>>5350642

Which in truth, you held with total disdain as a financer of the most cruel sort of blood sport, and were you not focused on your kinsman well being, you have seen this man, a conniving, greedy tax collector of the likes of the long dead Ling.

"Eh? Don't tell me you're success as Lanista has given you a big head, old man" The blubbery fool chortles as he shoves a handful of grapes down his gaping, greasy maw, flecks of roasted bird and stewed fruit clinging to the dirty, bramble of a beard he wears "The Thal'kr will not part with their favored dog! He has brought them much wealth and influence through his victory in their arena, which as you well know is already the most profitable and popular of tournaments hosted this side of the Desh'elika, if not all of Nuceria! Hah! Even if you had such grand success when you were a young, hale man, you would not have enough wealth to purchase Angron from his house by time you twice the age you are now, Kynigos! And unlike your friends and employers here, the Thal'kr will have your head if you meet them with the same brazen audacity you treat all men your younger! Which is all men!, Har!"

You wipe spittle from your face, smiling as you groom the beard of your mask of Kynigos in thought.

"Perhaps, or perhaps this weary hunter possess wisdom worth more than all the gold of Nuceria's deep mines" You says smugly as you look to the fight, watching your man force a yield against his opponent, to the dissatisfaction of the bloodthirsty crowd, you smirk grows wider as you watch him whisper into his ear, a lesson of the journey you knew would resonate with the killer's closed off and ice cold heart, and so, a new journey men walks from the sands of the fighting pit, arm and arm with his brother who had moments before been his deadly enemy

"Besides" You say as if pondering out loud "I never said I wished to purchase the man, I was simply curious. A man as old as I, only has so many days left to pursue his dreams, and my blood doth boil when I watch the men of the arena clash their blades and exchange blows, the aroma of read sand soothes this mind of mine weary from long, and lonesome years"

"Oh, you just wish to attend one of his matches before your time is up? Ah, I see, I see. I suppose then, you will have nothing to fear" The bloated trader of death purred as he scratched his jiggling chins with his greasy hand, before dipping it back into the bowl of peeled grapes he kept balanced between his blubbery thighs "Still, Desh'ea is quite a distance away from fair Loc'ea, and the season is turning dry and arid, a man of your extreme age and frailty may not survive halfway to its walls. Perhaps, you should wait until the weather is kinder, more relenting, and then make the trip, eh?"
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>>5350644

"I have lived long enough to know what I can survive" You say, rising from your seat, no longer able to even tolerate the company of this bloated tick of a man, and not wishing to make a scene by driving the fork he was poking in a block of melting cheese through his eye socket and into his brain to kill him swiftly and mercifully remove his presence from the already foul airs of Nuceria.

Besides, he had served his purpose, the thankfully brief conversation had revealed to you the location of your brother's interment. Now you simply needed to travel there without arousing suspicion, either with your "masters" of house Loc'ria, or his own oppressors.

As swift as a raging wildfire, your mind worked to concoct a fitting alibi to explain away your sudden interest in Desh'ea and its prize champion.

What excuse do you use to travel to the grand arena of Desh'ea without arousing suspicion, Lieren?

>The nobles who have realized the value of the Journey and its truth, will decide, on their "own" accord, to invite you on a holiday to Desh'ea, in thanks for the good you have already brought to house Loc'ria and Loc'ea

>You will create a fake plan to bind Loc'ria with the Thal'kr through marriage, an offer to escort their heir to meet her potential suitors.

>Just travel there. You will soon have little need for the mask of Kynigos, and there is no time to be wasted on such frivolity as creating a false narrative to hide your presence

>Plainly state you need to fill your stable of fighters, and intend to approach the Lanistas of Desh'ea to procure "Fresh blood" for your school and stables

>Write in

>>5350646
>>Just travel there. You will soon have little need for the mask of Kynigos, and there is no time to be wasted on such frivolity as creating a false narrative to hide your presence
>write in
>Plant as many seeds like the ones planted in loc'ea along your travels

>>5350646
>Plainly state that we need to fill our stable of fighters, and that we will use this time to assess the cities value to house Loc'ria while under a fitting alibi.

Tell them it's testing their rivals strength.
they will lap it up.

>>5350646
>Just travel there. You will soon have little need for the mask of Kynigos, and there is no time to be wasted on such frivolity as creating a false narrative to hide your presence

>>5350646
>>Just travel there. You will soon have little need for the mask of Kynigos, and there is no time to be wasted on such frivolity as creating a false narrative to hide your presence
As much as I enjoy Lieren being Kynigos, Angron's been in the carpool pickup line for too damn long.

>>5350646
>The nobles who have realized the value of the Journey and its truth, will decide, on their "own" accord, to invite you on a holiday to Desh'ea, in thanks for the good you have already brought to house Loc'ria and Loc'ea
>You will create a fake plan to bind Loc'ria with the Thal'kr through marriage, an offer to escort their heir to meet her potential suitors.

>>5350664
The informing of our leave will not tale any significant amount of time, and we could probably organise transport.

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>>5350646
>The nobles who have realized the value of the Journey and its truth, will decide, on their "own" accord, to invite you on a holiday to Desh'ea, in thanks for the good you have already brought to house Loc'ria and Loc'ea
>Plainly state you need to fill your stable of fighters, and intend to approach the Lanistas of Desh'ea to procure "Fresh blood" for your school and stables

We have no idea how meeting Angron will go and if we already went this far with our infiltration why would we throw it all away for nothing?

>>5350737
Is that an official change to "need to fill up the stables" or a "testing weakness"?

>>5350646
>>Plainly state you need to fill your stable of fighters, and intend to approach the Lanistas of Desh'ea to procure "Fresh blood" for your school and stables

>>5350646
>Plainly state you need to fill your stable of fighters, and intend to approach the Lanistas of Desh'ea to procure "Fresh blood" for your school and stables

>>5350646

>The nobles who have realized the value of the Journey and its truth, will decide, on their "own" accord, to invite you on a holiday to Desh'ea, in thanks for the good you have already brought to house Loc'ria and Loc'ea
>Plainly state you need to fill your stable of fighters, and intend to approach the Lanistas of Desh'ea to procure "Fresh blood" for your school and stables

They won't sell Angron but we can overpay for his comrades perhaps. Simply moving them offsite should make any plan we decide on (jailbreak, disappearance etc.) more feasible. The nobles we come with could make buying Angron's comrades less suspicious as well.

Regardless, we can set up a cover and sneak on ahead alone if we're worried about time and let our cover story show up after we have seen Desh'ea with our own eyes.

>>5350646
>The nobles who have realized the value of the Journey and its truth, will decide, on their "own" accord, to invite you on a holiday to Desh'ea, in thanks for the good you have already brought to house Loc'ria and Loc'ea
>Plainly state you need to fill your stable of fighters, and intend to approach the Lanistas of Desh'ea to procure "Fresh blood" for your school and stables
Honestly I hope we never reveal our true form.

>>5350755
It is not, only an acknowledgement of your opinion.

>Plainly state you need to fill your stable of fighters, and intend to approach the Lanistas of Desh'ea to procure "Fresh blood" for your school and stables

We can get his men out first. Then we'll break him out in the middle of the night..... With fire and blood.

And none will suspect the old man with the gladiator slave caravan.

>>5350820
that was a very ambiguous acknowledgement. Which is, perhaps better done with a word.

all the same, I appreciate the thumbs up

>>5350646
>>Write in
Travel-training trip.

We have freedmen gladiators who fight in the arenas for us willingly. We can bring the best of them to watch and learn from the best by viewing some matches of angrons.

Their presence, will also allow a pretense for some contact if they are willing to spar with him and canonically, angron spares those who fight bravely and skillfully even. Through them, he can be informed of our presence and we can meet.

>>5350646
>>The nobles who have realized the value of the Journey and its truth, will decide, on their "own" accord, to invite you on a holiday to Desh'ea, in thanks for the good you have already brought to house Loc'ria and Loc'ea

>>5350646
>>The nobles who have realized the value of the Journey and its truth, will decide, on their "own" accord, to invite you on a holiday to Desh'ea, in thanks for the good you have already brought to house Loc'ria and Loc'ea
>Plainly state you need to fill your stable of fighters, and intend to approach the Lanistas of Desh'ea to procure "Fresh blood" for your school and stables

>The nobles who have realized the value of the Journey and its truth, will decide, on their "own" accord, to invite you on a holiday to Desh'ea, in thanks for the good you have already brought to house Loc'ria and Loc'ea
>Plainly state you need to fill your stable of fighters, and intend to approach the Lanistas of Desh'ea to procure "Fresh blood" for your school and stables

>>5350646
>Plainly state you need to fill your stable of fighters, and intend to approach the Lanistas of Desh'ea to procure "Fresh blood" for your school and stables

>>5350646
>The nobles who have realized the value of the Journey and its truth, will decide, on their "own" accord, to invite you on a holiday to Desh'ea, in thanks for the good you have already brought to house Loc'ria and Loc'ea

>>5350646
>>Plainly state you need to fill your stable of fighters, and intend to approach the Lanistas of Desh'ea to procure "Fresh blood" for your school and stables
I think this will give us our best in with Angron. If we can buy out some of his fellow gladiators, and give them the closest thing to freedom they can have before the revolution kicks off, and treat them well, that will do a ton for a relationship and his mental well being.

>>5350646
>Plainly state you need to fill your stable of fighters, and intend to approach the Lanistas of Desh'ea to procure "Fresh blood" for your school and stables

btw peeps, don't forget that Angron is already an active psyker. He was taking his fellow gladiators pain via psykerism.

Dudes, Gentlemens lend me your ears.

Clearly the only correct time to throw off our deception as Kynigos is when we meet Angeron for the first time. He'll be well impressed.

>>5351820
The correct time it never.

>>5351843
There will be a time for honesty. We cant live a lie forever on the world, nor should we.

But dropping it for Angeron may be what we need to make sense.

>>5351699
Oh yeah, I forgot this setting is all about maximum tragedy.
Of course the canonically insane daemon prince of murder would actually be an empath.

>>5351820
In private, sure. I see no reason to deceive him since he's likely to be invaluable in planning his own rescue.
Then there's also the reasonable assumption he would appreciate the transparency and be elated to realize he's not completely alone in terms of blood.

>>5351916
That’s a hot load of shit. Lieren is fully okay with lying, especially when it’s not harmful. Him lying for a joke is a good example. He often doesn’t tell the whole truth.

>>5351967
>innate power allows him to see the truth in all things
>has a penchant for mischievous lies and prefers deception when operating
like fucking poetry.

>>5351994
Y'know what, both sides of the same coin is actually a pretty interesting trait for a legion.

>>5352005
Don't forget what happened to our Legion as started talking to them
>Preach harmony and unity above all things while denouncing zealotry and mindless worship
>Legion immediately divides itself into sects and starts treating your words like gospel

btw, kekking taht we're also doing something our father did back in the day too

>>5351967
I really dont think that it is in lierens best interests to continue to lie when it no longer serves any purpose and is just an active detriment the longer it continues.

Like when the inevitable war of cleansing occurs, are we going to continue to pretend to by an old man as we lead these demigod soldiers with our beggar sect against the high riders? Why? And if that lie comes out AS a lie, then we have done a massive blow to our credibility.

Are we going to lie to Angeron with this false face? Keep it going forever and ever?
No, of course not.

I will revise my statement and say that it is within our abilities to live a lie on this desert world, but eventually we wont need to and to continue pretending to be an old man will breed more resentment than anything else.
So yes, there WILL be a time for honesty. Either with our brother or when the war begins in earnest.

>>5350646
>Plainly state you need to fill your stable of fighters, and intend to approach the Lanistas of Desh'ea to procure "Fresh blood" for your school and stables

>>5352128
>is just an active detriment the longer it continues.
I believe this is you trying to assert an opinion as fact. Why would treating Kynigos as different person be a bad thing? It would quite awful to make it known that Lieren solves all problems in the history mankind for it make everyone more dependent on Lieren. Likewise it would pull attention from Angron's own efforts if Lieren solves all.
For the people that want to reveal the truth to Angron, I think it would be bad for Angron's long term growth. Having Angron know he got saved by his brother rather than a random old man will affect his growth trajectory. If a random old man defeats Angron it becomes a lesson in how appearance can be decieving, how skill can triumph sraw strength, and the value in experience. If we defeat him as the older brother it becomes more about us being the better Primarch then anything else and everything he learns becomes tainted from that knowledge. Everything becomes about how Lieren is the better Primarch.

>>5352051
Pretty much what happened to the emperor too...

But let the little munchkins learn through religion until they become greater munchkins...

>>5352128
>Are we going to lie to Angeron with this false face? Keep it going forever and ever?

While i understand your point and agree... especially with your wholesome view point.

I view the deception as basically going:

"hey... bro... look at what i can do... tehe"

And given that Angeron thrives on conflict this might just be enough to give him pause for thought rather than just going all blood for the blood god.

>>5352128
Dude, the face of Kynigos is useful for however long we decide to opperate in secret on this planet, we can very easily speak to angron in private to reveal who we are, and then swap back to Kynigos as we explain how useful the face is for now. This isn't some grand secret that we're hiding for the fun of it. Its a useful cover we can still get milage out of and discard later. Angron won't bite our off for that.

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>>5352223
>Angron won't bite our off for that.

>>5352196
Because its a case of "you let us spent days, months, years (probably not years in all honesty) believing that you were somebody else. You dont trust us with your actual identity, and everything you have ever said is now brought into question because you entered our lives with a lie and have done so with such flawless ease that nothing you say can be taken on anything but faith, which you clearly dont have in anybody here."

Being lied to, even with good reason, sucks ass. Being lied to for no reason and in such a way as to damage your credibility and others ability to trust you is even worse.
Its home you get traitors and lose allies because they believe you have disrespected them and taken them for fools.

I'm not going to reply to the idea of fighting Angeron in this guise, because I think that's a bad idea with too little reward for so much risk.
I also disagree on the idea that it becomes about Lieren fixing all the things, all the time to tell Angeron of our identities. Especially as the player base has, over the previous thread, thrown the concern backwards and forwards and come to a few conclusions, one of which is involving Angeron in his own battles and simply acting as a facilitator. Which he needs, as evidenced by canon where he was unable to escape his own confinement properly.

>>5352223
I know how useful the false face we have constructed is. I know it still serves a purpose. And I am not advocating for its discarding until it becomes a liability rather than an asset. But my words are directly in refutation of this post.>>5351843

Which says directly "the correct time to throw off our deception is never". And that is wrong.

Angeron and the Beggar sect will learn of our true identities eventually. And that should be when we no longer need to move secretly.

