>>39011851
>>Light a candle and calm your mind

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You swing your legs off of the concrete slab, folding your thin blanket and setting it at the foot of your bed. Your mind is heavy and weary, and the sight of yourself, chest and mouth covered in crimson, red eyes glowing with a devilish light, haunts you. Your eyes fall on the small statuettes, dim and shadowed in the pale light, the ebony of the wood almost glowing.

Rising from the bed, you unfold your lean seven foot frame and take the few steps needed to cross to them and kneel before them. Close beside is a small and neat pile of slender candles and the matches with which to light them. You allow your eyes to linger on them for a moment and then reach for one, setting it gently before the statuettes, among its burnt-out fellows, and strike a match, the orange glow startling in the dimness -- your mind flashes back to the fire which burns on the table in your dreams. You shake the remembrance off and hold the flame to the candle, watching the wick flare and burst into life.

>Pray to the father for guidance and relief
>Think on your dreams

>Think on your dreams

>>39012168
>>Think on your dreams

>>39012168
>Think on your dreams

>>39012168
>Prey to the father for guidance and relief

>Think on your dreams

A thin trail of smoke begins to rise from the ivory candle, and your eyes linger on it before running over the features of your father and his winged son; in the flickering light, they seem almost alive.
Steeling yourself, you turn your mind to the dreams which have haunted you for so many nights. The features are always the same: a fire on a table which does not scorch; soft breath on your skin, warm and comforting; and then a daemon, drinking blood like wine.

You have not spoken to anyone about these dreams; you are not weary, but you have begun to feel stretched and thin, distracted by the thoughts which plague you -- and the fears of their truth. You fear what others would say if you revealed your dreams to them.

Why have these dreams come to you? Why do they still come in the nights when all around you is still and dark? Is it a test of faith? A warning? Or are they simply dreams? Whose breath do you feel on your neck, warm like a lover’s?

You cannot say for certain.

>Try to clear your mind by strength of will
>Pray to the father for guidance and relief
>Let your thoughts linger on the demon who visits you
>Remember the breath on your skin
>Feel the warmth of the fire burning on its table

>>39012501
>>Pray to the father for guidance and relief

>>39012501
>Feel the warmth of the fire burning on its table

>>39012501
>Pray to the father for guidance and relief

>>39012501
>>Pray to the father for guidance and relief

We need to humble ourselves.

>>39012501
>Try to clear your mind by strength of will.

“Emperor, who knows all things, hear my prayer.”

Your voice is loud and startling in the stillness of your room, and for a moment you fall silent.

“It is dark, and I am alone. My brothers have no aid to offer; they cannot fight the enemy of my own mind. If this is a message, or a warning, I cannot see its meaning. I would be of Iron Will, you said, at my forging, but my will I fear is not of Iron. Give me surcease, I beg, for these dreams harrow my waking thoughts, and I suffer for it.”

You fall silent once more, eyes on the bright orange flame flickering so bravely in the dim light.

“I know there lies a curse in my blood -- a curse of blood. I fear it, father -- I fear its power, its ability to change me from who I am to something I cannot be. For these other signs and portents father -- their meaning I cannot discern. Help me, father, I beg. Send me your aid for I am lost.”

The silence which follows the end of your prayer shocks you, but you stay still, eyes still watching the candle.

>Let your thoughts linger on the demon who visits you
>Remember the breath on your skin
>Feel the warmth of the fire burning on its table
>Snuff out the candle and prepare for the morning meal

>>39012739
>>Snuff out the candle and prepare for the morning meal

>>39012739
>Snuff out the candle and prepare for the morning meal

>>39012739
>Snuff out the candle and prepare for the morning meal

>>39012739
>Snuff out the candle and prepare for the morning meal

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>>39012739
>Remember the breath on your skin

>>39012739
>Snuff out the candle and prepare for the morning meal

You reach out and pinch the candle’s wick, your words still ringing in your mind, the dream-images faded but still present behind them. In the hall outside you hear the sound of the fortress-monastery coming to life, and you know that it is time to put these thoughts aside as best you can.

The gold embroidery of the raw linen clothes you retrieve from your closet shines in the stronger light coming through the small window of your room. You allow your eyes to run over the intricate work before pulling on the breeches and tunic, belting it about your waist with a length of bare rope.

You feel like your hands are not your own for a moment, as if another is helping you prepare. You feel her breath on your neck once again, cool and soft, and the smell of mint.

The water in the basin by the window is cold and refreshing, and the shock of it chases the memory away. You steel yourself and turn to the door and open it, proceeding out into the small hallway, the rooms of the other veterans extending to your right and left; most have not yet risen.

>Proceed to the refectory
>Wait and walk with your comrades

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>>39012845

>>39013021
>>Wait and walk with your comrades

>>39013021
>Proceed to the refectory

>>39013021
>Wait and walk with our comrades.

We have risen early; they are not late. Thus, we can afford their companionship, as they can ours.

>>39013021
>Wait and walk with your comrades

>>39013021

>Wait and walk with your comrades

We need to see our brothers. Feel that they are near us, their blood having same curse as ours. We need companionship.

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The wall is comforting against your back as you lean against it, a solid presence, and reassuring. Through it you feel the great mass of the fortress-monastery: its heavy guns and armored walls; the men who call it home: the chapter-serfs and your comrades. You stand there for a while, lost in thought, thinking of men you once knew, brothers you saw fall in combat, their blood soaking the ground. For a moment you feel as if you have lived an age.

A door opens down the hall, and you see Aimon emerge from his room, looking fresh and bright, his blond hair glinting in the crystal light. He sees you and raises a hand in greeting, his own tunic embroidered like yours.

You straighten and offer him a small smile as he approaches, reaching out and clasping hands with him.

“Good morrow to you, brother,” he says, and you respond in kind before releasing his hand.

>Confess your dreams, and your fears, to your friend
>Conceal your anxiety with fraternal posturing
>Hurry to reach the refectory before the young blood

>>39013295
>Hurry to reach the refectory before the young blood

>>39013295
>Confess your dreams, and your fears, to your friend

>>39013295
>Conceal your anxiety with fraternal posturing
This is for the chaplain not our brothers.

