>>5437071

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The time has come for you to forever cast aside the mask of Kynigos, and act only as yourself upon the blood and tear soaked plains of Nuceria. To retire the name and man is an easy task. Already all believe you to be frail, giving the last few months of your long life to teach others and guide them to better themselves and continue your work of carefully pushing aside soil salted by the apathy of the nobility and hardened by their iron fist rule, to plan the seeds of prosperity and plenty in the once arid ground of the hearts, minds and spirits of the generation to inherit the world you leave behind.

So, you adjust your cover, the illusion you wear, and act sickly and addled as the celebrations of victory begin and high born and children of the slums alike meet and see each other and know each other as both brother, friend and equal. All but the highest masters of your beggar sect, believe you to be standing on the precise, razor edge between life and death, and the celebrations are abated and eventually pause outright, as those who were relishing in their new found privilege to act kindly and generously to their fellow man, and the sense of unity and comfort that came with the newly tightened bonds of comradery and understanding between the classes and families, ceased their revelry to gather around Kynigos the ancient's deathbed.

Not all at once mind you. Proud men, warriors and warhawks, sat by your bedside, and gently poured cups of water and diluted vinegar to ask you of your long life, pleading to be allowed a glimpse of the universal mysteries you had glimpsed. One, the captain of the city guard wept as he, apropos of nothing, told you of his childhood and his early encounters with death, and how your words helped him step from its shadow, but in seeing you brought so low, the long held fear he had of death returned to grasp and claw at his soul. You offered him the truth, that all things must one day end and fade away, and eventually be wholely forgotten, he knew this, yes, but to hear it from the great teacher's own lips drove the lesson deep into his heart and taught him he should cherish the days he has, and live a life painted vividly with all the emotions the hearts of men offers. He spent many an hour by your bedside, listening to your stories closely, his eyes burning with resolve to remembering every word you speak.

He handed in his resignation, not long after, giving up the sword to instead take up the plowshare and pen.

Another who visited you, the eldest surviving son of Lycuarch, sat in solemn, guilty silence, as he peeled and cut fruit to help you eat. It took him days to finally speak, reminiscing of his fallen and lost brothers and sisters, his treacherous uncles, wastrel aunts and slain father.
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>>5437072

His heart was conflicted, between familial love, filial piety and righteous disgust and abhorrence of their lifestyle and actions. You tell him a parable, of a great warrior who hated all that was weak, who met a kindly giant, who with a wave of his hand, brought food and comfort to the lands he had ruined in an effort to force the weakness from his fellow men. You told him, how this warrior cloaked red and black, fought the giant at every turn, undermining his efforts and undoing his good, and grew paranoid that the giant was in fact a warlock seeking to offer up the land and her people as a meal to demonic hordes. You told him, the giant was eventually made to don the mask of the ogre, and unleash the black rage he had kept bottled and hidden upon the great warrior, as he sough to scour all the good he had done from the earth and root out the prosperity and comfort he had spread with his own two, blood soaked hands. How the giant, after a long, arduous battle, slew the warrior, and knelt beside his headless body as he wept.

"Not for the man he was, but the man he could have been" You rasp weakly as the young boy, barely older than Qian Xiaowen or Yin Delun. You see in his face, the face of Daiyu, as she stood with fierce eyes, ready to stand between you and her kin who had not shared her worm of a father's disgusting habits and extravagant lifestyle. You see in his tears, the pleading look of Luli. You see your students in his tear wetted cheeks. You, weakly, gingerly, carefully, lift a reed thin arm and brush your pale knuckles over his cheeks.

"For the giant wept, as in his wisdom, he knew that man could have been saved from what he had become, had they only met a few years earlier than they had" You gasp weakly, eyes wide, as the young lordling takes your hand and presses his forehead to it, without words saying he understands the truth you spoke to him

Aegeus, the urchin whom you saved from the abusive guards and who was one of the first members of your beggar sect, bursts into your rooms, drunk, wailing, crying, roaring and cursing at the heavens as he stomps around. His words become muddled and slurred, as his anger and outrage turns to sorrow as he falls to his knees at your bedside, begging you not to leave him and the other beggars, crying out for all to hear that they need your guidance and teaching. That without their tutelage they will be as blind as cave bats, and as weak and helpless as kittens once more. The scarred brat, now a fine young man with an idealistic heart and strong convictions and morals, weeps into your chest, wetting the thin blanket you wear as he releases all of his powerful, young emotions, confused and scared despite having seen and met death more times than any child should.
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>>5437073

"Grandson of mine, disciple of mine, fair and first student of a rambling old man, I am not needed for you or anyone else to learn. Enlightenment cannot be found by one man, it can be found anywhere and by anyone. No one, not even I, is all knowing and no one shall ever possess all of the wisdom and learning out there in the world and beyond the skies, in distant heavens. You speak as if I am invaluable, there may never be another Kynigos, but that is because all individuals are irreplicable, no matter their ability or talents" You whisper softly in his ear, pressing your chin against his head "But, another teacher you shall find, or a teacher you shall become. I have written and describe, the vividness of which I see the world and hearts of men, and the ideals I have kept all my life. It shall not be as if my wisdom is gone forever, like a clay figure tossed carelessly in churning waters"

"But, but those are just words, written in ink! Your living wisdom is!" Aegeus cries out

"In those words. I have written them all my life. My world view is preserved as long as others read and believe in what I have left behind. But a legacy is as transient as this mortal life. Find your own wisdom, see the world through your own eyes. Learn, teach. I have lived a long, fruitful life, it is time for me to pass on. Though it may be sad, cling not to my memory bitterly, but rather hold the brief light I shed joyfully and mirthfully laugh as you remember the short time we shared upon this discordant plane known as life" You say gingerly, chuckling as you laid back and closed your eyes "Tell the others, I shall miss them, and await to find them in my next life"

"Next life?' Aegeus asked, but you were already pretending to be asleep, and unaware.

You acted marvelously, the sad play of a man who has come to the end of his storied life, weakening and groing frailer and less cognizant by the passing day. More tears were shed, as you pretend to mistake your vistors for others, whose faces and names had been last in the ever flowing river of time's relentless march, some times you did not speak at all, and merely gaped and stared as they spoke to you, sharing their trauma and pains to a silent audience of one. Other times, your eyes sparkled, and you became aware enough to speak openly, answering questions and sharing koans and idioms to help them understand what you could not answer directly. In Kynigos final days, he spent all his remaining energy and breath acting as a teacher, determined to share final fragments of his rapidly eroding wisdom that had endured until his final days, content to give all he had left to pass on a handful of final revelations and insights of the universe and human condition.
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>>5437074

Then, with a bit of clever psykerism, you created a false fever and listened as grim voiced physicians and robed mechanophiles spoke to those who saw you as their grandfather in all but blood, and held you as their teacher, mentor and guiding light that despite its humble earthly vessel shined as brightly as any star in the night sky. They spoke, in hushed whispers, that only a few hours at most remained in the threads of the elderly Kynigos' life, and that it was uncertain how long you would remain cognizant of the world and people around you. So, quickly, the leaders of the free city of Loc'ea discussed, debated, and decided that the ones closest to Kynigos, amongst his gladiators, urchin friends and students of the high born, would be allowed to meet him one last time, to say their parting words and hopefully receive a final gift of guidance, to show them the path they should take forward once they had lost the radiant brilliance of old Kynigos

It was a heart wrenching performance to take part in, and guilt weighed heavily upon your moonlight infused heart, as you listened to these men, who did not know you would survive the "end" of Kynigos, and were terrified to be left alone in a cold, cruel world without the comforting light of your clouded eyes and the insights that had lead them to take the reigns of their future and find a new world cast in a light of compassion and sympathy. It was painful, to meet these heartfelt pleas and stumbled promise to search for the "next Kynigos" as the Nucerians haven't yet grasped the concept of reincarnation as intuitively as some have and don't quite understand what you mean when you speak of your "next life". Or have mistaken your flowery speech and metaphors for something more concrete and tangible, or have mistaken your more curt and straightforward explanations as empty flamboyance and purple prose. Once more you are reminded, most cultures are far less baroque in their speech and often do not use as much symbolism and age old phrases and poetic verse in their ever day conversations as you and most Long-Jianese do habitually. Really, it is telling that of all the tongues you have learned, the ancient words of the Aeldari are the closest to your native language in complexity and grace than any of those spoken by your fellow man.

But, you banish this wayward thought, to listen intently to the tearful goodbyes and apologies spoken by your gathered mourners, as they move on from begging you to hang on a few days more, to help lead them into the future, to quietly and calmly accepting that nothing can be done to preserve a body whose mind and soul has, apparently, already fled it to whatever lies beyond the finality of death. And, you cannot resist, despite the heavy weight of guilt and grief you feel for tricking these good men into enduring such emotional agony, to not perform a final, dramatic act in the role of Kynigos the ancient of Nuceria
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>>5437076

At first, you had intended to leave a final entry in your journal, subtly pushing them to align themselves with your brother, Angron, and leaving them to decide their own fate and future. But, your mischievous, playful side demands a little flair in your departure from this act, and while you are well in control of your whims and emotions, self control is not a virtue one should keep until they become as a heartless machine, and so you allow yourself to indulge in this harmless flight of fanciful fun.

Sitting upright, beading with sweat, you grab ahold of the nearest mourner and drag yourself to him, milky eyes blazing with impassioned understanding and sudden comprehension, and the terror of not being able to pass on the final revelation that had, in Kynigo's last breaths, coursed through him like an electrical current.

"Hear me! One who stands higher than any other, has emerged from pits drowned in blood and tears! Cast aside your collars, forsake your chains! The great liberator walks amongst us! An unseen titan, a hidden savior! Yet unknown to all but those who shared in his suffering, find him, seek him out. He is unbowed, unchained, unbroken! I..I" You exclaim, shouting suddenly enough to frighten those gathered around your bed, who leap back or recoil at your outburst "He..he is the..hah, I see"

And then you stiffen, fall forward, and are only kept from falling to the floor by the man who you had chosen to cling onto. Your burial is put aside for a few moments, as those in the room recover from their shock, shed their last tears, set you in your bed, comb your beard and position you to appear more dignified as they leave to announce your "Death" to their peers and the masses below.

You are interred quietly, in a curious stone casket set aside in the halls of the Loc'ria palace, and there you stay, as the whole city is allowed to, like pilgrims, walk to your resting place and look upon the visage of the now lifeless sage. It is remarkably and respectfully orderly, admirably scheduled and planned, with the mourners efficiently divided and guides through the palace to take part in your wake and entombment. Flowers are left atop you, dried fruit, jars of vinegar and honey, weapons held by the gladiators you raised and coins marred by grime still warm from the beggar palms they came from. Then, as the last of those who cared to give their farewells as Kynigos departed the moral coil, you were left in the dark and could hear distantly, through many layers of stone and the relentless chugging, whirring, buzzing of age worn technology left painfully unguarded and uncared, the solemn grieving of most if not all of Loc'ea.
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>>5437077

Quietly, you removed the top of your stone tomb, set it back atop the now empty container, grabbing only a single jar of wine to share with Feng as you travel to Angron's fort, and cast off for a final time, the kindly age worn mask of Kynigos. You wonder, when Guozhi departs from this life, will as many tears be shed for your honored teacher, as had been for Kynigos?

You idly pursue this thought, creeping through the shadows and atop rooftops, speaking only to the beggars who you had told of the falseness of the identity of Kynigos, to inform them of your plans for the beggar sect and war that has only just began. Then, you walk once more into the wilderness, with long, bounding strides and a bouncing rhythm to your pace as you sing to the wind and the skies, the folk-song of Kind golden eyes in your native tongue.

And as Loc'ea becomes a spec on the horizon, and the beating sun retreats from the horizon and the whole world cools and is bathed in pale violet light, your song is returned by your Brother Feng, whose eyes widen as he sees the large jar of wine you are carrying upon your back and the playful, innocent, almost bashful smile you wear.

The two of you, taking a cup each of the strange, yet pleasant red grape wine, sing a bawdy song that Lai Song taught you, of the woes of two courtesans, complaining and bemoaning their lot in life to eachother, while insulting their clients' appearance, manners and other attributes, trying to get the other to admit they have it better or enjoy their unladylike profession. It is quite amusing, for both your booming voice and Feng's somewhat rough and growling one to lighten and crisp to imitate the haughty, airy tone of two pampered, spoilt ladies of a most shameful profession, squeaking and shrilling as you two dance and laugh at each other's performance. You even break out one of your fans to hide your face and flutter daintily in front of it as you two travel through the woods, for the first time in a long time acting as brothers and friends without the weight of your shared and great responsibilities darkening over you and shading your interactions somber and grave.

Eventually, both of you tire and are exhausted by the festivity and gayety of this singing and dancing game, and begin to talk of important matters.

"I've received word the main force shall arrive soon, Dong, Hu, and Wei will arrive the day before the rest of them do" Feng explains, his cheeks still flushed as he brings his cup of wine to his scarred lips "Heard Clayton will be next, piloting that great steel giant of his, along with your sons...I'll feel more at ease with your blood on this world...well besides this mysterious brother of yours, those Astartes are fierce warriors, stalwart and unflinching. Like a whole legion of Cui Fu or Vishnu Screamers. And the normal folk who follow them are just as skilled as any Shangralan veteran"
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>>5437078

"hmm, I see. I see" You say, pursing your lips as you twirl snap closed your fan and tap it to your chin "Well, I'm certain Angron will welcome their assistance as much as our enemies scorn it. And know that you, Feng, are as much of my brother as he is, even though we do not share fathers or blood"

"Oh I am aware, I'll never lose my place in your heart, even if you live a hundred years longer than I" Feng said confidently, with a roguish smirk "I'm just curious to see if he's anything like you or your sons"

"You shall meet him soon to see for yourself" You say, eyes catching a curious weapon on Feng's side, but decide not to question it, knowing he intends to present it to you, after you had arrived at your brother's camp. But from, a glance, it seems to be a cousin to the rare volkite weapons in service to your father's legion, a distant variation, perhaps an improvement or outdated model preserved through the ages. Curious how such a relic found its way to this world, when from your understanding, only a few survived upon terran soil

How do you introduce Feng to Angron, as you arrive to hear of his first successful battle, Lieren?

>By telling your brother of your brother's great deeds and many accomplishments

>By seeing if Feng could sneak up on your brother primarch

>Tell Angron and his father and followers of your Brothers of the Panther, and have Feng appear dramatically at the height of the story

>Introduce them properly, and tell your brother Feng has brought good news concerning the arrival of reinforcements

>write in

>>5437079
>Introduce them properly, and tell your brother Feng has brought good news concerning the arrival of reinforcements
We are at war now, we have fallen in line so to the point, though give our brother a little flair. We dont want misunderstandings or someone trying to fight him thinking him a spy

>>5437079
>Introduce them properly, and tell your brother Feng has brought good news concerning the arrival of reinforcements

>>5437079
>>Tell Angron and his father and followers of your Brothers of the Panther, and have Feng appear dramatically at the height of the story
>>Introduce them properly, and tell your brother Feng has brought good news concerning the arrival of reinforcements
Sneaking up on people is a proper introduction for Feng.

>>5437079
>Introduce them properly, and tell your brother Feng has brought good news concerning the arrival of reinforcements

>>5437079
>Introduce them properly, and tell your brother Feng has brought good news concerning the arrival of reinforcements

>>5437079
>By seeing if Feng could sneak up on your brother primarch
>Introduce them properly, and tell your brother Feng has brought good news concerning the arrival of reinforcements

>>5437079
>By seeing if Feng could sneak up on your brother primarch
>Introduce them properly, and tell your brother Feng has brought good news concerning the arrival of reinforcements

>>5437079
>Introduce them properly, and tell your brother Feng has brought good news concerning the arrival of reinforcements

>Tell Angron and his father and followers of your Brothers of the Panther, and have Feng appear dramatically at the height of the story

>>5437079
>By seeing if Feng could sneak up on your brother primarch
>Introduce them properly, and tell your brother Feng has brought good news concerning the arrival of reinforcements

>>5437079
>>Introduce them properly, and tell your brother Feng has brought good news concerning the arrival of reinforcements

>>5437079
>>By seeing if Feng could sneak up on your brother primarch

>>5437079
>>Introduce them properly, and tell your brother Feng has brought good news concerning the arrival of reinforcements
sure

So lads do we think Alpharius is watching us meeting the Emperor and quietly happy he has a comrade in shenanigans.
You know...given he was found first according to his Novel.

>>5437952
Possibly. Its a posability that the twins might appreciate Lieren's use of drama.

>>5437952
>>5438100
I am now awaiting a heavily redacted inquisitorial file titled the Panther and Hydra shadow wars

>>5438149
instead of <Data Redacted> it's mostly <Insufficient Data> or <Data Unclear>

>>5437952
Last I checked that was new lore.

>>5438187
doesn't mean he can't use it.

>>5437952
But he is Alpharius, and this is a lie

>>By seeing if Feng could sneak up on your brother primarch

>>5438149
It's just a file consisting of what little information is known about all of the elaborate pranks Lieren and Alpharius have played on each other

>>5438350
The only non redacted information reads "I have no fucking idea what is happening"

That could be cool. Kind of like a battles of lies, deception, and infiltration whereas Konrad's and Corax's legions have had wars of stealth and shadows.>>5438395

>>5437952
Alpharius tries to pull the same trick on lierren that he tried to pull on dorn.

>Wich one of us is the real alpharius
>Lierren just responds with "It was ME the WHOLE TIME! IM ALPHARIUS" and just levitates out of the room.

>>5437079
>Introduce them properly, and tell your brother Feng has brought good news concerning the arrival of reinforcements

The relic that Magnus kept in a protective field intrigued him more than any in the past, while he'd observed relics and fragments of the so called Four Great Winds this so somehow both something new and old? The tome was made made of equal parts ivory, onyx and gold. He knew he'd be destroying the thing shortly but still he struggled to resist the temptation to delve into it especially after how he'd found it... simply placed open upon his desk.

The pages he saw were written in the language of his homeworld but he could tell it was more a chemelionic effect born to ensure its contents were understood. The open pages he saw were a set of mirrored images open pages of opposing black and white. On the black page the monster he'd met, witnessed and fought so very long ago alongside Lieren, the outline a crisp white. While upon the other was a figure disturbingly similar to that very dear brother, what united the two images was something that stirred his heart with worry. Golden Eyes.

The text had said something oh so simple; Destroying Chaos in service of chaos, Chaos of service in chaos destroying. He'd sealed the thing instantly and even now as he preped a specialist urn to unmake the thing...he worried about those words and a question came to him.

How had his so careful brother found his way into the depths truly?

From the archives of Titan.
For Grey Knight Command only.

Lore: MALICE/MALAL

Titles: Hierarch of Terror and Anarchy," the "Renegade God," the "Lost God" or the "Rejected God," Also known as Pure Chaos, "The Forgotten God", the "Remembered God", "God of Contradiction", and the "God of Black and White".

Number: 11

Icon: A skull possessing one black eye and one white eye where the skull is split down the middle with each side bearing the color opposite to the eye located on their respective side.

Portfolio: Contradiction, Self-Harm, Suicide, Anarchy, Freedom, Malice, Undirected Destruction.

Cultists: Suiciders, Anarchists, factorum workers, prisoners, those who hate the gods, those who hate themselves, those who hate the universe, those who hate their superiors, Omnicidal lunatics.

Blessings: Anti-chaos properties, chields bearing its iconic symbol, visions of the future that contradict but are often true and not deceiving, resistance to the blessing of other chaos gods, the ability to inspire anarchy revolution, rebellion, or suicide in others. Contradictory states of being.

Mutations: Horns, bone weaponry limbs, insectoid,slug-like, arachnoid, carrion-like features, chitinous plating, minor strength or psychic gifts, the ability to see beyond the deceptions of other chaos gods.

