it’s absolutely necessary. A daemonette like Niazach, though, probably knows a great deal. It can’t hurt to ask.

“What do you know about ritual summonings?” you question her.

She looks back at you with what could be considered a shit-eating grin to some. “Oh, a little bit here and there. Why the sudden interest?”

“I don’t like having to sit around, waiting on my strength to recover like some mortal.”

“Ah~ Well, in that case, I’d be happy to tell you what I know. On one condition.”

You already don’t like where this is going. “That being?”

“I get to call you Mistress until the Foundry is ours.”

> [1] Nope
> [2] Punch her in the face
> [3] Fine… fucking Slaaneshiis
> [4] Write in

>>1340013
> [2] Punch her in the face
> [3] Fine… fucking Slaaneshiis

>>1340013
> [3] Fine… fucking Slaaneshiis

>>1340013
> [2] Punch her in the face
> [3] Fine… fucking Slaaneshiis

Hm. I think you're punching her in the face.

1d100 vs 44 (S) to see how hard you do so. Now would be a very funny time to roll a 100.

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>1340074

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>1340074

>>1340095
>>1340120
Alright, guess we're going with these two rolls then unless someone posts at the same time as me. Slow night. Back in a bit!

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>1340074

Sorry for being late

>>1340194
I'm inclined to take this. Good thing that blurb is easily changed.

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>1340208
Don't worry boss here's a 100.
(note: probably not a 100)

>>1340212
>>1340208
well fug me.
Write whatever's amusing.

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>>1340013
You really don’t want to encourage her if you can help it. But you think you can bear being called ‘Mistress’ for a day or two. The potential gain in knowledge will (hopefully) be worth the aggravation. “Fine,” you say.

Niazach claps her claws together. As much as one can clap claws, anyways. “Excellent. Let me start at-”

Before she can get going, you cock your fist back and drive it into her face. She and the chair she’s sitting on scrape backwards on the concrete floor about a foot before toppling over backwards. Niazach lets out a loud “Ahn~” as her back arcs. “Thank you, my Mistress. That was your best punch yet.”

Fucking Slaaneshiis.

She rights herself and her chair, then continues, “As I was saying… The main component of any ritual summoning is the sacrifice. It’s what helps bind us daemons to this plane. The brighter the sacrifice’s soul burns in the Warp, the stronger the summoned daemon will be. That’s why cultists try to use psykers whenever possible. As you know, they’re like candy to us.”

You nod in understanding. “Go on.”

“Spending more energy in the ritual also helps. For us Slaaneshiis, that means lots of sex, drugs, and noise. For you Khornates? I imagine lots of blood and skulls. I’m not sure about those cultists worshipping Tzeentch or Nurgle.”

“Alright. What else?”

“Obviously, psykers not involved in the ritual can detect it pretty easily. What you don’t want to happen is them interrupting said ritual. It could fail altogether or only partially anchor you in the Materium. Neither is preferable.”

“So for daemons like you and I, what would it take to summon us somewhere? I mean in terms of skillset and sacrifices.”

Niazach thinks for a moment. “I suppose an Eta or Zeta level psyker would do, to borrow the Imperium’s classification rating. As for skillset… Someone with knowledge of daemonology, either a daemon themselves or a corrupted scholar, would need to know the proper words and symbology. I doubt, for instance, that the Fleshcutters could do such a thing. Not unless I held their hands through it.”

“Wonderful,” you grumble. “So much for bringing Dheuios here semi-permanently.”

“Dheuios?”

“My steed. You know, the beast responsible for destroying Lioba’s.”

“Ah, right. Well, you could always just expend your own energy if you wanted to do it again. I wouldn’t recommend doing it often, though. Not unless you want to end up back in the Warp.”

You shake your head and let silence speak for you. When said silence starts to grow uncomfortable, you…

> [1] Ask Niazach about something else (Write in)
> [2] Get up to go check on the Fleshcutters

>>1340234
Q. Does our character know how to find Psykers? If not
> [1] Ask Niazach about something else (Write in)
how i mine for sieker

>>1340243
You can sorta sniff them out if you put your mind to it, but you're not nearly as good at it as, say, another psyker or non-khornate would be.

>>1340248
It's a shame we don't have a sort of a Worthy Skull Sense that automatically points us in the direction of the best shit to wreck.

Even Orkz have a fight sense. Though that usually just points at other nearby Orkz.

>>1340234
>[2] Get up to go check on the Fleshcutters

>>1340234
>> [1] Ask Niazach about something else (Write in)
Would having cultists/followers doing khornate things help sustain me here?

>>1340234
> [2] Get up to go check on the Fleshcutters

>>1340260
“Perhaps. They’d have to do it in your name as opposed to Khorne’s though. Dunno how you feel about that. Though I can’t imagine that’d be much of a change. The skulls end up on the skull throne either way.”

>>1340234
You crack your neck, then stand. “Well, I think that’s it for now. Let’s go check on the Fleshcutters and see how their preparations are coming along.”

“As you wish, my Mistress.”

The pair of you leaving the sitting room behind and start to look for a Fleshcutter to accost. In a strange twist of fate (or perhaps a severe strain of bad luck) you run into the same woman Niazach’s grabbed twice already.

“Oh no,” she says, backing up into a wall and trying to make herself look as small as possible. “No no no no no. Not again! Please not again!”

“Look, we just want to check on how things are coming along,” you say as you roll your eyes. “Are we almost ready to assault the Foundry or no.”

“Um. I think? Maybe? We’re still waiting on the contingent from the Ironmongers to arrive. They said they were sending fifteen members our way.”

That’s not quite what you were expecting. “Only fifteen? I can see I’ll have to have a talk with Visimar later.”

“Um. Right. You do that, Ms. Ember. I’ll just um… be going…”

Niazach deftly steps in front of her. “Just a moment. I think by now you might as well tell us your name.”

“F-Feva.”

“Well, F-Feva,” she says, caressing the side of the woman’s cheek. “You’ve been very helpful, as usual. Now run along~”

Feva bolts away before either Niazach or you change your minds. It seems you’ll have to wait just a bit longer until the Fleshcutters are ready.

> [1] Rest some more. More wounds is always good.
> [2] Spar against Niazach outside
> [3] Find Rikiar and see if you can’t help in doing some reconnaissance
> [4] Write in

>>1340295
> [1] Rest some more. More wounds is always good.

How's our Piety with [s]Okawaru[/s] Khorne going?

>>1340295
> [1] Rest some more. More wounds is always good.

>>1340295
>[1] Rest some more. More wounds is always good.

We should really work on a way to get ourselves a boost

>>1340295
>> [1] Rest some more. More wounds is always good.

I like how everyone's IDs are Khornate colors. Red, yellow, black.

>>1340295
A rested warrior is a prepared warrior. You’re not sure when you’ll get the chance to take a break like this again. Better to take advantage of it now while you still can. So you return to the sitting room and meditate. Thankfully, Niazach doesn’t join you. That makes the exercise much more fruitful. By the time someone pokes their head into the room and calls your name, you’ve regain all of your vitality (+5 wounds (Now at Max)).

“Ember, there you are,” comes Rikiar’s voice. You open your eyes to see him armed to the teeth. Almost every limb has at least six throwing knives attached to it on a band. Plus he’s now sporting both a chain blade and a chain sword. “We’re almost ready. We just need your approval on our plan of attack.”

“Right, lead me to the War Room then.”

Rikiar takes you back down into the basement where you find all four Blademasters from earlier, plus a Tech-Ganger with three bionic limbs. On the table between them is a map of the Hive. How up to date it is you have no clue. You take up the head position of the table and inquire, “So, what do we have?”

Respa points at several thick red lines that block certain intersections. “Each of these is a Sanctionary checkpoint, specifically designed to keep Underhive gangs like us from getting too far up in the Hive. The shortest path to the Foundry takes us through these five.” He traces a blue line along the streets that doubles back on itself several times. “It’s not the fastest, mind you. That would require us to topple at least ten checkpoints.”

