>>34631967

Twitter: @ELHMk1
Normal Run Time: Thursdays @ 8pm EST (GMT-5)
Archive Link (includes sup/tg/ & moe links, waifu references, and other info):
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ZlPV-W2T9xDEzsSxYq8OLHnB7CKfB0eUAQyH4vj2lU8/edit?usp=sharing

Ignitrix’s Character Sheet (2nd tab):
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/10H9COxlc2Qaqkx5DTaihQJHazhc-_KKIS-Aon-VxluA/edit?usp=sharing

If you’re a die-hard lover of canon, I suggest you turn away now. I like to think I do Chaos and 40k in general justice though. The key thing at the end of the day is to have fun, whatever that means in this instance.

All rolls will go against a specified characteristic in the style of Black Crusade. You’ll want to roll under the characteristic value in order to pass the check. The more degrees of success (every multiple of 10 counts as 1), the more awesome of a result. A 1 is a guaranteed success, and a 100 is a guaranteed failure.

Best of three rolls when it’s called for, with a 1 or a 100 instantly taking precedence. If multiple characteristics are being rolled for, each 1d100 counts for its respective test. Any rolls prior to the call for one and those not linking said post will be ignored.

You are allowed a single additional 1d100 roll for any check during this session. You also have access to four (4) “Keikaku Dohri” points. The use of one will allow you to instantly succeed against whatever challenge or roll you’re facing.

You might have the impulse to use every KD point, but consider this:
For each leftover point, the “current” Ignitrix in the main quest will receive a bonus. If all four remain at the end of the one-shot, she’ll receive a special bonus in addition to the above bonuses.

If you have any questions/etc, now’s the time. Otherwise, I’ll push the first update in about 10 minutes.

Excessive meta goes to QTG. Blatant Samefaggotry will be ignored. Use the filter: http://pastebin.com/QxMu8Rrr

>>34631967
Daemon prince.
DAEMON PRINCE.
She's not a Lord of Change, she's a daemon prince!

>>34632024
SPY!

>>34632024
This. Lord of change are greater daemons, greater daemons are always created from warpstuff rather than elevated from human.

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>>34632063

M-Maybe that's what they want us to think.

>>34632161
Actually, daemon princes are usually shunned by greater daemons for BEING human, the difference is absurdly huge.

### An Hour Prior to the Tyrant Star’s Arrival ###

++Trix, are you up?++

The booming sound of Helldrool’s voice causes your quarter’s door to shake. If it was anyone else, you’d chase them off with a few choice words and possibly a fireball or two. But not Helldrool. He’s been the closest thing you had to a friend since leaving Imperial Space. Enigmatic and Charismatic, he probably could have been a great Factor of the Lathes had he not become a heretic.

Groggily, you rise and rub the sleep from your eyes. “Yeah… Yeah I’m up. Just give me a minute…”

With a grunt you hop off the bed and proceed over to the door to open it. There stands Helldrool: a massive assemblage of machine and grotesque flesh somehow naturally fused into one. The Heretek had always looked strange in the past, but the changes that came with his apotheosis still took some getting used to.

++You look a mess. Have you not been eating again? Troubles with your powers?++

He must think your disheveled appearance is the result of struggling to control your emotions, and thus your powers. It’s been a long while since you last lost control, but Helldrool has never truly stopped buzzing around you like a mother hen. It’d be sweet if it wasn’t damned annoying.

“No, you just woke me up thirty minutes before my alarm. You’re ex-biologis. You should know how bad it is to interrupt sleep cycles,” you respond, frowning.

++I needed to discuss some things prior to Lustlure’s arrival,++ he replies, somehow sounding innocent despite the fact his voice is both daemonic and mechanical.

“And you couldn’t just… I don’t know… use the vox?”

++Too important.++

You grumble under your breath. “Fine. Give me a minute to freshen up…”

(cont)

>>34631980
REMINDER
>If you’re a die-hard lover of canon, I suggest you turn away now.

>>34632253

Before he can reply you shut the door and wander over to your sink. As you stare at yourself in the mirror, you realize with horror that you’re still clutching Skippy, your stuffed animal. Great. Totally the image of a composed Tzeentchean Psyker. Just what Helldrool needed to see.

Once Skippy’s been hidden away beneath your bed, you return to the sink to fuss with your hair. It’s turned blue since you’ve turned to the Changer of Way’s teachings, but otherwise is easily wrangled into two pigtails and a part over your left eye. All that’s left after that is to smooth out your chaotically-redesigned psykana robes and to grab your Force Sword by the door.

Stepping out into the corridor with Helldrool, you motion for him to lead on. “Now what’s so important that you dare anger a nascent psyker by interrupting her beauty sleep?”

He strides ahead of you, that massive frame somehow able to move at rapid pace. ++Whispers among the fleet. A sense of great unease.++

“It’s the ‘night’ before we burn the blasted Imperium to the ground. If they aren’t nervous they’re stupid.”

++That is not what I meant. It is as if there is a rubberband about to snap. Something, or someone is plotting against the Crusade from within.++

“Aren’t rubberbands forbidden STC’s?” you jest. It makes sense why he woke you now. Who better to track down and deal with a conspiracy than a woman in league with the Great Conspirator? “Do you have anything more than a vague feeling or…?”

He shrugs. ++As I said. Whispers in the Warp.++

“Wonderful.”

> [1] Well you have to start somewhere. Time to do a little “soul” searching (WP)
> [2] You could try asking crew and other vessels’ captains for insight (Fel)
> [3] Attempt to glimpse into the future using your powers (Per)
> [4] Write in

>>34631967
Goodness, gracious, ELH! You should have called it Tzeentchette Quest to match Khornette Quest, which is not known as Bloodletter Quest!

>>34632281
> [1] Well you have to start somewhere. Time to do a little “soul” searching (WP)

>>34632281
>3
coolest option always goes first

>>34632281
> [1] Well you have to start somewhere. Time to do a little “soul” searching (WP)

>>34632281
>> [1] Well you have to start somewhere. Time to do a little “soul” searching (WP)

>>34632281
>[1] Well you have to start somewhere. Time to do a little “soul” searching (WP)

Seems you're probing the immediate area for places where the Warp's flow may have been disrupted.

1d100 go.

>>34632291

Tzeentchette sounded weird.

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>34632516

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>34632516

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>34632516
Rolls for the roll god!

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>34632516
1 coming through

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>34632516

>>34632546
Good roll

>>34632516
Weirdness < Tidiness

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>34632516

>>34632541
>>34632546
>>34632558

Well a 17 is enough to not cause your brain to explode. Writing...

Oh, I suppose I should mention psyker power rolls now before you actually use one. If ANY of the three rolls are doubles (i.e. like that 44), you cause Phenomena. AKA the 2nd best thing about 40k RPGs after the Crit Tables

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>34632516
rolling...