Lesser Demons: appear as varied mortal races composed of insectoid, carrion, arachnoid, sluglike, or dedicated corpselike features. Wield ossified bladed weapons, mauled limbs, armored chiton, scythe-like blades, or some combination of these. May also appear as bizarre combinations of conflicting states of being melded together.

Greater Demons: Little is known about Malice/Malals greater demons beyond that they often are composed of mortal champions who achieved apotheosis. Malal/Malice unlike other chaos gods rarely fashions shards itself into individual semi-sapient demon princes. The only known greater demon of Malice/Malal not known to originate from mortals is a large humanoid demon of great color, curved horns, and a hyena/jackal-head grasping in a large taloned hand either a single greater demon of a rival chaos god or a large gathering lesser demons each belonging to rival chaos powers.

Primary goal: The destruction of all chaos entities including itself and to a lesser degree the mortal races that empower them. Malice/Malal seeks to return the warp to a quiet placide state where the beings that inhabit it lose their ability to directly affect the material universe.

Calling the vote now, sorry for the long wait.

Introduce them properly, and tell your brother Feng has brought good news concerning the arrival of reinforcements:12

Tell Angron and his father and followers of your Brothers of the Panther, and have Feng appear dramatically at the height of the story:2

By seeing if Feng could sneak up on your brother primarch:5

Tell Angron and his father and followers of your Brothers of the Panther, and have Feng appear dramatically at the height of the story: 2

Total votes:15

So Lieren will Properly Introduce Angron and Feng to one another, and tell him the goods news.

Writing now.

>>5439392
Ooh, foreboding

>>5439435
Neat

The hidden fortress you had revealed to Angron, that housed his followers and army, was alive with celebration and the grim cheer of victorious warriors. The excitement of battles fought and won, infected the air itself, as if it was carried by the resounding beat of drums and feat and the hollering cheers and shouted tales and praises of prowess in the killing fields or the valor one or another had shown in the brutal fighting that had been carried out days prior. Feng, at your side and matching your pace as best as he is able to with the disparity between his frame and yours, smiles as the cacophony of the song of war hawks and soldiers who have yet to taste the bitter kiss of defeat inspires nostalgia within his hunter's blood. Yes, in your own imagination, you can picture exactly who has caused him to look upon such barbaric revelry with such warm fondness. Akanksha, dressed in her cloak of many colored feathers and little more, hopping and skipping to and for like a sparrow hunting beetles. You, soon, share your brother's quite joy in the cantankerous festival of the freed men of Nuceria, but, you own smile shrinks and wilts, as in your mind's eye, Akanksha is joined first by the once cheerful now dour Aruna and the meek and humble Om, as shades of the Kamakshi, Manu and Rudra appear through within the smoke and mist shrouding the daydreamed vision that inched its way out of the depths of your mind.

Shaking your head, hoping to banish the now upsetting image from it, you stride further and faster, making Feng have to jog to keep up with you. With chest and head held high, you confidently and proudly march to the, wisely, closed gate of the strong hold, as Feng practically skips to make it to your side as You lift up a tightly clenched fist. Tightening your hand and compressing it enough that it could distort and bend steel with ease, allowing the light discomfort of pressing your fingers forcefully to your palm to clear your mind of sorrowful dreams and washing your heart of the sadness that had been brought upon it by your idle fantasies. Then, as Feng lifted his shoulders and composed himself to stand as if he was a giant of your stature or taller, you brought your now whitened knuckles against the reinforced gates, rapping it loudly four times with enough force to crack the wood and cause the stone and steel reinforcing it to buckle and tremble.

Silence immediately falls, as you shake your hand, still feeling the reverberations of your knocking rippling from it down to your elbow. Feng holds his rifle over his shoulders and closes his eyes, taking in a long, thoughtful breath as the gates creak apart and fire light billows and pours out from the sanctity behind the walls to banish and chase away the shadows gathering as night encroaches ever closer on the mountains and the citadel tucked within them.

And as if summoned by the red gold light of the camp's fires, your brother Angron stands before you.

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>>5439717

Meeting his eyes, you smile softly, as you notice upon his lips a relieved smile. He doesn't notice Feng, and neither do the gladiators who stand at his side, spears and shields raised against any threat that may dare to approach their beloved leader.

"Brother, you've returned to us" Angron says happily, his flushed cheeks telling you he had found or pilfered enough alcohol to by pass his bodies near complete immunity to all but the most virulent of poisons, something that, for yourself, required what would be a lethal dose of Dragon's spit spirits for several dozen men "I was beginning to wonder if you had become entangled in the web of intrigue you wove. Come in from the cold and dark! I have much to tell you! We've been successful in our war beyond even the wildest dreams of the most idealistic amongst us!"

Feng clicks his tongue, waiting patiently to be noticed, twisting his heel in the dirt as he tried to peak past the armored frame of your brother, who blocked most of the gate as you stood before it, hands tucked securely in the sleeves of your robes. Angron, noticed your silence, despite his slightly intoxicated state, and glanced down, as he noticed you were waiting for him to see who stood at your side.

And so, The unbeaten and the foremost of the Brothers of the panther met one another's eyes, and Angron's expression grew hard and bitter as it was when he had just freed himself from his chains. He's testing Feng's mettle, courage and will, as you often would by simply focusing your gaze for a moment or two longer than was necessary to study and learn about the character and nature of those who stood before you.

Feng, immunized to most mundane mortal fears and having long since grown used to your own burrowing sight and burning gaze, is perhaps one of the first to look at a glowering Angron with curiosity rather than terror or dread. Being met with such apathy, pleases Angron, as it immediately shows just how hardened of a warrior Feng is and the strength of his nerve and discipline. It shows on his face, beneath the scars and angered mask he wears.

"You aren't from Nuceria are you?" Angron asked gently, his eyes lightening before his expression did. Feng turned to you, eyes wide and curious. As he possessed no psykerist potential and had not studied and learned the native tongues and dialects of this world so alien to him, to him, what Angron said was rough, unpleasant gibberish.

"He asked if you're a foreigner to the great red canyons of his home" You say quietly, bowing your head as Angron turned to you, picking through your sentence with both what little Long Jianese he knew and his barely trained wind whispering

"I didn't say it like that" He barks between the pause of you translating his words and Feng thinking up a reply
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>>5439719

"Obviously" Feng stated with a shrug "The differences between the faces of men of Long-Jia and this strange world are easily seen. For one, their eyes look constantly surprised and wide open, despite the painful light they are assaulted with"

"Of course this man was not born upon the sands, but rather a world veiled by cool mists and white fog, look upon his eyes and the features of his face, bred and raised in a land very different from your own, the answer must be clear, he and I hail from the same bejeweled sphere in the night sky" You answers with a coy smirk, as Angron closes his eyes, crosses his arms and sighs, clearly annoyed by the liberties you are taking in translating their conversation

"What a strange language" One of Angron's unnecessary guards mutters in awe, after hearing the soft, almost wind like words of the gentle tongue of the Long-Jian people

"That one looks dangerous, see his eyes? They're tracking our throats?"
"What about that pelt he wears? Never seen a lion that big begore"
"Pelt? I was looking at his scars! He's a survivor, this one"
"He didn't even budge when Thal'kyr glared him down"

"They're talking about me" Feng whispered, you nodded as Angron, silently, looked him up and down, waiting for you to speak a flowery interpretation of what he's said, you allow the silence to hang and linger, as the growing crowd behind Angron gossips and whispers.

"I can tell he's important, would you care to introduce us brother, or is there some lengthy ceremony your people perform when they first meet, that he expects me to follow" Angron asked, half jokingly

"His tone is dry, and hollow. He must be growing weary of your ponderous meanderings of the tongue, or...does he simply not appreciate the beauty of your words? His words sound harsh and snappy, like breaking bamboo" Feng muses idly

"He's expecting their to be a traditional ceremony of introduction, the kind of stifling etiquette sometimes practiced amongst the nobility and those with excess of both wealth and haughtiness" You chuckle, amused by the confusion between your brother by blood and brother by sworn oath "And has asked if I, perchance, would accept the great privilege to have the honors of introducing him to you, and you to him, so my brothers may know each other by name and deed"

Feng laughed, finding the humor as well.

"Please tell me there is not an extensive, complicated ritual of saying greetings on Shangrala" Angron growled through his teeth

"Oh no, we just thought the thought to be amusing. I would be honored to introduce the two of you" You say, bowing back and pulling your hands from your sleeves "Feng"

You lash your arm outwards, and motion to your brother, who looks down at your arm and tilts his head, confused by the gesture.

"Angron Thal'kyr" You say, which Feng easily understands
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>>5439722

"He's Feng then, Feng what?" Angron asked earnestly and curiously, letting down his guard completely at last

"Just Feng. Just as I am just Lieren' You say, placing a hand between you twin hearts as you bow your head

"That doesn't seem right" Angron grumbles "But, I suppose cultures as separated as ours would have...differences"

"Of course these differences embody in part the beauty and uniqueness of each culture and people, and should be celebrated" You say with a toothy grin "Feng is one of the first huntsmen I trained in my village of birth, Nothing, to hunt the dangerous man eating beasts we call Fog Panthers, noble and proud creatures they are. He survived a mauling on his first solo hunt, and has proven, despite the injuries he's carried from that day, to be second only to myself amongst trackers, stalkers and killers upon Shangrala"

"That is quite the impressive boast, and as it was spoken by you, it is believable. There's a hardness in his eyes, he'd have done well in the arena's here" Angron said with a nod as he relaxed and lowered his shoulders

"I told him of your skills of a hunter, and the beginnings of our friends, and your great talent as a man of the wilds and kin of the panthers. He says your eyes are fierce, with a career combatant's calm and that he believes you would excel in the tournaments he was once forced to take part of himself" You say quickly, as Feng smiles somewhat smugly, enjoying the praise he cannot understand without your assistance "Angron, was taken from his birth and collared and chained, forced to fight for the amusement of the tyrants whom yet rule this plane, the cruel and wicked high riders, who abuse the technologies of our ancestors"

Feng shoots an pitying look to Angron, and bows his head, kneeling to show his admiration to him for enduring such abuse, without saying a word.

"What did you tell him?" Angron asked, taken aback by the sudden show of submission and reverence

"Only the truth, that, unlike my own upbringing, raised as equal and friend of humble farmers, that you were taken from your crib and made to fight and kill for the entertainment of tyrants" You say softly "He is merely showing his regard towards you for enduring such torments, and making a show of sharing your pain, grieving for what you had been made to endure"

"I'm starting to realize there is an entire planet of men like you, Brother" Angron said with a laugh and mock dread "Tell him to stand, I won't have anyone but the high riders kneel before me. I am no king, nor master"

You nodded, and motioned with your hand to indicate to Feng he had knelt as long as was necessary for etiquettes sake, and so he rose.

"I take it my feelings got across, despite the distance between us imposed by our inability to comprehend one another's intentions and feelings through words we do not yet share?" Feng asked respectfully.
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>>5439724

You answered with only a nod, as you stepped forward, and clapped your hands together, creating a gust of wind that removed all the dirt and grime from your shapeshifting robes in a singular motion.

"There, I have introduced you as properly and politely as I can possibly do so, considering the barrier erected between the two of you who do not share a common tongue." You proclaim joyously "And, now that you are acquainted, I must deliver the good news my friend Feng has brought to me!"

Sensing you intended to be dramatic, Angron stepped out of your way, allowing you to address and hold the attention of all of those who crowded behind him to see what was going on and try to catch sight of the mysterious stranger accompanying the mysterious brother of the Lord of the red sands.

"That while he is the first to arrive of the companions I have called, he shall soon be joined by others, veterans of the wars of my own world, and trusted allies and friends true of mine, whom, like he, I have fought alongside for all my life, who share the same vicious disdain I hold for all tyrants and oppressors" You say with a smile

"You did say, when we first met, that those who joined me in freedom were the only army we presently commanded, eh brother" Angron said with a beaming smile and anticipation in his eyes "I take it, this shall be our second army?"

"Our forces have already increased since you were last at the fort, Lieren" Oenomaus said cooly as he emerged from the crowd and met Feng as he flippantly entered the fortress, and began scrutinizing its defenses and defenders "And this is...another star man?"

"Apparently, he was trained by Lieren personally, father" Angron explains "And is held, on his planet, to be the second greatest warrior born since Lieren himself"

Not exactly the intention of your description of him, but it was close enough for the older gladiator to understand Feng's worth and skill.

"Even looking like he's been chewed up and spat out? Surely they could've fixed his limp at least" he remarks, and Feng, as if he could understand the reference to his injuries, narrowed his eyes.

"He could have, but he wears that limp and every lameness brought upon by his wound as badges of pride. And, even refusing treatment, he remains more deadly than the panther whose fur he wears" You say quietly, as the crowd surrounding you, Angron, Feng and Oenomaus fully grasp that you and Angron had just announced that reinforcements would soon arrive to join their struggle, and so, forgetting the excitement of your return and Feng's appearance, returned to their festivities with renewed energy and glee.

The older gladiator narrowed his eyes, clearly suspicious of Feng's capabilities.

"Most of the high rider's dogs are augmented just as much as we are, or more. Think he could match them?" He asked rudely

You tilted your head and frowned.
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>>5439729

"He has killed much stronger than anyone gathered here, besides Angron and Myself, I did not exaggerate when I spoke of and praised his talent as a killer" You say softly, yet sternly to get your point across

"Even as a near cripple" he gasped incredulously

"Feng doesn't fight unless he has to" You say, bowing to show respect to your brother's adoptive father and mentor "The order he is apart of, prides itself on mimicking the Fog Panther's natural expertise, by striking their prey and ending them before they are even noticed"

"Spooky" Oenomaus says with a smirk

"He's already carried out several assassinations, underneath the attention of all this world's rulers and kings" You say with a friendly smile, as Angron took in a sharp breath through his nose

"He was the one who killed the Thal'kr's general" He said, his tone one of amazement "No one knew who put him down, but I had thought it was just because of how violent and chaotic the battle was, that day, the first proper fight my army had was bound to be confusing, despite training our fangs earlier...but he was there"

Angron's father, losing his disbelief quickly, looked between his son and you, and then back at Feng, who hobbled into the fort's courtyard, and quickly became surrounded and hidden by curious children, gladiators and former servants, who had never seen a man like him of their size, and so crowded around him to gawk and stare.

"Yes, I asked him to. Feng has never once disappointed me with failure" You say plainly, as you watch the party thrown to celebrate the continued success of the rebel army

"Incredible" Angron said with a whistle "In the arena's, someone as beat up as he is would be put down, but even with his handicaps, he snuck onto a chaotic battlefield, took the head of one of its leaders, and vanished. If those Fog panthers are the ideal men like him wish to reach, they must be monsters worthy of myth"

"They are beasts like any other" You laugh, waving your hand "Believe me, for I have seen living myths. Enjoy yourself brother, you've earned this reward of a night's reprieve from your struggle, as the whole of your army. I shall be with Feng, my brother from Nothing. When the festivities end, I shall give a detailed ledger of the forces I have rallied to your banner"

"No, you and Him are staying with me!" Angron shouted, grabbing you by your shoulder "It is best I get acquainted with the man so respected by my brother, and make friends with him. And who better to help, than the only friend he and I share"

You sigh and smile, and follow your brother's lead
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>>5439735

What do you do now, Lieren?

>Find a chance to test Angron to see how he'll react to your relationship with Kanzeon, and her nature, to see if you can tell at least one brother of your beloved.

>Reach out with Wind Whispering, to see if you can sense the arrival of the reinforcements from shangrala

>Introduce Feng's beggar students to Angron's army, and ask him permission to lead them and Feng on "Hunting parties" against the High riders

>Spar with Angron, as you discuss the next step in his plan to liberate his world

>Write in

>>5439738
>Wait until Angron is no longer intoxicated, then request a spar with him as you discuss the next step in his plan to liberate his world
No fucking johns and no handicaps.

>>5439738
>Introduce Feng's beggar students to Angron's army, and ask him permission to lead them and Feng on "Hunting parties" against the High riders
>Reach out with Wind Whispering, to see if you can sense the arrival of the reinforcements from shangrala

>>5439738
>>Find a chance to test Angron to see how he'll react to your relationship with Kanzeon, and her nature, to see if you can tell at least one brother of your beloved.

>>5439738
>>Find a chance to test Angron to see how he'll react to your relationship with Kanzeon, and her nature, to see if you can tell at least one brother of your beloved.
>Introduce Feng's beggar students to Angron's army, and ask him permission to lead them and Feng on "Hunting parties" against the High riders

Wait, didn't we already tell pert of Kanzeon?

>>5439738
>Find a chance to test Angron
>Introduce the beggar students.

>>5439738
>Introduce Feng's beggar students to Angron's army, and ask him permission to lead them and Feng on "Hunting parties" against the High riders
>Find a chance to test Angron to see how he'll react to your relationship with Kanzeon, and her nature, to see if you can tell at least one brother of your beloved.

Magnus doesn't actually know about Kanzeon does he? Honestly I think he is more then trustworthy with the knowledge.

>>5439738
>Find a chance to test Angron to see how he'll react to your relationship with Kanzeon, and her nature, to see if you can tell at least one brother of your beloved.
>Reach out with Wind Whispering, to see if you can sense the arrival of the reinforcements from shangrala

>>5439795
Yeah he just doesn't know that she's a spaceship. I don't think Magnus knows about her at all though.

>>5439738
>Write in minor detail
For the night spend it making sure Feng has a translator so nothing goes wrong teaching him at least some basic words so he can work things out. Poor Panther in a sea of lions

>Wait until Angron is no longer intoxicated, then request a spar with him as you discuss the next step in his plan to liberate his world

>Find a chance to test Angron to see how he'll react to your relationship with Kanzeon, and her nature, to see if you can tell at least one brother of your beloved.
^ Basically this and probe about the Journey.


aka plan: Brothers Banter then Spar
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Lieren seeing faces and memories seeping through makes me think of AI rampancy...now that'd be a brutal flaw because we'd literally think ourselves into insanity and become lost in a dream like state. If an Astates got it then double the danger, flickering through war after war and so on only broken by the meditation we introduce.

>>5439738
>Find a chance to test Angron to see how he'll react to your relationship with Kanzeon, and her nature, to see if you can tell at least one brother of your beloved.


>Reach out with Wind Whispering, to see if you can sense the arrival of the reinforcements from shangrala

>>5439890
>support

>>5439738
>>Find a chance to test Angron to see how he'll react to your relationship with Kanzeon, and her nature, to see if you can tell at least one brother of your beloved.
>Spar with Angron, as you discuss the next step in his plan to liberate his world

Kelisborne pulled her wrathbone frame from its resting shrine beneath the Infinity Circuit of Iybraesil the Craftworld of Banshees, her ancient form etched with runes and still bore her blades at her hip. She'd had many titles in her life; the Crone's Niece, She who howled at the Fall, The White Sword of Khaine. Her mind swam even as the Wraithguard rose pulling itself from the dreaming depths of eternity into cold reality, she'd been finding herself awoken from the slumber more and more of late once mundane dreams now filled with discord and new horrors. She had never been a seer but all the Aeldari had the gift to some extent, a blessing from the Gods and Makers.

She steadily moved through the winding halls of her tomb and peoples sanctuary to the temple she'd spent her life. Her own great, great grand daughter there fighting, training alongside her Sisters of the Blade. She'd have smiled were it not for both lacking a mouth but also the discipline ingrained so deep to deny such pride. She simply gave a nod when she was noticed and now having taken the time to readjust to this automation she headed to the Council chambers her latest dream to report.

She had dreamed again of her ancestor whom even now was so full of life, she dreamed that the girl would be led astray by a colossus with Golden Eyes. That like how Morai-Heg had convinced Khaine to remove her head from their wise shoulders that he could drink her blood and gain wisdom for the future...the young Banshee she'd beheld would do similar and a great schism would follow.

With sightless eyes she looked upon the Craftworlds sigil, the Crones own hand and remembered their words; no knowledge is truly claimed without sacrifice.

