>>4510838

As the twenty primarchs' gestation capsules were taken by the warp and set to sail upon its currents, guided by the machinations and guiding hands of the four, the forgotten fifth struck as they turned away, victorious and satisfied.

Though a mere shadow, an idea born from strife and nothing else, the unborn thought form enacted a plan that would shatter destiny's web. As the mightier and formed gods attentions returned to bickering and in fighting to claim more than their share of the sleeping demigods, the scattered and torn fifth drove its hands forward and worked its meager power to stir and disrupt their plans changing the very course of history and fate with the merest nudge to one of the pods, unnoticed by the gods.

A Demigod doomed to be forgotten, a Primarch lost to history and fated to be die unremembered and erased, was saved by chaos spiting itself, for acting in unison and orderly, a being turning upon its brothers and sisters by its very nature. The Primarch of the lost 2nd legion, was pushed into different eddies and currents in the warp, to a world undestined for his greatness and power.

And unheard by the four mighty gods of chaos, under the din of their immaterial war and battle raging once more, a cruel, mocking laugh echoed in the silence of the warp, having stolen the victory of all four without them ever even realizing its manipulations had taken place.

And with that one action, the fate of the universe had shifted as the 2nd Primarch's Gestation Capsule drifted to its new destination within the cosmos. To a world that was to become famous or infamous as the birth place of one of the emperor's twenty sons.

Cont

>>4510839

What world will you make your own, 2nd?

> Voormis, Classification: Feral world. A world of Ancient forests and swamps pieced by inhospitable mountains and punctured by networks of deep cave systems. A lost colony of humanity lives a tribal existence within the swamps and forest, preyed upon by degenerate subhuman beasts and monsters and far worse that live in the heights and depths of the world.

> Shangrala, Classification: Feudal world. This planet is primarily made of vast fields and plains, with mountains and lost technology serving to create a near ever present fog in the lower parts the valleys and hills. It is ruled by warring kingdoms lead by depraved & hedonistic kings given patronage and a divine right to rule by the eight celestial courts.

> Carib 4, Classification: Death world. One of humanities poorest choices in a new home, a storm wracked world where the land is constantly swallowed and spat up by the sea, which is deep enough to reach the very core of the world. What human life manages to eke out an existence in this world, do so upon great ships and floating cities, preyed upon by great sea beasts and monstrosities from the depths.

>Bravan Prime, Classification: Civilized world. A world broken apart by clan warfare as well cultural and religious lines. It is in a constant state of war, both cold and hot, between the various peoples who live upon its surface. Though despite this near constant state of warfare, the average citizen lives a comfortable and peaceful life, aided by amenities and technological comforts, until they are called to war.

>>4510841
>Bravan Prime, Classification: Civilized world. A world broken apart by clan warfare as well cultural and religious lines. It is in a constant state of war, both cold and hot, between the various peoples who live upon its surface. Though despite this near constant state of warfare, the average citizen lives a comfortable and peaceful life, aided by amenities and technological comforts, until they are called to war.

Well, uniting the clans feels fitting for a son of the emperor.

>>4510856
+1

>>4510841
>> Shangrala, Classification: Feudal world. This planet is primarily made of vast fields and plains, with mountains and lost technology serving to create a near ever present fog in the lower parts the valleys and hills. It is ruled by warring kingdoms lead by depraved & hedonistic kings given patronage and a divine right to rule by the eight celestial courts.
This quest reminds me of the quest with Primarch Sol.

>>4510841
>> Shangrala, Classification: Feudal world. This planet is primarily made of vast fields and plains, with mountains and lost technology serving to create a near ever present fog in the lower parts the valleys and hills. It is ruled by warring kingdoms lead by depraved & hedonistic kings given patronage and a divine right to rule by the eight celestial courts.

Recover lost tech and become god king

>>4510841
>> Shangrala, Classification: Feudal world. This planet is primarily made of vast fields and plains, with mountains and lost technology serving to create a near ever present fog in the lower parts the valleys and hills. It is ruled by warring kingdoms lead by depraved & hedonistic kings given patronage and a divine right to rule by the eight celestial courts.

Carib 4 would have been my second choice since fighting giant sea monster would be awesome.

>>4510841
> Shangrala, Classification: Feudal world. This planet is primarily made of vast fields and plains, with mountains and lost technology serving to create a near ever present fog in the lower parts the valleys and hills. It is ruled by warring kingdoms lead by depraved & hedonistic kings given patronage and a divine right to rule by the eight celestial courts.
I dig the whole “Unite Space China” thing although a Feral World Primarch sounds awesome in the case of a Feudal vs Feral tie, please consider my vote to be for Feral

>>4510838
Did you write a sister of battle quest a few moths ago?

>>4510892
> although a Feral World Primarch sounds awesome
>implying Death World Primarch wouldn’t have been more awesome

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>>4510907
Carib 4, Classification: Death world.

Primarchs of the Caribbean 4: Jhakkar Spearthrow and the The Salty Marines

>>4510923
>Our capital ship is called the Black Pearl and is the fastest ship to sail the Warp.

Welp, looks like we live in a feudal world now, i was thinking more of the general technological level of the world so we can get out quickly, so we can help the imperium faster.

>>4510928
We’re one of the first found by the Emperor so it doesn’t really matter.

>>4510841
>Carib 4, Classification: Death world. One of humanities poorest choices in a new home, a storm wracked world where the land is constantly swallowed and spat up by the sea, which is deep enough to reach the very core of the world. What human life manages to eke out an existence in this world, do so upon great ships and floating cities, preyed upon by great sea beasts and monstrosities from the depths.

>>4510929
>We are the Forgotten Primarch
>Our Homeworld is a feudal one

We are fucken Sigmar.

Alright, calling it now

Bravan prime: 2
Shangrala: 4
Carib: 1

Your home shall be the fog filled land of Shangralla, ruled by the iron fists of tyrants.

>>4510894
Nope, must've been another Malal.

>>4510943
Chinese Sigmar.

Writing the update now. Didn't expect this many votes, so we're off to a great start

>>4510841
>> Carib 4, Classification: Death world. One of humanities poorest choices in a new home, a storm wracked world where the land is constantly swallowed and spat up by the sea, which is deep enough to reach the very core of the world. What human life manages to eke out an existence in this world, do so upon great ships and floating cities, preyed upon by great sea beasts and monstrosities from the depths.
Guess I’ll change to this but if it doesn’t win I’d rather

> Shangrala, Classification: Feudal world. This planet is primarily made of vast fields and plains, with mountains and lost technology serving to create a near ever present fog in the lower parts the valleys and hills. It is ruled by warring kingdoms lead by depraved & hedonistic kings given patronage and a divine right to rule by the eight celestial courts.

>>4510957
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yellow_Emperor
Guess we the Huangdi now.

>Chinese Sigmar
A Cathay Sigmar Would be funny.

In the void above forgotten Shangrala, a rip in the materium released a gestation capsule, reaching the end of its long journey that had taken both years and mere moments at once, through both realspace and the warp, carried along the unseen winds of the Immaterium to its final destination. Not the one the dark gods had intended this cradle to make harbor, but it would be known in the future as the home of one of the emperor's own sons, for better or worse. The gravitational pull of the world pulled capsule from the cold vastness of the void, and into its atmosphere.

Where it became like a comet.
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Your arrival to the planet below, would go to be recorded in the records of time as a minor omen. A golden comet streaking through the sky and falling to the mortal realm. Some scholars claimed it was a sign of favor from the celestial courts above and unseen, to gain favor with their cruel lords. The layman in the fog hidden fields thought it was a demon screaming to the earth, slain by some distant noble or god, its bloodied corpse tossed to the lands of the living contemptuously. Only in the decades to follow would the truth of the matter be learned by the natives of this land.
At the present however, it was quickly forgotten in the face of a hard winter, that brought hunger to the nobility and starvation to the masses, while the royal family of each of the kingdoms ate and grew fat as they had for generations prior and to come. or so it would seem to all who lived beneath their heels and in fear of their inhuman wrath and cruelty.

The cold air was broken by your arrival, the silence of the night shattered as your cradle screamed through the heavens like a baleful star. The heat caused by the friction of the atmosphere set the metals of your crib glowing with fire, but such was its construction that its sole occupant was insulated and protected from the extreme heat and speed of its fall to the surface. All around the world, eyes watched and traced the trajectory of the blazing gold comet, as it grew closer to stopping suddenly and hard.

To some it was a drunken dragon with two tails, to others a sign of the end of days, and to others still a stall plucked from the heavens like a ripe plum and left to fall to feed, a gift to end the famine sent by the gods themselves in a benevolent act of mercy. The ever present fog, birthed from forgotten Archeotech from humanity's greatest age, parted and swallowed up the comet, but such was its incandescence, that it lit the valleys and banished away the shroud that had covered them for millennium.

With an almighty crash, louder than any thunderclap or ringing of metal, your capsule met the earth, and continued through it with the same ease as moving one's hand through still water. Until its momentum slowed, and finally died, the glowing metal pod coming to rest at last. The groan of metal cooling and hardening once more were the first sounds you heard, as your pod split open like a cracked egg.
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>>4510984
Where have you landed, 2nd?
> The wilds between kingdoms
> A battlefield, recently fought and filled with dead
> The lands of a minor noble family
> The rice fields of a village with no names
> write in?

>>4510960
Sorry, a bit late there.

>>4510989
>> The wilds between kingdoms

> The rice fields of a village with no names
Peasant born god king of Shangrala!

>>4510989
>> The rice fields of a village with no names

>>4510989

> The lands of a minor noble family
Or
>In the mountain the home of a grandmaster
This is a difficult one.

>>4510989
> The rice fields of a village with no names

Sad no one wants to play as a adopted son to a grandmaster.

>>4510989
> A battlefield, recently fought and filled with dead

>>4510989
>A battlefield, recently fought and filled with dead

>>4510989
>> A battlefield, recently fought and filled with dead
Might as well change to this then.

>>4510989
changing to
>>The rice fields of a village with no names

So Malal, is Mystical Kung Fu going to be a thing?

>>4510989
>The rice fields of a village with no names
the RICE GOD awakens

>>4510989
> A battlefield, recently fought and filled with dead

>>4511051
That’s the lamest thing to say.

>>4511053
yeah

>>4511054
I hope you know that the entire village being razed to the ground would likely be one of better results.

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Calling it
RICE FIELDS: 5
Battlefield: 4

Seems you'll land in the farms of the oppressed, those who have nothing, so not much to lose as a demigod orbital drops on their fields.

Writing the update

>>4511050
I mean, you're a primarch, so even normal martials arts would be pretty fucking devastating without adding in psyker bullshit or warp sorceries. So yes and no. Yes in that if you learn kung fu, you're a fuckmothering primarch and are a living warmachine and even mundane fighting styles when combined with you super human speed and strength would be ridiculous, and no as its Warhammer, so unless you stick your hand into the sorcery cookie jar or are a psyker, magic is out of the equation. or you know Shangrala pulls a Fenris/ Chogoris and has a world soul.

Shit even a space marine using martial arts/kung fu world be crazier than most martial arts movies/ stories, really. since they're super human murder machines.

>>4511089
40k Wuxia would be some crazy shit with demon style corrupt martial arts and styles that demand perfect discipline to avoid corruption. Thing is Kung Fu isn’t just martial art but general self-improvement. It’s really interesting when you read about it.

And your arrival proved most unfortunate indeed for the poor inhabitants of a village so unimportant to the the kingdom it existed within, its residents and the noble family who had owned it for many generations had never so much as graced it with a name. The tithes of rice grains, and what other sustenance they could muster from the soil around their home or their flocks of fowl and beasts of burden, being the only reason anyone outside of the village knew of its existence. It existed only as a meager note on the ledgers of the local taxmen, so small they never bothered to specify where exactly the tax had come from, and it often found its way into their own pockets rather than their lords larders and wealth, so small a fraction they provided.

