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"Attention all units at Site Primaris; this is the cruiser Beowulf. All anti-orbital guns at Site Primaris have been slain, aerial support is inbound. Repeat, aerial support inbound."

"Excellent. With our flanks secured and the support of gunships, extermination of the Ork Engines should be a simple matter."

"Aye, but we've still got a battle to finish, and the casualty reports from the Annihilators aren't exactly something to be thrilled about."

Tankred lopes across the battlefield, its long strides churning dirt and dust with every step. In the minutes before your next engagement, you have allowed yourself a moment of respite, a bit of time to calm Tankred's Machine Spirit and your own strained organs. Time to focus your mind before you link up with the rest of the Warmongers.

"And what, exactly, are the Annihilators casualties like?" you ask Cuugo.

He focuses on the inloaded stream of data. "Legio Perditores reports five Engines lost, with another seven heavily damaged, most of the rest of their maniples showing light to moderate damage. For our part, the Burning Brand and Armor Clad report light damage, the Iron Lance's left arm is non-functional, and the Warbringer has lost its carapace-mounted Apocalypse Launcher."

Hrm, those are wounds that will take time to repair indeed. Before your thoughts can linger, however, Cuugo's head sharply turns to the right.

"Auspex contact," he barks. "Seven Ork Engines engaged with with our Legio and two of the Annihilators. Orders, Princeps?"


>Choose a target
>S1
>S2
>S3
>G1
>G2
>G3
>G4

>>31451919
>G1
Both weapons

>>31451919
>Target G1
Annihilate the hell out of those xenos!!!

Alert: I have just been informed of dinner plans that will happen in approximately 3 hours (~6:00 pm, EST). The nature of these plans means that I will be unable to run for about 1-2 hours.

Sorry about this folks, I was informed of this literally just a few minutes ago, and I'm unfortunately not really in a position to refuse. I will, however, definitely try to finish up the thread today before I go to bed.

>>31452046
so we stop here and wait for you to get back?

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"Lord Herax," you say into the vox, "This is Pullo of the Tankred. Our flanks are secured and we stand ready for battle."

"Ah, a job well done, my good son! Now, fire on my target and let us be finished with these Orks."

>Roll for weapons
>If you'd like for Tankred to make any maneuvers before, during, or after firing, please state them now.

>Tankred status:
> 9 SP
> 8 HP

>>31452069
Not yet. I'll make a post when it's time for me to head off, then I'll come back and try to finish the thread. I just wanted to let you guys know ahead of time.

Rolled 10, 9 = 19

>>31452122
Let's rip him a new asshole!!

Also, awesome

Rolled 15, 11 = 26

>>31452122
Maneuver towards the Annihilators. We'll form a line and crush the Orks between ourselves and the Pugnatores.

Rolled 10, 5 = 15

>>31452122

>>31452246
Rolling ends. Writing...

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>>31452122
"Moderati Nicator, line us up with the Annihilator Engines 'Ptolemeus' and 'Syntagma'. We'll flank those Orks between us and the rest of the Warmongers and crush them."

"Aye Princeps, maneuvering now. Ptolemeus and Syntagma, this is the Pugnatores Warhound Tankred..."

AS Tankred strides towards the two Annihilators, its weapons blaze. The Power Fields on one of the larger Xeno-Engines flares as your Turbolaser scours it, then pops like a boil as your Megabolter shots strike it. Its ugly head turns to you and the crude guns welded onto its frame open fire, its large belly-guns smashing square into your Void Shields.

<Void Shields at 55%,> blurts Deculta.

Through the Manifold you can see that some of the Xeno-Engines are beginning to waddle north, towards the Pugnatores, while others are heading south towards you and the Annihilators. One of the Annihilators takes a grievous wound that shears off a portion of its torso, but its blistering return fire savages the Ork Engine you just fired upon.

>Choose a target
>S1
>S2
>S3
>G1
>G2
>G3
>G4

>Tankred status:
>4 SP
>8 HP

>>31452447
>Target G1
Finish it off, then if it dies before the second salvo we fire on G4, also try to regain Void Shields ASAP

>>31452447
Split fire.
Vulcan Megabolter on G1
Turbolaser on G4

Attempt to regain shields also.

>>31452498
Second.
Hopefully the Annihilator will not be destroyed.

>>31452498
>Fire on G1, if it dies to our first shot switch targets to G4
>Regain Void Shields

You grit your teeth through the pain spiking through your left thigh. Tankred's Spirit howls in fury and agony, but you keep it leashed, channeling its fury into your guns.

You aim your Megabolter at the wounded Gargant.

"Moderati Nicator, secondary power to Void Shields. Moderati Ossea, firing solution on that Engine."

"Raising Void Shields--"

"Firing Solution ready--"

>Roll for weapons and Void Shield restoration
>If you'd like for Tankred to make any maneuvers before, during, or after firing, please state them now.

Rolled 6, 18, 19 = 43

>>31452707
These Xenos shall die by our hand!!

Rolled 7, 3, 17 = 27

>>31452707

Rolled 12, 10, 16 = 38

>>31452707
At least we've repaired the shields successfully. Hopefully the laser will hit.

Rolling ends. Writing...

>>31452732
BLOOD FOR THE--uh, the MACHINE GOD (yes that's the one)

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>>31452707
"Fire!"

A volley from your Megabolter chews apart the Gargant, smoke bleeding from a dozen wounds on its scrap-metal surface. Syntagma's plasma blastgun cores the stricken Gargant and finish it off.

Wasting no time, you turn Tankred towards a new target. "Moderati Ossea! New target, now!"