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I just really like writing, Malal would you have a little request? I'd be happy to try my hand at something for ya?

>>5439738
>>Find a chance to test Angron to see how he'll react to your relationship with Kanzeon, and her nature, to see if you can tell at least one brother of your beloved.
>Spar with Angron, as you discuss the next step in his plan to liberate his world

>>5439738
>>Introduce Feng's beggar students to Angron's army, and ask him permission to lead them and Feng on "Hunting parties" against the High riders

>>5439738
>>Reach out with Wind Whispering, to see if you can sense the arrival of the reinforcements from shangrala

>Wrath of the Father
Liberty watched through her hundreds of eyes in the form of security cameras. The traitors were swarming about her decks, murdering the dutiful sons of Lieren as they defended her though sheer weight of numbers alone. The Wordbearers had asked for assistance and so the Second legion came to help but how dark a turn things had taken, even now she roared in binomial fury as a hostile presence tried to force it's way through her defences which meant her own drones were inactive.

Only a handful of flesh autons remained mobile but they were struggling to pull away the bleeding and maimed form of her beloved; Dae-Hyun. He was dying in her arms, all her read outs screamed that simple fact at her...she couldn't save him. Her bodies threw themselves at Lorgar but he swatted them aside, the blakc blade he'd stabbe dinto her Guardian and Husbands back still dripping with his blood. The old bear of Terra though cupped the cheek of her last body even as the ones sacrificed to gain time were torn asunder to cruel laughter.

“Don't worry, Father...Lieren is coming. Just a little longer...I'll give you time my sweet Sparrow”

The old marine rose, missing an arm, legs scorched soot black. His chest riddled with bolter rounds and armour a ruin. He charged the Primarch, the uncle tainted by the enemy most foul. His body a wreak still fought and even as he felt the black blade stab into his neck he didn't relent. His one working eye glared into the face of evil and with his own hands he'd choke the life from it. His grip slick with his own blood found purchase and began to squeeze...hard. Alas his vision began to blur more and more, he registered pain...screams...then he registered no more, he felt a cool whisper behind his ear.

“Come in peace Son of my saviour, you are with me now”.

---

Lorgar gasped for breath tossing aside the marine, his brothers favoured son aside. But he let himself smile for the Daughter of Metal was now his, no defenders left. He'd won. He'd out played the Emperors so called Dragon. His laughter filled the blood stained and empty halls alongside sirens and gunfire. But then he heard it, an automated voice over the damaged vox.

“Temporal Jump inbound; WARNING WARNING, DANGER CLOSE 3-2-1”

A flash of light filled the chamber golden and brilliant but Lorgar knew it was not their father for if it had been so he'd have felt his presence. No here instead was the hapless fool he tricked, Lieren himself the fool having apparently come alone? Maybe the fool wished to talk some more in those poetic but empty words? But was the fog and light from the jump faded he didn't behold the Scholar instead is brother was in full ivory battle regalia gundao in hand.

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>>5442153
https://youtu.be/4m_Alceujck

“Finally here Brother? Come to discuss the terms of surrender?” Lorgar spat smiling with vindication, his HUD revealing his own sons were closing on their position. Lieren was but a dead man in a shooting gallery. Lieren began to speak but he paused, instead he looked at the black blade in Lorgars hand....he followed the trail of blood to the broken body of Dae-hyun which was still cradled by a sobbing Liberty.

Lorgar then felt something, the room was growing colder? By the moment the temperature was dropping, silence? The alarms, the sounds of his mens' steps all was beginning to feel so far away. Lieren still didn't speak but he was walking towards him now.

Lorgar goaded his brother about how he liked petty tricks and illusions.

Lieren didn't speak, his form was swelling, Ivory armour turning onyx and cracking from within, golden fire was beginning to escape the seams, his helmet fracturing to reveal no face but a black abyss drawing in the golden fire, light, sound...everything. A devouring maw that Lorgar found himself unable to look away from.

The so called perfect brother didn't stand before him, he tried to move, to raise Illuminarum to do battle with his brother, to see his wish fulfilled. But he knew at this moment he wasn't looking at his brother any longer. Wordbearers poured into the scene and opened fire upon the Obsidian Ogre but they did it no harm? Instead the thing looked about and Lorgar beheld horror.

It was among them faster than his own chaos gifted sight could see, but his own sons were not simply killed, they were gone...unmade...he felt himself awash in Lieren's Golden see but it's depths had now turned to black ice. He knew in that moment that all the Rebels upon this vessel himself included were dead, they'd stirred something abominable, something sick....primal? His mind couldn't understand what he saw, each of his men dying a thousand different deaths in a moment before their souls were swallowed by the blackness.

Finally it turned to him? Time...time had no meaning? I'd had been a moment? No an age? Seconds? Years? How long had he screamed or been frozen here? The thing once the brother he'd mocked towered over him. He understood what he faced when he looked into the chasm where there should be a smile.

He faced the fury of a Father; a father facing the murder of his son, the sheer hate of a parent seeing a defiler of their family. Lorgar had felt fear, hate, anger and all there was the powers could offer but this...this was something more.

So Lorgar the Primarch of the seventeenth Legion, was no more. Could be no more, Denied existence to his core, as a man, a soul, even as an idea. He was gone and yet somehow he still felt pain.

>>5442153
>>5442155
Thanks for the write anon but why do you offer us suffering? What would a mantling of "father's fury" even be like?

>>5439738
And on the third day, I rose.
Total votes: 26
Total Voters: 14

>Find a chance to test Angron 10

>Reach out with Wind Whispering 4

>Introduce Feng's beggar students to Angron's army 5

>Spar with Angron 2
>wait until he's not intoxicated 3

Write-in:
>For the night spend it making sure Feng has a translator so nothing goes wrong teaching him at least some basic words so he can work things out. 2

>>5442483
Thanks for your service

>>5439738
I'll back >>5439890

>>5442155
>>5442153
Very nice, sucks that my favorite Primarch killed our favorite son, but chaos is one hell of a drug

>>5442155
>that moment that all the Rebels upon this vessel himself included were dead, they'd stirred something abominable, something sick....primal? His mind couldn't understand what he saw, each of his men dying a thousand different deaths in a moment before their souls were swallowed by the blackness.
>Finally it turned to him? Time...time had no meaning? I'd had been a moment? No an age? Seconds? Years? How long had he screamed or been frozen here? The thing once the brother he'd mocked towered over him. He understood what he faced when he looked into the chasm where there should be a smile.
>He faced the fury of a Father; a father facing the murder of his son, the sheer hate of a parent seeing a defiler of their family. Lorgar had felt fear, hate, anger and all there was the powers could offer but this...this was something more.
>So Lorgar the Primarch of the seventeenth Legion, was no more. Could be no more, Denied existence to his core, as a man, a soul, even as an idea. He was gone and yet somehow he still felt pain.
Guys. This seems like Malal getting his revenge. He doesn't even need to be around. This is chaos eating itself.

Fitting that it has devoured the greatest supporter of chaos undivided.

Good thing this destiny shall be averted by Magnus Yoinking Lorgar.

>>5442756
or will it, because that was all part of my tzeenchian plan all along

>>5440272
Good shit anon.

>>5442153
>>5442155
Even in fanposting Lorgar always jobs. GG.

>>5442756
Lorgar is still a big question mark. We finally got Angron, but my biggest worry is still Conrad. There still comes into question of the original Canon brothers will turn to chaos or remain loyal.

>>5443106
I'm going to be honest much as I love Conrad I think he's a lost cause. Even with us being friend with pert I still think he's going traitor.

My bet for team traitor is Conrad, Mort, Fulgrim, Khan (renegade instead of chaos), Sang (khorn doubles down on him), Horus, Pert (hard maybe), Alpharius who's really a loyalist, and possibly the 11th but he's a wild card.

Dorn, Mortarion, Kurze, Khan, Lion, Horus, Alpharius/Omegon who will betray them later, and Sanguinis (Who I hope gets the Mortarion treatment of stranded in the Warp, inflicted with the rage/thirst, and forced to kill each other till Sanguinis gives in).

Honestly after we are done with Angron the wisest thing to do would be settle to affairs on Shangrala and make sure there is no blank spaces on the map where chaos could be causing trouble assuming our boys and the ship sisters are not doing that with the eldar and then when we go to Eldrad we ask if we have any other brothers presently in serious trouble and explain why we picked Angron, Lorgar is just getting bullied by his dad right now so it would be irresponsible to see to him first if there are worse cases. I'm betting that will get us Mortarion who is in serious trouble on a diet nurgle daemon world and old fatso may try to turn him early rather then risk Lieren stealing him like he did Magnus and Angron. The other option of that coin flip is we get pointed to Kurze and honestly there is a high chance Lieren just straight up kills Kurze unless the Night Haunter is something like a psuedo daemon constantly mind fucking Kurze. Though it would be better to ice Kurze and have him never be found then to allow him to rampage across the galaxy THEN fall to chaos.

>>5443243
I think after we're done with Angron and Shangrala (if we have time) we should go to Ol' Winchesters planet and try to bring it to heel as well. it's on a planet in this system right?

>>5443258
I don't think New Varro it's the same system as Shangrala, since the Deldar raiders where travelling all over the place. But I would need to check the archives to see if anyone mentioned anything about it's location to be sure.

>>5443263
Ok, I found something on thread 12
>Realize, with the star charts Kanzeon has taken from the Aeldari raiders and those in her archives, you could easily find New Varro! And tell the families of the refugees of their survival
So it's probably not near Shangrala, but we would have no problems getting there

In the current timeline the path of the heresy and the Traitors might be a little weirder. The nature of the Emperor's own actions come into question as if its set that chaos will always claim half, i hope thats not the case because thats pretty lame. All Primarch are somewhat resistent to the temptations and given the Reclamations may well happen sooner means there is less time for them to get turned on their own worlds.

But in regards to speculation we have little to go on regarding those we have not met and can only speculate in regards to those we have witnessed.

Angron: Current stuff speaks for itself
Magnus: Big Red might get tempted by Featherbrain like how khorne tried a final time on Sanguinius but hopefully he'll pull through
Perturabo: Down to others more than ourselves but we can try. he's on a better path at the moment but by no means a safe one
Leman Russ: Well he might think a little deeper than before, for a time i was worried his search of knowledge would lead him to Tzeentch getting 'crow' familliars and becoming Chaos odin but i doubt it, the dude as a whole is counter chaos and whiule Khorne might like him he's got to much other stuff going on.
Ferrus Manus: The old grump should be ok in regards to our butterflies we didn't do much.
Konrad Curze: Oh boy we are fucking with him quite a bit, he might well lose it sooner than before or who knows maybe in a weird twisted way he'll see fate is not set and theres hope?
Lorgar: Alter boy there is getting more zealous, his father is dead or weakened struck down by an unseen foe with golden eyes. Its gonna get weird.

>>5443274
Leman would probably end up with Arianka instead of any chaos god. She is doing the Valhalla thing after all.

Heck. She might end up his consort /he becomes her eternal champion.(They might need to keep it on the down low until imperial saints become a thing.)

Then the emperor will have to deal with the bane of every parent.Disapproving of your child's spouse. x 3>>5443263
>>5443266
Hope we find another Primarch there.
>>5443151
Nah. WE Gonna slash those numbers in half. That is our nature. We are the bane of chaos. Prophecies and Fate.

++++-][- Request of Access: Remembrancer Logs ST-II-[DATA CORRUPTED] -][-++++

+++ ENTER AUTHORIZATION PHRASE +++

-][- *******************-][-

+++ PROCESSING +++

+++ ACCEPTED +++

+++ TAGS OF ST AND [DATA CORRUPTED] OR [DC] REFER TO INTERVIEWER AND INTERVIEWEE RESPECTIVELY, TRANSCRIPT OF ORAL INTERVIEW BEGINS +++

+++ ST: "Hold that thought for a moment. Do you mind if I record our conversation?"
[DC]:"By all means penwoman."
ST:"This is Sinéad Thomen interviewing [DATA CORRUPTED] about the invasion of [REDACTED]"
[DC]:"By far the hottest DZ I ever had to drop into feet first."
ST:"DZ?"
[DC]:"Ah, right you are new to the jargon, DZ stands for drop zone where as LZ is for landing zone."
ST:"I see, please continue."
[DC]:"The planet was supposed to buckle within the first 48 after the negotiations broke down. Intel said they had minimal training and tech, but how wrong they were. Army command started to sweat after the 48 hour estimate turned into 48 months and casualties ballooned from the moment boots set foot on the ground. That is leaving out the space elements that were slagged trying to enter bombardment orbit."
ST:"How was the intelligence so poor? Surely weaponry that powerful would raise alarms."
[DC]:"You see, dear penwoman, our 'Diplomats' went in there throwing their weight around. No record remains of what exactly was set, but I like to imagine it was crass and snooty."
*[DC] chuckles*
[DC]:"The natives were thought to have minor mutations one the first pass through. The meddicae and later our apothecaries carried out autopsies and found that they had been gene editing and commingling with xenos for many generations. Not only this, but back in the day this must have been a military post in the Age of Strife as they had anti voidship weaponry."
ST:"... What do you mean by, 'commingling'?"
[DC]:"Nothing that you would want to hear about. But I am going into the fog here. My company, the 13th, was requested for aid along with the 2nd, 11th, and 31st. Acting Legion Master [DATA PURGED] designated the 13th for QRF duty. Quick Reaction Force, before you ask."
ST:"What of the other companies?"
[DC]:"Some of it is still classified, but the broad strokes are that two of them were tasked with hitting the void weapons, and one was ... let's just say bug hunting."
ST:"Bug ... hunting?"
[DC]:" Sorry Ma'am, but that is classified."
ST:" ... I see."
[DC]:"Anyways the 13th was the surgical sledge hammer to any cracks in the main LZ's defensive perimeter. Said LZ was located smack dab in the middle of a bombed out city that claimed one million souls just taking it. Ops were touch and go from the first minute, our strike cruisers were too slow to be on duty for QRF roles so the 13th had to be crammed into 5 corvettes to make drive by drops. Mind you penwoman, a normal drop in a geosynchronous orbit is risky. I was unperturbed and so were my brothers, even if three quarters were deluded sectarians."

cont.

>>5443679
[DC]:"Death is not the end, simply a new beginning. Not that I exactly was looking for it. to that end I employed some basic psyops."
ST:"Excuse me what?! You never said that you were a psyker?"
*[DC] erupts into boisterous laughter lasting several seconds*
[DC]:"No penwoman, I am not psyonically touched. The term refers to psychological warfare, using mind games to buy yourself some time. You see I painted my storm shield with a bullseye right center."
ST:"Why?"
[DC]:"In the heat of combat almost every enemy kicks back into their primal instincts to survive. there is no time to think, so they shoot the first thing they see, which just so happens to be the most heavily armored section of the shield."
ST:"Ingenious strategy [DC]."
[DC]:"You flatter me, returning to the story. It was five months after we had translated into system, They mutties were desparated after the other companies knocked out the first void gun and bumping off HVTs. They pooled everything into quashing LZ primus, or as we and the little ones lovingly called it, 'The Tomb'. Heh, by the end of the campaign the title was literal."
ST:"You referred to them as 'mutties', what aberrations were there from baseline humanity?"
[DC]:"Damnedest stuff, multiple arms, hard shell like segments of body, bald, and some were big bastards that too often refused to buy the farm. They were throwing the biggest wave yet at The Tomb, on the corvette we could hear the vox channels. All of them buzzing with reports of routs and retreats and counter pushes. Then they called us in, 'Iacta Malleus! Iacta Malleus!'. Music to our ears."
*[DC] sips from a drink*
[DC]:"The captain immediately called for full burn, the translation into orbit pulled at least 9 G's. I don't know how the baseline crew handled those maneuvers, by the time we were in drop position I tuned out everything. For ten seconds the drop pod screamed straight at the ground the interior was noting but peaceful silence. Then ... a roaring crash that would have killed a non astartes instantly."
[DC]:"The servitor linked grenade launchers flung frags for 1.5 seconds before the ramps slammed open to clear the nearest rabble away. We opened up as soon as the ramps were clear, shields soaking fire while bolters barked and flamers roared, we landed right in the middle of a firefight our autosenses highlighted friendlies around us. Once we cleared the area around the pod the Sargent called for a phalanx, we all rushed to lock shields. like a well oiled machine we linked and moved forward as a group fired bolt by bolt at targets popping out from their cover. countless las bolts and autogun rounds pinged and singed the bullseye, it made me grin every time opfor falls for it. ten seconds had passed from our touchdown and the little ones had finally realized we were the reinforcements they had been promised, they bellowed and cheered in delight."

cont.

>>5443700
[DC]:"It always filled our hearts when this happened, they surged from their own cover and rushed in behind our moving and firing wall taking their own pot shots when we heard ..."
*Warning sirens can be heard*
ST:"What is that for?"
[DC]:"Afraid duty calls, we'll continue this one next time."

+++ TRANSCRIPT END +++

+++ -][- TERMINATING CONNECTION, THE EMPEROR PROTECTS -][- +++

>>5443679
>>5443700
>>5443702
Lol
Lmao even.
Gotta love it when you rememberancers arent plastered on walls as bloody smears when trying to talk to space marines.

>>5443266
Ehhhh no problems who knows, we have no idea how far away it is.
We left Shangrila, and while there was development the solar system of our world hasn't been explored and secured by us properly.
We don't even know how many solar systems are around Shangrila.
Could be many. Could be few, or none (extremely likely none or few since Shangrila was quite literally picked for get away in a far far away secret solar system from the genocidal war between machine and men).

While i like Ol'Winchester the path is clear, either we strengthen Shangrila by expanding it across the stars (which would include going to New Varro) or go around saving our brothers in need.

This doesn't mean we can't expand Shangrila later.
But each saved Primarch will be 1 or a few more years, for travel to him and make preparations to save him, and then aid him. A decade or more flies by with 5 or 6 primarchs. It's a cut of time to consider when doing this, because this will even probably determine how Shangrila will be considered by the Imperium when they find each other.
And how strong and large the dominion of Shangrila across the stars will become, will be quite important in the future. Lieren must be the one at the head of this expansion too, any solar system integrated under the banners of the mist world should know the words of the Journey from the lips of his maker.

>>5440272
a nice small piece

>>5442153
>>5442155
a well deserved end for such an act, if Lorgar tried to do more than that though.......

>>5443702
an interesting mini story

Speaking of mutations. What differentiates them from genemods?

>>5443702
Bloody jean thieves, can't lift a rock without finding a coven.

>>5443749
Whether or not someone chose it.

>>5443749
Genemods are intentional crafting, where as mutations are either natural or chaos induced and have random effects on the being in question.

>>5443933
So the mutations mentioned here in the omake could be genemods?

Or is there a way to tell them apart?

>>5443966
It's genestealers infiltration, the insectoid appearance and saying that they mingled gives it away

Bros after we help Angry Ron, should we stick around long enough to map out the solar system, then determine its coordinate from the galactic map to figure out where our two planets are relative to the galaxy, then figure out where to find earth?

Then when we return home back to Shangrala, we can finalize repairing all the tears in reality, making the whole place anti-demon free, free of corruption, etc?

I dont know where I was going with this point. I just really want to develop aesthetically and environmentally friendly giga farms so we can make PRIMARCH ULTRA APPROVES EMERGENCY RATIONS.

>>5444310
I imagine Kanzeon and her sisters already knows where Earth and Shangrala are in the galaxy.

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Calling the vote now. Sorry for the super long wait, it was the machine spirits again

>>5440272
Short and sweet story, enjoyed it!

