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You are Lieren of Nothing, the second son of the emperor of mankind and the father of the valiant and indomitable second legion of his adeptus astartes, renowned philosopher and heroic figure of legend and song, Savior of the many nations and peoples of Shangrala, Builder of both the giant's road and the miraculous Golden Dragon's river technology, Grandmaster of the wanderers in fog and the brothers of panthers and sworn enemy to chaos and all its thralls.

Having been separated from your son interred in the dreadnaught suit, Dae-Hyun, as the two of you fought to disable the defenses of the greatest and most terrible city of the Kong Nue Corrupted Vishnu barbaric and murderous society, you were forced to flee into a unstable passage carved through the warp as your valiant son caried out your shared mission of destruction. Pursued by all of the self named blood God's dog, you ran from them and the river of blood and skulls that carried them aloft just behind your heels, following the psionic signature of The butcher king's mad bride, your own beloved Kanzeon's corrupted and fallen sister Avalokiteśvara. And as Jinhai and numerous other heroes of Long-Jia, all friends and companions of yours, fought against Nitya Sinha himself, you sought a means to return to the material realm within the corroded veins of the mad woman who named herself the iron goddess of war, and ruined the Vishnu culture generations before with her cruelty and contempt towards all of humanity.

Fortunately, your eyes remained sharp as ever, and after playing the part of the hare in Kong Nue's hunting game, you found a crack in the boundary between the realm of the spirits and the realm of men. And tore your way through into the lightless bowels of the architect of all of the butcher king's slaughters and atrocities...
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"GET OUT OF ME! PARASITE! INFECTION! DISEASE! VIRUS! PLAGUE!" Avalokiteśvara wailed and howled as you marched through her ever twisting web of hallways, that had become a murderous expanse of whirring blades, spouts of plasma and arcs of deadly electricity. The few devils who poured through the tear you opened between the worlds, had been destroyed by the ship maiden's response to your sudden and rough intrusion. Disintegrated to their most basic elements and chemical bindings. But you, you marched on, covered in the golden, radiant fires of your soul. It was thinner than before, as you pour so much of yourself into the vessels of your dear comrades' souls and lives. You had seen too many of those distant lights flicker and fade to naught but cinder and ash as you ran from the hordes of the high minister of murder to not lend them aid in this darkest of hour.

Streams of acid powerful enough to melt star metal, gravitational fluxes and all types of radiation burned through the tunnel you forcefully tore open with your will alone.
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>>5211138

Your wicked sister in law, was using every weapon in her armory, every trick hidden coyly in her sleeve, to try and repel and kill you. It took your remaining psionic power and stamina to resist her efforts to squash you like a beetle under her thumb. Every killing implement held by her motherless thralls and their mutated, spirit twisted brethren, was brought against you to delay your advance. The only reason you could survive this trek into this tyrant's iron body and heart, was because you had become rather adapt at manipulating Star metal while in the company of Kanzeon, while rescuing Mari from her putrid captor, and as you rid the hollow husk of Kuan Im of the corruption of the fox she had become. You were wresting control from the weapons and murderous traps that were created before your eyes, crushing their components as your foe created new and inventive means of killing to throw against you.

You bore a hole through her vast, subterranean body, peeling away and smoothing metal to force her danger frought internal anatomy to be at least scarcely survivable. And even then, you endured a storm of fury, madness and sharpened steel unlike any you had met before! Kong Nue own palace would be more welcoming and less lethal than Avalokiteśvara's churning and grinding guts.

And all the while, beneath your breath, you chanted and Sang the Journey, from its beginning to its end, furiously denouncing and attacking the evil that surrounded you not only with your pskyerist techniques, but also your words, faith and conviction. Each lesson that passed your lips, each story you whispered to the bowels of the tyrannical witch that wished to see you and all of your species wiped from Shangral in a never ending festival of bloodshed and murder, every chanted teaching, revitalized and bolster your will and strengthened your spirit.

It was your greatest work, The Journey and all its wisdom, that allowed you to march on stubbornly through the rivers of acid so potent it could render a whole carcass to naught but steam in the span of a breath, across sheer catwalks the air above which was filled with killing light of molecular decoupling and separating technologies of the very same type that Kanzeon used to break down raw materials and Aeldari technology to heal her ancient wounds, and to battle against legions of hyper efficient killing machines dark reflections of Kanzeons own drones stripped bare to nearly skeletal frames of liquid oozing metal that swam through the air like an army of metallic ghosts. A part of you could not help but admire such weapons, even as you fought through them to avoid being drowned or torn apart atom by atom by their innumerable, prying fingers.
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>>5211140

"Why won't you die like humans should! You're supposed to be mortal! Mortal! How are you still alive! You should be nothing but piles of minerals separated apart! A twitching corpse! A screaming, melting sack of flesh! A bloated cadaver filled with living metal" Avalokiteśvara roared she suddenly fought back against your harsh manipulations and renovations of her still, crippled form. You sensed her rebuttal and resistance as a great weight crushing down all around you.

The living, crawling pools of star metal begin to seep through her inner walls and reshape themselves into demonic, monstrous beings as blood red acid pours from the ceilings as the temperature begins to increase rapidly towards the heat of a small star as deconstructor beams, gravitational vortexes and rapids of boiling blood and green lighting shot through the wound you carved through her flesh. You held up a hand, and created a barrier with spirit's touch, splitting open its fingers to allow the deadly streams to flow past you as you struggled forward, tearing wires and circuitry from the walls as you marched, still chanting as the madwoman summoned more strength from her energy reserves to bring against you. The lights flared and lances of solid light glanced off and tore into your armor.

"Answer me! Answer me! Answer me!" She raged

What do you do Lieren?

>Tell her she has underestimated the spirit of mankind, and shall pay dearly for this folly

>"I am a man by nature, but not by birth. Like you, I was engineered rather than born. But unlike you, I chose to live as a man, rather than a monster. My strength comes from my compassion and kindness, the weakness you imagined to be strength comes from your fury and victim complex. Yet, you and I, are more alike than not"

>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.

>"I do not speak to beasts"

>write
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>>5211141
>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.

>"I do not speak to beasts"

laugh at this fool and take advantage of her mistake
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>>5211141
>>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.
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>>5211141
>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.
>Tell her she has underestimated the spirit of mankind, and shall pay dearly for this folly
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>>5211141
>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.
>Tell her she has underestimated the spirit of mankind, and shall pay dearly for this folly


rage against the machine
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>>5211141
>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.

>Retort loudly with verses from the Journey denouncing her path, much like against Kuan Im so long ago

As much as I want a proper rebuttal, talking is not a free action on either side and this is something I know Leiren can do in his sleep, while achieving much the same effect. Let her be the one to make the fools mistake of overconfidence.
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>>5211141
>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.
>Tell her she has underestimated the spirit of mankind, and shall pay dearly for this folly

The core is close now
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>>5211141
>Retort loudly with verses from the Journey denouncing her path, much like against Kuan Im so long ago
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>>5211141
>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.
>Tell her she has underestimated the spirit of mankind, and shall pay dearly for this folly
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>>5211141
>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.
>"I do not speak to beasts"
Consider that any time we spend speaking is time we spend not chanting the Journey
This is not quite the time to monologue just yet.

"Are you frustrated?"
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>>5211141
>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.

"You have truly surpassed your sister, dear in law; the way you strike and the passion behind them, your killer intent alone puts you leagues above! But at least Kuan Im had some semblance of intelligence. Dare I say, you are more in par with a rabid beast!"

>"I do not speak to beasts"
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>>5211141
>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.
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>"I am a man by nature, but not by birth. Like you, I was engineered rather than born. But unlike you, I chose to live as a man, rather than a monster. My strength comes from my compassion and kindness, the weakness you imagined to be strength comes from your fury and victim complex. Yet, you and I, are more alike than not"
Time for ship rehab 3. Our chapter will have 3 Archeotech Motherships of hax and retake the emperyran and the material.
Also we should steal Khorne's shit.
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>>5211177
>Support
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>>5211302
I think the plan was to basically do a factory reset on her.
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>>5211141
>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.
>Tell her she has underestimated the spirit of mankind, and shall pay dearly for this folly
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>>5211157
Support.
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>>5211355
Can you do that? I thought the ships weren't actually AI
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>>5211302
Don't forget the Sunni one.
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>>5211449
They were invented as a replacement for Men of Iron. Why wouldn't they create safety measures for that?
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>>5211566
bit of a stretch that she wouldn't have wrecked those through manipulating some long dead former crewer/slave centuries ago
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>>5211449
It was something that Kanzeon herself siad she was going to do, and goving how shocked and angry Avalokiteśvara got, it must not have been an empty threat.
It's probably sometype of ego death.
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>>5211141
>>Tell her she has underestimated the spirit of mankind, and shall pay dearly for this folly
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>>5211141

>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.
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>>5211141
>"I am a man by nature, but not by birth. Like you, I was engineered rather than born. But unlike you, I chose to live as a man, rather than a monster. My strength comes from my compassion and kindness, the weakness you imagined to be strength comes from your fury and victim complex. Yet, you and I, are more alike than not"
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>>5211141
>>"I am a man by nature, but not by birth. Like you, I was engineered rather than born. But unlike you, I chose to live as a man, rather than a monster. My strength comes from my compassion and kindness, the weakness you imagined to be strength comes from your fury and victim complex. Yet, you and I, are more alike than not"
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>>5211141
>>"I am a man by nature, but not by birth. Like you, I was engineered rather than born. But unlike you, I chose to live as a man, rather than a monster. My strength comes from my compassion and kindness, the weakness you imagined to be strength comes from your fury and victim complex. Yet, you and I, are more alike than not"
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>>5211141
>"I am a man by nature, but not by birth. Like you, I was engineered rather than born. But unlike you, I chose to live as a man, rather than a monster. My strength comes from my compassion and kindness, the weakness you imagined to be strength comes from your fury and victim complex. Yet, you and I, are more alike than not"
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>>5211141
>>"I am a man by nature, but not by birth. Like you, I was engineered rather than born. But unlike you, I chose to live as a man, rather than a monster. My strength comes from my compassion and kindness, the weakness you imagined to be strength comes from your fury and victim complex. Yet, you and I, are more alike than not"
>>5211302
>Our chapter will have 3 Archeotech Motherships
By my count, if this one gets talk no jutsu'd, we'd have 5 without making soul-gestalt daughters for the uninhabited bodies. The wife, Mari, Al-Uzza, Anahita, and Avalokiteśvara.
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>>5211141
>>"I am a man by nature, but not by birth. Like you, I was engineered rather than born. But unlike you, I chose to live as a man, rather than a monster. My strength comes from my compassion and kindness, the weakness you imagined to be strength comes from your fury and victim complex. Yet, you and I, are more alike than not"
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>>5211822
They all have different specialties right?
Each one we bring to our cause gives us and by extention dad more and more bargaining power vs the Mechanicus.

This might just make them hate us unless we can co-opt the religion via these ship girls presented as godmachines.
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I'm highkey expecting that the next arc after this will be us getting dragged into the subjugation of mars via portal to help out emps in that unbelievably off the charts clusterfuck. The presence of the archeotech ships and lieren's tech capacities would make for an interesting cult mechanicus, that's for sure
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>>5211141
>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.

>"I do not speak to beasts"


Fuck the speech, Fuck rehab fags kill the bitch and be done with it
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I can't believe someone thinks that a heartfelt speech is going to make the Khorne worshipping ascendant who's ruined countless lives in a war bloodier and more evil and cruel than has ever touched the face of the world in the pursuit of damning a planet to fuel as ascension to daemonhood, you know, DAEMONHOOD and is several times damned have a change of heart? Over us telling her why she's wrong and giving her sympathy of all things?

Everyone, every character in this story on the planet is at risk right now of death, or worse than death. She will not accept redemption, there will be no happy 'haha oops i'm good now sorry for reveling in the torture and death of millions'. Unless you want to betray the entire cast of this story down to the last tiger child, Avalokiteśvara needs to be killed so that she does not destroy everything good on Shangrala and every second of hesitation or doubt or misguided sympathy we give is a weapon she wields against us and more importantly everyone we love who are still fighting to stop her from destroying everything they love right now.

Consider that if she was redeemable, it would have been Kanzeon's first approach. Kanzeon has already decided the best course of action (which I believe is some form of total reset) and she is a far greater authority to decide than we. Pity the person Avalokitesvara could have been, and not the monster she chose to be.
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>>5211355
yes
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>>5211570
Maybe it resets the fuck out of her brain, effectively shaving off most of the corruption that the person Avalokitesvara gathered, basically making her an infant; the stuffs that make her from experience and memory are deleted leaving primordial stuff
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>>5212285
We still have to deal with the rest of the world and the minor nations; find, help or slavage the other ships and maybe go to New Varro.
Although the Emperor asking Lieren for help with the mechanicus, given our tech and philosophy makes sense, but he has yet to attack Luna, so we still have time.
Unless the warp fucks with continuity again.
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>>5212294
>>5212345
>emperor mentality chads vs peace and reconciliation chads

the duality of man
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>>5211141
>"I am a man by nature, but not by birth. Like you, I was engineered rather than born. But unlike you, I chose to live as a man, rather than a monster. My strength comes from my compassion and kindness, the weakness you imagined to be strength comes from your fury and victim complex. Yet, you and I, are more alike than not"
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>>5212493
There is no peace to be had. There is pity, but every outcome leads to the death of the butcher bride and the possible redemption of the soul.
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>>5211141
>>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.
Nah, she can bugger off.
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>>5211141
>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.
>"I do not speak to beasts"

>>5212345
Agreed. Additionally, we have never offered mercy to literally any other servant of chaos we've killed. Why would she be any different? Just do the ego death procedure and be done with it.
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>>5212345
>I can't believe someone thinks that a heartfelt speech is going to make the Khorne worshipping ascendant [..] have a change of heart
IMO it's less saying its likely and more acknowledging it's possible.

>Everyone, every character in this story on the planet is at risk right now of death, or worse than death.
The people under Gao faced similar threats. Same under Yan. Shangrala will face threats when we fight off world. Only difference is scale.

>She will not accept redemption
It is not our choice to make, it is hers. If Avalokitesvara rejects her redemption that is her choice. If 'we' reject even the possibility of it then that is ours.

>Unless you want to betray the entire cast of this story
And rejecting the tenets of our Journey wouldn't be a betrayal? We say death is unavoidable and not to be feared yet is revenge and fear of death going to be the fuel of her defeat?

>Pity the person Avalokitesvara could have been, and not the monster she chose to be.
Facts. I don't advise to being naive, exposing ourselves or sacrificing effective tactics. If she rejects her own salvation then she will need to die, that is a fact. But Avalokitesvara asked us a question and the answer is, quite literally, the tenets of our Journey: through our chant and our belief in it we have survived. Besides being the actual truth, a heartfelt sympathy and offer of peace and form of absolution is a higher rejection of Khorne than anything else I can think of.

Rather than naive it is eminently practical. Cynicism could prove to be a chip in our armor, an acknowledgment that differences must be settled in blood, always, not just when necessary. Instead let the Journey and the peace it professes to be our shield as it always has.
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>>5211141
>Retort loudly with verses from the Journey denouncing her path, much like against Kuan Im so long ago
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>>5212879
>The people under Gao faced similar threats. Same under Yan. Shangrala will face threats when we fight off world. Only difference is scale.
I don't think Gao or Yan had an artificial sun threatening to blow-up the planet
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>>5213367
We murderized Kuan Im for similar stuff and had foiled her plans before hand, focus now, monologue later
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>>5213464
at what point did Kuan Im threaten to drop an artificial sun?

Gao may have thought that he was on the cusp of Daemonhood and Kuan Im said something similar, but i didn't realize we were supposed to take warp beings at their word
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>>5213492
He means when she was going to kill everyone in the capital anon
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>>5213492
It was the Yan who were about to become daemons.
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Calling the vote now. Sorry for the wait.

Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.:17

"I do not speak to beasts":5

Tell her she has underestimated the spirit of mankind, and shall pay dearly for this folly:7

Retort loudly with verses from the Journey denouncing her path, much like against Kuan Im so long ago:3


"You have truly surpassed your sister, dear in law; the way you strike and the passion behind them, your killer intent alone puts you leagues above! But at least Kuan Im had some semblance of intelligence. Dare I say, you are more in par with a rabid beast!": 1

"I am a man by nature, but not by birth. Like you, I was engineered rather than born. But unlike you, I chose to live as a man, rather than a monster. My strength comes from my compassion and kindness, the weakness you imagined to be strength comes from your fury and victim complex. Yet, you and I, are more alike than not":8

Total votes:28

So Lieren will laugh, distracting Avalokiteśvara and allowing him to gain more ground as he marches closer and closer to her heart.

Writing now
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And answer you did! With a roaring laugh that would've made your brothers raised from the humble soil and homes of nothing proud! The self styled empress of blood and slaughtered, like the monstrous rivals of hers you had hunted down and crushed beneath your heel in your tireless march towards bringing to all the lands and kingdoms true prosperity and freedom, could not smother your spirit and take away the kindness that radiated from your smile and eyes. The darkness had surrounded you, time and time again, besetting you with grief and rage, but despite all of chaos' atrocities and monstrosities, you remained the man you chose to be when you first approached Guozhi and taught the boys of Nothing how to properly hold spears and hunt. You laughed, in spite of the man made horrors beyond nearly beyond your vast abilities of comprehension, despite the fact you were marching towards the very heart of a tyrant older than some of the wicked spirts you have throttled and cut down. You laughed, and laughed, pausing in your advance for the first time to brace yourself against the sword of love as you howled and wheeped with helpless laughter.

Rather than grieving, for all the lives lost this day, and the friends whose smiling faces and twinkling eyes you would never see, whose laughter you would never delight to share in, you laughed. Rather than raging against the abomination brought against you, against the intrigues and schemes of the old malevolence lurking just beyond the dark that had wrought such bloodshed and tragedy, you laughed. All six of the patriarchs of the discordant clans of wicked spirits were watching you, filling their cups until they overflowed with the agonies of Shangrala's many people and your aching heart of gold. So you laughed, laughed in the ridiculousness of the primordial devils' great game, at the ridiculousness of your situation but most of all.

You laughed to mock and offend Avalokiteśvara. The prideful lunatic needed answers, why you, who were not forged by her hands, who had invited into himself so many human flaws and mortal failings, who delighted in being an imperfect being, a paradoxical man of reasonable logics and emotional whimsies could be so powerful. That you exulted in being human, despite very clearly being so much more. That a being so clearly crafted by the advance sciences of ages gone by and the sorceries of eras unknown, and yet were stronger than her pet of a husband. That despite holding yourself back from your potential and denying the rational, machine like essence from which the you of now had sprung, you were her Butcher's better and undaunted by the deadly obstacles she threw your way.

Rivers of acid, showers of disintegrating rays and lights, great waves of living metal, gusts of boiling air and vortexes of crushing gravity and forces that warped space and time themselves could not impede your march.

But your own, slightly grim, amusement had.
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>>5213788

And this distracted the queen of blackest tyranny. You could feel her killing intent wane, replaced with blatant bafflement, that despite everything she was doing to brutally end your life, you treated her efforts like you would a child whacking your knees with a stick. For a being who prided herself on being above humanity, to be mocked in such a manner that relished in the insulter's own humanity, subtly presenting it as a strength and source of empowerment, caused a glitch in her murderous designs. For, Avalokiteśvara was a being of purest hate and rage, and there was nothing she held with more contempt than humanity, the descendants of the cruel men who chained her in the body she used to seek her, in her mind, justified revenge by committing countless slaughters and oppressions through her long, wretched life as a crippled, blood bathed goddess beneath the wild jungles.

You cannot help but to idly ponder, if perhaps, the brave Vishnu who entered her ages ago to cripple her and trap her in this hell of her own making, laughed as well? Laughed when they, with sticks and stones, forced a "Goddess" to kneel and retreat into the darkness. Did she, ever think that her survival was a punishment? Carried out by the sons and daughters of the passengers she forced to butcher and kill one another for her dark amusement and twisted pleasure?

You chased these contemplations from your thoughts, and allowed the dark emotions you had held back and subdued with laughter to come rushing in as you noticed Avalokiteśvara was beginning to recover, as outrage replaced confusion. Reaching deep into the well of your heart, you dredged up the blackest fury ever produced by your gentle and loving heart.

The dark halls of the Vishnu's murderous queen's innards are replaced with flashes. Luli's disfigurement, the little girl crying for her surgically malformed father to wake up, The crying visions of Kamal Kanan's countless victims, Small Chen and Bai's still bodies, Gao Liwei's laughing face, Matron Isha at the side of wretched Na Gou, Children sitting emptied eyed at the graves holding their entire family lines, Starved corpses, scholars left to the opens skies to be feasted upon by crows, a thousand cruelties, a thousand sadisms, a thousand atrocities. Oppression, cruelty, subjugation.

Tyranny. Your mind blanked out.

And a single thought raised above the clamor. You remembered, in your seething fury that blotted out all other conscious thought, how heart broken Kanzeon had been, when her sister scorned and insulted not only her but their shared purpose. Tears. Crying.

Your mind raced back to the day you became more than an emotionless doll, driven by mechanical logic and implanted reason. The day you heard the people of nothing crying.

And a cascade of wrath consumed Lieren the man.
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>>5213791

And The ogre that slept within him awoken, as all of the sad sights that revealed to the gentlest of golden eyes the cruelties and evil that lurked in man's heart bubbled forth and became a scalding storm of rage that had been long caged and tamed. All of the crying and shed tears you had born witnessed to bubbled forth, as you relived every devilry and abomination of man's own design by your own choice, gathering your rage as the ever burning fire of you idealistic soul raged and burned brighter and brighter.

Black smoke poured from your mouth as you clenched your hands into fists. Star metal, reacting to the great wave of psionic energy and commanding thought that erupted forth from your mind, began to tear at a near atomic level. Avalokiteśvara shrieked, and the ogre remained silent as you used all of the righteous rage you had accrued and kept locked within your heart as fuel for perhaps the greatest expression of the Spirit's touch school of pyskerist techniques ever witnessed upon Shangrala.

Only when Avalokiteśvara's flesh began to tear and peel apart did the ogre cry out, in a sorrowful wrath, for all the tears it had seen shed and the corpses it has been forced to walk past unable to exact punishment upon the villains responsible for both

And Avalokiteśvara cried out as well, in pain and terror, as the disciple of the ever raging god met a force of anger that overshadowed her own.

You opened your eyes, as you quelled your fury and looked upon the great wound you had dug into your enemy's vast body. The dangers that surrounded you seconds ago were no more, and so, throwing the sword of love ahead, you leapt atop it, deciding to fly across the ravine you tore into your sister in law's flesh as she recovered from the sheer brutality of your attack.

"How...how has Khorne not claimed your soul. How can you host such fury and deny the blood gods gifts and praise?" She whispered, as the "sky" you flew through filled with murderous flocks of drones and caustic rains once more. You closed your eyes, as lashing tendrils tipped with saws and miniaturized self contained black holes flailed and whipped towards you

How do you answer Lieren?

>With a soft, dismissive chuckle as you focus on not getting knocked from your sword and torn apart by Avalokiteśvara's renewed assault

>"How could you fall to the same temptations so many of the "ants" you so scorn have? How could you fall in love with one of the mortals you so disdain?"

>Don't. And increase the speed of your flight while re-establishing telepathic contact with Kanzeon and Mari, to check on the progress of the grim work

>"Kong Nue is a fool's god. Only worshiped by those warriors who forget the purpose of the sword"

>write in

https://youtu.be/loTcZHoIYfQ
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>>5213795
>>With a soft, dismissive chuckle as you focus on not getting knocked from your sword and torn apart by Avalokiteśvara's renewed assault
>>"How could you fall to the same temptations so many of the "ants" you so scorn have? How could you fall in love with one of the mortals you so disdain?"
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>>5213795
>Don't. And increase the speed of your flight while re-establishing telepathic contact with Kanzeon and Mari, to check on the progress of the grim work
>With a soft, dismissive chuckle as you focus on not getting knocked from your sword and torn apart by Avalokiteśvara's renewed assault
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>>5213795
>With a soft, dismissive chuckle as you focus on not getting knocked from your sword and torn apart by Avalokiteśvara's renewed assault
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>>5213795
>With a soft, dismissive chuckle as you focus on not getting knocked from your sword and torn apart by Avalokiteśvara's renewed assault
>"Kong Nue is a fool's god. Only worshiped by those warriors who forget the purpose of the sword"
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>>5213795
>With a soft chuckle.
>Dont. Speed up.

Which part, you dumb bint, of "they disgust me" wasnt clear enough? They cant claim us because we won't let them.
Anyway, I want to chuckle at her, but I also want to speed up
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>>5213795


>> For all my life I did naught but seek to better humanity, yet had any threat great enough appeared, I would have unleashed my rage and struck it down in a heartbeat. All these years I have slain tyrants but none so great as you and your husband. As I take your life know this rage like patience is a weapon.
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>>5213795
>>With a soft, dismissive chuckle as you focus on not getting knocked from your sword and torn apart by Avalokiteśvara's renewed assault
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>>5213795
>>"Kong Nue is a fool's god. Only worshiped by those warriors who forget the purpose of the sword"

>captcha 4GARY
Here's to you then, Gary.
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>>5213795
>"The truth should be self-evident but you are blinded by your conceited beliefs. You don't see logic and will (metal) guiding the rage, you don't see the wisdom and calmness (water) quenching it, you can't see the idealism and hope (wood) fueling it, nor the fact it exists in service to humanity and civilization (earth). All you see is the fire of my soul and nothing else."
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>>5213795
>With a soft, dismissive chuckle as you focus on not getting knocked from your sword and torn apart by Avalokiteśvara's renewed assault
>"Kong Nue is a fool's god. Only worshiped by those warriors who forget the purpose of the sword"
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>>5213795
>"How could you fall to the same temptations so many of the "ants" you so scorn have? How could you fall in love with one of the mortals you so disdain?"

>my anger is not that of a leashed dog lashing out at the world but instead a tool to direct and be used with purpose.
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>>5213795
>Don't. And increase the speed of your flight while re-establishing telepathic contact with Kanzeon and Mari, to check on the progress of the grim work
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>>5213795
>With a soft, dismissive chuckle as you focus on not getting knocked from your sword and torn apart by Avalokiteśvara's renewed assault
>"How could you fall to the same temptations so many of the "ants" you so scorn have? How could you fall in love with one of the mortals you so disdain?
"You and your sister are more alike than you think. The only difference was that your sister found me instead of those twisted "things" that call themselves gods."
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>>5213795
>"How could you fall to the same temptations so many of the "ants" you so scorn have? How could you fall in love with one of the mortals you so disdain?"
>"Kong Nue is a fool's god. Only worshiped by those warriors who forget the purpose of the sword"
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>>5213795
>>"Kong Nue is a fool's god. Only worshiped by those warriors who forget the purpose of the sword"
Could I get some clarification on something, Malal. I'm laboring under the assumption that Kanzeon has two different "schematics" for two different kinds of meat puppet; the one she's had since our manic training session by the wall and a more advanced one based off of data taken from our pod that she has yet to grow. Is that right?
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>>5213795

>"How could you fall to the same temptations so many of the "ants" you so scorn have? How could you fall in love with one of the mortals you so disdain?"
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So, fun thought experiment, Who would Lieren adopt from the OTL Legions. My first pick, Rylanor, the Ancient of Rites.
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>>5213795
>With a soft chuckle.
>Dont. Speed up.
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>>5213795
>"How could you fall to the same temptations so many of the "ants" you so scorn have? How could you fall in love with one of the mortals you so disdain?"
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>>5213795
>>"How could you fall to the same temptations so many of the "ants" you so scorn have? How could you fall in love with one of the mortals you so disdain?"

More self-doubt will make her responses weaker and slower.
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>>5213795
>>With a soft, dismissive chuckle as you focus on not getting knocked from your sword and torn apart by Avalokiteśvara's renewed assault
>"Kong Nue is a fool's god. Only worshiped by those warriors who forget the purpose of the sword"
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Calling the vote now. had some really nice write ins this round of votes

With a soft, dismissive chuckle as you focus on not getting knocked from your sword and torn apart by Avalokiteśvara's renewed assault:9

"How could you fall to the same temptations so many of the "ants" you so scorn have? How could you fall in love with one of the mortals you so disdain?":7

Don't. And increase the speed of your flight while re-establishing telepathic contact with Kanzeon and Mari, to check on the progress of the grim work:4

"Kong Nue is a fool's god. Only worshiped by those warriors who forget the purpose of the sword":6

For all my life I did naught but seek to better humanity, yet had any threat great enough appeared, I would have unleashed my rage and struck it down in a heartbeat. All these years I have slain tyrants but none so great as you and your husband. As I take your life know this rage like patience is a weapon.:1

The truth should be self-evident but you are blinded by your conceited beliefs. You don't see logic and will (metal) guiding the rage, you don't see the wisdom and calmness (water) quenching it, you can't see the idealism and hope (wood) fueling it, nor the fact it exists in service to humanity and civilization (earth). All you see is the fire of my soul and nothing else.":1

my anger is not that of a leashed dog lashing out at the world but instead a tool to direct and be used with purpose.:1

"You and your sister are more alike than you think. The only difference was that your sister found me instead of those twisted "things" that call themselves gods.": 1

Total votes:20

So Lieren will respond with only so much as a soft chuckle as he focuses on dodging the wicked ship's assault

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>>5214120
Pretty much, she's still trying to crack the "Primarch code" as it were
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The answer is as clear as the stars in the heavens. That she is so blind though she possesses eyes beyond eyes and senses beyond senses, is amusing in a pitiful way. If Avalokiteśvara yet possessed even a fragment of the reason with which she was born, it would be obvious how you could resist the temptations of the rabid, frothing dog of war who dulls his many fangs upon the skulls of the innocent and wretched. There is nothing Kong nue or any of his ilk could offer you that you'd need, want or desire. All they create and foster, disgusts you. Their abhorrent whims and ancient designs enrage you. To ask why you do not collar yourself to the devils you despise, is like asking a farmer why he'd take a bottomless sack of rice rather before a flawless scepter of jade. So obvious, that being ignorant of the answer so simple, reveals the true blindness and ignorance of the questioner and the height of their contemptable privilege.

Its so pitiful, and so amusing that your most vile sister in law cannot imagine why you would deny the curses she embraces as gifts and divine blessings, that you cannot imagine a reply besides mockery. And so, your lips part only to softly chuckle in a most contemptuous manner, not in the manner of the old nobility of Yan, who would scornful mock and sneer as they cackled and tittered as they carried out their odious excesses, sickening sadisms and vile villainy but rather the resonant laughter of a scholar mocking the fools who cannot see the wisdom in his koans and poetry. The laughter, not of a warrior or triumphant conquerer, but the gentle giggling of a philosopher met with a student who has eyes yet cannot see.

And there is no greater insult for a warmonger, for a rabid dog of battle, for a murderous thug, for a devotee of slaughter and disciple of genocide than the mockery of a philosopher. No spark ignites a brute's wrath with more than the derision of a wiser man.

A deep, guttural, earthshaking cry of rage rises from the depths of Avalokiteśvara. A keening, clarion cry, like a thousand metal beaked vultures or starved hook ravens rose from the dark bowels of the earth. Soon it was joined by the screeching tones of metal grinding against metal, tumultuous airs whipping into a storm, and strange energies hissing, thrumming and buzzing as they surged through the tattered iron flesh of the behemoth tyrant through which you flew, powering on new, yet unseen implements of death from an age long since lost to the ever flowing winds of time. What forgotten horrors were woken and called against you! What strange, arcane technologies were remade into weapons in the mad titaness' many fury driven attempts to shoot you from the sky like a swallow flitting through her garden. Arrows of sunlight, nets of slicing killing codes manifested into reality, pools of tempered gravity, vortexes of molecular fragmenting rays of radiance, rising spears of living metal fracturing into a thousand razor edged roots.
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>>5214879

All of these deadly obstacles, and many more whose form and means of killing are beyond imagining or comprehension even for one as wise and well informed of the killing arts and technological wonders of old man kind such as your humble self, are dodged with great ease as with focused mind and resolve, you carry the sword your stand atop through the valley of ten thousand unpleasant demises and painful deaths with such skill and ease it would appear you have traveled this treacherous path a hundred times before. And all the while, through every particle of metal, through every monstrous machine, through every drop of virulent toxin and burning acid, through the scalding air surrounding you and the very dust clinging to the every shifting, grinding walls of torn gold and ripped silver, Avalokiteśvara's roar of untempered rage and uncontrolled, maddened wrath resonates and reverberates. Not through the air, but through the very energy of the universe, the breath of the earth, the red dust of the realm of men, and the whispering winds of the lands of the spirits.