“Which we don’t have the manpower for,” chides Thela. “A full frontal assault would be foolish.”

> [1] You have no time for cowards. Head on it is.
> [2] Let’s take the “safer” route
> [3] What about running a distraction?
> [4] Write in

>>1340362
> [4] Write in
Bah, I can handle 10 checkpoints. Can you secure a supply line or whatever once the checkpoints are open?

>>1340362
>[4] Write in

This is a Hive, are there ways to possible circumvent the checkpoints themselves, we can slowly trickle through and reform on the other side

>>1340362
>[1] You have no time for cowards. Head on it is.

>>1340362
> [2] Let’s take the “safer” route

[4] it is. Back in a bit!

Rolled 32 (1d100)

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>>1340362
You scoff at that. “Bah, I can handle ten checkpoints. Can you secure a supply line or whatever once the checkpoints are open?”

“I think so,” says Arius. “Once we have the Foundry under our control, we can use our Consortium-affiliated contacts to keep us well stocked and informed of any Sanctionary incursions.”

It takes a moment for you to recall Rikiar’s explanation about how the Consortium is the true body of power here in Hive Desoleum. They’re a group of houses and factions constantly at conflict with one another, usually via proxies such as gangs and bribed Sanctionaries. If such contacts are reliable, then you see no issue in holding the Foundry once it’s yours. “I see. What about avoiding the checkpoints all together? This is a hive, after all. Surely there must be ways to circumvent them and trickle through to the other side.”

“Not if you want this done quickly,” replies Thela. “We’d have to sneak around in groups of three or four to get by the Sanctionary patrols. It’d take weeks to get everyone up to the Foundry’s level.”

So that idea’s out then. “Then I believe our next course of action is clear. I’ll handle the bulk of the ten checkpoints. The Fleshcutters and Ironmongers can back me up and clear the way behind me. We leave almost immediately. Any questions?”

Arius raises a hand, “Just one. How do you want us to handle any Sanctionaries you leave behind? Kill them? Or take prisoners?”

> [1] A swift death will satisfy Khorne
> [2] Take a few hostages to bargain with or corrupt later.
> [3] The Blademasters can decide that for themselves
> [4] Write in

>>1340459
>> [3] The Blademasters can decide that for themselves

>>1340459
>[2] Take a few hostages to bargain with or corrupt later.

>>1340459
> [3] The Blademasters can decide that for themselves
But if you don't give a shit
> [2] Take a few hostages to bargain with or corrupt later.

[3] it is then. Back in a bit!

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>1340539

>>1340459
>> [3] The Blademasters can decide that for themselves

>>1340459
You shrug. “I leave that decision to you all. I care not which. What matters is that we take the Foundry in the end. If that means we have something to use against further Sanctionary action, then so be it.”

Everyone present looks around at one another. When it seems that there’s no further questions, you clap your hands loudly. “Right. Let’s get this thing done. May Khorne guide your blades.”

Only Arius mutters something back about Khorne. The rest simply nod and trudge off to give their waiting sects orders. That just leaves you with Rikiar, Arius, and the Ironmonger’s representative.

++We shall follow you at a distance,++ says the Tech-Ganger as he looks straight at you. ++We are best suited to provide covering fire to pin the Sanctionaries down.++

“That puts my sect in between Ember and you,” replies Rikiar. “Fine by me.” He looks to Arius. “What about you?”

“We shall follow the flow of battle. If need be, my 150 men can act as a battering ram against a checkpoint. Think of us as cavalry, to borrow an old Terran saying.”

“Let’s get a move on,” you say with an air of finality. All the mortals straighten up, their faces hardening against the coming battle. You lead them outside to find the courtyard and many streets beyond are packed to the brim with Fleshcutters. There’s probably close to four hundred warm bodies at your disposal. Good enough for now.

You summon forth your scythe and use its chain to reel you up to the roof of the hideout. From there you shout down to the crowd, “Khorne smiles upon us all this day! Let your blades drink blood, and your strikes be true! We move for the Foundry!” You give a loud rallying cry, which is mostly answered. You then hop down and proceed to lead the throng up into the tunnels that will take you out of the Underhive and into Hive Desoleum proper. It’s slow going.

“What do you want me to do, Mistress?”

You nearly jump out of your skin as Niazach appears out of the darkness of one of the tunnels some twenty minutes later. “So that’s where you went.”

“A little scouting ahead, yes. Shall I join you on the front lines, or support you with the Ironmongers?”

> [1] Front lines
> [2] Use that howler rifle from the back
> [3] Whatever
> [4] Write in

>>1340597
>[2] Use that howler rifle from the back

>>1340597
>[2] Use that howler rifle from the back

>>1340597
> [2] Use that howler rifle from the back

>>1340597
“That should be obvious,” you say. “Stay in the back with your howler rifle. That way I don’t have to hear your stupid moans whenever you get hit.”

“Oh, but I could moan really loudly so you could hear-”

You sigh and move past her before she can utter another word. Since you’re leading the charge, as it were, you’re the first to arrive at the border of the Underhive and the main hive proper. The demarcation is rather stark in some places, and gradual in others. The common theme is grunge. All of the buildings and streets down here are ill-kept, the dim light only adding to the sense of disrepair. There’s barely any foot traffic at the moment. Though the few that are out and about right now quickly about-face and practically sprint away when they see you and the mass behind you. Smart of them.

You have to stop and get your bearings only once. After ascending about three stories worth of inclined streets, the first checkpoint comes into view. Like the one you attacked during your taking of Asbad’s soul, it’s a vast, grey, metal wall that protrudes into the surrounding buildings. It’s about two stories tall, with two raised watchtowers on either side of the gate. The gate is a portion of the wall that slides back on itself, or so you judge based on the grooves in the ground and on the wall. At ground level there’s approximately eight Sanctionaries in their red, guardsman-like armor. Four more are present in the watchtowers. All of them have shock mauls and stubbers.

Right now you have the element of surprise. But once your attacking force crests over the hill, that will be gone. How do you want to play this?

> [1] Rush in and handle the ground forces (WS)
> [2] Bellow an ultimatum: either they stand aside or have their skull taken (Fel)
> [3] Order the Ironmongers and Niazach to open fire
> [4] Attempt to scale the wall so you can get at the watchtowers (Ag)
> [5] Write in

>>1340676
> [2] Bellow an ultimatum: either they stand aside or have their skull taken (Fel)
Charisma

>>1340676
> [1] Rush in and handle the ground forces (WS)

>>1340676
> [2] Bellow an ultimatum: either they stand aside or have their skull taken (Fel)
And
> [1] Rush in and handle the ground forces (WS)
Because presumably we can run AND shout.

>>1340676
>[4] Attempt to scale the wall so you can get at the watchtowers (Ag)

Guess we're doing [2] then [1]

2d100 vs a 27 and a 55

Rolled 54, 26 = 80 (2d100)

>>1340758

Rolled 95, 9 = 104 (2d100)

>>1340758

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>1340758
ecks dee

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>1340758
>>1340777
Other half of the ecks dee

A Khornate not being very good at talking to people? Imagine that.

>>1340762
>>1340767
>>1340777
A 54 and a 9. Neat. Back in a bit!

>>1340799
She wasn't good at it either. Or so I think, anyways.

>>1340805
Aw, I was hoping the other half of the ecks dee would count so we'd get 5 degrees of success on ws instead of 4.

>>1340814
Gotta roll em together man. No RNG manipulation here.

>>1340825
I wonder how the RNG even works. I imagine it's seeded by the Unix time since epoch like the image filenames.

>>1340825
shouldn't he roll a 2d100 set?

>>1340832
Ideally yes, but it's fine just this once.

Rolled 36, 74 = 110 (2d100)

>>1340832
Well I could do that now if you want, but it won't really change anything. First number's gonna be like 62 or something and the second will be above 9.

