Corpses upon corpses. Not enough to be truly horrifying, yes. 5552 merely stared at the corpses that were piled in a hollowed out altar. It’s just like a cult’s final act of desperation, thinking that sacrificing a handful of corpses would summon a daemon. But it was not that simple. She turned away soon as she saw the symbol. Out of all daemons it had to be that thing.

“M’lord. I suggest we go now. There are only corpses, I fear I will grow sick at such a stench, and I do not wish for a disease that will kill me slowly.” 5552 said.

“I suppose so, return to the vessel, this system is under Imperial Compliance now.”

It was a great break to be back int the vessel again. 5552 rested in her room comfortably until her stomach growled, protesting for sustenance. 5552 broke out her MRE and utilized the mini heating pads. As the MRE cooked the image remained, not the corpses but the symbol. 5552 bit her thumb, nibbling on it like a snack. The MRE bag bloated, leaking out steams from the heat that expanded the bag from inside. 5552 sighed, worrying can come after eating. 5552 opened the bag, licking her lips in anticipation and eyes sparkling in excitement. She needed some kind of food to ease her mind, even if it would be delaying the inevitable.

But of course, as if that god chose to make her life miserable, her door opened as soon as her utensil cut into the meal. 5552 regrettingly placed her utensil aside. She grabbed the hydrated biscuit into the sleeves of her robe then stood up. The Space Marine opened the door.

“Serf. You have been summoned by our Primarch.”

“And here I thought I was being awarded the Star of Terra…” 5552 muttered.

“You are not.”

“It’s called sarc-” 5552 sighed. “Just forget it.”

>>78828986
Inside Magnus’ quarters, there was a birdled scowl spread disapleasuringly on his face. The parchment floated, earning the ire the parchment did not deserve. The wrinkles between his eyes slightly unfolded, enough to be noticed but never to be taken notice of. 5552 waited in silence, only hearing the small scrunch of the parchment and the crackling fire from the torches.

“If one should ask for help, is it not obvious to ask politely?” Magnus said.

“It is obvious, m’lord.”

“Then it seems like you’re smarter than my brother.” Magnus said.

5552 replied with silence, simply awaiting. Magnus handed the parchment to her. The writing was impeccable, as if produced by an artist. The content however… was arrogant and insulting, almost confusing 5552 whether it really was a request for help. It was a demand more than anything.

“When will you aid them?” 5552 said.

Magnus let out a sneering scoff.

“If I had my way, never.” Magnus said assuringly. “I will take my time in responding.”

“I believe it would be wise to help now.” 5552 said. “Perhaps this can be a good way to interact with your brother.”

Magnus raised his eyebrow.

“Do you mean to say ‘bond’?”

“I did. However, I worried such words would bring discomfort knowing your dislike toward the Space Wolves.” 5552 said.

>>78829080
“You are correct. But the sooner I deal with him the better I suppose.” Magnus said. “I am interested in these creatures known as ‘shrike’ and Ark Reach Secundus is said to be a trove of lost knowledge.”

There it was again, his motivation was led by pursuit of lost knowledge than the actual purpose of the Great Crusade itself.

“It looks like you want to tell me something.” Magnus said.

“It is nothing, m’lord.” 5552 said. “I only hope the battle will go well.”

Magnus let out a single arrogant bark of laughter.

“Of course it will be. For an immortal you worry too much.” Magnus said. “You’ve seen what my sons can do. How is it that you still have doubt?”

“I’ve lived too long to trust on mere observations, m’lord.”

“For an immortal, you worry far too much.” Magnus said. “

“Or perhaps you worry too little…” 5552 said.

>>78828951
Cringe.

It was another battlefield, but with a different story. The Word Bearers did their best to ask the system to be under compliance peacefully. However, as all things would be the governing body, the Phoenix Court declined with vitriolic anger. It was then the Space Wolves joined the campaign. The Thousand Sons, the Word Bearers, and the Space Wolves were in an unexpected team during the five months long assault on the Ark Reach Secundus.

5552 absentmindedly sat on the rock. The cruel, cold wind howled. Despite the cold-weather gear provided, the Prospero Spireguard still struggled against the cold. The psychic warriors were also heard to be bordering on fatigue due to the swift war pace of the Space Wolves. Despite their armor hiding their visage, the toll on their pace was noticeable. Inside the temporary base, the foresights gathered to read the future.