>>34632616
So we got a phenomena. Lovely~

>>34632616
If our head does explode, it could be explained away Cinder making things not go according to plan, so Ignitrix could die at any moment in this oneshot and it'd be canon.

>>34632676

Had this been an actual power instead of a simple Psyniscience check, yes. Choice with Power Use will always be denoted.

Yes I'm aware it usually goes off of Per but that's dumb.

>>34632780 >wasting a perfectly good gift from the dark gods We're no namby-pamby Imperial dog. Phenomena are to be welcomed and cherished for the Changes they bring.

>>34632281

Trusting Helldrool to prevent you from walking out of an airlock (again), you cast your mind out over the space surrounding the fleet. It’s not always simple for you to pluck out the strands of fate and breaks in the Materium, especially when there’s high concentrations of daemons nearby. As such, you have to devote your full attention to untangling and deciphering what you’re seeing.

Around the 13th Station of Passage you note a severe “bulge” in the debris halo. It’s as if something is trying to force its way into realspace in a very big way. You can’t say for certain when whatever is will break through, only that it will. It’s definitely concerning, but what’s interesting is the line of fate that traces back to Lustlure’s ship.

Normally such lines indicate linked events, either in the immediate past or one of the possible futures-to-come. An actual daemon prince of Tzeentch or a Lord of Change might be able to see more, but this is as much as you’ve been able to figure out and comprehend on your own.

++Woah there. I am not turning this ship around to pick you up. Again.++ A metal hand stops you from running into the wall next to an airlock.

Returning to yourself, you sigh. “Thanks.”

++Well?++

“There’s something big coming, that much is sure. And it involves Lustlure in some way. Well it might involve him, I should say.”

++Hrm…You have been mostly right before. But I need to be certain…++ He seems to be debating with himself what to do next. And it was true that you didn’t always see the real future.

> [1] Glance into the future to give him more “ammo.” (Per - Power Use)
> [2] Advise him to simply take greater precautions during the meeting
> [3] Advise him to blow Lustlure’s ship out of the sky now
> [4] Write in

>>34633158
>[1] Glance into the future to give him more “ammo.” (Per - Power Use)
>"I recognize that bulge!"

>>34633158
>1
DO IT FAGIT

>>34633158
>> [1] Glance into the future to give him more “ammo.” (Per - Power Use)
OH BOY

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>34633158
> [1] Glance into the future to give him more “ammo.” (Per - Power Use)

>>34633158
>[1] Glance into the future to give him more “ammo.” (Per - Power Use)

>>34633158
One more for
>1
I'm late, but at least I made it this time

>>34633158
> [1] Glance into the future to give him more “ammo.” (Per - Power Use)

I'll just go ahead and open that page in the PDF now...

Roll.

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>34633455

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>34633455

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>34633455

>>34633467
>>34633476
>>34633498

You look into the void and the void doesn't look back. Or does it? Writing...

>>34633467
Fuck yeah!

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>>34633518

An oddly placed thought;
Could Cinder's 'birth' have effected Ignitrix's ascension? So, instead of what was meant to happen to her, she became a Lord(Lady) of Change...
Possibly with her fate somehow bound to Cinders in the ways that only Tzeentch can know...

>>34633721
lewd?

>>34633721
I doubt it. I think Ignitrix was around for a good while longer, even when accounting for warp shenaniganry.

>>34633756
Was Ignitrix even real at this time, or is this all a fantasy?

>>34633792
Worst comes to worst, we get caught in a landslide with absolutely no escape from reality.

>>34633819
NOPE!

>>34633819
Pfffft, not unless you open your psyker "eyes" and look up towards the sky.

More likely to see Tzeentch himself saying "Hiiiii" like the creeper he is.

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>>34633792
>>34633819
>>34633863

Pic related.

>>34633745
Imouto is not for lewd. That is the law. Ignitrix, despite her boobage, is cute and small compared to Cinder. Therefore she is Imouto.

>>34633158

“Hold on, I can’t walk and do this at the same time,” you say before sitting cross-legged next to the airlock.

++Hrm?++

Ignoring his inquiry, you remove a set of runed bones from a pocket. Had you still been in the Imperium, you might have used the Emperor’s Tarot instead. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes. Move me if you must.”

++But…!++

And then your consciousness is among the fires of fate itself. The twisting flames are mysterious and alien, but the right mind knows how to read them. You happen to possess such a mind.

The first thing you see is the Daemon Prince Lustlure, in his gaudy pink power armor, arguing with Helldrool in the stateroom. That’s to be expected. What comes as a surprise is Lustlure producing two melta guns without warning. The vision shifts, showing you a portion of the fleet outside in flames. A dark star looms over all, casting an eerie light over the assembled wreckage. It was an augury of death and destruction. And not of the Imperium of Man.

As you start to withdraw your mind, a tendril of fire wraps around “you” and holds you in place for another shift. You see an incomprehensible maze amid a place that cannot possibly exist. A flash of blue feathers. More fire. Skippy. The maze again. Laughter. And then… Nothing.

++TRIX!++

You arrive back at yourself as Helldrool’s voice literally causes your chair to tip over backwards. It seems he’s moved you into the stateroom while you were away. Glancing at the clock, you see that you cut it close. Lustlure is scheduled to arrive in ten minutes.

> [1] No time to explain! Blow him out of the sky!
> [2] He’s going to betray us, Helldrool. Let’s slay him once he’s aboard.
> [3] Write in

>>34633863
In the face of such power, we are but a poor being. I doubt we'd even garner any sympathy.

Maybe Ignitrix is just a construct of human perception, an illusion created by
http://youtu.be/TjU5lXY8wHE?t=3s

>>34633919
>3
Tell him exactly what you saw, no more and no less. He can decide on his own

>>34633919
>> [3] Write in
Can we jump, like, now?

>>34633919
>[2] He’s going to betray us, Helldrool. Let’s slay him once he’s aboard.

>>34633971
this!

>>34633919
> [3] Write in
"Helldrool, something wicked this way comes and there not a single thing anyone can do about it. It's time to make shit up as we go along."

>>34633919
Counter ambush time~

>>34633919
> [2] He’s going to betray us, Helldrool. Let’s slay him once he’s aboard.

>>34633971
Thirding

Are ya'll sure you want to fight a Demon Prince in person?

>>34633919
>> [3] Write in
Tell the Cliff's Notes version of events that may transpire, suggest that we avert the conflict by appeasing to whatever demands the Daemon Prince may make while biding your time to seek an opening to murderize him.

>>34633919
This: >>34633971

>>34633971

Since this is leading at the moment (voting's not over yet), does this include the maze bit as well?

>>34634044
We'll think of something.

>>34634060
Nope

>>34634060
Nah. It'll just distract him with worry for us from the real issues at hand here.