And yes, I do have a request. Ork/Gretchin Martial Artists. Or The greenskins races first encounter with Long Jianese Martial artists/ cultivators

>>5442155
>>5442153
Heartwrenching and really very spooky at the end, actually made me tear up at the start and shudder at the second half. Amazing work, anon

>>5443679
>>5443700
>>5443702

I do hope I get a chance to right Lieren's reaction to gazing upon the Nid Hive mind. And the metal boys, considering the Ymga Monolith, and that the canon 2nd explored it

>>5442483
Once again, I owe you one, thank you very much for the assistance

>>5442483
Though by my count there are

6 votes to spar with angron, with 4 sub votes to wait until he isn't drunk (which Lieren would do anyways)

Which is still 1 under 1 less than half of the total count of 15 votes, so only testing the waters with Angron to see how he'll react to your bond with Kanzeon and perhaps her true nature, at 11 votes, goes forward

So that is exactly what Lieren will do.

Writing now

>>5444543
“BOSS BOSS YOU GOTTA SEE DIS!” one of the lads came bellowing, Hakkabone the feral ork warboss was drawn from his great hangover and immediately slogged the irritating sound right in the jaw sending teef and blood across the floor of his palace.

“WHAT YOU YELLIN FOR GIT!”

“IZ IMPORTANT BOSS!”

“SPIT IT OUT DEN!”

The smaller orc was cowed by the violance of the towering Warboss and remembering why he was there despite amping for a fight.

“is Gwargoz he's gone all weird again!”

“He'z always weird! HE'S A ZOGGING WEIRD BOY!”

“LIKE SUPA WEIRD BOSS COME SEE!”

Hakkabone dragged himself from the comfortable shade of his lair and began to follow the boy down into the valley the rest of the Lads had made a scrap town in. He smiled though as at the bottom he could make out the sounds of sweet fighting, he's lads already at it at this time of morning? He was so proud, none of the Storm boy marching malarkey here!

The Warband was gathered around cheering and yelling, throwing teef at one another and as their Warboss pushed his way though none dared oppose him given how Hakkabone was holding his trusty choppa half the size of most of them!

Yet in the centre of the Ring he found himself confused, their resident Weird Boy was sat in the centre of the sandy pit, around him a dozen corpses. The remains of these other orks all brutally beaten...Gwargoz had done this? Had the lad finally grown a spine and the joy of a good ol fite? Even if he had a long wispy Hair squig on his chin now?

“WOZ ALL DIS DEN!”

all fell silent a moment their leader having come, only for a moment though as soon a dozen explanations were thrown his way.

“WEIRD BOYS GONE WARP'ED BOSS”
“HE TURNED ME INTO A SQUIG!”
'EEZ DECKIN ALL THE LADS THAT DESTURP IZ MEDITATOON!”
“HE KUMPED ME MATE!”

On and on it went, well until until Hakka banged some skulls together for some piece of mind and to bring quiet again. He stepped into the ring and the lads watched patiently eyes in awe.

“e'll try to slug ya boss” a voice murmured but hakka laughed what idiot would actually try to fight h- An open palmed strike met his face before he could blink and the Warboss saw stars and roks about his head a moment.... he looked down.

Their Weirdboy was on his feet now before him shorter by a head and shoulder hopping on one leg his arms held high? What was this? Looks like the lad wanted a fight! Well ashame he'd have to be killed now but what a great way to start the morning!

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>>5444576
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The other orks watched enraptured as their Boss and Weird boy battled, the Boss fighting true and orky strong blows and swings of the Choppa threatening to cleave the upstart git in two...but that wasn't what was happening?

Gwargoz was swaying away from blows like a loose wire from a mek? Heavy punches slapped aside like he was fighting a lad his junior? It perplexed the mob whom still roared and laughed at the fight all the same. But as blows were exchanged they noticed something? The Weird boy was starting to shimmer? Flicks of colour, red, blue, green?

The Boss roared and swang his massive blade only for everyones jaws to drop, Gwargoz lept into the air still upon one leg arms flapping like a bird? But then he landed on the blade as laught as a feather?

“Eh” Said the Warboss,

“EH” said the crowd.

“WAAAAAGHHHHH” Said Gwargoz as he flipped backwards and with a powerful upwards kick tore their Bosses head from his shoulders. The towering figures body falling to the ground, pandemonium followed.
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Gwargoz walked around the ring of boys whose eyes looked like they'd pop so in shock they were but he simply ran his thick green fingers through his beard and narrowed his own.

“YOU GITS FINK YOU SO SMART, SO CLEVA IN THE WAYS OF THE WAAGH”

confusion upon their faces.

“I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO BE RITE STRONG!”

He fell to his knees and crossed his legs, eyes aglow with weird power, the Waagh here was potent at this point and for a moment he could see his dream again, the dream that set him on this path. The others saw it to; a Great Scrap in the Stars, metal skellies, pointy eres, so many more fings? But then they beheld them, the biggest lads they'd ever did see; Orks?

The vision swiftly faded and with it the sheer fulfilment, but now the mob had tasted it they wanted more and so Gwargoz Furst Fisto da Waaagh would teach.

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>Ork learns to meditate with Waggh power
>War in heaven genetic memory kicks in
Ork like, Ork want more

The party held in celebration for Angron's victory, though it is more of a festival considering its size and intricacy, is more akin to the humble, pleasant affairs often held in your honor upon Shangrala than it is to the indulgent, excessive and wasteful celebrations held by all manner of hedonists and spendthrifts. Not at all extravagant, and hosting simple entertainments, foods and beverages to quench the thirsts for exactment and base sustenance alike, though on this occasion that is more because of the lack of availability to the finer and more cloying delicacies of both dish and cop that would only clog the tongue and cloud the senses with their overly sweet tastes and alcoholic potency. Yet, despite the fact that the strongest liquor being served is watered down wine, to stretch it thin and make it last for the whole of the night, and despite the sweetest treat offered to the celebrants dried figs and pruned grapes, Angron's people are drunk. Not off liquor or the indulgence of finely prepared and pointlessly extravagant meals, but rather the atmosphere itself. As warrior pound their chests and grin manically as the pitch of battle infects their hearts and fills their mind with a blinding, numbing smoke, so too has the joy of victory and sweetness made drunkards of all present. Though the rare bottle of undiluted wine certainly helps deepen their ecstasy in this celebrations of triumph and freedom. Though, judging from the rosy tint to Angron's cheeks, most of those bottles of thick wine were presented to the beloved and respected leader of this successful yet hidden rebellion.

As such, much of his drunkenness, must come from the pride that blossoms after the rain of praise. It must be greatly gratifying to your brother, who once only knew abuse and cruel exploitations to be freely showered with earnest compliments and congratulation, spoken by dear friends and loyal followers, who once wore the same chains as he himself had. Though, his physical intoxication is caused solely by his imbuing of gallons of dark and rich wine, the mentally and emotional intoxication of the high of euphoric bliss he is experiencing from the repose of his new found freedom and the "pure" renown and honor he has earned upon the true theater of battle, war against tyrants, certainly deepen his drunkenness.

And seeing him, so carefree and blithe, brings a warm, genuine smile to your face, and so you indulge him in joining in the festivities though neither you nor Feng make gluttons or fools out of yourselves, instead choosing to uphold the tenants of common etiquette and universal procedure and the lessons of temperance and abstinences you yourself had written and record within the often highly regarded pages of the journey.
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>>5444588

Similarly, the beggars and gladiators present, whom you yourself had trained, also uphold moderation and decency, though you do count a few of the old men of your sect dancing wildly, hooting and hollering like boys a quarter their age.

After touring you around the whole of the camp, making sure you played the local games of chance and skill, including a game that you swear you saw the men of new Varro teaching the Lai and Vishnu, a crude and potentially painful game of stabbing a long, razor sharp knife between the gapes between the fingers of one's own outstretched hand. A game that you and Angron spend some hours playing, increasing the pace and rhythm to such a blinding speed that it appears to all observers, many of whom tried to challenge the two of you earlier in the game, that you are not moving at all.

Eventually, the two of you bore of this game, when the knife's tip has been worn flat and the edge so dulled it can no longer be considered a blade at all. Then, Angron, Oenomaus, a handful of beggars and a mob of gladiators, gather around Feng and you, and gauge your reaction to the cuisine of slaves with barely contained excitement and unhidden mirth. Feng, who grew up eating fried field mice and rice hulls, does not provide the outlandish and dramatic reactions of disgust or trepidation they were hoping for. And you have tasted far fouler than mash made of worms and gruel thickened with gritty mud, as you had the unfortunate privilege of standing in the presence of Na Gou's fetid progeny.

Angron himself, finds great humor in the disappointment of his followers and friends, howling and slapping his knees with all the mirth of a boy whose never known war. It is nice to see him, freed from the unseen chains of his abuse and responsibility. These are moments whom memories you shall carve deeply into your mind's organized halls of ledgers and minute details. Seeing him laugh, smile and enjoy himself without fear or concern, alights your heart with a warmth similar to.

You sigh, as the green hue of the grass Angron had fashioned into a rudimentary whistle to entertain a gaggle of urchin children, reminds of you of Kanzeon's own vivid eyes, that glitter like finely cut and polished emeralds. You stand, leaving Feng to fend for himself amongst the curious and pestering of the fort's inhabitants, as you look for a place of solitude and silence, draped in the pale silver light of Nuceria's moon, a place similar to the one where you and your irreplaceable sunlight danced throughout the night. An occasion which brought about the night crane style of martial arts.

Yes, beneath the cool moonlight, you shall allow the cold light you keep with your heart to roam freely so as to bring forth inspiration. Poetic inspiration, whispered from the warm dark of the heart's depths, where the truest and most powerful emotions dwell, ever present yet slumbering like the dragons of myth.
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>>5444589

Humming to yourself, you realize immediately Angron is tailing you as you walk to a secluded portion of his fortress' innermost walls.

Your sudden departure has made him curious, and so you change your plans. They still concern sweet, loving Kanzeon, but rather than penning a gift of words and symbolism to capture but a fragment of a fragment of the beauty of her heart and nature, you shall instead see if your family with her and her sisters, can join with your family of your nameless father and scattered brother. Eleven of your son's including Valorous Dae-hyun and Noble Nikephoros.

But, of your brothers? Perturabo knew Kanzeon, you introduced them after all, when you first met your iron minded brother with an artist's gentle soul buried beneath the rust of suspicion, bitterness and contempt. And he knows she is your wife, the one with whom you share a love beyond description or belief, the unconditional love both of you also share with the whole of humanity, unmarred by lust or desire for companionship.

Yes, Perturabo knows Kanzeon's relationship with you, but he does not know what she is. Magnus, your closest and dearest brother, he has an open mind, you have not introduced him to Kanzeon. Your conversations of philosophy and spirituality and so much more are so enchanting and enjoyable, you've never found the chance to speak to him of your engagement with the ancient who endured the fall of man. Magnus would...

Magnus would understand. He has an inviting heart, he even would have accepted the most wicked of spirits had he not been shown their true face by your struggled against the shade of smoke and spite that guarded fair and just Arianka's prison beneath even the furthest reaches of reality and sanity. Yes Magnus would understand and accept Kanzeon and her sisters as human! He's read the journey and given his thoughts and criticisms on it! He..he would understand.

Perturabo? You are uncertain, you have spoken with him fewer times than Magnus, and he is less psionically adept than you or your brother, you have seen him, but you do not know the deepest contents of his hearts or know his beliefs of what constitutes humanity. You do not know if he'd react with curiosity and wonder or if the contempt he shows for most of his adoptive family and country would in turn spread to the gentle and caring daughters of the golden age. He is an artist by heart, but that does not mean his heart is one that will accept all comers as friends and kith. It may be easier for him to accept than most, if only because he's met Kanzeon before and respects her, which would color his perceptions of her. So you shall ensure they meet again, so that his perceptions are vividly dyed before you risk reveal the truth to him.

Your father? You are wary of speaking to him of anything of Kanzeon, already his man, Malacdor, has sent a spy searching for the origin of Long-Jia's advance technology.
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>>5444590

You have mislead and deluded that particular threat, keeping him unaware of the truth hidden beneath the earth and glittering in the skies, through clever subterfuge and misdirection.

But your psyker sons, who never met aliens before, hated them by instinct before you set them straight with a stern by necessary lesson, and when they met their brothers and sisters of the tiger kin, they were hesitant and on edge until they saw they were human and adored by their genesire.

You fear these prejudices were implanted, if not by your father, than one of his close advisors and aides in the creation of the Astarte warriors.

Angron, you know him to be gruff, yet empathetic, caring despite his rough demeanor and upbringing. An idealist at heart, compassionate and brave. But you must be careful about these things, despite all of these characteristic he wears proudly upon his chest, he still may be opposed to the mere existence of Kanzeon and her sisters. And, he may have decided that, Primarchs should not enjoy the simple pleasure of mutual love and affection, deeming it too soft and unbefitting a purposefully designed engine of war. Though if perturabo didn't think as such, then it is unlikely Angron would, you're simply creating stress considering meaningless variables.

You will subtly measure Angron's response to an existence like you and him taking and sharing in the warmth of love and the chill of sorrow together forevermore, and if you are pleased with his reaction and certain he isn't sternly opposed, you shall tell him of Kanzeon. And after that, you shall raise the question of what he considers humanity, and only if he gives an answer that shows as close to absolutely no suspicion, fear or hatred for souls entrapped in machines, you shall tell him the truth of Kanzeon and her kin.

"Brother, what are you doing here, away from the party?" He asked, as you stood, gazing at the moon blankly as your mind worked tirelessly, running each and every possibility down to the smallest, most inconsequential detail so as to measure the variables and risks of this gambit you would be pulling in a matter of moments. Your brother laughed heartily

"Or did you simply become entranced by the moon and come here to write poetry while the rest of us were celebrating being alive and planning our next move" He asked, standing beside you and giving the bright orb in the sky and suspicious look, narrowing his eyes "I figured, with how murderous you get when just talking about tyrants, you'd be overjoyed to take part in planning their downfall"

"Something like that brother" You laughed, flashing a cheerful smirk "I am, after all, currently in a state of contemplation, and the moon's silver glow is helping to reveal the answers I seek within myself

"Mhm" Angron said, nodding "And what are you looking for, seems to me you already know more than you need to to survive"
cont

"Man requires more than what provides for their body to live" You state sagely "For, if their heart is allowed to wilt, they shall themselves weaken mentally and spiritually. One should not deny themselves the numerous pleasantries and pains of life"

"I'd ask if you had too much to drink, but you're always like this when you get contemplative, at least from what I've seen" Angron said with a chuckle "So, are you looking for what you think your heart requires"

His supernatural empathy has only grown stronger since his psykerist training had begun, it would seem. He's peering into your heart as easily as you peer into his, without any pressure or presence. Remarkable.

"Oh, I have found much of what my soul yearns for, I do not need much to be happy in life" You state, diverting the question "But, in the camp, I saw many couples, wed if not by rite then by bond and love alone, and I began to wonder"

"If things like us can find that same kind of love" Angron asked, somberly, his hard eyes softening "I...never thought about that before. I never heard you mention sisters, and we're too...large for normal woman. Giants...Primarchs like us, were made for a purpose, and it wasn't reproduction, at least from what little you and Magnus have told me. We're war machines, of a kind". His words had become progressively bitter

"You've seen my implication, but only considered it from the dullest, most industrial angle. Surely, our father did not intend for us to sow seed and spawn a race of giants" You chuckle to defuse Angron's mounting resentment "But, he had given us hearts, minds and souls. We are not just machines. He intended us to live and feel as men. Why should that exclude the emotion of affection and love, and yearning, burning desire to find one's own family?"

"I doubt he'd approve, if he left us to the wolves" He spat "He might just not care, but I don't see where you're going with this. It'd be nice, if we could have a life beyond battle and killing, but how could we?"

"There is always time to be spent as one choose, finding repose and comfort were one can" You sagely advise, nodding as Angron considers the implication of those

"It'd be doomed to tragedy" Your brother stated plainly "We can't be hurt easily, or harmed without great effort. Its been done to me before, they'd hurt the ones we keep closest to us. I've felt that pain often, too often"

"I've buried boys I grew alongside and became men with, they died following my shadow" You say sorrowfully, knives of ice piercing your twin hearts as tears filled your eyes, burning with grief but pleasant with reminiscence of the happiness you had shared with the departed "I know that pain as well, but a life with out tragedy, is no life at all. Just a hollow, meaningless portrait. Bitter flavors must counteract the sweet.

"That's a grim world view" he said plainly "So, if you, took a wife, and she was killed to weaken your resolve, you would not regret it, because sadness is natural"
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>>5444592

"Because I'd still have the memories of her and the time we shared, and the satisfaction of slaying her killers. One cannot share their lives with another, and not expect to feel the sting of their departure" You say softly, lifting your head and smiling warmly at Angron

"I can understand that, I think. I have felt the pain others have felt when they have lost their partners, it hurts more than any wound or cut" Angron said back, just as softly "But I never felt any regret from them, when their emotions blended with my own. But, brother, this seems more like you're seeking approval in your own mysterious, indirect fashion"

"Correct" You state proudly. Your brother stares at you for a long set of moments, studying your smile and posture as he contemplates and sits on what you just said

"You've already taken a wife?" he asks

"Yes" You say with a nod "Though, we are not yet wed officially, as honor and decorum states. We have both been far too busy with our responsibilities to the people, you see"

"Huh" Angron says with a shocked expression, turning back to face the moon to clear his mind of the wildfire that must be surging through it "That's unexpected, though I suppose I don't know you all to well, even if we are brothers. Does Magnus have one to or?"

"No. He is too busy with his studies, and his truest love is his research of the mysterious of spirit and thought" You say, a good natured jab at you absent brother's expense "He is unaware of my relationship, as we often wile away hours discussing the intricacies of the realm of spirits and dreams and other fascinating subjects, such as the evolution of tradition and art and how quickly history becomes myth becomes legend"

Angron nodded, clearly still struggling against the titanic shock of hearing that you of all people were betrothed

"What's her name?" He asked warmly "I'd like to meet her, if this war ends quickly enough and the path you took here can handle two primarchs on it"

"Kanzeon" You say wistfully, sighing and lowering your shoulders "She and I share a vision of what the future should be, and it was that which pushed us closer than mere colleagues or friends, or even lovers. The love she and I share, is purer, untainted by base lust or animal instinct, unconditional. A love few shall ever experience themselves, like the love of the blazing son and cold moon, caught in their endless dance of gravity, a natural occurrence, undyed by any of the detritus of this mortal existence"

"Now you're sounding like a mad man" Angron said with a snort "But you sound happy at least, even if I didn't understand all of that "What's she like?"
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>>5444593

"Motherly, kind hearted though with a sharp tongue and fierce and sassy nature. She is dutiful and responsible, caring and nurturing, yet hard when she needs to be. Her hands, like mine own, are soaked with blood shed by necessity" You answer lovingly "Headstrong, yet also contemplative. She can be stubborn, yet also understanding. The sun could hear me begin to describe the beauty of her, and the moon would hear me finish, Har!"

