>>4696713

By drowning the capital in the blood of all the women and children he had ordered taken in a festival of slaughter and madnened degeneracy.

Enraged, you chose then to march to bring an end to such wickedness and avert what would be remembered as the gravest atrocity in the history of Shangrala. However, emotions should not be allowed to control the man who experiences them.

So instead of charging forward blindly, you chose to meditate for a time and clear your mind, to search for answers within yourself
-

Pacing your breath, you slowed the beat of your hearts and entered a state that to all others would appear as death. The flow of your burning, wrathful blood began to slow and calm. Murderous rage and thoughts of the horrors that awaited you at the capital began to fade away like cinders upon the wind. The fog of emotion and rightful felt anger began to settle and thin.

In the depths of your empty mind, you stared into the void. Every atom of your being became none to you, every pulse of your twin hearts started and ended at your command. You could feel every drop of blood dripping its way through your veins, feel the marrow in your bones. Every organ, many more than that of the common man, became as obvious to your senses as your own two mighty hands.

For the short span of your life, you had often looked within yourself for answers, and turned inward to restrain and control both passion and cold logic to achieve a stable internal equilibrium of the two paradoxical sides of yourself. That which acted upon emotion, and that which acted upon near mechanical instinct. The Genial Giant who labored so others may prosper, the Emotionless Ogre who stared out at the world and found the most efficient path forward. Both sides of you were Lieren. Rage, Sorrow, Joy and all other emotions were as much a part of you as much as the void of feeling was. You were Lieren, the Golden Eyed Giant from the stars and sole scion of the primarch people upon Shangrala.

They were both separate and not. One fed into the other, one aided the other. Two schools of thought so intermingled they produced a singular mind and soul, even though they were opposed. Cold Logic standing beside Warm emotion. That was the core of you. The Man bred within a machine, taught to be human by the simplest and gentlest of folks. Lieren was a product of his kin, without those you loved you would not be yourself. All your strength, all of your wisdom and knowledge was worthless compared to the character built through familial love, deep camaraderie and true friendship.

Love. Love was what made you strong. Not your body. Not your keen intellect. Nor even your natural talent in the killing arts. Love was the source of all your strength and the force that drove you to preform such heroic deeds and impossible triumphs.

Love. That was it. Love was the true center of your self. Not efficiency, duty or morality. But the simple feeling of loving and being loved in turn.
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>>4696715

That was the truth of Lieren the Giant. the truth that had led you to this long and arduous path of life you had lived. Love is what commanded you to aid the starving villagers of nothing when you were younger. Love is what inspired you to build the giant's road. Love is what led you to rebel. And Love is what commands you to achieve victory.

A cool sensation spreads through your existence, from the crown of your head it begins, downwards it continues. Like a cool breath of wind or gentle caress of the ever moving tide. It dances across every inch of your body, soaking deeply into not only your flesh but your very existence.

The revelation, discovered in the deepest corner of your mind, has brought a further refinement to your mind, heart and soul, bringing you ever so slightly nearer to true enlightenment.

The void within your mind, suddenly shifts to a gentle gold hue. the same color of your eyes. The color of rays of sun piercing through fog, the color of a fire's warm glow. The color of deep and honest love. Of unconditional love. Of pure, thoughtless caring.

The very color of your soul. Dyed by the compassion and kindness given to and returned by countless lives. Wenyan, Feng, Jinhai, Zian, Rong, Shaved Head Wei, Half Jaw Hu, Liang and Jiang, Dong. Small Chen dearly departed, Fat Chen, Xin, Red Face Wei, Bai, Guozhi the wise, Yin Lei, Qian Xia, Tao Dandan, Lai Song, Gao Daiyu, Shan, Dai Niu, Aruna, Rudra, Manu, Kamikashi, Akansha, Shirong and the rest of the many friends and followers you have found in your life.

Avinash and Ananya and the other two hundred and eighty three students you teach and the uncountable others who have learned from your wisdom and gave unto you wisdom in return. The thousand upon thousand upon thousands of lives you have touched all touched you in return.

And they have given you love, as you have loved them.

This revelation of your own nature, has brought to you unparalleled understanding and comprehension of yourself and of your true nature. At last, you have met yourself and achieved a fraction of actualization and progress to enlighten. Dawning from the depths of your soul, knowledge grows forth as if hatched from an egg or grown from a seed.

By looking so deeply inwards, by turning your mind's gaze upon yourself. A hidden truth has been revealed, a fraction of enlightenment.
Con

>>4696717

What lesson do your lips utter, oh beloved Lieren?
>Life is a but a transient illusion. The Physical form I wear is naught but an anchor to this fanciful dream we call existence. Already I have wandered along vast distances. However, further yet I can walk beyond this mortal shell.
>Emotion is a tangible force. When felt strongly enough, it can dye the hearts and minds of others. As my soul has been dyed in love, so too can I paint the souls of others.
>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love
>One does not die when their body fails and withers. One does not die when they are slain. One only dies when their heart becomes empty of emotion and lingering attachments. My flesh may be sundered, my blood may be spilt. But as long as my heart burns brightly and passionately, I shall not die!
>Write in?

https://youtu.be/9k1F3PjY948 Music to accompany this enlightening revelation

>>4696721
If this is the specualted psyker option, I'm saying that these are
[Telepathy]
[no clue]
[Banishing]
[Biomancy]

But frankly, while I like them all, I have to go with the coolest one that fits the music, SLIGHTLY ALTERED!
>One does not die when their body fails and withers. One does not die when they are slain. One only dies when their heart becomes empty of emotion and dearest attachments. My flesh may be sundered, my blood may be spilt. But as long as my heart burns brightly and passionately, With my friends and followers and family still relying on me, I shall not die!

>>4696721
>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love
The only thing that can truly hurt chaos.

>>4696733
The second one probably would be like the Emperors ability to influence other's minds.

>>4696739
Maybe. But even if it is, I feel that "So long as one innocent is in harms way, I shall not fall!" is so Lieren that it's just. . . Mmmmm.

Not the most useful choice. Not the most sensible choice. But damn if it isn't dripping with his sense of morals and purpose on it.

>>4696746
Then again, your option fits more with "hunter" lieren, rather than "Gentle giant with kind golden eyes" Lieren

>>4696721
>>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love
time to finally get a weapon to mess up demons

>>4696733
More likely the second is telepathy the first is divination.
>>4696721
>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love
Time to delete a daemon from existence.

>>4696746
I don't know, I personally think that is too close to Vulkan thing with loving people and being a perpetual.
I think banishing combines really well with the journey.

>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love
>Lieren: *Points to Daemon* Yeetus Deletus.

>>4696754
And the night haunter is too close to Corvus Corax, I'm not too bothered.

You raise a fair point on the journey, banishing hedonism and tyranny. But by that same argument, Divination also fits really well as a means of discerning wisdom from those who walked your path before.

>>4696752
That could make sense, but part of me still thinks that the "emotion is a tangible force" is a bit on the nose.
Or maybe malal never planned for us to develop proper psychic powers and we are debating over nothing. Least it's a good thought experiment.

We’re going to unlock the others later on anyway, it would be silly not to.

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>>4696768
We're not a Grand Psyker like Magnus, we'll maybe get 2-3 Disciplines tops

>>4696721
>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love
This is the most helpful right now I think unless the first one is some kind of astral projection which will allow us to see things from afar. Still I choose the above however as it will help in case others daemons appear.

Anyone else think the choices kinda parallel the Chaos Gods? Maybe I'm being schizo, but it looks to me like they correspond to Tzeentch, Slaanesh, Khorne, and Nurgle in that order.

>>4696773
I see no reason why he can’t learn all of them. Only reason limit to psyker powers is perils of the warp and control over warp energy which go hand in hand.
>>4696791
You bring up a good point.

>>4696791
A lot of important choices we had presented have been mirroying the chaos gods, for exemple the tenents of the journey.
But in this case it's just a bit tangencial, specially since khornate options wants to oppose hate and spite, and the nurglite to deny death for example.

>>4696791
It was mentioned that the Journey contains the positive traits of all four so probably you're right but as long as we're careful we won't have a problem with potential corruption if that's what you're afraid of.

>>4696717
Aaaah, knew I was forgetting something. Forgot to put Kanzeon on the list at the end of the post. Must've slipped my mind because I doubled checked how some of the names were spelt
My mistake.

>>4696816
It's less a fear of corruption and more wondering how I could make a Malalic write-in. Drawing a blank right now, I'll take a bit more time to think about it.

>>4696823
Oooh sounds interesting.

>>4696721
Whew lad! These are some tough ones to choose from

>>4696733

I don't want our dear Lieren to get redacted this seems fitting. I support this with the alteration.

_
[spoilers] Also I hope the eleventh primarch for the quest remains without redaction either. I still think this is one of the best quests I have participated in. I am fortunate enough to be here for it. [/spoiler]


I am excited for what comes next, and the music choice is nice. We are learning a lot about philosophy on this quest. Or at least I am.

>>4696721
>>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love

>>4696721
>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love

>>4696721
>>Write in?
>The forces that plague this realm, be they material or immaterial, beasts or tyrants are results of excess and intemperance. I empower my allies who in turn empower me. The cycle is without end and beginning and with it's power these threats will be made unreal. For nothing is real but what you create and what we create is reality. A reality where the flesh is denied rot, the blade is denied blood, the flesh denied hedonism, and the mind denied manipulation.
>>4696824
A prayer to you, my liege. I tried my best

>>4696841
>it's
Fuck's sake. I graduated high school, I swear.

>>4696841
You know what? I switch to this. Backing the Malal write in. I like it.

>>4696841
>>>Write in?
>>The forces that plague this realm, be they material or immaterial, beasts or tyrants are results of excess and intemperance. I empower my allies who in turn empower me. The cycle is without end and beginning and with it's power these threats will be made unreal. For nothing is real but what you create and what we create is reality. A reality where the flesh is denied rot, the blade is denied blood, the flesh denied hedonism, and the mind denied manipulation.
>>4696828
I think I am gonna switch to this anon makes a good point so why not (even if this isn't what is happening right here)

>>4696850
>>4696851
You both are too kind. I was worried it was a bit long, Malal/Malice doesn't have a quick and easy domain like battle or mind-games. Has to be something complicated like paradoxes or entropy.