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>>5350815
>>5352128
>>5352219
>>5352250

>Angron starts his rebellion with a new comrade 'Kynigos' at his side, a cantankerous old man
>Kynigos manages to spirit his other comrades to safety allowing him to take the fight to his 'masters'
>A bloody campaign lasting months during which Kynigos' advice and wisdom prove invaluable saving lives and out maneuvering the High Riders
>It is strange as the poorest seem to flock to his side and even the nobles turn on each other some preaching freedom and equality
>Angron cannot place this new friend, he calls himself his ally and acts as a wizened mentor while his contempt for the tyrants somehow matches his own
>Kynigos show his age when he snaps and belittles some bloodthirsty gladiators for wanting a massacre as revenge
>Kynigos even going so far as to thwack Angron himself with his walking stick when he agrees with the gladiators
>Angron is unmoved and so Kynigos collapses claiming his age has caught up with him and he lies in bed near death
>Angron rushes to his side offering a thousand apologies to this serendipitous friend
>Kynigos begs Angron to swear to show mercy where possible and to temper his rage and only unleash it up the deserving
>Just as Angron is about to swear the oath the sky lights up and a star winks into being in the sky
>How auspicious
>Sudden a voice like an angry goddess psychically whips across the world shouting into every mind
>LIEREN YOU BASTARD! WHERE ARE YOU, DAMNIT !?!?!?
>Suddenly Kynigos springs up as though electrified and speaks his voice deep as though coming from a man twice as tall and his speech flowery and refined
>"A thousand apologies, my brother. My emerald songbird calls across the horizon for me."
>Angron immediately swears his soul to Khorne

Win some lose some.

I think we need to show ourselves to our brother asap. Show him we've come as we swore an oath we would. Ask him then how he wants to go about this rebellion, teach him the journey a little and let him know we've been sowing seeds whole looking for him. He needs to know he has someone's love and trust

>>5352255
>5352255

Leiren takes the Russ route. Taunting Angron for falling for it. Where upon we swear never to lie to him again except for comedic purposes.

Because as brothers we need to keep each others on our toes.

Result

>> ANgron wishing to defeat us Swears his soul to Tzeentch!

Taunt him some more that he should have picked Slannesh because he's such a little pain junkie!

>>5352262
>>5352255
>>5352250

Yeah i suppose you're right. He'd probably only value directness.

Let the victory lap commence as we crusade to our brother like a snowballing crusade.

You know, the way we've gone about saving Angron is almost painfully similar to how Lorgar would do it. We showed up quietly, started subverting their society with the POWER OF RELIGIIIIIOOOOONNNN and are moving pretty slowly as to avoid unnecessary damage or bloodshed
Where many of our brothers would have just popped out, beelined to Angron, and started conquering as soon as they landed
I don't think Pops will be happy with us when we actually take an active role in the crusades
Angron might be grateful that we left him shit to conquer and actually do the work himself instead of being Mortarioned
That is if we don't keep up a facade of being a happy old man the entire time. If we did that Primarch pride would call for our head for babbying and misleading him and probably lead him to chaos anyways

>>5352313
hate to break it to you but Lorgar was retardly slow. Also Dorn uplifted and fixed up the planets he brought into compliance and was still moving faster then lorgar.

>>5352313
There's doing it fast and then there's doing it right.
The infrastructure (if it exists) needs to be preserved, lest the planet end up costing a fortune to retrofit.
The leadership, should they prove loyal to the Imperium, needs to survive, lest we waste valuable time and resources shuffling politicians around.
The civilian population shouldn't have any credible reason to hate us, lest they foolishly attempt to rebel or fall prey to Chaos.

Malal save us, the autism is too strong!

>>5352255
Personally, besides the comical arrival of best Ship, I think this would be one of the best routes to take.

I like the idea of angron getting to conquer his own world, with us just nudging him forward just enough so that his victory is his own, rather than a gift handed to him by his brother. Primarch’s are naturally very proud individuals, even Lieren has times where he is prideful.

Angron needs to be allowed to conquer his world on his own, to gain experiences both martial and personal, with only enough interference from Lieren to prevent the fate of his loss and fall.

>>5352372
we don't need a disguise to let him have his own victories. we can still nudge/advise him if he knows our identify. I don't get why you guys think the planet is so easy that we will just do all of Angrons work for him.

I say we help as an advisor role, conquering a world together is great bonding after all! We can practice working with other Primarch, we can bond and share the glories of conquest together! Make him more an Iskander figure than Spartacus

>>5352313
False. We can't do that. They have Archeotech weapons. We do need an army for the conquering part.

We're doing the cold war communist route.
We're stirring unrest/uplifting amongst the poor through our JOURNEY/MANIFESTO!
Then we're subverting the upper class by playing the ACADEMIC/TEACHER!

And then when things bubble to a boil we GLORIOUS REVOLUTION!

But since we're not an idiot, we make good laws and give people british common wealth/free market style economics so we don't crash and burn.

We are still going to need to get to Angron first because all this is a Secondary Objective at best.

>>5352372
Angron won't see it as that though. The primarchs are one and all pridefull to a fault. What Angron will see it as is us manipulating him, pushing him to act and war how we want him to, using him as a tool, patronizing him
At the very least we need to reveal ourselves to him if we're to gove him advice
Otherwise Kyngios and his beggar sect will always be an area of suspicion for him, something that a god like Slannesh or Tzeentch can tempt him with, and when he learns the truth, that we facilitated his conquest, that we lied to him for all these years to save his ego, that he didn't even earn his own freedom, that he wasn't truly the one to save his people, well he'll blow a gasket

All this Angron deception is real gay ngl. Let's just meet him, chat him up, and collaborate with him on how to start the rebellion. Two heads are better than one right?

>>5352465
That's what I'm saying.
We have nothing to hide from Angron, so why not just meet him as his brother?

I think this might be the stupidest argument this quest has had yet. Can both sides please shut the hell up?

>>5352475
Pretty much, we should keep the mask for the public but talk with him as Lieren and you know, ask him how he wants to do this? We can help him and offer our experience but if he wants out to start a rebellion or play a longer game, its on him.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Cy7t-vzz7U

Oh look a synopsis for the guy we came to save.
Okay we need to ensure that those nails disappear before they stick those in his head.

And it seems like he's got the Paladin package.
He's got empathy and the ability to absorb pain from his allies. And the ability to resist even the worst suffering.


And since Lorgar is the "Cleric" they should be paired together to reinforce loyalty and hope instead of the crap that happened in canon.

>>5352487
Trying to get all the nails to disappear is going to be a piece of work. There canonically are supposed to be thousands of butcher's nailed gladiators in below the arenas. And they wouldnt likely be throwing away archeotech unless they have some sort of production means like some fucked up STC machine that only fabricates the things or what not. Especially when you consider the rate of usage for those nails.

>>5352488
We've erased larger example's of mankind's hubris before. It'll be done.

>>5352488
Well... we could bomb the room/s they're kept in. We still have that nuke stashed somewhere right?
If not then there's probably an armory we could raid for ordinance.


We'll still need to arm and equip the rebellion.

>>5352488
It will be a bloody work to eradicate. But we will manage it.

>>5352478
Fair enough. Bonding through brotherly conquest is also Narrativly entertaining

>>5352478
I agree, Angron would understand the help of Lieren, once explained the sheer military might of this tyrants. Any small gladiator rebellion would have simply never worked. Lieren himself judged their soldiers incredibly dangerous, and they had powerful weapons just for a simple hunt while half on drugs/drunk. Meaning, all Primarchs if in the same position of Angron would have never get out, unless with help from outside the arena.

>>5352487
This sounds good.

I mean, i think lorgar is a loose cannon and theres no amount of politics that can heal that. But its entertaining to try and reimagine him as a paladin.

I mean, in real life i'd just leave the fucker, i have zero fucks for people who enjoy their own pain.

>>5352710

What? Angron didn't enjoy pain. He was a depressed lobotomized support tank who got hit by a nerfbat,the emperor not giving a fuck and then died.

Then he got repurposed by Lorgar into a daemon prince running on pain and rage.

It's quite literally the opposite of what I said.

I think he had Lorgar in mind, anon. Whom did enjoy it, since he had a martyrdom complex.

I guess I should also vote.

>>5350646

>Plainly state you need to fill your stable of fighters, and intend to approach the Lanistas of Desh'ea to procure "Fresh blood" for your school and stables

The locals here are far too well armed for us to just simply abandon a perfectly fine secret identity, though I agree with other anons that we should be honest with Angron.

Calling the vote now.

Just travel there. You will soon have little need for the mask of Kynigos, and there is no time to be wasted on such frivolity as creating a false narrative to hide your presence:3
-Plant as many seeds like the ones planted in loc'ea along your travels:1

Plainly state that we need to fill our stable of fighters :14
- and intend to approach the Lanistas of Desh'ea to procure "Fresh blood" for your school and stables:13
-"and that you will use this time to assess the cities value to house Loc'ria while under a fitting alibi:1


The nobles who have realized the value of the Journey and its truth, will decide, on their "own" accord, to invite you on a holiday to Desh'ea, in thanks for the good you have already brought to house Loc'ria and Loc'ea:8

You will create a fake plan to bind Loc'ria with the Thal'kr through marriage, an offer to escort their heir to meet her potential suitors.:1

Travel-training trip: 1

Total votes: 21

So Lieren will plainly state he needs to fill his stable of gladiators, and intends to approach the Lanistas of Desh'ea to procue "Flesh blood" for the Arena of Loc'ea

Writing now

>>5352255
Hilarious

And once again, the simplest choice is the most effective. You, as Kynigos, are a well known patron of the arenas, and something of a rising star amongst the Lanistas that supply the gladiators to the killing games. Due to your treatment and training of those slave fighters whom you have purchased and freed, the gladiators raised and tutored within the school you purchased to serve as their home have risen to become the stars of Loc'ea's tournaments and renowned for their skill in battle and "Humiliating" shows of mercy. It wouldn't be unreasonable then for you to seek out other, hidden gems of the arena who could be cut, polished and refined into warriors as great as your current stock of fighters. With victory in the arena, comes prestige not only to the fighters, not only to the owners who leased them to the bouts, but to the rulers of the city state itself. While you have only been in the service of house Loc'ria for a short time, you are trusted above all their other servants and vassals. You saved their lives, so they trust their wealth and social standing to you. They wouldn't raise a single complaint if you asked permission to travel to the coliseums of their rivals in search of talent to appease the mob of Loc'ea and ensure their ruler continues as peacefully as it can upon the blood soaked sands of Nuceria.

So you do just that, and bring up the matter during the midday day mean you share with Lycuarch, his close family and most trusted of advisors and officials. And just as you anticipated, the patriarch of house Loc'ria is all to willing to permit the endeavor and recruitment of fresh gladiators into your personal school and employ when you bring it up between courses, suppressing your outrage at the sight of the excessive portions of their feast and the cost of each dish, each of which could feed an entire block in the slums of Loc'ea. Lycuarch pauses in his praising of your wisdom, to reprimand one of his cousins, who has taken to the Journey's lessons like a swallow to the skies, angered that he is only taking enough to satiate his hunger, rather than piling his plate high with meats stewed in honey and milk, and roasted berries served atop an aged and oozing block of cheese that you know is worth several months of wages of an well trained and oft commissioned artisan. You keep silent, as the master of the house, tipsy already, mocks and tease his kinsmen, whose even shaved his head in a show of piety and humility, unlike the long, braided styles favoured by the tyrannically and virtueless members of house Loc'ria.

And, for the same points he shames and humiliates his own cousin for, he praises you, calling what he named as ingratitude in his nieces and nephews as temperance and frugality when you eat a single brined olive from your plate, and where he derided them for taking cups of water flavored with citrus and petals instead of dark and sour wine, he applauded your concern for your health.
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>>5353500

And he did so in the same sentence, rudely turning to even his own brother, with a mouthful of food, grease and wine, to scold him for the same virtues he had a moment before praised in you. You wipe your hands on a white cloth, waving away the servant who came for you to dry your hands upon the curled hair of his scalp, as your nearest neighbor at the table grinded his teeth in frustration. You saw his hands drift to the knife on his plate, and a plan begin to form to kill the tyrant he saw before him. Disguising the motion of dissuading him with a wag of your finger, you passed him a plate of ripe, sugar powdered dates which he used to distract himself and hide the gnashing of his teeth.

You might not have a chance to hang Lycuarch, his own kinsmen might judge and execute him before you have the chance to personally bring the high tyrant of Loc'ea to justice and expose all of his crimes and follies to the populace he had long kept pressed beneath his iron fist, though the possibility doesn't concern you in the slightest. So long as his death is not needlessly prolonged, you care little of how a tyrant, or oppressor of any coat is dispatched.

After the infuriatingly long and rich feast comes to an end, you help the servants assigned to your office of first herald pack the few belongings you own as Kynigos, repeating the almost comedic shows of hypocrisy shown to you by your host and "master", if only to keep the ember of disdain you feel for the man and his similarly hedonistic ilk amongst the house of Loc'ria and their lessers in the high society of Loc'ea and their peers across Nuceria burning and alive. They are certainly not amongst the worst tyrants you have had the displeasure and ill fortune to encounter, but they have committed enough wrong doings and lived wicked enough lives that they can only repay the damages and harm they have done with their lives. Irritatingly, the jolly, red faced drunk Lycuarch has followed you from the dining room, rambling about his "ungrateful" family as he stumbles after your shadow, interweaving his complaints born of pique with warnings concerning the dangers you'll face while enjoying the hospitality of house Thal'kr, before meandering into a surprisingly poetic and verbose description of the hanging orchards and public pools of Desh'ea , public meaning in this instance open to the nobility alone. It is quite the trial remaining cordial and polite with the man, as he simply refuses to leave you in peace and talks about the most inane subjects, that would've driven even the most conceited and self centered of the Yan nobility to bored tears. Such a vapid conversation quickly wears on your patience and tolerance for outspoken idiocy and blind egotism.
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>>5353502

It is amazing how much a man who spends all his time in the luxury and comfort of his palace can find to talk about himself whilst giving meaningless and useless advice that would be more likely to cause a misunderstanding or incident than it would be to avoid it. Thankfully, he leaves you alone when you respectfully refuse the escort he offers, excusing your denial of his generosity as preferring bodyguards you have personally trained. And he only leaves because in his drunken stupor, such an explanation shatters his fragile ego and makes him so sorrowful, that one might be led to think that a beloved friend of his had died sometime early in the evening, rather than an old man politely and with all proper etiquette and courtly manners, simply declining an offer he had made while delirious with drink.

You roll your eyes and sigh as you watch the lord of the city state of Loc'ea shuffle away, all but sobbing from your rejection of his protection as you return to your packing.