"Target acquired, Princeps."

"Fire!"

The second Gargant's Power Fields are torn away in one blow, leaving the bare, vulnerable metal underneath exposed to your god-slaying armaments.

"Void Shields restored!" sings Cuugo. "Shields at 100%!"

Your target appears incensed by your assault, if its blistering return fire is any indication, but it spends its fury on the earth and air around you. The Orks targeting Ptolemeus, however, are more fortunate, and the smoke-bleeding Annihilator Warhound stumbles, its crew shrieking into the vox in panick.

160 meters away, the rest of the Pugnatores appear to be trying to surround its own enemies.

>Choose a target
>S1
>S2
>S3
>G2
>G3
>G4

>Tankred status
>9 SP
>8 HP

>>31453078
Which one is Ptolemeus?
>>31453078
>G4
Both weapons, all while maneuvering to G3 so we can skewer it with our close combat weapon. If we get there fast enough we might just save the other Warhound. Charge, Tankred!

>>31453078
>Target G4
Bolter his ass then if he doesn't survive switch targets to G3 with the laser

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>>31453148
Hrm, I probably should have labeled the two Annihilators beforehand. Pic is the updated battle auspex. Feel free to change your vote if the update would change anything.

>>31453218
>Target G4 but switch to S2 if G4 falls before second volley

>>31453218
We can take a hit. We need to take down S2.
>S2
Both weapons.

>>31453078
Voting ends. Writing...

>>31453346
We appear to be split 3 ways on our secondary target after G4. Over the next 5 minutes, select from the following for a secondary target for Tankred, if any.

>Target S2
>Target G3 with Turbolaser
>Target G3 with Pugio

If the tie is not broken within 5 minutes, I will roll 1d6. 1 and 2 = target S2, 3 and 4 = target G3 with Turbolaser, 5 and 6 = target G3 with Pugio.

>>31453300
Yeah, normally I wouldn't randomly run on a Sunday, but due to reasons I'll get to at the end of the thread I needed to run today.

>>31453421
Is G3 firing at Syntagma or Ptolemeus?
If Syntagma, secondary target is S2
If Ptolemaus, secondary target is G3 with Pugio.

>>31453421
>Target S2
He needs to die so that our brothers live

>>31453474
G3 is firing at Syntagma.

>>31453511
Okay, then.
>Target S2

>>31453421
Tiebreaker voting ends. Tabulating and writing...

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>>31453078
"Moderati Ossea, fire on my target."

"Aye, Princeps."

"Tankred! Syntagma!" comes the voice through the vox. "This is Moderati Arkhe of the Ptolemeus! My Princeps is heavily wounded as is on the verge of losing consciousness! Blood of the Machine, help us!"

You see the lesser Ork Engine plodding at the wounded Ptolemeus, spewing light weapons-fire that strikes nothing but earth and air. "Tankred, this is Syntagma," says an older voice--Princeps Basileus, as you recall. "I am moving to engage the Ork Engine targeting Ptolemeus in close combat. Provide what supporting fire you can."

"Compliance, Basileus. We will keep the other two off of you."

>Roll for weapons
>If you'd like for Tankred to make any maneuvers before, during, or after firing weapons, please state so now.

Rolled 8, 2 = 10

>>31453667
Let's make that bastard pay for the damage he has wrought!!

Rolled 4, 11 = 15

>>31453667

Rolled 18, 1 = 19

>>31453667
expugnata fgt

>>31453667
Rolling ends. Writing...

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>>31453667
You line up your shot, the Machine Spirits of your targeting matrix showing you the Xeno-Engine's weakest spots, where your blows will strike the hardest. With a small intake of breath, you will Tankred's god-slayer to fire.

The red lance of light cores the ugly thing. Internal explosions from cooked ammunition and ruptured power cores obliterate the Gargant, leaving just the bottom torso and shreds of the upper torso intact, looking like an iron flower blooming in flame.

"Engine kill!" crows Cuugo. Mistra, on the other hand, wastes no time targeting Syntagma's prey with your Megabolter.

"You may fire when ready, Princeps."

Your other arm kicks and bucks from the recoil of your Megabolter. The mass-reactive shots claw at the Stompa's Power Fields, sending sparks of energy into the air, moments before the Syntagma's Power Claw skewers it. The Ork Engine flails like a speared fish, stuck on Syntagma's weapon.

The last Gargant, meanwhile, plods over to you, its huge crab-claws flailing and guns blazing. One the shots is a direct strike on your Void Shields, making you bite back the pain.

You glance at the Manifold: it appears the Warmongers have scored a kill, leaving them with local numerical superiority of four to two.

>Choose a target
>S2
>G3
>Help out the Pugnatores:
>>Target G2
>>Target S3

>>31454045
>Target G3 with Blade and Bolter, if he falls to blade then waste S2 with bolter

>>31454045
>>G3
Take care of ourselves first

>>31454108
We are not able to fire the same weapon twice in one turn. Would you like to switch one of the bolter uses to a Turbolaser shot instead?

>>31454045
>Target G3 with Pugio
Swiftly. We can take its hull points directly.

>>31454124
sorry, meant if G3 get's killed by the blade use the bolter on S2, if G3 doesn't get killed by blade use bolter on G3, unless you can't do that, then same tactic but with the laser

>>31454156
FYI you are able to fire both your weapons AND use the Pugio in the same turn, provided that there are enough targets for all 3 weapons within reach. I'm assuming you''d like Tankred to shoot G3 with all weapons first before using the Pugio?

>>31454216
Sure. Now that S3 is skewered Basileus won't need our help there.

