>>1763069

>D: Alcibiades. I have always liked that name...

>>1763069
> C. "Lucius Alexander Ferrum"

>>1763069
>> C. "Lucius Alexander Ferrum"
'avin a LAF there, mate.

>>1763069
> C. "Lucius Alexander Ferrum"

>>1763069
> C. "Lucius Alexander Ferrum"

>>1763069

> C

>>1763069
> A."Lawrence Perceval Ferrum"

>You had argued with Khorne
>Argued with Khorne
>Khorne

PALS WITH THE BLOOD GOD

>>1763069

> D. " Alcibiades Quorum Ferrum"

>>1763069
> B. "Claudius Arealius Ferrum"
Claudius is good name

>>1763096
>>1763089
>>1763084
>>1763089


>Welcome Lucius Alexander Ferrum

You had always been proud of your name. Proud of the lineage it carried with it. From all the old stories your mother and father would tell you, your family had been both warriors and craftsmen since the dawn of the human age. Equal parts skilled in the heat of the forge and battlefield it had been these very stories that had ignited your desire to become a huntsman in the first place, even in the face of your inherent handicap.

A sad smile graces your lips as you look down at your left leg, encased in the bluish metallic housing that allowed the limb to function. Rising up to just below the knee, you had only had the thing for a year but much like it's predecessors it was as much a part of you as your hair. Such had been the case since your fifth birthday.

You were told that at birth they had discovered that the bones below your knee had either been grown incorrectly or had fused in such a way that they would be unable to support your body weight. Your parents had been devastated at the thought, given the program was tailored to raise huntsmen; something you could no longer be. However that mentality had changed when you were five and as a birthday wish declared that you wished to be a huntsmen like all the other children.

This spark, this simple wish would come true within a few months when the very first of many braces to come was slapped onto your leg and allowed you to walk for the very first time. It would also begin the many jeers and jokes at your expense thanks to the (then) clunky and audible hunk of metal that was strapped to your leg.

It was also how you and Khrone had met for the first time as:

>A. one of the many bullies that made fun of you
>B. The first kid to stand up for you
>C. Another kid who was also bullied
>D. The eccentric kid of the the whole program

>>1763152

>E. The Chaos God of war, blood, slaughter, valor and honor. Decided to hang around you to act as a corrupting influence later on-off friend

>>1763152
>C. Another kid who was also bullied

>>1763152
>D. The eccentric kid of the the whole program

>E. The Chaos God of war, blood, slaughter, valor and honor. Decided to hang around you to act as a corrupting influence later on-off friend

>>1763152
>A. One of the many bullies that made fun of you

Khrone also used to beat the shit out of us.

So, joke answers are fine, just also post an actual response. Although I find it amusing to think of This 4'11 twerp as being the god of blood and war, Khrone is not so.

>>1763152

> C

>>1763152

>A. one of the many bullies that made fun of you

>>1763178

Khorne can appear in whatever form he can. Besides, I want there to be shenanigans of manlet Khorne beating the shit out of people bigger than him.

LET THERE BE MANLET KHORNE

>A. one of the many bullies that made fun of you

>>1763152

>A. one of the many bullies that made fun of you

I'll give it another five Minutes since it's a close vote.

Just as planned

Can all our friends be mispelled chaos gods?

>>1763198

Tzeentch! I have a request, stop making me have strokes

>>1763206

Nrugle, Slannish, Tziinch, Mlal

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Nope

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>>1763243

>>1763243

Why do I even worship you? Oh yeah, knowledge and to be better at warp shenanigans

>>1763152

When you had first known each other, Khrone was in fact not your best friend.

He was one of your worst enemies.

Along with Mars, Violet and the other children he had been the pioneer of many of the jokes at your expense. Tin Man, Clanker and of course your favorite:

Lucy.

To this day it was still the name he would call you by when he was serious; this of course was almost never.

And that was just a small portion of how your first six years in the Icarus Program had been. While you personally had no idea as to what the end goal was, what little you could glean was obvious. It was an Atleasian project that had been designed to train children to become the ultimate huntsman. Even now, nearly a decade after the training had began much of the little lessons that had been drilled into your head still stuck.

'A Huntsman's best friend is his weapon, but a Huntsman's greatest weapon is his mind'

'You are an independent warrior; however you are also your partners sword, and they your shield. You will only succeed so long as each of you can support each other'

'A missed shot is a missed opportunity'

The list went on.

Naturally all these thoughts of combat lessons and conditioning training had brought your eyes to your weapon:

>A. An arming sword that doubled as a dustcrossbow
>B. A simple and humble Warhammer that separated into massive pistols.
>C. A broad Battleaxe that could split between two smaller axes or a shotgun.
>D Annon's choice.

>>1763276
>>C. A broad Battleaxe that could split between two smaller axes or a shotgun.

>>1763276
>>C. A broad Battleaxe that could split between two smaller axes or a shotgun.

>>1763276
>C.

>>1763276

>D Annon's choice.

A drill blade that transforms into a small Dust-powered railgun

>>1763276
>C. A broad Battleaxe that could split between two smaller axes or a shotgun.

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>>1763276
>D: Two curved short swords
that combine for form a dust bow

>>1763276
>D. Dual Shields

>>1763276
>D: Supporting this >>1763306

Alright then, to be fair to everyone since I like these ideas

>A Battleaxe into twin axes or shotgun
>B Twin swords that become a bow
>C twin shields
>D any of the others

>>1763335
>A Battleaxe into twin axes or shotgun

>>1763335
>B Twin swords that become a bow

>>1763335
>A

>>1763335
Still voting for
>>A Battleaxe into twin axes or shotgun

>>1763335
>>A Battleaxe into twin axes or shotgun

goddamn it, we voting again for no reason?