"Sounds like quite the catch, brother" Your brother said honestly and kindly, his eyes twinkling with delight "I'm glad you've lead a blessed enough life to meet a woman so perfect for you, judging from how you describe her"

"She is excellent. She is my water and air. Every second I spend without her by my side is one of emptiness, for she and I share a soul...a figure of speech from Long-Jia" You say with an almost girlish giggle "We have done great things together, and shall accomplish many more deeds of great renown hand and hand, but, alas, she and I are yet separated"

"I can only imagine how cloyingly sweet you two would be together" Angron says, crossing his arms and nodding sternly a few times, his face wrinkled as he imagines something like you sitting across from a table of a small, petite girl shorter than Feng and dressed in a regal, flowing dress of silk or a similar fantasy wrought by the sudden realization of the life you lead beyond appearing from nothing and vanishing just as quickly

"She is not the only one I miss from Shangrala. I also have two hundred and eighty five young children" You say bluntly, savoring every shade of pale your brother turns as his mind leaps to an unpleasant conclusion "Adopted children, beside those Astartes remade in my image, who number in the thousands"

"I can't believe even you are so generous to adopt a small army of orphan kids" Angron spits, his mouth agape and eyes wide

"I had to, they were all that remained of a once noble people who descended into barbarity and monstrosity" You explain "A people whose genocide I assisted"

Your brother's stare is piercing and judging

"They were cannibals, cultists of the foulest type. But the children were innocent of their crimes, uncorrupted in spirit" You explain quickly, much to the relief of you empath kinsman "I could only convince their enemies to spare the children, and took them under my wing and civilized them, educating them in the way of proper and virtuous living"

"How merciful, it almost brings tears to my eyes" Angron said with a hint of pride rising in his words "I'd like to meet them to, if they're your kids"

"Oh, well, see, they are somewhat strange in appearance" You say, drawing your brothers intrigue "Many of the prior generation would've named them monsters and devils, but I looked upon them and saw men"

"How awful do they look if that would be the reaction" You brother snarls

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>>5444594

"They resemble the large predatory cats of Shangrala, which are unlike the felines you find upon Nuceria, in many ways. Some have four arms, all are covered in fur, they have tails and fangs and have snouts rather than faces. Most are more tiger than man and all of them are possess a bestial strength" You explain as realization dawns on Angron's face

"They're mutants" he says

"No, they're a stable offshoot of humanity, though mutants would still be another branch of humanity, just one of uncertain viability" You explain rapidly "They are true breeding, and had culture and history. But it was all forsaken and lost under the ambition of a single mad tyrant"

That is not a lie. Accursed Vipul enslaved the Tiger men to his will, and thus the will of the unseen master.

Angron remains in silent contemplation for sometime, so the two of you merely look up at the moon as you wait for your brother to gather his thoughts. Eventually he shook his head

"We really are brothers. Most men would've just killed those kids with the rest, but...I don't think I could have, had you and I switched places at that moment" He says quietly "as easy as it would be to condemn them as beasts worthy only of slaughter. Are they accepted on your world, or must they hide"

"Those nations who have accepted the Journey understand that humanity comes in many forms and variations, recently, the Zoroast welcomed the bovine Angra into their cities. After I dealt with those who had also been set upon an inhuman way of life" You say cheerfully, Angron wincing as you allude to the purge of the corrupted Angra, of which he has no knowledge

"You make it sound so easy, removing the evil bastards from your world. Just how you phrase it. Dealt with. How cold" Angron said offhandedly "Is that how you overthrew your own "High riders"


"Oh, they were horrid" You say with wide eyes filled with lingering hatred for the old Yan family "so vile in their ways and nature, I struggle to name them human, though their deviation from the standard human form was far less severe than the Tiger folk or Angra. Hedonism and excess so twisted they could not live without torture and sadism, without glutting themselves upon enough food to feed whole villages, without drinking and killing their bodies, without reducing their fellow men into pets and play things or even meals and canvases! how I did more than "Dealt with" them, dear brother of mine. I purged them and all their filth and rot from my world, with fire and fury. And yet, their bloodline lives on, for one branch of that wretched family, remained free of the moral corruption that had so badly afflicted the rest of that putrid line and made them act like...not even animals, like living scum!"

"The more you talk, the more I realize how boundless your mercy is" Angron says, his eyes as wide as your own "How'd you find that out"
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>>5444596

"General Yan Zihao, the old crafty fox tried to die against my forces, to die with dignity and honor. He couldn't. I honestly have no idea how he did, considering how outmatched his army was and how set he was on dying for the crimes of his kin! He had hidden away his own children and their children and their children, as well as the family of their most truest vassals, and then rode off to die gloriously!" You exclaim, fondly remembering the old general who finally had his tail caught in the Butcher's city of madness, giving his life for overall victory against his endless hordes of cloned soldiers, a death that would surely be remembered in song and verse for at least a few generations

"And he didn't, sounds like a tough old dog. Hope he's still around so I can meet him along with your wife and furry kids" He said happily, but your frown told him he wasn't "Oh, a shame"

"Yes truly" You say with a nod, and the two of you return to silence, marveling at the bright, full moon

What do you say, Lieren?

>"Tell me, Angron. If you met a voice that spoke from metal, what would you believe it to be? if it claimed to be human. What if you came across something that looked nearly human, but claimed it wasn't? Hmm"

>"Many of those I wish you could meet, have died along the way of achieving peace on my world. I pray you shall not lose as many friends as I have, in pursuit of your ambitions. Tomorrow, you and I fight together, the high rides shall rue their rule"

>"Oh, before I forget, Kanzeon is not a normal girl. In fact, she's older than me. Far older. Having survived the fall of humanity's last galactic civilization. And her true body is a massive colony ship made of living gold and silver, and she was born from a terrible process of combining countless human souls to make one powerful gestalt consciousness...and our father is a similar existence! Though naturally occurring as far as I am aware"

>"An envoy from the city of Loc'ea should soon come looking for you, following a trail of hints my beggar sect has scattered for them to find. They seek to be your allies, and have already freed themselves from their ruling houses. I advise you to accept them with open arms, Brother"

>write in

>>5444576
>>5444578
YES! This is exactly what I wanted! So beautifully orky and hilarious. Thanks, mate.

>>5444599
>write in
Use our abilities to share a choice few Select memories/emotions we have had during our life.
1) Our night in the stars with our Wife [love]
2) Our adopted Children [caring]
3) Our own father [duty]
4) with his permission give him fragments of the Butcher war and the Yan, ensure he is ready for what he's about to see. [That we fight to preserve]

>Write in
"My wife, is another being created with purpose like ourselves....but from another time long ago. Artificially born from metal and design like us, bearing a true soul like us. But I worry brother, I worry about what the future holds for my Emerald Star and I....But enough of this doom and gloom how about something more fun and suitable for brother hmm? A little Spar under moonlight?"

>>5444599
Glad you like it boss

>>5444603
+1 supporting 2 through 4, but not 1. #1 is for us and the wife to savor.

Also supporting the sparring match.

>>5444599
Still find it kinda funny we're slightly taller than Angry Ron.
I also vaguely remember the time some of the tiger kids were biting and nibbling on Lieren for comfort that was super fucking adorable.

>>5444599
>>"Tell me, Angron. If you met a voice that spoke from metal, what would you believe it to be? if it claimed to be human. What if you came across something that looked nearly human, but claimed it wasn't? Hmm"

>>"An envoy from the city of Loc'ea should soon come looking for you, following a trail of hints my beggar sect has scattered for them to find. They seek to be your allies, and have already freed themselves from their ruling houses. I advise you to accept them with open arms, Brother"

>>5444603
>>5444605
Thats fair change (1) into some other nice memory with the wife

>>5444599
uhmm a very good update. It is a difficult matter to walk through.... but not impossible. I suppose a demonstration of the share level of technological marvel we have, should indicate without shadows of doubts that the origins of our beloved are true.
Ah isn't Perturabo interested in someone too in a way.....
>"Tell me, Angron. If you met a voice that spoke from metal, what would you believe it to be? if it claimed to be human. What if you came across something that looked nearly human, but claimed it wasn't? Hmm"
>"Oh, before I forget, Kanzeon is not a normal girl. In fact, she's older than me. Far older. Having survived the fall of humanity's last galactic civilization. And her true body is a massive colony ship made of living gold and silver, and she was born from a terrible process of combining countless human souls to make one powerful gestalt consciousness...and our father is a similar existence! Though naturally occurring as far as I am aware"
>Order our clothing to change to our star metal armor

>>5444599
>"Many of those I wish you could meet, have died along the way of achieving peace on my world. I pray you shall not lose as many friends as I have, in pursuit of your ambitions. Tomorrow, you and I fight together, the high rides shall rue their rule"

>"Oh, before I forget, Kanzeon is not a normal girl. In fact, she's older than me. Far older. Having survived the fall of humanity's last galactic civilization. And her true body is a massive colony ship made of living gold and silver, and she was born from a terrible process of combining countless human souls to make one powerful gestalt consciousness...and our father is a similar existence! Though naturally occurring as far as I am aware"

>>5444599
>"An envoy from the city of Loc'ea should soon come looking for you, following a trail of hints my beggar sect has scattered for them to find. They seek to be your allies, and have already freed themselves from their ruling houses. I advise you to accept them with open arms, Brother"
>"Many of those I wish you could meet, have died along the way of achieving peace on my world. I pray you shall not lose as many friends as I have, in pursuit of your ambitions. Tomorrow, you and I fight together, the high rides shall rue their rule"

>>5444685
And let me add
>>5444599
>You should worry not about my wife, brother, she too is a created being like us, truly killing her would take more effort than ending the lives of any of us. However, I would dare say she is closer to our father than ours, an ancient being guiding and protecting humanity, although she would be angry at me for revealing a lady's age. Even the nature of her soul is similar's to our father's, although I'm she and her sisters are not the same form of humanity he is.

>>5444605
>Support

>>5444543
In my defense that guy voted after I counted.

>>5444599
>>"An envoy from the city of Loc'ea should soon come looking for you, following a trail of hints my beggar sect has scattered for them to find. They seek to be your allies, and have already freed themselves from their ruling houses. I advise you to accept them with open arms, Brother"

>>5444599
>>"Tell me, Angron. If you met a voice that spoke from metal, what would you believe it to be? if it claimed to be human. What if you came across something that looked nearly human, but claimed it wasn't? Hmm"

>>"An envoy from the city of Loc'ea should soon come looking for you, following a trail of hints my beggar sect has scattered for them to find. They seek to be your allies, and have already freed themselves from their ruling houses. I advise you to accept them with open arms, Brother"

>>5444599
>"Tell me, Angron. If you met a voice that spoke from metal, what would you believe it to be? if it claimed to be human. What if you came across something that looked nearly human, but claimed it wasn't? Hmm"
>"An envoy from the city of Loc'ea should soon come looking for you, following a trail of hints my beggar sect has scattered for them to find. They seek to be your allies, and have already freed themselves from their ruling houses. I advise you to accept them with open arms, Brother"

>>5444599
>"Oh, before I forget, Kanzeon is not a normal girl. In fact, she's older than me. Far older. Having survived the fall of humanity's last galactic civilization. And her true body is a massive colony ship made of living gold and silver, and she was born from a terrible process of combining countless human souls to make one powerful gestalt consciousness...and our father is a similar existence! Though naturally occurring as far as I am aware"

Also supporting this >>5444603

>>5444599
>>"Many of those I wish you could meet, have died along the way of achieving peace on my world. I pray you shall not lose as many friends as I have, in pursuit of your ambitions. Tomorrow, you and I fight together, the high rides shall rue their rule"
>>"Oh, before I forget, Kanzeon is not a normal girl. In fact, she's older than me. Far older. Having survived the fall of humanity's last galactic civilization. And her true body is a massive colony ship made of living gold and silver, and she was born from a terrible process of combining countless human souls to make one powerful gestalt consciousness...and our father is a similar existence! Though naturally occurring as far as I am aware"

>>5445272
Supporting this. It fulfills all I really want say.

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So do you guys think its possible to reinstall the humanity in custodes? No custodese could ever betray the Emperor, but perhaps some could regain what was lost in time? What about turning Shangralla into an actual Shangralla where all those seeking enlightenment may travel? Maybe get in the ground floor and help design the Librariums? Creating warrior lodges that actually help its members?

>>5446755
Custodes don't listen to anyone but Big E and themselves so probably not and stuff like the warrior lodges do nothing but make it easier for chaos worshippers to work.

>>5446755
No

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Happy Halloween! Sorry for the long wait. I'll try to call the vote in a bit, once the stream of trick or treaters slows down a little

>>5448982
If the tiger children went trick or treating, what costume would they wear.

>>5448989
they would dress like Lieren, like everyone else

>>5448989
I would say space marines

>>5448989
Fog panther.

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Calling the vote now. Sorry for taking so long.

Use your abilities to share a choice few Select memories/emotions we have had during our life:4

My wife, is another being created with purpose like ourselves....but from another time long ago. Artificially born from metal and design like us, bearing a true soul like us. But I worry brother, I worry about what the future holds for my Emerald Star and I....But enough of this doom and gloom how about something more fun and suitable for brother hmm? A little Spar under moonlight?":4

"Tell me, Angron. If you met a voice that spoke from metal, what would you believe it to be? if it claimed to be human. What if you came across something that looked nearly human, but claimed it wasn't? Hmm":4

"An envoy from the city of Loc'ea should soon come looking for you, following a trail of hints my beggar sect has scattered for them to find. They seek to be your allies, and have already freed themselves from their ruling houses. I advise you to accept them with open arms, Brother":5

"Oh, before I forget, Kanzeon is not a normal girl. In fact, she's older than me. Far older. Having survived the fall of humanity's last galactic civilization. And her true body is a massive colony ship made of living gold and silver, and she was born from a terrible process of combining countless human souls to make one powerful gestalt consciousness...and our father is a similar existence! Though naturally occurring as far as I am aware": 5

Order your clothing to change to your star metal armor:1

"Many of those I wish you could meet, have died along the way of achieving peace on my world. I pray you shall not lose as many friends as I have, in pursuit of your ambitions. Tomorrow, you and I fight together, the high rides shall rue their rule":4

You should worry not about my wife, brother, she too is a created being like us, truly killing her would take more effort than ending the lives of any of us. However, I would dare say she is closer to our father than ours, an ancient being guiding and protecting humanity, although she would be angry at me for revealing a lady's age. Even the nature of her soul is similar's to our father's, although I'm she and her sisters are not the same form of humanity he is.:1

Total votes: 13

Well, this is rare. The winning votes are below one less than half the total, and two only go forward cause they're tied

SO Lieren will tell Angron of the Loc'ea envoy and of what Kanzeon truly is

Writing now. Sorry I made you wait for days and days again.

>>5444632
Thanks!

>>5448989
Certainly not spooky space elf clown gods.

>>5446755
I've been planning Lieren's first meeting with the custodians since the threads were in the single digits

The moment lingers, hanging like mist in the air or the stars in the sky. Even the winds still, as you two men, you two brothers, bred to lead and bred to war, who had become so much more than you designs, stood in solemn respectful silence to not only the night but each other. You did not look to Angron, nor ponder what he saw or dreamt when he turned his own, weary eyes heavy by the weight of the lives he was forced to take and the burden of the responsibilities he was required to rest upon his shoulders for the future and soul of not only his people but the whole world that was the only home he had ever known. A world that had mistreated him, abused and misused the power he was blessed with by birth, squandered his potential and innate expertise to turn him into a lapdog, a fighting beast, a blade of execution and nothing more. Did he recollect on those dark times, embrace the path he had laid for himself and the duties that came with it as both guide and foundation stone of a young nation of the freed and unchained? You could tell, with nary a glance, but you chose not to. The thoughts one experiences whilst bathed in the tender and cold light of their planet's moon, awash in the distant staring of stars they shall never witness beyond pin pricks of fading light upon a canvas of rich and dark violet hues and stygian black pigments, should be private to one's own heart. Whether your brother meditates on the unpleasant part or looks to the future wistfully or bitterly, is not something you have the privilege to pry into and know.

Besides, the windless silence and calm of the night is refreshing, purifying and soothing. A pleasure one can partake of, without regret or shame. But, silence can only endure for so long. Soon, that distant silver body shall tire and descend over the horizon and in its place a sphere of blinding fire will rise, proud and uncaring of the atrocities its glow reveals comes morning. And come that dawn, there will be much that will need doing by your hands or under your oversight. Ground must be prepared, equipment readied, fortifications repaired and improved and battles surely to be fought. The children of Shangrala shall soon arrive, and as surely as they shall, you will join the fray of your brothers war, as promised by and expected of you by familial piety and brotherly loyalty and oaths you have spoken with your own voice and will.

Yet, while the night is short and transient as all things are, there is still more to be said before you depart from your brother's side and begin these multitude of preparations and toil.

"An envoy from the city of Loc'ea should soon come looking for you, following a trail of hints my beggar sect has scattered for them to find" You say suddenly, sharply and seriously, breaking the silence like the crack of a whip without ever removing your eyes from the beauty of Nuceria's unclouded night sky.
Cont

>>5449295

Turning to your brother, your hands clasped behind your back, you show him a reassuring smile, carefully crafted and styled as you notice his brow furrowing with concern and his eyes flush with wariness leading towards anger of the instinctual sort.

"They seek to be your allies, and have already freed themselves from their ruling houses" You explain happily, eyes sparkling with pride as Angron's brow softens and smooths and that wariness in his eyes become amazement and curiosity. The claim, which if spoken by any other, would be met with skepticism, doubt and outright disbelief is accepted when spoken by you, the brother who had given him the tools to make his own destiny beyond the walls he had been penned into and trapped within.

"And how did they accomplish that, or rather how could they even think to try on their own. Submissiveness is an engrained quality to the masses under the heels of the high riders, though I imagine you know that all to well, Brother." He says, almost teasingly, hoping to provoke an explanation though you know he already knows the answer, clever as he is, though it was left unspoken and only hinted upon by the fact it was you who spoke those words. Your smile becomes a coy smirk, you lift and eye brow and cover your face with your sleeve as you close your eyes somewhat smugly and turn on your heel to look away from your brother as you begin to leave him alone beneath the chill of the gentle, silver moonlight.

"It must've taken some effort to break the chains of their upbringing and programing" He remarks dryly as you drift apart from him "Hard to untrain dogs, I'd know as much at that, at least"

"I advise you accept them with open arms, like you do your pets, brother" You reply with a soft tittering giggle as you float from him, waiting for the exact moment he believes, even with his enhanced senses and natural intuition, that you have gone and the conversation has ended to take a risk and break the silence with all the force of exploding ordnance striking its target. Angron is a good man, you are not certain of all of his views, but you have gazed at his heart long enough to know that you can trust him with at least one great secret, that you can hope with reason that he shall not betray the trust that had been nurtured and grown in the short time you have shared together as a both family and comrades.

That he sees you as family, unlike your father, that he knows you and feels you to be his brother where once you were a stranger. And so, you trust him to protect the family you keep separate and secret. And you will do so with Magnus and Perturabo, if the latter proves a solid foundation upon which to extend this same trust and faith.

"Oh, before I forget" You call out from the gloom and shadows "Kanzeon is not a normal girl"
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>>5449296

Angron's sigh carries along the reawakened winds

"What now?" He says, weary but permitting, thinking you mean to shower him with more praising and loving words of your betrothed, holy unaware of that you intend to make him a confidant of utmost confidence for one of your dearest and more valuable secrets

"n fact, she's older than me" You whisper to the winds curling against your lips, knowing they'll be transported back when the breeze turns "Far older"

That silences Angron completely.

"Having survived the fall of humanity's last galactic civilization" Your words dance and frolic, twisting, bending and spiraling together through the air like mating dragons in flight

"What are you..." He asks, stunned beyond words, trying to comprehend exactly what you are saying and why you are sharing such dire truths

"And her true body is a massive colony ship made of living gold and silver" You continue gayly, your voice carried aloft as the morning sun rises and casts its light across the world, your brother once more as silent as dead stone "and she was born from a terrible process of combining countless human souls to make one powerful gestalt consciousness"

He does not reply, he does not speak, he does not move. He stands, as still as the mountains on the horizon, eyes wide and white as the golden light of dawn burns around him like a halo of fire.

"Wuh?" He gasps like a suffocating fish, rubbing one of his ears with his wrist, as if he misheard what you had said and entrusted to him.

"and our father is a similar existence!" You shout jauntily back to him "Though naturally occurring as far as I am aware"

Silence is once again your only reply

"So you should worry not of my wife's safety, brother, for constructed life such as ourselves is hardier than that which is woven by natural processes. Though I would be remiss to speak much longer of her secrets, women should keep many close to their hearts and reveal them only to those closest to them. Besides, I have already spoken far too much about her age, something one should never mention when speaking of a lady, whether they be friend, kin, or lover, let alone reveal" You laugh as Angron stands in a manner very much unlike himself, loose and totally defenseless, no longer on guard or tightly wound and ready to fight, kill and die at a moment's notice "So I leave you alone to the watchful gaze of the sun, to stand by you again when battle has begun. Though my lips shall now seal, know that Kanzeon is like us, in both origin, heart, and soul"

And with that, you leave to ready yourself and those under your command, knowing already that your brother plans to March against one of the armies of a lesser, satellite city beneath the shadow of Desh'ea, after wetting his fangs with the scarlet water of victory.
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>>5449297

And what shall you do that battle, Lieren?