The battle, the future, and the fate of the universe was a lot to think about. And a perfect deterrent to keep her mind occupied that wasn’t about the bone chilling cold. 5552’s teeth chattered, even inside the heated base.

“There will be an ambush.”

5552 overheard, and soon the entire base was on alert. The guardsmen prepared their heavy lasguns and the psykers already erected their barriers. Then, the thundering explosion ripped in the air. The destructive symphony of war began. Like the brave immortal 5552 was, she stayed inside the base comfortably.

“You are the perpetual.” The space marine said.

“I am, master astartes. Is there something you need?”

“No, I was ordered to keep you safe. I am Hastar.”

“It is an honor to know the name of an astartes. I am 5552.”

Hastar paused.
“Do you not remember your own name?”

She shrugged.

“It’s not like I’m going to be remembered.”

Holy shit Mama 5s is back! Welcome home Parchment.

more writefaggotry, very good.

>>78828951
Nice. Glad to have you back

Do you think you could add the archive link to the previous thread in future OPs?

>>78830103
>>78830343
>>78831223
Thank you all, I hope you guys enjoy the new version.

Unlike the indifferent and sometimes down right unsympathetic space marines that were the Thousand Sons, Hastar was different. It was like seeing a young soldier brimming with the foolish notion of honor and courage. Though 5552 did not say those words as she was being carried by the said space marine during the march.

If she was being honest, she’d thought she was to walk until exhaustion would kill her then carry the corpse. Then again, the weight of an old woman like her was basically paper. The brutal wind hit against the fabrics and against her air mask.

“That’s what the foresights said? Six months is very short for taking over six systems.” 5552 said confusedly.

“The foresights are never wrong.” Hastar said. “I believe them. Have you not met individuals with such skills such as seeing the future?”

“Perhaps.” 5552 hummed at the possibility. “But my memory is deeper than the deepest chasm in existence. I lack the capacity to remember everything, unlike our Emperor.”

“What’s the oldest memory you have then?”

“I remember tripping on the stairs to the docks back at the palace.” 5552 said. “It was very painful.”

“That was not very long ago.” Hastar said.

“I never said I was good at remembering.” 5552 said.


There was low and thick chuckling, muffled by the helmet. They spoke more, exchanging stories of her time below the Imperial Palace and living in Prospero. Their conversation ended abruptly once they soon reached the final assault point. 5552 jumped off of Hasta’s pauldron then unslung her lasgun to join with the guardsmen.

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>>78832282
Oh yeah I'll do that next time. I just put the 1d4chan link since it already has the archive link.

The battle went on to be expected: A total annihilation. The Word Bearers provided general support. The Space Wolves were a breed of their own, iron fangs tore into the resisting enemies with reckless abandon. Blood spilt anywhere the sons of Leman Russ were. The Thousand Sons, despite their wariness of the rapid pace, still showed their psychic might. Unfathomable powers of the warp displayed what true strength could be, rendering the enemy upon the jaws of raw sorcery. It was a sight of awe, but once the battle ended woe was all that was left. War never changed it seemed. 5552 blanched at the sight of gore, like a child’s aversive reaction to vegetables. 5552 walked along the snowy fields, taking careful steps to not dirty her cold climate gears.

“Yer the immortal, ye look nothin’ for a woman who lived thousands of years.”

Unlike Magnus’ voice, it was thick with an odd accent. He was a giant through and through, in one hand was a sword and an ax. 5552’s neck stretched to the limit to speak with the Fenrisian giant. Upon recognizing his face, she bowed.

“It is an honor to be upon your grace, m’lord.” 5552 said.

The Wold King bended his waist to look at her close, 5552 took a step back. His canines flashed every time he spoke, and the wild free hair somehow remained unfrozen. Immortality did not mean knowledge, for her that is. The gauntlet grabbed her face ever so gently, then her arms and legs.

“Yer also fragile and britt;e.”

“Perpetuity does not mean invulnerability m’lord.” 5552 said.

“Do you possess knowledge or memories of the past?”

“I do not m’lord.” 5552 answered.

“What are ye good at?”

5552 wished that she was back in the vessel, with a heated MRE in her hand, not to indulge in this child’s curious nature.

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>>78832678
“Archiving, stitching, and…” 5552 paused for a moment. “I suppose the general ability of a serf.”

“So yer useless.” The Wolf King said.

“You are right my lord, I am useless.” 5552 agreed quickly.

“With no fangs either.”