>>1340676
You opt to go for the classic Khornate approach. That is to say you charge recklessly forward while bellowing a challenge. “Open the gates and stand aside, or face death at my hands!”

The Sanctionaries leap in surprise as their attention very quickly focuses on you. Those on the ground unholster their stubbers and begin unleashing automatic fire at you. As for the four in the watchtowers, they seem to be scrambling to lift something. In any event, the solid projectiles ping off of your skin and armor like spitballs. Seeing this causes the Sanctionaries to fire even more wildly. The bullets fill the air around you, but none do any damage. Well, not to you, anyways. You’re not so sure about the group behind you. But they’re on their own at the moment.

Once you’re within range of your scythes, you unleash a barrage of your own. You start by spinning on your side, somersaulting sideways through the air as your scythes rapidly reach the end of their chains. They scrape along the ground, leaving great gashes as they spin overhead towards the Sanctionaries. They impact right in the middle of the ground-level Sanctionaries, instantly killing two and sending the remaining six flying to either side. When you land, you lash out in great arcs, slicing another two mortals in two.

From behind you, you hear the high-pitched whine of Niazach’s howler rifle. One of the watchtowers explodes a second later. Perhaps not a moment too soon. As the wreckage falls to the ground, you catch sight of what looks to be a heavy stubber mounted to a tripod. That sort of ordinance will damage you if you catch too many rounds.

> [1] Run up the wall and attack the other watchtower (Ag)
> [2] Ignore the heavy stubber problem and focus on those four in front of you (WS)
> [3] Attempt to pull the watchtower down with your scythes (S)
> [4] Write in

Rolled 31, 68 = 99 (2d100)

>>1340758

>>1340865
> [2] Ignore the heavy stubber problem and focus on those four in front of you (WS)

>>1340865
>> [3] Attempt to pull the watchtower down with your scythes (S)

>>1340865
> [3] Attempt to pull the watchtower down with your scythes (S)

>>1340865
> [3] Attempt to pull the watchtower down with your scythes (S)
We can tank a falling watchtower.
These mortals cannot.
Seems two problems can be felled by one falling.

[3] it is. 1d100 vs a 44 please.

In before another window incident happens.

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>1340917
[+] ascii art of a window

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>1340917

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>1340917
>1d100

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>1340917
Looking like another window incident senpai.

>>1340917
>In before another window incident happens.
>>1340933
>Looking like another window incident senpai.
Nope, but we were really close to one.

>>1340926
>>1340929
>>1340930
A 22 is less than 44. Neat. Back in a bit!

>>1340930
YOU FOOL!
YOU SUCCEEDED!
NOW THE STORY WON'T BE AS HILARIOUS!

>>1340865
The longer you leave that heavy stubber unchecked, the more Fleshcutters will be shot dead. This is only the first checkpoint. You don’t want losses here, heavy, light, or otherwise, if you can help it. So you close the gap between yourself and the remaining watchtower. Doing so causes the four ground-level Sanctionaries to drop their guns and go for their shock mauls. But you’re not really worried about those for the moment.

Instead, you fling your scythes up to find purchase on the watchtower. The daemon-forged weapons easily dig into the plasteel. After two test tugs to make sure they will not dislodge themselves when you pull, you put your entire strength into a yanking motion. There’s the sound of creaking metal as the stress builds. Then, with a thunderous snapping sound, the watchtower rips free from its position on top of the wall. It falls on two of the Sanctionaries near you, gutting them as metal debris bends and cracks.

That just leaves two more Sanctionaries with shock mauls. You’re pretty damn confident that they could hit you from now until the heat death of the universe and still never wound you. What should you do with them?

> [1] Kill them dead
> [2] Tell them to run like cowards
> [3] Ignore them and tear open the wall so you can advance (S)
> [4] Write in

>>1340972
>> [3] Ignore them and tear open the wall so you can advance (S)

>>1340972
> [1] Kill them dead

>>1340972
> [1] Kill them dead
fuckin faggets can't even offer their skulls to khorne

>>1340972
>> [1] Kill them dead
Help out the others since we don't need to advance ahead of them yet.

>>1340972

You can’t risk any survivors calling for reinforcements or for aid in general. So far your attack has been so swift and deadly that you’re pretty sure the Sanctionaries haven’t had time to do so. The only sour part of this course of action is that they’re not particularly good skulls to take. For you, anyways. But take them you do with a casual swing of your scythes. Their heads roll off of their necks, spewing blood out like a fountain.

“I thought you were going to leave us some!” yells Rikiar as he comes over the crest of the hill and surveys the damage. “Do you need help getting the gate open?”

“No. I’ve got it,” you reply. You hook your scythes on your back spines to keep them out of the way, then step up to the gate. Using your daemonic strength, you wrench at the metal and…

> Roll 1d100 vs 44 please

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>1341025

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>1341025
Rikiar deserves some bloody hard violent action. Hopefully we can deliver.

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>1341025
>1d100

>>1341029
>>1341031
>>1341035
A 23 works. Back in a bit!

What in the world was that window made out of?

>What in the world was that window made out of?
Plot.
It's the same stuff they make locked doors and waist-high fences out of in videogames.

>>1341025
...begin to force it back along its tracks. It’s somewhat jammed at first, but you easily force it back. Accompanying this motion is a great screech as the plasteel scrapes against the rockcrete street. You’re not especially worried about how much of a racket you’re making. What’s more likely to draw the attention and ire of further Sanctionaries is the gunfire. It’s really a toss up of whether the next checkpoint will go as smoothly.

“There,” you grunt as you finish dragging the gate out of the way. The street beyond is a little bit better kept than the side you’re on. I.e., instead of six potholes per two meters, there’s only three. It’s still pretty bad, but that’s to be expected this low in the Hive.

“Nice work,” Rikiar says as he calls for the group to halt for a moment. “We’ll leave some of our forces here to take control of this checkpoint.”

“See if you can’t recover the heavy stubbers,” you reply. “They aren’t blades but will do a fine job of deterring anyone who approaches.”

“As you wish, Scythe-Mistress.”

He barks an order to his men, and about ten of them splinter off of the main group. They begin scavenging armor and weapons from the dead Sanctionaries and from the rubble. By the time most of your fighting force has moved through the checkpoint, they’ve managed to set up a heavy stubber in the remaining watchtower. From a distance, they might even pass as Sanctionaries.

The next checkpoint is up another hill about twenty blocks away. The street’s wide enough now to accommodate ten people shoulder to shoulder. Which is great, considering before that your 400 troops were basically forced to walk in groups of four. It’s still quite a crowd behind you. Maybe you should use their momentum to your advantage.

> [1] Use the same tactics on the next outpost
> [2] Let the Fleshcutters take the lead this time
> [3] Have a moderate sized group splinter off to head to the Foundry via another path
> [4] Write in

By the way - would you all prefer me to handle the remaining nine checkpoints abstractly or individually on a case by case basis? The former may earn you some wounds depending on your rolls, but would be much faster. The latter depends on your choices more.

>>1341088
> [1] Use the same tactics on the next outpost

>>1341090
9 checkpoints sounds like a lot of the same, so do it abstractly.

> [1] Use the same tactics on the next outpost

>>1341090
I demand at least 9 separate best-of-3 dicerolls. These may be all at once in a single 9d100. It matters not to me when the dice is rolled, only that it is rolled and in great quantities.

>>1341088
>> [1] Use the same tactics on the next outpost
Rikiar try to keep up
>>1341090
Yeah sure unless there is a major change in enemy deployment.

Ahh I nodded off. Abstract it is.

Let's do 8d100 vs a 45 and a 55 alternating. The 45 rolls will be how good you are at not getting hit. The 55 rolls are how fast you cleave through the Sanctionaries.

That should at least handle four checkpoints. We'll probably call it a night after the rolls so I don't leave you all hanging while I'm asleep at the keyboard.

