>>5489667

"That not all of us are unyielding, sanctimonious fools whom follow orders and fate without thought or consideration" Folant says coolly, lifting up his hood to hide his inhuman features from the guards surrounding Angron's tent

"You certainly did what I once calculated as so improbable to be impossible" Kanzeon says kindly, though muttered under her breath "you're sect of Aeldair managed to worm their way into my heart of steel and make me fond of them, which I shan't soon forgive

"You are determined to hold onto your grudge towards those long dead, though those lost souls are deserving of your contempt" Carys replies, just as quietly as you enter into the tent, throwing open its closed flaps with a flick of your wrist. Inside, Angron is sitting at the head of a long table, while his generals and most trusted advisors are caught between excitement and confusion, some struggling to understand the nature of the reinforcements brought to them and others amazed by the wonderous sights they have witnessed, never before seen by any living eyes upon Nuceria. And your brother is taking great care to respectful explain to them the capabilities of their new weapons and the allies that came with them. And you can tell by the delirious fire in his eyes, he is greatly anticipating telling them what Kanzeon and Anahita's true bodies' weapon platforms are capable of.

Perhaps, after your discussion between him and the two leaders of the followers of the eightfold path denounced and turned inward, you can assist him in the endeavor to demystify the tools you have given to his soldiers and explain their function and use in a manner that can be easily understood by the uneducated layman. Perhaps after you have formally introduced him to Leaders and generals of the Shangralan forces whom have volunteered to join his war?

"Ah, Brother and sister, I had thought you two had wandered off somewhere quiet to...reacquaint yourselves after being apart for so long" Your brother half jested. Kanzeon's glare could be best described as colder than a moonless winter night, more threatening than the glow of a dark light lance and truly inhospitable. You yourself find your cheeks flushing the moment you hear the innuendo.

"Lieren is not so base a creature" She nigh hisses "to be driven by animal instinct and lust, simply the sight of me is enough to satisfy what desires he does possess"

"Tis true, I have a maiden's heart, as pure as untrodden snow" You laugh "And, do take care not to offend my dear iron willed lady, she can be as fierce as a panther"

"I can tell from the look in her eye" Angron said with a low chuckle "I meant no offense, forgive me for running my mouth, sister in law"

"I'll consider it" She grumbles in reply, crossing her arms but reducing her withering glare into a much less sever glower "To say such a thing in private would've been bad enough"
Cont

>>5489668

"Yes, I nearly fainted at the thought of such lasciviousness" You say sarcastically, faking weakness and making both your wife to be and brother smirk in amusement, despite themselves, defusing the tensity in the air

"Your brother is married" Oenomaus gawks "That is somehow more of a surprise than their being a whole army of giants emerging from the deep mountains. Thought he was too flighty for that"

"We found common cause and understanding, and found our lives were much more enjoyable with the other at ourside" Kanzeon explains with a content smile "My scholar and I...well, we see the world through the same lens and knew the other so well and intimately, that love came naturally between us, even if it took awhile for either of us to dare to admit it to the other"

"You feared rejection?" He asks, in disbelief

"She is beautiful, yes, as stunning as a night sky unhidden by fog or a day unclouded by mist, or the rolling white clouds that cover my world" you say sweetly, grabbing Kanzeon's hand "But, the love between us is...spiritual, unconditional, selfless. Built upon acceptance and understanding, rather than passion, desire of any sort"

"Just empathy and care" Kanzeon said, holding your hand tightly

"Agape" Angron said with a nod "I thought you were joking when you referred to yourself as having the heart of a maiden. "

"Truly romantic, sharing a love few can even conceptualize. But, did you come just to explain that to us, flaunting your relationship like courting song birds, or do you have business? We were about to discuss strategy" Oenomaus asks good naturedly, and you can see he is happy for you and Kanzeon, if only because it gives him hope Angron may one day also have one as beloved to him as Kanzeon is to you

"Flaunt? Maybe. Brag. Certainly " Kanzeon bluntly answers "Though, Lieren did have something he wanted to tell his brother, I just followed. Though it'd be a waste not to boast when I've the chance to. So go ahead, praise us for how incredible both of us are to possess the other!"

"Hmph, What a proud wife" Oenomaus said with a nod as he stood and beckoned the others to follow "Well, no reason to intrude on the conversation of two brothers, and I feel I might anger either of the lovebirds here if I'm left around either of them together, heh"

"Just don't run your mouth" Kanzeon advises as they leave the tent "Its easy enough to stay on my good side, right?"

Carys and Folant look away

"Right?" Kanzeon asks again, sarcastically and in good humor as you sit down from across your brother.

"So, besides coming to me to parade each other around and be toothachingly sweet with one another, what brings you to my tent brother?" Angron asks as you retrieve your bottle of dragon spit and pour him a glass "I'd say this is no time to celebrate, but the high riders have proven easy foes to overcome thus far"

"Its about that past" You say simply

"An unforgiveable crime in the past" Kanzeon continues
Cont

>>5489670

"Adorable" Your brother remarks on seeing how closely insync the two of you are "Is this another parable of yours? To impart into me some sort of wisdom?"

"Its about your past" You explain, bowing your head

"And that assholes who tried to kill you" Kanzeon says, clasping her hands together. Angron spills his drink

"I've already restrained my surprise and anger" You say, lifting up your eyes to look into Angron's and gauge his reaction "I am still furious, but such feelings are directionless, and those whom have wounded you are long dead by your hand"

"Just retribution" Kanzeon remarks, still smiling happily

"I know how I ended up captured, I've been told the story. A child, bloody and half dead in the mountains, dragged to the fighting pits. I remember that day well" Angron said harshly, his hand trembling as he lifted his glass for you to refill "It haunts my dreams, scrambling away from a rising pool of acid, confused, alone, terrified. I've done well not thinking on what happened before then, slept better to"

"It was an assassination attempt" You state sternly, pouring the glass "and the perpetrators were not native to this plane"

"From whence then, did they hail?" He asks, sipping the drink and nearly choking on it "Lieren!? what the fuck is this"

"A local Shangralan liquor fermented from fish guts and then distilled several times. It is known as Dragon's spit and is adored for its strength and bitter flavor, amongst certain circles. Others find it more palatable if diluted in fruit juice and pulp, or used to strip paint from wood" You explain with a mischievous giggle as Angron's face twists in disgust and anger

"or remove rust from wood, cleanse infected wounds, purge their body of sickness or light fires with its fumes" Kanzeon dully adds, trying to keep herself from laughing herself

"Asshole!" your brother declares "But, you were saying before you tried to poison me? Where'd the bastards come from"

"They weren't even human" Kanzeon mutters

"What?" He asks

Folant through back his hood, and Carys took of her helmet. Angron's eyes went first wide, then narrow.

"Aeldari, an ancient race with a sordid past. The largest of their surviving population are centered on great interstellar craft, as large as small planetary bodies. They are lead by skilled pyskers, though the whole race is naturally psionic. Psykers whom are particularly skilled in the art of foresight, propecy and divination" You explain rapidly "Carys is a former farseer of Ulthwe, whose seer council guided me to Nuceria and allowed me access to their closely guarded extradimensional network known as the Webway. However, she follows the Journey, the collection of my personal philosophy, views and beliefs, having forsaken the dominant way of life and living amongst the craftworlders"

Angron blinked and sipped his cup and visibly shuddered at the taste

"And they tried to have me killed as a child" He growls, low and threatening
Cont

>>5489671

"One of them did" Carys says guiltily "For they refuse to see reason and believe prophecy to be immutable, that there are but a handful of outcomes to every life and deed. Instead of each action changing everything, in perpetuity"

"As Lieren is so fond of saying, Fate is the salve of fools, and their are many fools amongst the Aeldari" Kanzeon said angrily "Carys, Folant and the rest of the flock who've have enough sense to see reason and realize your brother's path is superior their traditional societal organization and strict adherence to its restrictive and dominating paths, had nothing to do with it"

"I know they couldn't cause Lieren would've hung them himself if they had" Angron snarls, grinding his teeth in impotent rage "Alien, do you know which of your worlds tried to kill me? And why?"

"Destiny is an illusion of the proud and fearful" Carys said regretfully "Even if I explained it, you would not understand"

"Try me, pointy ears" Angron huffed "I need to know, so I can know who I need to kill"

"They'd never admit to it, and I was not high ranked enough even when I was in Ulthwe's good graces to know more than it was attempted and failed" Carys says measuredly and calmly "And all operatives were lost. I do know why it was attempted. They foresaw you killing a great dea; Aeldari and causing suffering across the stars. But that was never preordained"

"Our creator's ambition" Angron muttered ruefully

"We cannot be certain that is what they foresaw" You say, setting down the bottle of dragons spit "And if it was, then I would prefer to avert bloodshed between our races. Neither of us have any quarrel with the other"

"Beside their first colossal fuck up" Kanzeon whispered

"Just a council of them made the decision" Angron said coldly

"A pound of flesh can cause great trouble and harm" You warn

"You might've killed the seer who made the decision. Not every action taken by a farseer is approved by the craftworld's seer council" Carys said serenely, trying to quell your brothers fury.

"I hope they were a renegade. Because I cannot tolerate the high and mighty who would condemn an innocent youth to death and doom them to bondage to live" Angron said, composing himself though his words were still barbed with a deep, simmering rage "Let us end this discussion, before my mood worsens"

"if it'd raise your spirits and wash the fury from your heart, would you like to be introduced to the leaders of the Shangrala volunteers?" You ask hastily, clapping your hands together to move on from the now very much treacherous and uncomfortable suspect

"Yes!" Angron said, choosing to do the same "Once we fetch some wine to wash the taste of that...abominable drink from my mouth. How can you enjoy that poison, brother?"

"Oh, I mostly carry a few bottles for an emergency accelerant or disinfectant" You admit "But it is good fun to trick others into trying it, on occasion"
Cont

>>5489672

"If you'd allow, I'd prefer some tea instead of wine" Cary

"Same" Kanzeon chimes in "have you given him tea yet? I'd like to see how he reacts to it"

"Is this another trick?" Angron asked suspiciously as you asked Folant to go fetch the leaders of the Shangrala expeditionary force
_

"I like him, wish we had him back on Shangrala" Lai song remarked, laughing at a joke Angron told

"I'm happy to see the journey spread to distant stars. Tell me, Thal'kyr Angron, have you read the journey? I believe its teachings would prove most illuminating to a soul as tortured as your own. You have lived a hard life" Yin lei offered, plucking at the ends of his beard

"I do not believe I've had the chance to yet, but I noticed some of the beggars and gladiators following in my brother's footsteps referencing and quoting it" Angron said "And I wish to visit that land some day, Song, it sounds like a paradise, with how it has been described, at least from how Dai Niu described it"

"Uncle, it is an Eden" Nikephoros states with a nod "I could not believe my eyes when I first stepped upon it. Comparing Terra or Nuceria to it...the differences are stark. It is more than a paradise, and I am proud to have taken part in its defence"

"You should've seen the looks one our little siblings faces" Dae-hyun, cherry cheeked and tipsy laughed "They were used to a polluted, benighted world, a harsh world, and they followed us, thinking we were walking to a war more terrible than the unification wars back home, and now those who lived to see our victory there, are living in the lap of luxury! Hey, Hey! Father! Did you know Sergeant Mee-Kyong found herself a man! Yeah, she's gotten married! Isn't that incredible"

"And its all thanks to Lieren's diligent work and incredible vision and foresight. I remember when he told me he could feed all of Yan, and then proved it" Dai Niu said with a nod "Why, the population of Long-Jia has only increased , despite the disastrous losses of that last war. I..It uh...fills my heart with sorrow, thinking of all those children whom will never meet their fathers or their mothers, and yet will enjoy the fruits of their sacrifice

"It saddens us all" Yin Lei commiserated

"Luckily, the ministry of development will ensure they are well taken care off" Qadif said solemnly, bowing his head "I just hope the orphans of the dead hold no grudges"

"Like the witless Kang or the Mao children" Yin Lie spat

Angron listened, absorbing what he heard, as you sat silent. Elazar to, had remained quiet, and Dandan had wandered off with old man Shan to show Angron's own generals she wasn't idly boasting when she said she could erase mountain tops.

"You" He said suddenly, looking at Jinhai "You're the emperor of Shangrala, yes?"

Jinhai nodded as Dai Niu nearly choked on hearing how irreverently Angron spoke to him

"Why'd you come here?" Angron asked sharply

Jinhai bowed his head and smiled
Cont

>>5489673

"Lieren has never been selfish, he has given his life to help others and spread prosperity. he has ended famine, ended plague, and brought virtue and order where once there was naught but oppression. Through his wisdom, our people regained their honor and pride, and learned of benevolence and how to live virtuous and meaningful lives" Jinhai explained "I was told to stay on my throne, but...what brother would I be, if I did not seek to repay the debt that cannot be repaid. All of Shangrala, owes him dearly. He has reshaped the world and ended its long night, bringing security, plenty and unity"

"He makes jade from nothing" Yin Lei remarked

"I came cause I wanted to" Lai song snorted

"I want to die on a battlefield, rather than my bed" Dai Niu said gloomily "So as not to shame my dead sons"

"Lieren saved our people, as he save his own" Qadif laughed "And my wife is heavy with child, so she could not come"

"He's my brother and leader" Feng said proudly "Where he goes, I go"

"A Righteous cause called" Elazar said with a smirk

"I...I see" Angron says

"And we cannot leave tyranny unopposed. We share an enemy, and as Kin of Lieren, we see you as much of a friend as we do him" Jinhai continued, nodding as he reached over and poured Angron a glass "Your struggle is now ours, Angron"

"Thank you" Angron said humbly, gratefully bowing his head "Thank you all"

You and Kanzeon smiled, as Dae-Hyun began rambling about this and that
_

"Impressive, Impressive. That is Aeldari technology, isn't it?" Angron asked, as he watched a squad of soldiers practice with Paralyzing whips and Dark light Rifles "And that crystalized light that shields your sons, will that be widely available or only given to a select few?"

"it is a recent addition, and it is costly to manufacture" Kanzeon explains "It is old technology, needs rare materials to creature its various components, like the armor worn by Lieren's astartes"

"that comes from your flesh...does it not?' Angron asked quietly. Kanzeon shrugged

"It is an alloy of the same material' She answers

"and I intend to dress you in a raiment of it" You say with a smile

"You what?" Angron said

"We can still bleed, and can still die brother" You answer "Besides, is it not befitting one as heroic as yourself, to be dressed in shining armor"

"Is that alright with you?" Angron asked Kanzeon

"Please! I want the challenge! Kazzy had all the fun making Lieren's toys!' Anahita barks "And it isn't like it is super taxing on resources, we can separate material into their base component elements and then recombine it to create what we need"

"Its how I healed my wounds. I ate a mountain" Kanzeon says with a smirk "We could manufacture enough to outfit your army in a reasonable allotment of time, if the high riders last long enough for me and my sister to begin production at full force"

"I do not intend to make this a long war, but so long as it won't harm you, I shall accept this gift" Angron said
Cont

>>5489674

What do you do now, Lieren?

>Give Angron a tour through Anahita's Manufactorums, and allow him to design his weaponry and armor

>Continue training the Nuceria soldiers, and ensure they can work cohesively with the Shangrala forces

>Give Oenomaus a young dragon to care for, and thank him for teaching and caring for your brother

>Spar with your brother, before you lose your chance to as the war heats up

>Write in

>>5489675

>Spar with your brother, before you lose your chance to as the war heats up

>>5489675
>Give Oenomaus a young dragon to care for, and thank him for teaching and caring for your brother

>Spar with your brother, before you lose your chance to as the war heats up

>>5489675
>Give Oenomaus a young dragon to care for, and thank him for teaching and caring for your brother

>Spar with your brother, before you lose your chance to as the war heats up

>>5489675
>Give Oenomaus a young dragon to care for, and thank him for teaching and caring for your brother
Also give him some armour so Angron is less likely to lose him because that would hurt.

>Write in: Have our Generals work alongside the Nucerian leaders get that teamwork going since they will be the ones managing all this

While everyone is busy and otherwise distracted
>Spar with your brother, before you lose your chance to as the war heats up
it is time....at long last, the Unbound Hound of Nuceria vs the Iron Panther of Shangrala

>>5489675
>>Give Angron a tour through Anahita's Manufactorums, and allow him to design his weaponry and armor
>Spar with your brother, before you lose your chance to as the war heats up
Another thread sweet

>>5489710
>the Unbound Hound of Nuceria vs the Iron Panther of Shangrala
Those are pretty cool new titles for both of them

>>5489675
>Give Angron a tour through Anahita's Manufactorums, and allow him to design his weaponry and armor
>Give Oenomaus a young dragon to care for, and thank him for teaching and caring for your brother
>Spar with your brother, before you lose your chance to as the war heats up
IT'S TIME

>>5489675
>Give Oenomaus a young dragon to care for, and thank him for teaching and caring for your brother

>Spar with your brother, before you lose your chance to as the war heats up

>>5489675
>Give Angron a tour through Anahita's Manufactorums, and allow him to design his weaponry and armor
>Continue training the Nuceria soldiers, and ensure they can work cohesively with the Shangrala forces
I want the spar to be after the war is over, as some sort of celebration.