And to these laymen, your arrival was a calamity. And would have destroyed the village in its entirety, if not for them being forced back to remain on the devastated land, to salvage what little was left and rebuild on the pain of torturous death. Their fields and the lands they worked had been torn asunder by what to their eyes seemed to be the wrathful fist of a god. And such was the labor taken to restore what remained of their homes and to bury those who had been so unfortunate to live in the path of the comet, that they had no mind to investigate what had caused such destruction. Until long after you had awoken, and they found merely a metal egg that none of them could make sense of.

Some claimed it was the shell of a great dragon, others a cage to hold a devil from causing mischief and murder, others even thought it may have been merely a strange gem fallen from a goddess' brooch. But while they worked and toiled, you survived on your coded instincts and knowledge, learning from the charred flesh left in the wake of your gestation pod, and surviving off the farm animals that had remained free and out of their pens since your arrival. And the predators that thought you easy prey in your infancy.

Such skills, gained from your first meals in your life, taught you how to survive and thrive even the cruel winter. but the inherited memories of the most unlucky of farmers, brought with them a sorrow. A feeling born from their memories. Of devastation of famine, the love of a family, the struggle to live in such a state. And though you survived in the wilderness, growing for some time on your own, the remnants of those slain by your landing drove you to seek companionship outside of the wild creatures you had preyed upon. You had an urge to live among other men , of which you only knew by inborn knowledge and genetic teaching, both from your creation whatever it may be and the stolen memories of the dead. A desire for a community, a family, burned in your heart, your mind, your very soul.

And as you watched them from the wilds, saw them struggle in the face of fast approaching winter, dying of hunger and weakness in the ruins they were forced to survive in.
You made a choice

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>>4511113

And what was it, 2nd?
[] You chose to work along side them, knowing how to tend fields even so early in your life, from the memories of the fallen
[] You'd bring the beasts of the fog filled woods and wilds to their village, hoping it'd help feed the village
[] Watch them from the wilds as you continued surviving on your own, growing stronger and older
[] Cull the weak so the rest may live easier. It was the only way the whole may survive the winter
[] Write in ?

>>4511106
Imagine being the chaos gods, and having the son of the fucker who stole power from you come up and steal more of your secrets so he could preform "Monkey steals peach" on your daemons, that are aspects of yourself.
I'd kill myself out of shame.

Though I'm not sure how much the self improvement of martial arts would help an astartes or their primarch, but it'd certainly make for a unique legion.

>>4511115
>[X] You'd bring the beasts of the fog filled woods and wilds to their village, hoping it'd help feed the village
Let's be looooow-end xianxia hyper-conan

>>4511115
>You chose to work along side them, knowing how to tend fields even so early in your life, from the memories of the fallen
we need to go full cultivator hero
either that, or learn to blow people up by punching them.

>>4511115
>Imagine being the chaos gods, and having the son of the fucker who stole power from you come up and steal more of your secrets so he could preform "Monkey steals peach" on your daemons, that are aspects of yourself
That’s more Xianxia and is by nature offensive to beings like the Chaos gods.
>Though I'm not sure how much the self improvement of martial arts would help an astartes or their primarch, but it'd certainly make for a unique legion.
Well it’s not that unusual considering that some marines train to be prepared for anything.
>[] You'd bring the beasts of the fog filled woods and wilds to their village, hoping it'd help feed the village

>>4511116
actually in retrospect this option is better for the wuxia hero, so I'll support this instead.

So getting hit by 81 lightning bolts of heavenly tribulation when?

>[x] You'd bring the beasts of the fog filled woods and wilds to their village, hoping it'd help feed the village
i thought about helping them out with work, but this option seems more interesting for now, while still attempting to be compassionate

Imma just throw this out there, but could we get a Knight at some point? Would be kinda awesome being a Primarch whose further augmented to be in a Mechanical Knight.

>>4511116
>+1

We promise you food, this you become our men.

>>4511134
counterpoint - you can't do martial arts in a knight.
now, a titan on the other hand...

>>4511124
>inb4 must rise to power and strangle four daemon generals, one of each god, and then a "daemon emperor" of "chaos undivided"

>>4511134
>>4511138
Thinking no. We should let our mortal subordinates handle the giant mechs.

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>>4511134
Only if we get crippled to the point of needing a dreadnought

Bringing Beasts to feed the starving Villagers: 5
Well there aren't any differing votes, so I'll be writing the update now.

>>4510989
>> A battlefield, recently fought and filled with dead

These people needed food, and fast. and while you knew on instinct that you could work near indefinitely while the starved farmers could only work for half the day at most, longer if pushed to the point of breaking, you were still just one extra worker in the fields. No matter how quickly you planted the crop, or how vast of a field you could tend, or the fact you could keep at tending and watching the crops for the entire season with little to no rest, none of that would change the crushing truth of the situation this village found itself in.

These people would all succumb to sickness or hunger before the cold of the coming season would make their graves. Even if there was enough time to properly seed the fields, grow and nurture the plants so they could bare a sufficient supply of grain to feed them all, half or more would already have died. You knew this, but you did not know how you knew this. It was as simple of knowledge as how to breath, how to walk, how to most effectively kill with your hands. You simply knew it as you knew every other part of your being. But, by your calculations, judging from the shifting in the winds and falling temperature, the winter would fall upon this valley far faster than it should in a standard seasonal cycle. And even if this knowledge wasn't a part of your inborn wisdom, you could have figured it out by merely watching the farmers dress themselves in thicker fur and straw clothing.

If you were to try to aid in their efforts in the fields, they would all be dead by the middle of winter if not at an earlier date. And that was accounting for the possibility of them supplementing their diet with the bodies of the fallen. Without any assistance this entire community would vanish by first frost, and that was the conclusion you cam to without factoring in external dangers. Sudden shifts in the weather, the predators you've been hunting to feed yourself, disputes among themselves or particularly virulent sicknesses.

It didn't concern you with how much you knew, despite being, as far as you could figure a newborn. Nor the difference in your body and those around you, while you resembled the creatures in the villages, those men, it was clear you were apart from them and separate from them.

But there was still a feeling of kinship that would not let you ignore their plight, as you watched them toil themselves with pointless labor, in the ever present fog. It only hastened their deaths and would produce nothing. The woods where you had retreated to escape the elements, however, was bountiful with meat.

If grain or any other kind of crop could not be produced soon enough to save these people, then fresh meat would have to suffice. With a steady supply of game, they might just be able to endure the winter.

Standing up from the perch you had been standing on, on the crest formed from where you had first awoken.
Cont

>>4511196
you turned to the wilds surrounding the small community and set off in search of prey to feed them with.


The air was already frigid, but despite only being dressed in the torn skin of one of the large feline creatures that had attempted to make a meal out of you during your first nights, it did not bother you in the slightest. The ragged white hide wrapped around your chest and waist billowed in the wind, as it blew against you in your slow march beneath the sea of trees and mist. Most of the life within your chosen home knew now to avoid you, rather by instinct or deadly lesson at your hands.

But there were some particularly dangerous forms of life that would still try to contend with you, and one of them was your first quarry. It had made you aware of its presence with territorial markings upon the trees and stones. And finding its den was as simple as following the signs.

Standing firm and silent, before a graveyard of bones of men and beast, you began to call out and challenge the great predator, howling and growling to draw its attention.

It emerges, with fur white and silver sheen, larger than the beasts of burden within the village, large enough to bite through a normal man's chest with a single bite. Their preferred prey animal, if the knowledge you had was correct.

It was called a Fog Panther, six limbs in total, thick fur and hide. Spears and other simple weapons would be useless unless one could force them past its natural defenses. Its claws and fangs were the most dangerous feature of its anatomy. Both were curved, jagged edges that tore flesh as easily as they cut through it.

The beast snarled at you, accepting your challenge, fur bristling as it watched you with two hateful eyes. It did not know to fear you yet. The wind blew, silence fell upon this field of bones and battle. The two combatants did not move, did not breath. The Panther did not remove its eyes from yours.

Then with a snap of femur breaking beneath its feet, it leapt, snarling and spitting as it threw itself at you. But you did not move, instead, you took what you learned from its fellows. Reaching out with your might arm, you took it by its neck the moment before it collided with you.

It kicked, screaming and hissing, claws digging against your skin but unable to cut it. Despite being a bit larger than yourself, you held it suspended in the air with no effort or strain on your part. You had its carotid artery pinched between three of your fingers. You did not know how you knew this term, but you knew that by increasing the pressure of your grip. It'd die, its brain and organs starved of oxygen. The same method of which it hunted creatures of similar size to itself. Any other method would be merely a waste of calories, though you did not know what that word meant, precisely.

Within a minutes, the beast was slain, falling limp in your grasp, having lost consciousness five minutes before the life fled its body.
cont

>>4511200
It would keep the village fed for a week with proper rationing, maybe longer depending on their needs and supplemental sources of food.

The fangs of the fog panther would be a great tool to gather more sources of food for starving villagers, while you could easily best them with your bare hands and raw strength, its fangs were better suited to killing than your own nails or teeth. it simply lacked the necessary strength to pierce your own hide.
-

A most queer and bizarre sight was seen later that day, but the hopeless farmers who had already accepted their slow, crawling deaths from hunger or the winter's embrace or their lord's soldiers. A young boy, more built and muscular than any of their Oxen, dressed in the tattered pelt of one of the man eating Fog predators, had come into their village, alone. With hair the color of iron, he came from the forest, his eyes a golden hue, his expression proud and satisfied , as he brought forth from the depths of woods the bodies of beasts most terrible.

A Fog panther, with both of its saber fangs torn from its jaws, the same creature that he dressed in the fur off. A beast that would take ten men, to kill and would devour half of them if they were lucky. That had terrified the locals, as they believed it must've been sleeping, until the youth returned with five wild swine, their necks pierced with a single puncture wound on the side of their necks, with the precision of a trained spearman.

The hunter did not say a word, as he carried the animals to the center of the town, and set them down into a pile. Never once acknowledging the people around him, as they gathered around him, marveling at his flawless complexion and handsome features
-

For some reason the starving men had not yet eaten the gifts you had given to them, and were instead gawking at you with wide eyed amazement. You had some understanding of their tongue, enough to hear what they were saying of you.

"Who is he?"
"What is he?
"A boy took down those monsters?"
"His eyes and hair...so strange"
"Is he a monster as well? A demon of the fog?"
"He..he was sent by the celestial courts, to save us"
"No child could survive meeting a fog panther, let alone slay one"
"I think its a gift"


Well 2nd? How do you react to this
[] Lumber off back to the words, this is all too troublesome to deal with
[]Tell them to eat, and tear some meat off to show them its safe
[] Simply start to live among them, and learn from them
[] Find their leader, and show him you can bring in a steady supply of meat
[] write in?

>>4511201
>Tell them to eat, and tear some meat off to show them its safe

>>4511201
>[X]Tell them to eat, and tear some meat off to show them its safe
"Eat. Otherwise they died for nothing."

I just realized I fucked up the last two updates, while copying them over from wordcounter.
I forgot to replace the [] I use when I write the options there with the > to greentext them, as it makes it easier for me to tell where one choice ends and the other begins while I'm writing and deciding what the choices should actually be.

My bad, thankfully it isn't a huge mistake. Just a cosmetic issue really, but now those two updates will be forever ugly at the end. My shame is eternal.

Also
>>4511149
Imagine the sheer Dakka a Primarch dreadnought would have, it'd be a walking planet side orbital bombardment

>>4511227
>using a word processor instead of the /qst/ text box
Magos-tier intellect confirmed. I find google docs works well for me, lots of sites have problems with the > sign.