Rolled 23, 80, 17, 91, 36, 74, 51, 98 = 470 (8d100)

>>1341164

Rolled 37, 48, 49, 11, 36, 45, 25, 55 = 306 (8d100)

>>1341164
Fine by me.

Rolled 43, 70, 32, 80, 97, 38, 61, 91 = 512 (8d100)

>>1341164

>>1341170
>>1341171
>>1341174
23, 48, 17, 11, 36, 38, 25, 55.

So the only roll we actually failed is the last one, and that's only because it's roll under rather than roll equal-or-under.

Rolled 23, 63, 68, 76, 68, 13, 88, 66 = 465 (8d100)

>>1341164
>Abstract it is.
Support.
>>1341099
>I demand at least 9 separate best-of-3 dicerolls. These may be all at once in a single 9d100. It matters not to me when the dice is rolled, only that it is rolled and in great quantities.
This sounds nice if we can't do them individually.

>>1341164
>8d100

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>>1341170
>>1341171
>>1341174

So in order...
Checkpoint 1: Pass, Pass
Checkpoint 2: Pass, Pass
Checkpoint 3: Pass, Pass
Checkpoint 4: Pass, Barely Pass

That'll be a lot of skulls for Ember. Poor Rikiar. Guy's never going to get to prove himself at this rate.

We'll pick this up early evening around 6pm EST. As usual I'll run till about 10pm, take a 4 hours break, then return around 2am. Depending on how far we go, I may also run on Saturday evening.

Have this picture of the Hive while you wait. Speaking of art, Luth said he might be willing to draw Ember. Very exciting news there.

>>1341183
Yeah but they're mostly shit skulls tho.

Hey, I found a problem in your google docs archive. F-Feva's name is mispelled, you forgot the first f.

>>1341183
>Poor Rikiar
Dude will probably catch up at check 4 given we slowed down some.

>>1341203
>>1341183
Also, you didn't list kills of the Psyker we ate when we first came here, or the one we ate up at the checkpoint who tried to ward us.
I think that second one even had a name or something.

>>1341216
You're right. Lemme add those.

>>1341183
What if I could get Karbo to draw Niazach?

>>1341238
Odd choice of artist (if it's the vore guy I think it is). Though I'd love any art. It's always special to receive stuff based on something I've written.

>>1341250
Hey, don't blame me for having fetishes and connecting mostly with artists pertaining to said fetishes.

>>1341238
This for his monthly patreon doodles perchance?

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>>1341238
Get Karbo to draw Tzeentch Flamette and Nurglette Beast Waifus.

>>1341088
The following three checkpoints are much like the first - street-spanning walls with watchtowers, manned by about twelve Sanctionaries. You roll through them like a violent tornado, leaving none alive in your wake. By now the two lane street has become more like a wide highway. Four Rhinos could fit side by side. That means the force behind you can spread out more. Still, your combined group looks like a tidal wave of people rushing higher up in the Hive. People on the street sprint away, businesses hastily close, and oncoming vehicles do an about face. You’re pretty sure the Sanctionaries are aware of your presence now, a hunch that’s confirmed at the fifth checkpoint.

This time there’s three sets of walls. The outers are made of a strong mesh that resembles chain links, while the inner is the classic gray plasteel. There are four watchtowers, all sporting heavy stubbers and four guards with long lases. On the ground there’s close to twenty-four Sanctionaries just on this side of the walls. Their oath-cogs are much larger, and they’ve largely traded out their stubbers for hand cannons. They’re also sporting riot gear of sorts: a transparent shield and an electro-flail. They form up firing lines as you approach.

“HALT OATHLESS SCUM!” booms a voice from a watchtower speaker. “You have one minute to turn around and return to your holes. Otherwise we shall use deadly force to stop this riot here and now.”

“You couldn’t stop a sick grox!” you roar back. “I shall enjoy ripping you all to pieces!”

“So be it! Men, open fire!”

The air fills with solid projectiles and the loud cracks of gunfire. You charge forward, as does your Fleshcutter army. You’re nimble enough to avoid most of the hail of bullets, but the humans behind you aren’t as skilled. You hear cries of pain as gangers fall to the ground, only to be trampled by their fellows. But there’s no stopping this charge now. The weak and injured are on their own.

The two opposing forces meet with a great crash. All around you there’s a flurry of flashing blades and sparking whips while heavy stubber fire rains from above. You let the Fleshcutters handle the ground forces for now. You instead work on bringing down the watchtowers. The first you wrench down with your scythes, and the second you destroy by scaling the wall and turning it and the Sanctionaries inside into many fine chunks. When you leap back to the ground, you see that Rikiar is currently taking on two Sanctionaries by himself. It’s a pretty even match from what you can tell. Admirable. But you can’t stop to watch.

>cont

>>1342522
You quickly rip open the mesh gate and begin to work on opening the larger metal one. When you fling the plasteel aside, you see that there’s another twenty-four Sanctionaries waiting for you on the other side. Again you ignore them to favor the watchtowers. You do feel a few electro-flails slap against your skin as you work. The impacts cause the surrounding muscles to tingle with electricity, but there’s no real harm done. It’s only once all the watchtowers are down that you then turn your scythes on the ground-level Sanctionaries. What’s left of them, anyways. The Fleshcutters might be sporting all sorts of wounds, but that seems to have spurred them on into a frenzy. Limbs and gore fly in all directions, making the streets run red with blood.

From start to finish, it probably takes you ten minutes to get through this checkpoint. Niazach runs forward to join you on the other side. “Do you sense that, Mistress?” she asks.

“Sense what?” you reply.

“There’s a gathering of psykers ahead at the next checkpoint. I can also faintly smell the scent of promethium. Although they’re not far, to smell it from all the way over here means there’s a lot of it. Perhaps a change of tactics is in order?”

> [1] Nah this seems to be working so far
> [2] Send the Ironmongers and Niazach in first to snipe away
> [3] Take another route to a different checkpoint
> [4] Baptism by fire for the Fleshcutters. Literally.
> [5] Write in

>>1342524
> [2] Send the Ironmongers and Niazach in first to snipe away
>[5] I wish I had a flamer on me, psyker souls are best when cooked.

>>1342524
> [3] Take another route to a different checkpoint

>>1342524
>> [2] Send the Ironmongers and Niazach in first to snipe away
> [3] Take another route to a different checkpoint

[2] and then [3] if it doesn't pan out I think.

Back in a bit!

>>1342545
>>1342574
2nded.

>>1342524

Flamers are one thing, but psykers are another. Combined they make for a rather deadly pair. To mortals, at least. You could probably handle things yourself and only get a little singed in the process. It really depends on how powerful the psykers are. Until you know that, though, you’re going to play it safe.

“Move the Ironmongers up,” you order Niazach. “Take out as many as possible so that the rest of us can move forward.”

She nods and starts to sprint away. “As you wish, Mistress.” Only a couple minutes pass before she returns with the fifteen Ironmongers. The humans are all sporting either a plasma gun or a long las with a hot-shot pack. Niazach has her trademark howler rifle. Together, the seventeen of you advance towards the next checkpoint ahead of the rest of the Fleshcutters.

The sixth checkpoint is almost identical to the fifth. The main difference is the composition of guards. For every three Sanctionaries there’s one psyker in Astra Telepathica robes. That makes for a grand total of six psykers. More than half of the Sanctoaries have flamers, while the watchtowers have heavy flamers in lieu of heavy stubbers. Close range combat will be an issue here. But that’s why Niazach and the Ironmongers are up first.

The daemonette and Tech-Gangers form up into several rows of varying height. Then they open fire on the checkpoint. There’s not much in the way of protection for the ground-level Sanctionaries, so they go down hard. As for the psykers, they either dodge out of the way or conjure up ethereal shields. When the firing stops, all six psykers step forward. They hold out their hands like claws, and suddenly bursts of bio-lightning erupt from them. The blue and green bolts streak towards Niazach and the Ironmongers almost faster than the eye can see. Four claim the lives of Ironmongers, while two electrocute Niazach.