>>5489675
>Give Oenomaus a young dragon to care for, and thank him for teaching and caring for your brother

>Give Angron a tour through Anahita's Manufactorums, and allow him to design his weaponry and armor

>>5489675
>Give aangeron a tour
>Spar with our brother.

>Give Angron a tour through Anahita's Manufactorums, and allow him to design his weaponry and armor

>Give Oenomaus a young dragon to care for, and thank him for teaching and caring for your brother
>Spar with your brother, before you lose your chance to as the war heats up

He shall have his own identity. As he was born for the battlefield so shall he shape the tools that he will use to conquer it for crusade.

>>5489675
>Spar with your brother, before you lose your chance to as the war heats up

>Give Angron a tour through Anahita's Manufactorums, and allow him to design his weaponry and armor

>>5489675
>Give Oenomaus a young dragon to care for, and thank him for teaching and caring for your brother

>Spar with your brother, before you lose your chance to as the war heats up

>>5489675
>Give Angron a tour through Anahita's Manufactorums, and allow him to design his weaponry and armor
>Give Oenomaus a young dragon to care for, and thank him for teaching and caring for your brother
>Spar with your brother, before you lose your chance to as the war heats up

>Give Angron a tour through Anahita's Manufactorums, and allow him to design his weaponry and armor

>Give Oenomaus a young dragon to care for, and thank him for teaching and caring for your brother
>Spar with your brother, before you lose your chance to as the war heats up

“Behold the greatest of my dear brothers sons Ahriman!” Magnus gestured over the company that had fallen into two lines as an honour guard for the Giant of Prospero whom had come to visit his eccentric brother, his own retinue of eight others was somewhat intimidated by the appearance of the Second legions First Company; The Brotherhood of Panthers. Magnus allowed himself a smile, he could feel his Brother here hiding among his men and Lieren would know that Magnus knew so a friendly game of hide and seek it was.

Ahriman listened as his Primarch leaned down to him and the others while they continued their walk towards a secluded glade. The Brotherhood guiding them between them even as they walked upon a path of blossoms and white stone, this place was truly beautiful. But what shocked him most of all was the shift in his Sire's persona now seemingly more relaxed almost carefree sometimes suddenly turning and peering carefully at a stationary warrior to get a closer look, likely to see if it is his mischievous brother whom he said was lingering around.

Ahriman hide his thoughts however even as he felt the delicate touch of Psykerism touch it from who knows where. The First Company of the Chimera legion were vastly different from their kin, while the majority of the legion wore nought up pale tones in a show of humility the brothers panther were obsidian, etched in sigils and rather than the trademark featureless helms they wore magnificently cared ones taking the shapes of snarling panthers. The walk went on and on finally the Thousand Sons finding themselves in a pagoda beside a gentle stream but something was throwing the Chief Liberian off? The amusement radiating from Magnus himself, he was about to ask why when his Father spoke.

“Well done Lieren, well done you made it all the way here, Ahriman turn about.”

He obeyed and saw only his kin?

“What...should I be seeing my lord?” he asked narrowing his eyes to look about.”

“Do you not see my playful brother? How many are we here?”

A quick head count followed “Te-” he starts and stops...ten? There were ten now?! An imposter had slipped among them! Before he could think further Magnus strode forward and embraced a marine Ahriman realised now focusing he'd never seen before.

“Oh take it off Lieren, you're a panther not a kitten stop playing when the game is up.” Magnus waved his hand and the air around the stranger among them warped and the disguse fell away like ink in water.

An iron haired giant boomed with laughter and wiped a tear from his eye, the Thousand sons simply stood confused....he swore he heart a few member sof the first company sniggering now decorum had left this place.

>>5489675
>>Give Angron a tour through Anahita's Manufactorums, and allow him to design his weaponry and armor
>>Continue training the Nuceria soldiers, and ensure they can work cohesively with the Shangrala forces

>>5489675
>Give Oenomaus a young dragon to care for, and thank him for teaching and caring for your brother

>Spar with your brother, before you lose your chance to as the war heats up

>>5489675
>>Give Angron a tour through Anahita's Manufactorums, and allow him to design his weaponry and armor
>Spar with your brother, before you lose your chance to as the war heats up

>>5489675
>Give Angron a tour through Anahita's Manufactorums, and allow him to design his own weapontry and armor
>Give Oenomaus a young dragon to care for, and thank him for teaching and caring for your brother

I feel the sparring between the brothers should be saved until after this war against the High Riders is over and done with, as a means of celebration

I personally feel as though this would reinforce the gladitorial aspect of Angron's persona in a positive manner

I just realised there is someone Lieren is gonna have to deal with whom is a threat beyond all others....Trazyn.

We're a unique paradox, necrons have time fuckery so might well have noticed the fifth rising, Traced it to us. Lieren, the Ship Sisters? Hell even our world all very collectable.

>>5492005
>This will make a fine edition to my collection *coughs*

Theoretically we have tech that could challenge necron equipment, so he'd be put off our trail for alittle while atleast

Rainstorm has knocked out my internet. When it comes back, I'll call the vote. Hoping it doesn't kill the power as well

>>5492342
And the moment I post it comes back! Talk about luck.

Calling vote now. Sorry for the wait

Spar with your brother, before you lose your chance to as the war heats up: 14

Give Oenomaus a young dragon to care for, and thank him for teaching and caring for your brother:12

Have our Generals work alongside the Nucerian leaders get that teamwork going since they will be the ones managing all this:1

Give Angron a tour through Anahita's Manufactorums, and allow him to design his weaponry and armor:12

Continue training the Nuceria soldiers, and ensure they can work cohesively with the Shangrala forces:2

Total votes:19

So Lieren will Give Oenomaus a dragon to rear and thank him for raising and caring for his brother, then give angron a tour of Anahita's Manufactorums before offering to spar with him before they lose their chance
Writing now
>>5489713
I concur, though they do sound a bit wrestler-y

>>5490662
I really, really enjoyed this. Good description work and Lieren's shenanigans are always a treat

>>5492005
I've been thinking about Trazyn. Canon 2nd did go on a pilgrimage to the Ymga monolith

>>5492354
>though they do sound a bit wrestler-y
I figure it fits if we relate Wrestling with Gladiators, an appropriate comparison given our current circumstances.

Oenomaus was warily observing the men and women from Lieren's land, some would call it paranoid spying, but the old dog of the arena had long since learned to be cautious around those whom offered their help suddenly and without any apparent gain. Too many times he and his son had been betrayed by wretch's whom would gladly lap from the high rider's hand and would betray even their own mothers for slightly better accommodations or rations. Lieren, he had learned to trust. Some of his peers, said it was common sense to thus be trusting of those whom were loyal to Angron's Elder brother. Oenomaus didn't think so. The other giants, whom he had gathered we all of Lieren's sons, he was not wary of. That he had close to three hundred of them was a tidbit of information that had first made him pity the green eyed, wild beauty whom stuck close to the iron haired giant's side, but after seeing how affectionate and similarly minded and souled the two were, he realized that the vast number of their heirs was simply a reflection of their deep, almost incomprehensible love for one another.

It was the others he was suspicious of. There were nobility amongst them, he could gather that from their dress and way of holding themselves, but their manner was odd. Like this black General fellow whom had managed to introduce himself in clumsy Nucerian. He acted more like a holy man. A zealous preacher, with the fire of fervor ever smoldering in his belly. In his eyes was the wildness of faith, mania of a sort. But from how the other Shangralans acted around him, he was respected by all of them, truly respected, nearly as much as Lieren himself. And it didn't take Oenomaus long to recognize that he followed the Journey, the same philosophy that had taken Loc'ea by storm soon before they overthrew the "bad nobility" and aligned themselves to the cause of freedom, even if they hadn't yet joined Angron's own struggle for it or even found he fought the same battle. He had figured Lieren had something to do with that.

Another subject of suspicion was this emperor, Long-Jia. He was young and appeared to be the image of fairy tale nobility, the lies they told to make themselves and their rule appear righteous and just. He couldn't understand why he had come here personally, to risk his own life for slaves. It didn't make much sense, but Angron had quickly become fond of him and The black general, and the others he had spoken to.

Like that woman who filled the sky with fire and noise. She was one to be wary of, he knew.

Oenomaus realized, he was only not suspicious of one of the generals whom he now had to share command with. And that was the man who flew the horse banner. He seemed a fighter at heart, and familiar to him, unlike the warrior who painted his armor in flames, or Man with the odd headwear of tightly wound cloth.
Cont

>>5492423

"Oenomaus" Lieren suddenly spoke, directly at his shoulder. The gladiator did not start, though tried to avoid the golden eyes looking down at him. How long had he been behind him

"Lieren" He return, nodding his head as he notice by avoiding the giant's eyes, that there was a strange, cat sized creature on his shoulder. A reptile of some sort, with hanging whispers like a catfish, a serpentine body, a lion's mane, a tufted tail, nubs of horns and a scale that looked like a pearl on its brow

Suddenly the giant knelt to the ground, bowing his head and performing the odd gesture of greeting of cupping his fist.

"I bring you a gift, father of my brother. A companion whom shall serve you well when it matures" He said as the odd serpent thing looked up at him with oddly intelligent eyes "And serve your children after you. You wonder why I bring you this gift, it is to show my thanks through more than word, for raising and caring for my brother. He is the great man he is now, due to your guidance. It would be most improper to not show you my gratitude, and I can think of no reward grand enough, besides one half of the symbol of Long-Jian Imperial power"

Oenomaus blinked, nodding his head and staring at the creature.

"And what exactly is that thing?" He asked "I'm humbled you'd think an old dog like me deserved such high praise, but I don't exactly know what that creature is, or what it can do"

"It is a dragon, A creature whom once roamed the mist heavy skies of my world, before being hunted to extinction for their meat, hide and horns." The giant explained, standing to his full towering height as he held at his arm, the queer creature coiling around it and nestling its head in his open palm "Despite their great, near human intelligence and natural empathy. Like the Qilin you saw the emperor astride, I was fortunate enough to find the few that remained and so began efforts to return them to our world"

"And you'd give one of them to me as a trophy?" He asked, feeling as if the little "Dragon" was judging him somehow

"As a companion" He corrected "A mount, when it grows large enough, and a show of trust between our worlds. To my understanding, only the triplets of Jinhai and Daiyu have been given such an honor as to raise the first generation of the dragons returned"

"I don't know what to say" Oenomaus mumbled, feeling tears in his eyes, though he did not know where they came from or why he felt so touched by this odd gesture of good will

"Then nothing is needed to be said" Lieren stated with a sagely nod "The child seems to have accepted you, it is your choice if you share its respect"

The old gladiator held out his hand, reverently lowering his head, as if he was accepting his first sword from the Lanista that raised him. And nearly fell on his ass as the little critter flew through the air, without wings
Cont

>>5492424

"It can fly!" he gasped, as it began to circle around his head, inspecting him like a curious puppy. And with that, the Iron haired giant skipped away, and he was certain he could see him smirking. Oenomaus sighed, and prodded the little beast between its horns

"Fine, seems you and I are stuck together now, I name you.." He paused, frowning as he thought of a name for the shimmering scaled creature. Well, it was a brilliant shade of red...mostly, some of it was white, and other parts orange.

"Eruthrós" He said with a fatherly smile, as the little beast chirped and bit his nose
_

"So this is the legacy of our ancestors" Angron said with quiet, somber awe as he ran a hand through the designs Anahita had etched into her walls, all square shapes and geometrical works of arts, mixed with cogs and squat images of smiths at work and herself standing amongst them "This is the height humanity reached, a remnant of how far we had advance, the technology we had created and wielded. It puts the high riders to shame"

"Oh you certainly know how to make a girl blush, is that a family trait" Anahita teased, skipping and hopping around to control her excited energy

"Hmph, I was just filled with pride at witnessing the grandeur of the past, its like walking through an old temple, and feeling for a moment a shred of satisfaction shared with the past. Of deeds long forgotten and accomplishments faded and unremembered" He continued on, crossing his arms over his chest defensively "And hoping to one days raise my people to further heights, than the era which birthed you and Kanzeon"

"And Mari, and Al-Uzza" Anahita said fondly "And those who had not survived or forgot themselves"

"Hmm" Angron grunted, before patting a hand on her shoulder "I'd like to hear more of the latter. I to have lost people whom I was...as close to as brothers"

You nodded as well, as the lights in the corridor turned from white, to orange, before settling between orange and pink to make a warm, fuzzy peach colored

"I'd like that" Anahita said "Anyways! You need to see my workshops, yes? Get down into the forge, so I could demonstrate and show of what kind of weapons I can outfit you with? I have a lot of examples cooked up for you already! Though I'd be happy to hear your thoughts of how we can fine tune and customize them to your needs. You strike me as the sort who gets into the thick of battle and rips and tears his way through his enemies. Am I right? I'm right aren't I? Tell me what sort of weapons you prefer, and i can make the finest master craft you've ever seen of them...uh, though you might wanna ask Kazzy to decorate them, if you want them to be as beautiful as they're effective and efficient, I've never had much of an artists touch"

"You talk more than your sister" Angron noted

"Kanzeon speaks her mind, you should see her when she's excited or truly incensed with rage" You chuckle
Cont

>>5492425

"If you want to see quiet, you should meet Mari" Anahita said with a bark of laughter "Kazzy can ramble and rant much more than I do, if you get her going"

"Hmm" Angron said, nodding and smiling "Well I've only just met her. Suppose I'll have more chances to see her at her most talkative"

"Yeah, well just ask her what she thinks of Eldar or misuse of our gifts to humanity, she'll chew your ear off" She sneered "Now, preferred weapons"

"Anything that kills quick" Angron said as you gave a stern look to Anahita and she frowned

"Can't we make his new toys first?' She asked gloomily, pouting and trying to appease you with eyes like a puppy

"You can have your fun and forge him his new tools soon" You say, as Angron turned to you curiously "After He and I have gotten the measure of each others abilities as warriors. In fact, why not get to work now, make some weapons for him to use against me, so he can see just how skilled and talented a weapon smith you are as well as see the extent of your production capabilities and arcane technology?"

"Good enough for me" Anahita said with a shrug "hmm, lets make it a gladiatorial arena! Broadcast it to raise moral!"

"What's happening, the floor is shifting" Angron asked sharply

"Anahita and her sisters can freely reshape and alter the internal structure and mechanisms of their bodies" You explain "Their living metal flesh can flow like water at their command, and they can reorganize and repurpose every molecule of it. A most miraculous ability, and you and I could do the same with the star metal, if you practice the skill of doing so"

"Like flexing your hand" Anahita said with a grin "Though, usually we leave most of our important, useful, or simply complex and advance faculties intact, since it'd be a bit of a pain in the ass to constantly rebuild and rewire the complicated bits and thingy ma-things, like the cloning bay or the manufactorums. So usually we just move those bits around, for example, I've just carved out what used to be my dining hall to make in your fighting ring, and moved it up twelve levels to be right..."

"In front of us" She cheers, as she pushes open doors that flowed through the walls to stand at the end of the long corridor, to reveal a large stadium, filled with holographic images of an audience and a massive statue of herself, dressed in armor, hands on her hips and chest lifted with pride as she stood atop a cartoonish depiction of a barbaric woman who you knew to be her deceased traitorous twin, Avalokiteśvara. And her new, younger sister, Liberty, sitting on the edge of the statue, smiling innocently

"Impressive" Angron whistled "Our ancestors must've been able to build whole cities in a single night with this material and skill"

"Oh, this isn't anything compared to the true treasures of the golden age" Anahita boasted "Though, admittedly, lots of those were lost before my time"
Cont

>>5492427

"A tale for another day" You said with a knowing nod "A grim tale indeed, of the hubris of man and the fall it brought about. But now, prepare yourself, brother"

"Kazzy tells the history better than I could" Anahita said as she walked up into the stands atop a floating staircase built by her will

You walk to the other side of the Arena, as a wall of weapons appeared in front of Angron and hid his choice from your view. You sat down, meditating and clearing your own mind to prepare for the duel, centering your thoughts and bringing true serenity to your mind. Allowing you to plan and strategize far more efficiently

"Going to start broadcast this on my hull and projecting it on the surface! Letting you know so you can give the people a show!" Anahita shouted, legs crossed and a primitive microphone already in her hand

What will be your first move in the spar, Lieren?

>Unsheathe the sword of love, adopt the Carp Style stance and try to feint and parry Angron's first strike

>Toss of the top of your robes, tying it to you waist and adopt the Century tortoise stance, and unleash a flurry of punches

>Adopt the fog panther style, and shape the gauntlets of your star metal armor into claws and meet your brother's savagery with your own.

