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War was calling. Everybody had been nervous during the last hours but now a siren has filled the entire Primus colony with its high pitched war chant and its gospel of hatred towards the enemies of the Imperium. The strange courier that visited our secretive and humble monastery carried with himself a message to take up arms and head where the Imperium and the God-Emperor needed us most.

After fixing the Infinity Bell you and your group were headed and informed of the situation. You and your sisters were warriors, all the information that you were given was that there was group of Xenos on a distant forge world that required to be purged for their sole presence was disrupting. What once was a calm village and temple suddenly became a storm of haste and hurried people.

Less than twenty four hours afterwards we were all getting into the transport towards the high orbit were an Imperial Navy Cruiser called “Unbroken Faith” would take us towards our unknown destination. Once in there you saw such a crowded area so full of people that you felt slightly anxious; you had become used to seeing the same faces every day and thus such tsunami of new experiences, faces and voices hit you hard.

>Try to discover where it’s the ship headed.
>Talk with the local Mechanicus temple. See if they have any interesting new, they might know something about Heracor.
>Talk with your team sort out your rooms.
>Write in.

>>44227695
>>Talk with the local Mechanicus temple. See if they have any interesting new, they might know something about Heracor.
>>Talk with your team sort out your rooms.

>>44227695
>>Talk with the local Mechanicus temple. See if they have any interesting new, they might know something about Heracor.
>>Talk with your team sort out your rooms.
Hello again.

>>44227758
>>44227746
Hello there. Since there is a consensus I'll start writing now!

Finally caught one live!

Sorry for taking so long guys! I had to help my father with some furniture moving

>>44228530
np boss.

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>>44227695
>Talk with the local Mechanicus temple. See if they have any interesting new, they might know something about Heracor.

It was good to have some fresh people to chat with. You liked the Adeptus Mechanicus and considered them equals. They were also deeply religious and even if at a first glance both you and them couldn't look more different you preferred to focus on the things that both groups had in common. Both the Mechanicus and the Ecclesiarchy led a life of religious zealotry and dedication to the rites and beliefs that composed it and both shared a passionate hatred towards everything that was wrong and affronted the Imperium and hence all Mankind.

You liked to think that both Adeptas were two parts of a greater being. That humanity was mostly composed of Logic and Spirituality. While most people thought that both parts were incompatible at a closer inspection one could discover that it was not the case and that in fact they were synergetic and that their union was a great asset in Humanity's victory over their enemies.

The Mechanicus were the weapon, Humanity was the warrior and the Ecclesiarchy was the hatred that motivated them.

Due to the necessity of Humanity of having that technology and hatred there was at least one temple dedicated to both Adeptas in most settlements. The Mechanicus temple in your small colony was composed of only five techpriests and a couple of servitors that ended becoming pretty isolationist and lived on the underground next to the boilers, logic servers and energy generatoriums. Hopefully the members of this Cruiser's Mechanicus will be more open and amicable.

>>44228606

Finding the Temple itself proved to be quite a challenge, it didn't appeared on any of the available maps but you were pretty sure that there had to be one, otherwise the mighty ship you were in would surely crumble to pieces in less than a standard year. You started a frantic search of Techpriests and Servitors to ask and only received silence or a cryptic message.

"Go where the clock aims at midnight. Go where the mercury goes at night. Call thrice and you might go in."

At first you thought that they were playing with you but when you noticed that this was a repeated pattern you considered this to be a riddle. After some thinking you managed to discover the solution by using but the main weapon and resource of the Mechanicus, logic.

On the Imperial planets clocks might have several variances due to different words having different hours to complete a day. Still, all of those clocks aim their needles upwards on midnight. If this were the instructions towards a place upwards would surely mean north. Most words use mercury thermometers due to their low cost and ease of construction, no matter how strange the planet is all of them descend in temperature at night due to the lack of direct exposure to sunlight. This makes the mercury in the thermometers to descend.

With those instructions you proceeded to search in the lower levels of the northern part of the ship and after some exploring you found it. It was a extremely complex wall in where the statues and symbols fused with the pipes and machinery as if they were one, on the center of it there was a massive gear shaped door that was at least as thick as a Leman Russ Battle Tank. It was firmly closed and you were dumbstruck, by the Emperor, not even a mightly Astartes could be able to open such door. Then, the last part of the riddle floated on your grey matter. "Call thrice, and you might go in."

>>44228622

It wasn't a riddle but an instruction. By simply knocking on the door three times it opened on its own. This was understandable, the Techpriests were pretty dogmatic into following steps and being respectful to machinery after all.

On the other side of the door awaited a surprised Techpriest.

"By the Omnissiah! A lot of people manage to discover our location but never so fast!"

"Well, I was taught by a techpriest when I was little, I learned from he how to think with property."

The Techpriest seemed to be pretty young and barely had any bionics, It was interesting how you had to have two levels of consideration with them. For a Techpriest he was barely augmented but if he were a regular human he would be considered a freak.