>>4696721
I’ll definitely support the Malal option >>4696841

>One does not die when their body fails and withers. One does not die when they are slain. One only dies when their heart becomes empty of emotion and dearest attachments. My flesh may be sundered, my blood may be spilt. But as long as my heart burns brightly and passionately, With my friends and followers and family still relying on me, I shall not die!

>>4696721
>>Emotion is a tangible force. When felt strongly enough, it can dye the hearts and minds of others. As my soul has been dyed in love, so too can I paint the souls of others.
I think that this one works best with the anti-chaos route that we've been working down

>>4696721
>>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love

>>4696868
As in cleansing people of chaos?

>>4696875
Almost sounds like what they call "soulbinding" which is something psykers could do, usually with the emperor.

>>4696886
To me it sounds more like mind(soul) control. Like making people think the same as you.

>>4696721
>>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love

>>4696841
>>4696737
I will change my vote
In the end your write-in should be an anti-chaos ability anyway, so nothing to lose.

>Write in?
Life and experience are understandings of things subjected upon us; the Tyrants were feel disgust for are great rules to others for their same actions. But to judge what is true, really true one much calm the tides of emotions and the roaring sea of ideals or biases. We were a might stone within this sea, our friends, the Journey...those who follow us stones that sat beside us more and more until this monolith of peace was but apart of a great wall in the deep calming the currents within and enabling all to find peace, like the great road we build.

>>4696841
Support, I've been following this quest for months and this is my first time voting.

>>4696841
Just wanted to edit the letter of this, not it's spirit. Replace "flesh" with "body," "hedonism" with "intoxication," and "manipulation" with "schemes". And then flip "rot" and "flesh." Apologies for the autism, I should have drafted better. Gotta make sure this stunning revelation isn't mocked by our brothers when they hear the story of our life on Shangrala.

>>4696875
no like creating a positive framework to resist it

>>4696841
+9 Malal post!

>>4696841
+1

>>4696841
Sounds interesting, voting

>>4696841
First time able to join a vote
Supporting the Malal option

>>4696824
Ask the villagers if they can care for the mare and respect the dead until we're back to send the dead to their families, and heal the horse.

>>4696721
>>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love

>>4696841
Support.

>>4696721
>Life is a but a transient illusion. The Physical form I wear is naught but an anchor to this fanciful dream we call existence. Already I have wandered along vast distances. However, further yet I can walk beyond this mortal shell.

>>4696841
Supporting

>While everything in the world is in conflict so to does everything reinforce and balance each other, thus we thrive when we find balance and perish when we stray from it. By understanding this principle one can elevate themselves and world around them or bring ruin to it.

>It is through patterns and repetition that man understands the world, tames the wild, and bring order to disorder. So stands to reason that the greatest source of order is found in rituals we commit ourselves to whether they be simple habits or elaborate ceremonies.

>Words have power is a plain truth for they carry thoughts and ideas between people bringing them together to form civilization. Whether spoken or written words can topple tyrants or create nation as you have proven but there may be even greater potential to be found that you have yet to discover.

Just some ideas.

>>4696824
Anyone got any idea what Lieren's fight with the Khornate champion/daemon on this world will be like?
https://youtu.be/Ih8EM1RNmP8

>>4696717
>One does not die when their body fails and withers. One does not die when they are slain. One only dies when their heart becomes empty of emotion and lingering attachments. My flesh may be sundered, my blood may be spilt. But as long as my heart burns brightly and passionately, I shall not die!

>Vulkan: I'm a natural perpetual. I've been immortal all my life.
>Lieren: So...I was thinking really hard about myself this one time and then...

Wow, I see little love for what is probably literal immortality... but I suppose killing chaos is good too as long as we become Anathema like dad, because Anathema means no phenomena or perils and that means nonstop psyker bullshit1, which is OP

>>4696733
Oh fuck, then 'm split between biomancy and banishing, but I'll probably keep biomancy because it has wider uses and daemons can be banished by punching them with psyker-boosted primarch strenght, speed, and metal-coated fists. Also because healing ourselves and healing others is bullshit. Basically, banishing means no worrying about chaos ever again unless they go full focus on us, but it has no uses otherwise. Biomancy means not worriying about fights at all unless we fight a primarch+ tier oponent, so Krork Warboss, Greater Exalted Daemon Princes and Mega xenos like the elite Tyranid warforms, necrons, etc. If we could eventually enhance banishing into removing corruption from places, objects and people...

>>4697471
theres already an immortal primarch

>>4696841
So an anti chaos Malal waaagh? Seems cool, but we'll probably get a watered down version of what the orks have, and with the number of solo missions we are doing I'll rather get something that enhances Lieren

>>4697485
And that keeps us from getting immortality because? Anon, Emps is immortal and he was designed to be the best human, so immortality is the best for humans. Also, other primarchs use psyker abilities, power armour and weapons, we will use them too and it won't make us unoriginal (unless you refuse and decide to conquer the galaxy naked and barehanded, like a chad should, just beware of the Beast and the Ragdan)

>>4697492
Because there is no anti-chaos primarch.
People prefer to be it's own thing than just Vulkan 2: chinese boogaloo.

>>4697492
i'm not saying that keeps us from getting it, i'm saying it's a character niche that's already filled. I would like our character to fill a different niche.

>>4697497
there's nothing wrong with vulkan though.

>>4697497
Lieren is alredy his own thing, he is completely different from all the other Primarchs, and I want him to live, not to fill a niche that he alredy fills. Building our character with a strong foundation that allows for wider improvement options (and anime/GW rule of cool logic) is what I think is best. But it's just my opinion fueled by tons of W40k characters and runs, and we'll probably get all the options eventually, if we workk hard enough

>>4696721
>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love

For those that don't know what each option means, this is my interetation:
>Life is a but a transient illusion. The Physical form I wear is naught but an anchor to this fanciful dream we call existence. Already I have wandered along vast distances. However, further yet I can walk beyond this mortal shell.
[Astral Proyection]
>Emotion is a tangible force. When felt strongly enough, it can dye the hearts and minds of others. As my soul has been dyed in love, so too can I paint the souls of others.
[Epath link power or mindcontrol]
>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love
[Banishing daemons and potentially perma-killing them in the future, fitting with our tradition of reciting the Journey to Daemons and hurting them, something that only Emps and certain plot devic-weapons can do. It also has the potential to make people genuinely believe/have irrefutable facts that the Journey can hurt and/or permakill Daemons and has overall power on the materium (miracles like the ones the Sisters of Battle do). This could make the journey into the new Imperial Faith, just beneficial and without most of the shitty stuff. It has a chance of making Lorgar either not fall to chaos or cry like in a virgin vs chad meme, so it has my approval]

>One does not die when their body fails and withers. One does not die when they are slain. One only dies when their heart becomes empty of emotion and lingering attachments. My flesh may be sundered, my blood may be spilt. But as long as my heart burns brightly and passionately, I shall not die!
[Biomancy and potentially Perpetual powers, my favourite because, whencombined, they can give normal humans enough regen and physical boosts to do whatever the plot demans. Now imagine that on a psy-active, melee proficient (for his tier standards) Primarch with xianxia lvl (and non retarded) martial arts. That's a lot of dead enemies]

>>4697569
Empathy/mindcontrol comes under telepathy

>>4697492
Do recall that Lieren has achieve a fraction of true enlightenment, which mean there will always be room for improvement. You can keep your Immortality vote in a safety box for rainy days or til the next vote.

On a side note I like to image Lieren as he is now kinda has a lot of similarities to the Emperor pre-removal of the Star Child from his soul.

>>4696721
>>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love

>>4697569
I agree with your assessment but the Astral Projection option tickles my fancy for several reasons. Lieren could possibly send a message back to his army if somewhat unlikely this way. That and I would find it funny to see his legion try to divine advice from their Primarch using Journey and seeing it always first point towards this is just a guide not hardbound rules.

Also thinking about it now there will inevitably be rumors of a 2nd legion space marine being saved from death because their copy of the Journey (Pre-Great Crusade untranslated 3rd edition of course) threw a blade off course of their heart.

>>4697640
>Also thinking about it now there will inevitably be rumors of a 2nd legion space marine being saved from death because their copy of the Journey (Pre-Great Crusade untranslated 3rd edition of course) threw a blade off course of their heart.
>or bolter round
>or flak cannon
>or heavy stubber
>or las cannon shot
Always keep your books close to your hearts lads

>>4696721
>>What I face, feels no love. It is abhorrent to existence itself. A being of raw hate and spite. By wielding the emotions it lacks as a spear, I shall wound it gravely and drive it away from the world I love

>>4696721
>>4696841
These are all tough choices to just pick one.

>>4696733
>One does not die when their body fails and withers. One does not die when they are slain. One only dies when their heart becomes empty of emotion and dearest attachments. My flesh may be sundered, my blood may be spilt. But as long as my heart burns brightly and passionately, With my friends and followers and family still relying on me, I shall not die!

I choose this one. It seems in keeping with the upcoming Yan sacrifiices that we're trying to avert, Lieren's own observations of the spirits encountered and that there are things beyond the mortal coil that must be faced. He could be like those things, but at the same time in a manner of his choosing, embracing the power and harnessing it for love and prosperity of his fellow human.

>One does not die when their body fails and withers. One does not die when they are slain. One only dies when their heart becomes empty of emotion and lingering attachments. My flesh may be sundered, my blood may be spilt. But as long as my heart burns brightly and passionately, I shall not die!

What if lieren becomes the warmaster? How would that change the fate of the crusade or the heresy?

>>4698061
The Journey of One Thousand Li begins with a single step.

Or

Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves.

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By Logar's hairline that's a lot of votes. Calling the vote now.


One does not die when their body fails...:5
What I face, feels no love....:11
The forces that plague this realm, be they material or immaterial....:12
Emotion is a tangible force...:1
Life is but a transient illusion...:1
Life and experience are understandings of things subjected upon us...."1
While everything in the world is in conflict...:1

TOTAL VOTES 32! I mean just God damn!


A real close race here, as this is one of the thus far rare votes where the options are mutually exclusive.

But the "Malal" write in wins and uh, that means I get to write something I am VERY excited to write.