>>34633919

"I have foreseen Lustlure pulling two melta's against you while some massive construct of death and destruction rains fire down upon the fleet... I believe these two to be connected though through what means, I am not yet certain..."

>>34634060
Just skim over most of that, nothing about the maze is immediately important

>>34634078
That's Cinder's approach. We need a keikaku as Ignitrix.

>>34634136
Ignitrix's deal is that she can think up on the spot plans to accomplish long term goalst, whereas Ignitrix can think of what to accomplish in the short term.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fQUKfbLMss8

>>34634203
I don't know what you're thinking, Cinder just makes things up as she goes along. Ignitrix is the plan lady.

>>34634229
Yes, which is why we should start cooking some plans up in the oven that is our collective noggins.

Well it seems that telling Helldrool the spark notes version basically won out. Writing...

>>34634203
>>34634229
>Ignitrix's deal is that she can think up on the spot plans to accomplish long term goals, whereas Cinder can think of what to accomplish in the short term.*
Sorry, I got their names confused, I blame ELH for not choosing Sofh and picking something that was fire-related for Feather-Tits' name.

>>34634270
Will Lustlure be boarding by shuttle, or through the Warp? If by shuttle, we shoot it. If by Warp... Surely we learned some wards when the Inquisitor locked us in a library to go mad? Wards and explosives are my cell's first response to daemons.

>>34634394
>Explosives
That is every cell's first response to any problem.

>>34634270
Why not help Lustlure kill Helldrool, or, better yet, get them in a situation where they're fighting each other to the death, and take them out?

>>34634394

Hold a moment. Didn't we get marked for Death by the Inquisition for finding a new way to kill daemons? Maybe we should crack it out in celebration of the start of the new black crusade...

>>34634521
>Why not help Lustlure kill Helldrool
Go read the update that has his introduction anon.

He's our only friend for fucks sake.

>>34634559
Pffffffft. You'll never become a Lady of Change with that attitude! Besides, followers of Nurgle will befriend anybody, they're really cheap that way.

>>34633919

“Helldrool, you trust me right?”

++Most of the time.++

A fair and probably honest answer. “I foresaw Lustlure and you arguing over something. I know not what, but it ended with him pulling two meltas on you. That’s not all though. Afterwards I saw the fleet burning under the gaze of a black star.”

A whistle that you’ve come to understand is him sighing emits from one of his speakers. ++We do not know for certain whether Lustlure’s betrayal causes the destruction of the fleet or if it is this dark sun construct. Are you sure there was nothing else?++

You pause. You can’t tell him about the maze or he’d never let you out of his sight. “Nothing at all.”

If he still had hair, Helldrool would be pulling it out right about now. ++We cannot just destroy Lustlure without provocation. It would invite chaos among Chaos and destroy the Crusade before it even begins. I had expected splinter groups to form, but not this soon…++

He turns to look directly at you with his four eyes and several optical mechadendrites. ++We proceed as planned with the meeting. I shall attempt to keep the talk neutral and to placate any demands he might have. In the meantime, I need you to look for a way to banish him into the Warp or slay him at the first sign of trouble.”

“I’ll try.”

Banishing a Daemon Prince? Without knowing his true name? Unlikely. And even if you could find it, doing so normally takes years of study and experimentation. Slaying one? Perhaps even more difficult than that depending on the circumstances.

This would not be easy.

> [1] It’s time to break out “that” from your days in the Inquisition. (WP)
> [2] Assemble a team of loyal crew and have them be ready to phase through the walls (Fel, WP - Power Use)
> [3] Weaken the structural integrity around where you remember Lustlure standing.
> [4] Let the Daemon Princes kill each other and escape in the ensuing chaos
> [5] Write in

>>34634692
>> [1] It’s time to break out “that” from your days in the Inquisition. (WP)

>>34634692
>Time to break out the toys!

>>34634692
>[1] It’s time to break out “that” from your days in the Inquisition.

oooh toys!

>>34634692
>[1] It’s time to break out “that” from your days in the Inquisition. (WP)

>>34634692
>[1] It’s time to break out “that” from your days in the Inquisition. (WP)

Its Time!

>"That?"
>"Isn't it obvious?"

No but really, go ahead and roll.

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>34634849
THAT

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>34634849

>>34634858
My rolling is on fire tonight!

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>34634849

>>34634858
>>34634869
>>34634874

That's a bunch of degrees of success. Neat. Writing...

Continue scheming as usual.

>>34634873
>Ignitrix
>on fire

Nice.

>>34634692

“I’ll be right back!” you shout, dashing from the stateroom. You had to get “that” from your room. It was the only hope you had of dealing with Lustlure that didn’t involve fighting.

After knocking over several servitors on the way you finally reach your room. You throw the mattress aside (while apologizing to Skippy) and pluck up the item that was hidden beneath it.

Hidden among the dusty shelves you used to manage in your Inquisitorial days was a book. A book that had no right belonging there. A book that should have been contained and guarded within the Black Library itself. And yet there it had been. It contained exactly the sort of knowledge you had been looking for at the time, but would have invited your death had you ever told your superiors.

For this book, this damned book, contained the true names of every daemon ever to exist. All one had to do was speak one of the entity’s names aloud before opening the tome. Then, should they be able to withstand the raw power of the immaterium twisting and writing the page before them, the entity’s true name would be revealed.

Or so you thought, anyways. You had never been able to get it to work successfully on other daemons in the past. The pages either remained blank or yielded names that were useless. Yet every bit of research confirmed your suspicions. It was maddening, but it was your one hope in this instant.

Shouting Lustlure’s name aloud, you watch as a name is scribbled in hellfire across the page. If it wasn’t the right one, you’d be out of luck. You don’t have time to gather any crewmen up now. Either this would work or you and Helldrool would be dealing with Lustlure by yourselves.

> [1] Attend the meeting as an aide
> [2] “Attend” the meeting by waiting in the nearby bulkhead (WP - Power use)
> [3] Write in

Get your popcorn

>>34635447
>> [1] Attend the meeting as an aide
HOLY SHIT
That is one hell of a valuable artifact.

>>34635447
>Attend as an Aide, jesus christ what kinda book is that!?

>>34635447
>1
This seems like it's a bad idea, let's do it.

>>34635447
Ignorantfag here; how sensitive to Warp shenanigans are Slaaneshi Daemon Princes usually?
If not very, then
> [2] "Attend" in a bulkhead

>>34635447
>[1] Attend the meeting as an aide

>>34635447
> [2] “Attend” the meeting by waiting in the nearby bulkhead (WP - Power use)

>>34635447
> [1] Attend the meeting as an aide

>>34635533

Every daemon prince (except those of Khorne) usually has psychic abilities. Usually only those psykers/daemons aligned to Tzeentch can go incorporeal in realspace. Depending on which canon you believe, anyways

>>34635447
> [2] “Attend” the meeting by waiting in the nearby bulkhead (WP - Power use)

I believe the aides route barely wins. Writing...