>With the Night Crane stance, stand still, and wait for Angron to begin his attack, and see if the style works on other Primarchs

>Write in

Eruthrós means "Red" in ancient greek, btw

>>5492431
>With the Night Crane stance, stand still, and wait for Angron to begin his attack, and see if the style works on other Primarchs

>tell him as this is a test of martial strength we will not be any psykerist techniques.

>>5492431
>Toss of the top of your robes, tying it to you waist and adopt the Century tortoise stance, and unleash a flurry of punches
This will be a good demonstration for the laymen we've taught this style to.

>>5492431
>>Unsheathe the sword of love, adopt the Carp Style stance and try to feint and parry Angron's first strike

>>5492431
>Unsheathe the sword of love, adopt the Carp Style stance and try to feint and parry Angron's first strike

>>5492431
>Write in
>"Anahita record it, later it may be broadcasted. Incase something unbecoming reveals itself".
Incase deamon stuff or weird magic happens, don't wanna have to explain that to a population

---
Now side note: We've seen Angron fight humans, we've fought things of our strength before so we should use what we have learned here and sieze the initiative. However he is a trained fighter and a natural in the ways of melee. I propose we constantly shift styles so he can not figure out our pace or adapt to martial art sequences.

>Adopt the fog panther style, and shape the gauntlets of your star metal armor into claws and meet your brother's savagery with your own.
Our savageness is of a more calculated nature, let us show him. He'll have caught site of Aruna mein.

>>5492431
>Adopt the fog panther style, and shape the gauntlets of your star metal armor into claws and meet your brother's savagery with your own.

>>5492431
>>Adopt the fog panther style, and shape the gauntlets of your star metal armor into claws and meet your brother's savagery with your own.

https://youtu.be/-U0KlXwNsCk?t=70
Lieren vs which brother

>>5492431
>With the Night Crane stance, stand still, and wait for Angron to begin his attack, and see if the style works on other Primarchs
>Go full out brother, For nothing less will be an insult to us both.

It just occurred to me that the mechanicus might have been a massive engineering club that got co-opted by a religious zealot.... And eventually got so extreme that they became the cogboys we know and love/hate today.

If the heights that the golden age could do this and more... The mechanicus truly are little more than hobbyists.

>>5492431
>>Unsheathe the sword of love, adopt the Carp Style stance and try to feint and parry Angron's first strike
classic move of feeling out the opponent.
>>5492645
the mechanicus are 'people' who look at the pamphlet that comes along with your dishwasher and read it as a holy script. Ants standing upon the shoulders of giants (though you could say the same about 40k in general).

>>5492431
>Adopt the Fog Panther

>>5492431
>With the Night Crane stance, stand still, and wait for Angron to begin his attack, and see if the style works on other Primarchs

Why are there votes for trying to out savage and out brute force a personal combat primarch that has that as their sub specialty? Lieren will get smashed and the spar will be of marginal value.
Night crane seems to be the best bet, also will be interesting to see if the pseudo psyker nature of primarchs will be vulnerable to it. All in all Lieren needs to fight smart rather then hard or else every big fight will go down like the Bele'kor one.

>>5493093
I mean it could be best not to play all of our cards, you never know who might be watching.

>>5493093
Because Angeron doesn't have a martial art and we do? And his favorite weapons are axes rather than his fists?

It isn't savagery and brute force we are using against him, It's technique. Ferocious and damage oriented technique, but technique.

Besides, we are able to manage a single turn against him, then we can adapt.

>>5493093
Because we're trying test ourselves. Not win.
We need to learn where we stand in combat skill before we decide to hown to fight.

>>Unsheathe the sword of love, adopt the Carp Style stance and try to feint and parry Angron's first strike

>>5492431
Eruthrós is a nice name.
I like the broadcast idea, it should be entertaining and educational for our forces and both primarchs.

>>5492431
>Unsheathe the sword of love, adopt the Carp Style stance and try to feint and parry Angron's first strike
forgot to vote

>>5493111
Angron unlike us has never fought a foe that he couldn't simply overpower. The most he's fought were augmented bloodlusted Ogryn and giant beasts. We on the other hand have fought daemons and the butcher king.

This difference shall be most telling when our skillsets clash.

I really don't get why people constantly down play Lieran as weak among the primarchs.

Especially when he's fought some of the most dangerous stuff around.

>>5495479
it's because pride cometh before the fall, and really we only have been able to fight to a standstill and had to rely on Sevatar's dueling strategies

Calling the vote now. Sorry for the wait.

With the Night Crane stance, stand still, and wait for Angron to begin his attack, and see if the style works on other Primarchs: 3

tell him as this is a test of martial strength we will not be any psykerist techniques.:1

Toss of the top of your robes, tying it to you waist and adopt the Century tortoise stance, and unleash a flurry of punches:1

Unsheathe the sword of love, adopt the Carp Style stance and try to feint and parry Angron's first strike: 5

"Anahita record it, later it may be broadcasted. Incase something unbecoming reveals itself".:1

Adopt the fog panther style, and shape the gauntlets of your star metal armor into claws and meet your brother's savagery with your own.:4

Go full out brother, For nothing less will be an insult to us both.: 1

Total votes: 13

So Lieren will use the sword of love to try and Parry his brothers first strike

Writing now

With a thought and an unnecessary flick of your wrist, you call the Sword of Love from its sheath upon your hip and reorient it midflight so as to grab a hold of its hilt. Holding it flat in the air, you admire its two faced blade blade, one half silver and one half gold as the lights of the arena reflect off its edges. Its winged guarded graced with Lapis lazuli and plum purple jade. The character of love, etched just above the azure and plum wings of the guard, glows with an internal light. Tracing your fingers down the milt of marble white wood, you lift up the pommel of the staring eye. One half of it golden and wide open, the other half silver and closed. The tassel of silk, with its ever shifting and changings writings sewn in golden and silvered thread, presents to you a particular passage of the journey concerning self mastery. Smiling softly, you lift the blade so as to make it flat once more, holding the oversized even for your hands Jian in the air with on hand, as you keep you other free and raised slightly above your head, adopting a sword fighting stance you've found to be most favorably with the Carp's dance, at least while one is wielding a long and heavy blade. You'd use a difference stance if you were holding any other weapon, such as the Guandao or its decendant the Chendao.

Focusing on the meeting point between the two faces of the blade, you narrow your eyes and take deep, slow breathes, waiting for the signal that will begin your sparring match with your brother and for his initial assault. You have watched him fight before, but only against mundane men. You've never seen how he would handle himself against an opponent equivalent to himself, his equal and peer in physical strength. His martial style is lethally efficient, caring not for grace or elegance. Barbaric, but effective, concerned with ending fights quickly more so than avoiding harm to one's self or complex maneuvers or subtle technique. Only a fool, however, would look down on his fighting style for its simplicity. Simplicity is often more dangerous than extravagance. Angron was naturally talented, and did not need to rely on technique or trickery to win his fights. He was well trained by the fighting pits of the high riders, were that natural talent of fighting honed to a further lethal edge.

However, despite his inborn prowess and experience. He has only fought his lessers, unlike yourself whom has faced true challenge and threats beyond their own power. It will be interesting to see how your brother, raised on bloodshed, will hold himself when faced with an equivalent adversary to himself. Will his natural expertise and finesse in battle prove insurmountable? You to, were born a capable warrior, but are you Angron's equal in the art of war?
Cont

>>5495711

You sigh, centering yourself as Anahita declares the beginning of the battle in a most excessively theatric manner, but her words are distant, far from you, as you blind yourself to all sounds, sights and sensation of the world beyond the arena, to devout all of your attention to and focusing it on the battle soon to start. So you cannot hear what she says, but are aware she is giving ring side commentary on this battle between brothers

There's a sound, like a gunshot or cracking whip as the wall. You know it to be the sound of Angron kicking from the ground, beginning his charge towards you, rushing to close the distance of the arena in a few, bounding steps. Opening your eyes, you see him, moving as quickly as his superhuman, augmented physiology will allow him to. To any other opponent, he'd be a blur, an unseen sound, an unavoidable death. But your inhuman sense of perception, both innate and trained through the numerous troublesome opponents you've encountered, allows you to follow him just as your body will allow you to easily keep pace. In one hand, he holds a crescent headed axe, in the other, the favored sword of Nuceria, the Gladius, shorter and broader than the Jian of Long-Jia.

He is upon you as you turn your blade and grab hold of it with both of your hands. He has not yet witnessed the carp dance, so you decide to entertain him with it. Stepping to the side, swaying and turning yourself as you step around him, bowing your head to avoid the first of his swings, his eyes track you like a predators. His axe is stopped mid strike, as you effortlessly duck beneath it. He thrusts with his gladius, aiming for your stomach, you lower your arms, catching the edge of it on the winged guard of the sword of love. Sparks fly, your eyes meet.

You lunge forward, locking his sword with the guard of yours, aiming to incapacitate the arm holding it by slicing it with the silver edge of your own blade. The heel of his foot meets you knee. Pain surges, numbing the struck limb. His axe whistles, swinging downwards towards your still vibrating leg, the flat end of it aimed to drive against your already unsteady leg. You pivot on the heel of your other leg, bending backwards and kick with your wobbly leg, catching the flat of the axe head on it as. Releasing his gladius, you jump and roll through the air, landing on your feet as Angron pursues you. There's an intense, focused look in his eyes, a look you share. He swings both of his arms, trying to catch you between his axe and gladius. Holding your own blade sideways, you thread it between the gap between the edge of the axe and the shortsword. Then, rotating the sword in your hands, catch them again with its wing shaped guard.

Angron headbutts you, rattling your thoughts and turning the world red for a fraction of a second. When your vision returns, he is lunging, axe held above his head in midswing, gripped with both his hands.
Cont

>>5495713

You sense an opening in his form. You feint, making as if you were performing an upward thrust, before shuffling and pivoting on your heal, writhing like a swimming carp to be nearly pressed against your brother. Then, pulling your arms down and to your side, you maneuver the sword of love out from in front of him and under his arms to be held at your hip, pointed aimed towards the ground

He's committed to his swing, and is unable to redirect or halt it. Adjusting your grip, you swing wide, aiming for Angron's helmeted head.

Too late your realize why he chose a helmet that exposed his mouth and jaws. He bites into the edge, stopping it from delivering the full force of your strike, as it cuts into the metal guarding the upperhalf of his head. It would've concussed him otherwise, but now only throws his head back. He slams his elbow into your stomach, and lets go of your sword as you instinctively curl your belly to avoid being hit.

His axe comes up from the side, slamming against your own helmet. You stumble backwards and see blood trickling from two shall cuts on angron's cheeks

Swaying, you avoid his next lunge, and the two of you disengage, leaping away from each other. There is a distance of three paces between him and you.
That first exchange of moves have left neither of you wounded or winded, and neither you or he has yet to land a telling blow or debilitating strike against the other.

You circle one another. Angron hurls his axe mid stride. A distraction as he pounces, Gladius held high in the air as he leaps to close the distance. A plunging strike.

What is your second move, Lieren?

>Catch his axe, throw it back at him.

>Dance away from his plunging strike, and try to land an uppercut

>Deflect his axe with your sword and bending backwards, swing the flat of your blade against his side

>Redirect his gladius and shoulder check him, using his momentum against him

>Write in

>>5495714
>>Catch his axe, throw it back at him.
Think fast, chucklenuts.

>>5495714
>Dance away from his plunging strike, and try to land an uppercut

>>5495714
>Redirect his gladius and shoulder check him, using his momentum against him

>>5495714
>Redirect his gladius and shoulder check him, using his momentum against him
Flow like water

>>5495714
>Redirect the gladius

It's our way to turn our foes against themselves.

>>5495714
>Catch the axe and Write in
Show him something alien to him so to speak and beat him in efficiency.
The Axe is flying at us fast than he is moving, catch the axe upside down, sway to the side and hook his sword hands wrist in the beard of the axe. Us stepping and his own momentum will make him stab himself in the shoulder with the speed of both our momentums combine since we'll be passing.

As we pass it will also expose his side heavily even if as he turns, deliver a second brutal blow to his torso/leg side. It is important we release our grip on the Axe after or he will use it/our arm as a level to get a good swing on us.

>>5495714

>Redirect his gladius and shoulder check him, using his momentum against him

He turned two of our and one of his parries into improvised attacks meant to disable or disorient to allow more attacks.
Followed every distraction, strike to the head or axe throw, with a lunge.
No feints so far.
We can only guess if the general theme of aggression will redouble into recklessness when he is pressed or if he will get creative.

>>5495714
>>Catch his axe, throw it back at him.

>>5495714
>>Redirect his gladius and shoulder check him, using his momentum against him
Impressive.
This spar will prove beneficial

File: lieren.png (186 KB, 800x800)

186 KB PNG

"you had my curiosity, now you have my attention."

I went with the Panther Black armour

++Historic Log M3X-XXX++
++Return of the Second Son++
“It had been a historic event the return of Lieren, Primarch of the Second Legion, the Emperor's Wandering Dragon, the Lord of Panthers having finally returned to most holy Terra. Long had his name been known and whispered upon the Throne World; a distant so so devout in his duty even so far from the Emperor's guiding hand. His return was heralded by jubilation unseen since Unity itself for while there was much joy when the Wolves of Fenris and Cthonia their records were bare. But this? This was a far flung prodigy finally coming home.

I was privileged to witness his arrival, his first steps upon the sacred ground of Humanities cradle and I was not disappointed. No if anything I was outstanded. Lieren stood taller than his brothers if only by a little. His armour was as obsidian with inlaid etchings both silver and gold, filigreed in the richest of jade, while he wore his hair bound in a bun he looked every part the conquering general, but his eyes.... I shall never forget them. Clearly marking him as a scion of the Lightning Lord, they blazed like the sun upon all he observed.

Yet marching down the steps of the lander he made no boast nor show of bravado instead he knelt and scooped a handful of Terras own soil into his hands and wisped it through his fingers, He remained quiet a moment longer passing his snarling Panther helm to the fabled 'Fortunate Son' of the Second before marching towards the Imperial palace, it was a somber experience watching a man so refined move but it was his final motion that forever bound him in the hearts of the citizenry.

Before he entered the palace he turned, looking over us all gathered there and in a show of unspeakable humility, he saluted us whom had come to welcome him back. He then rose, handed his blade to one of the Emperor's own Golden host in a custom of familial piety...disarming himself before his lord.

Such a scene, I shall never witness it again.”

++Log end++

>>5495714
>Deflect his axe with your sword and bending backwards, swing the flat of your blade against his side

>Redirect his gladius and shoulder check him, using his momentum against him

I'm clearly dissatisfied how good Angron is keeping up against Lieren. He don't have the same experience fighting equal or superior opponents that Leiren has. That level of fighting would have happened in second spar or something, when Angron would have the measures of Lieren. As for first spar Lieren should have dominated it with his superior martial style and experiences, imo.

>>5497583
Primarch gonna primarch.
And if they could be beaten like that then Angron would have been killed by the Eldar as a baby.

File: LierenBarbossa.png (212 KB, 900x783)

212 KB PNG

>Traitor stabs Lieren with the The Anathame
>Things dont go as planned

>>5497734
That is. . decidedly terrifying.

File: thanos.png (267 KB, 765x800)

267 KB PNG

>>5497737 Then have something silly and poor scaled. Not sure why my ID changed, I'm >>5496653
>>5496667

You forget that Angron beat Russ and was one of the few primarchs who could fight a pre-black rage Sanginius. Easy top five with Sanginius, The Lion, Curze, and pre-fall Fulgrim. Magnus is OP but not a duelist.>>5497583

>>5497750
I was under the impression that was the time he was letting Angron win so he could bait him into a kill box to serve as a lesson in warfare? Our Angron also don't have the Nails

File: 1st company.png (102 KB, 800x529)

102 KB PNG

>When the Second Legion, First Company Brotherhood of Panthers are asked why there is a forest of hanging bodies

>>5497761
Nails Angron doesn't go into berserker rages especially this early. It takes a while before his primarch physiology can't handle it any more and he devolves into a beast.

>>5496653
>>5497734
>>5497745
>>5497778
Nice memes.
Although I really dislike the panther helmet, makes it feel worse then the space wolves' wolf obssession.

>>5497784
You referred to the time he battled Russ, that was full Nail Angron vs a Russ drawing him in intentionally. Can't really compare it to no nails Angron fighting a post human for the first time

>>5497789
I like it but wish it was snarling. Naming a first company that is fine imo it's not like we have Panther Priests, ride them, paint them everywhere, name the whole Legion for it and have some following us around.

The Brothers of the Panther have always been our best. No reason to deny the 1st company the title. Themed gear is always fun

File: 1639717757071.jpg (282 KB, 960x960)

282 KB JPG

>>5497810
>Themed gear is always fun

>>5497810
>Themed gear is always fun
It's cringy when blatant. Themed gear only works when subtle (see the beakies). Those cross heavily into cringe territory.

File: Cat-Helmets-Preview-Puppe(...).jpg (17 KB, 394x219)

17 KB JPG

I'm fond of them myself. I got the idea from the many custom sculpts coming out these days. I was under the impression the only thing close to a refence that the beakies covered was knights? Agreeing to disagree anons

>>5498322
>close to a refence that the beakies covered was knights?