>Unleash a power never before seen upon this or any world. Two primarchs, fighting side by side. The high riders won't stand a chance

>Disguise yourself as Angron, and trick the High riders into chasing the "escape slave king's pitiful forces" Into a mountain pass, where the rest of the army and Angron shall block them in from behind.

>With Feng and his Students, disrupt the enemy army by assassinating its commanding officers and leader

>The High riders know nothing of psykerism and Qi. Unleash one of your strongest techniques as the fighting begins

>Write in

>>5449299
>>With Feng and his Students, disrupt the enemy army by assassinating its commanding officers and leader

>>5449299
>Write in
Ask Angron what he would wish for while our heart wishes us to join him in battle this is his world, his home and as a guest we will follow the rules under his stars, we will not draw adoration to ourselves.

>Write in
Should we do battle together offer him a gift, our blade of love. For what Brother is more deserving and embodies it best. Love pulled from a dark path.

>If he doesn't want us upfront lay in ambush ready for his call to attack from the flank

>>5449299
>Unleash a power never before seen upon this or any world. Two primarchs, fighting side by side. The high riders won't stand a chance

>>5449299
>Disguise yourself as Angron, and trick the High riders into chasing the "escape slave king's pitiful forces" Into a mountain pass, where the rest of the army and Angron shall block them in from behind.
>With Feng and his Students, disrupt the enemy army by assassinating its commanding officers and leader
Time for Jokaero warfare

>>5449299
>>5449301
This. Put ourselves at his disposal but otherwise keep our presence quiet. Let this be angron's victory.

>>5449299
>Disguise yourself as Angron, and trick the High riders into chasing the "escape slave king's pitiful forces" Into a mountain pass, where the rest of the army and Angron shall block them in from behind.
>With Feng and his Students, disrupt the enemy army by assassinating its commanding officers and leader
cut them down

>>5449299

>Disguise yourself as Angron, and trick the High riders into chasing the "escape slave king's pitiful forces" Into a mountain pass, where the rest of the army and Angron shall block them in from behind.
>With Feng and his Students, disrupt the enemy army by assassinating its commanding officers and leader

>>5449299
>Unleash a power never before seen upon this or any world. Two primarchs, fighting side by side. The high riders won't stand a chance

>Disguise yourself as Angron, and trick the High riders into chasing the "escape slave king's pitiful forces" Into a mountain pass, where the rest of the army and Angron shall block them in from behind.

>>5449315
I support.

Get fucked high riders.
I want to place ourselves at his disposal, but I don't feel the vote will pass.
Moreover, I think this will be framed as a suggestion that Angeron won't veto. If he does Veto it, then so be it.

>Write in
Should we do battle together offer him a gift, our blade of love. For what Brother is more deserving and embodies it best. Love pulled from a dark path.

This seems like a good idea. It turns Khorne against Nurgle.
For what is rage if not born of love? It is a dark and empty thing. Fragile and meaningless.

We shall wuxing the natures of chaos and bring them into balance.
The gods of imbalance shall die as the universe is righted once more.

A better plan than starving them out.

>Unleash a power never before seen upon this or any world. Two primarchs, fighting side by side. The high riders won't stand a chance

>>5449299
>Unleash a power never before seen upon this or any world. Two primarchs, fighting side by side. The high riders won't stand a chance
I want them to see just how badly they fucked up. We can get back to the cloak and dagger stuff when our main forces get here, but for now we ride together.

>>5449299
>>Disguise yourself as Angron, and trick the High riders into chasing the "escape slave king's pitiful forces" Into a mountain pass, where the rest of the army and Angron shall block them in from behind.

>>5449299
>Disguise yourself as Angron, and trick the High riders into chasing the "escape slave king's pitiful forces" Into a mountain pass, where the rest of the army and Angron shall block them in from behind.
>With Feng and his Students, disrupt the enemy army by assassinating its commanding officers and leader

>>5449299
>>Unleash a power never before seen upon this or any world. Two primarchs, fighting side by side. The high riders won't stand a chance

It might not be the strongest or most effecient option, I dunno, but how can we not fight side by side with our brother primarch when finally given a chance?

>>5449299
Backing this write in >>5449301


Its our Boys show.

>>5449301
>For what Brother is more deserving and embodies it best.
>He says about the sword literally made from Lieren's soul and beliefs after deleting a daemon by arguing. Who also has literally almost sacrificed his entire existence for another.
Sure he is anon. Besides he seems to have his preferred weapons on him (he dual wields).
>>5449299
>Disguise yourself as Angron, and trick the High riders into chasing the "escape slave king's pitiful forces" Into a mountain pass, where the rest of the army and Angron shall block them in from behind.
>With Feng and his Students, disrupt the enemy army by assassinating its commanding officers and leader
>Unleash a power never before seen upon this or any world. Two primarchs, fighting side by side. The high riders won't stand a chance

>>5449649
Make another weapon! An axe of righteous anger! One that protects from mental effects so his empathy bond can't be taken advantage of.

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>>5450878
Well, fuck Mr. I can't fight for my beliefs and only uphold what I believe when convenient. I say we continue with a plan "fuck Lorgar" by doing everything better than him and driving him to Kurze levels of depression and suicide.

Also, who do we think could beat Lieran in a fight since we still need to go "Even Further Beyond!" in our training and spar with Angron? I think it would be cool if we sparred with all of our brothers and wrote down our findings. Can you imagine how worshiped a book containing all the Primarchs's fighting styles and techniques would be?

Horus>Magnus>Lion>Sanguinis>Lieran>Vulkan>Leman>Kurze>Angron.

>>5451156
Leiren has a knack for analyzing/copying people. Sometimes outright mantling them. If he does it to primarch, does he operate at 100% power?

>Unleash a power never before seen upon this or any world. Two primarchs, fighting side by side. The high riders won't stand a chance

Sometimes I wonder whether I'm the only woman who reads this quest, cause I know a lot of gals into Warhammer
Mostly trannies tho

>>5451586
Let me guess. Tyranid.

>>5451586
>Sometimes I wonder whether I'm the only woman who reads this quest
It almost certainly assured.

Lieren is effectively TaskMaster in terms of our ability to analyse and mimic. The longer Lieren watches you fight the more fucked you are as you are disassembled into data. In a way we're that character you need to take out early game because we scale off the charts but at first are vulnerable.
We are also totally the character whom gets a tragic but heroic death so the heroes can get shit done, that or the first killed in a murder mystery and everyone's trying to work out how it happened

...holy shit if we get killed picture the wrath of Magnus

>>5451817
Magnus, Angron, Perturabo and maybe the Emperor(because we were essentially giving him a free pass to every goal he wanted without the massive cost.)

What are these things?
Antichaos non religious non grimdark ideology.
Stable useful psyker arts
Archeotech
Better genetech/biotech
Webway and non back stabby eldar
Warp proof AI EQUIVALENT machine intelligence / human hybrids.
And most of all... A 9000% more efficient travel method. Shangrala to terra instantly.

>>5452009
Tis true, we are best boi

>>5451683
Nop. I generally play the video games n such but when I do tabletop it's Orks or an Imperial force centered around my boyfriend's Sisters Of Battle. More of a lorehound than a player outside of shit like Dark Heresy anyways.
I can't really afford more armies because I'm poor, my boyfriend isn't much better off, and I don't feel like doing compromising shit for money.

Sounds like you have a good head on your shoulders. GW is wack. Lore and RPGs are where it's at. Also, WAAAHG>>5452210

>The Crown of Nillad

Heat filled the dark chamber, blazing and furious. There was little to no light in the foundry but for the pouring liquid metal forming into a simple ring, above upon a platform Malcador turned away clutching his twin eagle headed staff tight as he hobbled out of the smoggy depths and into the final construction room where mechanics and technicians worked upon highly intricate nodes overseen by the Emperor of Man himself.

This project was conceived by the Sigillite and had taken his friend some convincing to give the go ahead but in the end caution won out over fatherly pride. This crown; this golden band of gold and archeotech was going to be both a gift and test for the Second Primarch. Both the master of humanity and his confidant had noticed the brand upon Lieren's brow, they'd also noticed its effect upon the fabric of reality and so after many nights discussing the path forward had come up with a plan. This crown would insulate Lierens' curse but it would also dampen his Psyker gifts to an extreme degree, yet those were not necessary for his designed role; a Quartermaster. Similar to the pods the primarch had been born from it was adorned in arcane sigils, intricate texts and miniature Psionic converters which meant Panther Kings' own soul would power it even in its bewitching state.

“It is done?” Malcador asked his fellow visionary,

“It is” the Emperors' own voice was purely business, dispassionate and flat knowing he was constructing something to stripe away something his son had earned, grown himself by becoming more human? But he needed Lieren to do his part and if that were to happen the Great Enemy couldn't have a back door among their supply lines. This was a necessary sacrifice.

“Do you think he will take this request on the chin? He has shown himself to be understanding and comprehensive of the greater game at work.” the old man tried to consul his friend.

“I hope so, if we are forced to press it upon him we may well anger more than he.”

“You worry Magnus will react poorly”

“He will not be able to talk to his friend as they once did and would lose a kindred spark, though it would bring him more to my side to learn and debate. We have to be careful of my Sons, they are still just boys and bitter beginnings could make for a grimmer and darker end.”

The crown was finished and placed upon an altar, locked in a small field of Stasis till the day its bearing comes.
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I made another one! Gods I hope we get a cut away to our sons and his developing bonds and the Emps thinking "yeah i know why"

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>>5449299
>Unleash a power never before seen upon this or any world. Two primarchs, fighting side by side. The high riders won't stand a chance

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Calling the vote now. Sorry for the long wait.

With Feng and his Students, disrupt the enemy army by assassinating its commanding officers and leader:7

Ask Angron what he would wish for while our heart wishes us to join him in battle this is his world, his home and as a guest we will follow the rules under his stars, we will not draw adoration to ourselves.:3
-Should we do battle together offer him a gift, our blade of love. For what Brother is more deserving and embodies it best. Love pulled from a dark path.:4
-If he doesn't want us upfront lay in ambush ready for his call to attack from the flank.:3

Unleash a power never before seen upon this or any world. Two primarchs, fighting side by side. The high riders won't stand a chance:8

Disguise yourself as Angron, and trick the High riders into chasing the "escape slave king's pitiful forces" Into a mountain pass, where the rest of the army and Angron shall block them in from behind.:8

Total votes: 19

So Lieren, ever wily, will disguise himself as his brother, and lead the high riders into an ambush.
And then unleash a power unlike any before witnessed upon any world, two primarchs figthing side by side.

Writing now

>>5450878
Great stuff, enjoy the horror vibe it has.

>>5452738
Really liked this, good stuff.

"There is no reason to fight fairly or honorably against the armies of tyrants" You state plainly, as you draw lines in the sand, altering and marring the battleplans drawn by Angron and his council of generals. They watch carefully, as you elegantly trace the trace the stick across the location chosen by them, a flat plain just below a cleft in the canyon, the only pass through the range for many miles. Pausing, you tap the small twig against your chin, analyzing the rough details of the landscape that the scout force lead by Feng and your beggars were able to map out with what little time they had before the advance of the high rider's forces forced them to retreat. The chosen medium, every shifting sand, certainly did not improve the level of the detail upon the map, nor did the constant drawing and redrawing of battle lines and troop formations. But you remembered how it had been when it had first been drawn in the sand and even if you had somehow forgotten, you would recall Feng's own detailing of the surrounding area. While the plain's were flat, they were not perfectly so. There were hills, crevices and burrows cut through them and along the mountainside, their were caverns, tunnels and cliffs. All of which would serve well to conceal the true size of your brother's army and even hide them away entirely. The landscape seemed to have been drawn from an ambusher's dream or a tacticians nightmare.

"Though such concepts have little place upon any battlefield, at least in my belief" You muse, frowning as you wipe away the battlelines drawn in front of the mountain pass, undoing the work of Oenomaus and several of the veteran gladiators, both those who were sworn brothers to Angron and those whom you had saved from Loc'ea's fighting pits. A few faces grimaced, a few twisted with irritation, but no voice was raised against you in outrage or anger as you continued drawing your own strategy into the sands beneath the shadows of over a dozen men.

"Brother Angron, The high riders have yet to accurately measure either the quantity or quality of the force you command" You explain, as you replace the battlelines in the many hidden, secret places beneath the mountain's shadow and the boundary where its roots meet the open plains "They only intel they have gathered consists of wild rumor and accounts obscured by panic and fear. Doubtlessly, they shall discount the truth of the matter, believing instead the lie in their arrogance, refusing to believe former slaves to be their equal in experience and tactical acumen. They will expect to meet a ragged, exhausted, half starved force of wild men and savages, scared and confused. They expect mountain bandits, fighting dogs turned feral. The fools forget that you have studied and learned from their greatest masters of war, living and dead, and have indeed surpassed them when allowed to unfurl your wings freely"
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>>5452738
Leiren be like. K thanks. This is a good start. I have a couple of ideas to improve it though.

>upgrades it completely cut off things from the warp. Becoming invisible to foresight and prophesy.
>Turns it into psyker shackles for his enemies.
>Magnus uses a copy of the original it as sensory deprivation training. Thus refining what little psyker powers it allows him. Boosting his already prodigious might to unheard levels. Because of his Increased control
>Emperor is left scratching his head because things aren't going how he envisioned them to.

"You suggest an Ambush?" Oenomaus asks gruffly, arms crossed "That will only give us a brief, initial advantage. Have you forgotten? Our world isn't blinded by fog like your own. Such tactics simply cannot be carried out, no matter how skillfully they are performed"

"One does not need fog to sneak up upon a cliffjumper" You say with subtly proud smirk "We would not strike them openly, exposing ourselves carelessly and wasting the windfall of a surprise assault. They shall be lead into a cage of their own creation, surrounded and ground to red dust, unable to escape, unable to retreat. I advise, not a simple ambush, but a deceit of greater complexity"

With a flick of your wrist, you further explain your strategy without speaking a word, drawing a line from the rough squares and crosses representing the high rider forces into the mountain pass.

"Even the most pampered of high riders is not that stupid" Angron's father sighs, rolling his eyes before wincing as he felt that the air of smugness you were giving off and the assured smile you were had not vanished

"Of course not, I can count on one hand the number of generals I have met who would be foolish enough to walk so readily into their grave" You chuckle as Angron smiles with dark satisfaction as he realizes what you're planning and highly approves "They died early and easily. However, even a wise and cunning leader can fall into the simplest of traps if they suffer from particular flaws of character. Ambition, Greed, or Pride, even one is enough to render a man blind to the noose tightening around his own neck, and the hands that have tied it"

"I see, you plan to bait them into the mountain pass with a prize so great it cannot be resisted. Even a great house would fall for this scheme, but one of the lesser, poorer ones? The chance to outdo their overlords would be irresistible. The call of glory and prestige is one few men can resist. I'm fortunate I have your cunning on my side, Brother" Angron bellows, smacking you hard on your back "Seems your mistborn wiles have a place in the open air after all"

"We'd have to convince the men to allow Angron to risk himself so openly. They idolize him, and only fight because he leads. If he is wounded, their resolve might waver, and with it their faith" Oenomaus says sternly with a nod, trying to hide his own concern for his son's well being with the detached mask of a general "It'd be risky, and there is always the chance this whelp has more brains than the rest of the pack"

"Who said Angron would be the bait? You have his brother standing right in front of you!" You proclaim, altering the battleplan rapidly, sketching a panther's head in the mouth of the mountain pass and a wall of broken chains along the wall of the range "I shall disguise myself, and stand at the head of the ragged host they expect. While the real Angron and the full force of our army waits in await along the mountain's edge, unseen and unheard until the signal is given"
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>>5452924

Then, placing your hands down in the sands, your dramatically push them forward, and close off the mountain pass.

"They will seal the entrance, trapping the high riders and blocking any chance of escape" You snarl predatorily revealing your teeth with a feral grin and narrowing your eyes like a panther "Then, they shall be stuck and surrounded on both sides. Such a disadvantageous position cannot be defended, and they shall fall like autumn leaves"

"Even if you looked nothing like the undefeated, grandfather, your illusions could make you seem as twins" One of your gladiators states, even though it was obvious "But, as you two share a family resemblance, all you would need to do is wear his armor"

"So that's your scheme? Lure them in with a prize that would not only benefit their family and self, but also humiliate and shame the most powerful house on Nuceria" Oenomaus says admiringly, as he looks over the ruined map with crossed arms "How devious. And since you've volunteered to take the dangerous job yourself, none in the army will complain or falter"

"And the high riders shall know that we are not dogs to be put down" Angron declares, anger boiling in his hard eyes "But a force to be reckoned with and feared. And those still enslaved will see that there is hope for a life without collars and chains! They shall burn themselves upon the fury of those they have tried and failed to break"

"So it is decided" You say with a humble bowing of your head "I shall become your mirror, and lead our enemies into your open palm. So they may be crushed swiftly and without remorse"

"Only because I trust you to be able to carry out this ruse" Angron says, his mask of rage cracking to reveal a brotherly smile "With us together, fighting side by side, victory is assured. All of Nuceria will know the high riders can be beaten, and by a man they called slave"

"Hand in hand, we shall lift they veil of oppression the high riders cast over the eyes of the people and show them the light of hope and prosperity, that they can live and flourish outside of their wicked and unjust rule" You say solemnly, lifting your head as, almost ritualistically, the gathered officers kick what remains of the map away, having already memorized and etched the plan deeply into their minds. And with that, the council departs and you prepare those selected to make up your false army, the pitiful band of tired slaves and wild eyed gladiators the High Rider's expect to meet.

They, like yourself, will need to disguise themselves and dress in the clothes of deceit. Washing themselves with dirt and sand, tearing their clothes and damaging their armor cosmetically without compromising its efficiency or strength. They will hide the weapons they have stolen from the high riders, holding simple spears, clubs and shaped rocks and slings and throw their hair up and loose.
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>>5452927

As you shall dress yourself in shifting shadows and gladiator armor, they shall throw over themselves the appearance of raggedness and barbarity.

And so, the image the high riders have of their so called "lessers", shall be shown to them. The flames of their pride shall be fanned, and they will rush forward without thinking to capture the most valuable slave to ever escape from the foul clutches. And shall instead find themselves in the middle of his palm. Yes, you and your brother will teach them that Angron Thal'kyr is no slave, that his name is one to be respected and dreaded.
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It was a miserable day. The air was thickly wet and dense, but also hot, despite their proximity to the ice capped mountains. It felt like the whole world was thrown into a boiling pot. The sun beat down and burned all who had the misfortune to walk beneath it. Markos Des'bet was exhausted, and he knew all of the soldiers he had drafted to supplement his house's army of trained eunuchs and lobotomized thralls was just as weary. With a thought, he command his taskmasters to activate the encouragement wires forcefully implanted in the base of their spines, to rouse them with pain, before their obedience circuits were charged, preventing any ideas of discontent or rebelliousness from taking root. An animal in pain fought harder than one without. Snorting, wiping sweat from his brow and hanging jowls, Markos observed his army, smiling as he saw the Ogryns he had purchased recently stumbling along in magnetic collars and floating collars, controlled by his younger brother while his sister, with shock whip and controller, kept in line their private stock of nailed fighters, howling and drooling spittle flecked with blood.

He sighed, the heat washing over him, banishing any pleasant thought from his mind as he tried to reflect and languish mentally on his good fortune. Word had gotten out that the high and mighty Thal'kr had lost their prized gladiator, and the city of Desh'ea had lost most of its indentured and enslaved population. The capital city had also apparenlty been set on fire and torn apart. The powerful Thal'kr had been exposed for their true weakness, and all of those house forced for generations to prostrate and scrabble for influence, wealth and power beneath their feet, including the honorable house Des'bet, were gnawing at their bridles to take advantage of this newly revealed weakness and take as much as they could from Thal'kr.