"He must have been a very great teacher indeed. What a shame you ended straying from the path of the Machine..."

After his words he became pale and very flustered.

"I-I don't mean that your choice is a wrong one Sororitas! I was trying to say that it would have been an honor to have you among our ranks!"

You gave him your sweetest smile to make him feel relaxed, he seemed to be unused to social interaction among people from outside of his cult. It was cute in a sense, it reminded you of Heracor.

"Well, I am in fact trying to know if there is anything that your Temple might now about him."

"..I can access the Database. Welcome to our temple Sororitas." He said as he was relaxing more and more.

>>44228635

Once inside you felt as if you were in a radically different place. The air felt heavier and smelled like petroleum chemicals, there was a constant mechanical noise in the background and you became a freak, and the focus of several optics and eyes that looked at your direction while wondering what were you doing on their sacred grounds.

"He is called Heracor...can't recall the surname. It's a very old friend."

The Techpriest guided you towards a lonely terminal and typed his name with a somewhat worried expression.

"With only a name... I don't think that we will be lucky. There are surely millions of techpriests called Heracor out there."
After he pressed a rune a great list appeared. On the top right corner the following message appeared.

"Displaying page 1 of 41559"

"Are those all the Heracor's in the Galaxy?" You asked?

"Not really, it has taken the name and any possible variation of it and this database only lists the ones in this Sector. There is also the possibility of your friend not appearing on the list. We are working hard with the Administratum but updating those lists can take decades, even centuries, your friend might not be on the list either because those names are from before his birth...or because he has died. Impossible to say."

You became frustrated and angry but externalized it like a childish pout to not make the Techpriest even more nervous, he wasn't guilty after all.

"I can print you the 415559 pages if you desire madam."

"No, but thanks for the offer."

"Thanks to you for visiting us, would you like some news about the Mechanicus? They have been adapted for people from outside the cult! It is never too late to join!"

>>44228650

You shrugged and then found yourself surrounded by a swarm of servo-skulls that carried each a small book with them and varied in title: "How to cope with your future servitorization", "Constructing the Future of Tomorrow", "The Luminangelus" and "Advantages of bionic mechanization" among many others.

"Have my comm-number. Send me a message if you need anything at any time!"

You didn't know if the Techpriest was indeed so nice or if he still felt guilty but it was odd to see such acting on a member of the cult Mechanicus. Softly you grabbed the books and left with a smile and bow to be considerate before departing.

>Talk with your team sort out your rooms.
By the time you had returned to where the main clusters of Sororitas were and found your friends it was too late…they had already chosen a room and got the best beds. You ended with the one that was furthest away, next to the toilet.

This time you pouted for a real reason and headed to leave all your items in the locker you were assigned. It was getting pretty late already you all decided to make it for the day and rest well, tomorrow would be another day.

After the night time praying in communion with your friends and team you all went to sleep, tomorrow would be another day.

>Contact the techpriest and get to know him a little bit more. He might act that way because he feels lonely.
>Contact the techpriest and ask him if he can teach you to better maintain your equipment.
>Contact the techpriest and ask him if your equipment can be upgraded.
>Do your daily routine and spend the rest of the time relaxing and reading the books the Techpriest gave you.
>Train with your team.
>Try to discover more about your mission.
>Try to discover were the ship is headed.
>Write in.

>Do your daily routine and spend the rest of the time relaxing and reading the books the Techpriest gave you.

>>44228678
>>Do your daily routine and spend the rest of the time relaxing and reading the books the Techpriest gave you.
>>Train with your team.
>>Try to discover more about your

>>44228697
>Do your daily routine and spend the rest of the time relaxing and reading the books the Techpriest gave you.

If you spend the rest of the day relaxing you won't have time to train and investigate more about the mission. Just saying.

>>44228750
training is relaxing for bolter bitches.

>>44228775
well that and burning the innoc i mean heretics yes definatly not inocents.

>>44228775
>>44228789

Alright fine, but please, don't call them Bolter Bitches. They could beat the shit out of you and I on any day. They are fucking awesome!

>>44228798
Can do boss

>>44228678
>Do your daily routine and spend the rest of the time relaxing and reading the books the Techpriest gave you.

>>44228750
Meant do daily then the other stuff, IF we have time left we can read.

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>>44228678
>Do your daily routine and spend the rest of the time relaxing and reading the books the Techpriest gave you.

The Cannoness gave you all very clear instructions. Just like any civilian is a guest at any of the Sororitas Temples we were all guests in this Cruiser. We were free to do anything that we wished along it didn’t disturbed the peace or damaged any personnel or the ship itself.

There was no sun on this ship; any exterior source of light could only come from an infernal flame of the Inmaterium. It was strange waking up not to the morning sun but a cold and deafening siren. Relaxed you woke up and saw the rest of your friends and team also leaving their slumber behind.