The Raven Guard use a lot of Beakie armor, you know, because BIRD.

Couldn't we always just theme our beakies around the phoenix's instead, they're already birds.

File: w_3_0080674_churburg-styl(...).png (208 KB, 415x415)

208 KB PNG

>>5498339
MkVI 'Beaky' armour is not a bird ref its a ref to old knight helms and every legion used it not just Ravenguard.

>>5498381
There is no way you are actually that fucking dense. Yes, I know the Mark 4 armor was designed to look like a knight helmet, but it also looks like a fucking bird's head, you retard.

>>5498453
That Raven Guard comment gave the impression that you didn't, the insults are undeserved imo.

File: not a bird.jpg (222 KB, 472x700)

222 KB JPG

>>5498453
>Mark 4 armor
>looks like a fucking bird's head
How embarassing.

The Lion of Caliban overlooked the Ocular readout table its hole-display casting the Primarch of the 1st legion in a ghostly blue light. Three Legions were available for assistance in this campaign and as much as it churned his gut El'Jonson's gut he knew he simply needed more manpower and since the Xenocides the Dark Angels had not been the same. Secrets, they were the currency of his legion but not like how Magnus searched the stars for them, no the 1st kept them and kept them well.

But whom to call to aid him, whom would not insult him nor probe to deeply into his and his Legion's affairs. Whom would work long side them in a tactile manner and wage war in a cooperative manner? He looked at the long range scans once more and the icons before him.

His lip curled into a scowl when he looked over the Wolf emblem knowing he'd sooner go in alone than deal with the Rout and suffer the indignity of having to go personally to ask Russ to 'lend his wolves whom roamed the stars' to this venture. Yet alone how clear it already was swiftly becoming the two Legions couldn't work together upon the same field of combat.

Next his eyes came to fall upon the sigil of Ultramar, the blue clad host of Roboute Guilliman. He thought upon it some long moments for the Warborn were combat compatible but their Primarch, he was a politician and commander, a shrewd strategist to be sure but upon this front he could broach no dissent of his orders nor challenge of them before his own Sons yet alone their new guests. But most importantly...he simply didn't trust the Master of the Macragge for he possessed a strange spark of ambition he couldn't put his finger on.

Finally the last sigil appeared when he enhanced the scans to those furthest but still in range; the Lotus of Shangrala. The Lion looked at the symbol long and hard, the Chimera Legion were stalwart, cunning and at times mechanically brutal but more importantly they like the Thirteenth were most certainly combat compatible but they brought something forward no others would; discretion. Lieren had shaped his Legion admirably, their results were exemplary but more importantly the Primarch of the 2nd Legion amusingly enough like himself knew the value is silence and secrets. The Golden Eye'd giant knew when to ask and when to leave well enough alone and thus would not probe him or the 1st legion for answers he'd simply hear the plan and carry it out.

The Lion sat down his choice clearly made but he allowed himself to muse a moment at how quaint it was that his closest brother understood much like he these things. How both knew they had blanked aspects of the histories and both knew not to ask out of both professionalism and respect. So very unlike proud Fulgrim of the 3rd... Maybe their father had designed the two eldest to watch over the others for Lieren was ever the part of the big brother? He smirked at another thought; how funny the only one the Panther calls elder brother is in fact a Lion.

As a side note what do you guys think about trying to get a portal going here? We have our boys return to Terra so that they can begin the work of mending our Legion and then Angron can have some of his own lads come through. Give him the same chance we have had? Im also suggesting this so Lieren can go out and continue his own adventures, secure our own homeworld, get the Eldar arc and new Varro arcs going. We can't afford to stay here for a whole planetary unity that is far, far to long.

>>5499016
Primarch Party!
Conquest with a part of five.

>>5499016
I have thought about it when the campaign here is done and we start some reconstruction efforts, it's not an easy thing to do. Lieren didn't do it alone either, beside the help of the warp anchors, even the wanderers and our eldars aided him.
But only for sending an expedition force of Angron legion here, not for sending something to Terra.

Sending our marines to Terra is a bad idea, extremely bad in fact. While the idea of giving them work to do is not bad on his own and can be considered a good gesture, there is a ton of things for why it would be bad.
There is something sensible that will require our attention, to ensure it goes smoothly, and that cannot happen with the share might and tech that can return with our space marines. Not even considering the thoughts and memories our sons minds now have.
That equipment and memories will not walk there, until that sensible thing is resolved.
Remember that someone from Terra that arrived on Shangrila was searching for proofs, knowledge and secrets. Said someone is completely harmless for us and his plans are not going anywhere. Let's not do his job for him.
In addition having our marines would help us in wars, and Lieren well has still much to do. Before helping Yr-s (i can't remember their correct name at the moment), going to Lorgar or considering going to New Varro. The space around the solar system of Shangrila is still quite unknown to us just to name something.
For what we have accomplished here, i think it was a good pace. Some months have passed in Nuceria, not even a year.

>>5499016
The portal takes an absurd amount of energy, Angron would have to rebuild a lot of Nuceria first, and devote resources that could be going towards improving his people to that megaproject.

>>5499109
>The portal takes an absurd amount of energy
That's assuming we don't go looking for the Old One we had the option for earlier in the quest.

>>5499109
We could try to connect with perturabo, if anyone could theoretically build a power source it would be him.

>>5499109
Thankfully the portal that we created was only temporary. Being blind by ambition is something we can avoid, when research and further use of the temporary portal we can create allow us to learn more. While also having an immediate use of bringing a small expedition force to our location.
The development of the warp anchors was brief in comparison to many great creations. Imagine if more time was devoted to it.

Calling the vote now, sorry for the wait.

Catch his axe, throw it back at him.:2

Dance away from his plunging strike, and try to land an uppercut:1

Redirect his gladius and shoulder check him, using his momentum against him:6

Deflect his axe with your sword and bending backwards, swing the flat of your blade against his side:1

Total votes: 10

So Lieren'll redirect angron's gladius and shoulder check him, using the momentum of his leap and fall against him

Writing now

>>5496653
>>5497734
>>5497778
Looking good, always love to see fanart. Brightens my mood like nothing else
Especially like the 1st of the three.

>>5496667
>>5498920
Except for fan-writings, which equally lift my spirits when I see them!

>>5496667
And this was just beautiful, almost brought a few tears to my eyes. Vivid description work and prose.

>>5498920
And I have much the same to compliment this one. Reading it gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling, oddly enough. Like how you wrote the Lion, in fact I really liked it.

>>5497737
As Lieren can easily be.

>>5499316
And now we'll teach Angron the greatest lesson of all. DON'T JUMP IN ALL THE GODDAMN TIME!

In your minds eye, a thousand different exchanges appeared before you, diverting from the current moment as you lift your head, following your brothers swift movement into the air above it. A thousand different responses and counters, cascading as your natural fighting sense and instinct works in tandem with your inherently mechanical intellect, the machine buried beneath the man you chose to be performing its function admirably in the moment you'll have to react to your brothers latest attack. Calculating every foreseeable possibility and measuring carefully the benefits and disadvantage of each action or move you could take. All in an instant, you narrow down the thousand of possible response to hundreds and swifter yet those hundreds to dozens. In the time it takes to blink, the dozens are reduced to ten, as you consider each of the moves your mind designs and find the majority wanting due to leading only to your brother's success against your or proving otherwise detrimental or in someway inadequate. Being too risky, too affected by factors you have no control over, too slow or simply less efficent than your other options. Those ten are reduced to four, and by time your nerves twitch and activate, hearing you command and reacting to carry out your will, starting by twisting your heel in the dirt and turning over the wrist of your right hand, you have found the most effective and efficient move to make. Calculating from thousands of choices down to the one most advantageous for achieving victory over Angron, in the space of but a few milliseconds, you've found the veiled path through the application of raw logic and reason, and thus allow you overflowing excitement to spar with your brother issue forth once more, unimpeded.

A confident, nearly cocky grin graces your face as you step forward, and with the flick of your wrist, redirect the tip of his gladius by fortifying and boosting your strength with the momentum of your brother's own fall and then, still carrying the force of his leap, take another step forward as you push and force away his blade from yourself, pushing aside his arms by applying their own inhuman strength against themselves, amplified by your own, equally ridiculous levels of muscular power.

Now, with the danger it presented to you now nullified and avoided, you lower your shoulders and twist around. In one movement, dodging the axe sent flying from Angron's hand a moment ago, while also slamming your shoulder against his own, kicking from the ground to meet him as he falls, once more taking advantage of his momentum falling through the air. You feel the impact, ringing and resonating from your shoulder, down your arm and tingling from your spine throughout the rest of your body. Angron is met by a greater force as your shoulder blade strikes his own. Having reach the ground as you slammed your side against his, he spins around from the force, wincing as he struggles to keep his footing as he reels.

Cont

>>5499349

You, unaffected by the whiplash of the maneuver, land back on the ground pivoting around as Angron, disoriented by your successful redirection and being suddenly and strongly slammed against, tries to reorient himself and raise up his fallen guard. You do not allow him to opportunity to do so, as, with a single sprinting lunge, your upon him. Still wearing your serenely confident grin on your lips as you bring the pommel of the blade of love forward and ram it into his unarmored gut.

Your brother's eyes widen, and his face twists and contorts with both pain and nausea. He grasps for your shoulder, and you flow away, back peddling, shifting one foot behind the other in the rhythm of a carp swimming through water as he takes a staggered step forward. Already, his stomach is bruising. His eyes narrow, and his hands straighten and stiffen, as he adjusts his grip on his gladius. He remains partially pent over, as he, now much more warry of you, begins to circle you, looking for an opening as you stand stalwart and unmoving, smiling as you trace his every moment and study it intently, waiting for his reprisal.

It comes, rather cunningly, with a large cloud of sand he kicks your way, aiming for your eyes. Like any opponent you faced with a modicum of skill and wit, he's realized your eyes are the foremost obstacle to be overcome if there is to be any chance of defeating you. Not only for their ability to discern the truth of all they behold, but also because of your own ability to methodically analyze and scrutinize what they see. It speaks highly of your brother's skill as a fighter, that he is more concerned with that trained intuition rather than the innate power given unto you by your golden eyes. He knows you are a skilled enough warrior to possess what martial artists call foresight or what psykerists would name precognition. Something that few, if any, of his opponents have been capable of, and certainly none of them were his equal in terms of physicality or reaction speed. You can count on one hand the number of opponents you have met, amongst men, who had that particular gift of martial excellence. Beyond your human opponents, there were many more.

this gave you a distinct advantage over your brother. You're the first opponent he's faced, even considering the high riders propensity for augmenting their slaves of all sorts, to be of beyond human ability and skill. While you? You cut your teeth hunting down monsters and slaying Evil Spirits and those empowered by their foul energies.

Opening your eyes, having closed them to avoid being blinded, you sense your brother but do not see him. His presence is behind you, you can feel it by the weight of his violent intent, which he has not yet learned how to mask or hide completely, as you learned early in your youth.
Cont

>>5499350

You glance over your shoulder, and see another cloud of sand flying directly for your eyes, but before you close them, you also see Angron rushing forward, from the other side of you as he threw the sand. He retrieved his axe, and has his arm pulled back to throw it again. But that could be just a feint

His gladius was held at his side, low, the perfect angle to stab forward or slash upwards. But that could also be a feint.

This is reminding you of when you fought Cui Fu. What a battle that would've been if he had been born with a body like you and your brothers.

What is your third move, Lieren?

>Kick sand into Angron's face, and with one hand, try to catch the axe, and with the other, parry his gladius.

>Reach out, and try to grab a hold of him by his throat, shoulder or collar bone as he charges.

>You don't need eyes to see, reach out with your other senses and swing your leg, trying to kick Angron's out from underneath him.

>Your brother needs to learn. Fighting someone of your level, is more than just a contest of strength or martial skill. Force him back with Spirit's Touch: Dragon's Yawn

>Write in

>>5499352
>You don't need eyes to see, reach out with your other senses and swing your leg, trying to kick Angron's out from underneath him.

>>5499352
>Leap backwards into the air, vaulting over Angron, poising yourself to swing the flat of your blade down on him from above

>>5499352
>You don't need eyes to see, reach out with your other senses and swing your leg, trying to kick Angron's out from underneath him.

>>5499352
>You don't need eyes to see, reach out with your other senses and swing your leg, trying to kick Angron's out from underneath him.

>>5499352

>Your brother needs to learn. Fighting someone of your level, is more than just a contest of strength or martial skill. Force him back with Spirit's Touch: Dragon's Yawn

>>5499352
>You don't need eyes to see, reach out with your other senses and swing your leg, trying to kick Angron's out from underneath him.

>>5499352
>You don't need eyes to see, reach out with your other senses and swing your leg, trying to kick Angron's out from underneath him.

>>5499352
>>You don't need eyes to see, reach out with your other senses and swing your leg, trying to kick Angron's out from underneath him.

>>5499352
>>You don't need eyes to see, reach out with your other senses and swing your leg, trying to kick Angron's out from underneath him.

>>5499352
>Write in: Juggle Angron
>I shall now provide the over the top and funny Primarch fight option
Angron is coming, our plan is simple. Spin and and drop low, but how low? We roll backwards all the way his swords strike becoming impossible to use from its position and his axe either thrown over or or the swing becoming voided.

But why this roll? So he charging all that power and strength, his unsure footing will make him stand over us and we shall simply roll back them kick up with both legs launching him into an uncontroled spin into the air! Then we flip up from our position and pummel the man as he spins in the air!

>>5499340
true, sometimes you need to turn yourself into a cannonball and GTFO.

>>5499352
>>Your brother needs to learn. Fighting someone of your level, is more than just a contest of strength or martial skill. Force him back with Spirit's Touch: Dragon's Yawn

>>5499352
>>You don't need eyes to see, reach out with your other senses and swing your leg, trying to kick Angron's out from underneath him.

>>5499352
>You don't need eyes to see

>>5499935
>true, sometimes you need to turn yourself into a cannonball and GTFO.
To be absolutely fair, solid brick and mortar might as well be styrofoam as far as a Primarch is concerned. That and nobody ever expects their opponent to just roll with getting flung at mach 2.

>>5500180
Of course not, they expect the opponent to splat.
Hell, Huli hated us so much for our bullshit, fuck you daemon.

Konrad Kurze looked on in sadness at Beloved Sanguinius, the most treasured son and Angel of the Imperium. The Blood Angel Primarch had fallen so far in such a short amount of time and the contrast was so stark were they not kin one could mistake the withered creature before him as another being. The Angels warm skin and flowing blond hair had given way to sunken skin like ivory and the once blond locks now hung flat and matted white. He looked like he'd aged centuries for even his once pristime wins were now dotted in grey, shrivelled and unkempt.

The master of the Night Lords walked through his brothers personal chamber pasted the scattered papers and a pair over over turned hard wood seats. He caressed the broken remains of a statue which once depicted a man wrestling with a snake. His Fallen Brother waiting patiently upon the thrown opposite the door through which he'd entered.

“Sanguinius? Brother? Do you hear me?” Kurze asked a sad melody in his voice.

The Angel stirred upon his throne looking up weakly, “Yes brother I hear you.”

“Then you can still stop this bring your sons back from the clutches of the Great Enemy! War need not claim them!”

“No.” was the simple reply

“No? Why?” Kurze was at a loss?

“Bother we are so similar... our gift of foresight however is different. You see the Worst of futures, I see only the best of them-”

Konrad stopped at the base of the throne allowing his fellow primarch a moment to give voice to his madness.

“-you think me foolish? No you see bother it is a simple thing. You see the darkest futures and so you move to avoid them, you feel joy when a crisis fails to come to pass, the dark protector delivering the people of the Imperium to a brighter future. But me? I see only the futures we dream of and wish for, futures denied.”

“What do you speak of?” Kurze was all business now for his brother was now sitting upright his chest full of breath as he continued speaking and volume raising.

“All I can do is mourn what may have been! Every time fate is rent asunder I see countless faces and joys snuffed out! I have seen the future where my Sons could endure but now it is gone! I saw so many of us together.... I...but now all I see is this Konrad. This moment, fate has led here. The most glorious, wonderful and good end for me is right here with you and my sons? They were doomed the moment the Thrist was uncovered, so now I allow them to sate it before they are damned, their souls cast into the warp.”

The Angel had risen now and Kurze saw flickers of something...distant yet so close. He saw himself and his brother right here as it is now but their places were reversed. Yet that fleeting vision was all the Primarch of the Ninth Legion needed to throw himself upon his brothers claws cleaving his hearts in twain.

Curze held his dying brother close as a last message was whispered in his ear “Half. Will. Always. Fall.”
-

I flipped the script from one of the novels!