>>1763335
>A Battleaxe into twin axes or shotgun

>>1763335

>C twin shields

The best offense is a good defense...

>>1763335
>B Twin swords that become a bow

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>mfw I suggest what could be Ea and no one goes for it

Feels bad man

>>1763352
Just being fair for the Sake of democracy

Writin.

>>1763367
When one vote has basically already won don't have us vote again for the same thing because people who voted originally might not be around to vote for it again and then if that doesn't win when it should've it will start a shitstorm

>>1763367

I just hope we can trade this Port weapon for Drach'Nyen later. Do better with it than Abbadon

>>1763378
PURGING WITH OUR KIN!!!!!!!!!!!!

>>1763385

Purge the Grimm, besides Drach'Nyen is able to turn into whatever. And Abbadon just so happens to pick a giant sword? WE CAN BE CREATIVE WITH IT

>>1763397
We turn it into Yang's titties.

>>1763378
Nah, this battleaxe can be Gorechild.

>>1763276

Your father had always said the simplest weapon was the most elegant. And In your mind nothing was simpler than the noble and tested Battleaxe.

Currently propped up against the wall in its compact form, the massive weapon was still rather sizable at a good two feet. Having built the weapon yourself you knew that the moment your hand made contact with the haft the assembly would extend to a massive five feet.

While this was still short of your massive six foot frame the weapon was certainly big enough to give anyone a shock, especially with you able to move it around with a practice ease that bordered on art.

This wasn't even the fun part of the weapon, as with a quick twist the axe would split into two equally dangerous axes, their hafts also capable of firing dust shells to make some space.

All in all, an simple and effective weapon.

It hadn't been your first weapon, which had been lost during the evacuation from Icarus all those years back. But then again few things were. Reaching into your pocket you pulled out the last memento you had of your family:

> A. your fathers old pocket watch
> B. your fathers old lighter
> C. Your mothers Journal
> D. Your mothers necklace.

>>1763419
>A. your father's old pocket watch

>>1763419
> A. your fathers old pocket watch

>>1763419
> A. your fathers old pocket watch

>>1763419
> A. your fathers old pocket watch

>>1763335
>B Twin swords that become a bow

>>1763419
>A. your fathers old packet watch
Always good to know the time

Also
>your massive six foot frame
t.manlet
You know how big the people in rwby are right Op?

>>1763419
A. your fathers old pocket watch

>>1763419
>> A. your fathers old pocket watch

>>1763433

When I say massive I don't mean by how tall, I mean rather your a barrel chested guy who is six feet tall. As in muscular mass.

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>>1763456
And every inch of us is covered in hair

>>1763456
Aye

>>1763419
>>A. your fathers old packet watch

>>1763419
>> D. Your mothers necklace.

>>1763419
> A. your fathers old pocket watch

>>1763407

We'll get to the real deal, not like the other RWBY quest where so many anons want to fuck a toaster.

>>1763412

I want the Chaos Undivided route anon, that way we're the guy that all our Chaos God friends like

>>1763419

> B. your fathers old lighter

TIME TO START FIRES

>>1763456

We were bullied by a 4'11 Khorne? Jesus this is sad already

>>1763500
Than we impregnate the Yang.

>>1763500
You were like, 9 dude!

>>1763500
We're apparently a pretty big guy now

>>1763419

The watch was interestingly enough a standard issue to all adults at Icarus, given its unique designed inner plate. Even Khrone had one from his father; however the one you now held had value immeasurable to you. Though there had been a few new scratches on the face and the inner glass was now faded by innumerable nights of fiddling and polishing, it still ran perfectly as the day it had been first wound.

It was the last thing you had managed to grab from your home on the premises before running for the bullheads that were evacuating whoever they could. Your parents had naturally joined all the other parents in stopping the onslaught of Grimm that had overrun the facility. Meanwhile you and all the other children were being escorted away by Mr O and there on-site staff Atlas had hired.

However none of that would amount to anything in the moments that had since redefined your life. You remember it all clearly, however it still feels like a dream.

Khrone had tripped and fallen during the run and some of the Grimm had broken through. All the adults that were escorting you all were all heading toward the beasts but you had been their first. Staring you dead in your Jade eyes was a:

>A. Beowolf
>B. Boarbatusk
>C. Ursa
>D. Death Stalker

>>1763529
>C. Ursa

>>1763515

You and I are gonna get along just fine anon, but betray me in the waifu war I'll be sure you end up a Chaos sp

>>1763523

I still feel sorrow our bully is Khorne the manlet

>>1763529

>E. Goliath

I WANT A RAL FIGHT HERE

>>1763529
>D. Death Stalker

>>1763529
>D. Death Stalker

>>1763529
>C. Ursa

>>1763533
And than we introduce Yang to the true gods.

>>1763529

> D. Death Stalker

>>1763529
>C. Ursa
Nothing too extreme yet

>>1763529
>D. Death Stalker

>>1763529
>D. Death Stalker

>>1763533

>Ral

Pardon my stroke, meant to say real. Plus I want some ivory from the great elephant Grimm

>>1763543

Our body and mind was crafted by the Dark Gods themselves. How else would we be so ripped if it wasn't for Khorne?