Glory to the man who captured the "Slave king", it had been shouted across Nuceria. Glory and fame eternal to the man to upstage the Thal'kr, it had been whispered amongst the high riders. And Amongst his own house, it had been conspiratly decided, that it would be the Desh'ea, who supplant the wavering masters whom they had been made to serve and prop up for centuries. They had become complacent and worthless as rulers, if they had let a slave burn the jewel of the Desh'elika and escape into the wilderness.
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>>5452930

Markos groaned, wondering how it could be so hot when he could see snow and ice on the horizon, and forced his mechanical steed forward with a press of his foot, the stench of burning ozone filling his lungs as he lead his army forward, towards those hopefully colder mountains, where it had been rumored The Unbeaten had been spotted. Markos was grateful the pup had moved north, he had never liked the heat further down the Desh'elika and preferred the colder climate of his home. He had traveled in search of any sign of the Thal'kr's mistake, and had been trying to guide the lost lambs to his preferred climate, knowing slaves ran and hid whenever they caught even so much as a whiff of a real soldier's passing. They knew their masters, and were predictable. Like sheep, they'd run and pen themselves in for easy capture. That the giant of Desh'ea led them, meant nothing. He was a slave, and so had slave instincts. He'd flee as soon as he saw he was outmatched.

A simple duty, that had somehow been failed by his old masters. Markos dreamt of the glory and prestige to come, as his treaded engine cut its way through the landscape, spitting up red sparks and smoke the color of pitch. A robotic bird landed upon his soldier, speaking in the voice of one of his augmented servants, who had been using their telescopic retinal to observe the horizon ahead and study the landscape for miles for any sign of the so called king of slaves.

The hawk brought good news. Small camps had been spotted ahead, with burning fires, and a familiar, towering figure had been briefly spotted amongst them still dressed in the rags and armor given to him in the Arena, strutting about like a king in his court. An excited grin stretched across Markos' face, and to celebrate, he brought an inhaler filled with his favorite aerosolized narcotic vapor to his nose, and breathed deep. Transmitting his thoughts to his brothers and officers, all of them joined him in his silent exultation. Some shocked their slaves, others took a swig of their hot wine, and others yet joined him in his particular vice.

Rabid and wild with glee, Markos road forth, his personal chariot spitting flame and fury as it sped across the plain, followed by his officers and siblings, and by the horde they commanded. A cloud of dust clouted out the sun, as he clenched his teeth and howled with laughter of drug and ambition fueled mania. In what felt like moments, Markos spotted the hovels the slaves had made for themselves, and saw them scatter even as the tallest among them, which must be the Lord of the Red Sands stood stalwart and unafraid before the legion that had come down upon them. But, as they came closer and could be seen as much as they were heard, even the giant amongst men fled and abandoned his pitiful "kingdom" of filth and tattered hides, running from them! Running from Markos
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>>5452932

Now more high on his ego than any stimulant, Markos whipped his army into a fervor with chemical and cybernetic encouragment. A Chorus of pain and rage filled the sky, as the high riders closed in on their prey, chasing them into a little gorge cut into the Desh'elika mountains! The exact kind of places Markos had spent his youth wandering and hunting.

Another blast of drugged vapor, and he began slavering, frothing at the mouth like a rabid dog as he closed in on his prize. Just as he knew they would, the slaves backed themselves into a corner. It was almost like their instincts drove them to unconsciously sabotage themselves, like they were drawn back to their imprisonment! And why wouldn't they? They were starved and miserable! Surely even the lord of red sands would realize his place, after failing so greatly to live on his own, without the guiding hand of his masters
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"I can't believe they fell so readily for my trap" You laugh, as you sit atop a rock, watching the high riders charge into the canyon pass beneath a cloud of pollutant filled smog and dust, their rumbling war machines shaking the ground as a keening cry of pain and torment pierced the air, overpowering even the struggling bellowing of the engines and power blocks of the vehicles they road atop "I suspected they'd be blinded by their own ambition, but to so blindly throw themselves forward without any hesitation, without studying their surroundings, proves them only to be the highest and greatest of fools!"

"They're dumber than cliffjumpers" Feng laughed as the men who Angron had given you to command readied themselves, dropping the primitive weapons they had held, to replace them with the proper weaponry they had taken from their former masters and oppressors "blinder than moles, more proud than a dragon. What a lethal combination of traits to have. I'd feel bad for them, if they weren't filth"

"You know, Lieren, I can see why your brother gave you such an important role this battle. You're one crafty son of a bitch" One of Angron's brother remarks, chewing on a sharpened twig as he knelt on one knee, with a rifle on his shoulder and one eye closed tightly "Never thought the masters were this stupid!"

"Guess once you have no reason to fear them, their failings become more apparent? Say, think I can take the head of one of the lords riding in the front?" Another asked happily, eyes burning with a hatred soon to be satiated.

"Don't need to understand them to know they're insulting the fools riding towards us" Feng laughed "So, great hunter, what's the plan? Are we going to sit like fat toads, waiting for your brother to slam into their exposed rear? Draw them deeper in, making them thin their lines, or are we going to bare our fangs and go for their throat"
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>>5452934

"What's the star man saying? Sounds like he's got a plan of his own"
"I say let the head hunter loose, the mad man took down a high rider in the midst of his own body guards"
"From what I've heard from Lieren, he took down several without even being noticed, before they found eachother again"
"Shouldn't we wait until they close, might ruin the surprise if they realize we can fight back"
"High riders are as dumb as goats in heat, they wouldn't realize they were had even if they were bleeding on the ground"
"Don't underestimate the masters, they can be as cunning as they are cruel."
"He's right, we fooled them once, don't need to risk them seeing our trick, right before the trap is spun"
"What are they gonna do if we charge them? Run right into Angron's arms? They're dead men walking"
"Yeah! We should just rush them down, push them and break them against the wall"
"Goddamn that is a lot of men, feels like they brought a whole stadium's crowd to bear down on us"

What do you do, now that the high riders have fallen for your trap, Lieren?

>continue the chase further into the mountain pass, giving the signal to Angron once you're sure they've entered it completely. Then turn around and lead a counter charge

>Use your pyskerist technique and mastery to your advantage, and cause a rock slide to fall atop the high riders the moment Angron traps them in the pass

>Try out a new technique you had been practicing with, and bring the mists and fog of shangrala over the eyes of the high riders.

>Pick up the axes your brother had lent you, and use the "Mien of the companion loyal and true" and channel Aruna as you unleash the "Cloak of the ever burning will" and try to cut your way through the high riders to meet Angron on the other side.

>Write in

>Pick up the axes your brother had lent you, and use the "Mien of the companion loyal and true" and channel Aruna as you unleash the "Cloak of the ever burning will" and try to cut your way through the high riders to meet Angron on the other side

Did angron use the sword of love?
Good match.

>>5452936
>>Pick up the axes your brother had lent you, and use the "Mien of the companion loyal and true" and channel Aruna as you unleash the "Cloak of the ever burning will" and try to cut your way through the high riders to meet Angron on the other side.

>>5452936
>Try out a new technique you had been practicing with, and bring the mists and fog of shangrala over the eyes of the high riders.
New ability get

>>5452936
>continue the chase further into the mountain pass, giving the signal to Angron once you're sure they've entered it completely. Then turn around and lead a counter charge
>Try out a new technique you had been practicing with, and bring the mists and fog of shangrala over the eyes of the high riders.
>Pick up the axes your brother had lent you, and use the "Mien of the companion loyal and true" and channel Aruna as you unleash the "Cloak of the ever burning will" and try to cut your way through the high riders to meet Angron on the other side.

>>5452936
>Lead them further in, signal angeron
>Pick up the axes lent to you and use the Mien of the companion loyal and true

No reason to get complacent. Make sure they are trapped before we begin tearing them apart.

>>5452942
Oh, and this too
>continue the chase further into the mountain pass, giving the signal to Angron once you're sure they've entered it completely. Then turn around and lead a counter charge

>>5452936
>continue the chase further into the mountain pass, giving the signal to Angron once you're sure they've entered it completely. Then turn around and lead a counter charge
>Pick up the axes your brother had lent you, and use the "Mien of the companion loyal and true" and channel Aruna as you unleash the "Cloak of the ever burning will" and try to cut your way through the high riders to meet Angron on the other side.

>>5452936
>>continue the chase further into the mountain pass, giving the signal to Angron once you're sure they've entered it completely. Then turn around and lead a counter charge

>>5452936
>>Pick up the axes your brother had lent you, and use the "Mien of the companion loyal and true" and channel Aruna as you unleash the "Cloak of the ever burning will" and try to cut your way through the high riders to meet Angron on the other side.

>>5452936

>continue the chase further into the mountain pass, giving the signal to Angron once you're sure they've entered it completely. Then turn around and lead a counter charge
>Try out a new technique you had been practicing with, and bring the mists and fog of shangrala over the eyes of the high riders.

>>5452936
>>continue the chase further into the mountain pass, giving the signal to Angron once you're sure they've entered it completely. Then turn around and lead a counter charge

>>5452936
>>continue the chase further into the mountain pass, giving the signal to Angron once you're sure they've entered it completely. Then turn around and lead a countercharge
>Try out a new technique you had been practicing with, and bring the mists and fog of shangrala over the eyes of the high riders.

>>5452936
>continue the chase further into the mountain pass, giving the signal to Angron once you're sure they've entered it completely. Then turn around and lead a counter charge
>Try out a new technique you had been practicing with, and bring the mists and fog of shangrala over the eyes of the high riders.

>>5452936
>continue the chase further into the mountain pass, giving the signal to Angron once you're sure they've entered it completely. Then turn around and lead a counter charge

>Try out a new technique you had been practicing with, and bring the mists and fog of shangrala over the eyes of the high riders.

>>5452936
>Write in: Orders for Feng
Feng: He's a marksman chief of all I think we tell him to find a high and hidden position and should target the enemies communication and recon people/units. This will stop them being able to call for a halt if they realise it is a trap but also stops them being able to call for help once it is sprung! Added bonus of by removing their detectors so to speak Feng can eliminate his targets more effectively.

>Pick up the axes your brother had lent you, and use the "Mien of the companion loyal and true" and channel Aruna as you unleash the "Cloak of the ever burning will" and try to cut your way through the high riders to meet Angron on the other side.
If we are lucky we could implant some Vishnu ideals and cultural bits here, sowing seeds of their ways upon another world...we can't let them die out utterly :(

>continue the chase further into the mountain pass, giving the signal to Angron once you're sure they've entered it completely. Then turn around and lead a counter charge
Note: As we fall back we need to keep the enemy enraged so they don't think to hard upon this trap, throw some insults or something to keep the attention upon ourselves.

>>5452936
>continue the chase further into the mountain pass, giving the signal to Angron once you're sure they've entered it completely. Then turn around and lead a counter charge
>Try out a new technique you had been practicing with, and bring the mists and fog of shangrala over the eyes of the high riders.

>>5452936
>continue the chase further into the mountain pass, giving the signal to Angron once you're sure they've entered it completely. Then turn around and lead a counter charge
>Pick up the axes your brother had lent you, and use the "Mien of the companion loyal and true" and channel Aruna as you unleash the "Cloak of the ever burning will" and try to cut your way through the high riders to meet Angron on the other side.

>>5453233
>>5452936
Support. Sniper bro can cause a blackout

>>5452936
>Try out a new technique you had been practicing with, and bring the mists and fog of shangrala over the eyes of the high riders.
>continue the chase further into the mountain pass, giving the signal to Angron once you're sure they've entered it completely. Then turn around and lead a counter charge

>>5452936
>continue the chase further into the mountain pass, giving the signal to Angron once you're sure they've entered it completely. Then turn around and lead a counter charge

>Use your pyskerist technique and mastery to your advantage, and cause a rock slide to fall atop the high riders the moment Angron traps them in the pass

>continue the chase further into the mountain pass, giving the signal to Angron once you're sure they've entered it completely. Then turn around and lead a counter charge
>Pick up the axes your brother had lent you, and use the "Mien of the companion loyal and true" and channel Aruna as you unleash the "Cloak of the ever burning will" and try to cut your way through the high riders to meet Angron on the other side.

>>5452936
>>continue the chase further into the mountain pass, giving the signal to Angron once you're sure they've entered it completely. Then turn around and lead a counter charge

>>5452936
>Try out a new technique you had been practicing with, and bring the mists and fog of shangrala over the eyes of the high riders.

>>5452936
>continue the chase further into the mountain pass, giving the signal to Angron once you're sure they've entered it completely. Then turn around and lead a counter charge
>Pick up the axes your brother had lent you, and use the "Mien of the companion loyal and true" and channel Aruna as you unleash the "Cloak of the ever burning will" and try to cut your way through the high riders to meet Angron on the other side.

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It's a touch late but I commissioned this! 2 years of Mist swept, golden eyed adventures!

Thanks for it all Malal! Here's to many more!

>>5455478
Nice.
The gundao having the bull to representing how we made it in Chen's memory is absolutely kino, but the lotus on the Jouney being a normal artistic rendition instead of the eight pointed one loses point though. Got to style on chaos by turning their eight folded path inwards.

>>5455483
Although one could argue that it's the eight pointed lotus, just being seen sideways instead.

>>5455478
>2 years
Bull fucking shit. It has not been that long.
I refuse.

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>>5455494
You're right, It's only been 1 year 11 months and 26 days.

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>>5455478
Rather based of you, anon

>>5455478
Looks cool as hell wish he had the sword of life instead of his gundao

>>5455511
The sword is sick, but be honest, swords are a little overrepresented in fantasy art.
The Chendao seems like a much more personal item to Lieren anyways.

I'd love for Lieren to make a Celestial Armoury, just a collection of cleansed weapons sat adrift in our golden sea. In times of fire need sometimes a Son managing to suddenly draw one

>>5455613
Now THAT is an idea my friend. The Golden Sea's very own Drifting Panoply.

>>5455478
Yo that's cool as fuck, how drew it and how much did it cost you? And do you think they would be willing to work for exposure on a Hungarian whittling forum?

>>5455938
A guy I found on the commission discord from /ACO/ if I'm honest, $200, nah they a pro whom do t do nuffin for free especially on this Taiwanese strawroof making forum. I recommend people checking the server out there are none lewd artists there whom do solid work

>>5455938
free lol
one can only do it if he think the quest deserve it. And likely not forever. And there isn't much exposure here, most of the time people say "cool" once you post an image and that's it lol

Calling the vote now. Sorry for the wait.

Pick up the axes your brother had lent you, and use the "Mien of the companion loyal and true" and channel Aruna as you unleash the "Cloak of the ever burning will" and try to cut your way through the high riders to meet Angron on the other side:11

Try out a new technique you had been practicing with, and bring the mists and fog of shangrala over the eyes of the high riders.: 9

continue the chase further into the mountain pass, giving the signal to Angron once you're sure they've entered it completely. Then turn around and lead a counter charge:19
-Hurl insults to keep their attention solely on yourself: 2

Order Feng to get into a sniping position: 2

Use your pyskerist technique and mastery to your advantage, and cause a rock slide to fall atop the high riders the moment Angron traps them in the pass: 1

Total votes: 23

So Lieren will pick up the axes his brother lent to him, and continue the chase further into pass, giving his brother the signal to attack once the whole army has entered the mountain pass

then turn around, channel the Mien of the companion loyal and true aligned to chief Aruna, along with the cloak of the ever burning will, and counter charge and attempt to cut through the highriders to reach Angron on the other side of the army

Writing now

>>5455478
Holy shit that is incredible. love the lotus details on the left pauldron, the belt buckle, the scale details on the legs, arm and loincloth, and I especially like the silver moonlight shrouded journey and golden flame enshrouded Chen Dao and of course the Fog panther pelt.

Love the imposing stance Lieren has, and the silent fury in his gold burning eyes.

>>5455979
Damn! well I'd say it was well worth the price. Thanks a ton for commissioning.

>>5455613
This makes me imagine someone like Luli managing to summon the sword of love in the face of demonic threat. Which amuses me greatly

Or like, some traitor astarte tries to kill an ancient Yin Lei for bragging rights, and out of nowhere a Guandao falls out of the air ontop of their helmetless head

Without saying a word, you slide down the face of the stone you were sitting atop. Landing without a sand, in one fluid motion as you stand to your full, imposing height, you lower down your arms to lift up the set of twin axes your brother had loaned to you to further sell the illusion that you were the lord of the read sands. Pulling them from where you had stuck them into the hard, rocky ground of the mountain pass, you look over the horde of techno barbaric despots and their unfortunate army of chattel and chem thralls, a painful reminded of the high riders abuse of the technology of their forefathers and their cruelty to their fellow men. The Butcher King would have found himself in the good company of kindred spirits here, though villains and tyrants rarely consider their peers anything more than competition, whether they serve or are served by their fellow blackguards.

Sighing, you turn around, acting with a sense of false urgency and begin to feign a retreat further into the pass. Without having to speak a word, the soldiers assigned to your command and Feng and his students from this world, follow your lead, some even joining you in the performances you're putting on to encourage and incense the high riders to act with further recklessness and follow you deeper and deeper into their open grave. So while your host appears to be panicked and stumbling over each other, struggling to keep hold of their weapons, in truth they are diligently performing their roles in this deception you have writ. The Maneuver, while simple, is relatively difficult to pull off as it is hard to fake true panic or terror and uncoordinated stumbling and running is hard to coordinate en masse. But the men under your command perform it marvelously, acting so well you wonder if they could have a future in theater should they survive the war against the high riders.

The high riders take the bait with gusto, surging forward with even greater fervor and vitality than before, pressing and squeezing their host forward into the canyon, as the heads of the army lead the charge on their crude mechanical steeds. Soon, the whole of their army shall be stuck inside the mountain pass and at your signal, Angron and his army shall slam into their rear as you lead a counter charge against the leader of this wretched force with the breakneck rapidity of a raging storm. Surely, no matter how many monstrosities and indentured warriors they command, and no matter the augmented strength they posses or the deadly technology they wield, the high riders shall be shattered and ground to dust beneath the combined might of true brother primarchs. They will be crushed between Angron and your own hands, never realizing they had so carelessly leaped into their palms until it was too late for them to right their mortal mistake of underestimating their enemies. Their foolish pride shall be their undoing, how fitting.
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>>5456320
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Spittle frothed and flew from Markos Des'bet's cackling mouth, his jaw hanging open as rushing air shrieked in his ears and threatened to tear the nasal tubes that provided him with his beloved elixir from his nostrils as he pressed his heel as hard as he could against the pedal of his chariot, urging it to burn its fuel and quicken its internal mechanisms to propel him faster and faster, headlong towards the retreating giant. Black clouds of miasmic smoke and crud spat from the darkened gold pipes rising from its front and back, blotting out from sight his siblings and trusted underlings, who were right at his back, forcing their own machines to their limits just to try and keep up with him, so they may greedily lap upon the glory that spilt from his cup the moment he took his prize! This day would be one that would last forever in memory, embrazoning his name in the pages of history. When Markos the slave taker began his acension to power and glory. When the weakening Thal'kr's downfall began at the hands of the ascendant Des'bet.

So deeply he had fallen into his fantasies, that Markos could barely see the world except for the mountain child. He was vaguely aware of the escaped slaves who ran before the brute, but they were little more than shadows cast by ghosts to his eyes. His thrill to, had made him ignorant of the flying stones and splintered shale thrown up by his burning chariots charge down the mountain pass, and the chocking fumes he surrounded himself with. He hadn't even noticed that his supply of narcotics had run thin and then empty, so focused and enamored he was with Catching up to the lord of the red sands, and taking Angron Thal'kyr as his property to rub his triumph in the once proud and arrogant faces of the Thal'kr!