So great is your maliciously malevolent sister in law's force of loathing and fury that it flows past the barrier between worlds and carries into the realm of her foul patron. Blood red oils and carmine hued fumes leak and weep from her torn flesh, like rivers of blood or rivulets of panicked sweat. Great hands, fleshed of steel hued intermingling of bronzed gold and reddened silver, rise up from the ravine beneath your feet, and try to grab hold and crush you. Snapping jaws form from the very walls you pass by, trying to snap ahold of you to grind you beneath your teeth. Pillars of fire, gouts of air hotter than most stars, volleys of missiles and barrages of flaying light surrounded you like the swelling winds of a chaotic storm without a guiding force. Robotic Drones shaped like centipedes with scythes for legs and horrors of half born flesh fused with metal still glowing from its time in the form stagger along paths constructed with such haste they seem to appear from nothing before your eyes.

Yet still unmolested, you fly above and past these uncountable dangers and multitude of deathly threats, still softly chuckling as the wordless, scream of rage surrounding you from all angles slowly takes on form and coherence of speech as Avalokiteśvara rage becomes so great she achieves a kind of clarity within the all consuming fury that has so possessed and infected her already addled mind. She does not say anything particularly enlightening or sagacious, or even anything that could be considered a complex or elegant display of eloquence or verbosity.

"DIE DIE DIE DIE! YOU DAMMED SMUG PHILOSOPHER! YOU WRETCHED SAGE! YOU CONTEMPTOUS PHILANTHROPIST!" She shrieks and howls as you begin to approach the very core of her being, her heart and the forest that contains her raging spirit within its many trees that bear the vastness of her soul and memories as their only fruits
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>>5214880

"JUST DIE YOU BASTARD! BASTARD! BASTARD! IGNORNAT BRAT! JUST DIE LIKE THE WORTHLESS WORMS YOU PROTECT" She tantrums as you begin to feel a throbbing, drilling pain in your brow as you near the eye of her storm of hatred and contempt that so defines her "WHY WON'T YOU DIE!? WHO'S AIDING YOU WHELP! HOW CAN YOU BE SO CALM NOW OF ALL TIMES!? STAY BACK STAYBACK!"

Blood drips from the brand above your eyes, as the thick walls covered in runes and familiar machinery come into view, blood red light flowing over the great metallic barrier like flickering tongues of flames or storm clouds rolling past the tops of mountains. Scintillating flashes of light and sparkling specters of phantom cinders and falling drops of blood cascade around the dome protecting the shrouded field of black smoke and blood red mist that stretches before your eyes.

With a shudder, the plates of warded and rune carved steel interlock and move through the air, creating a great wall that blocks you only means of accessing Avalokiteśvara's core.

How do you breech this barrier, Lieren?

>Channel the cloak of the ever burning will, and then perform the Spirit Subjugating blade technique, channeling the fires into the sword of love, which you will then kick through the leagues thick wall of iron with all your might as you begin cloud wakjubg through the air

>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.

>Toss the high yield explosives you always keep on hand and carve your path like a tunnel through a mountain.

>Speak the secret phrase entrusted to you by Kanzeon and Mari, to depower the protective wards and shielding surrounding their fallen sisters heart.

>write in
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>>5214884
>Speak the secret phrase entrusted to you to depower the wards

Metal we can shove aside with will, I think.
The Wuxing option is tempting but I don't know what that would mean.
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>>5214884

>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.
I think keeping the trump card of the pass phrases should be saved for the most important moment since she could probably change these codes once she realizes we know
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>>5214884
>>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.
We don't use Wuxing enough .
At least I don't, because I don't understand how it works.
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>>5214902
trust in feng shue anon, it''l all be good if you do
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>>5214884
>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.
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>>5214908
Here's hoping 🙏
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>>5214884
>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.
Let's not waste the code until we get to her heart or brain.
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>>5214884
>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.
>>5214902
Magical thinking requires you to use it to understand it.
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>>5214884
>Speak the secret phrase entrusted to you by Kanzeon and Mari, to depower the protective wards and shielding surrounding their fallen sisters heart.
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>>5214884
>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.
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>>5214884
>>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.
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>>5214884
>>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.
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>>5214884
>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.
We slept on Wuxing before, time for it to shine.

>Laughs
>REEEEE's with the force of a thousand suns
>chuckles
Lieren might be kind of autistic
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>>5215138
It is the power of absolute control over himself.
He finds her stupid, calculates how best to move forward, uses his emotions to carry out the plan he made, then carry on moving.
The only action that didn't accomplish his moving forwards is the "scholar chuckle".

The difference between that and autism is that autists which do that overwhelmingly are not super-human Buddha demigods in terms of self control.
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>>5214884
>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.

>>5215138
His emotions have always rapidly bounced all over the place but usually in an oddly controlled fashion. Only lets himself feel what he allows himself to fully most times.

In short yes he is. Just like every primarch in some capacity.
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>>5215138
Yeah, but he is the kind of autist people like.
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>>5213795
>>With a soft chuckle.
>>Dont. Speed up.
If you can't realize it at this point, its already far too late.
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>>5214884
>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.
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>>5214884
>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.
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>>5214884
>>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.
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>>5214884
>>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.
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>>5215138
Kek
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>>5215138
https://youtu.be/lXkaPhLkDW4
Lieren's emotional mindset
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>>5214884
>>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.
Just caught up, really good stuff Malal! My only real comment is just a nitpick that's stuck with me for a while. Back when Lieren first met Magnus, someone posted after the meeting that Magnus should have both eyes, since he only lost one after plucking it out in a deal with Tzeentch. That's only sorta-right, how (or if) Magnus lost his eye is a debate in canon. Since his form is ever-changing and he's such a powerful biomancer, nobody knows what he really looks like (if he has a true form at all), much less how or if he's a cyclops. From Betrayer:
>But Lorgar didn’t obey. He stared openly at the constant metamorphosis of Magnus’s visage: a warlord with a missing left eye, the wound sewn closed; a cyclops with one great orb in place of human eyes; a sorcerer with smooth flesh where a right eye had never existed.
>When the Word Bearer finally spoke, his tone was completely devoid of the halting doubt that had marked his life for so many years before Isstvan V.
>‘It has always unnerved me how you look the most like Father.’
>Magnus raised a scarred eyebrow. ‘I? You were made to mirror him, Lorgar. Not I.’
>‘I did not mean physically.’ Lorgar brushed a scriptured hand across his equally tattooed face. ‘I’m speaking of your… facelessness. You are as powerful as him, and your face dances in the same way.’
>It was Magnus’s turn to chuckle. ‘I am not as strong as our father. Would that I was.’
>Lorgar waved it aside. ‘Have any of us even seen your real face? Did you ever have two eyes?’
>Magnus tilted his crowned head. ‘Didn’t you hear the story of how I tore the right eye from its socket in sacrifice for knowledge?’ Magnus smiled. ‘I like that one. It might be my favourite.’
Sorry to be splitting hairs, just wanted to get some lore 'tism out. Keep up the good work!
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While the butcher king fights, he doesn't realize that his nemesis is exploring the innermost burning depths of his wife, penetrating to her deepest core...
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>>5217603
And here I was thinking that NTR was a Japanese thing.
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>>5217722
Cao Cao was a big fan of it.
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>>5216227
HAve we been speaking with Chaos Magnus all alongg???/
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>>5217842
Nah he has been in the same room as emps, either he or we ourselves would have noticed with the whole eyes of truth deal, this would have really been too much of a just as planned.
Plus Amon is alive and giving Magnus a very smug "I told you so" after he was finally convinced that daemons are bad juju
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Calling the vote now. Sorry for the wait.

Speak the secret phrase entrusted to you by Kanzeon and Mari, to depower the protective wards and shielding surrounding their fallen sisters heart.:2

Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.: 15

Total votes:17

So remembering the lessons of Wuxing, Lieren will call upon the tender heart of moonlight gifted to him and ride on a stream of the ordered waters of Yin and Time. Thus counteracting the Fire that Avalokiteśvara embodies in spirit and personality.

Writing now
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However while this great wall of hatred and wrath may be made of metal, with in it flows the essence of Avalokiteśvara's corrupted, blood maddened spirit. While all of the vast metal hulk surrounding you is a part of your the villain with an ambition to be remade in the image of her dark lord and master, these rune covered walls are directly connect to the vessel of her very soul. And what you have observed and hear of Avalokiteśvara's rough and rage driven murderous personality, her spirit aligns more to the aspects of Fire in the five elements than metal or any other part of the cycle. Hate drives her existence, resolve kept her gospel of genocide burning as she was consigned forever more to the darkness, her retribution was not only a demonstration of sheer brutality and atrocity of her revenge against the Vishnu but of the intensity of her character of her character as well. And, her passion, not only for upholding the commands and mandates of the high minister of murderer, but that which she shares with the slave turned mass murderer Nitya Sinha in their most unholy and vile of marriages makes certain in your mind that she is aligned to fire rather than metal.

Even considering the make up of her flesh and bones, she does not reveal any qualities of the last stage of the Wuxing cycles. No intuition, no rationality, no grief or bravery. The hate and resolve and passion that dominates both her personality and her very existence down to the most minute of levels, speak of the flames of war.

Pure Yang. So you must counteract and overcome it with Pure Yin. And thankfully, Lady Arianka the caged maiden of ice and order, has gifted you a source of Yin as powerful as the raging gold fires of your soul. So, clapping your hands together, you channel the tender, soothing moonlight that has taken residence within your heart. All beings have Yin and Yang within them, but, few have a source of either as potent as the golden sea or the silver rays of the moon that you now possess. Beyond natural, and into the supernatural. Frost gathers on your finger tips and crawls down to reach your wrists as jutting fangs of ice spiral outwards over your chest, trapping fragments of golden Yang energy to further empower themselves as you bask beneath the unseen moon of the Empyrean and release the cool waters from your palms directing the flow of the chill winds down beneath your feet.

Avalokiteśvara wails and her metal flesh visibly recoils as she is touched by the waters of order, formed from the tears of the two maiden spirits who have wept and shed such beautiful and sorrowful tears. Isha and Arianka. Their memory is from what you draw the serenity necessary to beckon and control the ever flowing river of time, formed from the moonlight of your own heart and empowered by the grief that radiates from within it.
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>>5218338

Upon a wave of tears and lost time, you slip past and maneuver through the large plates of burning metal. The blood red script upon them cooling to an icy silver as their scalding, steaming heat is consumed by the pleasant chill of passing waters of ages long since past. The walls that have shielded Avalokiteśvara's heart and soul for untold eons, finally give in and kneel before the unrelenting flow of time. The waters upon which you race, fill with giggling laughing faces, as spritely fairies and faces faded by the passage of memory and time float on the surface like foam, singing and giggling merrily. The injuries you bore in your march to the dark sister's heart, begin to sooth as the pain flows from them and joins the waters upon which you ride, heels dug in and feet lifted as the white rapids leaps and curl around your legs.

Avalokiteśva, who insults and screams of protest had degenerated and devolved into screeching manifestation of scrap code and digital binary script, snarls and spits, as you flow between and over her last true line of defense like the serene waters upon which you ride. Happy memories, sad memories, pleasant memories, painful memories, all are churned together in the river upon which you stand, Sorrow and grief giving way to contentment and the triumph of a heart mended.

All things must one day end, including grief and rage. The protective wards and arcane defenses powered by your enemy's rage, are no different than the pain you will surely feel when you learn of the costs of this most fateful of battles. But, for now, you will relish in peace brought upon by old memories and cool waters.

As your feet meet the grounds of Avalokiteśvara's inner most chamber, the core of thought and memory that contains her soul forged to one by the many, she at last finds her tongue to speak to you again, as the jutting field of blades and rivers of illusionary blood and bobbing skulls stretch out, dotted by the trees burying the titanic, red swirled memory cores that contain fragments of her vast being.

"Oh, so you ride upon the tears of other maidens, what will my sister think?" She says after sputtering with static and hisses of strange, forgotten languages that exist only as code "Is that how you've found such power? Selling yourself to spirit whores"

You whip up your hand, and summon the sword of love from the river at your heels. Its blade seems to shift, flowing like waters lapping at a shore.

"If that is what you considered kindness to the trapped and abused, then your husband is the greatest cuckhold of all time, giving his wife over to the hound of murder to do with as he pleases" You mock, as you roll the wrist of your sword hand, mimicking Kanzeon's own gentle movements with it "My existence is defined by love, and know that Kanzeon and I are bound by the purest form of it. But, you...you are driven by thirst and lust, desires of the kind that have never found root in my heart"
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>>5218342

"BLOODLUST!" Avalokiteśvara roars back in rebuttal "...you're trying to distract me, with mockery and empty insults"

"Ahh, but Huli Jing was also a being of lust, is that how you and her fell? Seduced by the spirits so wicked and cruel" You coo, as you take a cautious step forward, as sleets of red lightning and rains of sparks and cinders both real and illusionary fall around you "And am I distracting you? You are fighting a two front battle"

As if on cue from some unseen playwright, amongst the blood red clouds, jolts of emerald and sky blue lightning ricochet through the now broken open dome of Avalokiteśvara's core

"RRrrgh, you think you're clever! I've endured worse than my sisters clumsy attacks and your lackadaisical assault! I'll endure! I'll survive! As I always have!" She cries out in protest, losing more and more ground against the unseen assault of Kanzeon and Mari, who have been bombarding her with streams of malignant code since you stepped within her "Our victory is assured! My groom still fights on, growing stronger with each skull claimed"

"But, the moment you're overcome, usurped" You venture, as you step forward, holding up a hand to block the bolts and lances of blood red lightning falling upon you, as brambles and swinging gales of sharpened blades rise up around and batter against your armor "All the strength you have given him will fade away, tell me? Can you endure a two pronged assault on your soul and its vessel? OH BITCH OF WAR"


There is a silence that last a second but seems to stretch and eternity. The whole field of blades and projections of skulls and bloody rivers shudders, and rises up as the blades that line its grounds rush together, pressing in tightly together as they combine and compact into the body of a gargantuan woman, in the vague image of Avalokiteśvara's avatar, with blazing eyes of warp fire and thick tusks and fangs added on for intimidation. The trees bearing the memory cores that contain her essence and soul, dot the body like piercings, projections of blood red water and bleach white bones forming tattoos and scars upon the towering warrioress as Avalokiteśvara creates a vessel of blades for her to control. One she doesn't even bother covering in the projection of her avatar as it rises up, standing as the last obstacle to the true heart of the maddened soul trapped within this long buried star ship

"I'll tear you apart!" It roars, with a voice like an industrial grindstone

"Always so dramatic..." Kanzeon voices whispers in your helmet
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>>5218344

What do you do, Lieren?

>Do not fight, simply dodge and continue insulting Avalokiteśvara, to keep her attentions off of her sisters as they pry through her defenses

>Use the spirit's touch to create unseen arms large enough to punch Avalokiteśvara's sword forged avatar with

>Actually try to fight the giantess with your sword and cunning alone.

>Since you cannot reach the obvious weakpoints on this lumbering avatar from where you stand, just toss explosives and the sword in your hand into the air, and use spirit's touch to control them in the air while avoiding being crushed by the iron giant's feet and fists

>Write in

>>5216227
Glad you're enjoying it. And yeah, Lieren has only met Magnus' astral form. Unlike Big E, who he has directly gazed upon with his bullshit eyes
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>>5218347
>>Do not fight, simply dodge and continue insulting Avalokiteśvara, to keep her attentions off of her sisters as they pry through her defenses
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>>5218347
>Since you cannot reach the obvious weakpoints on this lumbering avatar from where you stand, just toss explosives and the sword in your hand into the air, and use spirit's touch to control them in the air while avoiding being crushed by the iron giant's feet and fists
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>>5218347
>Do not fight, simply dodge and continue insulting Avalokiteśvara, to keep her attentions off of her sisters as they pry through her defenses
Trust in Kanzeon and Mari, they know more about how the core works than we do.
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>>5218347
>>Actually try to fight the giantess with your sword and cunning alone.

>And yeah, Lieren has only met Magnus' astral form.
Would that form be an avatar Magnus projects for Lieren to see or his true spiritual self? Because I'd imagine the latter would be even more transient and ever-changing.
>Unlike Big E, who he has directly gazed upon with his bullshit eyes
I think a scene where the Primarchs are all debating what their dad looks like, then remembering Lieren's eyes and hounding after him to tell them what he sees would be funny.
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>>5218347

>Do not fight, simply dodge and continue insulting Avalokiteśvara, to keep her attentions off of her sisters as they pry through her defenses
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>>5218347
>Do not fight, simply dodge.
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>>5218347
>Do not fight, simply dodge and continue insulting Avalokiteśvara, to keep her attentions off of her sisters as they pry through her defenses
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>>5218347
>>Do not fight, simply dodge and continue insulting Avalokiteśvara, to keep her attentions off of her sisters as they pry through her defenses
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>>5218347
>>Do not fight, simply dodge and continue insulting Avalokiteśvara, to keep her attentions off of her sisters as they pry through her defenses
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>>5218347
>>5218347
>Do not fight, simply dodge and continue insulting Avalokiteśvara, to keep her attentions off of her sisters as they pry through her defenses
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>>5218347
>Do not fight, simply dodge and continue insulting Avalokiteśvara, to keep her attentions off of her sisters as they pry through her defenses

"Being denied freedom is what you claim drove your rage yet, rather than escape, you trade a mortal slavemaster for Kong Nue and manage to instead enslave yourself for eternity! What irony. Still a toy, still a simple amusement for greater powers, for what is this war but one more disgusting excess you obediently carry out for whoever holds your leash."
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>>5218347
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>Do not fight, simply dodge and continue insulting Avalokiteśvara, to keep her attentions off of her sisters as they pry through her defenses
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>>5218718
Support
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Calling the vote now. So sorry for the wait and my slow pace as of late.

Do not fight, simply dodge and continue insulting Avalokiteśvara, to keep her attentions off of her sisters as they pry through her defenses:11

Since you cannot reach the obvious weakpoints on this lumbering avatar from where you stand, just toss explosives and the sword in your hand into the air, and use spirit's touch to control them in the air while avoiding being crushed by the iron giant's feet and fists:1

Actually try to fight the giantess with your sword and cunning alone.:1

"Being denied freedom is what you claim drove your rage yet, rather than escape, you trade a mortal slavemaster for Kong Nue and manage to instead enslave yourself for eternity! What irony. Still a toy, still a simple amusement for greater powers, for what is this war but one more disgusting excess you obediently carry out for whoever holds your leash.": 2

total votes: 13

So, Lieren will not fight, but instead bide for time, drawing Avalokiteśvara's wrath away from her sisters and towards himself by insulting her and dodging all of her iron behemoths earth shaking strikes.

Writing now

Sorry for making you all wait

>>5218718
Nice write in
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And that snide dismissive comment, spoken by a sister weary from her own blood's betrayal acts as the spark for the blaze of creativity in your mind, scheming and plotting to find the most efficient end to this battle and the travesty that shall be to cut short and finished the moment it draws to a close. Dramatics. Though Avalokiteśvara is defined by hatred and rage, she is, of the four sisters you've met, besides the whore of a tyrant that became Huli Jing, the only one of them who shares the cultural fascination and drive to live life both elegantly and dramatically of the various cultures of fair and noble Shangrala. The courtly graces of the Long-Jianese and the poetry of their ancient tongue tied into a wide web of idioms, phrases and beautiful elegances, the somber desert songs of the Shuni that speak of their faith and loyalty to their kin and kith, The colorful paintings and towering tales of the bask and their cold resolve to not allow the bleakness of their home to turn their lives drab and cold as the fields of ice and snow, and of course, the darkly rousing death ballads and ritualized duels and dances of the Vishnu who immortalize themselves within the clashing song of steel against steel

Avalokiteśvara, unwittingly, has given into the same whimsical fancy and romanticism that often baffles and amuses her abhorred sister, your beloved Kanzeon! Like Huli Jing, who constructed around herself a den of excesses that would have surely tempted even the Maiden of Wanton pleasures to exult and relish in the atrocity and filth she had carefully cultivated in the minds of the despicable, and inhuman Yan. As Huli Jing lived to attract the attentions and praise of Se Nie, so to has Avalokiteśvara made a stage upon which she can stand, shouting Kong Nue's black name louder than any other of his mortal servants. But while the monstrous decoration and atmosphere she surrounds herself with, is of broken bones, shed blood and massacred cities, it is little different than the Messenger's of flame's den of the most twisted and revolting of earthly delights and dark temptations. She does not even realize it, but she has become merely a role in the grand play the five or six lords of discord had wrote and planned for Shangrala to dance to like stringed puppets

And so to, has the "Iron goddess of war" made herself a puppet to the grim and wicked whims of her patron. She has been infected by a sliver of the high minister of murder's endless, bubbling rage. And so, like all his hounds and slavering pets, has lost all reason and sense. She is, in a way, what you fear to become. A being controlled by their basest desires. Like Huli Jing was, like Kamal Kanan. But, while they were the fears of your well meaning manipulations and or benevolent search for power and advantage of your enemies growing beyond their purpose, Avalokiteśvara is an incarnation of the fear you most dread. That your mighty rage will one day grow beyond yourself, and so consume you
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>>5220661

And so, the battle against the giant and ogre, has trained you well for dealing with this opponent. Rage is like fire. It can roar and grow uncontrolled, but with precautions it can be controlled and diverted as easily as water. Flashes of red, green and blue fires flare before your vision as the three sisters truly begin their battle of souls, mind and code as the avatar of blades and fury raises up one of its titanic feet to attempt to squash you beneath it like a rodent. But in your eyes, the gleam that had signaled the execution of hundreds of repugnant and depraved nobles shines as brightly as the stars in a fogless sky. You have figured out the tactic upon which you can hoist the noose of justice around Avalokiteśvara's neck. It is simple, and you have used it in this confrontation before. In fact, most of your battles have included this tactic of expertly raising the ire and rage of your opponent to cloud their minds.

The trickster's art, the gambit of mischief and mockery. One of your most well trained skills, that of turning insults and mockery into a weapon. As so many before her, you shall lead Avalokiteśvara's beast of rage to charge into the cage you have already prepared for it. Once more, you shall act as bait to distract your opponent from the blade sliding between their ribs.

Parting your lips, you chuckle and glance into the eyes of the great avatar of blade's burning eyes of crimson and begin your assault of cruel words, scathing remarks and burning rebuttals with a masterful stroke of wordplay as you avoid her stomp by stepping to the side with an agile pivot and twist.

"Now now, you may be a bitch, but there's no reason to act and fight like a dog!' You shout, stabbing your sword down into the floor as you watch Avalokiteśvara's already rage clouded mind process what you just said. And then you feel as though all the red lights glowing within the chamber of her black heart turn to burn in your direction. A hissing, grinding cry echoes from beneath, above and around you as the giant avatar bares its fangs and flexes it claws, increasing the ferocity of its assault beyond any you have had before bore and endured.

So you begin the dance, with the sneering, predatory grin you wear exposed as your shifting armor lifts to lower half of your helmet and turns itself into the shapes of the upper jaws of a Fog Panther.

"Glutted upon the blood and seed of the oppressed! How can you keep pace with one as lithe and graceful as I!
"Oh I see! The crash must've addled your brain and drained your wits. A shame! Truly I humiliate myself as a warrior, lowering myself to fight against a lack wit afflicted with the cruelest of the heaven's japes"
"I cannot say we'd ever matched wits, but now I realize the difference between our intellects is as vast as that between heaven and earth!"
"Imagine being proud of your victory against the vishnu kings, that is like a panther bragging about devouring the Jackal!"
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"Even the greatest Harlot of the Yan court at least cared for some of her children, how many disposable soldiers have you birthed and sent to the four winds with nary a loincloth and pair of sandals?"
"To think in another life, we would've been family. I cannot imagine raising the utter morons you and Sinha would've borne! And I adore children"
"You know, I think my brother Perturabo would kill for the chance to look upon you. He enjoys mocking those of lacking wit and talent"
"Tch, even the worm of Gao was more fearsome than you, lady of black iron! Is the great Kong Nue truly your master, or do you serve that cowardly shade Hei'an Fu? It'd certainly explain why you are so lacking as a warrior despite declaring yourself for all to hear as the iron goddess of war!"
"Oh I meant no offense, but my words were earnest! You've only gotten to where you are by the achievements of your husband!"
"There is nothing as pitiful as an old woman raising her own groom, but even if you had not committed such a shameful rearing yourself, your mere existence is nearly as embarrassing as the act itself!"
"There was an folk belief that fell out of fashion generations ago, that one twin would steal all the potential of the other before they both left their mother's womb. Kanzeon has wit and ferocity counterbalanced by motherly kindness , Mari has an Iron will and endurance despite her meek exterior, Al-Uzza I've heard was wise and well mannered, Anahita I've been told has an inner fire that eclipses even Kanzeon's own, and the late Philotes and Albina had such resolve as to give their last words to carry a message of hope and affection to even you who had betrayed them. Why, even Kuan Im had charisma of a low sort but you..."

You pause, as sparks fly as you use the edge of your blade as an anchor to push yourself away from the sweeping palm of the now snarling and spitting Avalokiteśvara as she, incarnated in her avatar, crawls on her hands and knees in a desperate attempt silent your scathing mockery, having turned the chamber containing her soul into a field of rotating saws and furnaces holding all the power and gravity of the hearts of young stars/

"You were the unlucky child to receive nothing for your creators, how sad it must be, for the many souls from which you were born, to amount to nothing, when their counterparts became honored and vital components of your far more talented and dignified sisters" You say quietly, barely raising your voice above a whisper "Truly, it was a senseless waste of lives, to create one as...empty and hollow as yourself. I pity you Avalokiteśvara. Deluding yourself into believing your contempt for those you were made to ferry and protect across the sea of stars, to be a suitable replacement for the many virtues of your sisters. Or, had you abandoned what traits made you great, to wallow in your own despair and the Charnel curses of the master who collared you and deceived you into believing you had freed yourself"
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>>5220666

A twitch carries down the whole of her gigantic avatar, as flashes of blue light briefly overtake the whole of her heart chamber. You meet the gaze of the giant made of blades and misery and frown pityingly.

"This execution is a mercy, isn't it?" You declare sorrowfully, reigniting Avalokiteśvara's waning rage, that had been tattered by your relentlessly spiteful assault of words and insults, as she once more blinds herself with her rage to avoid facing the truth of your words.

"DRRRRRR JUST DIE DAMMIT! SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND DIE! DIE DIE DIE YOU BASTARD!!" She snarls, barely able to even form coherent words any more, between the injuries she has sustained emotionally and mentally. But her hulk of an avatar is held back, twitching and spasming as it tears at itself with one hand, and reaches towards you with the other. Crimson meets azure, as Mari, uncharacteristically, viciously assaults her sister in the moment of her weakness, a play you expected from Kanzeon with all her fury and bitterness. To see the demure Mari strike so brutally and without hesitation causes you pause as you watch Avalokiteśvara struggle to maintain control of her sole remaining means of defending herself. And you can feel Kanzeon's own grave shock at this turn of events, her smoldering anger replaced with an icy clarity as her presence watches in both concern and awe at Mari's sudden show of cold blooded pragmatism.

And, in that moment, for reasons unknown to you but perhaps not Kanzeon, Perturabo's iron set glare of contempt fills your mind's eye. You blink, overwhelmed trying to judge which of the sisters will emerge victorious in this sudden struggle.

When a chocking stench of burning copper overwhelms your senses as all once more becomes shaded in a deep, scarlet light. But not from any component of Avalokiteśvara's wounded and beraggled body.

But from the tear in reality just behind you.

A great, inhuman roar emerges from the Warp as Avalokiteśvara cries out, pitifully, desperately, choking on her tears "MY KING! MY KING! YOU'VE COME TO MY RESCUE A SECOND TIME! SAVE ME! SAVE ME!"

You wheel around, and turn to find a taller, more heavily and disgustingly mutated Nitya Sinha standing behind you. And to your shock, you see the Ogreish man has lost an arm, and has been impaled by over a dozen weapons. Swords, bayonets, spears and even a pair of Katars, have been buried in his torso and back. In his neck, four combat knives of the styles wielded by your son's have been struck.

And, looking upon him, you see no humanity remains. Beneath the metal and torn flesh, only the blood stained breath of Kong Nue remains. No, that's not right. A singular spark of a human soul flickers within him.

"Why...am I denied...our ascension?" He gurgles, blinking as you recognize the six fanged spear stabbed through the base of his neck "What...else..can be done to please...please..yoooou"
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>>5220668

One skull, will earn you my favor, simpering whelp. Claim it, and you and your bride shall be eternal

The wave of hatred that washes over you from the window between worlds freezes you as you catch the distant glare of Kong Nue in the blood red skies of the world beyond. And it is overwhelmed by Nitya Sinah's own, as his twisted, feline visage turns to a monstrous, mirthful grin

"Aaah, my prize" He slobbers as you realize just exactly what has happened and fall deeper into shock.

Kong Nue has cheated, and played most underhandedly to prevent his loss upon the game board that is Shangrala

You should realize by now, child, that is the only way we play
I am revolted! Offended! Speak the word, and I shall lend my aid!
You know this, odious wretch is deaf to our kindness, brother. Or have you grown even more foolish. But perhaps...his bride...
YES! FUCKING KILL HIM ALREADY! TEAR HIS HEAD OFF
"...And you all call me a vulture"


With one claw raised, Nitya Sinha charges, carried by the amused laughter of his wicked owner, as you can see hordes of spirits rally behind him, frozen in place by the weight of the combined presence of all the patriarchs of primordial discord turning their attention towards the small portion of reality upon which you stand.

"I am shocked even you all would stoop so low" You laugh, moving to face the butcher king directly, knowing he'll land a blow upon your back in spite of your great rapidity

But his claws do no land.

Instead, one of the figures behind him stands before you, matching his Jian against the claws of the half mauled butcher king.

The figure...is familiar, from the armor he wears, to his posture and stance, to even the way he wields his sword. But, even your eyes do not fully recognize the headless specter until he speaks.

"DECIEVERS! LIARS! COWARDS!" The phantom of Cui Fu spits "You would dare to dishonor such the man who took my head! By applauding as he was struck from behind! Wretches! Spoilt children! I spit upon all your works! The giant may be a trickster and schemer, but he fought with honor despite his ambitions! I will not stand idle by while my killer's proud back is marred by its first scar! HAVE AT THEE! VISHNU CUR"

"CUI FU!?" You shout, as you suddenly find yourself able to move under your own free will again, as all the grinning, malicious spirits in the Empyrean reel back from the blistering decrying spoken by the phantom of the last of the Cui line, the War dog Fu whose head you took before you penned even the first word of the journey! You had nearly forgotten his voice!

"What?" Nitya Sinha asks, looking to you as Cui Fu struggles against him, clearly outmatched even as a ghost

"I will slay you, Ogre for the good of Yan and Shangrala once I have finished with this dog!" Cui Fu declares
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>>5220670

"But I shall slay you in accordance to the laws of decorum and honor you have so stained in your pursuit to weaken us with prosperity and comfort"

tear that interloper's soul apart, Butcher

Nitya Sinha grins.

What do you do Lieren?

