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You are Lieren of Nothing, Leader of the rebellion against the Tyrants of Yan, Great hunter of the wilds, bringer of prosperity and benevolence, Hero of the common folk, friend of the virtuous, Slayer of the twin dragons of Gao, Ender of the Cui line, Inventor of firearms, and the wise philosopher who has created "The Journey" Which has spread throughout the lands and given hope to the people.

Having worked further to bring plenty and bounty to all beneath Lord Gao, you weakened his power structure by tricking him into calling for the heads of his most loyal of servants. Slaying Cui Fu the supreme warrior in combat and convincing the mountain lord Tao Song to accept his death for the good of the realm and family. Gathering your allies, you presented to them a new form of weapon, the firearm, and left Nothing to execute Lord Gao personally backed by Yin Lei's army.

Slaying the decadent slug, you judge his family and guests, saving the virtuous among them and turning to further prepare for the retaliation from The Yan kingdom, turning the lands you now lead into a veritable fortress and near unassailable by any mundane army who would dare invade.

Upon the outbreak of war, you allowed the general of Mao Jian to take the castle of one of the border lords who you had executed not long after lord Gao himself. Having thus lured the vanguard of the Yan into a trap, you sent Lai Song to harass the supply chain of the Yan army to weaken Mao's forces and keep reinforcements from arriving. Sending your trusted friend and confident Jinhai over the border with his own army, you took the castle of the lords of Dai with little bloodshed. And you yourself assassinated Mao Jian, brother of Lord Mao, and the generals and advisors that had accompanied him.

Sensing that the Yan army was regrouping and planning their next move, you spread your forces through the Dai lands and personally began to aid those who still lived within them, to try and share the prosperity you had nurtured in the lands formerly held by the Gao. But, knowing it would be foolish to let down your guard, you led a strike force to find the Yan army to ensure you would not be taken by surprise when they did gather the courage to launch another attack.

Meeting Dai Niu, the Lord of the castle Jinhai captured, you approached him peacefully and held a parley with him, discovering him to be a virtuous man and saving him from assassination ordered by a distant cousin of his and servant of the Yan dynasty.

A man who you have decided to debate, so he will admit his masters are tyrannical, and then have him hung for his treachery
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>>4568748

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Calmly, and restraining your rage you feel towards this man, not only for the insults and lies he's spewed towards you like poison, not only because he has injured one of your closest friends and companions but because he would dare to betray his own kin for such a flimsy reason as talking with the enemy and threaten his own cousin with a fate so terrible, so dreadful, you cannot think of his words without feeling enraged. It is a simple task, turning your mind from searching for the quickest and most effective means of ending this Dog of the Yan's life, to a more productive road of thought. Namely, how you could get him to admit with his own words that the Yan are tyrants of the most terrible variety and reveal their sinful and cruel ways to all who are near enough hear him speak.

It should be an easy task, the man is in emotional turmoil, enraged near to the point of madness. All you have to do his prod and pull the strings that have been strung through his back, and he'll reveal the true face of the Yan Dynasty and expose their darkest secrets. If of course he doesn't catch onto your ploy as he speaks to you, but considering his current emotional and mental state, that is unlikely to occur. At least by your predictions.

Setting down you untouched glass of liquor, you clasp your hands together and rest them on the table, turning your head up to look at the "roof" of the tent as the Eunuch continues to hurl threats and insults towards Dai Niu and his children. It's amazing how he has yet to loose his composure in the face of such a wicked verbal assaulted. Respectable even.

"You claim I lie when I speak of the atrocities committed by nobility Yan, that Gao was a virtuous man that had the misfortune of trusting a devilish advisor" You say, using a soft and serene tone as you address the screeching Eunuch still laid out upon the packed dirt, beneath Feng's boot "That I spread corruption and devastation by simply walking upon Shangrala, that I am sorcerous overlord that wish to bring darkness and suffering to all the lands before my eyes"

Looking down, you turn your eyes to the squirming emissary who starts to hyperventilate and wheeze as you force him to look into your eyes by following his as he tries to look away and avoid your piercing gaze. Drool starts to flow from the corner of his mouth, over his blackened teeth.

"I must ask, do you have any proof to back up these outrageous things you've said about me and my great work?" You ask kindly, flashing a beaming grin as The Eunuch chokes as if his tongue was attempting to strangle the life out him.

"You're a usurper, reaching for more power after you already slaughtered your own master, with no title or family name. You deserve nothing and reach for everything" He manages to hiss out, looking as if the effort it took to merely speak that lie has greatly injured the man.

You tilt your head to the side by a few degrees and sigh.
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>>4568752

"Is there any benefit to remaining loyal to a master who purposefully harms the lands he stewards and torments not only his people but his own kin as well?" You ask with a frown, turning your gaze back onto the man's eyes as he wheezes and struggles to breath, kicking his legs and spitting as he tries to escape your attention, like a field mouse fleeing a farmer's foot "And that is not the proof I asked for, it is but another ridiculous claim"

You lean over the table, to get slightly closer to the man wriggling and writhing on the floor like a dying serpent.

"So again, I ask for proof that I am the devil you claim" You say calmly, widening your grin as you tilt your head back into a neutral position, maintaining your gaze into the man's eyes and souls.

"He was the rightful lord of those lands, it was his right to rule as he pleases. The Gao line had held those lands for generations, many generations" The Eunuch says, wincing and groaning as he speaks, trying to dance around providing evidence of your supposed crimes and sinful nature

"By what right? And you have yet to answer my previous questions. The Yan surely wouldn't leave a man who squandered the resources of the land he had been allowed to rule in their place in power, would they?" You ask as the Man cries out as if you've just struck him, like he has just been stabbed.

"By the right of nobility passed down by the celestial courts" He answers, panting and wheezing as he tried to squirm out from under your gaze "The right all lords hold by birth, passed onto them by the Yan themselves. You would dare accuse the heavens of choosing a poor ruler? you spread lies of the dead even now"

"No, but I would name you a poor liar, There is no such thing as divine rule. The Gao had ruled their lands for so long because the family has, for many generations allowed their people to starve to give a greater tribute to the Yan, and forced the people to die in the field and quarry to bring great wealth to the ruling dynasty, now I would ask you once again" You say, pushing your chair from the table to face the Eunuch directly.

Opening your eyes wide, you glare down at the liar and cause the very air he breaths to become caught in his throat.

"Stop avoiding my questions, where is the evidence, where is the benefit of serving a cruel idiot, by what right did the Gao have to abuse the people and land? They were raised to nobility for service to the Yan when they took power some centuries ago, were they not?" You say sternly as the man squirms and whimpers, shaking his head and trying to bite his tongue by not having the strength to even draw blood

"You have no right, you are but a farmer" He whispers, You growl through your teeth at him.

"I do not want excuses, I want answers, so tell me Dog! Or can you not?!" You bark as the man whines and cries, thrashing around and blubbering like a child left alone in the dark
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>>4568753

"Tell me, what evidence is there of these crimes, of the sinful nature you claim me to have"

"You have hung lords and generals and taxmen, scholars and soldiers alike and taken their lands. You've created an army to wage war against the rest of Yan" He hisses, closing his eyes and shuddering as he speaks, quivering with every word that leaves his lips "Built upon the corpses of faithful servants"

"Yet those lands now prosper after generations of ill rule, no longer do men starve, no longer do they freeze to death in their own homes. There has not been a great sickness since I began my work. You speak of these men as if they were virtuous men, good men, but I have seen the truth of them as I now see the truth of you" You reply calmly, flexing your fingers and stretching your arms slightly as you speak "I had no plans to invade the further lands of Yan, if they would have only left my people alone to prosper, the army was built in the response I foresaw when I slew Gao Liwei. Each of those men, were a blight upon his lands. I followed the orders Gao had given me, to bring prosperity to his lands. This"

You smirk

"Was merely the most effective way of doing so, removing those who would impede the ascension of the common man and refuse to share the bounty I brought with others" You continue on, moving your hands from each other and then crossing your arms over your chest "The Gao were merely the last obstacle to bring true prosperity to his Lands, and raising up the people who lived upon them"

The Eunuch remains silent.

"These hands have shed noble blood, and have killed noble men, but do tell me, why would the Yan attack a land that now prospers well beyond any other Land beneath their rule, simply because the ruler had been removed from power?" You ask, tapping a finger against your arm as the Eunuch starts crying again "It would not be the first time a family has been removed from their seat, if I had killed them all it would not have been the first time such a slaughter had been carried out, so why do the Yan refuse to accept this as a legal exchange of power? I removed the foolish Liwei so I may raise up his lands and people to comfort and prosperity, why is this a crime in the eyes of the Yan?"

"Liar" The man manages to mutter "Liar, you're a liar, its for your own gain"

"That is not what I asked, I asked why the Yan feel threatened by men seeking to better themselves and the lives of others?" You question calmly as the Man tries to close his eyes to avoid seeing yours.

"You preach destruction of tradition, to overthrow rightful kings and lords, you're gospel of insubordination and rebellion spreads like a poison" The Eunuch manages to spit out, you spit on the ground.
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>>4568754

"The Journey I have taught to many and encouraged to spread, only speaks of removing Tyrants, those who would abuse others and force them down paths that they do not wish to follow, those who would subjugate and oppress their brothers in life" You reply calmly, smiling once again, genially and gently "So are all those of noble blood tyrants?"

"That is a vague description, easily exploited and expanded to include nearly any man in a position of power" The man mutters before you laugh.

"It is quite clear, I went to great lengths describing the characteristics of a tyrant" You say with a grin, having almost caught the Eunuch in admitting you have just cause for opposing the Yan and their followers "So tell me, do the Yan want my head because they are Tyrants? Because they see a distorted image of me, or for some other reason? Why would they oppose wise rule, a rule that benefits the people and lands, but support a tyrant who wasted much potential wealth and talented men over petty grudges and his own pride"

He says nothing just staring ahead breathing heavily, his flesh turned a sickly pale color, sweat and tears beading down his face as he struggles to keep his composure and come up with another flimsy argument for you to kick over.

"Why would they do such a thing? The lands that once suffered beneath Gao rule, are now rich with commodities and food, not one man goes hungry, the roads are safe enough for women to travel unaccompanied, and I have turned the starved masses into a stalwart and capable army" You say coldly, frowning as the Man begins to wail and cry, unable to even call you a liar "Why do the Yan seek to kill me then? to return the Gao to power, when I have brought such prosperity and progress. Why do they fear me? Why do they spread terrible lies and falsehoods about me? For what reason?"

"You are poisoning the land, making it weak, emboldening the peasantry, removing traditions and history and replacing them with an insipid gospel that turns men into docile animals who'd give their wealth and homes away if they were so pressed. You curse the very soul of our nation and call it sinful" The Eunuch raves, eyes wide and bulging out of his skull, his already frayed mind tearing as he struggles to argue against what you say.

"Cui Fu said the same, that I weakened the land and people for some foul purpose, I took his head for he and the Lord Cui who came before turned their home into a wasteland that will take perhaps decades to fully recover and allowed bandits to prey upon his people in an effort to make them strong" You say calmly, letting out a sigh before you continue to speak, relaxing your shoulders and releasing your tension " was he the lord the Yan wish to have? Do they wish to leave sadists like Gao in power? The Man who ordered the deaths of Cui Fu and all of the Tao"

"By your manipulations" the Eunuch snarls before crying out as if he's been stabbed again.
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>>4568755

"By his paranoia" You reply, shaking your head once to show your spite "Is the soul of the Yan sadism, decadence, excess and mindless indulgence? Is that why they oppose me, because I refuse to accept such things as good, to accept their gospel of decay as the only way to live? Is it because I am not an easily controlled fool eager to please my masters. Or..."

You stand from your chair and glare at the foul creature beneath your feet

"Because they fear the power I have given to the common man, the unity I have spread through the land and peasantry, like tyrants" You accuse, sneering as the Eunuch closes his eyes.

"You have no place, no right to step as far as you have. It is not their place, to rise above the stations of their birth. If they are commanded to die, they shall die, if they are ordered to give up their daughters, they must" He says unable to avoid your questioning anymore, breaking from your interrogation "it is the natural order of things, the peasantry, farmers, hunters, workers, fishermen, whatever they are, are born to serve the nobility and appease them. If they declare they are to be given an entire harvest or all the wealth in their lands, they shall, it is their right"

"Given by who?" You ask as the Eunuch whimpers

"I do not know, it is how it is, it is how it should be, the strong stand above the weak" He cries "It is the order of Yan, of Shangrala, of Humanity. We need leaders, we need guides, you are breaking tradition and natural order for what? so peasants can eat well? can live comfortably? the meaning of their lives, their very existences is toil. is it Tyrannical simply to follow the role given to you upon birth? To partake in the privilege allowed to them by birth and station? It is the way things should be, the Nobility command and peasantry obey, you are spreading dangerous ideas and gospel, upsetting the balance, the way things should remain! Is it tyranny to simply rule?! What right do you have to name the Yan tyrants, you are nothing and come from nothing! their bloodlines have ruled for generations and you dare to stand against them, to work against them!?"

"So you admit it, you serve tyrants and they lie about me to appear as moral and right" You say as the man cries and whimpers, nodding, utterly defeated by your words "So fools will continue to bow their heads and not harbor rebellious thoughs"

You turn to Feng and nod.

"Feng, take this man and hang him as we have done with all the decadent fools that came before him" You command, swinging your arm out for emphasis as your friend nods, still bleeding from the wound the Eunuch gave him, painting his cheek crimson.

"All of your followers will die for your pride, your hubris. The Yan will rule as is their right, and you shall not be able to stop them. You will fail, Lieren of nothing!" The eunuch spits as he's lead away "You struggle against human nature! against the command of the celestial courts! and you shall die for it"
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>>4568757

"Make sure to give him a proper burial" You say, turning back to Dai Niu, who has been listening and drinking for the duration of your "Debate" with his traitorous cousin. His sons look horrified, stricken with shock, a dread realization having taken hold of their minds. That they serve Tyrants.

Smiling genially, you clasp your hands together once again and bow

"Now back on the topic at hand, I am willing to export as much supplies as it takes to keep your people fed, Dai niu" You say happily as the old general nods and swallows hard "if you allow me to interfere further in the lands your family rules"
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What do you do after the Parley, Lieren?
> Officially welcome the Dai into your alliance and forces and return Dai castle to Niu
> Secretly ally the Dai to your forces, giving you a hidden knife against the Yan's back
>Discuss the intricacies of your philosophy to Lord Dai and his sons.
>Return to the lands you hold, and allow Dai Niu to decide his path for himself.
> Write in?
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>>4568759
>Discuss the intricacies of our philosophy
>offer him open or secret alliance, either suits us but it is up to him.

A secret alliance could allow him to move amongst the Yan and gather allies for a betrayal.
An open alliance is an increase in our forces and allows him to see his family and ancestral home again.
So the choice is really his.
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>>4568759
>>Discuss the intricacies of your philosophy to Lord Dai and his sons.
>Officially welcome the Dai into your alliance and forces and return Dai castle to Niu
I'd like for them to join willingly, but their lands will join with or without them. They get to decide if it is with new leaders. With their army of infantry, we can face far larger forces without having to worry about being overwhelmed by hordes of fodder by integrating their spearmen into our formations
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>>4568842
I think the Dai are all willing to throw in with us, it's just a matter of how we wish for it to occur.

Your option isnt actually giving them a choice, its pushing for them to accept an open alliance
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>>4568759
>>Return to the lands you hold, and allow Dai Niu to decide his path for himself.

I believe we've made our case as clear as possible for the moment.
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D-didn't we cross the battlelines specifically to find out what the Yan are planning??
Going back now, when we HAVEN'T done figured out the Yan's plans sounds quite self-defeating to me.
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>>4568759
>Discuss the intricacies of your philosophy to Lord Dai and his sons.
Figure out the Yan's plans.
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>>4568759
>Discuss the intricacies of your philosophy to Lord Dai and his sons.
>Return to the lands you hold, and allow Dai Niu to decide his path for himself.
Dai will come to us.

>>4568879
I think that was just us overestimating our enemy, a rare error.
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>>4568759
>Discuss the intricacies of your philosophy to Lord Dai and his sons
>offer him open or secret alliance, either suits us but it is up to him.
This is gonna be good.
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>>4568759
>>Return to the lands you hold, and allow Dai Niu to decide his path for himself.
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>>4568759
>Write-In
>Discuss the intricacies of your philosophy to Lord Dai and his sons.
>Give them back their castle and lands. And ask them if they at least would like a truce between us as well giving us the possibility to continue our war against the Yang, if they don t consider joining our rebellion but don t want to fight us.
>Continue with our scouting of Yang lands, and do swift attacks against other Yang forces for see how strong they are and how many they are. Destroy symbols of Yang power along the way, and give useful gifts (food, tools, medicines and so on) to the common men of the villages we will pass.
>Send spies ahead of us our forces for see what it can be done for obtain more information about the Yang army or armies. During their mission this spies, can also capture messangers and send them back to their forces with changed orders causing chaos. They should leave along the way copies of the Journey too.
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>>4568759
Supporting this
>>4568839
First of all, the only reason to stop the adavance of a succesful campaign against an enemy in dissarray is stretching the frontline too thin or lacking a proper line of command, transport, resousce distribution, etc. We have all those things and also a fortress with a general that knows all the lands close and all the nearby lords. I think we should go full "open alliance" with Dai and just march at intervals (capture a fortress or set of fortresses and then make sure everyone is loyal and stablish proper supply lines, also take all advantageous terrain and build small forts), we repeat the process as much as we can and send raiding parties to keep the yan in disarray and ignorance. Second, we just made this people see the Yan and most supporters as depraved, sadistic tyrants. If we now not only offer them resources progress and stability, but also give them the choice and allow them to decide what they want to do from now on (which is and extremely difficult decission with long term impact and we lack the info about Dai and the Yan to make it properly), we prove beyond any doubt that we are not a tyrant and that if we ever act like a tyrant is out of pure necessity and not out of pleasure (this prevents being acussed of hipocresy when we have to take harsh measures or when we join the Emperor and have to do warcrimes to win).
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>>4569007
Support
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>>4569007
Yep, this is good too, so basically this>>4568839
Combined with >>4569007
We allow Dai to decide and meanwhile we keep the yan forces in a constant administrative and tactical nightmare while also making more and more population loyal to the journey.
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>>4568839
supporting this. it's the best of both world and allows for self determination
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>>4569839
I was about to say.
There's a guardsman quest, a khorne quest, and another guardsman quest. Maybe a few more. The only ones that were here first are Man of Iron and Chapter Master.
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>>4569851
In fairness, The Khorne quest was a guy who kept trying to do 40k quests in the past but either flaked or got the QMs curse in full force.

Not so much copying a trend as trying to get back to Qming
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>>4569839
Well, I say the more the merrier.
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>>4569839
Imitation is the greatest form of flattery, malal should feel proud.
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>>4569851
Don’t forget a Mechanicus quest, that one looks promising so far
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>>4569839
I wonder why this quest succeeded so much. The recognizable setting and how it was written probably had a large role to play but that wouldn't explain how it was able to punch through 2000 posts in the first thread. There was a specific flavor to the abundant discussion,pragmatic lore analysis and planning that felt eerily familiar.
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>>4570080
I'd say a combination of very good writing, beloved setting and a high power level. An imperial guardsman can be a good protagonist for a quest, but he has little agency. A primarch has the ability to fundamentally change a world.
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>>4570080
>>4570094
FREQUENT UPDATES
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>>4570080
I'd say its the characterisation, both of MC and others, in combination with a detailed and interesting world. Throw in the fact its a decent power fantasy in a well-known setting to attract initial attention and it makes sense. Also >>4570098.
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>>4570080
Malal writes ridiculously fast.
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Calling the vote now

Discuss philosophy with Dai Niu and his sons: 9
Offer either form of alliance to your Dai:4
Make an open alliance with the Dai:1
Return to the Dai lands and let Niu decide his path himself: 3
Give back the castle and lands and ask if they would at least like a truce: 3
Continue scouting Yan Lands: 3
Send spies ahead to learn of the Yan's plan and sow chaos and spread the journey: 3

Total votes: 11

Alright So Lieren will discuss his philosophy with Lord Dai and his sons, and since there's a total of 6 votes for returning the Dai their lands and castle, I'll have Lieren mention the possibility of doing so.

Writing the update now

>>4569950
Well if I did inspire them to start those quests, I'm happy I did. since it means that more people are having a good time. Same reason I'm glad people enjoy this quest.

You know besides the fact it's a blast to write Lieren and people reacting to him and his actions.

>>4570094
>>4570100
Thanks!

>>4570105
Yeah its a talent of mine.

>>4570098
Wish I was doing them a little bit quicker, desu

>>4570080
I love all the discussion, and the rare meme. Also going to once again give props to the guy who made that fog panther legion/ chapter symbol. That thing is amazing
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>>4570184
I feel like a parley without discussing possible defections or alliances is an endeavour missing the point.

But oh well.
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"Is it truly possible to have such a bountiful harvest, mid season?" Dai Gang asks as his aging father swirls a small vial of liquid fertilizer around, gripping the glass tube between his fingers as he inspects it "is this alchemy of yours truly able to encourage such unnatural growth"

"If it is correctly utilized, the lands I lead have adopted this method, along with other methods to aid in the growth and yield of crops, to great effect. if the land is treated with a mixture of minerals and vitamins, along with a suitable fertilizer buried beneath the seeds and another like the one I have shown your father, is mixed into the water you douse over the field or pipe" You start to explain as Gang looks at you as if you were speaking in a foreign tongue or speaking an incantation to call upon the divine. Smiling kindly you nod your head once

"Yes, the alchemy is quite potent, and has the benefit of not spoiling the land, no matter how long it is used to encourage the crops to grow larger and quicker" You say, deciding to explain it in a method that men not accustomed to the the knowledge you've shared and spread so freely

"Amazing, and you would give such a miracle to our lands, for nothing in exchange? No payment or pact?" Gang asks giddily as One of his young brothers, a man with a thin mustache mimicking his father's own well groomed style, taps his knuckles against one of the squashes you've brought along with you, in case you found any villages that needed convincing to accept your gifts.

"I would offer you the hand of one my own daughters, any one of them yet unwed" Dai Niu says, as amazed as his sons are at the "miracle elixir" you've brought to show them, after Gang asked how exactly you were getting so much food, if not by divine aid "I'd name you my own son, adopt you into my house"

You shake your head, and let out a soft chuckle.

"I am greatly humbled by your offer, but I have no desire for such things. the last lord of the Gao offered me a similar bargain, to control me, you see. All I wish is to help my fellow man, and ensure not a single one of my brothers or sisters born to Shangrala suffer famine or hardship again" You explain with a kind smile as Niu sighs and laughs, Gang joining him as well as the Other sons continue to inspect the gourd, trying to find any sign of trickery or obvious celestial intervention upon it "To be rewarded for such a simple act, does not interest me. I will have to unfortunately refuse your generous offer"

"That is a part of The Journey, is it not? To aid others when able to? To be generous without any reason besides that you are able to be. To seek to understand your fellow man and give unto them kindness" Dai Niu says, setting the vial gently down upon the table, Gang reaches for it himself, tugging at his braided beard as he does so.
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>>4570228

"Yes, one of its many facets. It also reflects another teaching, one of the other four core tenants in fact" You say kindly as you turn your eyes to Gang, who is now swirling the vial of fertilizer much like his father had been doing mere moments before "Nurturing the land, sharing and ensuring the spread of prosperity"

"And defending both, if those Journeymen who preach your word are to be believed" Dai Niu adds, clasping his hands together, smiling as you nod "I've never before heard of men caring for nature, it is a queer but understandable thought. To respect the world we as civilized men stand apart from"

"If nature falls ill, so does civilization" You explain, as the old man nods his head, closing his eyes and reflecting on the small wisdom you have gifted him.

"I have never thought of it like that before, but your words ring true" He replies after a few moments of reflection, reaching for his still half filled glass of liquor to sip from again. After swishes the drink around his mouth and swallows, he speaks again "But one thing that remains confusing to me, is your acceptance that all things shall fade and die one day, that life is transient"

"And thus knowing all life shares equal value, from the smallest creature to the mightiest king" You say, eyes narrowed with joy and smile turned to a bright, beaming grin "What of the concept confuses you? I figured it was quite easily understood"

"No no, I understand it, my words were vague forgive me, Lieren" Dai Niu says, lifting up his glass and swirling the drink resting within, watching it as though it was a work of art "I am simply confused as to how you and the students of The Journey can be so"

He smacks his lips, closing his eyes again as he ponders how to describe exactly what is confusing him, to put it into words

"Accepting of death, of the transience of life, and yet to not mourn it but rather revel in the fact that all things come to an end" He says after a few moments of thought "it is a grim gospel to be sure, and one that the Yan have been trying to twist to reflect negatively upon your work"

You nod, clapping your hands together and sighing as you turn your eyes to the roof of the tent once more

"Well, why would one cling to life, when there is no method to make it endless? You live and you die. It is natural to die, to try and step from the cycle of life and death, is to height of foolishness. Men and all creatures large and small will come to an end one day, all works shall be forgotten someday, and all castles and civilizations shall turn to dust" You say serenely, calmly as Dai Niu winces, obviously uncomfortable being forced to recognize the fleeting nature of himself and all he knows. Few men can easily accept such a truth
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>>4570233

"But" You say, raising on your hands up as you continue on "that does not mean all you do has no point or worth. Even the smallest actions echo into the future, changing the world for good or ill. Even though one day all you have built and done shall turn to legend, and then myth and then be lost, even though all you know shall one day return to dust and ash, know that all you have done, from the greatest cruelty to the smallest kindness, has shaken the world and changed the course of history. The ripples of our actions, how we effect others, the changes we wrought rather by intent or purpose shall far outlast our own lives and even the very memory that we ever lived"

Dai Niu takes a deeper drink from his glass, and you pause to all his mind to process the new information you have revealed to him.

"So we simply do not fear death and the fading of memory, all things shall once be forgotten, but their presence and influence shall truly fade" You explain happily "It is one of the truths of the Journey, and how I myself of course view my own mortality. If life continues or simply ends does not concern me, if I shall see the changes I have brought through different eyes, does not bother me in the slightest. Simply that I have lived at all, and would have changed the world if I had simply remained a farmer, is enough for me to greet the fate that awaits me and all things peacefull"

"So you do not worship death, like Mao Bolin had claimed as he fled deeper into Yan with the rest of those cowards?" Gang asks, making his father tighten his jaw

"We are still enemies, my son" He says simply, his eldest bowing his head and looking ashamed by the slip of his tongue "Even if we may not remain as such by the days end, presently we stand against this most benevolent of men"

"Not at all, we worship nothing, its simply a school of thought, a teaching, a guide. Describing a Journey, and path of life. I do not hold it as gospel or divine revelation, it is merely a collection of thoughts, stories, beliefs and wisdom" You explain with a chuckle "Do they truly believe that I would tell anyone to praise death? All I say is to accept it, and not fear it"

"It is one of the many lies they tell of you, Humble Lieren" Dai Niu says, sounding utterly disgusted that such things are said of you and those would name themselves your students "But that explains my question quite succinctly, Though I will admit that I only have a passing knowledge of your collected wisdom, I've heard the chants and mantras the "Journeymen" speak in mediation, I've heard the sayings they repeat in the face of torture or even death itself, the stories you've told them, the lesson taught"

"If you wish, I always keep at least one copy of the Journey close at hand, I would be happy to gift you one for your own personal studies if you are curious of what my philosophy actually entails, free of any lies or falsehood" You say, smirking as you tempt Lord Dai further away from the Yan
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>>4570236

"I would be hanged for keeping such a treasure, if I remain serving the Yan" Dai Niu laughs, taking another sip of Dragon's spit before he sets his glass down "But they have tried to kill me once already, so I do not see the harm in keeping such a tome in my possession"

"So we are breaking with the Yan then?" Gang asks, glancing to his father meekly.

Dai Niu simply nods, and you feel a great warmth and joy surge through your body. You have removed another portion of the Yan army, with only a handful of deaths.

"If only because they betrayed our trust first, I shall not serve a kingdom that will have my head for merely seeking to ensure my family's well being" Dai Niu says, snorting through his nose as he turns to look you in your eyes, managing to hold his gaze longer than most men "Though, the idea of being forced to oppose the man who saved my life and only seeks to better the world, has also influenced my decision"

Gang nods, smiling proudly as the other sons cheer and holler, having began dissecting the near man sized vegetable you've brought to their attention.

"For I cannot, in good conscience, remain the enemy of a man who I owe my life and the lives of my children to" Dai Niu says raising his glass

"Oh!" You say, somewhat surprised you didn't have to even bargain or suggest the idea to Lord Dai yourself, but proud and awed that he has such a virtuous heart to come to such a conclusion himself , even if it is the wise thing to do "Well then I shall offer your lands and castle back to you, for if you are now a neutral party in this war, I cannot in good conscience myself, continue occupying your home with my own army"

"Why would you need to do such a thing? We are turning our coat to your banner, Lieren" Dai Niu says, laughing as he notices the surprise on your face, have momentary it may be.

"I must be one of the few men who can claim he has shocked a giant" He cackles, shaking his head, before frowning "It's only the wise thing to do, after all. You saved my life, I am in your debt, and after all...why should one continue to serve a foolish and cruel master"

Lord Dai grins, twirling the ends of his mustache around his finger

"And, I will also, as a new servant or vassal or ally, whatever you wish to call me, present to you all I know of the Yan army's current movements and location" He says happily as his other sons move to the table, one of the younger ones eating a raw slice of Squash as they do so "The Dai may be turtles, but we shall not merely roll over when struck. The Yan have betrayed their contract with us, and a better, more worthy master has made himself known"

Bowing his head, he raises his glass into the air

"For prosperity and benevolence for a thousand years and a thousand years more" He proclaims, slamming his glass onto the table "For the downtrodden and abused, May the Yan choke on their hubris"

And with that he downs his drink.
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>>4570238

What do you say after such a show, Lieren?
> "I welcome you to my side as an equal Dai Niu, I shall gather my forces so you may meet your new brothers in arms"
> "I will not force you to aid me, but if you wish to I shall not stop you. All men must find their own path in life after all"
>" Let us keep this a secret, if you are able to stomach such deciet, act as though you remain a loyal vassal to the Yan, but in reality remain as a knife against their throat"
> "Well, if that is your decision, you may return home, I will send a messenger ahead to alert my forces you are no longer our enemy....as there are somethings I wish to do myself before returning to my army"
> Write in?
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>>4570239
> "Well, if that is your decision, you may return home, I will send a messenger ahead to alert my forces you are no longer our enemy....as there are somethings I wish to do myself before returning to my army"
Share meds?
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>>4570233
>all castles and civilizations shall turn to dust
I think this will be the thing that Emps purges us over, our acceptance of the inevitable end of Humanity by something (internal or external) probably would horrify or annoy him severely. Given his obsession with the idea that humanity will become immortal entities and such. That and / or our evaluation of "all life" as having value, which is a distinctly anti-imperial thought even in 30k.

>>4570239
> "I welcome you to my side as an equal Dai Niu, I shall gather my forces so you may meet your new brothers in arms"

Only issue I've got with this is saying "as an equal" when he's specifically specifying an intent to be a vassal. Even if we're not into the whole "ruler-on-high" shtick, the phrasing is very important as a verbal agreement of intent / terms. Still, assuming its just saying "as an equal" as in "virtuous man" that's fine.
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>>4570239
>I welcome you as an equal
>I shall send a message to my forces, but let us keep our alliance secret for but a few days more.

>Find another enemy army and catch them in the twin jaws of the Dai and our forces.
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>>4570252
My reasoning here, is that the enemy army would be delighted to have reinforcements against such a terrifying foe, before swords are plunged into their back.
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>>4570239
>>4570251
Weather Lieren likes it or not, there will be people who actually want to be his vassals/servants/underlings.
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>>4570257
Yeah I know which is part of why I want to be very specific, best to avoid confusion and try to create more equals.
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>>4570239
>> "I welcome you to my side as an equal Dai Niu, I shall gather my forces so you may meet your new brothers in arms"
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>>4570239
>> "I will not force you to aid me, but if you wish to I shall not stop you. All men must find their own path in life after all"
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>>4570239
> "I welcome you to my side as an equal Dai Niu, I shall gather my forces so you may meet your new brothers in arms"
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>>4570268
elector counts style of gov?
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>>4570340
That one could be one way to go. Less supreme ruler and more ideal to imitate while we propagate our idea to others, and leave the ruling to someone of the ones qualified and already ruling a province or another. Kind of like federation or union and similar in practice to the imperium.
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>>4570340
Elector counts are cool
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>>4570340
Wouldn’t suggest it. Alien shapeshifters are a thing in 40k.
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>>4570360
Shit since we're pretty much looking to form a full blown meritocracy at this point, our outlook on xenos might end up a bit skewed compared to the rest of the imperium.

Highly unlikely I know but it still could be a possibility... alright to be 100 percent frank I enjoy the asthetics of Tau armor over space marine armor and that's the only reason I'd vote to not purge all xenos outright.
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>>4570340
Maybe, but that's the thing too, being one of the smart primarchs, Lieren is also stupidly good at governing. While eventually allowing local governors is the best option, it'd be wise for lieren to still be able to build stuff throughout the provinces.
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>>4570362
The Empire actually has some xenos that are allowed to not get genocided. Mainly it's from periphery worlds, space stations, rogue trader crews and that kind of stuff, but if the T'au were discovered by someone important enough, they definitely could find a way to get them not-killed. But of course, for that, we'd need to live all the way to 35th millenia and that's a lot of fucking time considering all of the loyalist primarchs kinda disappeared some time after horus, one by one, in their own ways.
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>>4570360
Yes, and if it is an election for life, its the same as hereditary only the dynasty periodically changes. The investment and opportunities to infiltrate the highest levels of governance are similar to trying to infiltrate any other noble dynasty, as any eligible governor or high king or whatever would already be the ruler of a province and thus of an established noble house or whatever that province practices.
>>4570371
That can be done as a business or some kind of private organization whatever. It also allows us to easily integrate other civilizations by keeping them internally self-contained.

It will also give us experience in both imperial integration and imperial policies while being inherently a even more hands off type of primarch who may have a few megacorps following in his wake and doing business that may perhaps improve quality of living and productivity of the average pleb and the rising profit margins and total valuation of the highborn.
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>>4570417
“Those who vote decide nothing. Those who count the vote decide everything.”
― Joseph Stalin

They don’t need to reach the highest levels. They just need to subvert one election. Besides, glorified popularity contests are a terrible to choose leaders especially world wide leaders.
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>>4570430
not popularity contest. technocratic powersharing basically. its pretty much a recognition that regional powerbrokers or strongmen or whomever sits atop the powerstructure of city a, landmass b, port c etc, meet up and discus who the next head honcho is.

This would pretty much include only people in the position of someone like Gao or Dai.

It comes prepackaged with a hard limit to the number of voters that still can function as a direct democracy and do not need any kind of vote counters or anything. Think of it more like the council of cardinals the catholic church has. Its basically that same structure.

I mean we are not so insane as to give everyone the franchise, and beyond that de facto provice leaders can through rebelion veto their ruler, so why not give it a way to be expressed de jure so they can grin and bear it for one generation and do not have to do it de facto.

And yeah, if it is a elector count system it means that the ruler of the province has one vote, so that means having to reach some pretty high levels as not even the highborn have the vote - only the ruler of a province has it.

That being said any system has vulnerabilities. hereditary rulers can be disappeared and reappeared conveniently, appointees can be switched, etc.


This one does have some vulnerabilities but at the same time some security as well. Every potential candidate is also a voter and every one of them already comes with a work history in ruling their own province.

Also the ones doing the voting are also doing the counting. They are few enough to do it.
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>>4570438
>>4570430
More than that i doubt its going to be a secret vote. these are people who will loudly claim their support for candidate a or b and that is also their vote. If your vote can be intimidated out of you then you ought not be an autonomous province but someones vassal and integrated into that.
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Honestly, this talk of actual democracy is dumb. It's fucking 40K, any attempt at democracy will end horribly. We're better off just having your normal noble lords and shit.

Are you people TRYING to get our worlds destroyed by genestealers, xenos and chaos cultists?
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>>4570239
> "I will not force you to aid me, but if you wish to I shall not stop you. All men must find their own path in life after all"
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>>4570458
>It's fucking 40K, any attempt at democracy will end horribly
Not really, democratic systems are actually arguably more resistant to chaos since they require either the complex subversion of numerous political systems (election counters, monitors, police, etc) or the subversion of a significant and unified portion of the population. That or the 1-in-a-trillion human that manages to sneak into power and be chaos-following without being detected but they'd occur with nobility anyway.

Further we know that democratic systems exist in the Imperium, even after 10,000 years of constant fighting and chaotic troubles. In these far more ideal times, we can certainly make such methods work.

>Genestealers
Not around for another few thousand years, not a significant problem for roughly 10,000. Beyond the scale of this quest unless we change to decades-per-turn. Even then, Genestealers are not actually a threat unless you've got Tyranids or you are completely inattentive to the risk of such infiltration (unlikely since such technology is even used by humans occasionally).

Even if you've got Tyrannids, they aren't that bad if you aren't fighting a N-front war and in a consistent decline as a civilisation. They lack shields for example, meaning that they've massive vulnerabilities to many Imperial ship classes.

>xenos
I fail to see how democracy results in Xeno-annihilation of our people.

>chaos cultists
Because a persistent noble class proves so effective at combating the threat of chaos.
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>>4570488
>complex subversion
It’s actually very easy, one of the easiest as a matter of fact. Democracy by design is sluggish, causes society to fragment along party lines, and only effective if the people that vote understand what they are (meaning who ever controls the news controls the world).
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>>4570526
*voting for
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>>4570458
Democracy? The proposed system is more like a Oligarchy that has a tiny bit of a democratic feature,in that the oligarchs elect the new head honcho.

Think of it as only the Electoral system of the US, but no one gets to vote for them, because the state governor is the Elector, and they vote for one Presidente for life.

I mean it is probably the most resticted form of democracy you could think of, so much so restricted that you should perhaps call it something else because that something else is the main form of government and this is just some feature that happens once in a while, and has an electorate that is most likely to be informed on the issue.

I mean its worse than saying we have IRL pure capitalism when outside of a few city state and territories everyone is a mixed or state economy.

Vastly distorting the whole picture, just sayin
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>>4570534
*the state governor is most likely nobility who owns the bloody state to boot.
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>>4570526
>Democracy by design is sluggish
Depends on the scale, the method and the resources devoted. Anonymised ballot casting is a fairly slow process but only because we use a fairly limited number of counters. If you are doing a literal vote-with-feet or pledging of support in advance for a candidate (with ability to retract as wanted / needed), this is far less of an issue.

Further, why is being sluggish a bad thing? You would have a point if I wanted a democratic military but we are talking civilian administration and such here, not frontline decision making or high command planning.

>causes society to fragment along party lines
Depends on if you use the first-past-the-post system rather than weighted voting. With the latter, you can support multiple parties and candidates to varying degrees meaning that you don't have to choose left or right or liberal or labour or conservative or pink or green. It does complicate vote tabulation but not beyond the point of reason.

>only effective if the people that vote understand what they are *voting for
Which is not a complex decision most of the time. Hell, even today it isn't that complex of a decision or that difficult: if you care about your vote, contact your potential representatives, find out their policies, ask questions, look into the party mandates for their governments and their past actions.

>meaning who ever controls the news controls the world
I don't feel this is a realistic concern given the simple fact that there is no news industry currently. At best there are town criers and even then I've my doubts given the absolute isolation of communities until our road network's completion. Even speaking longer term, the investment costs for a privately owned radio or telegraph network (or constituent part of a greater network) for our society currently seem beyond almost anyone's capacity. Even speaking longer term than that, chances are we're going to develop a pseudo-internet before major conglomeration of media interests can occur. Which, in turn given our philosophies and primarch intelligence, we will regulate better than any human can comprehend most likely. At that point, it is more realistic to worry about fringe elements taking advantage of the free exchange of information, the exact opposite of your proposed issue.
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>>4570239
>>" Let us keep this a secret, if you are able to stomach such deceit, act as though you remain a loyal vassal to the Yan, but in reality remain as a knife against their throat"
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Calling the vote now, sorry for the wait.

Well if that is your decision:1
I welcome you as equal:4
I shall send a message, let us keep the alliance secret a few days more:1
Find another enemy:1
I will not force you to aid me: 2
Let us keep this a secret:1

Alright Lieren will respond by welcoming Dai Niu as an equal, and stating he will gather his forces so The Dai can be introduced to them

wRITING now
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And you lift your own, still having not taken a single sip of the strong intoxicant resting between its glass walls. With a a boisterous and merry laugh, you raise it above your head, intentionally spilling it over the edge to further show your feelings of appreciation and joy towards Dai Niu, for the man having the wisdom to see the truth of the matter and being virtuous enough to realize that loyalty to an idiotic and sadistic master is a worse poison than betraying said master for the good of the people and lands. He keeps his own glass raised, before setting it down, a bit red in the cheeks from the alcohol he's imbibed

"I welcome you to my side as as an equal, in both virtue and wisdom, Dai Niu" You say happily, setting the glass back down in front of you, before clapping your hands together, bowing your head quickly before finishing what you had began to tell the Lord of the Dai "I shall gather my forces, so you can meet with your new brothers in arms in person"

"As you so command, Lord Lieren" He says cheekily, no doubt knowing how uncomfortable you get when Lord precedes your name "I have fought besides Yin Lei before and only heard stories of Lai song, the other banners that march beneath you however are unknown to me, so it will be a good chance to learn exactly what the army of my new master lacks in terms of specialty and talent"

"We shall work hard to repay the debts the Dai owe unto you, Giant of Nothing" Gang says, pressing an open hand across his chest and over his heart "And to repay the Yan for their treachery"

The other present sons of Dai nod in agreement, several of them having now made a snack out of the squash you brought as a demonstration. Which is quite amusing, if only because it makes these grown and battle hardened men resemble children being given slices of fruit.

"As my eldest son has said, our service to you and your rebellion, is a form of giving our thanks, for your valiant actions earlier this day and to ensure the lands of Yan will no longer be ruled by the incompetent and cruel" Niu says, bowing his head for a moment before straightening his back with a wince "The Dai have remained willfully ignorant of the truth for too long, and perhaps my own predecessors were among the number of those unworthy to lead and rule"

"I am grateful you would go to such lengths to repay such a simple act of kindness, but I am overjoyed you have seen the light as it were, and realized the truth before you" You reply, speaking politely and in a bright and springy tone "May the decadent and corrupt be cast from their castle and removed from power forevermore"

"May they choke on their hubris and traditions, and see themselves for what they truly are" Dai Niu laughs, glancing back to his sons and nodding, and they join him in the show of casual confidence, laughing deeply and hardily.
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>>4571706

"If only they had eyes to see" You add, nodding your head, curling your fingers and locking them your hands together, before lowering your tone

"You should take the remedy I recommended, Dai Niu, to ensure you are not trouble by pain in the coming days and journey back to your family's ancestral home"

"If time affords me such luxury, I will take it" He says simply "Though I will take you up on that offer of a personal copy of The Journey put to print, so I may study the depths and intricacies of the philosophy you and yours follow myself, and not bother you, Lord Lieren, with my hah"

He smiles and shakes his head

"No doubt foolish questions" He says humbly, bowing his head

"There is no such thin as a foolish question, if you seek answers" You say with a shrug of your shoulders, pulling your hands together "I will allow you to announce to your force the change of The Dai's allegiances, though I will keep my own forces at the ready in case such a proclamation cause unrest"

"These men are Dai men, they come from the same land as I do, any who hold more loyalty to the Yan than their families, would not be welcomed in the lands they call home" Lord Dai explains bluntly, before a sorrowful look passes over his expression "As the Yan did to the Dai monks, years before, I would cast any traitors out of my army and lands"

"If any arise, I would advise to give mercy to them, there is no reason to shed blood if it can be avoided by walking down another path" You say, standing from the table and taking a single step to stand by Feng, who has since returned from hanging the Eunuch. Your friend glances up at you with a joyful smile, despite the deep cut just beneath his eyes, just low enough to not damage his vision. He is lucky he did not lose his eye, hopefully the wound will help to temper his pride, along with the victory he helped achieve today.

"Oh, I agree, killing them would not be necessary, they are mere farmers and working folk, but I would not want the breed who would turn their back to their family and lands among my people" Dai Niu says as you move to leave his tent "I doubt any will be that particular kind of scum, but, I felt the need to speak the action I would take if there were indeed such villains among my forces"

"I understood that, but I wished to make my own thoughts known as well, Dai Niu, may the rest of the night be comfortable and uneventful for you, my friend" You say warmly, pushing aside the flap of the tent to step outside of it, and are greeted by the cold air of a spring night.

There's a light rain and the fog has grown thicker during the time you had spoken with Dai Niu.

"So, we shall return to the Dai lands then? to introduce Lord Dai to the others?" Feng asks, looking up at you as your guards stand at attention, Jinhai, Zian, Rong and Red faced Wei forming around you and the rest of your personal guard forming around them
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>>4571710

"The Yan are in disarray, but we should make haste to return to the rest of our army, to prepare and revise our plans with the new information Dai Niu has gifted us" You explain, crossing your arms as you stand in the middle of the camp, to relish in the rain and allow it to purify your body and soul.

Feng nods, touching the wound on his cheek as Jinhai turns to look upon him.

"A new scar to speak of your glory, ragged man?" He asks kindly, with the voice of a friend both teasing and complimenting another

"I see your scales still remain unmarred of such trophies, Carp" Feng said with a grin "You know even Jiang has a scar or two"

"Hah, that man? I am surprised he doesn't have more than you, Feng" Rong says as Zian sighs and looks up to you

"Shall I gather our men and the riders of Lai?" He asks, you nod to confirm his self given orders "Understood, I'll ensure preparations to march back home begin with haste"

"I'll help" Red face Says with a snort "I'll find Lai song, and relay the order to prepare to march back to Dai, Old man can speak to the Gatling regiment"

"Watch your tongue" Zian says dully, but you see the telltale pulling of facial muscles beneath his mask, telling you despite his amused tone, he was amused by Wei's insult rather than being truly enraged by it.

What shall you do upon returning to the Dai lands, Lieren?
>Waste no time and draw up revised plans, and march to meet the nearest encampments of the Yan army
>Leave your generals to plan, and focus your efforts on the construction of the great road into Dai
>Take a small force and scout yourself, to see if Lord Dai's intel remains accurate
> Visit the ruins of the Dai monastary, were Guozhi's brothers consigned themselves to flame, to reflect upon those who came before you
> write in?

Sorry for the wait, got delayed by a few things
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>>4571713
>Waste no time and draw up revised plans, and march to meet the nearest encampments of the Yan army
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>>4571713
>Waste no time and draw up revised plans, and march to meet the nearest encampments of the Yan army
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>>4571713
>>Waste no time and draw up revised plans, and march to meet the nearest encampments of the Yan army
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>>4571713
>>Waste no time and draw up revised plans, and march to meet the nearest encampments of the Yan army
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>>4571713
>Waste no time, strike while the iron is hot and information accurate

The Dai monks may be visited once this region is secure or the war is over
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>>4571713
>>Waste no time and draw up revised plans, and march to meet the nearest encampments of the Yan army
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Calling the vote now, quicker than I have been lately.
Pretty obvious winner, after all.

Waste no time and draw up revised plans, continuing the warpath against the yan: 6

So Lieren will do just that
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>>4571815
He's fast.
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It took sometime to regather your forces from their positions throughout the lands of Dai, as the road had yet to reach very far over the border. Which made travel more dangerous than the lands you first liberated from the hold of tyranny and wasteful decadence, however Fog Panthers and the degenerate cousins of man who stalked the further reaches of the Yan kingdom, proved no match for the firepower your army wielded. And so, with only a few casualties suffered by the fog and the creatures that called it home, the benevolent liberation army, as some men have taken to call it, or the Giant's men, as many more had began to refer to themselves, had regathered in the heart of Dai lands, now near enough to the border for freshly trained recruits and resupply from the lands of your home to reach them and join up with the entirety of your forces.

There had been a celebration, a quiet one that merely entailed a shared dinner between your generals, assistants and men of valor, the meal shared with the rest of the army. A tactical decision by Qian Xia, who had braved crossing the border to bring the latest harvest from the villages close to the borderland, to further show the Dai to true wealth and prosperity of your lands. And, it seemed that Shan had discovered another use for gunpowder, namely the creation of fireworks, which was not unknown to you, but you saw it as something of a waste. Before at least, Dandan of the fallen house Tao, mentioned how effective of an psychological weapon they could be, after which you had turned to pondering how to use such a festive thing for warfare over celebration.

Of course, all of this, even the victories sung by your lesser generals, in defending villages from beasts and men alike, paled in comparison to what you considered to be worth celebrating the most. The reuniting of the Dai family. It brought a smile to your face, to see such the pure, untainted joy of a father reuniting with his children, of a husband and wife embracing after such a long separation. It brought tears to your golden eyes, to see the happiness of the Dai upon being brought together once again. However, the tears remained for another reason, as seeing the family reunited once more, brought forth memories of your own father. Wenyan, who still remained in Nothing, far from conflict and battle. Were he was safe. There was a part of you, that urged you to return to his side again, as a son should always accompany his father, especially in the winter of their life. But, you quashed such thoughts. While it was painful to not be able to return to your father, and help him in his day to life and take care of him. You knew such a thing was purely a selfish thought, a rarity in your mind. The yearning of a son wishing to see his father again. Despite this feeling of being lost and alone, you knew it was your duty to remain here, leading your forces to battle and victory.
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>>4571856

Your duty to the people, as a savior, outweighed your duty to Wenyan, as a son. Though it brought much pain to your heart, you knew it would still be some time still before you could be allowed to journey back to Nothing. Years perhaps. But, the great work required more devotion and attention than anything else.

You may feel guilty for being apart from your own kin, unable to brighten his days or assist him, or protect him directly. But to impede your won work of raising up all men of Yan and Shangrala beyond it, is action you would never be able to forgive yourself for committing . Especially so selfishly. It may be natural to miss home and family, but it'd be utterly childish to act upon such impulses in spite of the responsibility and obligations you were now committed to seeing through to the end.

So you silence the grief, sorrow and pain in your heart, and smile. For if Dai Niu and his flock were happy, you had no right in sulking over feelings of homesickness. So you laughed and made merry with your friends, singing songs with your soldiers and giving wisdom to your followers. It was better than allowing yourself to wallow in sorrow and grief, after all, and it reminded you that the men who followed you, who served you and fought by your side for the same vision and dream of a free Yan and united Shangrala were your family as well.

The celebrations, were however short even if they were fulfilling and aided in cleansing your mind of doubtful thoughts and worries. And soon, you gathered your advisors once again, your generals and experts on the various fields that aided your march to war one way or another.

Outside of Lai song, Yin Lei, Dai Niu, and Daiyu, all of your general remained silent as the greying turtle presented a hastily drawn map and several letters that had arrived to his camp before his defection. The movements of the various armies comprising the unified Yan forces. This is where the war effort would become more difficult, for the lands forward have yet to be accurately mapped as the lands you have already made prosperous have been. And there's no time or method to scout ahead to paint a more accurate view of the landscape and terrain.

It was an obstacle you would have to surmount, for it could not be solved in the middle of a war.

"So, from what I have heard and seen in my march towards the border" Dai Niu says, standing close to the table as you, the black general, lord of Cavalry and Gao's most able of children looked upon the frustratingly vague map of silk spread out on the square table between you.

Guozhi was present, as was Xia and her "brother", as was Shan and his apprentice in destruction, Dandan. Besides them, all of your guards and a select few of your hunting companions joined the discussion along with the lesser generals serving beneath your "Three kings of war" as your forces have began to call Yin Lei, Lai song, and Dai Niu.
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>>4571858

So named for their experience in the art of battle and tactical genius nurtured through a lifetime of war waged against other nobility within Yan and Invaders like the Vishnu and Shuni. Jinhai, stood by your side as you looked over the map. Zian, Rong, both Chens, Bai, Xin and Red faced Wei guarded the exits of the war room, one that was stocked with the most recent maps of Yan and beyond that the Dai could afford to have commissioned

Which mean the map laying upon the table was at least a generation old. It was after all, to map the land when there were no proper roads, and the men you hired kept falling prey to panthers and worse. But it was all you had of the neighboring lands, thankfully the half completed map you have been drawing of the Dai lands helped fill in the gaps of information, but it only partially solves the issue.

By allowing you to safely guess and anticipate the climate and kind of terrain to expect over the borders of these lands, but not the exact features and landmarks within.

"And the orders received by Yan, I know where three armies lie, The movements of the Fox of Yan and the Qilin of the Yin remain unknown to me, but I expect the Loyal Qilin has followed the fox to properly regroup and plan their response to the victories won by our forces" Dai Niu goes on to explain, Lai song grooming mustache as Yin Lei simply nods "And have gone to muster fresh armies and gather more generals, All signs point to them have greatly underestimated the sheer numbers, ability and power of our armies"

"As I expected" Lai song said with a toothy grin "But they could not have anticipated the heights of Lieren's genius and have no doubt forgotten the tactical knowledge of Lai and Yin, so, what of the remaining Army of Mao? And where do the banners of the serpents of Xue and Lion of Kang fly?"

"That is the most important information, if we can strike against the disparate forces of the Yan army before they can renew the loss of the Dai and crippling of the Mao and reorganize, then they will be forced to retreat further and remain on the defensive, unable to strike back against us" Yin Lei says bluntly, resting his chin in his open palm as he looks over the map.

"I will now show you, where the armies of the swine, Lion and serpent have retreated" Dai Niu says, bowing his head as he grabs the three banners resting by his side of the table.

Walking around the length of it, he places each miniature banner upon the silk laid out before the eyes of your generals and self.

"The Mao, losing their most veteran and skilled general, not to mention an entire branch family in the opening days of war, along with the greatest talents of their lands in both warfare, battle and mathematics and logistics" Dai Niu says, you can hear Feng, Bai, Small chen, Red faced Wei, Jiang and half jaw hu let out bellowed victory cries as if they were roaring panthers. Liang, Dong, Shaved faced Wei, however remain silent, thus is their nature.
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>>4571859

"A quite impressive display of skill and subterfuge, I will admit" Dai Niu says, more amused by the interruption of your guards and Brothers of the panthers than annoyed "But as I was saying, the Mao have retreated to their home, deprived of most of their forces and all of their talent, they are left with untested and untrained generals, who have no great minds to aid them in their march back to war. They pose little threat, even if they are likely to seek revenge in battle for the loss of all of their talented warriors, generals and a good portion of the scholars and logicians"

"A low priority then, since they have retreated over the borders of Xue and Kang to reach their home" You say, tracing your hand over the map, as you realize you had missed something earlier "No, I was mistaken, there lies a path between Xue and Kang, a forest if this map is accurate"

"A hellish place, Magical beasts and barbaric tribe dwell within those lands, remnants of a Vishnu invasion generations past" Dai Niu says, shaking his head "It'd be near impossible to move an army through that opening"

An army, but not a giant. You have experience in slaying monsters, after all. But remain silent

"So as I first thought, a low priority considering the obstacle in our way to reach them" You say, as Dai Niu nods

"Depending on where the Xue and Kang have gathered, we may not have to worry about the dangers beneath those woods" Yin Lei says calmly "Where are their armies then?"

"The Kang were awaiting my army to reinforce theirs, so they could charge over the border. The have yet to move from their own lands, but I have received word they were to reinforce my army in retaking Dai" Dai Niu says "And will soon reach the border, if word has spread of my family's defection, they will be prepared to cross it, if not"

"A chance to strike their backs" Daiyu interrupts

"Exactly" Lai Song laughs, a glint in his eye. He's eager to test his riders and marksman against any army, as he has been since he pioneered the tactic

"Exactly, and the Xue have" Dai Niu says as he sets the last banner down and reaches for two blank ones "Have separated their forces to the north and west of our border, having sent word they were awaiting orders to join in the effort of retaking my home"

"We must consider ourselves blessed you have joined us as a friend rather than foe, as this would have presented us a warfront from three angles" Yin Lei says as Dai Niu places the banners down upon the map.

"Perhaps, I still felt as though it was not a sufficient force to reclaim my homeland" Dai Niu says simply, glancing to you, and over Lai song, Yin Lei, before resting his gaze on Jinhai. Who he was rather shocked to learn was the man who broke his castle's defenses and scattered his army

"Considering the talent and might of the forces occupying it" He continues, eyes lingering on Gao Daiyu for but a moment longer before he finishes his speech with
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>>4571860

"Lord Lieren, with all your wisdom, which path do your eyes foresee to be the most effective means of carrying out our war?"

And with those words, all of the eyes gathered in the war room fall upon you.

You sigh and close your eyes, shutting off all external stimulation from effecting your thoughts and calculations, only using the newly presented knowledge Dai Niu had just delivered to reach a conclusion and find the answer to his question.

What was the path you'd choose, Lieren?
>The destruction of the Kang army, as they are soon to cross over the border they alone threaten your position in Dai and are unified into a proper army, even if they are attacking from a disadvantageous position
> Sever the heads of the Xue, they have three separate armies, in prime position to harass supply lines and more efficiently invade Dai lands, but as their power is divided, they would be easier to break
>The "Bone devouring" Forest is all that keeps you from eliminating the Mao as a player in this war. By yourself or with a small force, you could breech that living wall and gut the swine at last.
> Split your army and assign generals to deal with the Kang army and the three forces of Xue. They'd expect a unified army, and all it'd take to scatter them all, is a handful of decisive victories
>Write in?
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>>4571861
>Send Dai supported by Lai to harass and maim the Kang army
>Send Jinhai to the west while Yin crushes the east
>We shall behead the Mao alone

Right, so the Dai will either catch the enemy army completely unprepared, while Song can either come at them as a distraction for the mutiny or as a pincer movement.
Yin and Jinhai are both competent leaders and one is a living legend, he will do fine against a smaller army while his own is able to fell triple it's number.

And by decapitating the Mao, we make several things happen. We let the enemy know that we can strike wherever and whenever we wish, we demoralize the remaining branch families, and find another place to draw untested talent but find the virtuous among them. to come around and ram raid the lands of the Kang or Xue.
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>>4571861
>The destruction of the Kang army, as they are soon to cross over the border they alone threaten your position in Dai and are unified into a proper army, even if they are attacking from a disadvantageous position
The army go deal with the Kangz
> Sever the heads of the Xue, they have three separate armies, in prime position to harass supply lines and more efficiently invade Dai lands, but as their power is divided, they would be easier to break
Lieren and and his proto-spec-ops go ut the serpent's heads
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>>4571860
> A hellish place, Magical beasts and barbaric tribe dwell within those lands, remnants of a Vishnu invasion generations past
Makes ya think.
>>4571861
>>The "Bone devouring" Forest is all that keeps you from eliminating the Mao as a player in this war. By yourself or with a small force, you could breech that living wall and gut the swine at last.
Really curious. Go alone.
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>>4571896
What do you want the army to do then while we are off assassinating nobles and possibly bringing a tribe of feral men to our service?
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>>4571900
I’m fine with anything really. Well almost anything.
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>>4571887
support
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>>4571904
Best to pick an option to support then, to let the consensus be a bit clearer/swifter.
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>>4571887
Sure I’ll support this.
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>>4571861
>>The "Bone devouring" Forest is all that keeps you from eliminating the Mao as a player in this war. By yourself or with a small force, you could breech that living wall and gut the swine at last.
Mystery box ftw. I'd also like to go to Guozhi's old monastery when we have the time.
>>4571859
>Qilin of the Yin
Qilin's are said to look fearsome, but only punish the wicked and to appear only in areas ruled by a wise and benevolent leader. I think we have another possible ally here.
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>>4572040
I will ask you as I asked th anon above, what should the army be doing about the three armies intent on ensnaring us while we go play with the monsters.

And uh, isnt the black general of house Yin?
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>>4572061
I should explain that shouldn't I?
Two separate families. same name.