Despite the sheer winds whipped up by the speed of his approach, his eyes remind wide and staring, even as his tongue dried on the air and drops of drool flew past his lips as he pressed his heel down, further and further. In his hand was a trident with three barbs that when broken, would freeze a patch of space and suspend all within it, stilling them and preserving them like a statue until they were brought to the proper altar of arcane and ancient technologies.

Oh he'd parade the Unbeaten for sometime in that state, then implant the rowdy slave rebellious brain with cybernetics to dull his wild temper without rendering him docile. The Iron Nails might make him a more ferocious dog, but Markos knew those devices to be lethal not only to their victim but their owner as well. It'd be a waste to ruin a specimen like Angron with those cursed nails. Lesser slaves only increased in value when nailed, but a prize like the lord of the red sands? It'd be simply wasteful to expend such a fine fighter, limiting their life to bless them with a rabid, all consuming rage.

Markos blinked, as the world briefly filled with bright red light.
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>>5456322

Something bright and burning drew him out from his mind where he had been busy planning a future that had not yet been made certain. A crimson star had rocketed into the air, as Angron held a strange pillar that seemed wrapped in some kind of papyrus or thin sheep's skin, but bright colored as if dyed. A stench filled the air, acrid and sulfurous, and his eyes watered as a grey cloud of burning smoke expanded from the giant's clenched fist as the burning red star whistled as it flew, spitting out sparks as it left behind a comets trail of billowing, burning clouds.

Instinctively, Markos slammed his other foot down on the breaks, nearly throwing himself from his chariot's throne, feeling the wires connecting his lower back and legs to its metal frame tearing in the ports in his flesh and bones, trying to tear themselves free from the whiplash of his sudden stop.

His eyes followed the small star, its whistle growing fainter and fainter until. With a sound like fun fire, it exploded into a swarm of amber and gold sparks. Shaking his head, he forced his eyes down from the now vividly colored and glowing sky, to resume his pursuit of the giant.

And to his further confusion, saw that Angron Thal'kyr, the lord of the red sands, had some how caught fire! Was he trying to kill himself with that strange tube the star had flew out of. Markos panicked, and so didn't notice the queer golden tint of the flames that cloaked "Angron" and ran down his shoulders, flowing and dancing like streamers in the wind, even though there was not so much as a stifiled breeze in the heart of the mountain pass.

He did, notice, however, when the burning titan roared, and raised up his dual axes and charged towards him as he rushed to capture him before he was reduced to ash. The sudden aggression drew Markos from his panicked state of mind, long enough for him to see the flames upon Angron's face shift and turn white, forming into the front half of a skull as the still golden flames darkened in places and became striped, shifting to assume the shape of strange armor and stranger furs upon his hulking frame. His heart leapt, as two balls, the color of freshly spilt blood, burned in the socket's of the white flame skull.

He thought, in the moment before "Angron" closed the distance between them, for a moment, that he heard a warcry in an unfamiliar tongue, guttural and snarling, yet faint and raspy like the whispers of death itself.

This thought was interrupted by a near molten axe blade impacting in the exact center of his skull, held by an ethereal hand of gilded fire, held in the air by telekinetic force after Lieren tossed his axe forward before leaping into the air to avoid colliding with the now dead Markos' chariot.

The ambitious son of Des'bet, died without realizing what had killed him or the true scope of his folly in deciding to chase giants.
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>>5456323

His flesh melted before it charred, and so to did his bones. What remained crumbled into ember and ash, as Lieren pulled what remained of the burning axe free and landed atop the back of the chairot, facing down the other high riders who had followed Markos into battle, and unknowingly into death

Beneath white and gold flames, a fang like grin filled with malice and hatred beyond reckoning spread on the Giant of Shangrala's face.
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With a kick, you threw up the three pronged spear into the air, and caught it in your hand, holding it next to the ruined axe, which had been unable to withstand the intensity of the fires of your will.

The strange vehicle the high rider had road, listed to the side lazily, losing momentum and speed as the black cloud of filth dissipated on the winds whipped up by your sudden burst of moment.

Before you, stood a pack of baffled tyrants, staring with drug addled eyes as they witnessed their leader vanish in a burst of radiant light to be replaced near instantly by a colossus cast in an inferno of shimmering flames. With a glance, you studied the weapon in your hand, and saw beneath its metal that it contained three stasis fields held contained within vessels of a fragile, glass like material that was made of crystalized energy. A curious device and one clearly created for kidnapping men, women and children intact and unharmed, to serve and be sold as slaves.

"How despicable" You hissed in your native tongue, as you felt Aruna's strength surge through the muscles of your arms, complimenting and adding to your naturally massive reserves of power "Truly a tyrants tool. To hold it in my hand is to soil it with the taint of its purpose, I can feel in its wiring, the foul will of its inventor and the cruelty of its wielders. This is a cursed thing, an evil thing, a wicked thing. Worthy of destruction alone. Just like its owner"

And so, you leap from the carriage as it swerved to the side and impacted and crumbled upon the mountain walls. Airborn, you dismissively discarded the contemptible tool over your shoulder. Forming the molten metal of the ruined axe around its surviving twin, you formed a protective barrier of liquid metal around it, and took the short hafted axe in both your hands as you began to plummet back to the earth.

The impact of your decent, formed a hole in the ground and lifted up slabs of rock. The fall of your axe's head, however, split the second foremost high rider in two, along with the queer contraption they road atop. The others, realizing they were facing an actual threat, struggled with their machines to stop from slamming into the barricade of stone you had erected and lifted up with your fall to the earth

And this gave you an opportunity, as they struggled with their mechanized mounts to avoid being pulverized against stones, their was a lull and halting of their charge.
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>>5456324

Allowing you to with a bellowed cry to charge, to call the soldiers under your command forward and swarm the high riders in their stalled vehicles.

Then, bowing your head and lowering yourself to the ground, you charged forward, still connected to Aruna's noble spirit as you moved like a panther born of flame and death. From the edge of the axe in your hands, crescent blades of molten steel and enchanted fire erupted forth, carving through stone and tyrant alike as you made your way to meet your brother in the middle of this heinous host. Already some of the smarter High riders commanding it were retreating back, trying to use their soldiers as living shields, while their duller counterparts were dragged to the ground and stabbed to death, or cut down or incinerated the moment they stepped before you brazenly, thinking they could challenge a hunter of wicked spirits as ill prepared as they were to face your brother.

However, their quick deaths gave time for their smarter brethren to gather and plan, and bring to bare the dangerous relics they wielded without caution or wisdom, forming barricades of lobotomized cyber slaves behind the first charges of men turned rabid by the horrible technologies implanted within their scalps, as they readied and prepared these ancients tools of destruction and death.

Things that could make even a primarch bleed. How troublesome.

How do you try to overcome this latest obstacle, Lieren?

>Clench your hand, turning the remaining axe in your hand into molten metal like its twin, compress it into a ball with spirit's touch, then throw it at the emplacements before releasing your grip on it, creating an explosion of heat and liquid metal.

>Grab one of the slabs of stone you forced from the ground, and use it as a shield, while directing Feng to snipe the high rider's who actually know how to use the weapons

>Perform the carp's dance, and close the distance between you and them and continue cutting your path through the high riders without pausing.

>Stop channeling Aruna's mien, and instead turn your cloak of flames into Cloak of the ever burning will: Spirit Subjugating Blade", and swing your axe, slamming a razor edged pillar of radiant soulfire upon them

>Write in

>>5456325
>Grab one of the slabs of stone you forced from the ground, and use it as a shield, while directing Feng to snipe the high rider's who actually know how to use the weapons

>>5456325
>>Grab one of the slabs of stone you forced from the ground, and use it as a shield, while directing Feng to snipe the high rider's who actually know how to use the weapons

>>5456325
>>Grab one of the slabs of stone you forced from the ground, and use it as a shield, while directing Feng to snipe the high rider's who actually know how to use the weapons

>>5456325
>Grab one of the slabs of stone you forced from the ground, and use it as a shield, while directing Feng to snipe the high rider's who actually know how to use the weapons

>>5456325
>>Stop channeling Aruna's mien, and instead turn your cloak of flames into Cloak of the ever burning will: Spirit Subjugating Blade", and swing your axe, slamming a razor edged pillar of radiant soulfire upon th
death to the tyrants

>>5456325
>>Perform the carp's dance, and close the distance between you and them and continue cutting your path through the high riders without pausing.

>>5456325
>Perform the carp's dance, and close the distance between you and them and continue cutting your path through the high riders without pausing.

>>5456325
>>Perform the carp's dance, and close the distance between you and them and continue cutting your path through the high riders without pausing.

So what do you guys think an Evil Lieren would look like? We never really discussed that before. I know there's fanart of the Emperor turned to Chaos and we have an idea from alternative Heresies but Im curious so here's a little.

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"There he stood. The primarch of the Second Legion that was once known as Lieren of Nothing. One of the few primarchs the Emperor viewed as anything more than a tool to be discarded. It was once whispered that his name was put forth for consideration for the title of Warmaster. A name said in the same reverence as Sanginious and Horus. There he stood or should I say where the being that was once Lieren stood. The being resembled a walking monarch that had been stripped of all luxury, flesh, and ostentation. The being bore more in common with the ancient icons of the tomb kings of Urartu. I should know I was there. I raided those tombs on the orders of my Lord.I fought at Mount Ararat. The being was composed of nothing but bones appearing to be made of the whitest and darkest of jade. Its skull if could be called such bore nothing but a peaceful expression as though everything before it was a book it had already read. It had no teeth, lips, or tongue yet it smiled a relaxed smirk the kind a scholar bore when solving a mathematical proof. Its eyes however were the worst. One made of the coldest of ice and the other the hottest flame. Upon its back was a shredded gold cloth bearing the Legion's herlaldy of a lotus only it had blossomed to contain a cold burning sun. Wherever the being walked reality broke down and recontructed. All nature became technological circuitry all metals became golden plantlife that should not have lived but did. I did not lie when I said the eyes were the worst for all falsehoods broke down in its presence. Every lie I ever said or believed fractured and only blinding painful unavoidable truth remained. Upon Its brow existed a third eye similar to the now defunct navigator houses only this eye did not pierce the viel it evaptored it. In it I saw the death of every man I killed, every dream I've never had, I saw my families souls being reincarnated and devoured, I saw countless beings and creatures I have never met, but worst of all I saw truths I was not meant to see. I now spread his word. The teachings of Lieren. But I am no slave. I wage a war against all falsehood and am his son despite not bearing his blood. My name was taken from me when I was four years old. My title was Ra Endymion and I am a tool no longer. I am a man."

>>5456325
>Grab one of the slabs of stone you forced from the ground, and use it as a shield, while directing Feng to snipe the high rider's who actually know how to use the weapons

I don't think we should have broken the spear. It sounded like it was useful. Especially when subduing rouge primarch... Or making non lethal riot deterrents. Or kidnapping a necron kidnapper.

Basically it sounded like fun. A lot of fun.


That stasis tech sounds like it has potentialto stop titan scale weapon attacks and redirect it.

Gentlemen. We must make a gourd shaped storage item for this purpose. A place to store our stuff and defense to lol nope biggaton energy blasts.

It's not like we haven't purified a Great Unclean one. A non daemon weapon sounds like a breeze.

>Grab one of the slabs of stone you forced from the ground, and use it as a shield, while directing Feng to snipe the high rider's who actually know how to use the weapons

>>5456325
>Perform the carp's dance, and close the distance between you and them and continue cutting your path through the high riders without pausing.

Keep the mien, let us become a whirlwind of death, a brutal onslaught that uses its enemies' momentum and slices them gently with our brutal weapon

>>5456947
Dont think we actually broke the spear, we just tossed it behind us.

>>5456325
>Perform the carps dance
>Tell Feng to start sniping.

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>>5456809
"Ahh, may Chaos take the world. MAY CHAOS TAKE THE WORLD!"

Cygarus of the Pale Nomads watched a dozen marines from a distance, atop his perch in the ruins of an ancient Comms tower. His scoped rifle held close and Auspex allowing him to quietly listen in and watch the gathering of cousins at the behest of the Legion Master whom it seems had received a sealed scroll in the night. Gather information, observe and report; a simple task but to act in this manner to his fellow Astartes? It felt foreboding.

War Hounds, Chimera, Thousand Sons...even the Corpse Grinders? It was something strange the Legions being so different yet often they met, were friendly and spoke? There was more brotherhood between them than even some legions internally?

They spoke of past battles, they spoke of aspirations but then they spoke something new; The Journey. The Chimeras among them brought out tomes and together they all read. They debated, argued, laughed...drank? It was almost like watching oversized baselines on leave.

Cygarus observed them over and over up to a dozen encounters, he'd picked up a lot of this Journey's teachings by now and having had so long to contemplate them he saw value in a lot of it, yet was this wrong? It was not the Imperial Truth his Lord Grand Father the Emperor himself had penned. Was this something to report? No... no this Journey was good and frankly it almost made him feel a little at ease? Strange...

Eventually however he turned over his recordings and filed his closing report; shortly after he was called to the Inner Palace...He wondered why?
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A Ravenguard does what they do best, nothing dramatic per say.

>>5458310
Nice. I kind of like how the 2nd legion is the Chimera and the 20th legion is the hydra. We should also post heresy take in whatever Astartes choose to leave their legion. I especially hope we get some traitor word bearers, night lords, or ultramarines. No reason why that honourless bastard Guilimen should get to have a legion and we dont.

>>5458411
Why would Guilliman turn traitor?

We dont know how this heresy will play out and Guilliman is a self righteous, hypercritical, jealous prick, and I like the idea him and Lieren having a rivalry over who can better handle logistics and administrating. Also, fractions of loyalist legions turned traitor and fractions of traitor legions stayed loyal. Whose to say that when presented a third option besides chaos or the emperor they instead choose to side with us. That and he sucked up the remnants of legion in canon and hate that.

>>5458591
I think you're exaggerating his character flaws a little there.
It would take quite a lot for Roboute to defect to Chaos in any continuity, willingly or otherwise. So much so that I'm fairly certain he'd just split from the Imperium and do his own thing long before even considering the Ruinous Powers.
I'd say the same thing about Khan, but I figured that's a given.

>>5458724
yeah the khan was already preparing to go independent/rouge before he heard of the heresy.

I'm really hype for the Custodes meeting, what do or will they think of us? What have they heard about us? Is Alpharius among them and will we spot him? Gah I wanna know so bad.

Then our interactions with the other Primarch!? Hell after this we need to set up a warp call with dad so Angron and he can meet then from what our own Legion master told us of the war hounds introduce Angron to our boys old mate!

>>5459331
The custodes like nobody. Mostly by design, I think.

Probably wouldn't like us on the basis of being individuals rather than utterly devoted to Big E. But might have a good opinion of us, based on knowing about and facing the machinations of chaos.

“Any progress with your investigation Malcador?” The Emperor of man resplendent and grand asked having just dismissed several Pale Nomads, Malcador emerged from the shadows before his friend to answer.

“While I am not personally handling this matter my must trusted are, while no clear answers have emerged upon how the Second awoke his Psyker potential nor how it allowed him to reach out across the stars to speak to several other Primarch...we have noticed something.”

The Emperor sat and began to shuffle the cards of his Tarot before placing it down and resting his palm atop of it, he closed his eyes and with his free hand gestured the Sigillite to continue.

“Examining the Star charts gathered by the Fifteenth on your request, Chronographs, information shared by the Second himself in his book and some input from myself we have discovered your Dragon is not simply meeting his brothers through chance, he's on a path? Each time his soul wanders further and further from the Galactic core ever eastward.”

“The eye calling to him?” The Emperor infers

“No, he passed by it upon meeting the Fourth moving next to the Twelfth still again further eastward.”

“So what do you think it means old friend?” the Emperor chose to remain silent on how his second in command was still not using the names of his sons, in time he would.

“Your Second Son bares a Paradoxical Soul, it brings with it a stillness in the warp and a thinning of the veil both. His so called Golden Ocean is growing by the day, soul by soul he encounters connecting to him. Now factor in his encounters with the Great Enemy and awakening the Old Devil whom is yet to claim a domain within the Empyrean.-”

The Emperor remained quiet but felt a cold breeze within the sealed room, a low grating chuckle in the dark as Malcador continued.

“- What if he is being drawn to the boundary of the Galaxy for it is where the Warp is most still? Right now think of it was if the Warps density is greater than that of his phenomenon, it keeps him...it contained. It stops that Golden Tide sprawling outwards... now if he were to reach where the currents are calm and shallow, less dense so to speak...would his soul ocean not flood outwards unending no longer contained within a denser space.”

The Emperor's eyes slowly opened as he drew a card, turned it without looking and spoke.

“Lieren's Golden Ocean would grow and grow spread through it's connections, it would wrap around the Galaxy like a maw. But then what?”

Malcador stayed quiet and frowned,

The Master of mankind looked at the card he'd turned; it's surface was gorged with black scratches hiding the truth....he heard the low laughter once more.

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>>5460076

>>5456325
It has been a while since I've done this. at least 2-3 updates.
Total Votes: 13
Total Voters: 12

>turn the remaining axe in your hand into molten metal like its twin

>Grab one of the slabs of stone you forced from the ground 6

>Perform the carp's dance 5

>turn your cloak of flames into Cloak of the ever-burning will: Spirit Subjugating Blade 1

Write-in:
>tell fang to start sniping 1

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Sorry for the really long wait, my computer just wouldn't connect to the internet for some reason for nearly all last week. It did today, so I'm taking my shot to write while I can!

>>5462696
Really appreciate the assist.

So Lieren will grab one of the large stones his landing forced from the ground, using it as a shield as he directs Feng to snipe the high riders who know how to wield the archeotech weaponry they've brought to battle

Writing now

>>5456809
Now that is incredibly horrifying , good work painting the scene so vividly and capturing the horror so well.

>>5458310
Might not have been dramatic, but it was very good. And heartwarming

>>5460076
>>5460580

Oooh, foreboding, I like it.

Troublesome, yes. But you have yet to meet an obstacle that is truly insurmountable. And the horrific power and force of the horrific creations of the golden age of mankind certainly do not begin to approach the peak of what could perchance be named, undefeatable. Your experience with the high technology of ages past, especially when misused by hands who do not fully comprehend its capabilities and the price it reaps upon life and landscape, will make surmounting and overcoming the obstacle in your way as easy as a child's game. Despite the devestation they can wreck and the horrors they can unleash, they are still just tools. Dangerous tools, yes, without a doubt, but that danger passes when they are not being held. And, without a wielder to command them or technician to input activation codes and data strings, they are as harmless as any stick or stone lining the roadside.

Reaching back with your mind, you, without gesture or even a shifting of facial expression, summon one of the great stones thrown up from the ground b your hard landing moments before, pulling it towards you with spirit's touch. Increasing the potency and haste of the simple technique, you draw the several ton mass through the air as swift as a swallow in flight, and still cloaked in flame, grab hold of it fiercely. The psionically and soul charged flames spiral down from your shoulders, wrapping tightly around your arms before draining and intertwining themselves around your fingers like strangling roots or crawling veins. Rapidly, the golden soul fire spins and twirls around your clenching hands, compressing and condensing itself into a greater, more powerful energy. No longer flame, but the pure, glowing essence of the stuff of your ever blazing spirit and unquenchable will. And, upon the tips of your fingers, they form first into claws, then into drills. Drills that pierce the stone as it soars past you, faster than any bullet, slightly slower than a lance of darklight. With a shearing of rock, and shower of sparks, you anchor your hands deep into the slab. Of course, with strength of arm and grip alone, you could have pushed your hands through the slab of rock with ease, but that ease did not matter. Only efficiency and speed. And the moment it'd take to drive your limbs through stone, you would be bombarded from five different directions, and with a quick calculation you know the wounds you'd bare would impair your ability to fight drastically enough that a second barrage could be unleashed upon your recoiling or defending form, which could injure you enough to cause deeper and more troubling injuries.
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