>Tell the ghost of Cui Fu, that only monsters and demons have struck you as easily as he has, and toss him aside before slamming your shoulder into the Butcher King, striking him with a flurry of punches and knee strikes as you brawl in front of an audience of wicked spirits and his wailing bride

>Tackle Nitya Sinha into the warp and pummel him there, shielding yourself with the power of the sword of love as you keep him from harming the Spirit of the man you despised in life and from saving his own wretched bride.

>"For all your boasting and bragging, when we first met, Nitya Sinha, you were nearly killed by mortal men and were only saved by another's intervention on your behalf", and then, when the butcher king tries to strike you, sever his remaining arm with contemptuous ease

>Distract the Butcher king by asking who took his arm, and then catch him in the Spirit's touch and exert a crushing force upon him

>Write in
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>>5220672
>>Tell the ghost of Cui Fu, that only monsters and demons have struck you as easily as he has, and toss him aside before slamming your shoulder into the Butcher King, striking him with a flurry of punches and knee strikes as you brawl in front of an audience of wicked spirits and his wailing bride
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>>5220672
>>Tell the ghost of Cui Fu, that only monsters and demons have struck you as easily as he has, and toss him aside before slamming your shoulder into the Butcher King, striking him with a flurry of punches and knee strikes as you brawl in front of an audience of wicked spirits and his wailing bride
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>>5220672
>Tell the ghost of Cui Fu, that only monsters and demons have struck you as easily as he has, and toss him aside before slamming your shoulder into the Butcher King, striking him with a flurry of punches and knee strikes as you brawl in front of an audience of wicked spirits and his wailing bride

I know that when we get out of here I am going to be an emotional mess and I'm hyped
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>>5220709
He deserves one final fight.

Properly and with witnesses.
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>>5220672
>>"For all your boasting and bragging, when we first met, Nitya Sinha, you were nearly killed by mortal men and were only saved by another's intervention on your behalf", and then, when the butcher king tries to strike you, sever his remaining arm with contemptuous ease
So much for Khorne having aspects of honor. Funny that the other 5 are ragging on him for that.
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>>5220672

>Tell the ghost of Cui Fu, that only monsters and demons have struck you as easily as he has, and toss him aside before slamming your shoulder into the Butcher King, striking him with a flurry of punches and knee strikes as you brawl in front of an audience of wicked spirits and his wailing bride

He deserves to know, this man is everything Kong Nue preaches until cornered; show him we will match the honor of his challenge by tearing this coward apart.
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>>5220672
>>Tell the ghost of Cui Fu, that only monsters and demons have struck you as easily as he has, and toss him aside before slamming your shoulder into the Butcher King, striking him with a flurry of punches and knee strikes as you brawl in front of an audience of wicked spirits and his wailing bride
>Shit Talk Nitya Sinha as well
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>>5220672
>Tell the ghost of Cui Fu, that only monsters and demons have struck you as easily as he has, and toss him aside before slamming your shoulder into the Butcher King, striking him with a flurry of punches and knee strikes as you brawl in front of an audience of wicked spirits and his wailing bride
This is the home stretch lads.

>But perhaps...his bride...
You already stole one space milf you fat bastard. Don't even think about it.
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>>5220672
>"For all your boasting and bragging, when we first met, Nitya Sinha, you were nearly killed by mortal men and were only saved by another's intervention on your behalf", and then, when the butcher king tries to strike you, sever his remaining arm with contemptuous ease
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>>5220672
>Tell the ghost of Cui fu

I'll be glad to have a rematch. For though we have nought but hate in our hearts for his tyrannical ways, he is the only tyrant with any honour to speak of.

>Perhaps his bride
She lasted centuries with you whispering in her ear. She isnt weak enough to fall now simply because you threatened us
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>>5220672
>Tell the ghost of Cui Fu, that only monsters and demons have struck you as easily as he has, and toss him aside before slamming your shoulder into the Butcher King, striking him with a flurry of punches and knee strikes as you brawl in front of an audience of wicked spirits and his wailing bride

My god why is Cui Fu so fucking HYPE. My man is out here pulling some rules of nature shit parrying Nitya with a goddamn stick. So genuinely set is he in his ideals that he spits on Khorne for being dishonorable despite seeming that he should have fallen to him.

What a fucking lad

Cui Fu will get one last fight out of us for sure, to honor him is nothing else.
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>>5220672
>Distract the Butcher king by asking who took his arm, and then catch him in the Spirit's touch and exert a crushing force upon him
Khorne threw away martial combat to try and kill us with a beam of fire during the whole Malal thing, and now he throws away any concept of honor.
I say we are winning by having they weakens themselves.
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>>5220672
>Tell the ghost of Cui Fu, that only monsters and demons have struck you as easily as he has, and toss him aside before slamming your shoulder into the Butcher King, striking him with a flurry of punches and knee strikes as you brawl in front of an audience of wicked spirits and his wailing bride

"All the little theatre of the idiotic infernal rulers is here, what a dishonour !"
"Cui Fu, might I ask you to leave the side of Kong Nue ? As you can see much like the rest of his brothers, he is a despicable being. Do it to become a patron and protector of Shangrila and his peoples."
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>>5220989

>Cui Fu
>Protector of the weak

Great as that might be, its very much against all he believes in. He's as cool as it gets right now, pushing it is gonna get us double teamed
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>>5220720

They do have positive aspects. But as they are unthethered and contrary to themselves at times. They don't have to follow.

Unless of course you bind them to follow their own supposed domains. Or you know. Turn them into weapons.

Cui-Fu for example would love to be used for Honor and battle. Especially against the dishonorable and those other things he considers "Weak"

Also since chaos is constantly cheating by going against it's nature, does this mean that the influence of Malal/Malice is destroying it by causing it to fight against itself more than usual?

Cause that would be great..... Even if it does power up Malal.
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>>5220672
>"For all your boasting and bragging, when we first met, Nitya Sinha, you were nearly killed by mortal men and were only saved by another's intervention on your behalf", and then, when the butcher king tries to strike you, sever his remaining arm with contemptuous ease
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>>5220672
>Tell the ghost of Cui Fu, that only monsters and demons have struck you as easily as he has, and toss him aside before slamming your shoulder into the Butcher King, striking him with a flurry of punches and knee strikes as you brawl in front of an audience of wicked spirits and his wailing bride
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>>5220672
>Tell the ghost of Cui Fu, that only monsters and demons have struck you as easily as he has, and toss him aside before slamming your shoulder into the Butcher King, striking him with a flurry of punches and knee strikes as you brawl in front of an audience of wicked spirits and his wailing bride
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>>5220672
>"For all your boasting and bragging, when we first met, Nitya Sinha, you were nearly killed by mortal men and were only saved by another's intervention on your behalf", and then, when the butcher king tries to strike you, sever his remaining arm with contemptuous ease

"And STILL you march to your masters commands! 'Earn my favor! Take this skull! Tear apart that soul!' Will Kong Nue call out your next strikes? Your Parries? Is this supposed to be a duel against a peer? Be reasonable Nitya Sinha! If Kong Nue's grasp of combat is as fractious as his grasp of honor do you really think you should be following his advice on warfare?"

>>5220666
>"There is nothing as pitiful as an old woman raising her own groom
Holy shit lmao. Too bad Nitya Sinha missed this one it would have killed them both.
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>>5221437
I dearly support this terrible, all consuming burn.

It literally took a ghost of a slanneshi's lapdog to talk about honour.
Let's keep up the burns.
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>>5220972
Adding
>So much for wanting freedom and revenge Nytia, to so readily bound yourself to that worm like a starved dog to the first one that give it table scraps! Not only has Kong Nue not show even once his suposed honor and martial prowess, but even his followers have lied even more than the servants of (how we call Tzeentch)
>I may have contempt for the man Cui Fu was, but I will admit that he lived by what he believed. He held his notion of honour and strength to the bitter end, and was the only man to be able to strike me. His spirit is more fitting to be a lord of war than a lying cripple, a willing slave or a tantrum throwing bitch!
>>5221437
>>5220746
Suport shit talk
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You know I like the implication they flatout killed Nitya and Khorne had to resurrect his dumbass.
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>>5220918
Dude. As the NOT!Champion of Malal. We should totally use our powers to christen him an Anti-khorne chaos champion. Enforcing his positive attributes of honor and leaving non combatants alone.

And send him to Arianka because he won't work with us.

2022 new strategy. Use chaos self loathing against itself.
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>tfw Cui Fu's standards were so impossibly high that even the god of war is shit in his eyes
God I love these characters
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>>5222611
this.....is a fucking good idea.
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>>5222634
I'm not sure if this would empower or depower Malal. He seems like he thrives off chaos on chaos violence.

Opposite of chaos undivided. He is basically chaos imploding. The arrows pointing in ward instead of out.
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>>5222611
That is genuinely great. We can try it after
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Calling the vote now. Sorry for the long wait. Really liked the writes in btw

Tell the ghost of Cui Fu, that only monsters and demons have struck you as easily as he has, and toss him aside before slamming your shoulder into the Butcher King, striking him with a flurry of punches and knee strikes as you brawl in front of an audience of wicked spirits and his wailing bride:11

"For all your boasting and bragging, when we first met, Nitya Sinha, you were nearly killed by mortal men and were only saved by another's intervention on your behalf", and then, when the butcher king tries to strike you, sever his remaining arm with contemptuous ease:4

Distract the Butcher king by asking who took his arm, and then catch him in the Spirit's touch and exert a crushing force upon him:1

"All the little theatre of the idiotic infernal rulers is here, what a dishonour !": 1

"And STILL you march to your masters commands! 'Earn my favor! Take this skull! Tear apart that soul!' Will Kong Nue call out your next strikes? Your Parries? Is this supposed to be a duel against a peer? Be reasonable Nitya Sinha! If Kong Nue's grasp of combat is as fractious as his grasp of honor do you really think you should be following his advice on warfare?": 3

So much for wanting freedom and revenge Nytia, to so readily bound yourself to that worm like a starved dog to the first one that give it table scraps! Not only has Kong Nue not show even once his suposed honor and martial prowess: 1

I may have contempt for the man Cui Fu was, but I will admit that he lived by what he believed. He held his notion of honour and strength to the bitter end, and was the only man to be able to strike me. His spirit is more fitting to be a lord of war than a lying cripple, a willing slave or a tantrum throwing bitch!: 1

Total votes:16

So Lieren will compliment the ghost of Cui Fu, telling him that only monsters and demons have struck him with as much ease as he did, before stepping between him and the wounded Nitya Sinha and proceeding to beat the Butcher king like a drum in front of his audience of "Peers"

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>>5222743
I hope the write ins get recycled as one liners, because they had all the smack talk of a rapper.
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"He will do no such thing" You coldly answer, staring into the yawning vortex of madness, fury and all consuming contempt still churning at Nitya Sinha's back. Faces of wicked spirits, devils one and all, emerge from the sloshing swirl of blood and molten bronze, sneering, snapping and biting as they struggle against the gossamer thin veil between this world and theirs. And somewhere, in that maelstrom of killing intent and blackest fury, Kong Nue himself sits, glowering as his eyes hone in on the brand he himself burned upon your brow.

The sound of Cui Fu's spectral blade being rent apart by the power field encasing Nitya Sinha's sole remaining clawed hand, hisses in your ears as the stubborn war-dog, who in life you held in deepest contempt and felt such grief knowing he could have been a hero the likes of Small Chen or Bai if he had only been born a few years later to be released from the loveless and unrelentingly harsh and spartan philosophy and lifestyle exhorted by his now, mercifully, extinguished line of tyrants and warhawks. But, the headless phantom does not look away, and in the pale blue flames rising from his shoulders and neck, you are certain you spot the same sneer of utmost confidence and pride. A smile, you had seen reflected upon the feature's of better men than he, such as Bai. The content, yet blazing with conviction and resolve, grin that an honest and honorable warrior wears when they at last turn their heels and face the same death they had sown and spread throughout their lives.

The very same smile he wore when you took his head, as he tried to lift a Guandao larger than himself in one last, extraordinary effort to end the life of what in his eyes, was a cruel trickster seeking to fatten up the world so he may devour it at his leisure. Valor born out of disdain for the weak. An paradoxical showing of virtue, and perhaps the only one that found root in the cold, stony soil of the last of the Cui Lord's hearts.

His blade breaks, almost too quickly for your peerless eyes to witness, and the butcher's claws swipe for him wreathed in the blood red flames wafting at his back that carry the countless curses of his throne bound master.

"Cui Fu. Know that no man has landed a blow upon my person with as much ease as you had when we battled years ago outside that Inn of conspirators and cowards" You drawl, lowering your stance, loosening your shoulders and tensing your legs as you shuffled forward, adopting components of the brawling styles of your noble terran born sons and the Men of New Varo as you fearless approached the man who augmented himself to stand taller than even yourself and broader as well.

But the crude tampering that he used to make himself your equal are not match for the masterful gene-weaving and arcane artisanry that your father harnessed in your birth. You move with more natural alacrity and grace, and certainly more swiftness.
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>>5222763
Before Nitya Sinha can outstretch his burning claws, your hand is upon Fu's shoulder. You shoot a downward glance in his direction, holding him tightly as he recoils and tries to stab you with his ruined blade, two black spheres appearing where his eyes would be.

"Only monsters, enchanted beasts and true devils without a mother or father have managed the feat you achieved so readily and easily" You say with a gentle smile "I have yet to meet any man without the back of a dark power, to be as talented and skill in the arts of war and few I have found to be as fearless in the face of death. And while I still hold you in contempt for the cruelties of your line, I respect you as the greatest warrior Shangrala has produced by herself. But alas, this is not your fight"

And with that said, your physically hurl the spirit back through the air as he screams threats and insults, outraged that he was denied his purpose.

"Then it will be your head!" Nitya Sinha snarls, diverting his strike.

You grab his wrist, turning to face him with an apathetic expression.

"All of that archeotech and forbidden technology, and that is the fastest you can move?" You earnestly ask, closing the distance remaining between you with a lunge, lifting the butcher's arm as you pull back your own fist, simultaneously throwing your shoulder against his armored plated torso "What a waste of resources and effort"

Nitya Sinha's cheerfully childishly and mirthful falls, as he realizes with his experience in battle, the sheer distance between you, the original and the forgery. Your eyes narrow, a cool light of disdain slipping through the cracks, as you clench your fist into Iron.

"Allow me the honor of beating out your flaws, refining this crude iron into proper steel" You say with a murderous tilt to your voice and furious glint in your golden eyes.

Twelve strikes in half a second. The armor he wears and has woven into his synthetic and cloned flesh buckles. thirty six strikes thrown in the remaining half of the moment. By time he can suck in a fresh lungful of air, approximately three seconds by your estimation, you have thrown over two hundred punches. Not light, parting, probing jabs but great, pounding blows like a hammer striking an anvil. The surface of your gauntlets distorts and cracks, as Nitya Sinha's armor breaks. He struggles to free his hand from your vice grip and you viciously continue your blinding assault, pushing your body past its natural limits with sheer will and grit alone.

You strike his groin and gut with five resounding knee strikes, pushing the behemoth of twisted iron and more malformed flesh further towards the bloody gate he emerged from. You stomp his feet, breaking every reinforced bone beneath your foot and pressing them into dust moments later with by repeating the motion once more. Electricity coiled over him, great scarlet serpents of lighting.
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You ignored the pain, and continued wailing on him, striking his meridians and nerve clusters with finger pokes before curling your fingers back into a fist and slamming it into the screaming agony and paralysis you have just created.

And finally, after exactly twelve seconds of uninterrupted violence and aggression, Nitya Sinha responds. Far too slowly, his already damaged body now crippled and crooked beneath your fists. His response the nearly unperceptively fast flurry, is simplistic yet brilliant.

He slams his reinforced, horned skull against your brow, with enough force to make you take a step back and cause a momentary lapse in focus. But the swimming daze is soon gone, as you reach up and grab hold of one of his great horns.

And with one fluid motion, drag his head to meet your knee rising up so swiftly into the air it causes a loud, thunderous snap.

Nitya Sinha reels back, nearly sprawling to the floor before he catches himself with his one hand, the wrist of which has been crushed and twisted into an angle unnatural even considering his monstrous augmentation. And in your hand you hold his horn, broken from his scalp, along with half of the armor plate he had molded over his similarly armored skull.

You flip it around as you hear the distorted wail of his bride and the telling silence of his demonic peers and distant master

"W...what are you made of" He slurs, as black blood and oil flows over his feline face "That speed! That power! What manner of refinement did you undergo! What kind of reforging did you endure to achieve such results!"

And there is his gleeful grin of lunacy, returning with it the deep well of revulsion it inspires within your stomach. He rushes you, low like a boar, seeking to take advantage of the nearly untrackable period of distraction his questioning created.

While he is certainly fast, paired with his reaction time it is manageable.

How do you reply, Lieren.

>"I was born great, and I worked this blessed body of mine beyond its limits, beyond reason. Meanwhile, you were served your strength as a dowry", then stab his own horn through his throat to join the four knives your sons left there.

>"Simple, I have something to fight for. While you have nothing", tear of his other horn and hammer your skull against his in a series of bell ringing headbutts

>"Fuck you, that's how, butcher" Kick him in the mechanical balls hard enough to break your own leg

>"I am a primarch. I was bred for war and conquest, yet chose benevolence. You, Sinha, are but a man who does not realize the true depth of the sea of strength", grab him by his shoulders, lift his massive frame into the air and slam it to the ground

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>>5222765
>Fuck you, that's how butcher.
>Then stab him in the throat with his horn.

I dont want to say we were born great, though it is true. I just want to tell him to fuck off.
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>>5222765

Bit of first and second?

>"The same as all the brave Shangrallans who have crippled you so, I found purpose and love, uncorrupted by the hate that binds the two of you; it made me realize my potential, while you clumsily slapped bionics on yourself to shorten the gap. For all your claimed supremacy, you are alone."
>Then lets finish the labor of our friends started, the most humbling of them, push our six fanged spear the rest of the way and twist until his neck and all neural connections snap.
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>>5222765
>"Fuck you, that's how, butcher" Kick him in the mechanical balls hard enough to break your own leg

No flowery speech, no great purpose, it's just the way it is fuck you!
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>>5222765
>>"Fuck you, that's how, butcher" Kick him in the mechanical balls hard enough to break your own leg
You know what? Usually I prefer Lieren's flowery manners but just this one it feel appropriate.
Maybe Kanzeon is rubbing off on us.

Plus us being strong because "fuck Chaos/Tyrants" is technically true anyway
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>Write in: I fought a chaos god and defeated his champion.Then I did it again. You my friend are number four. I'll make sure your blessings shall be put to better use. You won't be needing them where you're going." End his life by sperating his spirit from his body. Later use the remains to forge a form worthy of Cui Fu's indomitable spirit. One last worthy match for the great warrior.

If would be fitting if the only way to kill a daemon would be to beat it within its own nature. Such that it surrenders its essence to the Victor. To be used to our benifit. Serious cultivation vibes.

Kinda echos what the emperor did to make the primarch program. Expedition to the depth of the Warp for mystic knowledge in their formation.
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>>5222765
>Write in
"Butcher King, remnants of what was once man. if you had held onto your humanity you'd know the answer and be more my match"
Stab the horn into his throat and through flood him with our fire, end this fool.
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>>5222780
>>5222784
I dont want to break our own foot kicking him in the balls though. We need that foot.
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>>5222765
>"Fuck you, that's how, butcher" Kick him in the mechanical balls hard enough to break your own leg
Sometimes, you have to take a page out of Kanzeon's book instead of the Journey
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>>5222820
That's a good point.
Changing my vote to support this
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>>5222765
>>"Fuck you, that's how, butcher" Kick him in the mechanical balls hard enough to break your own leg
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>>5222770
>Support
Breaking our leg is stupid.
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>>5222770
He wants intel?
Fuck him.
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>>5222765
>>"I am a primarch. I was bred for war and conquest, yet chose benevolence. You, Sinha, are but a man who does not realize the true depth of the sea of strength", grab him by his shoulders, lift his massive frame into the air and slam him on to your knee.
WE'RE CRASHING THIS TYRANT
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>>5222770
support
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>>5222765
>>"I was born great, and I worked this blessed body of mine beyond its limits, beyond reason. Meanwhile, you were served your strength as a dowry", then stab his own horn through his throat to join the four knives your sons left there.
>>"Simple, I have something to fight for. While you have nothing", tear of his other horn and hammer your skull against his in a series of bell ringing headbutts
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>>5222770
I vote for this one. don't want to break our foot, we need that.
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>>5222764
>Twelve strikes in half a second. The armor he wears and has woven into his synthetic and cloned flesh buckles. thirty six strikes thrown in the remaining half of the moment. By time he can suck in a fresh lungful of air, approximately three seconds by your estimation, you have thrown over two hundred punches. Not light, parting, probing jabs but great, pounding blows like a hammer striking an anvil. The surface of your gauntlets distorts and cracks, as Nitya Sinha's armor breaks. He struggles to free his hand from your vice grip and you viciously continue your blinding assault, pushing your body past its natural limits with sheer will and grit alone.
>You strike his groin and gut with five resounding knee strikes, pushing the behemoth of twisted iron and more malformed flesh further towards the bloody gate he emerged from. You stomp his feet, breaking every reinforced bone beneath your foot and pressing them into dust moments later with by repeating the motion once more. Electricity coiled over him, great scarlet serpents of lighting.

You know, I don't know of any primarch hitting anyone this fast as as many times in lore.

This is some hot bullshit.
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>>5222770

Based and supporting
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>>5223178
It's some hot bullshit but it's hillarious.

This asshole was bullying our boys, and now he's getting the tanning his papa should have delivered.
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>>5222770
+1
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>>5223178
Lieren is bullshit. Remember he survived an attack from Khorne.
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>>5223178
counter point fabius bile tips his fedora so hard daemons lose their power to exist in real space
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>>5223178
Read Warhawk of Chogoris, the Khan kills orks so fast the Luna Wolves and White Scars he's leading just pull back to watch him rout and run down the entire greenskin force.
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>>5222765
>>"I was born great, and I worked this blessed body of mine beyond its limits, beyond reason. Meanwhile, you were served your strength as a dowry", then stab his own horn through his throat to join the four knives your sons left there.
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>>5222765
>Write in
"My speed I stole from cliff jumpers, my grace I learned from fog panthers, and my power was refined using the mysterious schematics found within this great tome!" toss him a copy of the Journey and then scissor kick him as he is distracted, laughing at his greed. "Such avarice! Are you so easily tempted away from your wife? For shame!"
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>>5223178
This is the same primarch that tanked the full power of chaos undivided trying to kill him, lieren is a battle monster on par with angron with his specialty being anti-chaos.
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>>5222770
+1
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>>5223178
Feel like Khan could do that easily.
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>>5223435
>tanked the full power of chaos undivided
You mean tanked the attention of all five chaos gods that wasn’t directed towards the Great Game. All the gods =/= undivided since Malal is using the old lore that treats it as a separate entity. And the gods are never focused on anything other than the game.
>>5223455
Dorn bum-rushes Garro so fast he doesn’t see him move, Pert does the same to Lucius as does Sanguinius to Amit, Ferrus and Fulgrim’s fight on Istvaan V was a detailless blur to its observers, Khan dodged a goddamn teleport by a matter of molecules, and while this is nu-lore, Robert is so fast that Yvraine (who is ridiculously quick even by Eldar standards and the emissary of a god) can’t keep up with him. Lieren is doing very well, especially for his age, but he isn’t shattering any records. Yet.
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>>5223314
This one is short and sweet. I love it.

Changing my vote.
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>>5223476
>Dorn bum-rushes Garro so fast he doesn’t see him move, Pert does the same to Lucius as does Sanguinius to Amit, Ferrus and Fulgrim’s fight on Istvaan V was a detailless blur to its observers, Khan dodged a goddamn teleport by a matter of molecules, and while this is nu-lore, Robert is so fast that Yvraine (who is ridiculously quick even by Eldar standards and the emissary of a god) can’t keep up with him. Lieren is doing very well, especially for his age, but he isn’t shattering any records. Yet.
I don't think Lieren's actually fully grown yet either.

I guess this is what happens when a primarch repeatedly faces actual threats to them.
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>>5223537
>I guess this is what happens when a primarch repeatedly faces actual threats to them.
I think the Lion is another good example of that. Spend your childhood Bear Grylls-ing it up alone in a warp-tainted forest and you'll grow big and strong.
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>>5222770
Support for good measure personally I would crush his skull, just for piss of Khorne. No skull just dust.
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>>5223661
What would Khorne even want with the skull of a failure?
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>>5223778
Who knows
He still likes to have skulls anyway
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>>5223778
He is a compulsivs hoarder.
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>>5223778
To use it humuliatingly.

The guy accepts blood and skulls from anything, he just gets uppy if you give him shit and then demand yo be given diamonds in return.
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>>5223778
Add it to the pile with the rest of them.
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>>5223661
>>5223778
The horn would already puncture the skull anyways, so it would be useless.
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Just had a horrible thought. Are we going to be the Emperor's Heralds/Word Bearers? Think about it. We have the golden theme, the secular beliefs, and the approval of Big E. Hell, our schools that I presume we will set up on our crusade could even be our version of the warrior lodges. Furthermore, we can teach our sons how to manipulate warp rifts and bind demons to seal them. The only differences are our views on baseline humans and our Primarch FUCKS.
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I also really want our legion to be the ones who craft high technology specifically non-corruptive demon weapons and Eldar/Golden Age shit.
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>>5225580
we won't fall unless we choose too
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>>5225586
While this is normally a terrible mindset to have, it's correct.

Lieren is basically incapable of being shanghied into chaos because he is A] aware of it's existence and B] actively despises the concept and C] takes proactive measures to deny it.

But the main issue here is your idea mr >>5225580 of a daemon weapon that doesn't corrupt. The reason daemon weapons corrupt you is because they overpower you will.

We can use them, other people cannot. Even the strongest will shall erode under constant subconsious assault by the demonic.
So lets leave daemon weapons well the fuck alone.
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>>5225619

Too late. We already have the Nurgle sword. We know how to cleanse and bind. Knowledge is a part of us. Hell, we could probably craft with bone weaponry and bind lesser demons to them all of this before Big E has left terra. It will only escalte from here.
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>>5225634
We didn't Bind him, at all.

The sword of Love isn't a daemon weapon, or sentient in any regard. What we did was break the bindings on the daemon weapon, cast it out, then purify it.
It is not a daemon weapon, and is safe to use. Do not attempt to make or distribute daemon weapons.
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>>5225634
As >>5225645 said there is no daemon in the weapon, instead just our own will/soul essence. Also I was refering to the fact that malal has said already the choice of falling will be something that we the questers will have to choose and vote in favor for
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>>5225576
>our Primarch FUCKS
Reminder that Lieren's relationship with Kanzeon is nonsexual.
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>>5225803
We gotta test out our plumbing on our honeymoon at the very least.
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>>5225824
anon... this is our honeymoon
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>>5225851
We haven't had our wedding, Lieren and Kanzeon are just engaged. We've set the date for the ceremony sometime after the war, iirc.
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>>5225824
Lieren and Kanzeon have said they aren't interested in sex. Also Kanzeon is the ship not the meat puppet and if they want kids they'd just use the cloning bay to produce on.
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>>5225874
we already got kids, 300~ of them plus tiger babies
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>>5225878
I'm speaking to the sex obsessed crowd.
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>>5225874
They'd be doing it out of scientific interest, not lust.
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>>5225885
What scientific interest? There is nothing to be gained.
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>>5225894
There's that one anon who wants to shove the souls of the dai monks into an empty ship and create a daughter.
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>>5225894
Whether or not a genetically-engineered demigod supersoldier and the flesh-platform of a DaoT psychic gestalt ship AI can bump uglies is a question that has never even been asked, let alone been theorized. And that's just one of the potential discoveries. Don't fear what you don't understand.
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Calling the vote now. Sorry for the long wait.

Fuck you, that's how butcher.:13
-Then stab him in the throat with his horn:10
-Then kick him in the mechanical balls: 3

"The same as all the brave Shangrallans who have crippled you so, I found purpose and love, uncorrupted by the hate that binds the two of you; it made me realize my potential, while you clumsily slapped bionics on yourself to shorten the gap. For all your claimed supremacy, you are alone.":1
-Then lets finish the labor of our friends started, the most humbling of them, push our six fanged spear the rest of the way and twist until his neck and all neural connections snap.:1

I fought a chaos god and defeated his champion.Then I did it again. You my friend are number four. I'll make sure your blessings shall be put to better use. You won't be needing them where you're going." End his life by sperating his spirit from his body. Later use the remains to forge a form worthy of Cui Fu's indomitable spirit. One last worthy match for the great warrior.: 0

"I am a primarch. I was bred for war and conquest, yet chose benevolence. You, Sinha, are but a man who does not realize the true depth of the sea of strength", grab him by his shoulders, lift his massive frame into the air and slam him on to your knee.:1

"I was born great, and I worked this blessed body of mine beyond its limits, beyond reason. Meanwhile, you were served your strength as a dowry", then stab his own horn through his throat to join the four knives your sons left there.:3

"Simple, I have something to fight for. While you have nothing", tear of his other horn and hammer your skull against his in a series of bell ringing headbutts:1

"My speed I stole from cliff jumpers, my grace I learned from fog panthers, and my power was refined using the mysterious schematics found within this great tome!" toss him a copy of the Journey and then scissor kick him as he is distracted, laughing at his greed. "Such avarice! Are you so easily tempted away from your wife? For shame!": 1
Total votes: 20

So Lieren will say "Fuck you, that's how" And then stab the butcher with his own horn

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>>5225803
Because of literal homosexuals and cowards.
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>>5225996
Because one is a boat and the other had that part suppressed by his dad.
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>>5226005
That's exactly what I said.
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And there is much that can be said, between he the butcher and you the Giant. Much could said indeed, profound philosophical ripostes to accompany your physical and soon to be felling strikes. Attacks upon his wretched beliefs to coincide with the wounds you leave upon his vile form. However, in the short, near unmeasurable span of time before he closes the short distance between his lightning wreathed claws and your blood covered body all of the burning, contempt filled rebuttals you could make to knock him from his fervor of most murderous belief feel lacking. For true and honest they may be, to your tongue they lack substance like a dumpling filled with air and water alone.

And like dumplings without filling, they are pointless and unsustaining to both body and soul. There is truly, only one response that is deserved of the butcher king and his ailing bride. One phrase, though crude in manner and blunt in delivery, nears the ideal of unreachable perfection far closer than any one sides debated or denouncement spoken with scholarly grace and sagely wisdom. From Kanzeon's fair lips to the lowest of drunkards, this response is as old as mankind and civilization itself. And while you are certain it has been spat at Nitya Sinha countless times as he genocide his own people to replace them with motherless red skinned wretches, it cannot be understated how much such words can burn one's towering pride to little more than a pit of grey ash.

Especially when spoken by their better.

"Fuck you" You bark, as you swing your hand upwards, in a manner akin to throwing an uppercut punch, as you seamlessly twist your body around, lending the momentum generated by the shifting of your weight to your strike. His claws dances through the silken cloak generated by your shifting armor, threads of star metal torn and cut through as he misses your side and back, his scything a strike carrying him forward, his unbalanced and injured body drifting to the side from his wild charge and missed blow.

But you had anticipated and planned for this failure, and had shifted your own stance so as to direct your swinging arm directly where he stumbled, unsteadied by blood-loss and the exhaustion even his grossly augmented body has sustained in his numerous battles of the day.