Southern Yin.
Yin Lei, his lord brother and nephew, among other family members who haven't shown up. including his other brother who is dead.
The original branch that predates the kingdom of Yan according to most records. Much like how the Cui were conquered by the Gao, who rose up during the Yan's emergence, they got folded into the new kingdom after there land was conquered. Same with the Lai, but they were more Nomadic mercenaries who won nobility for their service.

Northern/Graced Yin
Off shoot of the Southern Yin, created when the Yan came into power and overthrew the previous rule, replacing that kingdom with their own. They were rewarded with their current sigil and lands, for swearing allegiance early in the conquest, while the Main branch of the then unified Yin remained in their lands to rebuild after getting their teeth kicked in and mostly sat the war out.

Very distant relatives, practically not even related in the current era as the distance between the lands of Gao and the center of Yan were too far to reliably send brides to maintain contact with the split portion of the family and keep the bloodlines connected.

Think of it like this.
Southern Yin are Norse
Northern Yin are Normans. Not like in terms of culture, but that the Graced Yin are decedents/ offshoots of OG Yin and functionally a different lineage entirely at this point, as its been a long time (Relatively) since they broke off and they haven't been doing the old Hapsburgs shuffle cause, well Shangrala ain't any easy place to travel unless you have an iron haired giant making roads and making systems to defend against attacks by the scary six limbed panther monsters

Didn't explain it in the update, cause it'd break the flow imo, iff Lieren had an internal monologue explaining the history between the two lineages.

Like with the Dai, which can mean the lands of Dai, the people living in Dai, the Dai family, or the order of monks that self immolated that Guozhi was a part of.
It felt more natural to just write Yin instead of Northern Yin, even if its a bit confusing.

Probably should've had someone ask that question so to explain it in an update but eh, that mistake can be fixed with this here lore dump
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>>4572080
TBF IRL China has a similar problem with names.
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>>4572080
Fair enough man. Shame that they arent in our corner, but as someone else mentions they could be.
If not, then perhaps some family reunification is in order.
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>>4572083
Lots of places in the world do. but this discussion reminds me
How within Lieren's posse, there are two Weis, Two Chens, He killed Wenyan, worries about his father Wenyan, executed Song in front of his family and has Song as one of his top generals.

I like doing things with names like that, having each name be solely for one character has always been something I find silly.

>>4572084
Now I'm just imagining Lieren trying to play match maker with Yin Delun and a member of the N-Yin family. just because it takes more ink to write Southern or Northern before Yin in the records he keeps, and thus would be more cost effective to rejoin the two.
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>>4572092
It'd fit.

>"I can reduce the cost expenditure of my administration by 1.5 percent by marrying two great families together as well as reducing the carpal tunnel syndrome chance from writing out the extra letters."
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>>4572061
Our top generals are called the Kings of War.
They don't need to be babysat.
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>>4571861
> Split your army and assign generals to deal with the Kang army and the three forces of Xue. They'd expect a unified army, and all it'd take to scatter them all, is a handful of decisive victories
The Generals can take care of that
>The "Bone devouring" Forest is all that keeps you from eliminating the Mao as a player in this war. By yourself or with a small force, you could breech that living wall and gut the swine at last.
As much as i'd like to solo this, we can only keep our people safe from the greater dangers of this world for so long. they'll have to face the dangers of it eventually, so we should probably guide them through the first few steps; and resign ourselves to the fact that we'll probably lose some of them along the way.
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>>4572103
They do need to be given orders, because they were asked for them.

Even if those orders are just "I will leave you all to persecute the war as my three generals see fit"
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>>4572104
We can keep then safe forever by killing the monsters all.
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>>4571887
I'll support this, but I wanna change it up a bit.
Most of the conscripts in the army are probably farmers and will get maimed and killed if we're not careful, so why not pull off another Jinhai and snipe their officers from a distance? Better yet utilize the fireworks to scare the opposing army shitless so they surrender under threat of our most "foul sorcery?"

>>4572092
Would it be disrespectful to try and tame a fog Panther?
https://youtu.be/UdwRo9wfKmc
https://youtu.be/ZbS3ZDN19vw
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>>4572109
I disagree
it will also be very useful for us to know how a normal person reacts to monsters. I would imagine that our elites would be more resilient to the forces of chaos, but who knows. Either way it'll be close enough to the average person for our purposes.
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>>4572126
If it's like a regular panther, it would need to be raised from birth.

But if it COULD be done, I would be so for it. Can you imagine being Lieren of nothing, master of the Fog Panther? The only man to take the dogs greatest monster.

>>4572129
Using our friends as test subjects feels, I dont know, cruel?
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>>4572132
To tame the Fogs greatest monster

Fucker
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>>4572126
i've been wondering that.

If we could domesticate the fog panthers and turn them into cavalry that'd be badass.

>>4572132
I would rather use someone who is willing to do it and has some idea of what they're going into, than virtually any other situation I can think of to test this.

we know that the monster we slew before used to be a person, but we don't know the in between of how they got there. It's a huge gap in Lierens knowledge. Lieren can make it clear that, most likely, not everyone will make it back. And possibly that he will be the only one to make it back.

as far as cruel goes...it's 40k, sacrifices are going to be made.
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>>4572143
Perhaps. But if we must take someone, let's take no more than 4 and only those of peak physical ability.

And jinhai is barred, hes too valuable to risk in this way.
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>>4572143
Lieren is an idealist and moral absolutist. No way he’s sacrificing people like that.
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>>4572149
That was what I was searching for, He is an idealist. The OC reason can't be 'to see how normal people react to monsters.'

Not least because there are already tribes of people living in the woods and deal with the monsters on the regular.
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>>4572148
>>4572150
>>4572143
Bringing any number of people will slow Lieren down too. Personally I want to see Lieren operating at 100% and not having to worrying about others.
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>>4572153
A point to consider.

How many Mao are we gonna have to be decapitated? If its 3-5, then sure we can do it well but 10 to 20 would nessecitate more hands.
Does Lieren use a revolver, is another good question.
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>>4572156
Counterpoint, Lieren is a demigod capable of slaughtering an army by himself or stealth killing all officers in one day.
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>>4572161
Counter counter point. Not simultaneously, and not a disciplined army which isnt intimidated by him where they could surround him.

Not much of a problem in a building, but it does well to remember our limits. If we had powered armour, maybe so. But as it is, a platoon is probably our upper limit.
But so long as we dont trip the alarm in a massive fashion, they shouldnt run off before we can deal with them.
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>>4572180
Gonna be honest mate, pretty sure a dude whos skin can shrug off fog panther claws can take on more than just a platoon.

Primarchs are equivilent to demi-gods, and none of them are stupid enough to take a battle like that if they dont think they can win.
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>>4572187
I dont think the skin does reject the claws, it was more that he grabs them by the neck and their legs keep going for him rather than his arm.

At least that's what I remember, given arrows scratch us.
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>>4572180
>But as it is, a platoon is probably our upper limit
>thinking that’s Lieren’s actual limit
Lieren took on a daemon that could kill that amount effortlessly and came out with only minor wounds. I wouldn’t doubt Lieren being able to handle thousands by himself. You also forget that Lieren’s equipment and could fight long enough to exhaust all of them. If they try to run he could just throw a rock to take out their legs. If they try to surround him he could break their formation through a combination of brute force and kung fu skills (like in many martial art flicks).
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>>4572202
At present, with our current gear, I am convinced that in open combat his limit is about 100 to 200 men all going at him.

Environment and shit modifies this, like a pass which only let's them in 5 at a time would make him the undisputed winner against thousands of men, but once we get actual technology, that number will get much bigger.

Talking instead about 30 men running away from their fortress, I think at least a few could get away, as we are.
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>>4572210
>I am convinced that in open combat his limit is about 100 to 200 men all going at him.
I’m convinced it’s well above that unless they somehow have psykers (and I wouldn’t bet on that). You forget how Lieren approaches combat, he consistently “sees” the most efficient of killing someone and the few seconds he spent defending against the archers he revealed what he is capable of. The arrow volleys must have taken about 3 seconds in total and Lieren managed to detect the attack, defend against it while protecting someone, and launch a counterattack, the only reason he took damage is because he let it happen for the most part. If he hadn’t been protecting someone else he could have likely killed all of them in the span of a minute easily. There’s also the fact that trying to surround Lieren isn’t as advantageous as you’d think. They wouldn’t be able to attack all at the same time and would risk getting in the way of the archers. The polearms, the most common weapon soldiers wield, would snap under Lieren’s assault making the fight even more difficult for them. Lieren doesn’t even have to kill all the soldiers, just the corrupt leadership.
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>>4572126
>>4572143
>If we could domesticate the fog panthers and turn them into cavalry that'd be badass.

That sound like a cool idea. When we have time we should.
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>>4572338
Nah, never cavelry.

They aren't the animals for it. At best you would get pulling a chariot, but I'd prefer a beastmaster type deal. Imagine the brothers of the panther with their life long companions, crouching through the mist to take out a patrol all by themselves.

Like far cry primal
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>>4572363
That s is a cool idea too
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I wonder if there will be a worthy stead in the forest.
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>>4572395
we already have one.
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>>4572396
Believe whatever you want to, but I want something bigger.
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>>4572417
>Believe whatever you want to, but I want something bigger.
We can simply breed Cui's horse with the best mares we come across in our journeys.
We'll certainly live long enough to accomplish this.
I imagine by the time we meet the Big E, we'd have an entirely new breed of horses that might see some limited use on the field.
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>>4572417
Considering this is a war horse larger enough to take the weight of someone who's roughly more or less four meters tall, I have my doubts we'll ever find anything larger. Even if we did the only suitable beast would have to be an exception breed of Fog Pather, perhaps some alpha. I forget if Fog Panthers are solitary or pack based animals.
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>>4572431
>We can simply breed Cui's horse with the best mares we come across in our journeys.
That is true. While we could attempt the same with Fog Panthers to breed larger, stronger, more better in general ones, it would probably take longer in comparison to horses.
Horses have already been domesticated which would make breeding them easier. Plus, any kick from a draft tier horse is guaranteed to kill just about anything on this planet, Fog Panther or not. Except for Lieren of course.
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>>4572437
Solitary
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>>4572446
Damn. That makes them that much harder to train, if not requiring more time.
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>>4572451
If it can be done, Lieren will find a way.
Such is the nature of things.
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>>4572459
Don't get me wrong. He will be able to figure it out, but it's more a matter of "how much time do I want to spend domesticating this animal." It'll be very easy if we raise young ones and train them from birth, but there's no 100% chance they would be large enough to function as mounts. What you could do is do selective breeding to grow larger ones, but that would take generations.

It would probably be best to leave animal husbandry to someone else while Lieren focuses his attention else where. I guess one way or another we will eventually see if Fog Panthers can be breed/made into ideal mounts and pets.
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>>4572469
I think using them as mounts is a fool's errand honestly. Using them as hunting animals and companions however seems like something they'd be good at.
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>>4572525
That would make a whole lot more sense. Think they might be worth genetically altering so they're on par with space wolves?
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I personally am hoping for giant elephant. Lord of the Rings giant elephants.
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>>4572543
Unless partially mechanical they will be superbly underwhelming.

Still might find one about twice Leirens height at the shoulder though, with big ass tusks.

Fun fact: The asian elephant is more closely related to mammoths than the african elephant.
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>>4572543
why would we need one when we have guns?
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>>4572632
to ride? cause it's cool?
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>>4572633
An elephant seems kinda meh imo
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>>4572548
Cybernetic upgrades to animals is a thing.
>>4572632
We could mount guns on them.
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>>4571887
Support.

>>4572649
Machine gun elephants? That sounds dumb, but this is 40k.
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>>4572740
Machine gun elephants with Chainsaw tusks!
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>>4572655
Let's test the memory.

ARMY
Yin lei - Black general and the unbroken thunders howl.
Lai Song - lord of cavalry and other undefeated general.
Dai Neu - the newest King of War, the old turtle who's castle we took over.
Tao Dandan/ Grandfather Shan - artilarist leader and designers of gattlings and cannons respectively.
Jinhai - Carp son and blossoming genius of unconventional thinking.
Scar Feng, Rong, Fat chen and other Chen, red faced Wei - all our guards and childhood hunting partners.
Gao Daiyu - Daughter of Gao, our political weapon and untested general.

POLITICS
Lady Qian Xia - Scarlet spider, highly competent politician and viper under the flower
Lord Yin and his heir apparent - they give us the backing of the southern house of Yin, but I cant remember their names.
House of Qian - The spiders house and she has a son whom masquerades as her brother for his own safety.
House of Song - lord of Cavaliers house.
Former house of Tao - no longer nobility by our decree but they are almost all working for us to redeem themselves, sybil is the swallow.
House of Dai - our newest allies and those who lived on our border.
Nothing - our economic and military heart, which presides over the former lands of Gao

OTHER
I've mentioned our artilarists
Grandfather Guzhao - philosopher monk of the dead chapter of Dai.
Weylan - our father who tends to Nothing in our stead.
Chief architect who refuses to name himself - the guy who was second in command of the Giants road and its construction, who is still building it while we deal with matters of warfare and politics.
Cui Fu's War charger - the only mount that can actually carry us, it has served us well since we slew his master, both in delivering us to Gao, showing our father the world and getting us where we need to be.

Those are all I can remember without rereading the thread. Do forgive language misspelling.
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>>4573096
*House of Lai - house of the lord of cavelry

Fuck me
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>>4573096
>Chief architect who refuses to name himself - the guy who was second in command of the Giants road and its construction, who is still building it while we deal with matters of warfare and politics.
If it ain't the Emperor, then it aught to be Malcador. He's the second strongest human psyker in the galaxy.
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>>4573098
Malcador seldom leaves terra. He's too fucking busy.

But malcador is the strongest HUMAN psyker bar none. Its thought only the emperor surpasses him in might, until magnus and then post heresy lorgar exist.

The eldar have more technique though
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>>4573101
The only thing the Eldar are good for is a cautionary.
Fucking knife-ears.
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>>4573104
Their psychic elite are better than any force man can muster. Most of their elite are like that, actually.

But their problem is their rigid caution.
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>>4573096
Nice
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>>4573127
>Their psychic elite are better than any force man can muster. Most of their elite are like that, actually
And yet they still managed to fuck up and create Slaanesh.
I don't care about the heights of their abilities, they're overall inferior.
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Not related to anything currently being discussed but I think it'd be a good idea to integrate waxed canvas into the uniforms of our soldiers as either a cloak or for a layer under the armor itself or even as a jacket of sorts once the Yan are vanquished and melee combat goes completely out of style.

It's well within our grasp as it only requires fairly simple cotton textiles and beeswax. It also allows for stiffening of the fabric which is useful for containers, bags, etc... as well as for the treatment of sail cloth to allow it to hold air better allowing for faster sailing. We can also wax silk to make more formal garments that will also stand up to the weather.
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>>4573143
They are individually superior, explictly because of their desire to avoid slanessh again.
An Exarch/Aurach or Farseer can and will fuck up anyone without plot armour or primarchs.

Their line infantry, not so much but that's why I spoke of the elites.
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Alright, calling the vote now and counting.

Split the army:6
Destruction of the kang:1
Sever the head of the xue:1
Head into the bone devouring woods: 7

So Lieren will head off into the Bone devouring woods to finish off the Mao, and split his army left behind so it may more effectively deal with the other portions of Yan's army.
Specifically
Dai will be supported by Lai and focus on harassing and maiming the kang army
Jinhai will lead an army to the west while Yin crushes the east, thus removing two of the heads of xue at once and and splitting any reinforcements that may be sent from the third "Head"

Writing the update now
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Hey, just to confirm, it's pretty much agreed upon that lieren is supposed to look like an buff vergil with golden eyes, right?

I mean, i don't know how else to describe him, seeing as we don't have any art of the lad.
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>>4573382
I mean, I can see him like this
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>>4573382
I picture him looking like Toshiro Mifune, though it's hard to picture the hair. I can't decide if it's shiny like steel or closer to wrought iron
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>>4573382
maybe something like this
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>>4573433
While I will roll with the look the consensus falls upon, my personal headcanon for Lieren's look will always be Raoh of Fist of the North Star
A sham Raoh's armor/clothes are so blingy and spikey, and therefore something Lieren would avoid. This limits the amount of pictures I could use.
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"The Kang army presents the greatest threat to us, unified as it remains" You say, keeping your eyes closed as you run through a few simulated battles against them with different compositions made from the regiments of your army and trying to find to most efficient combination and number to deal with the threat they presently present to your bridge into the lands beneath Yan.

"Dai Niu, they do not yet know of your defection and betrayal, thus your army will be able to catch them by surprise and completely unprepared for your attack" You say, opening your eyes just enough to see the banner represting the Dai army, and moving them into position against the Kang army "However, from the letter they sent to you, they outnumber your men slightly, but this is an obstacle easily solved"
Grabbing a horse representing Lai's cavalry, you set it close to Dai's banner. Lai song perks up, already realizing the command you're going to give to him.

"Lai song, you are one of the most accustomed to using fire arms in a pitched battle, hence you shall accompany Dai, and utilize the dexterity and speed of your riders however you see fit to win the battle" You say tapping the table with a finger, before looking at Song with barely opened eyes ""As I trust your expertise, Lord of Cavarly, but I would suggest acting as a distraction to allow Dai to strike Kang as they move against your riders, or being one half of a pincer movement, thus trapping the Kang between two armies. As a hammer and anvil"

"I would be the Anvil, of course, Dai men do not break" Dai Niu says with a quick nod of his head "and under the leadership of my sons and self, they shall be even bolder, Lai Song, knowing your reputation, acting as the hammer will not displease you"

Lai song laughs, throwing back a drink into his throat, confidence gleaming in his eyes

"It is the specialty of my family after all, I win battles without stopping, by overwhelming my foes and trampling them beneath the hooves of warhorses. Though, a harassments of the supply chain and blooding of the Kang's lip would do well to weaken them to be shattered upon the Dai's shell" Lai song says proudly, smacking his chest thrice, spilling liquor across his breastplate in the process.

"And it'd make any deception more believable, and sharpen their focus upon you, rather than the army at their backs" Dai Niu says, raising his own glass "I have no complaints towards the command given and tactics ordered to be employed, Lord Lieren"

"Yes, and I will leave it up to you, Lai Song, to decide the specifics of your actions, after all I was merely advising you towards what I see as the most effective ways of staging and winning the coming battle" You say with a nod, glancing to Dai Niu "And since there are no suggestions to do other wise, Dai Niu and Lai Song shall commit to the battle of the Kang"
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>>4573529

A short cheer resounds throughout the war room, but falls silent as you gather up the remaining regiments and formations of your army and split them down the middle. Suddenly focus returns to all of your generals and advisors as you place the two armies against the outward branches of the Xue's forces.

"Jinhai, I will leave the West to you, and expect to return to find the head of a serpent laid beneath my feet" You say sternly, as your loyal guard stretches his neck, standing at attention and saying nothing as you place the banner representing him, a carp dancing over a spear in azure.

"You honor me with this responsibility, Lieren" Is all he says in response, all the eyes on the room remain on the collection of banners left on the side of the table, most of them settled on that belonging to the Unbroken Thunder's Howl. With his renown and expertise, he is the obvious choice, and he has yet to fail those expectations, even before he entered your service. There is a reason Yin Lei holds the reputation as Undefeated beneath the heavens.

"Yin Lei, I shall entrust the east to your capable hands" You say, plucking his banner from the collection and setting it in front of the other half of your army "And expect you to continue living up to your reputation, as the Unbroken Thunder's Howl"

"I shall not fail, the Xue rely to heavily on fracturing and swallowing their enemies. They remain apart when the same tricks are employed against them. A wise strategy, Lieren" Yin Lei says, scratching his beard in thought, no doubt planning his attack already.

Silence falls, as you begin to separate the other generals, to put them beneath the command of Jinhai or Yin Lei if the need arises for their talents. To carry out the orders passed by the Son of the sea or The black general.

But then a familiar voice breaks that silence, and draws your attention.

"And what of you Lieren? Which front shall you march to?" Daiyu asks, making her presence known for the first time in the discussion between you and your generals "Which army shall know the might of the Giant, and be personally crushed beneath your heel?"

You glance up to her, and smile playfully

"The Mao" You answer as a look of confusion followed by one of dread realization flashes across her fair, jade like features, a reaction that spreads through your gathered advisors. Followed by a cheer as those who know you well realize what you're planning

"And the forest" You say, laughing confidently as you set the patch of panther fur representing yourself in the area of the map depicting a forest filled with bones and silhouettes of mysterious creatures and beasts "I shall see if I am able to clear a path through it, and if it would be possible to crush the Mao as they hide away behind their walls"
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>>4573531

"My lord, forgive this humble servant's audacity, but that is an most foolish action to take even at the head of an army, yet alone by yourself! you are the foundation of this rebellion, if you were to be lost..."Dai Niu says, his usually stoic voice cracking with worry and fear

Lai song laughs.

"He is the man who slew the Devourer of armies by himself, this is but a hunting trip for him!" He yells boisterously, as you hear a few of your brothers from Nothing let out cheers towards Song's statement.

Daiyu chuckles

"I've crossed my spear with him before, along with several others" She says happily, the shock of your declaration quickly fading as she agrees with Lai Song's analyses of your actions "Lieren is no ordinary man, though such a thing is obvious. I have seen what he can do with his inhuman strength with my own eyes"

Ah yes, her particularly foul spirited siblings. You tore their heads off in front of her, didn't you?

"Dai Niu" Jinhai says politely "You have witness Lieren's true capabilities first hand, and saw the true depths of his power with your own eyes. You must agree if any man could trek through the bone devouring forest by themselves and come out unscathed, He would be Lieren"

"An army's leader should not risk themselves pointlessly, but yes, if any man could brave the shadows beneath those trees, it would be Lieren who could do so" Dai Niu says, bowing his head to the table and keeping his back bent as he speaks again "Please forgive my impudence, but, please my lord, if you must go, at the least take a regiment or if you must go alone, allow me to gather priests to bless you"

"It will not be necessary, I am grateful for your worry, Dai Niu, but you have your own duties to fulfill, and I have mine" You simply, twitching your head up "Now get your head off the table, and hold it high. You are to join history shortly, as one of the genius' who defeated the Yan"

Dai Niu lifts his head, a sorrowful look in his eyes.

"I understand my lord, I shall await your return with confidence" He says, balling his hands together

"I assume, you shall leave before our armies are gather?" Yin Lei asks curiously.

"Of course, besides, all of our men are already gathered in Dai castle" You say with a smile "Dandan, assist the Gatling and artillery regiments that accompany Jinhai, Shan, follow Yin Lei, Lai Song, I trust your men know how to care for the equipment by now"

"Of course, I would not dream of letting such wonders fall into disrepair" He says in reply, a confident grin beneath his whiskered face, his scar stretching with his cheeks.

"I will ensure Shan's safety, A genius of his caliber is a rarity" Yin Lei says, after Lai song has said his piece. Jinhai raises his head, and smiles beneath his war mask, a mirth glint in his eyes

"And I shall keep the randy beast Jiang away from Lady Dandan's quarters" He jokes, which elicits a laugh from several of your officers, including Lai Song and Daiyu.
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>>4573534

Yin Lei just shakes his head.
"My command have been given" You say, swinging you arm out and lashing it through the air as is your habit "I trust you to follow them and improve upon them, in my absence. Until we next meet my friends"

And with that, you rise from your seat and leave the war room in but a few strides, to gather supplies for the journey, and ensure your armor and weapons are in good repair. And find where Cui Fu's horse has been put to stable. If there is any of his kind that could survive the journey alongside you, it would be that bloodthirsty beast.
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Kang Yongrui was exhausted in both body in spirit. He knew the Lai had sided with this fool's rebellion, but he did not know they had become so bold and bloodthirsty. Just to reach the border of Dai was a battle. It seemed as if the riders of that traitorous line would be born out of the fog itself and vanish back into mist as soon as his men were ready to endure their attack and launch a counter attack. Yongrui has never seen such weapons before, which is what they were, He managed to lift one from the corpse of one of the few riders who have died in these lightning attacks, slain by his own hand.

How they function, he knows not, but they did not render their wielder impervious to harm. They did, however they worked, allow mere farmers to slay warriors and men of noble blood like they were insects. Yongrui came close to following victim to the same weapon, as it seemed that all of the riders focused upon him in subsequent attacks, despite him only killing one man himself.

The others who managed to fell one of their foes, despite their superior weapons, have gone to the courts in the heavens. Yongrui was the only man to be able to take one of these weapons and live to tell about it thus far. And if he did not reach the Dai army soon, he would join his men, and the truth of these weapons would die with him. He sat on his horse, imagining himself present the odd weapon to his father, what acclaim and renown he would find. It was easy to dream, it help calm his nerves. If he didn't hope, he would give into despair, and the next attack would claim his life as well.

And lose the Yan the chance to study this devilish weapon, surely some scholar will understand its construction. All others they've claimed have been lost, a man covered in scars having taken them. He's seen the man, even wasted one of the strange metal seeds inside the weapon to try and slay him. But he remains alive, dressed in panther furs. If he was a few feet taller, he'd suspect he was the giant, as despite his obvious injuries, he moves with trained smoothness.

There were of course, other men he had noticed in the repeated assaults, one who laughed uproariously as he mowed down dozens of men, a man who'd appear and drag off his officers before the assault began, a large one who had lumbered about, and one with a autumn red beard.
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>>4573535

And he's heard reports of Two that work together in such tandem they must be of one soul.

And none of them had been killed, just men dressed in plain armor, sometimes with streaks of azure or plum upon it. He had lost trusted lieutenants, and knew that all he had taken from them were mere footsoldiers.

But, the Lai could not keep up the assault for long, and against the combined forces of Kang and Dai, would be shattered.

Yongrui would turn the Giant's toys against him, see how he reacted to such horrid weapons.

"My lord" One of Yongrui's cousins called out, calling him from his thoughts as he lay against his horse's neck, pain screaming through his body from the numerous wounds he's already suffered from the repeated raids "The Dai camp has been spotted by our forward party"

"Thank the courts...we'll have our retribution at last" Youngrui laughs, wheezing and coughing as he whips the reigns on his horse, commanding the beast forward. The broad shouldered man whipped his head back.

"Is something wrong, My lord?" His scrawny cousin asked, dressed in silk robes still, soiled by dirt and mud, though the silver still shown through.

It had been faint...but he swore he had just smelled the smoke given off by those damnable weapons the Giant's army are equipped with. It must've been his imagination.

"Nothing, just imagining things from the stress" He grumbled in reply "Let us meet the Dai, before the Lai riders find us yet again"

and with that, he road forward at the head of his army
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"An azure banner bearing a carp and spear? I know no family who carries that sigil" Xue De sighed, resting his chin against the back of his hands, as he sat in the middle of his camp "And you say there force is near equal to ours?"

"Or larger, it is hard to tell with how often the formations change and shift, the general, whoever he may be, has not allowed his men to rest or cease their drilling since he has so boldly led them to the edge of our camp" An aid with ruddy hair said to the tired, youngest brother of the Xue three, whose long hair hung limply over his shoulders. He sighed, tugging at the aquamarine dyed silk covering his arms

"Or he is hiding that his force is lesser than our own" He stated, it should be the obvious conclusion, even a fool like Mao Jian knew of such a tactic "All he is doing is trying to intimidate us into retreating, and tiring out his men, let them continue the dance before we march to meet them, we are upon a hill, his forces remain in the valley beneath"

"But...what of the stories, of devils and spirits aiding the giant's men?" The aid asked, his voice filled with fear. This fool was useless, the Xue had already seen those rumors for what they were. Just the tales of scared and frightened men

"Trickery, their weapons may be terrible, but the Giant is no sorcerer, otherwise we would have heard such tales before he turned his back on the Yan" De sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose
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>>4573536
"Be useful and fetch me one of the pretty girls accompanying my army, I require entertainment, if we are to wait for this unknown general to tire out his forces"

"But my lord...I have heard tale of how the giant enchanted the late lord Gao" The aid muttered, and received a cup of cold coffee splashed against his fine silks

"Be silent if you can only speak such foolishness!" De snarled "I am tired of being told we face an undefeatable force. Mao Jian fell because he thought he faced an ordinary army, not one led by a genius such as the Giant, the Dai fell because they trusted that fat swine to guard the border. The Xue shall not be so easily deceived, Now fetch my a woman with jade features, or I shall take you as my bed warmer tonight you blithering imbecile"

That got that idiot moving. Xue De chuckled, and lounged back in his chair, eyes lazily gazing over the map laid before him. A crude thing, but it'd suffice.

"Carp and spear on Azure" He muttered, the description seemed familiar, but he could not place why it did. He would simply ask the general of his origins when he captured him, before torturing the location of the rest of the Giant's army and its weakness out of him.
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Jinhai sat on the branch of a tall tree, biting into a ripe plum, not even bothering to don his armor as he looked into the fog hiding the army camped in the hills before him, over a river.
Zian, Rong, and a few of his other brothers stood beneath the tree, Lieren's friend Hu and other Wei among them. He began to suck the juice off his fingers.

"Brother Jinahi, I must ask" Hu calls out from beneath him "What is the purpose of ordering our men to constantly march and reorganize their formations"

"Jinhai has his reasons" Rong snorted, yawning as he leaned against the tree "I am sure, outside of testing their endurance, I am sure"

"have you not realized yet?" Other wei asks, with his gentle voice, running a sharpened stone over his scalp to shave off the hair that has grown there "It's to keep them focused on our army, like a mask upon the back of the head keeps a panther from pouncing...for a few moments, at least"

"it'll keep them guessing our number, no sane man would go into battle until he knew how his own forces compared to that of the enemy" Zian answered a few moments later, Jinhai sucked on the pit, tilting his head before spitting it to the ground beneath him.

"Both of you are correct" He answered, glancing up to the tree's branches for a suitably ripe fruit to pluck, there was a bird nest sitting above his head, and it drew his attention. The way the branches were weaved together....could one not mimic such a construction to create stronger walls without wasting more expensive resources? they'd at least be useful temporarily, he imagined.

"And that means?" Rong asks, tossing a peach up to Jinhai, which of course he catches easily, cleaning it with the sleeves of his shirt.

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>>4573537

"That they will not notice the numerous men moving to the east and west of their camp, nor the woman dressed in Tao yellow barking orders. They'll be content to allow our men to tire themselves out and then attack, as any general would know of the ploy of concealing the true size of your army by keeping it constantly moving and shifting. they will also believe we are doing so to hide a disadvantage as such a tactic would imply" Jinhai said quickly, not fumbling over a single word before biting into the peach Rong had given him

He licked the juice from stubble growing over his lip and sighed.

"Thus, allowing Dandan the safety necessary to find a more suitable position for the Gatling guns and steel dragons" He continued speaking, turning the peach over in his hands, eyes focused on the nest above his head, as a little red bird flew back home with a beetle held in its beak "And with Xue focused on the traditional field of battle, they shall be unprepared for the hell those weapons unleash, all we must do is wait"

"For?" Rong yawned "I fear I'll be an old man by time the battle begins"

"for the signal" Jinhai said, biting the seed out of the peach and spitting it down at his long time comrade, for being annoying "You will know it when you see it"

"Ah, damn you fish!" the one eyed man yells back, as Hu and Zian laugh at his misfortune.
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"We are doomed" Xue Hong groaned, the eldest of the Xue three, tears staining his cheeks. His hands shook as he reached for the bottle of victory wine he had brought to share with his brothers, De and Liang "Doomed, I shall never see my father again, I shall never succeed him, nor will my child see my face again! I will only meet death!"

His officers nodded, already consumed by liquor themselves as their master cried and wailed. What misfortune! what misfortune! that he'd be the one to meet Yin Lei backed by the tools crafted by the Giant's hand. The Unbroken thunder's howl himself! The man who has faced down a horde of Vishnu screamers, who battled against the Shuni demagogue himself! Kamal Kanan! who threatened all of Yan but two decades ago! Oh what ill luck, what dreadful fate! that he must face the Black general with but a third of the Xue's forces! Oh he may have a more rested army, a more numerous one if the courts were kind, but he could not stand against such a tactical genius backed by such terrible weapons.

"We are doomed to an early grave" Hong wailed, slamming his fist into the table before him "Gather the men, defensive positions, we will hold as long as we can, send riders to De and Liang, maybe if we act with enough haste, we can be saved, if we remain in this fort we can at least expect Yin Lei to test out defenses before sending us all to hail"

The general's fat belly shuddered as he sobbed and cried.
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>>4573538

"If only the Yin on our side had not abandoned the front line so hastily!" He hissed, swinging his bottle of wine around wildly "That damnable dog, loyal to the end, if Yan Zihao had not left to raise more forces, we may have had a chance to fight and win against the undefeated general of the south"
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"Shan, I want you to knock the top of that tower down, to keep the Xue from growing complacent" Yin Lei said calmly, straining his eyes to see the fort sitting beyond the fog "No doubt they're already planning their usual regrouping, so lets give the drunkard the push he needs, to send a messenger to each of his brothers. He'll just burrow away into the fort otherwise, and wait for us to assault his walls before risking such a move otherwise"

"How much of the tower, Black general" Shan said, as Yin glanced at the old man, whose hair had been burnt to frayed and split ends, his eyes peeking out through a mask of soot and burnt flesh "Do you wish to merely scare them? Or thin the army gathered in the fort"

"Enough to leave Xue Hong alive, at least. I would have him hanged alongside De, if Jinhai can capture the whoremonger alive" Yin Lei said hatefully, eyes glowering at the fort. The Xue deserved punishment, and Lieren was not here to carry it out. So Yin lei had decided, he'd act as his in his place. And repay them as they deserved, for the crimes and failings they had committed over the years. Hong...the fool had lost an entire army fleeing from that Shuni Zealot, and nearly cost the Yan forces victory that day in retreat. The coward, the fool.
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You have seen these kinds of trees before, in the pictures the mechanical egg you hatched from showed you. They're a different breed that those in the center of Yan, befitting the warmer climate of the north. Already it feels as if it were the height of summer, despite being the dawn of spring still.

Cui fu's horse snorts, raising its head as if to ask why you have stopped riding forth. It's thicker hair you have cut off to allow it to move unimpeded by the heat or mud that seemed ever present further into the Dai's land. Though you kept its tail fur long, to maintain its ability to fight off the biting flies that have swarmed both of you as you neared the forest's edge. Vines and hanging branches cast odd shadows into the thick under growth of bushes, crawling vines and ferns. Colorful flowers and bright birds fly from branch to branch, singing odd songs.

Clicking your tongue, you tap your ankles against the great beast's sides.

"Come on, old friend, if we make it through this journey, I'll get you some company at the wars end" You coo, to your trusted, if simple minded companion, who merely snorts in reply and without hesitation begins to trot into the thick of the jungle.

Which had no village or even remote farm within miles of its edge. How terrifying it must be, how fearsome, to keep away all of civilization from approaching it.
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>>4573543

How will you travel through the bone devouring forest, Lieren?
> Just cut through it and try to reach the otherside as quickly as you can
>Begin to hunt the horrid beasts that dwell inside, and slay the worst of them that you can find
>Slowly, and attempt to the draw the attention of the vishnu tribes that have gotten lost in its depths
> Form a path by felling trees as you pass them, by breaking them at the base with a solid strike of your foot
> Write in?
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>>4573546
>> Write in?
>Attempt to the draw the attention of the vishnu tribes that have gotten lost in its depths
> Form a path by felling trees as you pass them, by breaking them at the base with a solid strike of your foot

This improvised road could use some stones and the skulls of any beast that attack us, as signs for milestones.

In regard to the lost vishnu tribes, perhaps killing some beasts and offering them as a gift could make them our friends. We could be seen with a great fire. Having experienced tribal hunters from a forest this deadly, would be a good boon for our forces. No to mention for the future, when we will declare war on Vishnu we could need their experience and aid.
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>>4573567
Sounds like a fun idea. We could even make weapons and armor out of the beasts we kill.
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>>4573567
I'll support.
And making some cloak out of the peak predators here would be a sign to the vishnu. "We are not to be fucked with"
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>>4573590
>we ride in on the deadliest beast in the forest
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>>4573567
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>>4573575
Only if they aren't something tainted like the Great Beasts of Caliban or straight-up daemons. If they're just normal, dangerous animals, then sure.
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>Raoh
Godddamnit it works so well. Though I'll say personality wise Lieren drifts more towards Toki AKA Cancer Jesus.
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>>4573567
I agree on slaying the beasts and finding the tribals, but the road building must come til after we defeat the Yan. We're on a limited time frame here.
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>>4573618
Absolutely. I’m not even completely for killing beasts unless they are corrupted.
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>>4573567
>> Form a path by felling trees as you pass them, by breaking them at the base with a solid strike of your foot
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>>4573546
>Slowly, and attempt to the draw the attention of the vishnu tribes that have gotten lost in its depths
>For the beasts we should destroy the twisted abominations, tame the non-corrupt ones we can tame, and kill the rest for their parts.
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>>4573543
>You have seen these kinds of trees before, in the pictures the mechanical egg you hatched from showed you. They're a different breed that those in the center of Yan, befitting the warmer climate of the north. Already it feels as if it were the height of summer, despite being the dawn of spring still.
Wait a second. The plants are non-native and the climate might be unnatural. This area have been created by DAoT tech. That also means the threats might have been created by DAoT tech.
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>>4573683
Or its a rare weather anomoly which causes this section of land to have these conditions. Hell it could just be volcanic activity, which would explain the verdant abundaty of life since their soil is super fertile.
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>>4573546
>>Slowly, and attempt to the draw the attention of the vishnu tribes that have gotten lost in its depths
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>>4573704
it's wine country
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>>4573546
>Begin to hunt the horrid beasts that dwell inside, and slay the worst of them that you can find
Anything that survives is either lucky enough to never encounter Lieren or smart enough to stay away.

>>4573607
>Though I'll say personality wise Lieren drifts more towards Toki AKA Cancer Jesus.
That's true. I suppose when it comes to personality Kenshiro would be a decent enough fit, too.

Sadly neither of them are big enough to fill a Primarch's shoes.
Besides Raoh is also the owner of a massive horse, which just adds to Lieren looking like him.
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Alright calling the vote.

Attempt to draw the attention of the lost vishnu:8
Form a path by felling trees as you travel:6
Hunt the beasts, slay the beasts:2

Alright, so Lieren will try to make contact with the lost Vishnu tribes that have become savage beneath these trees, as well as cutting a rough path by kicking over trees.

Writing now
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Soon the trees grow too close and thickly together for your loyal steed to carry you any further into the sweltering depths of this overgrown forest. So you slide from its back and take the reinforced reigns you've wrapped and hammered into its iron bridle to lead the majestic creature along the path you'll cut through this hellish place on foot. The ground is half way to mud, and covered with many forms of life, primarily colorful vines that seem to pulse with nectar as a working man's veins would with blood. These are topped with flowers so vividly colored they shock the eyes, lined with serrated thorns and sharp leaves. They're probably parasitic in nature, judging by how none of them grown into the soil underfoot, but rather crawl and dig into the smoothed, black barked trees that stand dwarfed by the red and copper hued giants that tower far into the sky. Natural towers of wood and fortresses of interconnected branches.

Condensation gathers upon your armor, the heat bearing down on you as it has since you began your trek deeper into the north of Dai. Wet heat, is something you're unaccustomed to, the summers is Gao's lands were always dry and had little rainfall. This forest however, is like a sweathouse or forge the moment after steel is quenched in water. The water and heat in the air makes it feel almost oppressively heavy. It is clear to you now, why the people of Yan avoid this forest and why they have given it such a foreboding title as "The Bone Devouring Forest". This climate is one that would encourage the spread of disease and festering of wounds, but the soil is rich and black and the foliage bountiful, so it must also be home to a great number of creature. With the lack of knowledge concerning sickness and infection among the common masses, and the dull senses of the normal breed of men, it is obvious why this place is so deeply feared and shrouded so heavily in myth and legend.

Without knowledge and experience in living in such an environment, it'd seem as hell on earth. You sigh, and stop your march through the woods for a moment, glancing around at all the low hanging branches drooping in the air, bearing strange fruits and oddly shaped leaves. There's a musical bird call and a cry that almost sounds human but is twisted in a manner you cannot place. A curved tree with dull grey bark stands over a small stream sullied by dirt and further spoiled by a the rotting carcass of a Fog Panther, that has a coat of molted blacks and shimmering copper rather than the white and silversheen you are used to. It's den lies beneath the crooked tree, filled with bones of men and beast, and the Slain panther's lower half.

Evidence of one of the dreadful creatures rumored to make the shadows of this vast forest their home, or one of the Magical beasts the Dai family and the Dai people have warned you of, as you traveled towards this expanse of trees and blistering heat.
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>>4574453

For outside of yourself and the brothers of panthers, and those tutored in their hunting methods, the number of species that compete with the Fog Panther, yet alone hunt it for sustenance themselves are few in number. In fact, there are but two species you know, The Cui Cliffjumpers that have turned carnivorous over generations, who also hunt men, and those degenerate cousins of men local to the mountains of Dai and deeper Yan, covered with a thick mat of fur and swinging arms. And only the later actively hunts the panthers, out of desperation, and even then only daring to attacking the young and weak.

Your sole companion seems to deprive some excitement at the sight of the tattered, beetle eaten corpse torn in two. As ever, the Late Cui Fu's battle lust lives on in his horse. How interesting, to see such a great beast brought so low by hands besides your own. If this is the work of a mundane predator, then you will have to think of how to ensure the safety of travelers upon the Giant's road when it grows to reach this place. But if it is the work of a magical beast, such as the Foul Toad Dragon, then protecting your road will be a much simpler task.

For all you'd have to do is slay the creature, and the threat it presents will be neutralized. But there's no use in pondering and mediating upon a heap of rotten flesh and bug eaten skin and fur. You must conquer this green hell, and reach the Mao. Thinking of how to tame it, would have to wait until there was a need to do such. There's always a safer and quicker route to build a path upon, after all.

But, just in case the need arises for your road to spread its roots through this forest, you might as well make a simple path to mark your own progress at the very least.

So pressing the flat of your foot against a nearby tree, you press your weight and strength into it. The wood groans and squeaks for a moment under the steel of your boot, but then it snaps in two with a loud almost thunderous crack. As the tree falls, it fells two more that had grown beneath the shade of its branches.

Stepping over the severed trunk and roots, you snap another tree by pressing your foot against it, but this one catches on the mighty and old branches of a larger tree. Which will require a bit more force to topple. Like a hardy kick, or perhaps to. Striding over to the wooden giant, you pause for a moment, after lifting the previously felled tree onto your shoulder so as to clear the space between the larger tree and yourself. For there's something quite curious in the bark of this giant, a carving. It's set in a space where the bark that has been stripped and burned away, to keep it from growing over the primitive message.

It's a warning, and there are few letters your recognize as a bastardized version of the written language of the vishnu. Luckily, you have studied their tongue after your encounter with Zhou Wenyan's hired guards.
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>>4574455

Partially out of an idle curiosity for the words they spat at you as they died, and mostly because you know one day you will war against their people as you now war against the Yan.

It's a bit crudely carved, but the meaning is clear to you. It's a warning, marking the edge of the hunting grounds of a "Mud mouth, tearing jaws" Which is just the literal translation of those letters. A more lenient, accurate translation could mean "Earth biter" or "Ground eater" among other things, and the second part seems to warn of the danger it presents, which is rather obvious. It dismembers its prey to make them easier to consume, or perhaps uses its mighty jaws to disable them by pulling their limbs off. Which, there isn't much of a difference between the two uses at all.

Glancing over to your right, you can notice another carving, across the muddied stream which represents a different beast than the one depicted upon this tree. The "Mud Mouth" resembles a mixture of an eel and beetle, with a carp's mouth lined with crushing teeth and mandibles, painted a bright blue and dull brownish red. The image depicted on the tall tree across the little river, is instead of a winged creature that stands upon two hooved legs, with hands like crab claws and three tongues dripping green.

"Hmm" You grunt, tilting your head and holding the bottom of your chin in your free hand as you turn your head to the other direction, towards an incline that leads into a cave of some kind, outside of which, another sign left by the feral vishnu stands, faded and carved out with the words "Swallowed by earth" Which you take to mean the Mud eater devoured that particular beast itself. No doubt the winged one is able to live in some harmony with the other abomination because it can avoid its predation by remaining in the canopy or higher peaks of the mountains growing through this terrible place.

Impressive, they have survived encountering these creatures and living among them, and learned their habits. They would be a useful asset if they could be reasoned with, even more so if they could be convinced to leave their home and lend their survival expertise and martial abilities to your army.

No doubt you'll draw their attention eventually, as you are a new lumbering giant trampling through their home and knocking over trees. No doubt, if you return along the path you cut, you'll find signs warning of "Grey Giant and Red stomper" carved into the trees nearing the boundaries of the simple road you've carved.

But eventually is too slow. You have a war to fight, and Swine to gut. You'll need to do something a little grander than merely kicking over trees to attract the notice of these tribes of survivors. The vishnu, are quite a hardy people, the few you fought kept battling against you even as you removed one or even two of their limbs. These long secluded warriors will no doubt be as mighty if not more so.
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>>4574457

Kicking over the larger tree with but two solid kicks to its base, you watch it crash down, erasing the warning and crushing the smaller trees growing behind it. A gap in the canopy allows a beam of unfiltered sun light to creep through and glow through the fog, creating a small clearing of morning in a forest cast in eternal dusk.

Walking forward, you begin to think of ways to draw the Vishnu to you, rather than have them watch you from a distance and imagine you to be a new monstrosity haunting their home. A few ideas come to mind.

How do you attract the Vishnu's attention, Lieren? Besides kicking over trees?

> Hunt down "Mud mouth" and "Burning lasher", so their deaths can not be mistaken as one devouring the other
>Gather the trees you kick over and create a massive bonfire
>Begin singing loudly as you march through the woods and work
>Follow the warning signs, and when they stop, look for signs of the passage of men walking upon the forest floor
> write in?
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>>4574459
>>Follow the warning signs, and when they stop, look for signs of the passage of men walking upon the forest floor.

>Cast your eyes to the trees, swinging from tree to tree would allow one to avoid most dangers in the forest. As would living in some of the elder trees. Surely if there are no signs of men treading the earth there will be something to be seen in the trees.
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>>4574459

> Hunt down "Mud mouth" and "Burning lasher", so their deaths can not be mistaken as one devouring the other
>Begin singing loudly as you march through the woods and work
>Find something constructive to use the trees for
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>>4574459
> Hunt down "Mud mouth" and "Burning lasher", so their deaths can not be mistaken as one devouring the other
>Follow the warning signs, and when they stop, look for signs of the passage of men walking upon the forest floor
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>>4574459
>Sing 'kind golden eyes' and other songs as you move
>Follow the warning signs and when they stop, look for passage of men
>Keep an eye on the trees above for ambush or trail
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>>4574459
>> Hunt down "Mud mouth" and "Burning lasher", so their deaths can not be mistaken as one devouring the other
>>Begin singing loudly as you march through the woods and work
"Hey Paul! (Hey Paul!) Paul Bunyannnnnnnn"
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>>4574459
> Hunt down "Mud mouth" and "Burning lasher", so their deaths can not be mistaken as one devouring the other
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>>4574459

> Hunt down "Mud mouth" and "Burning lasher", so their deaths can not be mistaken as one devouring the other
>Follow the warning signs, and when they stop, look for signs of the passage of men walking upon the forest floor
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>>4574459
> Hunt down "Mud mouth" and "Burning lasher", so their deaths can not be mistaken as one devouring the other
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>>4574459
>> Hunt down "Mud mouth" and "Burning lasher", so their deaths can not be mistaken as one devouring the other
>>Begin singing loudly as you march through the woods and work
>>Find something constructive to use the trees for
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Calling the vote, sorry for the longish wait.

Follow the warning signs and find the Vishnu: 4
Look into the trees:2
Hunt Down Mud Mouth and Burning lasher: 7
Begin singing the songs of your people as you continue your work:4
Find something constructive to use the trees for:2

Alright, So Lieren will focus on tracking down the Two magical beasts nearby, while keeping an eye out for signs of the vishnu and Singing as he continues to work, to attract the attention of either the monsters or the men living besides them

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However there is a simple truth too all creatures, large and small. One that extends even to man himself. If one makes a ruckus in their territory, they will notice and be driven to investigate the invader. It is troublesome to track creatures of the sky as the signs they leave of their passing are few and far between. You could perhaps find feathers of the "Burning Lasher" or marks of its hooves upon branches, but that would divide your attention with its hunting ground laying so close to the territory of "Mud Mouth". A creature that hunts other magical beasts as if they were mundane animals. And besides the carcass of the unfortunate fog panther that tried to make it's den within the monstrosities hunting ground, it has left no sign of its passing. And judging from the vague description accompanying the description upon the now felled warning sign, and the alternate translation of its name "Ground eater", it must be a burrowing creature. And thus most of the tracks it would leave behind, lay beneath the feet, underground and hidden by thick layers of soil and stone. Another difficult beast to track, but by no means one impossible to stalk down, much like the Burning Lasher.

Which is why making a commotion will be the easiest method to track down both of those terrible beasts and the vishnu as well. Instead of searching for disturbed piles of earth or tunnels, or markings high upon the cannopy of trees, or piles of bones and refuse, you shall merely use yourself as bait, to attract the attention of your quarry. Perhaps a somewhat foolish tactic, but you must not linger within this forest. The Mao await your judgement on the other side of it after all, and the war continues unabated behind you. To delay returning to your forces any longer than is necessary, would be a greater folly than endangering yourself and encouraging these two beasts to attempt to prey upon you or battle against you as a rival, as the Toad Dragon did, years before.

So having made your decision, you begin to sing, loudly and boisterously as you march through the forest, past the signs warning of the two beasts living in harmony. Specifically a refrain of "Kind golden eyes" that you particularly enjoy for its relaxed tempo and cheerfully rhythm. Cui Fu's horse follows you along, showing know fear or stress as a lesser of his kind would when walking into the territory of predator. Like you, and his late master, he remains unafraid of any challenger or threat that stands before him. Quite the admirable trait in a steed, as it is in a man.

Lashing your foot against the trunk of another tree, and noticing the tale tale scratch of a man's nails gripping onto it tightly, before they are torn away with great force, faint stains of blood in the bark, perhaps a year old or longer. The tree falls and you step over it, shaking the reigns of your companion.
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>>4575757

He steps forward, following close behind you as you fell tree after tree, shaking his fane to clean it of the wood dust and splinters that fly as you continue your work

"Ooooh have you seen, those eyes of the most candescent gold!" You sing, matching your march to the pace of your voice as you continue your work "Aglow with kindness, unmatched in their brilliance and filled with some humble benevolence! From Nothing they came, casting the land with such gentle light and mercy, a simple ambition to remake all before their gaze as jade so magnificent. Ooooh have you seen the kind golden eyes, of Lieren the wise, the hunter from Nothing, who comes to bring joy and comfort to all lands of Gao, to ease the suffering of its people. Have you seen his eyes, with your own?"

You pause before knocking over the next tree, seeing more writing placed along it's trunk, that reads in, noticeably rough Vishnu. "Ten brave hunters fell here, eternally they rest now, consumed by the Mouth of Mud". Which tells confirms that you're still on the trail of both of your quarries.

"Unmatched kindness, a gentle voice, Lieren comes now, upon his road of white stone, a gift from the heavens, a beacon of hope, have you seen those kind eyes of gold!" You bellow as you knock down the tree before you and march forward again, rocking your head back and forth along with the rhythm of the song, if only you had a Guqin to accompany your song, then it'd be even lovelier "From Nothing he comes, to turn the empty fields to jade. With wisdom unparalleled beneath the heavens and a virtuous, he walks the lands now, seeding prosperity where he goes. Oh tell me, tell me, have you had the good fortune and delight, to gaze upon those golden eyes agleam with kindness and generosity, and boundless benevolence, tell me, tell me, have you met the Giant Lieren?!"

You pause, misstep, drawing in a deep breath of the humid air of this forest. There's a body beneath your feet, our rather a part of one, an arm dressed in furs, already partially consumed by the vermin of the undergrowth. The skin is the same clay color as the vishnu you met before, if a little darker, with scarification and dyes pained down the wrist. A curved axe is clutched in its hands, dried blood and the beetles coating its edge of bronze. A snapped portion of bone which would connect the limb to shoulder has been snapped, and a strange substance coats the flesh there, that the vermin feasting upon the limb avoid. A strange, almost pink hued ichor, that swirls and mingles with the blood still pouring from the limb.

As you inspect the orphaned limb, prodding it with your armored foot, it suddenly twitches. Which you had not expected in the least, causing your to clench your jaw and the hand gripping your Guandao to tighten, a mere instinctive reaction. The arm trembles, lashing and gripping its ask as if it were still alive, despite being half decayed past the elbow.
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>>4575761

Nearly skeletal even, stripped of flesh and skin except for a few wayward strips and patches.

Yet it moves as if it were still part of its owner, as if were still alive, attempting to fight of the attack that slew the body it belonged to.

"What future is dreamed and seen, by those wells of the most brilliant of gold?" You mutter, finishing the portion of Kind golden eyes, a feeling of disgust and contempt rushing through you at the sight of this unnatural occurrence. It must be the work of one of the beasts you're attempting to lure to its death, with your singing and the crashing of felled trees.

But which?

Your companion stomps its front right hoof, snorting and shaking its braided men energetically, a look of excitement burning within its simple eyes. Whipping its tail back and forth, as if it were a weapon, it looks around, and you feel the presence it is reacting to now. A low rumble, rising up from the ground under your feet, shaking your very bones with its great power.

"Ah, The earth biter" You say calmly, smiling beneath the blank sheet of steel you wear over your face, and let go of the reigns of your horse "Go, move from here! I shall not have you harmed by such a foul creature as this"

As if it can understand your words, Cui Fu's horse, bows its head and charges forward as you ordered, as the ground begins to raise and fall beneath you. Is it a brother of the Toad Dragon? odd that it would drive itself beneath the ground in such a manner, an coincidence? Or sign of kinship?

You step back, as the ground beneath your feet ruptures and raises into the sky, a mouthful of yellowed teeth the size of a normal man's chest snapping closed as mandibles honed to a razors edge snap above them and pull back down to the earth. Trees fall as the mass of the beast pulses and moves through the land. And then you see it's eyeless face, shooting back out of the dirt, gnashing its teeth again. A tongue rolls out over its lipless maw, a foul purple hue.

There is an eye upon the tip, and its looking down at you.

"Abomination" You spit, challenging the monstrosity by slamming the steel haft of your Guandao to the earth, and much like the Toad Dragon, you can feel, almost instinctively, despite there being nothing resembling humanity within this creature.

It to, was one a mortal man, twisted or perhaps cursed into its current from. It does not move, sizing you up and trying to decide if you are prey or competition. It eye flashes with an inner light, and you tilt your head, studying the organ in the moments before the beast strikes again. So that's how it managed to slay the third beast present in this small portion of the Bone devouring woods. Hypnosis, flashing internal lights that would dull the mind and enchant any who gaze upon them. An adaptation that nature could no produce, there's a wave of some kind coming off of it, you can see.

However, It does not seem to affect the eyes of one of the Primarch people.
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>>4575762

You can even pinpoint the exact location within the eye which produces the light and accompanying mental assault.
And the beast now realizes you aren't enraptured by its trick and deems you a threat because of it. Raising its head up, the slime coating its long neck begins to drip and flow in a most distasteful manner as the rest of it's body emerges, a beetle like shell set in the middle of its body, which its eel like body protrudes out of and curls within. What a disgusting crime against the senses, it reeks of rotting fish and stale sweat.

In response to your earlier challenge, it shrieks with a woman's voice, that escapes from a second mouth down its neck as its head lashes back and forth, daring you to strike first. It then pulls itself into its incandescent carapace, the disgustingly oversized human hands that emerge from beneath it dragging into the dirt and rapping their knuckles on trees. The flesh of it resembles that of a new born infant, pink and flushed red.

It understands you pose a greater threat to it, than it does to you. Clever beast. It knows attacking you first will only lead to it being wounded, perhaps mortally.

What is your first move in this battle, Lieren?
> Charge towards it, and stab your Guandao into the gab between its beetle shell
> Attack its Hands/ feet with a flurry of downward swings, strikes, and stabs
> Stand your ground, and entice it to charge you by glaring into its eye, and then sidestep, and catch its neck with the spike upon the back of your Guandao's blade
> Try to break its shell by hammering it with the counterweight at the end of your weapon
>Write in
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>>4575769
>Slash its hands
>Smash the shell

Remove its hands first so it can't escape, then smash its shall
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>>4575769
>>Slash its hands
>>Smash the shell
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>>4575769
>Slash its hands
>Smash the shell
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>>4575769
>> Charge towards it, and stab your Guandao into the gab between its beetle shell
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>>4575769
>> Stand your ground, and entice it to charge you by glaring into its eye, and then sidestep, and catch its neck with the spike upon the back of your Guandao's blade
Time to add "Pissed off Slaanesh" to our resume.
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>>4575769
> Attack its Hands/ feet with a flurry of downward swings, strikes, and stabs
> Stand your ground, and entice it to charge you by glaring into its eye, and then sidestep, and catch its neck with the spike upon the back of your Guandao's blade
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Time to wait for the incoming battle with Mouth of Mud. Here is a marine.
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>>4576093
You sir, are a fantastic battlebrother.

I do wonder how the fuck the tune to that song goes though. Like the lyrics dont flow at all.
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>>4576093
Magnificent
>>4576102
It’d probably flow better in whatever the 30k Chinese language that the Yan people speak
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>>4576093
Wear it with honor, anon.
>>4576103
I'm tempted to toss it into google translate to see if it's better in chinese. Unless Malal has a tune in mind?
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>>4576093
Well, I love the armor colours ans the engraving pauldrons is simple enough to not displease Lieren while complex enough to look good.
Also, he looks smug, which is further amplified by the Nappa style moustache. All in all, well done.
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>>4576184
*armour colours and the engraving on the pauldrons
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>>4575769
congrats, you got fan art.
now you know you're one of thew big boys on /qst/.
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>>4576192
I can't think of many others that got fanart, even more notable ones like Star Wars: Interregnum. Clone Wars Quest got some but the QM is MIA and Homeless Mutant Quest had loads, but that was back on /tg/ and Crusty is most likely dead.
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>>4576215
>laughs in HQQ and Ogre Civ Quest
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>>4576243
>Cries in HQQ and DATS
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>>4576215
Persona 2129 got some art too if memory serves.
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>>4576243
What's HQQ?
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>>4576479
SCQ also got some art from drawfags and commissioned artists alike.
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>>4576215
There have been hundreds, more likely thousands of quests that got fanart, though my favs have always been Predator Quest and Mech Engineer Quest.
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>>4576491
A wonderful quest that just kind of... stopped one day, at its height.
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Alright, calling the vote now. Sorry I've been a bit slow with the updates lately.

Slash its hands:3
Smash the shell:3
Charge and stab between it's shell:1
Stand your ground, and catch its neck with the back of your Guando:2

Alright, so Lieren will attempt to disable it's ability to move and then shatter its shell if possible.
Writing now

>>4576093
Fucking amazing! I love it.

>>4576102
>>4576103
>>4576136
Yeah, I figured it'd sound better in Shangralan than how I wrote it. Which is why I focused more on the lyrics than flow.

And "Kind Golden Eyes" it was more working song, that could be sung while working or drinking or even as a lullaby, depending on how its sung. a sung poem that became a popular folksong, more or less

>>4576192
Remember the Legion symbol someone made? That counts as fan art doesn't it?
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>>4577139
I’m more interested in what the original symbol and legion name will be.
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So you'll take the first move in this dance of death. The beast's hesitation shall be its undoing. Swinging your Guandao to the side, you hold your right arm in front of yourself, to use the armor upon it as something akin to a makeshift shield. Then, with three bounding steps, you rush up to the giant of a beast, which shrieks and hisses at you with its two mouths, its single eye peering from the safety of its beetle like shell. The light that sinks through the canopy and pierces the fog, casts its incandescent carapace a glow, a multitude of colors, some of which have until no remained unseen by you and most men, except the mad. Like a blank space upon a page, you do not have a name for the colors that creep across the shell and armor, mingling with the mundane and natural hues that swirl and glow across it as well.