>>34635604
Alright. I wasn't concerned about being followed so much as being noticed and putting it on guard, but I guess it's a moot point now. Aide time, and no disguise necessary way back now...

>>34634692
Helldrool sounds like the ugliest dude ever. I want to draw him so bad

>>34635880

He's probably infected with his own variation of the oblitirator Virus... he was Biologis after all...

>>34635939
so thats where the tits came from

>>34635447

The ascended Dark Apostle materializes right on time into his chair in the stateroom. Helldrool and yourself sit across from the former Chaos Space Marine, awaiting for Lustlure to speak first.

“Helldrool, you festering pile of waste,” the Apostle snarls.

++Lustlure, you depraved pile of flesh++ fires back Helldrool.

The two stare daggers at one another, then burst into laughter. Had you not been there when Helldrool strong-armed Lustlure into helping him, you might have mistaken the two as friends.

Lustlure stops laughing first rather abruptly. “To business. My Word Bearers wish to have first right of…”

He launches into a long-winded tirade about the need to properly defile everything the Imperium considers to be Holy. How this will demotivate the opposing forces and make them more easy to turn to chaos. It’s actually a rather sound bit of logic. The problem comes with the fact he wants his forces to have greater command power than they already have.

When he finally shuts up, Helldrool nods. ++I can see the wisdom in parts of what you’ve said. But I cannot allow your Marines to be in command as you wish. Gathering everyone together like this is already a web of politics. Changing the structure of leadership now will invite confusion and distrust.++

Lustlure slams a fist onto the table, denting it. “Then you should know that refusing my demand is just as dangerous.”

Helldrool stands. ++Is that a threat, Lustlure?++

“It’s a promise.”

Daggers again. It might be now or never.

> [1] ARISE CHICKEN! Er… BACK TO THE WARP WITH YOU! (WP)
> [2] Throw yourself in front of Helldrool
> [3] Let them kill each other
> [4] Write in

>>34635988

I like to think that a 'Phenomena' caused her to have an eternally small body, and the breasts are the result of some kind of spell/ritial/'gift' to have a more 'adult' body.

Turns out that was Lustlure's revenge...

>>34636111
>> [1] ARISE CHICKEN! Er… BACK TO THE WARP WITH YOU! (WP)

>>34636111
>> [1] ARISE CHICKEN! Er… BACK TO THE WARP WITH YOU! (WP)

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>34636111
>[1] ARISE CHICKEN! Er… BACK TO THE WARP WITH YOU! (WP)

If that is his name, no wonder he has a need to be on top...

>>34636111
> [1] ARISE CHICKEN! Er… BACK TO THE WARP WITH YOU! (WP)

>>34636111
>[1] ARISE CHICKEN! Er… BACK TO THE WARP WITH YOU! (WP)
Hope for the best, everyone!

>>34636111
Does anyone feel like we are accidently doing a self fulfilling prophecy here or is it just me?

IN any case Interneve and say "If i maybe so bold my lords why not have select sections of the attack you are leading become your full endeavor? That way you may do as you wish?

>>34636111
>[1] ARISE BURD! Er… BACK TO THE WARP WITH YOU! (WP)

>>34636111
>> [2] Throw yourself in front of Helldrool
Self fore filling prophecies are a bitch.

>>34636111
> [1] ARISE CHICKEN! Er… BACK TO THE WARP WITH YOU! (WP)
>>34636208
Of course we are being set up

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Roll.

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>34636272
DDIIIIIICCCEE

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>34636272
NO

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>34636272

>>34636283
>Rolled 69 (1d100)
DAMNIT SLAANESH

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>34636272
give it a go

>>34636293
TIME FOR WARP SHENANIGANS!

>>34636293
OH SHI-

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>34636293
Just as planned.

>>34636293
And I saved the day, or just made it less painful.

>>34636293
IT IS A GOOD PAIN

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>34636272
Still time for a 1?

>>34636366
Ruh roh raggy. That was close

>>34636366
Please stop rolling.

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>>34636293
best burd is going to die noooo

>>34636403
>implying continued rolls would just get gradually higher until it hits 100

>>34636417
It's just phenomena, nothing major.

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>34636419
Really?

>>34636451
knowing our luck shes DEEEEEEEEEAD!

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>>34636111

Feeling that now is the time, you stand and throw out your right arm.

“Deeuffanir'eaokse! I name and bind thee! In the using your Name I command thee! Return to the depths of Hell from whence you come!”

Silence falls after you finish shouting. You start to feel extremely foolish as both daemon princes look at you like you’re an idiot. Then a tear in the materium opens up right next to Lustlure.

“HAHA! TIME FOR AN INQUISITION!” a voice shouts. Then a blur of red barrels out of the Warp and tackles Lustlure.

Helldrool looks over at you as his counterpart is literally being clawed to death. ++What did you do?++

“I…” Your voice shakes in fear from being in the same room as a Khornate daemon. “I thought I had found his name so I tried to…”

“STOP SQUIRMING! I NEED YOUR SKULL INTACT!”

++You used that book again didn’t you.++

“It was either that or…”

Both of you go silent as the crimson monster stands, Lustlure’s head in hand. It, she, turns to the tear in the fabric of reality and gives a thumbs up. “Great work Ignitrix! That was the perfect daemon to beat into a weapon!”

“Wha…” You shift just enough to look through the tear, only to see yourself. A twisted, daemonic version of yourself, but yourself indeed. It, she, YOU waves as the Khornate steps through the tear and seals it behind them.

Silence falls over the room. Just as Helldrool opens his mouth to speak, the entire ship rocks and a klaxxon of alarms begin sounding.

> [1] Fuck the alarms. What. The. Fuck. Was. That.
> [2] You’ll deal with your brain full of fuck later. Alarms first.
> [3] Fuck everything. You’re going back to bed.
> [4] Write in

That roll meant nothing by the way. But that 33 was a nice touch Dice Gods

>>34636634
wha....huh the fuck just..WHAT!?

>>34636634
>[2] You’ll deal with your brain full of fuck later. Alarms first.

>>34636634
> [3] Fuck everything. You’re going back to bed.
Nope.

>>34636634
>[1] Fuck the alarms. What. The. Fuck. Was. That.

>>34636634
> [3] Fuck everything. You’re going back to bed.

>>34636634

> [3] Fuck everything. You’re going back to bed.
Whoa tripping

>>34636634
> [1] Fuck the alarms. What. The. Fuck. Was. That.

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>>34636634
>> [1] Fuck the alarms. What. The. Fuck. Was. That.

Fucking Warp phenomena.

>>34636634
>[3] Fuck everything. You’re going back to bed.