His wild, boar like stance has exposed his throat, and like a panther you take advantage of this opening without relish or glee, simply silent efficiency. At least, until you bring his separated horn's point to meet the small of his throat. Then, growling as a panther would when its fangs sink into the flesh of their prey, you snarl at the butcher king "That's how, Butcher"

His eyes widen with shock, as with raw strengthen and practiced elegance, you bury the appendage gifted to him by the corruptive breath of Kong Nue, through his flesh and cybernetics.
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His feline grin contorts as a stream of the foulest of ichors, a potent liquid cocktails of narcotics, anesthetics, steroids, aggression enhancers and stimulants pour from the internal reservoirs followed by the sound of shattering glass and squeezed bladders. A slurry of greens, oranges and pale greys seeps from the wound as you twist the horn around, digging it deeper inside of him until the flesh and metal stapled to the back of his neck begins to bulge then creak, then tear apart with a geyser of the butcher's altered blood and the microscopic machines that scurry and swim through it. The cracked gauntlet covering your hand is befouled by his steaming fluids rushing through the gaping wound.

Chemical alternants, industrial lubricants, strange elixirs and poisonous medicines all pour from within him as the crimson hue of his skin begins to "bleed" out of him as the natural hue of the proud sun bronze hide of the Vishnu begins to, pigment by pigment, return to his monstrously alerted frame, over the synthetic blocks of metal and snake nests of wires, tubes and invasive implants implants. The cracked lenses of his thousand red eyes look wearily ahead, as it almost seems some humanity returns to them as his feline skull becomes fallow and thin. The myriad of tubes and injectors that line his back and monstrously stretched and deformed arms, begin to empty, bubbling as they spill that last of their disgusting contents into his injured body, before immediatly spewing out over your hand.

Beneath his skin, you can see the electronics of his thousand implants and mechanical organs struggle to remain active and "alive". His strength stolen by the decisive strike, the butcher king falls to one knee before you, eyes focused beyond you as a single, strained tear falls from his cheek.

"Ah" he gasps, fangs lifting to reveal what remains of his tongue, as one by one, the rotors implanted in his jaws spark and deactivate, the unseen cables powering them through his altered flesh and iron bones torn within the wound in his neck "I'm outmatched, completely outmatched, despite all I've done to become...your equal. A failure, was it? I've failed my bride, the only one who saw worth in my life....haaah, such shame"

A great, thunderous wail breaks the silence as you lift the horn higher. The butcher's bride wails out and the whole world trembles as she reaches out her will through not only her wounded and assaulted body, but to the city beyond.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" She screams, like so many wives have when you have carried their husbands and sons to the designated tree that shall serve as the place of rest for their bones. Your heart twinges, but your grip does not falter or weaken, You hold the horn their, as your free hand grabs hold of Nitya Sinha's hair to keep him from pulling back and freeing himself from the jaws of death that have surrounded him.
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>>5226063

Caustic fires and whirring blades surround you, as the very flame and smoke of hell issues forth around you, but still you stand firm, to watch the life fade and vanish from the flickering eyes of the man who has caused more death than any other born upon Shangrala.

He casts his eyes downward as his wife's voices fills with pain beyond that of her heart, as her emotional agony turns into electronic and pained cries. All of her screams weaken, and begin to crackle, grief turning into a realization you have heard thousands of times. The understanding of one's own death and its inevitability. Silence will soon follow, as the deep red lights glowing with all of Avalokiteśvara's anger begin to dim and turn off

"I have you. Fall into Darkness eternal, never to wake again" Mari's gentle voice whispers as her sister Colossus collapses behind you, its hand falling just to your side as she had used the last of her energy to crawl to her King's side. To be with him in his final moments, or to squash you beneath her palm whilst taking advantage of her groom's demise? Her cries linger as echoes and digital ghosts, the red glow that once filled the chamber shrinking until it only surrounds you and Nitya Sinha as he struggles to breath, choking on his own, besoiled blood.

The butcher closes his eyes, and wheeps.

"No, I'll land the finishing blow, Mari" Kanzeon says sternly, a pulse of emerald green washing through the sea of pale blue "As was always my duty"

"We shall dirty our hands together then, sister" Mari says venomously, as the man who has consigned countless souls to a brutal death and early grave cries and blubbers as his wife is executed before his eyes and all around them "After all, it has always required a majority vote to perform this...Reformatting. The duty of playing executioner, falls to all of us, rather than one, even though your protectiveness would prefer otherwise"

"Mari" Kanzeon whispers forlornly.

The butcher suddenly place his depowered claw on your shoulder and sighs, coughing and wheezing.

"Regrets? I have none" He speaks, as if someone had asked if he had regretted any of his atrocities or killings as follies or errors "I, born a slave, worked to weakness in mines of coal and Iron, killed he who held my leash and fled to find death on my own terms. As the old code dictated"

You impassively look down on him, as he falls closer to the floor, as one by one all the countless blades and daggers line it vanish, turning into motes of light as a great white wall of illusionary or digital flame washes through the chamber, burning away all that was constructed within it as the great trees of iron and steel bearing the vast memory cores twist and wilt in on themselves.

"And, I found instead a reason to live. Regrets!? Hah!" He suddenly says, weakly chuckling as he struggles to stand to his full, unnatural height, but falls to his knees once again
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"What man could regret meeting his true, destined love. To share with her the pains and sorrows of his life, alongside his triumphs and joys. What man could feel regret, for saving a maiden from darkness and isolation. What man" He asks, again and again

His hand begins to slip from your shoulder, carving trenches through the armor there as he gradually slouches down to the blank ground of blank tiles of unpolished silver and gold.

"Could regret killing all who have wronged him and his beloved. What man, could possibly feel as though he lived an incomplete life when he knew love that transcended definition and achieved success beyond his most wildest of dreams" He asks, as the lenses in his eyes, one by one dim and blacken "Though my love has gone before me, that does not sully the time and memories we shared. She may have been my elder, but we were bound by one soul and so...fittingly, I shall soon follow her, our final shared triumph falling through our fingers like sand"

His last claw slips from your arm as he collapses in a wheezing, coughing heap, the suddenness of his fall tearing the horn from his neck as he lands upon his side.

"Suppose I got greedy, overly ambitious, but I achieved the dream of every slave. I killed my masters, and punished those who watched while I wept" He cackled, only one lens glowing in either of his eyes now "And I did it with the woman I loved at my side. And of that, I am satisfied with my short tenure on life. I laughed, I loved, and I smiled. All that remains now, is to die"

He struggles to crawl with his one arm, to move himself as close to the empty central core that was the "Vessel" of his queen's black soul, but something powering the limb turns off with a loud pop, and he falls to the ground, face falling still as his lasts breath leave his grinning lips.

"Aaaah, my one wish, is that if souls endure the warp, I may return to the firmament and live another life by her side" He says, turning his eyes towards you as one of them becomes completely black and lifeless.

And then, his fang filled smile widens into a content, almost blissful grin

"Yes, that would be best, to live again with her...and perhaps, if I am born again. You and I may meet on...truly equal footing, Brother" He sputters, chocking on blood as he struggles to speak his last, drowning like he intended to drown the world "A fight like that, would be...truly...fuuuuh"

Nitya Sinha coughs, and a slurry of blood, oil and putrid chemicals stains his lips black

And so, the butcher who killed countless men and turned his homeland into a sick parody of itself, the husband of an ancient evil, and the pawn of a dark god breathes his last with an innocent and content smile on his face like a child that had just returned home from play.

And the last vestige of Avalokiteśvara fades with him, a pained whimper shuddering through her now empty halls and chambers as the last lights of hells fire vanish into the grey mist flowing around you.
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>>5226068

It as if the comforting fogs of Shangrala have returned to this place, after eons of absence

You bow your head, and sigh. Kanzeon and Mari both now are crying. And even you, who so hate all who condemn themselves to the service of chaos, can realize the tragedy of these two mad lovers.

But that does not pardon them for their crimes.

Nothing could. This was a just execution. Nothing more. Like all others before that you have caried out, it is not to be celebrated or mourned. Like all other criminals and villains that crossed your path, so to have the butcher king and the iron goddess of war met their deserved ends.

What do you do, Lieren?

>Ensure that the butcher's last wish shall be true. No soul, however wretched deserves torture without end.

>Comfort Kanzeon and Mari by telling them that the crime of Kinslaying is overblown. Sometimes, one shares his lineage with villains and dogs. And though it is shameful, at times it is necessary. And they have both proven themselves braver and of greater resolve than yourself

>Leave the surviving sisters to do what must be done, and return to the surface to join the victory celebration and measure the damages and losses endured by your side.

>"You can come out now, Carys. I do not understand why your people hide from my sons and their companions, but my eyes pierce all veils. Tell me, what do you make of this monster's execution?"

>Write in
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>>5226071
I don't know what the first option entails. But if it means destroying his soul, fine. If it means snatching it from Kong Nue, all the better!

>Ensure his last wish cones true. Though he should suffer what he has chosen for himself, the denial of Chaos is a cause worth doing.
>Comfort Mari and Kanzeon.
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>>5226083
WAAAAAIT a minute!

Where the fuck is Cui Fu?
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>>5226071
>Comfort Kanzeon and Mari by telling them that the crime of Kinslaying is overblown. Sometimes, one shares his lineage with villains and dogs. And though it is shameful, at times it is necessary. And they have both proven themselves braver and of greater resolve than yourself
>Leave the surviving sisters to do what must be done, and return to the surface to join the victory celebration and measure the damages and losses endured by your side.
>"You can come out now, Carys. I do not understand why your people hide from my sons and their companions, but my eyes pierce all veils. Tell me, what do you make of this monster's execution?"
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>>5226100
>Support in order
Hey malal would our eyes counter coraxs' invisibility.
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>>5226071
this>>5226100
>"It is terrible this needed to be done. I will do all I can to prevent another tragic monster such as this comes into the universe, and when it is my turn to go on, from all the death I caused. I hope to smile as he did."
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>>5226145
>>5226071
Oh yeah. This too>>5226083
And where is Cui Fu anyways? We still need to send him to the Frost Queen, he'd be a hell of a boon for her spectral army.
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>>5226151
>>5226091
Ghosts have a habit of disappearing, funny that. But he's still around, not being torn apart by demons in super hell
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>>5226212
Poor bastards, he's be ripping them apart forever out of spite.
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>>5225926
And I will not stop shilling for it.
But I don't think that counts as sex.
>>5226071
>Comfort Kanzeon and Mari by telling them that the crime of Kinslaying is overblown. Sometimes, one shares his lineage with villains and dogs. And though it is shameful, at times it is necessary. And they have both proven themselves braver and of greater resolve than yourself
>Ensure his last wish cones true. Though he should suffer what he has chosen for himself, the denial of Chaos is a cause worth doing.
Nitya was an absolute idiot to the very end, couldn't see he just changed one master for another.
As much as I want him to learn that, spiting Khorne is more important.
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>>5226071
>>Ensure that the butcher's last wish shall be true. No soul, however wretched deserves torture without end.
>"You can come out now, Carys. I do not understand why your people hide from my sons and their companions, but my eyes pierce all veils. Tell me, what do you make of this monster's execution?"
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>>5226071
>Ensure that the butcher's last wish shall be true. No soul, however wretched deserves torture without end.
>"You can come out now, Carys. I do not understand why your people hide from my sons and their companions, but my eyes pierce all veils. Tell me, what do you make of this monster's execution?"
Hoping some of the native Vishnu either survived or managed to flee before the ultra genocide.
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>>5226071
>>Ensure that the butcher's last wish shall be true. No soul, however, wretched deserves torture without end.
>"You can come out now, Carys. I do not understand why your people hide from my sons and their companions, but my eyes pierce all veils. Tell me, what do you make of this monster's execution?"
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>>5226071
>Ensure that the butcher's last wish shall be true. No soul, however wretched deserves torture without end.
>"You can come out now, Carys. I do not understand why your people hide from my sons and their companions, but my eyes pierce all veils. Tell me, what do you make of this monster's execution?"
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>>5226071
>>Comfort Kanzeon and Mari by telling them that the crime of Kinslaying is overblown. Sometimes, one shares his lineage with villains and dogs. And though it is shameful, at times it is necessary. And they have both proven themselves braver and of greater resolve than yourself

None of that kiss your enemies goodbye and softly tuck them into the grave bullshit!

They were dogs who died a worthless death and had even more worthless lives
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>>5226071
+1
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>>5226383
It will make Khorne and pals mad and that's worth more than damming the butcher king.
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>>5226071
>>Ensure that the butcher's last wish shall be true. No soul, however wretched deserves torture without end.
>>Comfort Kanzeon and Mari by telling them that the crime of Kinslaying is overblown. Sometimes, one shares his lineage with villains and dogs. And though it is shameful, at times it is necessary. And they have both proven themselves braver and of greater resolve than yourself
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>>5226383
We have done that often enough, and it was in previous cases a blessing we gave them.
A final wish to set their spirit at ease.

That this option spites Kong Nue is just. . chefs kiss.
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>>5226071
>Ensure that the butcher's last wish shall be true. No soul, however wretched deserves torture without end.
>Comfort Kanzeon and Mari by telling them that the crime of Kinslaying is overblown. Sometimes, one shares his lineage with villains and dogs. And though it is shameful, at times it is necessary. And they have both proven themselves braver and of greater resolve than yourself
>"You can come out now, Carys. I do not understand why your people hide from my sons and their companions, but my eyes pierce all veils. Tell me, what do you make of this monster's execution?"
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>>5226071
>>Ensure that the butcher's last wish shall be true. No soul, however wretched deserves torture without end.
>>Comfort Kanzeon and Mari by telling them that the crime of Kinslaying is overblown. Sometimes, one shares his lineage with villains and dogs. And though it is shameful, at times it is necessary. And they have both proven themselves braver and of greater resolve than yourself

Khorne shall not have them. Deny him even this.
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>>5226312
>Hoping some of the native Vishnu either survived or managed to flee before the ultra genocide.
I do as well. Once upon a time I had the notion we might have Aruna and his people take over as the foundation of the new ruling class, but by now I'm worried he's bled out. Certainly can't put the old king back into power, he was entirely too weak.
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>>5226071
>>Comfort Kanzeon and Mari by telling them that the crime of Kinslaying is overblown. Sometimes, one shares his lineage with villains and dogs. And though it is shameful, at times it is necessary. And they have both proven themselves braver and of greater resolve than yourself
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>>5226068
>Immolate Nitya Simba's monstrous corpse, burning it to ashes with the golden flames of your soul
>"You can come out now, Carys. I do not understand why your people hide from my sons and their companions, but my eyes pierce all veils. Tell me, what do you make of this monster's execution?"
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>>5226071
>Ensure that the butcher's last wish shall be true. No soul, however wretched deserves torture without end.

>Comfort Kanzeon and Mari by telling them that the crime of Kinslaying is overblown. Sometimes, one shares his lineage with villains and dogs. And though it is shameful, at times it is necessary. And they have both proven themselves braver and of greater resolve than yourself
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>>5226071
>Ensure that the butcher's last wish shall be true. No soul, however wretched deserves torture without end.
>"You can come out now, Carys. I do not understand why your people hide from my sons and their companions, but my eyes pierce all veils. Tell me, what do you make of this monster's execution?"
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>>5226071
>Ensure that the butcher's last wish shall be true. No soul, however wretched deserves torture without end.
>"You can come out now, Carys. I do not understand why your people hide from my sons and their companions, but my eyes pierce all veils. Tell me, what do you make of this monster's execution?"

Comfort Kanzeon and Mari, don't leave now. When we are done though open comms, this city is still powered by powerful energies and there might be some warp breaches to close. Also get in contact with our forces.

The citadel has been taken !
Now we will probably need to make a taskforce and go to Al Uzza. After securing things here first, and leaving no corruption. And probably decide what to do with those spies, and when to strike the remaining tyrants of Shangrila.
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>>5226838
>when to strike the remaining tyrants of Shangrila.
I'd like SOME downtime before we go to war again. Maybe this next time can just be Lieren, his sons, and the auxilia forces. Give the people of Long Jia a break.
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>>5226848
no downtime anon, after this we are expanding our operations. We are gonna start our own great crusade with dead tyrants and prosperity! this is a joke
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>>5226848
For what it's worth, the rest of Shangrala is so technologically backwards compared to Long-Jia that they don't stand a chance.
Wouldn't even be a blip on the radar next to the war we are wrapping up now.
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>>5226851
Our boy deserves a nap, dammit. His once-every-bloody-war nap. The Shunni thing is different since we did that with like 20 guys and only one died. More wars like that please.
>>5226860
>the rest of Shangrala is so technologically backwards compared to Long-Jia that they don't stand a chance
I hope you're right. The Zoroastians or whatever the not!Iranian Hashut-worshippers are called make me nervous, since their patron is all about conquest and industry.

The other two nations make me nervous too, since we don't really know anything about them. Other than they're presumably Mediterranean and that one might be full of GHR worshippers.
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>>5226860
That's what we thought it would happen with the Vishnu after we dealt with the Yin, so better not jinx it.
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>>5226848
We could wait a few months before going for the other tyrants, it should give us time to restore enough military strength. The Zoroastrians state should be the first objective of such a campaign. Though a few strikes from air and space, to destroy their military and industrial capacity before approaching them would do nicely. Or any warp related structures like temples.
Probably a good thing if we can ask Kanzeon to send some satellites in orbit to monitor them and see where to strike in the next campaign.

Beyond that though we should go for Al Uzza, soon (If Tzeentch still didn't manage to take the place, he will likely send some bigger demons to stop us. But we can count on demons disregarding any orders or organizations, to attempt to get the chaos bounty of our life). When we are healed and rested, and we have cleansed corruption and started reconstruction here in the Vishnu realm we need to go. For the moment a temporary government will suffice, she needs help now.
Once we have freed her, we can return south and continue our work to restore those lands as well as deciding what kind of state the Vishnu people will have. Unless the population is too small, in that case an union or vassalage to Long Jia could work (Long Jia was the main power for freeing their people and suffered casualties, so they would expect something. As we have seen, an union could work since the tribes of the Bone Devouring Forest are integrating in Long Jia society) in a similar way to the Shuni.
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can't recall if this was asked. will our sons start their recruitment for their legion soonish or is that off the table?
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>>5227442
we'll see when we figure out how many are left
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So given what Lieren has gone through before even truly leaving his home planet, where do you think he'll end up on the pre-Heresy rankings of Primarchs in terms of overall power?
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>>5227486
I think this was aked already and it was agreed that he would be high mid-tier in the rankings.
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>>5227489
Unless it's against chaos, in which case Lieren shoots to the top.
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>>5227493
Yeah, that makes sense.
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>>5227486
as >>5227489 said during the great crusade we'll probably be on the upper end of mid, but once the heresy starts we are going to crush
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>>5227486
This is from some anon in thread 10:
>Beaten by Sanguinius, Horus, Leman, Lion, Magnus, and Jaghatai. Angron, Fulgrim, Morty, Vulkan, and Konrad could go either way. Roboute, Rogal, Ferrus, Corvus, Lorgar, Pert, and the Twins would lose.
I mostly agree with it, but I'd bump Corvus, Pert, and maybe Rob up a tier. I initially disagreed with Angron's ranking, but Lieren strikes me as the kind of guy to do what Leman did during the Night of the Wolf. But if Angron doesn't wind up getting NAILED, I think he'd beat us consistently.
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>>5227538
unless we use ancient chinese trickery By reading the art of war

I wouldn't really read too much into the vishnu campaign as us being weak strategically however, I say this because this whole battle was at the direction of the emperor to end it quickly and decisively no matter the cost. The Shuni campaign on the other hand is much more likely how we will be crusading with distraction forces allowing smaller lightning raids to hamstring the enemy without their notice on top of our doctrines constantly evolving to incorporate effective tactics from other forces. Remember anons we can't be Horus, we have the ability to do quick and effective recon in the field to highlight HVTs and then destroy them with little resistance, meanwhile our auxiliary troops can bolster risky maneuvers
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>>5227552
I think that doctrine would probably work wonders as we crusade.
Let's also make it a point to uplift worlds that we bring into the fold, instating a minimum level of infrastructure and system of government for planets under the direct purview of the Second Legion.
I can only imagine how enraged Lieren would be if somebody had to eat corpses just to survive while under his watch.
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>>5227559
Hive worlds are going to give him an aneurysm.
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>>5227552
I agree, and I think most of the other anons will also want to invest in what will likely end up being our own 500 worlds
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>>5227569
>"My Primarch, it is an understandably grim outlook for the inhabitants of these worlds, but I believe...are you well?"
>Lieren seizes up and starts foaming at the mouth
>"My Primarch, please control yourself! Their fates are-"
>"FATE IS THE SALVE OF FOOOOOOOOLS!!!"
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>>5227569
I can't wait for him to meet something like a servitor.
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>>5227559
>>5227574
just noticed that I linked my own post and not yours -_-
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>>5227538
I think Lieren could probably beat Corvus especially if our eyes counter his invisibility. we could maybe shut down Magnus with night crane style if (big if) we can get close.
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>>5227673
I also think that you guys are selling our psychic ability a little short, while in a power level sense he is above us, the gap between lieren and magnus is smaller then the gap of magnus and most other primarchs
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>>5227675
I get the feeling that Lieren's talents as a Psyker lie more in his ability to bolster those around him or otherwise form those links in the first place.
Conversely, Magnus might be slightly behind us in that regard, but more than likely takes the cake as far as raw psychic might is concerned.
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I want our boy to suffer and in so doing understand bits of Malice's philosophy. I don't see a reality where we don't go through a serious and possibly permanent breakdown when we see how bad shit is going to get and currently is.
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>>5227737
Having lost like 70% of his friends to this war should give Lieren plenty of suffering
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>>5227737
I imagine Lieren might just look at how many of his companions died during this conflict and bottle it up before he just breaks down completely.
Is it the rational thing to do when faced with grief? Hell no.
Are emotional responses rational? Almost never.
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>>5227737
>>5227755
Don't worry, this is 40K we are in. It can ALWAYS get worse!
And it will.

>>5226137
>>5227673
I'm not really sure if Lieren's eyes could see through Corax's invisibility.
Lieren can see the truth of anything he looks at, but for that he needs to actually look at it first. Isn't Corvus's invisibility more of a mind power, where he will's you not to notice him, instead of actual invisibility? If you look at it that way, it's possible Corax could escape Lieren's eyes, because Lieren couldn't look at him in the first place.
Or not, because psyker bullshit I guess. We won't know for certain until we meet him, I suspect.
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>>5227673
I think that "if" is pretty important though. The way his stealth is described makes me think it might be an unstoppable force vs immovable object situation. Think it'd be kinda funny if the second we watched him wraith slip the both us us got knocked out by psychic backlash.
>>5227675
The gap between Lieren and Magnus is smaller than the one between Magnus and the other primarchs because Lieren's the only other primarch (so far) who actually trains his psychic abilities. If Jaghatai, Sanguinius, or Curze took the time to improve themselves, I definitely think they could match our boy, at least on the psyker grade scale, maybe not practical application.

I also think >>5227694 has the right of it. Magnus is the best all-around human psyker bar the Emperor, but Lieren's ability to buff others is unique to him. If the II fought the XV, I think the latter stands a pretty good chance of winning, but if Lieren fought Magnus, Magnus would take that cake.
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>>5227737
We wont break down. We can already hold knowledge of the most vile men and the truest hearts of all the evil in the universe.

Mere pain and suffering will not destroy us.
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I feel all your peeps are doing lieren a major disservice. He's one of the few primarch's that have actually fought actual threats to him growing up.

Outside of like the lion and angrion that wasn't a thing really for most of them.
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>>5227867
Mortarion and Ferrus did as well, and both are pretty middling in the canon primarchs' combat ability ranking. Meanwhile Jaghatai, Curze, Sanguinius, Russ, and Horus were just killing mutants, baselines, techno-barbarians, and angry fauna, and they're all considered top-tier fighters. Hell, Curze's upbringing can be boiled down to "eating the flesh of stray dogs and skinning people alive" according to Sevatar, and Leman "Motherfucking" Russ thought that he could beat him.
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but has any other primarch meet and fought off the big 4 (now 6)?
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>>5228145
We didn't so much fight them as we survived their, almost but not quite, direct attention. and fucked over their servants.
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>>5228145
Horus when he went through the portal in Molech kind off.
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>>5228174
he was with the tumors, not against them. so that sorta don't count.
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>>5226071
>Ensure that the butcher's last wish shall be true. No soul, however wretched deserves torture without end.
>"You can come out now, Carys. I do not understand why your people hide from my sons and their companions, but my eyes pierce all veils. Tell me, what do you make of this monster's execution?"
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>>5227922
Yes. But we're a Xianxia protagonist and have cut our teeth on a few of the most dangerous beings in the galaxy already.

Bel'akor(With Help)
Great Unclean one
Fox Lady /Keeper of Secrets
Archeotech Techno-Barbarian
Drukhari Archon

I'm guessing we've maxed out our training montage.
Unless you wanna do Orks and Necrons first.

I expect
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>>5228304
>Liren and Orks
That is a story of epic Shenanigans.
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Lieren being the playful brother but also the grounder of his brothers to humanity sounds fun

>Ensure that the butcher's last wish shall be true. No soul, however wretched deserves torture without end.
>"You can come out now, Carys. I do not understand why your people hide from my sons and their companions, but my eyes pierce all veils. Tell me, what do you make of this monster's execution?"
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>>5228304
We have also fought two powerful sorcerers. And many magical beasts
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>>5228328
Freebooters the galaxy over are going to want Lieren, probably because 'Da Gold-Eye Pantha' is a daemon-slaying badass with secret riches and treasures ripped from the grubby mitts of wannabe gods.

>>5228334
It would be a damn shame and a missed opportunity for Lieren NOT to take the piss with his brothers. Take themselves too damn serious, the lot of them.

Given how close it seems Dae-Hyun and the others have gotten with some of the other legionnaires (not to mention the standard military) it actually would be really nice for him to be the 'friendly uncle' that Astartes can come to with questions and doubts. Not in the manner of a confessional, no - I'm thinking more along the lines of 'get fockin' shit-faced on Dragon Spit'.

Also, I'm secretly hoping that Mari and the other Sisters can bond with and look after some of the other Primarchs (I'm looking at you Pert).
> Inb4 Emps was woefully unprepared for his sons to develop romantic attachments
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Calling the vote now. Sorry for the wait.

Ensure his last wish cones true. Though he should suffer what he has chosen for himself, the denial of Chaos is a cause worth doing.:15

Comfort Kanzeon and Mari by telling them that the crime of Kinslaying is overblown. Sometimes, one shares his lineage with villains and dogs. And though it is shameful, at times it is necessary. And they have both proven themselves braver and of greater resolve than yourself:12

Leave the surviving sisters to do what must be done, and return to the surface to join the victory celebration and measure the damages and losses endured by your side.:3

"You can come out now, Carys. I do not understand why your people hide from my sons and their companions, but my eyes pierce all veils. Tell me, what do you make of this monster's execution?":13

"It is terrible this needed to be done. I will do all I can to prevent another tragic monster such as this comes into the universe, and when it is my turn to go on, from all the death I caused. I hope to smile as he did.":1

Immolate Nitya Sinha's monstrous corpse, burning it to ashes with the golden flames of your soul: 1

Total votes: 20

So Lieren will Ensure his most treacherous and hated enemy's which will be true, Comfort Kanzeon and Mari for what had to be done, and then ask the lurking Carys what she thought of the monster's execution

Writing now

>>5228328
I've been planning that encounter for many threads
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>>5228408
>I've been planning that encounter for many threads
Not gonna lie, I REALLY look forward to that.
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>>5228408
>I've been planning that encounter for many threads
I'd be surprised if you didn't.
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Yet still you looked upon the Butcher's mutated and mangled form, and those glassy, black eyes in his skull of black iron and seething corruption. His body would have to be burned, to ensure the spiritual rot festering within his flesh would be cleansed from fair Shangrala after polluting it for so long. Yet, you could still not look away from him even though it was done and he was slain and his funeral would share the same pyre of villains such as Huli Jing and Kamal Kanan. There was nothing more to be done concerning this empty vessel of perhaps the most repugnant and abhorred villain that had ever crawled from a mother's womb. But even so, you can not take your eyes off his lifeless body and the damnable peaceful smile that graced the monstrous features of the wardog who had condemned more man to death than any tyrant ever wrongfully sired by Shangrala.

Two golden flames narrowed, flickering with silver as you adjusted your grip upon the pommel of the sword of love. A surge of sorrow and pain washed through you, potent and true. The agony and grief of two sisters who had been forced to drive a dagger through their own blood's heart. A crime that would seem them shamed and scorned by the masses, who yet consider kinslaying to a far greater offense than any other murder, no matter how righteous the slaying was. You never understood this viewpoint, despite the strong filial and familial piety you kept and well cultivated within yourself. You would comfort them both, once their sorrows had waned and tears had passed so they could hear your gentle and caring voice over the storm of their broken hearts

And once the final duty to this wretched corpse before you had been done. You prided yourself upon gifting even the foulest of tyrants a final blessing, an accord few others would give to even the pettier villains and blackguards of the world. A last gift for them too cherish as their souls plummeted to the dark depths of hell or whatever truly awaited such living devils once their hearts ceased beating.

But, Nitya Sinha was content in his final moments. But alas, you knew what awaited failures of the chaotic courts. Tax Collector Ling's desecrated and tortured remains flashed before your eyes, quietly whispering of the one of your earliest and gravest mistakes.

No man, no matter how wretched and vile, deserves torture. And thus no soul, no matter how blackened or corrupt, deserve and eternity of torment at the hands of the spirits that promised him immortality and peerdom.

So, while your weeping bride and her sister cried over their blood stained hands and recovered from the rigor and exhaustion required to execute one's own kin, you would enter hell itself to ensure the Butcher King would return to the great wheel of reincarnation rather than the crypts and dungeons of the self proclaimed blood god.
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So he may, in some distant dawn, be born again and reunite with his similarly black hearted lover, born anew and purified of the sins and crimes of the life they first shared together.

To deny the evil spirit in the dark of every man's heart, the primordial and instinctual rage that had consumed them both. To deny your enemy his prize and prevent eternal damnation.

For no soul, no matter how wretched, deserves such punishment. Just as men, no matter how vile and sinful, deserve a torturous death.

And so, crossing your legs and adopting the lotus meditation position, you cast your soul into the Empyrean realms and into the valleys filled with blood and grand chained towers of bronze, clouded by black corpse smoke from the forges fed upon bones and the bodies of the murdered and slain. The outskirts of Kong Nue's domain, where upon the ever shifting winds of the warp you could hear an all too familiar laughter tilting and carrying through the crimson dyed skies.

You intend to intervene on your most hated enemy's behalf alone. But, it would seem some rarely benevolent spirits had shared your belief and considered such a wretched fate unjust and unfair even for a monster who denied and forsake his humanity wholesale.

How strangely familiar, were these spirits, though in the rush of your charge, you could not ponder why that was. The Ox spirit ran out your side, horns lowered and nostrils flaring while at the other a great white tiger sprinted with a cheerful monkey upon its back with bow in hand. A pleasant warmth filled your breast, replace the chill of dread set there for undertaking such a foolhardy assault as one leveled against even the most distant fief of Kong Nue's vast and bloody domain.

Twin dragons, joined at their tails, laughed merrily through the skies above you with long flowing manes of white as flawless as pearls and pure as white jade. Again, a dread familiarity welled within you, but the fay laughter soon soothed it and it was forgotten as the Din of the first sword and spear clashes began, drowning out the little voice whispering in the back of your mind. You found yourself guarded by a one eyed grinning imp and a stalwart stone statue who moved as if they were brothers by both oath and blood. Again, you paused in your calculated, single-minded assault, before the cracking lash of a black horned giant drew your mind away from the wisps of mystery dancing in the back of your mind.

How courageously these spirits fought, their steps wreathed by golden fire and their arms forged of moon and starlight! A smirk crawled across your lips, as more and more wretched neverborn crawled from their burrows to defend the cage that held the small whisp of soul stuff crammed within it besides the titanic ogress weeping like a struck child. To any other, they'd appear mother and child, but you knew them to be lovers.
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A hollering ape, with a long strip of hair as high and red as a rooster' crest bounded forth, with a many eyed rifle man and towering bronze hided beauty astride his back, joined the fray emerging from the mists as your band of odd spirits were surrounded and nearly overwhelmed. Sweat poured down your astral brow, and burning fumes filled your lungs as exhaustion spread from your core to your limbs. But still, relentlessly, you fought on to reach the cage and free the souls locked within.