The first thing was to thanks to the Emperor for the gifts to today. You close your eyes and meditated what you were thankful for.

“I’m thankful for not having died in my sleep, for that wouldn’t have been an honorable death. I am thankful for not being ill, and having turned my body into a fortress against disease. I am thankful for this transport that is taking us towards our eagerly awaited destiny. I am thankful for my friends and my life.”

>>44229284
With that said you stood up and noticed that some of your friends had already ended their morning gratifications while others were still thinking of things to be thankful for. Once they were all done you all stood up and got your armor on to proceed with your daily routine.

You had ended using that tight power armor for so many years already that the few times that you didn’t don it and you didn’t had all your body compressed and restricted of movements you felt weird and wrong. You were a Sororitas, the armor was part of yourself now, an extension of your body.

Orderly you all were guided towards the dining halls and were feed a small grey tasteless paste. It was pretty flavorless but you had already thanked the ship and its worker for the favor that they were doing to you so you decided to keep your thoughts to yourself and thank the cook who did it.

After eating such…meal. You headed towards the local Ecclesiarch temple to proceed with your morning prayers. Since the Temple in there was smaller than the one in your planet a great agglomeration of Sisters formed outside, all waiting for their turn to pray and repent. You and your group of friends weren’t the first ones to come and hence you had to wait, to kill time several of the most zealous Sisters proceeded to pray on silence, others preferred to wait and do it inside and decided to use that time for other activities like chatting or maintaining their weapons. Next to you was a group of Sister Dialogus who were happily chatting about having been assigned learning Necroglyphs and how excited they were for such old language was a complete mystery.

Since getting your head full of what other people cared about was a sin you decided to ignore them and pray for gossiping into their private conversation for later.

>>44229312

Once you all were given access inside you saw that all the benches were full of Sisters and that the confessionals were also full and with long waiting lines. The priests seemed to be exorbitantly happy; they had surely never seen so many pious people in a really long time.

With the waiting and the prayer most of the day had already flew away. You and your friends had to eat meal later than usual and once again had to be feed a gray paste, this time it had some orange grudge on it, by precaution you didn’t dared to eat those parts.

Night time, or what passes for a night in this enclosed ship brightly illuminated by electric lights, came shortly after. The rest of the group decided to head into the main librarium in the search of a tale of some saint or battle they might not know about, you had your own stuff to read about and thus you decided to rest on your bed and read the books that the servo-skulls had given you.

>>44229325

The first one, "How to cope with your future servitorization", was a pretty interesting yet pessimistic book. It talked about the advantages of being turned into a servitor like having a job until the day of your death and being assured becoming a useful part of the giant machine that it is the Imperium. A pretty remarkable part was that among the advantage list there were pretty obvious things like not needing so many sleep, food or water but there were some others that were kind of dubious like not being able to remember your past or family, how could that be an advantage?

"Constructing the Future of Tomorrow" talked about how forge worlds feed their neighbohouring systems with anything that they might need, from mere washing machines to the giant bridges that communicate continents. The Mechanicus is part of the Imperium and unless you live on a completely forgotten backwater world everywhere you look should have at least one component created by the Mechanicus.

"The Luminangelus" Talked about a strange tale of a chosen of the Omnissiah who was attacked by vile mutants who dared to live even after they knew that their bodies were defective. The hero of this tale wasn’t named and was always called Luminangelus, it was described as an Angel of Electric wings and a fierce spirit that never stopped smiting the enemies until they were all down. It was a pretty interesting read and even if some concepts of them were out of your reach you managed to understand most of it. . At the end of the tale and after having defeated the most heavily mutated spawn it disappeared, and profetices that it will appear once again when the times are dire and require an avenger of everything that it is pure and right. It was a pretty good read you might even recommend it to your friends.

>>44229341

You didn’t manage to read the entire last booklet; "Advantages of bionic mechanization" was so dense and logical that it became better to take you into sleep than any herbal remedy or pharmaceutical pill.

Day after day your routine continued, wake up, thank for all that you have and eat, go to pray and wait for your turn, have only a couple of free hours before going to sleep. Such schedule ended making time pass quickly. Before you noticed it the Ship had done several stops and gathered more sisters of your same Order from other Temples and Locations were they might be located. After the second week there were so many people that a warehouse had to be transformed into a makeshift chapel to let more Sisters enter to pray.

You still didn’t had any clue to where you were going but it seemed that the journey might end pretty soon. According to some rumours only two or three weeks left. Due to your routine you might be able to do something with the few little hours of free time that you have.

>Spend the last days investigating about the Mission and the Necroglyphs.
>Spend the last days training hard.
>Spend the last days trying to find Heracor.
>Write in.

>>44229354
>>Spend the last days investigating about the Mission and the Necroglyphs.
>>Spend the last days training hard.
Even split

>>44229354
>Spend the last days training hard.
>Spend the last days trying to find Heracor.