>>31454216
i didn't know that, hmm, then blade to G3, bolter and laser to S2

We should restore void shields if they are not at maximum.
What will it take to destroy the skyshield generators?
I hope the air support arrives soon. Perditores has been hit hard.

>>31454045
There seems to be a consensus on targetting G3, but we're split on how to approach it. Over the next 5 minutes, please choose one of the following options:

>Shoot G3 then stab it

>Stab G3 then shoot it

If G3 falls before all 3 attacks can land, then any leftover attacks will go to S2, regardless of whichever tiebreaker choice you guys pick.

>>31454355
>Stab G3 then shoot it
We haven't stabbed anything yet.
Things must be stabbed.

>>31454355
If the tie is not broken in 5 minutes, then I will roll 1d20. Evens = Shoot then stab, Odds = Stab then shoot.

>>31454355
>>Stab G3 then shoot it

Which arm is the blade on?
Stab it and then fire the Megabolter through the head.

>>31454355
Tiebreaker ends. Tabulating...

>>31454441
Our Pugio is on our right arm, which is the same arm as the Megabolter.

>>31454045
You are about to line up another shot when you inload a message. The contents of the inload makes you grimace.

"We need to finish this quickly. Moderati Nicator, take us ahead, charge speed. Moderati Mistra, extend Pugio--on my mark, retract it with all speed."

A chorus of 'aye's is your reply, and at once Tankred's loping gait becomes a galloping charge that kicks up earth and dust.

>Roll for weapons
>>As a reminder, you'll be rolling 3d20--a d20 for each of our weapons. 1st roll result = our turbolaser, 2nd result = our Megabolter, 3rd result = our Pugio.

Rolled 19, 19, 14 = 52

>>31454547

Rolled 17, 6, 20 = 43

>>31454547
Let's show this Xeno scum not to mess with humantiy!!

>>31454559
Damn, i almost don't need to roll now

Good news, everyone!

It turns out that I misunderstood the whole dinner thing. I do have to adjourn to go eat right this moment, but it's only going to be for about 15-30 minutes rather than 1-2 hours.

I'll be back very shortly!

>>31454559
>>31454592
blessingsoftheomnissiah.jpg

>>31454605
I'm back! Given the results of the 2 previous rolls (19, 19, 20), I think we'll be good without a third roll.

Writing...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOIl8eZdJD4
Time to cut some green vegetables.

>>31455087
EXPUGNATA

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>>31454605
"Pugio ready," says Mistra. Indeed, through the MIU you can feel the cold blade jutting out above your wrist, four meters long and capable of punching through adamantium.

"Drawing power to actuators!" cries out Cuugo. "Increasing stride to charge pace!"

The Gargant looms ahead. It sees you coming in to charge, and it raises its obscene claw-arms to meet you.

No matter.

In the seconds before the Ork Engine's arms can meet you, you will Tankred to move forward faster, faster, faster. In a burst of speed that registered errors in Deculta's data logs, Tankred lunges forward, too close within the Gargant's reach for its weapons to strike it. Something screams 'Expugnata!'; whether it was you or Tankred, you do not know.

Then your Pugio slams home.

410 tons of adamantium and steel, moving at maximum speed, driving the full weight of its force onto one razor-sharp point. You divert your arm in an upward thrust against the taller Engine, and plunge your killing blade up, up, up into its sternum, its metal heart, its throat, and out the back of the base of its skull.

The Gargant shudders, its arms flailing about. In a matter of moments, leaking fuel and damaged reactors would surely render the machine dead, or even engulfed in an inferno.
[1/3]

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>>31455462
Your work is not finished. Before Cuugo can even shout "Engine kill!", you retract your arm halfway out of the Gargant's bulk. Then you let out a long, steady stream of fire from your Megabolter, straight into the viscera of the stricken Gargant, shredding crew, superstructure, power cores, cooking off ammunition. Your prey falls still at last.

But you're still not finished.

Through the gaping ruin-hole of the Xeno-Engine you thrust your left arm, and fire. The red light-lance erupts from the Gargant's back, and takes off the head of the impaled, squirming Stompa that Syntagma was laying to rest.

Both your Moderati look at you, then your handiwork, then at you again.

"I do not believe the Liber Titanicus sanctions this sort of action," says Mistra.

"Sanctions be damned, we need to do this more often," replies Cuugo.

In the distance, the Pugnatores finish off the last of the Ork Engines.

[2/3]

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>>31455489

"Ha! Now there's an Engine kill worth remembrance!"

Servatus is, as they say, one who wears his wounds with a smile. Smoke pours from a gaping hole in the Burning Brand's shoulder, but if it's bothering Servatus he's certainly not showing it.

"Indeed," says Hexa Atarko." Very nicely done, Princeps Pullo."

"A truly worthy kill in the name of Legio Pugnatores," says Lord Herax. "But, my good sons and daughter, we still have a battle to conduct. You have all received the missive, yes?"

Your 'aye' joins the chorus as the Warmongers respond to their lord.

"Three of their greater Engines..." sighs Herax. "Each the equal of a Warlord. The Perditores have taken the brunt of that assault, and several good Princeps have already fallen to those beasts. Tychare needs us to make a flanking strike against it and its retinue, or else we will lose too many Engines to continue this Execution. Walk with me, my good sons and daughter, and let us be rid of these xenos."

As the five of you stride at full pace, Servatus reaches you over the vox.

"So, Darius, quite the trial by fire, isn't? How are you faring?"