>>39013295
>>Conceal your anxiety with fraternal posturing

>>39013295
>>Hurry to reach the refectory before the young blood

>>39013295
>>Hurry to reach the refectory before the young blood

Let's race! Young Aimon always makes air vibrant with his presence.

You force the weariness from your eyes and features and smile warmly at him, clapping him on the shoulder and putting your arm around him, pulling him toward the refectory.

“I’m glad to see you, Brother Aimon,” you say solemnly, “I had heard that the fighting was fierce during your last excursion.”

You give him a meaningful look.

“I feared that it might have been too taxing for you.”

He snorts in derision, but his eyes are laughing. “Too taxing perhaps for an old man like you, Alaric. --How long has it been since you were in a real fight?”

>Remind him that the Chapter Master is an old man
>Ruffle his hair and laugh; there is no time to waste: the young blood will eat your share
>Challenge him to a friendly contest

>>39013528

>Remind him that the Chapter Master is an old man
>Ruffle his hair and laugh; there is no time to waste: the young blood will eat your share

>>39013528
>Ruffle his hair and laugh; there is no time to waste: the young blood will eat your share

>>39013528
>Challenge him to a friendly contest

>>39013528
>>Remind him that the Chapter Master is an old man

>>39013528
>Remind him that the Chapter Master is an old man
>Ruffle his hair and laugh; there is no time to waste; the young blood will eat your share

>>39013528
>>Ruffle his hair and laugh; there is no time to waste: the young blood will eat your share

>Ruffle his hair and laugh; there is no time to waste: the young blood will eat your share

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You laugh and hug him to your side, ruffling his blond hair with your other hand, eliciting a noise of protest as you dishevel him.

“Is Master Dante an old man?” you breathe to him, laughing softly. “Is he, young blood?”

Aimon flushes slightly.

“Come on,” you laugh, “we should hurry or your fellows will eat their share and ours too!”

You release your hold on his shoulders and press on through the halls, the flow of others growing stronger as you leave the first company’s area and enter the main body of the monastery. Other astartes pass you by, greeting you quietly as they go about their own business or join you on your way to the refectory. Armsmen and chapter serfs too flow past, their livery red and gold, looking small beside the forms of your brethren.

The refectory is large: big enough to seat the entire chapter and more besides. You sit down at a table with Aimon and several other veterans of the chapter as serfs begin to serve you.

“Will you have wine with your meal, lord?” One asks.

>Refuse shortly
>Refuse politely
>Accept; you are not afraid of some dream-thing

>>39013751
>Refuse politely

>>39013751
>>Accept; you are not afraid of some dream-thing

>>39013751
>>Accept; you are not afraid of some dream-thing

>>39013751
>Refuse politely

>>39013751
>Refuse politely
But then
>Accept; you are not afraid of some dream thing

Reluctantly accept, that is to say.

>>39013751

>Refuse shortly, go pale

>>39013751
>Refuse politely

>>39013751
>Refuse politely
Avoid this shit until we speak to the chaplain.

>>39013751
We need to get to the reclusiam ASAP to get this thimg checked out. If we don't, I think we all know what comes next. That being said:

>Refuse politely

>>39013902
Loyalfag

Sanguinius is best Blood God

You shake your head slightly, the color in your cheeks and the warmth of your reunion with Aimon fading at the memory of your dreams. “No, thank you,” you murmur, “water instead, if you please.” The serf nods and fills your goblet silently as the other veterans look at you, their eyes questioning, but unobtrusive.

You accept the plate that the serf delivers with good grace and begin to eat, but the taste is ash in your mouth. You almost gag but restrain the reflex, your eyes darkening as you stare down at the plate, your knife and fork still held poised in your hands.

The other veterans receive their meals in silence, their faces subdued. Aimon watches you closely, his eyes sharp and penetrating.

>Tell Aimon that it is rude to stare
>Ignore him and force down your meal
>Leave the table; you will wait for morning prayer rather than endure this

>>39013993
>Tell Aimon that it is rude to stare

>>39013993
>>Tell Aimon that it is rude to stare

>>39013993
>Tell Aimon that it is rude to stare

>>39013993
>Tell Aimon that it is rude to stare

>>39013993
>Tell Aimon that it is rude to stare

>>39013993

>Ignore him and force down your meal

By the Emperor, why it happened so.

>>39013993
>Ignore him and force down your meal

You ignore Aimon for a moment, forcing yourself to continue eating, carving bites from your meal and slowly consuming them as the ash taste fades. Your eyes flick up at him, hard as flint as you continue to eat.

“Something wrong?” you ask quietly, “Did not your sergeant teach you that it is rude to stare, young blood?”

He flinches slightly, and the veterans sitting next to you all stop eating and turn to look at you and him. “No Alaric…” he breathes, “There is nothing wrong with me. It is you I am concerned for.”

>Tell him to leave it be
>Leave the table
>Ignore him

>>39014174
I am going to visit the Chaplain shortly.

>>39014174
>Tell him to leave it be
>Leave the table

Find a motherfucking Chaplain ASAP

>>39014174
>Tell him to leave it be

>>39014174
>Well what is of concern then brother?
Shit how pale are we.

>>39014200
Second.Deleting old vote>>39014203

>>39014174

>Tell him to leave it be

Finish meal, then go to Chaplain.

>>39014174
>Tell him to leave it be

You drop your utensils with a clatter to your plate and look at him for a long moment before standing. “Leave it be, Aimon,” you say quietly. The veteran next to you, Keenan, grabs your arm and looks up at you as you rise.

“You call him ‘young blood’ and walk away, Alaric?” he says, looking at Aimon. “Such is not the way between brothers.”

>Shrug him off, break his hold and leave without another word
>Who is he to say how you speak?

>>39014341
>Shrug him off, break his hold and leave without another word

>>39014341
>Those are terrible choices
>No
>Option 3
>"I am sorry, brother...I am feeling...unwell."