>>4511115
Imagine if you would, space marines deflecting bolter shells. They would be fast enough to do it.

>>4511201
[]Tell them to eat, and tear some meat off to show them its safe
[] write in?
Ask if the teeth, bones, and pelts are worth anything to them. They need this so they can purchase more food so they dont die before they're able to plant their next harvest.

I'm getting some mix of Farming/Martial arts master Primarch.

>>4511241
Do we understand how trading works? I think it might be more characterful to leave them there without any further words.

>>4511201
>Tell them to eat, and tear some meat off to show them its safe

>>4511201
>]Tell them to eat, and tear some meat off to show them its safe
If they don t still understand give them a slice of meat to each of them. And start a fire, if there is so much meat some can be cooked.

>>4511247
We wouldnt be playing a primarch if the knowledge wasnt already hard coded into him.

Calling it here, so you don't have to wait until morning for the update

Tell them to eat and show its safe: 5
Finding out the trade value of the parts:1

This will be the last update for the night, before I go to sleep, but I'll write it before I do

It seemed they were frightened of you, despite your generosity to them. or maybe they weren't not aware the flesh of these beasts was safe to consume? Certainly the desperation of hunger would drive them to eat this pound of flesh even if it wasn't, but by then it will have began to decay and fester and merely worsen their condition. And that was a worrying thought, you had spent the days since your birth watching these people, to bring them further ruin by your own hand was a distressing thought. You simply wanted to help.

Outside of the primal communication between beasts, you had never spoken. Before now the only thing that had left your mouth had been growls, roars and hisses, the unspoken tongue of the wild beasts that dwelled within the woods. But standing here now, before a starved mob among ruins and hastily built shanties of mud, straw and wooden planks, such basic communication would not suffice. They needed to eat, yet they were hesitating out of fear and apprehension, their very salvation before their eyes but they were too meek to take it from your hands.

But you had learned their tongue, from listening and from the moments following your fiery birth, you knew the meaning of their words, the metaphor within their sayings. Yet you had never spoken it before. but if you remained silent, would they dare to approach you and the bounty you brought to them? Looking across the crowd, you dug your hand into the fur of the Fog panther, before raising it back into the air and beating its still chest sharply, like a drum.

A loud snap, the sound of strength meeting once living flesh echoed throughout the pitiful village. The Farmers, covered in dirt, grime and sweat, their bones showing beneath their sun dried skin turned to you, stopping their gossip and discussion in a moment.

"Eat" You growled, meaning to speak reassuringly, gently, but so used you had been to speaking as an animal, you briefly sound like one before you find the right noise to speak with.

"Its safe to eat" You say, tightening your fist around one of the panther's limbs and with some wrenching and pulling, tear it from its socket with an audible rip, fur, skin and meat still hanging attached to the bone "See? its safe. Eat"

They just look at you still, eyes wide with surprise that you spoke, that you tore a limb from their feared predator, about everything before their eyes.

Until finally, one of the older members of the crowd approached you, his back weighed down from years of labor and extreme age. What little hair he had was bleached bone white, and his face was ravaged by time and the blazing sun.

"You, hunted these creatures, for us?" He asks slowly as if you won't understand him he conversed at a faster rate "For us to eat"

"That is what I just said, yes" You say with a bow of your head, knowing it to be a sign of respect from you observations and vague memories "You are starving, yes? So eat"
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>>4511318
"Why would you do this for us?" He asks, looking you in the eyes as your expression curdles with confusion. Why would he need to ask such a thing? Your intent seemed rather clear and straight forward. Yet the crowd gathered around you and behind the elderly man seemed to be waiting for you answer, with baited breath. Like there was some hidden cost, some catch, a poison within the kindness and generosity.

"You were starving" You answer simply, kneeling down to look the man in his eyes "That is reason enough"

Standing to your full height, you walk past the crowd as they finally look at the feast in front of them, realizing it is theirs to eat and use as they please. But the old man still followed you, as you searched for suitable tinder and fuel to burn to cook this meat. The tapping of his wooden cane echoed in the silence that had come with your arrival.

"You would preform such kindness, such generosity in such trying times" He asks as he tries to keep up with your long strides "Risk your life in the wilds to bring strangers, men and women you've never met, food in a famine. Your father must've been a most wise and noble scholar, to raise a son as bright and pure hearted as yourself"

You weren't sure you had a father. As far as you could remember, you merely came into existence. One moment you were not aware of anything, the next you were and your mind was filled with alien concepts and knowledge. and Then not long after, you ate cooked flesh and fought off beasts who wished to eat you. That had been your life so far.

"Couldn't watch you starve" Is how you reply, not sure how to answer such praises. The old man watches you pile unused rubble and dried grasses together, forming a fire pit large enough to cook enough of the meat to satisfy the village, the rest could be dried, salted or otherwise preserved before it expired.

"So young, yet so kind and so wise" He says, continuing to compliment you as you merely went about cooking, the crowd realizing what you were doing, and trying to help. though they only got in the way of your work

"I, Wenyan, no all of us here are in your debt, young hunter" He says, leaning on his cane, bobbing his head up and down, desperately trying to show his gratitude by bowing as many times as his weak neck would allow him to. How brittle and fragile he must be.

But instead you smile at him and shake your head.

"No need, I have no need of that" You say, still working out the subtleties in speaking their tongue.

He looks even more surprised by your refusal of a reward than he did during your arrival to their village.

"At least tell me your name, young hunter, at least let me know the name of the youth who saved us in our most dire hour" He says, all but pleading for your name, something you did not have. He got to his hands and knees, his legs shaking as they fell to the ground. He doesn't have an ounce of fat or muscle on his frame.

cont

>>4511320
The flames roar in front of you, now ready for the flesh you've prepared while the old man has praised you in place of the rest of his village. You set the fur and skin you peel off on the ground, holding the leg in the fire, fat beginning to seep from its meat. It drips down into the growing fire, sizzling as the younger members of the villager surround you like scavengers.

You decide they'll be the first to eat, even if it'd be more efficient to feed the adults first, so they can work the fields as soon as possible.

"Please, tell me your name" Wenyan asks solemnly, still on the ground, sweat beading down his brow "I must know, we must know, the name of our savior"

"Don't have one" You answer, turning the leg around to ensure it was evenly cooked and safe for immediate consumption

He seems confused by your answer, the rest are too occupied by the though of finally have something to eat besides straw and grass to think of anything else, unlike Wenyan, who thought that giving his gratitude to you was more important than his continued survival.

The children gathered around you, it was odd thinking they were older than you, yet so much lesser and smaller. But then again, you were not the same breed as them, or anyone else within this destitute village of workers.

What do you do now, 2nd?
> try to explain your understanding of your birth, in a way that Wenyan will understand
> Say he and the rest of his people may call you whatever they wish, it matters not to you
> Ask why they are living in such terrible conditions. And live among them to try and improve them
> Feed them, tell them you'll be watching, and go back into your woods.
> Write in?

>>4511323
Could you imagine?
Bob, the mighty primarch of the second legion.

> Ask why they are living in such terrible conditions. And live among them to try and improve them

>>4511323
> try to explain your understanding of your birth, in a way that Wenyan will understand

>>4511333
>wanting to be lame in 40k

>>4511323
> try to explain your understanding of your birth, in a way that Wenyan will understand

> Ask why they are living in such terrible conditions. And live among them to try and improve them

>>4511323
> try to explain your understanding of your birth, in a way that Wenyan will understand

>>4511323
> Ask why they are living in such terrible conditions. And live among them to try and improve them

>>4511323
> Ask why they are living in such terrible conditions. And live among them to try and improve them

>>4511323
>> try to explain your understanding of your birth, in a way that Wenyan will understand

>>4511333
>Bob, the mighty primarch of the second legion.
Also Bob is the Ultramarine Primarch.

>>4511323
>>4511323
>> Ask why they are living in such terrible conditions. And live among them to try and improve them

Gonna go the route where their liege lords eradicate them in fear due to us. Revolution

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You puny mortals think so small. We need a name that is not mediocrety, but instead one that will strike fear in all who are feudal.

>Karl. I vote we name our Primarch Karl.

>>4511424
Better to just tell them we’re from the heavens for that.

Actually our name should be Tian.

>>4511424
Joke aside I don't mind us picking a lackluster name, since we can just gain a new name once we start our conquest of the world. Thats why I pick Karl, was so we can become Charlemagne later on.

>>4511323
Why we don't we call ourselves Dominus for a name? It sounds somewhat roman but contrasts with the local tongue and we can slap a chinese name onto the back end later.

just name ourselves Wei.
It's the most generic possible chinese name, while also meaning "great".
We'd fit right in with Angron the Angry and Iron Hands of the Iron Hands.

>>4511448
>>4511438
Just do Tian. It has a lot of significance in Chinese culture (being the word for heaven) and Tiandi literally means god of the heavens or lord of the heavens (god and lord seem to be the same word) as well as lord of everything under the heavens.

Could be called Tianzi, which is actually the emporers title. Son of Heaven.

Tian Karl Dominus Max Powers

>>4511468
Sure.

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The lowly peasants will revere us as the demigod Asura Son of the Skies.

https://immortalmountain.wordpress.com/glossary/wuxia-xianxia-xuanhuan-terms/
Some useful terminology.
>>4511494
No point in calling ourself Asura beyond the reference. Better to reserve that for a pattern of titans with six arms.

>>4511455
lol

>>4511522
I... like that idea a lot. As reference to the Titan/Knight post earlier do we think a Primarch and operate a Titan by himself?

>>4511596
>Primarch piloted Titan, while being able to perform kung fu with the titan

>>4511596
>we think a Primarch and operate a Titan by himself?
Wouldn’t be the craziest thing a Primarch has done, but it would require some modification to fit a Primarch. Honestly though, if we are going to play a 40k cultivator Primarch it might be better to just have better power armor and leave the titans to the mortals.

>>4511602
Oh fuck. Could you imagine? Centurion around used to til the fields? Like replace the big drill things on each arm with farming equipment.
>fucking space marine chapter dedicated to lightning fast planetary cultivation and colonization projects
>battle cry would be some shit like "Reap what you sow!"

>>4511602
>>4511635

Just going to say, weren't Knights just meant to fight higher forms of fauna and cut lumber?

>>4511635
I don’t think you understand what I mean by “cultivator”. Cultivator is what chinese martial heroes are called, since they “cultivate” themselves.

>>4511640
Yeah but this is 40k, and trying to go all mystical is a great way to be sat with magnus in the evil plan crow tower.

Whereas being the primarch of farming is kind of hillarious, especially considering the lemon russ tank is based on a tractor.

>>4511640
>power hoes
>chainsaws
>power shovels
>macrocannons that fire giant payloads of fertilizer instead of building sized bullets

>>4511645
>>4511650

We shall be Bob, Bob the Cultivator. The reason we were classified is because we retired upon some dumb agriworld and multiplied its production 100 fold.

>>4511655
>Official legion head orniment is a gigantic straw hat.
>"It can even be worn with a helmet, so no loss of protection!"

>>4511666
To build off of this, maybe later on we should not try and rule worlds directly, but instead build stable governments within our wake. Sort of like the fabled Roman Dictator who shall relinquish power to return to his farm.

>>4511645
>>4511650
I find this line of thinking stupid and lame. I don’t give a fuck about this meme beyond it being annoying.
> trying to go all mystical is a great way to be sat with magnus in the evil plan crow tower
>looks at Lemon Russ and his rune priests
What an argument devoid of substance. Only reason Magnus got fucked was because he believed Tzeentch and Horus being an asshole, beyond that he didn’t do that much wrong.
>Whereas being the primarch of farming is kind of hillarious
And it’s not something you want, or rather I hope you aren’t that stupid to push for it. Our Primarch is not meant to be a farmer and it would be Rian “I subverted your expectation” Johnson kind of stupid to actively push for it.
>>4511650
AND I’M GOING TO CALL IT LAME SINGLE TIME

>>4511692
And I find your direction stupid and lame. Wuxia is a dime a dozen and usually trash.