>Choose a response
>>"True battle is nothing like the simulations. The thrill, the excitement, I swear even the Machine Spirits get their blood up." (Excited)
>>"I never knew a Machine Spirit could be so...willful. What they say about Warhounds is true." (Shaken)
>>"Me? I'm doing well, just ready to sweep away the last of these xenos." (Confident)
>>Other

>>31455718
>>"I never knew a Machine Spirit could be so...willful. What they say about Warhounds is true." (Shaken)
Or the first. Not the third.

>>31455718
>>"I never knew a Machine Spirit could be so...willful. What they say about Warhounds is true."

>>31455718
Voting ends. Writing...

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>>31455718
>"I never knew a Machine Spirit could be so...willful. What they say about Warhounds is true."

Servatus goes silent for a moment, then responds in a sober tone. "Yes. Yes it is." He draws in a breath and lets it out before continuing. "God-wielding is no easy thing, and sometimes the difficulty arises from having to resist temptation rather than domination. But don't be so quick to dismiss it."

Here you start--that response wasn't something you expected.

"It's a blessing from the Machine God Himself, Darius," says Servatus, his voice calm. "It's just a matter of whether you're worthy of using it. I let myself teeter on the edge every once in a while, when the enemy's strong and I have no other weapons left to wield. So don't be afraid to let Tankred's Machine Spirit help you should you need it--especially now, with our Legio so depleted."

Before you can continue this line of conversation much further, however, Lord Herax's voice cuts in.

"Prepare yourselves, Warmongers. Our enemy is just ahead."

The smoke of battle clears, and you see...

...a beast. A great beast, or perhaps a perverse alien god made manifest. Its arms are pillars of iron ending in claws that could easily seize Tankred's torso whole. Its torso is broad, stout, like a moving mountain of metal, so bristling with guns that it appears spike-covered. Beneath all of this are its legs, huge, squat things that make the earth tremble with every step.

And there are three of them.

"My good sons and daughters...Expugnata."

>Choose a target
>S1
>S2
>G1
>G2
>G3
>M1
>M2
>M3

(Note: M1, M2, and M3 = the Mega Gargants, the 3 big ones.)

(Note: there are also three Legio Perditores Engines not visible on the battle auspex: 2 Warhounds (the Hoplon and the Katapractos) and 1 Reaver (Eumenes). They are currently engaging M1, M2, and M3.)

>>31456262
M2

>>31456262
M2. Need to take the megas out first.

>>31456262
Voting ends. Writing...

>>31456549
Typo: M1, M2, and M3 are actually Greater Gargants, not Mega Gargants. I got the two Gargant classes mixed up.

They will remain labeled M1, M2, and M3 on the maps, however.

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>>31456262
You elect to bring down the biggest one, the one right in the center. The left arm is a colossal claw; the right is a chainblade the widge of a Leman Russ tank. Mounted on its head is a strange array--likely some form of energy weapon. (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Gaze_of_Mork#.U0sdyPldXEs)

The lump in your throat is difficult to swallow.

"Moderati, ready weapons and shields..."

>Roll for weapons
>If you'd like to have Tankred make a maneuver before, during, or after firing weapons, please state so now.

Rolled 15, 15 = 30

>>31456677

Rolled 12, 8 = 20

>>31456677

Rolled 13, 20 = 33

>>31456677
>>If you'd like to have Tankred make a maneuver before, during, or after firing weapons, please state so now.
Begin surrounding the Gargants by moving to their flanks.

>>31456677
Rolling ends. Writing...

We should all concentrate fire on M2 to take it down as fast as possible. Let's not have everyone pick a unique target.
>>31456752
I think we should just stay with the Pugnatores where we are. We are flanking them, since the Perditores have been fighting them in the south.

Air support pls halp

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>>31456677
"Warmongers!" cries Lord Herax, "Follow my lead! We must strike them from the flanks!"

"Aye, Lord. Moderati, left, left, full stride!"

You let loose a salvo of laser and bolt, and both strike true--the Great Gargant's Power fields wane, then flicker, then finally burst. The fire from the rest of the Warmongers join yours, as do that of the three Annihilators. Smoke now leaks out of gashes and rents in your target's torso, while the fire from a wrecked Gargant washes the rest of its mob in light.

Then comes the return fire.

The earth around you all but disintegrates as the full fury of the Xeno-Engine falls upon it. Craters and trenches carved into the dirt makes Tankred almost stumble. You are fortunate--perhaps because of Tankred's relatively smaller size, the Ork misses his shots. But the rest aren't so lucky.

"Cantor!" screams Hexa Atarko as the Iron Lance burned and burned. A macro-shell stripped it of its Void Shields, and a hail of gunfire left deep gashes in its armored hide. You can hear Princeps Alaios' pained wails coming in through the vox.

The rest of the Pugnatores fare little better, Void Shields waning and reactors strained from the sheer firepower.

>>31457011
>Choose a target
>S1
>S2
>G1
>G3
>M1
>M2
>M3

>>31457011
>M2
It's almost there now. One more volley, with luck.
Perditores please be of use.

>>31457030
>M2

>>31457030
Keep firing on M2.

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>>31457011
"Again!" you cry. "If we don't bring it down now, we're all dead! Firing solution on my target!"

"Firing solutions, ready!"

Before you, the Great Gargant still looms, the smoke from its wounds wreathing it like the mantle of an angry god.

>Roll for weapons
>If you'd like to have Tankred make a maneuver before, during, or after firing weapons, please state so now.

Rolled 6, 2 = 8

>>31457346

Rolled 12, 20 = 32

>>31457346
>[anxiety intensifies]

Rolled 16, 4 = 20

>>31457346

Rolling ends. Writing...

>>31457411
>dat 20

I think we'll be just fine.