It raises one of its abhorrently sized hands, its fingernail coated with grime and surrounded by scarred and infected flesh. It slams ir to the ground, still crying out to try and intimidate you away as if you were a common creature or Man. The soil ruptures and breaks, its overwhelming strength causing it to shake and quake, like it was forcing the ground itself to attempt to flee from its foulness. However, you easily maintain your balance, shifting your weight between your feet to keep from becoming unsteadied during your charge to meet the monstrosity. Three long strides, sprinted. You reach your foe in the time it'd take any other man to blink and turn away in disgust from it. Slime coats the forest floor beneath it, entrapping all the vermin and lesser creatures of Shangrala that were not quick enough to flee from the present of two beings that must seem to be gods to their simple minds.

It brings its raised hand down towards you, the ichor coating its flesh protecting its soft, untouched flesh from the sun's scorching rays, and the way the slime coating glimmers under direct light, makes it appear ever more like a new born child, grossly distended and grown to a utterly monstrous size and form. Swinging your Guandao up with your left hand, you catch it with your right, just beneath its blade. Sliding your left down to the end of the pole, grasping the counterweight, you use your own strength and body as an anchor.

Sliding your right down the middle of the panther leather wrapped pole, you swing and halt its path, pulling the weapon closer to your chest while taking half a step back. The edge of the blade bites sinks into the slime coating the disgusting creature's appendage, and sinks into its unmarred palm. The ichor runs red, and as you anticipated, the monstrosity reels back, unused to such pain. It pulls its hand back up, and the thick ichor would have caught your weapon, like it were a fly upon sap. But, having quickly pulled it back, you managed to free it yourself a moment before it would have been ripped from your hands.
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>>4577139
Thanks everyone
Is the same symbol i have used for the first images. Here i have just cut the panther head, because it wouldn t look good with the whole body on the cup. Also yeah you can count it has fan art.
Would a sheet be of use in the future ? Like for keeping in mind characters and equipment for example.
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>>4577199

But you do not cease your assault, or pause it for a moment. Stepping back forward, you utilize your great speed to funnel momentum into your neck strike, stabbing your Guandao into the air and burying it's blade further into the gash upon "Mud Mouth"'s palm. It strikes bone, but does not stop, as the muscles in your arms tighter and pull taught, as you use all of the might you were gifted in your birth and through hard labor, to send the steel further through the unnatural bone and flesh. Grasping the back end of the pole now, the pole of steel pierces through the pinkish red flesh like a loose nail left unstruck, coated in slime and blood. Pulling it back, and retrieving it, you clean it with a quick slash through the air, before the foul coating reaches your hands and sullies them.

The Beast merely shrieks, its tongue rolling out from the depths of its shell to look upon the damage you've dealt to its hand , as it struggles to stand on just three. There's a gaping hole, exposing bone and muscle, cut tendon left open to the heat of the day. And as it panics, leaving itself completely open and unguarded, you whip your Guandao at its wounded hand once more, turning it around in your hands to face it's edge up. The vertical strike cuts into its wrist, and the creature wails in pain, and still allows you step closer, switching your grip to turn the blade's edge downwards once more, transferring the momentum into a downwards swing, aimed at the joint of it one of its primary standing fingers.

It cuts through its knuckle and you realize why it has not responded to your attack. It relies on its slime to entrap its foes, and as you are to quick and powerful to get trapped within it, as its prey would be, it needed to lure you in closer. And the trick almost worked.

Leaning back, bending your knees, you sway out of the way of its snapping jaws, rising back up and turning on one heel to twist away from its tongue, as it whips towards you, trying to batter your off your feet. And you can see the surprise in that single eye, as you leap to its other hand and use swing your Guandao into the tips of three of its digits, cutting through two of them with a single mighty blow, utilizing your own weight to put more force into the strike. Turning on your heel, you take a low, sturdy stance with your legs spread far apart. And twirl your Guandao around, so its blade face behind you, turning its Counterweight into the head of hammer.

But before you can begin to swing and batter it against the beast's armored shell, it throws a punch at you with its right hand. Despite how poor its balance already is with two injured hands. The mistake of a wild animal.
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>>4577202

What is your second move, Lieren?
>Shatter its left leg with a single mighty blow, toppling it to the ground
> Avoid its punch, and with a powerful stab, pin its arm to its shell at the wrist
>Leap onto its back, and shatter its shell as you had planned
>Catch it's fist with your own hands and using the gash in its wrist as a grip, break it and the "Arm" its attached to. Using the experience gained from wrestling with your friends to great effect
>Write in

>>4577200
Maybe, if I find it hard to keep track of them myself, I'll make a note pad listing all of them myself
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>>4577205
>>Catch it's fist with your own hands and using the gash in its wrist as a grip, break it and the "Arm" its attached to. Using the experience gained from wrestling with your friends to great effect
Reminder that Daemons are made of emotional energy, if a Daemon feels weak then it become weaker.
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>>4577205
>>Catch it's fist with your own hands and using the gash in its wrist as a grip, break it and the "Arm" its attached to. Using the experience gained from wrestling with your friends to great effect
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>>4577205
>SMASH THE ARM

Don't catch it, just smash.
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>>4577205
>Shatter its left leg with a single mighty blow, toppling it to the ground
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>>4577205
>Catch it's fist with your own hands and using the gash in its wrist as a grip, break it and the "Arm" its attached to. Using the experience gained from wrestling with your friends to great effect
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>>4577205
>> Avoid its punch, and with a powerful stab, pin its arm to its shell at the wrist
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>>4577205
>Catch it's fist with your own hands and using the gash in its wrist as a grip, break it and the "Arm" its attached to. Using the experience gained from wrestling with your friends to great effect
OH YEAH BROTHER YOU BETTER BELIEVE YOU'RE IN FOR A WORLD OF HURT.
Because I'm the undisputed heavy weight champion of all of Yan brother and you better believe I'm the cream-of-the-crop yeah.
You better believe you ain't nothin, like these trigs I'm gonna snap you into a slim Jim YEAH!
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Guys, WTF ARE YOU DOING, this guy has glue/slime skin and you want to catch it? Just cut the limbs off and then break the shell or wait until tye head tries to bite and cut it
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>>4577205
>Shatter its left leg with a single mighty blow, toppling it to the ground
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>>4577205
>Leap onto its back, and shatter its shell as you had planned

>>4577746
You gotta admit. It would be cool to just catch it and break its arm off, then beat the shit out of it with it's own arm, but I see your point.

>>4577215
>>4577219
>>4577524
Recall that the slime of the monster was able to animate the severe limb of that arm or something? Beyond being sticky and slimy, I think the slime contains a more malicious side effect. Potentially corruption?

Anyone wonder if theres a Warp/Chaos gate on Shegrula? The Emperor went through one and because a powerhouse. Horus went through one when he was corrupted, and was nearly on par with the Emperor. Wheres our portal?
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>>4577205
>> Avoid its punch, and with a powerful stab, pin its arm to its shell at the wrist
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>>4577205
>Leap onto its back, and shatter its shell as you had planned
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>>4577751
The portal they went through led to the home of the gods itself, not just any only portal.
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>>4577205
>Shatter its left leg with a single mighty blow, toppling it to the ground
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>>4577205
>> Avoid its punch, and with a powerful stab, pin its arm to its shell at the wrist
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>>4578085
>>4577762
forgot i voted, didn't mean to double
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>>4577230
I'll change my vote to

>Hop onto it's backas planned.
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>>4577746
We’ve fought and suffered worse.
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>>4578224
Without reason? No I doubt it
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>>4577866
The Emperor basically went to the home plane of the 4 and told them "you know how daemons perma-die if directly killed in the warp and you are like daemons turned up to 11? Well, now I know were you live fuckers. Tell me how to make Primarchs"
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>>4578248
Alternatively

>Next on Void-dragons den
"Hey, gods, Guess what, I really have this fantastic new idea for a plan of universal conquest, and I'm looking for several million books on arcane soul physics to get started."
>After programming, The candidate broke all his promises and repossession teams were dispatched.

Changes by edition.
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>>4577205
> Avoid its punch, and with a powerful stab, pin its arm to its shell at the wrist
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Alright calling the vote now, sorry for missing a day, felt like shit

Catch its fist:4
Shatter its leg: 3
Avoid it's punch and pin its arm to the shell:3
Leap onto its back:3

Alright, so Lieren will attempt to catch it's fist and then break its wrist and arm

Writing now
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>>4578254
Yeah, the Emperor took advantage of the 4 not knowing about tech and thus, the internet, to pull a nigerian prince scam on them.
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You react quickly, turning to face the oncoming fist with outstretched arms, catching your Guandao by proping it against your chest, kicking the end of it to make it fall into position to do so. The fist flies through the air, far quicker than its size should allow it to move. Slime and ichor mixed with blood flies off of the limb in a most foul slurry, like the arm had become a slobbering tongue of a half starved hound or drunkard.

To make your stance even more stable and unbreakable, you dig your feet into the soft soil beneath your feet, compressing it and hardening it. Heel pressed down first, then toes driven though the mud, encouraging the dirt to fall over you armored feet and encase them as a tomb, functioning like mortar holding the bricks of a mighty wall in place. Then, as the colossal hand comes within inches of colliding with you, you crouch slightly, moving your center of mass and balance and strengthening it even further, bowing your legs in anticipation of the impact.

Grasping with your left hand, you drive your steel and leather covered fingers through the coating of colorless slime running thick over the skin of the monstrosity's hand, and burying it into the open wound upon its back. Gripping tendons, muscles, and exposed veins, you pull the arm to the ground, feeling pressure build as you cut off the flow of blood with your vice grip. The momentum carried through the punch, breaks the ground and pushes you deeper into the muck beneath the battleground, as the fist cuts a deep furrow into the ground. Not hesitating another moment, you reach forward with your right hand, and dig your fingers into the open gash upon its wrist. Already the beast his screaming, snapping its teeth in the air and pawing at its arm, the very same slime that had served it so well in the hunt keeping it from being able to pull its own limb out of your grasp.

Its muscles tense and pull, as it puts all of its strength and bulk into its futile attempts to free its injured limb from your grip. Despites its massive size, and unnatural strength it is no match for your own body and the power it holds, despite your smaller stature compared to the abominations own form. Using a technique you've perfected in playing and rough housing with your dear friends, you for the first time put all of your prodigious strength and might into the move. For you have always taken care not to injure any of your wrestling partners. This move is on used to flip a man onto his back, by grasping his shoulder and waist. One that Small Chen had taught you, when he used it to throw Xin into the air, after the energetic fellow got a big head after winning two bouts with Fat Chen and drawing with Red Face. However, as the arm is connected to a larger body, and cannot be lifted off the air by itself.

This technique will instead snap bone, rip tendon and tear muscle. Rendering the limb a mangled mess, utterly crippled and completely useless.
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>>4579528

If you put this much effort into applying this move upon your fellow man, they'd be torn in twain and pulped beneath your hands.

Mud Mouth shrieks and cries, as the armor covering your begins to buckle and bend, unable to move alongside your limbs as press them to their limit. There's a dull burn running through your arms, the strain of muscles working to rip and tear something that even sharpened steel had difficulty piercing. Slowly, the limb begins to twist, as you lean forward, pulling your left arm down as you raise your right.

The plates and rings of steel covering your arms snap and break, making an almost musical chime as they're ruined. That is followed shortly by a thunderous crack. The fist has been twisted around completely, suffering two rotations before the joint was completely separated, the energy released from the tension snapping and you driving the arm into the ground as the resistance to your grappling suddenly vanishes, cracks the bone connected to the wrist. And the act of slamming the limb down so suddenly, your strength no longer held back by struggling against the beast's own unnatural might, dislocates the bone from the body. It goes limb, like a dead eel, twitching in the muck, shards of bones jutting and stabbing out of the wrist and elbow.

You release your grip and step out of the crater that had been formed around you. The arms and chest plate of your armor have become completely unusable, the steel bent and twisted from your show of inhuman strength, and broken. The chest piece has a great crack in its front, and the plates of steel along your torso and arms have been broken into many pieces as your body pressed against them, the rings having been completely lost when they strained against you, scattered now to the forest floor.

And even if the steel could have endured such force, it is now befouled by the disgusting slime of Mud Mouth, which you were lucky had not soaked through the leather and touched your skin. Otherwise you may have had to resort to immolating yourself to clean away the taint of such a foul substance. It's beginning to harden and turn white.

So, as Mud Mouth lays collapsed before you, swiping its only functioning arm's remaining three fingers at you, to try and keep you away as it snaps its teeth and retreats into its beetle shell, hissing and making gestures to try and scare you away as if you were a predator, you begin to strip yourself of the ruined pieces of your armor.

Which unfortunately includes most of the protection for your upper body, leaving your shirt of panther fur and leather exposed, and your arms entirely uncovered and bare. Your helmet and chain veil remain intact, and your greaves have only lost their outer plates of steel, the chain beneath remaining intact.

grabbing your Guandao again, you turn back to the Mudmouth, the pile of broken armor glinting in the morning sun and casting strange rays of light through the fog and gloom.
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>>4579529

Its single, baleful eye looks at you now, filled with fear and mortal dread.

Its head rises from its shell, shaking and quivering with pain as its second mouth yells and howls at you. It kicks up handfuls of dirt and stone, tossing them at you as it tries to clumsily retreat into the soil, its blackened feet kicking and flailing impotently at the dirt. Shaking its trout like head, it snaps its teeth and mandibles, hissing and shrieking as it spits and drools. The only thing this display provokes in you, is disgust at how similar its voice is to a terrified maiden. Which only makes you want to slay the beast quicker.

Raise up your weapon, you confidently step forward, having already picked out where its arteries lay within its distended throat. But as you move to continue your attack upon the beast.

You hear two sounds, a terrible, laughing shriek like a mixture of a slaughtered swine and drunken man, and the galloping of hooves. Six of them.

Your trusted steed bursts from the undergrowth, rushing to your side past the injured Mud Mouth, as a great shadow cast by a creature nearer to your size, descends from the treetops.

Burning lasher. It does not, however fall upon your horse, but rather, as a flash of dark red hues and bright pinks, falls upon Mudmouth. Its hooves stomping onto its back as it roars towards you, having heard the wounded beasts struggles as it no doubt tried to make a meal of Cui Fu's horse.

Who has kept running, knowing that retreat is not so shameful when your life is on the line.

What a horrid creature it is, with a face like a mixture of a hounds and horse, curved, hooked fangs and three tongues ending in stingers like those of a wasps. It's eyes burn with malice, all four of them, as it kicks and stomps at Mud Mouth, who tries in vain to bash it off of its back with its hand, unable to turn its neck around to bite at it. Burning lasher grips its fingers with its crab like claws, each sharpened and serrated as a cutting knife would be. Its chest...is human, but covered with a thick fur. One of its tongues lashes out, coated in a green liquid, and begins to stab and whip at Mud mouth.

Well, that was quite unexpected.

What is your third move, Lieren?
>Let them do battle, and attack the victor.
> Step back, and with a mighty toss, throw your Guandao through Burning lasher.
>While Mud mouth is distracted by its new assailant, Cut its throat.
>Roar a challenge to burning lasher, and trick it into stinging the tree behind you, and then sever the tongue its connected to
>write in

Sorry again I didn't update yesterday.
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>>4579432
that makes me imagine the warp as a nursing home and the four as its elderly patients, and Big E as a phone scammer
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>>4579530
Relax man, It's cool

Now while I want to let them fight it out, it's more effecient to slit mud mouth's throat to prevent it fleeing underground, then dealing with Burning lasher.

>Cut Mudmouth's throat
>Roar a challenge at Burning Lasher to trick it
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>>4579530
>While Mud mouth is distracted by its new assailant, Cut its throat.
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>>4579541
Can mud mouth still dig? I thought the beast used it's arms to dig and cannot escape anymore. We should let them wound and tire each other a little longer while we study them and seek any weakness we can, having a decapitating strike ready for both of them at any time. We should only attack if any of them tries to escape
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>>4579562
That's a fair cop.

I'll switch to
>Let them tire themselves out, Only kill one's trying to flee.
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>>4579530
>>While Mud mouth is distracted by its new assailant, Cut its throat.
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>>4579530
>write in
Let them weaken each other for as long as they can, use the time to study them for weaknesses and to learn of their attacks and movements. Have a way to kill at least one of them at any time (without it leaving us at the mercy of the other beast) and strike if any tries to flee. The main objective should be to either avoid Mud mouth to flee or to cripple Burning Lasher's ability to fly/ move fast while keeping Lieren from reciving much damage
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>>4579539
The Emperor probably went full
>Emps: Look, xenos ruined everything and I hate them, so I'm going to start a giant crusade. I need superhuman generals to do so, so in exchange for the knowledge and power to make them, I'll send a fuck ton of xeno souls into the warp, but I get to keep mankind, deal?
The 4: So you want to be the racial god of mankind?
Emps: Fuck, no! I just want to be the Emperor.
Khorne, Nurgle and Slaanesh to Tzeench: Is he telling the truth?
Tzeench: Well, yes but-
The 4: Deal!
[And then everyone got fucked, the end]
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>>4579530
>> Step back, and with a mighty toss, throw your Guandao through Burning lasher.
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>>4579530
> Step back, and with a mighty toss, throw your Guandao through Burning lasher.
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>>4579530
> Step back, and with a mighty toss, throw your Guandao through Burning lasher.
The Guandao can be retrieved later so we can kill this thing now while it's distracted. If we can retrieve it, the Mud Mouth is crippled enough that we can use one of the felled trees and a heavy club.
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>>4579530

>Cut Mudmouth's throat
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Calling the vote now, Sorry for the wait.

Cut mud mouth's throat:3
Let the two beast's tire each other out:2
Study them as they battle:1
Impale Burning Lasher:3

Alright, so Lieren will attempt to Slay both the beasts in a decisive attack against them as they do battle with eachother.

Writing the update now
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Who do you guys think Lieren will get along with the most? I don't know much about Omegaon & Alpharius, but I think he might get along with Perty and Vulcan.
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>>4580931
He’d probably sympathize a lot with Curze and Angron.
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>>4580935
How can we fix them? Curze started referring to himself as the Night Haunter somewhere around the time he got his legion, and Angron is perpetually angry. I do recall we had a discussion about Angron's problem last thread. It had something to do with half of his brain and cerebral spine being replace with the butchers nails?
How do we unfuck him? Aparent there were no advanced medicines stuff available or else he would of had that done already. That or GW is shit.
Should we dedicate some of our time and resources during the Crusade to try and find a cure?
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>>4580938
It would be better to spend time learning biokinesis and unfuck him with space magic.
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>>4580938
Unless we find some potent archeotech.
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>>4580943
What's biokenesis? Would we even have that?
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>>4580938
>Aparent there were no advanced medicines stuff available or else he would of had that done already.
Emps said that if he really wanted to, he could remove them, but that Angron was useful enough as is. Or something along those lines.

>>4580953
A specific psyker discipline. We haven't really showed any potential for active psychic powers, our truesight or whatever you want to call it is probably about as psychic as we're ever gonna get.
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>>4580962
>Emps said that if he really wanted to, he could remove them, but that Angron was useful enough as is. Or something along those lines.
That cheekie motherfucker. Well there's no reason why we can't try to heal him regardless. He would definitely be more useful alive than dead, and lets be honest. GW did Emps dirty by hitting him with the autism stick.

Do you think if we invested more heavily into the Monk route, we might show some psychic abilities?

>>4580923
Will we get space magics or is that spoilers information?
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>>4580964
>Will we get space magics or is that spoilers information?
I’d be disappointed it we didn’t considering how interested Tzeentch must be in Lieren.
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>>4580964
>GW did Emps dirty by hitting him with the autism stick
Yeah, it makes sense that he's a driven, uncompromising, conqueror, but GW turned that up to 11, much to my chagrin.
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However, despite the low cunning seemingly held by all magical beasts based on your encounters with three, and the fact they were all once men, they are utterly mindless outside of an instinctive drive for destruction. Animalistic, and cleverer than most beasts, but they always act foolishly, as if they are maddened or rabid. Doing things that seem simply insane from your perspective, even for a beast. A fog panther would never turn its attention away from its most foe, even when surrounded. Even the scavenging Jackals, know when they are outmatched. Mud mouth realized your might, yet attacked you still, when the instincts of a normal beast would have driven it to flee the moment it was injured or even when it knew you were stronger than it and intended to battle it still.

And it had once been a man, as had The Toad dragon, and Burning lasher from how it holds and balances its weight and the look of all to human glee in its eyes, which shined with sadism and cruelty, as if it could feed off suffering itself. Whatever had changed these creatures had so shattered their minds, it would seem. Even now, they ignored you to battle each other, snapping, clawing and stinging, as if destruction and death was the meaning of their very existences, rather than survival, as it was for all other beasts upon Shangrala. Mindlessly devouring, mindlessly destroying, mindlessly killing.

What a hellish existences these patchwork creatures must live, seemingly ageless, yet so lowered from their previous existence that even you yourself who can see them for what they once were, struggle to accept that they were once men. Whatever magic, curse or sorcery that did this to them, must be the foulest thing beneath the heavens. To so utterly change and ruin a human being into something that simply should not exist, that should not continue to live as twisted and broken as they are in body and mind.

But pondering the nature of these two beings, and what led them to take on their current form, is meaningless. You have grown both in height and strength since you did battle with the Toad Dragon, if another of its breed were to rise and emerge from the fog, you could slay it with far greater ease than the you did some four years ago. This is proven by the ease at which you crippled Mud mouth compared to the struggle required to injure the fallen lord of all rivers and mountains.

There's no reason to be cautious or to think further upon the existence or abilities of these monstrosities. The time has come, for them to wiped from Shangrala and cleansed from reality, as if they were a stain upon silk robes. No longer will they assail your senses with their corruption, no longer will their forms disgust your eyes, no longer will their stench sour the air.

By your observations, neither of these beasts pose much of a threat to you as you are now. Hefting up your Guandao, you act without further hesitation, stepping back to adopt a more proper stance, that of a thrower.
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>>4581000

Using your left arm as a guide, by holding the limb straight in the air in front of you, you pull your right arm back. Adjusting your grip, you focus upon the center of "Burning Lasher"'s torso. It may still resemble the body of a man, but it to has been twisted, strange organs and veins pulse beneath its leathery skin. But, no creature can survive having all its organs destroyed, no matter what their function may be for the lifeform.

Pink ichor and green drip down from two of its stinger tipped tongues, as it tries to stab them into the bulging neck of Mud mouth, both of them becoming entrapped by the slime coating its flesh. Mud mouth grasps blindly for its assailant, its tongue struggling to twist around to view it.

Stepping forward, you launch the giant guandao you wield as if it were a common spear. It cuts through the air, almost seeming to howl as its pole of steel bends and warps, like the way a fish's tail moves. Burning lasher has enough time to look up, realize and attempt to flee its rapidly approaching doom. However it cannot move with enough haste to escape the metal missile and prevent it from reaching it's target.

There's bone chilling gasp, a loud squishing sound like an overripe peach being crushed in the hand. And Burning Lasher vanishes from your sight, replaced by a fine mist of blood and the two abominable fluids that had so foully dribbled from its mouth and tongues. By time you blink again, there's a thud, followed by a crash, and then another. It seems there was enough momentum left in your weapon to carry burning lasher to the nearest tree large enough for it to collide into without simply being crushed beneath its weight. And said tree, was felled after your weapon crashed into it and most likely continued on its path, leaving whatever was left of burning lasher's body upon it.

Mud mouth struggles to raise its head, noticing the absence of burning lasher. And you see the confusion in its eye turn to mortal terror as it remembers in the haze of its panic, that another beast had been attacking it before. Right as you march up to it once again, luckily it seems the still living yet rotted arm of the Vishnu had fallen quite close to where Mud mouth emerged in its attempt to devour you.

It moves still, attempting to strike against its slayer still. You release whatever life had possessed the limb with a solid stomp of your foot, and retrieve the axe in one fluid motion. Testing its weight and durability with a few rapid swings, you grab grip the otherwise mighty stone axe in one hand. It should be able to endure at least five strikes before it loses all of its structural integrity and turns to dust and pebbles.

Mud Mouth launches one last impotent attack, more of a final struggle to survive than anything else. It of course fails, as it cannot turn its neck and head around quick enough to begin biting at you, especially since its body remains collapsed on the forest floor.
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>>4581002

Its remaining arm is simply unable to support its bulk any longer.

Its single, spite filled eye glares at you, as you begin to break the simple war axe against its neck, like it was the trunk of a great and ancient tree. First strike, breaks through its skin, slicing through fat and flesh alike as cracks form in the stone that makes up your tool. Second strike, deepens the wound as the cracks deepen and shards embed themselves in its quivering meat and twitching tendons. Third strike, you can barely call your tool and axe anymore, but a river of blood flows from the gash you've carved into the beast's neck. Forth strike, the wound is further deepened, you can see its spine and arteries now, as both of its mouths wail like a maiden tortured in the foulest manner.

Fifth and final strike, what's left of the axe has been shattered into the ruined flesh of Mudmouth, and the splinters that had once been its handle fall from your hands. You've severed its artery and spine with ease.

Mud mouth's hand claws and digs at the dirt as it hisses and chokes on its on blood.

You whistle, calling your trusted companion and steed back to your side, as vermin and insects begin to gather to feed upon the corpses of the two abominations slain by your hand.

What do you do now, Lieren?
> Form a massive funeral pyre for the two beasts and remove their taint from this world.
>Take a trophy from each, to present as proof of their death to the wild Vishnu, and find them
>Ponder how exactly a man becomes is transformed into such a foul existence.
> Leave a sign on a tree, written in both Vishnu and Yan, proclaiming the deaths of both the beasts at your hands
>write in?
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>>4581000
> You have grown both in height and strength since you did battle with the Toad Dragon, if another of its breed were to rise and emerge from the fog, you could slay it with far greater ease than the you did some four years ago. This is proven by the ease at which you crippled Mud mouth compared to the struggle required to injure the fallen lord of all rivers and mountains.
Well then.
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>>4581003
>> Form a massive funeral pyre for the two beasts and remove their taint from this world.
>>Take a trophy from each, to present as proof of their death to the wild Vishnu, and find them
>>Ponder how exactly a man becomes is transformed into such a foul existence.
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>>4580964
All primarchs have some level of space magic.
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>>4581008
You have to remember, Lieren has been active for just eight years at this point and he has certainly not been idle for any of those years
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>>4581010
supporting
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>>4581003
>> Form a massive funeral pyre for the two beasts and remove their taint from this world.
>>Take a trophy from each, to present as proof of their death to the wild Vishnu, and find them
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>>4581003
>> Form a massive funeral pyre for the two beasts and remove their taint from this world.
>>Ponder how exactly a man becomes is transformed into such a foul existence.
>> Leave a sign on a tree, written in both Vishnu and Yan, proclaiming the deaths of both the beasts at your hands
I was about to ask for all, but taking bits of chaoshit to keep is literally never good (unless you're Logan Grimnar).
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>>4581049
The parts we’ll take won’t have Chaos taint so you don’t have to worry.
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>>4581050
>implying there are parts of daemons without chaos in them
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>>4581053
We had this argument last time and Malal confirmed there won’t be. Also how do you expect Chaos to corrupt us when we can literally see it?
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>>4581000
>You have grown both in height and strength since you did battle with the Toad Dragon
HES A BIG BOY!

>>4581003
> Form a massive funeral pyre for the two beasts and remove their taint from this world.
>Take a trophy from each, to present as proof of their death to the wild Vishnu, and find them
Make sure to remove the surrounding trees so we dont cause a forest fire.
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>>4581056
>I saw the car coming officer, how did it hit me?
A zero-tolerance policy for all things chaos fits Lieren's character. He's humble, even if the chance of corruption is low, he'd consider the possibility of him lapsing into things.
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>>4581062
You misunderstand dumbass. Lieren can literally see if something will cause corruption or not otherwise he would have never been able to see that these daemons were former humans. He’s not going to do an action that will get him corrupted.
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>>4581062
>>4581068
I don't know about you guys, but the hopeful noble bright side of me hopes that the spirits of these dead corrupted humans are purified. Maybe they'll be in the world spirit thing of Shangrula if we preserve our home planet's ecological purity, or maybe the spirits of the dead guys will leave to the less shitty parts of the warp.
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>>4581068
None of the primarchs (with the exception of Lorgar) thought to themselves "Today I'm going to be corrupted by chaos. To do this I will need to do x, y, and z." Primarchs, for all their power, are incredibly fallible. Lieren, however, is aware that he is not perfect and that he has faults. Faults that every chaos god will do their damndest to exploit so they can have a competent lacky other than Horus. Having chaoshit in our possession makes that all the easier for them.
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>>4581073
Last time we killed a daemon we took a trophy from it and Malal confirmed that it wouldn’t cause Chaos corruption. Considering that he’s offering it as an option now (and the fact Lieren has an eye for Chaos bullshit) it likely won’t cause any problems.
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>>4581074
Are you dense? Your argument is completely unrelated to the topic at hand. Chaos corruption is a non-issue here and we can ask the QM to confirm for paraniod dumbass.
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>>4581079
>>4581082
>Last time we killed a daemon we took a trophy from it
Are you sure? I do remember that option being presented and an argument ensuing, but don't remember that option winning out.
>it likely won’t cause any problems
Malal runs 2nd Primarch Quest, not Uncorruptable God Quest. Nearly every quest I've played has an option or chance to be evil. You're getting ridiculously angry about being cautious around something referred to as the Primordial Annihilator, I suggest you go on a nice walk, perhaps make yourself some tea. Malal, if I really am a paranoid dumbass, please let me know.
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>>4581079
Honestly? I think the majority is cool with collecting all the trophies. If anything we'll lock em all up in some chest. When Super King Dad arrives and we eventually spend time with him mid warp jumps back to terra, we can bring up the topics of all the things we killed. If the Emperor is smarter than what GW made him out to be he'll eventually draw some conclusions to chaos. "A Tree eyes dragon? A big ham bird? A pink thing? Son you should burn your trophies."
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>>4581003
> Form a massive funeral pyre for the two beasts and remove their taint from this world.
>Take a trophy from each, to present as proof of their death to the wild Vishnu, and find them
>Ponder how exactly a man becomes is transformed into such a foul existence.
As before, we shall burn the trophies in front of the Vishnu, after we find them and show them the beasts are slain.
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>>4581084
We took the tail scythe thing as a trophy. It was the strongest thing to survive, and had the least amount of dankness to it.

Guys guys guys. So some of these demon things obvious exhibit traits from the Chaos Gods or otherwise. The dragon was a demon of Nurgle, but what about the mud mouth and lasher? Could they be from chaos undivided or do they belong to a specific demon? Think we'll encounter a demon or Corn?
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>>4581089
Actually we kept the last trophy if you back in the threads and check for yourself
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>>4581084
It did, but as people were cautious then , Lieren will be now
The option here is to the same thing he did then, Take a piece of the creature as proof it's died, show it to a group of people
Then cast it into the hottest fire he can produce and thoroughly clean himself.

Sorry if that wasn't clear, but as Lieren hasn't been shown to keep Parts or items of his kills (Outside of pelts, meat, and Cui Fu's horse and technically Dandan, Daiyu and Dai Niu if you want to stretch the definition a bit)
I figured that it'd be obvious that he wasn't going to hang onto their parts, especially as half of his thoughts while fighting them can be summed up as "BAD, WRONG, DISGUSTING, WRONG"

>>4581094
And tossed it into a fucking furnace once its use of "Hey, Toad dragon is actually dead" was fulfilled.
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>>4581084
Dude it’s not an engine of corruption that will instantly corrupt us. It’s some weak daemon that doesn’t even have enough warp juice to taint the world around much less us. Now if it was a greater daemon I’d start worrying, but then again Chaos is at it’s weakest point and losing power fast.
>>4581088
It would be a good way to get him to open up about since we’re so close to the truth and have hard proof.
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>>4581099
I thought we did but don’t remember reading it in that post.
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>>4581099
We burned it? Oh well I'm fine with us burning the hell out of everything once we show everyone the proof.
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>>4581110
I retrieved the exact line where Lieren did

>"I wouldn't call it temper, it is merely displeasure in having to wait to return to my work" You sigh heavily, shaking your head as you toss the bone blade with the rest of the furnaces fuel "A few more days until the lands of Gao are fully connected, while not a great time, is long enough for children to starve and who knows what set backs we'll encounter now, in our great labor together"
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Honestly killing a daemon, taking a trophy as proof, then public burning the trophy sounds like an initiation rite.
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>>4581119
Now that's something I can get behind. Perhaps for our 1st Company (presumably veterans)?
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>>4581119
this made me think up a funny scenario

>Months of shame somehow happens in this timeline as it did in canon
>Lieren's sons quickly rush to hide the fact practically every recruiting world of theirs know Daemons are a thing because they've been mimicking their primarch's deeds for so long
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>>4581084
>played has an option or chance to be evil.

Oh I have plans, don't worry.

But it'd be lame If I went "Hurrr you got blood on you from fuck huge monster #9? now you are dammed forever, join Logar in his sad bitch tower, hurr hurr hurrrr"
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>>4581128
there were some dm/gm that done that a few times.

those dm/gm where cunts and their quests died off after said deed was done (looking at you princess guard quest).
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>>4581049
Support.
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>>4581183
I dropped that quest when the QM effectively "killed" the original MC.

Fuck you Princess QM and your shitty CyberSpace Virus. I want my baby boy back.
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>>4581003
>Write-In
>> Form a massive funeral pyre for the two beasts and remove their taint from this world.
>>Take a trophy from each, to present as proof of their death to the wild Vishnu, and find them
>>Ponder how exactly a man becomes is transformed into such a foul existence.

Much like with the Toad Dragon, Lieren will take is usual caution for show the proof of his kills. Cut unique recognizable parts, purify them in fire and clean them in water for destroy the foulness and put them to an end of a long stick for keep some distance. After showing them to the tribes, the trophies will be destroyed.
Before this happen though Lieren will clean his body and equipment. And look around for the bones of that small party of brave hunters. They shall be put in a small shrine where they will be protected from weather and nature. This will honor their sacrifice and ensure they are remember in future history books, as well visited.
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You guys remember how the Vishu guys Lieren had to kill all were practically shirtless?
The fact that our boy is shirtless, but also going to present to remains of two legendary monsters to the Vishu Tribe will probably result in the mad lads worshipping the hell out of our chinese primo.
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>>4581000
>>4581002
>>4581003
>>> Form a massive funeral pyre for the two beasts and remove their taint from this world.
>>>Ponder how exactly a man becomes is transformed into such a foul existence.
no trophy of foul sorcerous mutated creatures. burn it all. If they believe us they believe us but no remains to do funky rituals or spells with them. All of the parts will be burned and turned to ash and cinders.
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>>4581308
See >>4581099
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>>4581003
I guess I’ll change to
>Take a trophy from each, to present as proof of their death to the wild Vishnu, and find them
Since some people can’t read.
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>>4581003
> Form a massive funeral pyre for the two beasts and remove their taint from this world.
>Take a trophy from each, to present as proof of their death to the wild Vishnu, and find them
Get back our weapon.
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>>4581363
Yeah, we should get our gunda back.
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Calling the vote now, so sorry for the wait. Been having trouble sleeping as Xmas nears, for some reason or another.

Funeral pyre:9
Take a trophy from each, and dispose of them after they've served their purpose: 7
Ponder how a person becomes one of these abominations: 5
Leave a sign for to tell of your victory: 2

Total votes 10

So Lieren will burn the bodies in a massive funeral pyre, take a trophy that remain, track down the vishnu while pondering how a person becomes such a monster and then once he has delivered the proof the two beasts are dead, burn the trophies as well.

Writing the update now
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But you do not saddle your horse as soon as it returns to your side and rest, rather, you work to ensure none of the filth embodied by the two slain monstrosities lain at your feet is not spread through the consumption of their flesh and thus imbuded into the very life blood of the forest and its littlest lives. You begin to gather fallen branches and smaller trees around the still form of mud mouth, before you begin to build a makeshift oven out of stones and wet clay just beneath the forest floor. Fortunately your battle with the massive beast had brought a ready supply of both to the surface, having torn them from the ground in its attempt to escape and through burrowing through the ground itself. It takes no time at all for you to build the beginnings of the primitive furnace that shall burn the two slain abominations to naught by ash and embers. It'd be better if you had a more proper furnace to burn them piece by piece with its roaring heat, but you must make do with what you have so deep in the depths of the wilds after all.

Pausing the construction of the oversized kiln for a few moments, you leave to find what remains of Burning Lasher, falling the path of fallen trees and splattered blood and ichor to the resting place of the smaller of the two magical beasts. It lays within a large crevice in a once mighty and towering tree, a crater formed by the impact of its tattered body against its trunk. It's limbs are twisted and mangled beyond recognition, little more than sacks of leather and fur containing torn and pulped flesh and blood. Already its body has discolored from a dark red to the hue that resembles an overripe plum's skin. It's entire body is a bruise, and just beneath the skin, splinters of bone and popped organs shift in a puddle of blood oozing from its many internal injuries. Its eyes stare blankly into the canopy above. Even in death, they look far too human to sit in such a monstrously deformed skull. What had happened to twist this man into this state, this appalling form? You clear your mind of such thoughts and drag the tree and the corpse embedded into it back the pyre you're building for it and its final prey.

And lay its makeshift coffin over the layer of dried tinder and undergrowth you've buried mudmouth beneath. And ill fitting tomb for any man, but neither of them were men anymore. The question remained burning in the corner of your mind, what was it that could so change a man, and twist and corrupt them so deeply that they degenerate into a form that is an affront not only to the senses but the natural order itself? You once again wash away the stray thought from your focus, but it stubbornly remains, continuously repeating the same question in clear hallways of your mind. How and why? What could possibly mutate a human being into something that can only be called abomination.

It'd be a lie to say such a mystery did not trouble you. It was an unsettling blank page in the book of your knowledge.
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>>4582062

It demanded an answer, you needed to know the answer. For how else would you avoid such a curse from befalling another man? Perhaps the next victim would be someone you hold dear to your heart? Or even yourself! But it was not the time to ponder and meditate on such grim possibilities and mysteries.

There was work to be done, and the chance that such a horrid affliction was spread through the flesh and fluids of such beasts could not be ignored. Perhaps it was a form of strange pathogen or virus, or a form of parasite that twisted the flesh and shattered the mind. Like rabies, but a thousand fold more dreadful. Without wasting anymore time, you gather more materials. More lumber, more stone, more clay, and build a great pyre beneath the dancing arms of ancient trees and the shadows they cast to the darkness below.

The makeshift furnace will serve two purposes, both of equal importance. The wall of stone and clay will foster a brighter and more intense flame, a perfect environment to reach the temperature necessary to burn away all but the most durable parts of both beasts. And the primitive oven shall also keep the flame bound in the pyre, and keep it from spreading and setting the whole forest ablaze.

You sit down, clearing the ground around the makeshift funeral pyre as the the embers slowly grow into flames, and only then do you allow your thoughts to wander.

This could no be a mundane disease or affliction. To wrought such great changes upon a body, it must be something outside of the ordinary. Sorcery? A curse of some kind? That would be a realm you know nothing of yet, and thus would the most troublesome of possibilities. Adjusting your legs and posture, you sit more upright, gazing into the fire blazing beneath the shell of stone and clay. It'd be a waste of time to reflect on a topic you have little knowledge of. It'd be more effective to think of the other possible causes of these so called Magical beasts. If it is a curse or some disease of the soul rather than flesh, then you have no way of understanding it without proper study. Study you could not seek until this war, at least, is done.

Even if it is the most likely cause, as you have read of and know of no parasite that can cause the host to turn to a mindless, bloodthirsty behemoth. It'd take a massive surplus of calories for the metamorphosis and a complicated connection between the host's very essence, deeper than any such creature can achieve. At least to your knowledge. The fact that the hormonal shifts and signals to building blocks of all life, the cells, which would be needed to even begin such a change could not be accomplished by such a simple life. They may be able to force a few lesser changes in the body and mind, but not such radically shifts of the anatomy.

So some unseen parasite has not twisted these people into the most horrible and dreadful breed of abominations. Which also rules out other diseases and invaders of the body.
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>>4582064

For they are an even simpler form of life.
The only other possibility that comes to your mind, that you have at least a vague understanding of and thus would be able to prevent or otherwise avoid further "Magical beasts" from being "Born". Is that they are exposed to some kind of energy or force. Not magical in nature, but by all rights it would seem to be sorcery to the eyes of the normal man. Something like Radiation, but instead of killing the cells it encourages them to grow and multiply rapidly, a form of mutation that occurs to a still living creature rather than through the ages along a bloodline or by sheer chance.

Perhaps a pollutant in the food or water supply, perhaps a mineral that exudes the energy, or even a device like the mechanical egg you hatched from that is powered by or produces such a force by design. A most unsettling thought. If the Primarch people could know such wonders as the device that birthed you in place of a womb and the images you saw upon its glass screen, then could they also hold the knowledge, the power, to turn man into beast.

You sigh and close your eyes, rubbing your chin as the heat of the pyre washes over you and dries the sweat rolling down your chest, evaporating it in but a few moments. It would be an unsettling revelation if your people, wherever they may be, had a hand in the creation of such foulness.

Though, such an energy by all means could be dubbed as magic or a curse. If it could cause the body to shift into such an animalistic form, a patchwork chimera of many beasts without rhyme or reason behind the mingling of features and the exact combination of parts that make up the composite monster's warped body, then it might as well be a spell, a curse unleashed upon an unsuspecting and undeserving victim.

It could be understood with study, but you'd have to find the source first. The cause. And thus risk your own exposure to the energy or force. Without being able to witness the transformation itself and its progress over time, you cannot properly comprehend how the change occurs and continues and thus gain a deeper insight into the nature of the magical beasts and their progenitor.

Which unfortunately means you are left as lost as you were before you began to meditate and ponder the true nature of these once men you slain three of now. Either it is sorcery, a curse laid upon the wicked or victims of some blackhearted scholar of the occult. Or it practically is a curse with how strange and bizarre the symptoms caused by whatever energy or force inflicts it, that could easily be mistaken as magic or might as well be for how it plays with the laws of life and nature, and twists the mind and body, and perhaps even soul.

But, this at least rules at the possibility it is a disease or parasite. So while the burning of the bodies is unnecessary, so long as the corpses do not a large enough quantity of whatever causes their transformation, be it a curse or unknown form of energy.
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>>4582065

But, for peace of mind, you shall continue burning any specimens changed into magical beasts to ash and cinder, to be certain their corruption does not spread further in their death.

Which reminds you, know must wash the filth from your own body, before you seek out the Vishnu and present to them proof of your victory.

"Come, my friend, let us bathe and forget these once living atrocities, the road ahead is long still, and we must rest and cleanse ourselves of this filth" You say softly, rising to your feet and turning away from the roaring fire, taking a moment to pat your companion on his flank before heading back to the stream to gather water with which to wash both of you clean.
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Somehow, the air seems cooler now that you've washed off and purified yourself. Sadly, as you waited for the flesh and bone of the two magical beasts to be rendered to ash, you discovered your Guandao had been irreparably damaged. While the steel could be reused, as could that of your discarded armor, once it was smelted down again, its current structure was too warp and bent to be repaired without weakening the metal greatly. And you would not go into battle with a fragile weapon.

Luckily, you always keep a few extra weapons in your luggage in preparation for such a thing. You choose a plain Jian, that would require two men to even lift or one strong man to raise up with both your hands, but in your hands it is light and easily swung. Testing the tightness of the leather wrapped upon its hilt, and finding it to be acceptably secured as a grip, you grab the reigns of Cui Fu's horse, and lead it forward as you begin to once follow the signs and tracks left behind by the Vishnu deeper into the Forest, knocking down trees to continue the rough path you had made.

Slung on the packs carried by the horse, were one half of the mandibles of Mud mouth, and hoof from Burning Lasher. Secured with rope and wrapped in cloth coated in wax, to ensure they do not harm your beloved steed by stabbing into its hide.
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Of course, the Vishnu would come to find you, you can see a few of their musclebound warriors, draped in tanned hide of those Mountain apes and Hell lizards that stalk the streams and rivers of these northern lands. They sit upon a hill, hiding behind trees and shadow, watching you and talking amongst themselves.

Despite clearly being able hunters and warriors judging from their scars and phsyique, they keep their distance, no doubt imagining you to be another Magical beast, a Giant who roars their home hungering for blood, flesh and bone.

Their dialect of Vishnu is rough, older than the one you have been tutored in and studied. But you can understand it. All they are saying, is telling the younger member of their hunting party to keep their distance, as they must first study the beast before they can learn to avoid or perhaps some distant year, slay it and be rid of it.
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>>4582067

"I am no beast!" You proclaim, the eldest of the group of five fainting as you speak in their tongue "I am Hunter, who has traveled from naught to find your people"
It is the first time you're speaking the Vishnu tongue, and you can tell it is rough in places and far to flowery in others. A marked improvement from when you first spoke the language of Yan, at the very least.

"Why do you seek our people, Oh Large hunter?" One of the younger men, with hair the color of red clay "You resemble no tribe we know and speak strangely, and are accompanied by a most strange creature"

"I wish to have knowledge of your people" You say, listening to the structure of their spoken sentences and applying the grammar to your own words as you speak "for we may be as friends in these troubling times, at least I would dream so, to prove my intentions are good and kind, I have slain two sorcerous beasts"

The men talk to each other for a moment, and you can read their lips from below the hill they lay upon. Some still seem to think you're a monster, others think you're a god of the forest, between the five, only one thinks you're a fellow man.

"Oh Large hunter, while you are quite large and intimidating, how do we know your tongue speaks true?!" the red haired envoy asks you, shouting as if you cannot hear him otherwise "And this is not some trap to feast upon our young and have knowledge of our women"

The eldest must've have presented that theory.

"I do not eat people, but as I can see that may be unbelievable to some of you, when I am judged based solely on my appearance!" You bellow back, shaking the trees around you as the nearly bare men listen closely, the youngest looking over his shoulder and looking as if he's about to bolt from just hearing you shout "I have brought pieces of my kills, if you would come down I would show them to you"

And then you must endure more arguing between the Vishnu as two of them argue that its a ploy to devour them and or steal their women, and two others are insulting and demeaning the eldest and youngest for holding such beliefs, and instead see you as a wandering god who could be enticed to give his favor to their tribe in their battle against the...Tiger people? The literal translation of the term is quite rough, so they must be referring to a neighboring and rival tribe.

Eventually they send the emissary, with the darkest skin and red hair, who had been speaking to you before, down the hill. He runs and hops down it, approaching your cautiously and staring up at you as he sees just how much you dwarf him and his fellows.

"The proof is in the bags upon my companion beast" You say, gritting your teeth and bowing your head in shame as you realize you do not yet know the Vishnu term for a trusted companion animal. The man nods, a white death mask painted over his face and bright green and blue streaks drawn over his chest, with red paint set in two great scars along his bare thighs.
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>>4582070

He tears the cloth sacks open with a dagger of obsidian and gasps, turning a few shades paler as he recognizes the contents of both.

"The Giant man speaks the truth! Earth Biter and Burning Lasher are no more! He has eaten even their bones!" He yells back, his lips stretching into a smile and revealing his teeth to be sharpened to points "All that remains are tiny parts! He has opened the south to us once more!"

The other four cheer, and the two who believe you to be divine in nature rush to your side, shouting things like "Sun eyed hunter has come!" "Father of woods will save us" and "Giant man has come from Nothing to aid us!"

The eldest keeps his distance, though his eyes are filled with the same awe as his compatriots, while the youngest stands before you, frozen as he looks you up and down.

"Brother from the depths, come come, you must see the rest of us" The bravest of them says "Aruna shall guide the way, time for great celebration is now! Large Hunter has blessed us with a great gift! There will be much celebration, and you may tell our people why you have chosen now of all times to come to lend a helping hand"


What do you do when you arrive in the village of these wild Vishnu, Lieren?
> Observe them at a distance, and find out what they are like as a people and if they are virtuous in character
>Ask Aruna to explain the Tiger people and why you are thought to be a god precisely
>Take the time to explain you are no god, just a blessed man who cannot stand seeing another man suffer
>Use their belief you are some kind of wandering spirit/ god to your advantage, and tell a story of devils in the coats of men
> write in?
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>>4582072
>Take the time to explain you are no god, just a blessed man who cannot stand seeing another man suffer
>Ask Aruna to explain the Tiger people and why you are thought to be a god precisely
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>>4582072
>Take the time to explain you are no god, just a blessed man who cannot stand seeing another man suffer
>Ask Aruna to explain the Tiger people and why you are thought to be a god precisely
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>>4582072
>>Ask Aruna to explain the Tiger people and why you are thought to be a god precisely
>>Take the time to explain you are no god, just a blessed man who cannot stand seeing another man suffer
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>>4582072
>Take the time to explain that we are just men
>ask about the tiger people (Maybe nobles?)
>Observe them for virtues.

Never assume that fellow men will always be virtuous
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So I basically just marathoned this quest, and I really really like it. Some of the writing is obviously rushed and the grammar isn't the best, but you have a great way of telling the story Malal. I can see how much fun you're having and I can honestly say I haven't seen a quest with this much potential in a long time.

The balance you strike between semi Wuxia, Shounen Anime and a Black Library novel really is great, your side characters have personality even with only a few lines, and you know how to make detestable villains. I think what really gets me is how Primarch like you've made Lieren while still making him a relatable character.

I don't know how many of you guys have read the Horus Heresy books or the newish primarch series of books that focuses on the primarchs and their legions, but Lieren really strikes me as very similar to the Lion. Having been originally raised by the wilderness and living amongst the monsters. Lieren though found a human connection much earlier on, the Lion spent his first /decade/ alone. For those who don't know, the Lion's homeworld of Caliban was infested with similar beasts to the ones we've slain, and the Lion killed a vast majority of them with his bare hands. The similarities are staggering but what really strikes me is the differences, because of his origin the Lion is very reserved and taciturn, brooding even. Lieren is none of those things because he found human connection early, he believes himself to be a man, and not simply the greatest beast in the forest.

He's also very similar to Lorgar, but Lorgar was... Abused and used by the man he trusted most, his father. Kor Pharon molded Lorgar into a tool to conquer his world, and then a weapon of the chaos gods. I suspect if 'ren had been found by one of the corrupt nobles he could've ended up like that, but he was lucky and adopted by a wise and old farmer.

The last similarity I see is with the Khan, the Khan is very, very philosophical. His personal philosophy is one of outward discovery and freedom, rather than cultivation of virtue and inward discovery. The open steppe and its clear sky versus the clouded and serene misty valley I suppose. The main difference we have with him as far as I can tell is that we.... Well shit honestly we're very similar to him except that he emotes far less, and is only slightly less poetic. I think we'd get along with him great.


tl;dr Great Quest QM I'm really glad I found it.
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>>4582072
Supporting >>4582088
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>>4582072
> Observe them while talking to them, and find out what they are like as a people and if they are virtuous in character
>Ask Aruna to explain the Tiger people and why you are thought to be a god precisely
>Take the time to explain you are no god, just a blessed man who cannot stand seeing another man suffer
>Explain to them our mission and that we would like their brave tribes to join us. In exchange we will help them in settling in a better land or if they prefer to live here to help them building better settlements in their home and connect them to our peoples ones.
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>>4582176
Support, either the tiger people are the Yan and they are willing to help or the they are another vishnu tribe that we need to unite to make the forest peacefull
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>>4582338
Or they are xenos.
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Calling the vote now. And Merry Christmas.

Take time to explain you are no god:7
Ask Aruna to explain the tiger people and why they think you're a god:7
Observe the tribe for virtue: 3
Explain to them your mission and offer them a better: 2

Alright, So Lieren will explain to the Vishnu tribe he is no god, but rather just a man, ask Aruna why they'd think he was a god and about the tiger people, while watching the tribe to judge how virtuous they during the conversation

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>>4582106
Thanks a lot. I'm really happy you're enjoying the quest so far. Really cheered me up to see your post, actually.

And yeah I will readily admit to not looking over what I write after I finish it. Also I've been meaning to start reading HH but, I have a lot of books and Xianxia webnovels on my backlog.

And I have to give props for your observations of the similarities between Lieren, The Lion, fucking Lorgar, and The Khan. One thing I love thinking about is How Lieren could react to meeting his brothers and the things that happen in the future, even if it is a long way off.

If I fuck up in the characterization of any of the primarchs, be sure to let me know, as I REALLY DO NOT WANT TO MAKE THAT KIND OF MISTAKE.
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>>4582749
I really suggest reading the Primarch Series, if you can find them as an e-book. It really helps with the personalities of the more taciturn or brooding primarchs like the Khan or the Lion
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Happy Sanguinala, everyone!
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>>4582829
mid-tier kek
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It is a collection of huts formed of dried hides, felled trees and dried clay. The only easily accessed resources in this hellish forest they inhabit, beset by overwhelming heat and hungering beast alike. All of them walk, dressed lightly, less than even the pleasure slaves that detestable worm Gao kept to entertain his guests. Yet in a manner they are purer, than the Yan that your kin and friend. They have no shame in their bodies, yet do not needlessly display or acknowledge the bareness of them. Though their dress is scandalous by your own values, it is quite clear that the Vishnu have no Taboo of showing their skin and exposing their flesh. Most of the tribe you have been lead to, wear little. A few scraps of leather tied together to preserve their dignity, even the women walk with their chest bare and painted with natural dyes and paints. Most of the designs adorning the adults of this small forest bound community taking the form of fauna, flowers and vines, painted with thick coats of the most colorful hues of paint one could create from the harvest of the forest's own bounty.

Their skin is dark, taking various hues of clay unfired or not. Tanned like leather, only a few of the younger children are lacking scars or the paint covering their elders. But all of them look upon you as if you were a great kind, dressed in the finest of jewels and silks. Young women approach you and reach for your arms before a mere glance scares them away. The five men you met surround you, escorting you into their village of huts and simple cottages. A fire roars, the scent of cooking meat washes over you, accompanied by the aroma of bitter herbs and peppers that would numb the palate and burn the tongue. You stop, as Aruna holds up his curved blade of iron, reforged several times judging from the clear purity of the metal.

"Hunter must remain on the edge of our home, until our chief knows of his presences and deeds" He says, you focus on picking out the words and understanding the structure with which he speaks so you can more clearly converse with and understand him and his kin.

"This one understands your command, and shall remain here until the leader of your people is alerted to his presences" You say, trying to not speak too stiltedly or too flamboyantly. Yet your voice seems to embolden the young women of the tribe, who have muscles comparable to some of your own dear companions from Nothing and even your guard force. They are not soft, as Yan women tend to be, it is clear they are Warriors in both spirit and body. And it is clear your own physique is attractive to them, judging from their expressions and body language. Both of which strike you as rather lurid. But understandable considering the strength that would be required to survive in the environment they live within. Seeing might and prowess as the height of attractiveness makes sense.
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>>4582869

Only the strong can survive in these woods, of course a mother would desire a strong and powerful father for their children.
But you ignore their advances and shameless flirting, for such things interest you little. Instead, you look past them and into the village proper as your five escorts walk into it. It'd be foolish to assume these people to be of virtuous heart and spirit simply because they greeted you warmly and kindly, once they realized you were not some slavering beast hunting them and their own.

Beside the seemingly wanton woman calling out to you and begging for your attention, parading their bodies and looks before you, the village as a whole does not seem sinful nor consumed by their desire. The children help the elderly work, processing the spoils of todays hunts, weaving together clothes and sheets of plant fiber hand and hand. There is no obvious indulgences among them, and all appear to be equal, but that may be out of a sense of practicality rather than denouncing such a life style. A fat man makes easy prey for a panther, and the glittering of gold and gems attracts the eyes of predators much more than bear flesh. The paint covering them must hold a spiritual or societal significance. None of them are corpulent or noticeably obese, and despite the attention their women are showering you with, they do not appear to be consumed by lust and desire.

But a lack of sin does not make a virtuous soul. While the do not indulge in needless excesses or hedonism, as the teaching of the Journey encourage denouncing such foolishness and moral degeneration, that is not enough to be truly virtuous by the definition you believe and teach with philosophy. While they are not consumed by base pleasure, they may not yet be virtuous according to your greatest work.

So, you intend to see if they have already began the Journey naturally. Such a happenstance would bolster the authenticity of your philosophy, if men naturally live lives that at least somewhat resemble the core tenets of The Journey you have started for so many others. It'd certainly lend an air of legitimacy to your teachings, however unlikely it'd be for these wild men to hold the same virtue that your Journey preaches by sheer coincidence. But still, you watch, closely and carefully, ignoring the fawning women and girls who have surrounded you and are now competing for attention none of them shall receive.

Are they kind, generous, and understanding? They certainly do not seem cruel to their kin, but have too little for you to know if they are generous. Understanding, can only be seen when they are exposed to other people or how their arguments and little scuffles amongst themselves playout. They also do not appear to abuse the land and its resources, judging from how they live, and none of them appear to be oppressed by the others.
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>>4582871

But, it is probable that the weak are simply allowed to die in this society, for you only see strong and healthy members within this tribe. Which presents the question. Does that count as accepting the inevitable death and fading of all things? or is it the same breed of cruelty that men like Cui Fu held as gospel.

Your pondering is interrupted by Aruna's return, smiling brightly as he and his four fellows lead a man of advanced aged with more scarred flesh than unblemished skin, his skin wrinkled and pull taught like old hide and ash white hair covering his face. Most of his skin is covered in dyes rarely found in nature, and painted in no pattern, but rather drawn over his numerous scars.

"Is this the god who has come to rid us of our most hated of neighbors? And bless us with bounty, as you said, young Aruna?" He asks, stretching his jaw and showing how few teeth he retains into the winter of his life.

Aruna moves as if to begin speaking, but you raise your hand, commanding silence and attention. The chieftain looks into your eyes, and unbowed and utterly unafraid. In his prime, he could have easily fought Jinhai or even Cui Fu as an equal, and perhaps even survived a duel against you for longer than a few moments.

"Honored elder" You say, speaking slowly to make sure you maintain your grasp on the pronunciation of the Vishnu tongue "I am no god, though I may not look it, I am simply a man blessed from birth, I am your equal, not higher or lower than yourself. But"

You lower you hand and cross your arms over each other and your chest, looking the old chief in his eyes as he tilts his head curiously, not taking offense with your words or disbelieving what you say.

"As a man, I cannot stomach watching my fellows suffer. That is the reason for my action, oh venerable elder" You say humbly, slowly bowing your head. The Chief laughs loudly, throwing his head back and clapping his hands together as the five scouts look at you strangely. A few of the women making up the flock that has surrounded you take their leave after hearing this statement, but most remain and a few more take the place of those who have grown disinterested in you after you refuted the claims of divinity laid upon you by the hunters.

"What a man you are, I'd be proud to have any of my sons reach the heights you have, oh great hunter" The old man cackles, his eyes filled with amusement "If a man you are, than you are above all men besides yourself, and near the gods themselves in your might. I can tell by the air around you"

He flashes a grin, his few teeth forming an almost predatory smile despite his great age.

"It reeks of blood and combat" He says, nodding his head harshly as Vishnu tend to do, the display making your own neck ache from simply watching it "these warriors told me you alone met and did battle against two of our eldest of foes, besides the Tiger people, and the pressure of your presence tells me they speak the truth. If you are not a god"
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>>4582872

He steps closer to you, never removing his eyes from yours, a feat few men have achieved.

"You are the very peak of the mountain all men must climb in their lives" He says, bowing his head and averting his gaze finally, leaning his weight against the smoothed branch he has been using as a walking stick "And that alone deserves a feast, even if you are not a god who has come to bless us and our children who follow after us, the fact you have slain those terrible beasts needs to be celebrated"

he laughs suddenly as he turns to address his tribe, which have now gathered closer towards you who stands at the outskirts of their home, curious and awed by the giant who now walks amongst them. The two hunters who proclaimed your divinity to begin with look at you strangely, as if confused by the fact you are but a man. The eldest and youngest take the revelation in stride it seems, though the boy does seem jealous of the attention you are receiving.