The trip to Desh'ea is uneventful, besides the nightly training you preform with the freed gladiators you have brought to travel at your side, both to prevent them from being sent to the arena without your oversight and thus without proper medical attention and care, and to not arouse suspicion of a Lanista traveling to expand his roster of gladiators without at least some of his current stable accompanying him to measure the quality and worth of the new recruits. Since you wear the colors of house Loc'ria and wear their emblem of three black wolves biting each other's tails in a circle, you are not harassed by the guards outside of the great gates of the great power of Desh'ea, which dwarves even the mighty walls of Loc'ea. To compare the two would be like measuring an anthill against a mountain.

Indeed, the walls are larger than any upon Shangrala, and you quickly measure their exact height, width, thickness and the density and weight of the stones used to build them, accurately calculating the durability of each section of the wall and the exact amount of force necessary to break through it, which allows you to surmise how long it would take for various kinds of weaponry to break through, from massed rifle fire, using solid bullet, lasers, dark light or plasma, focused artillery bombardment, Aerial bombings, tank fire, the march of the steel giants, and the arcane weaponry equipped aboard Kanzeon and her sisters. These walls would not withstand the might of Shangrala, no matter what form it would take. But the walls themselves do no present a danger, it is the army behind and manning them. You have witnessed the devastation and all to well know the cost of lives exacted by two armies wielding archeotech weapons meeting in the field of battle. The wall would fall, but there would be a price to be paid to make it crumble. And it would be paid in death.
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>>5353503

You performed these calculations of the city's mundane defense, as you were questioned by the captain of the guard of Desh'ea, who, once you showed the written edict given to you by Lycuarch, and had spent close to half an hour discussing the minute details of running a gladiator school and caring for your fighters, and surprising him with the effort and expense you paid to ensure the health of your fighters, you were allowed into Desh'ea, with an unwanted escort of a dozen of its guards. Assigned to ensure you only do the business you have stated and do not go anywhere you shouldn't. They fear you're a spy, searching for weaknesses in the great city's defenses or secrets that can be used for the benefit of your "masters" of the house of Loc'ria.

How troublesome. You're already aware of where your brother is likely to be held, you saw the walls of the largest arena even before you saw the walls of this planet's capital city. It rises, as if it were challenging the heavens themselves, or standing tall enough for even the gods to witness the battles that took place within its walls. The difficulty would be of course, making contact with your brother, while being watched by the eyes of house Thal'kr for the slightest breech of protocol or show suspicious activity.

What do you do, Lieren?

>Contact the members of the Beggars guild, that have, surprising even you, already set up shop in Desh'ea and have them sneak into the arena to find the "Lord of the red sands" and deliver a message to him

>Lure your guards into an alley way, and have your personal body guards kill them so you may freely go wherever you please in the city, starting with your brother's prison.

>Meet with the Lanistas of the city, and haggle to purchase a few of their fighters, and then convince the organize of the fights to allow you to enter the most skilled of your fighters as surprise entertainment for the evening, and trust your gladiators to give a message to your brother.

>Meet with the villains who have enslaved your brother, and pretend to be interested in purchasing him from them, just to learn as much as you can about him, before you go to meet him

>Write in

>>5353504
>Meet with the villains who have enslaved your brother, and pretend to be interested in purchasing him from them, just to learn as much as you can about him, before you go to meet him

>Meet with the Lanistas of the city, and haggle to purchase a few of their fighters, and then convince the organize of the fights to allow you to enter the most skilled of your fighters as surprise entertainment for the evening, and trust your gladiators to give a message to your brother.

we are here on official business I assure you.

>>5353504
>Contact the members of the Beggars guild, that have, surprising even you, already set up shop in Desh'ea and have them sneak into the arena to find the "Lord of the red sands" and deliver a message to him
>Write in
Show the beggers the anti warp sigil and begin graffiti anew! Get that shit everywhere! But also have them begin to prep an escape route.

Ok lads the overarching plan here is simple, we make contact with our brother and tell him we're preping an escape route for himself and whomever he wishes to being with him. This way when he stages his break out or escape he has a way to bail. But also so will our own beggers when shit gets real.

>Meet with the Lanistas of the city, and haggle to purchase a few of their fighters, and then convince the organize of the fights to allow you to enter the most skilled of your fighters as surprise entertainment for the evening, and trust your gladiators to give a message to your brother
New friends!

>>5353504
>>Lure your guards into an alley way, and have your personal body guards kill them so you may freely go wherever you please in the city, starting with your brother's prison.

A reminder they might take us wanting to buy him as a threat or insult. If stuff kicks off we might lose our initiative and start the fight to early

>Contact the members of the Beggars guild, that have, surprising even you, already set up shop in Desh'ea and have them sneak into the arena to find the "Lord of the red sands" and deliver a message to him
>Meet with the Lanistas of the city, and haggle to purchase a few of their fighters, and then convince the organize of the fights to allow you to enter the most skilled of your fighters as surprise entertainment for the evening, and trust your gladiators to give a message to your brother

>>5353504

>Contact the members of the Beggars guild, that have, surprising even you, already set up shop in Desh'ea and have them sneak into the arena to find the "Lord of the red sands" and deliver a message to him

Write in - The beggars should also bring with them medicine personally made by us, a showcase of goodwill and to tell him we can help.

>Meet with the Lanistas of the city, and haggle to purchase a few of their fighters, and then convince the organize of the fights to allow you to enter the most skilled of your fighters as surprise entertainment for the evening, and trust your gladiators to give a message to your brother.

The beggars should have informed Angron of us and the gladiators should then pass him the plans we would set in motion to have him freed after we observe things for a little while.

>>5353504
>Contact the local beggars guild

>Meet the Lanistas to bring your fighters into the arena and pass along a second message.

I figure if we have a dialogue open, angeron can tell us who he needs freeing first to free himself.

>>5353504
>>Contact the members of the Beggars guild, that have, surprising even you, already set up shop in Desh'ea and have them sneak into the arena to find the "Lord of the red sands" and deliver a message to him
>>Meet with the Lanistas of the city, and haggle to purchase a few of their fighters, and then convince the organize of the fights to allow you to enter the most skilled of your fighters as surprise entertainment for the evening, and trust your gladiators to give a message to your brother.
>>Meet with the villains who have enslaved your brother, and pretend to be interested in purchasing him from them, just to learn as much as you can about him, before you go to meet him

Meeting the beggar sect is important as it allows us to initiate contact between angron and the guild. In the event anything happens, he will be able to draw on their strength as well. Our gladiators speaking with him too will show him another path.

>>5353504
>Contact the members of the Beggars guild, that have, surprising even you, already set up shop in Desh'ea and have them sneak into the arena to find the "Lord of the red sands" and deliver a message to him
>Meet with the Lanistas of the city, and haggle to purchase a few of their fighters, and then convince the organize of the fights to allow you to enter the most skilled of your fighters as surprise entertainment for the evening, and trust your gladiators to give a message to your brother.
>Meet with the villains who have enslaved your brother, and pretend to be interested in purchasing him from them, just to learn as much as you can about him, before you go to meet him

>>5353504
>Contact the members of the Beggars guild, that have, surprising even you, already set up shop in Desh'ea and have them sneak into the arena to find the "Lord of the red sands" and deliver a message to him
>Meet with the Lanistas of the city, and haggle to purchase a few of their fighters, and then convince the organize of the fights to allow you to enter the most skilled of your fighters as surprise entertainment for the evening, and trust your gladiators to give a message to your brother.

The message will be only for him

Our message should include a brief introduction, the numbers and power of the tyrants, what are the forces we have gathered and their potential, the layout of different settlements/fortifications/defenses, and a brief text that specifies "Kynigos" is here for aid him and Nuceria. And also for reveal something crucial about "Kynigos".
Further explanation will be given once he isn't under this tyrants, in a private setting between the two of them.

Lastly he needs to send the message back with written something else

>>5353504
>Meet with the Lanistas of the city, and haggle to purchase a few of their fighters, and then convince the organize of the fights to allow you to enter the most skilled of your fighters as surprise entertainment for the evening, and trust your gladiators to give a message to your brother.

Does anyone else remember when Angron picked up on one of our psychic excursions and sent some of the journey to him? Perhaps slip in a similar message.

>>5353504
>Contact the members of the Beggars guild, that have, surprising even you, already set up shop in Desh'ea and have them sneak into the arena to find the "Lord of the red sands" and deliver a message to him
Can't blow our cover just yet, and I don't want to throw our boys to the wolves just to deliver a message.
If we have them fight, they'll almost certainly die to Angron.

>>5353504
>Contact the members of the Beggars guild, that have, surprising even you, already set up shop in Desh'ea and have them sneak into the arena to find the "Lord of the red sands" and deliver a message to him
>Meet with the Lanistas of the city, and haggle to purchase a few of their fighters, and then convince the organize of the fights to allow you to enter the most skilled of your fighters as surprise entertainment for the evening, and trust your gladiators to give a message to your brother.
>Meet with the villains who have enslaved your brother, and pretend to be interested in purchasing him from them, just to learn as much as you can about him, before you go to meet him

>contact Angron with Psykerism, advise him to act like nothing is wrong and coordinate who we should save first from his people while planning his own escape. Then Meet with the Lanistas of the city, and haggle to purchase a few of their fighters, while coordinating an escape for Angron himself with the members of the Beggars guild, that have, surprising even you, already set up shop in Desh'ea

>>5353504
>Contact the members of the Beggars guild, that have, surprising even you, already set up shop in Desh'ea and have them sneak into the arena to find the "Lord of the red sands" and deliver a message to him
>Meet with the Lanistas of the city, and haggle to purchase a few of their fighters
>Meet with the villains who have enslaved your brother, and pretend to be interested in purchasing him from them, just to learn as much as you can about him, before you go to meet him

Should have went the holiday route, only way I could think of getting rid of the guards would be to have the beggars guild deniably take them out and use the shame of that to ensure things stay quite while we go out and about.

>>5353504
>Meet with the Lanistas of the city, and haggle to purchase a few of their fighters, and then convince the organize of the fights to allow you to enter the most skilled of your fighters as surprise entertainment for the evening, and trust your gladiators to give a message to your brother.
>Meet with the villains who have enslaved your brother, and pretend to be interested in purchasing him from them, just to learn as much as you can about him, before you go to meet him

>>5353504
>Contact the members of the Beggars guild, that have, surprising even you, already set up shop in Desh'ea and have them sneak into the arena to find the "Lord of the red sands" and deliver a message to him
>Meet with the Lanistas of the city, and haggle to purchase a few of their fighters, and then convince the organize of the fights to allow you to enter the most skilled of your fighters as surprise entertainment for the evening, and trust your gladiators to give a message to your brother.

Golden eyes, Golden eyes everywhere

>>5353504
>>Meet with the Lanistas of the city, and haggle to purchase a few of their fighters, and then convince the organize of the fights to allow you to enter the most skilled of your fighters as surprise entertainment for the evening, and trust your gladiators to give a message to your brother.
>>Meet with the villains who have enslaved your brother, and pretend to be interested in purchasing him from them, just to learn as much as you can about him, before you go to meet him

>>5353504
>Meet with the villains who have enslaved your brother, and pretend to be interested in purchasing him from them, just to learn as much as you can about him, before you go to meet him

>Contact the members of the Beggars guild, that have, surprising even you, already set up shop in Desh'ea and have them sneak into the arena to find the "Lord of the red sands" and deliver a message to him

Anons remember what we got told, if we approach the owners of Angron and say we want to buy him they'll take it as an insult! Sure their tyrants and fuck'em but it may we'll blow our cover if we're forced to defend ourselves. We don't want to blow our load before the Beggers Sect has grown because it would throw our lads into the grave.

If we go in here we may well end up burning the place down and hanging them all in a moment of fury.

>>5353504

>Meet with the Lanistas of the city, and haggle to purchase a few of their fighters, and then convince the organize of the fights to allow you to enter the most skilled of your fighters as surprise entertainment for the evening, and trust your gladiators to give a message to your brother.

As >>5353515 and >>5354058 said they'll take offering to buy Angron as an insult. We should avoid that unless we are planning on doing exactly that.

>>5354073
We're not offering to buy Angron though. Just his teammates so we can rescue them without suspicion.

>>5354233
reread the options. we pretend to be interested in buying him to get more info.

>>5354233
It specifically says "pretend to want to buy him"

>>5354237
>>5354242
what do you think pretending looks like to someone who doesn't know that you're pretending?

Here's an idea, we proceed with beggar/lanistas plan; and then use those circles to get a viewing of the "Unbeaten" it wouldn't be so crazy for an old lanista to want to see such an specimen and unless they have something to hide, they will probably allow us for the sake of bragging.
Pretending to buy Angron will get us expelled from the city.
Once in his presence we can have a conversation with his owner and he himself in parallel through wind whispering

Calling the vote now, sorry for the long wait, hadn't been feeling well.

Meet with the villains who have enslaved your brother, and pretend to be interested in purchasing him from them, just to learn as much as you can about him, before you go to meet him:8

Meet with the Lanistas of the city, and haggle to purchase a few of their fighters, and then convince the organize of the fights to allow you to enter the most skilled of your fighters as surprise entertainment for the evening, and trust your gladiators to give a message to your brother.:16

Contact the members of the Beggars guild, that have, surprising even you, already set up shop in Desh'ea and have them sneak into the arena to find the "Lord of the red sands" and deliver a message to him:12
-The beggars should also bring with them medicine: 1

Show the beggers the anti warp sigil : 1

Lure your guards into an alley way, and have your personal body guards kill them so you may freely go wherever you please in the city, starting with your brother's prison.:1

contact Angron with Psykerism, advise him to act like nothing is wrong and coordinate who we should save first from his people while planning his own escape.: 1

Total votes:19

So Lieren will contact the members of the beggar guild, and have them sneak into the arena to deliver a message to his brothers, before meeting with the Lanistas of the city and purchasing a few of their fighters and convincing them to organize fights so he may place his most skilled gladiators in the arena to deliver a second message to his caged brother.

Writing now

And meeting with the agents who have already covertly alerted you to your presence the moment you stepped beneath the great shadow of the towering walls, at least directly and openly, would be seen as suspicious in a bizarre sense, for what rich man and servant of the high riders would kneel and lower himself to speak with the lower classes and poor? However, if such a minor obstacle as being unable to hold a conversation or direct dialogue could prevent you from passing messages or orders along, you would not have so quickly brought the Yan tyrants to their deserved graves. You had, of course, anticipated the need to be able to pass along unheard orders and hidden commands to the members of your beggar sect, and part of their training that immediately follows their induction includes lessons to be able to translate messages and missives hidden within subtle shifts of motion and gestures that would be overlooked and mistaken as mere mannerisms rather than the complex, unspoken language they are. While this alone could not form a complete command, nor give them the whole of the message you intend for them to deliver to your imprisoned brother, if it is combined with the usage particular emphasis on certain words or syllables and graduals shifts of the pattern of speech used in the conversation you share with merchants and your unwanted watchdogs, the incomplete order and message to be delivered would become much more complete and complex and would draw the attention of the most trained of the beggars who have managed to reach Desh'ea. A feat which has caught you by surprise, you had not expected them to be able to move and spread with such whirlwind rapidity to reach and establish their operations and sink the roots of their unseen influence into the fertile soils of the capital of this world's slums and ghettos. An accomplishment you make sure to praise the local leaders for, as they pass by you as you pause to admire the jewelry hawked by a vender, while turning a dry apple like fruit you had been nibbling away out to write messages in its taught skin and juicy flesh. The head of the local branch of the beggar sect, a reed thin, saggy faced elder with a mangy, hanging grey beard, pauses and whispers a refrain of benevolence in azure and plum, translated to the Nucerian tongue.