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Your god-slayer roars again, impaling the Great Gargant through its torso. Internal explosions wrack the metal beast even as your Megabolter chews away at its hull.

"Bring it down, bring it down, bring it down!"

The four other Engines of Legio Pugnatores, even the stricken Iron Lance, pours munition after munition upon the Xeno-Engine, until, after one more internal explosion that rains steel upon the battlefield, the upper half simply disintegrates. The afterimage from the heat wave burns itself into the Manifold, blinding you for half a moment.

"Engine kill!" cries Servatus, but Herax's reply is an admonishing one.

"Do not triumph yet! Evasive maneuvers!"

The Warmongers scatter, desperate to avoid returning fire. This time, your luck runs out, as an orange beam of pure energy reaches out and smites you. Your mind barely registers the blistering pain, your Void Shields just barely withstanding the Ork's assault.

"Void Shields at 33%!" screams Cuugo. His controls are smoking, the surge of power running to Void Shields just barely contained.

Through the Manifold, you can see the three Annihilators pouring all their fire into a second Great Gargant, but from the smoke and fire bleeding from their wounds you know that they will not last long. Even as you fight against sympathetic pain from Tankred, the lesser Gargants spew munitions at the Perditores.

>Choose a target
>S1
>S2
>G1
>G3
>M1
>M3

>>31457713
>Tankred status:
>3 SP
>8 HP

I'm wondering if we should just engage the smaller engines because they'll go down faster and won't be able to add their firepower

>>31457713
>>S2
both guns, and raise shields

>>31457713
>G3
Our weaponry isn't well-suited for Battle-class combat, we're better off getting the Gargants off the Perditores so their heavier munitions stay in the fight.

>>31457814 here

I've got to head off for a few hours, fellow anons, keep us and our fellow warmongers alive.

>>31457855
Second.
Though, it is well suited. It's just more important to keep Perditores alive. Can't lose any sources of fire.
FC might go down in the next round. I hope M3 misses.
Restore shields

>>31457713
>S2
Raise shields and obliterate the little guy

>>31457713
>G3

>>31457713
Voting ends. Writing...

>>31458000
Hmm, it appears that we have a tie to break.

Over the next 5 minutes, please choose between the following:

>Target S2
>Target G3

If the tie is not broken in 5 minutes, I will roll 1d20. Evens = target S2, odds = target G3.

>>31458041
>Target G3

>>31458041
Tie breaking ends. Writing...

>>31457713
You must destroy the lesser Engines, you realize. The two greater ones are mighty, but the lesser ones are greater in number.

You aim both weapons at the medium-sized Gargant. A migraine headache pounds at your skull, and a dark bruise forms across your chest, but you focus through the pain and bring your weapons to bear.

>Roll for weapons and shield restoration
>If you'd like for Tankred to make any maneuvers before, during, or after firing, please state them now.

Rolled 6, 2, 18 = 26

>>31458158

Rolled 9, 19, 20 = 48

>>31458158
Omnissiah Vult!

Rolled 12, 19, 15 = 46

>>31458158
HATE

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>>31458158
Herax seems to have caught onto your plan; he orders the Pugnatores to begin targetting the lesser Engines, to bring down as many as they can to better isolate and surround the bigger ones. You add your own weapons to the ongoing chorus of death, stripping away your target's Power Fields and shredding armor and metal from its hull. The Burning Brand manages to bring down one of the smaller Engines, while the Warbringer and the Armor Clad each badly wound their own targets. Fire from the Annihilators crash into the Gargant you were firing on, bringing it to near-death.

But the return fire is blistering. Moments after you bring your Void Shields up again, a glancing hit strikes you, undoing some of the work put into restoring your shields.

"Legio Pugnatores! Perditores! This is the Eumenes! Our weapons have malfunctioned from damage and we cannot raise shields! You must--AAAARGH!"

"Eumenes! Eumenes? Respond, Eumenes!"

And yet the two Greater Gargants, like monuments to an obscene pair of gods, gaze down at you, seemingly laughing at your defiance.

That's when salvation's voice comes through the vox.

"Lord Herax, this is Raven Flight. Our Vendettas are yours to command. Name a target, and we will see it destroyed." As if on cue, a squadron of Vendettas, painted jet-black and armed to the teeth, streak towards your position on the Manifold.

>Tankred status
>5 SP
>8 HP

>Choose a target
>S2
>G1
>G3
>M1
>M3

>Choose a target for Raven Flight
>S2
>G1
>G3
>M1
>M3

>>31458514
Finally!

Vulcan Megabolter: G3
Turbolaser Destructor: S2
Raven Flight: M3

>>31458514
>Target S2 with all weaponry
>Target M1 with Raven Flight

Rolled 3, 14 = 17

>>31458514
I forgot, which icon are we? And Raven Flight to M1.

>>31458620
second

>>31458656
No icon. We are the center of the circle.

>>31458683
>>31458656
Fire on S2 with all weaponry, then, and if it's still alive advance and punch it in the face.

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>>31458514
>Target S2 with all weapons, then stab it with the Pugio if it still stands

"Raven Flight," says Lord Herax. Even through the corruption of the vox you can hear his relief. "Raven Flight, this is Herax of the Contumax Belligator. Target the Xeno-Engine at coordinates three-six-seven by five-nine-two. Unleash all fury upon them."

"Compliance, Lord Herax, we will see it done. Beginning attack run now."

You yourself can't help but grin, even as you line up a shot on the lesser Gargant trundling its way towards you...

>Roll for weapons
>If you'd like for Tankred to make any maneuvers before, during, or after firing, please state them now.