"To greet our savior and strange brother who has emerged from the trees themselves, we shall feast, sing and dance until the next morning, break out our finest drinks and dried meats, today we shall live as kings!" The chief bellows, smacking a fist against his bare and painted chest. And with that, the village comes alive, rushing to their huts to find gifts or tributes to give unto you.

And the young women who have been fawning over you practically sprint, no doubt to attempt to preen themselves in an attempt to draw your eyes. Aruna begins to slip away as the rest of his people begin to work or start to sing already, dancing around the roaring fire in the center of their home.

"Hunter?" He asks, trying to avoid your eyes but smiling happily beneath his rolling locks of dark red hair "Is there something I can do for you?"

"Answer a question that has been troubling me, if you could, Aruna" You say kindly, purposefully speaking to the man as if he were an old friend of yours

"Of course, you are from another land, it is obvious you are a little confused by the ways of my people" The muscled man said, wiping his head up and down as his chieftain had done a few mere moments before "And besides, you have slain two beasts who have devoured many of my peers and betters, it'd be foolish to refuse"

He kept smiling as he spoke.

"Why did your fellows think of me as a god?" You ask bluntly, your shadow falling over the warrior as he glanced towards your face for but a moment.

"Have you ever looked at your own reflection?" He asked, grinning still as he tilted his head and laughed "You have hair like the weapons our ancestors held, your eyes burn like the shy sun. You tower above all men, your shoulders are broad and you have hard, solid muscles. You are like a young girl's dream and a man's fantasy come alive, with skin like the moon's glow. The steps you take shake the earth and uproot trees and you are dressed in fur of a white panther and the same iron that we wield but more magnificent"
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>>4582873

He shook his head, and laughed again

"Brother from the trees, how could we not believe you to be a god or new more terrible beast? You look like a man, and walk like one, even speak like one, but you are built as a god" He says, pursing his lips together and craning his head up "I would have worshipped you, we all would have, for what else could you have been but a god. But"

He sighs and bows his head

"If you are a man, then I must simply work harder to become as you are" He laughs, pounding his fist against his bare chest again "Eh, brother? do you have any other questions for me, great hunter?"

"I guess that should have been an obvious answer, but I was curious about the intricacies of your culture" You say, rubbing your chin as Aruna looks at you strangely. No doubt you spoke far too poetically than you had intended to.

"Are all of the men as handsome and toned as you, from whereever you hail from?" Aruna asks, laughing through his teeth still "What a land it must be, to birth such giants"

"As I said, I was uniquely blessed, I am but a man, the others from the land I come from are of normal stature, I assure you" You chuckle, holding an open hand towards the warrior, who copies the gesture, trying be polite and observe what must think of as a foreigner's idea of manners

"But, I must ask" You say, clenching your hand into a fist "about the Tiger people I have heard mentioned around three times now, who are they"

Aruna's expression falls and turns savage, his lips turning to reveal his teeth as he snarls.

Unsheathing his curved blade, his eyes fill with a zealot's fury.

"They are the unwanted children of wanton women and pox ridden fathers, of beasts and men. They prey upon us, war against us, and steal our women. For generations they have commanded us, told us where to hunt and taken tribute from what is rightfully ours!" Aruna roars, shaking his head and his mane of dark red hair as he spoke "And then fought against us when they grew bored. They act as if they are our rulers, our masters one year and treat us as prey or rivals the next. They have been our enemies since we came to our home. They have no fields or orchards, they barely hunt, they simply take our kills or raid our stores. They are the lowest form of life and if you were to meet one you would do better to kill it before it spoke"

Well Aruna is certainly a spirited man, and one with deep running conviction. His views of the Tiger people may be skewed but it gives you an idea of what they are like, if his ravings are at all accurate.

"So they're a group of tyrants, men who take from others which they have no right to claim?" You ask, to confirm your suspicions that they are a form of nobility that formed their own caste or tribe away from the common warriors of the Vishnu who settled this inhospitable place so long ago.

"Men?" Aruna asks as if disgusted by the mere suggestion of an association between them and himself
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>>4582874

"They walk as men, but have hides of beasts, of tigers, their backs are covered in thick fur. Their hands are claws and their jaws are lined with fangs. they do not look like you or I, they walk as men, but are not. They are kin of panther and tiger. And for generations they have attempted to enslave my people or slaughter them, they are worst than the beasts you slew, for they can speak and act as men and speak lies and trick you. They are not men"

Oh, so Tiger people was not a rough translation of the name of their tribe or tribes they war against. But rather the actual translation for what they were, spoken plainly and without flair. A description of what they were, rather than their name.

A mingling of tiger and man. How depraved.

What do you do now, Lieren?
>Ask for more information about these half beast men, and try to figure out how they came to be
>Join in the feast and learn as much as you can of the ways of this tribe and their culture.
>Tell stories of your own to Aruna's tribe and that you are fighting against oppressors yourself
> Ask where these Tiger Men are and seek them out yourself, to see how true Aruna's words are yourself
>Write in?
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>>4582808
I'll try to check them out.

>>4582829
Happy Sanguinala to you to!
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>>4582876
>Ask for more information about these half beast men, and try to figure out how they came to be
> Ask where these Tiger Men are and seek them out yourself, to see how true Aruna's words are yourself
We're technically on a time crunch if we care at all about the war. The feast can wait for the next one if we have to kill the Tiger people.

This is quiet exciting. Could thes be genuine xenos, or a subtype of humans like those felinids?
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>>4582882
They read like kroot.

Anyway, I will support but add
>Tell the tribes tales of our land and the war we face.
Once they understand what we are doing in their forest, our intention to find if these tigers are tyrants will hold some more weight.

>>4582878
Merry Sanguinala.
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So I wonder if these tiger people can be a vassalized abhuman population, or they're chaos spawn/fucking crazy and need to be totally exterminated.

And wether Lieren will actually care to even attempt given his disgust with any twisting of the human form.
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>Ask for more information about these half beast men, and try to figure out how they came to be
>Join in the feast and learn as much as you can of the ways of this tribe and their culture.
>Tell stories of your own to Aruna's tribe and that you are fighting against oppressors yourself
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>>4582876
>Ask for more information about these half beast men, and try to figure out how they came to be
> Ask where these Tiger Men are and seek them out yourself, to see how true Aruna's words are yourself
>Tell the tribes tales of our land and the war we face.

They seem barbarian in nature. Beside that they are halfhumans like many beastmens in the imperium, they seem uncivilized and cruel. Alongside the mutation it s almost a death sentence for them .... diplomacy could be not an option for this creatures.


>>4582829
Happy sanguinala
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>>4582876
>>Join in the feast and learn as much as you can of the ways of this tribe and their culture.
>>Tell stories of your own to Aruna's tribe and that you are fighting against oppressors yourself
>> Ask where these Tiger Men are and seek them out yourself, to see how true Aruna's words are yourself

A night of feasting is a good way to recuperate before we seek out these "Tiger People".
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>>4582876
>Ask for more information about these half beast men, and try to figure out how they came to be
>Tell stories of your own to Aruna's tribe and that you are fighting against oppressors yourself
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>>4582876
>>Ask for more information about these half beast men, and try to figure out how they came to be
>>Join in the feast and learn as much as you can of the ways of this tribe and their culture.

>>4582906
Abhuman strains occurred, at least the majority of them, naturally, did they not? I'm curious to see if Lieren has the same visceral reaction of "wrongwrongwrongwrong" to natural mutation of the human form as well as warp-induced ones. I'd also like him to meet a blank, but one thing at a time.
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>>4582876
>Join in the feast and learn as much as you can of the ways of this tribe and their culture.
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>>4582876

>Ask for more information about these half beast men, and try to figure out how they came to be
> Ask where these Tiger Men are and seek them out yourself, to see how true Aruna's words are yourself

Happy Sanguinala anons
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>>4582876
>Ask for more information about these half beast men, and try to figure out how they came to be
>Join in the feast and learn as much as you can of the ways of this tribe and their culture.
>Tell stories of your own to Aruna's tribe and that you are fighting against oppressors yourself
The question now is whether they are abhuman or beastmen
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>>4582872
As a thing to note in regards to
>But, it is probable that the weak are simply allowed to die in this society, for you only see strong and healthy members within this tribe. Which presents the question. Does that count as accepting the inevitable death and fading of all things? or is it the same breed of cruelty that men like Cui Fu held as gospel.

Cui Fu had the easy option of aiding his people with no actual danger and didn't out of a foolish desire to breed strength through hardship.
Here, weak and frail people are a liability that is likely to get themselves or their tribe members killed. So the question is how are the liabilities dealt with?

Just out and out slitting their throats is without virtue, as is abandoning them to the jungle and seeing how long they last.
I'd say the only "virtuous" means of this going down is letting nature take it's course, the weak die when they die and if they don't, they are not weak enough to worry about.
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>>4583111
Survival is in the end earned not merely granted. Nature makes different demands of man than civilization does. All of Lieren’s teachings were meant for the civilization not primatives struggling to survive.
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>>4583138
While I recognise the truth of your words, we are trying to determine their virtue by our own standards, and the easiest way to determine between cruelty and necessity is how much of a chance the weak links get before being trimmed.

Dead at birth for looking "skinny" isn't much better than sadism, being banished because you can't keep up by the age of 10 or 20 is another kettle of fish.
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>>4583142
Our own standards do not serve, nor are "virtuous" for every situation. If Lieren understands that, he'll trutly acknowledge how he is flawed in some ways and how he can't use the same method or apply the same rules to everyone, becoming wiser in the process and also a much, MUCH better judge, philosopher, leader and overall a much better person.
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>>4583111
>>4583142
I think that Lieren would forgive (but not forget) cruelty and abuse born out of pure necessity. If keeping a weak and sickly baby alive will make another healthy one starve, the tribe would probably be justified in their decission of keeping only the strong. That said, this people (and all vishnu) have and obvious khornate influence deeply rooted into their culture, so we should make sure that they are shown that other ways of living exist and the virtues and flaws, the advantages and disadvantages of both their own society and Lieren's, then let them choose to which one they want to belong. Then if the ones that don't pick our society act violently and give us problems, we kill them all (shit, Lieren is trutly both a beast and a virtuous philosopher king).
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>>4583255
>>4583142
>>4583248
I think it would be a good idea to define “virtue” and explore when a virtue stop being such.
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>>4583068
If I remember correctly Beastmen were considered abhuman during the great crusade rather than the mutants they became after the Horus Heresy
They're as Abhuman as Ogryns are.
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Now that I think of it we might be dealing with Rakshasa and they might be sorcerers.
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>>4583274
I think that virtue being such an ample term when not defined and such a narrow one defined is going to be a mayor problem for Lieren's society if we don't solve it. Virtue varies between cultures and context. A human culture that has to face orks for centuries will value martial ability over most things. A culture that had a relatively "peaceful" history and had time to grow would vary a lot, but could possibly value mental faculties (intelligence, charisma, wisdom, etc). A culture that had to deal with a tyranid fleet are probably insane badasses that deserve a medal, and also values whatever helped them survive that mess. Lieren should explicitly tell that he doesn't fucking know what virtue trutly and fully is, as in the exact infallible definition if there is one, and that "virtue" it varies depending on the circumstances and the person, but that he has seen that certain qualities, if not taken to extremes, abused or overrelied on, can be considered virtues. He can also include in the journey that some grave sins and flaws in some specific and extreme cases are understandable if there was no other way to solve the issue and survive, and that cultures and people forced to do horrible things to survive that do not affect negatively the rest of mankind, and try to aim for the good of the majority of said affected population should be give some slack as long as such practices immediately and permanently stop once said circumstances improve to the point that taking extreme measures in no longer vital for survival.
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>>4583333
>that do not affect negatively the rest of mankind
With this I want to exclude chaos worship and treason from the list of "you had no other choice, so I understand and give you another chance" list. It's not perfect but it's much better than before.
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>>4583333
>>4583335
Virtue is apparently a “moral standard” but what is the purpose of such? Morals exist to help humans to work together, to survive, to better themselves and others, and so on.
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>>4582876
>Ask for more information about these half beast men, and try to figure out how they came to be
>Join in the feast and learn as much as you can of the ways of this tribe and their culture.
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Calling the vote now. Sorry for the day without an update

Ask for more information of these half beast men, and how they came to be: 9
Ask where the tiger men are and seek them out yourself: 5
Tell the tribe tales of your land and the war we face: 6
Join the feast and learn as much as you can about the tribe's culture. 6

total votes 11

Alright, So Lieren will ask more about the tiger men and how they came to be and where they may dwell , and during the feast tell stories of his adventures and the war he fights now.

Writing the update now
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"Is that so?" You ask, nodding your head along as the infuriated Vishnu clenches his hands into fists and slowly unfurls them, repeating the action thrice as if in an effort to calm his boiling rage, judging from his expression it doesn't help sooth the fire in his heart and soul. You nod again, wiping sweat from your face afterwards. Aruna tries to force himself to smile, so as not to upset his tribe's most honored guest and the slayer of two great beasts, but with his teeth sharpened into crude fangs it looks more like a challenging snarl than a comforting smile.

"Is that so?" You say again, tilting your head and leaning closer to the scar and paint covered warrior, a shiver runs through him as if he had been shocked, his eyes widening and his muscles tensing as you grow closer to him. The work of his killer's instinct, sensing how grave of a threat you could pose to him and his people if you so chose to be, or if it became necessary for you to be. Even if you are talking cordially and calmly now, like all true warriors you've met, he can sense that at a moment, the serene mien can shatter and you could take his head in the time it took him to blink with his eyes.

"Yes, they are not men, they may walk as you and I do, at a distance or covered in fur they may even appear as men, but it is obvious they are not. Their blood, which once burned with the same fire as my people, has been corrupted and now runs as cold as ice. They are a cruel breed, and of tainted stock" Aruna says, snarling and shaking his mane of hair around again "And to merely speak of them sours my tongue, you must understand the hatred that flows through my veins, Hunter from nowhere"

You listen, flicking sweat from your fingers and clearing grim from beneath your nails, but being sure to keep your gaze on Aruna, so he does not think you to be ignoring him or lacking the understanding to comprehend his words. Each sentence that is spoken by him deepens your understanding of his tongue, as does the shouts and excited conversations of the village working to prepare a feast on such short notice.

"I do, for I have felt such hatred myself to be truthful, but I am curious of these creatures" You say as Aruna glances over his shoulder, grinding his teeth as he looks for anyone else who can answer your questions, but alas all of his fellows are hard at work preparing for the celebration. He is trapped. And he knows it.

"How to best kill them?" He asks hopefully, smiling and barring his teeth once again, but his eyes look nervous. Since he knows and fears that you will ask everything but that, specifically.

"I am sure I could figure that out myself" You say, returning his smile exactly as he does, to make him feel more at ease and less awkward speaking to the strange pale giant who had marched into his home so boldly
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>>4584284

"No, rather I am curious of their origin, how they came to be, and their ways. You've said they at times seek to enslave you and at times seek to simply erase your people, why is that?"

Aruna shrugs.

"How am I supposed to know the mind of a beast? Sometimes they steal our children and women, sometimes they simply kill them, sometimes they avoid our hunters, other times they seek to devour them" He says through his teeth, eyes half closed as he crosses his arms over his chest "At times they have spoken to us, at times they refuse to. One year they will be cowardly and meek, the next bold and ruthless. Our ancestral enemy is not"

He pauses, flicking his tongue out and licking his teeth as he thinks of the word to use next, so you can understand what he means.

"Predictable?" He ventures, raising an eye brow and grinning as you nod to show you understand. And you do, more than he does. The seemingly capacious nature of these Tiger men could be caused by a change of leadership. If the men of Aruna's tribe and the others who share these woods as home treat these beastly men as their mortal foe, it'd explain their varying hostility. Which could simply be caused by an inborn sadism or the changes in their needs. But if these tiger men do think like a man, which isn't guaranteed, but if they do then it'd be logical for a change in leadership as their fortunes and position in power among these wild tribes shift and change.

A time of peace, ends when a party of young "men" is attacked, a time of war ends as a bloodthirsty leader is ousted from power by those who have grown tired of conflict. An Endless cycle, perpetuated by both sides of the conflict. To a man who views them as simple beasts who walk as men, this would not be obvious. But this would rely upon them having the hearts and minds of men despite their twisted forms.

"Well how have they acted recently, if such a thing can be asked, what crimes have they committed against your people?" You question, raising a finger and causing Aruna to growl in frustration.

"You enjoy seeing me upset, don't you?" He asks, slouching his shoulders before groaning loudly and throwing his head back "Fine, I shall attempt to repeat the foul deeds of these monsters, forgive me if I fall to my rage as I do so"

"They devoured the heart of noble Chanda, stole the beauties Nalina and Maya from their homes, Sought to incite conflict between us and the men of the rivers" Aruna says, his anger growing with every word that leaves his lips "Mangled Lalit who sought to save his sister from their filthy claws, tore the tongue of Manu from his head as he was wandering the woods and have stolen our game. Since the heat has returned, these are the crimes they have committed against us, the first, but the prior year they had done far fouler"

"So they haven't attacked your home directly yet?" You ask curiously as Aruna grinds his teeth and nods
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>>4584286

"They have burnt our little brother's from their homes and attacked our sworn swords, but not the heart of our people, no" Aruna says, bowing his head, his tone low and grim

"Though I fear they will strike us if we allow them to continue their cruel ways unpunished"

You sigh and clap your hands together

"I have but one question for you now, Aruna" You say kindly, speaking gently in a bid to calm his anger before he does something foolish like charge off with his peers and launch a preemptive strike against the tiger men "How were these Tiger men brought into this world? And where do they make their home now?"

Aruna glances up at you, his eyes burning with righteous wrath behind the death mask painted over his face.

"Your people must live some distance from us, to need to ask such a thing" He says, almost amused before his voice turns cold as he tells the tale of his people "The Elders tell us, that once they were like we are, the same as us, Men. Men with gilded blood and noble names, who led our ancestors to claim riches and glory in this land, to take its people as slaves and be immortalized in victory"

"How long ago was this?" You ask, sitting down as some of the children of the village begin to creep towards you and Aruna, playing a game of who can get closest to you before running back to their friends and mothers

"May generations, we could never find our way back" Aruna sighs sadly, sorrow written plainly across his face "We should have lived as kings, the children of legends. But because those men who are no longer men were tricked by a cunning fox, we have been lost in this hellish place. Away from our homeland away from the softer lands outside of it. We have not been able to leave or find our way out. It is like a curse"

That lines up with the history told to you by the people that live around this dense and overgrown forest. A Yan Prince led the Vishnu into attacking through these woods, and they never left. No doubt because of how terrible its prior inhabitants were and the hostile conditions within. Though you had heard tales from the elderly from those villages within Dai's northern reaches, of night time raids and women taken from their homes. It is odd that Aruna speaks as though his people have no knowledge of how to escape the forest. Another tribe perhaps? The Tiger Men? or a cultural taboo that has arisen in but two generations? Perhaps the stories were simple stories, meant to scare children into obedience and away from this dangerous place.

"But, those men, dressed in fine clothes stained with the blood of their foes, abandoned my people, left them to die in the depths of this place and sought to escape, taking with them the treasures of our ancestors and the finest weapons they held" He says, smacking the sword held in place by his belt of old leather "Mine is one taken from their lesser hunters, Iron, but I have seen hunters and warriors wearing the same kind of metal as you do"
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>>4584288

"And they eventually degenerated into what they are today, through some means? You said they are kin of panthers and tigers. Did they somehow lay with those beasts?" You question, speaking quickly as you turn around as see a little boy dressed in only a fresh hide of a swine reaching to poke your back with a sharpened stick. The sight of your eyes sends him running away, shouting as if he's afraid you'll lumber after him to catch him. How amusing.

"Tch, I've heard they do now, but that is not how their misbegotten kind came to be. The Elders say, one night, as those of golden blood, having been lessened and thinned to merely eight, they heard a voice deeper in the woods, promising them a paradise upon earth, if they would only" Aruna says, children now sitting at a distance around you two to hear the story themselves. He trails off and winces as if what they did is painful for him to tell.

"Well the stories aren't clear, some say they had to slay and devour each other, and that is how the first of them came to curse the world, others say it was tigers they had to devour. Some say there was no voice, and they simply found a cave cursed by an old spirit which turned them into what they are today" Aruna says, shrugging his shoulders "Our current chief, Elder Jayesh, says it is simply that they lived too brutishly and wild to remain as men. Other's say our ancestors cursed them for damning us to this existence"

"Which story do you believe then?" You ask, the children perking up as the scent of cooking spices and roasting meat fills the air

"I believe them to be devils, but if I have to admit they were once men. The cave changed them, for they still live within and around those caves along the mountains and hills that run through this land" Aruna says with a shake of his head and hair "most believe Jayesh's words or the one who ruled before him Vipul, who was made outcast from the village years before my birth"

"You should not be speaking of such things Aruna, those who have, find the same fate as Vipul" Jayesh, the old man covered in painted scars hisses "His crimes were worse than the Tigers kin, his name is outlawed, Apologize to our guest for filling his ears with such filth"

Aruna bares his teeth and sighs, turning to your and holding out his wrists.

"I spoke without thinking, if it would please you I shall preform...how many labors again?" Aruna asks with a playful smile, clearly feigning ignorance to upset Jayesh and amuse the children.

"I'd have that tongue of yours pulled out for lying, boy" Jayesh says, snarling and raising his walking stick towards the warrior who laughs at the threat "And you, hunter who came from nowhere, I would have you sit besides me and mine during the feast, away from lying tongues like Aruna's"

"We're friends though, and it was just a joke, Elder" Aruna says with a nervous smile, like a hound that knows it is about to be scolded
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>>4584291

"Honesty is nothing to joke about, split your tongue to remember that truth" Jayesh says, sticking out his own tongue as he smacks his cane against the log Aruna had sat down upon. He then sighed and looked up to you and directly into your eyes.

"Come friend, sit and relax, you must have traveled far to reach us, and it is the only way I can apologize for this fool's tasteless joking and speaking of curse names, let music and song wash that filth from your ears" He says kindly and happily, the anger washing away from his voice as he speaks to you "And be entertained with properly told stories"
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You had been watching the Vishnu feast for sometime, to try and better understand their society and ways. And it is quite clear how different they are from the Yan. They have no manners in eating, nor shame. They tear into their food like they were starving. They play and fight in the middle of the meal, brawling over choice cuts of meat and laughing all the while. They are loud and somewhat obnoxious, singing loudly and openly belching. Some stop eating to dance, others leap over fires and guzzle down drinks afterwards. There is no order, they are not served, but rather take what they wish from a large communal table. And will beat, push or even toss those in the way of what they want. Though their is a sort of pack like hierarchy, as the young and unscarred of the tribe allows those with more paint and healed wounds get their food first. Though that could be more out of a desire not to get struck for getting in their way more than any tradition.

It all strikes you as rather barbaric, even cruel. But you can understand it, they live in a harsh and dangerous climate. The strong survive, the weak do not. as nature dictates. They are not in a civilized state, as all men you have met before. Though, you can not help but feel sorry for the smaller children and the elderly, who can barely get anything but scraps and bone. Which is why you use your massive body and intimidating aura to ensure they will get something to eat, it may go against the way of the Vishnu. But a child crying alone has always been something you could not stand.

You simply grab armfuls of fruit and cuts of dried meat unopposed, except for one man who began to call you things like Pig and glutton. So you silenced him with a quick pinch to a nerve in his neck, sending him crumpling to the ground in agony. Then as you head back to were Jayesh and his wives seated, you "accidentally" Drop most of the food you carried away from the table. Near the old men and children who could not fight for their own meals. It may prolong their suffering, or give them the chance to earn the strength these people need to survive. But you cannot, as a man raised by your father, stand to see the young or old go hungry.
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>>4584292

"Soft heart" Jayesh says the moment you sit down with a few fruits and dried pieces of meat and fat, all you need to attain the necessary amount of calories considering your earlier exercises. He doesn't seem upset, more amused by your actions than anything

"You are strong, yet you give to the weak, the ones who will not survive by their own power" He says, laughing more out of confusion than amusement "I thought you merely had an appetite to match your size but then my old eyes see you, walking over and leaving it for others"

You test the texture of an odd peach like fruit that has hard flesh and taught green skin as he speaks, eyes glancing over the feast before you. Certainly, the Vishnu are not being cruel to be cruel. Their way of fighting over food like starving dogs is to foster strength and ensure the strong are fed. And none of them seem upset by this way of life. A man who had just been brutalized by another sits next to him drinking and laughing happily. A woman who knocked the teeth out of a man for taking an apple and got thrown to the ground in return now sits in his arms, singing a gentle song to him. It's a bizarre way of life and one that is alien to you. But they are not like Cui Fu was, who forced others to live harsh lives, they simply live in a harsh land where food is scarce and danger plenty.

"It is odd to me, who has had to fight for his every meal, to see such a thing. A custom of your people?" Jayesh asks, eating an overly spiced stew of boiled meats and root vegetables "If so, how have you grown so strong. So strong as to slay not one, but two god beasts? Are you kind because you are so mighty, that none can stop you from acting in such a way? or are you mighty because you are kind and have had to work and fight ten times as hard to feed even the sickly and soon to die"

"I come from a starving land" You explain as Jayesh wipes some of the numbing pepper sauce from his chin, cleaning his fingers in a bowl of water afterwards "to me, keeping another from eating would be considering...cruel in a manner, or greedy"

The chieftain does not speak, but merely waits for you to answer the questions running through his minds himself.

"But I can see the question in your eyes, we are starving too, the land does not give food easily and the beasts we hunt devour men, so why are you different" You say, turning your eyes to the elderly warrior "And that is because my people were starved when there was much food, food that could be stored or shared, and I knew how to make more. It was hoarded away and wasted in feasts that could have fed a countryside"

"Why didn't you just take it then? if you needed it and it was wasted elsewhere, and you are so mighty, why was it wasted so frivolously?" Jayesh asks as you bite into the fruit, a bitter and sour flavor washing over your tongue as you chew on its bright orange flesh "Surely there isn't a need for celebration so often in starving lands?"

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>>4584293

"Because, my people live in a different manner, men have power because of their blood or the titles given unto them" You explain, taking another bite of the fruit and trying to grow accustomed to its foul taste "And the men in powers were fools, hedonists, sadists, who delighted in suffering of those who toiled beneath them"

The brawling and festivities stop, as the tribe realizes you are speaking and are now listening rather than celebrating the slaying of two of their oldest of foes.

"Why weren't they killed, all of my people would drive a blade into my heart if I grew so greedy as take what I could not hold, and then threw it into the dirt" Jayesh says, stuffing his mouth with a few ripe berries as he spoke, and chewed them as he spoke. A most disgusting display.

"It had been that way for generations, until I was" You say, not certain if born is the right word for how you came to be, but its the closest you have "Born, to a village so poor they were starving and were being worked to death. A sight that enraged me deeply, disgusted me"

"So you killed the fools who ruled over them?!" Aruna shouts from across the village beneath the trees, past fires and tables covered in food

"Eventually I did, but I was but one man, they could muster armies from all the lands, arm farmers with promises of food and simple weapons, force me to battle against my own people while their elites sat, armed and armored with the finest weapons and armor my people could craft" You explain, raising your pressed hands up into the air "And I could not easily take power or gain it, so I had to endure working beneath the wasteful man, Gao, until I had allies who believed in my dream and wished to see it made real, and had gathered wealth and resources to wage war"

"And then you took your food back and became the lord yourself?" Jayesh asks curiously, entertained by your simple story.

"No I had found ways to make more food, enough that all the people of my lands, from the weakest to the strongest, could be fed and endure the harsh seasons. I tamed the wilds and made it safe to travel through them, I brought inventions and wonders to the lands, and slew many of Gao's supporters, who gave him much of his power. I gathered talented, wise and strong men to my side over around six or seven years" You explain further, as the old man nods, rubbing his hands together before grabbing a flat piece of bread.

"And after all that time, you had enough power and supporters to become the new leader of these lands outside of this hellish place?" He asks, offering you a piece of the bread hesitatingly, as if to make you feel more comfortable and at home by mimicking your own generosity in a small way "Why weren't you the leader already? You said you found ways to make more food, enough that even with thieves stealing it from you, all men were fed. That would have made you the head of a tribe here, even outside of the First"
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>>4584298

"It is not so simple, the land was fractured and it took time to ensure such bounty could be sustained, before then I relied on trade between villages and my own wealth to keep as many as I could fed. I worked to connect the lands and make them prosperous, and many obstacles stood in my way, but If I could accomplish this, by building a road through the lands" You say as Jayesh nods along

"This story is getting interesting" he mutters, almost enchanted by your explanation of why you couldn't just kill Gao and be done with it

"Then I would earn the respect and loyalty of great men and women" You continue on despite the interruption "And after weakening my foe and arming my own forces with the most deadly of weapons, I was ready to declare war against Gao's masters"

"So he was not the king?" A woman calls out, she is missing an eye and has a dreadful scar across her waist, in the shape of two claw marks.

"He was but a pawn, and all my preparing, all my work and toil, would be for naught if the people who lived beneath him were not ready to defend what I had given them, what they had earned through following my lessons and teachings" You say, specifically choosing that phrasing as it would endear these men who live such brutal lives to your own people, a tale of struggle and triumph should resonate even across the obvious barrier between your two cultures "Against the rest of Gao's fellows and his own master. I had to strike at the right time, and only after he had been weakened and could not lie about me and turn the people I wished to save against me"

Jayesh smashes his cup into the table, reacting as you expected to the mention of lies, considering his cultural distaste for them. A roar rises from the crowd, bellowing insults at a man they have only just heard of, to separate themselves from this liar in your stories.

"As he had done before! Many times! he thought my words were deception, that I desired power when all I wanted was to feed my fellow man, to come to their aid!" You yell, inciting the tribe to further heights of disgust and rage "He turned against his underlings for the smallest of slights, and tortured his own sons, taking their manhood and disfiguring his wives. He grew fat despite not working a day of his life! I had to kill this man, it was like a slow poison serving him, even if it was for a good cause! and his masters are worse! they call me demon! Monster! claim I eat children and defile women and men alike! that I am corrupted soul who seeks to bring harm to his fellow man, that I use sorcery to achieve my feats and earn the loyalty of my followers. Because they couldn't do it themselves!"

Jayesh suddenly screams in rage, barring his teeth and standing from his seat.
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>>4584299

"HOW DARE THEY! HOW DARE THEY! You earned your power and position and they seek to take it from you, lie about your deeds!" He yells, clearly somewhat drunk at the moment judging by the redness of his cheeks. Which may explain why he is so insulted on your behalf, despite meeting you today "How dare they! to be so cowardly to attempt to weaken a rival by rotting their own tongues! and too accuse you of sorcery! because they were so lesser than you that they could not imagine the heights you have reached by your own strength and genius!"

"It has turned men who would follow me and aid me into enemies, such is the fear they spread with their lies, they have killed those who know me, for telling the truth of me" You say, causing Jayesh to clench his jaw so tightly his gums begin to bleed as you speak "They insult my comrades, my brothers and sisters in arms, and sought to invade the lands I have worked so hard to make prosperous and take what I and others have achieved"

"Why are you not slaying them! Why are you here!?" Jayesh bellows furiously, slapping his hand on the table "They deserve to be gutted and left to be devoured by rodents and vermin!"

"I am traveling to reach one of them, who hides behind your home, using it as a shield" You say, having gained enough understanding of these people to know how to ignite their fury and passions

"SON OF A WHORE!" Aruna yells alongside several other men and women

"And we are keeping your from your retribution?!" Jayesh wheezes, veins bulging along his arms and neck as he shrieks, as if disgusted by himself from keeping you from enacting bloody revenge against your foes for but a moment longer

How do you respond, Lieren?
> It would have been rude of me to deny the invitation, oh mighty Jayesh
> As I said when we met, I cannot stand by while other men suffer, I will aid you as I have aided so many others. Upon my tongue, I swear not one of your people will need to starve so another may live
>I knew you lived in this place, and thought we could be friends. After all, we are both fighting against a cruel enemy, are we not.
>Yes, and the men I am fighting are the foxes who tricked your ancestors to live in such harsh conditions!
> Write in

Extra thick update to make up for missing a day
Hope you all had a merry Sanguinala
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>>4584301
>> It would have been rude of me to deny the invitation, oh mighty Jayesh
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>>4584301
> It would have been rude of me to deny the invitation, oh mighty Jayesh
> The more I learn of this forest and your people, the closer I come to retribution my friend. I could only move so fast through unknown lands you see.
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>>4584301
>> As I said when we met, I cannot stand by while other men suffer, I will aid you as I have aided so many others. Upon my tongue, I swear not one of your people will need to starve so another may live
>>Yes, and the men I am fighting are the foxes who tricked your ancestors to live in such harsh conditions!
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>>4584347
Supporting
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>>4584347
Support
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>>4584301
>It would have been Rude to deny your invitation
>I have come to to aid you, as I have others, if you wish it.
>The masters I face are the foxes that tricked you into such harsh conditions.

So by aid, I take it we are offering them a way out of the forest? Or are we promising to help them tame the forest?
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>>4584418
Support
I think they magically can't leave, I think we gotta kill the tiger people if we want them to join us. I'm also interested in these caves.
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>>4584418
>So by aid, I take it we are offering them a way out of the forest? Or are we promising to help them tame the forest?
Why not both? Lieren's great road can do all that and more for this tribe.
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> It would have been rude of me to deny the invitation, oh mighty Jayesh
"I am on my way to face cowards and snakes, to meet people such as you only steels my will and fill my heart knowing the have not tainted the whole region"
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>>4584301
>> As I said when we met, I cannot stand by while other men suffer, I will aid you as I have aided so many others. Upon my tongue, I swear not one of your people will need to starve so another may live
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>>4584301
> As I said when we met, I cannot stand by while other men suffer, I will aid you as I have aided so many others. Upon my tongue, I swear not one of your people will need to starve so another may live
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>>4584418
Supporting this
We'll either have to kill these tiger people, or make peace with them.
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>>4584301
>It would have been Rude to deny your invitation
>I have come to to aid you, as I have others, if you wish it.
>The masters I face are the foxes that tricked you into such harsh conditions.
> The more I learn of this forest and your people, the closer I come to retribution my friend. I could only move so fast through unknown lands you see.
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>>4584347
support
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So what's the plan after we overthrow the Yan empire? Weather we like it or not, someone has to rule the whole thing. That, or we could make it a kind of council thing there a group of people decide what's best for the majority. Anyone got any governmental system ideas?

Inaddition to the governance of Shangrula, how will we start to advance the technological level of this planet? Will we go hard and fast? Slow and stead? Will we do our best to maintain the planet's health and keep polution to a minimum?
>solar, wind turbines, thermal power plants, dams, aqua-pumps, etc.

Does this planet have a world spirit? I think there were theories of Fenris having one after all the exodites were killed off and replaced with man, and the infinity circuit on Fenris forgetting what it originally was. On the chance that Shangrula did have some remanence of a World Spirit, what should we do about it?
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>>4585230
We are going to rule, this was never in question. We are the first among equals and that's about the end of it no matter how we pretty it up, but what we do plan to do [at least as far as I got] was make sure that we go through and cut out everybody who wasn't being a virtuous son of a bitch from positions of power before replacing the scratched noble families with others who had proved their worth in a meritocracy.

Once we control Yan, we can start spreading the giants road across all of Yan and rolling out education systems and our farming techniques to make shit better, then start our expanse into the rest of the world.

Technologically, I'm inclined to say keep our advances as eco-friendly as possible, given our philosophy demands that we preserve the enviroment. So no fossil fuels and take pains to make things as low pollution as possible. I think Electric trains would be a good thing to get up and running for quicker travel.

World spirit is immensely unlikely.
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>>4585241
>So no fossil fuels and take pains to make things as low pollution as possible
Fossil fuels generally aren’t a problem.
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>>4585244
The mining practices it leads itself to, as well as the fact that once you burn through the supply that's your lot, however is.
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>>4585230
Replacing the noble families entirely seems like it might be a bit drastic. Ensuring a greater amount of social mobility is be good, but replacing the existing nobility with travelers of our Journey I think will work a bit more in our favor. Our closest allies, noble or otherwise, the Chosen of Lieren, for want of a better phrase, will always be held in a higher regard and they will undoubtedly raise their children to undertake the Journey themselves. They can rule as we would and take some of the burden of governing from us so we can focus on further uplift and invention. In the rare case that they stray from it, we can fix it, hopefully diplomatically. Though I don't think we need to worry about that, we're inhumanly charismatic.

The Journey and our Buddhist inclinations make me think green energy is our future jam, geothermal, solar, and wind strike me as things that would appeal to us. Dams are good, I just fear for the Three Gorges comparisons. Fusion is good on paper and I have no doubt we could bring the risk down to near-zero, but human and chaos-induced human error is probably something to watch for. As an aside, I want massive reservations for wildlife, I think Lieren would enjoy them.

I haven't picked up on any hints of an existing world spirit, but how Lieren would react to one would be horribly fascinating. He'd probably try to free them from Slaanesh or make bodies for them. Might not truly realize what they are though.
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>>4585245
The planet itself produces oil through abiotic processes. This shit is easy to learn about if you actually read scientific studies.
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>>4585250
>geothermal, solar, and wind
Anon, renewable energy is a meme for retards that don’t understand energy production. Solar and wind are more destructive to the environment than fossil fuels on top of being cost inefficient.
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>>4585263
Anon, this is a quest about a giant space-demigod with godvision and potential reality-warping powers. I'm thoroughly unconcerned with realism. Even running under the assumption that you are right and that Big Oil et al hasn't stooped so low to pay people to shill on bosnian leafmulching forums, Lieren powering his planet with nature strikes me as thematically appropriate.
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>>4585271
I've got the best idea, we rig up our road to pick up the impacts of peoples feet, and turn that into electreicity.

The entire planet is powered by people undertaking a journey. Beat that for thermatics
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>>4585271
> Lieren powering his planet with nature strikes me as thematically appropriate.
Except that’s not how solar or wind works (nor would either be actually effective on this planet). You’d be better off running everything through charcoal in woodburning stoves to power everything (which is possible) and planting trees. Whereas wind requires the destruction of nature by design and solar requires industrial processes that generates more pollution than burning fossil fuels to create fragile solar panels that will only last a few years before they need to be replaced.
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>>4585276
>Except that’s not how solar or wind works
see
>I'm thoroughly unconcerned with realism.

>>4585274
I dig it, that seems like something he'd like.
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Wait how do lasgun power packs even work? They seem to be able to turn anything into a power source according what I know about them and efficient fusion power is a thing in this setting, why are we wasting our time discussing inferior energy sources?
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>>4585281
Funnily enough, one of the most commonly-mentioned ways to recharge a power pack is with sunlight. That being said, guardsmen sometimes just toss them in campfires which also does the job, though shortening the operational lifespan and increasing the rate of misfires and jams. I'd also imagine you could just plug them in an outlet or something.
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>>4585281
Some kind of hyper efficient solar panels and thermoelectric paneling. Shit can charge from the sun and being near a campfire.

I assume that fusion power will require an insane amount of technology to build. We could probably build it by hand over a long period, but there is a reason only a few forgeworlds can actually manufacture fusion generators.
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>>4585244
They will be in about a century or two of continued use.

>>4585263
I dont know what to tell you

>>4585281
They can be solar charged, or charged next to a camp fire. They are POWERFUL.

>>4585291
>Some kind of hyper efficient solar panels and thermoelectric paneling.
Sci-fi science for the wind.
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>>4585299
>They will be in about a century or two of continued use.
Not really. All of it is plant food thus not an actual problem.
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>>4585302
*All of the “pollutants” are plant food
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>>4585302
>>4585305
>Someone drowned in this pond? Why didn't they just drink the water?
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>>4585307
False equivalence. People can’t passively drink water through their skin and plants don’t actually breathe. Besides what is your problem? I actually bother to check the science before posting that.
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>>4585311
Only the kindergarden-level shit that fits your argument. Leaving out the other kindergarden-level shit like "Too much of anything is bad" and the slightly more advanced shit like "If the destruction of greenhouse gas-consuming organisms continues at the pace it's at currently, Florida will be awarded 'Most Underwater State in the Union.'" There are fungi that feed off radiation, but if someone set off every nuke on the planet, you'd find it quite the issue.
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Alright calling the vote now.

It would've been rude of me to deny the invitation: 10
The more I learn of this forest and your people, the closer I come to retribution my friend: 5
As I said when we met, I cannot stand by while other men suffer: 3
Yes, and the men I am fighting are the foxes:5
I have come to aid you as I have others, if you wish it:4

Total votes: 13

So Lieren shall simply reply it would have been rude to deny the invitation

Writing now

>>4585274
This made me imagine Lieren running in a giant hamster wheel to power all of shangrala for some reason.
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>>4585316
If we're being serious here, he could if he really wanted to.
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>>4585315
>Leaving out the other kindergarden-level shit like "Too much of anything is bad" and the slightly more advanced shit like "If the destruction of greenhouse gas-consuming organisms continues at the pace it's at currently, Florida will be awarded 'Most Underwater State in the Union.'"
Here’s a good one.
>We’ve been told global warning would cause world wide flooding in ten years for the past fifty years. Meanwhile all the people that said the world would be flooding bought up all the property they said would be flooded for cheap.
Of course this isn’t the only instance of blatant fucking lies for profiting off of idiots like you but I’m not here to argue with idiots that don’t understand or research science. I’m here for a story about a Primarch.
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>>4585331
>implying the rich profiting from lies and global warming are mutually exclusive
Anon, I'm sure you feel remarkably countercultural and woke and "not like the rest of you sheeple," but I assure you nobody else thinks so. If you didn't come to blather like a retard about this, you wouldn't have brought up a topic you should well know is going to receive (you)s, so do spare us your "I'm not here to argue with morons" shtick, it fools no one.
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>>4585341
>Anon, I'm sure you feel remarkably countercultural and woke and "not like the rest of you sheeple,"
Is it really countercultural to go to 20 different sites just to understand what you talking about? Hell I bothered to a basic google search just to find a worldbuilding blog a guy passively mentioned and found it in ten seconds. It’s nothing that special.

>If you didn't come to blather like a retard about this, you wouldn't have brought up a topic you should well know is going to receive (you)s, so do spare us your "I'm not here to argue with morons" shtick, it fools no one.
Nigga I don’t care. Also
>bather like a retard
A word of advice “people who live in glasshouses shouldn’t throw stones”.
Now let’s wait quietly.
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>>4585350
If it takes you that long to find an idiot on the internet spouting an "if global warming is real, why does it snow?"-tier argument, you really are a retard. You can find "proof" and a "study" to back it up all provided by an "informed and intelligent individual" to support literally any smoothbrained argument imaginable. I urge you to use your vaunted google skills to look up the Dunning-Kreuger effect and then take the stone I've thrown and beat yourself with it until you become cognizant.
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It seems your observations of the Vishnu's culture had proven quite accurate. With a few words you have turned these men from viewing you as a beneficial curiosity, a stranger from a strange land with strange customs and manners, that no doubt seem foolish to their common sense, to instead see you as a brother who had been wronged in distant lands, suffering from the foulest of insults in their eyes. That of a lie weighed against the truth of your nature, spoken by men who have not earned their positions, nor their power, nor wealth. Weaklings accusing their better of atrocity and the most heinous of deeds, simply because he had achieved what they couldn't it. Though it is interesting, that Jayesh and his fellows seem to suffer the most umbrage from the Yan's claim of you wielding sorcery and magic to achieve your ends than any of the other lies and rumors they spread to dirty your name and reputation. It might be because their obvious reliance on physical might and health makes such esoteric and incorporeal concepts such as magic and mysticism obscene and insulting, especially when the accused is so obviously naturally gifted in in the traits they lionize.

You show Jayesh and his similarly enraged wives a most gentle and serene smile, contrasting their rage that has boiled over their hearts and onto their features oh so clearly. Moving your hands apart, you grab a dried strip of meat and take a bite out of it, grinding the aged tendons and sinew between your teeth to shred both apart, rehydrate the meat and thus make it somewhat easier to swallow.

"It would have been rude for me to deny the invitation, to this celebration held in honor of my own deeds" You say, pausing to turn the green fruit around in your hand and take a bite out of it before, respectfully, adding "Oh mighty Jayesh"

"What foolishness is this!? To suffer such insults, such humiliation for even a day longer, just to sit among strangers who reward you for a passing kindness!" Jayesh snarl, nails digging into the rough wood table beneath him as he bows his head as if ashamed for not realizing your "plight" the moment he looked upon you "To halt your pursuit of such villains, such liars, merely to entertain us with your presence, celebrating deeds we could not accomplish ourselves! How blind I was. For another to defeat our ancient foes, is a shame upon our heritage, but to delay such a mighty warrior in his true quest, is an unforgiveable slight"

You remain smiling as some of the Vishnu wail, and others roar in agreement with Jayesh's words, sorrowfully bellowing apologizes towards you and curses upon themselves.

Jayesh slams his scarred hands into the table, shaking it and nearly sending a few pieces of fruit rolling off its edge, before you stop them with your broad arm.
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>>4585366

"A feast meant to glorify the strength and prowess of a noble stranger, instead keeps him from clearing his name and enacting his rightful retribution!" Jayesh wails, dramatically, like a man a quarter of his apparent age "I shall not allow this to continue, forgive me, oh hunter from nowhere, I did not know of your plight."

"Mighty Jayesh, do not despair, my comrades do battle against my hateful foe even as we speak, I simply journey to end one of his servants, the one whose home sits beyond these woods you call home" You say humbly, taking another bite of preserved meat and lick of old fat as soon as you finish speaking.

"Using us as a barrier, to delay his own death" Jayesh hisses, running a hand through his long, white hair, tied into braids with bones and slivers of metal set inside "To make you travel through these cursed lands, a most cowardly deed, as befitting of a man so pathetic he scorns those he should respect as his superiors. As a man of the First, of the Vishnu, of my family, I cannot keep you any longer, merely to sing the praises of a battle that should have been ours to fight. Hunter, please, for my peace of mind and soul, leave this place"

He raises his arms into the air, curling his fingers like claws as he looks to the rest of his tribe, a passion and fury uncommon for a man of his age blazing in his eyes, his bare chest heaving with every breath of burning air he took into his body.

"And tear the heart from of the liar's chest! pull his tongue from his jaw and leave him as a meal for the vermin!" He screams, pounding his now closed fists against his chest as a mountain ape would "Do not let our coward's feast keep you, by whatever obligations your people demands of you! Ours demands you answer this challenge with iron and fury! To even hinder your revenge by accident and misunderstanding, is unforgiveable by the codes we have followed from birth and shall uphold till our death"

What shall you do, Lieren?
>Accept the demands of the Vishnu and continue on your journey to end the Mao, leaving with a parting word of wisdom
>Rally the Vishnu, arguing that the only way they can remove the stain upon their honor, is assisting you in this battle, thus taking it from you as you took the slaying of the two beasts from them
>If the Tiger men know how to leave these woods, they present a grave threat to the people of Dai. Offer to remedy to the shame you've brought upon them, by helping them punish the crimes of the Tiger men. Hopefully teaching them the benefits of Unity along the way.
>There is a rough path you've laid from the edge of the woods to here. If the Vishnu are not truly cursed by simply poor mapmakers, this should allow them to finally leave this place and its cruel realities.
>Write in?

Gonna try to bring the next update a bit quicker, since this one is a little short.
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>>4585368
>>Rally the Vishnu, arguing that the only way they can remove the stain upon their honor, is assisting you in this battle, thus taking it from you as you took the slaying of the two beasts from them
These guys'll make for a fun recruiting pool.
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>>4585368
>Rally the Vishnu, arguing that the only way they can remove the stain upon their honor, is assisting you in this battle, thus taking it from you as you took the slaying of the two beasts from them
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>>4585368
>>Rally the Vishnu, arguing that the only way they can remove the stain upon their honor, is assisting you in this battle, thus taking it from you as you took the slaying of the two beasts from them
We gotta see how these guys do in a fight and vice versa.
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>>4585368
>>Accept the demands of the Vishnu and continue on your journey to end the Mao, leaving with a parting word of wisdom
Honestly don’t really care much for these guys qnd would rather focus on Lieren annihilate an army by himself than get an army to do it for him.
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>>4585389
Think about the primo genetic stock though.
They're like fucking super-samoans.
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>>4585368
>If the Tiger men know how to leave these woods, they present a grave threat to the people of Dai. Offer to remedy to the shame you've brought upon them, by helping them punish the crimes of the Tiger men. Hopefully teaching them the benefits of Unity along the way.
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>>4585389
I'm kinda worried that Khorne has wormed his way into the Vishnu. Maybe theres something we can do to help them.
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>>4585368
>>If the Tiger men know how to leave these woods, they present a grave threat to the people of Dai. Offer to remedy to the shame you've brought upon them, by helping them punish the crimes of the Tiger men. Hopefully teaching them the benefits of Unity along the way.
>>There is a rough path you've laid from the edge of the woods to here. If the Vishnu are not truly cursed by simply poor mapmakers, this should allow them to finally leave this place and its cruel realities.
slay tiger, leave forest
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>>4585392
Just not interested. Like can’t we fight an entire battle by ourselves instead of relying on pawns again?
>>4585414
Fair enough.
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>>4585368
>>Accept the demands of the Vishnu and continue on your journey to end the Mao, leaving with a parting word of wisdom
>If the Tiger men know how to leave these woods, they present a grave threat to the people of Dai. Offer to remedy to the shame you've brought upon them, by helping them punish the crimes of the Tiger men. Hopefully teaching them the benefits of Unity along the way.
>There is a rough path you've laid from the edge of the woods to here. If the Vishnu are not truly cursed by simply poor mapmakers, this should allow them to finally leave this place and its cruel realities.
Which ever it is I don’t really care.
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>>4585368
>>Rally the Vishnu, arguing that the only way they can remove the stain upon their honor, is assisting you in this battle, thus taking it from you as you took the slaying of the two beasts from them
We’ve killed some daemons, made a path through the forest, and are on our way to tear the Mao a collective new one. A tribe of fanatically loyal berserkers is just gravy, moral tinkering we may need to do aside.
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>>4585431
Your gravy is looking like Tzeentchian diarrhea. Like the upcoming battle is great chance to learn Lieren’s limits (which the QM has openly stated Lieren has to reach them to know what they are). Why drag in some unrelated guys to fight the war instead?
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>The Vishu hates magic
>society might not be blood for the blood god, but they do have a "might" type society
>most everyone is buff as fuck
Fuck off Khorne!
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>>4585368
>Rally the Vishnu to aid our war but not against the assassination target.
>tiger men
>Rough path.
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>>4585368
>>Accept the demands of the Vishnu and continue on your journey to end the Mao, leaving with a parting word of wisdom
>If the Tiger men know how to leave these woods, they present a grave threat to the people of Dai. Offer to remedy to the shame you've brought upon them, by helping them punish the crimes of the Tiger men. Hopefully teaching them the benefits of Unity along the way.
>There is a rough path you've laid from the edge of the woods to here. If the Vishnu are not truly cursed by simply poor mapmakers, this should allow them to finally leave this place and its cruel realities.
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>>4585368
>If the Tiger men know how to leave these woods, they present a grave threat to the people of Dai. Offer to remedy to the shame you've brought upon them, by helping them punish the crimes of the Tiger men. Hopefully teaching them the benefits of Unity along the way.
>There is a rough path you've laid from the edge of the woods to here. If the Vishnu are not truly cursed by simply poor mapmakers, this should allow them to finally leave this place and its cruel realities.
We were going to sneak in and kill Mao, not fight the whole castle alone.
Also we need to integrate these Vishnu and build the road as soon as we can, get the khornate out of them
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Alright, calling the vote now. Ended up not being quicker this time. Sorry.

Rally the vishnu:5
Accept the demands and go alone: 2
The tiger men pose a grave threat, end it: 6
There is a rough path, hopefully the vishnu are just poor mapmakers: 5

Alright, rallying the vishnu is mutually exclusive with Accepting their terms or facing the tiger men. It cannot be combined into the vote


So Lieren will offer to help remedy the Vishnu's shame by helping them defeat their other ancient foe, and mention the rough path he has carved through the forest to reach them

writing now
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"That is true, but by the ways of my people the shame I have brought upon you and your ancestors, while being treated as an honored guest" You say sorrowfully, setting your hands flat upon the rough wooden table as you bow your head and lower your shoulders in a show of shame "An unforgiveable slight, in my society I would be considered a fiend if I were to not right this mistake of mine with utmost haste, Oh mighty Jayesh"

The old warrior's eyes narrow, as the cheers and shouts begin to fade and fall silent. He stares into your eyes, a look of concentration and struggle written upon his face as he tests his will against your piercing gaze, attempting to do as you have done to everyone who has stepped into your view. He's trying to understand you, to figure out the reason for your words and any hidden motive or scheme behind them. All you do is sit still, and look directly into his eyes with your own, Gold against clay. Jayesh's brow furrows, pain crawling over his features as veins bulge out from beneath his tanned flesh. The scowl he wore twists into a grimace of agony, yet he doesn't cry out in pain or turn away. All the while, your lips slowly curl into a most serene and gentle smile. It is clear that forcing himself to look upon the blazing gold of your eyes for so long is quiet draining for Jayesh, both physically and mentally. He seeks the truth in your eyes, and in doing so is burnt by their oppressive stare in return.

But while his mind struggles against its own instinct to turn away or even flee from the pools of gold he challenges himself to look within, yours reiterates why you are taking the path you have already set in motion with but a few words. For, if the Vishnu are lost in these woods, and stories of monstrous men leaving their depths to steal women and children are told in the lands surrounding the Bone Devouring Forest Then it stands to reason that The Tiger men perhaps are not similarly cursed to remain within its boundaries. Assuming the Vishnu tribes are indeed cursed to remain in this cruel and hellish place. They could simply be incompetent navigators and mapmakers, or are trapped by more mundane and likely means.

Such as the sheer, overwhelming hostility of the wildlife that also dwells here beneath the towering trees. And such beasts, that walk as men and can arm themselves with steel, would terribly threaten both the lands and people of Dai. Something that cannot be allowed to persist. The danger they present must be removed, roots and all. To ensure the safety of the people, the continuation of prosperity and eventually the construction of your great road itself.

Jayesh finally looks away, sweat beading down his forehead as he hyperventilates, gasping for air like a carp fished from the pond, sucking in lungfulls of air as he collapses back into his chair.
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>>4586463

His eyes are tinged red now, veins crisscrossing their white surface as they're winced as if they have been irritated or even injured by simply looking upon your own eyes for so long. Tears slowly roll across his weathered cheeks, smearing the paint upon them and running into the creases and wrinkles before gathering in the deep scar upon his chin, forming a pool of muddled colors that slowly mingle and fall further.

"Please, Mighty Jayesh, allow me to right my wrongdoing, so that your shame and mine may be forgiven at once and we can part without regret" You say, smiling with open cheer and kindness, your teeth flashing from beneath your lips as the warrior dares to match your piercing gaze once again. His lips curl back, and reveal his sharpened and broken teeth as he clenches his jaw and forces himself to not turn away from your eyes as you, by sheer habit and instinct, pick apart every mannerism he presents and look into his very soul through them.

And within it, you can see the turmoil roiling within him. His warrior heart demanding he regain the honor of his people and self, but the independence his way of life instills within a man balking at the mere idea of seeking aid from another. The same pride that mad your simple action of sharing food with the weak, young and aged seem alien and bizarre to his mind. Obviously you'll need to give him further incentive before he'll accept the terms you intend to present to him, or even consider them before refusing due to same honor you have already wounded by your actions earlier today. Perhaps all it will take to convince Jayesh and thus his tribe, is to present an excuse well crafted enough to explain why he is still honorable and strong despite receiving aid from another.

The lessons you had learned in the court of Gao and from Qian Xia herself will prove themselves useful once more.

"For if I have taken the glory that rightfully belonged to your people, in slaying two of your most terrible adversaries, then perhaps I could soothe the shame I've caused you by lending my wisdom and intellect to allow you to claim the head of the third of your ancient foes" You say, with a voice as sweet as fresh honey and ripe peaches, as gentle as a cooling spring breeze "For then, you the deed will be won by your strength and prowess alone, rather than because of another's own abilities"

"You have your own enemies to vanquish, you should not worry yourself over another's foe" Jayesh says through his teeth, turning his eyes to to ground to try and look away without it being too noticeable that he has once again lost against your penetrating gaze

"But I do feel your shame and my own like a wound against my own chest" You explain, with a guilt and pain in your voice. The situation you have placed Jayesh, Aruna and the rest of "The First" as they call themselves, reminds you of your time spent in Gao Liwei's service.
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>>4586465

How it sickened you knowing he thought you to be same foul breed of man as himself. Depraved and power hungry. It also brings to mind the libel and propaganda the Yan nobility spreads of you even now, seeing to blacken your name and reputation and worse yet, those of your allies and comrades and arms, which is what truly upsets and enrages towards their lies and deceit. A most terrible insult. And to the Vishnu, the fact that another solved the problem of Mud Mouth and Burning Lasher, inflicts the same kind of pain as it does to hear that men fear you as some kind of wild animal or man eating monster. An emotional pain, a spiritual pain. One that you understand, and do in fact feel some guilt for accidentally inflicting upon these courageous men of the wilds, even if their ways do disgust you.

They are necessary for the world they live in, so different from your own and the one you intend to create through hardship and labor.

You look down at Jayesh making an effort to lower your head so as not to appear to be looking down upon him. You then take a bite of the sour fruit again, sucking the juice out of its flesh as you look over the elderly chieftain while the conflict within his own mind and soul rages on.

"If you would refuse my offer to aid in the defeat of the Tiger men, and deny me a small part to play in making them answer for their many crimes both foul and terrible, then perhaps I could offer another form of reparation" You say, now confident you can speak the First's dialect of Vishnu as clearly as you do the tongue of the Yan "For as Aruna could tell you, I have been forging a path through these wilds, to mark my way as I travel through them"

Jayesh instantly realizes the offer you are presenting to him, and for a moment looks offended before his expression becomes conflicted and he clenches his jaw, closing his eyes as he considers it before you even speak them.

"It is a rough path, but I am sure such skilled hunters and woodsmen as yourselves could follow it with ease, and finally leave this dreadful place and be done with the Bone Devouring Forest, as my people so name it" You explain, placing a hand between your twin hearts, feeling them thrum with the steady flow of your blood "If that could be considered gift enough so I may be forgiven for the insult I unknowingly dealt to you and all who came before you"

"We cannot leave" Jayesh snarls "Not while the fox's curse remains, we are trapped here for the deeds of our distant ancestors, and shall remain until it is lifted, something that shall never come, for even if we could leave, the forest has a hunger of its own. It would devour us"

"But, did your ancestors not follow the tiger men?" You ask as Jayesh shoots you as somewhat confused look "Or rather the men who would become them? Surely the curse would be placed on those who have wronged the foxes and those associated with them, perhaps with their defeat by your hands, it would be lifted"
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>>4586468

Though you are skeptical it is even a curse, if indeed the Tiger men can leave the woods to prey upon the nearby villages and paths. But, if the Vishnu accept this reasoning, then the "Curse" in their mind will lift and they might actually try to leave.

"The stories were never clear on the nature of the curse" Jayesh admits, grabbing his bowl of fermented fruit pulp and taking a sip of its burning, and mildly alcoholic juices "And black tongue Vipul told tales we never heard before, the truth may in fact be what you speak, Oh hunter from nowhere. But it is no simple task, the Tiger men are powerful and many, and their dens run deep"

You raise your head, and shake your iron hued hair, mimicking Aruna's habit of doing so. then you turn your eyes to gathered warriors and tribesmen before you.

"Many men have said the same of my deeds before, if you were to honor me with the privilege of joining the history of your people for a battle as historic as this, I would do all in my power to aid your victory, all but slaying the beasts myself" You say, confidently and proudly "If you refuse, then the path I have laid remains open until the forest reclaims it"

"It will be our victory, their blood will be shed by our hands and iron alone, you shall not take the glory in defeating another of our foes today, wandering Giant" Jayesh says sternly and harshly "But, if you were to show us the path to victory, then our honor would remain intact, I have decided"

Perfect, while it may not be as effective as hunting the man beasts yourself, it will at least remove the threat they pose to both the Vishnu and Dai. But now you must think, of how you can aid the Vishnu without offending them, and how you can do so efficiently. A few tribes of Vishnu in your debt would prove to be a most valuable asset in your war against the Yan, if you can earn their trust. And perhaps teach them a lesson in the value and power of Unity over personal strength.