We will be told what we need to know when we need to know it. Faith in the Emperor and all that jazz

>write in pray to the almighty god emperor for guidance
>also try and find heracor

>>44229478
>>44229507
Finding Heracor is a fools errand until we know his last name IC

>>44229616
fool with the almighty god emperor of mankind as our guide nothing is impossible all who do not see his greatness and follow his guidance should be cleansed in holy promethean flames!!

>>44229693
Namefag you are a retard if you think a SoB can sift through the entire galaxy on her own to find one man. Also it's a massive waste of her time when she needs to train to head into battle.


Doing Emperor's work> finding boyfriend

>>44229785
your faith in our almighty emperor is lacking if he wills us to find him it shall be so and if he wills us to die fighting his enemy's in his great name it we shall do so with joy!

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>>44229354
>Spend the last days training hard.

After only one week without any real training you could feel how the Jump pack and your two Bolt Pistols felt heavier. Whatever that paste that you were being fed was it wasn't nutritious enough and your last days you had barely done any real exercise or training. To you any real training requires great and long jumps and inside this ship you are like a caged bird, unable to extend your wings.

For the following days your proceeded to do jumping jacks, squatting and flexing while waiting your turn to pray. At first they considered you a weirdo but then more and more people started imitating you. Praying kept your soul pure, exercise kept your body pure, both were equally important, as the good versed orators say from idleness comes heresy.

At the end before praying all the Sisters got against the wall and did the same exercises in unison. We were one.

>Spend the last days investigating about the Mission and the Necroglyphs.

When the prayers were done you had to eat and then had some free time. You spent those few hours looking in the Librarium in the search of any mention of the Necroglyphs but they were nonexistant. If they were something mysterious to even the Dialogus then for someone like you they have to be a completely alien concept.

You also tried asking the Techpriest about what did he knew about the mission and he just shrugged, he just went where the ship went after all. He very nicely agreed to give you some information that he could get from the main cogitators.

"H-hey! I managed to get you this. I hope it is enough!"

>>44229840
He then gave you a document with a series of names and data that you couldn't' comprehend. Coordinates and meanings that meant nothing to you. There was one thing that you could get from all that information thought, it was the name of the planet, Telematha, it stroke you as familiar but you couldn't quite point it from where. During your life as a Sororitas you had heard several named planets, a few of them being Forge worlds that but still, nothing came to you so far.

Since you were with him too you decided to ask him to print you the 41559 of names. You would spend your sleeping hours checking them all to see if there was one that was truly your Heracor.

>Spend the last days trying to find Heracor.

Heracor was someone special in your life. You had friends but you had him with special regard, you didn't knew exactly why but you truly liked him. Your memories of him were pretty vague but your remembered him like a tallish man with an imposing face and some few bionics. You were very saddened when you heard that he was dead but then...he suddenly returned from the other side. Several years ago you were told that your father, mother and sister died in some ship crash, in some sense even if you were surrounded by Sisters you felt as if Heracor was your only family left and you wanted to reunite with him once again.

>>44229902

Printing all those pages took several ours and required a couple of servitors to take them to your room, they were pretty big and ended requiring almost all the space of your personal locker. During the last days you spent searching for his name on all those pages. The strange Tech-sorcery of those machines had chosen way more names than the ones that you wanted. The first one was Ektor and the last one Hearanus. Similar names yes but not the one you were searching for. Just as you were fiddling through the pages you were struck with a fear. You knew that his name was indeed Heracor but how was it written? What seemed like an easy task suddenly turned into a hellish burden.

During the last two remaining weeks you barely sleep and spent all the night hours reading name after name. The last day you simply gave up and slept for all day and night. You were so tired that you felt that nothing could wake you up, but the Emperor had a greater task for you and proved that you were wrong. A great rumble awakened you and the first thing that you saw when you awoke was the red light of alarm and the siren sounding. All the Sororitas were wearing their power armors and there were several armed crewsman too, you were the only one on your room, your friends were missing, as you left your room you managed to look out and saw that you had already entered into the Materium, even if you were now in the realm of reality you hand't left hell. On the outside there were several xenos spaceships of a strange curved design that were shooting and piercing the Imperial Navy and a great fleet of Merchant ships that were on high orbit above a gray looking planet. Every time the Alien ships fired a green beam of energy pierced them as if their armor were nothing, it was a complete massacre.

>[ Alright guys, I'm gonna take a Dinner break, after this we are going to continue with Heracor ]

One of the books being about Heracor.
Genious.

>>44230011
>>44229341
>"The Luminangelus" Talked about a strange tale of a chosen of the Omnissiah who was attacked by vile mutants who dared to live even after they knew that their bodies were defective. The hero of this tale wasn’t named and was always called Luminangelus, it was described as an Angel of Electric wings and a fierce spirit that never stopped smiting the enemies until they were all down. It was a pretty interesting read and even if some concepts of them were out of your reach you managed to understand most of it. . At the end of the tale and after having defeated the most heavily mutated spawn it disappeared, and profetices that it will appear once again when the times are dire and require an avenger of everything that it is pure and right. It was a pretty good read you might even recommend it to your friends.
Could have been the fan-fic about a missing Primarch.