“No, I do not possess fangs. I am no wolf. Very astute observation, m’lord.” 5552 said.

“But ye do have a tongue of serpent.” The Wolf King said with a snarl. “Very fitting of your ilk.”

5552’s eyes twitched.
“I suppose so…” 5552 said. “If that is all, I will be making my leave.”

“Stop.”

5552 did as ordered.
“Yes m’lord?”

It was then she noticed the Space Wolves marines were more present than other marines.

“Do ye trust them?”

“Trust who m’lord?”

“The psykers.” The Wolf King said. “Ye’ve seen what they do, and the similarity of those that were tainted. I know ye hide yerself. I ain’t blind, lass. Those psykers are not to be trusted, yer immortality cannot save you from that and ye can’t defend yerself as well.”

5552 paused, long enough to know she should’ve spoken. But how could she? Not when she was slapped with such hypocrisy of a magnitude that might surpass Magnus’ arrogance.

“Yes, and I can’t defend myself against your Rune Priests either. Yet here I am, m’lord, being alongside your sons.”

The Wolf King’s lips contorted to a snarling glower.

"What did ye say?"

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>>78832693

5552 and emps smut when?

>>78832693
Shits going down

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Oh Yeah!
the best perpetual is back!

>>78832693
>"rune priests are not psykers."
>"why"
>"because they're not and I said so."

Not /tg/
Go to your containment board

>>78837229
Not a qst since it's a story with no given choices

Not enough rape in this story, I give it 2/10.

>>78828951
>>78828986
>>78829080
>>78829099
>>78830003
>>78832644
>>78832678
>>78832693
Fuck off to /lit/
>b-but they won't like my thread!
Doesn't matter, it's not /tg/

>>78837503
That's right anon. /tg/ has always been about coom, politics and general threads. NOT writefaggotry.

Let's go back to discord and coordinate our raiding plans.

Bump

>>78837503
I remember both distinctly and fondly the days when this definitely was /tg/. People who are anti-quest are and always have been shit stirring retards looking to create drama where there never needed to be any.

>>78833157
kek
>>78833340
never I don't think that can fit
>>78834968
You have no idea
>>78836482
Thanks anon it's good to be back
>>78837724
>>78838635
I originally did writefaggotry because I enjoyed reading the greens and writefaggotry on 1d4chan. I still want to contribute.


“The Rune Priests, m’lord.” 5552 said calmly. “They are psykers yet I am not afraid of them.”

It was marvelous to see someone who was already deadly looking, to be even deadlier. Upon hearing her words the Rune Priests gathered as well, obviously displeased by the correct comparison. 5552 only hoped that the death would be quick, and the winter gear would survive. She supposed being mauled by men of wolves and wolf spirit to death would be the first.

“Rune Priests ain’t no psykers.” The Wolf King said. “They harness the power of Fenris and use powers unknown by psykers.”

They are different m’lord, but you see…” 5552 said then stopped. “No, you are correct m’lord. Please forgive this foolish serf for thinking otherwise.”

5552 bowed deeply, almost prostrating. With such desperate attempt seen, the space marines of the Space Wolves left. The Wolf King let out a grunt of satisfaction.

“See that ye don’t make the same mistake again.”

The wolves parted away after, and she let out a long sigh of relief. Her tensed shoulders finally relaxed. She sat on a nearby rock as she waited for the last temple to be secured.

“And here I thought you would be in pieces by now.”

5552 rolled her eyes beneath her visor.
“I’m honored that I was in your thoughts, m’lord.”

“I merely saw you on the edge of being devoured by feral wolves.” Magnus clarified gladly. “I have yet to record your regeneration process.”

“To be used as your research subject will bring nothing but joy…” 5552 grumbled. “Is the assault finished?”

>>78839284

“It has, my sons will initiate a scout inside the temple this time.”

“I’m not being sent?” 5552 asked calmly.

“I did not know you enjoy delving into temples. However-”

A commotion interrupted the conversation. The Word Bearers were already thrown off as the Thousand Sons and the Space Wolves were on the verge of tearing each other's necks. On the library steps, the Thousand Sons formed an impromptu barrier toward the entrances, while the Space Wolves were on the verge of breaking through. The Word Bearers marines did their best to mediate between the two legions.

“Oh… that is not good.”

Magnus went off on his own to speak with Leman, which had already devolved into a heated argument. Lorgar did his best to intermediate 5552 merely watched from a distance. Tensions brewed, boiling to a point of no return. While the civilian casualty was not high due to the Thousand Sons' use of psychic powers, she feared there would be casualty done amongst themselves. 5552 silently approached toward the two bickering and one troubled children.