>>39014341
>Shrug him off, break his hold and leave without another word
No time for loligaggin.

>>39014341
>You are right brother, excuse me I need to see a Chaplain
choo choo

>>39014341
This >>39014373

>>39014341
>>39014373
This

>>39014341
>I am sorry, brother...I am feeling...unwell."

>>39014373
Second

>>39014341

"There's no insult in it, his blood runs full of life while mine feels like poison today. Excuse me brother, I need to leave."

You stop and look at Keenan for a long moment, his blue eyes hard and unflinching.

“You are right, brother,” you say quietly, the anger and unease you feel gradually releasing its hold on your heart. “It is a poor excuse to say that I am feeling ill at ease, but such is the case. My heart is restless.”

Aimon’s eyes linger on you as you turn to look at him. “Please forgive my shortness, brother, and my words. I meant no disrespect. I fear that I should speak with the chaplain.”

Keenan slowly releases his grip on your arm, the other veterans returning their attention to their meal. Aimon nods to you. “You may speak with me at any time, brother,” he tells you quietly, all joking and rivalry gone, “we all feel a weight on our souls at times.” He reaches out his hand to you, and you take it, smiling a little. “Go then,” he says softly, “I will see you at the firing ritual.”

You release your grip on his arm and step away from the table, a serf coming to clear your half-eaten meal as you walk away, feeling the eyes of many on you as you leave so early.

The fortress is empty and deserted as you make your way to the chapel, your mind now burdened further with doubt. What brought you to speak so to Aimon, whom you have known for so long?

The chaplain stands inside, readying himself for his sermon. Your sandals are nearly silent on the stone of the floor, but the chaplain notices your presence immediately.

“Alaric,” he murmurs, his voice deep and soft with age. “What brings you here at this early hour?”

>Tell him of your dreams
>Ask him to ease to your heart without revealing your dreams
>Ask simply to pray in the chapel

>>39014700
>Tell him of your dreams

>>39014700
>Tell him of your dreams

>>39014700
>Tell him of your dreams

>>39014700
>Tell him of your dreams
>Tell him of how we've been feeling since we woke up and how we lashed out at our brother wrongly from those feelings

>>39014700
>>Tell him of your dreams

>>39014700
>Tell him of your dreams
>Tell him of how we've been feeling since we woke up and how we lashed out at our brother wrongly from those feelings

“May I sit?” you ask quietly, and the chaplain nods his assent, watching you carefully as you fold yourself into one of the empty pews.

“Brother-Chaplain,” you murmur, “these past nights -- these past many nights, I have been plagued by dreams.”

He arches an eyebrow as he watches you.

“Dreams?” he echoes softly, and you nod in affirmation.

“Dreams which haunt my thoughts and waking hours,” you whisper, looking up at him. “I get no rest from them. And…” you hesitate, unwilling to go on.

“And?” The chaplain prompts quietly.

“And I fear it is affecting me. I lashed out at Aimon -- a man I have known for decades, whom I have fought beside. I called him a ‘young blood’ and shamed him in front of our fellows. I feel… stretched. We do not need sleep, they say, but these dreams…” You trail off.

“What comes to you, in these dreams?” he asks, eyes sharp as they move over your face.

>Tell him of the warmth of the fire
>Tell him of the breath on your skin
>Tell him of the demon which visits you
>Be vague, speak only of the fear which haunts you, of the Thirst

>>39014958
>>Tell him of the breath on your skin

>>39014958
>Tell him of the warmth of the fire
>Tell him of the breath on your skin
>Tell him of the demon which visits you

>>39014958
>Tell him of the warmth of the fire
>Tell him of the breath on your skin
>Tell him of the demon which visits you
We can trust the Chaplain.

>>39014958
>>Tell him of the warmth of the fire
>>Tell him of the breath on your skin
>>Tell him of the demon which visits you

>>39014958
>>Tell him of the breath on your skin

...and that we felt it after waking up and after our prayers to Emperor.

>>39014958
>Tell him of the warmth of the fire
>Tell him of the breath on your skin
>Tell him of the demon which visits you

You take a deep breath, hiding your eyes for a moment and letting your fingers trail along the embroidered hem of your tunic.

“Three things, brother chaplain,” you say quietly, eyes still lowered. “Three things visit me in the night: a fire burning on a table, yet the table suffers no harm; I feel the breath of someone close to me, on my neck and shoulder; and then I see myself, naked, my lips and tongue red with blood I have drunk. I feel it flow down my throat and…” Your breath catches for a moment as the memories come back to you, almost drowning you. “...And I drink it. I want it. I want more of it.”

You shake your head helplessly, the chaplain silent as he watches you.

“And you fear that this fate awaits you?” he asks quietly, after a long silence has stretched between you.

“Yes,” you say quietly, “I fear it. I fear the monster I may become.” You raise your eyes at last and look at him desolately.

He sighs and puts his hand on your shoulder, meeting your eyes. “You fear the loss of your self,” he murmurs, “the loss of your control. I will tell you Alaric, that this battle is one you must fight alone. Each day and each night, as we all must.” He smiles slightly. “Take strength in that knowledge.” He squeezes your shoulder. “Few astartes dream, it is true, and for the rest of it... I cannot say what it might mean. The breath on your skin, and the fire… these are things beyond my ken. Perhaps one of the librarians may be more useful in this matter.”

The chaplain takes a long breath and releases your shoulder. “I will warn you, brother, to not put too much stock in signs and portents. You are a son of the Emperor and your fate is yours to command. Be strong and fearless in that choice. Remember Blessed Sanguinius and his example.”

>Accept his words humbly and rise to leave
>Ask to stay and pray before chapel begins
>Seek further guidance about your dreams

>>39015448
>Ask to stay and pray before chapel begins
then we should go see a Librarian

>>39015448
>Ask to stay and pray before chapel begins

>>39015448
>Accept his words humbly and rise to leave

>>39015448
>>Accept his words humbly and rise to leave

"No one will help me. I'm alone and I'll die alone."