“Ha~ Such an invigorating display of power,” she gasps, squirming in place. “More. I want more. Hit me with the full weight of your power!”

You turn to Rikiar as this exchange goes on. “Is there another way around? I don’t want us to get stuck here.”

He thinks for a moment, then replies, “I think if we took a circuitous route, there’d only be one more checkpoint between here and the Foundry. It’d take this lot close to an hour to arrive though. What about the checkpoint here though? Should we send in some Fleshcutters to help Niazach and the others? Or will you be heading in?”

>Pick one option here
> [1] Send in the Fleshcutters
> [2] Have Rikiar take the Fleshcutters the long way around

>And pick one option here
> [1] Join the fray
> [2] Leave Niazach and her squad to handle things here while you go with Rikiar

>Or choose [3] Write in

>>1342621
> [1] Send in the Fleshcutters
our boys want blood.
> [1] Join the Fray

>>1342621
>[2] Have Rikiar take the Fleshcutters the long way around

We still need to make sure we have the manpower to hold the Foundry

> [1] Join the fray

>>1342621
>> [2] Have Rikiar take the Fleshcutters the long way around

We don't want our main army to get shredded, even if our heavy infantry suffers for it.

> [2] Leave Niazach and her squad to handle things here while you go with Rikiar

One Deamon commander per mortal attack force seems like the safest bet for now.

>>1342621
>> [1] Send in the Fleshcutters
> [1] Join the fray
>Summon our steed to charge and run this down with us on it's back, make this quick. Just hope no one tries to hitch a ride.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

It seems you'll be joining the fray, but whether or not the Fleshcutters will be going in is up for debate. Flipping a coin unless someone posts at the same time as me.

1 = [1]
2 = [2]

>>1342621
You don’t want your main force to be shredded and immolated if you can help it. So you order Rikiar, “Take the main force around the long way. I trust you can handle a single checkpoint. We’ll meet back up outside the Foundry.”

He nods, “As you wish, Scythe-Mistress.” Several orders are barked back at the Fleshcutter assembly, then they all begin to disappear into alleys and side streets. That just leaves you with Niazach and eleven Ironmongers. They’ve managed to kill one psyker so far, and to pin the remaining five behind metal barricades before the gate. That’s likely to be short lived, though. Psykers are a cowardly bunch. It’s only a matter of time before they unleash another barrage of psychic bolts. But if you don’t handle the watchtowers first, you’ll have to dodge burning promethium.

> [1] Watchtowers first (Ag, S)
> [2] Those psykers need to be brought down now (Ag, WP)
> [3] Pick up a fallen Ironmonger weapon and start firing (BS)
> [4] Summon Dheuios (-5 wounds)
> [5] Write in

>>1342685
>> [2] Those psykers need to be brought down now (Ag, WP)

>>1342685
>> [4] Summon Dheuios (-5 wounds)

>>1342685
>> [2] Those psykers need to be brought down now (Ag, WP)

Their existence offends Cind-I mean Khorn.

>>1342685
>> [2] Those psykers need to be brought down now (Ag, WP)

[2] it is. 2d100 vs a 45 and a 41 please

Rolled 58, 58 = 116 (2d100)

>>1342733

Rolled 40, 95 = 135 (2d100)

>>1342733
Time for failure!

Rolled 26, 79 = 105 (2d100)

>>1342733

>>1342735
>>1342738
>>1342767
That's a pass for the first, meaning you dodge flamer fire. Failing the second, though, means one of the psykers managed to use a power on you.

I now need an additional 1d100 vs 44.

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>1342770
All hail shenanigans!

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>1342770
>1d100

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>1342770

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>1342770

>>1342777
>>1342782
>>1342784
A 4 is a pass. Back in a bit!

>>1342782
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>>1342685
It’s just jets of fire. What’s the worse than can happen if you ignore it? You’re a daemon, and thus not particularly predisposed to catching ablaze. You’ll be fine. Besides, you’ll only have to “suffer” for about 20 meters before you’re underneath the watchtowers and next to the psykers. Unless the Sanctionaries want to fire on their own, you’ll be safe.

“Keep firing!” you yell to Niazach and her squad. As they do so, you rush forward towards the checkpoint. Almost the same second you get within range of the heavy flamers, great gouts of burning napalm erupt towards you. You’re more than capable of dodging out of the way of the spray. It fizzles on the ground, leaving great scorch marks.

The first 10 meters pass in such a fashion. However, the next 10 aren’t as smooth. One of the psykers peeks up from behind cover and begins to channel his energy. Suddenly, tendrils of Warp energy lash out at you, threatening to drain your vitality with every touch. But you’re a daemon of Khorne. Such trickery won’t work on you. You thusly power through the psychic barrage and close the gap between you and the psykers. Four immediately respond by conjuring a wall of shimmering, unnatural fire between you and them. The other, more specifically the one that tried to use tentacles on you, has his head removed from his shoulders by your scythes.

That just leaves four psykers with fire shields to deal with. No matter how you attack them, you’ll end up facing fiery retribution. But they need to die, quickly.

> [1] Use your scythes
> [2] Call out targets to Niazach and her squad
> [3] Pull a watchtower down onto the psykers (S)
> [4] Attempt to break the shields with your mind (WP)
> [5] Write in

>>1342827
> [4] Attempt to break the shields with your mind (WP)

>>1342827
>> [3] Pull a watchtower down onto the psykers (S)

>>1342827
>> [3] Pull a watchtower down onto the psykers (S)
>then eat their souks

>>1342827
> [4] Attempt to break the shields with your mind (WP)
No sell that psyker!

>>1342827
>[3] Pull a watchtower down onto the psykers (S)

[3] has it by a vote.

1d100 vs 44 please

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>1342875

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>1342875

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>1342875

>>1342883
>>1342896
>>1342899
Yeah that'll be a pass! Back in a bit.

>>1342827
The psykers’ fire shield might provide a deterrent to direct attacks, but it has no effect on indirect ones. So, rather than strike the psykers directly with your scythes, you fling your weapons up to latch onto a watchtower. Much like the last couple of checkpoints, you bring it crashing down with your daemonic strength. Two of the psykers catch on and dive out of the way. The remaining three are crushed beneath the rubble.

“Together, now!” shouts one of the living psyker as he thrusts out a hand in your direction. His fellow does the same. You can feel the energy gathering within them. You’re not quite sure what’s coming, but it can’t be good. Plus they still have their fire shields.

> [1] Damn the fire shields. Attack anyways!
> [2] Steel yourself and tank whatever is thrown at you (WP, Ag)
> [3] Write in

>>1342929
>> [1] Damn the fire shields. Attack anyways!

>>1342929
>[3] Write in

Can our scythes pass through the flames and survive? We have weapons with reach we should use them

>>1342929
> [1] Damn the fire shields. Attack anyways!

>>1342929
>> [1] Damn the fire shields. Attack anyways!
EAT, SLEEP, SLAUGHTER, REPEAT!

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>>1342944
The scythes are daemonic weapons so they're pretty damn hard to destroy. As for the shields, see pic-related.

>>1342953
fuuuuck

>>1342929
You’re not about to let some pathetic fire deter you from taking some skulls. You swing your scythes low, bringing the blades straight through the fire shields and up into the psykers’ pelvic areas. The swaths of fire immediately respond by striking at you violently. You get a little singed as a result (-4 wounds). As for the psykers, you yank back on the chains and literally tear them a new one. Their intestines fall out of the gaping wound with a sickening, wet noise. They fall to the ground, gurgling as the life leaves their bodies.

Behind you, you hear a certain high pitched whine. Above you, the remaining watchtower explodes with shrapnel. Silence falls over the field now that all enemy actors have perished. Niazach runs up to you, and as soon as she’s within shouting range she says, “Well that was fun. Personally I would have preferred to get a little fire bath but…”

You kick a flamer that’s on the ground near you. “That could still be arranged.”