Anyways, writing what happens now

To celebrate. Some suitable music: https://youtu.be/YJ9QOxzPaak
>>4696969
>>4697040

Welcome!

>>4697462
I bet the big guy would be happy for his brother.

>>4697381
I think about that a lot.

>>4698176
Oh Christ, We are fucking Malice's chosen?

>>4698191
We warned you bros! This is the canon timeline! We gonna get purged for being the Chosen of Malal

MALAL PLAYED US LIKE A FIDDLE!

>>4698191
We always been.

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>>4698176
>VERY excited
What have I wrought upon us, bros?

>>4698191
>>4698204
>>4698205
>Just as planned.
Isn't that Tzeentch's domain though?

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>>4698191
>Oh Christ, We are fucking Malice's chosen?
Makes sense I suppose.
Malal probably sent us here specifically to breed this kind of resentment and (for lack of a better word) malice towards the negative aspects of Chaos.

>>4698191
Ever since thread 1, friend. He's the one who changed canon and made us land on Shangrala.

>>4698204
The golden faggot is a tyrant.
He will join the chaos gods after we deal with them.

>>4698215
Tzeentch wishes he could play 4th Dimensional Water Chess like Malal does.

>>4698226
>Tzeentch: HOW?! You don't even exist!
>*Dabbing from Daemons of Malal Intensify*
https://youtu.be/PI5EwW6fGZw?t=118

>>4698214
You have brought us salvation, brother.
For us and all of mankind.

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>>4698176
>But the "Malal" write in wins and uh, that means I get to write something I am VERY excited to write.
>that song choice
Hell fucking yeah, let’s make Chaos our bitch

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>>4698214
Entertainment.

>>4698224
The Emperor did the same were doing right now.

>>4698282
Like Father like Son... or is it the other way around?

>>4697492
Because while we can probably get away with being a little sui-ish, going full immortal kind hearted genius truth seeking warrior psyker without faults is full sue. There should be a limit to how 'special' we are, though it's up to everyone as to whether that happens.

>>4698204
Would certainly be a fun twist.

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>>4698204
>Malal is so good that he posed as an anon and made a write-in solely to further his influence over Lieren

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>>4698314
I hate that you had to find out like this, Anon.
What a complement though, you old charmer.

maybe we're a piece that become the Chaos God of order or whatever bullshittery creates the living saints and so on.

Moving independently of the rest of your being, your lips shuddered upon the warm summer breeze. From the stygian depths of the realm of your subconscious mind, you returned carrying a message penned by the very nature of your gentle soul. A lesson imparted by the disconnected consciousness of all mankind and all else that thought and felt. A teaching of life itself, spoken for the first time and perhaps the only time such wisdom shall be uttered by living lips. Knowledge both ancient yet newly made.

It was not wisdom inborn, nor knowledge gifted. It was a truth gleamed from comprehending the inner self, the shadow and light that existed within all beings. Your gaze had turned more deeply inwards than ever before and at last met its own reflection.

The fraction of enlightenment danced upon your tongue, unknown to your conscious mind until the very moment it was spoken.

"The forces that plague this realm, be they material or immaterial" Your voice sang to your ears, as if spoken by a separate tongue and guiding intellect "Beasts or tyrants are results of excess and intemperance"

A cooling wind danced around your body, a long silence at last shattered as all of your being, every inch of flesh every particle and atom of your material existence shivered in anticipation to hear the rest of the always known yet suddenly realized information that flew from your lips like a flock of birds before a storm.

"I empower my allies who in turn empower me" Your voice spoke joyously and gently, as you sat alone in the serene sea of your own mind, focus undivided and focused solely upon your own existence "The cycle is without end and beginning and with its power"

Distantly, you felt your impassive and emotionless mask crack, as a curling grin spread across your expression, a confident grin replacing stoic determination and silent introspection.

"THESE THREATS WILL BE MADE UNREAL!" A deep, growling roar crawled from your throat, screaming in its flight towards the heavens as you threw your head back. The very ground quaked and the winds themselves paused as if terrified.

"FOR! Nothing is real but what you create and what we create is reality!" A chant, hopeful and indomitable followed the dark roar from within, as the sun burns brightly after a long night. The winds dance once more and bird song joins the rallying cry of the words learned and spoken from your own soul.

"A reality" A gentle whisper dance across your tongue and over your lips, to gingerly fall on the gentle winds of summer as your conscious mind slowly began to awaken "Where The Rot is denied flesh. The Blade is denied blood. The Body is denied intoxication. And The Mind is denied schemes"

There is a sensation akin to suddenly waking, similar to the sound of a rifle shot or shattering glass. Your golden eyes open to see the world both brighter and darker. Sitting still in the Lotus position, you sit alone in field drowned in blood and death. Though fog clouds your vision,
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>>4698346

your mind has become unburdened.


Unburned by both rage and sorrow. Once more your volatile and potent emotions have been tempered and their reins returned to your steady hand. Taking a breath, it felt as though it was the first of a new lifetime, fresher, cleaner. Untainted by the tragedies of war and pain of its reality.

You had found stability once again, and anchored yourself to the foundation of a mind calm and empty of both worries and fears. No longer are you troubled by such internal division. Where once raged a storm of wild and uncontained emotion, now lays a calm sea of unbreakable determination and indomitable conviction.

Slapping your hands onto the ground, you stood, clad is scarred and battered steel. Burnt and torn silks danced on the wind as it flew over your completely uncovered arm. Iron hued hair wet with sweat and blood gave its scent to the wind. Golden eyes starred out to the endless expanse of white and grey fog, burning as two wells of raw intent and resolve.

Lieren awoke once more and you understood what must be done and what was required of you. With renewed purpose, you once more took your weapon in hand, and began to drag the tools of your fallen enemy back to your wayward steed.

The injured mare lay surrounded by corpses. Smiling sweetly, you paused to mend the poor beasts injuries. She was of good stock, it'd be a shame to waste such potential to apathy.
-
Lieren's shadow flickered behind his back, for a moment splitting in twain. Unseen to his own eyes, his already potent and brightly burning soul roared and grew, as it paradoxically fed upon itself as fuel without depleting. Such introspection and meditation, had loosened the chains that bound the young Primarch's existence. Raw potential had been tempered and tamed. A crack in the vessel had been repaired with gold. The bottle had been filled and then corked. A dam had been broken and repaired. As a fire may be put to a torch, Lieren had set his own soul and mind, sharpening and refining his very being through his many hours of meditation and contemplation. An unassailable fortress had become a weapon as well.

And the boy had cultivated his essence into a useable tool. In the sea of the Empyrean, it was as if a stone had been tossed into its vastness, ripples gentle moving through its entirety unseen by material eyes yet felt by many.
-

On a distant battlefield upon war torn terra, the second legion of the emperor's Astartes were embroiled in one of their earliest conflict against monstrosities that had called themselves men, but could no longer be considered such so twisted were they by augmentations both mechanical and biological. Their orders were clear, they were to hold the line alongside the lesser elements of what would become the imperial army and be forever remembered as members of the "Old hundred". It was a storm of death and madness. An assault that aimed to weaken the ever tightening hold of the emperor's grasp upon
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mankind's birthright.

Hordes of monstrosities both mechanical and eldritch surged across the field like a living wave. Boiling pits of ancient industrial wastes and long abandoned ruins of ancient and arcane industry covered the battlefield like constructed seas and mountaintops. A black smog coated the field. The light of the genemoded warrior's visors had shifted from a baleful red to a piercing gold by the cover of the toxic air.

They stood as giants among their lesser comrades. They stood as one. Their armor yet unadorned and yet unnamed the second stood resolute before the living horrors they faced.

A blanket of dread had fallen over the minds of there mortal allies. In the face of such overwhelming aggression and brutality. A single space marine spoke, stepping forward as the yet unmarred badges of office shown brilliantly over his Ceramite armor illuminated by the dim glow of his gene brothers' visors.

With a voice as sharp as a monofilament blade and as concussive as bolter fire, the untested captain spoke with a gravitas befitting of a veteran of Millennium of warfare.

"Our orders are explicit. We must hold the border against the wild fury of these rabid dogs" His voice crackled over a uncountable voxes, carried across the entirety of the battlefield. The Legion master himself, the first, bowed his head in understand as he stood at the vanguard of the defenses "Not a single step back shall be taken, we will not falter in the duties entrusted to us, we shall not fail in our responsibility to hold the line and protect those who lie beyond it. Our mission is clear, here we shall make our stand, valorous AND INDOMITABLE! FOR THE FUTURE OF ALL MANKIND, WE SHALL NOT BE BROKEN, OUR DEFENSIVE LINE SHALL HOLD"

"NOT ONE STEP BACK!" The legion master's voice bellowed over the vox as he raised his personal weapon, a power spear he had felt a certain connection to when he had been shown his wargear before his first engagement within the unification war "THE LINE MUST HOLD, OUR ORDERS HAVE BEEN GIVEN AND WE SHALL SEE THEM CARRIED OUT. FORWARD MY BROTHERS IN ARMS! AS ONE!"

As one, uncountable voices cried out, Astartes and man alike. Not one step back. As one, the second surged forward to match the storm that sought to drown them in their infancy, moving as a cohesive whole to uphold the task entrusted to the yet fledgling legion. And alongside them, marched the lesser armies of mankind, their fears banished at the mere sight of such dutiful valor.

The captain who inspired such magnificent courage and forged the first bonds of comradery among his brothers, fell in this conflict, dying to shield the Legion master from a barrage of explosive ordinance. Though his name passed unremembered, his selfless act rippled outward and set the second upon the path that would define them until the day they met their father.
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>>4698352

In many ways, their manner and culture would begin to reflect that of the regiments who shed their blood alongside them in a battle that would one day fade from memory into legend
-
Beneath a distant star, upon a planet named Colchis, the priest Kor Phaeron suffered fitful dreams and torturous nightmares. When he awoke a single memory remained within his mind. Two hateful orbs of golden fire and a warning spoken in hushed whispers and growled fury. "Fear the golden eyes". Desert winds howled around the shaking, sweat drenched man as he sat alone in darkness. His adoptive son slumbered, a source of comfort as they key of his retribution and reascension to rightful powers. Yet his mind could not be calmed by such reassuring thoughts, The visions of his dreams haunted him yet despite the extraordinary power of his adoptive son.