>>44229911
>>44227766
Holy shit double quadruple dubs. Also yeah, dinner's done. Writing now, prepare your dice, shit its gonna hit the fan.

>>44230142
good point.
But Heracor is named the Luminangelus, so following our current knowledge of the quest...
probably a fanfic about Heracor.

>>44230325

MADE IT. Just in time apparently

>>44229911

From your viewpoint you were floating in the middle of the air yet at the same time standing in a solid vehicle. Not far from you there were the five Skitarii that came with you and died under the blade of the Silent King's hypherphase Scythe, not very far away there were some Necron warrior and forming a ring about you there were some very Imposing Necron warriors with big shields and more hypherphase swords.

The transport you were in slowly started to materialize to your sight and became less and less invisible. You were in a floating ark that moved by esoteric means and whose engine seemed to create a strange living like green light out of their strange exhausts.

Once again the Silent King proceeded with his mental speech:

> http://vocaroo.com/i/s02HxryAVSM6

"We have learned much from you, son of Terra, scholar of Mars and slave of Mag'ladroth."

"I am Szarekh of the old Necrontyr Triarchs. You are nothing but a prototype. You thought that the Soul Generamplifier was a broken burden, a curse...But in reality it is the panacea of my race."

True to his name the Silent King explained all that needed to be said without ever saying a word. The Necrons had committed one of the capital sins of the Cult Mechanicus and were now suffering the consequences. Along with their flesh they also lost their souls, something that isn't truly material but like flesh it is very alive.

>>44230626

They created you as a test subject, a prototype. During their awakening they got other soulless persons like you and forced them into the same hell that they suffered in an attempt to recreate once again the same process that they had suffered. Those unholy cross of Human/Necron abominations were fielded in battle as a form of testing, they were considered a successful recreation and thus the Oldest race proceeded to further advance their experiments with humanity. You were part of this second Phase of experimentation.

Now that they knew how to recreate the biotransference process they only needed to find a way to reverse it. You were created soulless and forced a chip that generated a fake anima, according to his words it is called a Soul Generamplifier. All the suffering that you had lived so far had only further advanced their tests and gave them analyzable data that they used to create a near instantaneous version that worked with their race to with apparent success.

They had cheated Death once, and they now wanted to cheat Life itself.

Those Necron, and apparently soon to be Necrontyr, used Mankind in their advantage and disregarded them all to mere test subjects, degraded us all to mere lab rats. And now they were asking you to join them as their serf, as their slave.

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>>44230637

You won't take any of this. You wanted the truth and now that you had it you won't surrender, if you did all the pain, all the deaths will have been meaningless!

Desperate you looked around in the search of something to do. Direct confrontation would have been a suicide, the Silent King didn't had a problem to kill one of their own race, much less to kill you. Not knowing what to do you remembered his speech and how he repeated over and over how much he despised Psyker powers.

If you are going to die, it better be with a great explosion.

You close your eyes and focus on the link between you and the switch that its connected with your anima chip. You proceed to turn it on and off over and over, feeling how with each activation it becomes more and more intense and uncontrolled. As if it were a short circuit you start generating raw warp energies that collect on your body and will burst out at any time. Slowly you start to glow as if you were a nuclear reactor who is about to reach a critical mass, the Lychguard get in a circle around you with their Dispersion shields ready, but they might be to late.

>Roll 3d100. The first roll to see how well the explosion goes, the second two to chose one Psychic Phenomena and one Peril of the Warp.

Rolled 95, 85, 93 = 273 (3d100)

>>44230660
nice vocaroo.

Rolled 22, 5, 20 = 47 (3d100)

come on crit fail

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>>44230680
>nice vocaroo.

Didn't did it. It was done by some voice actor ages ago [spoiler ] I had planned this for ages lmao [/spoiler]

Rolled 69, 76, 41 = 186 (3d100)

>>44230660

Rolled 76, 69, 35 = 180 (3d100)

>>44230738
so close yet so far away

Here are the results:

>>44230680
Roll 1: Critical success
Roll 2: Perils of the Warp: The warp opens in a maelstrom of energy.
Roll 3: Grand Possession:A grand and terrible warp entity takes interest in the psyker’s soul, descending from the warp to seize the mortal’s body for its own purposes. A Greater Daemon chosen by the GM attempts to possess the psyker (see the Possession Trait in Chapter IV: Talents and Traits). Even if the daemon fails, the psyker still suffers 2d10 Toughness Damage, and will forever add +10 to all rolls on the Psychic Phenomena and Perils of the Warp tables as his body now serves as a conduit to the power of the warp. If the character dies while possessed, the Greater Daemon manifests in the real world for a number of days equal to its Toughness Bonus or until it is destroyed.