>>34636634
4 ...just as planned

>>34636634
>"I meant to do that! All in the plan! HAHAHA ahah...ha?"

>>34636634
> [2] You’ll deal with your brain full of fuck later. Alarms first.

>>34636634
> ... Keikaku Dohri! Yeah! I meant that to happen!

>>34636634
Changing >>34636680
to
>>34636764
All according to plan!
I like that.

>>34636634
1. That was awesome.
2. This quest is now my head-Canon for how the Book of True Names went from a GK artifact one edition to a Daemons one the next.

>>34636634
> [4] "Merely another display of the Great and Powerful Trixie's skill and prowess."

I think Bed and Keikau Dohri are tied at the moment. So... combine?

>>34636855
Hold onto your butt, this shit ain't over yet

>>34636634
My sides are in god damn orbit right now, you magnificent bastard.

>>34636872
I'll break the tie, as I haven't voted yet. Keikaku Dohri.

>>34636872
Bed

>>34636894
its both!

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>>34636894
>>34636906

...Okay it's both then. Writing...

>>34636894
>>34636906
>>34636915
>>34636932
just as planned

>>34636969
yep

>>34636634

As Helldrool begins to shout in Binary Cant over the vox, you fall back into your chair. Your eye twitches and you begin to laugh. “Ha… hahaha… Just as planned!”

++...And send someone, preferably a psyker up here. I think Ignitrix has finally lost it.++

“Ha… No I’m fine. All according to plan… Haha…”

The ship rocks again, prompting Helldrool to curse. ++Go back to your quarters and prepare for ship-to-ship combat if you’re able. It seems Lustlure was secretly broadcasting this meeting.++

You stand shakily. “S-Sure… no problem…”

He stares at you worried for a single second then bolts from the stateroom. You’re left to wander back to your room on your own past servitors and cultists scurrying to and fro. Once there, you calmly lock the door behind you. You move the mattress back to its original spot in the bedframe and lie down clutching Skippy.

That’s when you realize his faux collar is now sporting a Mark of Tzeentch.

Bolting upright, you glance around at your room. Every surface has the mark inscribed upon it. But that’s not the worst part. The “Tome of True Names” is now sheer blue and sporting the mark across the cover. And it’s whispering.

Either you’ve gone insane or your powers are leaking through due to the stress. Or both. Probably both.

> [1] Attempt to calm down
> [2] Tzeentch is obviously calling, why not answer the… book?
> [3] Write in

>>34637188
>[2] Tzeentch is obviously calling, why not answer the… book?

>>34637188
> [2] Tzeentch is obviously calling, why not answer the… book?

>>34637188
> [2] Tzeentch is obviously calling, why not answer the… book?

Best Idea Ever.

>>34637188
>[2] Tzeentch is obviously calling, why not answer the… book?

YES!

>>34637188
>[2] Tzeentch is obviously calling, why not answer the… book?

>>34637188
>[2] Tzeentch is obviously calling, why not answer the… book?
And then it flies up and starts flapping the its covers like a mouth.

>>34637188
[2] Tzeentch is obviously calling, why not answer the… book?

>>34637188
>> [2] Tzeentch is obviously calling, why not answer the… book?

>>34637188
>tell me your secrets book.....please?

He's calling collect you know. Make sure you can accept the charges.

Writing...

>>34637188
> [3] We are obviously having a hallucination due to sleep deprivation, so go get a Red Grox from our stash.

>>34637290
THAT SON OF A BITCH!!!

>>34637290
does the book take thrones?

>>34637328
Thrones, Souls, Sonic Screwdrivers....

>>34637188

You set Skippy aside and reach out a wavering hand towards the tome. Before you can make contact, the book flings itself open to a page containing nothing but a moving image of the dark sun from your vision. In fact, it’s so life like in its motions that you could swear it was a portal to the heavens outside. Which means…

“Which means you’ve done exactly as you were meant to, yes.”

If you weren’t terrified out of your mind at this point, you might be proud of how high you just jumped. Skippy, your stuffed animal, just “talked.”

Peeking up over the lip of your bed at him, you ask, “W-Who are you?”

He shifts into a sitting pose, despite the fact that that’s impossible. “I’m your stuffed animal, Skippy.” The voice come from somewhere in the center of his mass without any visible sign of movement. That means it’s telepathic. Or you’re truly insane. Or both. Probably both.

“No you’re a daemon. Or an illusion. You have to be. This is all just…”

“Actually for once, I’m just a stuffed animal. But you can believe what you like.”

Just then, Helldrool chimes in over the vox. ++Ignitrix! That sun you mentioned just appeared out of nowhere! Why didn’t you tell me you saw the Tyrant Star itself?!++

> [1] Oh… right… that’s a thing…Sorry boss.
> [2] The vox you have dialed is currently losing her mind. Please hang up and try again later.
> [3] Don’t even reply. Continue talking with your “dog.”
> [4] Write in

>>34637462

> [1] Oh… right… that’s a thing…Sorry boss.

>>34637462
>Don’t even reply. Continue talking with your “dog.”

>>34637462
> [1] Oh… right… that’s a thing…Sorry boss.
we did say terrifying dark sun of darkness didn't we?

>>34637462
>[2]

>>34637462
>[2] The vox you have dialed is currently losing her mind. Please hang up and try again later.

>>34637462
> [2] The vox you have dialed is currently losing her mind. Please hang up and try again later.

>>34637462

>Don’t even reply. Continue talking with your “dog.”

>>34637462
>[2] The vox you have dialed is currently losing her mind. Please hang up and try again later.

>>34637462
>[2] The vox you have dialed is currently losing her mind. Please hang up and try again later.

>>34637462
> [2] The vox you have dialed is currently losing her mind. Please hang up and try again later. If it helps, boss, it was an accident.

>>34637462
> [4] "WhenIwasabouttogotobedmybookofdaemonnamesstartedglowingblueandeverythinginmyroomhadthesymbolofTzeentchonitsoImadeasiftoopenuptheglowingbookandthenmystuffedanimalSkippystartedtalkingandissentientnow!"

>>34637462
>> [2] The vox you have dialed is currently losing her mind. Please hang up and try again later.

Poor Helldrool. He's gunna be worried sick.

Writing...

>>34637462

Trying and failing to keep your voice steady, you answer the vox. “I… I did all of this Helldrool. I saw precisely what I needed to in order to cause it all to happen. And now my stuffed animal is talking to me.”

++WHA…++

The line goes dark as Skippy scratches his ear. “Boring conversation anyways. Now if you feel like getting ahold of yourself…”

“MY STUFFED DOG IS TALKING. AND I JUST SAW MYSELF BUT…”

“Shush.” And you do. “Take two seconds to realize that this is all part of Tzeentch’s plan for you and that I’m just a reflection of your subconscious brought on by the stress.”

“That’s just what a daemon would say!”