"Golden eyes" The once priest king muttered to the darkness that surrounded him "why must I fear golden eyes?"

The only answer he received, was the silence of the night and unheard laughter in a realm beyond his perception. The laughter of thirsting gods
-
A farseer had fallen to the floor, crying out in agony as a golden light burned through the now bubbling liquids that had once been her eyes. Eldrad was already at the side of his fallen kinsman having sensed the force that so wounded her before it had lashed out against her. Already his mind probed the Aether searching for the source of this sudden and violent assault upon the mind of such a potent pysker.

The future had shifted, destiny had altered. A blazing vision of golden light fluttered across his mind's perception. A warrior at once cast in shadow and glowing with a brilliant light. The eightfold path denounced and turned inwards.

A man who should not be as such. A man who had been torn from the destiny written for him by the hands of cruel gods.

"Curious" The farseer upon the floor gasped, suddenly ignorant of the agony of her injuries "How curious"

A knot twisted in Eldrad's ancient mind. Hope and dread intermingled. This was most unexpected
-

Four players sat around a table upon which the fabric of reality was laid over. They argued and cursed, accusing the others of treachery and underhanded tricks. A war was fought in the war by the four, as they raged and snarled, furious at the deception the others had no doubt carried out in an attempt to strengthen their own standing in the eternal game they played.

As their attentions turned once more inward towards self destruction, a shadow moved to the momentarily abandoned table, the game of wits and powered ignored by the infuriated siblings. With a flick of its wrist, a singular soul moved upon the board, a purely symbolic act committed in mockery. The slain and unborn being's sole piece in the wager of souls among the uncountable pawns of the other four. Silently and unnoticed, the shadow once more ceased to be and the game resumed once more.
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>>4698354


The four began to once more argue which of their number could best manipulate the piece in question, unaware of how its position upon the cosmic board had been ever so slightly shifted. And thus, none could agree on who the piece would belong to and so any attempts to move or take it were contested by the hands of the other three.

So the piece yet remained free.
-

Jinhai was confused. He had sworn his eyes, which had never lied to him before, had shown him a strange vision. For a moment, he could have sworn he had seen Lieren upon a distant field, cloaked in fog like the most resplendent of vestments.

"Young Jinhai?" The black general asked gently as he noticed his sudden shock of confusion that had run through his fellow general's expression. Beautiful Daiyu turned her dark eyes towards him as well, concern shining within them

"are you alright?" the veteran among the three questioned "You seemed startled, is something amiss? If you are stressed by the duty before us, it is completely forgivable to excuse yourself from this discussion"

"I am fine, I must've drifted off for a moment is all" He says with a meek smile, receiving a judging glare from his fellow "King of war". Rong cackled behind him, and yelped as Zian smacked him to remind him of etiquette

"Do I bore you so deeply?" Daiyu asked with a playful flutter of her eyelashes. Jinhai's eyes fluttered. Daiyu blinked and shook her head, clutching it for a moment.

Jinhai realized then he must need more rest. He could've sworn Gao Daiyu's eyes had briefly shimmered as gold like the eyes of his dearest friend and teacher.

He would return to his tent early this evening, to give his strained mind the sleep it clearly needed.
-

It was a long ride to the capital, but you could not rest or delay. Innocent lives were at stake. With an almost serene sense of conviction, you road towards your destiny no matter the form it would take. This was merely an extension of your lifelong duty and endeavor to defend and uplift the downtrodden and abused. No matter what enemies or monstrosity that awaited your arrival at the capital you would march forward unafraid. Even if death is where this Journey would end, you continue upon the path you had chosen without hesitation.

If one life could be saved, even death would be reasonable price to pay. If many could be saved, it was a pittance of a price.

However, there must be a plan of action. Tactics to be employed. How would one prevent such an atrocity before it had begun to be carried out? What method would be most efficient in this selfless endeavor?
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>>4698356

How will you approach destiny, Lieren?
>Ride boldly to the capital and "Allow" yourself to be captured, before revealing the truth of the Yan's vileness when a suitable crowd gathers
>Infiltrate the walls of the city as unseen as the wind . The Fox shall find its throat torn to shreds before it even recognize the threat you pose
>A direct assault! The walls of the heavenly city shall fall and the Tyrants shall learn of the wrath of a giant! There is no time to waste!
>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found
>write in?

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>>4698354
>Four players sat around a table upon which the fabric of reality was laid over. They argued and cursed, accusing the others of treachery and underhanded tricks. A war was fought in the war by the four, as they raged and snarled, furious at the deception the others had no doubt carried out in an attempt to strengthen their own standing in the eternal game they played.

>>4698358
>>A direct assault! The walls of the heavenly city shall fall and the Tyrants shall learn of the wrath of a giant! There is no time to waste!
>>Ride boldly to the capital and "Allow" yourself to be captured, before revealing the truth of the Yan's vileness when a suitable crowd gathers

They have no idea we know what we know. We have to 'attempt' a fight and then be forced to surrender when they reveal their hostages. Stealth would likely be impossible as just found out here in the field. With their home team advantage, huli jing would sniff us out instantly.

>>4698358
>A direct assault! The walls of the heavenly city shall fall and the Tyrants shall learn of the wrath of a giant! There is no time to waste!
>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found

I propose we sow some chaos (hah) and then seek out this scholar. We can also judge how the Yan react to such a sight while we goo looking for him.

Also, goddamn Malal, you've really outdone yourself here.

>>4698354
>Beneath a distant star, upon a planet named Colchis, the priest Kor Phaeron suffered fitful dreams and torturous nightmares. When he awoke a single memory remained within his mind. Two hateful orbs of golden fire and a warning spoken in hushed whispers and growled fury. "Fear the golden eyes". Desert winds howled around the shaking, sweat drenched man as he sat alone in darkness. His adoptive son slumbered, a source of comfort as they key of his retribution and reascension to rightful powers. Yet his mind could not be calmed by such reassuring thoughts, The visions of his dreams haunted him yet despite the extraordinary power of his adoptive son.
Already plaguing the nightmares of Chaosfags and they don’t even know he exists.

>>4698358
>>Infiltrate the walls of the city as unseen as the wind . The Fox shall find its throat torn to shreds before it even recognize the threat you pose
>>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found
Good lord I'm torqued. One hell of an update right there.
Also, fuck you, Phaeron. I hope you never have a restful night's sleep again.

>>4698358
>write in?
We must not lose sight of the enemy play, we must return to our people and tell them to pull the enemy back drawing out the fight that a small and elite team might move in to infiltrate the Capital! The enemy commander must not fall for they are the first domino in a great disaster!

We have to get word to our people somehow!

>>4698371

They do have instructions to march for war if we are unable to return, so they can continue as they have and wage war against the Qilin's generals.

>>4698358
>Infiltrate the walls of the city as unseen as the wind . The Fox shall find its throat torn to shreds before it even recognize the threat you pose
>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found
If we find the scholar first he might help us with knowledge of the city as well.

>>4698363
I think they do. When we looked at Aiguo's memories, there was someone talking to us that could have been the daemon.

>>4698358
>Infiltrate the walls of the city as unseen as the wind . The Fox shall find its throat torn to shreds before it even recognize the threat you pose
>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found

>>4698358
>>Infiltrate the walls of the city as unseen as the wind . The Fox shall find its throat torn to shreds before it even recognize the threat you pose
>>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found
What a great update, it’s good to see how our boys in the 2nd are turning out. Also we gotta keep an eye on Jinhai and Daiyu, it looks like they might be latent psykers or at least Jinhai is

All these are good options, I dont know what to vote for. I think I'll trust the more smarter and ambition anons.

>>4698359
One thing I'm waiting expectantly for is when Big E appears on the scene. With how Malal's writing has been going I'm sure it'll be great, but I just can't wait to discover his take on Emps and how powerful he is compared to the four. Also if he's going to notice at all that we may not be 100% his son.

>>4698392
I support this combo.

And I don't think Daiyu is a psyker, given that we have been empowering everyone. And maybe Jinhai isnt either, but he is certainly more likely.

>>4698358
>>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found
>>4698350
>Lieren's shadow flickered behind his back, for a moment splitting in twain. Unseen to his own eyes, his already potent and brightly burning soul roared and grew, as it paradoxically fed upon itself as fuel without depleting.
Thinking about it aren’t pertetuals like this?
>>4698399
Lieren is 100% the Emperor’s son. He’s just different from what the Big Four intended him to be.

>>4698398
Every vote matters anon, go with whatever you ffeel like or whoever's makes the better argument.

>>4698358
>>Infiltrate the walls of the city as unseen as the wind . The Fox shall find its throat torn to shreds before it even recognize the threat you pose
>>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found

>>4698421
>>4698392
>>4698388
>>4698377
>>4698367
I feel I should remind everyone we were noticed by the daemon before this.

>>4698425
Aye. And out in the field. Their surveillance would likely be even stronger in their capital.

>>4698425
yeah your right actually, changing >>4698421
to.
>>Ride boldly to the capital and "Allow" yourself to be captured, before revealing the truth of the Yan's vileness when a suitable crowd gathers
I guess we'll see how inspiring our new found powers are.

>>4698358
>Infiltrate the walls of the city as unseen as the wind . The Fox shall find its throat torn to shreds before it even recognize the threat you pose

Let's do this sneeky beeky like, before the actual Beakies are even a thing.

>>4698399
I'm waiting for Lieren's first warp jump so we can spam memes at him. It wouldnt be too out of character since its, you know, the warp.
>big titty ship milkies
>fuck Kanzeon she wants the D
>THE ULTRA MARINES ARE THE GREATED IN THE UNIVERSE
>[tiananmen square copypasta]
>ramranch.mp3

>>4698358
>Quickly infiltrate the walls of the city as unseen as the wind . The Fox shall find its throat torn to shreds before it even recognize the threat you pose
>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found

>Write - In
Upon entering the city, quietly break the gates, this will be fundamental for have the people escape and thus avoid their sacrifice. If there is any symbol of the Yan or their foul patron, on our way break it with righteous hate (while not being seen).