>>1763529
>>D. Death Stalker

>>1763558

You're about to find out

Writing

>>1763558
Apparently we were in a project to become the "Ultimate huntsman" so maybe they gave us Astartes or more likely Spartan enhancements.

>>1763599

Fair, and I'm sure Slaanesh gave us OTHER enhancements as well. Hinthintnudgenudgewinkwinkyouknowthewholejokeimmakinghere

>>1763529

Staring back at you, the massive scorpion Grimms glowing red eyes terrified you, but your foolish determination to be a hero grounded you in your action. That action being to kick the Death Stalker's stinger away from Khrone with your metallic brace.

If you were armed now would be about the time you'd have followed up such a move; but you weren't. Instead you reached down to pull the boy up, and thus made the biggest mistake of your short life.

You can barely remember the feeling of the beasts pincers as it grabbed your arm and hoisted you into the air, dangling helplessly in its grip. But the terror and images are all to clear as it's other pincher reached out and took your other arm and began pulling. Remembering it all you can't help but imagine that the beast was toying with you, as at your more mature self realizes it could have torn you apart like a child tearing apart cotton candy.

However this process was sadistically slow, and if it weren't for your semblance...you'd be dead.

Transmutation: the power of change.

You don't know how you knew how to do it, but in the span of a minute the Death Stalker had turned completely to solid, unmoving iron. This however would prove to be too much between the energy spent and the pain.

You passed out.

When you had awoken three days later, it had been a wrecking ball. Your parents had died in the defense of Icarus, all your possessions had been destroyed. Oh, and best of all: from the collar down your arms were gone.

In their place were two simple prosthetic arms, barely capable of holding a pen steady. However as the days passed you learned you weren't the worst. Some had lost legs, some had lost arms. Some had lost most of their bodies.

And Khrone? Because of you he had kept his life but lost:

>A. An leg
>B. An arm
>C. An eye
>D. The fucker lost nothing!

> Both of his legs

>>1763635
>D. The fucker lost nothing!

So we Fullmetal Alchemist now?

>>1763635
>A. An leg
It'd be pretty poetic

>>1763635
>D. The fucker lost nothing!

>>1763635
>D. The fucker lost nothing!

We just traded our arms for this fucker.

>>1763635

>C. An eye

Well goddamn, we're an alchemist now. Let our manlet blood god let this form have an eyepatch

>>1763635
>>A. An leg
So now he understands us

>>1763635
>>A. An leg

>>1763635
C. An eye

>>1763635
>>D. The fucker lost nothing!

If I count the both legs, it's a tie between losing a leg and losing nothing. Gonna need to get a tiebreaker or I'll roll for it.

>>1763709
Just flip a coin or something

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>1763709

>1.
Khrone loses a leg
>2.
Khrone loses nothing.

>>1763736
Cripple buddies 4 lyf

>>1763635

When you saw Khrone next would be a few days from when you first woke up, an equally simplistic "scaffold" style leg replacing his left leg. He looked as terrible as you felt and for the first time he probably really saw you, and you saw him.

As tentative as the budding friendship has been, a mutual agreement formed between the two of you: you'd help each other become huntsmen, or you'd both fail. And with that agreement put in words, both you got to work and In the coming months it became apparent that the two of you were a perfect match.

Khrone was an incredibly skilled engineer, and some of the ideas he had while insane were well beyond what anyone in Atlas was doing and between your ability to transmute and smith it became a reality. Within a year gone were the useless throwaways and in were the first steps in a series of innovations.

As each of you grew and changed so did the technical complexity and ability of each of you. You however opted for:
>Pick Two
>A. Dust Cannons
>B. Increased durability
>C. Increased Strength.
>D. Aura manipulation

>>1763736
Damn

>>1763811
>D. Aura manipulation
>>1763813
Dice Gods are brutal anon

>>1763811
>D. Aura Manipulation

>>1763811
>C. Increased Strength.
>D. Aura manipulation
sorry, didn't see the >pick two, ignore my first post>>1763818

>>1763811
>B.
>C.

>>1763831
Supporting this

>>1763811
>B. Increased durability
>D. Aura manipulation

>>1763811
>>D. Aura manipulation
>B. Increased durability
lets try not to lose any more limbs

>>1763811
>D. Aura manipulation

>>1763811
>>B. Increased durability
>>C. Increased Strength.

>>1763811
>A. Dust Cannons
>D. Aura manipulation

>>1763811
>>B. Increased durability
>D. Aura manipulation

>>1763811
>A. Dust Cannons
>D. Aura manipulation

Writin.

>>1763811

While they were certainly strong enough to swing your axe (which still needs to be named) with an ease that is seemingly laughable, it was their durability that really stood out. It had taken you and Khrone six months to even figure out how to make the alloy and another three to actually build them, but the end results were spectacular. A tungsten-titanium-carbon mixture, as heavy as they were they could stand up to just about anything that any grimm or huntsman alike could throw at them.

Additionally it made them great hammers of force, ensuring that even without your axe you'd be able to handle yourself. To top it all off beneath this durable shell a lattice of Proto-dust alloy ran, allowing you to channel your aura through it.

You had to admit, it was a pretty sweet deal.

You were roused from your thoughts by the feeling of your new scroll buzzing. Peering over to it you see that it's unmistakably Khrone, his picture giving it away.

Do you answer?