“Ooo~ But maybe later. What shall we do now? Keep charging through these ever-increasing barriers? Or perhaps follow in Rikiar’s wake?”

> [1] You know what, you changed your mind. Flame bath first before you decide.
> [2] Charge onwards to the next checkpoint
> [3] Follow Rikiar’s footsteps
> [4] Write in

>>1342996
>> [3] Follow Rikiar’s footsteps
we can set Nia on fire later as a reward

>>1342996
>> [2] Charge onwards to the next checkpoint

>>1342996
>> [2] Charge onwards to the next checkpoint

>>1342996
>> [2] Charge onwards to the next checkpoint

Oh I suppose it's worth mentioning that if you ever want to take something off of a corpse just say so. As long as it's not something weird like taking the back right molar for a necklace. You're not an Ork.

>>1343047
Grab a Flamer for some grenades
have the rest for the tech nerds.

>>1343057
that sounds good to me!

>>1342996
“We press onwards,” you reply, flicking the blood from your scythes.

Niazach bites her lip in worry. “Are you sure that’s wise, Mistress? Who knows what awaits us at the next five checkpoints. If this one was any indication, they’re becoming more and more difficult to conquer.”

“I seriously doubt they’ll have psykers at all of them. There’s no way they have that many psykers just waiting to be called in. Besides, if things get dicey, I can just summon in Dheuios to smash right through.”

“Hm. I see. Well if you insist… I’ll let the Ironmongers know.”

She returns to her squad and relays the orders. One of the Tech-Gangers begins shouting in Techna Lingua at her. Since neither you, nor Niazach, actually speak the language of the Mechanicus, his words are lost on you. But perhaps not their meaning. He finishes his tirade, then turns to begin walking away back towards the Underhive.

> [1] Let him go
> [2] Make an example of him
> [3] Tell Niazach to execute him
> [4] Write in

>>1343067
>> [2] Make an example of him

>>1343067
>> [2] Make an example of him
Backbreaker anyone?

>>1343057
>>1343064
Added a flamer to your possessions.

>>1343067
Cowards are, by definition, weak. Especially so if they go so far as to desert rather than fight. An example must be made of this Tech-Ganger. One that makes it very clear that you will not tolerate such weakness in your ranks.

With several powerful strides, you close the gap between your quarry and yourself. Then, with a swing of your right arm, you send one of your scythes into the man’s back. He cries out in pain and comes to a stop, dropping to one knee.

“I gave no one permission to leave,” you snarl at him. “If you won’t fight, then you won’t live. That simple.”

++Go to hell,++ he replies.

“So be it.”

You pull backwards on the chain. The Tech-Ganger’s entire spine comes ripping out of his back, instantly killing him dead. You don’t offer up this particular skull to Khorne though. Refuse like that doesn’t deserve the honor.

“Anyone else have something else to say?” you ask, wheeling on the remaining Ironmongers. They very wisely keep their mouths shut. “No? Good. Then let’s get a move on…”

> Abstract rolling time!
> 10d100 vs a 45 and a 55 alternating for the remaining checkpoints

Rolled 48, 10, 38, 4, 62, 41, 86, 21, 27, 94 = 431 (10d100)

>>1343117

Rolled 82, 40, 13, 21, 55, 7, 58, 86, 83, 19 = 464 (10d100)

>>1343117
whoops

Rolled 82, 64, 11, 44, 34, 34, 62, 52, 38, 83 = 504 (10d100)

>>1343117

Rolled 66, 4, 10, 30, 59, 56, 3, 65, 76, 36 = 405 (10d100)

>>1343117

>>1343123
>>1343133
>>1343134

So assuming I can read today...
#1 - 48, 10 (P,P)
#2 - 13, 4 (P,P)
#3 - 34, 34 (P,P)
#4 - 58, 21 (F,P)
#5 - 27, 19 (P,P)

That means you take a little damage at checkpoint #9. Back in a bit!

>>1343117
Surprisingly, the remaining checkpoints don’t offer much resistance. Either they were simply not designed to handle a daemonic attack force this high up in the Hive, or the Sanctionaries that should have been manning them decided to bail. It doesn’t really matter to you whatever’s the case. All you care about is tearing a path to the Foundry and leaving a message in your wake.

You kill somewhere in the neighborhood of 60 more Sanctionaries along the way. But not without taking some damage yourself. Some lucky stubber fire catches you at just the right angle so as to embed the bullets into your skin. It’s not hard at all to remove them, but it still hurts (-3 wounds). You also lose another two Ironmongers. Good thing you weren’t expecting them to do much of the heavy lifting.

When you do finally arrive at the outskirts of the Shattered Foundry some thirty minutes after Rikiar left, you see a fairly standard manufactorum. The factory is surrounded by an easily cut chain link fence with barbed wire at the top. If the boarded up windows and thick layer of dust everywhere wasn’t proof enough, this place doesn’t seem to have been visited in a very long time. Come to think of it, you didn’t encounter a single soul in a two block radius out from the Foundry. Whatever rumors surround this place must be pretty damn terrifying to the humans.

“I was expecting something… more,” comments Niazach. “It just looks like a big building with cooling towers.”

You shrug. “Maybe there’s something good inside. Only one way to find out.”

> All of these will have a (Per) roll attached to them
> [1] Let Niazach go first, just to be safe
> [2] Take charge and head in first
> [3] Wait for Rikiar to arrive before going inside
> [4] Write in

>>1343201
>> [2] Take charge and head in first
>> [3] Wait for Rikiar to arrive before going inside

>>1343201
>FLank the checkpoint RIkiar should be at while the other set upout of sight

>>1343201

[1] Let Niazach go first, just to be safe

>>1343201
>> [2] Take charge and head in first

I guess we're going with [2] since it's the closest thing to a consensus we have. Back in a bit!

(I forgot the Per roll, oh well. It's fine)

>>1343201
>>1343236
2nded.
> [3] Wait for Rikiar to arrive before going inside

>>1343201
Abandoned manufactorums typically aren’t known for being booby trapped. You doubt you’ll find yourself setting off any traps by going in now. So you cut a hole in the fence large enough to accommodate you and walk towards the building. Now that you’re closer, you can see in the slightly-dim light that the building extends up into the ceiling, which is the next layer of the Hive hundreds of meters above you. There’s several large doors on the exterior which could easily fit an Aquilla Lander, probably used to bring in raw materials and ship out finished products on massive trucks. Patches of green ice linger on the exterior of the cooling towers, even though they don’t seem to have been in use for decades.

You walk up to one of the massive sliding doors and cut off the heavy lock the size of your head. Then you clench the handle and pull it sideways. There’s a rusty sort of creak as the door rolls on its track. You open the door just wide enough to fit a Rhino, then slip inside. It’s about as dark in here as the Underhive was. You can just make out an assembly line that starts with a giant forge, goes through several lines of machinery, then spits out something at the end. What that something is you haven’t a clue. There aren’t any materials currently on the assembly line or in any of the carts you see strewn about.

“Wonder what they made here,” you say to no one in particular. “Anyone found the light switches yet?”

Niazach orders her group of Ironmongers to fan out and search. About five minutes later, great spotlights in the ceiling illuminate. Now that you can see better, you have a good hunch what this Foundry made. You’re no expert in machinery (or forging for that matter), but it occurs to you that this assembly line makes weapons of some sort. More specifically, las guns.

“Huh. So we’ve taken over a las gun plant. I don’t know whether to call that success or an absolute failure.”

“Why not both, Mistress?”

“Because I like to think I’m a realist.”

“I see…”

You continue to explore while you wait for Rikiar and the rest of the Fleshcutters to arrive. It’s a good hour later when the first start showing up. Arius and his immediate retinue walk inside and call out for you in particular. When you find them, Arius says, “Scythe-Mistress, good. I don’t believe any of the Sanctionaries will follow us here. We had a bit of an issue at that checkpoint.”