(since i think is still relevant, i am going to repost a write-in that i made in previous thread.)

>Write-In
Upon arriving on the capital, we will write a message and leave it on the saddle, for then send our horse back to our army.

We will tell of our mission success, and explain what we now know, as well our current location. For our army is fundamental they concentrate on their battle against the great general, afterwards they will need to march on the capital. If the great general posses a champion with a weapon of sorcery, don t give him time to use it, kill it. It can be taken down, but it s as dangerous as a magical beast. The Journey words are detrimental to it, so use them.
The weapon it self shouldn t be touched, after the demise of it s user. It should be wrap in cloth and locked inside a robust box with guards watching it while not near it.
After the battle when you are ready to march towards me, remain wary on the road. Even if i am able to defeat the Yan in their lair, it s unclear what could happen in the capital region or if the other servants of Yan will still fight against us. I expect the land, the city and the people to be in a misery without end, they will be desperate. So bring more supplies and reinforcements from Nothing.

>>4698439
>the entire argument about killing the horse or not presented to him as visions of a play
>Warhammer High shown to him as a vision of a show but it’s vague on who the girls are related to

>>4698452
>mlp
>pol
>random
>Chris Chan
>o

>>4698452
https://youtu.be/kNjUiDpLvlQ

>>4698373
you mean march to war and play into the exact plan the enemy have enacted where they want us to kill their army?

>>4698450
Big support from me. It both gets us into the city quietly and sends word back to our friends on the situation.
Also, wow, Jinhai is a psyker.
Also also, FUCK CHAOS, FUCK PHAERON and most importantly FUCK EREBUS.
>>4698439
>[tiananmen square copypasta]
In the closing days of the 30th millennium when Leman Russ and his legion descended on Shangrala, nothing happened.

>>4698302
Too late anon, the vote was alredy over

>>4698358
>Infiltrate the walls of the city as unseen as the wind .
>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found
>The Fox shall find its throat torn to shreds before it even recognize the threat you pose

Can we infiltrate, then find and secure the scholar and RIP AND TEAR Yan a new asshole? It'd be sweet if Guozhi can find a buddy to restart the order, assuming all goes well.

Also super excited to find out what we actually unlocked. Is it weaponised insubordination?

>>4698358
>>Ride boldly to the capital and "Allow" yourself to be captured, before revealing the truth of the Yan's vileness when a suitable crowd gathers

>no one recalls huli jing scrying us when we tried to hide.

>>4698557
For fucks sake I said that over here >>4698425
The voters at point are pretending to read the quest or forgot before the last fight (which wasn’t long ago) stealth completely failed.

>>4696841
>support

We shall deny them, for we are them

>>4698564
Mate, its a little hyperbole, why are you ragging on me. sides im agreeing with ye.

>>4698571
Didn’t want come off as that but it really does feel like some voters aren’t even thinking.
>>4698568
Where is an imperial slowpoke when you need it?

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>A direct assault! The walls of the heavenly city shall fall and the Tyrants shall learn of the wrath of a giant! There is no time to waste!
>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found

>>4698352
>THE LINE MUST HOLD, OUR ORDERS HAVE BEEN GIVEN AND WE SHALL SEE THEM CARRIED OUT. FORWARD MY BROTHERS IN ARMS! AS ONE!"
>As one, uncountable voices cried out, Astartes and man alike. Not one step back. As one, the second surged forward to match the storm that sought to drown them in their infancy, moving as a cohesive whole to uphold the task entrusted to the yet fledgling legion. And alongside them, marched the lesser armies of mankind, their fears banished at the mere sight of such dutiful valor.

Our legion is pretty cool

>>4698358
>Infiltrate the walls of the city as unseen as the wind . The Fox shall find its throat torn to shreds before it even recognize the threat you pose.

Let's kill and hide as many evil guards as possible so they can't kill people when ordered

>>4698564
We should pretend that we are infiltrating so they let us in to ambush us, then, before thay can do it, we go ballsdeep into the city and kill the army and the nobles before they can harm anyone

>>4698626
I agree. I like that it seems their culture is being shaped by the forces they're serving with. I've always thought that the Old Hundred were very unique. Makes me wonder where the legion's recruitment pools are from though.

>>4698425
The daemon only noticed when we got closer.
Much better to only fight through the palace than the entire city.
Also calm down dude, being confrotational makes people disagree with you out of spite rather than change their mind.

>>4698358
>A direct assault! The walls of the heavenly city shall fall and the Tyrants shall learn of the wrath of a giant! There is no time to waste!
>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found

>>4698358
>Ride boldly to the capital and "Allow" yourself to be captured, before revealing the truth of the Yan's vileness when a suitable crowd gathers
>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found

>>4698425
>>4698564
>>4698557
By that logic they will also know that we surrendering will be a trick. I figured that even if they know we are in the capital they will not know exactly where.

>>4698358
>A direct assault! The walls of the heavenly city shall fall and the Tyrants shall learn of the wrath of a giant! There is no time to waste!

Awesome update was awesome malal

>>4698688
To be fair, the demon only saw us when we got within a hundred meters of her tail. But we have part of her tail on us.

>>4698450

Supporting this.

>>4698776
Just saying that since she both detected us when we got close and she saw us looking at Aiguo's memories both sneaking and surrendering is probably not going to work well enough even if we destroy the tail. If we sneak in however, there is a chance she doesn't detect us until we get close enough or she wouldn't know where exactly we are.

>>4698388
>>4698450
I will support the write-ins too.
If our allies know that we are alive and well, than they won't suffer from a lack o morale. And it also gets rid of the tail so the daemon will have a greater difficulty of pinpointing where we are.

>>4698639
Probably from the orphans and volunteers from the old one hundred?

>>4698358
>Infiltrate the walls of the city as unseen as the wind . The Fox shall find its throat torn to shreds before it even recognize the threat you pose
>The Scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. He was disgusted and clearly was the one to bring firearms to the Yan armies. He would be a valuable asset in dethroning Weizha and his master if he could be found

>>4698450
Support, whole stop.

>>4698970
Perhaps. When the legions were founded, Emps typically made them with as pure stock as he could find from conquered or consolidated territories and domains. Only six of the twenty lacked founding from a specific geographical region. I'm not sure if there would've been a large enough recruiting pool if Emps just took from Old Hundred orphans, legions were created with about +10,000 original members and it should be expected that some recruits didn't make it to full astartes.

>>4698450
Changing my vote, supporting this.

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>>4698521
this is my post. changing to
>>4698450
as well to support the write in of breaking the gates.
Also writing in to burn the demon fox tail before we enter the city. I think we should use Lieren's mental assaults of Journey reading while we do so.

>>4699224
>burning the tail of a daemon who controls fire
??????????????

>>4699227
Daemonfire is different from normal fire, specially if it is empowered by some aort of faith.

>>4699232
Support destroying the tail. We can get more samples later.

>>4699227
You don't know shit about the Warp and it's nonsense I see...

bros reading this while high is invigorating. I feel the connection and meaning put behind every word, holy shit bro. I am hungry.

>>4698450
Good shit bro support

>>4698404
I change my vote to >>4698450

I don't think the horse will make it, but if any horse can, it's Cui Fu the steed.

>>4699257
Did you see a pair of golden eyes and suddenly feel inspired?

>>4699263
I swear, if it doesn't make it back I'm gonna sob.

Changing my vote >>4698673 to support >>4698450

>>4698450
Support

>>4699280
He is a warrior of legend, steed of the greatest warrior to ever walk the lands of Yan. No mere army may stop his ride!

>Inb4 we empower our horse along with our human allies

>>4699227
Gotta burn fire with fire

>>4699263
I want the horse to live. Granted I also wanted the ox to be petted, but this horse. This horse has a ton of character and I like it.

So whatever option saves the horse. That's what I want.

>>4699447
The horse is a chad. It's more probable that it will kill whatever tries to hurt it than any the way around.

>>4699447
There is, literally nothing stopping us from keeping both. The old ox will receive all the pets and get bows tied to his horns, and Huángmǎ (name suggestion for our horse) gets all the big mares.
I think Lieren presence will passively affect the animals to be more magical or smarter or etc.. I don't know. Does anyone know how animals react around primarchs.

>>4699455
Angron was pretty fond of his primarch sized pitbull iirc.
Make of that what you will.

>>4698450
Send Horse to safety and to pass the word brothers!

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>>4699462
the path forward is clear to me.
we must clooect ten more animals for that animal chinese new year zodiac thing.
all of them will be primarch tier animals.
>super primarch simulator.cogitator

>>4699479
We could just create our own zodiac based on the Fauna of Shangrala and create forms for each of them.
Yeah it would be a massive pain in the ass and really convoluted, but it's not like it didn't happen historically.

>>4699482
This doesn't even have to be legion related. We could just be a farmer. And we got these twelve legendary animals just because we could.

>>4699489
Well, we always said that if Gao wasn't an asshole we would just be a farmer and hunter in nowhere for our entire live.
I wonder what would happen if that where the case when the great crusade reached the planet.

>>4699499
>"I HAVE COME TO BRING YOU INTO THE FOLD, MY CHILD. YOU ARE A GENERAL OF MY OWN DESIGN, KIN TO MYSELF AND ALL OF MANKIND."
>"My father was a farmer sir, I'll have to ask you keep such tasteless jokes to yourself."
>"ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU FEEL NO DUTY TO LEAD, TO ENSURE A BRIGHTER TOMORROW FOR EVERY MAN?"
>"Oh I'm sure I would have if the Yan Dynasty didn't collapse decades ago."
>"I SEE. AM I TO ASSUME YOU HAVE SPENT YOUR ENTIRE LIFE TOILING IN THE FIELDS WITH NOTHING TO SHOW FOR IT?"
>"I wouldn't say that. Come out back and gaze upon my great work!"
>"THIS...THIS IS A PETTING ZOO."
>"Name one other petting zoo where you can pet a damned fog panther."

>>4699534
>THIS ONE!
>You truly are my father!

>>4699270
hell yeah bro

Calling the vote now. Glad you guys enjoyed the update.