>Yes
>No

>>1763910
>>Yes

Why not

>>1763910
>Yes

>>1763910
>>Yes

>>1763910
>>Yes
I don't see why not. Why is this even a choice? Unless some people wanted to be a bit of a jerk to our best bud lol

>>1763910
>No

>>1763910
>>Yes

>>1763910
>Yes

>>1763910
>Yes

>>1763910

"Finally took it out of the box I see, Tin-Man!" The drawling voice of Khrone teases, his voice nearly crystal clear through the other end of the line.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever clanker." You remark back with a chuckle, rolling your eyes. "What's up?" You ask.

"Was just walking through town, figured I'd asked you if you're all packed. You know the airship leaves early tomorrow." He answers, you can almost hear his boredom.

"You know I'm packed, you've been a mother hen about it ever since we arrived in Vale. What do you actually want?" You reiterate, the oncoming headache already forming.

"I figured I should grab some extra dust in case, want to join me?" He asks.

>A. I'm fine, I've got plenty of dust to spare if you just want to borrow some.
>B. I'm fine, but if you want to pick some up feel free.
>C. I could use some dust, just pick some up and I'll repay you
>D. I could use some, yeah. Where are you I'll meet you.

>>1763962
>D. I could use some, yeah. Where are you I'll meet you.

>>1763962
>D. I could use some, yeah. Where are you I'll meet you.

>>1763962
>>D. I could use some, yeah. Where are you I'll meet you.

My plot senses are tingling.

>>1763962
>D.

>>1763962
>D. I could use some, yeah. Where are you I'll meet you.

>>1763962
>D. I could use some, yeah. Where are you I'll meet you.
Pssh, who wants to sit around in a hotel room all night when there's adventure to be had outside?

>>1763962
>>A. I'm fine, I've got plenty of dust to spare if you just want to borrow some.

>>1763962
>>D. I could use some, yeah. Where are you I'll meet you.

>>1763962

Thinking it over you realize that you're running low on a few kinds of dust. While normally one only required dust for their weapons due to the various pieces of hardware that were vital to your ability to function, you always needed more than most. Granted per capita that wouldn't mean very much, but it never hurts to be forward thinking.

"Sure, I could use a tiny bit to top off. Where were you thinking of going?" You ask him, getting up from the desk and making your way for the door. For an split second you think to take your weapon with you but shake that off; it's the city, you'll be safe as can be!

"There's a small shop still open. I'll send you the details to your school, see you there, tin-man!" He says before abruptly hanging up. Throwing on your jacket your scroll vibrates against your bandaged hand and you see an address and the name of the shop "From Dust Till Dawn"

>Roll me a quick 1d100 please.

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>1764052

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>1764052

>>1764052

>>1764057
Fuck yeah. Late to the thread, arrive in time for the first roll of the quest.

inb4 roll under

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>1764052

>>1764057
>>1764058
AYYYYYYYYYYY
>>1764064
You disappoint me

Well on one hand I fucked up my dice roll and on the other >>1764057 this guy is great.

>>1764064
>>1764058
>>1764057

Even so averages to 76

Writtin

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>>1764075
>Averages to 76
>Averages
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

>>1764075
>Averages
Pls

>>1764075
>Average of 3

oh no

>>1764075

>Averages

But why? WHY?!

>>1764075
I don't know how to feel about averaging, but that sounds sketchy in regards to trying to roll high.

Oh relax. I asked for one roll and you got a 97. I pointed It out for shits and giggles.

>>1764089
Just to clarify, it wasn't gonna be a best out of three? It had to be the first roll?

>>1764092
It was. Was gonna define some numbers. If I want more Rolls I'll denote it.

Fuck. Dinner, post may Be delayed

>>1764101
Fuck

>>1764141

It could be worse anon.

Anyways, since our Semblance is transmutation. Let's think of shenanigans we can perform using it while we wait

>>1764153
Midas touch

>>1764153
We could transmate rocks into gold and become a billionaire

>Touch the earth, make it gold, just the entire earth is now gold.

>>1764153
We could turn a wall into paper, an easy out literally at our fingertips. Depending on how aura-intensive that kind of thing is of course.
>>1764155
>>1764159
I mean sure, but that has a lot of potential to fuck with the economy. Since our aura is presumably a known thing, what with us coming from some Atlas training program, it wouldn't surprise me if somebody was keeping an eye on that kind of thing.

This is what he said our exact semblance is Transmute- By pushing his aura into an object, he is capable of transmuting it into whatever element he desires. However the higher on the periodic table and the more matter being transmuted, the more energy it takes. He is also incapable of making alloys or dust (he can make the two separate elements however, and mix them by normal means once transmuted)

>>1764167

Fuck of Emps, you're not wanted here

>>1764193

We could just grab Mercury's prosthetic legs and turn them into Hydrogen

>>1764197
We could fuck up a lot of people just by touching them. Unless it doesn't work on living/organic material. Either way we can fuck with people's weapons and clothing. Turn their weapons into styrofoam and their clothing into steel. How long would we need to maintain contact to infuse our aura and trasmute something? I mean, pushing our aura into an object makes it sound like it'll need more than just a single brush of our fingers.

>>1764052As you make your way down the road towards the shop, you see Khrone sitting on one of the many benches of the city, his crook dangling off the lamppost above him. For someone as small as him, it still made you chuckle seeing the seven foot crook he had chosen for his weapon. Giving him a casual wave you watched him retrieve the crook with a jump and join you in step.

"What took you so long tin-man? Need some oil for those joints" he jokes, his purple eyes twinkling with mischief as he slid the massive walking stick into a sheathe onto his back as it collapsed to a far more tolerable size.