How will you aid the Vishnu in their attack against the Tiger men?
> Lend their greatest warriors a few of your spare weapons, if anyone can wield them besides you, it'd be the vishnu
>Draw the attention of the tiger men, allowing the Vishnu to catch them off guard
>Accompany them as a tactician and advisor, lending your analytic mind to temper their ferocity and wild souls
>raise their morale by making an Oath with them, that you will both achieve victory against your enemies and return to share the story to with the other.
>Write in
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>>4586469
>>Accompany them as a tactician and advisor, lending your analytic mind to temper their ferocity and wild souls
>write in
>Aid them with your skills as a scout and hunter to ensure their attack is as effective as possible.
I want to see if these are chaos-corrupted, abhumans, or xenos. I'm leaning towards one of the first two. Figure our truthvision should tell us if they're beyond our help.
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>>4586469
>Draw the attention of the tiger men, allowing the Vishnu to catch them off guard
>Accompany them as a tactician and advisor, lending your analytic mind to temper their ferocity and wild souls
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>>4586469
>>Accompany them as a tactician and advisor, lending your analytic mind to temper their ferocity and wild souls
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>>4586469
>>Accompany them as a tactician and advisor, lending your analytic mind to temper their ferocity and wild souls
>>raise their morale by making an Oath with them, that you will both achieve victory against your enemies and return to share the story to with the other.
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>>4586469
Literally carry a bag of rocks and throw them at unimportant foot soldiers, or provide cover fire for anyone trying to backstab the Vishnu in melee combat.
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>>4586474
support
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>>4586469
>accompany them as a tactician and advisor
>Act as bait to draw their attentions, but only dodge their attacks, spill no blood yourself
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>>4586469
>Accompany them as a tactician and advisor, lending your analytic mind to temper their ferocity and wild souls
> Lend their greatest warriors a few of your spare weapons, if anyone can wield them besides you, it'd be the vishnu
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>>4586469
>>4586474
Support, I'm not making an oath in front of people that may or may not follow a Chaos god of honor, violence and blood.
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>>4586683
I'll add
>Aid them with our skills as a scout and hunter

As well, since Primarch sneaking is the best sneaking.
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I really think that we should offer the Vishnu tribes a place among our armies and slowly change their culture from bloodthirsty raging savages full of hatred and with 0 empathy for the weak into prople that do not fear war at all (but do not battle pointlessly), that can control and channel their rage in constructive ways that benefit our society, that protect the weak and help them become strong (or at least allow them to) and whose warrior pride gets replaced with pragmatic honor like Lieren's (Lieren can take an insult or act against his honour if that helps his people, even if doing so displeases him greatly, but won't take shit from anyone if it's not necessary).
The vishnu Lieren fought where "soft" compared to this literal deathworlders, and they fought against him without fear until their bodies literally gave up due to various mutilations amd wounds. This people could be great elite soldiers, but we must first show them the path (and make sure they survive the coming battle)
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>>4586738
Transitioning their culture from as it was to how we wish it to be is a long term goal.
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>>4586738
BTW, we should first focus on finishing our part of the mission and killing Mao and his generals/anyone competent enough to lead his armies but not good enough to be spared and assimilated into our amies and culture. I don't know how long we've been in the forest, or how long our armies will take to do the pincer move, but I don't want to be late to the party.
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>>4586742
Yes, but considering how the Vishnu work, if they wage war alongside our people and see that our methods work better and make everyone stronger and better in more senses than their own methods, thay'll be the ones wanting to learn and integrate. Remember that for them might makes right, and one cannon could probably wipe out their entire village, so any culture capable of producing such a thing en mass has proven itself to be superior.
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>>4586752
Or perhaps they would disregard it as sorcery, which they find to be utterly abhorent [which if we go with the khornate interpretation] because it is stealing strength that they do not have any claim over.

But you are right in that they should witness how unity is a strength, which we can demonstrate in our raid on the tiger people. Perhaps drawing away sections of the tigers to be mobbed by the Vishnu can illustrate the point.
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>>4586759
To be sincere, if we cannot make them a part of our armies due to the use of guns, I at least want to go full eugenics and have them have a lot of children that we can raise properly, basically I want those Ur-Vishnu genetics to get back into our kingdom's genepool so we can get fucking cadians that have an opposite but similar mindset to the Kriegers (opposite because I want this guys to be happy, cherish life and do the best they can so they can live as long as possible and thus serve the Imperium as long as possible, but similar in that they'll be fucking fearless, competent badasses that will fight to protect mankind with all they have until they literally can't fight anymore due to injuries. And then, if they recover, they will ask to be made into cyborgs to fight longer)
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>>4586765
I think you mean Fu Eugenics
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>>4586812
We can't get a dead man to impregnate a Vishnu woman.

Fu-Vishnu genetics is certainly an honoured moniker.
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Solar panels might be tricky to use since there's all this fog on our planet. Maybe they could be build high on mountains or something?
At least building thermal plants might work. If they can work for Hive cities, then it might work for us.

I wonder if there are 40k tier industrial sized filters that can filter out all the pollutants and acid rain when we start going hard on that industry.
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Who’d be interested in ring claw armor?
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>>4587615
What are those?
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>>4587625
Slap it into an image search and see for yourself.
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>>4587603
>I wonder if there are 40k tier industrial sized filters that can filter out all the pollutants and acid rain when we start going hard on that industry.
If there isn't, Lieren will figure it out. No reason to waste perfectly good acid and CO2 after all.
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>>4587615
Is that just the edgy finger condoms? We're a fucking Primarch, our fingernails are probably stronger than steel. We've already our guandao, why wear those pieces of trash?
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>>4587645
> We've already our guandao
We don’t dumbass. Did you even read? We had to replace it.
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>>4587615
>>4587630
seems more of a Konrad thing
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Calling the vote now

Accompany them as a tactician/ advisor: 8
Aid them with your skills as a scout and Hunter:4
Raise their morale with an oath:1
Carry a bag of rocks and act as a marksman:1
Act as bait to draw the tiger's attention from the vishnu:2
Lend them a few of your spare weapons:1

total votes 9

So Lieren will act as a tactician and Advisor, lending his analytic mind and skills as a scout and hunter to ensure the Vishnu's attack is as effective as possible, and their ferocity is at least somewhat tempered

Writing now

>>4587652
Wouldn't be the first time Lieren had to repair his weapon/ armor. It's just the BONE DEVOURING FOREST has no suitably advance forge for him to remake it to his standards again
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>>4587652
And we should forge catwoman gloves instead of a replacement? We've got our backup sword. Why make mallninja gear?
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>>4587809
Oh I know what we could do as a parting gift, we could build a proper forge for them and teach the Vishnu how to work iron and make steel. After the current conflict is over, we could come back and see their spin on things.
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Kinda sad there isn't an option to recruit the tiger men.
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The Vishnu take to the idea that they could free themselves from the shame of today and the curse of ages past as a frog would to a pond. It becomes truth in their minds in a matter moments, as Jayesh rallies his people further, like a mad monk on the corner of a road, screaming his gospel and philosophy to the world and all who pass him by. You simply remain seated, watching the weaker members of the tribe eat the small gifts you were able to pass to them, as you eat your own humble meal of fruit, meat and fat. To be certain that none will attempt to bully their meager yet desperately needed meals away from them. Thankfully, however, Jayesh commands not only the respect of the First but also their attention. His fiery temper and wild heart turning to passion which fuels his speech, a declaration of a final war as if the end of days would arrive by time the sun fell behind the trees and mountains.

There is no more you to say, but much to learn. The way these wild men speak of the battle to come, reminds you dear companion Bai, a man who is to be kin to beast as much as he is to men by his peers and those who have taken time to know him beyond just his face and name. There is no fear of death among them, nor the few civilized Vishnu you have met before, like Bai. But that is were the similarities end between these people and your close friend and guardian. Bai may be at times almost thirsty for blood and battle, and seeks out the thrill of standing on the edge between life and death. But he can control himself and his desires, restrain his passion and wildness to become serene in the midst of a hunt or battle. His ferocity wrought into a deadly edge, turned from a disadvantageous quick in personality to a strength in battle and life.

The Vishnu, are not like Bai in that way. In fact, their approach to battle, outside of their clear lusting for it reminds you more of Jiang or Xin in their carelessness, their excitement, their anticipation. Which if not for their skill in arms and physical prowess, would be a most dangerous flaw to have. But worse still, they are like Dong, the Lone Panther, and detest relying on others. Can they accept aid when they cannot win by their strength and skill alone, as Dong is able to? Or will they throw themselves into the Jaws of tigers to ensure they do not gain victory through another's intervention. If a force lacks unity and refuses to cooperate with itself, the battles they join become brawls, a withering mass of combat and chaos.

Unfortunately, the Vishnu's hunger for battle and glory to be won, makes it likely they will seek duels over pitched group combat. Which would greatly lower their effectiveness compared to a cohesive unit of warriors of comparable skill and physique.
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>>4587933

For if the Tiger men's culture has mutated and shifted since their transformation into whatever they have become now, they will take advantage of this fracturing and swarm the ferocious warriors rather than face them in the single, glorious combat they will no doubt seek out.

For victory to be won, without paying it's price in the lives of fighting men and women, the Vishnu will need to be tempered and improved, their ferocity restrained and wild hearts tamed, if only for the duration of the battle to come. A task your analytic mind is well equipped to preform. They respect you, even if they were to turn away your open aid and refuse any offer to join their battle, they will listen to you as a fellow warrior. All you must do is give them the tactics and knowledge to achieve victory themselves, and to keep them from giving into their rage and grudges born through generations of conflict and scorn.

If they are able to follow orders, and fight cohesively and to achieve shared victory rather than personal glory, the chances of success in this attack against their ancestral enemies will increase by two fold, perhaps more if they are able to reign in their passion and brutality as well.

But a man cannot face an enemy he knows nothing about and expect to win. Luckily, you have the skills for gathering intel and knowledge as well, and they have been honed and trained throughout your life time.

You clap your hands together, creating a sound akin to a rock being split with an iron pick, drawing the attention of the First and Jayesh in particular.

"I shall take my leave for now, to study your enemies' ways and ponder the best method with which to strike them, and the tactics that could be employed effectively against them" You say, rising to your feet and raising an open palmed hand to silence any dissenting voices accusing you of seeking to steel the glory from beneath them for a third time in one day "I will move amongst them unseen, as a if I had become the wind itself, rally your forces and men, before the battle begins, I shall return to your side Mighty Jayesh, to present to you the knowledge of how to defeat these beastmen not only with haste, but completely"

Jayesh grins, a dark light burning in his eyes as he nods.

"I shall accept this offer of aid in these fateful days" He replies smacking his fist against his chest, smearing the paint and dried dyes present there upon the backs of his fingers "So long as it remains as advice and teaching alone, and does not extend to further meddling"

"It shall, upon my name I swear that is all it will be" You say, reassuring the old warrior the glory to be won will be claimed by him and the First alone"

He nods, satisfied with the simple promise, as he knows you to be honest from your brief interactions with him.
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>>4587934

"Then go, oh hunter from nowhere, go and do your spying while we gather our littler brothers, distant cousins and servants from their homes, call upon promises and oaths sworn years before, so we may finally be free of our misbegotten kin" Jayesh says with a cold certainty to his voice "I shall restrain them the best I am able, but if you do not return with haste or at all, we shall attack without your advise and gift of wisdom"

"I understand, I delay nothing if it is not necessary to do so" You say, walking from the table back to your loyal steed who has remained outside of the village's perimeter, waiting for your return. The warriors are already preparing, sharpening their blades and dressing themselves with brighter and more vivid paints and dies, making themselves appear almost like devils with the masks that are now painted over their features. Drums are beaten, horns are blown to alert the members of the tribe still astray within the depths of these wilds that a war march is beginning.

And to call to the tribes separate from the first, a call to glory or a warning to keep from interfering. Which it is, does not truly matter. Either more men will join the rough army armed with aged iron and primitive weaponry, or they will not. It will not effect the task at hand. So you melt away into the shadows cast by the tree's hanging branches, and the heavy fog present at the feet of the hills where the First make their home. Aruna told you the Tiger's lived in a cave system, that would mean they most likely live within or close to the mountains that eventually connect to the Mao's lands. Perhaps that is the method they use to escape the confines of this prison of trees and monstrosities.

They will be easy to track down and find, though if they share the senses of tigers as well as their appearance, it will be somewhat more difficult to move amongst them unseen, at least compared to doing such among ordinary men not corrupted and degenerated into beasts. Thus, it will not present an obstacle to a man of your skill and talent in stalking and remaining unseen lest he desires to be.
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Something is wrong here. You've realize this when you first laid eyes upon one of the Tiger people, indeed, they resemble men in shape. Their torso's bare except for a thin covering a fur, stripped and crisscrossed with darker and lighter patches, standing against their auburn pelts. Their legs are digitigrade and end in paws, their arms hang lower than those of a proper men but are still shaped as hands, though the end in curved claws rather than nails. Claws that seem to be formed from bone rather than keratin, an extension of the final joint within each digit. They have tails, long and magnificent ones like panthers and a few even share the third set of limbs that all felines possess, further separating them from men.
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>>4587935

Their eyes, are those of an animal yet there is a glimmer of intellect and thought within their depths. Like a man's soul has been transplanted within the body of an animal. These human eyes are set within beastly heads, with long fangs and the men sporting the "beards" predatory cats grow when they reach maturity. A few even have the "Tassels" that run along their spines and the end of their tails. It's a disturbing and unsettling sight to be sure, considering your own affinity and respect for the Panthers they are kin to.

But it is not what is wrong. The Tiger men's bodies are twisted and most beast than man, and it fills you with a slight sense of revulsion, from the humanity you can still see within them. But it is not what unnerves you, that which you had not expected.

Rather, these beings, be they another form of man or abominations, are terrified. They are afraid. Panicked, like abused children, meek and cautious. This is clearly not their natural state of being, for otherwise the Vishnu would have wiped them out before they had a chance to degenerate into their present forms. You heard they were bold, cruel and even more ferocious than the Vishnu they were descended from. Yet, they moved about like beaten children, like abused animals, as if they feared to be struck or even killed if they set their paws in the wrong patch of dirt.

So out of curiosity, you found the group of forages you came upon back to their home, keeping yourself from alerting them of your presence or striking them down. They were terrified of something and glanced around nervously, not as a predator would, but quite similar to the mannerisms of prey. High in the mountains, above the trees, your resolve to observe and learn of these strange creatures was tested by anger.

men, women and children were caged or set in rusted chains to work. Limbs and torsos burned over open fires, the skin of men were drawn to form tents as if they were animals. But, you slowed your breathing, your racing hearts nearly stopping as you restrain your righteous rage and impulse to simply butcher these Tiger Men like you have so many others. With your mind voided of all thoughts of killing and revenge, you notice that alongside the skins of men, are tied the hides of Tigers, smaller than the beasts themselves and shaped like the skin's they're tied to. And in further cages, hidden away nearer to the yawning entrance of the cave, sit stranger prisoners. Their own kind, starved and withered to near corpses, with terrible wounds and brands, and eyes empty of hope.

With wrath no longer burning in your chest and mind, you enter into the gruesome village, and fade into the shadows cast by the walls wrought from the bones and hide of Vishnu and tiger alight, avoid the cooking fires that reek of the scent of burning hair and the blood of men.
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>>4587936

The gatherers, who had hunted a wild swine and ape before you had come across them, meekly and fearfully drag the carcasses to a more terrible beast than themselves.

He is twisted...no, he is mutated, with torn fur and skin holding back bulging muscles. With the fine steel of civilized Vishnu wrapped around his oversized form, the ripples in the steel visible even from your hiding place. And he is screaming inside, you can see it in his milky eyes. The original consciousness of this creature is crying, unable to move its body, unable to scream for help or even end it's suffering. Something else moves its limbs, forces it to speak in its guttural tongue. It is a prisoner of its own mind, trapped in flesh that has been usurped from its control. there are twitches in its movements, impulses from the nervous system attempting to regain control. Its fourth arm lingers by its sheathed blade, curved like a claw itself.

And then, as if controlled by phantom strings, its arms move in unison. Like no creature you've seen before. The movement is more akin to a mechanism than anything living, like a puppet controlled by an untrained master. Sudden, stilted and unnatural, pausing suddenly before moving jerkily once again. The sight fills you with more disgust than the sight of men being butchered and caged like animals. For, men are preyed upon by some creatures of Shangrala. It is simply a fact of life, one you detest but.

But this. This is an abomination. A crime against all laws of that govern the world and existence itself. For a body to be stolen like this, is in possible. It makes your skin crawl, your blood turn to ice, and drops your stomach as if you had swallowed a handful of stones. Yet you can't look away, despite how it upsets you and disgusts you so! You must know more, you must understand what could do such a thing.

It is no natural phenomenon. And as illogical as it may be, there is only one answer that could explain the insult to reality and all common sense that sits before your eyes, ordering its former kin with gestures and snarled words you now recognize as heavily accented Vishnu.

Sorcery. Magic. Something that in your eight years of life heading into nine, you had found and seen no evidence of its existence. Not even a hint outside of superstition and folklore. You focus closer, shutting off your sense of hearing to empower your sight, grimacing with abhorrence. This is not natural, this wrong. This is as distasteful as The Toad Dragon and its kin which haunted the forest beneath this mountain. It is perhaps the most foul thing your golden eyes have ever witnessed, and before their gaze lies cooking human meat and children fattened for slaughter.

And then, as if the fog had lifted, as if a fire was lit before your eyes. You see it. Small, incorporeal strings of a sickly shade of violet shining with a unwholesome light.
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>>4587937

Like mist or smoke woven into a fabric, buried and stitched into the flesh of the greatly warped creature. They twitch and lift with every movement he makes, dragging his bones and forcing his muscles to tense and relax against his will.

Cold sweat gathers in your palms and along your forehead, wetting your hair as you sit still, observing with more focus as you peel away at the world, like pages in a book. Details hidden before, unnoticed by a casual glance, become as clear as the strings you now seeing controlling the body and tongue of the beast clad in steel.

The air is thin, weakened. No, not the air, something else. Something intangible. Like a concept has been torn from existence and removed from the equation of life. It infuriates you, that you are unable to process exactly what that missing something is. But you can tell, you are certain, the green crystal tat is buried into the throat of mutated shell of a tiger man before you is the cause of it. Some form of light emanates from it, like fire! like fire it burns! but it sucks away light instead of casting it. The flesh growing around it is putrid, it is...wrong! Wrong! Something about it fills you with a rage greater than when you brought Judgement to Gao Liwei! then when you saw the lands of Cui! then when the worm Ling first came to Nothing. Even more than when you held Feng's mauled body in your arms, and felt his blood flow over your skin like a summer rain.

A handful of skin, manages to inspire a greater fury than you've felt before. You swallow it, and focus its energy to instead keep your eyes upon it, even it makes your skin feel as if a thousand needles have been stabbed through your skin, as if your organs are rotting inside of you. It is the skin of a reptile, of fish, of a slug! it is chimeric! patchwork! it is like that of a magical beast.

And then your mind clears, and becomes void of emotion once more. Like the last block in a wall, the final blow of a hunt. It is apparent to you now, what exactly you're seeing outside of sorcery.

That green hued crystalline structure in the process of being absorbed by the tiger man's body is, it is the source of magical beasts. The energy that you imagined to be the cause earlier this very day. The source of the foulest corruption. The material that radiates the energy that had so twisted the Toad dragon, Mud mouth, burning lasher and an unknown number of other men. And it is being used as a beacon, no not a beacon. It is a receiver, for the intelligence that controls this pitiable creatures stolen body.

That is how the invading mind has usurped control from the native mind, and imprisoned it.

And you. You can see it, it is looking through its eyes. It is staring out of them! out of another being's eyes! Abomination! aberration! Insult to all existence and life!

You take a deep breath, cooling the fires in your mind to focus again. A difficult task, for the first time in your life.
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>>4587938

"Pile. It. With. The. Rest. Now." The puppet whispers, tears welling in its eyes as the smallest female of the group looks into them, shivering and quaking like a human woman would. They spill out and soak into the fur upon its face.

"If. the. Other. Party. Does. Not. Return. With. More. that. A. Thousand. Kilograms. of. Flesh. Two. Of. Your. Number. shall. be. slaughtered" It hisses, striking the young female with the back of its steel hand. A tooth flies from her jaw as she collapses to the ground "Do. Not. Stand. Idle. The. Warleader. Commands.it"

And with that they scurry away, the largest male of the group dragging the unconscious female away from the puppet. Your left hand grips the hilt of your Jian, your nails piece the leather wrapped around it. It must die, it's suffering must end. It must be freed. But you stay your hand and banish those thoughts.

For, more of these further corrupted Tiger men emerge from the cave, which connects to the other outposts and villages of these creatures. And your mind screams!
For it is witness to a single mind, a single intellect, controlling the bodies of many as if they were puppets! You cannot see its source, but you can feel it. It is there! In the air itself! it is there, looking through over a hundred eyes! looking, searching! Its foul power, the sorcery it wields, filling the air like the stench of decay...No...no no no.

Not decay. The smell of wet feathers. In the back of your mind, you understand now the easiest way to defeat these beastly men. Simultaneous attacks on their camps, like how The armies of Jinhai and Yin lei are striking the split forces of the Xue. But, they are not the enemy you see before you. the puppets of flesh, all moving as one before they split from the herd are. You blink to clear the burning from your eyes.

And move past them, their eyes searching for any dissent among the kin of the bodies or the human prisoners. No, that isn't right, you realize as you fall into a shadow cast by body of an overgrown eel. They realize something is wrong. They know you're here, but not what you are. You clench your jaw, keeping your left hand upon the hilt of your blade, as you venture into the cave, moving as lightning falls past a group of ten of those puppets of corrupted flesh. Pressing your great body into a crevice in the wall you catch your breath and calm yourself.

You need more information, more intel. And to do that, you must venture further into their territory. Now, you're catious, you move carefully, slowly, past the wandering troops of puppets of flesh and those enslaved by them, men and tiger man alike. The air, the air is terrible. thick with the stench of blood and cooking flesh, and fouler things still. But you continue on, deeper into the heart of the mountain. For one question remains in your mind.

What is controlling the bodies? What being inhabits hundreds of others? That is your enemy. it may not be for the Vishnu now. But it will be.
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>>4587939

And for all of Shangrala if you allow it live, whatever it is. After a mile or two or walking, deeper underground and into the heat, no more living things pass you buy. Skeletons dressed as kings and princes like the floor, art work and finery gathering dust and decaying into nothing. And green gems, glowing and filling you with a deep fury for simply existing in the same world as you do! How its "light" disgusts you, how it infuriates you. But then the walls become carved, like a temple, and you can see fire light burning. Slaves turned pales as the moon's own light. It is a small town, so far beneath the surface.

Tiger men lay prostrated along the floor, their skin peeled off, alongside handsome men and beautiful women. Nine of each combination of species and gender for a total of 36, bleeding into strange sigils and glyphs along the floor of stone. nine pillars of glass stand between them, and tied to four of them are living men and women. Vishnu warriors. No, Vishnu chiefs. Like Jayesh, with a writing alien to your eyes carved into their flesh.

Upon a thrown of bones, sits a tiger man equal to you in height, with misplaced horns curling upon his head and baleful red eyes that are utterly empty of thought. There is a specimen of those gem's pierce into its skull like a third eye. Like the toad dragon. and you can feel it. Its here. Somewhere in the shadows, in the temples abandoned by time and man. The mind controlling so many others, the thief of bodies and imprisoner of souls.

its here, deeper than even the vishnu would dare walk, with the empty shell of used to be the leader of the tiger men, sat like a statue, its figure head and means of controlling his subjects, his fellows. He may have been cruel or monstrous himself, more so than the rest of his kind. But whatever has taken hold of his body, is far more loathsome by several magnitudes. No doubt, it would remain here, as it sent its puppet king to die. To fester like a rotting wound.

The head of the Alpha, the king of all the tiger men glances, its neck suddenly turning from limp to rigid in a moment. It gazes into the dark, and then looks down again, as the attention of its controller looks elsewhere, having missed you, crouched upon one of the crumpled heaps of stone that have fallen from the primordial temples surrounding its foul court.

To look through many eyes means being blind with your own.
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>>4587942

What shall you do, Lieren?
>Return to the Vishnu, and explain to them how to defeat the tiger men, and to seal off their caves.
>Return to the Vishnu, and tell them the stones in the throats of the worst of their foes are a great weakeness.
>Find the Slave master , its termination is of greater importance than gaining the loyalty of the Vishnu. As such, you must achieve it before you return to them or your war.
> Free the King of tigers from his torment, it is a form of euthanasia at this point. They may not look human, but they once were. They deserve mercy and respect.
>Write in?

MOOD MUSIC!: https://youtu.be/7SvPlLdV8Xg

Pretty sure this is the biggest update yet. Since you guys with that write in managed to find one of the "Secrets" I've put upon Shangrala, and beyond.
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>>4587944
>Return to the Vishnu, and explain to them how to defeat the tiger men, and to seal off their caves.
>Explain to Jayesh that you can't sit this battle out anymore as the Tiger People threaten all of civilization, not just the First
This is big. I thought we were just gonna find a cave with a single piece of warp stone or something.
But this...this demands our direct intervention. It's that or we potentially put the entire planet in peril just placate Jayesh.
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>>4587944
>>Return to the Vishnu, and explain to them how to defeat the tiger men, and to seal off their caves.
>>Return to the Vishnu, and tell them the stones in the throats of the worst of their foes are a great weakeness

This needs to be as clean of a sweep as possible so I think the proper thing is to go in with as many soldiers as we can get. Burn it all down, capture whoever we don't kill, and collapse the tunnel after killing the alpha puppet as it were. I'm sure we'll get our shot to fight it once the vishnu leader gets into a tight spot fighting it. Hell we might even be able to claim that we had no choice but to fight it ourselves. I'm sure even a basic human can feel what an abomination it is.
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>>4587944
>>Return to the Vishnu, and explain to them how to defeat the tiger men, and to seal off their caves.
>>Return to the Vishnu, and tell them the stones in the throats of the worst of their foes are a great weakeness.
Could we still give them weapons?
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>>4587944
>Return to the Vishnu, and explain to them how to defeat the tiger men, and to seal off their caves.
>Return to the Vishnu, and tell them the stones in the throats of the worst of their foes are a great weakeness
>Explain to Jayesh that you can't sit this battle out anymore as the Tiger People threaten all of civilization, not just the First

Aid them in preparing a plan for the battle. And see what we can do for improving most of their weapons and armors. (by using the materials of the forest. As well giving our spare weapons to their strongest warriors)
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>>4587944
>return and tell them how to slay the tiger men
>Tell them the greatest weakness are the stones.
>Explain thatbwe cannot sit this out. There is a demon sorcerer slave master pulling the strings and he is kin to the toad dragon, an old enemy we had slain. His throat must be torn and threat extinguished.

We gave an oath that we wouldnt meddle in their war with the tiger men, so we wont. But the puppet master is not of the tiger men, and he is directly related to our ancient foe making this a matter of our personal attention. This distinction is vital for the Vishnu's honour matters.
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>>4587944
>Return to the Vishnu, and explain to them how to defeat the tiger men, and to seal off their caves.
>Explain to Jayesh that you can't sit this battle out anymore as the Tiger People threaten all of civilization, not just the First
Gotta tell their people that the Tiger People might not be entirely irredeemably. Theyr actions might be the cause of demons as their own people suffer with other vishnu chiefs. We must rally the other tribes and strike as one in one final and decisive victory.

>>4587988
Wouldnt sealing off the cave only be a temporary solution? We gotta kill those bad boys sooner than never since they got magic. Who knoww what foul sorcery they might employ to free themselves. Or maybe they are already committing th a ritual that's in our best interest to stop.

>>4588014
In theory yes. Would it be practical? No. Our weapons are custom made and too large for simple man.
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>>4588067
He means "Murder them all, then destroy their home" not "Bury their exits and hope they die"

But when we allied with the Vishnu, that sealed the fates of the tiger people. Their passionate hate isn't going to subside because 'some aren't that bad'. Do play up the sorcerer angle though, because they should understand the terrible threat here.
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>>4588067
>Would it be practical?
Yes it would be. Lieren even admits they would be the only people that would be able to wield them effectively.
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>>4588051
>>Return to the Vishnu, and explain to them how to defeat the tiger men, and to seal off their caves.
+1
>>4587944
I'll never again underestimate the power of a write-in.
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>>4587944
>Return to the Vishnu, and explain to them how to defeat the tiger men, and to seal off their caves.
>Return to the Vishnu, and tell them the stones in the throats of the worst of their foes are a great weakeness.
We should explain that only the tigermen huffing the warpstone need to die. We should be carefull, 9 is the number of Tzeentch, who knowns what plans this daemon has.
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>>4588096
Also supporting caution and selective purging.
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>>4588051
supporting this.

i'm all for letting them duke it out with the rank and file tiger people, even the lieutenants. I'm somewhat reluctant to expose them to this Tiger Emp on his throne. I was all for exposing people to Chaos before but this seems a step too far.
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Could we be dealing with a daemonhost?
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>>4588547
Unlikely. Daemonhosts are never something a Daemon willingly partakes in, they prefer possessions where they can leave whenever they like.

So I'm inclined to say this is a changer of ways who has found a way to puppet people through the warpstone
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>>4588555
A what now?
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>>4588731
Tzeentch, he's known as the Changer of Ways. It's probably a Lord of Change, who are greater demons of him. I suppose a fragment of Tzeentch himself could be trapped, but it's likely a demon of some kind
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>>4588846
So killing it would still be a lose / lose scenario since the Chaos Gods would definitely be aware of our existence. If only there was a permanent way to kill these guys.
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>>4588857
Uh mate? Who do you think was responsible for sending us to shangrila? I'll give you a hint, there are 4 of them and they are described as "laughing thirsty G-dthey are perfectly aware we exist
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>>4588857
Starving the chaos gods and purging warp contamination from the galaxy seemed to work well enough until Horus fucking ruined everything.
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>>4588865
I thought we were slight of handed by Malal?

>>4588867
Technically? It was the guy who was in the Word Bearer's legion that corrupted Horus and his primarch.
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>>4588873
*obligatory "fuck erebus"*
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>>4588867
You do realize Malal exists right?
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>>4588877
Don't you mean "doesn't not exist yet" right?
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>>4588877
He's still a Chaos God, I figure he functions exactly like the big 4 in that he needs to consume souls to fuel himself.
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>>4588873
Malal changed the path they laid down, but you shouldnt think that we are at all hidden from their gaze.

Destroying this daemons physical body and banishing them will be a net win, freeing the planet of its impurity
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>>4588883
You're right at least in that regards, but I wish there was a way we could kill it permanently.

I'm starting to believe that Lieren's capacity to read the finer line of things is something more than just his primarch genetic superiority. Perhaps it's a defining trait.
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>>4588882
You better source that shit. Chaos gods are powered by human thoughts and emotions not eating souls, it why the Emperor was wrong.
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>>4588885
>but I wish there was a way we could kill it permanently.
Psyker bullshit would work.
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>>4588882
And that's not how the big four sustain themselves. That is how the emperor sustains himself on his magic soul eating golden chair.
The gods are fueled by your thoughts and actions that align with their domain, fighting feeds Khorne, innovation feeds tzeench, feeling pleasure feeds slannesh and getting sick feeds nurgle, however slightly. You cant 'starve' them like emps thinks you can, because they feed off the human experience and the acts of alien races.
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>>4588886
>You better source that shit
I'm kind of a lorelet here, don't know much about 40K.
>Chaos gods are powered by human thoughts and emotions not eating souls
...source?
>it why the Emperor was wrong
Tread lightly with the heresty.
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>>4588889
Emperor bullshit*
And assorted mystical weapons.
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FUCK OFF KHORNE! Keep your quads in Khorne worshipper quest!

>>4588890
So an active approach needs to be achieved to kill them, however long it takes. When we get to terra, we need to do what we can to ensure the Praiah programs is left alone by the Navigator houses. Those anti-warp guys are really essential.
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>>4588891
check out the If The Emperor TTS series.
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>>4588892
Actually there is a high leveled psyker power that straight up deletes daemons that isn’t Emperor tiered.
>>4588891
What do you think the Chaos Gods are? They are psychic manifestations of concepts and are powered by those concepts.
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>>4588894
Allow me to rephrase.

You can't kill the gods unless you can also wipe out, eradicate, destroy their core fundamental concepts from the emotional range of men. And then you need to do this for every other living thing in the galaxy barring perhaps the Orks, who are feeding their own gods with retard fighting joy.
And at that point why even bother? Actually, genuinely why bother living without passion, enjoyment, hope or determination and their flip sides of wrath, hedonism, deception and nihilistic acceptance of the end of things.

They are embodiments of the subconscious of consious beings and you cant be rid of them without massively damaging people.
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>>4588901
I already know this. What I mean is that there is no reason to stop trying to kill them and their lesser daemons if we can help it. Ensuring that the Praiah cloning program doesn't get closed is a good start.
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>>4588901
That's false, they are more like parasite cancer Titans formed by entangled concepts in a selfdestructive, plain destructive, feedback loop. If you free the concepts by weakening the 4 via reason, logic and competently managed positive emotions, while at the same time giving a fuckhuge ammount of power to the Emperor so his will is prevalent in the warp, he can basically unmake them with the same ease that Slaanesh devoured the Eldar pantheon.
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>>4588882
>>4588886
Their main source of food is emotions and acts tied to their concepts, it's just that they also get a lot of power from torturing and corrupting souls until thet cannot feel anithing else than said concepts and then eating them or turning them into daemons. The Emperor's method wasn't totally off, just incomplete and not trutly refined
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>>4589058
>reason, logic and competently managed positive emotions
That isn’t as easy as you seem to think due to the nature of the warp. The warp makes so any concept can become a Chaos entity regardless of how benign it seems. You can thank the Old Ones, C’tan, Necrons, and Eldar for that. Ironically the most effective way of fixing the warp is religion, or belief if you’d rather call it that, since it helps define how the warp works. In theory it would be possible to create a religion that would drain away the power of Chaos and grant it to another entity.
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>>4589058
Mate, there is a chaos god of atheism and emps was in his way to beco w his avatar, you can't destroy the warp. The only hope there is to try and tame it to return to state it was before the old ones and necrons fucked everything up.
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>>4589099
>>4589101
Kek, we should go ballsdeep into The Journey then, which is totally not a philosophy-way of life-religion that channels any human desire of a higher power and purpose into Lieren, the Emperor and Mankind as a whole: Emps as the most enlightened being that has trascended his limitations and protects makind from danger so they can surpass their limits too. Lieren would be a quasi-enlightened being that is on the verge of trascending but stays in the mortal realm to teach and guide people, mankind as a concept would be reinforced and refined/improved naturally due to humans as a whole getting phisically, mentally and spiritually swole by following the "common sense, self improvement and spiritual enlightment for dummies" that Lieren will write. Even if we don't make it flawless, it's better than "Put oil in that cannon's barrel and fuck it so the machine spirit calms down and follows our commands" or "We are the Ordo Hereticus, I see that you are not wearing your reglamentary emperor-approved underwear, you are probably a Chaos cultist [BLAM]. Oh, hello Erebus, we were going investigate your background as a priest in a Chaos tainted world, but you probably praised the Emperor before even knowing about him, such a nice boy you are"
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BTW, I hope that QM doesn't follow Games Workshop example and avoids hitting everyone with the Magical Stick of Utter Retardedness. Or Wabbajack, it's the same really. When the Emperor started, he did things mostly alright, same about the Imperium. Then things went slowly to shit as more and more Primarchs and more and more humans in general went batshit insane.
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>>4589184
The journey is the best weapon against Chaos, even better than the Imperial Truth, because it exalts the positive sides of the 4. Khorne is also the god of honor and physical prowess, Nurgle of nature and acceptance of death, Tzeentech of hope and innovation, an Slannesh of swlf improvement and art.
The warp can't return exactly to the state it was before the War of the Heavens because the chaos gods didn't have sapiance nor sentience, but maybe if their negative sides bevome overshadowed by their positive they could chill out and the emperor could completw his webway project.
Also Malal must be proud of us, using aspects of chaos to fight chaos itself.
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>>4589184
It would be hilarious if Lieren's The Journey ends up as the foundation for the Imperial Cult instead of Lorgar's book.
actually how would Lorgar react to Lieren and his philosophy? if Lieren befriends Perturabo and maybe Angron while also driving Lorgar to a more enlightment base philosophy how would the Chaos Gods tip back the scale?
other than maybe turning some of the loyalists.
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>>4589207
Lorgar would probably scholar debate.
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>>4589210
Few knew that the real reason the Word Bearers were so slow in conquering the galaxie was because Lorgar spend so much time preparing for the next time him and Lieren meet so he can debate with him.
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>>4589184
>>4589200
>>4589207
The Journey, as great as it is, has one weakness. It lacks a predefinited god. While that doesn’t seem like an obvious weakness, you have remember that religions will spontaneously produce Chaos entities unless the warp energy has a target to congregate at (Imperial cult) or has multiple gods as potential candidates that could be the “god” of the religion (Machine cult). Being too vague on this produces Chaos entities.
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>>4589219
>The Journey becomes the god of paths, connecting it all.
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>>4589219
How about we create a theretical perfect person that follows the path, like some anectodes or parables. Make it obvious that it's just an example, but perhaps iy would create a face for the journey, so if it reaches emotiobal apoteosis the fake buddha wouldn't be corrupted. Or we just the Emperor, and the meme power of the enterity of humanity deletes his autism.
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>>4589243
I think that if we do that, it has to be the Emperor. No matter what claims he makes, he is a god and the Imperium recognizing him as such (or at least as a perfect, enlightened figure like the Buddha) further weakens Chaos.
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>>4589243
how about bouth, we write about the Emperor's life before or during the Age of Strife (and by that I mean we make things up)as a journey he took to enlightment before leading manking kind of like Siddhartha Gautama before he became Buddha thus we can give The Journey the Emperor's face while also filling it with parables of how everyone can become virtuous and enlightened.
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>>4589268
I don't know if Lieren would like making that big of a lie. We could write anecdotes about a theoritical The Journeyman, and hopefully the term or ideia, would become ingrained in the mind of the people, like the term good samaritan. That way it would be easy to say that the Emperor embody The Journeyman without making shit up or removing the euphoria his fedora gives him.
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Calling the vote now. Sorry for the wait

Return to the vishnu and explain how they can defeat the tiger men: 9
Explain to Jayesh you cannot sit this battle out anymore:6
Return to the Vishnu and reveal the inherit weakness presented by those abominable gems: 7


Alright, So Lieren will return to the Vishnu and explain to them the tactics necessary to defeat the tigermen, and the weakness of their elites present in the green gems in their throats, and also explain to Jayesh that he cannot sit out the battle due to the hidden threat/ enemy.

Writing now.

>>4589217
During the great crusade or after?
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>>4589260
The reason I think that directly deifing the Emperor through the Journey is a bad ideia is because he hates religion. I don't know which lore Malal is using, but judging by the existance of Malal, it can be the ones that were retconed or at least doubtfull. So there is a chance we are dealing with the Emperor that was Jesus, Buddha, Moses and the founder of most of the worlds religions, and became a reddit atheist when it didn't work, so he may become pissed and try to erase the Journey. If we do it in a roundabout way it can be atleast , and Lieren doesn't just become Lorgar 2.
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>>4589295
Post deleted the word deniable, fuck
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>>4589294
>During the great crusade or after?
Yes (now I'm imagining Lorgar on his deamon world writing his 673265th essay on why worshipping madness incarnate makes sense before Legion of the Damned Lieren beats his ass with Facts and Logic)
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>>4589306
"Foolishness, Lorgar, Foolishness. Virtue is everything, and without it you cannot stand against anything"
>Autistic Daemon screeching
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>>4589288
I think he would be willing to do so if the Heresy happens and Emps ends up on The Golden Throne but yeah writing a fictional Journeyman (which would be made into a divine figure by the masses and born as a warp entity kind of like a less autistic Emperor of SMTP's Philemon ) would fit Lieren but hey, if Emps opens up a little about his life we would definitley use that in the Journey.
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>>4589295
I doubt any of that will happen, considering Lorgar did much worse for a while and only got his toys smashed in when Emps found out, also in Lore im pretty sure emps causes religions without realising it bc of his retardness
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>>4589311
I distinctly remember that being from a prior thread, which pleases me.
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>>4589311
Ironically I can see us getting along famously with Lorgar simply for his diplomatic approach.
I imagine with both us and Magnus arguing for him, he might have a shot at redemption before it's too late.
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>>4588890
That is just one concept of the warp, there is other lore that states only actual sacrifice or genuinely amazing levels of excess action in the appropriate field reaches the gods.

This is one of these things that has arisen in 40k lore because so many different writers over such a long period have written so much on this. Made worse by the fact a bit of lore can exist and be not true in universe, because a lot of it is given from the knowledge of characters.

Gods can be killed. Fact. Gods are slow / difficult to form. Fact. There was a time with no gods. Fact. From these we can conclude that the elimination of the chaos gods is possible and potentially permanent if not effective permanently (given we're not dealing with a 20,000 year timescale (yet)).
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>>4589361
Magnus' folly was always and has always be his pride and attempts to do good, we can't change that.
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>>4589361
With how we are shaping Lieren i can imagine him being the one to keeping the family together and geting along with everyone.
Also given how some of the primarchs contrast/rival (Rogal vs Perturabo, Sanguinius vs Konrad, Magnus vs Russ) and us tipping the scale for the loyalists, how would the other missing primarch be ? with Lieren being humble, eficient and a bit Khorne-Tzeentch aligned he'd hate Fulgrim with passion, so with who would the 11th be left to contrast if any?
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>>4589384
I’d argue that Lieren contrasts with Alpharius more. Lieren’s eyes find the truth while Alpharius’ heads conceal it.
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>>4589384
makes me really wonder what's the 11th brother gonna be like.
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>>4589424
Probably an OC, so if I have to guess, a Jack Sparrow+Blackbeard+Captain Harlock guy from Carib, so the best f#king Space Admiral the universe has ever seen, that is also a badass space pirate who steals more shit than the Ravens and massively trolls the enemies of the Imperium, even more than TTS Rogal Dorn.
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Happy new year anons it's M02 021 where I live and it sounded like everyone was founded by the CIA.
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Wherever the original eyes of this abhorrent slave master may be, through all they look they cannot find you even if they are aware they are being stalked by a predator greater than any of the stolen bodies they puppet. It would be practical to seek out the controller and true master of the Tiger men, but it would not be wise. For if you cannot end their miserable existence before they call upon their servants and playthings, you would end up surrounded and attacked from all sides by an army commanded by one mind. And they are no men, their bodies are stronger and their hides thicker. A panther can be overcome by a horde of mice, it is sometimes said.

While you are quite confident that your strength and skill are both superior to any body commanded by this malign intelligence, it would be simply foolhardy to believe that even a giant could face an army alone, and emerge whole and unbroken. Might, endurance, durability, skill, it would all be as useless against a single-minded horde as armor formed of silk would be to a blade, as pointless as using gloves of ice to tend to a forge. It may be possible to remove the serpent's head with but one blow, but a single mistake would mean injury or perhaps even death. The original body of the invasive mind, remains hidden to even your eyes, even if you can feel its presence as clearly as you do the wind. And thus you cannot predict it's abilities or weaknesses.

Thus, your favored tactic of targeting the leadership and throwing their forces in disarray, cannot be employed safely or with certainty of success. To do battle with a foe you know nothing about, relying merely on knowledge of yourself would be utterly foolish. Which leaves only one avenue to bring about the rightful destruction of this abominable being, whatever it may be, and all of its works so foul and terrible that the mere sight fills you with a wrath so pure it has become serene. And that is to draw it out of hiding and render it incapable of calling upon its puppet army to defend itself. Which means you must rely on the Vishnu to launch simultaneous assaults upon the holdings of the Tiger people. Even though your thoughts scream to simply charge forth and render all the lay before you to naught but ash and embers, and spill the blood of the mastermind behind them.

Such disgusting trappings it keeps, such foul deeds it commits. The sight before you eyes feels you with further revulsion the longer you look upon it. The reason for the torments it commits within its throne room, and far outside of it, is unknown to you. But in the recesses of your mind, your imagination wildly crafts theories and explanations for the utter oddity of the morbid, almost ritualistic sight before your eyes. And each is more dreadful and grim than the last.
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>>4589453

Steeling your resolve and emptying your mind to keep from creating any further fantasies to explain what lays before you, you slip behind the pile of rubble fallen from the chthonic temples that your new quarry makes it lair among. Hidden in the safety of darkness once more, you fly through the shadows, making haste to escape the heart of the mountain and the sickening presence of its master.

The bone littered halls before the underground sanctuary are now stalked by its twisted servants, searching for a phantom of your presence. Escaping their notice is more difficult than it was on your march deeper into the earth, for they will now stop and huddle together, raising torches and strange glowing rods to shine into the darkness every five steps they take. But you would not claim the name Lieren if you could not avoid the attention of hunting parties yourself. With your inhuman grace and rapidity, you move through the constantly shifting shadows and darkness burned away by life, clinging to the walls of the cave to keep from making even the slightest sound with the fall of your feet.

And so, you are forced to make slow your retreat from the depths of the home of horror and abomination, moving as a bat would along the walls and ceiling of the cave, springing like a young cliff jumper or hare from stone to stone to keep from attracting the attention of the patrols summoned in response to your bold intrusion. Like a carp, you swim through the shadows beyond the vision of even the sharpest eyes and brightest of lights. To fight in such an enclosed space would prove difficult and most troublesome. For you cannot kill the creatures hunting you, if one set of eyes falls upon you, all of them shall know and converge upon you. Like a swarm of ants.

That unsettling thought serves well to hone your focus and keep you cautious in returning to the surface and sunlight once more. the return journey takes longer than the trip into the heart of the mountain did and for good reason. To move any faster would risk discovery, and thus be courting death. The light of the sun filtered through the thinner fog above the forest itself does not burn your eyes as you approach the cave mouth you entered the warrens through, despite the time you spent within complete darkness.

Skirting to the edge of the opening, you avert your eyes from the horrors present upon the surface as well, soothing your raging mind with the fact that soon you shall right the wrongs within the village and save what can be saved. Scaling the sheer wall of stone and dirt, you vanish along the mountainside, and to be certain you will not be tailed or even noticed, you hike a bit further along its height. Then, turning around, walk back down the mountain out of sight of any of the Tiger people, be they puppets or merely those enslaved by their former kin.
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>>4589455

With the utmost haste, you return to your loyal steed, some distance away from where your first spotted the hunting party that led you to the village and the true danger presented by these creatures. Or rather, their master.

The Vishnu must be gathered now, all you must do is track them down. And finding an army will be a task of such ease, that breathing would be more difficult to accomplish. The depths of the Bone devouring forest no longer seem as hellish, after what you have witnessed above them, so close to the heavens yet so far away.
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Aruna's mind was filled with dreams of the coming battle, scenes that may come or may not, none of them fantastical. His warriors instinct merely entertained his mind and kept his burning desire to enter battle subdued as he waited for the command to march forward and slaughter the monster's that took his sister and father from him. It was nothing new, he had imagined the day of shedding the blood of these beastmen since the day he could walk, but now his desire was fueled by wrath and a thirst for blood and death. For revenge. The blade in his hand felt so heavy, and didn't seem as though it were sharp enough for the work required of it. It gleamed in the darkness cast by the towering trees of its home, so polished now that he could see his own reflection within the metal. Sweat gathered in his palms as his grip tightened, and he straightened his stance and clenched his jaw. So close, so close, so very close. Retribution within his grasp, glory just ahead, release so near. It was maddening, his body shivered with anticipation, his scars ached with every moment that passed, waiting for the call to battle to sounded.

A day of legend, a gift given by a stranger with golden eyes and a voice so soothing it had calmed the fire raging within his heart when he spoke. It had tamed the gift of his ancestors that surged through his mighty veins, the rage that had kept him alive when his other brothers were devoured by the jungle that they were born into. It was odd, but not unsettling. What was unsettling, was the anticipation, the waiting. It felt as though he'd turn rapid if it continued much longer, he was so close to avenging the wrongs to his kin and shame laid upon their shoulders. It was like seeing a piece of meat snatched from his hands. It turned his mind feverish and weak, this waiting. Surrounded by old foes, rivals, family members and brothers in arms.

He wanted to run, to rush and charge into the fray, the first to glory and the first to die to rejoin his slain kin. It was such a tempting fate, a promising future. If he just stepped forward, he could be remembered in legend and freed of the pain within his heart. But, he could not. Jayesh was too imposing to go against his command, and...that hunter's voice so soothing, so promising. He no longer wished to die in glory, despite the urge boiling within his soul, he wanted to survive.
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>>4589416
While it's true Lieren contrasts with the twins I still think that if he has to hate any primarch it would be Fulgrim (also some anon suggested that Lieren would know instantly wheter he is talking to Alpharius or Omegon and I love the idea).

>>4589437
With us maybe taking anti-warp warfare void combat would be a likely possibility and if that is the case the Drop Side Massacre and the Sige of Terra are going to be worst.
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>>4589457

He had hope that he could survive, that he would not become a meal or wither away.

And that, was unsettling.

Aruna sighed and tried to control himself, glancing around at his kinfolk, the descendants of the other battalions the tiger folk's own ancestors dragged into this hell. Each one so similar yet so different to his own. He had butchered a few of them, and they had butchered his fellows as well. Yet here they stood, united by hatred, spite and the mere possibility of finally obtaining revenge. How strong they were now, no longer did those beasts seem like an undefeatable foe. If the two calamities could be bested in combat, then so could they. The stain upon his people's honor and blood could finally be washed clean, and perhaps, just perhaps, the fighting could stop.

Stop? What an odd thought? Why would he want that? battle was glorious and yet...suddenly, Aruna felt tired, like he had grown old in an instant. If there could be an escape from this hell, would he leave it? All his life has been a battle, and now there was a possibility it wouldn't need to be anymore. and that was an unsettling thought, what would he be without conflict? without struggle? The nameless hunter had acted so strangely, giving to others who had not earned their meals, those who would soon pass and didn't need to be fed. A waste of resources sustaining a doomed life, yet he did it freely. And he so strong, so might, more imposing than Jayesh himself. No, not imposing, terrifying. The Giant scared Aruna, not because of what he could do, but because of what he was.

He could easily kill Aruna, he could have slain Jayesh before the elder had a chance to draw his own ancestral blade. He would be an indomitable foe if met in battle and yet...and yet he was merciful and unnecessarily caring, foolishly kind and selfishly generous and yet. And yet he was stronger than any of them. It was admirable and horrifying. If he could be so mighty and still care for the useless and meek, then...what did that mean of the First? Of the others? It was unsettling. Their ways were necessary, the weak couldn't survive here, they did not deserve respect or care for merely being alive. And yet.

A noise drew Aruna out of his thoughts, to his own relief, it was a gasp of mortal terror, of a man he had once fought off during a raid in his own village. A man who he took two fingers that he once wore as a necklace. He knew his voice, for he was something of an acquittance of his. Looking up to see why he had suddenly made such a pathetic noise.

He saw the Giant, who had somehow appeared before the gathered army without so much as a sound to announce his presence as he approached the great flat clearing. His golden eyes burned as he observed the rest of the gathered tribes with an almost casual curiosity.

A few unsheathed their blades, some shouted. None fled. The giant ignored them as he walked towards The First and Jayesh himself.
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>>4589460

Aruna's mind shuddered as the strange man's shadow fell upon him, a sense of alien fear creeping into his mind as Jayesh looked up at him and his companion.

"I was expecting you to return, of Mighty hunter" Jayesh spoke to the giant as though he was an respected friend, despite his somewhat strange ways. Aruna felt sorrow that he would not fight alongside such a great man, he may cause him to think bad thoughts but, he was a pleasant sort. And talking to him was so strangely soothing.

"What wisdom do you bring to me, what knowledge can me and my brothers use to bring an end to our enemy?" The elder asked as the giant gripped the hilt of his odd sword, that stood as tall as a man. If he wanted to, he could kill all of them, and none of them could stop them. What an amazing man. Yet he was a soft heart. It didn't make sense to Aruna. Yet he could not help feeling an strange fondness for the man. Like kinship of a sort.

"The tactic which I foresee being the most effective means to achieve victory against the forces that shall rally against the alliance of your people, would be to once again splinter and separate, a massed army will meet a similar force" The giant said calmly, with an urgency to his voice "And much as your people lived apart and separate from each other, divided by loyalty and bloodlines, the tiger people dwell within many villages and camps"

Jayesh nodded as Aruna watched from behind him with the rest of his most honored warriors.

"However, they stand as one, while you remain divided except through shared spite" He continued speaking, lowering his head as he continued locking his gaze with Jayesh's own "The tunnels in the mountains, a road between each of their pockets of resistance, a sprawling fortress beneath stone and soil"

"And how will splitting our forces deal with that obstacle?" Jayesh asked simply, closing his eyes as the giant sighed, and smile cordially

"Simple, an army cannot be reinforced if all of its elements are assaulted at once, a simultaneous attack upon all or simply most of these encampments would cripple their ability to respond to force, with force" The hunter explained, standing to his full, towering height as he did so, glancing over the army. He was counting every man and woman gathered to wage war.

"It will be difficult, but I know that will not deter a single one of you, all of the groups shall fight against equal or greater numbers than their own, which is better than a cohesive army fighting against an overwhelming force"

Jayesh grunted and then sighed before nodding his head once.

"Yes, yes that would be better. Truly you possess a rare genius" He laughed "is that all the knowledge you gleamed in your hunting? or is this the extent of your aid"

The giant paused and shook his head slowly, pressing his hands together.
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>>4589462

"No, I discovered a weakness of the greatest of their warriors, they are empowered by a strange gem" The giant continued. Jayesh's eyes flashed with fear and Aruna felt a weight crawl down his throat towards his bowels. It looks like the elder knows exactly what the giant speaks of.

"Is...is the gem as green as a new grown tree's leaves?" Jayesh asks, the other elders standing with their warriors glancing towards the giant now as they hear their equal speak to him "Does it devour light? does it burn like a heated piece of iron?"

"Yes" The giant replied, not looking the least bit surprised "they have it placed within their necks, and it magnifies their strength and twists their bodies and mind. If they can be destroyed or removed, the strength granted by them shall vanish with them"

"Do you know where they have found these gems?" Jayesh asks hurriedly, eyes wide with panic. The giant shakes his head slowly once again.

"I do not, unfortunately, and also must ask that I be allowed to renege on the promise I gave to you before I set off to study the tiger folk" The giant speaks, his tone serious and stern, as hard as steel and near as threatening as a blade "For I have found an enemy of my own, that poses a danger to the all lands beyond the Bone devouring forest and my own people"

Jayesh doesn't respond, so the giant continues talking.

"I believe it to be kin to an enemy of mine, that was more terrible than ground eater or burning lasher" He says, his voice quiet yet powerful "The only being upon Shangrala to ever scar me. Something to contemptible and dangerous for me to stand aside as a mere advisor and tactician, oh mighty Jayesh"

"How do you know so much?" Jayesh muttered, his old eyes distant and filled with weakness, something that Aruna had never seen in all his years of life "You said you come from nowhere, yet you seem aware of everything, and speak as though all knowledge is within your grasp. How do you know so much?"

"The mind is a far greater weapon than any blade, Jayesh. But will you accept this change in our agreement?" The giant asked kindly yet his words carried an unspoken threat

"Yes damn you, keep your secrets if you must, but if an enemy of yours lies among ours, I shall not shame you by slaying them myself" Jayesh hissed, gripping his sword tightly and bowing his head "And I shall not have you shed the blood of our foes"

"Worry not, I seek only to hunt my quarry, I have no interest in glory to be won nor the thrill of battle" The giant spoke, as his eyes filled with an inhuman hatred and disgust, something that made Aruna feel like a child, so very small and weak "I am hunter before I am a warrior, if things go as I predict them to, I shall not need to step into the fray of your battle"

"Then you have my blessing" Jayesh said quietly, knowing as Aruna and all others knew that the giant did not need it.
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>>4589464

"Thank you" is all the tall man said before he turned his back to Jayesh and walked beside him "then I shall not delay march any longer"

Aruna looked at the hunter from nowhere's back, as his mind once again became filled with the unsettling question.

If he can care for the weak and useless and be so strong, what does that say about the ways of my people?
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The mountain stands before you, the Vishnu have scattered, now led by the most veteran of their warriors, the stand in the forest and just beneath the mountain range itself, waiting for Jayesh to give the signal to the other leaders of the tribes to begin the attack. The old warrior himself seems haunted, it is clear to you that he knows of that corrupting stone, as do all the other aged chieftains among the forces of the alliance he was able to muster and bind together. However they know it, it was enough to make Vishnu afraid, something you had not seen before then.

Death itself does not scare the Vishnu, maiming does not scare the Vishnu. Torture and torments of the cruelest variety do not scare the vishnu. But the mere mention of the gem terrifies these old veterans of this green hell. Confirming what you already knew, the green crystals are affronts to nature and all that is good in the world. That, combined with the chieftains of similar age captured in the heart of the mountains, leads you to believe that whatever is now controlling to the Tiger people knows the Vishnu and they know it. And it has a grudge against them.

Aruna, also seemed troubled, but by some internal conflict. A few of his fellow warriors did as well. Worrying about something, thinking and pondering. Perhaps they have already began to consider the end of their cruel ways. Perhaps it is a mere matter of pride.

But, in mere moments, the charge to the camps shall begin, and you can burn the horridness of them away from the face of Shangrala.

How will you approach the battle, Lieren?
> Remain on the outskirts of the city, using Jayesh and his warriors to draw out your prey's greatest weapon, the king of the tigers.
> Use your sharp vision to bark commands and warning to the Vishnu in battle.
>The second the puppets are distracted, charge into the tunnels
> Join the battle and slay any who would come against you, without shedding their blood, thus keeping your promise
> Write in?
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>>4589466
Question, what do we have on our horse right now?
Specifically, do we have gunpowder?
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>>4589466
> Join the battle and slay any who would come against you, without shedding their blood, thus keeping your promise
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>>4589471
Lieren brought the supplies he needed for the journey through the BDF and to end the threat of the Mao. Including what amounts to a primitive breeching charge, so he wouldn't have to just bash down the walls of their castle if it came down to it, or if he came across something else that needed to be blown up.

so yeah, there's some gunpowder among your supplies
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>>4589474
Do we have enough to make improvised fireworks?
I want to create something we can use to signal the tribes once we infiltrate the main Tiger camp.
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>>4589477
The Vishnu do have horns to blow to announce the beginning of their attack to each other, as in the last post they're waiting for Jayesh to give the signal to begin their attack on all of the tiger camps

And yes you do, more than enough since its meant to put a hole in a stone wall large enough to fit a Lieren
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>>4589481
So all we need to do is give Jayesh the go ahead. Alright I have my write-in
>>4589466
>Make an improvised firework to signal Jayesh once you've infiltrated the Tiger People's stronghold
This lets us strike at the Tiger King immediately while their forces are trying to figure out what's happening.
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>>4589466
> Join the battle and slay any who would come against you, without shedding their blood, thus keeping your promise
Let's join in but go directly to our prey and we can fight whoever comes at us with a flaming torch so we can bash and burn them
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>>4589466
>The second the puppets are distracted, charge into the tunnels
>>4589459
Ironically, I think that Lieren would find the most common ground out of all the primarchs with Fulgrim, after they get to know each other better, of course. They had both landed in a destitute and dying place and they both saved their home through tireless labour for the sake of their people. It’s just that Fulgrim enjoys luxury a bit too much for Lieren’s taste.
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>>4589466
>Once the puppets are distracted, rush past into the caves.