A DIRECT ASSAULT:4
Ride boldly to the capital and "Allow" Yourself to be captured:4
Find the Scholar: 18
Turn back:1
Infiltrate the walls of the city:16
Break the gates to allow escape:12
Write a message to your forces and send it back with your horse to explain the current situation:12

Total votes 25

So, Lieren shall infiltrate the walls of the capital, breaking the gates before beginning his search for the unknown scholar and after sending a message back with his noble steed

Writing now and happy Saint patrick's day.

>>4699257
Sounds fun

>>4699727
Also after rereading yesterday's update I was reminded of one of my favorite songs

https://youtu.be/kVW5rjA5O7U

>>4699728
Nice.

The veil of night seemed strangely darker tonight. The capital could be seen upon the horizon, rising from the fog as an affront to the natural landscape, a man made mountain built of wood, brick and iron. Its ethereal silhouette stood within the fog, a thousand upon a thousand fire lights burning like earthborn stars. It was the heart of Yan civilization and its corrupted roots. A home of Tyrants and their prey, a place of worthless extravagances and pointless wealth.

How the sight of it sickened you. By the next dawn, the destiny of Shangrala and her people would be decided within that walled monstrosity. The den of tyranny would become either the end of a nightmare or the death of a dream. Either the Yan Dynasty would fall or you would leave this life and discover what truly awaited men beyond the veil of death.

Any other man would feel hesitant or even afraid of the prospect of undertaking the duty you must fulfill, for not only the prosperity of all but for their continued existence. A devil lived in the grandiose halls of the fox kings, and another born in flesh sat upon the throne. And beneath their heels innocent souls meandered through the streets of the capital city, unaware of the grisly and utterly foul fate that would await them should you fail in taking the heads of spirit and man alike.

Perhaps future generations would remember this night and the dawn to follow, perhaps in distant days it will become a cause for celebration and eventually naught but legend. Perhaps like the Dai monks, the events of tonight would fade from history lingering only in the minds of those who considered you friend. There was no way of foretelling the outcome of your actions, but they were necessary.

It would be impossible to stand idly by and observe silently as countless innocent lives were condemned to an early tortuous end. The coming atrocity must be averted, or you shall no longer be worth of even the name you had given to yourself. The one worry that still haunted your mind was the possibility of failure, that you be forced to witness the tragic ends of many whose sole crime was believing their masters. As they had been groomed and trained to. Whose only folly was fleeing the ever growing shadow of an unseen beast, an ogre of an endless appetite of the foulest of atrocities.

No. Such a reality could not be allowed to pass. The only blood that shall be shed upon the heavenly capital shall be that of your enemies or self. You shall avert this crisis and undo the wrongs yet undone. This is the reality you would create, even if it required every drop of your blood and the final breath of life to bring it into being. A price all to easily paid. For what is one life in comparison to countless others?

With your resolved reinforced and steeled, you turned back to your noble every loyal companion. Your yet nameless horse, who can sense the coming of bloodshed and is as ever eager to enter the fray.
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>>4699784

"My apologies my wild friend, but I must enter this battlefield alone" You say softly, attempting to sooth the roiling bloodlust within your steed's mind as he stomped his hooves and snorted as if in protest.

Patting his flank gently, you shook your head.

"No, I must march alone. A fool may call it destiny, a scholar would refer to it as an undeniable urge, but I know it as simply as the driving force behind my life. I cannot endanger another nor stand by as another is threatened. I could not bear to see you slain so close to the end of our journey together" You sighed as the mulish horse whined and tried to buck your hand from its side "Worry not, for you have a greater purposes yet to fulfill my old friend, before the war's end"

Bowing his head, your steed acknowledged your words and unspoken commands to halt. Smiling kindly, you ran your hand through the beast's coal black mane, sighing once more as your hands reached the base of its neck. For a few moments, you remained still, not moving from the position of petting your ever present companion. For the first time since you left the mechanicle egg that birthed you, you would be truly alone.

But such solitude would not last long. Either you would return to the open arms of your comrades, or you would fall and join all other men who have died in the mystery beyond life. But whatever fate awaited you, you would succeed in saving all those taken as hostage by the Yan Tyrants. A reality where you failed, you simply refused to allow to come to pass.

Moving at last, you savored the taste of the summer air before you began to pen a message, written in fresh ink upon an unsullied roll of silk, that you had intended to use as a bandage should the need arise.

"My most treasured allies in struggle and friends in comfort. I write this message to inform you all of the success of my personal mission to capture the lord of the Northern Yin, Yin Aiguo. However, I shall not return to your company yet, for his memories revealed to me an atrocity that I cannot allow to come to fruition. For if I were to shirk my duty, my hands would by innaction be stained in the blood of countless innocent lives. So I must march forward to the capital, to the source of the oppression we oppose.

This letter was penned a day's ride from the heavenly capital. By time you have received it, I will have either emerged victorious against the wicked heart of Tyranny, or fallen upholding my beliefs and refusing to be a witness to such horrors and foulness as the Yan had planned to commit upon their own people. I promise I shall succeed in saving the wayward souls held hostage by the Fox king and most sinful of creatures, Yan Weizha.

It is vital that you concentrate upon your own battle, against the tyrant kings uncle, Yan Zihao, and do not worry of my fate until you have yourself achieved victory. Allow no distractions or doubt cloud your hearts or minds. Upon the eve of victory, march to the capital.
cont

>>4699785

A warning should be passed on as well, for Yin Aiguo held a sorcerous tool of devastating power. It is possible that Yan Zihao is in the possession of such a destructive force as well. If in the old fox's hands lies a strange weapon or babble, do not hesitate to end his life but for the sake of your own lives and those of your men, do not allow him to awaken its potent power. It is as dangerous as any magical beast I have faced, Thus I advise caution when facing the King's uncle.

Verses of the Journey have proven, in my lonely and distant travels, to be able to disrupt such forces. Recall my lessons, and you shall have a weapon to match even the deadliest of sorcerous tools. If such a weapon is brought to field by Yan Zihao, do not touch it with bare flesh. Wrap it in a waxed cloth, and lock it in the most robust of boxes able to be found or constructed while not under the watchful eyes of a rotating guard force.

When the battle is won, as I had prior ordered, march to me in the capital. But remain wary. Many foes yet surround us. Servants of the Yan, or chaos birthed by my actions could harry your journey to reunite with me once more. I expect the land, the city and its people to enter a time of misery, so bring with you fresh reinforcements and supplies from The lands surrounding Nothing.

We shall meet again. Be it in this life or the next. Our dream will not wither and wilt away. All shall be well soon.

Humbly, Lieren of Nothing, Proud son of the farmer Wenyan. May your lives be ever bountiful and filled with ease"

You only allowed time for the ink to dry, before carefully stowing the message in a small box of steel, wrapped in waxed cloth. Taking the spirit's tail and the six fanged spear, you whistled sharply, giving the order for your steed to return along the route you had taken.

Then, without delay, you turned on your heels and marched defiantly towards the heavenly capital, to at last bring an definite end to all this madness and bloodshed.

It was as child's play to avoid the attention of the guards upon the wall and roads. Many of them were more concerned with finding food to fill their empty stomachs or more perceptive to the snapping of twigs and whistling of the wind than your passing, afraid of unseen monsters and devils in flesh coming to reap a harvest of their flesh and souls. They were in a pitiful state, these men, but the wild fire of a cornered animal's will to live burned in each of their eyes. They'd be a dangerous adversary should they meet your own army as foes.

Those upon the wall, were better equipped and fed, but not less paranoid. With a few startled birds and rodents, they were distracted or scared away from their posts, as you slipped from shadow to shadow, snuffing out oil flames and lanterns lit by tinder and resin, the same manner as your "Eternal" lights upon the Giant's road. No doubt learned in your years of service to Gao.
cont

>>4699787

It is contemptible that such a simple commodity was hoarded yet by the wealthy and elite. It was so inexpensive, to make such a long lasting fire, and yet the foxes still hoarded its secret like the most flawless of jade. Simply disgusting.

You moved across the wall, as the moon reached the apex of its path through the heavens. One by one, the six gates of the capital city were broken in ways that could not be seen by those posted upon them, even those trained to understand the mechanisms that controlled the towering gates. Namely the locking mechanism. It was advance compared to the technology of the other lands once held by the Yan dynasty.

But compared to Kanzeon's body and inner workings, it was barbaric and crude. With a few misplaced springs and gears, the locking mechanism ceased to function. An undetectable sabotage.

Now the people could flee and escape with their lives, if the worse caste scenario were to occur. Stepping off the wall, and crouching upon the tiled roof attached to its side, you looked over the city and admired its peaceful state for awhile.

It was much larger than the city of Twin Dragon's Folly, as the city Gao once lorded above had been renamed. It was a landscape of itself, lit by lantern light and bustling with activity. Men of all creeds walked the streets of the capital, dressed in colorful robes of silk and cotton and stranger textiles yet, music played and the aroma of exotic and strange spices filled the air. But such life was but a façade of peace, for among them moved an army, dressed in armor painted gold and white, the reverse of the northern Yan's colors, a sign of their undying allegiance to the house of Yan. And in the lantern lit streets, no children played and no women walked even accompanied by an escort. Further shattering the illusion of safety and prosperity woven by the nobility.

Snarling with a closed mouth, you stood once more, turning your eyes to the Celestial incarnation palace, the heart of the Yan kingdom and home of your most dangerous adversary yet.

Then, among thoughts of tearing Yan Weizha's throat from his blubbery neck, an idea passed through your mind and brought with it renewed clarity.

The scholar in Yin Aiguo's memories. Who reeked of crude gunpowder and became ill at the horrific scenes of hedonistic excess and pointless sadism within the celestial incarnation palace. He no doubt was the one who gave the Yan their primitive firearms. His mind would be a valuable asset against the king and his master, if he could be find.

So you leapt silently to the nearest rooftop, in pursuit of the new quarry of your hunt.
-
Yunru sat alone, in the palace he had been gifted. He had sent the servants and wife he had been gifted away from his side, to feast and celebrate his ascension to nobility and the prestigious office and social standing that had proceeded such an honor. Honor, he could not see it as an honor any longer.
cont

>>4699789

He was a slave to a mad man. What evils may reside within the hearts of the rebels, were insignificant to the vileness of his lord. Yan Weizha had gone insane.