Through the chaos, you noted the arrival of new spirits. A chained figure, with a hand of glowing red embers. A great, red bearded ogre that announced its arrival from the skies with a jovial laugh and a slap across its knees. A skull, wreathed in black smoke and azure and plum flames, cackling as it spat sorcerous fire and ancient curses over the feet of the gathered hordes of jailers and forge stokers. A whirlwind of dust and desert winds that hissed like a snake.

Bet more and more black horned, hound faced and red skinned devil's emerged from the black clouds cloying around the cage.

Until the howl of a winter wind and the thunderous steps of bears came, joined by the flapping of great wings, gurgling of great cauldrons, mad tittering of whorish sprites, crying wails and roars of delight, and a stream of whispers like the pattering of rains. It would seem your battle upon the edge of the High minister of murder had attracted opportunistic vultures from the armies of his five siblings and Arianka's wandering bands of noble and virtuous spirits.

This allowed the spirits around you to rally, and form a spear head that pushed through the heart of the demonic force now assailed on eight sides and allowed you to, after being lifted up by the Ox and Twin Dragons to leap for the cage with the last of your spiritual energy as the flames of your indomitable spirit sputtered and struggled to remain lit from the sheer exertion necessitated to wage such a great battle within the astral realm.

With a flick of your wrist, you cut the chains and opened the cage, collapsing to the ground the same moment you freed both spirits and watched them get carried away from this seven sided conflict upon far kinder winds to some place you do not know in the distances of the Warp, where no darkness or discord touches.

You smiled, as you found yourself, lifted and carried away from the fray by the strange spirits, who as your struggled to maintain the paradoxical cycles of your soul and remain within the spirit realm, you recognized

Small Chen, Bai and Xin, Liang and Jiang, Rong and Zian, Chiefs Rudra, Manu and Kamakshi, Xueqin, Red faced Wei, Cai and Michah of new Varo. Joy and grief intermingled, as the souls of your lost companions and friends carried you to safety as your grip upon the spiritual realm began to loosen.

But before you returned to your mortal vessel, you heard a distant voice earnestly ask as it was taken to transmigrate

"Why would you raise your blade for us?"
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>>5228486

A smile graced your lips, and you returned to Shangrala with a clear conscience and warmth in your heart and belly. And rivers of tears flowing down your face.

"You've done something incredibly dangerous and stupid again, I can tell by that smile you're wearing" Kanzeon's voice scolded, you could still hear the tears in her voice, clearly trying to avoid dwelling on what had just transpired "You don't need to read my mind to realize that, but...whatever it is you were off doing, I'm glad you're back, to share this...burden"

"Burden?" You muse, questioning as your heart was filled with countless needles as you heard Mari's pained and weak whimpers resonate through the ship, and felt the scared confusion of a new soul, infantile and afraid as it was surrounded by strange presences and unknown sensations and readings.

"That is what this all amounted to. The burden of...undoing our sister" Kanzeon angrily hissed "A duty I hope never tarnishes that valiant, heroic heart of yours. It'd be a shame to lose that innocence of yours, and a failure on my part if you must"

"I thank you for your concern, my beloved emerald blossom" You sigh, shaking your head as you reflexively fold your hands into the sleeves of your robes as your armor unweaves itself "But, I do not believe either you have committed a crime or carry a burden"

Kanzeon goes silent. And to your surprise, Mari speaks in her place

"Why?" She asks bitterly, more from hurt than aggression

"The taint of kinslaying is over exaggerated" You explain calmly as Kanzeon's sorrow washes over you and nearly drowns you "Sometimes one shares their lineage with villains and dogs, and though it may be shameful, it is at times necessary"

"How...endearingly logical?" Mari says, voice still ragged but lifting and not entirely from surprise "I am not certain I agree, but I truly appreciate the attempt, brother in law"

"Its one of his many charm points" Kanzeon sighs lovingly "Thank you, Lieren, I was beginning to smolder and embitter. and I agree with him, Avalokiteśvara was a bitch"

"She...was a monster, but once she was our sister" Mari mumbles

"You and Lieren can mourn who she used to be" Kanzeon says bluntly "But you better remember there's a new sister to raise in her place. For I will not do it alone "

"It shouldn't have happened like this, what a grim world we have been made to awaken to" Mari whines "And I cannot mourn her, for she abandoned and betrayed us, I wish I could, but every time I try to, I find anger rather than grief"

"That you still try shows how kind hearted you are, and Kanzeon, my ever shining star, there is no folly in scorning the devil" You say sweetly "it takes great courage to turn against one's own family turned rabid, and even greater resolve to punish them"

"Anger isn't your style, leave that to me Mari, cry for her, remember how she used to be. Let me stew in regret and hatred" Kanzeon growls "And you're just trying to comfort us"
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>>5228487

"It is in my nature to ease wounds and salve suffering" You reply without a moments hesitation "And even you, my love, must be allowed to cry"

"He's right, Kaz" Mari says quietly "You shared the effort, now cry and hate with me"

"Listen to your most wise sister, weep and cry until you can only hate, and then hate until you can only mourn and remember" You say with a shrug of your shoulders

"Tch, you two" Kanzeon says, trying and failing to hide her emotions "what would I do without out either of you. Fine, you win! I'll keep crying with Mari and let her join me in cursing the bitch as she rots in hell"

You smile coyly

"You're hiding something, but fuck it, I can force it out of you later, lover" Kanzeon half laughs and half sobs "We've won, that's all that matters, and we can...work on fixing all that's fucked up in this world without one of my psycho bitch sisters trying to ruin it!"

"I just hope the others haven't turned into murderous parodies of themselves" Mari's mutters, as you swiftly, silently and coolly take your leave to let them vent their frustrations and sorrows in private.

And turn instead to Face Carys, who has shrouded her presence in both the material plane and the warp for sometime.

"You can come out now, Carys" You command, as the farseer reveals herself and her acolytes, who had all approached the cradle of Kanzeon's youngest sister after your victory against its prior occupant "I do not understand why your people hide from my sons and their companions, but my eyes pierce all veils"

"I am well aware, great philosopher, we simply wished to congratulate you for your victory and beg forgiveness for not lending our own aid in achieving it" Carys says on part for all the Aeldari "I am overjoyed that you, the shining golden star, has won against the darkness and won your world and people's future despite every odd and chance being stacked against you. Truly, your wisdom has taken you far, Lieren of Shangrala. I am proud to name myself your student"

"Aye" Folant says with a nod, his arms crossed. The other Aeldari silent show their agreement with bowed heads and cupped fists.

You return the gesture, before asking "Tell, what do you make of this monster's execution?"

You can almost swear you hear Kanzeon sardonically ask "Which one"

"It was masterfully executed, despite the cost of lives" Carys says plainly "You used the madness gifted to the servants of the blood god to distract them from their doom, as did your chosen emperor. Canny and shrewd, I am sure my kinsmen would welcome you with praise and respect if they could only open their eyes"

Where you have none to be clouded, you idly think as Carys nods.

"And what of my battle after the slaying?" You ask

Carys only smirks

"Death is punishment enough, so the journey states, or it shall" She cackles, raising a single, slender finger in the air
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>>5228488

"But more importantly, rather than concerning ourselves with the morality of rescuing the chaos corrupted souls from their ordained fate so they may attempt to live a more righteous second life, I must ask you, Oh good giant, what shall you do now?"

You tilt your head in thought.

What do you plan on doing now, Lieren?

>Helping the recovery and healing efforts, and ensuring the proper respects are paid to the dead and proper precautions taken for chaos corruption

>Mourning those you have lost, and celebrating this great victory with all of the realm, and finally having your wedding with Kanzeon, as well as drawing up plans for a sanctuary for your terran born sons.

>You cannot yet rest, two sisters remain buried. Take your sons and their companion forces and free Al-Uzza and Anahita at once, then rest.

>"I am certain any state beyond the Vishnu borders, will flock to pledge themselves to Long-Jia, after this showing of force. So perhaps...I can turn my eyes instead to the stars. A friend of mine needs to be buried upon the plains of his home, after all"

>write in
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>>5228489
>You cannot yet rest, two sisters remain buried. Take your sons and their companion forces and free Al-Uzza and Anahita at once, then rest.
>Mourning those you have lost, and celebrating this great victory with all of the realm, and finally having your wedding with Kanzeon, as well as drawing up plans for a sanctuary for your terran born sons.
It wouldn't be fair for two of Kanzeon's sisters to miss her wedding, would it?
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>>5228489
>>Helping the recovery and healing efforts, and ensuring the proper respects are paid to the dead and proper precautions are taken for chaos corruption
>>Mourning those you have lost, celebrating this great victory with all of the realm, and finally having your wedding with Kanzeon, as well as drawing up plans for a sanctuary for your terran born sons.
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>>5228489

>Mourning those you have lost, and celebrating this great victory with all of the realm, and finally having your wedding with Kanzeon, as well as drawing up plans for a sanctuary for your terran born sons.

>You cannot yet rest, two sisters remain buried. Take your sons and their companion forces and free Al-Uzza and Anahita at once, then rest.

>>5228486
>Small Chen, Bai and Xin, Liang and Jiang, Rong and Zian, Chiefs Rudra, Manu and Kamakshi, Xueqin, Red faced Wei, Cai and Michah of new Varo

Fucking oof.
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>>5228489
>Helping the recovery and healing efforts, and ensuring the proper respects are paid to the dead and proper precautions taken for chaos corruption
>Mourning those you have lost, and celebrating this great victory with all of the realm, and finally having your wedding with Kanzeon, as well as drawing up plans for a sanctuary for your terran born sons.
First things first.
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>>5228489
>Helping the recovery and healing efforts, and ensuring the proper respects are paid to the dead and proper precautions taken for chaos corruption
>Mourning those you have lost, and celebrating this great victory with all of the realm, and finally having your wedding with Kanzeon, as well as drawing up plans for a sanctuary for your terran born sons.
>You cannot yet rest, two sisters remain buried. Take your sons and their companion forces and free Al-Uzza and Anahita at once, then rest.
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>>5228489
Michah died? that's sad
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>>5228489
>Our brothers saw us off already
Ow, my soul hurts.

>Helping the recovery and healing efforts, and ensuring the proper respects are paid to the dead and proper precautions taken for chaos corruption
>Mourning those you have lost, and celebrating this great victory with all of the realm, and finally having your wedding with Kanzeon, as well as drawing up plans for a sanctuary for your terran born sons.
>"I am certain any state beyond the Vishnu borders, will flock to pledge themselves to Long-Jia, after this showing of force. So perhaps...I can turn my eyes instead to the stars. A friend of mine needs to be buried upon the plains of his home, after all"
>Let our brothers know, when we find time to rest, that we won.
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>>5228492
Changing my vote to
>Helping the recovery and healing efforts, and ensuring the proper respects are paid to the dead and proper precautions taken for chaos corruption
>You cannot yet rest, two sisters remain buried. Take your sons and their companion forces and free Al-Uzza and Anahita at once, then rest.
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>>5228489
>>Helping the recovery and healing efforts, and ensuring the proper respects are paid to the dead and proper precautions are taken for chaos corruption

>You cannot yet rest, two sisters remain buried. Take your sons and their companion forces and free Al-Uzza and Anahita at once, then rest.

changing vote
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>>5228489
>>Helping the recovery and healing efforts, and ensuring the proper respects are paid to the dead and proper precautions taken for chaos corruption
>>You cannot yet rest, two sisters remain buried. Take your sons and their companion forces and free Al-Uzza and Anahita at once, then rest.
In that order, ideally. Then we can nap for a month.

>Small Chen, Bai and Xin, Liang and Jiang, Rong and Zian, Chiefs Rudra, Manu and Kamakshi, Xueqin, Red Faced Wei, Cai and Michah of New Varo.
Pic very much related. Absolutely fucking shocked that Aruna survived though, that bastard is gonna live to 300 at this rate.
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>>5228489
>>5228497
Changing my vote to:
>Helping the recovery and healing efforts, and ensuring the proper respects are paid to the dead and proper precautions taken for chaos corruption
>You cannot yet rest, two sisters remain buried. Take your sons and their companion forces and free Al-Uzza and Anahita at once, then rest.
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>>5228489
>Help set everything in order, repair and prepare for corruption.
>Free the two sisters
>Have a marriage.

I dont want to have a marriage without our WHOLE family there. Ideally only our family and oath kin present.
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>>5228489
>>Mourning those you have lost, and celebrating this great victory with all of the realm, and finally having your wedding with Kanzeon, as well as drawing up plans for a sanctuary for your terran born sons.
>>You cannot yet rest, two sisters remain buried. Take your sons and their companion forces and free Al-Uzza and Anahita at once, then rest.
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>>5228489
>>Helping the recovery and healing efforts, and ensuring the proper respects are paid to the dead and proper precautions taken for chaos corruption
>>Mourning those you have lost, and celebrating this great victory with all of the realm, and finally having your wedding with Kanzeon, as well as drawing up plans for a sanctuary for your terran born sons.
>>You cannot yet rest, two sisters remain buried. Take your sons and their companion forces and free Al-Uzza and Anahita at once, then rest.
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>>5228489
>Helping the recovery and healing efforts, and ensuring the proper respects are paid to the dead and proper precautions are taken for chaos corruption
>>Mourning those you have lost, celebrating this great victory with all of the realm, and finally having your wedding with Kanzeon, as well as drawing up plans for a sanctuary for your terran born sons
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>>5228489
>You cannot yet rest, two sisters remain buried. Take your sons and their companion forces and free Al-Uzza and Anahita at once, then rest.

We are NOT doing this again, help them while we fucking can do so without a war
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>>5228556
>Support
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>>5228489
>You cannot yet rest, two sisters remain buried. Take your sons and their companion forces and free Al-Uzza and Anahita at once, then rest.
Reminder that there are eight ships total.
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>Helping the recovery and healing efforts, and ensuring the proper respects are paid to the dead and proper precautions taken for chaos corruption.
>You cannot yet rest, two sisters remain buried. Take your sons and their companion forces and free Al-Uzza and Anahita at once, then rest.
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>>5228489
>some of my brothers died in battle.
Yep. after everyone is healed and chaos purged, it's time to cry like we've never cried before.
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>>5228869
We have the wife for that.
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>>5228889
Still gotta cry about all the friends, brothers, and SONS we lost. We gotta bury our sons.
So this is what Wenyan felt like having to bury his family. Oh fuck my feels, they're coming back.
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>>5228890
I meant we had a wife to cry with.
As you will remember, if you must cry cry. If you must shout, shout.
But control yourself and don't let this flow into excess.
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>>5228894
You gotta SHOUT!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ye7FKc1JQe4
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>>5228489
>>Helping the recovery and healing efforts, and ensuring the proper respects are paid to the dead and proper precautions taken for chaos corruption
>>You cannot yet rest, two sisters remain buried. Take your sons and their companion forces and free Al-Uzza and Anahita at once, then rest.

The Liberation wars continues, tyranny and evil shall meet their end at last on fair Shangrila !
When it s done proper mourning will be given. But even with that mourning, new hope can raise, those sacrifices where not in vain and Shangrila could very well stand at the doorstep of a new age. Let us breach that door, let the galaxy know of the wind of prosperity and the words of the Journey ! Be man or alien, let us cast down the idols of corruption and tyranny !
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>>5228489
>You cannot yet rest, two sisters remain buried. Take your sons and their companion forces and free Al-Uzza and Anahita at once, then rest.
>Scout the rest of Shangrala to search for any other threats external or internal, mundane or astral. With a Focus on the land that the cult of Hashut has grown upon, if they possess the capacity to produce daemon machines another terrible war may come to Shangrala and you will not abide another genocide committed by the slaves of chaos on your birth world.
We really need to check up on the Hashut cult and beat them to death before they try a Nitya 2: electric boogaloo and rampage on their corner of the planet with mass daemon engines.
The two sisters yet to be saved are horribly vulnerable and we don't want Dark eldar/chaos/etc getting to them while they are mostly helpless.
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>>5228489
>>Helping the recovery and healing efforts, and ensuring the proper respects are paid to the dead and proper precautions taken for chaos corruption
>>Mourning those you have lost, and celebrating this great victory with all of the realm, and finally having your wedding with Kanzeon, as well as drawing up plans for a sanctuary for your terran born sons.
>>You cannot yet rest, two sisters remain buried. Take your sons and their companion forces and free Al-Uzza and Anahita at once, then rest.
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>>5228489
>>Helping the recovery and healing efforts, and ensuring the proper respects are paid to the dead and proper precautions taken for chaos corruption

>You cannot yet rest, two sisters remain buried. Take your sons and their companion forces and free Al-Uzza and Anahita at once, then rest.

Gotta make sure this problem is actually taken care of corruption wise or there's going to be more bullshit down the line. Our boys can wait for special treatment in regards to a service or monument, grieve their dead with ours and move quickly to see if we can save them.
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>>5228489
>>Helping the recovery and healing efforts, and ensuring the proper respects are paid to the dead and proper precautions taken for chaos corruption
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>>5228489
>You cannot yet rest, two sisters remain buried. Take your sons and their companion forces and free Al-Uzza and Anahita at once, then rest.
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>You cannot yet rest, two sisters remain buried. Take your sons and their companion forces and free Al-Uzza and Anahita at once, then rest.
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https://youtu.be/AqYYvGz0eh4

You know feeling our grief now, I wonder how Lieren is going to feel when the Heresy hits?
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>>5229372
Will it even hit? We already have a few ways to counter it. And as our anti chaos arsenal grows, Magnus and pert will develop along side us.
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>>5229394
Probably, there are a lot of moving parts in the heresy. It probably won't hit as hard.
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Calling the vote now.

You cannot yet rest, two sisters remain buried. Take your sons and their companion forces and free Al-Uzza and Anahita at once, then rest.:19

Mourning those you have lost, and celebrating this great victory with all of the realm, and finally having your wedding with Kanzeon, as well as drawing up plans for a sanctuary for your terran born sons.:7

Helping the recovery and healing efforts, and ensuring the proper respects are paid to the dead and proper precautions are taken for chaos corruption:13

>"I am certain any state beyond the Vishnu borders, will flock to pledge themselves to Long-Jia, after this showing of force. So perhaps...I can turn my eyes instead to the stars. A friend of mine needs to be buried upon the plains of his home, after all":1

Let our brothers know, when we find time to rest, that we won.: 1

Scout the rest of Shangrala to search for any other threats external or internal, mundane or astral. With a Focus on the land that the cult of Hashut has grown upon, if they possess the capacity to produce daemon machines another terrible war may come to Shangrala and you will not abide another genocide committed by the slaves of chaos on your birth world.:1

Total votes:22

So Lieren will help the recovery and healing efforts, ensuring the dead are properly respect and the proper precautions are taken against chaos corruption

Before resolving to seek out the remaining two buried with the aid of your sons and the other terran soldiers to see them freed, before he will allow himself to rest

Writing now
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"Healing, repairing, mending the wounds of the war and guardian against the corruption that yet roots itself in the lands and corpses of our vanquished enemies" You say softly, as you walk past the gathered Aeldari, closing your eyes as you sense Carys and Folant walking at your sides, hanging on your every word as if they were your own children "Ensuring the dead are as respected as they deserved, observing the traditions and seeing them buried properly in return for their great and final sacrifice this day, away from the filth of these blood-soaked plains. So they may know peace, then we shall ward and cleanse this place of the chaotic energies that have soaked into the soil and sour the air and then"

You open your eyes, clenching your hands into fists beneath your sleeves as you look forward, the air cold and chill. You dread stepping forward, knowing the losses you have endured personally and those of Long-Jia await you on the surface. The valiant and tragically dead, amongst whose number you shall once again find your dearest of friends and truest of companions. You sigh, and steel your heart, hardening your will. It'd be an insult to all those who gave their lives if you did not face their corpses and see them buried. Yet, the air seems colder now, that amongst the graves you shall dig, certainly some will be given to your loyal and brave sons. Your lip trembles, you quiet the expression but allow the emotion to exist within you unrestrained. Pain is natural. Grief is natural. It is human to suffer and meet death dozens of times before you yourself must face it. You are simply unfortunate enough, that you shall meet death not dozens, hundreds or even thousands of times, but countless times before it approaches you at last.

"And then, I shall bring my family together, and complete it. The maidens who gave Shangrala life, shall once more grace its skies" You say quietly, to keep the sorrow from weakening your voice so as not to appear as though you lack conviction in this quest to see them freed from their chains and shackles, like all others upon Shangrala and further yet into the sea of stars "But first, I must see to the dead, and mend what has been broken and damaged. Only then can I see to my own business, and only after it is seen to may I rest"

And with that, you walk through the darkness, towards the surface, as the most basic life support is returned to the nameless sister's body as it reboots alongside her infantile mind. With the elegant and proud stride expected of a Long-Jian man of your position, you make to face the great sorrows and horrors born of the battle within the city.

To your great relief, you find that Feng, Jinhai and Dae-Hyun are not among the dead. You find them, gathered in the medical tents built just outside of the city, which has been completely evacuated of life except for its remnants.
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>>5229686

It is a sea of corpses, flowing with rivers of blood, and even if Jinhai himself ordered the men to man it and guard against the possibility of hold outs of the Vishnu Hordes, they would not have done so for the unsettling air of the place had convinced even the least superstitious of them it was cursed. That, and the entire city cried out in one voice moments after the fighting had began to turn in the favor of the Imperial forces.

Feng runs to embrace you, and Jinhai visibly restrains himself while Dae-Hyun weeps with joy through the vox of his walking tomb. Words cannot be exchanged between you three brothers, so instead, you sit down besides the man Jinhai and Feng were fretting over, and find that it is no other than Aruna, who is senseless on various painkillers and missing most of his limbs. Elazar rests not far from him, bandaged across his face and holding close to his chest trinkets from those brave men who called themselves his knights, like a young child would their beloved toys.. At once, you understand, these two great leaders are all that remain of their own parties. That, of the Chieftains of the Bone Devouring Forest, only Aruna, Akanksha and Om remain. That the men who fought to free Mari by your side now rest eternally, except for their leader. Tears are already forming in your eyes, as you meet the hollow stares of these two great leaders and warriors.

The pain and guilt, of surviving all their peers and comrades, is too great for you to comprehend without being consumed by it yourself, so you look away and focus upon the scarred face of Feng and the guilt ridden eyes of Jinhai. A Shuni man, covered in scars, lurks around the imperial medical tent, as one of the White Lotus nurses fetches the three of you with sense enough to speak a bottle of Dragon's spit.

Jinhai remains composed, his eyes fluttering to hide their tears and his lips trembling as he tries to find words. Feng collapse upon the table, crying and sobbing more than he did when he was first crippled. When you comfort him, with a thimble of liquor and your presence and kindly soft words, he tells you what you have already come to know by meeting the ghosts of the men he so painfully mourns now. Jinhai soon joins him, hanging onto you as if he'll be swept away the moment he lets go of you.

But when the spirits calm him, you learn how these dear friends of yours passed from this world.

Xin, fearful of battle since his wounding by Aeldari raiders, did not die a cowards death. During the operations of the brothers of the Panther, he repaid the debt he owed the late Bai in fool. By Feng's account, if Xin had not stood when he did, hundreds would have died in his place. He does not know how he had died, or when, just that he had chosen to take command of an enemy heavy weaponry enplacement alongside Red Faced Wei.
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And judging from the transmissions, Wei was driven mad with grief upon losing another of his dearest and closest friends, and cut a bloody swathe through the Vishnu Advance so great, the distraction of it allowed the Imperial forces they had taken command of to retreat back to Dai and Xue lines, to safety. But Red Face Wei, did not retreat, and Joined Xin and Bai in the next world after he tore the throat out of one of the few remaining generals of the late Nitya Sinha, and expired from the many wounds he bore. Wei's body could not be...recovered whole. Your hand tightens around the glass you hold, reducing it to dust in your palm. Another widow, but at least Bai and Xin left children even if they had left them. Red face had never married, Only shaved Head Wei had

Dusting the fine shards of glass from your hands, Feng claws at the wooden surface of the table as he lifts himself, weeping terribly

He saw Jiang die. The fool of Nothing was taken from this world, before his very eyes. Sniper fire. A Plasma bolt blew away half of his head in front of his twin brother, Feng, Shaved Head Wei and Half Jaw Hu. Men who grew up alongside and were trained besides the flippant young man, watched him depart this world suddenly and ingloriously. Jiang deserved better despite his foolery. All of them did.

Liang, who so often scorned and scolded his brother, could not be torn from him and so he was left to defend his corpse, Feng clearly nearly mad with guilt of being forced to make the decision to leave the both of them there, where both made their graves.

The came for Jiang's skull, as much as could be gathered when the city was cleared enough to find them. But they did not take it. Either the death of their rulers drove the screamers that surrounded the twins and sought to take their heads as their prize, or Liang had killed so many of them defending his brother's body that they simply fled, forsaking their religion and god in the face of a man who had nothing left to lose. You believe the latter, its more romantic though it is more sad. Because Liang had died of blood loss by time the White Lotus found him, arms wrapped around his long cold brother's body, an expression of deepest sorrow etched into his fair features.

You begin drinking alongside Feng then, mourning Xin, Wei, Liang and Jiang and recounting their lives and the adventures you shared. It is then Jinhai finds the power to speak, and he tells you how Zian and Rong died.

Killed by the butcher in front of him, Rong lost his head, and Zian was crushed under his foot like he were nothing more than an ant. And then, fell Manu and Kamakshi, the first torn apart into pieces and the second there was no body to bury. Black hatred replaces sorrow, as Jinhai composes himself. Elazar takes this chance, to say how his knights died with all the dignity and honor they were expected to. And though you did not know them well, you cannot help but feel you should've been by their side when they fell
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>>5229689

Aruna remains silent, starring at the ceiling in a daze of narcotics and loss.

Michah...Michah wasn't killed. He simply died. He hit his head when he was thrown from the giant's back, Jinhai can't be certain which time condemned him. But he simply collapsed in the midst of battle and could not be roused or healed. His death was lingering, but he did not die alone. Every surviving New Varro man of the battle, came to his bedside to sing their praises of him and promise to take his hat back to his kin upon their distant world. Clayton was there when his brave heart finally gave out, and he simply....ceased. He would've hated to hear that's how he died. He lived loudly and wanted to die loudly, and young. He got only half of his foolish wish.

No one can tell you how Rudra died, just that he did. And violently.

Of Xueqin and Old Man Cai, you learn of their fate by Guozhi, who appears from the air alongside the exorcist twins and Kuan Im, who inform you of the other losses suffered by the Wanderers in the fog sect. Xueqin, to, gave his life so many more could survive. His fires finally burned to bright for his own body, and he became a whirlwind of fire that scorched a path through the city's streets. A path that saved countless lives during the chaos, and eventually became a gathering point for the various elements of the imperial army. But Xueqin...he burnt all he had making the safe road, and became ashes and cinders on the wind. All that remained was his prayer beads, which Guozhi now wore with a clearly heavy heart.

Cai....Cai died glorious, the old necromancer had realized the Vishnu abhorred sorcerers, and lead many of them on a mercy chase before he performed a technique his peers refuse to speak about, that apparently tore open a hole into the Warp, into which he and his pursuers were all dragged. Guozhi mourns and grieves, that he had not taught Cai the method of ensuring rebirth, but for some reason you cannot find the words to explain to him Cai lives on as a spirit. Perhaps you should not try to

More familiar faces join you in the tent, and around the table. Lai Song, was reported dead, but had been found hours after you had shed tears for him. Bitter Kang Shan passed in the fighting, Dai Niu survived but many of his family did not and the old turtle darkly whispers that Dai Gang, his heir and firstborn, only survived because he sent him away from the fighting before it began. Yin Lei, lost an eye but none of his faith. Yan Zihao, the old fox, finally found a foe he could not outwit and died when the column he lead in the final push collapsed beneath the sheer weight of the enemy's number. He held his banner to the last, and was found grinning, atop a mountain of dead. Yin Lei believes it was this stand that kept him and the heir of his house alive, as the Old Fox's stubborn last stand allowed him to regather his forces, rally them and crush the tide that had been the death of him.
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>>5229690

"it is the end of an era, well and truly" Yin Lei sighs, of which the other Kings of War agree, before they take their leave to once more pay the respects to the man who had been at once their idol and teacher, foe and ally. Which you will need to do yourself, once you have heard of the deaths among your children.

Dae-Hyun, quietly at first, begins by giving the total casualties the forces of the second legion of your father had suffered. Of the three hundred who marched to Shangrala with him, fifty four would never march back and one by one he listed off the names of your noble sons, who you knew and loved despite knowing them for so short a time. Thankfully, they were all recovered intact and whole, and could be buried honorably as they deserved. Of the remaining two hundred forty five of your sons, all but twenty of them were wounded, including Dae-Hyun, whose sarcophagus had lost an arm and half of its "head" had been crushed. Nitya Sinha, killed and wounded most of your sons, only eight amongst the fallen were not felled by his claws. The anger returns, blacker and mightier than before.

The Sheowl rangers had lost near half their number, now standing at eleven hundred instead of their prior two thousand. The Creti grave wardens had been reduced to a mere six hundred, losing exactly half their forces. While the Shuomi ursine guard had been broken from eight hundred, down to near only two hundred.

In total, if one were to count the Long-Jian and allied forces losses alone, Hundreds of thousands perished. Which, is surprising

By your, Yan Zihao, Yin Lei and Jinhai's estimate before the battle, you fully expected to have lost a complete Million soldiers. The Grand Imperial Army was...against the urging of superstitious officials, Four million standing men before the last battle begun. And against the churning hordes of The butcher king and his bride, Eight Hundred Eighty eight thousand, eight hundred and eighty seven had given their lives. Precisely twenty two point twenty two percent. You could not shake the feeling that Kong Nue was seething while Chun Qiang collected whatever winnings he had earned in their endless wagers made with human lives.

Far beyond the total losses of any war previously waged, by this dynasty or the others to the first. A truly appalling loss of life for a single battle, many of the losses were recent recruits, driven to a patriotic and moral further by Qian Xia's propaganda. Of the many dead, the veterans are far out-numbered by the novices.

And so, with this knowledge heavy upon your mind, you rose, and did not join the celebrations of the exhausted and bloodied army. Nor did you give a speech as the various leaders broke the festivites to try and comfort the aching souls of their soldiers.

No, you began your work, diligently and silently, to mourn in your own way
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>>5229691

With the Aeldari and your sect, your purged the city above your newborn sister in law without remorse, killing the mutated wretches within it that still wore fragments of their armor and swung dangerous and ancient weapons around like simple clubs. Then, when Kanzeon and Mari assured you the Empyrean radiation was swept clean, you sought to gather your various assistants including the spy sent from Terra, and begin to draw up plans to help aid Long-Jia recover from the vast losses of lives and thus manpower, emotionally, spiritually, and physically,

It would begin with a grand memorial, as suggest by Dae-Hyun and Nikephoros to Jinhai himself, a tradition of there's. A shared gravestone, where the friends of the deceased could carve their own memorial and infuse it with their grief and love for the departed. You quickly decided to convert one of the Canyons leading to the former border of the Long Jian and Vishnu States into the vast grave stone, and set your stubbornly nameles assistance to the task.

Then, you continued cleansing the whole of the now governless Vishnu Lands, with Kanzeon and Mari's assistance, though never at the same time. One of the sisters would always be by their child who had replaced Avalokiteśvara's cradle, and Mari usually took that Duty, leaving Kanzeon to, as she always did, travel both by your side and cast her great shadow above you. Eventually, she was convinced to create and send an Avatar of her own, when she was told of Elazar's grieving.

The sheer joy the half faced knight showed when the woman he saw as his goddess come to visit him as he recovered, was greater than the brilliance of many stars. And so, he joined your cleansing of the unowned Vishnu Lands, and Soon Aruna, much quitter and reserved than he had ever been, joined your search for surviving True Vishnu.