Come on guys. "Technicality promises"? Really?
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>>4589495
Actually, I will add
>Use our sharp vision to aid the vishnu

Until the way is clear enough for us to charge through
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>>4589466
>>4589466
>> Use your sharp vision to bark commands and warning to the Vishnu in battle.
Until we see an opportune moment to rush in and then
>>The second the puppets are distracted, charge into the tunnels
as funny an image it is that Lieren beat a bunch of tiger people to death I don't think the Vishnu will appreciate Fey trickery.
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>>4589502
We could probably just employ the Carp style to just swim through the hordes.
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>>4589503
Yes, but that isnt Fey trickery (ie keeping the letter rather than the spirit)

We would just be gliding through a sea of feints if and dodge counters.
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>>4589466
> Remain on the outskirts of the city, using Jayesh and his warriors to draw out your prey's greatest weapon, the king of the tigers.
> Use your sharp vision to bark commands and warning to the Vishnu in battle.
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>>4589525
You guys want to lie to khornates, any respect the Vishnu had for us will be replaced with disgust.
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>>4589528
we told them we had a quarry, just that we wouldn't kill Tiger people, going after the Elder Brain thing.
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>>4589533
And how that means killing tiger people but without shedding blood, so they technically can't complain?
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>>4589488
That is why their dynamic will be so intresting to see, Fulgrim is everything Lieren hates and admires: a visionary that worked tirelessly to better the lives of everyone but after that was done he lost himself in ephemeral beauty and the delusion that perfection can be achieved. Lieren knows that he has limits, he may not know them but he knows that they exist and that he must find them, he knows that self improvement is an endless Journey and that nothing is perfect.
To him Fulgrim would be someone who had so much potential and he wasted it the moment he saw that damned sword.
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>>4589536
ID codes are a thing man, were on the same side of this. I though you were talking about the main dude, not the normal Tigers
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>>4589551
Sorry, when I wrote my reply there were just 2 dudes saying to go to battle, didn't even check your ID.
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>>4589459
>some anon suggested that Lieren would know instantly wheter he is talking to Alpharius or Omegon and I love the idea
I could see that being a thing

> Use your sharp vision to bark commands and warning to the Vishnu in battle.
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>>4589565
I could see a really funny scenario where he knows somethings off, but can't figure out what, and Alpha and Omega both play dumb and basically gaslight us about it.
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You know what I appreciate about the Vishnu and other martial cultures? They are so used to violence solving everything that they can truly understand how peculiar Lieren is nearly instantly. Or much quicker than anyone else.
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>>4589466
Supporting >>4589502
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>>4589466
>> Use your sharp vision to bark commands and warning to the Vishnu in battle.
>>The second the puppets are distracted, charge into the tunnels
It occurs to me that if we are the anti-chaos primarch we all seem to believe we are, the geneseed of our legion might allow for the creation of artificial pariahs, like the Ferrymen of the Grey Knights. Though we haven't shown any Pariah-like traits (although the ease at which we kill daemons could be partially attributed to a low-level, passive null field), I think it would be an interesting analogue to Magnus's geneseed, which can create or awaken powerful, latent psykers.
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>>4589657
I don’t think you understand psyker nulls. For one you can’t produce null fields and be psyker, that’s one of the few things that GW has been consistent on and space marines are inherently warp based thus noone made into a space marine is a blank (though there are processes that can change that).
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>>4589657
That might not be the case. The demons or corrupted humans we've killed might be lower tier demons instead of lords or greater daemons.
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>>4589664
I don't think you read my post carefully enough. For one, it's those very processes of change I'm referring to. The "maybe our geneseed could let us make something like the Ferrymen" bit should've been the dead giveaway.
>>4589668
You have a point. This is purely speculative, bordering on just thinking about something that would be cool. Perhaps our upcoming fight will shed some light on the subject.
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>>4589674
>maybe our geneseed could let us make something like the Ferrymen
FFS the Eldar can make stuff like the Ferrymen just look at the Solitaire. It wouldn’t be a unique quirk of Lieren’s geneseed.
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>>4589674
If you think about it, this world would already be fucked if those were greater demons Liernen slain. As in massive cult followings and larger terraforming. He also can't be anything close to the equivalent of a blank since if he were he'd be super hated on since people don't like blanks on an extinctual level.
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>>4589466

> Remain on the outskirts of the city, using Jayesh and his warriors to draw out your prey's greatest weapon, the king of the tigers.
> Use your sharp vision to bark commands and warning to the Vishnu in battle
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>>4589694
>If the eldar can do it, we can't have it as our geneseed stick.

>Yet again Mangus is cucked.
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>>4589716
It’s a psyker quirk. Psykers, for some reason, can be turned into blanks.
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>>4589694
The Eldar don't have geneseed.
No other primarch's geneseed can create pariah astartes, from psykers or otherwise.
If our geneseed can, that ability make it unique.
>>4589702
I never thought the toad dragon or these woodland fuckers were greater daemons or anything. Regardless, this planet is either warp-touched or has some sketchy archeotech shit going on, I doubt the fog is natural and daemons seem overly-present. As for why we aren't hated, an incredibly unlikely but fun answer would be because everyone on this planet is, to some degree, a pariah. Or Emps found a way to make a Pariah palatable for people with souls. But again, this is entirely speculation.
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>>4589720
Or you’re just doing mental gymnastics to just convince people your bullshit is true.
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>>4589720
>>4589722
Tbf it's only speculations. Despite the near impossibility of his theory, it's not absolutely out of the range of possibility.

Until the GM confirms or denys it.
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>>4589722
>Hey guys, what do you think about _? I think that'd be cool. Totally rough speculation though, bordering on an idea I just like the sound of.
>"Look at this retard and his mental gymnastics! Don't fall for his lies!"
With every post you make I become more and more convinced either semi-illiterate or existing in a reality entirely your own. Next time I pose a seemingly open question or comment in this thread, assume you're the exception and do not respond.

>>4589733
Not even speculation I really believe. Just spitballing possibilities.
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>>4568748
HAPPY NEW YEARS.

NEW
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>>4589756
You really getting that butthurt from a rendom on the internet?
>>4589783
Happy new year to you too anon..
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>>4589790
You were the one who sperged out when people mentioned green energy. You were the one who, out of nowhere (presumably spite over the previous altercation) decided to go after me for posting a theory, which I prefaced as being unlikely and the product of nothing more than wishful thinking. Whenever you've found yourself backfooted, you resort to "Whatever, man, I'm just here for the quest" or "I don't care" or "shut up," uncaring of the hypocrisy or evidence to the contrary. THAT seems like being butthurt. You might find the phrase "people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones" familiar. Think on it. I commend you for getting this many (you)s out of me. This will be the last, god willing.

>>4589783
Likewise, Anon. May it be happier than this one, at bare minimum.
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>>4589783
Y-you too

>>4589790
>>4589814
I've lost track of what's what in this particular topic, but what I do know is that thermal and solar power is viable if lasweapon power packs are of any indication. High tech solar panels for the win!
I think there was also something about the power packs on space marines having an additional compartment for a foldable solar panel thing to charge their suits?
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>>4589843
Lasweapon power packs for sure, that bit about space marine power armor is new to me though. Seems like something Cawl would slip into the Mark X, so I believe you. Of course, we haven't even touched upon taking the Samuel Hayden route and using the pure, limitless, and clean-burning energy of the Warp itself... A literally flawless plan if ever I've seen one.
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>>4589843
SOLAR POWER IS NOT VIABLE

there is a fog that incapsulates this planet. it stretches to far above our head. Malal has never given an answer as to how high the fog goes. unless we start building towers no solar panel will reach enough sunlight for it to ever be a viable option.

if our eyes can't properly see the sun than no technology will.
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>>4589888
We know it doesn't block out all of the sun's light though. Hell, enough reaches the ground to result in rather abundant plant life, I'd think enough would reach the ground to charge a power pack. Also checked.
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>>4589888
Solar panels are viable. you just don't believe in them enough.
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>>4589888
If there's enough light for plants, there's enough light for panels.
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>>4589466
>>Once the puppets are distracted, rush past into the caves.
Lets not be a dick and go against the spirit of a promise. Come on thats just insulting
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>>4589901
This is a setting that has entire species of frogs that evolved into nukes. Let’s not make assumptions about how the plants work.
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>>4589466
>> Use your sharp vision to bark commands and warning to the Vishnu in battle.
>>The second the puppets are distracted, charge into the tunnels
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https://youtu.be/2rVdEhyMR6A
Serious question. Why use solar energy when we could use atomspheric energy generation? Solar energy only works when the sun is up and requires more space on top of being more fragile. Atomspheric energy is only really dependent on how high you can build. Coupled with a basic heating system all energy needs could be easily fulfilled. This would also work well in an arcology.
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>>4589992
We should make satellites with what the lasgun packs are made off and put them in a locked orbit always facing the sun. I still don't understand why all this debate about energy sources when we could just use a Warhammer scyfy version all of them integrated into the structure of our cities/buildings for maximum energy production. Lieren is a smart guy, he can manage.
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>>4590017
I think we're trying to get something a little more immediate for electricity. I personally think hydro-electric power is doable directly after our current conquest.
Plus for the large scale it works as well as the only two missing pieces are strong magnets and concrete. Concrete should be a snap considering the romans were able to manufacture it.
As a byproduct it'd also allow us a way to pop up strong structures in a fraction of the time it'd take beforehand.
As for industrial strength magnets I'm unsure of how we'd go about creating those. We'd probably have to rely on strong natural magnets at first.
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>>4590025
https://www.lowtechmagazine.com/2020/05/thermoelectric-stoves-ditch-the-solar-panels.html
Thermoelectric power is a better one. Quick and easy to set up as well as serving multiple purposes though it might not be as great for large scale projects like factories.
> As for industrial strength magnets I'm unsure of how we'd go about creating those. We'd probably have to rely on strong natural magnets at first.
https://www.dowlingmagnets.com/blog/2017/how-are-magnets-made-and-what-are-they-made-of/
https://youtu.be/qed4ynPYVIA
You aren’t getting strong natural magnets easily.
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>>4590025
I agree, hydroelectric and wind should be the easiest. Windmills have been used to mill grain for hundreds of years, so that technology shouldn't be too far out of reach. Once we find out how to generate electricity with movement, we can hook our device up to windmills and get it done that way. Once we find out how to waterproof a windmill, we can apply the same concept under the water, or perhaps on a smaller scale in rivers.
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>>4589938
You assume that you assume that's how plants work? Preposterous! That is infact how plants work! Through nukes and sunlight!

>>4589992
Seems legit, sure?

>>4590017
In personally worried about trying not to turn the planet into a toxic dust ball.
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>>4589901
There's enough light for plants on Earth (which you may notice does not have an ever present fog) and we're barely able to get solar panels (and green energy in general) to be viable.
>>4589992
at around 3 min in the video he says that it generates very little electricity. Not even enough to power an RC car.
>>4590036
This as well has a very low energy output (around 5%) the rest is burned off as heat. They're counting it because you can heat the space, but you wont be able to power things at a 5% conversion rate. Also you'd have to constantly burn things to keep it powered and I don't picture Lieren approving of deforestation
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>>4590348
Fair points but to start with we can’t really make powerful motors/engines without magnets or fossil fuels and magnets require electricity. And to be fair to the video the set up is the minimum, the maximum is 50 km and that would easily generate enough energy to power a building. On the note of the stoves, that’s for domestic use. Besides what are people going to use electricity for besides lights at this point when the main religion is against self-indulgence?
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>>4590348
Green energy is a go! Let's do it!

>>4590442
Laser based weaponry, personal or public transportations, machinery. I kinda hope we get to explore space before the imperium arrives.
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>>4590443
While space travel might be a bit much I think Lieren might be able to bring at the very least a mid 19th century level of industry on Shangrala before he is found by Emps.
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>>4590443
My most ardent wish is for Lieren to become zen Captain Planet.

>>4590443
That seems to be a pretty rare occurrence, even for primarchs with a more technological disposition. To my recollection, Dorn, the Twins, and Roblox Gilligan were the only three/four to make it to space pre-recovery and none of them (though we don't really know what the Twins' deal was) did it by uplifting their homeworld to such a degree. It's more a matter of time than ability though, if we got tossed out of the recovery order (3rd in canon), then maybe we can make it to the moon or the rest of the system if we really push it.
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>>4590443
I doubt we’ll get that far unless we find archeotech for it or fully embrace Promethium and plow full force ahead.
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>>4590475
> That seems to be a pretty rare occurrence, even for primarchs with a more technological disposition. To my recollection, Dorn, the Twins, and Roblox Gilligan were the only three/four to make it to space pre-recovery and none of them (though we don't really know what the Twins' deal was) did it by uplifting their homeworld to such a degree. It's more a matter of time than ability though, if we got tossed out of the recovery order (3rd in canon), then maybe we can make it to the moon or the rest of the system if we really push it.
Reminders of this old thing.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Lost%20Primarch%20Quest
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>>4590482
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Lost%20Primarch%20Quest
based
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>>4590482
2015 really was a quest golden age. Then 2016 came around and Crusty Jones died irl. Herald of the collapse, I suppose.
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>>4590494
I’m still depressed over all the dead quests I use to follow.
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>>4590520
same
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>>4590482
reading though that quest and came across this.

>So thinking on how our legion will work, it's quite clear to me that it will be focused on the decisive strike.

>We are geniuses at planning, but it can take us a while to reach the optimum solution. A perfect plan, which accounts for nearly anything. Once that solution is reached, we move with explosive speed and violence of action and perfectly concentrated force in key locations. These locations are quickly overrun, and the advantage we created to its extent.

feels like he could be describing Lieren
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>>4590600
Well, you aren’t wrong. Sol is similar personality and approach wise but different motive wise.
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>>4590520
I'm still sad about void quest
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>>4590645
what's that?
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>>4590520
It gets to a man. Homeless Mutant, Clone Wars, and House Malroy quests are the ones I mourn the most. I have some degree of hope for the latter two, maybe some day they'll come back.
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>>4590645
Is Void Quest the one in the Worm universe?
https://parahumans.wordpress.com/
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>>4590658
Nope.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Void%20Quest
The QM moved to Akun if I remember correctly.
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>>4590520
i miss banished quest, first one i followed on tg
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>>4590682
>tg
Anyway I was around before banished, specifically when papanurgle was still around.
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>>4590660
>Akun
Please don't remind me of that place.
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I wonder what Exabyte is up to now days, I still have fond memories of Dave
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>>4590651
man HMQ was great, RIP
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>>4590803
>we will never have Joyce team up with us and our newly-expanded gang of subway mutants to tear Creeper several consecutive new ones
>we will never make up with our hypercute ninja assassin mutant girlfriend
>we will never pop Kimura's skull like a ripe tomato with our totally-not-phoenix-force powers for what she did to our hypercute ninja assassin mutant girlfriend
>we will never go riastrad and eat Typhon while Cudda watches with a bucket of popcorn
First thing I'm doing in Heaven is finding Crusty and having him pick up right where he left off for all of us dearly departed elegan/tg/entlemen.
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>>4590825
Something about his mutation level up process was so good. There was so much conversation about what would be the best power

Becoming a flying, photosynthesizing stealth elf was such a fun evolution from just a guy with weird eyes and chameleon skin
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>>4590897
I loved the "spirited debate" that ensued whenever we got an x-point. And we hadn't even unlocked the final mutation tier. A flying, photosynthesizing stealth elf with cosmic fuck-off powers was just around the corner. Plus you could tell the man put an asston of thought into his universe as well, made it distinct from 616. And he had writing skill in spades, how he made Laura so damn cute is beyond me. Only the good die young though, I'm just grateful he foreshadowed enough to get an idea as to how things were gonna go down. Still would've rather watched it all play out, that goes without saying.
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>>4590772
Why not check his twitter?
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Alright calling the vote now. Sorry for the skipped day and wait, and happy new years.

Join the battle, shed no blood: 2
Make an improvised fire work to signal jayesh after you've infiltrated the mountain:1
When the puppets are distracted, charge into the tunnels: 7
Use your sharp vision to warn the vishnu of danger and bark commands: 8
Wait for the Slavemaster to send out its greatest weapon:2

Alright, so Lieren will use his eyes to aid the Vishnu fighting beneath Jayesh's command, until a chance to enter the tunnel system unmolested presents itself

Writing now.
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You remain at the back of the gathered warriors, shadowing them and keeping your distance from the camp itself. Partially to remain hidden, and partially to keep from seeing the sights and horrors within its walls from defiling your eyes once more, before they can be dealt with and purged from Shangrala and forgotten. The gathered Vishnu of the first stand rallied behind Jayesh, with an unexpected organization considering their character and society. It must be a remnant of the army their ancestors were part of before the Yan led them into the hell named the bone devouring woods. A structured triangle formation, designed to keep their forces from being surrounded in the march to their enemy's home, a spear point to break through their lines and keep them open for further attack. It is a tactic that relies on an offensive action to maintain its defense. Lai song uses a similar formation to overrun and overwhelm his enemies. Yin Lei used a similar method to breach the walls of a rebellious family who have been stricken from all records in a fit of pique and spite by the year dead Gao Liwei, though the point of his spear head was formed of rams backed by catapults.

It is an effective way to wage war, and for the vishnu, will allow them to break their formation after it has served its purpose with more ease than they could with other shapes. A simple tactic, yet a versatile and quite effective one from your own experience. Jayesh stands, dressed in armor forged of steel and in similar style to that worn by the tiger men's best warriors, though noticeably less ornate and poorly maintained. Though he goes without a breast plate, leaving his web of painted scars exposed. A steel helmet styled like a ox's head sits on his shoulders, which are similarly bare. Truly all that is armored are his legs and arms, all else is exposed and vulnerable. Thus is the way of Vishnu, most of their warriors have even cast aside what little clothing they have and now fight entirely nude except the war paint applied to them by the elders of their tribe.

Even the woman among their forces, it would prove troublesome to integrate them into your own forces, knowing the desires that lay within the hearts of most men. A most curious and confounding custom, though considering the hardiness of a Vishnu warrior, it is not as suicidal as it would be if a man of Yan were to march to war dressed in only what he wore at his birth. It is still incredibly bold and foolish, however, and because of this tradition to to battle unarmored and now unclothed, many warriors who otherwise would have survived the engagement will meet their end, be it a quick death through a felling blow, or a tortuously slow one via the infection and sickness certain to follow even the smallest of cuts in the oppressive heat of the north.
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>>4591237

Jayesh, after waiting some moments to draw his own steel sword, that glowed with ripples of lighter metal than seemed to dance in the low light of morning, because of the inclusion of darker curls of steel that lined the blade as well. He took a deep breath, his old, withered hands raising the blade high above his head. The fog and morning mists swirl around its edge, as if it were trying to grasp the sharpened steel. He holds this position for sometime longer. Rigid as a stone statue, abandoned and forgotten by men and their memory. From the angle you observe the aged warrior from, you can just see him close his eyes, basking in the few rays of sunlight that can pierce through the shield of the canopy and ever present and ever oppressive fog.

He releases his breath, rolling his tongue over his sharpened teeth and into the gaps where they have fallen out through injury and age. You can tell what he's doing now, he's preparing himself to die. He's old. Very old. Older than even your father Wenyan or teacher Guozhi. He has spent his entire life embroiled in a fight for survival, he has known nothing but struggle. It is clear, that if there is an escape from the lifestyle his people have lived for generations, he will not be able to change and adapt to it.

He is too set in his ways. It's obvious to your eyes, the look of bittersweet joy in his eyes and the confident grin that glints with artificial fangs. No matter the outcome of the battle, Jayesh intends to find his death in it. Just like Great Cui Fu, the most talented and gifted warrior you ever did battle with, he intends to welcome his death with one final dance of steel and blood.

Respectable. No doubt Shangrala shall lose another master of combat by the time the sun sets upon her hills and valleys. No doubt others will follow him to the grave, whether by choice or simple misfortune. A last hurrah of the long lost sons of the Vishnu. What songs would be sung of this day.

Smiling, a certain warmth fills your chest. Its name is admiration, and you know its touch well. Then Jayesh lashes his sword down, a trained movement, in a duel it would be lethal with its speed and precision.


"Aruna, my son, sound the call" He says, his voice serene and measured, with a look of peace and acceptance in his eyes "Let the final battle of my generation begin. May we be remembered by those who come after us, and may your generation find the peace and comfort denied too the many who proceeded them. Sound the call, my son, and let us end our curse, one way or another"

Aruna bows his head, no doubt noticing his leader's intention as you have. No doubt all of the Vishnu know they are following the lead of men and women seeking to make their own graves and die gloriously in battle. To Yan, it'd be madness to follow seekers of death, but to the Vishnu.
To the Vishnu it is one of the greatest honors they can find in life. How strange, yet how admirable. Such loyalty, such dignity.
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>>4591239

It would bring a tear to your eye, if you were not so focused on the duty that lay before you.

The battle you must win this day, to ensure the safety of all your brothers and sisters born upon the lands of Shangrala. The master of the living puppets, the Slave taker, the foulest being you have ever felt the presence of thus far. Your enemy, you may not know their face or name, or even what form they take, but they are you most terrible foe. And by the end of the day, they would lie dead beneath your feet, or you will have failed all you know and strive to uphold.

It cannot escape, it cannot survive, it must die.

With a excited cry, the vishnu march forward, charging with bare feet and chests towards the mountain path that will lead them to their last remaining ancestral foe. You follow after them, hearing them shout their oaths and scream for revenge for fallen friends and family. Jayesh leads the charge, his age slowing his movements, but despite his weakness he does not fall behind the pack that follows behind him.

If he did, he would be trampled to death. You just take long strides and keep up with the furious warriors without much effort or energy spent, eyes focused beyond them, on the vague presence of your enemy hidden somewhere behind theirs. The screeching call of other Vishnu pierces their ever growing clamor for battle, which inspires them fury filled warriors to scream louder, their words turning into nonsense and curses against the horde that awaits them. You put your hands behind your back, intertwining your fingers and clasping them together as you follow the fearless charge of the Vishnu, never too far behind them, never letting Jayesh leave your sight.

As the camp you came upon comes into sight, The Vishnu almost turn feral at the sights that had so enraged and disgusted you. The hides of their people, the scent of cooking flesh, the cries of children, women and men alike. A few of them begin to froth at the mouth, some howl a curse so foul that there is no translation for it in the language of your people, others still fall simply fall silent.

Jayesh, is the first into battle, meeting the flimsy gate that blocks his way to his foe and keeps him from releasing his rage and disgust against their flesh. He shatters it, bowing his shoulder and plowing through it with incredible ease, not stopping for a second as he continues his charge, screaming an almost sonorous warcry. Behind him, Aruna and the four other hunters charge with him, swords and axes raised high into the air. The battle begins.

The Tiger men meet them, having prepared the moment they heard the horns that heralded the attack. Only a few wear any form of armor, only a few hold proper weapons. What a barbaric thing it is, truly savage.
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>>4591241

Jayesh claims the first kill, splitting a younger Warrior's skull in twain, blood and grey matter oozing from the wound as he pulls back and bellow a challenge to the other monsters that surround him, their eyes filled with fear and a spite similar to his own.

"I AM JAYESH THE MIGHTY! MY LIFE IS BATTLE, MY BLOOD IS WAR!" He shrieks, his voice filled with the energy and power of a man several decades younger than himself "COME! MEET YOUR DEATH INCARNATED IN FLESH! WHICH ONE OF YOU SHALL BE MY DOOM!? I FEAR NOT YOUR CLAWS NOR FANGS! COME, COME! DANCE WITH ME AND DIE YOU DEGENERATE SONS OF DOGS!"


You stop as the rest of the warriors charge past the gate, and stand still, watching the fight unfold as the First fall further into madness and fury at the horrors present with in the camp, the wrath in their blood turning them rabid as they see for their own eyes the truth their parents and elders had taught them from birth. The monstrosity of the tiger people, their inhumanity exposed by the livestock they keep.

But, they do not contend with an ordinary foe. The puppets have gathered in some force, their twisted bodies and corrupted forms clear beneath the armor they wear. And as one, they move to end the bold attack against their master's free willed slaves. They seek to surround Jayesh, and butcher him and those who stand behind him. The rest of the force is a mere distraction.

"OH MIGHTY JAYESH, OH SPIRITED ARUNA! FOCUS YOURSELVES" You call out, cupping a hand around your mouth "AND DO NOT BECOME BLIND TO WHAT LIES BEYOND YOUR BATTLE, STAY VIGILANT"

Jayesh's head shoots up and he snarls, spotting one of the armored abominations slithering towards him.

"MONSTROSITY! FACE ME AS THE MAN YOU ONCE WERE!" He screams, barreling through two smaller tiger warriors to reach the puppet. The others turn to face him, turning their attention away from their prior foes. Who attempt to keep attacking them, only to find swords in their bellies or slashed across their throats.

The scent of blood smothers the stench of burnt hair and fat, as the ground turns to mud from the blood already spilt by the combatants. Aruna intercepts one of the puppets.

"YOUR FIGHT IS WITH ME, ANIMAL!" He hisses, swinging his iron blade in wide crescent swings, passing it between his hands and twirling it as he challenges the mindless slave.

"Stab for its legs!" You scream, knowing that such an action will weaken its controller's ability to use it as a weapon, however slightly, another warrior is about to be ambushed "Behind you short hair!"

You similarly warn other Vishnu, advising them from a distance and ensuring the Tiger men are at a disadvantage, unable to properly ambush their enemies. The battle begins to stall, as those without the skill, tenacity or ferocity to survive a pitched fight die. Swords clash, axes split bones, and you sit watching, waiting until the time is right, for all of the eyes of the puppets to be focused upon their opponents.
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>>4591242

For their master to be distracted by the thousand and one battles he must fight himself.

Aruna screams, a slash over one of his eyes and splitting his lips in the center coating his face with blood, making him appear as a demon.

The Puppet cannot keep up with his assault, its own mind rebelling against the command to continue fighting as Jayesh hacks against its armors with a wild fury, each swing biting deeper into its twisted flesh. Another puppet moves away from the headless corpse of a Vishnu screamer, who continues lashing and swinging their axe into the air before the few embers of life remaining with in it burn away.

The aged hunter, with a limp and broken arm, steps in between the puppet and Aruna. He only snarls and raises his long axe high into the air, protecting his fellow. A woman slams her head against the helmeted head of another puppet as it raises her from the ground with the blade burried in her gut. It stares at her mindlessly, a cold hatred burning in its glazed over eyes. Then the woman with a half shaved head leans forward and bites into the gem on the creatures neck.

All the others present turn away from their own battles as it shatters beneath her blood teeth. The body's eyes clear and it pull her closer to it, wrapping two of its four arms around her body as she screams in pain, strange vapors rising from her mouth as her tongue burns and turns black and it becomes a snake. bile rises in your throat with a feeling of pure revulsion.

She bites back down with both her own teeth and the bulging viper in her mouth. The tiger's neck is gnawed open as the eyes of its tortured owner close, welcoming its own death as it digs its claws into the warrior woman's back, to swiftly end her own life. Both fall to the ground.

Jayesh cleaves an arm off his opponent now that it is distracted, and cleaves the top half of a uncontrolled tiger man from its head before the puppet begins attack him again. Aruna buries his blade in the neck of his foe. The old man dies, cut in twain from shoulder to hip, a laugh leaving his lips with that last breath her took.

Aruna's eyes glow with the fire fury as he bellows and charges at the puppet who slew two of his fellow hunters now. And that is the moment the slavemaster's attention become focused on the battles he fights, completely, no longer do his puppets look up and scan the battlefield to pick their targets out carefully and deliberately. The Vishnu pose enough of a threat to the monster's control over its servants, that it cannot divide its focus, otherwise it will lose its army.

No longer does it extend its eyes and fingers searching for the ghost you left behind in your earlier visitation. It's left the door open to its sanctum, its throat exposed to your fangs. Standing, you hold your Jian in front of you, the tassel of Azure dancing in the wind, revealing the plum hidden beneath the outer threads.
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>>4591245

An addition that one of your assistants made when you forged it, one you would consider rude to remove. Grabbing its sheath with your left hand, you pull the blade free of its cage.

With a single flick of your wrist, you toss the silk lined sheath to the ground, the polished steel in your hand glowing as the morning sun glows upon it, its rays unhindered by fog as high in the mountains as you now stand.

For a moment, it reflects your golden eyes and the determination that burns within them, your reflection showing your cold and hateful expression, unmoving and unchanging. Then, you twist the blade flat onto its side, then with a flick of your right wrist, point it towards the ground, shifting your grip and lowering your stance in anticipation the sprint through the battlefield before you.

By your word, you swore not to shed any blood of the Vishnu's foes, and you intend to keep that promise. Waiting longer would ensure that the rat in the earth sends out his greatest weapon, but it'd be a gamble to do such a thing. Better to strike while it is unfocused than wait for it to further expose itself for your blade.

Then, you rush forward, moving with inhuman speed and agility. Fluidly, you dodge an axe thrown through the air with finesse, gracefully, you twist away from the snapping jaws of a tiger man, and then bow as another swings its blade towards your exposed chest. Leaping, you fly over two combatants in the middle of the duel, land between a large brute with four arms, with an axe in each hand. It roars, and throws all it has into an assault against you, raining blow after blow in a furry of strikes. Standing on one foot at a time, you dodge each one, bending and twisting to avoid each faster than its eyes can see. Confusion spreads over its expression as you pivot on your heel and turn around it, it braces itself for an attack from behind, but you simply skip away from it, landing on the tips of your toes, upon the corpse of a Vishnu screamer.

Swaying as you walk, you avoid the stabs of spears from beneath the pile of bodies you're using as stepping stones as a carp would the spear of a fishermen, swimming through the assault unnoticed by the eyes the puppet master looks through. A net is tossed from across the camp fire you sprint by. With a flick of your free arm, you grab it, swing it down over the glowing embers and toss it back towards the thrower, blinding it and many others in the cloud of ash and cinders you've tossed up with it. Taking another bound, you lean to the side and turn to face a tiger who sought to impale you upon his rusted and curved blade. Its eyes meet your own, as you move your feet in a complicated rhythm of steps to remain standing despite your near flat posture. Shifting between standing on your heels to your toes and the reserve for five steps as you pivot and circle around the warrior. Who falls still, as if frozen by merely meeting your gaze.
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>>4591249

The entrance to the warrens is but two zhang away from you now, and the path is clear. Standing straight once more, you use the momentum of your next step that would've been used to preserve your balance if you remained bent as you were to take two bounding leaps towards the darkness. When you touch the ground again, you stand precisely on the boundary of the tunnels. Without wasting anymore time, not even to look back to see how your sudden allies are fairing in their battle, you continue onwards, running boldly and fearlessly into the abyss before you. There should be no patrols deeper within the warrens, at least comprised of puppets. If all of the Vishnu are fighting as ferociously and skillfully as the First, then their master cannot spare a single one.

Except, the king of tiger, who has likely been kept at his side as you hold your own Jian at your hip. It is possible that he has been sent into the tunnels to reinforces on of the battles, but it is likely that would be a last resort in the face of impending defeat, to grasp victory from its jaws.

Flipping your blade around to wield it properly, you continue sprinting deeper into the stygian depths of the web of tunnels, deeper into the mountains.

How shall you approach the inner sanctum of the puppet master, Lieren?
> Wait in the shadows until you are certain it has sent the king to battle, and then enter
> Sneak up to the kind and when you get behind it, sever its head
>Simply walk into its court, If the king remains, you shall face him in battle to reach the controller
> Begin singing Kind golden eyes before you enter, drawing the foul intellects attention directly to you.
>Write in?
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>>4591250
>> Wait in the shadows until you are certain it has sent the king to battle, and then enter
>> Sneak up to the kind and when you get behind it, sever its head
it's risky, and it'll definitely get more Vishnu killed, but I don't want to break the promise
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>>4591250
>> Sneak up to the kind and when you get behind it, snap its neck
I hate using fae logic to avoid breaking promises, but the King seems a bit too far out of the vishnu's weight class for them to deal with it. Besides, now we're an 80s action hero.
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>>4591271
Just like SLY MARBO
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>>4591269
sorry, for the second option I meant the Controller
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>>4591284
I've heard that when Sly Marbo slices onions, the onions cry.
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>>4591250
>Sneak past and murder the controller
>Do it quickly and all his puppets die, king included
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>>4591313
An alternate idea, perhaps, is we can stall the tiger king. Dodge it's strikes and parry it's blows.

We can hold it still easy enough.
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>>4591250
> Wait in the shadows until you are certain it has sent the king to battle, and then enter
Just rush to the true daemon, the quicker it dies the quicker the battle ends
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>>4591269
Support, using fae logic with the folks who scream MY LIFE IS BATTLE, MY BLOOD IS WAR would be as efective as simply washing your hands after being huggin Ku'gath the Plaguefather.
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>>4591271
Support for SLY MARBO
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>>4591269
Supporting, we do not break the promise
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>>4591269
support
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>>4591250
>>4591313
Yep, this. We don't break our promise and also help the Vishnu by making every enemy drop dead.
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>>4591269
>>4591291

Maybe I should reword the second action here
>sneak into the controllers chamber and survey it for weaknesses. When/If we find one strike immediately, If not >FIGHT.
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Sorry for the wait and delay, my internet was dead yesterday
Calling the vote now.

Wait in the shadows until the king is sent to battle:5
Attempt to find and slay the controller with one move: 6
Sneak up to the king and snap its neck:1

Alright, so Lieren will wait until the king is sent into combat, and then attempt to find and execute the Controller to end the battle quickly and decisively

Writing now
And sorry again for the wait
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The stench of blood and the smoke of herbs and plants you do not know the name of fills your lungs, burning your sinuses and throat as you walk among the bones of the ancestors of the Tiger men. The bones of Vishnu warriors scattered where they died so deep beneath the surface and far from home. Their armor and weapons pulled from their corpses by their children, to be wielded in battle today. The carved hall lies before you, and at its end the light of fire glows in the lair of the puppet master, casting strange shadows at the boundary between sanity and madness. The fire light creeps through the crack in the cave's wall, allowing you to see the stairs formed from the ledge on the other side. And, vaguely, the primeval temple where slave master and his court of tortured captives lay, along with the husk that was once the barbaric king of the tiger men.

However, even if his mind has been ground into nothingness and his being hollowed out to serve better as a puppet, he was once the Vishnu's enemy, in life and while you would consider his current state as worse than death, it does not change the fact that the blood in his veins is the Vishnu's to shed. By the promise you made, you are held to your word not to shed a drop of blood these degenerate creatures even if all they are is an empty shell worn by another's will. The will of your quarry. And unlike so many others, you did not break the promises you had given or go against your word so easily.

Even if you were the kind of fiend who would so easily disregard his words of honor and break the oaths he himself made, it would be better to be patient for awhile longer. For there is no easier battle than one against an enemy who has deprived themselves of their weapon. Some may call it cowardly or dishonorable, but striking an exposed back is simply the way of the hunter

So you hid yourself amongst the pillars carved by hands long dead, shrouded by the shadows cast by statues and carved murals of stone depicting magical beasts of all kind and men dressed in strange fashion. You had not thought to deeply upon the strange art of these halls when you had first passed them by, but now, that you take the time to look upon them closely it occurs to you. That these were not carved by Vishnu hands. There is no resemblance between the time worn art and grandiose decoration in this long forgotten hall, to that of contempered Vishnu art. Even between the Wild Vishnu of the bone devouring forest and their civilized cousins, there remains a commonality, a cultural tie that makes it rather obvious that they are of the same stock and soul. But not here, these murals of stone, decorated pillars and statues long forgotten in the darkness beneath the earth are utterly alien to any artistic style you've seen before.

Different hands carved them. A culture lost to the flow of time. One unknown to you. This temple is far older than the bones that proceed it and line its halls.
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>>4594090

Vishnu, Yan, Shuni, Bask, it had no resemblance to any of the décor or artistic sense of those cultures. Whatever men made this place, were of an ancient and forgotten time. Even the ancestral cultures that proceeded the modern civilizations of Shangrala, from the few artifacts and heirlooms preserved from their time that you had seen, did not create works in the manner of the decoration of this underground temple city.

The darkness had shrouded them, and your haste to return to Jayesh and his allies had kept you from realizing it before but. This temple is far older than anything you've encountered before, and far more alien as well. The Yin and Lai had treasures of ages past, as had the Qian. Relics of their ancestors that had weathered the ages, past from father to son for not only generations but centuries. And all of those dynastic heirlooms were young and new compared to the temple halls you now lurked within.

Curious and unsettling. If this place was no befouled by evil and corrupted by the monstrosity that made its home within it, it would be a place to study, to discover what secrets the past held. But now, it would be locked away, entombed and forgotten by all but yourself, doomed to fade from the world and history. But perhaps that was for the best, if the Vishnu were twisted into half beasts by merely dwelling within the tunnels that lead to this place, perhaps it was meant to be forgotten.

There had to be a reason for the men who made this place to vanish from history, after all. Maybe Shangrala herself sought to hide this temple from mortal eyes, surrounding it with the bone devouring forest to keep out trespassers in this benighted ground. And the Yan of generations past, unwittingly trapped their enemies within the prison she made, to be rid of them. Perhaps, perhaps. The true reason for this temple existence and that of the tiger men, would be unknown to you. While it'd make a good story of a forgotten race of men, buried by the will of the planet itself. The truth would remain hidden. A mystery unanswered. And you were content with that.

Somethings were not meant to be known by men, somethings were hidden for a reason. And what hints you had to the history of this forest and the monsters that lived within it, was enough to realize that the knowledge to be gained in this time forgotten place, was not worthwhile to what you sought to accomplish. After all, the Gems that twisted men into mutated monstrosities lined the stone here.

It sprouted from the walls both carved and natural, casting all that surrounded it in a deeper, darkness, devouring what little light there was and casting its foul energies into the air and soil that surrounded it. Even if slaying the slave master, who used the substance to control his puppets, would set your mind at ease and make you confident that the threat he presented had been removed utterly.
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>>4594092

Which it wouldn't, as any man with a black heart and the knowledge to harness the gem's corruptive energy and power could simply claim his throne. But if it did, you would still seal off the tunnels that lead here, to where the green gems could be harvested, to where the energy they produced could afflict living flesh. As they present a threat of their own, even without being harnessed by a villain.

All that is within the heart of this mountain, should be forgotten and hidden from all living eyes. Which you had decided when you first came to this place, but the knowledge of its true age and mysterious creators further cemented your resolve to do so.

Dragging footsteps echo in the darkness, and slowly grow quieter. It would seem that as you pondered the history of this place and the fate of its creators, one of the battles had proven costly enough for the Controller to risk his most powerful weapon to ensure his own safety. Thus exposing his neck to your fangs.

He could not know where you stood, even if he was aware of your presence. His perception was spread so thinly amongst his ranks, that he could not see in front of him. Even though he knew you were near, by the same sixth sense that you were aware of him through the empty eyes of his puppets. The time you had been waiting for had arrived, your target had been exposed and rendered vulnerable. The footsteps of his tool faded into the distance at a steady marching pace.

As soon as you were certain its sight could no longer reach you, you stood and emerged from the darkness, testing the edge of your Jian with your thumb, drawing it slowly across the blade to be certain it retained the sharpness to cut through skin, fat, muscle and bone alike. With a calm stride, you left the forgotten temple and entered the city beyond its walls. The sanctum of the controller himself.

The nine pillars of glass rippled, and pulsed as if they were made of living flesh. The aged Vishnu tied to them wailed in agony, their flesh bound to it by their skin that had melted into the surface. The court of skinned remained kneeling, the sigils beneath them flashing like strikes of lighting in the night sky. A cold wind whipped through the collapsing city, whispering and howling beneath the cries of anguish and madness. The bone throne was empty now. And you could feel the presence of the intellect that ruled this place, as clear as if he were standing right before you.

With unmatched speed, you snuck your way past his court. Their eyes were wide and aware, yet they were unable to move and release themselves from their torment. The four Vishnu Chiefs screamed into the stygian shadows, eyes hollow and empty of anything besides suffering. You walked by them all, feeling your guts turn cold as a feeling of disgust rushed up your throat. The Energy of the gems was thick in the air now, and the shadows cast by the pillars, sigils and bone fed fires seemed to dance and move and stalk your every movement.
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>>4594095

You had to leave this place, with as much haste as possible. The feeling of needles pressing into your skin has returned, as your disgust is consumed by the fires of rage. Circling around the ritualized torture, you step onto the stone platform where the throne of bones sits and walk behind it.

And find another room, hidden by a veil of dried leather, pulled from the backs of men and tiger alike, stitched together into a patchwork, pillars of bones fused together by heat or pressure standing on either side of it. A spot on your forehead, above and between your eyes burns. This is it, the home of the controller.

Rushing forward, you tear away the veil keeping you from him. Tossing the foul curtain to the ground, you raise your Jian into the air, keeping your arm close to your chest as you prepare to swing it down into the neck of your enemy, whatever form it may take.

Sitting in the center of a room lit by nine candles set upon the skulls of nine men, sits a corpse. A living corpse. You can see the life still broiling beneath its mummified skin. Skin etched with strange symbols and glyphs, painted blue and grey. Skin that clings to bone, without a single strip of flesh beneath it. Pins and needles of that green crystal are embedded into its paper thin skin, pierced through and weaved under it. You take a step into the room, moving as quick as your legs can carry you, already lashing your arm down to strike at the corpse creature's skull and end whatever mockery of life it still clings to.

In the time it takes you to preform the action, half a breath at most, the controller lifts its skull and opens its eyes. A light burns through them, switching from blue, to green, to red, to plum, to white, to black and a thousand other colors.

"A new prize? far greater than any before" it speaks, its voice carried by the air rather than its tongue. A pressure surrounds your skull, revulsion crawls through your flesh as you take a second step forward and glare into the unnatural glow. The eyes glow brighter as the corpse howls in pain.

Its sorcery has no affect upon you, or rather, your mind is far too potent and vast for it to bury its string within. Strings of violet lash through the air, as if they had been pulled taught then suddenly cut. In the burning light that flows from its skull, you strike without hesitation.

And miss, as the creature somehow renders its flesh down to its smallest components and shifts them through the air to reform itself outside of the circle, right before your blade slice through its withered neck.

You turn and face the creature, blood and aqueous humor flowing out of the holes where its eyes were before they had been burnt to empty hollows. Its leathery cheeks wetted by the ichor that forms from the two mingling. Your open your eyes a bit wider in surprise, and twist around on your feels to face the fragile body once more, shifting your grip upon your Jian to more easily stab at it.
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>>4594097

It's standing now, or rather, it has the posture of standing tall while it defies reality and logic to hang in the air. Cold winds whip around it as it hisses, carrying its voice to your ears

"WHAT ARE YOU!?" It snarls, its position shifting as you move to close the distance it has created between you, so you may make a second attempt upon its life "Abomination! Monstrosity! Spirit dressed in the hide of man! Name yourself, affront to the empyrean realms!"

Its speaking in Yan now. Before it spoke in the Vishnu Tongue. And it dares to name you as an abomination, an affront to the heavens? A renewed sense of rage fills you. Throwing your arm forward, you stab at its chest, and nearly reach it before it once again rends itself down to atoms and flies away. But now, now you've figured out the reaction time it takes it to preform such an action, one so thin it can only be measure in fractions of time unknown to the mathematicians of the Yan.

You click your tongue and face it again as the disembodied voice it speaks with shrieks.

"Your mind is a fortress I cannot piece! no mortal man should have such will!" it cries out, now outside of the room and your reach, so you turn and sprint to reach it again.

It raises a gnarled hand, its nails blackened and twisted into the talons of a bird as the wind around it begins to tear and carve deep gouges into the stone beneath its dangling feet.

Electricity crackles from its flesh, charring it as the energy of cracking lightning slows and freezes in the air, something that should not happen. Cold has been mingled with the blazing fire of the sky, the power you learned of from mechanical egg you hatched from. And this corpse has bent it to its will and mated it with a force utterly opposed to its nature, to turn it into a weapon.


What is your first move, Lieren?
> Use your Jian as a Lighting Rod, and toss it aside so you can use the opening created by its attack to try and shatter the bag of bones with a single punch
> Shout "I am the death you have evaded, Abomination" and charge it, enduring its magic to try and cut it down
>Throw your Jian forward, using the carp style to catch it and attack from an unexpected angle
>"Lieren is my name, from nothing I come, and to nothing I condemn you!". Maintain eye contact
>Write in?

Sorry again for the wait, but for some reason my internet wasn't working yesterday. kind of weird
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>>4594101
Names have power. Never give ours to a sorcerer.

>I am the death that you have evaded, abomination.
>Throw our Jian forwards and use carp style to unexpectedly attack
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>>4594101
>> Shout "I am the death you have evaded, Abomination" and charge it.
>> Use your Jian as a Lighting Rod, and toss it aside so you can use the opening created by its attack to try and shatter the bag of bones with a single punch
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>>4593900
realized a mistake I made. Shoulda been 2 for snapping the neck, wouldn't have changed the outcome, but I felt I should point that out
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>>4594101
>I am the death that you have evaded, abomination.
>Throw our Jian forwards and use carp style to unexpectedly attack
The heavens demand retribution for all the souls you've tortured. The dead shall have you.
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>>4594101
>Throw your Jian forward, using the carp style to catch it and attack from an unexpected angle
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>>4594101
>>"Lieren is my name, from nothing I come, and to nothing I condemn you!". Maintain eye contact
>>Write in?
>Attack with a flurry of quick, decisive blows, reciting a tenant of our Journey with each hit.
Can't think of a write in to spark up latent psychic powers, so weaponized faith is the next best thing. My first write in got us into this showdown, lemme try to get us out.
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>>4594101
> Shout "I am the death you have evaded, Abomination" and charge it, enduring its magic to try and cut it down
>try to turn it’s own attack on it
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>>4594101
>> Shout "I am the death you have evaded, Abomination"
>>Throw your Jian forward, using the carp style to catch it and attack from an unexpected angle
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>>4594101
>>I am the death that you have evaded, abomination.
>>Throw our Jian forwards and use carp style to unexpectedly attack
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So should we destroy everything here, or once we kill the master of this place we go around to explore? I kinda wonder if there are some traces of archeotech left behind.

>A spot on your forehead, above and between your eyes burns.
I'm worried about a third eye forming. Maybe I'm just paranoid.
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>>4594201
A third eye isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Remember that Sanguinius grew wings.
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>>4594237
HE WHAT NOW
Oh right some primarchs got mutations in various ways. Magnus lost an eye for "curing" his sons or more power pr something. At some point Vulkan got coal black skin with red eyes. Corgi boy got fangs I guess?
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>>4594241
Don't we already have the golden eyes and silver hair as our mutation or doesn’t that count?
Also Vulkan got his n-word pass due to his planet being a firey hellhole wich burned his skin.
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>>4594241
A third eye would put us in the good graces of the Navigators, which is hilariously ironic.
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>>4594172
Pour our disgust and rage into our weapons, it is how the Khan made his blade hit spirits, he 'extended his soul into his blade'.
If we put our apocalyptic rage through our weaponry, perhaps it shall spark it ahead.
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>>4594256
We could also try absorbing the enemy’s attack with our weapon and send the attack back at him. Or both channel rage and absorb his attack. We might end up with a magic treasure if we take that route.
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>>4594253
I thought we started out with the golden eyes and IRON colored hair. I dont recall any other mutations.

>>4594254
How would it be ironic? Because they got third eyes too?

>>4594256
Psyckic powers would be cool, but I dont think the GM is gonna give us that pass without significant repercussion.
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>>4594276
It isnt a psychic power, at least not in the sense that it draws from the warp.
It is like, uh, forcing a regular weapon to act like a force weapon. A weapon which drew on the users latent psychic potential to cut easier and hit warp beasts.

Normally you need special materials for one, but the Khan was able to just 'do' it for his blade.
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>>4594276
Navigators are the most opulence and hedonistic faction of the Imperium, so much so they could easily fund a titan legion. They are also one of the most vital faction
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>>4594318
Now that you explained it, that would be really ironic wouldnt it.
In the theoretical scenario that Lieren develops Navigator based Psyker powers, the fact that he functions as an Alpha Plus grade Space Wizard AND be a primarch would undoubtedly sway a number of navigators to our ideals.

I personally hope we get super telekinesis so we can throw moons.
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>>4594329
The Emperor himself considered the Navigators such a threat to his plans that he was willing to sacrifice two loyalist legions to insure the success of the webway project (because it was an existential threat to the Navigators). Lieren gaining massive power over Navigator would give a convenient solution to that problem.
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>>4594329
I really doubt we will develop proper psyker abilities.

And navigator powers are genetic, outside the RT rpg. They have an eye that can peer through reality to see warp currents and flesh that resists its touch much better.

That is about it
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>>4594363
>I really doubt we will develop proper psyker abilities.
QM has literally stated otherwise.
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>>4594373
Unless my memory is atrocious, I am certain that the GM has never said "You will develop psychic powers"

I know we are capable of doing so, but I dont think we will.
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>>4594375
>I know we are capable of doing so, but I dont think we will.
Alright, why not?
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>>4594375
Tbf most if not all the primarchs develops some for of psyker pone one way or another, as evident when you mentioned the Khan turning his sword into a force weapon.
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>>4594101
>>"Lieren is my name, from nothing I come, and to nothing I condemn you!". Maintain eye contact.
Mmmmystery boooooox
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>>4594381
For one, we haven't shown any preference or need for it, Most primarchs show what they are good at and their specialization in their first couple of years as 'children'.
For two, I'm not seeing any reason for Lieren to need or desire to expand that particular facet of his abilities especially if he has a tainted association due to his first impression being this puppet master.
And third, from a character design perspective, not a lot of active psychic powers really fit with his theming.

>>4594384
I feel like I should clarify what I call a Psychic ability. It's basically how Khorne does it, What the Khan did was force his soul into his sword and made it smack shit better, he left the warp alone.
Magnus on the other hand doesn't do that, he punches into the warp and squirts the resulting energy wash into whatever shape or function he cares to happen.
Nor is some dull passive low level "good luck field" a psychic power, given that there isn't anyone actively commanding it.
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>>4594406
>character design perspective
That I’m calling bullshit on. Lieren is surrounded by people that think he has magic powers (which is justified) and has shown inclinations toward Tzeentch and Khorne with some Nurgle.
> For two, I'm not seeing any reason for Lieren to need or desire to expand that particular facet of his abilities especially if he has a tainted association due to his first impression being this puppet master.
Which he won’t because literally all the Primarches and Big E use Psyker powers and he will recognize it as such. Hell he’s using powers right now without realizing it.
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>>4582065
>A most unsettling thought. If the Primarch people could know such wonders as the device that birthed you in place of a womb and the images you saw upon its glass screen, then could they also hold the knowledge, the power, to turn man into beast.
There it is.
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>>4594406
Neither did Lorgar but he was a late bloomer
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>>4594465
Just like his father, bless him.
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>>4594467
FUCK LORGAR AND FUCK HIS PARENTS!
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>>4594432
>Inclinations to the gods
Only the claim about Khorne ever held any truth as far as I was concerned. Because being clever doesn't mean you're getting suckered in by the god of plots and schemes, but the planet scouring rage of the likes he held for gao was just excessive.

But anyway, the people around him don't matter. He does. And Lieren is a hunter first and foremost, a philosopher second and a leader of men third.
Shooting lightning, flinging boulders into the air with telekinetics, reshaping the flesh with biomancy, none of it fits. Nothing for hunting psudo-chinese buddah.

>All primarchs and big E use powers
Not all of them do, actually and I think you will recall a notable few primarchs that against their usage that they had a big council about it while some even put their own librarians to death over it.
Being a psyker doesn't exclude you from having very bad experiences and emotions about psykers. Like Mortorion or Angron, so he could indeed have a very bad view of psychic abilities.

>>4594465
Maybe this is similar but as it stands now, I find it unlikely. And I'd have it noted that Lorgars mastery of magic comes from sorcerer predominantly rather than actual psychic powers, though as a daemon primarch he does have a fair few of those as well.
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>>4594101
> Shout "I am the death you have evaded, Abomination" and charge it, enduring its magic to try and cut it down
>"Lieren is my name, from nothing I come, and to nothing I condemn you!". Maintain eye contact
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>>4594474
I think of all the disciplines, telepathy and whatever Corax has that makes a 12-foot giant the sneakiest motherfucker in the galaxy fit Lieren the best. The former operating chiefly through his eyes to discern the true nature of anyone and through his inhuman charisma and the latter from our skills demonstrated when we infiltrated that one castle.
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>>4594481
Shit, forgot to add something. Lexicanum has a page on another discipline called thespomancy which is pretty much anti-daemon the magic school. That fits like a glove in my mind.
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>>4594474
>Being a psyker doesn't exclude you from having very bad experiences and emotions about psykers. Like Mortorion or Angron, so he could indeed have a very bad view of psychic abilities.
Yet he admits the power, while it can be used for evil likewise can be used for good. He’s not so narrow minded that he thinks it’s inherently evil.
> Shooting lightning, flinging boulders into the air with telekinetics, reshaping the flesh with biomancy, none of it fits.
You’re entitled to be as wrong as you but you aren’t convincing me. If you knew anything about Asia you’d know their heroes do crazier shit in their mythology.
> Because being clever doesn't mean you're getting suckered in by the god of plots and scheme
We literally tricked a noble into giving us money to build up a rebel force and destroy his own support through complex schemes and various inventions before betraying him and killing him and his corrupt children. You might think that’s not Tzeentch but it is.
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>>4594491
You are likewise entitled to be convinced of your own surety but it's in the best interests of conversation to stay civil.

Now then, since I am so ignorant about chink history, Please tell me when the buddah or their famous hunters and I mean explicitly hunters, not some wandering warrior with a title like 'hunter of men' have been kicking lightning out of their arses or other such things that psykers can do. If you feel like over achieving, perhaps you could go so far as to explain which would fit Lieren's theme.

Maybe the powers of witchcraft can be used for good, but so far it's made 3 beasties that have slaughtered people for decades and it's allowing a corpse to puppet and mutate/hollow out beast men's minds and bodies. Not a good rep, nor a particularly good reason to put our efforts into learning when there is so much else to do.

Lastly, complex schemes against the equivalent of a blind crippled child. But point surrendered.

>>4594481
I didn't know Corax had a power that made him harder to detect, I was led to believe that as his specialty, he is just supernaturally good at it as Pertorabo is supernaturally good at siege warfare and constructing fortresses using that knowledge. But if there was a power, baring in mind my earlier clarification, that lent itself towards stealth or enhanced perceptions then I think that'd fit.
A limited foresight wouldn't be out of character either, seeing what great fuck up is going to occur about a week or so before it happens. Maybe not, but it connects with his "all seeing" nature.

>>4594484
And Thespomancy requires intoning articles of faith, but maybe the journey would fill in for that. Eh, it's a possibility.
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>>4594481
>>4594484
If we do have psyker abilities a imagine it's the ability to recognize the taint of Chaos on site. I mean we understood that this thing is related to that first Kaiju we fought even before we ever saw it.
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>>4594516
>I didn't know Corax had a power that made him harder to detect
It's at least partially psychic, I believe it's called "wraith-slip" or "shadow walking" or something similarly 40k. Lion has a watered-down version as well. There was a scene where the company captains are arguing in some council room on Caliban and nobody notices Lion sitting in his seat until he says something. Almost everyone in the room think he teleported, the librarian thinks he's just a psyker.
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>>4594491
To elaborate I’m going to start naming Asian mythological characters that Lieren resembles.
>Monkey King Sun Wukong
This guy being the embodiment of impulsiveness might seem like a poor fit until you read his story. The monkey king was born from a stone egg, built up his own army, and started to overthrow the established order in heaven. Interestingly enough most his powers would be considered biomancy by 40k standards with the arguable exception of weather control. Sun Wukong also becomes a Buddha and is a character in Hindu mythology. Oh right he’s also a Taoist sorcerer.
>Yellow Emperor
This guy is closer to Lieren in character if we go by his legend. He was a renown inventor responsible for all of China’s tech. He was a benovelent ruler, much beloved by his people. Master of beasts. Fought against an evil tyrant that sought to bring ruin to the land. Towards the end of his life he became Yellow Emperor and ascended to the heavens, also he’s another Taoist and considered the founder of it (but it historically it’s unlikely). Yellow has a special in Taoism specifically Wu Xing being that it’s the color of Earth and Humanity, each element in Wu Xing has various concepts attach to them including beasts. Those beasts are White Tiger of the West, Black Tortoise of the North, Vermilion Bird of the South, and Azure Dragon of the East with Yellow Emperor ruling over the center. All of them also represent the ideal of the beasts they rule over (I think) with Yellow Emperor representing the ideal Human.

Hinduism and Buddhism is a wild ride compared to the mess of Chinese mythology so I’m going to double check that before talking out of my ass about shit I don’t know but I do know Hinduism reads like science fiction and has magic nukes (Astra) and spaceships (Vimana).
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>>4594543
That fits, not exactly chinese mythology, but the pair do fit fine enough.

I retract my doubt on the grounds of not fitting with the theme.
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>>4594543
>Monkey King Sun Wukong
I still get flashbacks to when I saw the guandao won the weapon vote over bo staff, I'd have payed for the ruyi jingu bang action. It was too good to pass up and we did it anyway, in our ignorance.
>Yellow Emperor
I read somewhere, can't remember where, that it was Yellow Dragon. Even still, it does fit. Come to think of it doesn't our Journey have five tenants? Bit of a parallel there between that and the five heavenly creatures.
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>>4594558
>they called it Mall-Ninja shit
I too, grieve.
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>>4594558
We can reforge our Guandao into a Bo staff. I’ll vote for it at least.
>>4594548
China stole half of its mythology from India. Sun Wukong’s name in Hinduism is Hanuman who represents some interesting in that mythos.
> He symbolizes the human excellences of inner self-control, faith, and service to a cause, hidden behind the first impressions of a being who looks like an Ape-Man Vanara
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>>4594582
Nah, I say we stick to the Guandao. It's pretty cool, and gives Malal something to tie us into the creation of the Grey Knights (if we make it that far)
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>>4594587
If we're to be connected to the Grey Knights, I'd rather it be through anti-chaos dedication rather than something like a weapon. Hell, a guandao could connect us to the Night Lords or Fulgrim's Phoenix Guard. Hell, maybe we could make the Knights switch to staves. Bos all around.
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>>4594592
sorry, I should have said 'another' thing to tie us too them. There are a few things about us that ties us to them, (hair colour, anti-chaos psyker powers) but the Guandao was something that we chose. The other two were there from the beginning. I think it would be cool if something that we put into it makes a thru-line, (if it goes that way).
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>>4594587
Nah Bo > Guandao
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Honestly though I want to practice various weapon rather than limit us to one.
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>>4594592
>>4594603
Technically their force weapons can function as staves if they don't use the Force Function. Maybe Force mode for demon slaying, and Power mode for blunt killing of everything else.
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>>4594625
It's implied that Lieren doesn't limit his training to a single weapon.
He just happens to favor the guandao as the logical progression of his first weapon of choice; the spear.
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>>4594715
Yeah, he said earlier that he prefers to use the guandao because it has an extensive move set that he can use with it.
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>>4594609
You know when two weapons have practically the same moveset and the only difference is choosing between a stick with a blade or a stick without blade? I think I'll keep my bladed stick, thank you, better to have the option to easily kill our enemies than not.
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>>4594941
>extensive move set that he can use with it.
That can apply to many weapons. Hell the Bo staff has even more impressive moveset.
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>>4594953
>You know when two weapons have practically the same moveset
Nope. Bo staff moveset is actually lost.
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>>4594592
Because Lieren has soooo many similarities with the Phoenix ward and the Night edgelords, I mean, both our Primarch and said groups are emo manchilds that love excess and pointless cruelty and suffering, not like those gray-haired, mankind-loving, daemon-killing, efficient, ultra-loyal and competent, Guandao-using astartes...
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>>4594955
?
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>>4594954
>>4594955
Btw, we get that you dig Bo staffs, but please stop, we agreed that Guandao is better for 40K lvl wars BY FAR because is a Bo with a blade. Lieren is a Primarch, I doubt that he has any problem doing literally anything fight-related, and if given the option "blade or not" with no negative consequences, he'll always pick blade.
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>>4594962
> Bo with a blade.
It’s not. It’s a spear with a sword head. Lieren proves this with the way he wields and major parts of the bo moveset become completely impractical. Think of these problems as being “if all you have is a hammer everything looks like a nail” and “fitting a round peg in a square hole”. Do you understand or do you need me to spell it out?
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>>4594954
That is the answer given.
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>>4594980
And I’m pointing out that can apply to many weapons.
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>>4594977
Understood, we keep the Guandao
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>>4594977
Basically, what I've been trying to say is that the Bo allows for a lot of moves, but is a mostly nonlethal weapon, and even if Primarch skill and strenght can make it lethal, a weapon with a similarly varied moveset as the Bo and also meant to kill by design in ways that benefit a combatant using it in most battlefields like the most used weapons irl: spears and polearm-like weapons (longer reach, swipes can deal with groups of enemies, keeps stronger enemies like ork warbosses out of their CQC range, causes slashing and piercing wounds that slowly stacks and can grind down a powerful enemy, can stun enemies and leave them wide open by hitting them with blunt end while oscilating the blade for a cut or a stab, can easily deal instantaneous lethal damage if necessary via decapitation or stab in a vital organ, etc). Bo staffs were used by monks for training, but do you know which weapon was designed by monks to defend themselves when attacked by an enemy or group of enemies? Guandaos. I'm not saying that Bos are bad, just that for a "real" war, Guandaos are better.
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>>4595283
That would be something interesting to include in our legion's training regiments. Bo's for training, Guandoas for war.
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To add to the conversation, the most common weapon for monks, soldiers and martial artists has always been the Spear.
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>>4595405
I feel like that has more to do with how easy it is to make a spear and become competent with it rather than spears being more effective than any given alternative.
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Calling the vote now

"I am the death you have evaded, abomination":7
Throw your Jian forward, and use Carp style to strike from an unexpected angle after catching it:5
Use your Jian as a lightning rod and attempt to shatter the bag of bones with a single punch: 1
"Lieren is my name, from nothing I come, to nothing I condemn you":3
Attack with a flurry of quick, decisive blows while repeating passages from your Journey: 1
Try to turn its own attack against it:1


So, Lieren will declare he is death to the abomination, fling his Jian forward and employ Carp style to attack from an unexpected angle, hoping to catch the corpse creature unaware

Writing now
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>>4595546
what kind of music would be playing in this fight scene?
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>>4595559
I think some type of grunge or metal type tracks would fit since it's a Chaos creature and all.
Alternatively if we're just focusing on Lieren's actions during the battle;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4HH3JOvxANk
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>>4595559
https://youtu.be/HFHFlP24QP4
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Breathing out, hot air passes over your lips and turns to mist and steam in the cold air, hanging just beneath your eyes as the whipping, lashing winds cuts through the cloud and scatters it in front of you. As you draw in another breath of frigid air that tingles the tongue and throat with the energy surging through it, your perception begins to slow with your heart beat. The deep disgust and spite you feel for this affront to nature and all that is good upon Shangrala, is buried in the depths of your mind, and replaced with a white void. Smothering your thoughts and the passionate fury burning within your chest and veins, you focus and turn all of yourself to the battle that has just begun. Every fiber of muscle, every drop of blood, every thought and movement harnessed and focused towards one goal.