Nice. Personally, I prefer a future where Kurze goes so crazy he comes back around to being sane and just decides to take himself and his legion and fuck off to the ghoul stars and the outer dark and cease all contact with the imperium. They just sit out the heresy. It would be like he would say to Horus "yes I will fight for you" but in reality, he does not show for Istvan. >>5500225

It's also hilarious to me that during the whole heresy everyone is jumping at shadows thinking where are all the night lords and driving themselves paranoid. I also think the Thramas Crusade was the precursor to Kurze's suicide. He wanted as many of his sons dead as possible and did not want to do it himself so he sent his sons against one of the strongest warrior legions to cull them.>>5500237

>>5500237
>Kurze just doesn't show up on Istvan
>A single Night Lord Marine shows up to inform the Chaos Delegation of a scheduling conflict
>They're never seen again
I would laugh my fucking ass off

>>5500225
>Half will Always fall

File: we_are_the_night_by_nemri(...).png (1.4 MB, 1024x753)

1.4 MB PNG

>5500225
>Half will Always fall

>>5499352
>>Your brother needs to learn. Fighting someone of your level, is more than just a contest of strength or martial skill. Force him back with Spirit's Touch: Dragon's Yawn

Rogal Dorn the seventh found, now master of the Imperial Fists walked the long corridors of the Emperor's personal vessel taking the time to look through the long viewing window at Inwit, at the Phalanx and allowed himself a ghost of a smile; such order and discipline please him. While he and his father had talked much upon the bridge of the ancient vessel which was nigh a hive unto itself Rogal still found himself awash with questions; one of the more pressing being the itch on the back of his neck and the feeling he was being watched. So the lord of the Seventh legion stopped his walk and turned to look out the window proper using its sheen to watch behind his back his stance widened and his feet became as anchors.

“Come out” he said bluntly to no one knowing his watcher would clearly hear him. Yet for a few passing moments nothing happened until finally emerging from seemingly thin air appeared a giant in obsidian armour, the helm a snarling panther. The figure was noticeably taller than himself and reeked of...blood, slowly it loomed towards him black smoke slowly venting from the mouth piece, the very image of the harrowing tales mothers would tel their children.

“You are Lieren then-” The unamused Primarch spoke curtly “-Horus said you were theatric.”

The figure quickly slumped forward with arms limp and a groan escaped the vox which sounded greatly at odds with the grim armour. A hand raised and the helm was pulled off revealing the man beneath. “Did he really spoil my entrance?” came a thickly accented Gothic voice

“I'm afraid so” Dorn droned still not having turned from the window.

“Oh come now Brother this is our first meeting! It had to be special!”

“So you planned to scare me?”

“Well nothing else seems to work! Russ said you were a stick in the ice”

“I am not this”

“its a joke!”

“I know I just don't find such things funny.” Dorn finally turned to look at this so called playful panther whom stalked the Emperors halls. “Hmmm...I imagined you'd be taller”

1/2

>>5502253
Lieren jumped back dramatically somehow drifting in the air a few moments giving a comical air “You said you didn't like humour!”

“I said I didn't like yours, come walk with me I have another appointment” Rogal began to march without waiting for a reply, Lieren however swiftly fell in behind him still somehow floating through the air? “Ask your questions then if you were so keen to watch me” Dorn continued his tone still dry.

The two began to speak about upbringing, about culture and surprisingly a shared joy in building Dorn was beginning to enjoy his overly dramatic brother somewhat but soon they had to stop talking as the newly found Primarch was about to enter his destination.

He held out his hand and Lieren shook it grinning widely before with a laugh announcing “Finally got you smiling!”

Dorn forced his face to a neutral expression once more unaware as to when the hijinx of this man had won over a smile.

“No you didn't” he said firmly stepping through the open door leaving Lieren behind,

“I saw i-” The Primarch of the Second Legion was cut off as the door closed, Dorn let the smile return.

2/2

>>5499352
Total votes: 14
Total voters: 14

>You don't need eyes to see 9

>Leap backwards into the air 1

>Your brother needs to learn 3

Write-in:
>Write in: Juggle Angron 1

Calling the vote now. Sorry for the long wait. Had a stubborn ass headache

So Lieren will, using his other superhuman senses, try and kick Angron's legs out from underneath him

Writing now

>>5502745
Thanks for the assist Based Tally Anon.

>>5500225
Wonderfully tragic

>>5502253
>>5502254
Gave me a hearty chuckle. Love reading Lieren being Lieren-esc around his brothers

Forcing the past from your mind, you shut your eyes tightly as the sand your brother threw reaches your face. Just as he hoped you would, thinking that blinding you would be a great handicap to you. But unfortunately, Angron failed to take into account the beyond human clarity and sensitivity of your senses beyond sight. Which have been heightened further now that you have removed optical feedback and sensation from the equation, allowing the four remaining natural senses to expand and heighten even further. The world may have become black to your sight, but to your hearing, your touch, you scent and your taste it has become a vivid collage of colors. Each of the four works in tandem, to draw together a picture of the world you've blinded yourself to. The thundering steps, the reverberation through the sand, the shifting of the air, the scent of blood and sweat and the taste of it stinging your tongue, the sound of Angron's breathing, his heart beating pounding, his blood flowing. In the world of the blind, an image is painted with a few masterstrokes. You had always known to trust more than your eyes, even considering their advantageous and miraculous ability to discern the true nature of all they beheld after a moment of intense study. Shangrala, after all, is shrouded by dense white fog and ever present mist. Those raised under that white, ethereal coat, learn quickly to rely on their other senses as much as that of sight if not more so. Its an adaptation most creatures of the world share. And through the teachings of self improvement within the journey, some like yourself have heightened this natural sharpening of the senses beyond the realms of what had been thought possible.

And that is without taking into account the ability to sense and monitor Qi, that you had learned by accident.

That supernatural, spiritual sense joins with the four innate senses and so the picture you've made of your surroundings, the mental landscape you have crafted, becomes as vivid as if you were observing it with eyes opened wide. Perhaps it is even clearer, with the unnecessary details and distractions removed so what is vital and necessary to see becomes even bolder to your mind's eye.

No matter. For the image you see, that you've painted, of Angron's charge, is enough for you to defend yourself against him, no matter the angle of his attack.

He twists his wrist. Angling his axe's head to strike flat against your brow, directly on the brand placed there. A stunning maneuver. He throws his arm forward, lunging and using the momentum of his axe swing to twist himself around in anticipation of a retaliatory strike, while push the tip of his gladius into your side. Ah. Neither strike was a feint! He telegraphed both of his attacks so greatly to make you think one was a diversion before you were blinded by the sand he threw! How Clever.
Cont

>>5502916

Unfortunately. the way he is moving to both dodge and strike, is rather unsteady if you were being generous in describing it. Exploitable, if you were being honest. All of his weight is held up by his heel and he could be easily knocked off that precarious balance.

Like so. You throw yourself to the ground, pressing your palms flat. Pushing up, you swing both of your legs outward in a circular motion, drawing your heels through the sand before lifting them in a rising kick as you hop from the ground using your hands. Angron has tumbled to the ground, thrown to it by his own movement forward. His excitement to close in becoming his literal downfall.

He's still has a hold of both his weapons.

Or he did, for a moment. Before dropping them and lunging at you from the ground, like a panther. You fall onto your back, stunned by the sudden aggression, using one hand to block his hand as it seeks your throat. With his other, he begins raining blows down on your head with enough force to scramble the various sensors and artificial senses within your helmet, and dent the star metal making it. Ringing your skull like a temple gong!

What is your forth move, Lieren

>Wrestle with him. This is the first time you've grappled with an opponent of equivalent strength and stamina.

>Headbutt him several times, hoping that his head will be rung more than your own

>Strike several pressure points and nerve endings with the night crane style

>Roll on your back for greater leverage, and kick him into the air and off of you

>Write in

>>5502919
>>Roll on your back for greater leverage, and kick him into the air and off of you

>>5502919
>Strike several pressure points and nerve endings with the night crane style

>capcha YYY08

>>5502919
>Strike several pressure points and nerve endings with the night crane style
Alright, now's the time to start pulling from out bag of tricks.

>>5502883
Mr. Malal I would like to say thank you for writing such a wonderful quest. You have actually inspired me to finally take the leap and write a quest of my own. I am having a great time with it so far! And please keep up the good work knowing that you have inspired someone to pursue writing

>>5502919
>Roll on your back for greater leverage, and kick him into the air and off of you

>>5502950
what quest you QMing

>Wrestle with him. This is the first time you've grappled with an opponent of equivalent strength and stamina.

We are fighting for EXP.

>>5502919
>Strike several pressure points and nerve endings with the night crane style
Go full 8 trigrams 64 palms on Angron and just don't stop prodding.

File: Spoiler Image (315 KB, 686x800)

315 KB PNG

>Yandere Noble dressed kazzy
Im only half sorry, it also occurs to me the Necron Overlords might well compliment our tastes

"Your bride is living silver and metal with green light most oft? For a young race your tastes are indeed refined"

>>5503316
holy fk i miss wrote Scholar...well shit

>>5502919
>Strike several pressure points and nerve endings with the night crane style

>>5502919
>>Strike several pressure points and nerve endings with the night crane style
good

>>5503316
nice image

>>5502984
It is off site so I won't say as to not break the rules but it is a 40k quest about a marine in the deathwatch

>>5503399
>Roll on your back for greater leverage, and kick him into the air and off of you

>>5502919
>Strike pressure points.

>>5502919
>>Wrestle with him. This is the first time you've grappled with an opponent of equivalent strength and stamina.

>>5502919
>Strike several pressure points and nerve endings with the night crane style

I just realised something, the Fall of the Eldar aint even a thousand years ago at this point! Holy shit there would be (comparatively to 40l) tons more of them! Not only that while the Crone worlds have been subsumed within the Eye they wont all be totally locked down yet!
-
So what do you guys think our plan should be for the ol Stag of their Pantheon? naturally we gotta get in there Aeldari restoration an all that jazz. But any theories? My only idea thus far is while caked in Antiwarp charms and so on start raiding said crone worlds on the very outskirts to get some relics to use as Foci then Mein him exploiting Paracausality to draw him out so the Silverslut throws him up and out Cronus style!...then fucking leg it.

>>5504561
That would be quite the big risk for helping out the Eldar, wouldn't really see the point so soon, we gotta consolidate our own home system and surrounding stars.

File: the cold legion.jpg (972 KB, 4734x2235)

972 KB JPG

Malcador was nervous; a rare thing for the Sigillite. He had found himself once more upon Shangrala the world of swirling mist and ancient wonders...and several headaches the reason for his visit now being among them. He had received reports from Horus in regards to the equipment and weapons brought to bare not only by the Second legion but also their base human auxiliary forces. This equipment had been sought after by the Mechanicum which had led to a brief but brutal skirmish ending in the Mechanicum being exterminated, bodies never found, the scions of Mars had also submitted reports but Malcador knew them to be overly hyperbolic in their accusations.

Walking through the foggy fields the scene would be viewed as haunting to many, the honour guard sent to receive him were always half hidden by the misty shroud and the majority were nought but half seen shadows with glinting emerald eyes from their visors and lenses. But the Sigillite marched on along the so called Giants Road which as he now remembered sirred by the harrowing like scenes about him; was laid over the bones of the Hangmans foes just as many hung from the passing trees.

It began to rain and while an umbrella of empyreal energy kept him dry the coldness still soaked into his ancient bones. He'd time to properly look at the figures about him now...not Astates but standing just as tall, humans encased in powered armour systems reminiscent of those he thought he'd never see again....designs echoing Old Night itself. It filled him with a hopeful nostalgia but also fear, this place was a time capsule to a forgotten....a forbidden past.

1/2

>>5505383
The rain only grew heavier as he drew closer to the neon lit meeting site, a small fort from the feudal era embedded with modern infrastructure and neon lights making it a beckon in the dark. There at the door waited Lieren but no smile was upon his face only a neutral expression and a set jaw. The Golden eyes were burning into him and while he didn't feel the Tyrantsbane probing his mind he knew Lieren was reading him like a book. He would have done the same but as he drew closer still a number fo figures cloaked in red were brought forward bound in ropes of the finest silk.

Finally the Sigillite stopped before the Second Son whom maintained all etiquette and kneeled. “Honoured Grand Uncle, you are here to collect these most brazen of Thieves?” he said without raising his head.

“I am-” Malcador took the surprise in his stride “-and to discuss the divergence of imperial equipment doctrine among your deployed forces, Rise Lieren my friend.”

The Primarch stood as bid and for a few moments nothing moved....Malcador felt something proding his mind, it was not Lieren though, it was human? Familiar...colder and ancient and he felt something he'd not do so in centuries? The simmering anger of a mother.

Lieren smiled finally but Malcador felt something predatory, “My honoured wife awaits within”

Malcador could not hide this shock, “What?!”

He was escorted in as the Panther King laughed.

2/2

I like the idea of Lieren haunting the mechanicum, Malcador and so on with his tampering. Combining Aeldari designs, Archeotech and anything else he can. The concept of him being viewed as a looming threat is fun. Making specialist gear fore our sons and forces giving a slight nod to aspect warrior things and so on.. Lieren he whom don't jsut walk a fine line he damned well moonwalks on it.

I'll count the vote in a few hours. Sorry for the wait. Wasn't feeling well

>>5506120
you called? adding to my original vote (because I find the idea of throwing him in the air then striking his points cool as hell)
>Roll on your back for greater leverage, and kick him into the air and off of you

Total votes: 13
Total voters: 12

>Roll on your back for greater leverage, and kick him into the air and off of you 4

>Strike several pressure points and nerve endings with the night crane style 7

>Wrestle with him. This is the first time you've grappled with an opponent of equivalent strength and stamina. 2

>>5506132
As always, thank you, tally anon.

So Lieren will strike at Angron's pressure points and nerve endings, using the night crane style

Writing now.

And, since I don't know how the holidays will go, I'll wish you all an early merry christmas and happy holidays

>>5502950
Well that really lifts my spirits. Glad you've enjoyed this quest enough to start your own, hope it goes well

>>5503316
Oh that looks fantastic. Think this is the first art of human Kanzeon? Love it, absolutely love it, especially the eyes, lips, hair and hands!

>>5505383
>>5505385
This was a treat to read, foreboding all the way through, though the ending made me chuckle. And you did a good job showing just how spooky Shangrala would be to the average visitor/ imperial

And I can imagine what sort of ordeal those cog boys bound in silk went through

The flurry of blows to your head would be enough to fell even the most stubborn amongst beast and men, and judging from the force could easily reduce the skull of an Aeldari to a powdery paste. Why, there's enough strength behind these punches to cave in the temples of some of the Wicked and Evil spirits and devils and reduce the skulls underneath into a substance resembling rough gravel. But, your head is as tough as your brothers, so it endures like the anvil of a forge, thoughts scrambled and interrupted by the constant barrage of direct strikes and pummeling blows slamming your head and punching it to the ground. There's a ringing in your ears, and your vision is interrupted with flashes of light, white and red. The sound of your helmet being pounded and slammed is reminiscent of a style of monastery bell you repurposed for use in Shangralas numerous academies, both of academic and martial subject and focus.

Blinking, you find Angron has managed to deactivate the mechanical and technical senses of your helmet by repeated application of blunt force. Which is impressive, as you've noted the internal mechanisms and workings of your suit of transforming armor to be well capable of withstanding at least the impact of a few well placed bolter shells. What monstrous strength.

However, what is hard is overcome by what is soft. Overwhelming aggression can be countered with gentleness and a few well placed strikes. Even novice martial artists know that, just as that same gentleness can be overcome by raw power. While there are no openings in your brothers assault, and you can't really dodge while pinned underneath him whilst having your brain rattled by repeated hammer like strikes to your forehead through the now dented and malformed helmet of star-metal, which surely must be twisted into a most unpleasant visage by now. But, you can deflect his next punch, with the back of your hand, and while that creates an opening by forcing his assault to pause for a fraction of a moment, that span of time is all you need to strike back. Letting go of the hand intending to choke you, you press the first two fingers of both your hands tightly together and halfway stand, lifting Angron with your knees. An effort which takes all of your own inhuman strength to accomplish.

With both his hands free, he begins wailing against both sides of your heads as you bow it and focus, centering yourself through the concussive storm of your brother's fierce attack and draw a mental picture of his nervous system and the unseen meridians entangled with it. Like shimmering stars, pressure points and nerve endings glow before your closed eyes. Both of you are now almost standing, supported by the other.
Cont

>>5506476

You begin your own assault, of well place strikes, jabbing and pinching acupoints and nerve endings, interfering with your brother's flow of Qi and nervous and muscular systems, impeding his unconscious control of his bodies movements by sealing away several key tendons and joints, slackening them or locking them in place.

But still he does not relent. And you expected he would not. Your father had built your bodies to be all but indestructible it would seem, and the complexities of primarch physiology would drive even the most steel minded of scientists and physyicans to drooling, wailing madness.

However, you had, along with Kanzeon, studied the blueprints of the primarchs and with her, gained a great deal of knowledge concerning their functions, both scientifically wrought and mystically woven. These initial strikes were just to test if the Night crane style could fundamentally work on a body like your own.