>Herp derp how dare you have fun.

>>4511692
You are the fellow whose pushing the Chinese Angel. Honestly I think its dumb since we are not the Tau. If there is a niche in the Primarchs to be filled its that of a Feudal Pragmatist. Closest to that is Girlyman but he is more Imperial in nature by far.

>>4511676
Nah we gotta rule it man. All primarchs gotta rule their home planets or domains.

>>4511666
Love it
>666
Trips confirmed

>>4511692
>single time
Glad you stopped bitching about it

>>4511699
Tbf I like the martial arts angle as well. Fucking swear nothing would be an even bigger flex than space marines deflecting lasers or bullets back at the enemy. That's not to say I dont like the agricultural angles, because i like my farming simulators.

It's not like theres really anything stopping us from doing both.

>>4511323
What happened to the baby capsule? Can it be recovered and used to some capacity?

>>4511697
>Wuxia is a dime a dozen and usually trash.
Yet the best quest on this board is a Wuxia quest.
> You are the fellow whose pushing the Chinese Angel. Honestly I think its dumb since we are not the Tau.
The more imperialist Japan than anything remotely Chinese. Also Tau can’t into melee. Really the only faction that is like the Chinese is the Eldar.

>>4511710
Really the best course to chart is a healthy middle. we'll no doubt have some kind of homage to our first village or family, like most primarchs do.

Doing the martial arts will be a unique angle to explore and ide love to see it.

>>4511713
Shush you, im not even reading your posts anymore, I refuse to be dragged down to your level.

>>4511710
>>4511717
Indeed a middle ground is good. Maybe we should employ the greek art of Pankration to our attack style.

>>4511720
Could be possible. We don't know the full range of cultures who origonally settled this world, most tend to be a mix of multiple groups. More likely than not to see some indian and greek aspects in city states/countrys that are futher afield on the planet.

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>>4511717
https://youtu.be/nlU3WAWr1Ms
Man I wonder what a space marine legion dedicated to fist fighting would look like. The big ass feet might need to be reduced in size a little bit. Arm our boys with those smaller combat shields and small power fists for max speed and dexterity.

>>4511702
> Glad you stopped bitching about it
Oh I’ll still bitch about I’m just not that stupidly autistic.
>>4511710
>That's not to say I dont like the agricultural angles, because i like my farming simulators.
Only thing that pisses me about the farming bullshit is the “for the lols” bullshit. It tends to devolve into retarded clusterfuck the revolves entirely around the joke. Only time it actually works is when you aren’t trying to force the story to revolve around the joke and players are willing to move on to new material.

>>4511323
>> Ask why they are living in such terrible conditions. And live among them to try and improve them

>>4511729
Leaner meaner fighters, most likely. Though of course we specialize in employing random farming equipment. Imagine a Carbine harvesting Orks.

>>4511729
Im more interested in the effects of the philosophical angles on them. Starting in a dirt poor village we are likely to encounter martial artists who highly value humility and restraint.

Humble space marines would be weirdly interesting. The chinease culture background would also probably include some good verbal sparring practice. 2nd could end up the Primarch of sick burns.

>>4511729
> The big ass feet might need to be reduced in size a little bit.
Biggest problem is balance which why a titan would struggle with martial arts. However if we were to discover a special material like that one DAoT humanity made that was light weight yet stronger than adamantium. Though we could a lot with a material like that.
> Arm our boys with those smaller combat shields and small power fists for max speed and dexterity.
Would probably be more like combat gloves.
Also while Kenshiro would be a hell of a Primarch wasn’t the Emperor acting the role of Kenshiro back on Terra now that I think of it?
>>4511728
>More likely than not to see some indian and greek aspects in city states/countrys that are futher afield on the planet.
India has a lot of cool shit and science fiction-like mythology. I’d be surprised if we get nothing related to it.

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>>4511752

>>4511752
>The chinease culture background would also probably include some good verbal sparring practice.
You mean like the Koans?

>>4511323
>Ask why they are living in such terrible conditions. And live among them to try and improve them

>>4511768
Pretty sure theyde use Koans to mess with other SM minds a little.

>>4511763
Hope this world has anti-grav tech hidden away somewhere then, its the main feesable way to make a titan move like a person.

>>4511750
I think the orks would be weirdly excited to fight a martial arts chapter. To them bigger is better but seeing someone that could be half their size flip a mofo like a sack of spuds will blow their little green minds.

Oh wow, I wasn't expecting to wake up to this much discussion, glad you guys are enjoying the quest enough to talk and argue about it.

Anyways

Asking about and trying to improve their living conditions: 7
Trying to explain your strange "birth": 4

>>4511710
It should still be under the mound of dirt, stone and rubble you crawled out of after it #wrecked the rice fields

And I'll try to answer any specific questions you have when I tally up the votes, if not before

>>4511830
Can we loot the pod for tech?

And seeing them, their skin pulled taught over their bones, their cheeks sunken and pale, a single question comes to your mind. Why? Why would they continue to live like this? In such poverty, surrounded by predators and dangerous beasts. Surely there must be more bountiful and fruitful lands else where, better than this fog filled valley. Away from the crevice you crawled from. They did not even have a clean source of water from what you had seen with your own eyes, and survived off the flooded fields they used to grow their grain. It was maddening, none could want to live in conditions so terrible, unless they were forced to.

"Wenyan" You say, finding it easier to speak the sounds that made up their language now, such was your prowess in learning and understanding from merely seeing and listening "Why, why do your people live like this? Starving and without shelter, in fields rent asunder?"
Torn asunder by your birth, as far as you could tell as you had awoken for the first time within the crater that sat in what was once the center of their paddies and fields. The old man remains on the ground, kneeling and laying with his arms outstretched. Slowly, he sits back up, flashes of pain painting his expression as he did so. And silently, the elder looked over the other farmers, his people. Of the children desperately filling their bellies with still scalding meat, grease and blood dripping down their chins, as the adults tore into meat that had barely been touched by the flames, blinded by the hunger in their stomachs. They were like animals in their frenzy, having had nothing of substance to eat for weeks, even before your birth.

"It is our lot in life, young hunter" He says simply, sadly, his eyes filled with the sorrow of a man without hope for the future "Our ancestors worked these lands, for our noble lord Gao, so he may give our work and labor to the wise king of the Yan, for the honor of living in his kingdom and beneath his"

There's a pause, that tells you more about the nature of the relationship between this village and Gao and his Master Yan, then Wenyan's words let on.

"Protection, it is how it has always been. We have never grown fat, but we had enough to live, but this year, we were met by great tragedy, our fields erupted and cracked open, killing many of us, many of our" He says, eyes wetting with tears as his tone begins to lower, cracking as he nearly cries from merely remembering what had happened "Youngsters, our grown sons and daughters, and when we tried to leave for greener pastures to escape the memory and devastation"

The sound of the wood snapping in the fire and teeth scrapping against bone is the only sound besides Wenyan's sobbing, his frail chest heaving and shaking violently as he told you the story of the village's woes.
cont

>>4511923
They had tried to migrate to a better land, to new villages, but the Lord Gao had become enraged by them fleeing their fields to "escape work" as he saw it, and at spear and sword point, they were led and forced back into what little remained of their village, which had stood for ages, until you had crawled from the ground like a morning worm. The harvest was already poor before most of it had been wiped away and burned, but Lord Gao had demanded heavier tribute as thanks for sparing their lives. They had no way of mending the wound within the earth, which cost them must of the space they could use to cultivate more rice. And they simply did not have enough to give to "Noble" Gao while still being able to feed themselves, they wouldn't have enough even if their fields were still intact.

And now they were slowly crawling towards starvation and a lingering death. Gao would not have their heads for there would have been naught but bones remaining in this small village had you not intervened and fed them, saved them from such a cruel fate.

'there's no method to be able to grow enough grain before the tax collectors come in spring' you think to yourself 'but that does not mean this situation is hopeless, and while my hands may not be able to preform a miracle to flood the very village itself in the bounty of harvest, I can at least improve their conditions and give aid that I feasibly could, put my powerful body to use in ways that would actually produce results. Instead of wasting time and energy toiling to grow the meagerest of rations of rice'

"What a sorrowful tale" You say bowing you head, reaching one of powerful hands to gingerly touch the Elder Wenyan's shoulder, closing your eyes "But it should not be like this, Old Wenyan, and I shall do what I can to better your life, all of your lives"

"But you do not know us" He says, nearly kneeling back and laying on the ground again but you hold him up "Your generosity is endless, young hunter, your heart purer than the clearest well, your kindness as vast as the Vishnu's seas, as wise and generous as...as"

"I will help, that I have not met any of you before this day does not matter in the slightest, without my aid, surely this village will become little more than a fading memory" You say solemnly, the furs you wear dancing in the wind as some of the other workers begin kneeling and prostrating before you, repeating what Wenyan said. Seems without a name they have taken to calling you Young hunter for the moment.

You look over them and cross your arms.

"You should not have to grovel and dig through the dirt to survive!" You say, raising your voice so it would ring throughout the village and maybe the valley itself "Like animals, I shall bring you prosperity, and bring hope to your lives once more, no longer shall you go hungry or fear the coming winter, or present famine! This I swear"
cont

>>4511924

There's a weak cheer and cry through the bone thin crowd. They barely have the energy to even muster that show of gratitude and joy. You will not let them continue living an existence this low, you cannot allow it any longer.


So 2nd, how will you aid your village?
> Rebuild it, with your own two hands, build it better than it was, safer, protected. A layered wall, irrigation channels, a system to schedule the day more easily
>Hunt the beasts of the woods and fog, so they can no longer prey upon them, and gather their hides to appease Gao's collectors when they come
> Their way of farming is inefficient, if they were to focus on other, hardier crops, they may just be able to create a surplus by time Gao comes
>See if your birthplace holds any more secrets like yourself, that may aid your new family. At the very least you may learn more of yourself
> Write in?

>>4511927
>Rebuild it, with your own two hands, build it better than it was, safer, protected. A layered wall, irrigation channels, a system to schedule the day more easily

>>4511927
>Hunt the beasts of the woods and fog, so they can no longer prey upon them, and gather their hides to appease Gao's collectors when they come

>>4511927
>Hunt the beasts of the woods and fog, so they can no longer prey upon them, and gather their hides to appease Gao's collectors when they come
If Gao's men spit on our offering, we will hunt them.

>>4511927
>See if your birthplace holds any more secrets like yourself, that may aid your new family. At the very least you may learn more of yourself

>>4511927
>Hunt the beasts of the woods and fog, so they can no longer prey upon them, and gather their hides to appease Gao's collectors when they come
>See if your birthplace holds any more secrets like yourself, that may aid your new family. At the very least you may learn more of yourself

We should take time to figure out a method for normal humans to hunt the beasts of the forrest. Eventually we may not be here and then all this will have been for nothing.

>>4511927
Can we do a combination of all three? Hunt a few more animals to supply them for a couple of days, give them our knowledge on how to farm better in addition to selling the furs and bones to buy more tools, and then returning to our pod? We only need to teach a few of the adults, then let them teach everyone else.

>>4511960
> Shangrala, Classification: Feudal world. This planet is primarily made of vast fields and plains, with mountains and lost technology serving to create a near ever present fog in the lower parts the valleys and hills. It is ruled by warring kingdoms lead by depraved & hedonistic kings given patronage and a divine right to rule by the eight celestial courts.
Autoguns would be the way to go about it. It would be nice to know the most common level of tech in this place. Probably only swords, shields, and muskets.