"You're one to talk, Khrone, your leg is more bits than mine." You respond, placing your rather weighty hand on his head, much to his annoyance.

"Now now, to business. What do you need to grab? I thought you had enough for your hydraulics for another week or so." He asked, taking a moment struggle from beneath your hand to look up at you.

Before you can respond you see the front of the shop turn a glowing orange before the glass blasts out in a large explosion. Immediately you throw your arms in front of yourself; Khrone ducking behind you.

Once the blast clears you can see that a duo of sedans have also pulled up, a group of armed gentlemen in white suits getting and moving towards the now smoking building.

There's a robbery afoot!

>A. Call the police, you don't have your weapon
>B. Call the cops and try and stop the robbery
>C. You're a huntsman in training! TO ACTION!
>D. Run away!

Dinner, will be awhile until next post.

>>1764213
>C. You're a huntsman in training! TO ACTION!
Mama never raised no quitter. We've got mecha-limbs, we're gotta use them.

>>1764213
>C. You're a huntsman in training! TO ACTION!

>>1764207

Those are the real questions, if it works on organic/living things. I want to turn Cardin's eyes into lead

>>1764213

>C. You're a huntsman in training! TO ACTION!

Also for a weapon name, let's call it Soulsplitter. I'M STILL GOING FOR THE DARK GODS

>>1764213

> C You're a huntsman in training! TO ACTION!

>>1764213
>>C. You're a huntsman in training! TO ACTION!

>>1764213
>C. You're a huntsman in training! TO ACTION!

>>1764213
>C.

>>1764246

>A Flayed Man

Did the Boltons do it to you?

>>1764213
>>C. You're a huntsman in training! TO ACTION!
oh neat, we're making sure rwby doesn't make it to beacon

>>1764271
Nah. Night Lords.

>>1764275
From the looks of things it might have been out of the cards to begin with. The robbery from canon started pretty calmly compared to the Michael Bay version here. Unless of course we're doing a triple team on Roman. That could be fun as well.

dinner should be wrapping up shortly. As for ruby not making it; she'll be there in beacon don't you worry

>>1764457
Great.

>>1764457

Muy bueno

>>1764473

I'm sorry the Night Lords flayed you, but are you an Imperial necrophile or a Xeno?

>>1764457
booo

>>1764213

Subconsciously you reach for your weapon when you realize that like an idiot you'd left it in the room.

'No matter' you think to yourself as the thugs split up, half of them running into the building to pillage the shop when the sound of gunfire rings in your ears.

There's someone in there.

Narrowing your eyes you look to Khrone who just nods, his crook already extending before transitioning again into a massive rifle. Watching him grab onto the newly extended bolt he opens the massive device as you're already on the move.

>Roll 1d100+10 because you've got the drop on these chumps.

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>1764562

Rolled 66 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1764562

Rolled 9 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1764562

Rolled 6 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1764562

>>1764562
God dammit I didn't see the +10

Rolled 42 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1764562

>>1764594
>>1764594
Well, luckily it still counts since it's obvious what you got.

>>1764575
I don't think QM is literally Hitler so it still counts

Haha no worries. I can count. Also...oohhh those rolls hurt. But you're lucky on those first two.

Writin

>>1764602
>>1764603
Its the principle of things, first I forgot to roll at all then I couldn't read. The only thing that excuses me is that it was a good roll.

>>1764626
No I get it, but it was an honest mistake. Besides, I'd have probably counted it whether it was good or bad, just fair that way.

>>1764639
Thats my bad, what I should have said was "the only thing that excuses myself (in my own eyes) is that it was a good roll"

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>>1764562

By the time Khrone's shot rings out with its audible 'crack' you're already halfway across the distance between the group of thugs, by the time it collides with the centermost thug it's already too late for the rest. Bringing hands up you can see the surprise on the closest victims face as he turns to face you with only a feet to go. Raising his weapon in alarm as he's about to fire your bandaged hand grips the guns barrel, the shots harmlessly scuffing the metal beneath before the gun in his hands explodes.

He cannot even finish screaming before your other hand lashes out and catches him by the collar. Pulling him forward you drive your braced knee into the man's chest before letting him simply drop to the ground in a groaning heap.

By this point the rest of the company has realized there is someone at their party who WASN'T invited and turn to fire at you. Turning to face the closer of the two you hear another shot ring out and hope to the high heavens it was Khrone as you duck low, bringing your arms up to cover your face. You can feel slight push of each round but trudge on regardless.

As the final step to the man is crossed you can tell he's run out of bullets and with a savage grin you rear your right hand back in a fist and throw it directly into the mans face. His aura holds up for a split second before you feel the bones begin to rearrange painfully to accommodate your fist before he rockets down the sidewalk.

Having not been shot you correctly guess that Khrone has dealt with the last one, his footsteps echoing down the street. Before you can turn to celebrate within however the four earlier goons, now numbering six run out in a panic. The sound of metal clashing on metal behind them. Before you can even guess the alley beside the shop erupts in another fireball. A gentlemen bursting through the plume being chased by a smaller individual in red.

How do you proceed?

>A. Disengage and give chase to the fleeing individual. Khrone can handle things.
>B. Send Khrone to help the red individual, you can mop the floor with these chumps
>C. Have the two of you clean up shop then give chase
>D. Other.

>>1764720
>B.

>>1764720
>A. Disengage and give chase to the fleeing individual. Khrone can handle things.

>>1764720
>>A. Disengage and give chase to the fleeing individual. Khrone can handle things.