>>39015448
>>Ask to stay and pray before chapel begins

>>39015448
>Ask to stay and pray before chapel begins

You nod in understanding, his soft words putting your mind at rest for now. “May I stay for a moment?” You ask him, “I would like to offer a prayer before the morning chapel begins.”

He nods and smiles. “Of course.”

He gestures gently to the front of the chapel and you rise and move to kneel before the aquila, offering a quiet prayer, your thoughts calming in the quiet and stillness. When you rise, you feel at ease, the confession of your dreams and the silent prayer an ease to your burdens.

“Remember brother,” the chaplain calls quietly to you as you turn to leave, “strength and perseverance: these are the traits of a true son of the Emperor. Give of yourself, protect those in need, and serve as our father served his.”

You nod. “I will, brother-chaplain,” you say quietly, and turn to leave. The rest of the morning passes in a firing exercise with the rest of the first company. As you and the other veterans returns your gear to the armory, a true young blood approaches you, summoning you to the Chapter Master. You nod and send the neophyte on his way as you quickly stow your weapons and armor and proceed through the monastery to Master Dante’s quarters.

Inside it is like a cathedral of light: tall, high windows admit shafts of bright sunlight slanting into the high-ceilinged room. Master Dante stands looking out one of the windows, eyes distant.

“Alaric,” he says quietly, turning to face you. “Thank you for coming.”

You bow low. “Master Dante,” you say quietly.

“I have an assignment for you,” he replies, watching you mildly.

>Remain silent
>Accept it without question
>Ask to know more

>>39015898
>Remain silent

>>39015898
>Ask to know more

Time to become a chapter Master?

>>39015898
>Accept it without question

>>39015898
>Ask to know more

>>39015898
>Ask to know more
wouldyouliketoknowmore.jpg

>>39015898
>Remain silent

>>39015898
>>Remain silent

You simply don't interrupt fucking millenia old vampire.

“My lord?” you murmur quietly, your voice questioning.

The master smiles slightly and turns away from the window, his long white robes luminous in the sunlight.

“Tell me,” he murmurs quietly, “there are some who say the Astartes should stand on their own -- they should not burden themselves with attachments to other entities. What do you believe?”

>We are strong, but alone we are not enough
>Alliances hinder more than they help; they favor the weak rather than the strong
>An alliance benefits all; Sanguinius himself did not stand alone, even at the end

>>39016122
>An alliance benefits all; Sanguinius himself did not stand alone, even at the end

>>39016122
>An alliance benefits all; Sanguinius himself did not stand alone, even at the end

>>39016122
>An alliance benefits all; Sanguinius himself did not stand alone, even at the end

>>39016122
>An alliance benefits all; Sanguinius himself did not stand alone, even at the end

>>39016122
>An alliance benefits all; Sanguinius himself did not stand alone, even at the end

>>39016122
>>An alliance benefits all; Sanguinius himself did not stand alone, even at the end

“An alliance benefits all who join in it,” you say quietly, “Sanguinius himself did not stand alone, even at the end.”

He smiles that same, small smile. “That is good,” he says softly, sitting in a hard wooden chair, facing you. “I happen to agree. Some confuse alliance with servitude; they value their independence highly, and in some ways I understand. I would not place this chapter under the control of any entity of the Imperium -- but to deny ourselves the aid and succor of others is a folly.”

A long pause follows and he smiles again. “So I am glad that you are of a like mind. I assume you do not know of Eskaton.”

You shake your head silently and he smiles.

“No, I thought not. A great battle was once fought on that world -- a battle in which the Blood Angels played a crucial part. During that battle, however, we incurred a debt -- the story of which I will not now burden you with, for you will have ample opportunity to hear it later. In payment of that debt, a brother of our chapter stays upon that world and offers aid and guidance to its rulers.”

He folds his hands in his lap.

“The time has come for a new brother to be sent to that world, and I have chosen you.”

>Accept without question
>Ask why you were chosen
>Ask for the master to reconsider; you do not feel prepared to accept such a responsibility -- particularly in light of the strain you are under

>>39016404
>Ask why you were chosen

>>39016404
>Ask why you were chosen

>>39016404

>Ask why you were chosen

>>39016404
>Ask for the master to reconsider; you do not feel prepared to accept such a responsibility -- particularly in light of the strain you are under

Called It

>>39016404
>Ask why you were chosen

>>39016404
>Ask for the master to reconsider; you do not feel prepared to accept such a responsibility -- particularly in light of the strain you are under.

Not a good idea to send a potential maniac to repay a favor...

>>39016404
Ask why you were chosen

“May I ask why, lord?” you ask calmly, keeping your voice carefully neutral.

Master Dante sighs softly. “You have been in my honor guard for how many years, Alaric?” he asks, though you are certain he knows perfectly well.

“Three years, lord,” you say softly, and he nods.

“Three years,” he echoes. “We have fought together many times on Armageddon, and I have taken your measure. I know who I am dealing with.”

>Others are more skilled in combat and in war
>Who will take your place in the honor guard?
>You have no experience with rulers and nobility
>Ask for the master to reconsider; you do not feel prepared to accept such a responsibility -- particularly in light of the strain you are under

>>39016587
>Tell the master about our worries and the strain we're under, he can decide after knowing that

>>39016587
>Tell the master about our worries and the strain we're under, he can decide after knowing that

>>39016625
>>39016634
Thirded

>>39016587
>>Ask for the master to reconsider; you do not feel prepared to accept such a responsibility -- particularly in light of the strain you are under

>“You have been in my honor guard for how many years, Alaric?”

Are a veteran or Sanguinary Guard?

>>39016634
>Tell the master about our worries and the strain we're under, he can decide after knowing that

>>39016587

>Ask for the master to reconsider; you do not feel prepared to accept such a responsibility -- particularly in light of the strain you are under

" I was speaking today with Brother Chaplain about dreams that plague me, dreams in which I see myself become a monster"

>>39016625
>>39016634
>>39016652
Forthed

>>39016587
>Ask for the master to reconsider; you do not feel prepared to accept such a responsibility -- particularly in light of the strain you are under

“Lord…” you begin reluctantly, shifting uneasily as the master’s eyes sharpen. “You flatter me with your choice. Truly.”