>>4511969
Guns require propellent, and you wont get that without chemistry knowledge which is usually what seperates feudal from renaissance.

Best bet we will have is trap making and finding local poisons to use. After that we need to climb the social heirarchy, though we should wait until we are fully grown before that (2 years) and try learn as much about everything we can. Inbuilt knowledge will only carry us so far.

>>4511927
>Hunt the beasts of the woods and fog, so they can no longer prey upon them, and gather their hides to appease Gao's collectors when they come

>>4511975
>you wont get that without chemistry knowledge
>coughs in primarch
>hacking on blood in ingrained primarch knowledge

>>4511977
Yeah yeah, but how do you plan on making it here exactly? Unless you know some bullshit that will let us convert tree nuts into explosives.

Itll be a long term investment to get going, and by that time we will probably be ruling some lands already and able to do it much easier than in a no-named village in the asscrack of no-where.

>>4511979
Do an internet search and there's a handful of way you can make your own gunpowder. This being 40k it should be relatively easier, what with being a demi-god and all. If gunpowder is too much to ask for then Make mastercraft axes and scythes?

>>4511979
Simple propellant is black powder which was, fittingly enough, invented in China.

It's 40/40/20 Charcoal, saltpeter, and sulfur. (the exact ratios might be a bit off, but still.)

>>4511969
>going the tech route
>not the conan route
>not the sorcerer route
>not the god-emperor route
>the tech route
>alongside Perturabo and Ferrus Manus

>>4511980
>>4511982

Sulphur is your bottleneck here. Classically it seems they needed mines to get the metal ores required which contained sulphur.

Charcoal is easy peasy near any woodland and saltpeter just requires having domesticated animals such as cows to provide adequate amounts of manure.

>>4511962
It would mean dividing your attention if you did, and this is how you'll help improve their situation before the taxmen cometh.

its up to you if you think the 2nd would find dividing his efforts to be the wisest/ most efficient choice to help

>>4511983
Hey, Ferrus got a head just fine

>>4511991
He was also underrated as fuck but there's a bad precedent for tech-focused primarchs.

>>4511983
We are too early on to know what we are most inclined towards. QM may be keeping it a secret till we encounter it.

>>4511986
I could swear you could get sulphur from piss, but that was probably saltpeter.

Eh, Charcoal and saltpeter will probably still go boom, right...?

>>4511983
Excuse me, we're going for the "Oda Nobunaga invades the Chinese mainland" route

>>4511995
You get amonia from piss mate. No one pisses sulphur compounds in any worthwhile amount or theyde be very very dead.

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>>4511980
>>4511982
>>4511983
>>4511986
>we gun powder lads now

>>4511927
> Rebuild it, with your own two hands, build it better than it was, safer, protected. A layered wall, irrigation channels, a system to schedule the day more easily

>>4512002
so, are we the chinese renaissance man primarch now?
>kung fu
>rice farming
>gunpowder

>>4512000
> Noticeable amount

You know what this means, don't you?

>>4512007
It might not be Chinese exactly, maybe off brand or a different culture entirely. But pretty much yeah the Terran equivalent of china.

>>4512015
I don't. My guess is power pissing out way into getting gunpowder?

>>4512015
Worthwhile is a different phrase for a good reason.

Industrial scale piss refinement for sulphur is a bad idea. Bad anon. No.

mine your sulphur or cart it down form volcano caulderas like sane people.

>>4512017
>>4512019
Just kidding, turns out sulphur isn't strictly necessary for blackpowder.

33/67 charcoal/saltpeter

and

22/88 charcoal/saltpeter

were the two good ratios that I found. The first has a faster burn rate(bigger boom) and the second burns hotter.

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>>4511991
Would you ever image that anywhere during your career as a QM, that your players would discuss the application of piss?

>>4511927
>Rebuild it, with your own two hands, build it better than it was, safer, protected. A layered wall, irrigation channels, a system to schedule the day more easily

>>4512032
I enjoy the discussion, so it doesn't bother me in the slightest. But I will admit I was not expecting it.

Honestly how about we do this;

>Focus on hunting, as that will grant immediate food so starvation does not settle.

>Turn to employ the waste products as bio matter to improve the crop.

After all that of course
>When the Cold Winter starts to settle in, focus on renovations of old structures for next year. While normally this cannot be done by humans, we are Primarch!

>>4512048
I like the waste recycling. That's how the Japanese did it with their agriculture.

>>4511927
>Hunt the beasts of the woods and fog, so they can no longer prey upon them, and gather their hides to appease Gao's collectors when they come
> Rebuild it, with your own two hands, build it better than it was, safer, protected. A layered wall, irrigation channels, a system to schedule the day more easily

>>4511991
I'll vote for hunting and rebuilding the village. We can look for the tech that makes this fog once the village is taken care of.

>>4512082
I personally want to go adventuring in general.

>>4512048
i concur with this option, it seems to me the most well planned

QM what is our 'Age' right now anyways? I know Primarch grow much faster but we are still the size of a teen right?

>>4512097
Around that size I'd say, but you'll be growing rapidly (And have been since your landing), cause you know, fuck mothering primarch.

>>4511927
> Rebuild it, with your own two hands, build it better than it was, safer, protected. A layered wall, irrigation channels, a system to schedule the day more easily
> Their way of farming is inefficient, if they were to focus on other, hardier crops, they may just be able to create a surplus by time Gao comes

Calling it now.
Was a bit of a paint to find the correct numbers here.

Rebuild:8
Hunt:8
Farm:3
Gestation Capsule investigation:2

And since their are four votes asking for splitting your efforts between hunting and rebuilding (And two including improving farming with waste products), I'll combine the two.
As being a primarch, multitasking between killing shit and building up a small village would be child's play for you, and will mean I don't have to tiebreak


So I'll write the update now

>>4512238
Naming ourself Tian when? Also now that I think of it Tianxia could be that name of our legion.

And to raise this village from the gutter you had found it in, you need a proper plan of action of how exactly you will manage it. Promoting the growth of what grain they have, and growing hardier crops could be one avenue of accomplishing your ambitions to save this nameless village and its people. But even if you were to fertilize the soil, the winter's cold grasp would make that path inefficient and foolish, for if the cold comes as suddenly as you suspect it will, even the hardiest of crops will not be able to survive the season, let alone grow through it.

And there's the problems of the predators of the ever present fog and within the woods, they'll grow more desperate and hungry as the weather cools and will present a danger to the farmers in the paddies and fields. However you can easily deal with the threat they present, but even with all your might and power you can only be in one place at once, and it is possible a hungry Fog Panther or pack of Mist Jackals might slip past your senses to feast upon your weaker fellows. Once some of the men of the village regain their strength, you'll show them techniques to defend themselves and hunt by your side, maybe do the same for the grown women as well, to ensure the safety of the children while you're gone.

That would also potentially save them from Lord Gao's wrath, the value of a few bushels of rice and stacks of cabbage and radishes, would pale in the worth of pelts and fangs of the panthers, the swine and Jackals while of lesser value would still increase its worth in trade. Surely a noble's tax collectors would see that as well. So that is simply another benefit of hunting the creatures that stalk the fog and trees, outside of meat and safety.

But, then you realize what use is safety if the people will still die of cold and sickness from insufficient protection for the elements? They live in dirt hovels, leaning shacks of stacked wood and straw, and the few ruins of proper shelter that can still be inhabited safely. And there's no actual defense to the village, not a single wall, yet alone the two or three that would be what you yourself would consider to fulfill the basic needs of their protection.

That is taking into account the dangers presented to the rest of the villagers, from both wild beasts and desperate men through the harsh winter months. You smile, realizing subconsciously you consider yourself part of their whole now, how strange. But while the threat posed to you by starving beast and man is miniscule, it is much more dangerous to the normal men and women of the village.

Disease of course would threaten their safety and prosperity as well, a easily accessed source of clean water that has not been tainted and dirty would also need to be introduced. And if you'd accomplish all that before spring comes, you'll be satisfied and have vastly improved the living conditions of your fellows. But then, when spring arrives?
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>>4512324
When spring comes, you'll be able to raise them higher than any of them would ever dream they would soar.
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The young primarch set in motion his plan immediately, and soon it was an every day occurrence within the village to see the boy with golden eyes and Iron hair returning from a hunt deep within the woods and beneath the shroud of the fog. Returning with a bounty of meat and fur. He also began to dress more like men did, turning the pelt he covered himself with into a vest of white, silvery fur, while he took to wearing a pair of pants stitched from dried, hardy leather. Besides that he worse nothing, as he had no need to wear anything else.

The Villagers grew used to his presence, but not to his unusual growth and strength. Some began to whisper he was a spirit of the forests or a member of the celestial courts incarnated to the mortal realm, who had seen their plight and come to save them from further suffering. But most came to except him as merely an extraordinary young man, with a kind heart and soul.

But he did not hunt alone, when the village was fed, their bellies happy and their minds sharp once more, he began to take aside the fittest and brawniest among them, teaching them tricks he had learned from experience. How to hunt Fog Panthers safely, how to to gather the venom from Mist Jackals without poisoning yourself, how to lure and trap the wild swine, and more lessons from the beasts he hunted.

With crude spears fashioned from old rakes and shovels, he trained them to fight with spears, to hunt and defend themselves with, and took aside the few able women in the village and showed them the basics as well, so they might defend themselves and their children.

Soon, hunting parties would leave alongside the young hunter, as they had taken to calling him, and sometimes without his protection so bold they had become under his guidance. The elders of the village and the youths themselves had began to call themselves Young Panthers, at first in jest at the ridiculousness of what they intended to slay, and then seriously when they began to return with their namesakes. Wounds were rare, and casualties became rarer, and none were suffered when the Young hunter was by their side. It became the name of their brotherhood of hunters, the Brothers of Panthers.

And the Young hunter, they began to simply call The Hunter, as with his rapid growth and imposing height and size, it became hard to call him young, as time passed. Though the villagers did not name him, for they did not see themselves as worthy to have such an honor.

The village no longer starved, and most went to bed with full stomachs, as surplus of game was stored away, along with the preserved furs and hides from every hunt, given to The Hunter, as per his request. And with the first part of his plan's success, the Hunter left those he had taught and trained to maintain the village's safety and food supply.

>>4512325
Instead he turned his eyes and efforts to another issue, that of the state of the village itself. As winter fell, he spent these harsh months working to rebuild and renovate the buildings that could be salvaged from the ruins, as well as building new structures wholesale, himself.

Wise Wenyan helped and counseled him on this task, having been alive long enough to know a bit of everything, though the young primarch didn't require his assistance, he grew fond of the elderly man, who he had come to view as something akin to a father, and Wenyan had began to see him as another son, in place of the one he had lost in the great tragedy.

Their relationship only grew closer, as the Hunter spent more time building and repairing the damages in the village. He started with the layered walls, building the first around what was considered the edge of the village, building gates alone the main path used to leave and enter the woods to reach the kingdoms own maintained road. The second he built two hundred meters from the first, establishing a safe zone to farm and keep the beasts of burden and some captured swine, away from the villager's homes.

The fowl remained within the confines of the village. A third wall he then placed another three hundred meters from the second, a full li or mile from the first and village proper. With this he was satisficed with the safety of his people, and turned to constructing new residences and storage buildings for them.

Now the villages felt safe, and even in the dead of winter the town was alive with activity, as they dressed in warm furs and lit fires that lasted most of the day with a fraction of the lumber they previously used, as they began to coat them in sap and resin from the nearby trees, and dried it upon the wood itself, allowing for a longer, more standard burn time.
and with this adoption of this new fuel, the nameless hunter came upon an idea, to record and time the passing of the day by the time it took for one of these resin covered branches to burn, and began to set a schedule with which the hunters and farmers could more effectively work through the day.