Swaying back, feeling the effects of having your head pounded like a drum, your raise up your hands, holding out only two fingers and allow Angron to think he has the upper hand, so he'll charge in. He does. And with eight pokes along his right arm, you seal away his control of it, forcing it to go limp and hang at his side. Angron pauses, eyes widening as confusion overwhelms his battle frenzy and boyish excitement

You would be lying if you claimed at a later date, that the high heel kick you deliver to his chin did not bring you any satisfaction. For in truth in brought you a great deal of satisfaction!

Balancing on the heel of your other leg, you stand like a night crane, leg lifted threateningly and both your hands formed into "Beaks", held above your head, nearly straight up

"HAHAHA! YOU LOOK RIDICULOUS !" Anahita guffaws as Angron staggers back, waving his functioning arm at his side in a vain attempt to balance himself "Can you even see through that helmet anymore?

Angron spat out a wad of blood, cracked the knuckles of the hand he could still control and...the energies in the air shifted. The winds of the empyrean changed course, subtly. White, see through hands formed, unseen by all except you, woven together from countless strings of Mental and spiritual energy.

"Spirit's touch" You voice growled and whirred through the wrecked speaker of your helmet, which you were trying to repair to working order through subconscious thought programs

"Don't complain, brother, you taught me this. Don't know what you did to my arm, but...anything to win a fight" Angron said, smiling mirthfully under his half helmet

You maintained your defensive stance, leg still raised as you tried to anticipate his next move. Would he send a spinning axe from outside your field of view? Launch his gladius? Grab hold of you with Spirit's touch directly, or even use it to propel himself or strengthen his blows by multiplying the force behind them with telekinesis?
Cont

>>5506477

What is your fifth move, to counter Angron's Spirit touch whatever form it may take, Lieren?

>Test your own Spirit's touch against your brothers, measuring your strength as a Psykerist and Cultivator of self against his own

>"I taught you the basics of Shangralan Psykerism. Yes", Channel "Reality Flickers before the Approaching storm (What emotion/ concept do you use as a focus)

>Rush him, and perform the "The Five Daggers of Winter's Embrace", freezing his other arm in place with ethereal ice.

>Distract him with a gout of witch fire, spat from your own mouth, then pummel him with a sequence of strikes, shifting between the fog panther and century tortoise styles seemlessly

>Write in

>>5506479
>>Test your own Spirit's touch against your brothers, measuring your strength as a Psykerist and Cultivator of self against his own

>>5506479
>>"I taught you the basics of Shangralan Psykerism. Yes", Channel "Reality Flickers before the Approaching storm (What emotion/ concept do you use as a focus)
>Joy, the joy at having met him and found him. The enjoyment you are partaking from this brotherly bonding.

>>"I taught you the basics of Shangralan Psykerism. Yes", Channel "Reality Flickers before the Approaching storm (What emotion/ concept do you use as a focus)
>Joy, the joy at having met him and found him. The enjoyment you are partaking from this brotherly bonding.

Time to show him some brotherly love!

>>5506479
>>>"I taught you the basics of Shangralan Psykerism. Yes", Channel "Reality Flickers before the Approaching storm (What emotion/ concept do you use as a focus)
>>Joy, the joy at having met him and found him. The enjoyment you are partaking from this brotherly bonding.
kek

>>5506479
>>>>"I taught you the basics of Shangralan Psykerism. Yes", Channel "Reality Flickers before the Approaching storm (What emotion/ concept do you use as a focus)
>>>Joy, the joy at having met him and found him. The enjoyment you are partaking from this brotherly bonding.
>Playful happy monkey time at long last!

>Write in
Combining the concept we have chosen with the mad and wily moves of the monkey Lieren will exploit " Spirit's touch" not to move Angron or weapon but ourselve! When we make a right step we move left sliding along the floor! When we jump for a kick gravity takes no hold and we remain in the air for another strike! When we dodge back with a handstand we spin on the spot like a top!

Time to go full overjoyed Shonen!

>>5506627
>>5506479
Oh hell yes do it! Support

>>5506627
I support being a cheeky monkey.

All the people watching this bout must feel so, so confused by what's going on.

>>5506627
>Support

>>5506479
>Distract him with a gout of witch fire, spat from your own mouth, then pummel him with a sequence of strikes, shifting between the fog panther and century tortoise styles seemlessly
>Rush him, and perform the "The Five Daggers of Winter's Embrace", freezing his other arm in place with ethereal ice.

>>5506627
Supporting. Time to really put Angron through his paces.

>>5506479
>Distract him with a gout of witch fire, spat from your own mouth, then pummel him with a sequence of strikes, shifting between the fog panther and century tortoise styles seemlessly
>Rush him, and perform the "The Five Daggers of Winter's Embrace", freezing his other arm in place with ethereal ice.

>>5506627
I'll throw my support behind this.

>>5506479
>Test your own Spirit's touch against your brothers, measuring your strength as a Psykerist and Cultivator of self against his own

>"I taught you the basics of Shangralan Psykerism. Yes", Channel "Reality Flickers before the Approaching storm (Joy and brotherly love.)

DEFEAT THIS MAN WITH KINDNESS.

>>5506479
>>"I taught you the basics of Shangralan Psykerism. Yes", Channel "Reality Flickers before the Approaching storm (What emotion/ concept do you use as a focus)
>>Joy, the joy at having met him and found him. The enjoyment you are partaking from this brotherly bonding.

File: chinese.jpg (11 KB, 250x190)

11 KB JPG

>>5507276
looks great. my only complaint would be the II on the shoulder. it looks closer to a door way than the roman numeral. so I would have (If i could draw to save my life) made the top thicker or used the Chinese numeral for 2 instead since we are space china.

File: Illustration2.png (171 KB, 900x505)

171 KB PNG

"Why...I do think I am starting to enjoy myself...how unbecoming yet delightful~"

>>5507276
I like it, specially the different space marine armor, since I think Kaz made modifications for our sons

File: im not sorry.png (35 KB, 738x671)

35 KB PNG

merry xmas from Australia and im not sorry

>>5507475
I'm not familiar with this paticular scene. But it's giving me major chaos/Baoli-Wuyawang vibes.

>>5507506
Kek.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lRrOLTHu-ew&ab_channel=AnimeOST

File: cwac.png (261 KB, 1200x675)

261 KB PNG

>>5507510
im just getting drunk, nicking anime scenes and making funny shit we might use one day

File: Emperor Long Jia.jpg_large.jpg (238 KB, 784x1384)

238 KB JPG

For those of you who don't read wuxia or xianxia this is what they mean they talk about royalty.

File: eastern mage art 1.jpg (41 KB, 310x448)

41 KB JPG

Here's what our psykers could look like.

>>5507511
Baki's father from both anime and manga would make for some great base images for it.

File: megaprosperity santa edition.png (314 KB, 900x1200)

314 KB PNG

>>5506479
Merry Christmas Malal and all

>>5507506
I'm not sorry either, deal with it

>>5507506
merry christmas and keep doing a good job !

>>5507524
we have actually a lot images around, even for the wanderers, but the more the merrier ! Wandereres themselves had many different clothings or way to dress. Because of their different backgrounds of course.

>>5507522
Meanwhile Jinhai is rocking his fatigues and armor on the regular, complete with badboy facial hair.

So begins the Shangralaa tradition of "ok i know im Emperor but uhh... heavenly mandate to go on adventures?"
The poor bastard on the throne is jsut the guy whom couldnt come up with a good enough excuse to skip town

"Ah yes the Second legion 'Kingmakers' for they deny any crowns of their own in favour of the wilds"

File: Rorschach_blot_01.jpg (201 KB, 736x482)

201 KB JPG

Somnium Temple
The Officio Assassinorum is famed naturally for producing the most deadly lone killers in the Emperors realm from marksmen to shape shifters, from Beserkers to deft poisoners. But none of them have the quite so insidious or bare the shadow of Long Night quite like the assassins of the Somnium Temple. The Brainchild of the Second Son; Lieren these assassins are more than a scalpel, they are a micro laser. An instrument so fine and lethal, so unethically efficient and brutal only by the command of the Emperor of Sigillite themselves can one be deployed.

They are a temple of Dream invaders, memory thieves and subtle manipulation, they kill their targets with the hands of another. They do not take free will from their targets or pawns, they bend it, twist it to their purpose one could call them a foil to the Culexus in many ways. Recruits are taken from the psyker populations of untold worlds and quietly sifted through for viability for these assassins are alone in the fact they are given upon augmentation the 'machinalobi' an artificial lobe extension which altars their own thought patterns to be more like that of the projects progenitor: mechanical, efficient, creative and above all Loyal to the Emperor.

Their skills are trained to first become unnoticeable, moving beyond perception if needs be, then the act of Astral Projection where they may whisper and shape the dreams of their targets like directors of film or theatre to push emotional buttons or inject ideas. As they grow the range of their abilities expands and expands until they are able to act from a notable distance from their victims. Thus many a target may well find themselves suddenly overthrown or betray by their own kin, maybe they simply begin to forget key details and make a mistake resulting in death? Misshapes and quiet deaths abound! An assassin is long gone their work lasting beyond their single move. Sleeper agents remaining should the assassins have need of them once more. They are oft refereed to by many as the most insidious weapon created for their roles for what sanctity remains when ones own mind, when your own memories and ideals, dreams and hopes are but clay.

1/2

File: inkblot-1_wide-4721996e4c(...).jpg (57 KB, 1000x563)

57 KB JPG

>>5508859
These assassins are augmented totally internally to avoid detection, aside from the 'machinalobi' they are fitted with a number of other augments. An internal skin graft called the 'Notatacutis' which wards them utterly from the denizens of the great enemy their own bodies becoming a soul sanctuary and finally the “Verumor' which is for lack of a better word... a self destruct device which breaks their bodies down upon a cellular level upon death, triggered by a lack of ordered activity within the machinalobi. All of this is for a secret hidden purpose; the temple itself is also but a mask... the Somnium Temple watch and remove those whom come to know the Great Enemy.

Lieren was quoted upon the founding as stating: “Father I pray you need never use these my shadows. For to save the souls of the Imperium....I feel like I have damned mine own.”

---
Ive grown to enjoy the idea that slowly the Emperor is going to push Lieren more and more. The ever dependable son, but it will begin to slowly cause a crack which could result in whom knows, secrets were ever the Lord of Lightnings downfall and piling so much upon his son might well cost him.

2/2

File: 1624102049381.gif (1.92 MB, 700x589)

1.92 MB GIF

Calling the vote now. Sorry for the very long wait.

Test your own Spirit's touch against your brothers, measuring your strength as a Psykerist and Cultivator of self against his own:2

"I taught you the basics of Shangralan Psykerism. Yes", Channel "Reality Flickers before the Approaching storm:11
-Joy, the joy at having met him and found him. The enjoyment you are partaking from this brotherly bonding.:11
-Combining the concept we have chosen with the mad and wily moves of the monkey Lieren will exploit " Spirit's touch" not to move Angron or weapon but ourselves:6

Distract him with a gout of witch fire, spat from your own mouth, then pummel him with a sequence of strikes, shifting between the fog panther and century tortoise styles seemlessly:2

Rush him, and perform the "The Five Daggers of Winter's Embrace", freezing his other arm in place with ethereal ice.:2

total votes: 14

So Lieren will tell Angron "I taught you the basics of Shangralan Psykerism. Yes" before channeling "Reality Flickers before the Approaching storm" focused on The joy at having found and met him and the enjoyment of this brotherly bonding, as well as using spirit's touch to make his movements nigh unpredictable, like a monkey

Writing now.


>>5507276
>>5507475
>>5507506
>>5507511
Nice, very, very nice.

>>5507542
Heh.Late Merry Christmas to you all to

>>5508859
>>5508861
Oooh, I really like this

>tfw your normally reserved and only occasionally dramatic brother lights himself on fire
>He then starts laughing like madman before jumping around erratically
I can only imagine how baffled Angron is about to be.

Lowering your leg, you smiled mischievously, like a jackal or perhaps a monkey. Flicking your nose, you clapped your hands together, creating a gust of wind that flattened the sand surrounding you, leaving eleven circles of raised sand waving out from your feet as you gave a hoot and loud howler, before pulling your hands apart and throwing your arms to the side as your mischevious smile turned gleeful and mirthful, overflowing with joy and excitment

"I taught you the basics of Shangralan Psykerism. Yes!" you exclaim with a cackling, high pitched laugh as you extend your will and force it upon the world surrounding you in a sphere, imposing it and the emotion swelling in your heart upon reality briefly, as reality itself trembles and flickers upon the unleashing of your willpower to allow it to dye the very fabric of realspace around you. The sand shudders, Anahita groans in discomfort and Angron, for the first time in this bout, hesitates and takes a warry step backwards, shifting his aggressive stance to a defensive one, surrounding himself in an invisible shield of mental energy. Joy bleeds from your heart and pours out of your smile, as festival paints and makeup cover your face and hands, making you seem like a colorful perform or painted fool. A golden smile is drawn over your already face wide grin, and your eyes are framed half green and half red as various designs of geometric and floral nature are etched onto your skin via ghostly light. Your armor becomes strikingly colored and vividly painted, with laughing faces peering out from its glimmering, polished surface and a golden band wraps around your forehead, concealing your brand.

Angron takes another step back, as the sphere of altered existence expands and the world becomes that of a painting, and both you and he become characters drawn upon its canvas, dripping with bright hues and rich tones. As if the two of you have been drawn into the world of puppetry or roadside theaters. Angron, is, of course, caught entirely off guard and flat footed upon witnessing your most dramatic technique, as flowers of all colors sprout from the sand and visible, azure and plum winds blow, swirl and dance around the both of you as the unrelenting storm of joy and brotherly affection erupts from where you stand, fireworks and disembodied laughter rising into the air as you beckon Angron to charge you with a quick gesture of your hand, before you begin jumping and hopping between your feet, overjoyed to be so privileged as to partake in this brotherly bonding with him.

Angron, blinks several times, trying to clear what he thinks is an illusion from his eyes. But when the joyous painted world persists, he sighs through his nose, grey tongues and brushes of air curling from his nostrils as he bows his head and does the only thing he can think to do in the face of such a bizarre display.

He throws himself forward, speeding himself up like a rocket with a great push of his spirit's touch.
Cont

>>5508955

You throw your arms forward, and begin to slide forward across the sandy floor , as if you were skating on ice or had hidden a anti gravital engine with the soles of your shows. Angron throws a punch, backed up by all of his psionic might. You kick, high, and launch yourself over the bore drill shaped out of his spiritual essence. He pivots around, and finds himself spinning like a top as you twist yourself around mid air and create a twister of gale winds. Now upside down, still grinning like a maniac, you throw a punch and fling yourself down at Angron. He throws his hands up, and like water you slide around the barrier of telekinetic energy he erected above himself. He is laughing now to, in disbelief of your playful antics. Lashing out with Spirit's touch, you spin yourself around once again, righting yourself and performing the most excessive and unbelieveable form of the carps dance yet performed, landing and gliding on your heel. Grabbing onto Angron's shoulder, both of you spin around as you wrap yourself around him and leap into the air.

Laughter echoes through the air, as the dream world you forced upon reality shatters and comes to an end, right as you lift Angron high into the sky and twist around. Now both of you are plummeting towards the metal flooring of the arena. But as you fall, you exchange a flurry of blows, neither of your bothering to block, defend or parry as you unleash as many strikes upon eachother as is physically possible. You shift between Fog Panther, Century tortoise and Night crane style in that order for times, while Angron grapples, gouges at your eyes and and tries to pin your flying fists and feet with the brutally efficient style of wrestling he was taught in the coliseum he was raised in.

Both of you were laughing like mad men, and prevent the inevitable conclusion of your decent and the cruel judgement of gravity from coming to fruition through excessive use of spirit's touch. Fists meet face, feet meet chest, and arms wrap around your torso. Angron is grinning just as cheerfully as yourself, despite the nasty bruise on his cheek and his bloody nose. But you simply lift your arms, slip through his crushing hug, and slip like a carp swimming up stream around his back, and lock his arms by crossing your own under them and across his chest

Kicking off your own spirit's touch, you flip both of you around, upside down and with a flat palm of psionic energy, slam both yourself and Angron straight to the ground.

All of the sand in the arena is thrown into the air. A crater is formed in Anahita's metallic flesh as a resounding, melodic ringing echoes through her body

"Holy shit!" Anahita cheers "That was ridiculous! I've never seen anyone fight like that before! What a show! What a show! It didn't seem real! And uh, never pull that shit inside me again Lieren! It gave me one hell of a migraine, whatever it was you just did to the fabric of the material universe"
Cont

>>5508956

You leap to your feet and out of the crater you made by planting your brother's head and shoulders through at least a foot of star metal. Brushing off your chest and sleeves, you admire your handiwork.