“...But?”

“But I fear I am not suited for this task. I... am plagued by dreams…”

The master smiles. “I too have dreams, Alaric.”

You flush quietly. “Yes lord. But… in my dreams I see myself as a… a monster, a thing which drinks the blood of the living to slake its thirst.”

“And you think that you are the only child of Sanguinius to struggle with the fear of such a fate?” he asks, his voice quiet and calm.

>No, lord
>No, lord, but none dream of it as I do
>Fall silent

>>39016654
Alaric is part of the first company and is counted a 'veteran', but he was also chosen by Dante to be part of his personal honor guard. The Sanguinary Guard is a separate order, in my understanding.

>>39016852
>No, lord
>But it is a struggle I know not how to fight and only I alone can fight it

>>39016852
>>39016891
>No, lord
>But it is a struggle I know not how to fight and only I alone can fight it

>>39016852
>No, lord
But those are not my only dreams. There is a breath on the back of my neck and a fire on a table that does not burn. If it was simply one of them I could manage. However all three together? I need to consult with a librarian, for the chaplain knows not what my dreams mean.

>>39016852
http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Sanguinary_Guard

>They are essentially the Blood Angels' version of a Chapter Honour Guard.

>>39016852
>No, lord, but none dream of it as I do

“No, lord,” you say softly, meeting his eyes, “but I fear it has a hold on me, deep in my heart. What would happen if I should succumb, and I the only Astartes on the world? Am I not the last who should be sent on such a mission?”

The master rises, his eyes sad as he walks to you and places his hand over your heart. “You are a good man, Alaric,” he says quietly, “and the simple fact that this fear runs so deep in you is testament to that. You have always striven to protect the Emperor’s people, from both its enemies and its protectors. You are strong and you have a deep soul; this I have seen. You are not our greatest warrior, nor our greatest leader, but you are a true heir to our father: you have his spirit in you. And it is for this reason that I have chosen you.”

>Drop your eyes and nod silently.
>I thank you for your words, my lord. Whatever you ask, I will serve.
>I thank you for your words, my lord, but I cannot do as you ask
>Lord, I cannot accept

>>39016965
My mistake! Let's assume Alaric is a veteran sergeant, then.

>>39017256
>I thank you for your words, my lord. Whatever you ask, I will serve.

>>39017256
>>I thank you for your words, my lord. Whatever you ask, I will serve.

>>39017256
>Drop your eyes and nod silently.
We have voiced our objections. Now we must obey our Chapter Master.

it seems Astartes do indeed feel fear.

>>39017256
>I thank you for your words, my lord. Whatever you ask, I will serve.

>>39017256
>Drop your eyes and nod
>I thank you for your words, my lord. Whatever you ask, I will serve.
When he dismisses us, we go to the Librarium for some mind-hugs

>>39017256
>Drop your eyes and nod silently.
>I thank you for your words, my lord. Whatever you ask, I will serve.

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>>39017256
>I thank you for your words, my lord. Whatever you ask, I will serve.

Ok, when we will be on the verge of going mad, we can always escape into making horryfing art. That's how all potential mass-murderers cope.

You drop your eyes to the floor as the memory of the red-eyed demon wearing your skin flashes through your mind.

“I thank you for your words, my lord,” you say softly, “Whatever you ask, I will serve.”

The master nods in approval and gives you a soft smile before lowering his hand from your heart. “I am glad, Alaric,” he says quietly, his smile fading. “You are strong, whatever your doubts.”


He turns and walks quietly back to the window. “There is a ship in orbit that is en route for Eskaton, and a thunderhawk is waiting for you in the hangar to take you to it. Collect your wargear and meet it. You leave today.”

You nod and bow low before departing, slipping out of the bright chamber and back into the stone spaces of the monastery.

>Bid farewell to Aimon
>Collect your wargear
>Go to your chambers and collect the statuettes

>>39017526
>Bid farewell to Aimon
then
>Go to your chambers and collect the statuettes
then
>Collect your wargear

>>39017526
>Bid farewell to Aimon
>Collect your wargear

>>39017526
>Collect your wargear
>stop by the Librarius before leaving

>>39017526

>Librarium, bitches. No need to skimp on that.

>>39017526
>Bid farewell
>Librarium
>Wargear
>Go

>>39017526
>Head to the Librarium

>>39017526
>Bid farewell to Aimon
>Go to your chambers and collect the statuettes

Prioritize on those. We don't need to meet Librarians, I mean, what's the worst that can happen? Huehuehue

What statuettes are we talking about?

>>39017711
Well my best scenario is we're warp sensitive

>>39017743
one of the Big E and one of Pops Vamp

seriously read the quest, its in the opening post

You make your way along the halls to the first company’s training area, the clatter of arms and the shouts of your brothers greeting you as you open the door and enter. The few that are idle glance curiously at you, your absence noted by all.

As you look around for Aimon, you feel a presence behind you and turn quickly, eyes widening as you step back instinctively, only to find yourself face to face with one of your brother Astartes.

“Brother Alaric?” The codicier asks, “Chaplain Kane said you might have need of my advice. I had thought to find you here, but when I arrived, the others said you had not reported with them.”

>Apologize and explain that the chapter master had called you away
>Apologize and explain that you had business elsewhere
>Ask what advice Chaplain Kane had mentioned

>>39017757
That could also be the worst scenario.

>>39017863
>Apologize and explain that the chapter master had called you away
>Ask what advice Chaplain Kane had mentioned

>>39017863

>Apologize and explain that the chapter master had called you away

>>39017863
>Apologize and explain that the chapter master had called you away
>Ask what advice Chaplain Kane had mentioned

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>>39017757
>Warp sensitive
>Best case
>mfw

>>39017897
Seconded.

>>39017897
Thirded

>>39017893
>>39017933
What? I'm a gambling man.
You gonna tell me being a Psyker ain't the shit?

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>>39018026

Yes. Fate of every Psyker is being horribly raped through eternity by demons after exploding out of nowhere while going to toilet.