The particular verse, when used with the cant and slang you had appropriated to serve as a private dialect and code amongst the urchin and beggar martial artists and thieves you had trained, is used to ask for further explanation. You oblige him, as you disguise your conversation by beginning a rambling conversation with the guards already exhausted with the winding and ponderous tales they, by means of your higher and honored station, are forced to listen to with true attentiveness and at least a measure of false interest, while the local head kneels down to scrub filth from his sandals and pick at his beard.
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>>5356297

He nods, listening intently as you at last finish relaying the orders, by tracing a line of Long-Jian characters into the sand as you pass him by, knowing only he will understand what you have written. It is the message you have prepared for him to deliver to your brother, though you only refer to him as the "Lord of the red sands", which is what finally ties together the hidden and subtle messages you have given the head and his underlings, and reveals to them the whole of your command. He nods once more, and makes a show of begging and pleading to you, which you reply with a scornful slap and wordless growl, at least to the eyes of the onlookers. In actually, with all the tenderness of a grandfather, you caress his cheek and wish him luck in fulfilling the duty you have given him the privilege of holding.

"I must meet with the premiere Lanistas of the City, if you could be so kind as to send a messenger ahead, so they can gather together the wheat from the chaff of their stables" You bark haughtily, snapping your fingers as you ready to carry out the second half of your plan to establish contact with your brother, and begin your efforts to assist him in lifting the collar from his neck, and snapping the chains that bind him wrist and ankle
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Angron sat, contemplative, in the gloom of his private cell. A rare moment of peace, brought about by his latest attempt to escape from the confines of the walls of the arena, that had been his home since he had been found upon those lonely mountains. Solitary confinement, was his punishment now. Far enough his cries and shouts could not reach the ears of his friends and comrades in arms, but close enough so he could hear the pained cries of those who had accompanied them, a cruel punishment, to force him to hear and feel the agony of those he held not only with respect, but with familial love as brothers and sisters of the sands. His mind wandered, as he accepted the tortures of his kinsmen of choice into himself, once more contemplating and pondering the strange dreams he had of golden and silver eyes, of raging fires and chilled waters, of fog and of queer, lions with silver and mist in their coats. He thought of The warrior, towering and dressed in raiment unknown to him or any other he had described them to, whose eyes were filled with golden fire and sorrowful rage, whose iron wrought hair flowed and whistle like blades cutting through the air, as he marched through the burning field of graves, sometimes at Angron's side, and sometimes against him at the head of a vast army of phantoms. He thought of the maid by the river, with innocent joy in her silver eyes, as she waded and danced through rivers touched by frost, who at times joined in her revelry and at times found his hands coated in her blood as her eyes once filled with joy and bliss emptied of life as the cold waters were dyed red.
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>>5356301

These dreams had become increasingly vivid of late, and he had reexperienced the fantasy of the two, the warrior and maiden alike, appearing from the dark of his prison, and snapping his chains to lead him from beneath the earth to bask in warmth of sun as a free man, a dream that always brought him to bitter, weeping tears when he was pulled from it. And recently, he began to dream of a radiant king and a red skinned wizard, who spoke to him and offered him comfort and shared their wisdom with him, though he could never remember the advice they had given when he awoke, at least not completely and what little he retained from his dreams, had proven valuable indeed and had even saved the lives of a handful of his fellow gladiators and allowed him to nearly evade his captors, before he was dragged back in chains to his prison.

Again, the lord of the red sands began to wonder, if these actors in his dreams were ghosts of the past or visions of the future. He began to wonder as he had sometimes before, if that was why he was so treasured beyond his martial prowess, because he was thought to be the last of a titanic race of valiant warriors of free minds and willful stubbornness? His mood began to grow dark, as this train of thought lead to depressive and mournful thoughts, but before he could begin to wallow in the mire of his imagination. He heard a noise, the sound of iron striking iron.

He sat upright, and saw an old man, hidden by a cloak wrapped tightly around himself, striking a rod to the bars of his cell. Immediately, his contemplations and musings were dashed like skull upon rocks, and he forgot what he was thinking from sheer baffled confusion. But before he could growl a demand to know what this stranger was doing here, and if he had been sent by the high riders to torment him, the man pulled off the wrappings around his face and flashed a coy smile.

"This humble beggar greets the lord of the red sands, and brings with him a message, if the unbeaten would be willing to listen to it" He said, kneeling before him as if he were not a slave, but rather a master

"Who sent you?" Angron growled, lowering his voice as he pushed aside question such as "How did this man get down here" and "what the hell is going on" "Obviously not the Thal'kr, but who would have cause to send a slave a letter?"

"A friend" The man mysteriously answered "And my honored teacher, I dare not speak his name, while beneath the shadow of the riders, but, he seeks you out, and has commanded me to tell you..."

"Tell me what" Angron asked sharply , though not out of anger, but rather curiosity and hope

"A strange message, but my grandfather is a strange man, perhaps your ears can discern a meaning from where I find none" The beggar whispered, pressing himself against the bars and beckoning Angron to move closer to them. He obliged, and turned his head for the man to whisper into his ear....
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>>5356304

What are the two messages you've sent to your brother, Lieren?

>As you cry out in pain, the blood in your veins resonates and carries your plea, and the blood within my veins hears its call | It answers back, shouting through the the storm of blades and intrigue "You are not alone, my brother"

>Golden eyes weep as they see you suffer, watching yet unable to intervene | Now, Golden eyes, offers you aid and friendship. He is near, but remains hidden.

>Once, there was a giant, who lived lonely amongst men, wondering if beneath all the stars in the sky, he was the only giant to walk | This once lonely giant, found his kin, upon these reddened sands and waits to join his brother in battle

>A hunter wanders, from fog swept valleys, onto the sun scorched sands thirsting for tyrants blood | The high riders shall soon taste the hunter's spear and feel his wrath, but not until the unbeaten is freed from his chains

>Write in

>>5356309
>>A hunter wanders, from fog swept valleys, onto the sun scorched sands thirsting for tyrants blood | The high riders shall soon taste the hunter's spear and feel his wrath, but not until the unbeaten is freed from his chains
"Hunter" should more than make it clear who this message is from when the night's festivities start, as well as give him the hope necessary to endure for a short while longer.

>>5356309
>Once there was a giant

>A hunter wanders from fog
Modified the second to say "a hunter of gold from fogswept vallies"

>>5356322
> support

>>5356322
>>5356309
Supporting

>>5356309
>>Once, there was a giant, who lived lonely amongst men, wondering if beneath all the stars in the sky, he was the only giant to walk | This once lonely giant, found his kin, upon these reddened sands and waits to join his brother in battle
We could tell him alot, but knowing FAMILY is here, and he is not alone, is the best thing we could do for Angron for now.

>>5356309
>Once, there was a giant, who lived lonely amongst men, wondering if beneath all the stars in the sky, he was the only giant to walk | This once lonely giant, found his kin, upon these reddened sands and waits to join his brother in battle.

>Golden eyes weep as they see you suffer, watching yet unable to intervene | Now, Golden eyes, offers you aid and friendship. He is near, but remains hidden.

>>5356309
>Golden eyes weep as they see you suffer, watching yet unable to intervene | Now, Golden eyes, offers you aid and friendship. He is near, but remains hidden.

>>5356309
>>>A hunter wanders, from fog swept valleys, onto the sun scorched sands thirsting for tyrants blood | The high riders shall soon taste the hunter's spear and feel his wrath, but not until the unbeaten is freed from his chains

>>Prepare for extraction. Operation Nuncian freedom will begin soon after.

>>5356373
You realize Lieren struggles to speak without making things sound like poetry and riddles, right?

>>5356309
>Once, there was a giant, who lived lonely amongst men, wondering if beneath all the stars in the sky, he was the only giant to walk | This once lonely giant, found his kin, upon these reddened sands and waits to join his brother in battle

>A hunter wanders, from fog swept valleys, onto the sun scorched sands thirsting for tyrants blood | The high riders shall soon taste the hunter's spear and feel his wrath, but not until the unbeaten is freed from his chains

>>5356382
But anon we have to go in, the mainstream eldar media is saying the highriders have WMDS. We can't just let a tyrants have WMDS in their little sand kingdoms

kek

>>5356309
Angron doesn't seem like a very poetic guy, I doubt he would understand any of this

>>5356395
Counter point he hasn't been nailed and still has higher brain functions

>>5356309
>Write in
The Mistborn is here
Sowing seeds of tyrants bane
Awaits your signal

Haiku time!

>>5356309
>Once, there was a giant, who lived lonely amongst men, wondering if beneath all the stars in the sky, he was the only giant to walk | This once lonely giant, found his kin, upon these reddened sands and waits to join his brother in battle

>>5356395
still a primarch, and he has visions to associate with reality. beyond that he has time to consider them in this cell, and most importantly send a message back now

>>5356395
Your right anon. Its hard to understand how those messages are saying 'your family is here!' and 'shits about to get really violent'. I have no idea how he could possibly grasp the cunningly hidden and prose filled points of those messages.

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>>5356395
...Do you think he's retarded or something?
He's a Primarch for fuck's sake.

>>5356395
He would unserstand the Golden eyes ones, because of his dreams.

>>5356309
>A hunter wanders, from fog swept valleys, onto the sun scorched sands thirsting for tyrants blood | The high riders shall soon taste the hunter's spear and feel his wrath, but not until the unbeaten is freed from his chains
>Once, there was a giant, who lived lonely amongst men, wondering if beneath all the stars in the sky, he was the only giant to walk | This once lonely giant, found his kin, upon these reddened sands and waits to join his brother in battle

>>5356448
oh yeah, the dreams I forgot about that.

>>5356402
Can we replace "Mistborn" with "Golden Eyes"?

I kinda want to develop Leiren's haiku game.

>>5356309
>>Golden eyes weep as they see you suffer, watching yet unable to intervene | Now, Golden eyes, offers you aid and friendship. He is near, but remains hidden.
>A hunter wanders, from fog swept valleys, onto the sun scorched sands thirsting for tyrants blood | The high riders shall soon taste the hunter's spear and feel his wrath, but not until the unbeaten is freed from his chains

>>5356309
>Golden eyes weep as they see you suffer, watching yet unable to intervene | Now, Golden eyes, offers you aid and friendship. He is near, but remains hidden.

>>5356309
>>5356322

+1

Whatever we end up doing, first order of buisness after saving Angron is giving him a Primarch Pattern Hug after all the shit he’s been through.

After that whatever we do will likely be some good bonding/Catharsis for him

>>5356309
>>As you cry out in pain, the blood in your veins resonates and carries your plea, and the blood within my veins hears its call | It answers back, shouting through the the storm of blades and intrigue "You are not alone, my brother"

>>5356309
>A hunter wanders, from fog swept valleys, onto the sun scorched sands thirsting for tyrants blood | His golden eyes, offers you aid and friendship. He is near, but remains hidden.

Fusing these two seems good, a hunter reference, golden eyes reference, and most importantly a reference that Lieren is operating by being sneaky.

>>5356322
+1
Ill support this

>>5356309
>>Golden eyes weep as they see you suffer, watching yet unable to intervene | Now, Golden eyes, offers you aid and friendship. He is near but remains hidden.

>>5356309
>Golden eyes weep as they see you suffer, watching yet unable to intervene | Now, Golden eyes, offers you aid and friendship. He is near, but remains hidden

>>5356309
Changing from
>>5357294
To

>A hunter wanders, from fog swept valleys, onto the sun scorched sands thirsting for tyrants blood | The high riders shall soon taste the hunter's spear and feel his wrath, but not until the unbeaten is freed from his chains

I don't want him to feel like we're helpless to aid him

>>5356309
>Golden eyes weep as they see you suffer, watching yet unable to intervene | Now, Golden eyes, offers you aid and friendship. He is near, but remains hidden

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Calling the vote. Sorry for the long wait, was real sick over the weekend and I've only now recovered (entirely my fault, I drank way too much)

. Also, noticed that a lot of the new threads on sup/tg/ are getting bombarded with downvotes, including the previous thread of this. What's up with that? It's weird.

A hunter wanders, from fog swept valleys, onto the sun scorched sands thirsting for tyrants blood | The high riders shall soon taste the hunter's spear and feel his wrath, but not until the unbeaten is freed from his chains:12
-a hunter of gold from fog-swept valleys:5

Once, there was a giant, who lived lonely amongst men, wondering if beneath all the stars in the sky, he was the only giant to walk | This once lonely giant, found his kin, upon these reddened sands and waits to join his brother in battle:10


Golden eyes weep as they see you suffer, watching yet unable to intervene | Now, Golden eyes, offers you aid and friendship. He is near, but remains hidden.:6

Prepare for extraction. Operation Nuncian freedom will begin soon after.:1

The Mistborn is here. Sowing seeds of tyrants bane. Awaits your signal: 1

As you cry out in pain, the blood in your veins resonates and carries your plea, and the blood within my veins hears its call | It answers back, shouting through the the storm of blades and intrigue "You are not alone, my brother":1

Total votes: 22

So Lieren's message to Angron will not only be in two parts, but be two messages halved

the first half of the first being "A hunter of gold wanders, from fog swept valleys, onto the sun scorched sands thirsting for tyrants blood"

And the first half of the second being "Once, there was a giant, who lived lonely amongst men, wondering if beneath all the stars in the sky, he was the only giant to walk"

Writing now. Sorry to keep you waiting, but I was feeling really ill after drinking enough to make Russ turn pale like the snows of Fenris

>>5359975
As they say.

The cure to a hangover is more alcohol~ SKAL~

Due to psyker and warp psychology bullshittery I wonder how the Chimera Legion and War hounds are doing together, or the proto thousand sons and iron warriors? Since we're on good terms did it echo to our sons? Did the Emperor spread the journey to our lads or lock it up?

I suspect the downvotes are either /pol/ or /leftypol/ finding out about /qst/ and considering certain shill bait quests made solely to provoke people, justified some sort of response from political trolls.

>>5360001
It could also be alphabet agents here to just be assholes.