“I have made me claims on this werld, I have the right to do what I want.” Leman said.

“And your answer is to spread destruction with no regard for the loss of knowledge?” Magnus said. “If we lower ourselves to wanton savagery we are no better than beasts.”

“They’re the enemies, who rejected Lorgar’s peaceful invitation. If they are to be under Imperial Compliance their history needs to be forgotten.” Leman said. “The systems must be united by the ideologies of the Imperium.”

>>78839300
“That can be done without the destruction of the library. Let my sons and I dictate what should and should not be released.” Magnus said. “Without my sons this entire system would not have been easily taken. You make a claim when you were not the most instrumental force in this campaign.”

“Brothers, perhaps we should first establish Imperium control first?” Lorgar said leisurely. “Come now, father wouldn’t want us to fight so much.”

“Lord Primarch of the Word Bearers, is correct, m’lord.” 5552 jumped in. “We must establish control lest we waste further time. Did you not have materials to review in your quarters as well?”

“This is no place for you to-”

Magnus cut Leman’s words.
“You dare interrupt me?”

“I do and I already have.” 5552 said frankly.

“Know your place, serf. I am warning you one last time. Death will be slow should you defy me.”

“Magnus, she is a servant of our father. You must treat her with respect.” Lorgar said.

“Lest you forget m’lord, I am to be your guidance neither your serf nor assistant, I merely played along with your whims.” 5552 sad with a blunt indifference. “ I am employed by the Emperor, not by the arrogant child I stand in front of.”

Magnus bristled while Leman laughed, until her attention soon fixed on the Wolf King himself.
“And you, Leman Russ. You are a fool to think if your Rune Priests are not psykers, escape the abyss that is your preconceived notions.” 5552 sighed exasperatingly. “Lord Primarch of the Word Bearers, I thank you for your help. I will take care of this myself.”

"You will what?" Magnus said.

5552 walked toward the marines, where their fingers and hands twitched, ready for violence at any given moment.

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>>78839284
>>78839300
>>78839351
Well I'm done for this thread, thank you for reading everyone.

>>78839740
I'll read it later when I'm not busy, thanks Parchment-kun

>>78839740
Will archive and update the 1d4chan

>>78840598
Thank you as always 1d4anon

>>78840770
Can you write about 5552 being raped by the Space Wolf?

>>78840770
Do you have an idea when the next thread will be?

>>78840859
probably next saturday as well

>>78837229
>>78837503
again you stupid nigger there is a storytelling gen here with prompts this is no different
import /pol/ and /v/ become /pol/ and /v/
>>78839284
>never I don't think that can fit
orly?

>>78828951
bump

Based go on

>>78843899
What traditional game is being discussed here?

>>78828951
Bump for interest

>>78850471
this is a prompt for 40k
no different from this
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>>78850534
I don't see anyone talking about rolling dice anon

>>78850587
someone may play a game based on this anon this is a prompt after all

man i like this story, i want more of it

>>78850587
You need to lurk more if you think thread like this didn't existed before newfag.

>>78850636
They absolutely will not. These kinds of threads are nogames central and exist for those who treat /tg/ as the sci fi/fantasy board. Any time this is pointed out however, the redditors here will chant their battle cry of "fun" and the board needing "OH SEE" in a forced attempt to recreate a screencap from 2009 that they saw on their shithole of a website. You have no place on this board and these threads do nothing g but take up space. Fuck off.

>>78852949
I'll do my part and post more 40k rape threads since tee gee needs more of that in place of this.

>>78850534
Isn't some of the best discussion on /tg/ when it is basically fantasy and sci-fi /lit/? What's the point of all of the world-building and settings if we can't talk about them, speculate on possibilities, and even write fanfiction?

>>78837503
>>78850471
>>78850587
>>78852949
I know what you mean. Personally when I am playing a tabletop game and someone does something other than roll dice, such as talk about a story or some other gay shit, I start screeching at as high a pitch as I can manage while trying to break as much stuff as possible. It usually gets me kicked out of groups because this hobby is infested with redit cancer, so I started my own group. Its hard to get serious players though since most of these fucking retards start by asking what my game is about. Its about rolling dice and numbers you fucking dickheads. How hard is it not to ramble on about gay story bullshit and just roll dice and count numbers?