He dreamed of burying the entirety of the heavenly capital alongside himself, in a final display of power and impotent pride. Yunru had only learned of the mistake in lending his genius and allegiance to such a man at the dawn of would seem to be his last summer. How naïve he was, how foolish. to make such a folly. He thought the weapons he created would serve to return peace to the lands, but now he realized the dreadful truth.

He had armed tyrants and callous killers with the weapons so powerful they had no equal upon the battlefield. And worse yet, he gave him the means of producing the ignition powder so thoughtlessly. So thoughtlessly had he handed over the reins of the fates of the city, its people, and the world.

Now, with a noble name that would die with him Cao Yunru sat alone in his study, a prototype firearm held tightly in his hands, pressed against his temple. He was a gentle soul, a kind and generous man. He could not stomach being a pawn in such a wicked game, nor the orchestrator of such mindless destruction. A cowardly, shameful way to die. but at least he could face the heavens proud and untainted.

The sights he had seen, would never leave him, even if he could somehow escape the coming doom of the heavenly city. It was the only way to atone for his folly, the only way to be forgiven from his crimes. A single pull of the trigger mechanism, and it would all be over. Peace would return, and his genius would no longer be able to abused and twisted to such cruel ends.

Click.

There was a loud but muffled pop. No pain. Yet he remained conscious. He was not dead. The smell of the black powder filled his study, clouding his vision. Was it divine intervention? A misfire?

His eyes opened, tears streaming down his cheeks and dripping from his chin. And what they saw, froze the very blood in his veins.

A gigantic hand, gripped the ruined remains of his intended tool of suicide. Soot clung to the jadelike skin of the appendage, and he realized what had foiled his escape attempt.

The Ogre . Yunru struggled to speak, panic replacing the acceptance of defeat and sorrow of his grave mistake. The Ogre stood behind him. He had no heard him approach. The Ogre was in the capital.

A low, pathetic whimper escaped his lips. As images and depictions of the beast ran through his addled, tortured mind.

And then, a voice like the gentlest of autumn winds, and sweetest birdsong reached his ears. It was disappointed, and pitying.

"Such genius should not be lost to sorrow or grief, nor shame or guilt" The Ogre spoke, like a man as with one bounding step, he stepped before Yunru's schematics table.
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>>4699792

He was a man, a giant man. No beast or creature. With hair seemingly woven on unwrought iron, and a handsom face. He wore strange, and clearly damaged armor, over a dirtied and tattered robe of silk. The stench of death and black powder clung to him, Yet there was a gentle, beautiful smile upon his lips. The only mark upon his body, was a three stripped scar upon his bare shoulder.

Otherwise, he seemed as if the incarnation of beauty and grace and composure, yet also the avatar of strength and conviction.

He was like a god!

A long forgotten feeling of serenity settled upon Yunru's mind as the giant standing before him gingerly, and carefully placed the ruined wreck of his creation in front of him, and took a seat across from him, kneeling upon the floor to look him into his eyes.

Yunru began to weep once more. Not from guilt or fear or disgust. But awe. Two loving, gentle eyes stared into his. They were gold, true gold. Unlike the garish dress of the Yan beasts. But warm and reassuring gold. Natural and good
-

This was troublesome. The scholar with an intellect to rival Shan or Dandan's own natural genius had just attempted to commit suicide in front of you. Luckily your flesh was sturdy enough to endure the force of the primitive pistol he had been trying to use to end his own life, even if your soot covered hand now stung fiercely and reeked of gunpowder. Now he was crying and sobbing again, overcome with awe at the sight of you and your sudden intervention.

The man was lucky you knew his manner already, or else you may have found a twitching corpse in his place.

What shall you tell the man, Lieren?
>Bluntly tell him you are here to kill Yan Weizha and purge his corruption from Shangrala
>Gently and sadly ask what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life
>Introduce yourself, and briefly explain the situation before asking if he would wish to aid you in anyway.
>Simply offer him redemption and a second chance.
>Write in

It begins

>>4699794
>>Bluntly tell him you are here to kill Yan Weizha and purge his corruption from Shangrala

>>4699794
>Write in
Before we do anything like asking him for help, I think he really needs a friend night now to confide in. Give him a hug, tell him he's a good man, give him a shoulder to cry on. Gotta let the man heal a bit. I'm fine with whatever is the general consensus is but I thought it'd be nice touch to gently hug him.

>>4699794
>>Bluntly tell him you are here to kill Yan Weizha and purge his corruption from Shangrala
>Simply offer him redemption and a second chance.

Atone for you misdeeds, do not seek to take your life when you could be saving others. Think of all the trapped women and children with nowhere to go.

>>4699794
How isolated is his Manor? Are all of his servants and guards away celebrating? Asking because I'd like to know if the option to reforge our armor is possibly on the table. I hope we managed to save all the parts of Chen's wargear, or we might have a Ship of Theseus conundrum to think about.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ship_of_Theseus

>>4699794
>Bluntly tell him you are here to kill Yan Weizha and purge his corruption from Shangrala
>Introduce yourself, and briefly explain the situation before asking if he would wish to aid you in anyway.

"Let s unite our forces and save the people here. For start, we need a way for them to go out instead of being locked inside. I have already compromize the city gates, what you suggest wise scholar ? I would also like to hear your opinion about the palace of the king and what s the best options for attacking it. Beside this as (spit on the ground) the pig Yan Weizha, decided how he will start the sacrifice ? If he was vainglorious enough to make it a sort of feast, we could have more time on our hands for ruin his plans."

>>4699794
>>Bluntly tell him you are here to kill Yan Weizha and purge his corruption from Shangrala
>>Offer him redemption and a second chance.
seems straight forward enough, and i don't want to sit around too long with this one. time is of the essence.

>>4699794
>dressed in armor painted gold and white, the reverse of the northern Yan's colors
Guess that scheme's out.
>>Gently and sadly ask what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life
>>Introduce yourself, and briefly explain the situation before asking if he would wish to aid you in anyway.
Six is the number of Slaanesh, be on the lookout for anything that suggests a Fullmetal Alchemist situation. The fact that there's six gates doesn't sit well with me.

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>>4699794
>>"Cao Yunru, there is still time yet to redeem yourself. I beseech you, aid me in striking at Yan Weizha and saving those he would feast upon in his callousness. Nobody besides the tyrants of Yan's court need to die this day."
>>Explain to him your sabotage of the city's gates and inquire as to where their gunpowder and weapons have been stored
I figure detonating their entire powder supply would be a great distraction as we liberate the captives.

>>4699824
The fire might spread. This city is partially made of wood and I don't believe they have a fire department yet.

>Write in
You are brave but naïve t think ending your own life would undo what has been done, the ending to this tale would still come and you'd simply not see the end of it. Come help me bring this sordid liege down from their throne of cruelty and madness."
Take a moment to rest a hand on his shoulder.
"I've come here to end this before needless lives are lost. I have sought you out to aid me that you might show that virtue that lingers in your soul. Let us save this place, I am Lieren. Now take my hand and tell me your name that we might finish this"

>>4699826
It would be dangerous, but I can really think of no better way to keep the guards busy and render them unable to mount a defense against our forces in the coming days.
It all really depends on when we do it anyhow, with the safest option being detonating the powder stores as the captives are approaching the gates.

>>4699831
if it does scare people enough to cause the to flee the city, it could work, but there might be some causalities. Then again major casualties are what we want to avoid to prevent the daemons to get their power ups, so scaring people out of a burning city might work. We'd probably want to burn the whole place down anyways due to how demonically tainted the whole place is. You're on to something.

>>4699836
All of this is just wishful thinking until we can get the captives moving and actually locate their powder stash.

>>4699794
>Introduce ourselves
>Ask him why so sad
>Offer him redemption

>>4699794
>Gently and sadly ask what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life
>Introduce yourself, and briefly explain the situation before asking if he would wish to aid you in anyway.

>>4699785
>>4699787
>literally the most important bit of information not mention
I would like to point out that Yan Zihao and his men are SACRIFICES. This means that they are likely a virtuous bunch and are clueless about Weizha’s actual aims. I also doubt they have another “sorcerous weapon” when they can barely maintain the lock on one of their six gates.
>>4699840
>>4699836
>>4699831
>>4699824
Why are you guys discussing this? If fatso and his pet daemon die then our problems here are solved. There should be plenty of victims that’ll vindicate our claims and no one else here is going to want to kill children.

>>4699794
>>Gently and sadly ask what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life

You know I'm glad we elected to find this genius of firearms. To see his life snatched away so close to prosperity would have been. . . Tragic.

>>4698399
I mean, taking what says in Magnus's novels, pretty sure he knew to some level that Magnus warp powers weren't entirely inherent from him, especially with the flesh change strongly pointing towards that.

>>Bluntly tell him you are here to kill Yan Weizha and purge his corruption from Shangrala
>Simply offer him redemption and a second chance.

>>4699534
Big boy Empy gonna pat dat cat.

>>4699794
It doesn't really get going until we free the slaves of the bomb-collared slaves of that Vishnu idiot, but this is a most-acceptable start.
Scholar does indeed look to be a thoughtful person, if naive.
>>4699797
Idea for the introduction:
"You would know of me as Lieren the Ogre. I have come to free this land of the tyrant that is the hoarder or prosperity and excess. Would you join me, bring your knowledge and innovation to the side of the people?
"I am but a single man bound by the laws of the world to be in one place. Men of noble hearts pure thought are needed to bring my plans and actions for civility and community. Men who consider their actions and their consequences, who put their very being into the benefit of their fellows. With my golden eyes, I see you and your sins made with the best of intentions and I say that ALL IS NOT LOST. Make it right. Help me."

>>4699794
>Introduce yourself, and briefly explain the situation before asking if he would wish to aid you in anyway.
>Simply offer him redemption and a second chance.
We.know what he saw, now it's time to stop it.
>for among them moved an army, dressed in armor painted gold and white, the reverse of the northern Yan's colors
So white and gold was Yan's color too after all.