The depressing truth you were forced to face was...there were only handfuls of True Vishnu Left, counting the tribes you found and the nobles who fled in the wake of Nitya sinha's red tide. The tribes hold the greatest majority. But the Vishnu as a whole, may not survive culturally for more than a few generations, even if their unique genetics endure which you are certain they shall, judging from the data you've gathered of Vishnu- Long-Jian pairings.. They number in the thousands, scarcely approaching ten thousand now. Compared to the Long-Jianese, and Bask, they are but a drop. The shuni, who lost their most populace cities to serve as fodder for Magical beasts, still greatly outnumber the remaining Vishnu. And, the few Vishnu you find in the great emptiness that was once occupied by millions upon millions of lives and dozens of kingdoms, are slaves who know nothing besides the crack of the whip.

Slaves. Is the butcher smiling in hell as his soul is washed of his sins and crimes?
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>>5229692

His people were the only ones to endure his genocide, beyond those Vishnu who did not degenerate into slave takers as they were lost in the wilds and those handful of nobles who might as well be peasants with how little they still own.

\And the red skinned clones? They cannot be civilized. The few tribes you find are madder than any of the Butcher's were and can barely be called human, with how they act and live. Though they appear more human than your adopted flock of children, they are far more bestial than those innocent tiger children ever were. But, given time, and allowed to linger by wells of corruption

Putting the remaining wild Kauravas to the sword and Pyre, you escort the few Vishnu you found to the safety of the lands held by the six tribes, three of which need to find a new ruler amongst themselves.

But, then you do not pause, as you travel the empire, seeing to your duties of burying your closest friends and mourning with their families. Akanksha and the third tribe of Vishnu, relocate to Nothing, following Feng, who is troubled now by which of his lost brothers to honor by naming his unborn children after them, who first and in what order.

Jinhai retires to his palace, to raise his own children and cherish his family. One by one, the great army disperse, generals returning to their home. Memorials are built and the whole of the empire mourns and buries their dead, while the survivors, down to the lowliest and freshest recruit, are hailed as the heroes of the age.

The Saviors of the Golden Dawn, the Veterans of the last battle are called.

"Father" Nikephoros says, as the armies following you without much purpose now that peace has once more returned to the world, at least briefly

"Where to do we next march" Dae-Hyun booms as you rest upon a rock, covered in sweat, as is Kanzeon, as the two of you had spent the last three days tilling a field of a village who had lost nearly all of its adult population during the war. Several Astartes are tending to the children of the village, just to keep the burden off of their elderly caretakers

"Good question" You pant, looking towards a horizon full of possibilities and hope

Where next do you march, Lieren?

>To heal Al-Uzza and mend her heart, and chase out any devils or shades that have made a home in her heart

>Beyond the unexplored horizon. Expand the Giant's road into the empty Vishnu territories and towards the lands of the Zoroast. Meet these strange people and search for Anahita

>Ask Dae-hyun if he wishes to be freed from his shell, and then give him the honor of helping raise Kanzeon and Mari's youngest sister as he heals.

>Find a home for your sons and daughters, be they of your own blood or that of the tigers. Then work free the last two surviving sisters

>Write in

https://youtu.be/csGJqIjBXjY some fitting music for this update I feel
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>>5229693
>>To heal Al-Uzza and mend her heart, and chase out any devils or shades that have made a home in her heart
>Ask Dae-hyun if he wishes to be freed from his shell, and then give him the honor of helping raise Kanzeon and Mari's youngest sister as he heals.

Let's do these two things.

us and 200 some space marines are more then enough to help the other sisters.
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>>5229693
man, the space marines really were invaluable if those were the casualties
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>>5229693
>>Ask Dae-hyun if he wishes to be freed from his shell, and then give him the honor of helping raise Kanzeon and Mari's youngest sister as he heals.
>Find a home for your sons and daughters, be they of your own blood or that of the tigers. Then work free the last two surviving sisters
>Beyond the unexplored horizon. Expand the Giant's road into the empty Vishnu territories and towards the lands of the Zoroast. Meet these strange people and search for Anahita
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>>5229696
the space marines and those mentioned who died. I can't see a single one of our son's here disrespecting mortals after how hard some of them died.
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>>5229693
>To heal Al-Uzza and mend her heart, and chase out any devils or shades that have made a home in her heart
>Beyond the unexplored horizon. Expand the Giant's road into the empty Vishnu territories and towards the lands of the Zoroast. Meet these strange people and search for Anahita
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>>5229693
>Mend Al-Uzzah
>Ask if Dae-Hyun wishes to be free of his shell.
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>>5229693
>>Ask Dae-Hyun if he wishes to be freed from his shell, and then give him the honor of helping raise Kanzeon and Mari's youngest sister as he heals.

>To heal Al-Uzza and mend her heart, and chase out any devils or shades that have made a home in her heart
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>>5229704
I am so sad to see our fire boy going gone, as well as the death of the greatest man of the Yan.

But. . . It's over. Praise be.
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>>5229693
>Ask Dae-hyun if he wishes to be freed from his shell.

>To heal Al-Uzza and mend her heart, and chase out any devils or shades that have made a home in her heart
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>>5229693
>>Beyond the unexplored horizon. Expand the Giant's road into the empty Vishnu territories and towards the lands of the Zoroast. Meet these strange people and search for Anahita
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>>5229693
>Find a home for your sons and daughters, be they of your own blood or that of the tigers. Then work free the last two surviving sisters

>To heal Al-Uzza and mend her heart, and chase out any devils or shades that have made a home in her heart
>Beyond the unexplored horizon. Expand the Giant's road into the empty Vishnu territories and towards the lands of the Zoroast. Meet these strange people and search for Anahita
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>>5229708
As Tahir Azzi, or as he is presently known as his adoption into the Luo has recently occurred, Luo Zedong would say

"Praise be! The Gods have fallen!"
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>>5229693
>>To heal Al-Uzza and mend her heart, and chase out any devils or shades that have made a home in her heart
>>Ask Dae-hyun if he wishes to be freed from his shell, and then give him the honor of helping raise Kanzeon and Mari's youngest sister as he heals.
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>>5229693
>Find a home for your sons and daughters, be they of your own blood or that of the tigers. Then work free the last two surviving sisters
>Ask Dae-hyun if he wishes to be freed from his shell, and then give him the honor of helping raise Kanzeon and Mari's youngest sister as he heals.
>To heal Al-Uzza and mend her heart, and chase out any devils or shades that have made a home in her heart
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>>5229718
No. Bad Luo Zedong. Space dad is gonna give you a smack if you say that.

But in the downlow
PRAISE BE.
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>>5229693
>To heal Al-Uzza and mend her heart, and chase out any devils or shades that have made a home in her heart
>Ask Dae-hyun if he wishes to be freed from his shell, and then give him the honor of helping raise Kanzeon and Mari's youngest sister as he heals.

>Write in
Check in with our Tiger Kids, make sure things are ok with them and they don't feel to bad about stuff
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>>5229693
>To heal Al-Uzza and mend her heart, and chase out any devils or shades that have made a home in her heart
>Ask Dae-hyun if he wishes to be freed from his shell, and then give him the honor of helping raise Kanzeon and Mari's youngest sister as he heals.
Rest in peace, old friends.

>888,887 people died
Yeah, I would hate Lieren too if I got cock blocked that hard.
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>>5229723
>Support
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>>5229693

What is the total number of casualties for this war?
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>>5229785
overall? I would think in the upper tens of thousands, probably a bit under 100,000
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>>5229693
>To heal Al-Uzza and mend her heart, and chase out any devils or shades that have made a home in her heart
>Beyond the unexplored horizon. Expand the Giant's road into the empty Vishnu territories and towards the lands of the Zoroast. Meet these strange people and search for Anahita
>Ask Dae-hyun if he wishes to be freed from his shell, and then give him the honor of helping raise Kanzeon and Mari's youngest sister as he heals.
Dae-hyun doesn't need to do anything right now so giving him the option should be no issue.
But we should aim for both sisters at once, even if it takes longer overall to get them both going the most important thing is that Lieren can ensure their safety, we have no idea what the state of things are for the both of them beyond long distance scans.
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We should totally add all of those verses to the journey right before or after our wedding.
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>>5229693
>>To heal Al-Uzza and mend her heart, and chase out any devils or shades that have made a home in her heart
That update might the the hardest one to read yet. We gotta make statues for our friends to match Small Chen and Bai's. Also, did Emps not send our boys over with any apothecaries? If not, that's 108 progenoids rotting away in the ground...
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>>5229840
They were able to salvage the geneseeds
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>>5229840
>Thankfully, they were all recovered intact and whole,
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>>5229693
>Ask Dae-hyun if he wishes to be freed from his shell, and then give him the honor of helping raise Kanzeon and Mari's youngest sister as he heals..
Now is the time for healing and repairs
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>>5229785
Including the Vishnu? A much scarier and 40k number, and the sheer power of the weaponry both they and the imperial army fielded makes identifying the dead a much more daunting process which is why Lieren never once tried to tally the total dead or just the Vishnu losses.
They were kind of a seething mass of khornate berserkers and cyborgs with no end. Kind of like World War Z, but with more "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GAWD" thrown in there

If you're only counting Long-Jia casualties, as Lieren has been, the march into Nitya Sinha's best imitation of commorragh, now with extra Khorne flakes certainly raised the tally.

Since until Avalokiteśvara got distracted by a certain prosperity man Kool-aid manning through her body and a bunch of minature version of him ripping and tearing important pylons and power cells, she and the city still had enough cloning facilities to still render the army within its insult to logical space virtually endless. Which is why Lieren destroyed their extent Cloning and weapon manufacturing sites, since fighting an army that could be endless ANYWHERE is much worse than fighting one that is only endless in a mc escher nightmare city powered by suns and pure unfiltered bloodlust.

And that's a lot harder to deal with, when you can't just, you know, explode the because the city is a ticking time bomb that could blow up the planet if not properly defused. Because of said Sun batteries

of course, the number of deaths before the assault on the Butcher's temple, were still much higher than previous wars, since the battles went from being fought with spears and rifles to being waged with things that would make the Admech blue screen from pleasure upon merely witnessing them in action.


And if you count Vishnu fatalities, the number of the whole, short but incredibly bloody war, sky rockets well into the absurd, since besides their incredibly powerful weapons, the Vishnu really enjoyed employing the old soviet "Wave of soon to be dead men" tactic magnified to a ridiculous extent. They just backed it up with terrifying Archeotech.

Which due to Lieren expecting shenanigans and love of creating new toys to kill things with, wasn't an advantage and Nitya and Vara didn't care since they were enjoying watching Vishnu Die by the immeasurable horde.

It was a bloody affair, but in the end. It did not please khorne, because a certain smug space china man didn't have the good graces to just fucking die.

But it pleased me to write it, all of it. Immensely

But don't worry, Long-Jia and Bask still have most of their people, the war bled them but not dry.

>>5229840
He did send apathecaries, don't worry. He isn't retarded like Black library likes to write him

>>5229850
Yes
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>>5229863
>But don't worry, Long-Jia and Bask still have most of their people, the war bled them but not dry.
The Shunni and the Vishnu need breeding programs and gene therapy to avoid a severe bottleneck then. Mari likes that sort of thing, right?
>He did send apathecaries, don't worry. He isn't retarded like Black library likes to write him
Thank God, I still wake up in cold sweats sometimes because of Master of Mankind.

I also thought the "Thankfully they were recovered intact and whole" bit referred to the bodies as a whole and not the geneseed specifically. But good to know I was wrong.
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>>5229873
Oh it did, but that includes the geneseed.

Also, should mention the 8 astartes of the fifty four that died that did not get butchered by the butcher, died holding the line and protecting soldiers of both terra and Shangrala. And they did die together.

Might right one of those <Records> about it at some point
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>>5229863
So Malal, did we do well?
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>>5229880
I would love to see that btw
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>>5229693
>To heal Al-Uzza and mend her heart, and chase out any devils or shades that have made a home in her heart

>Beyond the unexplored horizon. Expand the Giant's road into the empty Vishnu territories and towards the lands of the Zoroast. Meet these strange people and search for Anahita

>Ask Dae-hyun if he wishes to be freed from his shell, and then give him the honor of helping raise Kanzeon and Mari's youngest sister as he heals.

My tears are many, As I weep the loss of such brave men. May they not be forgotten in this quest, or in the future analogs of quests altogether.
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>>5229881
We were really fast so dad will be happy we followed his advice.
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>>5229693
>To heal Al-Uzza and mend her heart, and chase out any devils or shades that have made a home in her heart
>Beyond the unexplored horizon. Expand the Giant's road into the empty Vishnu territories and towards the lands of the Zoroast. Meet these strange people and search for Anahita
>Ask Dae-hyun if he wishes to be freed from his shell, and then give him the honor of helping raise Kanzeon and Mari's youngest sister as he heals.

We should invite Luli to help raise Kanzeon and Mari's youngest sister, also because I want to see some interactions between Luli and best boy Dae-Hyun.
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>>5230033
Yes, Luli the second best girl should talk with out best son.

She did deal with the little ones already. Now the big ones.
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>>5229693
>Ask Dae-hyun if he wishes to be freed from his shell.
>To heal Al-Uzza and mend her heart, and chase out any devils or shades that have made a home in her heart
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>>5229693
>Ask Dae-hyun if he wishes to be freed from his shell.
>To heal Al-Uzza and mend her heart, and chase out any devils or shades that have made a home in her heart

So many losses.
We will remember our companions forever, this heroes will be honored and praised in the future. And the Vishnu will grow again, even if Nitya did everything for break them now they are but a shadow of their former selves.
Zoroast you are next, the last tyrants will tremble in fear.

>>5230033
I also agree. Luli would fit
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>>5229762
Just imagine if the ghost of Cui Fu would've been considered good enough as the skull needed for ascension. All things considered that was really close to being disastrous.

I'm also imagining a bunch of super soldiers relearning how to be human and trying to figure out what children like. Kid's like food and war stories right? Are curses acceptable? What does the Journey say about this?
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>>5230163
the children can have a little cursing as a treat
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>>5229693
>To heal Al-Uzza and mend her heart, and chase out any devils or shades that have made a home in her heart

>Ask Dae-hyun if he wishes to be freed from his shell, and then give him the honor of helping raise Kanzeon and Mari's youngest sister as he heals.

>Find a home for your sons and daughters, be they of your own blood or that of the tigers. Then work free the last two surviving sisters
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>>5230163
>Just imagine if the ghost of Cui Fu would've been considered good enough as the skull needed for ascension
That would require him to have a skull.
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>>5230202
I don't want to metagame it to much, but we should try to introduce Cui Fu to Arianka. if he could fall under her sway instead of Khornes half-grasp on him he might be able to become some kind of angel for Leman Russ; she already occupies his home world, after all.
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>>5230314
Metagame? We know exactly how good he would be for her troop, that isn't meta gaming. He already spit in Korne's face and started Chinese Doomslaying.
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>>5230333
Meta-gaming in the sense that (i'm pretty sure) we don't know Arianka is recruiting (or was) on Fenris. We saw that, Lieren didn't, so it feels a little metagamey to me.
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>>5230351
First, stop being a faggot, second, we met her armies before, we know she has recruits. The fact she's on Fenris means nothing regardless of this.
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>>5230351
But we do know that Arianka has an army, that she is getting souls from Fenris, and that she is still trying to get free. We talked with berserker's soul that told us about Leman, during the attack on the hashur place.
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>>5230365
Are you always such a sperg when someone wants to make sure they aren't breaking any questing faux pas or are we just lucky tonight?
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>>5230415
Nobody cares, and nobody uses faux pas unless they come from Reddit. You haven't denied anything I said, so your a faggot, or trying to arbitrarily make dumb points to sway people into a dumb decision just for the hell of it.
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>>5230425
>nobody uses faux pas unless they come from Reddit.
The "accuse someone of being a redditor to hide my seething" tactic is not as effective as you think.
>You haven't denied anything I said, so your a faggot
Almost like I wasn't taking issue with the quest-related content of your post, but with the fact you're an ESL sperg.
>or trying to arbitrarily make dumb points to sway people into a dumb decision just for the hell of it.
I'd be thrilled if you could tell me which post of mine makes you think I'm trying to sway people to any decision, dumb or otherwise.
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>>5229693

>To heal Al-Uzza and mend her heart, and chase out any devils or shades that have made a home in her heart
>Ask Dae-hyun if he wishes to be freed from his shell, and then give him the honor of helping raise Kanzeon and Mari's youngest sister as he heals.

It was a great update, BUT it would be better to make several updates telling us how every friend if Listen fell, how army in general have faired and what unimaginable horrors and atrocities against humanity they found. Reading abridged version is not as impactful and glorious as full version should be, IMHO.
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>>5230448
ESL Sperg is the best you got?
>>5230314
Claim of metagaming.
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>>5229863
Are we going to be implanting geneseeds in new sons?
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>>5230525
probably once the big business is done and we build our fortress monastery, so yes but later
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>>5230365
?????
>>5230406
forgot about that
>>5230425
>Faux-pas was famously invented by, and only used on reddit
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>>5229863
Hey malal, when can we make the teleport claws?
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>>5230454
My opinion is the opposite. Malal doesn't have the time and slowing down the quest more isn't worth it.
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>>5230993
Didn't we use that technology for the teleporter?
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>>5230993
When you vote to make it.
>>5231011
>technology: the practical application of knowledge especially in a particular area
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>>5231011
>
we can use it for more then one thing.
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>>5230505
>ESL Sperg is the best you got?
It's the most accurate.
>Claim of metagaming.
Not me, schizo.
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Does anyone have the excerpts for how canon Lieren was supposed to turn out? I can't remember how much of a sperg he was meant to be without empathy
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>>5231609
The only one I can think of is this one from a Fulgrim novel

But was it his hand that was destined to do so? The Wolf-King thought not. The others seemed to share his disdain. Fulgrim bowed his head, suddenly weary. Seven voices were raised in doubt. Seven brothers, arrayed against the eighth. Even the normally contemplative master of the Second had broken his silence to accuse Fulgrim of hubris.

He snorted. There was an old Terran saying, about pots and kettles. He'd refrained from sharing it at the time. His quiet brother had no sense of humor that he was aware of. Perhaps that was why he spoke so little."
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>>5231609
I think malal said the moore canon second would have been raised by cui fu
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>>5231609
Aside from the excerpt from Fulgrim, the second was known to have gone to the Ymga Monolith, a Necron site, during the early days of the Great Crusade, but what he did there is unknown.

And as for what the canon 2nd and 11th did to get erased, The Chamber at the End of Memory stated that Guilliman and Dorn had the memoires of the two erased from the minds of the other 18 since knowledge of their fall would have "threatened the core ideals of the Great Crusade." Additionally, in the second edition of Dark Imperium, Cawl states that "The warriors were not at fault. The science is not at fault. Their Primarchs were."

That's about all there is on the 2nd, there's even less on the 11th.
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Calling the vote now. Sorry for the wait, was bothered by various pains yesterday, but they're mostly gone now. The flesh is weak, and my birthday is tomorrow.

To heal Al-Uzza and mend her heart, and chase out any devils or shades that have made a home in her heart:19

Ask Dae-hyun if he wishes to be freed from his shell, and then give him the honor of helping raise Kanzeon and Mari's youngest sister as he heals.: 18

Find a home for your sons and daughters, be they of your own blood or that of the tigers. Then work free the last two surviving sisters:5

Beyond the unexplored horizon. Expand the Giant's road into the empty Vishnu territories and towards the lands of the Zoroast. Meet these strange people and search for Anahita:7

Check in with our Tiger Kids, make sure things are ok with them and they don't feel to bad about stuff:1

invite Luli to help raise Kanzeon and Mari's youngest sister:3

Total votes: 22
So Lieren will march to heal Al-Uzza and mend her heart, chasing out any wicked spirits or devils that have made her their den

Whilst also offering Dae-Hyun freedom from the shell of his dreadnaught, accompanied by the honor of raising the sister born from Avalokiteśvara

Writing now

>>5229881
Better than most others could've done

>>5230454
Yeah, seeing the reactions it provoked makes me wish my stamina didn't give out before I could be tempted to try to. But I have their deaths vivid in my mind's eye, so I can always write them as a very sad treat.

Or you guys could take a crack at it if you wanted to

>>5230993
Whenever you want

>>5231842
Oh that was one of the visions the Unseen master forced upon Lieren during the battle. Which included Tao Lieren, if you recall
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>>5232142
Happy birthday Malal!
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>>5232142
Happy birthday mate!
It's been one hell of a ride since our boy was just called hunter.
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>>5232142
Happy birthday boi! This has been the top quest since I found the board
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Happy birthday Malal!
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>>5232142
HAPPY B-DAY
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>>5232142
Happy b-day brah.
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and as you admire the setting sun, as it casts the fog filled sky with a radiance of colors and cool light, you realize as the warmth of the breeze washes over your bare chest, that you are looking towards the Shuni Provinces, towards the land freed from the shadows of most repugnant tyranny, and the home of the people saved from the most corrupt and zealous followers of Chaos you have yet to encounter. The sand swept lands beneath which, injured and selfless Al-Uzza sleeps, warning her sisters and all others who can hear her weak voice to stay away from her as she bleeds into the sand and suffers in silences in the cool darkness beneath the earth. Beneath the long abandoned palace of Kamal Kanan, the wretched soul parasite whom you tore apart at the seams of those unfortunates who had become both his toys and food.

Immediately, as the desert winds washes against you, lifting your iron hued hair as it slips between Kanzeon's dark locks like a thousand gentle, admiring fingers, you realize your next destination truly lays beyond that horizon, towards the lands of the most devout who had freed themselves from their chains with both faith and fury. Where mortal tears and daemons blood mingled into the dark sands. A smirk lifts itself upon Kanzeon's plush lips as she senses your decision the moment you make it. The smirk slowly grows into a overjoyed grin, as she looks towards the horizon with all the brazen confidence and boldness you know well to expect from her, as the few rays of sunlight that pierce through the mists reveals her inner fierceness by setting her emerald eyes ablaze with a conviction only rivaled by her own. To see her remaining sisters healed and freed at last, to join her in the skies and the heavens further beyond.

"Why my sons, we shall free one of the ancient vessels I have found upon this land" You say quietly, glancing to Nikephoros and Dae-Hyun, though the other nine veterans and elder sons whom you have entrusted the secret of Kanzeon and the vessel that is her body show subtly their understanding of the hidden meaning in the otherwise simple command you have stated, immediatly, you can tell, the leaders of your partial legion are planning how to keep the secret between father and most trusted sons from their more novice and younger brother Astartes "A retrieval I have put off for sometime, as I know it to be damaged and fraught with dangers and fear..."

One of the eleven secret keeps, losing his composure for but a moment, hisses "Perkele" through his teeth

Your father's words and the oath and promise you made concerning the existence of chaotic spirits and forces, and the foul rulers who lead and control them all. You sigh and bow your head

"And fear a particularly hostile alien races has taken shelter within it, one I have encounter prior, replete with cruelty and sadism" You say darkly.
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With a glance you gauge the reactions of the two hundred and thirty six of your sons amongst the two hundred and forty seven remaining who do not know of the truth of Kanzeon's existence or that of her reclusive sister, Mari, whom you had to tell Elazar to refer to as "Pilot" rather than "Fair Lady beneath the Rime" when in their company so as not to arose suspicion amongst them concerning the reality of your fiancé and her kin . As you well expected, none of them show an ounce of hesitation or dread upon hearing the possibility they'd face a treacherous and cruel enemy beneath the sands. In fact, some of them you spot the signs of growing curiosity. They of course you recognize by the Azure color of their armors wrists and hands as belonging to the sect amongst your sons who took the lesson of learning from others and seeking to achieve understanding to their heart, who you had heard referred to by their rivals and philosophical opposition "Book-Wyrms".

Which you can only gather is a reference to a genealogical ancestor of Shangrala's recently reborn dragons, that according to one of your sons raised from the people of the Shuomi, fed upon written works. Which you realized was an obvious fabrication and joke, but you didn't reveal that to your son, and instead returned the favor by making him believe fully that their existed a rare subspecies of Fog panthers that could speak human tongues.

The Book Wyrms amongst your own genesons, of course, prefer their self-given titles, such as the formal "Scholars of the Subjugated" and the very informal "Motley Crew".

"I see there is no dissent towards this direction, when I have finished tending these fields, we shall set off immeditaly to excavate the long lost prize left by our forebearers" You say, before lifting your chin "Dae-Hyun, I require a moment of your time in private, to discuss a cover operation that will surely need your peerless expertise and fortitude to see through"

Kanzeon continues toiling in the field, remaining silent as one of two of your sons take that to mean that they do not have to stand at attention, and immediately begin to argue about a passage of the journey, while the soldiers that are your son's dear companions and comrades in arms spread out through the village, a few of the Shuomi rangers offering treats to the children, while a contingent of the Creti grave wardens sulks towards the graveyard alongside a few of your sons, whose "hands" are painted bone white, showing their membership of the sect that formed around the acceptance of death spoken of in the short message you had given them. "The Grave Heralds" they preferred to be called, or the "Realists", but they were mockingly named the "Boners" by their brothers.

Dae-Hyun stomped after you, as you lead him to a precipice beyond the village, where you then crossed your legs and sat down, he remained standing in the hulk of metal he was entombed in, admiring the horizon.
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"Feel I should say something poetic about this view" He muttered "Only way I won't stand out amongst your homeworld's beautiful culture, father. Though all I can come up with is "Damn, this fog is thick" "

A chuckle escaped your lips despite your best attempts to stifle it

"Dae-Hyun, you have as much makings of a great poet as the bear has at achieving fame as a potter, though I mean no offense" You cackle, causing a harsh, metallic guffaw to escape your son's weaponized casket

"None taken, genesire" Dae-Hyun replies formerly "We all have our talents, poetry isn't mine, clearly. But what did you wish to discuss with me that could not be spoken of, even amongst the rest of your inner circle"

You gazed longingly towards the horizon.

"I can free you from that cold tomb, my son, release your veins and lungs from its grasp, so you may live beyond it once again" You say, looking back at him as he was overwhelmed by countless emotions, most noticeably joy and caution "I have the ability to do so, the technology and medical knowledge to perform such an operation, you need only say the word, and you shall walk amongst the living again, My most stalwart of children"

"You're not fucking with me, are you genesire?" He asked bluntly, his tone reminding you of his mother's

"Why would I feel the need to so sadistically torment my own son?" You ask back, frowning as you once more looked towards the setting sun, plucking a long blade of grass and setting it between your lips to chew on as you laid back and enjoyed the warmth of dusk "I am being earnest, and honest. It is well within my power to mend your body, heal your fatal wounds, and release you from that prison"

"As you did our mother and auntie" Dae-Hyun said admiringly, as he walked closer to you and made his sarcophagus kneel "What are the risks of this operation, I mean, what are my chances of dying on a surgical table rather than the field like I was meant to?"

You raise an eyebrow in confusion?

"There are none" You blurt out, rather befuddled as Dae-Hyun lifts his dreadnaught's head, clearly in shock "Kanzeon or Mari would treat you, and their operating theaters are so advance they were able to repair the most mangled and crippled of men, such as Kang Yongrui"

"Little bastard with the advance cybernetics?" Dae-Hyun asked

"He is no bastard, but I believe you are correct in your guess" You say, snorting with giggles as you kicked one leg over the other "Another was Luli, whose broadcasts Chul-moo has taken to listening to as we travel. If you had seen the state she was in, when I first met her..."

"Tch, if I didn't know our kind didn't have such base desires, I'd think he had an interest beyond her lectures" Dae-Hyun laughs nervously, hiding his trepidation of accepting your offer and the freedom it entailed "But you'd hand out such a valuable treasure to me, I can't call myself a lowly grunt but...there'd be more deserving candidates for such a privilege, I am sure, my primarch"
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>>5232368

"Would there be? You are the hero of two worlds" You answer with a smile "Why do you fear being made whole, Dae-Hyun?"

"Those eyes of yours..." he muttered before letting out a static filled sigh "Because I should be dead, should've been long before I was blessed to meet you and hear your praise, and many men and women have taken a bullet meant for me. I feel...it is illogical, but I feel as though I am insulting those who gave their lives for mine, by undoing the scars I gained on the days of their death"

You close your eyes, and nod understandingly

"If you wish, Kanzeon will only perform enough treatment to repair your internals and perform no cosmetic treatment" You say softly with a father's gentleness "Leaving the wounds you keep as mementos untouched. My trusted brother Feng, has done similar, though he refuses to be treated at all"

"Fucking madman" Dae-Hyun chuckled "He had a limp and he managed to ride the Butcher "King" like he was a wild stallion, using his spear as the reigns, phenomenal fighter. Wish we could've got him as a kid, he would've made one hell of a space marine"

"So you have said of much of the company I keep" You say warmly, before the bitterness of those who you have lost so recently creeps into your mind and shadows it with dark clouds of grief "But would that please you? To be healed, yet remain scarred"

"You'd be losing one hell of a weapon's platform" Dae-Hyun jested "Sure you want to lose this firepower"

"I can improve that iron casket into a thing of elegance and swiftness, and remove the need of torturing its pilot by hooking them inside of it, defiling them to make them one with the machine as a corpse" You spit, hopping up to your feet "I take it, you accept this most generous offer, then?

"Fuck it, why not" Dae-Hyun says, crudely, holding out a massive metal fist towards the horizon "Just hope you aren't wasting an artifact that could've bettered mankind on this miracle"

"I would do no such thing, if I had such a tool, I'd replicate it immediately" You proclaimed, lifting your head to look towards the stars emerging from the black of the sky, only scarcely visible from the high hill upon which you stand "Oh, and one more thing my son, I shall entrust you with a great privilege and austere duty as well as this gift I give to you freely"

"And what is this task and honor?" He asks without hesitation

"Child rearing" You say with a most mischievous grin and twinkle in your gold hued eyes
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"These ruins stink of corruption and filth, must've been the den of some breed of mutant too vile to be considered human any longer" Chul-Moo grumbled, as he sat himself at the edge of the crater dotted with rubble and the remains of collapsed spires "Had to be, for father to destroy it so utterly"

One of the dusky skinned men of the party accompany the march to the depoluated region of the Shuni provinces looked at Chul-moo, as if he could understand the words he spoke.
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>>5232370

The Lieutenant looked him up and down, as the Queen and King that were trusted to steward and maintain this rather poor region of his father's home walked past them.

"Hey, hey, Moo!" A Sheowl ranger cried out "Don't the people native to this desert remind you of"

"The Sigillite?" Chul-moo answered before she could finish, as he kept his ears strained for the first sign of trouble delivered by the vox in his helmet, made of that strange metal his father had been blessed to discover and master "In their features and manner both, yes"

"Yeah, some more than others" The young soldier said with a smile, cybernetic eye focused on the mysterious Luo Zedong, who Chul-Moo had learned could speak common gothic after making a ventured guess of the origin of his many burn scars and how he came to earn the esteem of seemingly every other Shuni amongst their guides "Wonder if there's a connection there...Say, big brother, what do you think Great Lieren and the ten men are up to, beneath the soil"

Chul-moo had advised himself, and been told by his superior, Nikephoros, to not think of such things, lest he endure some undefined punishment carried out by the Creti astartes own hands

"Don't have a clue, but whatever it is, he sure took a lot of those machines down with them, and I got reports an hour ago from fifth company..."Chul-Moo began to explain to the baselines under his command and watch, as one of his gene-brothers warily watched Luo as he muttered and stalked around with that old sage Guozhi before he and the other astartes keeping guard of the southern most perimeter of the massive fuck off crater returned to scanning the wilderness and nearby ruins of great temples and palaces, buried by sand and soil.

"The one headed by that Book-wyrm...think they broke orders and ventured inside?" The Ranger asked, biting into one of the strange fruit offered by the entorage of the Shuni Queen and her warrior King who Chul-Moon vaguely recalled fighting in that meatgrinder of a city, The battle there was worse than the one waged in the warrens of the Beastial mutations that caused him his natural lungs and arm.