"For, the messages seem, to my dustworn ears, incomplete. Like parts of two different stories or songs taken from their whole and spoken together" The cloth wrapped elder spoke with an almost idle curiosity, as if he did not fear the unpleasant and painful fate and punishment that would await him should he be found here by the tech thralls of the high riders or their truly loyal servants, speaking a hidden, mysterious message to their prized slave whilst he was meant to be suffering in silence in the dark of his cell, alone and ignored. Angron narrowed his eyes, a queer, low form of suspicious rising from within his gut, he felt that this man posed no threat to himself, though he could feel despite his small stature and lanky frame withered and weighed by his age and a lifetime of toil, that he stood taller as a warrior than even some of his own valued comrades imprisoned within the tournament grounds. So, curious to see how such a fossil could possibly exude such an aura of danger despite bearing a crooked back and rail thin limbs, and why his mysterious master, a man who must be older than the very stones beneath his own feet if even an ancient, sun worn creature such as the beggar who stood before him was his grandchild. Angron furrowed his brow, trying to imagine the features of a being so ancient and so old, how wrinkled and liver spotted they'd be, how shriveled they would become. In the end, in his mind's eye, he beheld a ruddy skinned, monkey like creature with a leather tough hide and twinkling black hide.

"Perhaps" His oddly dressed guest eventually ventured after Angron had spoken no answer or reply to him "My grandfather has already devised and orchestrated the delivery of the other half of these two messages he has given to me, and a messenger bearing them shall appear as I have, and fade once more into the sands lifted by the winds. I cannot say, for even his closest students do not know the contents of that crafty man's cunning mind..."

"Speak them, and speak them quickly, for both of our sake" Angron said, in a low tone, kneeling closer to the old beggar as he clicked his tongue and adopted an utterly foreign and strange accent, unheard of to Angron's ears. It sound aristocratic, noble, but unlike the words spoken by the haughty voices of the High riders, it flowed like the wind, gently and gracefully rather than the whip like enunciation of his cruel masters "And then begone from here, to return to your elder, before you are lost to him"

"Death is but another journey" The beggar said blithely, as Angron eyed the passage he had presumably stepped from, wary of the sudden appearance of any guard on patrol, the statement being so shocking to the gladiator he looked back to the beggar immediately, nearly hitting the bars of his cell with his cheek as he felt a truly rare sensation swell within him, that of surprise
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>>5360028

"But, I shall do as you command, Lord of the red sands. Perhaps these words will hold deeper meaning to you than they have for me, I have been told different minds are illuminated by different sights"

Angron held his tongue, wanting nothing more than to bark at the old man angrily, calling him a wind bag and other insults, partially out of irritation that he was taking so long to deliver the message that he had endangered his own life to speak to him, but he held his tongue, for his curiosity was far stronger than his anger. Besides, this strange old man, in his strange dark clothes, clearly did not fear death in even the slightest, he was like a hardened warrior, though he bore no scars besides a broken and reset nose. As if remembering his purpose for sneaking beneath the highest and grandest tournament grounds on Nuceria, beneath the noses of its most powerful family, the beggar nearly pressed his lips to Angron's ear, the sensation of warm breath washing over them as he whispered...Poetry? But not of the sort his masters had forced him to endure, for one it was actually pleasant and thought provoking rather than self indulgent and meaningless, and it was also structured differently. Angron knew there were terms to describe how it was different, but he was not educated in such matters. He only was aware enough to realize it was a different form of poetry, unlike any he had been forced to tolerate in the celebrations and private meetings with the family whose heel he had been born beneath.

"A hunter of gold wanders, from fog swept valleys, onto the sun scorched sands thirsting for tyrants blood" The beggar whispered, before pausing and allowing a heavy silence to fall within Angron's "private chambers". A silence that allowed him to ponder the intent and meaning of his words. Clearly the ancient man who wished him to hear his words, was an ally, for he to wished to see the throats of the high riders torn as their blood gurgle and spurted onto the hot sands of the arena floor. He did not know why he did not simply say as such, but, putting it in such a flowery manner did at least show he was not simply an ambitious rival seeking to turn the Thal'kr's own dog against them. If he was a noble, he was of a different breed entirely. And fog swept valleys? Angron, in his search for giants and golden eyes, had heard of no such place upon Nuceria as he studied histories, folklore and old wives tales in vain to find even a trace of the figures that haunted his dreams. Perhaps that was some kind of a metaphor? A hint to his faceless ally's origins or homeland? Perhaps there once, in a time long distant from the present, were valleys shrouded by fog, but they had been trampled and ground into naught by flat plains and arid air?
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>>5360029

Angron knew that there was a shift in the climate that caused the migration of the people who became the highriders, that was remembered in mythology as a cataclysm spurned on by the wrath of distant, nameless gods. Angron realized thinking about valleys and fogs would lead him no closer to finding the identity of this mysterious figure who saw fit to reach out to him as ally and friend, so instead he turned his mind to the first part of the message.

The unseen teacher of the beggar called himself a Hunter of Gold, assuming he is referring to himself in the message. Hunter of gold? A Mercenary? Or is it a reference to his prey being the gilded lords of the high houses? Again, it was a poetic turn of phrase, an odd title that one would more likely find in a fairytale. Whoever this Hunter of gold was, he must be one gutsy and audacious man, to so freely identify himself as an enemy of the nobility and the rich? Perhaps he had lived only so long because none of the high riders had the sense or ability to contemplate the meaning of the epithet.

Angron furrowed his brow, as he noticed the beggar was grinning coyly at him, like he was in on some joke or prank being played on him and he was struggling to keep himself from laughing.

"What's so funny?" Angron asked brusquely

"You're contemplating the words I spoke so deeply, you nearly began to meditate" He said, further confusing angron, as he had absolutely no idea what he meant and it must've been clear on his face that he didn't, cause the man giggled barely louder than a whisper "it is good, that you think on the deeper meaning of the message, and ponder it at length. Now, for the second message I was told to deliver by my nine times honored teacher"

"You really are fearless" Angron sighed, sitting back down as the man tapped his chin, and changed his tone and posture, seeming like he was now telling a story rather than repeating a line of a poem.

"Once, there was a giant, who lived lonely amongst men, wondering if beneath all the stars in the sky, he was the only giant to walk" He whispered, pulling up the shawl wrapped around his neck and face, tightening it to hide his features beneath its densely woven cloth "And no, I have plenty of fears, I simply accept death as a natural end to life. But I do not seek it out, and if I linger"

"You'll be butchered" Angron said, not so subtly motioning for the old man to leave him, and in return he was given a strangely familiar smile, as if the two had met before the beggar had come out of the shadows like a ghost

"If we were not under the shadow of the high riders, I'd tell you the tall tale that reminded me of, perhaps, my grandfather will be able to share it with you personally, but alas, I must away" The man said, turning his back to Angron and slithering away into the gloom, vanishing as if he were never there to begin with,
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>>5360030

Indeed, Angron was only able to follow the path he took out of his cell through his superhuman senses and intuition. He smirked as he lifted himself from the ground, dusting his legs with the back of his hand

That was an escape route he had yet to try. Was showing him it also intentional? He sat down to ponder this, wincing as he felt the torture of his kin of the arena return to his mind, feeling like a burning brand of iron being pressed and jostled against his brow
_

"Kynigos the ancient, though you are...young as a Lanista, the renown spread by your name has even reached us here in the jewel of Nuceria and the crown of the Desh'elika Mountains" One of the Lanistas, the leader of the group you had requested to meet you, through possessing greater wealth, and influence than the rest, rather than his seniority, wisdom or virtues. You nod, wearing a smiling mask of pride and accomplishment as you stirred a finger in the darkly bitter, and drugged tea you had been offered. Clearly they had intend to swindle you out of your best fighters while you were intoxicated and under the influence of the swamp herp they had mixed into the beverage, hidden by more potent and flavorful spices, barks and roots that would find a home in Long-Jian cuisine, traditional or experimental. It wouldn't kill a man even as frail and old as Kynigos, and it'd do nothing to you.

So to establish you were not someone to be trifled with, and set the Lanistas you met with at unease to weaken their defenses and create an opening for your manipulations, you downed the beverage with out breath and let out a drawn out sigh, and nearly caused one of the skinnier men to faint from the vapors that rose from your hot, heady breath.

"I am humbled by your praise, for it is spoken both by my junior in years and my superior in this business of blood and guts" You sneer as the head Lanista visibly pales, motioning for his slave to not pour you a second glass, warily watching you as if he expects you collapse and faint at any moment, his eyes widening with ever moment that passes when you do not "I am honored to know that the names of Kynigos and those of boys and girls he has lovingly raised to carry steel upon the reddened sands as gladiators of the great sport of Nuceria, enjoyed by all, has spread even to the greatest city yet built upon it"

"Y..yes, it is truly a great honor, for you to be recognized by men of our standing, that we would denign to meet with you and speak business and slaves" The alpha Lanista said shakily as you, against their customs and sense of etiqutte, forcefully took the pitcher of wine and poured yourself another glass, emptying it as quickly as the first and narrowing your eyes in amusement as your hosts winced and pulled at their collars, worrying they were watching the death of a rival house's favored servant as you set your glass down
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>>5360031

and burped in the face of the bald but bearded Lanista trying to sneakily move to your side to check your health and catch you when the potent elixir you drank would inevitably have its effect on your aged body. He fell to the ground, stiff as a board

"Haah, the constitution of young men has failed since the days of my youth" You sighed forlornly as the leader of your gracious and scheming hosts stammered, looking at his fellow in disbelief as the others looked at you with expression that said, "do you mean the dawn of time, old timer?". You chuckled, and tapped your fingers on the rim of the silver goblet you had drained, purely to establish dominance and superiority of these prideful young men and slave owners.

"Now shall we talk buisness, it does little good for us to exchange compliments and praises between one another" You say with a wink "Especially when some of us are staying up past their bedtime, clearly"

The head Lanista looked at you, his eyes barely concealing how insulted he felt by your demeanor, and the rest of his face showed how intimidate he now was of "Old, helpless Kynigos"

"Straight to the point, I admire such diligence and solemnity to our work as tradesmen and trainers" he said, after regaining his composure "I heard from my men in the guard force that you wish to purchase new talent"

"Yes, purchase, not trade for" You say with a sinister, feline grin "But I cannot suggest a price without seeing the quality of the fighters you keep stabled, to be butchered by...what was he called again? The red king? The undefeated? The peerless"

"Angron Thal'Kyr?" One of the others gasped, as the rest silently seethed by the sheer disrespect and disregard you showed to them the "Kind masters of the best fighters and war dogs of all Nuceria". And it was very much intentional, on your part. It has been too long since you could subtly insult and offend men like them, who had been rendered all but extinct on Shangrala's fair face by your lifelong effort to rid that world of the disease of tyranny.

"Yes I suppose that was his name" You say, imitating the mannerisms and tone of a doddering old man "I do not wish to buy mere fodder and chaff, whose sole purpose is to be mauled by...such a miraculous specimen, I hear he is a giant of a man!"

"We assure you, all of our stock is of the highest quality" The head Lanista says with a strained expression and a vein or two popping on his forehead

"Yet you send them to be slaughtered by a giant, daily" You muse outloud, plucking your illusionary beard, before pressing your knuckles to your chin and grinding your teeth "before I set the price for your gladiators, we'll have a series of..."

You pause and fake a look of sudden realization, as if you had suddenly arrived to an exhilarating thought and novel idea
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>>5360032

"I know! We'll put your word that the fighting men of Desh'ea are superior to the test, and see how they measure to the gladiators I've brought with me, all personally trained by myself of course" You say, luring them into a trap you had set by giving them the burning desire to see you humiliated and knocked from the pedestal you had sat yourself upon above them, and prove their own greater worth and skill as Lanistas against you, the foreigner whose made a mockery of their careers and talents without directly insulting them in a manner that would give them just cause for open and violent or covert retaliation against your sharp, biting tongue.

Laughing gregariously, and boisterously pouring yourself more wine to spill across their silk covered table as you lift it and dramatically whip the glass around through the air to emphasize the words of your audaciously bold proposal as you speak it.

"I'm certain men of your standing can arrange for fights and matches to be organized, with a different roster than was planned for the nights entertainment to quell the angry hearts of the mob of Desh'ea" You state merrily as they watch you like starving jackals, thinking they have found a way to seize you by the throat, that they are all to ready to pounce upon "I do not care for the specifics, but, I shall lend the city my foremost talents as surprise entertainment, so we can put to the test whether the gladiators of Loc'ea or Desh'ea are superior through public combat, for all to see the outcome we find, rather than private and secretive spars"

And so, you found a means for the second half of your two messages to be delivered to your brother
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"You'll be on your best behavior" one of the cruelest of the Thal'kr's taskmasters commanded Angron, as he secured the straps of the armor he had been given to wear, more ceremonial than his usual affair, as his beloved war dog gnawed on a meatless bone at his side "You will hold yourself with the dignity and poise of a slave of Thal'kr, and you will fight like a mountain devil, like a man possessed. You will not hesitate, as you have gotten into the bad habit of delaying your killing blows, to the dissatisfaction of your owner and wider populace. You will cleave through your opponents like a scythe through wheat"

"I thought I was supposed to languish in lonely darkness for a month after my latest...show of resistance" Angron spoke softly, hiding his spite, but only barely, through obviously faked politeness. However a genuine smile did crack his lips as he spotted his mentor Oenomaus amongst the fighters performing their drills in the yard below, under the shadow of the hanging gardens he himself sat within
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>>5360033

"I can only wonder what the circumstances are behind the shortening of my punishment" He said with a grimace as he tightened his arm to the point it'd fit snugly to him, clinging to his shoulders, torso and upper legs, leaving his arms entirely bare and unprotected, revealing the scars he had earned upon them from the worthy foes he had cut down "Is there to be a celebration of sorts"

"I do not know, all I know is that you are demanded in the arena, whether by the mob or our masters, I do not know. And that gladiators from Loc'ea are to be present in the pit tonight, alongside the usual local combatants" The taskmask spat as he walked away "I suppose, some proud Lanista from beyond our great city's walls, is being taught a lesson in humility. Those gladiators have already arrived, if you wish to measure their worth with your own eyes"

Angron paused, having began to sharpen his sword, as the strange meeting he had this morning, with the old beggar who spoke of hunters and giants, return to the forefront of his thoughts. So, he chose to observe these strangers, as they practiced in a yard loaned to them to these visitors. And no sooner than he did, he was brazenly approached by the largest of them, a broad shoulder, bronze with densly corded muscles and a heavy, carefully braided beard. Normally, this man would've been cut down immediately for such impudence, but the guards were surprisingly lax...and unfamiliar to Angron, something about their manner was odd, they lacked the bearing and holding of the other guards he, and seemed almost purposefully lazy and idle...and their armor was wholely ill fitting. Angron's instincts curdled, as he worked to piece together the puzzle he had found himself in, realizing that the forces working to court his favor had a far longer reach than he could have ever anticipated.