"Ouch" Angron says dully, as the star metal liquifies around his neck and releases him. He's covered in blood, but still chuckling, white teeth peering through the blood streaking down from the cut on his brow "That was...exciting and utterly confusing. Not sure what you did, but that was fun. And baffling. I've had fever dreams that made more sense than that. No wonder you and Magnus treat me like a novice in this Psykerist business, Damn, that was certainly an...enlightening experience. Think you broke my neck"

"Might've hurt it. But it'd take quite a bit more force to break a primarch's neck" You say, bowing dramatically, throwing your arm over your chest as your armor gains a cloak just so it can dramatically lift and flow upon an nonexistent breeze behind you "Shall we continue?"

"I concede, I might have a thick head, but I know when I'm bested" Angron said, sounding quiet winded "And I've gotten a good measure of your strength and ability. I thought those "Martial arts" of yours were pointless and overly elegant to be anyway effective, but, I've been proven wrong. What the hell did you do anyways"

"It is a technique only I thus far have been able to perform" You say with a wink "We'll call it a draw then, brother?"

"A draw? You planted me like a tree!" Angron shouted, angrily as Anahita marched down into the Arena

"Humble as ever, eh?' she said with a grin, as she patted your shoulder "Come on Angry Ron. Now that you two have had your fun, lets get to designing your new armaments"

"Let me catch my breath first" Your brother sighed, shaking his head "Still feeling a little dazed here"

What do you do, now that the fight is over, Lieren?

>Accompany your brother to see what sort of weapon he has anahita make for him

>Leave Anahita and check in on Jinhai and the others from Shangrala, and see what the tacticians of the combined army are planning

>Begin teaching anyone in Angron's army whose asks your martial arts.

>Go scouting with Feng, to make sure no high rider army is nearby.

>Write in

>>5508957
>Accompany your brother to see what sort of weapon he has anahita make for him

I didn't think we were gonna win this fight actually.

>>5508957
>Begin teaching anyone in Angron's army whose asks your martial arts.
Let the two have some privacy

>>5508957
>Leave Anahita and check in on Jinhai and the others from Shangrala, and see what the tacticians of the combined army are planning

>Write in
Let our Brother go off to decide upon his own weapons, while he does that we contact Malcador or The Emperor and report what is happening here, we do need to give a brief sitrep.

>>5508957
I support >>5508964

But. . . Pffffff, Cheeky Sun Wukong appeared.

File: harlequin meme 1.jpg (13 KB, 183x275)

13 KB JPG

>>5508955
>>5508956
We have yet to meet the harlequins but its likely we have heard something about them and used them for inspiration. This part of fight gave me jojo and Fulgrim vibes.

>>5508957
>>5508964

>>5508957
>>Leave Anahita and check in on Jinhai and the others from Shangrala, and see what the tacticians of the combined army are planning

>>5508957
>Leave Anahita and check in on Jinhai and the others from Shangrala, and see what the tacticians of the combined army are planning

>Go scouting with Feng, to make sure no high rider army is nearby.

>>5508964
Support, last Dad knew was we were off on a chase right?

>>5508957
>>Leave Anahita and check in on Jinhai and the others from Shangrala, and see what the tacticians of the combined army are planning

>>5508957
this >>5508964

>>5508957
>>Leave Anahita and check in on Jinhai and the others from Shangrala, and see what the tacticians of the combined army are planning

Wonder what the aeldari thought of that little scrap, did we resemble their laughing god?

>>5508957
>>5508964
Oh and support

>>5508957
>>5508964
supportin

Sins of the Father pt1:
-----
It had come at last, the final gambit was soon to be played. The Emperor sat across from Malcador deep within the Imperial Palace, the silence was broken seldomly by the foundation shaking from devastating weaponry and brutal combat but mere kilometers away. The air was heavy the Custodes that stood guard could never know the fear of defeat, but even they knew the of how dire the hour had become. Malcador spoke first "Ironic this disgusting swill should be our parting cordial" the liquor known as Dragon's Spit swirled in his ornate chalice. The Emperor's stoic facade broke for but a moment as he chuckled "That it is, especially seeing as how fond of the drink you have become." All that could be asked in this scenario was to briefly alleviate the dread those around The Emperor felt. The truth of the matter was that both of their deaths were almost certain, but the nebulous chance of the final victory was more then could be passed upon. The whole situation was unconscionable, betrayal was inevitable He had foreseen it. But this? None could have imagined the deterioration of His vision for mankind. None Could fathom that The Second, the one thought most steadfast and resilient to the perversions of the warp could ever possibly fall. The Eldar that were once his allies had attempted intervention, now they were nothing but corpses drifting through the void or dangling from their necks on the traitors vehicles and vessels. Constantine entered the chamber "My lord, it is time." What good mood there was had drained, now there was only grim determination. The Emperor laid a hand upon Malcador's shoulder "Thank you, for everything, my friend." then He rose "For mankind, there is no price to great, fiend" The Emperor nodded and made for the teleportarium with his custodians.

The thing that had once been Lieren was drawing the emperor into a trap, this much was certain the humanity that once made him different had been seared away. Now it was a cold thing that only sought the most efficient way to remove chaos from the galaxy. The Emperor took with him only the strongest and most loyal of his forces with him, Snguinius, Dorn, both of their sons, His own custodians, and a number of imperial armymen that had survived the worst of the fighting during the whole of the siege. There was no doubt in his mind that most would never set foot upon Terra again, never to see the outcome of their ultimate sacrifice. Death had surrounded The Emperor since his youth, clawing at the wall of destiny and His will to claim him finally. It's presence had never moved Him, they were not He though. The level of eradication they had laid witness to at the hands of His own progeny, a being that carried a portion of His essence. It weighed on The Emperor, how could He have allowed this to happen? He banisged the thoughts of self doubt and what if from His mind, they would only cause hesitation now.
cont.

>>5510291
Sins of the Father pt2:
-----
All knew only war and harbored naught but hate, all except for one. A singular son of the second, long having scored the symbol of his legion from his armor wielding only a two handed chainsword. The Emperor could see through the mask His grandchild wore, and could only perceive an unending well of despair. Hopefully this could set his self hatered to rest, but The Emperor knew all too well that this notion was nothing more then a childish hope. He cleared His throat as thunder clears silence, all looked to The Emperor now "Make ready, our final victory is at hand. All of your valor and martial skill has made me proud, persist one last time into the heart of darkness with me. So we may break the back of this siege!" In unison they called "For The Emperor!"

Their entrance to the now twisted shell of Kanezon had been frantic. The strike force was scattered through out the labyrinthine ship only a handful of His custodians stood by His side now, and the howls of braying madmen began to echo through the shifting corridors. They had become foul twisted things, an unholy union of man, machine, crustacean, life, and death. Any color they may have bore now mono tonal. His golden host reacted instantly, cutting their suffering slavering forms down as He strode forth. As he did the hollow voice of what was Lieren buzzed through growing vox mouths on the organic metal walls. "Welcome Father, how are you enjoying your visiit to my humble abode?" The Emperor bade him no response and continued onward. The hordes of cultists were reduced to clouds of gore and limbs as the golden host advanced, The Emperor projecting a bubble of His on restrained psychic might ahead of and behind the party keeping the never born at bay. Progress slowed as the son's of the second started to file into the halls, where once they sought harmony in their actions and their equipment now it fused to them in painful and contradictory ways. Systems meant to extend life rigged onto the armor now pumped poison that would destroy molecular bonds. The Emperor raised His sword in anticipation, the golden host and the astartes crashed into each other. Custodians still more then able to defeat the lesser astartes, but numbers dictated that this would slip away as casualties mounted "Father, my sons and I are nearing the bridge. Do you read?" No... "MAKE FOR THE BRIDGE" at His bellow the host redoubled there slaughter as they broke into a sprint. Numerous attempts to stop Sanguinius from going alone were made and all had failed. No doubt Lieren was interfering with the noosphere to torment The Emperor more. The halls now began growing golden eyes that played images of the boarding force fighting desperately across the dead ships decks. The mouths and the voice returned "Look at them father, all of this death and destruction has been wrought by your hand." Still The Emperor did not speak, then the images shifted to events that had only one witness now.

>>5510291
>>5511202

Pathetic effort servant of the many formed liar. I would never betray my sons of my darling Kanzeon. Should I ever turn against my creator and most august father it will be because he sought to take everything from me and claim it as his own. I like my borther's Curze and Sanguineous know how I will die. I will die for my beliefs rather than betray a single one of my sons. I will die returning humanity to the golden age it once had or I will die knowing I did everything in my power to accomplish that goal and try again in my next life. The Journey never ends.

>>5511202
Sins of the Father pt3:
-----
They showed the moment of every betrayal that The Emperor had carried out in his long life. Be they of allies of convenience or those who knew The Emperor at when He was closest to His humanity. "My eyes have been opened father, they now see all that has been. All that falls under my gaze, all that True or false, is now revealed to me. But what is most disappointing father, is that where e're mine eyes do turn all they behold is hypocrisy." His son continued to ramble as He pushed forward cutting down all the filth that tried to intercede in His path. Suddenly the voice chuckled "It appears my guest has arrived, I'll be seeing you soon then father." the halls began to shift crushing a custodian in front of The Emperor, He focused his psyonic might into a spear and thrust it ahead of their path burnning away the corrupted flesh metal. The veil had thinned considerably, He was close. The Emperor could only hope He was in time to save Sangiunius.

The doors to the bridge now bore little signs of having ever been styled like the lotus the second son championed. Now it looked like a sickly dying thing. "Bar any entrance." He looked the few remaining of His golden host in their eyes "You all have done me proud, thank you" They bowed to Him in sync, except for Valdor. "My Lord I must insist that you allow atleast myself to accompany you." The Emperor smiled and shook His head "You still have a role to play Constantine, now please my friend. Follow my wish." Valdor's helm was aimed at the floor. The Emperor stepped forward and leveled His blade at the door and plunged it straight in to the door, the metal retreated like a wounded animal. What greeted His sight was pure anarchy, the entire bridge was consumed in brutal combat. Sons of the second and ninth locked in blood fueled frenzies, never born dueling with revenants of fire and wraiths of ice. Then at the center of it all was His ninth and second sons locked in fierce battle. Sanguinius was on the brink of death, fatigued and bloody from months of grueling combat. What was once Lieren stood pompous barely moving to dodge his brother's strikes. It was then He spoke "ENOUGH." all combat ceased, the marines looked on in awe, the burning revenants knelt, the neverborn chittered and backed away in fear of the anathema. Even the son Primarchs broke from their duel. "Take him from here." with the the revenants of the fallen appered between the primarchs and the fighting across the bridge began with renewed vigor.The wraiths lent their aid and began to pull Sanguinius into a rift back to the Palace. "Father no! You must not face him alone!" The Emperor strode forth to meet Lieren in combat "Father please! Do not deny me my destiny!" the words were barely audible above Sangiunius' choked sobbings. The Emperor spoke for the last time to His son "Go now my son, and let this not be the death of hope." with the final words he was pulled through the closing rift.
cont.

>>5511233
Sins of the Father pt4:
-----
Lieren spoke "Come then Father, let us end this" as he twirled his twisted chendao. The Emperor raised His sword in front of His face. The sword bursting in psychic flames as he rushed towards His greatest son, now fallen so low.
-----
fin

One of the best scenes from the new lore is when Horus pursues the Emperor through time and the chaos four manifest as his traveling companions. It does a great job of illustrating how the chaos four appear to a non worshipper. Yes for as corrupted and insane Horus was at the end he still was not a worshipper merely deluded and raised up. I wonder how Lieren's views on chaos as whole will change overtime. I believe he views them currently as the physically and spiritually corrupt nobles he interacted with in his youth. Perhaps in time chaos will change its tactics to better corrupt our philosophy by focusing on more of its positive aspects that so far they have been neglecting in favor or more direct and extreme measures.

>>5511233
What I took from this is somehow chaos found a way in. My theory is pulled a Mortarion or a Sanguinius on us and we gave in to save our legion. In the event this happens I say we have a contingency plan in place.

>>5511249
>>5511249
I left some hints as to what I think would drive Lieren to fall, but what you are saying I think would be very possible in this quest. To quote the blood raven of dark crusade "And do you care so much for yours [soldiers] alien? Are you that weak?"

People are quick to hail Sanginius as the greatest of all the primarchs but they often forget he was only one step away from pulling a Magnus. If it was not for one of his sons literally throwing himself into the fire he would have taken Fulgrim's spot as Slanesh's favorite.>>5511253

>>5511264
>he would have taken Fulgrim's spot as Slanesh's favorite.

lolno. Sanginius was always Khorne's first pick, even over Angron.

I still prefer the idea that we keep doing what we have been doing and amassing more and more lore on the warp until we know even more about it than the inquisition or Word Bearers. I'm a fan of The Great Beast theory of chaos where everyone chaos god is one aspect of a greater beast aka the primordial annihilator/god of chaos undivided. I think it would be pretty cool that at some point our knowledge of lore reaching critical mass and we just understand how the universe works and in so doing we lose the last threads that tie us to our mortal shell. >>5511253

Tell that to Kyriss The Perverse. >>5511272

>>5511274
Lieren will one day look into the "Eternity Well" which Kiros had got thrown into that will determine many a thing.

>>5511264
They dont forget~ they dont know...no one does.

---------------------

>Tristimor Protocol
Malcador and the Emperor look over the latest delivery from Lieren hidden among a general shipment of resources, it seemed Lieren had taken to his role as the Imperial Quartermaster with his characteristic zeal for improvement and optimisation. Long ago the pair had decided to make use not only of Lierens naturally inbred talents but also those of his adopted upbringing; after all whom would suspect the Quartermaster as being the one whom controlled, deployed and managed an Imperium spanning spy network?

“This one was marked for the Imperial Households eyes alone” Spoke Valdor handing the Emperor a keycard and a wrapped piece of parchment.

The Master of Mandkind slowly knelt and with a quick scan the large container opened with a hiss as preservative coolant leaking as it unsealed. The Emperor read the note quietly eyes widening only a fragment but enough for his companions to notice, he pushed the box shut once more relocking it.

“What is it?” Malcador asked with concern slipping into his voice.

The Emperor turned to the First of the ten thousand “Valdor see the logs are redacted or adjusted as suitable to the guidelines provided by this letter then destroy it, let no one see this parchment under any situation not evne if they resemble myself or the Sigillite. We are never to speak of this container again once it is delivered to the Vaults”

The confused Sigillite rose and followed his oldest friend away as Valdor left to carry out his own task, “What was it? What has Lieren sent to warrant this?”

Only once the two were within their sealed study did the Master of Mankind reveal the truth.

“Within that container was an collection of twenty sealed folders of parchment and wards, what Lieren called the Tristimor Protocol...old friend Lieren ever thinking forward proves himself once more...”

“and that is?” the Sigillite was feeling a touch impatient but when the Emperor knelt to whisper in his ear he understood.

“How to not simply kill but utterly undo each of his brothers, scenario to rapidly if not instantaneously eliminate each Legion....and if needs be himself and his own.”

Malcadors old eyes closed in deep thought, ever the dependable son indeed.

If I didn't know any better I'd say that most of the anons here wanted us to join Chaos and fulfill canon that GW (forever shall we shat in their bowls, the filthy hypocrite idiots) has made for the second.

>>5511599
They're writing those scenarios because those are the what-ifs we're never gonna get to.

File: Spoiler Image (53 KB, 890x466)

53 KB JPG

>>5511310
Not to shit on your writing, but I find that basic premise familiar...hmmmm...

>>5511607
that is entirely where i got the idea from.

>>5511599
They're definitely out of character and probably not feasible with the way Malal and the threads have evolved.

My take would be that Malal finds his way in through the other desperate Chaos gods overplaying their hand. Say like a Nurglite plague that devastates systems, Lieren and team scorch and burn everything affected even at the cost of the surviving humans to reduce further contamination.
Cue RAGE and SORROW that morph into wrath and malice at the Imperium bureacracy incompetence that allowed the situation and at Chaos that caused it. Lieren goes on the warpath and finds anti-warp tech like the Cadia pylons, locking down systems from warp intrusion but uses his own gateways to get around. As the systems are now isolated, he makes his own empire like Guiliman as self-sufficient & efficient as he can.
Basically turns the people into soulless husks because of the warp disconnection, like a biological necron in a highly efficient technologically advanced society creating the dystopic empire where hopes and dreams are dead.
Doing so achieves the Emperor's dreams of disconnecting humanity from the warp, but he says what is done, smirks and remarks that finally humanity is safe here.