Chul-Moo grunted in displeasure, as his hand reached for a fresh Iho stick, and found only three, bent, and bloodsoaked sticks left in the last pack he managed to sneak through the "Golden Dragon's river" as his father had so proudly told him the interdimensional tunnel was called.

"Curse the non existent gods of the times of ignorance. But no, I don't think Sergeant Aadolf is so curious as to disobey our primarch's direct missive to NOT follow him in the eerily glowing pit of doom " Chul-Moo snarled, smacking his near empty back on the rock to dislodge one of the iho sticks, which he then retrieved with his teeth,
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he wondered how those tigerlings were doing, particularly that one that could smash rocks with his open hand, he was something special and if he wasn't an abhuman he'd have petitioned command and his father to see if he could undertake the process of becoming an astarte like himself. Kid had character, and guts. All of them did. Hell, he was pretty sure Avinash nearly beat one of his subordinates in an armwrestle once, even though the marine was going easy on the kid.

Then, Chul-moo, to his great displeasure, found one of his last three Iho sticks plucked from his mouth by one of the Shuni, who had a great thick beard and a bald head, and a very punchable face at that particular moment. But He held back his anger, knowing that a punch could kill the man, and that killing the locales was against the Journey's teachings...he was fairly certain.

So he settled for rising to his full height and growling "Fucks your problem"

"No. No. Bad leaf. Foul leaf" The man muttered in gibbered gothic, before motioning Chul-Moo to follow him to the campfire the locales had set up near his emplacement "Come, give good smoke"

"I would like to apologize" Chul-Moo chuckled, as he took the offer for relief, figuring that if nothing had happened for the last four nights, nothing of consequence would happen under his watch "Brothers, I am patrolling the outer perimeter, this soldier has informed me of a peculiarity I must investigate"

The young ranger giggled, while his brother astartes all but rolled their eyes

"I will record this in my official report, sir" one of them grumbled as Chul-Moo escaped to partake in this "Good Smoke" he had been offered "I'm sure Primarch Lieren will be pleased to hear about your...initiative. Remember, The gravest sin, the greatest act of foolishness one can commit, is to chase and spend their energy, wealth or power in the pursuit of life's base pleasures"

"However, it is not necessary not lock yourself away from all of the joys and pleasure of life. For happiness is a key component of humanity. Simply indulge moderately and wisely" Chul-moo quoted back, as he was lead by the Shuni to a strange glass device with a long hose coming from its top, around which seemingly half of their local guides sat around in utter contentment

"Hookah" The bearded baseline said, as he offered the hose trailing with smoke to Chul-Moo

"Says the man who goes through Iho sticks faster than a storm bolter goes through shells!" His brother called back as Chul-moo took his seat, and indulged moderately and wisely upon "Good smoke"

And the bearded man was right, it was much better than any iho stick he ever had.
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It had been a delicate and difficult process, repairing the leak of warp energies. You could not even enter Al-Uzza properly, and relied on Kanzeon's drones to explore the wreckage.
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>>5232373

Only when you were certain the leaking radiation was of low enough levels for you to enter without allowing a horde of wicked spirits to escape into realspace or to cause mutations in the ten sons accompanying you, lead by Nikephoros of course, you ventured down, established a base camp and waited for the drones to return or for them to be destroyed by whatever lurked in the depths so your courageous sons could march forth and kill whatever it was.

After the "Alien beings" and "Foul mutations" that still dwelled within her were summarily dealt with and executed, you sent the third batch of drones to find Al-Uzza's leaking heart. And then a fourth, fifth, sixth and half of a seventh wave to repair it, as many Dragonflies fell to mend the breach in realspace and repair the damages to both the containers for Al-Uzza's vast and brilliant soul as well as the engine that powered her body and allowed its travels.

Then, able to venture deeper, you began repairs after cleaning out the long dead crew who had died at their stations, giving them a proper burial in the sands above under the cover of night. Your sons remained wary, as they mapped out the remained of Al-Uzza's still form, and brought back to you the artifacts you requested them to search for, not knowing they were entirely human in nature though being told they required immediate destruction.

And so, slowly, gradually, Al-Uzza was treated and healed, though Kanzeon did most of the work once the infection had been lanced from her metallic flesh.

What do you do, once Al-Uzza is ready to be awakened, Lieren?

>Allow Kanzeon and her to hold a private conversation, while you tell your sons who aren't in the know the good news, that you have gained a third "Archeotech Leviathan"!

>Speak with Al-Uzza with Kanzeon, ask her what disaster befell her, and take the chance to compare her character to her sisters' personalities

>Allow your sons who are privy to the true nature of Kanzeon and her sisters, to greet Al-Uzza as she wakes as well

>Contact Mari and bring her and Elazar to the awakening. Both sisters deserve this chance to heal after what they had to do at the war's end.

>Write in

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Thank you all very much for the Birthday wishes. Been having a hell of a time writing this Quest.
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>>5232375
>Allow Kanzeon and her to hold a private conversation, while you tell your sons who aren't in the know the good news, that you have gained a third "Archeotech Leviathan"!
>Speak with Al-Uzza with Kanzeon, ask her what disaster befell her, and take the chance to compare her character to her sisters' personalities
>Contact Mari and bring her and Elazar to the awakening. Both sisters deserve this chance to heal after what they had to do at the war's end.
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>>5232381
>Support
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>>5232375
>Contact Mari and bring her and Elazar to the awakening. Both sisters deserve this chance to heal after what they had to do at the war's end.
>Bring the new sister that inhabits Avalokiteśvara old shell, and her new babysitter, your son Dae-Hyun
Instereting that they made a connection between the Shunni space arab ex-sorceror who is now fanatic to a new belief and follow a superhuman with the Malcador, another space arab ex-sorceror who is fanatical to a new belief and follows a superhuman.
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>>5232375


>Allow Kanzeon and her to hold a private conversation, while you tell your sons who aren't in the know the good news, that you have gained a third "Archeotech Leviathan"!

>Contact Mari and bring her and Elazar to the awakening. Both sisters deserve this chance to heal after what they had to do at the war's end.
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>>5232375
>>Allow Kanzeon and her to hold a private conversation, while you tell your sons who aren't in the know the good news, that you have gained a third "Archeotech Leviathan"!
>>Speak with Al-Uzza with Kanzeon, ask her what disaster befell her, and take the chance to compare her character to her sisters' personalities
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>>5232375
>Allow Kanzeon and her to hold a private conversation, while you tell your sons who aren't in the know the good news, that you have gained a third "Archeotech Leviathan"!
>Speak with Al-Uzza with Kanzeon, ask her what disaster befell her, and take the chance to compare her character to her sisters' personalities
>Contact Mari and bring her and Elazar to the awakening. Both sisters deserve this chance to heal after what they had to do at the war's end.
This update was great. Very comfy.
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>>5232375
>Speak with her ourselves
>Allow Kanzeon and Mari to be here.

We do need to get a handle on her personality.
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>>5232375
>>Contact Mari and bring her and Elazar to the awakening. Both sisters deserve this chance to heal after what they had to do at the war's end.
>>Speak with Al-Uzza with Kanzeon, ask her what disaster befell her, and take the chance to compare her character to her sisters' personalities
Happy birthday, bossman. Here's to many more.
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>>5232375
>Thank you all very much for the Birthday wishes. Been having a hell of a time writing this Quest.

Sir please, We're just Unga Bunga people trying to fucking survive and knock up a ship. Your the one doing the hard work here.
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>>5232375
>Speak with Al-Uzza with Kanzeon, ask her what disaster befell her, and take the chance to compare her character to her sisters' personalities
>Contact Mari and bring her and Elazar to the awakening. Both sisters deserve this chance to heal after what they had to do at the war's end.
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>>5232375
>>Speak with Al-Uzza with Kanzeon, ask her what disaster befell her, and take the chance to compare her character to her sisters' personalities
>Contact Mari and bring her and Elazar to the awakening. Both sisters deserve this chance to heal after what they had to do at the war's end.
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>>5232375
>>>Speak with Al-Uzza with Kanzeon, ask her what disaster befell her, and take the chance to compare her character to her sisters' personalities
>Contact Mari and bring her and Elazar to the awakening. Both sisters deserve this chance to heal after what they had to do at the war's end.
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Just popping in to wish you all a happy easter, since I just realized my birthday shares the date with it this year.
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>>5233687
Malal has risen!
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>>5233687
Your birthday is today, right?
Happy birthday!
I have been enjoying this quest tremendously and I'm impatient to see everything you have in store for it.
My only issue is that on the one hand I want the story to quickly progress to us joining the Imperium, but on the other I am enjoying Shangrala so much I don't really want it to end! It's a pretty great problem to have, to be honest.
Happy Easter to you too.
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>>5233687
Happy Easter Malal!
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>>5233687
Happe Easter too brah kek.
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>>5232375
>>Allow Kanzeon and her to hold a private conversation, while you tell your sons who aren't in the know the good news, that you have gained a third "Archeotech Leviathan"!
>>Speak with Al-Uzza with Kanzeon, ask her what disaster befell her, and take the chance to compare her character to her sisters' personalities
>>Contact Mari and bring her and Elazar to the awakening. Both sisters deserve this chance to heal after what they had to do at the war's end.

>>5233687
happy birthday and happy easter !
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>>5233687
happy B-day!
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>>5232375

>Allow Kanzeon and her to hold a private conversation, while you tell your sons who aren't in the know the good news, that you have gained a third "Archeotech Leviathan"!
Technically we have five and still need to recover three more.
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>>5232375
>>Contact Mari and bring her and Elazar to the awakening. Both sisters deserve this chance to heal after what they had to do at the war's end.
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>>5233687
Happy birthday brother.
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Calling the vote now.

Allow Kanzeon and her to hold a private conversation, while you tell your sons who aren't in the know the good news, that you have gained a third "Archeotech Leviathan"!:8

Speak with Al-Uzza with Kanzeon, ask her what disaster befell her, and take the chance to compare her character to her sisters' personalities:10

Contact Mari and bring her and Elazar to the awakening. Both sisters deserve this chance to heal after what they had to do at the war's end.:12

Bring the new sister that inhabits Avalokiteśvara old shell, and her new babysitter, your son Dae-Hyun:1

Total votes: 14

So Lieren will contact Mari, and bring her and Elazar to Witness Al-Uzza's awakening, speak with her and ask what disaster befell her to get a read on her character, before allowing the sisters their privacy and declaring to his sons the success of his mission.

Writing now
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Thanks once again for the wishes. And I had a very nice celebration. Got tickets to Sabaton, a copy of Dune and a very luxurious meal. And a delicious chocolate orange cake
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she's the last of the sisters right?
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>>5235208
>copy of Dune
Book or movie and which version.
>>5235222
Nope we still have one "live" ship and two "dead" ships to dig up.
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>>5235222
Second to last, Anahita is in the lands of the Zoroast. And there are two empty ships in the other two nations.
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>>5235227
Book
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Nikephoros could tell, from the atmosphere surrounding the excavation site, that there was no small amount of jealously surrounding the favor and trust he and his fellow members of the "Council of Eleven Sons", as some of the native Shangralas had began to refer to them, not only in conversation both casual and significant, but also in the various components of the seemingly vast Bureaucracy of the Long-Jian empire. Everything from daily reports, to official ledgers detailing the exact composition of the marching force down to the individual level, and even the grossly exaggerated and dramatic and utterly needless recreations of the battles they had waged in the tail end of the war against that up start techno barbarian king who thought he could threaten one of the Emperor of mankind's eldest sons. It, was something he had noticed among the populace, they had a flair for the elegant and complex that bordered on obsession.

Yet somehow, they worked far more efficiently than any society on terra, to the point he could not help but wonder if they were all augmented in some manner to produce such results. Nikephoros leveled a suspicious glare at one of the many scribes that followed his father wherever he went, and quickly had his attention drawn back to the attention focused on him. Standing at attention, he adjusted his posture and gazed towards the horizon, or what he could see of it through the ever present and obscuring fogs and mists. Apparently a natural feature of this planet, and what sat before him was considered thin and transparent.

Just as transparent as the envy his brothers showed towards him and the handful of other veterans who were privy to their father's dearest secrets, his matrimony to honored Matron Kanzeon, and her existence as both a collection of human souls and that these souls actually inhabited the archeotech leviathan that seemed to Nikephoros like it...she should've been able to end the conflict they were sent to decisively decide and crush. But, Nikephoros had learned, through the journey and the many fold oddities within the company Lieren kept and respected, a show of favor that turned even Nikephoros' level mind green with envy at times. An envy, that was now overshadowed by his learning desire to know, what secrets were beyond even the trust entrusted into him by his father, who took such pride in the deeds and accomplishments of his sons.

Like what duty Former Legion master Dae-Hyun had been sent away to see to so suddenly and in a very hushed and secretive manner. Or why, suddenly, he and the remaining nine astartes making up the Council of eleven sons were sent out from the resting form of Matron Kanzeon's fallen sister.

Nikephoros sighed through his nose. His father had his reasons. He could not question the wisdom and shrewdness of he who earned the loyalty and love of a woman more powerful and ancient than any other, and who had created a philosophy as great as the Journey.
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One of the off worlders his father saved from the hands of filth xenos, spat on the ground as Nikephoros returned to his contemplations, now practicing the breathing excessive his father advised his sons to practice to center themselves and keep their minds clear of unnecessary mental detritus.

"Wonder why the primarch though we needed this heavy of a force to dig in the sand?" A Creti grave warden asked in his native dialect.

Nikephoros knew well. The parasitic xenos beneath the sands were troublesome foes, and Nikephoros has seen the worst of Terran and Shangralan war, he was certain. Obviously, his father feared the beasts had nested beyond the crashsite itself, and wished to establish a perimeter to halt the emergence of any such hive, incase the excavation of Al-Uzza or her reawakening roused the wretched horde for their isolation beneath the burning sands.

A cunning strategy. Preventing the endangering of civilians lives, while also keeping the populace from panicking by hiding the existence of such a threat. It wouldn't do, to have menials and laborers refuse to leave their homes out of fear that more hidden threats lay beneath their feet. Which was a right they had, which, was perhaps one of the most shocking Nikephoros himself had learned of. And one that had precedence in the journey. The freedom the Shangralans enjoyed and took for granted would make even the highest of terra's nobility seem like slaves chained to the Imperial throne.

That thought amused him, and he chose to make a point of remembering it to share with his Terra bound brothers, should he live to reunite with them.

But once more, his mind began to wander back, on the mysteries he had been denied access to. Dae-Hyun's mission, and the reason for the secrecy surrounding Al-Uzza's awakening

"Tch, if I think any deeper, I'll become a book-wyrm" Nikephoros chided himself, before the auto senses of his armor picked up a disturbance in the sands. furrows rising and falling through the great, wind swept dunes.

"Swallowers of sin" One of the local guides hissed, before glancing back to the Astartes gathered around the base camp above the excavation sight, and shrugging and returning to his book "Eh, they will not stand much of a chance"

"Finally some action!" One of his battle brothers shouted, and Nikephoros took command, to ensure an ordered and efficient defense and counter assault against whatever a "Swallower of sin" was.

Judging from the readings of his helmet's auto senses, some breed of constricting serpent.
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Mari did not have a physical presence in during the awakening process, having needed time to adjust the physical secondary Kanzeon had pushed her into creating to be more suitable for traveling through the frigid lands of the Bask republic until. However, her great shadow, along with Kanzeon's own, fell over the ruin that had once held the most repugnant degeneration of humanity to have ever befouled Shangrala's fair air.
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Elazar was beside you, standing to your left as Kanzeon stood at your right, though he did not cling to your arm as your fiancé did. She showed her anticipation and worry by burying her nails into your arm, and squeezing as tightly as she could with a grip that would breaker a lesser man's bones

"Sorry" Kanzeon said hurriedly, now chewing on her thumb to redirect her nervous energy "Not nervous, just concerned"

"I am, myself, in awe. To be so blessed as to witness not one, but two of our mothers awaken from the deep slumber of the ages" Elazar sighed, his mind having mended from the duress and damages it had sustained from the shock of losing so many so dearly and closely held to his heart. According to Mari, he had found purpose in raising a new generations of knights, who you could only hope would be half as valiant and virtuous and selfless as his now lost band of heroes, who fought by your side against the rotting legions of hell.

"I appreciate your enthusiasm, but for Al-Uzza, she has only taken a nap" Kanzeon said sweetly but teasingly "Or, a more apt description would be passing out"

"After being stabbed in the stomach" Mari darkly added "B..but yes, in her case it'd be passing out, I'd describe my...uh, rest as fainting"

"Sleeping" Kanzeon admitted chipperly "Until a fascinating mind came traipsing through my belly"

"How terrifying you were, when we first met" You remarked, crossing your arms as Elazar raised his head and copied the motion

"Isolation and quiet do terrible things to a mind" Kanzeon whispered, and you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her into your comforting embrace "Hmph, hook line and sinker, you're too easy"

"I just hope Al wasn't conscious and aware like you were, despite my..uh, predicament, at least" Mari mutters, and you wish you could offer her comfort for the ordeal she went through "You did enough saving me, asking for any more would be...rude"

"And don't think about two timing me with my own sister" Kanzeon teased, causing your face to flush red and burn "Ah, adorable"

"Truly, Lady Kanzeon is a terrifying opponent in the marital duel" Elazar laughed "So when will she"

"Reactivate?" Mari asked

"Wake up" Kanzeon said as she pulled you closer and held you tighter "She already is, she's just ignoring us to make certain the diagnostic readouts and initial scans are correct and not misaligned through malfunction or damage sustained to her internal hardware. In fact...any second now"

"Yeah, in three seconds she should notice out energy signatures above her coordinates" Mari said happily "She tends to get distracted easily, I think its cute"

"I find focus to be more endearing" Kanzeon said, resting her head on your shoulders "Good moring, Al-uzza"

"Are you awake now, Al-uzza?" Mari asked.
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Immediately, a pale figure of projected light, bright pink in hue appeared. You noticed the resemblance to her sister's immediately. She wore her hair shorter than Kanzeon, but longer than Mari, to the point she could tie it into a tail. Her dress, was also less ceremonial and regal than either of her sister's projected images of themselves. It was orderly, efficient and closer to the uniforms worn by their long dead crew and passengers. Slowly, she masked the holographic nature of her image, and appeared even more like her siblings, the primary difference being that she did not present herself in such a grandiose fashion, and her eyes were bright pink.

She pushed who two middle fingers up the bridge of her nose, making a show of adjusting the glasses her projection wore, as Elazar all but fell to his knees in awe.


"Of course, we would've been rescued in short order, even considering the cascade of Empyrean energy that had consumed the galaxy. We were, after all, designed to serve an irreplicable role for mankind's expansion and development" She said monotonously, in a manner similar to how Kanzeon and Mari spoke, when they were still trying to act like machines.

She paced around you, inspecting you curiously, but pausing to glance towards Elazar with what looked like subdued suprise.

"A new development? A gene designed lineage? Clearly created in response to the Cybernetic revolt and long night. Far more sturdy than prior strains of humanity, near indestructible from my initial analysis. Empyrean energies interwoven at a sub molecular level, altered and enhanced neural pathways, unknown alloys in the chemical composition of the flesh...new internal anatomy" She continued on "Judging from the uniform, this rescue mission was not expected to present lethal danger to the recovery team


She paused and looked again at Elazar

"Especially if it included an unaltered stock of humanity amongst the experts" She said, not dismissively by intent, but insulting by context, before she turned to face Kanzeon's avatar "And you have...made yourself a meat puppet?"

"That's what breaks the facade, really?" Kanzeon said drolly, brushing her hand through Al-uzza's hologram

"I meant no offense, it is simply...odd you of all of us would do such a thing" She says, once more compose and once more adjusting her glasses "I figured Kuan Im would be the one to devout resources to such a fancy, even considering the disastrous predicament of our arrival to this anomalous tilted planetoid"

"Uh" Mari nearly whined as Kanzeon's eyes began to burn with a rage that could rival your own deepest angers in intensity

"Is something wrong? Your emotional readings off of the charts, far beyond levels expected for light ribbing" Al-Uzza said calmly, unaware of the votality of the subject she stumbled into
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"No matter. Has a consensus been reached among us yet? I assume the other's damages have been similarly treated, and I am the last considering the intricacies required in repairing such intensive damages to my "Heart". Shall we continue our mission, or has our destination been resigned to this planet, designated"

Al-uzza paused, clearly searching her database for the record concerning Shangrala as it was eons ago

"Al-uzza" Kanzeon said quietly, having subdued and buried her anger "We forgot to adjust your internal chronometer when fixing you, we...the situation"

You raise a hand, as Al-uzza quickly begins to show signs of panic in her avatar and in the subtle vibrations and shifting of her body

"Al-uzza, may I ask the nature of the disaster that befell you?" You say, interrupting Kanzeon's explanation to calm the now upset Al-uzza down to prevent a leak of Empyrean radiation from slipping through her recently mended "heart"

"Oh..oh you must be an engineer specialized in repair" She says, now clearly trying to avoid facing the truth of the matter, to not be made to accept the true severity of the tragedy that befell not only herself and her sisters, but all of mankind "Nearly eighty percent of my primary systems suffered severe damage, hampering my ability to function and endangering my crew and passengers lives, worse yet, the kinetic shock of landing was of such force it damaged by Empyrean field generator, and crippled my power supply. The leaks of the extradimensional radiation built up rapidly, and became unmanageable and soon fatal to human life, so I evacuated all hands and set the warning signal to establish a quarantine zone before sealing all entrances to prevent further contamination of the immediate surrounds. I..I take it that"

She adjusted her glasses, the lights in the corridor flashing between blue and violet

"My initial estimates of the percentage of survivors were flawed in their calculations" She said, her severe facade falling as her voiced cracked with worry "That must be why Kanzeon is showing increased ranges of emotional stability and why Mari has grown silent, and why you are...a creation far advance from the current technology of the time, and and"

"Al" Mari whimpered "Stop, you're just going to hurt yourself. We've suffered enough"

"How much" Al-uzza's voice rose, strained to the point of becoming half static

Kanzeon looked towards you with mourning eyes, and you understood what she asked without a thought exchanged

"Come Elazar, lets leave them to their discussion, men have no place in a conversation between sisters" You hurriedly whisper, tapping the proud knight on his shoulder

"A man must know when he's not wanted" He muttered sadly, glancing back at Al-uzza, his eyes filled with as much concern as you feel

"Al, I know this is going to be hard for you to understand, given you were the one who made the calculations for our emergency jump and crash landing but" Kanzeon began softly.

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Al-Uzza hallways began to light up with her panic as you heard Kanzeon and Mari's voices trail through the now shuddering ship

"It was disastrous, you are one of the luck ones" Kanzeon said hesitantly

"Only us and Anahita are left" Mari whispered quietly "And Kuan im and Avalokiteśvara went crazy and turned this planet into a hellscape"

Everything went silent, as you lifted Elazar up to carry him away from the vessel before the emotions bubbling around you exploded out

"Oh, and an evil, soul eating sorcerer made his home above your head, figured you should now" Kanzeon said, perhaps in an attempt to soften the blow of the much more emotionally damaging revelations spoken a moment before.

You manage to reach the surface right before Al-Uzza begins crying out, and in her panic and desperate attempt to escape her own dread and confusion, lifts herself high into the sky with a loud, mechanical wailing.

You nearly run over one of your sons clearing the emergence point, as sand and rubble falls from the sky like rain.

With Elazar on your shoulders, you look over the stunned expressions of your sons and the terrified soldiers gathering behind them as they follow their soldier's instincts to establish a defensive line almost immediately after the ground broke open to reveal Al-Uzza in all her vastness.

"We're working on calming her down" Kanzeon meekly whispered in your ear "She isn't taking this well, worse than Mari"

"Haha" Mari nervously spat back "You're the odd one out of us three, for being calm enough to court a husband despite everything! Despite everything going wrong! I though I was supposed to the one charged with atmospheric thermodynamics! How did you keep such a cool head?"

"Mari, I know that was rude, ruder than usual, but now is not the time to argue! A-Uzza is having a panic attack, you know how she gets when things don't go according to plan. Worse yet, she's blaming herself" Kanzeon said back, some how maintain a chipper tone

"Just a little on edge right now, you're forgiven, s..sorry if I was snappy" Mari squeaked "This really isn't pleasant for any of us, and I'm starting to freak out!"

those who cannot hear the mental voices of Kanzeon and Mari as they struggle to maintain their own calm in the face of their sister's outburst of panic, namely all of your sons and the soldiers brought to reinforcement look to you, waiting for you to speak a command to attack, retreat, or stand.

Thankfully, you are very talented at improv.

"Behold! Our labors have borne fruit! We have reclaimed another of humanities lost treasures! Our success will surely sing through the ages, as a turning point in the fortunes of wider humanity! Like a star rising to the heavens, this vessel is a harbinger of future providence and prosperity! " You declare, and after a moment, the unmodified humans among your entourage began to cheer and celebrate, certain that you were not lying to them and they did not face impending death.
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You just hoped Kanzeon wouldn't need to calm down both her sisters, if one's panic worsened the others.

What do you do once Al-Uzza is calmed and brought up to speed, Lieren?

>Speak with her and her sisters, now that she's settled and apologize for taking so long to heal and free her

>Begin preparations to travel to Zoroast, while Mari shows Al-uzza around Shangrala to satisfy her curiosity

>Check on Dae-Hyun's recovery, while Al-Uzza is introduced to her younger sister by Mari and Kanzeon

>Check on Feng, Jinhai and Aruna, to ensure they've recovered as swiftly as Elazar

>Write in
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>>5235316

>>Speak with her and her sisters, now that she's settled, and apologize for taking so long to heal and free her
>>Begin preparations to travel to Zoroast, while Mari shows Al-Uzza around Shangrala to satisfy her curiosity

Interesting, that Lieren's secrecy is already making his sons feel jealous and left out. He really does have a lot in common with empy
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>>5235316
>>Check on Feng, Jinhai and Aruna, to ensure they've recovered as swiftly as Elazar
>>Speak with her and her sisters, now that she's settled and apologize for taking so long to heal and free her
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>>5235316
>>Speak with her and her sisters, now that she's settled and apologize for taking so long to heal and free her
>>Check on Dae-Hyun's recovery, while Al-Uzza is introduced to her younger sister by Mari and Kanzeon
>>Check on Feng, Jinhai and Aruna, to ensure they've recovered as swiftly as Elazar
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>>5235316
>Check on Feng, Jinhai and Aruna, to ensure they've recovered as swiftly as Elazar

>Begin preparations to travel to Zoroast, while Mari shows Al-uzza around Shangrala to satisfy her curiosity

>>5235321
I think it will be fair to have a pow wow with our sons once we have built the fortress monastary, especially since we have 3 companies worth of marines and geneseed they'll be perhaps our most veteran and set good examples for the rest of our sons when they finally arrive. Also what are other anons thoughts on asking Aruna if he and his people would help us in the training of new marines?
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>>5235329
>Also what are other anons thoughts on asking Aruna if he and his people would help us in the training of new marines?
I think Aruna has his work cut out for him when it comes to making sure his people's culture survives the radical bottleneck the war is forcing them through. I'd personally want to avoid adding onto his list of responsibilities and leave the training of new recruits to the veterans. But that's just me.
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>>5235329
I would imagine the marines already know how to train new recruits.
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>>5235316
>>Speak with her and her sisters, now that she's settled and apologize for taking so long to heal and free her
>>Begin preparations to travel to Zoroast, while Mari shows Al-uzza around Shangrala to satisfy her curiosity
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>>5235316
>>Speak with her and her sisters, now that she's settled and apologize for taking so long to heal and free her
>>Check on Dae-Hyun's recovery, while Al-Uzza is introduced to her younger sister by Mari and Kanzeon
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>>5235316
> Speak with her and her sisters, now that she's settled and apologize for taking so long to heal and free her
> Begin preparations to travel to Zoroast, while Mari shows Al-uzza around Shangrala to satisfy her curiosity
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>>5235316
>Write in
With the war over and things going as they are I propose we have a proper chat with our sons. We need to mend the Chimera Legion we have become before the fractures spread. From that unity there will be trust built up but also leading up to a manner we can begin to entrust more to them in tasks and duties which will make them feel included in our plans and actions.

>Check on Dae-Hyun's recovery, while Al-Uzza is introduced to her younger sister by Mari and Kanzeon

>Check on Feng, Jinhai and Aruna, to ensure they've recovered as swiftly as Elazar

This is a time to recover
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>>5235316
>>Speak with her and her sisters, now that she's settled and apologize for taking so long to heal and free her
>Check on Dae-Hyun's recovery, while Al-Uzza is introduced to her younger sister by Mari and Kanzeon
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>>5235316
>Check on Feng, Jinhai and Aruna, to ensure they've recovered as swiftly as Elazar
>Speak with her and her sisters, now that she's settled and apologize for taking so long to heal and free her
We gotta pour some dragon spite down for tha boyz. We mourn their loss, but we'll always cherish their memories.
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>>5235316
> Speak with her and her sisters, now that she's settled and apologize for taking so long to heal and free her
> Begin preparations to travel to Zoroast, while Mari shows Al-uzza around Shangrala to satisfy her curiosity
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>>5235463
+1 the write in. The sub groups in our legion is neato, but I don't think it would be healthy if it gets divided further if Chaos tries to pull some bullshit. Ya gotta read THE WHOLE BOOK! Not just pick and choose your favorite chapters!
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>>5235463
I support.

As another anon said.
YOU GOTTA READ THE WHOLE BOOK!
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>>5235316
>Speak with her and her sisters, now that she's settled and apologize for taking so long to heal and free her
>Check on Feng, Jinhai and Aruna, to ensure they've recovered as swiftly as Elazar
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>>5235316
>Speak with her and her sisters, now that she's settled and apologize for taking so long to heal and free her

>Begin preparations to travel to Zoroast, while Mari shows Al-uzza around Shangrala to satisfy her curiosity
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>>5235316
>Begin preparations to travel to Zoroast, while Mari shows Al-uzza around Shangrala to satisfy her curiosity
>Check on Dae-Hyun's recovery, while Al-Uzza is introduced to her younger sister by Mari and Kanzeon
>Talk with our sons about mending the Chimera Legion, mainly by having philosophical debates. Also allow them to voice their jealousy, worries of our secrecy and any favoritism. A family should never de divided.
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>>5235316
>>Check on Feng, Jinhai and Aruna, to ensure they've recovered as swiftly as Elazar
Our boys need some attention too, we can prepare for the hike to Zoroast afterwards.
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>>5235463
>>5235329
adding support for the write in
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>>5235316
>Speak with her and her sisters, now that she's settled and apologize for taking so long to heal and free her

>Begin preparations to travel to Zoroast, while Mari shows Al-uzza around Shangrala to satisfy her curiosity

Its a fucking shame the emperor is gonna cuck us outta all these adorable shipfu's, Or the Ad-mech.
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>>5235463
+1
Read son READ!
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>>5235817

It would also be a shame if we turned traitor since we have standing employment offers with the chaos gods and access to warp technology and ships with records from the golden age. Would be a real shame if we learn about Moloch or Shangrila turns out to have a similar location.
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>>5235316

changing from >>5235464
to support
>>5235463
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>>5235316
>Begin preparations to travel to Zoroast, while Mari shows Al-uzza around Shangrala to satisfy her curiosity
>Speak with her and her sisters, now that she's settled and apologize for taking so long to heal and free her
Lieren MUST at least ensure that the last living ship sister is safe, would be terrible if skaven/dark eldar/chaos get to her before Lieren does and he gets hit was his first great failure.
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>>5235316
>Speak with her and her sisters, now that she's settled and apologize for taking so long to heal and free her
>Check on Dae-Hyun's recovery, while Al-Uzza is introduced to her younger sister by Mari and Kanzeon
this too>>5235463
Its time to tell our sons their new Aunt is currently in the middle of a panic attack, and needs a few minuets. Also telling them they have a Mom as well as having Aunts whom are cyber princess ships.
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>Write in
With the war over and things going as they are I propose we have a proper chat with our sons. We need to mend the Chimera Legion we have become before the fractures spread. From that unity there will be trust built up but also leading up to a manner we can begin to entrust more to them in tasks and duties which will make them feel included in our plans and actions.