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>".. And no man looked to Malal then, save those that serve that which they hate..."
>FormerlyGaoServant.txt

>>4699794
>Gently and sadly ask what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life
>Simply offer him redemption and a second chance.
>Bluntly tell him you are here to kill Yan Weizha and purge his corruption from Shangrala

>>4700012
+1

>>4699794
>Gently and sadly ask what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life
>Simply offer him redemption and a second chance.
>Bluntly tell him you are here to kill Yan Weizha and purge his corruption from Shangrala

>Gently and sadly ask what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life
>Simply offer him redemption and a second chance.
>Bluntly tell him you are here to kill Yan Weizha and purge his corruption from Shangrala

>>4699861
>>Gently and sadly ask what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life
>>Introduce yourself, and briefly explain the situation before asking if he would wish to aid you in anyway.
i support this option.

>>4699794
>>Gently and sadly ask what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life
>>Introduce yourself, and briefly explain the situation before asking if he would wish to aid you in anyway.

>>4699794
>Introduce yourself, and briefly explain the situation before asking if he would wish to aid you in anyway.
Malal. We are the mixture between emps and Malice. White and gold armour. WHITE AND BLACK IS MALICE AND FUCKING EMPS IS GOLD. Our damaged white and golden armour is how you can see we also follow malice.
Also I'm the anon that suggested the road and I loved that you used my argument as the argument of Lieren.

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>Gently and sadly ask what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life
>Simply offer him redemption and a second chance.
>Bluntly tell him you are here to kill Yan Weizha and purge his corruption from Shangrala

>>4700551
What's with the twink?

>>4700558
He is a 'Twunk' anon, now apologize

>>4700566
I don't apologize to effeminate homos.
Give me context or give me death.

>>4699794
Offer head pats

>>4700566
his a ragging faggot, you queer.

>>4699794
>Introduce yourself and gently and sadly ask what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life then offer him redemption and a second chance by aiding you. Tell him you are here to kill Yan Weizha and purge his corruption from Shangrala.
A mixture really.

>>4700771
The "what could've driven him to attempt to end his own life" part is so he tells us the enemies plans.

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So with White and Gold being the colours of Yan it puts a not so good feeling in my stomach about using that as our colour scheme. This was one of the other ideas suggested way back when. what colour scheme do you think we should go with?

>>4700833
I would suggest we wait at least until we conquer the planet or meet Lieren's Legion first before choosing because any color we choose might be already used by future enemies(like that Vishnu king).

>>4700833
So? White and gold is aesthetic

>>4700833
Isn't the Yan coloring like, the opposite? It's mostly gold with some white, whereas the designs we got are mostly White with some Gold.

Personally, i think White & Gold looks best. And it's an inversion, right? Of the Yan colors, so it's good enough.

>>4700833
Anons I'm going to be real, A) good color scheme I like it, B) just because someone who was a dick used similar colors doesn't mean we just completely write it off as an option the azure and plum are OUR colors. Not Gao's.

>>4700840
>for among them moved an army, dressed in armor painted gold and white, the reverse of the northern Yan's colors, a sign of their undying allegiance to the house of Yan
White and gold is Yan, gold and white is their army.
>>4700837
This guy gets it. Wait for the 500-post debate about paint jobs until it's actually time to decide.

>>4700842
>>4700840
>>4700833

You want to know something. Even including the Gradient one which is a neat concept that I thought was cool, none of them look unique. Not a damn one.

I hate to be the fucking troll but they all feel fucking bland. Green is dark angels and salamanders and Sons of Horus (before they went black right? They were green?). White and Gold is fucking Lunar Wolves (Again before going black and maybe green) and White Scars. Blue is fucking Night Lords, Ultramarines, thousand sons (later) and Alpha Legion. The Gradient one at least had some cool element to it with the plum.

Like if we want to do Jade and Plum, we can use a different color green like Necron style teal or adding some more blue elements to the green and then plum which would be incredibly unique and beautiful if done right. We can still keep the golden elements on such a design too. Just please- let's try to at least give it some variety. I hate being the whiny bitch so please consider.
>>4700837
This is the way. We fucking wait to see what the legion is.

>>4700846
No, Yan is Gold and White. Their army is also gold and white? Their description says gold and white, and the Yan's also says gold and white.

>>4700857
I'm literally quoting the update. Take it up with Malal.

>>4700017
>>4700857
The king's personal army is Gold and White, their northern family is whie and gold. The northern family is the army that our allies are marching against.

>>4700849
Lunar Wolves wee never white and gold, just white and black. Also, literally every color has already been used. Stop trying to go for "much never seen before color"

Wacky combinations are ugly. The gradient was ugly. Using Necron colors is cringeworthynd trying to add random colora for the sake of originality is retarded.

>>4700865
Are you're talking about the old fox? Yin's armour was gold and white

>>4700867

There's other colors that haven't been used, which are perfectly usable. You can do certain colors without it being ugly, though I do agree adding uniqueness for uniqueness sake is kind of shit and I forget that Luna Wolves were black and white, and just Horus had the gold.

Though there are colors that do not have legion use. Orange, Light Blue (not Grey Blue) Teal, and dark red. Those don't have to be cringe and I was merely noting the color type, not the pallet, because going straight necron colors would not work on a space marine.

I just want it to look good and not have it be a dark angels rip off or an ultra marines nock off or an eldar nock off. If we do it, at least make it look like a distinct legion.

>>4700883
Green is only used by the Salamanders at this point. The pre-heresy Dark Angels are black and red and Horus only went green after Ullanor.

>>4700865
>>4700869
Maybe that was a mistype? The only northern branch we've heard about were the Northern Yin not Yan.

>>4700883
I'm pretty sure there's a lot of chapters with dark red

>>4700869
Mate, did you read the update we been quotting to you? Malal just wrote that the loyal to the Yan are Gold and White (guess what he was) while the cadet branch is is White and Gold.

>>4700869
We don’t really know anything about the old fox.

>>4699794
I was thinking the same thing as >>4700888
Malal, for the sake of clarification and settling things, what are the colors of the line the King belongs to?

>>4700888
Maybe.
Fucking space-chinese and it's naming coventions. I'm putting it to the top of the list of things to fix after we are done.

>>4700892
Ah, found it. There's the Angels Vermilion, Flesh Tearers, Angels Sanguine...

>>4700893
Than why was the first description of Yin Gold & White? Unless it's he Fox who's white and gold it makes no sense.

>>4700902
Honestly I don't know and I'm starting to get confused.
I'm just going to blame some weird custom or internal politicking and move on before I end up rereading the past threads looking for an answer.

>>4700867
>>4700849
>>4700883
Luna Wolfs became green after they became Sons of Horus.

>>4700849
Also, Pre-heresy Alpha Legion's "blue" is metallic turquoise(a mix of blue and green) with silver highlights.

personally? the whole "we must not take this color for it is bad and is from others" is kinda stupid, not gonna lie.

>Ultimate plot twist
>All this shilling of green and white
>Canon conspiracy of the mentors often being addressed as the mentor legion
>Role/themes of lessons and education
>All that other bullshittery

We are the Mentors

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Honestly once we start fitting them with the addons that speak to our origins like chinese stylings and maybe fog panther capes from their graduation kill, they will start looking very distinct. I dont think we need to worry too much about about that.

>>4701055
I'm really digging the green, gold and white.

Im kinda over green

>>4701193
In my opinion, there's way too many legions using green. It feels generic.

>>4701299
One legion currently uses green. The Dark Angels are black and red and the Luna Wolves won't be Sons of Horus until after Ullanor. The Salamanders are the only one right now.

>>4701055
I like that, that looks pretty cool how that one is. Maybe it's just the detail.
>>4701027
Welp.
>>4700949
Yeah I forgot about that too. I knew it was but it's just so often portrayed as the standard blue.

>>4701055
Wait, there's addons? How did you add that in the space marine legion generator?

Also, about the jade thing, you know there's white jade, right?

>>4701381
There are sliders for standard ornamentation and other fancy shit. If you want legion-specific designs or aesthetics, you can select canon legions to go off of. It looks like Anon went with White Scars for that one.

>>4701381
Instead of using generator, use the constructor tab.

You'll need to select every piece of Mk 2 armour but then you have full customisability, up to making a composite armour incorporating mk 2 to current.

>>4699794
Introduce yourself, and briefly explain the situation before asking if he would wish to aid you in anyway.
>Simply offer him redemption and a second chance.

The other options seem either too blunt or verging on the emotional manipulation scale, let's be sincere without losing time, we need his help now before our army kills the Yan's last force.

About the color scheme, I'm really fucking confused. Didn't the Yan have a Gold (main) + white(secondary) pattern? Why do they suddenly have both for no reason? I'm starting to think that Malal lowkey doesn't like the white+gold and prefers the plum and azure that he picked (I personally think is ugly as fuck and has a clear reference to Gao the asshole cultist, Slaanesh and Tzeench, no matter what people think or try to argue). I will stick to pure White (both the color of purity and death, because hur dur dur Astartes, the Angels of Death)+Emps (because Emps and his conceptual and symbolic value and psyker mojo).

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>>4701662
>The King of Space-China's house colors are colors prominently featured in real-world Chinese culture
A scheme worthy of the Alpha Legion. How could such a thing have happened? You're right, this is clearly a plot against your preferences.

BTW, good job with the power up write in, I still think that creating a conection with Malal can backfire massively, but if the stable, continous Paradox soul powerup works like the lore makes me think it does, and the human Waagh field works anything like the orks, I think we are going to get swole and powerful as fuck from fighting for tens of thousands of years alongside thousands of astartes and billions of above average storm troopers (the IG kind, not the Star Wars losers). Also, our veteran Heroic units could get permanent boosts in line with mankind's Krork equivalent (aka, Perpetual Mega Psyker Geniuses, like Custodes or mini Emperors). Emps is either going to hate us and kill us immediately or love us forever, again good job and I can't wait to find out.

>>4701672
Lol, how funny, because there is literally no other color that an open Slaanesh cultist could use aside of white. Gold I can understand, but white doesn't resemble purple in any way. You are right tho, I feel angry that plum and azure has been wanked as a symbol of hope and prosperity and white and gold as the enemy, bad, don't touch, Chaos. In the end we will pick whatever our legion picks or the players vote for, so no point in arguing over it. As I said, I'll stick to whatever I like, you are free todo the same

>>4701662
the dress Lieren got given in Azure and Plum was sweet as fuck, nobody can deny.