Rolled 10, 1 = 11

>>31458860

Rolled 6, 17, 19 = 42

>>31458860
S

Rolled 3, 17, 18, 15 = 53

>>31458860
Maneuvers: if, by some miracle it doesn't die, bayonet it.

>>31458965
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>>31458860
...and with a burst of Megabolter fire, you perforate the Engine. Its arms drop to its sides and its guns fall silent, but it continues plodding towards you--no doubt its crew is dead, but the Engine's blasphemous Machine Spirit stubbornly clings onto life. Another quick burst brings it to a halt.

"Engine kill," says Cuugo with a grin.

Your Turbolaser's power banks are still brimming with fury, so you quickly line up a shot on the Gargant you had been aiming at earlier, and let loose a shot--it too goes down, littering the nearby Annihilators with debris, and leaving them the opportunity to flank the other Gargant engaging them.

And then there were three: the two Greater Gargants, still towering over you, and the Gargant to the south, confronted by two of the Perditores.

"Raven Flight," says Herax into the vox, "coordinate your strike with me. On my mark, let loose all that you have."

"Compliance, Lord Herax."

"Wait for it..." His voice is calm, despite the returning fire of a Greater Gargant pounding his Void Shields. A stray shot glances off of yours.

"Wait for it..."

Perhaps in anger, or perhaps in hubris, the GreateR Gargant nearest Herax begins stomping towards the Warbringer, its clawed arms flailing, its guns roaring.

"Warmongers, fire."

Melta Cannon; Gatling Blaster; Plasma Destructor; Laser Blaster; Vulcan Megabolter; Plasma Blastgun; Volcano Cannon; eighteen twin-linked lascannons. These are the weapons that strike the Great Gargant as one. In an instant, its Power Fields fail and its armor turns to slag. In an instant, its crew is vaporized. In an instant, the entire Engine explodes in a mushroom of fire, washing the Warbringer, you, and everything within eighty meters of it in fire.

It takes a moment for you to regain your focus.

"Now, now, now!" cries Lord Herax. "There are only two remaining! Warmongers, EXPUGNATA!"

>Choose a target
>M1
>G1

>>31459250
Megabolter: G1
Turbolaser: M1

>>31459250
The Perditores join us putting down G1, while the heavier engines deal with M1. Once G1 is down, we hit M1 from behind.

Rolled 17, 6 = 23

>>31459250
All guns on M1.
>>31459361
Firing at G1, we have H and K as our backstop. Best not to risk it, I think.

Rolled 4, 1 = 5

>>31459423

Seconding.

>>31459250
>M1

>>31459430

Somehow I knew I was going to roll poorly even as I clicked send.

I really enjoy this quest though - many kudos to TwiceBorn for continuing to run it.

>>31459430
>>31459451
Well, it's a good thing we don't have H and K as a backstop then, isn't it?

>>31459451
We roll after we decide.
And yes, it's great, and this is just the prequel. The happening is yet to happen.

>>31459484
We fired on G3 with no problems last round. That was also close to them.

It was time to bring down the beast.

Like wolves against prey, the Warmongers circle about, surrounding the Great Gargant. The Xeno-Engine in turn seems confused, lashing out with claws, spraying sporadic gunfire in no particular direction.

"Moderati Ossea," you say. "All weapons to bear on our target."

"Aye, Princeps." Is she smiling? You can't see it with her back turned to you, but you can hear it in her voice.

>Roll for weapons and shield restoration
>>If you'd like for Tankred to make any maneuvers before, during, or after firing weapons, please state them now.


----
>>31459507
For the sake of simplicity, we'll say that Imperial targeting arrays are good enough such that friendly fire of this sort isn't a concern.

Rolled 3, 1, 20 = 24

>>31459554
Expugnata

Rolled 19, 8, 7 = 34

>>31459554
Just move SW

Rolled 15, 15, 6 = 36

>>31459554
Nice to know that my concerns were unfounded.

Rolled 10, 7, 13 = 30

>>31459554
Let's make this Xeno scum Burn!!

Rolled 15, 12, 18 = 45

>>31459554

Expugnata.

>>31459554
Rolling ends. Writing...

>>31459625
Sorry for the delay guys, but since I'm writing the epilogue and such I'm going to need a few moments.

Hang tight!

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The great beast is surrounded now. Nowhere to go, but death. Nowhere to run, but Hell. Whether it understood this or not you can't say, but then, when did Orks understand anything but battle?

It rushes recklessly forwards at you. Perhaps it was because Tankred seemed smaller and thus easier prey; perhaps because the Ork simply chose a target at random. It mattered little, because with precision aiming and the full fury of a Titan Maniple the Great Gargant's Power Fields were stripped, its armor turned to slag, and its machine-hearts made still.

Lord Herax and Servatus would later say the final Engine kill was yours, with your own Pugio that you brought to bear as you counter-charged the roaring beast. You'd plunged the weapon deep into the Great Gargant's belly, barely managing to not be hurled backwards from the opposing momentum. You'd struck again and again and again, with the other Warmongers bringing their own claws and blades down, until the Ork Engine was literally torn apart and its pieces cast aside.

After that, the battle was effectively over.

There are clean-up operations to be conducted, to be sure. Xeno-Engines to mop up, wounded to rescue, casualties to tally. But once the Great Gargants were dead, the rest of the Orks seemed to lose heart and fled shamefully from the battlefield. Those who survived potshots from Imperial Titans were hunted down by Raven Flight and other aerial units. All other resistance was hunted down by the Tung and the Uthuans.