>>44230738
Roll 1: Fail
Roll 2: Warp Echo: For a few moments, all noises cause echoes, regardless of the surroundings.
Roll 3: No Perils

>>44230772
Roll 1: Moderate Success
Roll 2: Perils of the Warp: The warp opens in a maelstrom of energy.
Roll 3: Psychic Mirror: The psyker’s power is turned back on him. Resolve the power’s effects, but the power targets the psyker instead. If the power is beneficial, it deals 1d10+5 Energy Damage (ignoring armour) to the psyker instead of its normal effect.

>>44230775
Roll 1: Great Success
Roll 2: Shadow of the Warp: For a split second, the world changes in appearance, and everyone within 1d100 metres has brief but horrific glimpse of the shadow of the warp. Everyone in the area (including the psyker) must make a Difficult (–10) Willpower Test or gain 1d5 Corruption Points.
Roll 3: No Perils

I would personally take the last dice rolls!

>>44230864
I would too

>>44230864
what about>>44230680?

>>44230924
he went before me

>>44230924
it's the first option you moron who apparently cannot read.

>>44230924
Those dice rolls have been analyzed too. According to the RPG books of 40k the perils of the warp and such are best when the rolled number is low. In this case the ideal would have been the first dice a high number and the other two low ones. I'll go with >>44230775 as it is the best one overall.

>>44230775
Would take this

>>44230864

Yeah the last sounds good, though completely fucking up everything by also summoning a greater deamon on top of the Silent King would be hilarious

>>44230966
Best option then.

>>44231029
Hilarious but probably bad for us and innocent civilians also.

>>44231029
Dude, for a daemon having some of those soul chips would be like having fucking steroids. It would be way too over the top.

>>44231078
There are barely no civilians. 90% have entered into the Necron Portals. The city is now as dead as the Necrons are.

>>44231099
I heard there was Nercon and chaos. I came as fast as I could boss.

>>44231167
Sup Salty. Necrons and some chaos as the final bosses fuck yeah. Oh btw, to the anon who discovered that the last enemy would be the crons, fuck you for discovering my plot twists just kidding

>>44231185
That was this anon and honestly you foreshadowed hard boss.

>>44231202
I have been told that I give way too many clues. Still foreshadowing is so fucking tempting, shit.

>>44231222
How you been Ax?

Too be fair, If your doing tech priest shit and the final boss ISN'T nercon's. You've fucked up.

>>44230660

You open your eyes and liberate a deadly corona of raw warp and electro-voltaic energy from all your cells and the atoms that constitute your body and bionics. Those Lychguards are big but you aren't small either, their Dispersion shields manage to stop a great quantity of the discharged energy but still some of them are overpowered and their bodies suffer an attack that they couldn't be ready for, they are both electrocuted and have their systems overcharged while cyber daemons enter into their systems and attack their inner defenses. Of the five Lychguards that have defended their king only two have been affected, only mildly and only seems to suffer an electric paralysis, the other seems to have had its inner cyberware infected by some warp malignant spirit; it lies on the ground while suffering spasm, from its eyes and mouthgrill a darkly coloured oil like substance starts to bubble and leak, its limbs start to bend in impossible positions until the mechanisms that unite its joints end breaking and twisting into a caricature of their former form.

The moment the energy discharge ended you fell back, not because it had became a violent moment but due to the fact that the floor you were originally standing in was now shredded and broken. Apparently the explosion used you as a conduit and created a damaging sphere but didn't left any residue on you, as far as you knew you were completely unharmed.

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>>44231335

With a great rumble the ship started to dangerously tilt to its side, you had also apparently managed to break some mechanism that was placed on your feet and controlled the stability of the ship. From apparently nowhere a swarm of mechanic scarabs appeared and started to repair the floor you were at and bit your feet with an electric touch that was incredibly painful.

Looking around you saw that the ship wasn't only tilting but also loosing altitude, it was going to crash.

>Confront the Silent King now that everybody is confused and attack him while the ship descends.
>Get your Lascannon and jump from the Ghost Ark, shoot in mid air and try to land as best as you can in some rooftop.
>Grab one of those scarabs and jump from the falling transport to safety with your wings
>Write in.

>>44231245
>How you been Ax?

I'm doing pretty well, thanks for asking. How about you?

>>44231354
>>Get your Lascannon and jump from the Ghost Ark, shoot in mid air and try to land as best as you can in some rooftop.

>>44231354
>>Confront the Silent King now that everybody is confused and attack him while the ship descends.
What's the point of grabbing a Scarab ?

>>44231354
>Confront the slient king
>>44231384
Drunk and depressed. Otherwise fine.

Ok just a heads up so people don't get confused.

What we have played with Liwet happens at the same time as this, so when she reaches Telematha and is the Navy and the Merchants fighting the Necron ships that is about a month in the future of what we are playing right now.

>>44231405
>What's the point of grabbing a Scarab ?
He knows pretty much nothing about Necrons, it could be used to study them to some degree.