The destruction of the corpse creature, the slavemaster, the abomination. Emotion would only dull your strikes and unsteady your hand, rage has its place, but in battle it is little more than another obstacle upon the path you walk. The wrath screams in the back of your mind, roars in your arms and hisses in your gullet. It cries to be unleashed, to be turned to a weapon against the impossible enemy you face. But it must be restrained. For even though your foe's body is naught but a mummified corpse, the powers it commands are terrible and mighty. The air itself is soured by its mere presence. The threat it poses is not tangible, but it is more deadly than any mortal foe you've faced before. A thousand what ifs and potential movements play before your eyes as you release you breath, another cloud of steam forming and dancing on the rapid, cutting winds surrounding your foe.

Bolts of blue white lighting flash from its talon tipped fingers, the energy twisting and bending, cracking and splitting like the roots of an ancient tree. The darkness is banished as the attack nears you, but you stand firm and calm. One by one, you test the attacks you could make and abandon the worthless and inefficient, until only one way forward remains.

Without a moment of hesitation forward, you spring to action, releasing the energy stored within the coiled muscles pulled taught in your arms and legs as quick as a bullet is fired from a rifle. With a flick of your wrist and jab of your right arm, your oversized blade is sent sailing through the air, towards the cloud of frozen lighting. At the same instant, you duck down, bowing your legs and head before kicking off the ground, leaping to the side, away from the sorcerous attack.

As soon as you lift off the ground, you twist your body, using your shoulders and hips to shift your weight enough to achieve the midflight pivot. The lighting lashes into the steel of your Jian, staining its polished surface with black roots and curls, the moonlight sheen glowing brightly as it is sufficed with two opposing forces of nature.
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>>4595616

Frost forms and melts to a covering of dew that is then burnt away to steam as sparks fly from the now glowing metal. The tassel catches fire.

You begin to fall as the cloud of lighting begins to fade, the creature turning to face you, as blue fire burns in the cavities that once held its now melted eyes. Sparks form over its blacked hands, arcs flying into the air and dissipating as it gathers energy for another attack. The tips of your toes reach the ground, and as they do you throw your arm to the side, pivoting on the tips of your armored feet to turn again and preserve the momentum generated from your leap.

The blade flies past your hand, and your grasp its hilt, the leather weeping grease and smoke from the heat it had endured. Bringing your heels back down, you rush towards the monstrosity hanging in the air. With one fluid movement, you turn yourself to face its side, and drop your left knee to the ground. Stepping forward with the right, your stab directly into the crook between its arm and torso.

The abomination shrieks and begins to fade away as you pull your blade back, and quickly stand once again, switching your grip to preform a quick slice with your blade. A downward swing, accompanied by a quick shake of the wrist, to mimic the way a carp's tail dances as it leaps from the pond. Thus, the blade digs into the withered leg of the creature and with the sudden jolt of movement, cuts a chunk of flesh from the bone.

But blood does not flow from within, rather...little downy feathers, colored azure, plum and peach, fill the air and cling to your steel.

The creature vanishes with the sounds of cracking glass and burning steel suddenly being dipped in water. It reappears but a moment later, accompanied by the stench of urine and moss.

It's behind you. With a triumphant howl, it lashes out, talons flying into the air beneath a cloud of feathers and white fog. Its claws have grown, and feathers have sprouted from ruined flesh.

You avoid the first attack with ease, leaning back and swaying in place as it lashes its claws towards your neck and face. Before it can assault you again, you leap back, landing against the throne of bones. It shatters against your weight, and several of its component parts snap and crack under your feet.

Raising up your Jian, you hold its blade flat as the abomination comes forth from the fog, new flesh bursting through the wounds you've dealt to it and upon its withered arms. Avian eyes stare out of its skull. A single one, large enough to look out both of the eye cavities. It strikes again, whipping its now elongated arm towards you.

With a wave of your arm, and subtle twitch of your wrist, you parry and deflect its talons as they once again seek to tear and rend your flesh. Curiously, when they meet the edge of your Jian, they are not cut or nicked, but rather run along its edge creating a shower of sparks as if they to were forged of steel or an even more durable metal.
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>>4595618

"What manner of existence are you" it screams, its voice carrying along the wind, which now surrounds you and scratches at your incomplete set of armor and exposed flesh. It is forceful enough to render the bones beneath your feet into dust and slivers.

"I am the death you have evaded! ABOMINATION!" You roar, stepping off of the remains of the throne to face the creature as it simply laughs a cawing, keening laugh.

"So many men have said the same" It responds, its piercing voice dripping with confidence and spite alike "Countless warriors who shared my blood, You, a mere unknown existence shall not be my end. You tamper with destiny, BOY!"

"Destiny, the salve of fools, the only fate that is certain is death" You hiss back, repeating a passage of the Journey out of sheer habit "All else must be earned or overcome. To believe otherwise is to be blind to reality"

This seems to infuriate your foe, as it begins to wail curses at you in at least four different languages, only two of which your know. And as it does, a baleful green light, the same color of the gems piercing its flesh, begins to emanate from within its throat. Lashes of bright green and black flames curl from its dried lips and over its shriveled tongue.

You switch your Jian to your left hand, and use your right to shield yourself from the oncoming heat.

What is your second move, Lieren?
>Charge forward and slam your shoulder into the withered thing, as an ox might batter down a gate
> Kick up a cloud of dirk and fall into the shadows, circling around to strike the abomination from behind
> Fire is coming from within its throat, so utilizing the Carp's dance, close the distance once again and with a flick of your wrist, slice its neck open
>"Any man who believes greatness awaits them, even if they have done nothing to earn it, is a great fool! A Jackal would have more brains than such a man!". grab a nearby stone and toss it at the creature with as much force as possible
>Write in?

>>4595573
that fits to
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>>4595619
>> Kick up a cloud of dirk and fall into the shadows, circling around to strike the abomination from behind
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>>4595619
>>Write in?
>Rush towards it and grab it's neck, so as to stifle the upcoming flames and impale your jian in it's chest. Maintain eye contact.
I've gotta say Malal, you have a knack for encouraging write-ins. Now I feel like that should be all we do. That eye contact mystery box calls for me.
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>>4595619
> Fire is coming from within its throat, so utilizing the Carp's dance, close the distance once again and with a flick of your wrist, slice its neck open
Kek, did we just say a nurglite-like passage to a tzeentechian daemon?
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>>4595619
> Fire is coming from within its throat, so utilizing the Carp's dance, close the distance once again and with a flick of your wrist, slice its neck open
We're tempting fate fighting the raptor as a fish, but I think we can pull it off.
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>>4595283
> mostly nonlethal weapon
We literally killed a daemon with our bare hands but what we struggle with is taking down large numbers of humans nonlethally. Our goal is to save people from the oppression of tyrants, and the tyrants will happily wield the virtuous against us. Also 40k runs off the rule of cool anyway (chainweapons wouldn’t exist otherwise).
>>4595634
Sure.
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>>4595451
It is almost entirely how easy they are to maintain, make and use. ON TOP of being the best battlefield weapon probably ever devised, if you ever see Hema sparring with a spear vs any other weapon the spear almost always wins. It's a staggeringly complete weapon despite how simple it is.
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>>4595697
>HEMA
opinion disregarded
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>>4595701
That's narrowminded, there's no real way to compare the effectiveness of old fashioned weapons and combat manuals. Is the spear a sexy weapon? Not really, is it a very effective one? Absolutely, there's a reason most other weapons are side arms and the spear is a main weapon.
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>>4595619
> Fire is coming from within its throat, so utilizing the Carp's dance, close the distance once again and with a flick of your wrist, slice its neck open
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>>4595634
supporting, but if I were you I’d change it to “attempt to impale”
reads a bit donut steelish otherwise
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>>4595707
It’s effective because of range, simplicity of use, and cheap but HEMA is still a trash source to rely on.
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>>4595754
It's about the only thing we have besides historical accounts, I genuinely wish we had people from the past to tell us how shit was actually.
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>>4595619
> Fire is coming from within its throat, so utilizing the Carp's dance, close the distance once again and with a flick of your wrist, slice its neck open
>"Any man who believes greatness awaits them, even if they have done nothing to earn it, is a great fool! A Jackal would have more brains than such a man!"
If we shit talk hard enough, we might even psykicly damage it.
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>>4595707
You said "HEMA" and my brain instantly flashed to a bunch of pompous skinnyfat faggots so far up their own asses they could see the backs of their teeth.
I will admit that spears are effective, though I maintain that I'm not certain they were the end-all-be-all in terms of infantry weapons of antiquety.
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>>4595707
Picking the most effective weapon doesn't mean all that much when one of the IP's prominent villains used a farming tool to fight one of the best swordsmen in the setting to a draw.
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>>4595634
Support

>>4595839
Didnt the Khan knock Morty down some stairs?
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>>4595619
>Write-In
>"Grind your teeth all you wish, but you must see how wrong and how much of a failure your idea is. I wouldn t expect otherwise from such a failure of a man to have a failure of an idea ! Your destiny so far has been passing years in a cavern while staying behind every puppet you could use, do you expect somehow that it changes ? Ha ! Don t make me laugh sorcerer !"
Use our feet for kick dirt and ground at him. Then jump back in the shadows and throw at the creature one of those statues that fill the temple walls. This should block it for some time. Meanwhile Lieren can go and destroy all the pillars and disgusting things in the puppet king throne room. The abomination is strong if it was able to regrow it s wounds so fast, but perhaps those pillars are connect to it in some way. If we are right taking them out will weaken it, allowing for the fight to be done quicker.
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>>4595822
Depends on the era, they eventually got upgraded to spears with more shit on them.
>>4595839
Morty is weird, he bounces all over the place in terms of actual ability, most of the time he gets dabbed on though.
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>>4595800
Well polearm certainly excel in the “fields of battle” but they aren’t the greatest in every situation. I’d honestly say the shield was even more powerful than the spear since it was the only thing separating most warriors from a swift death.
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>>4596099
plus you can bash people with them, or obliterate them by hitting them with the heavy edges of them.
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>>4596099
>>4596104
Spear and shield is a good combo.
To be sincere, I think we should have several weapons (but not too many) for different situations: Guandao and heavy ranged for open battlefield with a sword and bolter/ranged weapon as a sidearm. For tunel/corridor CQC I would vote for dual Powerfist-type weapon (because chinese xianxia primarch lvl martial arts), choosing between Lightning Claw, Power Fist, Chainfist, etc with incorporated ranged weapon to murderblend anything we find at "range" (fighting a primarch in a relatively narrow space, even inside a big chamber on a large ship is practically an assured death).
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>>4596265
Chain Fist would be unique among primarchs, and you could strap a bolter or some other weapon to it.
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>>4596265
Better to have one key that opens many locks imo. Having le epic master of every weapon prepared for any eventuality OC donut steel primarch the way to go. Lieren is a simple man, a guandao, jian, and maybe something like digi weapons are all we need.
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>>4596406
I’m personally fine with having various weapons. More artifacts for our Legion.
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>>4596406
Power/Thunder Guan Dao, power sword jian and some sort of ranged weapon.

Pretty similar to the Lion, his stuff was all pretty basic but super efficient and powerful
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>>4596406
Pretty much.

While i do get the side of wanting to use an bo staff for the whole 'sun wukong' parallel, it'd just be dumb to use that kind of weapon when fighting against the likes of daemons, sorcerers and the like. Sure, we could probably use it, but what the fuck are we going to do? Bash the bloodthirster in the head? Jab the lord of change's many faces?
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>>4596498
Sun Wukong’s staff was actually pretty special. It was a shapeshifting indestructible pillar of the dragon king’s palace. It was ridiculously versatile and was the only treasure Sun Wukong saw worthy for him to use.
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>>4596502
Yeah, but even if we had an indestructible staff, it still wouldn't be very good against the likes of ork warbossess, megarachnids, daemons and other gigantic death machines.

Sun Wukong didn't have to fight daemon spawns, so we really shouldn't only use him as inspiration..
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>>4596599
>ork warbosses
Hit anything hard enough and it dies. Blunt force is what thunder hammers and force staves use and they work just fine. If not, fall back and pump full of hot lead.
>megarachnids
In the off chance we wind up fighting them, see above
>daemons
Get dad to touch it, problem solved. We had the option of forging a staff before the toad dragon fight, I see no reason that Malal would've handicapped us for our choice in weapon
>giant death machine
Primarchs don't usually go toe-to-toe with gargants and titans and the like. Though come to think of it, Angron tipped a warhound with his bear hands. Think of what he could've done with a lever.
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>>4596498
I really don't get the wukong obsession when we're honestly more similar to Er Lang Shen the three eyed sage, literal nephew of the Jade Emperor and Guan Yu the god of war.
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

Calling the vote now. Sorry for the wait.

Kick a cloud of dirt to use as a smoke screen, attack from behind:1
Rush towards and grab its neck and attempt to impale it, maintaining eye contact: 4
Fire is coming from within its throat, utilize the carps dance and slice its neck open:4
"Any man who believes greatness awaits them, even if they have done nothing to earn it, is a great fool! A Jackal would have more brains than such a man!":1
"Grind your teeth all you wish, but you must see how wrong and how much of a failure your idea is. I wouldn t expect otherwise from such a failure of a man to have a failure of an idea ! Your destiny so far has been passing years in a cavern while staying behind every puppet you could use, do you expect somehow that it changes ? Ha ! Don't make me laugh sorcerer !":1

Alright since there's a tie with 2 mutually exclusive actions, I'm just gonna roll to break it

1 is grab the throat and attempt to impale
2 is slice the throat

>>4596265
Man Lieren in a boarding action would be terrifying as hell.Gonna have to cut to the enemy perspective if such a thing happens in the future

Already plan on doing that for when our jolly giant meets orks
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>>4596617
alright, so Lieren will deal with the coming flames by slicing the throat they're being produced within

writing now.
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>>4596607
>Hit anything hard enough and it dies.
Yes, but staffs are utterly shit at distributing strength. Hammers are good because they concentrate power upon a single point. Sure we can use it, but it's still a big handicap.
>>4596613
I suppose it's because we're the wildman born from an weird egg who's overthrowing the heavens.
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>>4596599
> it still wouldn't be very good against the likes of ork warbossess, megarachnids, daemons and other gigantic death machines.
May I point out that the staff can easily wipeout an army of any of those. If the staff was a thing in the tabletop it would be completely broken.
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>>4596666
Nice quads, but we don't have sun wukong's staff
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But heat never comes, rather a deathly chill washes over you. The breath of winter, the omen of death for so many, the herald of suffering and sorrow. It seems the corruption that is so deeply imbued within the flesh and bones of your opponent is the same force from which it draws its sorcerous powers. Cold, colder than ice, colder than death itself. Fire that produces the chill of winter rather than ward against it. How unnatural. The mere sight of such perversion is enough to threaten the serenity of your mind, but you clench your jaw and regain your composure within the time it takes to blink.

Besides its unnatural coloration, and cold glow, the fire that grows within this corpse's withered gullet is clearly unnatural and utterly foul. A stray thought flits across your mind, a shred of instinct that broke through the veil of calm. A warning spoken in your own voice. Avoid the flames. While what magic they hold is unknown, it is obvious that their burning tongues will do far worse than merely burn the flesh. It is a threat that must be dealt with, or else this battle will turn to the controller's favor.

Mist rises from your lips with your breath, frost and ice creeps along the stones and bones beneath your feet, smoking and cracking as it approaches you like a malignant tumor through flesh. You do not allow your foe the time to attack again, charging down from the small hill of bones and ice, you move to close the distance that has once again grown between it and your steel.

It responds near instantly, gouts and rivers of flame escaping its now enlarged mouth, that gapes and spreads like that of a trout or toad, distended and warped so far that the thin leather that covers its face cracks and tears. Feathers and smoke spilling from the wounds, even as they begin to knit together through some mysterious means. Your mind becomes a stream, fed by a spring storm. You're knee deep in rapids, waves and vortexes of water crashing and pulling against your legs. Be as the carp in the storm, move forward uninterrupted.

So you dance, utilizing the movements Jinhai devised years before to avoid the flames. Pivoting, turning, subtly shifting your weight and body, you move through the river of cold fire as a dancer would a street, as a carp would a river. It is as simple as dodging blades. Ducking down to avoid a cloud of the sorcerous fire, you then stand again, pressing one foot down to function as an anchor as you use another as a weight to balance as you bend out of the way of another stream of fire. Throwing your self forward chest first, you leap off the ground, as blast of cold alerts you to another incoming attack. Pulling your legs close to your chest, you soar over a river of roiling green death, and land on the other side unscathed.
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>>4596708

Sweeping your leg forward, you turn to avoid another gout of fire, moving and standing on the toes of that foot as you pull the other out of the path of the sorcery that now burns and melts the stone, despite producing no heat. Setting down your foot you charge forward, feinting as if you mean to impale your Jian through the belly of the floating corpse, whose arms now hang to its knees, the talons of a giant bird of prey, feathered in plum, peach and azure with talons that curve so greatly they are nearly stabbing into its palms.

The mutated corpse responds as you predicted it would, with a wide belch of fire that flows from within its flesh like a river out of a cave. Against any other foe, it'd be a killing strike, unavoidable. But not against you, not against Lieren of Nothing. With unmatched agility aided by inhuman rapidity, you sway your step and dodge the wall of black and green flames, stepping to the side of it and continuing to sprint forward without interruption.


The single eye glowing beneath the wretch's skull lights up, staring at you from between the cavity that once held its original eyes. Surprise, is the emotion that greets your serene smile, that hides the screaming rage locked away in your heart. Not fear or terror, nor rage or wrath. Just shock, utter shock that you had reached it once again, untouched and unburnt. As if it was expecting you to be easy to best. As so many other's blinded by the destiny they believed they were gifted had done when they met their deaths at the end of a noose or spear tip.

It does not lash out to defend itself, or flee by rendering its body down to its component elements as it had done before. It does not scream or taunt. All it does is stare, frozen by the sight of you, like it is some unbelievable thing. Only as you switch your grip so you can preform the kind of quick slice you need to remove whatever organ or object creates its unnatural fire, does it respond, lifting its disproportionate arms to try and bash your Jian from its course.

But, it had wasted too much time no reacting, and merely stewed in its surprise. It's flesh parts and cuts easily, as leather would, a bright light burning in the wound as the steel edge makes it.

Something that isn't fire or electricity pours out of the gash in its throat. A pure energy, a radiance unmatched by even the sun view from the highest of Shangrala's peaks. Something unknown, yet familiar. It burns with colors that do not exist, yet they are recognizable to your eyes, as if you've seen them before. This sense of a familiarity sends a jolt of dread through your mind, which causes you to react rather than ponder.

Leaping back and away from your foe, you raise you blade in front of yourself, and your eyes, staring back at your reflection split by the blackened cracks forming over its surface, and the feathers clinging to a thing, pale liquid with the consistency of phlegm and boiling water.
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>>4596709

Another paradoxical existences brought before your eyes.

There's a flash, brighter than the depths of the hottest forge. It is not enough to make you wince, with steel shielding your eyes, but it is enough to make your exposed skin feel as if it were stuck into a hungry fire.

"Impossible! Impossible!" your enemy screams in the dark as the light fades and your eyes struggle to adjust to surrounding gloom quickly "What manner of blessing do you wield, bastard of the aether?! Your reactions are too quick, too sharp for a mortal man! How dare you strike me again, with such impudence! you should not exist! I have never seen you within my dreams"

If you were not focused on killing this monstrous sorcerer you'd be tempted to laugh at his stupidity. Trusting dreams to tell the future? Its power must be tampering with its sanity, even if it has avoided degenerating into a magical beast thus far.

The stygian environment surrounding you becomes visible again, and you see the slavemaster in the air still, on the edge of the raised slab of stone you had been battling upon. One of its oversized hands grasps at its throat, as liquid fire spills from the wound beneath its talons. Dripping from tongues fringed with spikes and feathers wetted by the clear blood it bleeds.

"I will right this discrepancy in the prophecy given unto me" It hisses, its voice shifting to a low, threatening snarl, every word cracking and distorting as it speaks "Die, aberration of fate"

A bright pink orb glows in its hand, and you find yourself wishing you had the reach of your Guandao at this moment. The winds whipping around it begin to cut deeper into the stone, crackling with blue colored lightning and tongues of the cold flame it had been spewing before.

What is your third move, Lieren?
> Focus on avoiding its attack, it looks deadly even if you do not understand the form it will take
>Tear off your helmet and press it between your hands, forming it into a improvised projectile, then throw it at the continuously mutating wretch
>Stand still, and wait for it to attack as you stare into its eyes, at the last moment, leap towards it and attempt to pin it to the ground
>Laugh and beckon it to attack you directly, by insulting the "destiny" it clings to so tightly. Then strike when it moves to do so
>Write in?
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>>4596712
>>Tear off your helmet and press it between your hands, forming it into a improvised projectile, then throw it at the continuously mutating wretch
If we throw it hard enough, it should do some damage.
Also did we bring the breaching charge with us? Because that might be very useful right now.
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>>4596712
>>Tear off your helmet and press it between your hands, forming it into a improvised projectile, then throw it at the continuously mutating wretch
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>>4596712
>Tear off your helmet and press it between your hands, forming it into a improvised projectile, then throw it at the continuously mutating wretch.

Oh, We might be a fucking Unknown factor of it all that even tzeetech cannot plot with.
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>>4596712
>>Stand still, and wait for it to attack as you stare into its eyes, at the last moment, leap towards it and attempt to pin it to the ground
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>>4596712
> Focus on avoiding its attack, it looks deadly even if you do not understand the form it will take
>Tear off your helmet and press it between your hands, forming it into a improvised projectile, then throw it at the continuously mutating wretch
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>>4596720
Well, remember Lieren isn't supposed to be on Shangrala or be Lieren (in terms of his personality/character).

>>4596716
No, Lieren left it with his horse.
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>>4596712
>Tear off your helmet and press it between your hands, forming it into a improvised projectile, then throw it at the continuously mutating wretch
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>>4596725
>Well, remember Lieren isn't supposed to be on Shangrala or be Lieren (in terms of his personality/character).
Huh...I wonder if we'll ever get to see the "canon" Second Primarch.
I can imagine Lieren would love to compare notes.
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>>4596712
>> Focus on avoiding its attack, it looks deadly even if you do not understand the form it will take
>>Stand still, and wait for it to attack as you stare into its eyes, at the last moment, leap towards it and attempt to pin it to the ground
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>>4596725
funky.
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>>4596727
I'll say nothing except think about the other 19. since saying more would be spoilers. And that's lame
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>>4596727
We ARE the second primarch, we just so happen to have been nudged slightly to the left by malal.
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>>4596746
>nudged slightly to the left
Damn. For all I know we would have ended up as a Daemon Prince from the get-go if it weren't for Malal.
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>>4596746
Exactly, and in terms of being thrown through the warp, a slight nudge can make all the difference
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>>4596753
Thank you Not Yet Maybe Never Will Be Born Demon God Malal! You're a real swell guy! Too bad you weren't something besides a chaos god.
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>>4596751
Doubtful, the would-be II just got killed by Leman after the Rangdan
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>>4596759
>Doubtful, the would-be II just got killed by Leman after the Rangdan
Well then he must have been a complete pussy.
I don't care if Leman is the strongest duelist in the Imperium or some shit, a loss is a loss.
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>>4596780
Primarch power levels are weird, but it's probably something like

Horus=Sanguinious>Leman>The Lion=The Khan=Fulgrim
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>>4596790
More like it depends on who’s writing.
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>>4596790
Depends on when in the timeline, what kind of fighting, whether or not you're considering psychic powers, etc. etc.
The one constant is that Lorgar and Alpharius are always near the bottom and that Horus, the furry, and Sanguinius are always near the top.
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>>4596857
Funny enough, Corax stilled kicked Lorgar's ass post heresy. Not sure about Alpharius but I think his kind of weak psychic abilities are balanced out by having a twin, and his legion having the newest and greatest toys near the start of the heresy.
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>>4596861
Lorgar's only advantage at any point in the setting was when he was roiding on warpshit when his opponents weren't. not!Daemon Prince Corvus kicked Daemon Prince Lorgar's ass and then some.
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>>4596906
Did Corvas really turn into a demon prince? I thought he was just horribly mutated.
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>>4596926
I don't think he's like a sworn-to-chaos DP, but it seems to me like he's Big E's good guy equivalent.
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What in the world are we fighting? A Changer of Ways demon? A possesses psyker?
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>>4596983
Whatever it is, it's about to eat a hunk of steel going mach 4.
If it survives that, we may as well ask.
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>>4596712
>Write in?
>Tear off your helmet and press it between your hands, forming it into a improvised projectile, then throw it at the continuously mutating wretch
>Then take one of the statues lining on the walls of the cavern and throw it at him
>After that run to the puppet throne room and kick down his pillars

One projectile could be not enough for finish the job here.

>>4596983
A sorcerer who has probably "augmented" it self with the green gems of this place.
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>>4597009
I feel like the green gems here are similar to the ones in Warhammer fantasy. The ones that the skaven use?
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>>4597188
This forest has fantasy beastmen and warpstone. When are we meeting Sigmar?
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>>4597202
Never. Though hopefully we can find some special snowflake materials for weapons.
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>>4597202
What if we are sigmar?
>big
>buff
>iron hair
>practically glowing eyes
>practicallyvwearing next to nothing
All we need now is the Warhammer
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>>4597218
It's a continuous theory that the two missing primarchs were Sigmar and the ever chosen expies
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>>4597308
The ever chosen would probably be Horus or something.
We should really get some guy to find us all the tomes and books related to legends. We keep finding demonic beings or corrupted humans in need of killing. The Toad Dragon, Mud Mouth, the Lasher, and now this horribly bedazzled wizard.

Is this a trend here? Any Chinese or Asian myths that might tie into anymore demons we might have to fight?
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>>4597506
signs point to this world would have been a demon world had we not landed on it. so maybe more will show up before Big E shows up.
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>>4597537
there are no signs or that effect mate.

Mostly because a daemonworld needs to be utterly sufficed with that much warpstuff that 'real' matter is outnumbered 3/4ths by warp. And the fact that things are mostly normal proves that that isn't so.
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>>4597555
Chaos is declining in strength. This planet could have been overrun by Chaos during the age of strife (the previous peak) with only remnants left afterwards but that brings up the question of how they overcame it. Is there a psyker that lived through the AoS and still lives today like some sort of Chinese immortal? Is there some potent archeotech weapons still functioning? Or is it something else? Maybe even something like a Wulin exists as a sort of pseudo-inquisition.
>>4597506
>Any Chinese or Asian myths that might tie into anymore demons we might have to fight?
Well an interesting belief in Asian mythology is “the more powerful something is the more humanlike its form will be” may lead to us fighting daemons that look human. Also it’s not that uncommon for humans to turn into demons.
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Yo malal, where tf are those legend excerpts from our fight with mud mouth and whatshisface?
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>>4597589
Well, this sorcerer acting as an avatoa of what is probably a geater daemon or even Kairos Fateweaver (which would explain why he can fight us as an equal and why he's going so absolutely batshit about his prophecy being wrong and getting harmed by an enemy)
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>>4597686
Sauce to that demon?
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>>4597718
https://1d4chan.org/wiki/Kairos_Fateweaver
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Calling the vote now, sorry for the wait.

Turn your helmet into an improvised projectile, and launch it at the wretch:6
Stand your ground, stare into its eyes, and attack before it does:2
Focus on avoiding its attack:2
Wreck his pillars:1

Alright, So Lieren will us his strength to turn his helmet into a improvised weapon, and then toss it at the mutating wretch

Writing now

>>4597611
They will come. don't worry. Figured the trip through the BDF would end up as one legend, as it were
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>>4596811
>>4596857
It depending on the writer goes without saying, but I specifically meant one on one combat. If it was sheer power Magnus is at the top.
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It is as if you had been caught within an apocalyptic storm, that was summoned and focused for the sole purpose of ending your life. It certainly was a flamboyant display of power, one that could rout and scatter an army even before that power was unleashed upon them. The forces of nature themselves leashed and chained like dogs to be commanded and released to wreck devastation on all that surrounds their master.

Certainly, sorcery is a frightening weapon, its potency unmatched by even the firearms you outfit your forces with. But fear is not an emotion that is present within you. Nothing you have met could so threaten you to inspire such feelings within your heart. Not the Toad dragon, not Cui Fu or any man lesser than him. The abilities of this monstrosity and affront to all of your senses is enough to make you cautious in your battle against it, a rare achievement indeed but nothing near actually managing to intimidate you. Cation is always a wise choice after all, especially when one intends to face a storm of such destructive potency.

There is only one thing keeping you from interrupting its attempt to harness further power from out of the ether, against all of the rules of reality pulling energy from nowhere or perhaps simply from a layer of reality you cannot perceive, which somehow seems more unlikely than the first possibility, and that is the fact it is comfortably levitating outside of the reach of your blade's edge. If you had your Guandao, you could've kept pressuring it and at the very least distract it from the incantations that now whisper and hiss through the winds that carries its voice to your ears.

A cold weight presses against the back of your neck, and the solution to the obstacle presented by the distance between the two of you is presented to you, by the cold steel of your helmet and its veil of chains. The chill the magic it calls forth produces made you aware of your armor, when it had become as a specter to your senses, much like your hair or the fur vest you prefer to wear. Something you are so acclimated to wearing it had become as another layer of skin. The freezing air reminded you of its presence more acutely, and in an instant, solved the one obstacle in your way of slaying the floating corpse that dares to consider you an affront to any natural order, beneath or within the heavens.

So confident it is in the belief that is destined for greatness, and safe from your arms, that it has made no attempt to shield itself outside of whipping up winds to carry the remnants of the lightning and fire that made up its previous strikes against you. It does not realize you are no mere brute, and expected you to be forced to fall back to the defensive to endure its next sorcery. When all it had done was make you have to pause for a second to compose a new avenue to attack it.

Moving with haste, your reach up and grab your unadorned helmet with your free hand, pulling it from its place with one movement.
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>>4597922

The blank war mask that covers your face follows it, still connected by the hooks and wire that keep it in place. Your Iron hair lifts up on the rampaging winds, the static in the wind causing it to stand higher. Gripping it with the tips of your fingers, you pull the piece of steel into two separate parts, pressing the left side into your palm and crushing it into what is functionally an oversized bullet with a few presses of your finger and clenches of your whole hand.

Blood drips from the shallow cuts and scratches in your hand formed by grabbing the ragged edges of the steel. Nothing that will scar, or impede your ability to use that hand, you barely even notice the pain, its as much damage to you as a scraped knee would be for a child. Then, you make a show of throwing the steel ball, that you continue to smooth by pressing it between your thumb and palm. This, is to distract it from the weapon you actually intend to wound it with, the right half of your helmet, which you covertly flatten against your thigh to form it into something of a crude Chakram.

The winds laugh and taunt you.

"What desperation! what a barbaric tactic! do you show your face so your killer may know it before you are cast into the uncaring abyss of death?" it mocks, the ball of pink light glowing brighter as its edges become unstable and jagged "How amusing that you'd sink to such tactics so quickly"

With that insult, you flick the steel ball towards its head, aiming for its chin, purposefully harnessing your rage to twist your expression into a near feral snarl of fury, to keep the slavemaster convinced of his delusions. As expected, his free hand bends to catch it, at an unnatural and quite painful looking angle. It either grew another joint or snapped the bone beneath its flesh to move its limb in a such a manner.

It howls with laughter, as the steel begins to melt beneath its black talons, coating its flowing feathers like water would the back of a cliffjumper. And that is when you shift your Jian to your left hand, moving your right arm into position against your chest, at the perfect position to throw the chakram you had forged alongside the diversion.

Whatever prophecy of destiny that beast had allowed to muddle its eyes and delude its mind, did not include the presence of such an attack, it would seem. Blood, red and plum, flows from its wound wrist as the jagged steel bites deeply into its flesh. It drops the steel ball as it shrieks and cries out in agony. Its blood hangs and drifts in the air as if it had been replaced with water. The chunk of metal hands beneath its now limp appendage, stuck into its bone.

Then, there's a flash of bright light, and a sensation akin to being cut and burnt at once flashes through your body. The ball in its hand had broken, and unleashed tendrils and spears of light, in the exact moment your Chakram met its target. Something that was quite unexpected.
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>>4597925

The pain inflicted was enough to throw its aim off center, but not halt the sorcery itself.

It happened too quickly for you to react to it let alone dodge it. Of the wild shots and whips that fired from the orb of light as it broke, a total of four managed to strike you by pure chance. Two cuts along your right arm, a gash on your cheek, and a concussive strike to your chest, stealing your breath as pain burns through your bones.

Not anything life threatening, but the pain is tremendous. But, you would not have gotten this far if a little hurt would stop you. Wiping your face to focus, you see the crimson and scarlet streaks of your own blood coating your palm. Snarling, you ball the hand into a fist, and tighten it further.

Your foe has become....disjointed, as if he had tried to flee via his usual method but lost focus because of the pain. His body recombines and reconfigures, his legs bulging as if something has grown beneath them, talons curling from his feet as disgusting new limbs burst from its back, like the tails of eels.

By time his form returns to reality, he is on the ground, in the midst of his skinned captives. The ploy had worked, even if you got struck in turn.

Now the prideful and ignorant abomination was well within your reach. The scent of your blood mixing with the pungent aroma that surrounded it, of fresh flowers and perfume mixed with mud and dung. It was scratching and clawing at its wrist, desperately trying to pull the steel from its flesh as it began to grow around its edge. Its leathery skin hung over its arms like an old cloth, as its torso pulsed flickering between expanding and caving in on itself.

What is your third move, Lieren?
>Charge it and unleash a flurry of stabs. simple, yet effective
>Pounce it and begin hammering your bloody fist into its face, unleashing your rage
>Taunt the creature, stating that if such an attack made you were a fool, then it must be the king of all lackwits, then parry its rabid strike
>Lift up a large chunk of stone cut from the floor by its sorcerous winds, and hurl it at it
> write in?
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>>4597927
*Fourth move

No temporal shenanigans here, I swear
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>>4597927
>Taunt the creature, stating that if such an attack made you were a fool, then it must be the king of all lackwits, then parry its rabid strike
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>>4597927
>>Taunt the creature, stating that if such an attack made you were a fool, then it must be the king of all lackwits, then parry its rabid strike. Look into it's eyes while doing so.
I'm not letting the eye contact mystery box slip away, throne dammit. Unless it already has, in which case I weep.
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>>4597945
The eyes comtact thing was probably to learn about Tzeentch.
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>>4597945
gonna support this for the mystery box
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>>4597927
>Charge it and unleash a flurry of stabs. simple, yet effective
Using tangled straps and broken metal pummel the creature firstly to kill it but secondly so if it begins to shift and adjust its form the jagged metal will dice it apart from its own motions. This will also have the added bonus of slowing it and limiting its general movements.
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>>4597927
>Lift up a large chunk of stone cut from the floor by its sorcerous winds, and hurl it at it
The time for taunts is over. We must seize the initiative and end this.
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>>4597927
>Lift up a large chunk of stone cut from the floor by its sorcerous winds, and hurl it at it
> write in?
Kill it now and be done with it. No flare, no pomf, just a simple quick kill.
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>>4597979
i agree, kill this fool nowe, no wastin time, its way too dangerous to fuck around with, we are slightly injured, and the more we diddle around with it, the more vishnu die outside the caves
>Lift up a large chunk of stone cut from the floor by its sorcerous winds, and hurl it at it
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>>4597927
>>Lift up a large chunk of stone cut from the floor by its sorcerous winds, and hurl it at it
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>>4597945
+1
and linking back to an old post just in case my id changed again
>>4595752
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>>4597945
>>4597954
>>4598059
There is no evidence of there being a mystery box unless I am mistaken. If I am then feel free to quote the post, but I honestly doubt talking shit is really gonna solve anything beyond giving it an opportunity to strike us while we're monologuing.
There is also the possibility it might be trying to, or has tried to corral some of it's puppets here during our fight. I could be wrong about that but it's just feels safer to kill it as soon as physically possible.
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>>4598131
Letting the fucker try to strike us is the point. We make it angry, we make it swing wildly, we push its shit in. And if looking in its eyes wasn't gonna do anything, I don't think the option would've been presented.
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>>4598142
We already got hit by it a couple of times and that didnt really do anything. Or perhaps it will. Chaos mutations arent always beneficial.
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>>4597927
>Lift up a large chunk of stone cut from the floor by its sorcerous winds, and hurl it at it

It s time for him to become one thing with the ground
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>>4597927
>Lift up a large chunk of stone cut from the floor by its sorcerous winds, and hurl it at it
>Charge it and unleash a flurry of stabs. simple, yet effective
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Calling the vote now

Taunt the creature into attacking recklessly:4
Look deeply into its eyes:3
Charge it and attack with a flurry of stabs: 2
Throw a giant slab of stone at it: 6

Alright, so Lieren will hurl a block of carved storm at his enemy, hoping to end the battle quickly and efficiently. By smashing the evil before him

Writing now
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It's almost like fighting against a dream. Just moments ago, the corpse creature's body was separated into nine pieces and spread through the air, shimmering like a summer mirage viewed from a lake's edge. Moments ago, its form was different, less twisted now its skin hangs loosely over it body like an aged and worn cloak. Just looking at its veins crawling through its feathered flesh like a handful of worms or maggots sharpens the pain still burning within your face, arm and stomach. It is a contemptible thing, an affront to all you know. Every moment it remains living is a moment you find yourself pulled closer to being consumed by the fury its mere existence inspires within you. Hateful and disgusting, it must be erased from the world and removed from your gaze. It is dangerous and inhuman, far more than any of the magical beasts you've battled before it.

It has a conscious mind, and powers that you can only barely comprehend. Allowing this battle to drag on would not only endanger your own life, but the lives of the Vishnu and all else that dwells in this hellish forest and all who live beyond its borders. There is no predicting the form its next attack will take or the sorcery it will unleash next. it could utter a curse that renders your mind forever cloud, and call a plague to linger on the winds that follow you. It can deny the rules of reality, there is no calculating the limit of its ability to do so. Its flesh regrows and heals as if it were as simple to it as breathing. Breathing, there's a soreness when you breath, that whip of light that collided with your stomach held more force than any blow you received thus far. Aching, a different kind than that produced by days of labor without rest. It was a deadly foe, if it managed to land a solid strike against you with that sorcery again, it may even be enough to affect your movement or even knock you to the ground. Such power, and it was sitting before you, struggling to keep its own corrupted flesh from crippling itself.

This was the perfect opportunity to strike, and ensure it did not get the chance to continue its sorcerous assault upon you. It may be possible to dodge its next strike, but such ethereal attacks were not a simple task to avoid without any foreknowledge of what shape they'd take and what powers they hold. To fight it as any other foe, would be akin to fighting blind. Your prodigious agility and speed has allowed you to avoid the worst of its sorcery thus far, but if it reveals another spell with as much power as its last held, you might actually suffer a serious injury. One that will slow your reaction, weaken your thrusts, or even linger as a second scar upon your otherwise faultless skin.

It'd be an act of folly to allow it time to recover, or strike it with another testing strike. You've figured out its reaction time and the time it takes for its flesh to heal by mutating further, the only mystery remaining is the depth of its sorcerous might.

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>>4599170

Something that is unpredictable and a factor that has no solution, considering your utter lack of knowledge of any kind of sorcery or magic, as before today you were somewhat skeptical of the existence of such reality bending power. It had been but a mere component of folklore and stories before today. And now it is a threat that cannot be anticipated and properly countered. Getting close, would take precious time that may allow it to recover and cast another spell. its in the center of a ritual site, who knows what further power it can draw from the blood soaked sigils and runes that lay beneath it, let alone the suffering of its captives. It may even be a trap waiting to be sprung, a clever ploy using its own weakness to lure you closer before unleashing a more devastating force against you.

But you cannot use your Jian as a projectile, and what armor remains on you will be difficult to remove, and it will anticipate such an attack now, after it was caught by your deception. It'd be prepared now, and catch both the diversion and true weapons. And you had seen with your own eyes that it could render steel down into cold liquid state and then solidify it again just as quickly.

An ability that heightens the possibility that its struggles are just a trick to lure you into exposing yourself to more danger, or step into a truly awful trap set within its ritual site. It knows you're clever, but it still underestimates the true sharpness of your wit and guile. It thought you a brute before, and now it makes a show of weakness, knowing you'd recognize it as a perfect opening to take its head.

Clever, it'd have worked if you hadn't paused to ponder its ability for a few moments and take the time to more carefully consider your next course of action. It expects you to be intelligent and utilize your skill and unmatched agility to blunder into the snare it has prepared. It won't expect you to act the part of the brute and attack with the simplest and oldest form of weaponry.

A stone carved and fashioned into a tool. Or in this case, a slab of stone cut by unnatural winds and freed from the ground. A tomb sized block of granite, solid and covered in crawling pitch from its early attacks, frost growing through it like the roots of a river willow. The fissure separating it from the rest of the beneath your feet is wide enough for your fingers to slip into, so you do just that, after setting your damaged Jian to the ground. Crouching down low, bending your knees and back, you grip the edge of the great stone slab, a little larger than your own chest.

With great haste and a thunderous roar that shakes the very foundations of the mountain you stand beneath, you tear the stone free from its prison and heft it over your head. The muscles in your arms ache and burn as they pull taught and struggle to support the burden of the slab's great weight.
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>>4599171

You pull your arms back, causing a deep aching pain to stab so far into your flesh it reach the bone beneath. Sweat drips down your brow, mingling with the drying blood upon your cheek. The stone is massive, it is nearly equal to you in size. It takes all of your will and endurance to hold it over your head, your body screaming in protest from the great labor you've made it preform. It was easier to toss the Toad Dragon than this. Your arms shake and quiver, and begin to lower. But you command them to stay still and upright, drawing upon the burning disgust and all consuming anger your enemy fills you with, that the stones piercing its flesh inspires within you, that the sight of its malformed and shifting body fill you with.

"GHRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHIYAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" You bellow, a feral battle cry, the tension of holding your weapon releasing as you heave it through the air and fall to one knee. Your hands feel like iron weights, and your arms wet silk, there's a sharp stinging in your shoulders. It took everything you had within you to be able to merely lift a slab of stone of that size, it took more than just simple effort. It required reserves of strength and energy you did not know you had.

It may be massive, and incredibly heavy, but that stone soars through the air with the grace of a swallow, and the speed of the wind. You take two deep breaths, as you press your hands onto the ground to steady yourself. Sweat drips off your chin, you face is flushed and burning with an almost relaxing warmth. You manage to lift your head, still gasping mouthfuls of frigid air, just in time to see the stone land.

Directly on the kneeling corpse creature. A phantom image of it appears at the edge of the circle of thirty six captives, and then two more, before they fade into nothing as mere illusions. That creature lets out a wailing, piercing cry, one of its elongated, oversized arms scratching the edge of the slab, trying to push it off itself. one of its Legs have snapped down the middle in the middle of growing and ripping through its old flesh, the other has fully turned into the leg of some great bird creature, with a few mere rags of leather clinging to.

The rest of the body, except a portion of the shoulders and head, is hidden from view, smashed beneath the weight of the stone. Blood, feathers and smoke spew from beneath it as the creature cries from its own throat, coughing on spittle and blood.

"Master! Master!" they wail to the darkness, speaking Vishnu once again, as their kneeling captives collapse like puppets abandoned by the hands that pull their strings, their eyes lifeless and hollow, their skinned bodies oozing blood "You promised none would equal me upon this world, that I would stand above all men, master! I need more strength master, my body is failing, give me more of your essence! I can still fight, I can still fight. The ritual has neared completion, don't abandon me!"
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>>4599175

You walk down from the raised platform, past the the circle covered in sigils and symbols unknown to you, and the empty husks of skinned men and monsters. The captured chiefs continue wailing in pain and madness, as your foes single claw stretches out and grasps for something.

And then he shrieks in agony as you step to his side, a blue and ghostly fire burning beneath his skin as his flesh begins to warp and new eyes sprout along the base of his neck.

Something else is beginning to crawl out of him, from deep within him. Not hidden by his flesh, but shrouded by his soul. The master he called out to.

What is your fifth move, Lieren?
> Stomp on the stone slab until the body beneath it and all life within it are rendered into a paste
> Cut the head of the sorcerer off before he can summon forth his "Master"
>Stare into the eyes and snarl a threat towards the entity crawling into reality
>Grab one of bronze bowls lighting the temple, and use it to incinerate this wretch
> Write in
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>>4599176
>>Grab one of bronze bowls lighting the temple, and use it to incinerate this wretch
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>>4599176
>Grab one of bronze bowls lighting the temple, and use it to incinerate this wretch
>Stomp on the stone slab until the body beneath it and all life within it are rendered into a paste
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>>4599176
>Grab one of bronze bowls lighting the temple, and use it to incinerate this wretch
>Stare into the eyes and snarl a threat towards the entity crawling into reality
Any ideas for what we should say?
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>>4599176
>>Stare into the eyes and snarl a threat towards the entity crawling into reality
>>Grab one of bronze bowls lighting the temple, and use it to incinerate this wretch
>>4599194
"Look into my eyes and see the sun that burns your filth from this earth. Look at these flames and see the undoing of you and all your kind. Look at at me and see your death, as I look at you and see a wretch worthy of naught but the void."
Lemme know if that's overdoing it.
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>>4599176
>Stare into the eyes and snarl a threat towards the entity crawling into reality
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>>4599199
Supporting. Grab bowl, threaten, incinerate- I like it.
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>>4599199
Well, now that I took a second to look at it again.
>"Look into my eyes and see the sun that burns your filth from Shangrila.
This isn't technically earth. Shangrila or Planet would probably be more fitting.
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>>4599176
>Grab one of bronze bowls lighting the temple, and use it to incinerate this wretch
Fire has purifying powers in 40k
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>>4599205
I meant "earth" as in land, little "e". But I see what you mean, the specific wording I'm fine with changing.
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>>4599199
Not bad.

Also how did the Emperor intend to hide Chaosfuckery from Lieren when he literally can see Daemons crawling into reality?
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>>4599207
Certain binary mechanicus chants, prayers, and super Emperor devotion can purify as well.

>>4599211
No clue how he planned or had planned to do it when all there Primarchs were still back on Terra. I'm no lore buff, but couldn't all the primarchs see warp stuff, or is Lieren and Magnus just the exceptions?
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>>4599226
I know for a fact that Perturabo could see warp fuckery from the get-go, but I imagine the Eye of Terror would be pretty hard to miss.
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>>4599226
> Certain binary mechanicus chants, prayers, and super Emperor devotion can purify as well.
Funny how you say that. Buddhism opens up new doors for purification with prayer wheels and prayer flags.
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>>4599176
>>Stare into the eyes and snarl a threat towards the entity crawling into reality
>>Grab one of bronze bowls lighting the temple, and use it to incinerate this wretch
don’t much care what we say, feel free to debate
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>>4599199
oh, I like this, changing vote to support this
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>>4599176
>>4599199
Support
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After we "purify" the corrupt man via immolation, should we pray for his soul to be cleansed and that he may one day be one day be reborn pure?
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So what kind of prayer should we give?
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>>4599310
Probably something short, brief, and not at all implying to pray to any particular god.
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>>4599261
If you go Chaos, you don't go back. Except if you are a non daemon prince and the Emperor REALLY wants you back. Fuck this guy, he was an asshole and deserved what he got. Do not judge a man for what it could be or could have been, judge him for what he is and for what he has done.
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>>4599354
he might do something different in his next life. if karma is a thing, he might just come back as a worm, or dung beetle.
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>>4599261
Btw, I see Lieren as a philosopher that contemplates the existence of gods as a theoretical possibility. Praying for the cultists we slay is above Lorgar lvls of religiosity and that will get us in trouble for ñittle to no benefit. So we better stop with it and also with the whole "plume and azure", because those colours are related to Tzeench and were given to us by Gao, so better to be sincere to our people and tell them that the whole colour scheme (pun intended because bluebirb plots) is not of our liking and that X colours have a better simbology.
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>>4599355
First, reincarnation in W40K was a thing 40.000-50.000 years ago, when no god was technically fully awake. Now it isn't a thing any more and death means getting eaten by daemons or turned into one, that is for normal people, he was getting possesed by a greater daemon of Tzeench. He is not coming back or worse, is coming as a minor daemon or as a warpspawn with a fragmented/ragged soul. He doesn't need people prayong for him, he needs Fulgurite right in da soul to stop his eternal, absurd and incomprehensible agony and corruption.
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>>4599369
>reincarnation in W40K was a thing 40.000-50.000 years ago, when no god was technically fully awake.
Lieren doesn't know that. according to the philosophy that Gouzhi taught him, this guy can be reborn, and learn new and better things in his next life.
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>>4599211
The Emperor never Intends, he Does (wings it a lot in a constant existential gamble), the Emperor never Hides, he Proclaims and Protects (Spews 80% politician demagogic nonsense, 15% made up bullshit and 5% random, barely understandable words said really low so people can't hear them. Then he sais THE EMPEROR HAS SPOKEN and runs away)
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>>4599383
I like the imagine the Emperor is actually stumbling autist who has a constant illusion projected, hence why the only consistent description on his is "impressive".
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>>4599176
>>Grab one of bronze bowls lighting the temple, and use it to incinerate this wretch
While he burns
> Stomp on the stone slab until the body beneath it and all life within it are rendered into a paste
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>>4599419
Well...he is actually human sized, but pumps himself with psycker bullshit like Magnus does. And the Emperor is, if not an autist, a person with a completely distorted view of reality due to being partially a god and being fuck old.
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>>4599354
>>4599362
There's the exception of when Clone Fulgrim encountered corrupted Emperor's Children marines. They got purified by his presence or something.

>>4599378
this
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>>4599176
>Grab one of bronze bowls lighting the temple, and use it to incinerate this wretch
While he burns
> Stomp on the stone slab until the body beneath it and all life within it are rendered into a paste

We shouldn t give it s master any chance to see us fully for what we are or go out of the sorcerer body
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>>4599176
I’m going to change my vote to just
>Stare into the eyes and snarl a threat towards the entity crawling into reality
To give it a better chance.
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>>4599199
Doing the same as >>4599823, so just
>Stare into the eyes and snarl a threat towards the entity crawling into reality
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>>4599773
Support
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>>4599773
>implying tzeentch, the god whos shtick is knowing things and having plans, doesn't know that another god, whos shtick is not liking plans and Chaos, took Chaos' plan to scatter the primarchs and shat on it.
>>4599176
I've been meaning to ask, Malal, in your canon is Chaos Undivided a separate thing or are you sticking with the Black Library's retcon of "It's just when you love all the gods equally" explanation? I prefer the former, but it's your party, I'm just curious.
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>>4599773
His 'master' knows we are here. He just decided not to tell the sorcerer because JUST AS PLANNED
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>>4599773
You're sure about that?
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>>4599176
>Grab one of bronze bowls lighting the temple, and use it to incinerate this wretch
>Stare into the eyes and snarl a threat towards the entity crawling into reality
Just fuck my shit up man

>>4599823
>>4599839
Didn't you already vote for that? What's the point of changing your vote if it's what you wanted anyways?
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>>4599901
The bowl is in the bag as is, I think everyone's voted for it so far. I just want to make sure that we give it some sensual eye contact too, so we'll need need enough votes to get both. I forget what Malal's criteria is, exactly. Need to be near equal, I think.
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>>4599907
Considering how some people voted for both it seems relatively pointless? Am I wrong? What's the first and second highest vote so far?
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>>4599176

>Grab one of bronze bowls lighting the temple, and use it to incinerate this wretch
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Thinking about the warpstone made me realize it’s like the spirit stones or beast cores of Xianxia story just more risky to use.
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>>4599986
The what?
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>>4600057
Warhammer Fantasy warpstone. It’s clear that the rocks the sorcerer has been using is inspired by warpstone at very least.
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You know what. The second primarch will become obscured even if not purged becais he will bethe Inquisitor Primarch. Most Astartes will Champion Proto Inquisitorial Teams and converge for covert ops on deployment. The second legion never had a front because its front was covered by the Imperial Army garrisoning suddenly rediscovered worlds that have or are in the process of negotiating a treaty for joining and a few holdouts that the pro imperial faction has not yet deemed the moment to change the local leadership and its best to postpone such discutiobs until pressing local maters are rezolved. Usually in a generation at most and a considerable high number of coups de etat or coup de palace
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>>4600299
Could we manage to somehow get at the formation of Imperial Army and have the best hooks in its high command. Gives us a reason to be on every front and gives high command to focus most of its command and core resupply infrastructure in the most imperial army succesfullweise front...

The life of Inquisitor. Politics and Hunting down threats to the imperium.
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>>4600299
>>4600302
>tfw Grey Knights are actually Second Legion Astartes and no one knew
I don't know how the Space Army structure worked for Pre-Heresy Imperium, but it's likely we could if we tried hard enough. I'm thinking we could do our best to supply Storm Trooper grade guardsmen when the Imperium asks for conscripts into it's army.
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Beyond supplying highly competent and moral guardsmen who might live long enough to reach the ranks of generals, I don't know.
Maybe try having an in with the Mechanicum as well? Better tech + guardsmen would be great. I don't know I just like the IG.
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>>4600353
What if we convince the Big E to let us team with Perturabo and reclaim Mars.
Imagine it man, an Imperium that isn't forced to rely on a clandestine cult of heretics just so we can then end up having problems with our equipment anyways because of machine-spirit nonsense.
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>>4600353
I don't think Lieren would be such a big fan of servitors and skitarii. Like, at all.

Actually, how did primarchs like corvus corax even react to servitors? Just accept them, or something?
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>>4600406
It's not going to work lol, the reason why the mechanicus hold technology is because they alone have the knowledge and autism to do it. It'd be stupid to try to attack the mechanicus. I mean, the machine spirit things are real, you know? Unironically so.

Plus it'll be too late, the agreement will already have happened by the time emps finds us.
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>>4600411
But thats literally wrong.

The Emps had plans on breaking that monopoly later on.
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>>4599176
>Stare into the eyes and snarl a threat towards the entity crawling into reality
>Grab one of bronze bowls lighting the temple, and use it to incinerate this wretch
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>>4600425
He plans on “fixing” a lot of shit later, when he has the Webway project finished. Chaos isn’t going to give him a chance though.
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>>4600435
Not with that attitude.
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>>4600411
I understand that, but who better to learn the secrets of ancient technology than the guy who literally knows everything in terms of technical knowledge and absolutely hates being a tool for war.
I'm sure Perturabo would rise to the occasion if he got the opportunity to show he's more than another blunt instrument for the Emperor to swing at the Xenos.
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>>4600348
I would be more than okay with this
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Calling the vote now.

Incinerate the wretch, consigning it to the flames:12
Stomp on the wretch until its turned to a stain on the cavern floor:4
Threaten the entity emerging from the sorcerer, while gazing into its eyes:8


Total votes: 14

So Lieren will immolate the sorcerer and as it burns make eye contact with its master and issue a threat to it as its spiritual host is burned to ash

Writing now

>>4599876
The term can easily include both meanings in my opinion. though the former would be more common cause, come on, keeping the favor or at least praising all of the four at once? that'd take some doing.
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>>4600701
It definitely would. Tzeentch loves sorcery and trickery, and Khorne hates both these things. Slaneesh loves excess, action and other fast-living things. Nurgle just likes doing nothing, getting sick and generally just being a big bag of space aids.
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>>4600719
Exactly.
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We should probably introduce something like Ikigai into our philosophy.
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>>4600740
>911th post
>the Adeptus Arbites would like to know where you are
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The stone would act as a suitable wall, to keep the patron of the corpse bound sorcerer from emerging from his flesh as a flower would a seed. It'd give you a few moments to close the gate formed in the wretch's skin and bone, and lock it in front of the devil, spirit, god or whatever the entity would refer to itself as pridefully. Perhaps it would truly be such a thing, removed from the physical world of flesh and blood, perhaps not. If it was the source of the slavemaster's power, then it would make for a greater foe than even that corpse of a man who harnessed the forces of nature themselves turned out to be. There is, after all, a difference between wading through a calm stream and attempting to climb the falls that feed it. To do battle with the source of such reality bending and impossible abilities, would be utter folly.

The mutated, and twisted form of its student is already stained by the mark of corruption, madness and moral degeneration to the point it sickens and enrages you beyond reason. To face the master itself, might drive you to such heights of fury that they would eclipse even the wrath that so terrified the guests of the last lord of the Gao. Such potent rage as to even make one as controlled and serene minded as yourself turn feral as a rabid beast. And though your strength and speed are great tools, the deadliest weapon at your disposal is by far you quick wit and sharp mind. Without it, your effectiveness in combat, especially in a fight to the death, would be simply insufficient and lacking by your standards. Too much to risk, too much to lose. Luckily, the tools of disposing of corrupted and tainted flesh, are easily at hand.

A bright blue light burns through the mouth and eyes of the crippled and crushed sorcerer, his veins burning with a light that cast living, dancing shadows instead of banishing the dark. But there were natural lights burning that fought back against the invasion of the unnatural and illusionary. The fires that kept the temple grounds from being swallowed by an abyss, the fires lit by the Controller himself, so his human eyes could look into the darkness surrounding his sanctum. They would no be his death, for they were fueled and fed by fat rendered into oil and linings of sap, with bones as the kindling. These fires would burn for hours, perhaps even a day, without being fed, and burned brightly enough to consume flesh with the same ease they would dried grass and mosses.