Angron squinted his eyes, and took in a sharp breath as he noticed the scar upon the man's stomach. A deep wound to the gut. Only the high riders have the knowledge to treat such an injury. Yet this slave showed no obvious signs of bearing cybernetic implants or augmentation. The gladiator marching to him, glanced around, and dropped the act of posturing and strutting to him to try and cow the giant whose shadow swallowed him whole.

"I trust the first half of my master's messages have reached you, it took a lot of effort to make it so we can speak without being overheard. We shall meet as en...no opponents, tonight, but we are not your foes nor your enemies" The man said, as Angron wondered why he chose to specify between the three words that meant practically the same thing "My savior has told me to speak these words to you, whenever I find the chance, thankfully, it is before we must meet upon the theater of battle"
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>>5360034

"Speak your piece, before your replacement of the guards is realized and the imposters are found" Angron said bluntly, though he heard his own voice lift with a rare cheerfulness, as he began to, perhaps unwisely, hope that tonight would be the last night he'd be called slave or dog

"The high riders shall soon taste the hunter's spear and feel his wrath, but not until the unbeaten is freed from his chains" The bearded gladiator stated confidently, lifting both his head and chest. Angron felt his lips lift into a smirk, despite his efforts to present an emotionless face to this stranger. So, there were two messages being delivered after all, and the first was "A hunter of gold wanders, from fog swept valleys, onto the sun scorched sands thirsting for tyrants blood. The high riders shall soon taste the hunter's spear and feel his wrath, but not until the unbeaten is freed from his chains"

So, clearly this Hunter of gold, the ancient grandfather of the old man and master of this gladiator, is a rebellious soul like himself and seeks to make an alliance with him to cast down the tyrannical high riders from their palaces, but does not believe himself and his strangely skilled underlings from being capable of doing it alone, without the strength and will of Angron Thal'kyr.

"I see, the first message is clear to me now. If your master is listening, or if you live to return my reply, tell him I am willing if he is able to prove his trustworthiness and worth as an ally" Angron answered quietly, a strange chill and clarity rushing through him like flood waters, anticipation mixed with something like dread...some broken part of himself cried out that to hope was to be disappointed, but the fire in blood could not be so easily quieted, and his mind raced and filled with fantastical delusions of freedom from and triumph against his bloodthirsty and cruel masters

"I hope I shall see the old man's face again, I trust you won't be merciless in the ring" The man said with a strange, familiar smile like the old beggar before "But the second, I feel may prove him worthy of naming your ally, if it means what I think it may"

"Speak" Angron demanded, eyes wild and hands trembling with anticipation

"This once lonely giant, found his kin, upon these reddened sands and waits to join his brother in battle" The gladiator spoke with a beaming, almost blinding grin.

it felt as though he had been struck by lightning. The giant the beggar referred to was not him...or maybe it was, and it both referred to him and this other giant who now sought him out. His mouth dried and his eyes became teary as his head clouded and seemed to fill with vapor and steam as a triumphant, amazed voice repeated the whole message in the back of his mind.
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"Once, there was a giant, who lived lonely amongst men, wondering if beneath all the stars in the sky, he was the only giant to walk. This once lonely giant, found his kin, upon these reddened sands and waits to join his brother in battle"

Angron felt the color drain from his face, and his breath halt in his throat. His heart seized and he nearly bit his tongue. He composed himself, taking in a sharp breath of air, that came out unsteady as he turned away from the smiling man, and hurriedly walked away from him, and the other agents of the man who was no longer faceless in his mind. The image of an aged, golden eyed warrior, marked with battle, appeared before him, illusionary like morning mist, smiling proudly and reaching out to him, dressed in the odd armor. The armor of his people. He wasn't alone, a freak specimen. He had family, blood family, living kinsmen. A never before seen, joyful and celebrant grin plastered itself on the lord of the red sands features, as he imagined what was to come by the setting of the sun, and a dire anticipation filled him as he felt the warm blood of his masters soaking into his face and sprinkling his tongue.

His wildest dreams, he felt, were soon to be realized. And he had to ready himself, and pass the message along to his own, trusted comrades. Another chance of freedom was soon to present itself.
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"Hmm" You say, sitting in the seat of honor besides the Lanistas you swindled into bringing your plans to fruition "The shade is most pleasant at this hour, when the air cools yet is still warm and the beating, unrelenting light of the sun dims and ceases its assault upon these weary eyes of mine. I thank you, honored host for allowing me such comforts, why I think I can almost see the house of Thal'kr from this seat"

"What...was that drink you gave me" The Lanista by you whimpers, have tasted the venom of the dragon's spit, as you always kept a bottle on handy to serve as a disinfectant if the need arose "It..still burns within me, I feel it melting through my stomach"

"I did warn you, did I not, to mix it with fruit juice and water" You sneer as you kick your legs up on the railing before you "Your suffering is no fault but your own. Now, how much longer must we wait for the fighting to begin"

And for you to have your chance to see your brother with your own eyes, directly, and set in motion one of the thousands of plans you have concocted to see him released from his bondage.

"It will begin soon, after the heads of the Thal'kr speak to the crowd and deliver their good will to the people" the bald headed Lanista whispered. He is amongst the wiser of your hosts' number, as he did not take you up on your offer of strange, clear alcohol when you brought the bottle out from you satchel "And then the games will begin, as tradition dictates"

"Fantastic, I hope the winds cool further. I do enjoy a misty breeze" You sigh, leaning back to lounge further in the sofa you had been gifted to rest upon.

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What is your plan to see your brother, Angron, freed from his chains, Lieren?

>Have your beggar sect create a distraction , using the skills you taught them to cause a riot/ stampede in the stands and execute a few, particularly repugnant individuals you have marked for death.

>Having taught your agents how to make remarkable potent explosives, considering the materials used in their construction, set off some "Fireworks" To give your brother the chance he needs to release himself from his servitude

>Watch the tournament apathetically, and then, when your brother enters the ring, declare you wish to fight the man yourself, and leap down into the Arena. An act that will surely draw the ire of house Thal'kr, especially when you, an "Old man" prove a challenge to him.

> Sigh heavily and crush the head of the nearest, Lanista against the railing and groan "I grow tired of this charade" and be the distraction yourself, and make for the seats of house Thal'kr to begin the hangings of the high riders.

>Write in

>>5360037
>Have your beggar sect create a distraction , using the skills you taught them to cause a riot/ stampede in the stands and execute a few, particularly repugnant individuals you have marked for death.
Use this to trap the Highriders in their noble viewing boxes. Stand before them and drop the disguise and get to hanging, call out dear brother the time has come.

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>>5360037
An add on that I feel is a must regardless of choice. Have the beggers draw the anti warp sigils all over the arena. We do t want this bloodshed to pair with our mark and accidentally summon some damned Khorne stuff. No chances here

>>5360037
>Have your beggar sect create a distraction , using the skills you taught them to cause a riot/ stampede in the stands and execute a few, particularly repugnant individuals you have marked for death.

>>5360037
>Have your beggar sect create a distraction , using the skills you taught them to cause a riot/ stampede in the stands and execute a few, particularly repugnant individuals you have marked for death.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dyIilW_eBjc
Lieren rn

>>5360037
>Having taught your agents how to make remarkable potent explosives, considering the materials used in their construction, set off some "Fireworks" To give your brother the chance he needs to release himself from his servitude
>Station members of the beggar sect around the city, to help your brother run through the moat hidden paths, and enaure he makes it into the wilderness. And to give him a location you found in your travel to be a meeting point, so you will be reunited.
Angron has escaped a few times already, but this time we will be able to help him after he leaves.

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>>5360067
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>>5360037
>Have your beggar sect create a distraction , using the skills you taught them to cause a riot/ stampede in the stands and execute a few, particularly repugnant individuals you have marked for death.

>>5360037
I support >>5360070

The beggars outside directing the freed slaves is the critical deciding difference between this attempt at freedom and all the others.
Pre-prepared routes and escape vectors.

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>>5360070
Here's an image to get more attention to the write-in.
It worked before.

>>5360115
That's because the write in had the image on it.

This will seriously affect the visibility, I should expect.

>>5360037
>Have your beggar sect create a distraction , using the skills you taught them to cause a riot/ stampede in the stands and execute a few, particularly repugnant individuals you have marked for death.
While a riot helps and should ensure many gladiators escape, it will no doubt be repressed with a great show of violence. The rioters once they have done their part should be convinced to disperse away. Hushed suggestions among their ranks, made by members of the beggar sect should do the trick
Once Angron and his men are safe, we can talk in a private place without psyker concealments, showing that we are indeed his family and that hunter he dreamed of.

>>5360070
support, i was about to vote it anyway because i like the idea. image or not

>>5360044
I'll try to get some visibility to this one too. Whether is a stampede or explosion, screwing Khorne out of empowerment is key.
Also grafitti is a roman tradition, so no one will notice.

We need to rescue his men or else we're going to be doing the emperor's mistake.

Freeing him and forcing the festivities continue so we can buy gladiators for cheaper, their status trampled and their stables drained will turn then into a laughingstock and allow us to further subvert their hold on the people.

>>5360070
+1

>>5360037
Adding this:
>Have your beggar sect create a distraction , using the skills you taught them to cause a riot/ stampede in the stands and execute a few, particularly repugnant individuals you have marked for death.
To my vote >>5360180

>>5360070

Support.

>>5360070
>>5360036
Supporting this boi, though include the gladiators that escape along.
We have quested for the angy smile and we have found it; now, we must protect it!

>>5360070
>>5360037
>Support

>>5360070
+1
Also, I had this mental image of Lieren undercover in some tyrant's court, being confronted by said tyrant and telling him "strike me down, and I will become more powerfull than you could possibly imagine" before he tries to kill him only for Lieren to cast his disguise and kill every enemy in the room with "Kind, Golden Eyes" the heavy metal version playing in the background .

>>5360037
>>5360070
supporting

>>5360037

>Watch the tournament apathetically, and then, when your brother enters the ring, declare you wish to fight the man yourself, and leap down into the Arena. An act that will surely draw the ire of house Thal'kr, especially when you, an "Old man" prove a challenge to him.

>>5360037
>>5360070
+1
This seems like a good way to get him out of there, and finally meet.

>>5360037
>>5360070
Supporting!

>>5360037

>Have your beggar sect create a distraction , using the skills you taught them to cause a riot/ stampede in the stands and execute a few, particularly repugnant individuals you have marked for death.
>Station members of the beggar sect around the city, to help your brother run through the moat hidden paths, and enaure he makes it into the wilderness. And to give him a location you found in your travel to be a meeting point, so you will be reunited.

>>5360070
support

>>5360037
>Have your beggar sect create a distraction , using the skills you taught them to cause a riot/ stampede in the stands and execute a few, particularly repugnant individuals you have marked for death.
>Station members of the beggar sect around the city, to help your brother run through the moat hidden paths, and enaure he makes it into the wilderness. And to give him a location you found in your travel to be a meeting point, so you will be reunited.

>write in
>Have the beggars draw the anti warp sigils all over the arena to prevent Chaos intrusion from interfering with Your brothers escape
We need to make sure those fuckers dont take this chance to interfere with our plan.

>>5360037
>Having taught your agents how to make remarkable potent explosives, considering the materials used in their construction, set off some "Fireworks" To give your brother the chance he needs to release himself from his servitude
>Station members of the beggar sect around the city, to help your brother and his gladiators run through the most hidden paths, and ensure he makes it into the wilderness. And to give him a location you found in your travel's to be a meeting point, so you will be reunited.

I support the write in, but added a slight alteration to add Angrons gladiator friends to his escape. We don't want to pull a Dad and save Angron but leave his friends to dry.

>>5360457
Would Angron not just grab as many of his friends as possible and take them with him?

>>5360473
in canon he staged a break out and 1000 escaped at once, here we seem to be going for a more blanket rebellion approach.

whatever happens we make sure his men get out to even if we have to sub divide.

>>5360037
>>Having taught your agents how to make remarkable potent explosives, considering the materials used in their construction, set off some "Fireworks" To give your brother the chance he needs to release himself from his servitude

>>5360457
Support.

>>5360457
I assumed that Angeron, empath that he is, would make sure his Gladiator buddies got out before he runs for it.

>>5360620
He did that the first time. The goal is to do so without getting him involved in a man hunt by this currently powerful house... Who was going to murder him and his bois.

Hence the "I'mma buy some gladiators" scam we got going on here.

heres hoping for a Gladiator inspired break with a happier ending. Given how smart and thinking ahead Lieren is hopefully we have the common sense to contact Magnus so he in turn can drop a message to our Sons/Wife where we are because who knows how long itll take for them to get here and us get home!

>>5361866
We did send our aeldari followers back with news of what we were up to. And if I recall prlperly, a request for aid from the waifu.
So IF it all goes to plan we will have Angron out and in time, air superiority and weapons to arm the rebellion with

>>5361890
I was more meaning how do they actually find us again? Its not like we have normal coordinates

>>5360037
>Have your beggar sect create a distraction , using the skills you taught them to cause a riot/ stampede in the stands and execute a few, particularly repugnant individuals you have marked for death.

>>5362667
The transport ship that we have used for arrive here likely transmitted back informations and a position during travel and possibly arrival with probably Lieren switch off the ship for minimize detection.
Before that though i imagine Eldrad did give the correct coordinate to travel to the world by webway and Lieren didn't forgot to say that to his group or ask the position in real space too. After all the main reason he did this talk was to know where his brother was, because he would need more time finding it otherwise. Not having all the info he has come for and that he can just ask by talking, would be very not-Lieren.
Some of this is done in the background, is not for most of the time written, until is already done in story.

If we're able to successfully hide Angron, I hope we can take the time to exchange martial lessons between brothers, and possibly help him achieve enlightenment to expand his empathic powers. Considering he's able to use it to ease the pain in his allies, it would be really strong if he could passively use it, more so if his empathy can develop into basic mind reading.

you know if Angron is indeed a Psyker which he seemed to be before the Nails, the powers he shows. The Joureny will be massively useful to him given the pains and burdens he can take on. Equally and somewhat amusingly if he takes on some of Lierens rage or sadness some time

>>5362895
Oh dear god. If we some how take Leiren, Angron, Lorgar, Magnus and Perturabo on a DND trip.

Leiren as a Thief/Monk (With bad ass cape and use any item)
Angron as the Paladin
Logar as the Druid or Cleric

THat might be an interesting sidestory.

Maybe:
Russ: Warrior.
Jagathai: Ranger
Horus: Bard. No shit.
Ferrus Manus: Artificer of course
Guilliman: Paladin?
Peturabo: Some sort of Warforged for irony.
Dorn: Warforged. Because Perturabo still can't be special
Konrad: Hexblade Warlock because edgy mc edgy face has to be chaotic edgy.
Fulgrim: Swashbuckler? IDK

GM is Malcador because of who he is.
Emps is uninformed of the game.