>>44231413
>Drunk and depressed. Otherwise fine.
That's Christmas for you dude. But hey, if you are really down you can pm me in twitter, I'm up to chat with all of you guys.

>>Get your Lascannon and jump from the Ghost Ark, shoot in mid air and try to land as best as you can in some rooftop.

you can salvage scarabs

Ok, shooting in mid-air wins. I'll need a 1d100 to see how well it goes. The closer it is to 100 the better.

>Get your Lascannon and jump from the Ghost Ark, shoot in mid air and fly down with your wings

>>44231495
Replying to myself, so sad.

Be patient. We can fight him again once we know what we are fighting better. Patience and study.
Like Batman.

Rolled 40 (1d100)

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>44231535

>>44231580
>>44231593
we jump out of the ghost arc mis our lascanon shot and land face first on the street
perfect all acording to heractors plan

rolled 97
what software do you use to roll?

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>44231535

The Luminangelus guides my dice

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>44231535

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>44231554

Rolled 98 (1d100)

Alright, I usually ask for at least a 65. Let's see if my dice is better.

>>44231669
holy shit the ommisah favors you boss

>>44231669
Well fuck.

>>44231669

Hey, your dice are better

>>44231691
so we hit our shot and fall face first through a roof and find a power sword on our way down yes?
we also get impaled by it and we die

>>44231691
True angels can't fall.

>>44231732
or atleast wounded its just a flesh wound

>>44231669
Ave Omminasiah

>>44231628
No software needed, you have to write 1d100 in the Options area.

Rolled 15 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>44231628
put dice+1d20 or 1d100 in the option field you can also do
dice+1d20+5 for instance

Got it.
Thanks.

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>>44231354
>Get your Lascannon and jump from the Ghost Ark, shoot in mid air and fly down with your wings

With a kick you stump several scarabs and then proceed to run towards the end of the transport as fast as you can. The moment you kill these bugs their brethen use their dead body as a raw source of materials and cannibalize their body to transform it into repairs for the damaged parts of the transport. It is a moot point, this Ghost Ark is doomed to crashing. You push all the Necrons away and discover that they are heavier than you considered, your adrenaline lets you advance and leap into the air with an unnatural grace.

On the air and as if you were a gracious bird you turn around while expanding your wings and at the same time you grab the Lascannon that rests on your back, there is power pack already charged. It will be the first time you will have the chance of using your Hell-Hammer Pattern Lascannon and honestly you cannot think of a better occasion. You aim and press the trigger, sensing the fuel pack agitating and turning red hot as its batteries discharge their power into the laser generator and concentrate it on the artificially created focusing crystal.

A massive red laser beam flies from the cannon and impacts on the vehicle. The Omnissiah, in all its glory as focused its attention on your aim and has helped you in the destruction of those foul mechanoid xenos. Your laser beam somehow manages to hit in the same damaged spot that you had created before, transforming all the scarabs that were repairing it into molten slag and turned the already pre-existing hole into a massive gap that completely traversed the interior of the now destroyed vehicle.

>>44232354

You don't manage to completely maintain your attitude and end crashlanding into the windows of a living block with no real damage. After standing up from the crash and looking out you see the final moments of the Ghost Arks and hopefully the aliens that it transports. The Ghost Ark is now spewing green flames and leaking strange fluids while leaving a column of foul smelling smoke. Another living block building intercepted its path, the moment they crashed they all turned into a massive mushroom of fire and debris. The building fell completely and in an instant it became little more than a smoking crater.

This wasn't over yet, by looking out you saw that there were several scarabs coming out of the ruins and that they started devouring the rubbish to liberate the survivors. The only one that became able to leave from the crash site on its own was Szarekh, who got up and looked at your direction defiantly.

Its time to run and act, you don't know where nor what to do but there is no time to lose.

>Try to contact with your Generals.
>Try to find some survivor and ask it what happened.
>Go to the Magii Coven and confront them about what happened.
>Go to the undercity in the search of the psyker Petra.
>Write in.

>>44232379
>try to contact your generals while heading for the undercity

Surely there is fighting going on down there.

>>44232379
>Try to contact with your Generals.
>Go to the undercity in the search of the psyker Petra.

>>44232379
>Try to contact with your Generals.

>>44232379
>Try to contact with your Generals.

Desperately you run into the upper floors of that building in an attempt to reach the roof and head into the skies while at the same time you contact with your Generals. At first you don't manage to get anything but noise and undesired invasive signals on all the possible channels, the signal gets somewhat better the instant you kick the door that communicates with the exterior and the electromagnetic waves end having such resistance. You got them all in a communal conversation, only two of them were online, Georgius and Nathaniella were "offline"

"ANYBODY! RESPOND!"

"Campiní here! What was that? Where is everybody!?"

Usually people like us don't let emotions affect us but in this occasion confusion was dominant and when humans don't know what is happening they get scared and fearful. Campiní's next words were tearful.