Half way through winter, he had become considered as the head of the village, taking the position from Wenyan, his adoptive father in all but name. He would hear the troubles of that plagued the villagers and seek to deal with them in the most cost effective and efficient manner.

Even in the heart of a famine and dead of winter, under his golden eyes, greater prosperity came to the nameless village than it had ever experienced even in times of plenty and comfort. The farmers began to respect the Primarch not only for his strength and kind generosity, but also for his seemingly bottomless well of wisdom.

They began to say he could make jade from manure, thus was his skill in making plenty from nothing.

But that was not the extent of his ambitions for their lives.

>>4512279
>Tian
So our goal after we take this name should be to become emperor of this world so we can be called Emperor Heaven, effectively close to God Emperor, just for the sake of giving our father a 'what the fuck?' moment? 'Cuz I approve if so.

>>4512326

As spring fast approached and he grew in both size and mass, the young primarch continued to work for the betterment of his adopted community, which had come to idolize him in his short time among them. His unnatural growth and knowledge cementing the idea he must've been a gift from the Divine..

Within the house he shared with Wenyan, built in the center of the village, twice the height of the other houses and near three times the width, he spent tireless nights, drawing plans for forges, sketching out the lands within and outside the village, planning on building and expanding it in the coming months and years. The progress he made would've been impossible without his superhuman body and intellect, he had accomplished so much that it would go on to be recorded in the myths and legends of Shangrala as one of his miracles.

But to him it was child's play. And as the ice and frost melted beneath a brighter sun, he diverted the clear running streams from the hills, mountains and woods to move through the village, providing an easily accessible source of water, that was pure and clean. And, saved a village that under any other leadership, would've perished months before.
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You sit in the house of your father, a pot boiling in front of you, your hunting spear twice the length and size of the others laying by your side, as you wait for the broth to finish heating so you may share it with your father. One of your companions, a young man named Feng, is approaching. The sound of his limping sprint, a wound gained from his disaster of a first solo hunt, alerting you long before he arrived at your home.

"Hunter" He called, as you closed your eyes and sighed, you needed a proper name one of these days, hunter, while an apt title, was somewhat demeaning now "Gao's men have been sighted, along the cliff of calamity"

The place of your birth, that is what they had come to call it. Also an Apt title.

"So they have finally come to collect after leaving us to suffer through these harsh months alone" You say with a nod of your head, rubbing your chin in thought "I had thought they may pass us by, assuming us all dead in our homes"

"Gao will never pass up a chance to gain wealth" Feng says venomously, spitting his contempt to the straw floor "And we have not suffered beneath you benevolent rule, my dear friend, but he would have left us to die"

You nod, but say nothing in response.

Well 2nd? how will you respond?
> Tell him to open the gates, and tour them through your works with an escort of some of the Brothers of Panthers
> Go meet them yourself, and gather your tribute to gao to bring with you
> Seek your father's advise on the matter, he has dealt with the Gao family his whole life
> "I will deal with that matter, after I have finished my latest work's foundation, tell them to wait"
> write in?

>>4512327
>Son, are you playing at being a god
>Oh, its just a name honored father
>Press x to doubt

Sorry for the Titanic update, got a bit carried away

>>4512332
>Go meet them yourself, and gather your tribute to gao to bring with you
They have no right to look on our father after what they've done.

>>4512333
>trips = checked
It's worth the wait

> Seek your father's advise on the matter, he has dealt with the Gao family his whole life

Trust the old man.

>>4512332
>Son, are you playing at being a god
>Oh, its just a name honored father
>Press x to doubt

Alternatively and even funnier:
>Son, are you playing at being a god
>They keep insisting I am despite me telling them I am not.

>>4512327
Funny thing is the actual God-Emperor would be probably called Haungdi which means Yellow Emperor which is interesting because Yellow is the color for humanity.
>>4512332
The word for god and ruler are basically the same in China. Emps would have a field day with unfucking that mess.
> Tell him to open the gates, and tour them through your works with an escort of some of the Brothers of Panthers

>>4512327
Did we really take that name? I'd like to return to our capsule and see if the Emperor recorded our name in there.

>>4512332
> Seek your father's advise on the matter, he has dealt with the Gao family his whole life

>>4512335
>>4512340
Yeah. If anything we can see what the adoptive dad has to say, then figure out what to do after that.

>>4512340
+1
>>4512327
I like that, i'd support Tian

>>4512332
I'll vote in favor of
>Seek your father's advise
But we should probably open the gates and play along until we have a force capable of defending our little fief.

>>4512342
>The word for god and ruler are basically the same in China. Emps would have a field day with unfucking that mess

Well, the Old Man mentioned Vishnu so we are playing in a general Asiatic rather than just China, but still, alt three:

>Son, are you playing at being a god
>I am not playing at being a ruler, honored father
>There is a difference between being a god and a ruler
>What on Shangrala do you mean
>Press X for asprin

>>4512340
+1

>>4512332
>Go meet them yourself, and gather your tribute to gao to bring with you

>>4512349
>Well my others sons can't be this bad
>Shadows of Angron, Perturabo, Curze, Logar, and Mortarion

>>4512332
> Seek your father's advise on the matter, he has dealt with the Gao family his whole life

>>4512358
Hmm...you're right...

Well, this is feudal asia...should we become a Buddhist Primarch?

>>4512361
I assumed less Buddhist and more half-confucian/half-roman stoic but as long as we can confuse and annoy the other primarchs I'm in.

> Seek your father's advise on the matter, he has dealt with the Gao family his whole life
seems wise, old man likely knows more about this lord than we do, he might give us some good advice

Calling the vote

Go meet Gao's men:1
Seek your father's council:8
Open the gates and give them a tour: 1

So you shall seek your adoptive father's advice in the matter
writing the update

>>4512349
Can’t wait to find the magi-tech spaceship and stash of magic nukes. (Yes those are things in Hindu mythology)

>>4512384
Buddhism is based around four truths and the eightfold path. Sounds like chaos until you realize everything about it is pointed in the exact opposite direction due to peaceful aims (fuck off Khorne), rejection of indulgence (fuck off Slaanesh) because clinging to change is a bad thing (fuck off Tzeentch), and wanting to break free of an endless cycle of life and death (fuck off Nurgle).

Use their shit to build a movement to work against them. Very much in line with the one who redirected our pod.

>>4512384
I think we should be Jaghatai, if he were a feudal conqueror with Vulkanesque devotion to the common man that compensates for his lack of Gulliman-tier administrations through a brutality almost approaching Kurze.

>>4512424
That would be kino, I do admit.

>>4512332
What we need is to find a force of ablebody men to fight the fucker off. We are to userp her title for our own, as proof we are more able than him.

On the other hand, cutting the head off the snake early is a good way to win status.

>Assassinate the fellow, as he cannot claim tribute if he never lives to ask for it.

>>4512424
Well martial arts are as much about philosophy as they are about fighting technique.

>>4512435
I'm afraid we will be stuck in a feudal war though, in my honest opinion. We cannot stay if we really want to learn some form of martial art or gain a Knight.

I just hope we don't have the trope of a stupid ruler who breaks shit just because he can.

>>4512435
At first we should strive to be reasonable. Once he betrays our trust or tries to take advantage of our home, he'll suffer the consequences.

>>4512436
It's all coming together now. You guys know how Vulkan was an absolute beast of a primarch under the skin that consciously tried to be righteous? I think we're almost animalistic, but force our instincts away from the hypercombatant savagery Emps intended us for into the study of martial arts and creation of an anti-chaos philosophy in somewhat the same manner.

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>>4512435
I like this suggestions.
The nobility are fat and corrupt. We must kill them!

>>4512332
> Seek your father's advise on the matter, he has dealt with the Gao family his whole life

>>4512332
>Seek your father's advise on the matter, he has dealt with the Gao family his whole life
This primarch is very much chinese mythy. The whole coming from a pod thing is reminiscent of the stone monkey. Wonder which of our brothers will like us, seeing as emps would certainly love us if we adopt taoists stances on family

You guys do realize the vote was over hours ago right?

"I shall seek my father's council, Wise Wenyan has never steered me wrong before" You say after a moment of thought, using your oversized spear as leverage to pull yourself up from your seat in front of the cooking fire. Feng nods, his coal black hair and scarred face cast in shadows. He remained where he knelt, waiting no doubt to escort you to Gao's men when you've come to a decision on how to welcome them.

They had forgotten your people and forced them to survive like field rats, and no doubt were expecting to pick through their bones for anything of value, rather than finding a flourishing piece of heaven with the Yan Kingdom. How they'd react? You did not know, and that made these men dangerous. You did not know their disposition or the temperament of their master outside of his cruel treatment to this nameless village prior to this year's winter. And that made them more of a potential threat than even the most battle scarred and experienced Fog Panther. Without knowing how well armed they were or their likely actions, it'd be a fools gambit to meet them, even with open arms and bearing gifts. They may take your improvement of the village as a threat, or a sign of rebellious intent.

To make matters worse, you had no idea how many men had come to escort the tax collector in his duties. Feng hadn't been clear, and without even knowing that you could not meet them. You knew nothing of their tactics, their temperament, the arms they carried, or even their number. And while they had merely come to collect Lord Gao's tithe, that could easily turn into a festival of blood and death should you not properly approach them. To do that, you needed to know more about them. You had lived among the beasts and peasantry, and had never met those under the employ of nobility, soldiers.

You must prepare. You ran the worst case scenario through your mind, like reading through a scroll, testing various responses in your psyche as you marched to your honored father's room, where he was no doubt resting for the day, considering his age. The pelts of your conquests and your student's line the walls of your shared home for that reason, as they did the homes of the elderly or young. to further insulate Wenyan and the other elders and children from the cold

"Is the bone broth done, my son?" He asks as you part the reed mat you've used in place of a door, to allow for more ventilation "I've found my appetite this morning, and might take some early spring fowl with it, if there is enough to spare"

You kneel down, placing your two hands together in a clasped greeting to your adoptive father, as he sits by the personal fire in his chambers, wrapped in furs whiter than his own hair.

"Honored father, I have come to seek your council once more" You say humbly, looking up to him as he stands with his new cane, a warm and fatherly smile across his face "Gao's men have arrived, seeking their tribute for last year, how should I proceed?"
cont

>>4512495
"Such a dutiful son, despite far outstripping his father, he still heeds his voice" He laughs before frowning, gripping the end of his walking cane tightly, his knuckles turning snow white from his tightening grip "But, I would advise caution, despite your great power, my son"

You say nothing, listening closely and picking apart his words to find the path you would take forward.

"The Name Gao has ruled over this valley and its surroundings for centuries, they are one of the royal family of Yan's favored servants" He says, running a hand through his beard, brushing it as he spoke "And that is because they bring them heavy taxes and loyal citizenry. At the merest threat to his authority, the current lord Gao reacts with fire and fury, and cruelty most terrible"

You nod

"He even sees a slight against himself in his subjects seeking a better life" You say raising your head, keeping you hands clasped together "But we have gathered more tribute than he asked, I've read his decree, the amount of pelts and furs we've gathered far outstrip the cost of the price her laid"

"He is also a greedy man, indulgent, no doubt he means to take more than he commanded us to give before the long winter" Your father says sadly "And the servant he sent will no doubt take his own share, as will the soldiers who guarded him from the worst inhabitants of the fog"

Flashes of imagination ran through your mind, a dark fantasy of faceless soldiers forcefully taking the few comforts you've given to your people away, swords in hand. Smoke and fire billowing from your home like it had become one of the time keeping fires. and the image of yourself and trusted students, cutting down these greedy dogs on the spring field, hidden in the fog like the beasts you hunt. What will happen if they are insulted and are of a superior force than you and the hunting men, and what will happen if they are not, and still try to suppress the village.