Though we aren't psyker, if we are so old to be Sanguinary Guard/1st Company Veteran in Blood Angels, we definietly aren't one.

The last time an Astartes acted up like this it was Galba in Damnation of Pythos. Just saying.

“Forgive my absence, brother-librarian,” you say quietly, “the chapter master wished to speak with me about an assignment and I was unable to begin training with the rest of the company. You have my thanks for coming to see me yourself.”

He smiles slightly. “Yes. Well.”

A slight pause follows and he looks around, the other members of your company glancing at you both out of the corner of their eyes. The librarian smiles vaguely and guides you away.

“What… advice did the chaplain say I might be in need of?” you ask quietly.

The librarian returns his piercing eyes to you, and you shift, uncomfortably. “In the matter of dreams,” he replies calmly, “as I’m sure you well know.”

You nod stiffly. “Of course, brother-librarian.”

He watches you expectantly. “Well?”

“A fire,” you murmur, avoiding his eyes still, “that burns on a table which does not catch flame, and…” you trail off, the memory of the breath on your skin returning to you and catching you off guard, your breath catching in your throat.

The librarian looks impatient. “And…?”

“And the feel of a breath on my skin,” you murmur reluctantly, unwilling suddenly to share the memory or even mention of it to another.

The librarian quiets and inspects you for a long moment, saying nothing. “A fire on a table?” he asks quietly and you nod.

“These things… are not known to me. I will have to consult with the others.”

You feel a hand on your shoulder and Aimon’s voice. “Everything all right?” he asks, his voice stiff as he looks at the librarian.

>Reassure Aimon and try to clarify your dream for the librarian
>Ask Aimon to give you more time to speak with the librarian

>>39018232
>Reassure Aimon and try to clarify your dream for the librarian

>>39018229
no idea what that is, mind elaborating?

>>39018232
>Reassure Aimon and try to clarify your dream for the librarian

>>39018232
>>Reassure Aimon and try to clarify your dream for the librarian
Jesus, man. No one can help us. We need to find our inner peace in quiet meditation on whatever planet we're getting dumped on.

>>39018232
>Retreat to your quarters to speak with both privately

>>39018232
>Reassure Aimon and try to clarify your dream for the librarian

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>>39018232
>Reassure Aimon and try to clarify your dream for the librarian

Remember to have proper goodbye with Aimon and grab our stuff. We are veteran of countless battles, we are bound to have some sweet artificier stuff.

>>39018232
>Reassure Aimon and try to clarify your dream for the librarian

>>39018283
He ended up creating a daemon world and was decapped by the leading daemon. Fun book.

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>No one can help us

Why, Emperor, why

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5TSH6OmO-Dw

“It’s all right, Aimon,” you tell him quietly, giving him a small smile before turning back to the librarian.

“Are you sure?” you ask him, eyes holding a hint of desperation. “Perhaps if I remembered something else?

The librarian pretends to consider your words carefully, his eyes staring lidlessly at you, and you shift uncomfortably under his gaze. “No. I’m afraid there’s nothing I can tell you. I’ll have to speak with my brothers in the librarium. Perhaps one of them is more learned in such lore.” He turns away from you. “I’ll speak with your captain and get the details of your new assignment. If I find anything, I will let you know.”

You nod silently, eyes growing dark as you watch the librarian turn his back to you and walk away.

Aimon looks at you. “What was that about?”

>Tell him of the dreams that trouble you
>Brush it off and make the best of it; do not part in sorrow

>>39018470
>Tell him of the dreams that trouble you

>>39018470
>Brush it off and make the best of it; do not part in sorrow

>>39018470
>Brush it off and make the best of it; do not part in sorrow

>>39018470
>Brush it off and make the best of it; do not part in sorrow
This might be the last time we meet.

>>39018470
>Brush it off and make the best of it; do not part in sorrow

>>39018470
>>>39018470
>Brush it off and make the best of it; do not part in sorrow

>>39018470
>>Tell him of the dreams that trouble you

He deserves to know lest these thoughts keep troubling him

“It’s nothing,” you say, forcing a smile, “just getting ready to leave, that’s all.”

His eyes widen. “To leave? But I just returned! Brother, tell me this is a joke.”

You shake your head. “No joke, Aimon,” you reply. “An assignment from the master himself.”

Aimon raises his eyebrows appreciatively. “Oh, well in that case I should offer my congratulations.”

You laugh and nod, clasping hands with him and putting your hand on his shoulder. “Thank you.”

Aimon smiles and rests his forehead against yours. “Brother,” he says quietly, squeezing your shoulder, “We have spent too much time and shed too much blood together to worry about such a parting. I will be here when you return -- and then we’ll see about who’s the real young blood out of us.”

You laugh happily and nod, smiling crookedly at him. “That we will, brother. And I shall return, have no fear of that -- someone has to teach the boys to fight, and god help us if it’s you.”

He smiles and leans back, clapping you on the shoulder reassuringly. “So it shall be, my brother.”

You nod. “So it shall be.”

You break apart, and turn away, the sound of the door shutting behind you brings with it the reality of your fate: years alone apart from your brothers on a strange world.

The inside of your room seems oddly warm and comforting as you enter it, collecting your meager things and wrapping up the ebony statuettes in your spare tunic and breeches. You turn back as you leave the room, eyes running over it as you feel a strange sense of nostalgia wash over you. Steeling yourself, you turn and leave for the armory.

>Suggestions for Alaric’s wargear; *suggested* starting list below, feel free to make suggestions for additions and subtractions. Alaric has been in service for a little more than two centuries.
>Mk-IV Artificer Armor
>Tigrus-pattern Bolter
>Power Sword
>Volkite Caliver
>Inferno Pistol
>Bolt Pistol
>Combat Knife
>Auspex

>>39018920
Power fists?