>>1764720

>A. Disengage and give chase to the fleeing individual. Khrone can handle things.

Khorne: Chaos God, Manlet, and now: Body Janitor

>>1764720
>A. Disengage and give chase to the fleeing individual. Khrone can handle things.

>>1764720
>C. Have the two of you clean up shop then give chase

>>1764720
>C. Have the two of you clean up shop then give chase
Let's let Ruby get her moment to shine. Either way I'm sure Roman is gonna get away.

>>1764762
Good point.

>>1764729
Changing vote to
>C.

>>1764762
Better for her to recognize us later though

Closing the vote

Writin

>>1764720

Seeing this you bolt for the alley, drawing the eyes of the thugs just long enough for Khrone to get in close. You hear the satisfying sound of skin on concrete as Khrone quickly gets to work. Drowning out the sound you jump and grab hold of the fire escape only to grunt as the metal warps beneath your fingers; the heat having weakened the material. Undeterred you instead slam your hand into the wall, making your own handholds as you climb your way up.

Finally mantling over the lip of the roof you make your way towards the ongoing fight; leaping over the rooftops. Landing on their roof you begin your charge!

Who are you targeting?
>A. The man in white
>B. The person in red

>>1764849
>B. The Person in red
Why not?
Lets scream at the top of our lungs while doing it

>>1764849
>>A. The man in white
Since he's in the lead

>>1764849
>>A. The man in white
He was running

>>1764849
>>A. The man in white

>>1764863
>>1764875
Yeah, good point.
>>1764859
Changing vote to
>A.
But still ask that we scream at the top of our lungs

>>1764849
>>A. The man in white

>>1764849
>A. The man in white

>>1764849

>A. The man in white

COME ROMAN, AND OFFER YOUR BLOOD TO THE BLOOD GOD!

>>1764859
>>1764863
>>1764875
>>1764879
>>1764887
>>1764891
>>1764895
>>1764897

Roll 1d100-10 due to battle cry of GREAT JUSTICE!

Rolled 3 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1764908

SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>1764908

Rolled 97 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1764908

Rolled 77 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1764922
goddamit I swear I had it as minus. And to my shame it was a 97.

>>1764922
>>1764931
Alright, now I know it's not me fucking up, I triple checked that shit. I give up.

>>1764931
>>1764946
just try your best so long as you roll the correct dice

FOR GREAT JUSTICE! YOUR FIST SHALL BE THE FIST THAT PIERCE THE HEAVENS!

>>1764959
Nah BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD is definitely the way to go.

>>1764849

You can feel the cement crack beneath your foot as your brace digs into it, your mouth dropping on its own as you let out a deep bellowing yell:

"Lights out asshole!"

The man spins to you in surprise, his deep green eyes widening as your pot-marked bandaged fist comes within inches of his torso. However your cry of assault manages to give him just enough time to bring his weapon, a cane, up to block your strike. However his smug amusement turns to a tiny bit of fear as you feel the object buckle ever so slightly beneath the blow.

Before you can continue the assault he kicks you in the chest muttering "great, two brats now."

Recovering your footing a high pitched 'hiya' rings out as the red combatant, who you realize is a girl, brings her scythe to bare on you!

Bending beneath the swipe you roll forward, before gesturing to the white hatted man to the right! "I'm after him, kid! Not you!" You manage to yell, your focus once more taken by the girl who is still trying to strike you.

Just behind her you manage to see the grin of the Man, raising his cane to take aim. Instincts overtake all thoughts as the 'engine' kicks in, catching the opponents scythe where the blade meets the haft before effortlessly throwing her away.

You aren't dying here thanks to some interference!

Just as the girl clears the path of your true opponent he squeezes the trigger and a ball of flame spits straight towards you. Instead of dodging like any normal human you simply grin back at the man, your eyes not leaving his as your fist contacts the ball, popping it ahead of you as you march towards him.

The man simply continues to fire shot after shot, at first coordinated but quickly becoming inaccurate at his no doubt panic. Watching you barely moving out of the way and simply making short work of his attacks no doubt having an effect, though in hindsight you realize your bandages slowly burning away is only increasing the effect.

Before you can finally get within range he points his cane down and jumps off the edge of the building; firing into the concrete below and forcing you to cover your eyes from the debris. By the time the smoke clears the low rumble of a bullhead reaches your ears and you see the man, smug as he was only a minute before looking down at you.

"Can't get me from here, can you tin-man?" He mocks, waving his cane at the floating craft around him. Before you can respond a series of cracks begin to add to the cacophony, small potholes forming in the craft.

Instead of getting a dignified response the man seems to pout before throwing a large red crystal towards the two of you, his cane taking aim as a sick gleam fills his eyes. Panicking you bring your arms up and kneel, praying to god that the blast doesn't kill you when you suddenly feel yourself lighten before being pulled away from your previous position.

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>>1765081

Ahead of you an older woman, no doubt a huntsman in full begins to tear up the roof around you, in an attempt to make a barrier. In a flash of red light and a brilliant explosion you see that a trail of flame is arcing around the bullhead, swatting away any attempt made to harm it. Looking to the girl you meet her eyes and find them to be peculiarly silver; a color of eyes you had to admit you hadn't seen before.

You open your mouth to speak when the sound of heels clacking against the remains of the rooftop. You look up to meet a pair of emerald eyes framed in glasses. You simply manage to give a sheepish chuckle before looking down.