“A daemon would have just eaten you by now. You’re blazing so brightly in the Warp that Tzeentch himself is probably having to fend off the moths. Get a hold of yourself so we can deal with this problem.”

> [1] Okay, Subconscious-in-a-Stuffed-Dog. What do you suggest?
> [2] Close the book.
> [3] Wait for help to arrive.
> [4] Write in

>>34637826
>[1] Okay, Subconscious-in-a-Stuffed-Dog. What do you suggest?

WHAT DO WE DO!?!?!

>>34637826
> [1] Okay, Subconscious-in-a-Stuffed-Dog. What do you suggest?

>>34637826
> [1] Okay, Subconscious-in-a-Stuffed-Dog. What do you suggest?

>>34637826
> [1] Okay, Subconscious-in-a-Stuffed-Dog. What do you suggest?

>>34637826
>[1] Okay, Subconscious-in-a-Stuffed-Dog. What do you suggest?
If we can't trust Skippy, who could we trust ?!

>>34637826
>> [1] Okay, Subconscious-in-a-Stuffed-Dog. What do you suggest?

>>34637826
>[1] Okay, Subconscious-in-a-Stuffed-Dog. What do you suggest?
What is the Tyrant Star? Lexicanum has no article or mention on it.

Medrengard's sun?

>>34637882
someone needs to draw skippy

>>34637826
> [2, 4, 3] Close the book, go to sleep, wait for help

captcha: verypSin Gothic

>>34637906
http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Tyrant_Star

>>34637826

You close your eyes and force yourself to take several deep breaths. Maybe if you could calm down all of this would just go away on its own. In and out. Slow and steady. Peace and tranquility. Nothing to worry about. At all.

It only works somewhat, but at least now your heart’s not threatening to burst from your chest. Even better: some of the marks on the wall are fading away.

“Good. Now let’s go over the facts,” says Skippy. “One: You just saw yourself. That means you live through whatever happens next.”

“Does it though?”

He growls and you shut up. “Two: Said version of yourself was a daemon of sorts. That means Tzeentch has his eye on you if it wasn’t obvious already.”

“I suppose…”

“Three: It’s likely that the book wasn’t an actual book of true names at all. He probably just made you think it was so you’d use it at the correct time.”

“That would be how he operates…” Damn your subconscious for making sense.

“Four: The Tyrant Star is likely mere coincidence. That or it’s a cover up for a massive infusion of Warp Energy that’s about to happen.”

By now, you’ve recollected yourself. Mostly. “An infusion? For what…” And then it dawns on you. “B-But I’m not worthy of such…!”

“Of course you are. But knowing Him he probably has a final test for you to be sure. Otherwise it would have happened already.” He motions at the book with his paw. “Have you tried saying your name aloud?”

> [1] You hadn’t but it’s a good idea.
> [2] You’ll try that later. Right now you should try to go help Helldrool deal with the fleet turning in on itself.
> [3] Write in

>>34638140

> This preternatural harbinger is represented by an unholy rune, best described as a clawed bird’s foot.

CRRREEEEEEDDDDDD!!!!!!

I mean... TZZZEEEENNNTTTTCCHHHH!!!!

>>34638156
>> [1] You hadn’t but it’s a good idea.

>>34638156
>> [2] You’ll try that later. Right now you should try to go help Helldrool deal with the fleet turning in on itself.

>>34638156
>[1] You hadn’t but it’s a good idea.

>>34638156
> [1] You hadn’t but it’s a good idea.
then
>Right now you should try to go help Helldrool deal with the fleet turning in on itself.

>>34638156
> [2] You’ll try that later. Right now you should try to go help Helldrool deal with the fleet turning in on itself.

...NotELH, if we fuck up too badly will we be retroactively removed from Cinder's retinue?

I believe [1] squeaked by. Writing...

>>34638309

You'd pretty much have to roll five 100's in a row to do that.

So no.

>>34638373
Juuuust checking. Never know how big T is gonna roll.

>>34638156

Taking up Skippy in your arms for comfort, you turn to face the book. The Tyrant Star “looks” back at you, same as it was a few minutes ago. Though, if your subconscious and your hunch was right, the image would vanish to reveal your true name. Or something positive would happen. So you hoped anyways.

You close your eyes and steel yourself for the worst. “Ignitrix,” you whisper.

Suddenly you can no longer hear the subtle rumbling of the deckplates that came with being on a starship. The air tastes bitter, cold. A light presses against your eyelids. In all, you gather that you’ve moved… somewhere.

Opening your eyes, you see before you an endless, crystalline maze. It seems to go on forever but also nowhere at all. Parts of it seem to loop back on itself and yet lead to different places. Maddening images of what was, what is, and what could be flicker throughout the crystal in the corner of your eyes. All of it combined makes you realize where you are: the Realm of the Great Schemer himself.

“Well this is different,” remarks Skippy as he hops out of your arms and begins sniffing around. “I expected more.”

You’ve been through enough crazy things today that you don’t even let the transition bother you. “Thanks me. Or do I call you Skippy?”

“Whichever.”

“Uh huh…”

“There’s something this way, come on…” He bounds off towards the left. Before he gets too far you sprint after him.

Soon the two of you are in front of a gateway of sorts. A disembodied mouth hovers above it, speaking the moment you get close.

“What is the meaning of your existence here?” it asks.

> [1] Reflect on what you know of Tzeentch’s realm. Maybe you’ll come up with an answer. (Int)
> [2] Answer “Whatever Tzeentch has planned.”
> [3] Answer “To seek knowledge and answers”
> [4] Answer “To seek power”
> [5] Write in

>>34638688
> [2] Answer “Whatever Tzeentch has planned.”

>>34638688
>[1] Reflect on what you know of Tzeentch’s realm. Maybe you’ll come up with an answer. (Int)

We have a brain. Let's us it for smart making.

>>34638688
> [1] Reflect on what you know of Tzeentch’s realm. Maybe you’ll come up with an answer. (Int)
maybe the dice will show mercy

>>34638688
>[1] Reflect on what you know of Tzeentch’s realm. Maybe you’ll come up with an answer. (Int)

>>34638688
>> [1] Reflect on what you know of Tzeentch’s realm. Maybe you’ll come up with an answer. (Int)

>>34638688
>> [3] Answer “To seek knowledge and answers”

>>34638688
>> [2] Answer “Whatever Tzeentch has planned.”

>>34638688
> [1] Reflect on what you know of Tzeentch’s realm. Maybe you’ll come up with an answer. (Int)

>>34638688
>> [5] Write in
"To seek everything, that which in itself means seeking nothing."

>>34638688
>> [1] Reflect on what you know of Tzeentch’s realm. Maybe you’ll come up with an answer. (Int)

Maybe Ignitrix read a book, unlike Cinder.