A sort of silence reigns across Site Primaris, now. Only the sound of trundling vehicles and roll calls. No more sounds of guns or death.

[1/2]

>>31460236

"As far as first battles go, I'd say you did...alright."

The four of you are standing on the plains near Site Primaris, stretching sore legs and bruised arms; you, Servatus, Cuugo, and Mistra.

You give Servatus a glance, and see the twinkle in his eye. "And I thought my Engine kill earlier was 'worthy of remembrance'. Or was that just the Machine Spirit talking?"

Three of you share a hearty laugh, while Mistra merely rolls her eyes. When you point out she is suppressing a smile, she gives you a glare.

"But truly," says Servatus, as he claps a hand on your shoulder, "well done, my friend. For what it's worth, I couldn't be prouder." You give him a nod in thanks.

"So...what now?" asks Cuugo. "We've established a landing zone, the Orks are broken..."

"I overheard Colonel Athelraed of the Ecgbert Hearthguard speaking to Lord Herax," says Mistra. "This planet is rife with Ork artificers, which explains why just this one landing zone was swarming with their abominable Titan-mockeries. Until we can petition for more Engines, the best we can do for now is fortify this landing zone and launch raiding parties to weaken enemy positions."

"Hmph, the Hearthguard," says Servatus. "There's already whispers of their Cyning trying to play today's victory as something belonging to their Raven Flight. Those Vendettas are theirs, you know."

"How long," says Cuugo, "will it take for said Engines to get here? Last I heard, most of the Legios are getting taken up by the Astartes for...something or other."

Your conversation is interrupted by the deafening roar of engines. It is not the sound of tanks or even Titans. No, it is something else entirely. It is the sound of aircraft. The sound of Thunderhawks.

Thunderhawks, painted in the colors of...

>Choose a Legion
>>...deep red and black, of the Word Bearers.
>>...steel grey and black-yellow hazard stripes, of the Iron Warriors.
>>...azure and green, of the Alpha Legion.
>>...midnight and bronze, of the Night Lords.

>>31460266
>Steel grey and hazard stripes, of the Iron Warriors

>>31460266
>>...deep red and black, of the Word Bearers.

>>31460266
>>...deep red and black, of the Word Bearers.

>>31460266
>>...deep red and black, of the Word Bearers.

It's happening, isn't it?

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>Thunderhawks, painted in the colors of deep red and black, of the Word Bearers.

The Thunderhawks land in perfect formation, as Astartes so often do. As the ramps lower, Word Bearers, clad in blood-red power armor trimmed with black, march in formation out onto Site Primaris, bolters clasped to their chests.

One of them breaks formation and strides over to several senior officers of the 2754th Expedition. You walk over to where they are, that you might better hear what they're saying.

The lone Astartes raises his fist, and as one the warriors of XVII come to a halt. The fist lowers, down to the seals of the helmet, and pulls it off, revealing a bald head of dusky skin. Tattoos of flowing script, written in a tongue you don't quite recognize, cover his features, but they can't hide the warm eyes or the gentle smile he offers the officers.

[1/2]

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[2/2]

"In the name of my Primarch, Aurelian, the Golden One, son of the Emperor beloved by all, I greet you." His voice is like warm honey, sweet to the ears--if the sons of Colchis had orators like these, it was little wonder so many of their conquests were done by the word and not the sword. "I am Captain Hak Nal, of the Bell Keeprs Chapter, and I bring with me three Maniples of Legio Perditores, and three Companies of my own Legion, including armored support, for the prosecution of this campaign." A pause, and his raises his arms as if in benediction.

"The Warmaster sends his regards."

-----

In the grim darkness of the 31st Millennium, iron gods walk among men.

You are god-wielder. You are Ork-Slayer.

Your skin is scarred iron. You are armored in the hatred of Xenos. In one hand is you hold death, and in the other you hold fire.

You are the Machine God's will given form.

You are a Princeps, pilot of a Titan. And one way or another, Ahran shall burn.

-

"O Mighty Engine! Slay our foes with fire!
And burn the false ones, those impure in form,
Those impure in thought, those impure
In mind! With sacred plasma burning bright,
With holy bolter's crashing might, with flame
and laser pure! Walk, O iron god!
Do Walk and show our foes the truest fear!"

-Rite of Activation of the God-Engine', Final Verse

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QUEST END

(Stay tuned for a message from the QM.)

And so ends my very first quest thread. I hope you enjoyed it--I certainly enjoyed running it.

However, I have some bad news, for which I need to give some background...

When I first started this quest, I originally planned it as a short prequel thread (through which I'd get a feel for how to qm, etc.), then once I was done with that move onto the actual thread proper.

All of this was done assuming that a) I'd be able to pull the whole thing off in about 20-25 threads, and b) I'd have the entirety of March and April to do it.

However...as you might have noticed, I spent all of March unable to qm. This pretty much completely ruined my time table. The reason for this is because:

At the end of April I will be moving temporarily back to Korea, where I'll be staying until law school begins for me in August. While I will have lots of free time while in Korea, for various reasons I will NOT be able to have the 5-6 hours of uninterrupted internet time necessary to qm. Afterwards, from August onwards, I will simply be too busy with law school studies to be able to qm on tg. Because of this, after the end of April I will NOT be able to run Titan Quest, or any other long-term quests, for a very long time.

This is where you guys come in.

[1/2]

I'd like to finish the story of Titan Quest if at all possible. Doing so the usual way on tg will likely be impossible, so I want to leave it up to you guys how I tell it. I forsee the following options.