"The pillars ascended and...and then there was your face out there and people drove mad and disappeared into the light!"

"I saw it too, I sent some of my servitors towards the greenish light that they emitted and they instantly vanished into thin air, it is some sort of weapon or teleporter?" Added Walthari, the servitor expert.

"I was hoping for you to know it, I was too far away when it happened. Where were you in those moments?"

"As I said, I was close to a pillar with some of my servitors, I observed the incident from afar and sent some servitors when the situation was somewhat more calm. As far as I know all the portals have been deactivated now." Said once again Walthari

>>44232901

"What about you Campiní?" You asked her, knowing that something bad happened due to how stressed she was.

"I...I was with Georgius and Nathaniella, we were the three together discussing the situation when all went to hell. When your face appeared in there Georgius said that he knew that you were truly the Luminangelus and headed into one of those pillars, Nathaniella and I tried to stop him but he got violent...he took Nat with himself and forced her into the light too. I...couldn't help her!"

Campiní was used to combating other vehicles and ships, she was cold and distant as a life warring other vehicles had turned her into an implacable warrior but also into a person who wasn't used to losing friends in such a close situation.

"It's ok...We cannot afford getting possessed by our emotions right now. We are in a extremely dire situation...we have to meet and talk"

>>44232928

You couldn't tell them what had happened via radio, the Necrons seemed to be a very advanced race and they could easily triangulate your position by locating the source of your radio signals.

>Go to the undercity in the search of the psyker Petra.

"Go to these coordinates and descend. We will meet in the darkest part of the well."

You then gave them the coordinates of a sewer that was pretty much above the city that was below the Aquadens metropolis.

There was some distance until you reached that sewer too. Meanwhile you might be able to gather any survivor that hasn't crossed into the Necron pillars and make them join you. The more people that are on your side the better.

>Roll 3d100.

>The first roll will be to indicate how many slaves/civilians we find, we will find one for each multiple of 5 that we have rolled, for example if we roll a 50 we will find 10 civilians.

>The second roll will be to indicate the number of servitors that we find. We will find one of each multiple of 7. If we roll a 50 we will find find 7

>The third roll will be to indicate how many skitarii we find. We will find one of each multiple of 10. If we roll a 50 we will find 5.

Rolled 12, 68, 38 = 118 (3d100)

>>44232947

Rolled 8, 7, 83 = 98 (3d100)

>>44232947

Rolled 35, 46, 85 = 166 (3d100)

>>44232947

>>44233092
This is the winning option.
>We find seven civilians, six servitors and eight skitarii

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Alright guys, I'm hella tired already. I'm so fucking happy we reached the 100 messages, thats something that we didn't managed in some time. Also, this Saturday the quest will make one year...sadly I won't be able to run that day :(

As usual 30 minutes for questions, sugggestions or whatever the hell you want.

>Thanks for playing! Here it is archived, vote if you liked it:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=NHQ85

>>44233254
Thanks for running!
How fucked are we?

>>44233273
We are spinal tap levels of fucked, on a scale of 0 to 10 we are right now on the level 11

>>44233327

Good to hear, it'll just make our victory that much more satisfying

>>44233464
How angry is the silent king? Was liwet's fleet really getting assfucked?

>>44233464
So far none of the arcs have ended with a true "victory". Why do you think that this will end well?

>Prison Arc
Forced to abandon Oihan

>Nurgle purge Arc
We cleaned the frigate only to lose it along with the few friends that we managed to do along the way.

>Kroot hunt Arc
We lose Liwet as she becomes a Sororitas, we are left without any true friend

>Ork Racing Arc
Our victory is moot as in reality it has done nothing but an heretic, the only person we could trust, Karelia, betrays us

>Necron Arc
???

>>44233491
>How angry is the silent king?
Very. He seems to respect humans to some degree but thinks of them as inferior. Imagine if a kid with down syndrome slapped your face and dragged his cock all across your face. That's how he felt.

>Was liwet's fleet really getting assfucked?
In that conflict there were involved several Merchant Ships with weak armament that were on the Space Station above Telematha, several other ships that she wasn't able to see and the Cruiser she was in. With so many ships in such a close distance a Necron spaceship can wreak havoc pretty easily so yes.

>>44233638

Exactly, gotta win at some point here (I am a sucker for the Gambler's Fallacy)

>>44233638
Liwet is going to die before reaching the planet isn't she?

>>44233694
People have told me that I give way too many hints and the anon who guessed that the evil guys were the Crons confirmed it. I won't answer spoiling questions, sorry.

>>44233715
As the guy who guessed it was crons, I'm taking that as a yes. Either that or her ship get's shot down she nearly dies and goes feral according to her heretek programmed nature becoming another Noctum.

Alright, good night guys. It was fun writing for you all today.

Am I the only one who thought we could shoot at Necron command guy again with lascannon?
Nah, too easy.
Never work.
Or would it?