Sol system will come soon Father

>Epochs End

Imperial_Standard: M31_XXX_XX/XX//06:03
AudioLog_ID:PRVIIDORN
“Father the Golden Paths have received a master command overide? All units have activated security measures!? I can't raise SATCOM with local security forces! There seems to be a remote override in effect-”
[Distant gunfire can be heard audio matches Bolter AP round]
“-The Vaults have been breached!? Custodian IDs indicate they are not dead but...Father the Blackguard have been identified? Adrift in the Warp! Reports of Second legion Astarte filling the dungeons?! Father it must be Lieren he's activated an gene locked teleport system he-”
-
Imperial_Standard: M31_XXX_XX/XX//06:05
AudioLog_ID:PRXXOMAL
“Urgent communication to the Emperor of mankind and the Sigillite, ANYONE! Its' Lieren, I have figured out what is happening! He used the Golden Paths and the supply lines to gradually assemble a numbe rof stange pylons my information indicates similar sigils and materials to those found upon the Monolith found in the Ymga system?”
[AUDIO DISTORTION BURST]
“He's not killing us father he is teleportation all preselected targets to a preset destination...he's taking us all to the Eye! I have detected Dorn, the Lion, Russ and Corax are already at the destination! Im scrambling a field to upset the scans but he'll get through sooner or later. Father I have used his own connection and stole a databank; this plan of his is filled under [Ea Initiative] I hopew you have something to handle this i'm sending it to you now!”
[AUDIO DISTORTION signal lost]
-
Imperial_Standard: M31_XXX_XX/XX//06:11
AudioLog_ID:PRIVPERT
“This is a prereccorded message set to send automatically to the Imperial Palace and across all channels operating upon my abduction: Lieren the Second son has enacted his dread protocol, a thing I had hoped would exist only in theory but ever the meticulous and productive one it seems he has achieved this...some would say mad goal. While I am not privy to the full details I can reveal what he theorised alas only Magnus would know the deeper details.
My Brother is seeking to created a Null field to separate the Material Realm from the Empyrean itself via the technology he has plundered through the crusade. He is spreading it through the Imperial resource lines and Golden Paths, a spiderweb of sorts creating a net. For what purpose I do not know for we already use little of the warp for travel and such an action would only blunt his own mystisism and that of other Psykers?

1/?

>>5511806
Imperial_Standard: M31_XXX_XX/XX//06:21
Russ struggled to wrestle with the Crimson King bellowing in both rage and confusion at how 16 brothers now found themselves upon an alien world, how their legions, the whole Imperium was calling out in distress.

“WHAT HAS HE DONE MAGNUS! WHY! TELL ME DAMN YOU!”

The two were pulled apart by their kin but Magnus knew they needed to hear his wisdom, but he knew most would not understand what he spoke of...

“Lieren has over his life faced many evils, I believe...he has come up with a method to counter the greatest threat mankind ever knew. As for why he is acting in this manner... I don't think he believes we'd approve of the method and so he has opted to not give us a choice. He is-”
Space shimmered once more and from a controlled Portal emerged the Emperor of Mankind himself alongside a host of the Ten Thousand, Magnus fell Silent as those gathered fell to a knee hoping their father had answers.

“Father what heresy has taken a hold of him?” Curze asked worried he knew the answer.

The Master of Mankind frowned and shocked his Primarchs with a tied sigh

“he is...doing what he was made to do...in a fashion, my Sons it is time you heard the truth of things.”
-
Imperial_Standard: M31_XXX_XX/XX//07:45
Malcador had remained on terra, sat upon the Golden Throne even as it seared his flesh and bones, this betrayal had been so sudden, so brutal...but so efficient...so cold. He felt a tear roll down his leathered face, worst of all it could work.

Lieren was cleaving reality and unreality asunder not with an axe but a surgeons scalpel, he was preserving the souls of the galaxy while dividing them from the bodies. But these souls could not be cast adrift oh no, they would be caught swirling from the net towards a chosen focal point, the Eye of Terror where they would be used as fuel for a great work. The Chaos gods would be cut off from their food supply and in one fell motion all those chosen at the focal point would be empowered beyond imagining before they to were divided from their bodies.

The souls of mankind would be merged into the Primarch faux souls and do battle with the Gods of Chaos...they would win and then...they would sink into the warp. The Warp for the fist time in aeons would know silence, slowly calming. Lieren would destroy Chaos but what of mankind he wondered as he himself burnt out.

2/?

>>5511809
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GkBZE36jN8U

Imperial_Standard: M31_XXX_XX/XX//07:53
The Secondborn sat upon his throne of blackstone sobbing, tears of moonlight falling from his face as from his seat he listened to all the pain he'd caused a twisted sense of nobility forcing him to listen. He knew that this was the end of an Epoch.

“I misjudged you Godling” came a regal voice as Szarekh emerged from the shadows “I was not sure you bore the will for such a auspicious design. But here you weep upon the eve of total victory?”

Lieren wiped his tears and rose, walking to a balcony and looking over Shangrala and its' mist strewn wonder. “I know what must be done Old King but I still weep for the old world even as it makes way for the new. All is in place.”.

“I will sit with you then architect of a new age even as the rubble of the old buries you, know this. A future brighter than any imaginable will follow in your wake...I wish you would be able to see it.”

Lieren wanted to reply but shuddered as he felt his soul pulled from his body forever becoming two beings, the soul wished the body luck leading the new Men of Jade born from this, the Body felt its tears dry.
-

Imperial_Standard: M31_XXX_XX/XX//08:00
The Jade King's eyes opened once more, the Golden fire gone, the gentle moonlight but a memory. He looked to his companions, Necron, Aeldari, Kindred of Voltan. All had heeded his call and aided in the great design. A new Galaxy had been born, a new time of only logic, reason and truth. No more gods nor divinities, no more falsehoods nor needed ignorance.

Before him Shangrala looked ever as it did but something was different? The twinkling dew, the morning mist and rolling fields seemed just a little duller, he wanted to shed a tear? he found he could not.

>>5511806
>>5511809
>>5511813
Szarekh: "Now nothing will disturb my garden of humanity."

>>5511806
>>5511809
>>5511813
Lieren having banter with Necrons sounds fun as hell, all about court politics and etiquette. Getting along with a certain collector, debating the Diviner, playing chess with the Silent King. Depending on their goal they actually might quite like us.
Also for some reason gave me Oymandius from watchmen vibes

File: 1626215608340.png (1.06 MB, 1280x720)

1.06 MB PNG

Gonna try to get an update out later today or tomorrow. Sorry, got distracted by my latest hobby. Gunpla. It is really fun!

>>5512168
>Gunpla. It is really fun!
I also just got into gunpla, too. What suits have you got?

Calling the vote now. Sorry for the long wait. Loved all the stories you guys wrote during it, btw.

Accompany your brother to see what sort of weapon he has anahita make for him:1

Begin teaching anyone in Angron's army whose asks your martial arts.:1

Leave Anahita and check in on Jinhai and the others from Shangrala, and see what the tacticians of the combined army are planning:11

contact Malcador or The Emperor and report what is happening here:7

Go scouting with Feng, to make sure no high rider army is nearby.:1

Total votes:13

So Lieren will leave Angron and Anahita to design his new weapons, and check in on Jinhai and the other shrangralans and listen to what the tacticians of the two armies are planning

But before he does that, he will contact his father or his companion, malcador and give a report of the current situation of Angron and Nuceria

Writing now

>>5512184
So far, I've finished a zaku 2 high grade revive, Sigrun high grade, Barbatos lupus rex High grade, Guison rebake full city high grade and Shin Matsunaga's custom zaku 2 high grade

I have, but have not started, a real grade char zaku, a real grade zeong, a master grade turn a, and a master grade barbatos

File: rg2[1].jpg (166 KB, 1280x720)

166 KB JPG

>>5512767
Didnt manage to snag an aerial?

Look to the RG range. The posability is unreal.

Left is RG, right is HG.

Cupping your fist as you bow, you tell your brother and Sister in law "Well, with the exhibition duel conclude, I must take my leave. My friends have traveled far from their home, upon queer and unknown roads, and I would see to these dear companions of mine, repaying their loyalty with care. I am sure they all possess sturdy enough wills to be unaffected by their journey from there to here, but still, it would be prudent to make sure they are well in both spirit and body and alleviate any of their concerns or misunderstandings that may have sprung up in the fertile soils of their open minds. And even if there are no such concerns or misconceptions taking root in my countrymen's minds or hearts, I would be remis if I would miss the opportunity to introduce them to their new comrades and teach them of their culture and ways. I am certain many of the devout journeymen amongst them are already studying and cataloging the culture of your freed men, brother"

"Yeah yeah" Angron says, rubbing the top of his head and wincing "You do that, always a good idea to make sure your soldiers are hale and hearty. I'll have to ask them of their battles with you, myself, when I have time free for such casual curiosity. It was...fun, fighting you, Lieren. I won't lose our next bout"

"I'll hold you to that promise" You say with a coy smirk as you turn on your heel and begin to shuffle out of the arena, still feeling a ringing sensation between your ears and a soreness all over. Your brother once chained was a truly fierce opponent, only surpassed by the most monstrous of foes you have encountered on your wanderings beneath mist and fog.

"Well! When you see you lil bro again, he'll be bedecked in the finest armaments and protection I can manufacture. I'll make Kazzy's gifts to you look like cardboard and paper costumes!" Anahita boasted with a boisterous, belly shaking laugh, her hands curled into fists and planted on her hips. Your smirk grew into a grin, and your heart fluttered, filled with the joy of familial bonding and kinship. Though, you had stated your intentions to check in on your fellow Shangralans, and had intended to, after you were certain they were well and not in anyway shaken from their journey or arrival to another world, join the tactical talks between Angron's men and the generals of Long-jia, perhaps acting as a translator between the two parties, a sudden though stopped you were you stood, foot still raised midstep.

"Father should hear of what I am doing, and the condition of another of his way ward sons" You muse, pursing your lips as you look at the moving reliefs Anahita has carved onto the walls of her corridors, depicting a cartoonish version of your battle against Angron, forsaking her usual blocky, geometric designs. Why, there wasn't even a single cog tooth in the moving scenes carved into the star metal hull.
Cont

>>5512833

"Hey!" Her voice rumbles through the ship "Just because that is my aesthetic, doesn't mean you need to point it out, scholar boy!"

Chuckling, you shake your head, stuffing your hands into the sleeves of your robes and leave her body, stepping out a door that forms in the end of the hallway, that leads atop her outer hull. Then, taking a step off the edge, you plummet back to the earth, smiling adoringly as you spot Kanzeon's true self gracing the morning sky of Nuceria, like a bejeweled temple in the heavens.

Cloudwalking through the low hanging clouds, you find, on the walls of the canyon in which Angron's army and the Shangralan volunteers have made camp within spitting distance of the site of the High-Riders first true defeat at your brothers hands, a ledge that would be perfect for meditation. Just large enough for you to sit upon, with a long dead bush clinging to its edges, its roots reaching into the air in a desperate, failed search for moisture of any kind.

Sitting down, crossing your legs and adopting a proper lotus position of meditation, you quite your mind and empty it entirely, turning it to a field of white nothingness. Then, slowly, almost ceremonially placing your hand exactly between your twin hearts, you allow your now unweighted and unbound mind to lift from your mortal vessel as you send your spirit into the realm of spirits and open your eyes onto the canyon's mirror image in the Empyrean.

Bewinged warp predators, of the same sort you chased from the canyon the Aeldari raiders had made their last stand within, stood, watching like Hook Ravens and Night Cranes, looking down at the mortal souls beneath their perches. They scattered, leaving behind pearl white feathers as you stepped off the ledge and onto a road of polished gold and brass. The scent of blood hanged heavily in the air. In the distances, you could see a minor scrap between the forces of Kong Nue and the cowardly Hei'an Fu, titanic war machines embattled against legions of red skinned wretches, with hooked chains for hair and scorpion tails. Snorting, you turned away, as a chill winter breeze washed down the valley, telling you a third army joined the fray in the north. Walking upon the sanctified trail, you travel vast distances of space in an instant by focusing on your father's radiant soul upon Terra.

In but seven steps, you stand before the gates to his astral sanctuary, far removed from your own body upon Nuceria. Clapping your hands thrice and bowing twice, you approach a gong that materializes from the ground of intertwined machinery and mortuary stones. Pulling your fist back, your ring it four times, punching it in its absolute center. Waves of force issue forth from it, altering the spiritual landscape around you and eradicate the lesser Empirical vermin that lurked in the shadowy nooks formed in the hill of wires and graves.

Cont

>>5512834

"Lieren?" You fathers voice echoes from beyond his mental citadel "What a surprise, a welcome one to be sure. You have approached me at a most opportune time, in one of the rare moments of relaxation allowed to me. So, whilst my armies celebrate their latest victory, I would be most delighted to chat with you, my beloved son. I hope you, similarly, have been met with success in your ventures, no matter how small?"

"Hmm, I have thought Malcador would be the one to answer. How rare for a man as great as you to find time enough to relax in his own company" You say respectfully, falling to one knee "As you are no doubt by now surely aware, with the assistance of my sons and their attached forces, after the butcher king's reign came to a justified and sudden end and with their continued aid, I have preemptively ended similar threats before they could arise. So yes, I have seen great success in even the greatest of my ventures"

"I had no doubt you'd overcome that upstart. Even on your lonesome" Your father says simply, as he appears at your side, his astral avatar bedecked in traditional Shangralan attire, though you can see through it and see he is truly wearing a luxuriously soft robe, glittering with mock flakes of gold and tied loosely at his waist. It seems he has just come out of a bath of somesort

"Though, the technological capabilities of that dastard and his forces, as well as their chaotic allegiance still must be investigated, as shall the other factions who bore such an allegiances. I shall not speak further of the matter of your scouring of that cancer from your world, for I can see the guilt of the price of your victory still weighs upon you, long after it was paid.. Do not feel responsible for those deaths, my son, they were necessary sacrifices to prevent a far worse fate befalling all whom call your world home" He said softly, concern apparent in his voice and demeanor as he put a hand upon his shoulder "You prevented an atrocity beyond imagining, even if to your sage like eyes, it seemed an unforgiveable waste of men. The valorous and loyal dead were martyred, not wasted."

You nod, thinking back to that final battle against the butcher king, the thrall of the wretched Kong Nue.

"I have ensured their memory and names shall be remembered, for a time at least, for all things do fade, even memories" You said with a heavy sigh "I would tell you of the astartes whom had given themselves to end the threat of the butcher king, father"

The emperor of mankind paused and took in a deep, sorrowful breath.

"Is Dae-Hyun amongst their number?' he asked, voice nigh trembling "You did not mention him, when you last spoke to your uncle, Malcador"

"He still leads my space marines. I am honored to have fought beside him in the final battle" You state proudly, lifting your head "As I am to have fought amongst all of my gene-sons"
Cont

>>5512835
of my gene-sons"
Cont
"Good. his expertise and experience shall surely benefit your legion and the armies fielded by the natives of your adoptive world" Your father said, turning away and wiping a crystal like tear from his eyes "But let us not speak of such grim tidings now, my son. You've come here for a reason, and I know you are not one to seek my council for mere trifles. What troubles you, Lieren"

"I've come to report to you, but not of the losses sustained to my legion or people, or my further exploits on ensuring the cancer of chaos worship is purged from my homeworld" You say, walking beside your father as you meander through an illusionary field of cherry blossoms

"Then of what?" He asked pointedly, as he lifted up his hand to catch a singular petal.

"Of my success in freeing my brother Angron and assisting him in his struggle against the tyrants whom had enslaved him, the vicious, vile high riders of Nuceria" You say, proud despite yourself

Your father pauses, the air around him becomes cold and heavy. He glances back at you, eyes narrowed

"How?" He asked sharply "exactly have you traveled so far and so suddenly? The invention of you, Magnus and Perturabo, requires an exuberant amount of energy to power even briefly and requires two access points to function properly. If your brother was enslaved, how could he have had the resources or faculties to build such a gateway. So, you must not have traveled through your ingenious creation, but through another method. As far as I am aware, your planet has not yet achieved spaceflight, let alone possess the technology required to span to such an incredibly vast distance. And Magnus, Malcador and I had been keeping a close eye on both of the brothers you had discovered, offering them guidance and council when possible. But, I suppose a man of action such as yourself, couldn't stand idle as his kin suffered. I am just wondering, How, you arrived to assist him in such a timely manner?"

How do you answer your father's question, Lieren

>Tell him the truth, that you sought the assistance of the aeldari xenos race, known Colloquially as the eldar and they showed you a path through their webway to him.

>Say you do have a means of interstellar travel, but do not mention the Aeldari or Kanzeon.

>Make up a lie of happenstance, that you had found a way into the webway on your own and stumbled upon another exit near Nuceria after a short time wandering through it

>"That. Is a secret I must keep. Forgive me for my secrecy, father. But I believe the truth would be more damaging than a mystery, in this case. Just know, that he and I will succeed, together. despite the wishes of our most abhorrent enemies"

>Write in

>>5512771
Unfortunately. But a friend of mine got one of the kits

>>5512837
>Tell him the truth, that you sought the assistance of the aeldari xenos race, known Colloquially as the eldar and they showed you a path through their webway to him.

I would venture we should probably tell him about kanzeon as well. Better sooner than he finds out later

>>5512837
>Tell him the truth, that you sought the assistance of the aeldari xenos race, known Colloquially as the eldar and they showed you a path through their webway to him.
>"Do not worry father, I know how treacherous their kind can be. But I also have learned they are capable of being humbled, or even abandoning their ill fated ways."