Roll

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>34638855

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>34638855
roll

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>34638855

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>34638855

>>34638886
>>34638888
>>34638890
haha no

>>34638886
>>34638888
>>34638890
Ignitrix confirmed for illiterate

I don't think the learnings took.

>>34638886
>>34638888
>>34638890

You vaguely recall something about a Guardian of the Maze and the need to answer the questions posed by it properly. Else you'll be doomed to spend eternity in the Maze. Nothing about the questions itself.

So something, but not a helpful something.

> [1] Answer “Whatever Tzeentch has planned.”
> [2] Answer “To seek knowledge and answers”
> [3] Answer “To seek power”
> [4] Let Skippy answer
> [5] Write in

>>34638688
To exist, in one form or another, and in all forms. This form is here now, because it is nowhere else. It will enter, and something else will walk out.

I am here to become.

>>34638969
>> [2] Answer “To seek knowledge and answers”

>>34638969
I like this: >>34638807

>>34638969
> [5] Write in
To weave fate as I deem fit.

Architect of Fate, and all.

>>34638969
>> [5] Answer “To seek knowledge, from knowledge comes questions, from questions come answers, from answers come goals, from goals come plans, and from plans come knowledge.”

>>34638969

>>34638807
>>34639025
those seem pretty good

>>34638969

Combine this >>34638807 and >>34638981 and >>34639025.

Now it sounds like a Shakespearean philosophy couplet that may as well be an incantation of some sort.

>>34638969
> [4] Let Skippy answer

Why do I get the feeling that whatever we answer, its the wrong answer, just because Tzzeentch lololol

>>34639196
Or whatever we answer is the right answer.

>>34639196
I think all the answers are "wrong", but that's a given in Tzeench's realm. Its what we intend to do that matters.

>>34639236
Or maybe-- JUST MAYBE-- the right answer is "NO ANSWER".

>>34639275
Or, the right answer could be "The right answer."

>>34639331
the access code is "Access code"?

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Ignitrix was that girl.

>>34639367
Huzzah! We're canon!

>>34639367
Normally I don't into meta, but
>Tzeentch
It's time to cheat.

>>34638688
>>34638969

A myriad of possible answers run through your mind. Many seem to obvious. Others blatantly wrong. You do circle around the notion of “nothing” several times though. All the while you stand staring at the ground before the gate with Skippy. It’s hard to say how much time actually passes while you think. It could very likely be eons or no time at all. Such is how the Warp works. In the end, you look up only to find the mouth is smiling.

“Whatever you said, it liked it,” barks Skippy. “I didn’t quite catch it though.”

So without meaning to answer, you answered under your breath. Or perhaps not at all. It’s entirely possible the “actual” answer was not to answer. The more you reflect on it, the more you realize such is the nature of Riddles of Tzaratxoth and of the Guardian itself. It’s not about the answer itself, but how you answer. Looking down at Skippy, it dawns on you that you have a distinct advantage in this. Normally, one would be weighed down by intuition and their subconscious desires. Yet yours are running around wagging their tail.

Tentatively, you step through the gateway. The world seems to spin for a moment before you’re placed in front of another gateway with another mouth. Or perhaps the same mouth?

(Roll Int x 2, aka 2d100)

>>34639367

I was waiting for someone to figure it out

Rolled 59, 18 = 77 (2d100)

>>34639416

Rolled 12, 43 = 55 (2d100)

>>34639416
rawlin

Rolled 35, 86 = 121 (2d100)

>>34639416

Rolled 90, 43 = 133 (2d100)

>>34639416

Rolled 91, 51 = 142 (2d100)

>>34639416

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>>34639367

Rolled 45, 33 = 78 (2d100)

>>34639416

>>34639435
>>34639441
>>34639444

Hey cool, a 12 and an 18. Good Job using that brain Ignitrix. Writing...

>>34639367
NotELH, you son of a bitch. How long have you been planning this? I'm impressed.

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>>34639416
>I was waiting for someone to figure it out

YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARD.

>>34639528
I READ YOUR DATASLATE.

>>34639416

Eight more gateways, eight more delightfully insane riddles. Each one you answer correctly, or at least in a manner that doesn’t see the Guardian of the Maze swallow you whole. After the ninth and final arch, you find yourself before an ancient. Terran home, complete with a lawn and white picket fence. Seeing nowhere else to go except backwards or into the void of nothingness, you walk up to the door and ring the doorbell.

“Enter,” a voice calls. It has power behind imagining behind it, yet none of it directed towards you.

You turn to look at Skippy, only to find he’s chasing in tail in the yard. “You coming?”

“Nah, you go on ahead. You don’t need me anymore anyways. But you know where to find me if you want to chat again.”

You shrug and open the door. Inside is a room containing rows of books, several couches, a TV, a wooden desk, and a large, arched-back chair that’s currently facing away from you at the TV. It’s all lit by unseen light sources, but only enough to give the room a warm, cozy sort of feeling.

“Ignitrix, or should I say Ablanccthloeq'ffyccoaooppon'neuoeulio. I’ve been waiting for you. Come, sit.” A taloned hand appears from the side of the chair, motioning at the couches. “I’m sure you have questions. And for once in my existence, I shall tell the truth. After all, you bested my Guardian. The only one ever to do so now and forever.”

When you heard your true name, a shiver ran up your spine. “I…” you try to answer, only to find yourself suddening drinking Earl Gray tea from a cup.

“Think carefully. Your time here is short as I must return to my great game. Be succinct and to the point.”

> Each of theses leads to a different outcome so you may not combine them.
> [1] Why?
> [2] What now?
> [3] What am I to be?
> [4] How can I serve you best?
> [5] Write in

>>34639755
>[2] What now?

>>34639755
>5
"Thank you, but the truth is mine to find, not to be told."

>>34639755
> [1] Why?
Always the best question

>>34639755
> [1] Why?

>>34639778
Second.

>>34639755

> [5] Write in

What place to I have in the plan currently?

All other questions are either irrelivant or submissive, neither does Tzeench need.

>>34639778
Supportan

>>34639778
Supporting.

>>34639755
Write in:
*jab thumb over our shoulder* "So what's with my talking stuffed animal?"

>>34639755
Ask if you can get some cream for the tea.

>>34639755
>> [2] What now?

>>34639755
>How do you make the galaxies best hot coco

>>34639778

At first I thought this was a bad idea, but then I remembered that this is Tzeentch. EVERYTHING is a test, even this.

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>>34639778

I think this write-in has won out. Writing...

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>>34639924
Are pic related ever going to make an appearance?

>>34639858
Barbarian.

>>34640095
CREAM FOR THE CREAM GOD.

Lewd.

>>34639858
> Hitting on Tzeentch.
Ignitrix pls.

>>34632184
Angron seems to be pretty tight with the Bloodthirsters...