>Lieren and Angron bro hug
>Both are Psykers of a sort
>Angron the Empath
>Lieren's "...empower others whom empower me to...
>Feedback loop is triggered
>The Warhounds and Chimera Legion all get a collective brohood dream and become tight as fuck feeling the brotherly bond

>>5362929
I like this. I like this a lot. I find this real ironic if Malal planned for Angron getting a "cultivation enlightenment" scenario from simply getting a hug from one of his very empathic brothers.
>Angron's psyker "pain dulling" powers develops into "Greater Hugs of Healing"

>>5363111
Angron's Embrace sounds like a blessing from a god.

Hmm... A setting where all the Primarchs are considered gods and their champions are basically stormcast eternals of various flavors...

>>5360037
Are you ok malal?

>>5363527
the machine spirit's probably just hate him, again.

>>5363527
>>5363533
I think that the void dragon is out to get him. the mechanicum is reaching outward to our own dimension to keep Malal from fucking with the timeline.
it's the only logical explanation.

>>5363562
Pfft.. Those scrubs? It's obviously the Necrons.

>>5363591
Speaking of them metal bones would raiding them be a good idea and or finding one of their tomb worlds?

Calling the vote now. Sorry for the super long wait

Have your beggar sect create a distraction , using the skills you taught them to cause a riot/ stampede in the stands and execute a few, particularly repugnant individuals you have marked for death:9

Have the beggers draw the anti warp sigils all over the arena:3

Having taught your agents how to make remarkable potent explosives, considering the materials used in their construction, set off some "Fireworks" To give your brother the chance he needs to release himself from his servitude:15

Station members of the beggar sect around the city, to help your brother run through the most hidden paths, and ensure he makes it into the wilderness. And to give him a location you found in your travel to be a meeting point, so you will be reunited.:16
-And the gladiators (as if Angron would ever leave them): 2

Total votes: 23

So Lieren will have stationed members of his beggar sect throughout the city, to help guide Angron and whoever joins him in his flight through the most efficient and secretive route to the wilderness, specifically a part of it where you shall be waiting, so you two brothers may at last be reunited.

and while these beggars wait at those key locations along the road to freedom, the more veteran and skilled among them, will create a "Fireworks" show by setting off several explosive payloads, giving Angron his chance to snap his collar and break from his master's cruel clutches.

Writing now

>>5363533
Yep, and I was real tired when they stopped being bastards, and slept for like, basically two days.

>>5363527
Yep, my sleep schedule has even normalized.

>>5360067
>>5360086
kek

>>5360257
Now I can see it to.

The sun was setting, coloring the unshrouded skies of Nuceria various shades of red, like blood both fresh and dried, you felt the heat washing across your face, carried by the still winds, accompanied by the aroma of unsheathed, oiled steel and bronze and blood both fresh and old, lifted up from the sands of the arena. Sweat, heated stone, fear rising from panted breathes, sour and bitter wind spilt to cook on the ground below, intoxicating overripe fruit and herb roasted meat, boiling bubbling fat, and the electrical scent of excitement and the iron specter of blood thirst all mingled together into a sickening and anger inducing perfume, that which the people, particularly the nobility of this city, this world dressed themselves with. The air was befouled, thick and heady with the summer heat, and you wished for nothing more than a cleansing rain and soothing fog to roll in and drown it all out, washing it away like grime and dirt from the collective hands and minds of the people.

"It shouldn't take much longer, should it?" You grumbled, adjusting you position on the couch to sit up right, fingers tented together as you leaned closer to watch the combat beneath the high stands upon which you were seated, watching men and women, barely dressed and augmented with invasive, crude and unnecessary cybernetics fighting as viciously as starved jackals or injured panthers. Your eyes narrowed with disdain, as you saw all too clearly the resemblance of the slave gladiators to the soldiers created and fielded by the butcher king, and wondered if, before his rise to power, that similar games were held by the kings he had overthrown and slaughtered. How similar was the path walked by that freed slave who remade himself as a giant of black iron and murderous intent, accented by careless bloodthirst, to that your brother Angron has followed before you had arrived to his homeland? You were thankful that Kong Nue chose to mock you, for if not, you feared you would have met a second Nitya Sinha. Though, it is unlikely vessels like Kanzeon and her sisters are present beneath the sands and mountains of Nuceria, so the question stands, would Angron have made himself a monster? or would his masters.

You sighed, glaring at the Lanista whose sudden, unwarranted answer to the words he misinterpreted as a question as of when the main even, the arrival of the lord of the red sands, drew you from your deep ponderings concerning the so called "Destiny" of your brother enslaved.

"Oh, he arrives when the mob's excitement has reached its peak, when there is a risk for them to riot and do battle amongst themselves, For, the vapors rising from our fair arena's floors can intoxicate as easily as any wine" He says, voice cheerful but eyes threatening, dripping with venom and contempt for you.

You smirked, and glanced to the sun, as it was slowly drawing itself across the mistless horizon.
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>>5363848

In a few moments, it will begin. You imagine all of your agents have arrived at their positions along the pathway out of the city you had made as you walked through it, creating a mental math of the route that would allow your brother to escape as quickly and efficiently as possible. And if they taken their posts at the time you expected they would, then a few minutes later, the more skilled members of the branch of the beggar sect that has reached and established itself in Desh'ea will have planted the explosives you had taught them to personally make. Explosives of remarkable power, considering they were made with local materials alone. Perhaps, it is fitting then, that the unbeaten champion of the Thal'kr shall depart from their death games with a fireworks show. It would certainly be the first seen by Nucerian eyes, and would be rather more destructive than those that are a part of Long-Jian festivities. So, you made yourself comfortable, and turned your gaze from the skies and gave your whole attention to the matches underway, idly twisting a lock of your illusionary beard as you waited for your brother to make his appearance. For, when his match began, there would be but a matter of moments until the city that had taken him as its thrall would be shaken by the thunderous applause of several hidden batches of high yield explosives, and the sky would be shrouded like Shangrala's own, but with fire and smoke in the place of cool mists and gentle fogs.

A satisfied, triumphant smirk graced your lips as you relaxed against the cushions of the loaned sofa you laid upon.

"It should not be long at all, then" You sneered, smiling mirthfully as you turned to face the Lanistas who gathered around you, and wondered if you would be able to get a noose around their necks before you to must retreat from this place to travel to the location you have prepared and readied to be remembered in history as the site of the reuniting of two brother primarchs, separated by the vast cosmic sea and heavenly sky.

Yes, it would not be long now.
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Trumpets sounded and drums beat, rousing Angron from his day dreaming as he sat, motionless in the communal cells, were the thousands of gladiators that had been brought from their cages to fight for the amusement of the tyrants above, to delight the high riders and the creatures who served them with slaughter and death. He had been waiting, not for the summoning call, but rather a third messenger to emerge from the shadows dancing around him, cast by firelight. None had came, but, his instincts warned him to be wary and onguard. He was fighting against the gladiators brought to the arena by the mysterious grandfather of the beggar, who, from the messages he had been given by his followers, at least presented himself or believed himself to be kin to Angron.
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>>5363849

A fellow Giant, who walked as Lonely as Angron did, unaware, dreadfully wondering and considering if he was nothing more than fluke birth, a freak of nature that would know no true fellow and peer. Angron glowered, his heart pounding in his chest as furiously, as scared as the day he, as a child, was thrown into the sand filled pit, and fought and clawed his way up and way from a rising sea of all consuming acid. The day where he had shed the last of his tears...or so he had thought, it would seem, after so long an absence, his ability to cry has returned to him. He was thankful it had, it made him feel...human, like his brothers and sisters of the arena, that he could show he to felt sorrow, felt pain and felt fear. He took in a deep breath, smoke washing against his tongue as he lifted himself from the bench, and alongside his father in all but blood, marched to see the sun's setting light for the first time in days.

They had lifted pillars, throughout the arena, upon which were chained men like beasts known as Ogryn. Angron understood, at least hypothetically, that these behemoths that were second only to him in size, mass and musculature, could be intelligent and speak like any other men, but the high riders had turned all of those native to Nuceria to little more than feral, cybernetically lobotomized animals, that stood as gross caricatures of true men. Their arms had been replaced with drills, flail heads, and the heads and blades of chainaxes and swords. They had no eyes, and were slobbering and roaring as they struggled to rip themselves from their chains to butcher everything around them until they were put down like rabid dogs. Angron pity'd them, for they had taken the butcher's nails, one and all, and knew well that whatever personality they had might have possessed before they were taken from their brainless mother's bossom, had been replaced with a clean slate of murderous rage and intent. He felt his skin rise up and tighten as a feeling of disquiet took hold of his breast, sinking its fangs deep to press against the surface of his warrior's heart.

"Poor bastards" Oenomaus whispered, from behind the visor of his helmet, his disgusted expression revealed through the gaps of of its visor, casting rings of shadow across his face "If I was ever given the nails, I hope, you or one of the other boys I've raised would be merciful and end it quickly"

"And I hope you would offer me the same release, father" Angron whispered back sadly, glancing down at the age worn fighter who had brought him up when all others had treated him like little more than a motherless pup "Such an existence cannot be called like, for all of one's feelings to be taken away, leaving only rage and hate"

"Too many live for years, after they've been nailed" Oenomaus sighed as he threw his trident into the air and caught it, while Angron checked the polish on the two axes he had taken from the armory having felt strangely drawn to them
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>>5363850

"The greatest cruelly of the high riders...but, you have that fire in your eyes still, I take it, we'll try to escape later? I heard you spoke with those Loc'rian fighters. Are they are friends or foe?"

"Former, and I don't think we'll have to wait long, an ally has approached me, from beyond these walls. I do not know how he intends to help us but" Angron said, pausing as those fighters who serve his supposed kinsman approached, weapons raised in respect to the unbeaten. Angron dearly hoped he would not have to kill any of them. But he didn't finish his thought

As the ground began to shake violently, as a terrible roar filled the sky. Oenomaus caught himself, stomping down as the several more great bellows followed the first, rippling and cracking through the air like a thousand rips. Gouts of smoke, plumes of fire, were rising beyond the arena's walls. The crowd was panicking already, the blasts of noise and violent shaking were getting closer with every roar. Angron understood then, exactly, how his faceless friend and family member had planned to help him in his latest breakout.

An explosion of force pushed its way through the air, and against Angron's bare chest, as a pillar of fire and smoke erupted and broke through the Arena's walls. Several gouts of flame, containing more power than anything Angron had ever witnessed ripped from the earth and into the skies, cracking the unbreakable walls of the oldest and most treasured arena of all of Nuceria, the truest sign of Thal'kr's power and influence. It was breaking apart, and the gladiators brought here by the hunter of gold and lonely giant, rushed towards them, cutting the throats of the chained Ogryn as they ran.

Oenomaus, who did not realize the fire and roars were not produced by some great beast, remained on guard, eyes wild with fear as the other gladiators of Thal'kr readied themselves to fight the strangers or do battle against the invading firespewers. Angron snarled, growling at them to force them to stand down

"We're all brothers in chains, they are no threat to us, and will lead us to where we must go to escape this hell!" he roared, turning away from the foreign fighters "Follow me! We'll make our way through the cells and stables! We will not leave a single man, woman or child to suffer at the hands of our masters! The walls have been split open! We'll find out way to freedom, at long last! We will not be captured again"

"Your as cunning as you are strong, unbeaten, for you could tell we have been given orders to guide you along the path to liberation and to a place where a wise old man who dearly wishes to meet you is now traveling to himself" The one with the scar across his stomach shouted happily "And it will be our honor to help you cut down any bastard who dare to stand in your way"
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>>5363852

Angron grinned wickedly, his grip tightening around the haft of his axes, as he lead the charge into the holding pens where he and his fellow liberators washed over the guards stationed their like a red tide of blades and fury, a red tide that only grew as the locks were struck from their doors which were then torn open, and what was once a party of two dozen swelled its ranks to become thousands. And every step Angron took at the head of his army of slaves, was followed by another percussive blast as more and more explosives rattled Desh'ea's walls and streets to their very foundations!

He swung his axes, slicing through the ranks of the guards sent to quell the escape and impede his march out of this dammed city before they could even defend themselves. His face, contorted into a snarling mask of rage, beamed with excitement and a childlike joy beneath his furious visage, as the blood of the men who served his oppressors soaked into his arms, splattering across his face and chest as he painted his axe heads red. And, the few opponents he left to the others, were cut down with curious moves performed by the gladiators trained by Hunter of Gold, who fought without viciousness but rather cold, calculating attention. Angron smiled, as he booted down the gates leading to the training yard, and the fighting spread out, slaves, thralls and gladiators alike washing over the arena guards, pulling them to the ground and trampling over them as Angron exulted in the warmth of the setting sun and roared in triumphant, yelling louder than the last of the explosions rocking the city as Oenomaus cheered and cried.

But, there was little time to celebrate the first step of their mass escape, as the Loc'rian gladiators kept running, their eyes dancing around in search of something. And Angron found what it was, an man dressed in same dark wrappings as the beggar who found him in his solitary confinement, standing atop a broken wall, half hidden by smoke darker than any he had seen before with his own eyes, darker than even the depths of the arena's cells.

"MEN! FOLLOW ME! WE'LL HAVE TIME TO HAVE OUR REVENGE! NOW WE MUST ESCAPE TO THE WILDS! AND TO DO SO QUICKLY WE MUST FOLLOW THE GUIDES LEFT TO US!" He commanded, following after the gladiators "EVEN IF YOU CANNOT SEE THEM, EVEN IF YOU DO NOT KNOW THEM, THEY SHALL GUIDE YOU THE SAME AS I! JUST KEEP MY BACK IN SIGHT AND FOLLOW MY VOICE"

Angron did not pause to admire the destruction wreaked through the city owned by the Thal'kr, and couldn't even if he had a desire to, for it was filled with burning smoke and toxic smelling fumes. But beneath it all, he could see more men, waving him on and shaking banners of strange looking lions in the air. The beast must be a symbol of the lonely giant, he thought as he pushed his way through the smoldering clouds, leading his fellows through the chaos, chasing the snarling face of a white cat with threads of silver woven into its fur.

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His mind was blank, a joy brighter and clearer than any before filling him and radiating outwards like the light of the sun itself as he ran through the winding alleys and streets, followed an army of now freed men, an army larger than he had ever hoped would join him when he had finally freed himself.