1) I info dump my notes and my plans for this quest onto you guys right here, right now. I tell you how the story was supposed to go and what was supposed to happen. The upside is that, if nothing else, the story of Titan Quest will be told in some form or fashion. The downside is that it'll be done in a rather dull way.

2) I keep qming, but on another website. I'm not sure where I'd do it just yet, but the questionablequesting looks to be the most likely. On the other hand, I would definitely understand if some of you guys would rather not try and play this on another website.

3) Wait for the day I can qm on tg again. If, somehow, I can find the time to qm this on tg, I absolutely will. When this will be, however, I don't know. The upside to this option is that we'll have Titan Quest as it was supposed to be again. The downside is that I have no idea when this day will ever be.

The choice, I'm afraid, is yours.

(For what it's worth, it really pains me to make you guys choose like this. If I could have it my way I'd definitely keep running this on tg, but...well...life gets in the way.)

>>31461123

I can't speak for all of /tg/, but I choose Option 3. You're going out on a high note - and there's always a chance that Titan Quest could return.

That is enough.

>>31461123
3, if any. I play each quest with the expectation that the QM will suddenly die so I am not bothered. It was fun. Don't feel obligated to run. Life takes precedence.
Good luck.

>>31461123
Number 3. We'll wait.

>>31461291
>>31461309

I see...well, so far it looks like folks would like for me to return someday, whenever that day is.

I'm honestly rather touched--perhaps I'm flattering myself, but I'm pleasantly surprised that people are willing to hold out and wait for Titan Quest to make a proper return. I swear to you guys that, if it's in my power to do so, I WILL return one day and finish this.

Maybe by the time I come back, I'll be good enough at drawing that this will become a draw quest!

While we're here, and in preparation for the future unknown...

Are there any suggestions you guys would like to make for this quest? What did I do well? Where did I fail to deliver? Did you feel like the action scenes were well-paced and interesting, or was it dull slog? What about characterization and banter?

Thread archived.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/31451897/

>>31461123
TB check out Anonkun, a much better and preceded alternative to QQ or SB, I'm on phone right now so can't elaborate but ill talk to you in IRC about it in 45-60 minutes when I'm at my PC

>>31461475
They were well paced. There was just enough variety. Giving us a little Tung interlude was smart. I like the way we all but canonically commanded the forces.
Can't complain about the banter. The different characters had character. They felt like real beings, not just U1, U2, etc. I enjoyed seeing how the battle affected our princeps and his crew. Interaction with the characters was generally satisfying.
Fun quest.
>>31461686
There he can update sporadically. I'm skeptical of the community though. Do people there even like 40k?

I'll check your twitter occasionally. Post if you have any news.

>>31461475
I enjoyed the hell out of this quest. My only beef would be that the enemies seemed a little fragile, but that could have just been the dice. Good job.

>>31461860
Yea, maybe best of 2 would have been better than best of 3, but I think having a high level of accuracy is good. That way our success is based on wise shot placement rather than dice. Perhaps there should be more variations in damage. More degrees of success.

>>31461860
Yeah that was mostly the dice.

The combat mechanics were largely untested--I did a few test rolls and checked the probabilities, but given how little experience I have with dice and game design in general it was hard for me to predict what sort of overall consequences the mechanics would have.

My impression is that the combat was pretty "swingy"--you guys either 1 or 2 shotted enemy Titans or did jack squat (though the former is likely due to the way I took rolls: best of first 3 rolls, etc.). On one hand, Titan combat is actually kind of like this in the fluff: Titans regularly kill each other with just 1 or 2 volleys of shots. On the other hand, this might not translate to interesting combat in a game.

I ended up realizing this about halfway into our very first combat--the fragility of enemies was why we ended up going up against hilarious odds, like 1 Warhound and some tanks vs a 5-man Ork Gargant Mob.

>>31461932
I'll certainly take that into consideration! I kept the degrees of success system as simple as possible so people could intuit it very easily, but since you guys seemed to get a handle on it easily I'm considering adding variations on what happens at certain degrees of success.

>>31461686
>>31461834
Yeah, I've heard about akun, but for now I am considering qq if only because forums appear to be the slowest place one could viably run a quest. As far as I know, most other places (akun, tgchan, etc.) are basically /tg/ except marginally slower (so post an update a few times a week vs the 4-6 hour runs at tg vs post whenever you feel like at qq).

So far, however, it looks like the popular vote is to come back to tg at a later time.

And that's it for today, I think, as I now need to go to bed.

Once again, it was a great pleasure and honor running for all of you, and I hope to see you all again some day, when Titan Quest runs again.

Until then, my friends...Expugnata.

>>31462098
You can post whenever you like on akun, there are multiple people who update monthly or even less frequently.

>>31462295
Damnit, I got back home at my PC right as you left IRC...

But yeah what >>31462381 said, Akun is as fast or slow paced as you like, it does not matter when you update, you don't have threads, you have a 'story' that you add to whenever you want, theres no pressure on speed, although you can run 'live' which means that you're there updating, but you don't have to, I know many that update once a week or once a month with some stories writing larger chunks and only updating every couple of months, its very easy to handle voting and dice there, the only downside is the chat function on the site can make reading long conversation chains a pain, but its no worse than /tg/ and you set the pace, not the board.

I'm in favor of you doing both 2) and 3), you can keep Darius' story as is and update/run a thread continuing his adventures on /tg/ when you've got the time in the future, and you could also run a slow story on Akun, whether it be a different time in the universe, like 35k or 41k or whatever, in all the various different conflicts, and you could update that whenever you want.

If you want to know more about Akun, ask Hexer or Angelic in the IRC about it, they can both help introduce you to it, and I think, in your situation, it would be the best alternative.