>>39018920
>Mk-IV Artificer Armor
>Bolt Pistol
>Power Axe
>Tigrus-pattern Bolter

>Inferno Pistol
>Power Sword
>Tigrus-pattern Bolter
>Mk-IV Artificer Armor
>Jump Pack

>>39018920
>Mk-IV Artificer Armor
>Tigrus-pattern Bolter
>Power Axe
>Inferno Pistol
>Bolt Pistol
>Combat Knife
>Auspex

>>39018920
>Mk-IV Artificer Armor
>Tigrus-pattern Bolter
>Power Sword
>Volkite Caliver
>Inferno Pistol
>Bolt Pistol
>Combat Knife
>Auspex
>Jump Pack

We're a veteran, we've got a lot of gear, best be prepared and have backups

Power fisting and plasma pistol. We will descend upon the foe, we will overwhelm them, we will leave none alive!

Also, a jump pack. For velocity.

>>39018920

>Mk-IV Artificer Armor
>Tigrus-pattern Bolter
>Power Sword
>Volkite Caliver

A must, everything else is optional.

>>39018920
>Power Scythe

We are the Angels of Death

Good night, Anons. I'm glad I get to spend time with you lovable people.

>>39019043

We might as well take the entire armory with us along with a suit of terminator armor.

>Volkite Caliver

Is this not some Heresy era tech?, geez they are letting us take some crazy stuff.

>>39019198
it is, and so is our armor and our bolter is a couple thousand years old IIRC

the Blood Angels have a lot of very very old tech they hand out to their veterans

>>39019219
correction our Bolter is pre-heresy aswell

>>39019198

It's actually Pre-Heresy, hell, it's actually pre-Imperium technology, something from the Age of Strife. They forgot how to manufacture it during Horus Heresy and it was rare and powerful sight THEN to have one.

>>39019198
Yeah, ditch the caliver and upgrade the power sword to a relic blade. Still rare, but not ridiculously so.

>>39019219
I supposed it is justified for a first founding chapter.

>Power Sword
>Volkite Caliver
>Inferno Pistol
>Mk4-IV Artificer Armor
>Jump Pack

Inferno Pistol and Jump Pack seem very Blood Angel to me.

>>39019256
Nah, Mars was still churning out Volkite gear during the Great Crusade and only stopped when the Heresy rolled around.

>>39019270
forgot the whole build
>Relic Blade
>Artificer Armor
>Jump Pack
>Inferno Pistol
>Bolter
>Auspex

I assume we have some grenades

>>39019270

What? Why ditch the volkite caliver? We need to be as shiny as possible, a representing Blood Angels and living up to legend. Imagine what a sight we'll be with all that stuff and artificer armour.

>>39018920
>Mk-IV Artificer Armor
>Tigrus-pattern Bolter
>Power Sword or Eviscerator
>Volkite Caliver?
>Inferno Pistol
>Bolt Pistol
>Combat Knife
>Auspex
>Winged Jump Pack
>Frag & Krak Grenades
>Melta Bombs
>Purity Seals, just in case...
>Inferno Bolts
>Some copies of chapter records, possibly on the Purity Seals, to remind us of our history, if need be.

You make your way to the armory and being collecting your wargear, several of the chapter’s serfs assisting you with the weapons you have collected over two centuries of warfare.

The red of your armor shines dully in the lights above you, and your eyes run over it, noting the pits and scores buffed over from past engagements. You trail a finger along the stained parchment of a seal, eyes flicking over the intricate script. One of the serfs approaches you respectfully and you nod to him and step back, allowing him and his assistants to prepare your armor for transport.

You lead the way out of the armory and down to the hanger, the whine of a Thunderhawk’s engines screaming in your ears.

Ten armsmen stand beside the ramp, their sergeant snapping to attention as you approach.

“My lord,” he says, “I am Sergeant Nye and these are my men. We are to accompany you.”

>Weapon selections have been noted, we'll take another round of suggestions tomorrow and come up with a final list then after we've all had a chance to sleep on it.

>Remain silent and inspect the soldiers
>Shake hands with the sergeant and welcome him
>Ask who ordered him to accompany you

>>39019313
And then we fall to the black rage who knows how many light-years away from any battle-brothers where it would no doubt be stolen.

We cannot just take ultra-rare gear.

But yeah add Frag and Krak grenades to our kit.

>>39019336
>>Frag & Krak Grenades
>>Melta Bombs
>>Purity Seals, just in case...
>>Inferno Bolts
>>Some copies of chapter records, possibly on the Purity Seals, to remind us of our history, if need be.
those are all good things to have, I would have voted for them if I didn't forget about them

>>39019313
Because we really shouldn't have it, in all honesty. Volkites were rare during the even during the heresy, and It's only gotten worse since then. Besides, Blood Angels are the rip and tear chapter, and a relic blade will help us with that.

>>39019351
>Shake hands with the sergeant and welcome him

>>39019351
>Shake hands with the sergeant and welcome him
>Ask who ordered him to accompany you

>>39019351
>>Shake hands with the sergeant and welcome him

>>39019351
>Shake hands with the sergeant and welcome him

Maybe give us a set amount of points and give point values to different weapons. Like if we were making a army list.

>>39019351
>Shake hands with the sergeant and welcome him
>Ask who ordered him to accompany you

>>39019351

>Ask who ordered him to accompany you
>Remain silent and inspect the soldiers

>>39019363

Nah, that squad of tacticals will kill us if something would happen to our mind.

>>39019363
Or we encounter a squad of blood ravens....

>>39019376

>Because we really shouldn't have it

We aren't nobody. We were/are in personal guard of Dante, the oldest non-dreadnought marine. GM revealed that we are veteran of Armaggedon and countless other fights. Probably our name is known on dozens of words and we are a bit of minor celebrity. Hell, there might be even some holiday named because of us.

>>39019457
I would be surprised if there wasn't a Chaplain on the world just in case some of us succumbed to the Black Rage.

>>39019529
Actually we got ret-conned into just a veteran sergeant

>>39019585
Hun?

>>39019585
That's my fault guys. I'm going to sleep on that and I'll make a decision in the morning. I don't want to follow codices slavishly. This isn't intended to be 40K the game in space.

>>39019585
If you guys are okay with it, I'd like to run it that the Sanguinary Guard are separate. The chapter master and company captains have their own actual honor guard as is standard.