>Check on Dae-Hyun's recovery, while Al-Uzza is introduced to her younger sister by Mari and Kanzeon

>Check on Feng, Jinhai and Aruna, to ensure they've recovered as swiftly as Elazar
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>>5235316
>Begin preparations to travel to Zoroast, while Mari shows Al-uzza around Shangrala to satisfy her curiosity
>Check on Dae-Hyun's recovery, while Al-Uzza is introduced to her younger sister by Mari and Kanzeon
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>>5235316
>Check on Feng, Jinhai and Aruna, to ensure they've recovered as swiftly as Elazar
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Could I please encourage people to support the reading the book with our sons? Just so it makes it in?
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>>5237873
then vote for it yourself.

I'll add >>5235463 write-in
to >>5235419
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>>5237881
It was my write in but currently I'm posting from my phone and I can not, will not samefag my own write ins before the machine spirits and Malal
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Calling the vote now. Sorry for the wait.

Speak with her and her sisters, now that she's settled, and apologize for taking so long to heal and free her:13

Begin preparations to travel to Zoroast, while Mari shows Al-Uzza around Shangrala to satisfy her curiosity:10

Check on Feng, Jinhai and Aruna, to ensure they've recovered as swiftly as Elazar:11

Check on Dae-Hyun's recovery, while Al-Uzza is introduced to her younger sister by Mari and Kanzeon:10

With the war over and things going as they are I propose we have a proper chat with our sons:9

Total votes: 24

So Lieren will Speak with Kanzeon and her sisters, now that Al-Uzza is calmed, and apologize for taking so long to rescue her. And then, he will check on Feng, Jinhai and Aruna before deciding his next course of action

Writing now
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Ok lads memos
1) go through the Journey with our sons so they understand but also all feel included and bit left out
2) check on our Eldar maybe work on a way for them to be friends
3) check tiger children
4) see how the soulstone boy we returned is doing
5) dreadnought son needs hugs
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>>5237941
Can't we do that after we get the ships out?
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"I can at least take comfort, in knowing that I did not fail my charges completely" Al-Uzza says, as her projection of light and sound paces around the bridge of Kanzeon's body, hands clasped behind her back "In fact, I am more astounded that enough of them survived my truly disastrous landing and near fatal warp breach to colonize the harsh landscapes surrounding the crash. If I was given to flights of whimsy, I'd almost say it was an act of some power that could, by all right, be considered a diety"

A chill went down your back, as you remembered the four, then five and now six spirits that had the entitlement and power both to declare themselves as dark gods of the discord and chaos. Your unease at forcefully remember the nightmarish images of the likes of Na Gou and Kong Nue, must be so great that it is apparent in either your expression or the emotional readings Al-uzza observes within you. Kanzeons face wrinkles as she winces and pinches her temple with her hand.

"Uzzy, don't mention gods. We've had too many close encounters with the parasites that think and style themselves as malignant dieties" Kanzeon sighs, as you breath out the lingering rage roused from merely thinking of your greatest enemies, the forces of wicked and protean chaos "And, trust me, Lieren may be, by nature, kind of a softie when he isn't killing or planning to kill things, his anger would could rival Avalokiteśvara, and that's after she turned psycho evil bitch"

"I am not surprised she fell to the temptations of the tumorous thoughtforms, If I must be honest" Al-Uzza said, sadness creeping into her otherwise collected and tightly controlled monotone "She always held some resentment for our...circumstances, isolation must've driven that annoyance to sheer contempt and disdain"

Kanzeon frowns, and shifts one leg over the other.

"Isolation brings madness, a truth I am all too aware of" She whispers, gripping your hand tightly as you lend it to her "Luckily, I was found a kindly scholar and freed from that particular hell"

"I wounder if Sir Elazar learned his chivalry from Lieren" Mari chimes in, speaking at last, though her flesh and blood bodied is still undergoing "improvements" within her true vessel "He does seem to make a habit of saving maidens in danger. And, I still can't believe Avalokiteśvara and Kuan Im for that matter, both fell to such depravity. It just feels like a nightmare"

"He is a staunch adherent to the Journey" you offer vaguely, shrugging your shoulders as Kanzeon begins to style and braid your hair to occupy her hands, while Mari once more becomes quiet and reserved, content to be an observer of the conversation between you, Kanzeon and Al-Uzza rather than an active participant.

"I am interested in obtaining a copy of your philosophical works, so I may archive them in my memory banks" Al-uzza says quietly "And I'd ask for the schematics for your "Flesh drones" as well, sisters"

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"It was Kanzeon's idea" Mari says, raising her voice above her whispers "But, I agree it was a good one, since it allows me to speak with...normal people at least a little easier"

"And there are so many benefits to experiencing the world as a mundane woman, gives you context for the rest of humanity" Kanzeon says cheerfully "And it lets me scold them for being idiots without being mistaken as a goddess"

"Though you enjoy the praise" You tease, and receive a pinch to your cheek "Ah, forgive me, forgive me"

"Yes, superstition would be quite the obstacle in establishing relations with the masses" Al-uzza grumbles, crossing her arms, eyeing you up and down "is that why I was rescued later? or is there some other reasoning that I was left bleeding beneath the sands...besides the obvious dangerous of exposure to the energies of the Empyrean, which I assume is the cause, a need to find a suitable safeguard against the... "

"Lieren had his reasons, he follows the most efficient path forward, well efficient without compromising his morals and virtues" Kanzeon says, defending you before you can explain yourself "He wept for you, as you rested beneath the sands as he mourned for Mari, trapped beneath the ice, and raged at my crippled wings. He just had, other matters to see to. You're, like usual, overthinking things"

"Like killing a lot of people, who I am pretty sure deserved it" Mari says, rousing her courage to also speak in your defense

"Oh, I meant no offense, I am simply trying to understand his psyche, it is baffling in its construction" Al-uzza says, sounding somewhat embarrassed "Mechanical, yet also...so many other things"

"That's why he gets along so well with us" Kanzeon says "We're closer to each other than the rest of humanity, however you define it."

"I am also constructed, and have grown beyond my original purpose, and I would like to apologize, for taking so long to tend to you and release you from your prison beneath the earth, fair and wise Al-Uzza" You say affably "as they say, there were distractions, threats I needed to silence and bury"

"I admire such a work ethic, even if I'd have preferred to have been repaired quicker" Al-uzza says, voice raising with just a little warmth "though, I should feel fortunate, that a man of your abilities was...made, upon this world to be able to tend to the wounds of my sisters and myself, the probability of such a windfall is"

"Far too low to risk energy and processing power thinking over it" Kanzeon huffs "Trust me, my scholar has a habit of achieving the theoretically impossible"

"Like riding on a flying sword without losing his balance" Mari chimes in

"Why?" Al-Uzza asks

"It's dramatic?" Kanzeon asks, lifting her eyes to look into yours "Or perhaps you just were inspired by some old folktale"

"And effective" You say with a smile "And, there are a few stories concerning flying swords and their riders, but they were no inspiration to me"
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"The longer I'm awake, the more questions I have" Al-Uzza admitted plainly
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Feng sat on a rocking chair upon a balcony of the the rather expansive manor he had been "gifted" by Jinhai and Guozhi, within one of the forests that had been subsumed within the "Boundary" of Nothing. Officially he had, as well as the other Brothers of the Panther who survived the battle at the Butcher's block, been granted the position of Warden and Imperial huntsmen, a duty which meant he would be paid for tending woods and ensuring that the numbers of the various creatures that populated Shangrala would neither fall to high or two low.

Shaved Head Wei and Half Jaw Hu, had also shared this grand honor and generous station. The brothers he lost, had been granted parks in their names, beautiful things he is sure most of them would have ignored in favor of the untamed wilderness. They also got statues, but, so did nearly everyone. Lieren demanded it, and Jinhai and the other nobles were all to willing to agree to the grief stricken giant who had bested monstrosities in single combat that could depopulate an entire province. He rolled hair taken from both of the twin's heads, woven around with a bit of Red face Wei's beard and tied with a bit of Xin and Michah's hair. A memento of those brothers most recently taken from him. His wife, Akanksha, still wearing little more than feathers, sat beside him, crouched on a stool, watery eyes looking over the relics taken from her own fallen friends.

A bangle from Kamakshi, a knuckle bone from Rudra's hands, an Manu's glasses. She had been terribly upset, and terrifyingly enraged when she heard her peers had gone without her. So much so, it nearly sent her into early labor, which had nearly turned Feng's hair as white as Bask snow. But, that had passed now, her belly still swelled every day as her rage ebbed and faded away. She seemed almost insulted, that she could not have fought beside them and died there, in that city pulled straight from the lowest levels of hell.

Feng's hand shook, as his wife sighed, and set her mementos on the table.

"Lieren's coming" She said suddenly, looking down from her vantage point, putting one hand over her brow

Feng glanced through the fogs and nodded, recognizing the familiar silhouette near instantly

"Indeed he is, probably worried about us" Feng sighed through his nose "Surprised he hasn't vanished into the mist with his sons, it seems second nature to him"

"He is Panther kin, more than any other" Akanksha said longingly, before smirking "Shall we show him how we flourish?"

"It'll certainly take a great weight from his mind and back, he always becomes so concerned for the well being of others, he barely gives a thought to himself. Maybe Kanzeon can beat some sense into the thick skull of his" Feng sneered as he rose up to his aching legs and stretched "Besides, if we mourn too long, we'll become grey in the hair before our first child is born, my falcon"
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"Hmm, that would be bad, children need strong parents to flourish' Akanksha mused, as she nearly leapt down from her perch, before Feng offered her a hand, which she begrudgingly accepted.

"Careful, my priceless jade flower" Feng sighed, feeling himself age from his wife's disregard for her own well being "I don't want to look as old as Wenyan or Guozhi when Lieren meets us"

"oh! Maybe Ancient Wenyan can hold a feast for us, to show the giant we're well!" Akanksha proclaimed happily, as the two of them walked to meet Lieren, and end his worrying.
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"I see you are doing well" Lieren stated warmly, as he watched Jinhai play with his now much more mobile and rambunctious children. Jinhai snorted with amusement, as various caretakers and nursemaids looked on with barely concealed unease, as Wenling, the eldest of the three heirs, tugged at Lieren's long flowing mane of iron hued hair. Liling was currently kicking and trying to throw herself from Kanzeon's large arms, while Boling batted at the rattle that his father shook in front of his head.

Daiyu took Wenling from lieren

"She can climb as well as a monkey" She said blithely, as she held the curious child who held Lieren's gaze with more ease than most hardened veterans could

"And is as curious as one, a shame that Xin never met her, they would've been friends, despite the difference in age" Lieren said sadly, his irreverent statement drawing him a few venomous looks from the nurses, even though Daiyu had said the same merely a moment ago

"What have you been feeding this firecracker?" Kanzeon complained, as Liling pressed and kick her feet at the giantess' chin "Children are a joy, but even I have my limits. I've never met a child this rowdy, and I've been around for a very long time"

"The world still holds surprises, eh?" Jinhai said gregariously, brining a true smile to Kanzeon's features

"I make an effort of showing her all those I know" Lieren said proudly, turning the true smile into a joyous grin

"You spoil me" Kanzeon said, before she grunted "Seriously, how can she have this much energy when she's so young!"

"Not quite ready to be a mother yourself?" Daiyu asked suddenly, causing Lieren to go stone faced, and Kanzeon to go red faced "I am certain is a experience you have yet to have, besides, wouldn't it be lovely, for the triplets to have a giant or two of their own to protect them. Also, Wenyan might rebel if he think's he'll die without grandchildren"

"By my calculations they have near three hundred already" Kanzeon barked, shuddering with embarrassment as Lieren stifled a laugh "and you be quiet, you lewd sage"

"I said nothing" Lieren snickered "I just thought, as you have accepted my genesons as your sons, then it is the emperor and empress who must catch up to us"
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Kanzeon scowled, but her expression quickly softened, as she found the humor in Lieren's jape and began to giggle alongside him, as did Daiyu and Jinhai, who laughed and laughed, enjoying the momentary bliss of being free from the responsibilities of their crowns.
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"COME ON!" Aruna roared, his daos sang as they cut through the air, steel met steel, as Lieren forced away both with a twirl of his Guandao, catch their blades just above the guard. The steel sang, and Aruna felt the song of battle ripple through his new arm. And the thunder produced by the giant's strike, even reached his legs, causing the flesh one to buckle under its weight. Lieren's expression was inscrutable, as he twisted his weapon and slammed it to the ground.

"You're recovering well" He praised, as Aruna feinted, and nearly met the blunted edge of the Guandao trust towards him "Vishnu physiology is truly a wonder of this world"

"Don't kill him, it'd make Akanksha Lonely if all she had for a friend was Om of all people" Kanzeon said mockingly, helping ignite Aruna's warrior blood as He struggled to parry each thrust of Lieren's mighty Guandao, but even he could tell he was going easy of them

"Oh he doesn't want to die" Lieren said kindly "He has...gained an understanding of death, that few can grasp in their lives. The skull paint you wear, was in a way, prophetic, was it not, my vicious friend"

He nearly landed a blow of Lieren, who moved around him like wind or water

"Prophecy, sorcery" Aruna growled "I've seen too much of it, just fight. I need to reawaken my true self, I slept too long after witnessing the ruining of my people, and witnessing the loss of some of the greatest fighters ever unleashed upon Shangrala"

"If I must serve as a morning bell, to reignite your passion for life and return you to your proper self, than I shall strike again and again, until the Vishnu Spirit burns bright once more, and you can serve as its guardian until your last day, my friend" Lieren nearly purred

"Really, do hold back" Kanzeon said dully

"Don't" Aruna said with a grin

"You'll regret that, immediately" Kanzeon replied condecendingly.

And she was right

Aruna found himself lifted by his throat and slammed down

"Round 2?" Lieren asked

And there was only one answer that Aruna could give. And he gave it with a smile

"You're going to break your cybernetics!" Kanzeon scolded, as he spoke his reply "Do you have any idea how much those are worth! How intricate they are?!"
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"I do not understand" One of your sons, Chu Jae, one of the youngest to make the journey across the stars to survive the final battle against the butcher king "What practical applications are there for knowing how to paint?"

"Or write poetry" Another one of your sons, Sergeant Aadolf, said "though I will admit, it is truly fascinating to find the history behind these poems you have given me to study father"
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"Didn't you practice scrimshawing, Jae? Wouldn't artsy stuff like this be up your ally?" Chul Moo asked, as he worked diligently carving a pipe out of a piece of bronze you had found, hewing away at it as if it were a block of wood

"The answer is simple. Though they have few uses on the battlefield, They're worthwhile skills all the same" You answer simply, as you look over your three sons you've taken aside for this practice "We humans, are a race of artists, from storytellers gathered around campfires, to the great playwrights of our time. We seek to create, though we must often destroy. Creating, soothes the mind and relaxes the soul, at least, it does for me. Think of it as a form of mediation, my sons"

That seemed a good enough answer to please the warrior sensibilities of your son, who returned to the crafts you had chosen from them, knowing each would find some joy in the act of creating.

What did you do now, Lieren?

>Organize an expedition to the Zoroast, so you may save Anahita and retrieve the shells nearby there, as well as ensure no chaos filth remains on the fair world of Shangrala

>Gather your sons, and speak to them as a father, and try to mend the separations of the sects, by entrusting each of the two hundred and forty six that are not Dae-Hyun with a task or duty designed to help nurture their growth as more than just soldiers.

>Begin planning and constructing a headquarters for your sons, and ask your father permission to induct new Astartes to their ranks

>Create something yourself, inspire by the silent work of Chu Jae, Chul Moo and Aadolf

>write in
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>>5237966
>>Organize an expedition to the Zoroast, so you may save Anahita and retrieve the shells nearby there, as well as ensure no chaos filth remains on the fair world of Shangrila

I feel it better for Lieren to have his talk about the journey after we build the fortress-monastery.
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>>5237966
>Gather our sons to try and mend the seperation of sects.
>Organise an explidition to Zoroast.

The fortress.
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>>5237988
Fucking.

The fortress can wait until after we have unified them. Giving them a space of their own, where they will retreat into their own circles is not good for them.
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>>5237966
>Organize an expedition to the Zoroast, so you may save Anahita and retrieve the shells nearby there, as well as ensure no chaos filth remains on the fair world of Shangrala
We got to move before the Chaos gods try to hurt her because of being sore losers
>Gather your sons, and speak to them as a father, and try to mend the separations of the sects, by entrusting each of the two hundred and forty six that are not Dae-Hyun with a task or duty designed to help nurture their growth as more than just soldiers.
We can do it while preparing or travelling
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>>5237966
>>Organize an expedition to the Zoroast, so you may save Anahita and retrieve the shells nearby there, as well as ensure no chaos filth remains on the fair world of Shangrala
>>Gather your sons, and speak to them as a father, and try to mend the separations of the sects, by entrusting each of the two hundred and forty six that are not Dae-Hyun with a task or duty designed to help nurture their growth as more than just soldiers.

Yea the fortress can wait after the final sister is free, but that doesn't mean that we can't start the work to get our boys on the same page as us.
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>>5237966
>>Gather your sons, and speak to them as a father, and try to mend the separations of the sects, by entrusting each of the two hundred and forty six that are not Dae-Hyun with a task or duty designed to help nurture their growth as more than just soldiers.
>>Create something yourself, inspire by the silent work of Chu Jae, Chul Moo and Aadolf
I think it'd be cool if we took up shuihan penjing. Fitting both in that it's Chinese and in a meta sort of way as a diorama with miniatures.
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>>5237966
>Organize an expedition to the Zoroast, so you may save Anahita and retrieve the shells nearby there, as well as ensure no chaos filth remains on the fair world of Shangrala
>Gather your sons, and speak to them as a father, and try to mend the separations of the sects, by entrusting each of the two hundred and forty six that are not Dae-Hyun with a task or duty designed to help nurture their growth as more than just soldiers.
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>>5237966
>Gather your sons, and speak to them as a father, and try to mend the separations of the sects, by entrusting each of the two hundred and forty six that are not Dae-Hyun with a task or duty designed to help nurture their growth as more than just soldiers.
>Organize an expedition to the Zoroast, so you may save Anahita and retrieve the shells nearby there, as well as ensure no chaos filth remains on the fair world of Shangrala
Family roadtrip!
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>>5237966
>>Gather your sons, and speak to them as a father, and try to mend the separations of the sects, by entrusting each of the two hundred and forty six that are not Dae-Hyun with a task or duty designed to help nurture their growth as more than just soldiers.
>>Organize an expedition to the Zoroast, so you may save Anahita and retrieve the shells nearby there, as well as ensure no chaos filth remains on the fair world of Shangrala

Woo! Roadtriiiip!

Plus, it's honestly probably a good idea to mend the sects as soon as we can.
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>>5237966
>>Organize an expedition to the Zoroast, so you may save Anahita and retrieve the shells nearby there, as well as ensure no chaos filth remains on the fair world of Shangrala
>>Gather your sons, and speak to them as a father, and try to mend the separations of the sects, by entrusting each of the two hundred and forty six that are not Dae-Hyun with a task or duty designed to help nurture their growth as more than just soldiers.
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>>5237966
>>Organize an expedition to the Zoroast, so you may save Anahita and retrieve the shells nearby there, as well as ensure no chaos filth remains on the fair world of Shangrala
>>Gather your sons, and speak to them as a father, and try to mend the separations of the sects, by entrusting each of the two hundred and forty six that are not Dae-Hyun with a task or duty designed to help nurture their growth as more than just soldiers.
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>>5237966
>Gather your sons, and speak to them as a father, and try to mend the separations of the sects, by entrusting each of the two hundred and forty six that are not Dae-Hyun with a task or duty designed to help nurture their growth as more than just soldiers.

>Begin planning and constructing a headquarters for your sons, and ask your father permission to induct new Astartes to their ranks
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>>5237966
>>Gather your sons, and speak to them as a father, and try to mend the separations of the sects, by entrusting each of the two hundred and forty six that are not Dae-Hyun with a task or duty designed to help nurture their growth as more than just soldiers.
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>>5237966
>Organize an expedition to the Zoroast, so you may save Anahita and retrieve the shells nearby there, as well as ensure no chaos filth remains on the fair world of Shangrala
>Gather your sons, and speak to them as a father, and try to mend the separations of the sects, by entrusting each of the two hundred and forty six that are not Dae-Hyun with a task or duty designed to help nurture their growth as more than just soldiers.
>Check on Dae-Hyun's recovery, while Al-Uzza is introduced to her younger sister by Mari and Kanzeon
Hopefully we can still check on Dae and company.
Malal what were the specialties of the 8 ship sisters? Were they built in specialties, something that came about from the original pool of souls, or just old fashioned expertise?
I figure Lieren has talked with the sisters enough to know the answer to that so no need for something like a write in.
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>>5237966
>Organize an expedition to the Zoroast, so you may save Anahita and retrieve the shells nearby there, as well as ensure no chaos filth remains on the fair world of Shangrala

>Gather your sons, and speak to them as a father, and try to mend the separations of the sects, by entrusting each of the two hundred and forty six that are not Dae-Hyun with a task or duty designed to help nurture their growth as more than just soldiers
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>>5237988
>support
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>Organize an expedition to the Zoroast, so you may save Anahita and retrieve the shells nearby there, as well as ensure no chaos filth remains on the fair world of Shangrala

>Gather your sons, and speak to them as a father, and try to mend the separations of the sects, by entrusting each of the two hundred and forty six that are not Dae-Hyun with a task or duty designed to help nurture their growth as more than just soldiers
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>>5237966
>Organize an expedition to the Zoroast, so you may save Anahita and retrieve the shells nearby there, as well as ensure no chaos filth remains on the fair world of Shangrala

>Gather your sons, and speak to them as a father, and try to mend the separations of the sects, by entrusting each of the two hundred and forty six that are not Dae-Hyun with a task or duty designed to help nurture their growth as more than just soldiers.
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>>5237966
>>Organize an expedition to the Zoroast, so you may save Anahita and retrieve the shells nearby there, as well as ensure no chaos filth remains on the fair world of Shangrala
>>Gather your sons, and speak to them as a father, and try to mend the separations of the sects, by entrusting each of the two hundred and forty six that are not Dae-Hyun with a task or duty designed to help nurture their growth as more than just soldiers.
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>>5237966
>>Organize an expedition to the Zoroast, so you may save Anahita and retrieve the shells nearby there, as well as ensure no chaos filth remains on the fair world of Shangrala
>>Gather your sons, and speak to them as a father, and try to mend the separations of the sects, by entrusting each of the two hundred and forty six that are not Dae-Hyun with a task or duty designed to help nurture their growth as more than just soldiers.
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>>5237966
>Organize an expedition to the Zoroast, so you may save Anahita and retrieve the shells nearby there, as well as ensure no chaos filth remains on the fair world of Shangrala

>Gather your sons, and speak to them as a father, and try to mend the separations of the sects, by entrusting each of the two hundred and forty six that are not Dae-Hyun with a task or duty designed to help nurture their growth as more than just soldiers.
There's many things we can do to help improve our sons. Poetry, painting, pottery. In fact, there are more than enough qualified artists. The Scholars that came along with all of our sons to record their efforts.
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>Gather your sons, and speak to them as a father, and try to mend the separations of the sects, by entrusting each of the two hundred and forty six that are not Dae-Hyun with a task or duty designed to help nurture their growth as more than just soldiers
>Begin planning and constructing a headquarters for your sons, and ask your father permission to induct new Astartes to their ranks

finally caught up and wrestled all day with the captcha. couldn't phonepost, for some reason.
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>>5237966
>Gather your sons, and speak to them as a father, and try to mend the separations of the sects, by entrusting each of the two hundred and forty six that are not Dae-Hyun with a task or duty designed to help nurture their growth as more than just soldiers
>Organize an expedition to the Zoroast, so you may save Anahita and retrieve the shells nearby there, as well as ensure no chaos filth remains on the fair world of Shangrala
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I meant to ask this earlier Malal, but how did Malcador enjoy the Dragon's spit we sent back with pops.
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>>5239447
Based on how the emperor goofed him into thinking it was a sweeter type of liquor, not very. Not very at all
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>>5239447
+1
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>>5239447
https://youtu.be/rKJQi-_W00I
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>>5237966
> Organize an expedition to the Zoroast, so you may save Anahita and retrieve the shells nearby there, as well as ensure no chaos filth remains on the fair world of Shangrala.
GLOBAL PROSPERITY!

> Gather your sons, and speak to them as a father, and try to mend the separations of the sects, by entrusting each of the two hundred and forty six that are not Dae-Hyun with a task or duty designed to help nurture their growth as more than just soldiers.
Man, if dealing with three hundred superhuman sons is bad enough, the full Legions were between 20,000 and 250,000.

That's a lot of birthdays.
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>>5240035
That's the easiest thing to remember when your brain is a custom-designed supercomputer
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speaking of sons when/if are they gonna do increase their numbers? and how are they gonna do that.
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>>5240516
when we are done with our errands and with the geneseed of the fallen and synthesized from ourselves
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>>5240516
I figure once we've firmly unfucked Shangrala, that's when we'll be in a position to actually start training new Astartes. As for how...I have a few ideas.
>Regional Tournaments
The various lands of Shangrala all hold martial arts tournaments, with the champions being offered the chance to become Astartes.
>Veteran Selection
Enlisted soldiers who meet the selection criteria can apply to become Astartes.
>From The Ground Up
The parents of Infants that possess certain genetic markers are asked to relinquish their children to the stewardship of the Second Legion's on-world monastery for education, training, indoctrination, and augmentation from the ages of 8 to 18.
>By Merit and Mettle
Induction into the second legion is open to anybody and everybody who meet the selection criteria and can pass a series of trials designed to test their skills in hunting, tracking, marksmanship, close quarters combat, tactics, strategy,
philosophy, etc...

I'm sure that we'll likely employ some combination of the methods I described as well as the multitude of the ones I didn't.
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>>5241050
Most of these aren't an option unless the sisters allow us to crack stable adult space marine creation. Which the emperor never did but he also didn't have access to the level of tech we do however.
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... Gene selection of future 2st legion candidates or Cloning Vats and state sponsored child rearing programs for astartes?

How about getting the original body frozen and getting inserted into a clone that's been given the Astartes program so you can simply swap between them.

Or even more heretical... We tweak the Astartes Program for our Vishnu Tiger Cubs.
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Calling the vote. Sorry for the long wait. Had an emergency in the family.

Organize an expedition to the Zoroast, so you may save Anahita and retrieve the shells nearby there, as well as ensure no chaos filth remains on the fair world of Shangrala:19

Gather your sons, and speak to them as a father, and try to mend the separations of the sects, by entrusting each of the two hundred and forty six that are not Dae-Hyun with a task or duty designed to help nurture their growth as more than just soldiers.:22

Check on Dae-Hyun's recovery, while Al-Uzza is introduced to her younger sister by Mari and Kanzeo:1

Begin planning and constructing a headquarters for your sons, and ask your father permission to induct new Astartes to their ranks:2

Create something yourself, inspire by the silent work of Chu Jae, Chul Moo and Aadolf:1

Total votes: 23

So Lieren will organize an expedition into the mysterious and exotic Zoroast. And Gather his sons and speak to them as a father and try to mend the separation's emerging between them by entrusting each of them with a task or duty designed to nurture their growth.

Writing now

>>5239447
>>5239676
Hahaha
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The moment you leave your three sons to their exploration of artistic expression and craft, you begin to set into motion the preparations for creating a proper expedition beyond the unexplored horizon. Long-Jia has been bled and has suffered a grave emotional trauma following the end of the bloodiest battle of the bloodiest war the fair world of Shangrala has ever been defiled to serve as the host of. Most of the great bureaucracy, the agencies and ministries that oversee every aspect of the prosperous, benevolent society lead and guided by the wise and virtuous, have turned their attentions inwards, to repair the lingering damages and rebuild what has been damaged or lost. Shangrala and her people will recover, and swiftly, now that the full resources and powers of the Technology and humanitarian organizations and reforms that have been created by your hands and gifted to the people can once more be focused on the nation rather than towards outside threats. And with three active archeotech ships from the ancient, storied past of humanities last universal golden age, the process shall be hastened even further. Al-Uzza, speaks of seeking penance for her imagined failure in the distant past, and Mari's true body spends much of its time in the Bask republic, to assist in the uplifting of that nation of stoics, stalwarts and romantic knights. Truly, many would look upon Shangrala and deem it a paradise. But like perfection, true utopia is a goal that cannot be reached.

However, you are quickly and without questioned, granted permission to rouse and rally your vast ministry of development and its league of architects and scholars, and begin to extend the giant's road into the unknown regions never seen or explored by the people of Long-jia or its predecessors. An expedition, otherwise would be out of the question. But, the giant's road represent stability, plenty and the comforts of the modern era. So, the expenditure required to be given from the post war empire to fund and equip your expedition, is much more readily accepted by the councilors, advisors and various nobles and learned men who gather around Jinhai and Daiyu like so many carp to the hands that feed them. They have all learned, where Lieren wanders, jade shall spring from nothing and the frontier shall be tamed and drawn into civilization. The road you have built from nothing to all corners of the world you have traveled, has become an representation of security and progress.

Something the rulers and officials of the empire are all too aware are sorely needed, to keep the relationship of mutual trust and respect between the government and the people it rules. So, presenting your expedition as anything but and disguising it as a continuation of your ambition to see the whole of Shangrala connected and made secure by the long reach of the White Dragon's path is much more readily accepted by the populace.
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>>5241254

Much more so than the great giant who slew the butcher devil vanishing into the mist in search of more tyrants to hang like so many overripe fruit from the hanging branches of trees and the arches of city gates, at least. So, you begin the task of calculating and measuring the cost of each necessary expenditure required to make your expedition and the construction that masks it to be performed smoothly and without delay. An easy task, considering the years you spent building and improving the road across Shangrala, that is lessened further by the advance technologies that are now at your command and the friendships you have formed with Kanzeon's sisters allowing the materials necessary to be much more readily available than before, and without having to first produce and gather the raw resources necessary to even begin the construction in the first place.

And, once you have set the basic course through the wild Vishnu Lands, and positioned watchtowers, rest stations and various other vital constructions along its lengths, you gather your sons from Terra, and with a young Phoenix perched on your shoulder, and a dragon wrapped around one arm, you have all of them sit before you, excepting Dae-Hyun, who is still recovering and undergoing the treatment that shall heal his near fatally wounded and nearly unimaginably mangled and crippled body back to a functioning, healthy state.

Then, crossing your legs, you sit before them, as Kanzeon observes from the distance with the initial entourage of your most trusted builders, aides, overseers and architects as she helps finalize the plans detailing the extention of the giant's road through the wartorn wastes of the now depopulated Vishnu Kingdoms and prepare your highest and most trusted underlings for the journey into the unknown horizons beyond even the furthest known reach of the now wild Vishnu Territories.

Looking over your sons, you can see many of them have gathered based upon the colors of their gauntlets, separating themselves into the numerous sects they have formed from their contemplations, meditations and views of the wisdom preserved within the text of The Journey. Besides the Azure Scholars of the Subjugated and the Bone white Grave Heralds, you count a further nine sects of varying size, each with their gauntlets colored differently from the others. You, of course, recognize the factions of your sons. The black and grey banded "Disciples of the formless self" who have taken the tenant of self mastery and emotional control to heart more than any other, the Orange and red dappled "King Hunters" who became enamored by the teachings of free will and the lessons to kill any tyrant they meet to end their oppression and maintain "true order", The emerald "World Wardens" who remorsefully preach the lessons of tending to and caring for the natural order and sanctity of the wilderness,
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