>>34639755

As with the Guardian, you consider a multitude of possible questions. Finally you settle on something that’s not a question at all.

"Thank you, but the truth is mine to find, not to be told,” you say, setting the teacup down onto its saucer.

A singsong, almost-bird like chuckle meets your response. “Right again. Which is why I’ve decided to elevate you. Not to a Daemon Prince, for you are something better than mortals. I believe your consciousness capable of undergoing a grand transformation. To something new entirely.”

The TV changes from a senseless jumble of static to an image of you on the floor of your bedroom in realspace. Your eyes are blank and you’re still clutching Skippy. The book is nowhere to be found. With another wave of His hand, you watch as your form is enveloped in a literal bird’s egg, one of impossible size.

“Just know that while you have the most free reign of all my daemons, you still answer to me. Do not let me catch you undoing that which I have laid forth.”

“Are you saying I have permission to cheat?”

The chair spins, revealing the daemon-you from earlier. “I’m saying you have a lot of catching up to do.”

You stare at yourself for a moment. You’re fully aware that Tzeentch has taken this, YOUR form as a direct message. One you’re pretty sure the meaning of.

“As you wish,” you reply with a bow.

The chair spins back and the TV returns to its static. “Have fun with your little ships…”

Then the world goes dark. And yet at the same time you can feel the raw power of Tzeentch flowing through you. You can both see and tug at the strands of fate as you so wish, understanding every implication that comes with it. Every bit of knowledge ever to exist, both then, now, and in the future, sits at your finger tips. It’s just a matter of knowing what question to ask.

That’s when your eggshell cracks.

(cont)

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>>34640227

You emerge, fully formed as a transformed Lord… no, Lady of Change. It feels odd to once again breathe the air of the Materium, but that’s the least of your concerns.

++Trix, are you up?++

Tzeentch, you magnificent bastard.

> [1] HAH HA! Look Helldrool! I’m just like you!
> [2] Shift your form to that which it once was and play it cool
> [3] Write in

>>34640244
> [2] Shift your form to that which it once was and play it cool

All of the subtles.

>>34640244
> [2] Shift your form to that which it once was and play it cool

>>34640244
> Keep your current form and play it completely casual.

>>34640244
> [2] Shift your form to that which it once was and play it cool
we oppai now?

>>34640244
>[2] Shift your form to that which it once was and play it cool

We good. Just a little sezure. Normal Chaos stuff.

Turns out the "Ignitrix" that's now with Cinder was never Ignitrix in the first place.

>>34640346
Naw that's only if we REALLY fuck up.

>>34640346
No, it's the same one.

Thing is, Cinder represents the ultimate truth.

Nothing fucking matters, do what you want, and blood jacuzzi's with rubber ducks are the best.

And of course...

HAHA, IT'S TIME FOR AN INQUISITION!

>>34640346
wut

>>34640346

According to when we first got her, Cinder kinda fucks up all plans just by being there, so it's probably still the same one.

>>34640244
>> [1] HAH HA! Look Helldrool! I’m just like you!

You don’t quite feel like revealing your change to Helldrool. Plus, there must be some form of psychic dampening around your room or your soul for him to have not noticed already. Another gift from the man upstairs, you guess.

Deciding to test and see if this truly is a shift in time, you hold in your mind the image of that which you used to be. One second you’re a Lady of Change, the next you’re disguised as you. White hair, the robes, everything. Even your energy is hidden from all but the most careful scrutinies.

You give yourself a quick glance in the mirror, mostly to make sure you’re not holding Skippy. Hell of a self-image you have there, Ignitrix. You went so far as to even get your hair in a mess. And wait, are those bigger? Well then.

You answer the door. Helldrool’s there just as he was earlier.

++You look a mess. Have you not been eating again? Troubles with your powers?++

That’s the same so you should say...

“No, you just woke me up thirty minutes before my alarm. You’re ex-biologis. You should know how bad it is to interrupt sleep cycles,” you respond, frowning as you did before.

++I needed to discuss some things prior to Lustlure’s arrival,++ he replies innocently.

Definitely the same.

You complete the dance. “And you couldn’t just… I don’t know… use the vox?”

++Too important.++

“Fine. Give me a minute to freshen up…”

You shut the door and have a mini cheer. He has no idea whatsoever.

> [1] Continue to play it cool until he mentions the unease. Then put for a grand prophecy about Lustlure’s betrayal
> [2] Play it cool until the meeting, then open a can of whoop-ass on Lustlure
> [3] Write in

>>34640454

>[1]

So you can see your Khornette waifu again, you little birdslut.

>>34640454
2

>>34640454
>[1] Continue to play it cool until he mentions the unease. Then put for a grand prophecy about Lustlure’s betrayal

Fuck causality

>>34640454
>> [1] Continue to play it cool until he mentions the unease. Then put for a grand prophecy about Lustlure’s betrayal
Subtlety is our bread and butter, of course.

>>34640454
> [1] Continue to play it cool until he mentions the unease. Then put for a grand prophecy about Lustlure’s betrayal

>>34640468
But if those warp shenanigans popped up before Ignitrix was a daemon, wouldn't that mean we won't see her a second time? Fixed point in timelines and shit. Or does Cinder get two daemon weapons?

Man, fuck time travel.

>>34640454
>> [1] Continue to play it cool until he mentions the unease. Then put for a grand prophecy about Lustlure’s betrayal

>>34640468
>>34640520

I can just see Ignitrix's bonus power.

>Booty Call: Summon Cinder from another Timeline to fuck shit up in ways not even Tzeentch himself can fix.

>>34640454

This time when Helldrool mentions the need for you to check out the “grand conspiracy,” you only feign diving into the Warp. You know what happens next anyways.

Selling it the best way you can think to do, you drop to one knee and clutch your head. “It’s… Lustlure. He plans to… to betray you this very day. Two meltas, right in the back. All over the command structure.”

This advances the “timeline” from what it had been just a little.

++We cannot just destroy Lustlure without provocation or proof. It would invite chaos among Chaos and destroy the Crusade before it even begins. I had expected splinter groups to form, but not this soon…++

> [1] All he needs to do is check for hidden broadcasts. That will be all the proof he needs.
> [2] Let events continue to play out. You’ve got now thirty free minutes, might as well get some recaf.
> [3] Write in

>>34640597
> [1] All he needs to do is check for hidden broadcasts. That will be all the proof he needs.

>>34640597
> [1] All he needs to do is check for hidden broadcasts. That will be all the proof he needs.

>>34640597
> [1] All he needs to do is check for hidden broadcasts. That will be all the proof he needs.

>>34640597
> [1] All he needs to do is check for hidden broadcasts. That will be all the proof he needs.

>>34636634
It now occurs to me that Cinder just killed a Demonprince...

>>34640744
I wonder how far in the future that was

>>34640744

It now occurs to ME that Ignitrix knows our true name.