>>39019585

Goddamn, we had so much better fluff actually crunch in 6th edition...

You offer your hand to the sergeant, who balks for a moment, clearly surprised. He recovers quickly however and takes your hand which dwarfs his. “I’m glad to have you, sergeant,” you tell him as you shake, careful not to squeeze his hand too firmly. “It will be good to have others of the chapter standing with me.”

He looks up at you, eyes flickering with conflicted emotions. “Thank you, my lord,” he murmurs, clearly at a loss for words.

Releasing his hand you look up and glance over his ten men. “May I ask who sent you, Sergeant Nye?”

“The Chapter Master, my lord” he replies, regaining his surety. “We are to stand by you, as you said, my lord, and serve as your honor guard while you are on Eskaton.”

>Squad consists of one sergeant, two corporals, and eight armsmen, all with carapace armor and hellguns. Sergeant Nye and the two corporals have sidearms. Suggestions welcome.

>Look over his soldiers, and ask to be introduced to them
>Thank him and proceed on board the Thunderhawk to depart for Eskaton

>>39019677
>Look over his soldiers, and ask to be introduced to them

>>39019677
>Look over his soldiers, and ask to be introduced to them
>Thank him and proceed on board the Thunderhawk to depart for Eskaton

>>39019653
that makes sense, the sanguinary guard are meant to be the guardians of Sanguinius's blood and relics and such, they kind of double as honor guards too, but I wouldn't put it past them to have other individual honor guards

>>39019677
>Look over his soldiers, and ask to be introduced to them

>Look over his soldiers, and ask to be introduced to them

>>39019677
>Thank him and proceed on board the Thunderhawk to depart for Eskaton

No need to be too lax with discipline. We can show friendly gestures to sergeant, but still we have to adhere to best qualities of Space Marine, and that also means order, hierarchy and chain of command.

>>39019677
>Look over his soldiers, and ask to be introduced to them

>>39019677
>Look over his soldiers, and ask to be introduced to them

>>39019653

Ah, so one can serve in some other unit and still be Sanguinary Guard? Something like Inner Circle in Dark Angels or some other internal organization? I think I like it.

>>39019903
Yes. I think that makes it more unique.
>>39019737
Then we'll stick with the original plan.

You nod silently and move your eyes over the line of men, their hellguns and their red and gold carapace armor are spotlessly clean.

“Will you introduce me to them?” you ask the sergeant quietly.

He looks at you in surprise and nods, turning to face them. “Helmets off,” he says calmly, and the men quietly sling their rifles and remove their helmets, fitting them precisely under their crooked arms.

The sergeant walks down the line, giving each name and rank in turn. “We are honored to serve you, my lord.”

You smile and nod, shaking hands with each, their guantleted hands small in yours. “I am glad to have you all with me,” you say quietly, your eyes subdued as you run your eyes over their faces, memorizing each one before turning to Sergeant Nye. “Thank you. Let’s get loaded.”

He nods crisply and barks another order. You turn and watch the chapter serfs bring your arms and armor across the hangar deck, the armsmen moving quietly up the Thunderhawk’s ramp.

You say a final, silent farewell before you turn and walk up the ramp after them.

>That’s all for tonight folks! Thanks so much for playing! Tomorrow we’ll hash out the final equipment list and reach Eskaton with Sergeant Nye and our Armsmen. Stay tuned for a full character sheet and possible dice rolling. I’ll plan on starting at roughly the same time I did today, but let me know below if another time works better. Also please leave any comments or critiques on today’s quest so I can make the next one better!

If given the chance we should try to recreate Sanguinus's wings

>>39019997
will you be getting a twitter for this? they very much help in organising schedule times and finding threads when they are running

also
>Then we'll stick with the original plan.
so that means we're honor guard?

>>39019997
thanks for running.

>>39019997
Thanks for the thread OP, times wise an hour or two later start time would be preferable but not that big a deal for me.

>>39020076
That's a good point, a twitter is very handy for announcing thread times, delays and linking threads.

>>39020076
I'll sign up for a twitter now.

And yes, we're sticking with Alaric being one of Dante's honor guard.

>>39019997
>Tomorrow we’ll hash out the final equipment list

I stay committed to the Power Scythe

>>39020112
>>39019997

Thank you OP, you have good writing and I like what you are doing so far. Definietly will start following this quest even though it's absolutely not my timezone.

>>39020183

I won't resign from our Volkite little marvel.

>>39020183
I'll take it under advisement

Twitter here:
https://twitter.com/The_Lawspeaker

>>39020197
Thanks! I really appreciate it, and I'm glad you'll be staying around.

>>39020226
Good! Final decision hasn't been made yet, but I appreciate your flexibility.

>>39020262
Thanks for getting the twitter, I'll bookmark as I don't have an account.

>>39020305
Sure thing. I look forward to continuing with everyone tomorrow.

>>39020262

Bookmarked & pinned. Thanks again, I'm off now it's 5:00 am here

>>39020378
I'll try to post on twitter an hour before I start and then again fifteen minutes before. Should be around 1:00PM UTC - 7:00 .

>>39020454
cool, make sure you link the thread in it when it goes live

>>39020494
Will do. I'll need to archive it or something, right?

>>39020523
archive.moe autoarchives it, but you can also archive it at sup/tg/ which probably has better exposure

>>39020537
Got it. I'll link the thread and type up a summary to start off with.

>>39020565
its also good to make sure you have the quest name in the tags so you can just link that and it will show them all

>>39020262
I really enjoyed reading the quest thread. Thank you for writing!

>>39020608
My pleasure! I'm glad you had fun.

>>39019351
>“My lord,” he says, “I am Sergeant Nye and these are my men. We are to accompany you.”
> “I am Sergeant Nye and these are my men. We are to accompany you.”
> I am Sergeant Nye
> Sergeant Nye
BILL BILL BILL BILL BILL

archived the thread on sup/tg/, hope its to your satisfaction OP

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Blood%20Angel%20Quest

>>39020922
Looks good. Much appreciate the assist.