The sound of old leather tearing is accompanied by a symphony of cracking and shattering bones, The sorcerer screaming half spoken praises as his tongue attempts to flee his throat, his words slurring and becoming gibbered nonsense as he attempts to keep speaking without his tongue. The fire glowing within him grows even brighter still, glowing like a star viewed from a mountain top.
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>>4600844

You grip the steaming edge of the oil and fire filled bowl, ignorning the pain that stabs into your hands and pierces your arms as you lift it, your flesh slowly turning red where it touches the super heated metal. You have to be quick with this immolation, lest your hands become scarred and suffer nerve damage by being slowly roasted by the sheer heat present in the smoking metal.

Sprinting back, you skip a few steps to leap back to the side of the crushed sorcerer, whose functioning arm, is beginning to peel and pull at his neck, exposing eyes that shimmer with every color your eyes have ever seen, and several more that they haven't. His toothless mouth gapes, and talons claw at the space that once held his tongue, trying to tear his jaw off as the living corpse continues to chant and shout curses and praises alike with the same, slurred sentence. All of the eyes coating his shoulders and neck stare at you, and widen with spite and impotent fury as they see what you hold in your hands. What it babbles at you, you cannot understand, as its word are so slurred and mangled by the lack of a tongue and incomprehensible pain no doubt wracking what of its body remains as its own. The eel tails that grew from its back twitch and shudder as the stone pressed on its body begins to shift and lifts by half a Cun. Far too high for the ruined body of your foe to lift by his own power. The green gems pierced through his face, neck and exposed limbs glow and begin to crackle with an energy similar to electricity in appearance, except the arcs take a form more akin to spread wings than how electricity should travel.

Their foul radiance burns your eyes, and that is when you pour to frothing oil onto the ground, tipping the bowl in such a way so as to keep the boiling wave of oil and fire from washing over your feet.

What a horrid scream the sorcerer howls out, joined by another voice as a beak pierces out of one of his eyes sockets, the voice sounding like the howling winds of a storm and the sound of a bell ringing. The sheer volume of the two voices crying out in unision, as their shared flesh begins to tighten and fry, boils forming before the skin they grow from cracks in two, revealing now burning feathers that curl and function like the wicks of temple candles. The exposed flesh, more like that of a bird or fish begins to cook as the oil carries the fire under the long dead body and the stone above it.

The coloress ichor and the red and plum hued blood alike turn to the foulest smelling steam, cooking the body even faster and causing the oil to become agitated and boil more ferociously.

"Did you think I'd simply let you call forth your master?" You question as the wretch howls and screams "That'd I'd be too horrified to act? Or perhaps did the prophecy you lived by tell you I'd be too slow to stop it?"
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>>4600845

The Slavemaster doesn't respond, as he has been driven senseless by the agony of being cooked alive. A torture not unknown to you, the hedonistic nobility of Yan enjoy this method of execution, for it provides a grim music and entertainment for them.

To accompany the death of those who have slighted them. A disgusting way to die, but fire cleanses as well as rain. And it is the only way you'd be certain the wounds you inflicted would remain. For, cooked meat does not heal, even if this wretch had evaded death for who could tell how long, if his body was roasted, fried and steamed? Even his supernatural ability to heal his wounds would struggle to preserve his life. And thus, the death he had long escaped, would finally claim him.

Cruel, but necessary.

"Why, how could this happen? I was promised eternity! you told me I'd endure the death of planets and stars my master, how could I have been brought so low?" The pain maddened slave master cries out to the dark, his multitude of eyes being steamed and cooked one by one like boiled frog eggs "I was so close to reaching the heavens, I had done everything that was asked of me, why, why is this the end I meet?!"

"Ironic" You snort, pressing a foot down on the heated slab of stone, to ensure neither he nor his master could escape from beneath it "The same madness you inflicted upon your victims has claimed you now, a fitting death for one as black hearted and souled as you were, if you ever possessed either, that is"

"Why, why...I was to be a god" he babbles, like a child denied a favorite toy, tears filling his blind eyes "To die to a creature of eternity dressed as a man, is not my fate, I cannot...this cannot be, an existence that shouldn't be, why, why is he here?"

You press your foot down a bit harder, growing tired of having to listen to the babblings of a madman, though he continues to speak on the wind, questioning his fate and crying out this should not be how he meets his end. It reminds you of the pathetic pleas for mercy uttered by the sinful and decadent. The cries for life by murderers, the appeals to humanity by rapist, the whimpers of thieves and tyrants alike.

"IMBECIL!" The second voice cries out, clearly in as much pain as his student, having put more of himself in the withered body they shared in an attempt to claim victory over you by further empowering the sorcerous powers held by the husk that was once a living man. It had been a poor gamble, for while it shared his power, he also shared in the pain now that their flesh was as closely tied as their souls. It must've been like wearing a robe that had been stitched into your flesh and then set alight, such was the torment that bodiless master now experienced.

Inhabiting a vessel that was in the process of being cooked alive.

"Why would you summon me now of all times?!" The other voice rings in the depths of your mind
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>>4600846

"The torments I'll inflict upon you shall become legend among my kin, how dare you bring me into such a ruined body, on the verge of death"

"Maaasstuuuur" the voice of the bodies original mind wails as the other one groans and shrieks in torment

"A failure, an utter failure" the unseen master mocks as its constantly shifting eyes whip around, wincing as the gaze into the darkness, struggling to find the source of their agony "You had been given all the knowledge and gifts to succeed and make this place your domain, only to fail at the very cusp of greatness, poisoned by hubris and pride"

The slave master wails and cries pitifully, as you gaze into the ever shifting eyes, all four of them.

The voice stop, the winds stop and the oil stops bubbling beneath your feet. The eyes focus upon you and widen, as if they recognize you.

"You?" they question, the words stabbing into your skull like a shard of ice.

An mirage forms before your eyes, a dream layered over the truth. Images painted in mist and fog, an illusion that would trick any eyes but your own.

A scene of a Lieren, dressed in fine silks dyed the same bright yellow of the Taos, standing upon the top of a mountain, with gems woven throughout his hair and the robes he wore, enjoying a ripe peach by a lonely pond. The specter of Tao Song stands besides him, laughing as a father would. It stands before you, as if you were present at the illusionary moment yourself, an unseen observer. But it is clearly not real, there is no substance to it. It's simply a clever mockery of reality. The ghost of Tao Song pats the bejeweled Lieren on the shoulders, over looking the fog filled valley of their home together. Near the peak where you buried the man in reality. "Wealth and peace, both can earn the other, you understand?" Tao song says softly.

Beneath the dream, the beak breaks through it's servants skull it were but the shell of a seed, ending its life in one movement. Yet life lingers on, in the form of the disappointed and agonized master. Another illusion is presented to you as the other fades away as warm laughter fills the halls of your mind.

You grimace, and press the slab down harder upon the trapped corpse beneath it, cooking it faster. Does it think you are fooled by these lies it shows before you?

Another Lieren stands before you, dressed in armor the style of the Cui, Red and grey, finer than Cui fu's own Regalia of War. Your doppelganger's face is covered in numerous, deep scars and has allowed a ragged beard to grow over his face. His golden eyes shine with amused malice, as he presses a hooked blade through the shoulder of a kneeling, and humbled Lai Song. The Banner of Yin Lei lays upon the Mock Lieren's shoulders, a show of utter disrespect to a defeated foe, a foul trophy adorned with an even darker one, a human skull cast in iron. The same contempt the last lord of the Cui showed to the weak, dripped from this doppelgangers expression.
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>>4600848

With a flick of his wrist, this mock Lieren slit Lai songs throat with ease, with another hooked blade. The army before him broke and scattered as he cried out "For the Cui! ONWARDS TO OUR VICTORY"

The rage that lie inspired, drove you to step fully onto the burning slab of stone and crouch onto it, to push all of your weight ontop of it. How dare it besmirch your vision with such insulting visions, how dare it think such a trick would fool your eyes.

"You?!" the unseen master's voice cries out again, sounding more enraged than before, as if seeing you is an insult to its senses

The scene set before your eyes, moving like the ever present fog but easily seen through, flickers and changes to show a ghastly image of another false Lieren, dressed in naught by furs and bones, sat beneath a great tree, alone and entirely ungroomed and tamed. A Lieren who never met civilization, a Lieren of the beasts. A much less insulting vision than the previous two, but not enough to fool your senses into thinking it was reality. But it was more disturbing than either, for the other Lierens eyes glowed with some form of emotion, they had expressions. But this one did not, they were empty except for the cold analysis of all that surrounded him, picking apart the world and measuring its threats without a single drop of the feelings that burn within your own veins.

"You should not walk these lands, how did you come to live upon this world?" the voice asks calmly, almost curiously, the rage leaving it as if it has become amused by the failure of its servant and prophecy

Then its eyes flashed with hatred as fire burned in your temple, as it tried to dig into your mind for the secrets it sought, its mind intruding upon yours. like its servant had done earlier.

"Answer me!" It cried out, its emotions unleashed as another false reality danced over your eyes, as tangible as mist "this is not your destiny, nor that imbecil's!"

The last vision was clouded, and muddled, as the master began to lose its grip on the flesh it had almost clawed out of, hissing and crying in pain, as it tried without success to pierce the walls of your mind. But its mere presence sent a feeling of deep revulsion down your spine.

A Final mock Lieren stood, dressed in strange garb on a darkened hall, lit by bulbs of light powered by electricity. You could not see his face clearly, nor of those that stood around him. It the vision constantly flickered out of your sight, like a candle caught in the wind. The sound of great machines turning and grinding echoed in the corner of your mind, along with the buzz of flowing electricity and metal pounding against metal. And that was all the last vision you would allow to stand before you.

Snarling you leaned forward and glared into the eyes of the creature now inhabiting the crushed, burnt body beneath your feet.

"What have you become?" it answers, a twinge of panic beneath its fury
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>>4600849

"The fateweaver did not speak of this, reveal to me the secret of this, so I may leave with at least one prize"

"No" You say coldly, before raising your voice into a commanding roar, dripping with contempt and anger ""Look into my eyes and see the sun that burns your filth from Shangrala!"

As the vision is banished like fog on the wind, the creature cries in pain as its eyes meet yours with nothing between them to hide it from your gaze

You stand to your feet, smoke and fire rising around you as you cross your arms and look down contemptuously at the foul wretch clinging to life in a body it stole from its failed student. It hisses and spits, struggling to move in a burning corpse.

"Look at these flames and see the undoing of you and all your kind" You snarl, threatening it as its eyes begin to lose their color, white smoke rising from their edges "Look at at me and see your death, as I look at you and see a wretch worthy of naught but the void."

Without a final cry, the entity has gone, the pieces of it turning to glowing ash and falling upon the charred flesh that once belonged to its student.

"Begone from my sight, abomination, to whatever hellish womb bore you" You spit, the saliva boiling on the stone beneath you. And with that, you're left alone in the dark, the sole living mind beneath the mountain. All the other lives have lost their minds and sanity. The skinned men and tiger men have bled out, the stolen chiefs have fallen still, their flesh fused to the pillars of glass they were bound to.

You had won. And what a sourer taste it had left upon your tongue. To be victorious, yet at the cost of knowing that such evil could share the world with you. Hopefully, sealing this place and killing its master would keep any more men from following his path or finding those accursed crystals. But, who knows, perhaps in some distant land, another cave like this exists, waiting to be discovered.

And that, is why the taste of victory tasted rotted and sour today.

What shall you do before leaving this accursed Forest, Lieren?
>Help the Vishnu bury the dead, and offer them a place in your army officially.
>See if it would be possible to save the children of the Tiger people, even if they are not human.
>Simply seal off the caves, and continue on your journey to Mao castle, haunted by the horrors you saw beneath Shangrala.
>Sit down the leaders of the Vishnu, and tell the story of what happened beneath the mountain
>Write in?
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>>4600850
>"The fateweaver did not speak of this, reveal to me the secret of this, so I may leave with at least one prize"
>mfw kairos knows who we are
As for my vote
>Help the Vishnu bury the dead, and offer them a place in your army officially.
>See if it would be possible to save the children of the Tiger people, even if they are not human.
Maybe something a little happier can come from this.
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>>4600850
>Help the Vishnu bury the dead, and offer them a place in your army officially.
>See if it would be possible to save the children of the Tiger people, even if they are not human.
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>>4600850
>End the lives of the remaining Tiger People swiftly and mercifully
>Sit down the leaders of the Vishnu, and tell the story of what happened beneath the mountain
>Tell the leaders of the Vishnu to make peace with the outsiders once they leave the forest for good
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>>4600858
Kairos literally knows everything about the future so him being wrong is a massive failure.
>>4600850
>Help the Vishnu bury the dead, and offer them a place in your army officially.
>See if it would be possible to save the children of the Tiger people, even if they are not human.
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>>4600850
>Write in?
Pull down and collapse this monstrous place, let no taint of it remain to effect others and leave no way for this bird master to reach out and contact the people again. Then leave this place and bury the dead. Only tell the tale of what happened if they ask for it.

Leave the fate of the Tigermen's offspring to the Vishnu as we aid them, we will see their measure and if they have learned anything from us. For we must temper their fury carefully to make them a fine blade. Once done we leave, they may come with us should they so wish
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>>4600850
>>Sit down the leaders of the Vishnu, and tell the story of what happened beneath the mountain
this might be a decent time to gauge them. regardless of our trauma we can see into a normal man at a super heroic rate
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>>4600850
>>Sit down the leaders of the Vishnu, and tell the story of what happened beneath the mountain
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>>4600850
Supporting >>4600887
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>>4600850
I support >>4600887 as well. let us see if they learn from us.
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>>4600850
>>4600850
>Help the Vishnu bury the dead, and offer them a place in your army officially.
>See if it would be possible to save the children of the Tiger people, even if they are not human.
>Sit down the leaders of the Vishnu, and tell the story of what happened beneath the mountain
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So in general we're all in agreement to use all of our explosives to collapse this whole place? Good.

Now what should we do about young of the tiger people? Spare them and see if they can be raised in the right environment? We could always appraise all their remaining civilians like we did Gao's family: kill the bad ones and mark the good ones with the "mercy" sign on their foreheads.
>or
We leave it to the Vishnu to determine the fates of the children, and depending on if they kill them or not, they get to be a part of our army. Personally, I'm not so sure it'd be good to allow them in if they slaughter them all with no warning.
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>>4600850
>Pull down the dark lair
>get the vishnu in our army
>tell the leaders what occured

Let them deal with the tiger kinds kids. I personally don't have any desire to save them.
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>>4600869
Kairos has two heads, one speaks lies and the other speaks truth. He is always right and wrong
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>>4600850
>See if it would be possible to save the children of the Tiger people, even if they are not human.
Kill the bad ones
>Sit down the leaders of the Vishnu, and tell the story of what happened beneath the mountain
Ya see anyone with these in them, you kill em. See anymore caves like these? Destroy them.
>Help the Vishnu bury the dead, and offer them a place in your army officially.
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>>4600850
>See if it would be possible to save the children of the Tiger people, even if they are not human.
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Aaaaaand we're almost on page 10. Time for a new thread soon I think.
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>>4601029
> He is always right and wrong
Someone needs to brush up on their lore. Both heads told Lorgar the truth.
>>4601005
> So in general we're all in agreement to use all of our explosives to collapse this whole place? Good.
Nope. I think it might be more dangerous since we have no idea why this stuff is here in the first place.
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>>4600850
>Help the Vishnu bury the dead, and offer them a place in your army officially.
>See if it would be possible to save the children of the Tiger people, even if they are not human
>Sit down the leaders of the Vishnu, and tell the story of what happened beneath the mountain
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>>4601166
That is a singular once in a existance event, like the Gal-vorbak. It doesnt really count against my statement when it is a direct counteraction to how he normally acts due to excessively special circumstances
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>>4601191
It proves he does exceptions when it benefits Tzeentch.
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>>4600850
First tell them what happened under the mountain, then offer them a place in our army.
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>>4601166
Doing nothing about it is not a better solution.
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>>4600844
>Such potent rage as to even make one as controlled and serene minded as yourself turn feral as a rabid beast. And though your strength and speed are great tools, the deadliest weapon at your disposal is by far you quick wit and sharp mind. Without it, your effectiveness in combat, especially in a fight to the death, would be simply insufficient and lacking by your standards. Too much to risk, too much to lose. Luckily, the tools of disposing of corrupted and tainted flesh, are easily at hand.
Looks like a glimpse of the geneseed's flaw.
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>>4601278
Just seal it and come back to it later. This shit in Warhammer Fantasy is basically warp uranium.
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>>4601285
I’m kind of curious how strong Lieren would be if he let his rage take over.
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>>4601338
I wonder how powerful a fully armored and armed Great Crusade Lieren would be if he learned to channel his full rage to work in tandem with his intelligence and conscious mind (an advanced form of lucid berserker basically). He could probably murderblender anything one vs one.
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>>4601351
I want him to flip over a titan, not just hold one up from crushing him.
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>>4601174
support
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>>4601351
>>4601354
If he manages to develop biomancy powers and learns to manifest them while in that state he’d probably be the strongest Primarch in combat. Biomancy after all covers body enhancement like superspeed and superstrength.
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>>4601351
Oh shit, when the Emperor arrives, we could do the whole Primarch trials thing and use it to gain Emps lvl teaching about meditation/healthy emotion channeling (Emps is a MEGA-psyker who is practically immune to Chaos, he can probably teach us a lot), philosophy and enlightment (One of our strongest points and will allow Lieren to remove any misconceptions he has and to have a greater understanding of his father, for better or for worst) and teaching people (aka, seeing firsthand how Emps would uplift a world so we can use those methods and also get a fully uplifted Shangrala ready for the crusade, even if he cuts all the trees). Then afterwards we politely ask him for a friendly spar (not a challenge) if he has the time for it.
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>>4601366
We need to befriend Magnus ASAP. If Lieren learns all the biomancy (supernatural body enhancement), technomancy powers (supernatural enhancement of our armour and weapons) and then learns ways to shield his mind and all the antidaemon stuff, he'll be worthy of being the Grey Knights amd overall Inquisitor primarch. Seriously, he is probably physically stronger than angron or maybe even Vulcan, add all the previous bullshit and daemon killing blows on top and you have Doomguy that can talk and live like a normal person.
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>>4601285
Like the black rage in the blood angels?

>>4601351
>>4601366
Relying on rage feels like it might be a weakness Khorne would try to exploit, I think. We would be so fortunate if Lieren did develop space magic powers.

>>4601368
The trials are held on Terra aren't they? What did the trials consist of?

>>4601390
I dont know where Magnus is found, and if hes found before or after the second primarch, but there are other alternatives until Big Red arrives. If dearest dad has the spare time and willingness he could teach our boy. Same for Malcador. Although the both of then would probably not have enough time to play tutor, and would instead throw a psyker teacher at us. Probably from one of the navigator houses or other psyker nobility bullshit.
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>>4600849
>But this one did not, they were empty except for the cold analysis of all that surrounded him, picking apart the world and measuring its threats without a single drop of the feelings that burn within your own veins.

Ah, so Lieren as the Lion interesting

>>4600850
>Help the Vishnu bury the dead, and offer them a place in your army officially.
>See if it would be possible to save the children of the Tiger people, even if they are not human.
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>>4601390
Angron stoned eldar five minutes after crawling from the pod... There is no primarch stronger than him, on one vs one, only warp powered Magnus can stand a chance
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>>4600850
>Help the Vishnu bury the dead, and offer them a place in your army officially.
>See if it would be possible to save the children of the Tiger people, even if they are not human.
>Sit down the leaders of the Vishnu, and tell the story of what happened beneath the mountain.
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>>4601491
>where Magnus is found
9th rediscovered, where, if we haven't been thrown out of order, we're the 3rd.
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>>4601285
But that'd literally just be the black rage, right? A black rage without the 'primarch death' part.
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>>4601828
I'm not a fan of having the rage be a definine or underlining feature of our legion.
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>>4601828
I think it’ll be more like a berserker syndrome.
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>>4601841
agreed, anger and berserker rage are already schticks of other legions.
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Calling the vote now. Sorry for the wait.

Help the Vishnu Bury their dead, and offer them a place in your army: 14
See if there is any way to spare the children of the tiger people:10
End the lives of the remaining beastmen quickly and mercifully: 1
Share your story with the Vishnu Elders:13
Tell the leaders to make peace with outsiders when they leave the forest for good:1
Collapse the tunnels of the mountain as completely as possible:4
Use the tiger children as a test for the Vishnu:4

Total votes: 18
Alright so Lieren will help the Vishnu Bury their dead and offer them a place in his army, after sitting down the surviving leaders and telling them what happened beneath the mountain. And see if there's anyway to spare the children of the tigerfolk

Writing now.

>>4601154
Yeah, the update after this one will be a new thread me thinks.
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>>4601994
New thread sounds like a plan
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>>4601850
>>4601841
Well there may be ways to fix the blind rage part and make it a traquil fury sort of deal.
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>>4602021
I dont know about fixing. From Lieren's PoV it seems more like a mild hindrance. I mean, it has its uses of course.
Wait I forgot my point. Fuck.
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So who else is just waiting for the post?
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>>4602076
Everyone? What kind of question is that?
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>>4602083
The bored kind.
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>>4602103
No u
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same
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Do you guys think Lieren could or should train himself so he could through literal tons with ease?
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>>4602321
Sure why not, not like we haven’t been planning crazier shit.
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>>4602321
I think we have more pressing issues at hand atm
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<Recorded Passage from a rare 4th edition of the <Data redacted>, interred in the personal collection of <Data redacted> Item is a collection of stories and poems once commonly found within <Data Redacted>, the item is bound in a covering formed of pulped leather, many of its pages have become compromised by the passage of time and exposure to the elements. Currently out <Data redacted> Only <Data redacted> pages are complete enough to remain somewhat legible"

Foreword, penned by the humble scribe <Data redacted>
There are many stories told of the benevolent one, the bringer of prosperity, and the wise giant from the heavens. The Hunter who came from nothing. Many of them are accounts that have gained a life of their own, to tower as equals to their subject when he did walk Shangrala. The truth of Lieren is often forgotten, or muddled with childish fantasies or misinterpretations of the events of his lifetime. I have made it my life's work to collect the truest form of the events that proceeded and followed Great Lieren's journey to achieve virtue and spread his wisdom. Contemporary figures have, over the years, been corrupted by bias and hearsay, painting ordinary men as extraordinary outside of their personal abilities and virtuous character.

It is, after all, quite ridiculous to believe that the Red Faced Warrior, was indeed related to the Tyrant of Gao, or that Firestorm Dandan was at all related to the Tao, spirits from the folklore of the southern Region of the Yan prefecture, when in fact she was the daughter of Shan the brilliant. Similarly, Cui Fu was no god, but rather a cruel and mighty warrior, Jinhai of the sea likely was an orphan that Lieren found abandoned along a riverside. But, the stories told, stretch the truth and render much of it as fiction. Lies that would no doubt offend Lieren and his esteemed sect of friends and allies were they to hear them. A reality that struck me, as a descendant of one of his closest advisors, as an unforgiveable insult to the great heroes of his past.

From the moment I could write, I began this effort, to seek the truth behind the Journey many of us still walk today, and the man who casts the shadow that forms such a titanic mythos and legendarium.

<The chapters, titled as <Data redacted> and <Service beneath a tyrant> have been completely lost in this record, having been consumed by a especially virulent form of mildew that has at times sickened the collector <Data redacted>, The Chapter <War against decadence has lost a total of <Data redacted> of its constituent pages >

The Bone Devouring Forest, a place that is often considered a character in its own right in the Legends of The Dai Region of the Yan Prefecture. A horror story to keep children from straying from the Roads built by the Giant during his war against the Tyranny of the old Nobility. Though this Hellish location appears in many tales and plays, often they are mere variations of the original myth concerning it

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>>4602456

In all these variations, a hero braves the depths of the Bone Devouring Forest and its host of monstrous inhabitants and aberrations of life, undergoing many trials in the search of some magical tool or great beast to slay. In some case, such as "The Ox and Tiger" When Chen, friend of Lieren, sought to make an ally of one of the wild people's who dwelt within. Bai, of course was a character present in history long before the Liberation army even neared the Dai region. Thus we can tell this story is false, as are many others, such as "The durance of the panther brothers" and even the beloved "Victory at the bleeding Peak". The only one for certain that has some place in reality and truth, is the story oft adapted into plays or fanciful artwork.

I speak of course of, Lieren tames the bloodthirst forest. A classic, and a cornerstone of our culture. Showing us the virtues of understanding and what unity can achieve between two very different cultures, as well as presenting a easily despised villain
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The Devour of lands and its rider, the Whip wielding Devil, Burning Lasher . A classical monster second only to the Toad Dragon, the Lord of all rivers and mountains. The battle between The Kindly Giant and these hateful creatures is often captured in beautiful artworks and carvings, I have the privilege of earning an early example of such a depiction of Lieren's battle with this Duo of magical beasts.

The legend states that one of the Tyrants that foolishly waged war against the right minded followers of Lieren, fled beyond the expanse of the bone devouring woods, and in some accounts made bargains with numerous evil spirits and devils to impede the Giant's wrath.

Ridiculous. However, it is true that Lieren fought many twisted and abominable forms of life in his travels in the shadows cast by those ancient trees. The version of this story I believe to be the most accurate, is that Lieren had scouted ahead of his army, along with other legends, such as Dong of the mists, The three brother Weis, and of course his brother Feng, sometimes confused with his horse, also named Feng. And they met the Servants of the dark master of the place in their mapping of the old paths.

As described in the old war song, "Bloody hands, Golden Hair", this group of heroes saved a hunting party of lost family of men turned Savage, from the predations of the Burning lasher and its foul steed. Doing battle with them at the three river crossing, which I have visited myself during my travels to collect these stories.

It was shared to me by an old innkeeper, of Vishnu stock. Lieren and his five companions saved the hunters by slaying the devils of the river, the ease of which they slew the beasts revealing to them their progress as warriors. And indeed, the battle is much less grandiose than that against the toad dragon, lasting only three pages, but I shall tell it to you in full, as I heard it from the wise grandfather I met
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>>4602460

<Record interrupted by torn pages, next legible passages begins partway through a retelling of <The death of the mountain devil and his slave>>

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And so, Lieren braved the darkness once again, traveling so deep beneath Shangrala's soil, he found himself in a world forgotten by time, a different place than the one above ground. The ruins of an ancient city, the grave of a lost society. It is here were Lieren found the cause of the Bone devouring Forest, a sorcerer of hell that had corrupted the waters and land with his mere presence. As the men Lieren had forged of clay and iron did battle with the hordes born of the people who once lived in the jungle above. So enraged by this terrible crime, Lieren flew into a rage and wore the hide of Golden flames once more, declaring all the wretches who dwelled in the shadows to be judged and fated to be burned away by his hand this day, or else he would fall upon his own blade.

The most wretched of the beastmen, though empowered by the very essence of sin and corruption, stood no chance against the Giant's might, proving that the sinful will never truly overcome the benevolent. For his radiance, the reflection of his soul upon the mortal world, did burn them to ash and cinders, no longer restrained by Lieren's mortal form. The City burned, the darkness banished, and the cowering master of the abominable hordes did reveal himself, launching a cowardly attack upon the giant, after having gorged itself on the souls of its followers and captives, which it had trapped within... <writing has been burned away, seemingly with purposeful intent >

The monster who had evaded death for so long, could not evade the great hunter of the wilds. Even armed with devilish sorcery and curses, he was no match for the process and cutting intellect of the Giant, and began to flee deeper into the darkness. But no shadow could hide him from the burning, hateful gaze of Lieren, and in a battle that lasted days and night, Lieren broke his foes immortality, so shaming and embarrassing the scholar of the most forbidden art, that his master himself arrived.

The creature was fouler than any Lieren faced before and

<Most of the remaining passage has been burnt away purposefully, except the ending>

Emerging victorious once again, Lieren returned to the men he had created and their bested foe, and sat beside them, teaching them the lessons he had learned from Guozhi of a thousand lives, to show them how to ensure the souls of the dead could peacefully depart without regret.
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The hangs high in the sky still. When you emerge from the darkness, it burns your eyes. But they adjust quickly, the tears forming in them dripping down your dirtied cheeks as you see a most beautiful sight. Families reunited, and a most sorrowful one, the living mourning the dead. The Vishnu, at least at the camp led by Jayesh, are victorious. Though not without a terrible price paid in lives.
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>>4602466

The ground in the camp and leading to the cave are littered with the dead, of both sides. The Tiger king himself is slumped in the middle of the village, missing his head.


The twisted, mutated puppets, surrounded by the smiling corpses of Vishnu Screamers. The ordinary Tiger folk butchered and slaughtered, in heavier numbers by the outer walls.

It is a gruesome scene, those tiger men still in cages have huddled together, eyes filled with fear and terror as the Vishnu stand, unbowed and seemingly unaffected by their wounds. But they too, seem listless, lost. Not afraid, but rather empty. There is no cheering, until one of them spots you, looking into the cage filled with the weak, young and old of the bestial folk.
And even then it is half hearted, the battle and its cost has taken a heavy toll on these warriors, perhaps their thirst for blood has finally been quenched? Or do they not have the energy to celebrate and fight further? The remaining Adults of the Tiger folk are lined up, kneeling before a still form draped in furs. And then it all comes together, why the usually boisterous Vishnu have become so Solemn.

Jayesh, their leader, their father, has been mortally wounded. For a moment, it looked as if he were lifeless, but now it was clear he still drew breath, despite the terrible injuries her had suffered. The Beastmen knelt before him look up at you with fear in their eyes, as if you were a monster. You do not move closer, as Aruna kneels before the aged Warrior on the other side of him, his backed turned to you.

He is his son, he deserves to mourn uninterrupted. His rage and grief are clear upon his back. So you go to work, gathering the dead and slain, to prepare them for burial. Vishnu and Tiger alike watch you curiously, before The Young Hunter who had followed Aruna and Jayesh into the battle calls out.

"He is giving his respects to the fallen, even though they are not his brothers" He says, nursing a dreadful cut across his stomach, he will probably not live to see the dawn "Even though this was not his battle, such valor, such dignity. Such kindness, even though we are cut of different cloth"

And with that, the less wounded and exhausted Vishnu move sluggishly to help you pay the last respects afford to the dead. It was a brutal battle, even if the Vishnu live for war, they deserve peace in death. The ground is hard, it is a struggle to break it for the men, but they continue to struggle, rubbing their hands raw as they try and keep pace with you to break up the mountain soil and stone to make a graveyard for the fallen.

Oddly enough, some of the tiger men get anxious as they see you working, not like an animal that sees its food taken away from it, but similar to a trained hound balking at not being allowed to assist their master. They are kept from rising by blades lain across their shoulders.

Aruna remains silent, as does Jayesh.
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>>4602468

They are not conversing with words, but rather with their eyes. It is clear to you. But you cannot stand to watch it, for you know one day, you shall kneel over Wenyan as he passes and be powerless to preserve his life.

All sons must lose their fathers someday, but even so, it remains a tragedy. In your mind, as you shatter a stone with a crude hammer you found upon the ground, you begin to ponder new passages and teachings to add to your Journey, from the lessons the Vishnu and your battle today had taught you.

Slowly, more and more Vishnu come to aid you, finding purpose once more. Their final enemy had been defeated, outside of the other tribes, they had nothing else to dream of. But, for now, they had a task to distract themselves. What remains of their enemy are weakling, placid, timid things. No a worthy opponent any longer, even after generations of war and scorn. It was likely, however, that if they were left alone, they would execute what remains of the tiger men, to fufil oaths spoken by their fathers and right wrongs of ages past.

Even the children, something that brought a twinge of pain to your heart. They weren't human, but they were still children, unaware of the evils of this world and those of their fathers. There had to be a way to spare them the fate of their fathers and mothers. If your words and deeds, brief though they may be, could resonate with the Vishnu tribes, then perhaps you could save the children. Even if they were not human, it'd leave a bitter taste on your tongue and shadow over your mind if you simply stood by and did nothing while the lives of children were at stake.
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"What madness do you speak, Golden eyes?" Aruna asks, now dressed in the savage finery of Jayesh, standing over the rapidly cooling corpse of his father, daring to look in your eyes as you stand before him, and the leaders of the other tribes of Vishnu, all of them fresh faces, the old warriors you saw before the battle have all fallen as all who follow the way of the sword eventually do. The deaths they craved had been delievered to them

And now, men and women, some younger than your own hunting companions the brothers of the panther, stand before you with fresh war paint and still blood signs of office drapped over their shoulders. Some freshly skinned from their bestial foes.

"I said it plainly, mighty Aruna, I implore you to spare the children at least" You say, flicking a crude ink formed of clay and the pressings of some flowers growing near the gravesight you had worked with Aruna's kin to make throughout the day and night. The other leaders, having taken a chance to sit down and drink and share tales of their valor and victories, as the rest of the Vishnu warriors worked to collapse the cave entrances or watch over the men still clinging to life.

"Is that the meaning of the marks you put upon their heads? A sign of protection?" Aruna snarled as one of his equals barred his teeth,
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>>4602470

The new chief of the first shook his head and laughed "They're monsters my friend, why do you treat them like your fellow men"

"It is my way, I cannot stand to hear children cry or see them huddled in fear, it is poison to my heart" You answer with a slight bow of your head. A fiery haired woman, who reminds you of some hellish spawn of Bai and Xin or perhaps Jiang in her temperament, from what little you've seen of her, laughs.

"Ah, a fathers pain, he has the heart of a leader, and we would just shame ourselves if we slaughtered infants. let them fight for survival as we all did" She says blithely, a certain brutality hidden beneath her merciful words.

"I have to agree with the third" A man an axe wound across his shoulder sighs, his head shorn to leave a single strip of hair in the middle "As the leader of the Fifth, we would just sully our hands. They may be monsters, but what hunter kills the cubs while hunting their parents? they pose no threat to us any longer"

"And I, as the leader of the Second army, spit upon such words" The man who snarled growls "Their kin folk slew many of our number, devoured just as many and took carnal knowledge of our mothers and sisters, I say butcher them and be done with it!"

You raise your head, and the tall man suddenly shrinks away

"Let us...be done with this curse" He struggles to speak, the air catching in his throat as he realizes saying such puts him in direct opposition with you

"Curse? How many of them are left. We'll have no enemies except each other if we kill them all, and I would not want to shed the blood of those who bled and died beside me" The third groans, crossing her arms and boldly puffing up her chest "Why are you so threatened by children, second?"

"They have wronged us, the grudges we bare for them are long and endless" The fourth speaks up, raising his hand into the air "The Eight and Sixth were lost to us by their hands, were they not?"

The six chiefs lower their heads for a moment.

"That may be true" A tall woman with iron rings around her neck speaks up "But we have killed many of them today, perhaps our lost brothers may be considered avenged now, after all, who remembers a single member of the sixth or eighth?"

Aruna remains silent.

"We're a new generation" Fifth sighs, rolling his injured shoulder "Our enemies lie dead, by our hands or"

He looks at you with an indignant look

"Or by another's. What point is there in staining our stories with a cowardly act?" The fifth asks as the third cries in affirmation, crying like the birds whose feather's she wears.

"And stain it with another by leaving our vengeance incomplete?" The second hisses as the forth bows his head and The seventh looks down on him "As the forth said, we have been wronged, the only salve will be blood"

"I merely reminded our peers of our grudges, I didn't say anything about which path we should take " The forth says, clapping his hands together
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>>4602472

"Fifth is right, this is a time of change, the Sixth and Eighth were after all lost because we did not stand as our ancestors did"

The second snarls, seeing his support failing. Aruna shudders, eyes closed tightly.

"Cowards, traitors! betrayers of oath and blood!" He cries out, his eyes filled rage and madness

"Want to die, bastard?" The third snarls, raising her arms and shifting the red and orange feathers that make up her cloak, to make it seem as if she were a bird ruffling her feathers. the second reaches for his blade.

"Unity is strength" Aruna mumbles, his shoulders drooping as the Fifth reaches for the steel blade stuck through his belt of corded reeds, The seventh steps to his and the thirds side. The Forth sighs and stares at the sky, a look of disapointment in his eyes.

Aruna's eyes flash open, and looks into your as your lips curl into a calm and utterly content smile. A light flashes in his eyes, realization. He knows that there's a way out of this hell, and you have shown him and his virtue and kindness. A short lesson, but in a time of turmoil and sorrow, one that cuts quite deep.

His eyes dance over to the three who oppose the most brutish of the chiefs, and then over to the brute himself, who has taken a step back to ensure he has enough space to move when he inevitably attacks on of the three who have allied against him. Aruna runs a hand through his wild mane of autumn red hair, pressing it down as his eyes narrow. He's sizing up the two sides, his warrior's instinct weighing the chance of victory for both combatants.

The second is heavily built, and the only Vishnu among the chiefs wearing armor. But he's outnumbered. Will the subtle lesson of the strength of unity and the value of generosity, kindness and understand win out? Or will the bloody traditions of the wild Vishnu damn them to continuing to exist as savages.

Oh, wait, that twitch in his arm. He's going to kill the second. Without hesitation. You keep smiling, as Aruna drives an iron blade in the beserk chiefs neck, the one place in his armor exposed.

The third yelps and jumps, The fifths recoils back, the seventh winces and looks somewhat horrified. The forth shakes his head.

"The power of one, is no longer our way" Aruna says coldly, watching the life fade from the man he just murdered "We have answered our oaths, and shall make efforts to leave. As the New first, I hold, by the right of my might to command the six regiments"

"How foolish" is all the forth says as the other three remain silent "He should have died with the last of the old generation, it seems"

"Now he is shamed in death, a death outside of battle" The fifth says, bowing his head, as he moves his hand away from his steel

"So, you have eyes to see after all, Wise Aruna" You say, stepping over the twitching corpse between the two of you "You saw the lesson I intended to teach"
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>>4602476

"I realized it'd be a mistake to turn you against us" he says, clearly hiding his actual feelings behind a façade of pragmatism, that cracks as he flashes you that cocky smirk he wore when you first spoke to him "You who presents us a way forward, so mothers have no need to choose one child over another, where fathers can meet their grandchildren"

"Exactly" The third chirps meekly, her boisterousness subdued at the sight of Aruna's

"I stand by this choice" The seventh says first, nodding her head wildly, Which the other chiefs quickly mimic, shaking their wild hair as Aruna frowns, glancing down at the blood on his blade.

"Mercy, such a strange thing" He says, turning towards you "But I know better than to put my hand into a tiger's jaw. If Golden eye wishes to save the children of our enemy, we who seek to save our own, we would be hypocrites who shame those who come after us. Our war is ending, my friends, our children shall be no warriors"

they look at him like he has gone mad, Forth especially. Fifth, third and seventh just tilt their heads, like confused pups.

"Oh, did Jayesh not tell your fathers? Your mothers? Our large friend here comes from outside this hellhole, the bountiful lands we were cursed to never see again" Aruna says, flashing a confident smile now as he cleans his blade "His ways, his actions, promise a new life for our kind, he who gave so easily, who saw the strength in the weak. I committed a mercy killing the second, Golden eyes stands far beyond any of us, and can't you smell it?"

Third looks you up and down and grins a wicked grin

"He reeks of blood and battle" She chirps happily, bouncing in place like the excited child she is "He knows how to break the ancient spell?"

"Are the lands of the foxes truly so bountiful as to birth men of that stature?" The fifth asks, scratching the paint off his face idly "I heard they were soft?"

"Yet, he was the one who slew Mud mouth and burning lasher" Aruna snorts, before crossing his arms "And fought a great foe beneath the earth, if he's been bled"

"I have" You say, nodding your head again "I can share the story if you wish to hear it"

Aruna simply grins.

The seventh and forth judge you quickly

"No great warrior among our kind have been born through mercy" The Forth says

"Only because the forest would devour any who were not strong enough" The seventh snarls

"Exactly, exactly" The third chimes in, too seem as important as the rest "So if we...if we leave"

"Our ways must change" Aruna finishes, struggling to look in your eyes "Now, why don't you tell us that story, Golden eyes"

You simply smile

"I shall, I shall, I am in good spirits, after all" You say with a grin. Aruna nods, and calls over another hunter from his party, one of two besides Aruna of the five to survive the battle
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>>4602477

"Spread the order, the cubs are not to be harmed, under threat of painful death" He says simply, before sitting down in front of the fire, the dead chiefs lined up in front of it, still unburied, now numbering seven in total, counting the recently killed second "Now, friend, share with us your tale of glory"
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it would appear you great prowess of story telling had endeared the third and seventh to you, as now they kept trying to hang onto your arms and shot your amorous stares. The seventh even bluntly proclaimed her Carnal intentions with you. Forth and Fifth merely listened, cheering and shouting uproariously as you told them of your victory against the slave lord. Aruna merely looked sick, and said a single name as if it were a curse as you spoke of his end

"Vipul" is what he muttered, so scornfully.

"And you threw a stone, the size of yourself at the creature?" Seventh, who has yet to speak her name to you, despite the way she hangs on your words

"Easiest way to ensure it'd die" You say, causing Fifth to roar with laughter, as the lesser warriors scream praises and cheers for the action, some of the children and elderly have been gathered on the mountain peak as well. The children of the Tiger clan watched you, confused yet happy to be out of their cages. The sat separate from the Vishnu, almost corralled, they seemed as confused as they were afraid. But your story had distracted them from the sight of their parents having their throats slit. they were the last of their species, and they were unaware of it. At most, they numbered a mere three hundred, at minimum, barely two hundred. And if the Vishnu were honest, the Tiger men had numbered well over ten thousand before the day began.

"Amazing, what an amazing reaction!" fifth cackles, slapping his hands on his knees

"Clever, it could dance out of your range, so you attacked it like an ape" Forth says with a nod

"Yes yes, very wise, very clever" The new second said, clearly kissing up to his five seniors and you after his predecessor was cut down. He only had a single scar. it seemed the second had suffered terrible losses in the battle, so consumed by their bloodlust they were. You even heard of a few turning on their own, screaming of skulls and thrones before they were cut down by their cousins of the other tribes. All that were left were the meek, the unbloodied. All their warriors, outside of a handful, had died by the blades of their enemies or their own brothers.

Such senseless butchery.

"And strong, so very strong" Seventh says coyly as Aruna smirks in amusement when he sees how uncomfortable you are with the obvious shows of affection given unto you by the two warrior queens.

Third taps her fingers on her twin blades.

"Of course, I am a giant after all" is all you say in reply "Next of course, came the execution"

Aruna's eyes light up as he remembers why you came into the forest for the first place.
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>>4602478

"Burning oil, you said you used?" He asks, sipping his drink "Will that be the same method you dispose of the enemy outside of this cage?"

"no, a simple cut to the throat should suffice to kill swine" You say, causing Third's face to flush red with desire as Seventh flashed a triumphant grin. how troublesome they both were. At least the Woman of Yan weren't so bold with their affection and desire. These two were like Jiang or Rong born female. Like oxen in heat "And then I shall return to my own war"

"I thought you disliked killing" Forth spoke as you nodded "I thought so, being so merciful and kind, yet you lead a war of your own?

"I must, it is my duty to the people and lands. the Tyrants must die, so all my live in peace and comfort" You say and the six act as though you're speaking an alien language "As you know, i cannot stand to see suffering, the men I fight, deserve no power, wealth or even their lives. IF they tried, they could feed their people, but they gorge themselves and feast. They are decadent degenerates consumed by hedonism and excess"

"...a worthy prey" The fifth mutters, Third's eyes light up, as does the forth and sevenths. For all their words of changing, they have not lost their lust for battle. And neither has Aruna, who snarls as you speak of your enemy again.

"Haaah, if only we could have such a detestable enemy, we'll be lost outside of these woods" Aruna sighs, smirking as he practically begs you to give him and his people a chance to continue their way of life, a kinder form of it, but one still based on battle and struggle. The warrior blood of his race demands him to.

But, at least, they will not leave children and elderly to die any longer, even if they remain as warriors. The sick and weak will be allowed to live. They had passed the tests you set before them

"Well, My army can always use more men" You say with a smirk, which is returned with five grins and one wince "If you'd accept the offer, that is"
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What do you do as you leave the forest and head for Mao Castle, the end the swine, Lieren?
> Give maps to the Vishnu and a seal proving their loyalty to your cause, and send them to join your army reserve
>Tell them were they can find battle, Against the last army of the Xue, and give them a rough banner of Panther hide to fly
> Gather the beastmen children, and explain to them what has happened, as gently as possible and allow them to follow after you, so they may learn how to be civilized
>Tell the chiefs your actual name, and offer them friendship and teaching, if they truly intend to change as they so claim
>Write in

New record for biggest update, I've archived.
Next update will be a new thread.
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>>4602482
>> Give maps to the Vishnu and a seal proving their loyalty to your cause, and send them to join your army reserve
>> Gather the beastmen children, and explain to them what has happened, as gently as possible and allow them to follow after you, so they may learn how to be civilized
>>Tell the chiefs your actual name, and offer them friendship and teaching, if they truly intend to change as they so claim
God, I do love that cryptic future lore.
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>>4602486
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>>4602486
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>>4602482
Backing this >>4602486
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>>4602486
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>>4602486
Supporting
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>>4602486
This
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>>4602482
>Write in

In addition to whatever might be the final vote, offer to let the kids pet our horse. Kids like ponies, and Feng is kinda like a pony, if ponies were jumbo sized, blood thirsty, and taller than top-three men.

Vote for a long term goal: get some sick fucking gains so we have a chance of out doing Angron in the family "Titan Flipping" picnic games.
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>>4602486
Backing
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>>4602648
I mean, it's not like Lieren doesn't engage in regular training already. However I suppose a renewed fervor for training could be explained by the fact that magic is fucking scary, better make sure we're strong enough to blow out lesser daemons like The Controller with ease.
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>>4602658
and maybe see if we can look at something hard enough to kill it. I mean Lieren could already do that with normal people, but I mean magic eye lasers for demons and shit.
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>>4602664
Being able to explode shit with our mind would be cool, but I'm not sure that's something Lieren has the potential for.
Then again we'll know almost everything Lieren could do once the Emperor tells us.
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>>4602665
So far the only things that come to mind is his piercing gaze, his affinity for the simple folk (shout out to my home boy Mortarian. he was a farmer too I think.), and new found hatred for warp demons.

Come on Big E. Tell us our fortune.
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>>4602486
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>>4602669
>shout out to my home boy Mortarian. he was a farmer too I think.
A farmer and a terrible asthmatic as far as Primarchs go. Also the Emperor was kind of a massive asshole when he picked him up. Seems to be a common theme among the traitor Primarchs.
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>>4602665
I had this weird idea that our legion is parked above our world watching us to learn about who we are and how we go about things, mirroring the way that we stalk enemies to learn about them.

When its a Primarch who builds shit Emps doesn't usually show up until the building is done. I could see a scenario where he finds us, sees that our work is unfinished, but sees that we are rebuilding the planet. He decides to wait until we are done rebuilding this Daemon infested planet/(solar system?) before judging us.

This would allow us to reach our full potential on our own, allow our legion to learn to stalk an enemy, and then give emps a grand entrance at a dramatic moment.
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>>4602686
Before our Legion learns anything from us, I wanna see what they themselves have done with our Geneseed in our absence.
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>>4602686
That's an interesting theory, but I have my doubts he would do that. Were that the case, wouldnt he had waited for the Lion and Russ to kill everything bad before bringing them into the fold?
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>>4602689
Same. It would be nice to know what tactics they have been employing, and if there are any noticable defects to their geneseeds, such as the WRATH OF JUSTICE, or if they have sudden cravings for peaches, or the urge to cultivate farms in their ships.
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>>4602482
> Give maps to the Vishnu and a seal proving their loyalty to your cause, and send them to join your army reserve
> Gather the beastmen children, and explain to them what has happened, as gently as possible and allow them to follow after you, so they may learn how to be civilized
>Tell the chiefs your actual name, and offer them friendship and teaching, if they truly intend to change as they so claim
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>>4602693
>the Astartes of the 2nd Legion are addicted to civil engineering and telling stories to children
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>>4602696
>"Brother, please, I need my fix. I just I just need to tell them one- no two stories and I'll be good for the week a swear."
>a drugged out marine in a plus sized wheelchair keeps mutter "muh youth outreach programs"
>one battle brother has tamed spiders in an attempt to knit silk socks for orphans
>some rooms over another marine breaks down crying because he has to admit hes too nice to kids
>below the Rehabus Habilitus are paden rooms full of restrained 2nd legion marines that madly theorize and memorize friendly child safe fiction and non fiction stories
>there are sometimes heated feuds between second legion captains on whole can raise the most bake sales money for buy Timmy a new leg
>disheveled 2nd legion boys scouting the underhive ghettos looking to get their rocks off by kidnapping orphans and setting them on the right path to success.
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>>4602692
Admittedly I only have a cursory knowledge of 40k lore. I have to Google every new name and term that comes up.

It's more so a series of scenes that entered my mind and I thought, 'that seems to fit.' Like, the hunting/watching/waiting for the opportune time to enter. Allowing us to self-actualize in the same way that we allow our generals to slowly get there. I don't know it just seemed to fit.
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>>4602723
To you? Perhaps. In actuality the Emperor wants to find all his kids as soon as possible so he can finally create his Human Webway project.
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>>4602724
I suppose, but there are also instances where he acted completely against the interest of time. He was in contact with Magnus psychically since he was plummeting to his planet. He could have travelled through the warp and back by himself right then and there but he didn't (according to my knowledge(BIG DISCLAIMER)).

Ultimately, if he really wanted to he could have probably removed the nail from Angrons head, but he didn't.

Even at my cursory glance I can see the Emp is full of contradictions.
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>>4602734
You can blame GW for that
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>>4602734
The reason is that the Horus heresy stuff was never supposed to be anything more than bias views held by each Primarch rather than an objective reality.
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>>4602747
you can blame <THE LORE> for <THE LORE>
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>>4602486
support
Write some letters even for give them anything they would need too (supplies, assignment of land, translators, healers, smiths, equipment, weapons and so on)

>>4602478
>"And strong, so very strong" Seventh says coyly as Aruna smirks in amusement when he sees how uncomfortable you are with the obvious shows of affection given unto you by the two warrior queens.

kek
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>>4602766
>>4602482
Uh oh. Do the Vishnu know how to speak the common tongue, or did we have anyone in our army that could speak vishnu?
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>>4602780
I assume there has to be some soldiers in the rear echelon who could be taught how to speak Vishnu to a point where they could facilitate translation.
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>>4602780
Bigger problem here actually, we gotta get the Vishnu to protect their modesty lest our existing regiments become..."distracted"
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>>4602792
I feel bad about all the men in the army. There is no one to protect them from the big sweaty muscular amazonian women. Those poor bastards.
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>>4602792
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>>4602820
The only reason why the lib army is suffering major casualties, is due to shattered pelvises.
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>>4602824
You've put a terrible thought into my head...what if the 11th Primarch is the Vergil to our Dante?
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>>4602834
oh no-
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>>4602835
>Heresy ensues
>Lieren links up with 11th Legion after they've gone dark for some time
>The 11th boards our vessel and demands a council to be held
>"Your legion, give it to me."
>"No way! You have your own."
>"Well I want yours too!"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xti_6Bzpa8A
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>>4602834
To be fair we're more Vergil so the 11th would be the Dante to our Vergil if anything.
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>>4602482
>Tell them were they can find battle, Against the last army of the Xue, and give them a rough banner of Panther hide to fly
> Gather the beastmen children, and explain to them what has happened, as gently as possible and allow them to follow after you, so they may learn how to be civilized
>Tell the chiefs your actual name, and offer them friendship and teaching, if they truly intend to change as they so claim
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>>4602834
>Implying we're not the vergil
come on anon, are you even trying
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>>4602482
Man, the loss of knowledge really does hit you hard when you've seen it all happening yourself. Especially stuff like even the 'let's be realistic' guy thinking that Jinhai was an orphan or that you brought your companions to the forest.
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>>4602648
I actually agree with getting some gains. Lieren has so far coasted on his primarch bodies, but we need to train more. Lieren is pretty combat-oriented, after all. While we do administrate, we have an fair chance to be amongst the strongest primarchs if we continue climbing in strength.
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>>4602798
>That part where even lieren is flustered by the amazonian queens
At least we know vishnu are still alive in the far future. That means an lucky guardsman might one day find himself fighting alongside an buff amazonian guardswoman/sister of battle
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>>4602957
We've aided the imperium in ways they'll never know.
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>>4602951
Yeah. It really sucks how the latest guy did Feng dirty like that. Hes a great horse.

>>4602904
Someone else post that Virgil "foolishness fulgrim" copypasta
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>>4602951
We need to use our Primarch lvl memory and writing ability to make an accurate book about our live, ommiting or leaving vage the parts about Chaos to avoid as much censorship as possible. Make sure to write it down on a material that can last as long as possible, maybe even using relatively thick slabs and engraving the text into the material instead of writing (and also put a fuckton antidaemon, anticorruption and antidecay blessings, or even blank bullshit relics imbued into the material). To avoid making the interlude noncannon, we could make only a few copies of the really good material (those, alongside our personal book, aka the Original edition, would end up being really powerful and cherised relics), and then print some less quality ones for the public. To be sincere, we can't preserve the truth galaxywide, but we can make sure that at least our marines or a group of marines know us for who we are and not an idol made from millenia of legends and bullshit.
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>>4603096
Paper books would be preferable to leather scrolls at this point.
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>>4602961
Even if Lieren gets purged, we now know that many random badass Guardsmen in the future will look at their buff amazon GF and will unknowingly thank him, and he will look from the Warp and laugh, now a transformed into a Sanguinor-like spirit of Mankind, Martial Arts, Buff Amazon GFs and overall trolling Chaos and the Emperor.
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>>4603102
I was thinking more of reinforced adamantium slabs imbued with some blank power or tech to avoid Chaos interference, or Magnus/Emps blessing the fuck out of them with daemon-killing, corruptionproof aura.
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>>4603096
We are a primarch, we are CERTAINLY an idol made of centuries of legend and millennias worth of sorcery bullshit.

But yeah, we already had this existential panic, it's why we wrote the Journey
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In other news, Imay be the only one who took this long to notice, but the sorcerer was the former First chief Vipul.

Always good to remember an enemy
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>>4603107
That's over the top and a waste of materials. Just get several data slates and digital duplicates.
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>>4603116
That will get corrupted easily. The point is to be so over the top that the slabs with our story do not simply get corrupted, lost or destroyed.
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>>4603120
I highly doubt we'll do that. If corruption is an issue then throw it in a stasis field. Adamantine can get corrupted too you know.
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>>4603096
Reminder that we wrote that book to be revised and improved upon.
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Also I'm excited for the next play.
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I like the idea of engraving our story as it really is/the journey on something resistant. We could probably keep it on Shangrala, because god knows it'll be lost forever if we leave it on terra

But that won't be necessary until after emps arrives and we understand the true scale of humanity.
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>>4603137
"Lieren tames the jungle"
With smash follow up
"Lieren takes the vishnu/Lieren takes the jungle: origin of the narky naked beserkers" (censored/ Realistic editions)

The realistic edition really did cause a scandal with a few genuine vishnu helping out. Apparently 3 deaths in rehearsal when they thought their weapons were faulty and a further death when they were told that was the point
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I like to image the 11th primarch might be a combo of the pirate idea, mixed with multiple music genres.
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>>4603266
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_9fvMQ04is4&ab_channel=LaFamigliaDoorsiana
11th Primarch theme song
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>>4603135
The Journey, yes, but our autobiography is just our live but written, I can't see how our past could change but not the recording of said past
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>>4603135
And let it go the way of the imperial truth? Maybe it'd work for an normal world, but in the grimdark galaxy where a planet is less than nothing and a millenia isn't even that much time, we can't afford to let our book be slaughtered

We need to keep an 'original' version of The Journey in a place that can't be destroyed. If we get it to be an 'monument' that our legion protects (in our homeworld) then it'll be as protected as it can be.
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>>4603365
If that’s all it takes to make it “go the way of the Imperial Truth” then you never had a chance of avoiding that fate.
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>>4603365
>Reminder that we wrote that book to be revised and improved upon.
It would be a shit book if it remained static. it's gonna need some revisions once the Emperor blows our mind with some deepest lore. Especially once Lieren realizes he's effectively immortal.
Well, sure? Make copies of each iteration of the book, and for every book after will have a note on all the edits and why they were put in place at the time.
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>>4603382
Anon, it's the 40k universe. Any book that isn't specifically protected by a legion who made it will be destroyed or warped beyond meaning.

The Journey should become our legion's Codex Astartes. Only then will it be truly safe.
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>>4603398
>Codex Astartes
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>>4603410
What? Don’t you love it when your marine go completely retarded and go against what you intended?
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>>4603398
I think we can have our own specific spiritual text on top of the existing Codex Astartes.
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>>4603410
I'd like to believe our marines aren't as retarded as the blueberry men.
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>>4603453
>I'd like to believe marines aren't retarded
I may have found your issue
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Alright, calling the vote now

Give maps to the Vishnu and a seal proving their loyalty to the cause and send them to join the reserve:12
Gather the beastmen children, explain to them what happened as gently as possible and allow them to follow you so they can be taught how to be civilized: 12
Tell the chiefs your actual name and offer the friendship and teaching:12
Let the children pet your nameless horse:1

Alright, So Lieren will tell the leaders of the vishnu his name and offer them his friendship and teachings, before sending them with a seal to prove their loyalty to any member of your army they meet.
As he leaves the BDF, he'll gather the Tiger children he saved, and explain what happened to their parents and society, gently and kindly as he can, allowing them to follow him so he can teach them the ways of civilized men.

Writing up the New thread OP now, please wait patiently. I'll link it here when its ready

Also nice memes

>>4603011
as you command

Lieren: why do you refuse to gain virtue? The virtue of our father, The emperor?

Fulgrim: Father? I don't have a father. Ha ha ha! I just dont like you is all.

>Intense mortal combat, Gundao flips the blade away and impaled Fulgrim

Lieren: foolishness Fulgrim, foolishness. Virtue is everything. And without it, you cannot stand against anything.
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>>4603462
>nameless horse
Wait it doesn’t?
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>>4603471
Lieren hasn't named it.
Yet
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>>4603473
We demand horsey names!
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>>4603480
Thomas Equinus
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>>4603473
Name it Horsie, or Princess.
Yeah let's name the horse Princess.
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>>4603480
alright for a serious answer

Longma (Chinese) winged horse with Dragon scales
Tianma (Chinese) Winged horse, sweats blood
Ama no Fuchigoma (Japanese) no many details given

out of those three I think Longma would be the best, we could build some scale mail for it.
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>>4603528
Princess Longma
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>>4603536
That's how Lieren died, murdered by an offended MEGA horse
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>>4603563
worth it. It's not like the horse is smart enough to understand.
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New thread here: >>4603602

Get in here lads
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>>4603618
aye aye sir
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Kek, I just noticed something. The Yan emperor in chinese mythos was the emperor of fire, associated with fire, fire-based agriculture and droughts. The Huang emperor (yellow emperor or august/radiant/Heavenly emperor) was associated with bears (beasts), rain, the sky and agriculture. The are both rivals and the Yellow emperor defeats the Yan emperor but assimilates his bloodline and legacy instead of destroying it. This sounds good for the quest due to the parallelism between the actual Yan emperor (fire/sorcery, droughts/disasters/ruin, being an enemy) and Lieren as the Yellow emperor (benevolent sage, inventor and philosopher-king, inventor of agriculture or at least responsible of it's expansion through all China, etc). This also correlates with Big E as the Yellow emperor (who was in myth the product of intellectual nobles rationalizating Shengui or whateverhisnamewas, the superme god of the chinese pantheon as a semihistorical figure that started chinese culture), amd Lieren as the (New) Yan emperor (Lieren is associated with gunpowder and firearms and will rule the Yan kingdom). Emps defeats Lieren and takes control, but allows him and his legacy to exist under his command.
What do you think guys
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