'It's going to be a long night' you think to yourself, getting to your feet and silently waiting for the woman to speak

>To be continued

Thank you all truly for joining this wonderful first session of Icarus Rising. I hope you've all enjoyed and will join me again hopefully tomorrow.

Twitter: https://mobile.twitter.com/Weaver_QM

>>1765087
I'll be around for any questions and usual shooting the shit.

>>1765142

Pretty good start, so what's the possibility we find the other misspelled Chaos Gods?

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>>1765147
Maybe, hell maybe the rest the gods are on a team

>>1765142
How are you gonna handle Initation? Gonna throw a wrench into the canon teams or are you gonna throw in 2 OCs for the two new guys?

>>1765163

There's already two OC's written up. But we could also add other cannon people if desiredZ

>>1765167

Maybe throw in another two. LET'S BE THE SIX MAN CHAOS TEAM

>>1765167
I like the idea of keeping the OCs together. But I'm not against a mix and match if it came to it.

>>1765178
Throw cannon out the window it is always more fun that way

At this rate Glynda is probably going to hate you XD

>>1765185
This

Its why i was excited that ruby might not be there at the start of the beacon year.

>>1765203
Ya know, i don't think theres been a quest yet where we waifu Glynda

>>1765203

Why's that?

>>1765211

>waifu Glynda

Not really for it

>>1765203
Why the hate we didn do nufn

Depends on your actions in the coming sessions.

>>1765231

We can get a different weapon right? Just a quick question

>>1765261
Considering you're a blacksmith and your best friend Is a tinkerer you can make anything with enough time, there is also a weapon down the line you can straight up get; but it'll take guts.

>>1765336

>there is also a weapon down the line you can straight up get; but it'll take guts.

We'll pave our way way to glory on a bridge of our enemies skulls over a river of their blood

>>1765353

But another important question is this: is the weapon we can get Drach'Nyen?

>>1765358
No sadly, however I've given you a hint.

>>1765366
....what's the hint?

>>1765445
If it wasn't well hidden it wouldn't be fun.

>>1765211
Waifuing Glynda is for those who like being whipped with a riding crop.

>>1766372
I'd second this, if I was awake during questing hours

>>1765336
>>1765366
We might be able to make Guts' sword, Dragonslayer?

>>1766553
Shhhhhhhh you're a smarty

+1 Internet cookie

>>1766654

Well hot-digitty damn. I still want to make the utterly horrifying combination of Ea and Drach'Nyen as a weapon

>>1766654
b.. but thats not an axe

>>1767052

Why master one weapon when we can master them all? Also, when's the session starting?

>>1767056
Also wondering this.

>>1765185
I quite agree, forging a new narrative is much more interesting then simply co-opting the show's storyline

Just landed in JFK, will either start in two hours when I return home or first thing tomorrow'

>>1765087

Looking down at your hands you can’t help but question why they put handcuffs on you. In fact the entirety of the police vetting process had been completely baffling to you up until this moment. Ever since the woman, who had introduced herself as Glynda Goodwich once things had settled down, had had you brought into the station it had been a rather….interesting test of your patience.

They attempted to take your fingerprints…

They attempted to take your FINGERPRINTS.

You know, from your non existent human hands.

You could hardly contain your groans of frustration as they proceeded to then put handcuffs around your wrists and led you into the cell. This was a seemingly equally futile effort as you knew all too well you could shatter the cuffs with little effort. But instead of having to explain to the police why you had broken their precious handcuffs you simply let them continue to think they had secured you.

And naturally Khrone was nowhere to be seen, if you had to guess he figured you could handle yourself; And if you had to be honest, that was for the best.

And now you were sat in this small ten by ten holding cell...with the same girl you had met due to the robbery you had apparently thwarted. Now that you got a better look at the girl (beyond her silver eyes that you STILL had trouble looking away from) she was a TINY little thing!

Wait a minute...they didn’t handcuff her!?

>How do you proceed?

>A. Try to make small talk, try and break the ice.
>B. Just close your eyes and pass the time.
>C. Let her come to you.
>D. Other.

>>1769100
>A. Try to make small talk, try and break the ice.

>>1769100
>A. Try to make small talk, try and break the ice.
We can ask her what was happening.

>>1769100
>A. Try to make small talk, try and break the ice.

>>1769100
>A. Try to make small talk, try and break the ice
I've been waiting for this conversation, please let it be as awkwardly funny as I thought it'd be.

>>1769100
>Break handcuffs
"These things mean nothing to men like me"

>>1769100
>>A. Try to make small talk, try and break the ice.

>>1769100

Looking at the girl fiddle with her hands, and you can tell she’s nervous. She’s clearly young and this is probably the first time such a thing has happened. For a moment you argue with yourself on talking to this total stranger (a stranger who had also TRIED TO MURDER YOU WITH A SCYTHE) when you take another glimpse into those silver pools and seeing that hint of fear you made up your mind.

>For shits and giggles (and to simulate your awkwardness) give me a d20 to see how awkward you are. The lower the more spaghetti.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1769145

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1769145

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1769145

>>1769145

You cough after a moment, the kind of cough that comes off far too obvious to draw attention. That and with your hands still cuffed you end up just sort of coughing AT the girl, which clearly catches her off guard. Seeing this you panic and bring your hands up, accidentally breaking the handcuffs as you tried to calm the girl. Seeing her settle down (you think) you slowly set your hands on your knees, finally speaking up.

“So…” You drawl. Trying desperately to try and cut the tension between the two of you, though in hindsight you realize your accidental display of strength and cough probably didn’t help at all.