"But, we must bow our heads, we are, despite your efforts and tutelage, just a simple village, and we are recovering from a great calamity" He says as you close your eyes, banishing the thoughts of simply dealing with them the same way as the creatures of the forests and fog "And if the pride of these men is wounded, they will tell Gao we mean to revolt, and he shall bring the full force of his armies upon us"

Subconsciously, you barred your teeth and tightened your hands, digging your nails into the base of your knuckles.

"So, I shall approach them as humbly as I can, polite and mannered and give them what they've came for" You say, steering your thoughts away from finding a method to face a trained army with with only the lives within your village "Careful not to provoke their ire or wrath"
cont

>>4512496
"If you are able, the line of Gao are not known for being kind and forgiving, already we have earned Gao's wrath, they will look for any excuse they can find" Father says putting a hand upon your broad shoulder, looking into your golden eyes with his clay brown eyes "But, I believe you can handle it, my son, you are more wise than you are mighty"

You nod, and stand back to your full height, bowing to Wenyan

"I thank you, wise father, for your advice, I shall go to greet the men of Gao, before they become impaitent" You say, turning to leave your father "the broth should be done by now, I'll fetch a fowl to add to it after I return"

"Stay safe, my child" Wenyan says as you leave him "We will not be able to continue without you"

Feng is where you left him, still kneeling, eyes hard, a worried look to his face and posture. His mannerisms tell you how afraid he is of meeting these servants of Lord Gao.

"Hunter, what wisdom has your father given to you?" He asks stoically, his scars deepening from the shadows cast over his face
-

"How much longer will these dogs keep us waiting" Ling, a small man dressed in bright maroon and pink silk robes asked, yawning as he sat upon the back of the finest steed his paycheck would allow him to keep, a beautiful horse of white fur and bountiful stamina "Have we not given them long enough to gather their tithe?"

The soldiers with him, dressed in deeper shades of the same color said nothing, merely standing encircled around him and his steed, to guard him against any foolish attempts upon his life. He huffed, twirling the tip of his beard around his finger, the headwear of his office's wide brim keeping the sun out of his eyes as he attempted to peer over the wall and gate in front of him.

"And this wall, surely it must've cut into the labor they were ordered to preform...I will have to inform lord Gao of this lax in obedience" He said spitefully, spitting on the ground "Unless they have some how under the eight court's grace, managed to find the time in a famine, to turn away from their paddies and build this..."

He swallowed hard, this wall was greater than the one around his own estates, it was made of the trunks of trees, old and mighty, that would take ten men in their prime to carry at least. And how tightly they were packed together, with clay and stone as mortar. Ling knew if he tried to breach the wall, he would be courting death. How could a starving village, smaller than his own staff of servants, manage such a marvel of architecture? It would have starved them to build this, yet here it was. It was impossible. And that man who told them to wait, impudent and young.

He was dressed in the fur of the man eating fog panther with a horrid three lined scar across his face. And had been armed with a spear.
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>>4512498

It was unthinkable, but had those starving, broken men he had seen when they tried to flee from their duties, turned to banditry and barbarism to survive? Gao would certainly honor him for bringing the heads of such men to his court. and even if they weren't and merely turned savage means to survive, well, the truth was what he would tell his lord.


Dreams of gold, honors and other riches filled the small man's greedy mind. Until he was torn to reality as cruelty as a flower plucked from a field.


"OPEN THE GATE!" A voice like a dragon's roared, at once brutish and refined, wise and wild in equal parts, it was unlike anything he or the men escorting him had ever heard. It seemed to shake the very earth beneath his feet.

"On guard, on guard, on guard" He muttered, chanting it like a monk's hymns to the gods "be ready for anything men"

The wooden gate swung open as Ling tried to keep his head high, but what he saw, turned his blood to ice.

Standing in front of him, was...a giant? No it was a young man, his face was youthful, free of impurities and age, the very image of jade like elegance. He had a presence only those of noble...no, those of the great Yan should have. Ling expected starved peasants or mad barbarians, or foolish would be rebels to die, not a man who seemed to walk from the artworks of the old kingdom, such was his grandeur.

But he was brutish, dressed in only a coat of fur, and pants made of hardened leather, his chest bare to the world. And his hair, it was long, uncut or styled, the same dull grey color of iron. An ogre in the flesh, but beyond mortal. He was above man, not beneath them despite his rugged dressed and looks, and..by all eight courts, his eyes. His eyes!

They were golden!.

Words Failed Ling, and his escorts faltered before the creature before them, muscle bound and wearing the fur of a beast that took two of their number on their journey to this forgettable stain on lord Gao's lands. Ling, despite being accompanied by an escort of twenty men, suddenly felt as if his own, very valuable life was in danger. He would not have felt safe with a hundred or more men at his command.

But the golden eyed Giant....

Well what did you do, 2nd?
> Kneel down and offer apologizes for your lateness, but you needed to be sure you had the correct tally of goods
> Stare down these soldiers and laugh at yourself for fearing them, by your judgement and calculations, you alone could deal with this band
>"Ah, you must be Lord Gao's man, that has been sent to our humble village to collect his tribute, come, come, I have much to show you, I was merely tending to my father"
> Glare at the soldiers and bark at them to drop their weapons or die, there shall be no arms of war within your village
> write in ?

>>4512500
>> Kneel down and offer apologizes for your lateness, but you needed to be sure you had the correct tally of goods
>"Ah, you must be Lord Gao's man, that has been sent to our humble village to collect his tribute, come, come, I have much to show you, I was merely tending to my father"

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>>4512500
>"Ah, you must be Lord Gao's man, that has been sent to our humble village to collect his tribute, come, come, I have much to show you, I was merely tending to my father"
> write in ?
Shoot the shit and rub shoulders with him. All primarchs to some degree are charismatic. Weather they be of the social or intimidating variety. Better to be his friend than an enemy, at least this way it would open the door for us to some social circles and gain us and by extension the village an ally.
Also comment on his horse. His horse is a very nice horse. That could be an ice breaker.

>>4512500
>>"Ah, you must be Lord Gao's man, that has been sent to our humble village to collect his tribute, come, come, I have much to show you, I was merely tending to my father"

Should we really be kneeling? I don't know what makes up the ego of this Ling fellow, but he and everyone knows that our boy is a cut above everyone else, and shouldn't have to act like some peasant. I mean he technically is but he doesn't need to grovel on his knees. being cordial should be enough.

>>4512506
i concur with this choice, dont have to grovel like a worm at his feet but remain respectful and try to gain some amicability from the collector

>>4512507
+1

>>4512500
>"Ah, you must be Lord Gao's man, that has been sent to our humble village to collect his tribute, come, come, I have much to show you, I was merely tending to my father"
Be sure to compliment his horse and the discipline of his men and the craftsmanship of their weapons.

>>4512500
>Make the man feel as if he is right at home, then test him for any faults. The Gao might seem invincible and untouchable to mortal men, but we are no meer mortal.

>>4512521
Just to make sure everyone understands this, we are gonna cause a peasant revolt. However we must be skillful about it, finding allies among the tax collectors and soldiers.

>>4512500
>"Ah, you must be Lord Gao's man, that has been sent to our humble village to collect his tribute, come, come, I have much to show you, I was merely tending to my father"

>>4512500
>>"Ah, you must be Lord Gao's man, that has been sent to our humble village to collect his tribute, come, come, I have much to show you, I was merely tending to my father"
A son of the Emperor does not bow to a tax collector

>>4512500
>"Ah, you must be Lord Gao's man, that has been sent to our humble village to collect his tribute, come, come, I have much to show you, I was merely tending to my father"
>Write in
As the other anon put it, shoot the shit with him. There's no point in antagonizing him, he's a servant, not gao, and we need connections if we really want to take over. And it's always good to be friends with the tax man

>>4512500
>"Ah, you must be Lord Gao's man, that has been sent to our humble village to collect his tribute, come, come, I have much to show you, I was merely tending to my father"

Take the diplomatic route for now. I feel we should be a mix of The Lion and maybe Robot and Sanguinius when dealing with people, diplomatic when we can but taking absolutely no disrespect.

Calling the vote now
Kneel: 1
"Ah you must be..": 10
Compliment his horse: 3
Shoot that shit/ rub shoulders with ling: 3
Make him comfortable and test for weakness:1

clear winner here. writing the update

>>4512502
Kneeling and offering apologies when we are an infant primarch and they're a tax collector may seemed cucked but in some asian cultures it's actually a fairly significant flex to offer subservience to one you're clearly superior to. Not saying I agree with the option or that it's anything we should consider, but we aren't in Ultramar or Olympia anons.

>>4512563
I don't think that it's come up yet, but i'm not opposed to taking 'Hunter' as a first name. We can workshop a surname as well but as far as first names go you could do worse than Hunter.

Or, maybe the Chinese translation, Lièrén. But if we're going to go with that we could probably drop the accents or something.

Maybe Leiren, or something like that. It's a little off the word but I prefer the spelling of that to Lieren. The former gives it a long 'E' sound which just sounds better to me than the long 'I' sound of the latter.

just a thought

Merely clasped his hands together, grinning ear to ear like the common depictions of a fat, but wise man whose name had been lost to the ravages of time and the long night. The golden giant bowed as Ling covered his face with a fan, hoping to hide his obvious terror from merely being in the presence of this man, so clearly above and beyond the normal stock of Yan, or any people of Shangrala. His men remained frozen, even behind the snarling, fanged masks that hid their face, their dread was apparent in their eyes, as wide as the full moon. The spears almost fell from the hands as the giant of a man bowed his head slightly, completing the traditional greeting of their people, and then he spoke, the animalistic quality of his voice lessening until it was a sweet and gentle as a summer rain.
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"Ah you must be Lord Gao's man" You say, greeting the fellow upon the resplendent steed, in the finest clothing you had ever seen "that has been sent to our humble village, to collect his tribute"

Looking at them as you stood proud and tall again, at a glance you studied the threat they could pose to you. They were armored with plates layered over each other and connected by rings, and armed with long blade spears with poles of lacquered metal, the blades twisted and wavering. More dangerous weapons than anything the local beasts wielded, and they numbered twenty exactly.

But like the small man upon his horse, they were very clearly terrified of you, which would lessen their combat effectiveness, along with the fact that they were beneath you on an incline, giving you an even greater advantage should they attack. If it came to it, to best them in combat, and completely and other crush them, you'd need all of your hunting companions and they would no doubt take losses. Alone, unless you suppressed them quickly, you may sustain injuries yourself.

But as it stood they posed no threat to you or the village, such was their terror after merely seeing you. So you stopped considering the various factors that could affect a theoretical battle if it were to break out, as there was no chance it would. Unless they were truly foolish men.

"Come, come" You say warmly, opening your arms and bearing your chest in an effort to show you were not something so frightening they needed to play dead in front of you "I have much to show you, I was merely tending to my father"

They remain silent, the short man on his horse hiding his face except his eyes with a fan. It depicted a scene of a hunt, men on horse back chasing down Cliffjumpers, a breed of fowl grown to the size of a man that inhabited the mountains of these lands.

"Are, you the leader of these villagers?" he asked warily, his eyes narrowing as he studied you as you had studied him in his men, though his analyses took much longer than yours did "And yes, you are correct, I am the tax collector, Ling, and we have been waiting to collect the tithe you owe mighty lord Gao"
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>>4512631

You nod, folding you arms, moving your elbows back as you clasped you hands together

"I have explained my lateness, have I not?" You say kindly, still smiling as the man fans himself "I'll be happy to deliver to you, the tribute we owe Lord Gao"

"Yes, yes you have" The man says trying to sound unafraid and unconcerned "I will excuse this, as one's duties to their parents are tantamount to their loyalty to their rightful masters"

"Ah, I thank you for your understanding, but do please follow this humble hunter to his village, it is still a short distance from here still" You say, turning your back to them. There's no reason not to, none of them have the bravery to dare strike you from behind, and if they did they'd simply be courting death

The soldiers move first, the tax collector keeping his distance and using his men as living barrier between himself and you.