> [1] You don’t really care so long as they’re here now
> [2] Ask about it
> [3] This is a rare moment with Arius alone. Ask him about his fellow Blademasters and how he feels about Khorne
> [4] Write in

>>1343370
> [2] Ask about it
> [3] This is a rare moment with Arius alone. Ask him about his fellow Blademasters and how he feels about Khorne

>>1343370
>> [2] Ask about it
>> [3] This is a rare moment with Arius alone. Ask him about his fellow Blademasters and how he feels about Khorne

>>1343370
> [1] You don’t really care so long as they’re here now
> [3] This is a rare moment with Arius alone. Ask him about his fellow Blademasters and how he feels about Khorne

>>1343370
“An issue meaning… what, exactly?”

Arius frowns. “There were over a hundred Sanctionaries waiting for us. I guess they thought our large group was more of a problem than yours was. We won the day, but Thela and all his men were wiped out.”

“Hah. Good riddance, I say. I would have needed to make an example out of him at some point. At least this way he died in battle.”

“Right…”

You cross your arms across your chest and rescind your back spines. “So, Arius, tell me. You seem to be the defacto leader out of all the Blademasters. What do you really think of your fellows and of Khorne?”

He considers this carefully before answering, “I… probably would agree with you about Thela. He was never happy with anything. He led by fear, not by example. As for Respa and Osuin, they’re decent enough for fellow gangers. I don’t expect them to stab me in the back, and they get their jobs done without complaint. As for Khorne… Well, I’ll say this much - as long as you don’t force us to fight the entire Hive at once, I’ll worship any being that brings us good fights.”

> [1] That’s a fair answer
> [2] Grill him some more
> [3] Wait for everyone else to arrive
> [4] Write in

We'll break here for the time being. I'll be back around 2am unless these storms cut my power/internet again.

In the meantime, I do have a few questions for you all to consider:

1. What would you like to see from a Tzeentch-aligned character?
2. A Nurgle one?
3. How have you liked combat so far? Do I need to go into more details?
4. Why do artists like lewding Ember?

>>1343459
> [1] That’s a fair answer
> [2] Grill him some more
>The better you worship Khorne, the better you'll be at fighting. Mortals who truly worshipped him ascend into daemonhood themselves, and frankly make my form like frail in comparison. Keep that in mind.

>>1343478
1. NO idea but i'm sure you'll impress
2. See 1
3. Been kinda short so I hope longer fights will happen eventually. Detail is sparse sometimes but alright.
4. Making up for missed opportunities and she is so tsun. Everyone knows tsun get lewd fast.

>>1343478
1 I don't know, maybe a complete 40k (or history, as it were) nerd with a bit of pyromania?

2 no idea, do whatever you think is best

3 as has been said, a few longer fights every no and then would be nice. And hopefully more and more ridiculous shit will happen as we gain power, like in the last quest.

4 Because the idea of her having hatesex with Cinder while Iggy and Nia coach them amuses and arouses me in equal measure.

>>1343518
Fire is very good! also we need to smack some eldar around later!

>>1343370
>“Huh. So we’ve taken over a las gun plant. I don’t know whether to call that success or an absolute failure.”
>“Why not both, Mistress?”
>“Because I like to think I’m a realist.”
idgi

>>1343478
>1. What would you like to see from a Tzeentch-aligned character?
A complete pyro whose randomness and obfuscating stupidity causes explosion endings.
>2. A Nurgle one?
A slob who speaks with enough belches and coughs to be a Banjo-Kazooie character and likes to hold hands.

>>1343645
I was trying to go for the "It can't be both good and bad" angle. Realists would pick one or the other (or so I like to think)

its las guns but its a start on our conquest!

A lasgun with a good enough battery can clear a hole right through the Phalanx, though the blowback will probably be worse than an Exterminatus.

So how does Khorne feel about nuclear wars?

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>>1343478
>1. What would you like to see from a Tzeentch-aligned character?
The opposite of what I expect.
...wait.
If that's what I expect, then I expect to see the exact same as what I expect.
fuggen Tzeentch

>2. A Nurgle one?
See pic

>3. How do I like combat?
I wish there were more dice rolled.

>4. Why do artists like lewding Ember?
I dunno.
Probs wanna fuck her.

>>1344119
>I wish there were more dice rolled.
Well it's not like we've faced a real challenge yet. It's mostly just been trash mortals and crowd scenes.

Once we start picking real fights, we'll probably get more than a round or two per opponent.

>>1344234
This pretty much.

>>1344119
https://youtu.be/uRRY8UWJEUg?t=143

I kinda want to give the ironmongers to Niazach. She could use flunkies

>>1343459
You smile, showing off your fangs. “That’s a fair answer. Just know that the better you worship Khorne, the better you’ll be at fighting. Mortals who rise to greatness and prove themselves worthy of his notice will find themselves gifted with powers unimaginable.”

“I do kinda like the sound of that,” Arius admits. “Perhaps when we have more time you can show me how to properly venerate Him. But ah, here comes Respa and his sect.”

Sure enough, about eighty or so Fleshcutters enter the Foundry led by Respa. He walks up to you, bows, then looks between you and Arius for what to do next. You continue to grin toothily and say, “I want this place secured and turned into a suitable outpost in eight hours. See to it.”

Respa bows once more. “Of course, Scythe-Mistress. Your will be done.”

He relays your orders to his men, who then disperse in groups of two to explore and harden the manufactorum. Arius does something similar, leaving you alone for the moment. You take the time to…

> [1] Find a place where you can set up a throne room
> [2] Confer with Niazach about where best to set up a ritual room
> [3] Accost Feva to have her run a message down to the Ironmongers
> [4] Write in

>>1344504
>[2] "Do you think that if I gave the evil eye really hard to someone through one of these lenses here it would cause their head to explode?"

>>1344504
>> [2] Confer with Niazach about where best to set up a ritual room

we need more daemons!

>>1344504
>> [2] Confer with Niazach about where best to set up a ritual room
>set a room aside to train Arius (maybe others) up, We can make a champion for our god, SHE never did that.

and before I go to bed I leave you this

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eO4P1vYF04A

>>1344504
You don’t think you or anyone under you is about to summon anything anytime soon. Still, you feel like you should set up a ritual room, if only so you can have the Fleshcutters properly offer up the blood and skulls of their vanquished foes to Khorne. Though aside from decorating a space with actual skulls and Khornate iconography, you have no idea what’s involved with a proper Chaos ritual space. Niazach might know, so you go to find her.

You find the daemonette on the raised walkway that looks over the entire assembly line. She smiles as you approach. “Hello Mist- Ember. They look adorable from up here, don’t they?” She motions at the Fleshcutters below. By now most have arrived at the Foundry.

“Adorable in what way?” you ask.

“Ah Khornates. Blind to the finer things in life. Look how eager they are. There’s a fire in their eyes, a sense of purpose. Before they were a miserable lot who only saw fighting between themselves and other gangs. Now they have an entire Hive worth of battles ahead of them. And yet, in the end, such a struggle is meaningless. Their lives will go unnoticed by those they worship. Mere specks of cosmic dust.”

You’re taken somewhat aback. “That sounds rather like something I’d expect to hear from a daemon of Nurgle.”

“Perhaps. Excessive despair and its opposite, hope, is still excess. It’s very easy to manipulate mortals if you take the time to figure out how they work.”

“Speaking of which, I was hoping you could help me set up a ritual room. That way we can start properly instructing them in the ways of Chaos.”

“Ah, but of course! We’ll need to find a space about twenty to thirty meters in length and width. The bigger the better. Bonus if it can be segmented into eight equal parts.”

You look down at the manufactorum floor. “Guess we’d better get looking, then.”