“So…” She squeaks back, eyes dancing all along your frame before settling on your leg; Much to your annoyance. Everyone always looked at your brace like as if you’d grown a second head.

“I...see you like red.” You say, thinking that hey, that’ll be a good starting point! “I like Grey myself...though I think that's obvious!” You add, chuckling far too loud to be considered a casual thing, subconsciously trying to make your arms as small a target as you could for noticing.

After the fight you hadn’t managed to really rebandage the massive reminders of your past and usually they were nothing more than attention magnets. And with the bullying and limelight you had always seemingly been exposed to, the last thing you wanted was MORE attention. Attention that the girl was now giving to said metallic arms.

She’s quiet for a moment before she stands and slowly walks towards you, quickly invading your personal space bubble.This freezes your usually observant brain as all of the processing power goes into observing the details of the female specimen before you. You don’t know how long your brain goes on cataloging the details, but by the time the part of your brain responsible for NOT looking like an idiot kicks in you realize she’s now sitting beside you; Prodding and poking at your arm with a look of deep concentration.

“How did you do it?” She says, eyes narrowing as she looks up at you.

(Cont)

>>1769198

...What?

“I’m sorry?” You manage to mumble out, looking down to meet her gaze.

“Your weapons...this composition it’s Titanium-Tungsten and...what? How did you do it?” She asks, her voice reverent as she slowly runs a hand along your arm.

“E-excuse me?” You ask, suddenly VERY uncomfortable with the sudden contact and...wait a minute?

Weapons?

“I saw the fight! I saw how you managed to take all that punishment from Torchwick. You made those dust blasts look like childsplay and the material isn’t even that scorched!” She exclaims, suddenly like a hurricane of motion as she examines one arm, and then the other. “You’ve GOT to tell me what your secret is! Come on! Please! Ohh! Ohh I know! I can trade you something! You’ve got no ranged weapons in them but I know just the thing! Ohh please please please” She goes on, seemingly ecstatic about the prospect of learning about the new ‘weapons’ in front of her.

>A. Play along for now, clearly this is de-stressing for her
>B. Break the news about your ‘weapons’
>C. Talk about your Axe; try and distract her
>D. Talk about your Brace; Try and distract her

>>1769201
>>A. Play along for now, clearly this is de-stressing for her

>>1769201
>B

>>1769201
>A. Play along for now, clearly this is de-stressing for her
the reveal will be much sweeter later on

>>1769201
>A. Play along for now, clearly this is de-stressing for her

Lets save our traumatic backstory for a better moment.

>>1769201
>>A. Play along for now, clearly this is de-stressing for her

>>1769201
A

You're all no fun

>>1769201
>B. Break the news about your ‘weapons’
Won't win, but I must

>>1769201
>A
spaghetti spaghetti, I open my mouth but the spaghetti won't come out.

>>1769201

For a moment you are stunned, she doesn’t realize that the things hanging from your limbs are in fact, just that? She can’t possibly be so innocent to realize that these two arm-shaped ‘weapons’ were in fact your actual limbs, right?

Right?

The fact that she saw them as that put an equally upsetting thought in your mind for a split second: Was she right? Were your arms now nothing more than tools to aid you in killing grimm? No, that couldn’t be the case! They were your arms, your own hands with which you could create and work and do everything everyone else could do! Sure you could crack grimm bone beneath them and were able to stand up to gunfire but that was just part of your life, wasn’t it? You hoped the look of utter confliction didn’t cross your face as you pondered this fact, as by the time you snapped yourself back to reality the girl was staring at you with wide, pleading eyes.

Maybe she was that innocent. And if that was the case, you decided, you’d try and preserve that at least for now.

You don’t know how long you busied yourself with explaining the long and highly-edited story of how you and Khrone had tried to make such an alloy for years but it only recently succeeded. But seeing the girl so enraptured in it all and completely unaware of the dark cell around you made you feel something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. In exchange for your story and explanations she regaled you all about her weapon; A Scythe that also doubled as a high-impact sniper rifle. The amount of detail she had put into explaining the intricacies and mechanics of it all was astounding and you were sure Khrone would LOVE to hear all about it...if he wasn’t already trying to flirt with the girl, that is.

She had also managed to give you her name: Ruby Rose. You could have sworn you’d have heard a similar name before but you threw that from your mind when you heard a slight banging on cell bars.
“Lucius Ferrum? You have a visitor. Come with me.” Came the gruff, no-nonsense voice of the guard as you quietly obeyed the man. You gave Ruby a small wave goodbye and turned to face the man.

He did not seem happy that you had managed to break your handcuffs.

After removing the old ones and replacing them with yet another pair (Why, you couldn’t tell) you were led into a small room with a long metallic table and two chairs. Being herded into your seat you stared at the door that had shut behind you and groaned in annoyance.

Were you seriously about to be interrogated?

(Cont)

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>>1769724

Before you could mull on that thought any longer the door opened once again and a man in a black suit with silver hair entered. Stepping towards the table in slow, measured steps (You assumed partly because of the cane) he took the other seat and gave you a wry smile.

“I must admit, Mr.Ferrum.” He begins, setting his cane against the table. “I was not expecting to meet you for another….twelve hours at least. Yet here I am and here you are, having thwarted a robbery.” He finishes, placing his elbows on the table and interlacing his fingers.

>How do you respond?

>A. Who are you?
>B. What do you mean, another twelve hours?
>C. You were expecting me?
>D. Other.