"Though I must admit my, suspicions that you have produced an acceptable tribute of grain for Gao" He says soon after you begin the short walk to the village proper "as the people here have clearly spent more time building than farming as is your duty"

"Oh, no the people here have worked very hard, and I built these walls when we had already acquired a fitting tribute, for Lord Gao" You say still smiling, Having chosen your words carefully to shock this Ling fellow from your "Impossible feat" of building these mighty walls on your own and in such a short time.

"Then I expect this village's tribute to be most generous if the people here found the time to build pointless walls instead of working" Ling says, trying to keep up the appearance of distant, uncaring bureaucrat.

"OH they have been working very hard, I meant that I built them myself" You say politely, humble and with a gentle voice as you Ling's eyes widened "that is, after all, what I told you, Tax collector Ling"

"In the winter" He says, the awed tone of his voice telling you he didn't think you were lying or exaggerating "And...and

He unfurls his fan again, hiding his expression from you and closing his eyes.

"Without explicit permission from the lord of these lands" He says as you reach the second gate.

"We were troubled by an onslaught of beasts, surely a wise man like Lord Gao will understand, there was nothing else we could do" You say, turning from ling to the wooden gate, Feng slamming the butt of his spear against it, signaling the men you had stationed behind it all was safe and they could stand down "We had to act on our own, or we would have been devoured"

Ling remained silent, his guards grouping closer together as they saw some of the other brothers of the panthers behind the gates. You raised a hand, slowly lowering it, a sign you had taught them while hunting alongside them. And as commanded, they obeyed, standing to the side and lowering their spears as they knelt.
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>>4512632
Two of them, Liang and Jiang, brothers with long hair glanced up as you walked by, to see if you gave the follow up signal to strike. Ling gripped the reigns of his mount tightly.


"There's nothing for you to fear here my lord, we are but humble servants" You say, turning your back to your companions and friends.
The air tenses as they size up the soldiers standing in front of them, and the soldiers do the same, though with less confidence in their posture considering you yourself as standing opposite of them. With a wave of your arm, you motioned to the men behind you, smiling still.

"We merely had to arm ourselves, to protect our livestock and families from the dreadful beasts of the fog" You say, giving the signal that a surprise attack would not be necessary, with the motion you had come up with to call of a hunt before it started "Surely Lord Gao will understand, we could not sit by while we were preyed upon"

"Yes...yes" Ling says, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed nervously, trying to maintain the unconcerned image he was trying to present to you "In the choice between death and blind obedience, it is better to take the path that will allow you to continue your service, though Lord Gao may wish to take such trained men into his army"

"We would be honored, but we merely did what was necessary, I am glad to meet a man as understanding as yourself, Tax collector Ling" You say turning your back to Ling and his men as you walked past your own. They dispersed, heading back to the pens that held what livestock your village had.

"I was told this village was a ruin when I was given the order to fetch the taxes owed" Ling says, as you walk past the small pastures and collections of pens you built to house the beasts of burden of your people, keeping them closer to the fields and paddies than the village themselves "Did you truly find time to rebuild so quickly during a famine"

"Oh yes, we had what we were asked to give well before the end of winter, it left me plenty of time to rebuild and improve what was left, as you can see" You say, waving your arm across the work you've accomplished, and the village itself as you quickly approached the final gate. You sigh and hang your head.

"I just wish I had the power to return the dead to life, then I could truly say I have bettered this humble village" You say sadly, as the gate swings open, pulled by men on the other side, who having not heard your shouting know there's no danger presented by the twenty one men following you.

"I see no sign of ruin" Ling says, his eyes widening as he sees the bustling life of the center of the village, fires burning in stone pits, children playing and women going about their chores as you slowly walk forward "All of the people I have seen look well fed, are you sure you left enough grain to give as tribute?"
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>>4512635

"Grain?" You ask, laughing as you glance over your shoulder at the man draped in brightly dyed silks, with a flat topped wide brimmed hat of the same pointlessly garish colors "Oh no, we could not grow grain in the dead of winter, so...I hope lord Gao, in his endless wisdom is understanding that we had to find an alternative form of tribute"


Ling smiles from behind his fan, no doubt thinking he's caught you with your leg in a snare, and could not pounce and squeeze you and the rest of the village of what little you owned or perhaps, do something even more wicked. But he did not realize, that it was himself who had fallen into the Panther's den.

With a sharp whistle and clap of your hands, Feng steps behind you, letting out a yell. The soldiers form a wall again together, until they see the women of the village, the ones were the fairest and plumpest, come out from their homes, carrying bundles of fur as you had ordered to be placed. The fine, soft white and silver sheen fur of the Fog panthers, all of the pelts complete with their six limbs, the tails removed for the use of scarfs or dusters.

The air with Ling escapes him in the form of a wheezing cough, as he nearly falls of his fine specimen of a horse, as stacks of furs are placed upon the carts you had prepared for the occasion. One of the soldiers drop their weapon as the first two carts are filled with folder panther hides, and then the women bring out the furs of the wild Swing and Mist jackals, with their course and rougher fur, and set them along in other carts, along with a boxes filled with salted and smoked meat.

"how?" Ling says, unable to hide his awe of the bounty before him and dread of the fact that he was seeing something that to his mind should not be possible "how...how acceptable, this is an acceptable replacement for the shipment of grain that Lord Gao asked for, I am certain he will be thrilled to hear of the prosperity of"

He pulls a small scroll from his side and unfurls it

"This, nameless, remote, unimportant village" He says, his voice cracking and turning a little delirious "And you, you were the one who lead the effort in rebuilding, and I assume as well, the idea to substitute the grain for these pelts?"

He folds his fan closed with a flick of his wrist and jabs it at you, his eyes burning with the madness of a man given a chest of jewels and gold.

"What is your name, leader of nothing?" He asks as you don't let your umbridge of your home being described in such terms, even if they are an apt description "it is for my report to Lord Gao, you understand, so his benevolence may learn of your deeds"
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>>4512644

What do you say 2nd?
>Oh I also have no name, fitting for the leader of nothing, no?
> Oh there is no need, friend Ling, instead of worrying about such minor details, why not rest and relax here for the night. You and your men must be tired
>I have no desire for honors or material rewards, simply give Lord Gao what is owed.
>Oh, my apologies, that is only a portion of our tribute to lord Gao, the rest has already been packed, you see.
>Write in?

>>4512649
>"Oh I also have no name, fitting for the leader of nothing, no? Although, I have been called Hunter by the people of this village, so I suppose Lieren would do well for the records of the mighty lord Gao."

>>4512644
I got nothing in terms of name.
Tian? Tian the Hunter. Any objections guys?

>>4512649
>"Oh I also have no name, fitting for the leader of nothing, no? Although, I have been called Hunter by the people of this village, so I suppose Lieren would do well for the records of the mighty lord Gao."

>>4512654
i like this option, fitting for the great hunter of the wilds

>>4512649
>>4512619
I literally just said this.

Either Hunter, or the Chinese-esque translation. Leiren, or Lieren

>>4512649
>"Oh I also have no name, fitting for the leader of nothing, no? Although, I have been called Hunter by the people of this village, so I suppose Lieren would do well for the records of the mighty lord Gao."

>>4512649
I feel like it doesn't matter, we should probably kill these guys at the slightest implication that they're going to come back. Or we should at least threaten the tax man indirectly, to buy us more time to prep the village and perhaps look around for our pod and any potential tech.

>>4512649
>>"Oh I also have no name, fitting for the leader of nothing, no? Although, I have been called Hunter by the people of this village, so I suppose Lieren would do well for the records of the mighty lord Gao."

>>4512663
Leiren would've worked too but Lieren fits in with Magnus, Guilliman, Jaghatai, and Mortarion at the least. I don't think we should limit ourselves to one name, and should take on more as we go through our lives.
>>4512668
I think we should comply until they push us an inch too far, then we put our foot down to the tune of Taiping 2.0. If this Gao burns our village, I say we have his head on a stake.

>>4512672
+1 to taking more names, that'll make us unique among the primarchs.

>>4512673
Tian/Tiandi and Haungdi are sick as fuck, they just feel huge to declare this early on. Especially since we've been so humble so far.

>>4512673
Imagine being the Remembrancer who has to sit and listen to one of the primarchs, the leaders of the great crusade and sons of the emperor of mankind a super human god of war, as he lists of every one of his names and the stories of how he began to be called such. so steeped in metaphor and filled with untranslatable sayings that you're pretty sure he's just decided to fuck with you as a hobby. And when you ask one of his astartes for clarification, they all refer to him by a different one of his names, even whle in conversation with each other.

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>>4512672
>>4512673
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>>4512678
Supporting whatever the fuck is going on. Lets do it. Lets fuck with everyone and make this a pissing contest with our brothers by having the most names of ever.

>>4512684
>instead of a list of titles
>he has a book of names

>>4512675
>>4512678
>>4512684
>>4512685
We're like a cooler custodian this way, shit's dope.

>>4512687
If we want to be more unique, we could go by our most recent name instead of just going by the first two, like Constantin Valdor, Ra Endymion, Amon Tauromachian, etc.

>>4512689
Or change names depending on the situation

>>4512663
>>4512664
>>4512684

We should take Lieren as our first name, we can adopt as many middle names/titles as we want.

>surname has yet to be decided

I've had a sudden realization, having numerous names feeds into the neobuddhist angle, because he's intrinsically not attached to any one identity.

>>4512684
I don't know what we're doing, but I support it!

>>4512696
He's a Primarch, he's attached to an identity intrinsically. Would his biological makeup allow him to think that way?

Now that I think about it, a collectivist mind might work better for him. IF he IS intrinsically connected to another mind, it would lend credence to a multiple name type situation.

>still voting Lieren/Leiren as first name

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>>4512696
>>4512703
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S2o-LmI3kiE

>>4512703
Of course he's attached to his identity as a primarch under the purview of the Emperor's design, but the implication of many names is that he views himself to be of himself, independent of a name, if that makes any sense. He doesn't view titles or fame as worthwhile, and recognition only insofar as it encourages others to do as he sees fit, for their sake.

Why not combine the two names we'vve been mentioning in the thread?
Tian Lieren.

That's in Surname - First name form, to note.

>>4512713
I think we should take the name Tian when its appropriate.

>>4512714
Ah, so just start as Lieren, and stack on the names like:

<surname we get when emp's shows up> Lieren <name> <name> <title> <name> Tian <name> <title> <title> <name> <name> Haungdi

>>4512571
Heh. That sounds like it would have been hilarious. Any others you can think of where we can be humble and virtuous but flex hard on our foes at the same time?

Prefer the no name. Just go by our title / rank as an homage to the emperor.

>>4512713
>Tiansh Lieren
Heavenly Hunter

>>4512719
>foe wielding power weapon
>set ours aside, raise fists
>for the sake of fairness

>>4512722
>sorry
Tianshang Lieren
surname first
Translates to heavenly hunter, though Hunter Heavenly is just as good (if not better) a name.
I don't know how Chinese naming conventions work

>>4512722
Supporting this, or whatever the proper convention is.

>>4512722
support

Alright, calling the vote here, last update of the night.

Telling Ling your name is Lieren: 6
Telling him its Tian: 1
Giving yourself a surname as a peasant: 2

Writing it now

Though I will admit Tian/ Tianshang Lieren sounds pretty cool, and Heavenly hunter is an amazingly awesome