And army, that consisted of every gladiator kept within the greatest and largest coliseum ever built upon Nuceria.
_

"Find these men's estates, and free the gladiators kept there" You order the head of the local branch of the beggar sect, who kneels before you, alongside the other elders who had been given the duty and privilege to organize the "Fireworks" That now hid your brothers flight to freedom. And the flight of a vertible horde of other slaves, who he had seen fit to free. Already, you could see the kind of man your brother Angron might be. He could have escaped quicker, and risked detection less if he had gone alone or with a small party, but instead, he ran back into the hell he had been raised in, to free those still imprisoned within. A detour, which you were all to happy to cover for, by keeping the attention of the High riders and their commanders away from that great escape, by setting off a few more explosions, closer to their palaces.

You smiled proudly, as you watched Angron vanish into the smoke, running along the route you had drawn for him, as you wiped your hands clean of the filthy blood of the slave owners you had been forced to keep the company of. They had taken you with them as they fled the arena, and had been trying to find safe passage to their villas, when your followers appeared from the rooftops. So, while they were distracted, you ended them swiftly and moved through them like wind through reeds, cutting their throats as you danced, and leaving behind the walking stick you pretended to need as Kynigos the ancient, so he would be counted amongst the dead by the nobility of this city, and not be suspected as the mastermind of this destruction, and the chaos it brought to allow the treasured champion of House Thal'kr to escape and begin a slave uprising. Perhaps, the vanishing of Kynigos would start a war between Thal'kr and Loc'ria, or perhaps, it would be better if he escaped back to his masters, so you may continue manipulating the tyrants of that house to their down fall.

You'd have to weight the two options and find which would be the most beneficial for your schemes. Later, of course, as now you had to make much haste to arrive at the preordained meeting point before your brother did, as he was moving quicker than you had expected him to, and if you did not wish to keep him waiting there with as many rowdy and vengeful slaves that followed him now like he was their mother cliffjumper!

"And once you have, escape the city, there is no time for hangings" You bark, as you throw the hood of your cloak over your head and leave to at last meet Angron face to face, still disguised as a harmless old man.
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>>5363854

How do you present yourself to Angron when he arrives at the meeting location, Lieren?

>As Kynigos, playing a game of Go with the local head of the Beggar sect, and playing the part of the addled old man as you get the measure of his character and see the contents of his heart

>as Lieren, casting off the mask of Kynigos as he reaches you and at last standing tall and proud upon Nuceria to at once embrace your brother and apologize for all of his suffering.

>Dressed and ready for battle, blade raised. Issue a challenge to him, offering a spar so he may know you as a warrior, and so you can precisely measure his capability as a fighter. You know he is at least your equal, but do not know if he is your better as a combatant.

>Reading to the members of your beggar sect, passages and lessons from the pages of the Journey, having carefully chosen them to resonate with your brother's unfortunate circumstances

>Write in

>>5363856
>>as Lieren, casting off the mask of Kynigos as he reaches you and at last standing tall and proud upon Nuceria to at once embrace your brother and apologize for all of his sufferings.

>>5363856
>As Lieren

Our brother, Our brother! HUG!

>>5363856
>as Lieren, casting off the mask of Kynigos as he reaches you and at last standing tall and proud upon Nuceria to at once embrace your brother and apologize for all of his suffering.
It's hug time.

>>5363856
>>as Lieren, casting off the mask of Kynigos as he reaches you and at last standing tall and proud upon Nuceria to at once embrace your brother and apologize for all of his suffering.

It should be easy for him to see that we are indeed his kin like this. It also can allow us to talk directly of the issues and problems he will face, so not just a family reunion.

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>>5363856
>>as Lieren, casting off the mask of Kynigos as he reaches you and at last standing tall and proud upon Nuceria to at once embrace your brother and apologize for all of his suffering.
Full Bro mode.

The Hugs must be limitless.

>>5363856
>as Lieren, casting off the mask of Kynigos as he reaches you and at last standing tall and proud upon Nuceria to at once embrace your brother and apologize for all of his suffering.

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>>5363856
>as Lieren, casting off the mask of Kynigos as he reaches you and at last standing tall and proud upon Nuceria to at once embrace your brother and apologize for all of his suffering.

>>5363856

>as Lieren, casting off the mask of Kynigos as he reaches you and at last standing tall and proud upon Nuceria to at once embrace your brother and apologize for all of his suffering.

>>5363856
>>as Lieren, casting off the mask of Kynigos as he reaches you and at last standing tall and proud upon Nuceria to at once embrace your brother and apologize for all of his suffering.

>>5363856
>>as Lieren, casting off the mask of Kynigos as he reaches you and at last standing tall and proud upon Nuceria to at once embrace your brother and apologize for all of his suffering.

>>5363856

>as Lieren, casting off the mask of Kynigos as he reaches you and at last standing tall and proud upon Nuceria to at once embrace your brother and apologize for all of his suffering.

>>5363856
>as Lieren, casting off the mask of Kynigos as he reaches you and at last standing tall and proud upon Nuceria to at once embrace your brother and apologize for all of his suffering.
The only real option.
As tempted as I am to messing with him a little as Kynigos.
Speaking of which, I think there could be a lot of value in keeping up the façade of Kynigos. We could join the high riders attempts at capturing their gladiators back, since ours escaped as well, and the either leak intel back and/or manipulate them from the inside. It would let Angron be the face of the rebellion too, which might be preferable.

>you feared you would have met a second Nitya Sinha
I was just thinking how similar their circumstances were. But hey, there is no way that would ever happen right?

>>5363970
Putting the person responsible for the crime in charge of catching the criminal is way too much of a classic for us to pass up, and ot would let us pass info to Angron for him to slip away while he does his guerrilla, while we buy time for the Shangrala reinforcements to arrive.
Hopefully by our sneaky tactics would have weakened the High Riders and convinced enough of the underclasses that a open rebellion doesn't become a meatgrinder.

I would like to dedicate this song to Khorne: https://youtu.be/a8MZBUoQt68

>>5363856
>as Lieren, casting off the mask of Kynigos as he reaches you and at last standing tall and proud upon Nuceria to at once embrace your brother and apologize for all of his suffering.
The theatrics and gauging of one another can wait, I just wanna give our little brother a hug.

>>5363980
just need to get hold of some resources and get equipment ready for the ones that can fight, of course more stuff would be useful for a rebellion. Like ensuring their coordination, logistics and communications are on fire when we strike

>>5364005
What we could do is urge our patron to build up his defenses and make ready for the encroaching slave army, then sneak Angron's boys in and have them take the city and it's freshly stocked armories.

>>5364055
Or we could just use divide and conquer.

>>5363856
>as Lieren, casting off the mask of Kynigos as he reaches you and at last standing tall and proud upon Nuceria to at once embrace your brother and apologize for all of his suffering.

>>5364055
We could use the city as a base of sorts, otherwise we'd have to keep the whole army on the move or waste time setting up an entirely new base of operations.

>>5363854
>as Lieren

>Reading to the members of your beggar sect, passages and lessons from the pages of the Journey, having carefully chosen them to resonate with your brother's unfortunate circumstances

>>5363856
>Dressed and ready for battle, blade raised. Issue a challenge to him, offering a spar so he may know you as a warrior, and so you can precisely measure his capability as a fighter. You know he is at least your equal, but do not know if he is your better as a combatant.

>>5363856
>as Lieren, casting off the mask of Kynigos as he reaches you and at last standing tall and proud upon Nuceria to at once embrace your brother and apologize for all of his suffering.

>>5363856

>Dressed and ready for battle, blade raised. Issue a challenge to him, offering a spar so he may know you as a warrior, and so you can precisely measure his capability as a fighter. You know he is at least your equal, but do not know if he is your better as a combatant.
I like the plausible deniability of this.

>>5363856
>>as Lieren, casting off the mask of Kynigos as he reaches you and at last standing tall and proud upon Nuceria to at once embrace your brother and apologize for all of his suffering.

Also EAT SHIT ELDRAD. Your Fates aren't worth a damn thing.

>Dressed and ready for battle, blade raised. Issue a challenge to him, offering a spar so he may know you as a warrior, and so you can precisely measure his capability as a fighter. You know he is at least your equal, but do not know if he is your better as a combatant.

He cannot trust those he has not fought. Not when he was raised a warrior from the day he was found. And so we shall welcome him as a warrior on this day of his birth.

THE DAY OF HIS BIRTH AS A FREE MAN!
COME GENTLEMEN. LET US GET TO KNOW HIM AS A WARRIOR!

>>5364502
Maybe after Lieren introduces himself. Fighting before saying hello isn't very polite.

>>5364502
If he wants a fight so bad he can challenge us directly.
I don't think jumping to a dick measuring contest like that is in line with Lieren's character is all.

Leiren does however adapt to situations nigh instantly. Fighting styles, Psykerism techniques, investigations.

I can see him proposing a fight if he deemed Angron to be the blood and glory type.

Signs point to no. He abhors fighting because of how he was raised. He's just too good at it to stop.

>>5364875
It stands to reason that the circumstances and context in which he fought are what he truly despises, not the act of fighting by itself.
I'm sure he appreciates fighting as a beneficial exercise for a variety of reasons. If not now, then most assuredly later.

>>5363856
>as Lieren, casting off the mask of Kynigos as he reaches you and at last standing tall and proud upon Nuceria to at once embrace your brother and apologize for all of his suffering.

>>5364875
I know the 2nd Legion will try to imitate Lieren, ut I hope that some of them will try to develop their own offshoots of the fighting styles. Maybe take inspiration from the origins of the Carp stance and make their own stance or even shock their opponents with just no style whatsoever like when Lieren clowned that Khornate demon.

Here is hoping that we save Angron from falling to Khorne and in return we allow It to claim Sanginious. This would really go with our approach of taking inspiration from Big E and Malcador. We have the best of intentions but horrific consequences of our actions.

>>5365508
Khorne did want him more than Angron so I'm sure he'd appreciate it.

>>5365508
>allow It to claim Sanginious
>Allow

Pussy. We shouldn't "allow" shit. The Chaos Gods are our greatest foe, any concession or quarter given is just a knife given to be put in our own back.

Face it. We have the same problem as the emperor. We can't be everywhere at once and we are not all-knowing. We have to know idea of how all the dominos will fall. Whose to say that in this quest Vulkan doesn't get captured and tortured by Drukari into becoming the knew Angron.>>5365694

>>5365712
We can't.

But the other anon's correct. We should allow nothing and fight tooth and nail for utterly any single item they attempt.

>>5365715
>>5365712
The sheer fact that the reclamation of the primarchs has started so massivly early gives Emps a big advantage.

With Leiren's technology, especially his portal tech, he can connect the worlds of Perturabo, Magnus, and Angron (with a solid possibility for Lorgar as well)

4 primarchs, able to work together with support as allies and brothers, backed by all their intelligence, skills, and the jump start of tech, means that Leiren is in the best position of any primarch to start empire building, before Emps has even left Sol.

Our only limitation is we lack navigators, which i think we still need. But even that can be circumvented if we secure eldrad as an ally.

As it stands, we might end up so strong and powerful that Emps has to accept us and our Sort of AI family, for the same reason he didn't conquer the mechanicus, we're to strong to be worth it.

This became me rambling, but I'm hype to see the L:eiren lead his brothers into space to reunite humanity and bring PROGRESS to the galaxy

>>5363856
>>as Lieren, casting off the mask of Kynigos as he reaches you and at last standing tall and proud upon Nuceria to at once embrace your brother and apologize for all of his suffering.
>>Dressed and ready for battle, blade raised. Issue a challenge to him, offering a spar so he may know you as a warrior, and so you can precisely measure his capability as a fighter. You know he is at least your equal, but do not know if he is your better as a combatant.

Hidden as a hermit, cast off our shell, greet him as a brother and then, greet him as a warrior.

>>5363856
>as Lieren, casting off the mask of Kynigos as he reaches you and at last standing tall and proud upon Nuceria to at once embrace your brother and apologize for all of his suffering.

>>5363856
>>as Lieren, casting off the mask of Kynigos as he reaches you and at last standing tall and proud upon Nuceria to at once embrace your brother and apologize for all of his suffering.

>>5365727
a possible solution to a lack of navigators is to train weaker psykers to fill in the same roll.

>>5365727
i would like to say something.
And that is the use of our tech and in this case of the powerful warp anchors we were able to create.
Indeed both are incredible, it cannot be denied. Shangrila armies even without marines will be not an easy foe, and they are more than ready to prove just how good they are.
But there is the sensible problem of the tech nature for the future with our brothers if we don't talk, and for the warp anchors in reality they just need more time and testing. Lieren and Kanzeon created them in a brief time, but i feel like some additional time should be given especially if we want permanent golden dragon roads/paths/ways. The energy they would need would be large, and they need .... the Journey in there too, with the energy. Something that creates Journey or something similar to the Journey, needs to be there. It should ensure more safety.
Is obvious that any permanent portal (remember the amount of pressure on just the temporary one) needs a very large amount of defenses. And it might be best if they are in a safe place, not just for the portal but for things around the portal. Say settlements.

Lastly it is not impossible that a lot of tech could be recovered and repaired here in Nuceria, with reconstruction efforts. Which could be of additional help for Lieren, though that means we need to have a talk with our brother. Can't just go around doing that.
Beyond all of this i do agree that each of this 4 brothers could begin empire building around them, sort of like Guilliman. They would be connected, able to give knowledge, equipment and even arrange to send expeditionary forces from Terra for gain some Marines. But is best to talk with them first, and beyond that show Lieren cares for them. The second part will be overwhelming for them, when they see him in flesh and bones.

>>5366547

>>Lastly it is not impossible that a lot of tech could be recovered and repaired here in Nuceria, with reconstruction efforts. Which could be of additional help for Lieren, though that means we need to have a talk with our brother. Can't just go around doing that.

Kek. The Mechanicum would start to feel redundant if it keeps encountering space capable proto empires instead of backwards tech hovels with a superstitious bent

I just adore the image of Astartes marching Necron-style out of golden webway gates upon the imperial world than standing in parade-style raising their weapons in salute for their primarch. Can you imagine it? Underneath every imperial governers spire, there exists a room bearing runes that none know the meaning of except when looked upon they inspire reverence and respect. Upon the astropaths request aid only for astartes to come marching out that of that room to put down the problem before marching back into that room.

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Like this image but gold.

Guys quick, we need a name for our special club with Magnus, Pert, and Angron.

>>5366865
Brothers in Arms

>>5366865
L.A.M.P

>>5366865
Autism incorporated.

I just remembered there is still a Old One around sorta alive. Maybe that could help us.

>>5366865
Well the Dauntless Few are a group that form so to speak. Us four may we'll become known as the Cardinal Primarch for their are four of us, one for each direction and given we work together on a method to expire seems more suitable

>>5366927
it would work better if all three of them weren't in Ultima segmentum while we are (probably) in segmentum obscurus

>>5366865
The Brotherhood.

I feel like Sanguinius and Guilliman are likely to join as well, give us a more even traitor/loyalist ratio.