> 1d100 vs 33 (Per)

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>1344574
>1d100

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>1344574

>>1344574

>>1344583
You forgot your dice anon

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>1344574
Would us putting a las lens over one of our eyes up our perception?

>>1344591
should I roll again?

>>1344578
>>1344579
>>1344594
Seems you have a bit of difficulty finding a suitable place. Back in a bit!

>>1344594
No. But you might earn credit with the Ironmongers since they're all about worshiping energy weapons.

>>1344599
>worshipping energy weapons
Oy vey, that's the wrong kind of worship.

>>1344574
The pair of you spend an hour and the better part of a second looking around the Foundry for a suitable place. The problem you keep running into is the assembly line. It takes up quite a bit of space on the main floor. That leads to tight spaces all around. You think about maybe using a storeroom, but when you poke your head inside one you see that the Fleshcutters are already repurposing it to serve as barracks. No joy there. In the end, the only large enough space you can find is directly in front of the massive kilns used to melt the glass Desoleum is widely known for. Said kilns haven’t been used in decades, but it’s still not ideal.

“I think this is the best we’re going to get,” comments Niazach as you both retrace your steps to the kilns. “It’s open and mostly rectangular. I think if we set up an altar there, before the kilns, and place the ritual circle here…”

> [1] She seems to know what she’s doing. You have better things to do.
> [2] Help her out
> [3] Write in

>>1344615
> [2] Help her out

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>>1344615
> [1] While she takes care of that, you've definitely got a Khornate ritual to share with your blood siblings.

>>1344615
> [2] Help her out

Guess we're going with [2]. Back in a bit!

>>1344615
You’ve got nothing else better to do, so you help her out. Most of the work is clearing the space of debris and other refuse that’s been left here for countless years. When you’re finished, the area’s practically spotless.

“Good,” says Niazach. “Now for the truly important part. We need to either build or summon an altar.”

“I’m no expert, but summoning sounds a hell of a lot easier than making one from scratch. Besides, there’s not many raw materials around to use aside from corrugated metal.”

“Hm. Well, summoning carries with it risk, as do all rituals. We’re essentially asking all four Chaos Gods to lend us an infinitesimal amount of their power. No offense, but neither of us is important enough to only beseech our own gods.”

“You may have a point. So what exactly could go wrong here?”

She shrugs. “Anything from summoning another Warp entity to tearing the surroundings to pieces. It really depends on the quality of our sacrifice and our own willpower.”

You raise an eyebrow at her. “Sacrifice? I assume you mean one of the Fleshcutters.”

“Indeed. I don’t think there are any latent psykers among them, so it doesn’t matter which we use. Though the more souls we commit to the ritual, the better.”

Hm…

> All of these are WP rolls with varying levels of difficulty
> [1] Proceed with no sacrifice
> [2] Use one Fleshcutter
> [3] Use eight
> [4] Use (INSERT NUMBER HERE)
> [5] Put off the summoning for now

>>1344677
>> [5] Put off the summoning for now
Can't we just build an altar first before we go to summoning it from the depths of the warp?

>>1344677
> [3] Use eight
Ask for volunteers before pressganging people into being sacrificed.

>>1344677
> [3] Use eight victors of a quick fight ring tourney.

>>1344686
>>1344693
Which vote do you want me to count?

>>1344677
I guess I'll support >>1344683
Maybe the more suicidal ones first. Having our better fighters die by sacrifice rather than in battle isn't a great idea.

I think we're going with [3], preferring volunteers and the suicidal ones. In the meantime, please roll me a 1d100 vs a 41.

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>1344708

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>1344708

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>1344708

>>1344711
>>1344712
>>1344714
Oh boy. That could not have worked out better if I tried. Hold onto your butts. Back in a bit!

>>1344711
>>1344712
>>1344714
Welp, we'll have to take prisoners in the next battle then.

We need a herald, or at least a Chen Gong. https://youtu.be/hguUR39BCAM

>>1344677
You imagine you can find sacrifices pretty easily. It’s just a matter of asking the Blademasters for volunteers, suicidal fighters, and/or weaklings. While Niazach prepares, you do just that. It takes some back and forth with Osuin, Respa, and Arius, but eventually you gather up eight scroungy-looking humans that seem to be sporting far less scars than their fellows. You herd them back towards Niazach, who’s done quite a bit in your absence. She’s burned the eight pointed star of Chaos into the floor in the middle of the space, with candles at each point. Where she got the candles from you don’t really want to know.

“Ah good,” she says as she looks over the group. “Each of you stand at a point and pick up a candle. Yes, just like that. Now focus on the flame and repeat after me.”

She leads them in a twisted chant in the language of the Warp. That is to say she has them speaking in tongues, as humans would flavor it. You note that while she’s leading them that she’s not committing any energy to the ritual, whereas the sacrifices are. Their energy and life-force begins to drain out of them towards the center of the Star of Chaos. Eight waving tendrils of energy from each of their chests coalesce into a stormy ball that crackles with Warp energy.

At the height of the chant, Niazach calls out, “Now, Ember. Seek out the Chaos Gods blessing! Devote a small part of yourself to call them here!”

You do so, committing a small portion of your own energy (-1 wound) to the ritual along with Niazach. The addition causes the remains of the sacrifices’ souls to be torn from their body. All eight corpses slump to the ground as the miniature Warp Storm rages. It starts to admit a great howling noise, one you’d associate with beings that call the Formless Wastes home. Then, in a great flash of light, the ball explodes in a great cloud of smoke.

You’re sent sliding back a good meter before you catch yourself. Looking up, you see that something has formed within the remnants. At first you think it’s an altar, but then you start to realize that the shape is humanoid. The smoke clear, and you find yourself looking upon something that you only barely knows exist. It’s a daemon, skin and scales colored black and white, with three sets of arms and two tails. In all, that makes eleven endpoints on its body. There’s no doubt in your mind - this is a being of Malice.

“Daemons of Slaanesh and Khorne,” it says in a thunderous voice. “Your pleasure and pain, your blood and skulls, shall be denied to you. You shall die here in the name of the Renegade God!”

Welp.

> [1] Attack it first (WS)
> [2] Try to reason with it? Maybe? (Fel)
> [3] Yell at Niazach to do something
> [4] Let the Malice daemon come to you (Ag)
> [5] Write in

And that's where we'll call it for the night. Make sure to vote between now and 6pm!

Hopefully this will be the much longer fight that some of you were hoping for. Also a Malice cameo, always neat.

>>1344744
> [1] Attack it first (WS)
Probably a good skull for the throne.

>>1344744
> [4] Let the Malice daemon come to you (Ag)
Bring it.

>>1344744
Can this develop into a threeway battle?

>>1344761
I mean if you really want to fight Niazach at the same time, sure I guess? Otherwise I just assumed she'd be on your side until you told her to fuck off.

>>1344765
Is Niazach a throwable weapon?

>>1344744
> [1] Attack it first (WS)

>>1344744
>> [1] Attack it first (WS)

>>1344744
>> [1] Attack it first (WS)

Well... shit. A non-canon daemon serving a non-canon god is here to end our non-canon story!

>>1344744
> [5] Summon the GW legal team
> [1] Attack it first (WS)
> [3] Yell at Niazach to do something
Try to bind it! An avowed enemy of the four? We can use it as our altar!

>>1344744
>> [1] Attack it first (WS)

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>>1343478
1. an uplifting yet sinister message, like the Obama of chaos. all leading up to the master plan of course! and sorcery, egregious amounts of sorcery.

2. ummm sneezing?

3. Ive only read this thread, but you've done well. a bit sparse perhaps, but solid overall.

4. anything with tits.

>>1344957
>an uplifting yet sinister message, like the Obama of chaos.
/pol/ pls go

>>1344957
>the Obama of chaos
https://youtu.be/RaOY3FXxUwk

If we can get a planet under Khorne, Slaanesh, and Malal, that means we can have a really big war bash!

>>1345114
>few months later

https://youtu.be/9wJpBPckm9U