I got bored /tg/, let's roll a warband.
Somebody roll a d100 for our chaos Allegiance
Rolled 61 (1d100)
I CAN FEEL THE WARP OVERTAKING ME
Alright, moderate:The warband regularly has individuals within the warband capable of garnering the gods attention
Good, alright Nother d100 for common blessings
Just about, renowned for defeating the Imperiums forces several times... lazy dick... just as nurgle wanted
Ok that's all the tables... fluff time boys, unless I pull for chaos marine tables
Major mutation in the Gene seed, agents sent to take us out, probably succeeded up to the 1st company who stomped them promptly, and then broke our bonds
Progenitor d100, as a Chapter it'll be from loyalists
Nope, we got 'Accept any and All', thieves whores traitors and scum are all welcome in our band. Mutants beast men and all comers!
D10 for the warband demeanour
Exploit and conquer, warband views all others as mere pawns (irony, anyone can join, but your all our slaves), we are selfish and untrustworthy
D10 for our common fanatical mental flaws boyos
Hilarious, before we go on, let me recap our current warband
Devoted to Nurgle who blesses more than a few with his own boils, zits and other tumours. We are fleet based pirates who have about a companies worth of marines and a fair amount of cultists, pirates and other scum. We recruit from fellow imperial renegades. We use plauge drop pods and dreadclaws, our champion/leader is a damn lazy chosen as Nurgle would want. We started as a renegade chapter, driven away by our own allies who destroyed all but the 1st company who stomped them and went rouge all because of a gene seed mutation. We love papa Nurgle ,offer ALL who wish to join places, but we consider them slaves and tools. And we are INSANE
d100 fot special equipment
Unique Daemon engines... defilers of Nurgle and other fun Nurgle engines! Our drop pods are now Daemon engines that can walk
Skipping status, d100 for allies
Devoted to Nurgle who blesses more than a few with his own boils, zits and other tumours. We are fleet based pirates who have about a companies worth of marines and a fair amount of cultists, pirates and other scum. We recruit from fellow imperial renegades. We use plauge drop pods and dreadclaws, our champion/leader is a damn lazy chosen as Nurgle would want. We started as a renegade chapter, driven away by our own allies who destroyed all but the 1st company who stomped them and went rouge all because of a gene seed mutation. We love papa Nurgle ,offer ALL who wish to join places, but we consider them slaves and tools. And we are INSANE.
We have very special drop pods, in that they are Daemon engines who can walk after landing and assist their master (cause FUCK cannon this sounds cool). Thanks to our insanity, as well as the fact our leader believes failbaddon is the ultimate follower of Nurgle, seeing as he has done NOTHING in 10,000 years of note, and has kept it all mice and stagnant. The one proactive thing our crazy asses have done is vow vengeance on the inquisitor (nameless) who led the attack on their Chapter and is still alive.
Now, let's expand. Name ideas? Or any expansion on fluff?
Spores of Madness?
I'd imagine that they make heavy use of cybernetics, what with them being filthy, rotten buggers and all.
Still, gotta wonder why Abby is palling around with us.
Yea we gotta figure out why Abby the armless enjoys are crazy diseased asses... may be our fancy walking daemon filled drop pods.
I like Spores of madness, but feel free to keep brainstorming folks.
I do like the idea of hamming up the pirate aspect, yarrs and all that.
I'd think that we're Abby's favorite source of slave labor or privateering, with a Letter of Marque of Nurgle.
And they become permanently enthroned in their seats, joining with its Daemon intelligence!
We can play up the pirateness as well, let's talk about our chosen champion who definitely calls himself captain somethin
>Thanks to our insanity, as well as the fact our leader believes failbaddon is the ultimate follower of Nurgle, seeing as he has done NOTHING in 10,000 years of note
I like these guys.
>I like the idea of Nurgle pirate using a meat hook as a replacement hand that rotted off.
Hey there folks it's time to get you oriented to your new warband. Now I don't really care about most of the details I'm here to tell you about Somthing great that I guarantee that no other warband has. We have excellent soldier motivation, here to tell you about it today is our spokesperson Jimmy. Say hi Jimmy, haha what a guy. Anyways we here at spores of madness, heresy division, we have found the ultimate way to get our soldier fighting, haven't we Jimmy? Ignore the panic in his eyes he says yes. Anyways we here have turned our drop pods into a large storage facility for some daemons, compliments of our great lord Nurgle. Now when the drop pod lands they want to join in our fight as some creepy, I mean, coll ass spider thing. It's a real laugh, goes around eating people, sometimes it's only your enemies even! Anyways our new patient pending way to motivate our troops is to simply have our drop pods eat them. That's right folks, if you stay in our drop pods too long then you get to be devoured and integrated into the eternal agony of our drop pods! Now for the real reason Jimmy is here. Jimmy come over here. Good, now see how Jimmy has lost his leg? Well Jimmy was being a little shit and couldn't decide to get out and fight with his friends. He was one leg in one leg out kind of guy. But fret not my young slaves and soldiers, for the drop pod ensured that the indecision stored in his leg will forever remain in that drop pod. Come now Jimmy, don't cry it's only your leg... and the rest of that side of your body... anyways, don't be like Jimmy kids, get out and fight for your Lord and master!
Indeed, captain Boil-beard it is! Blessed bt Nurgle with a Rotted off hand, which he replaced by jamming a nice big meathook in his hand which was later filled with a daemon... his hand is a Daemon weapon
What's his flagship named boyoys
Boils in his face dribble and spray pestilence at whoever he's facing in combat. Unless some form of environmental protection is worn, it applies penalties for stench and a chance to fall gravely ill afterwards.
Also, the boils and such on his beard are a great idea.
Now, for our little fleet, and hell, lets give ourselves a timeline using the loyalist chapter creation tables, gimme a d100 again me mateys
"Plauge and Plunder yo ho!", perfect, a boil beard original! I think, aside from the Piece of eight, which is obviously a battle barge, they gotta have a fleet!
How many ships? 17? 20? 32? SHALL we roll again? Lets give it a... 2d20's
So, 31 ships including the Piece of eight
And we survived a purge, and fucked with some inquisitors Abby was NOT a fan of
Who's our First mate? I'm thinking sorcerer, or dreadnought
I suck at naming stuff...
Always quick with a joke, enjoys potty humour, he burst into bawdy song at the slightest provocation. During the purge he took a full assault squad down by himself, but ultimately succumbed to massive flamer burns. Papa Nurgle loves him, and decided to keep him around a bit longer, so he was entombed into an ancient mutated Dread. He now has speakers to blast his filthy funny songs with.
Oooooo, a tough choice to be certain... but I think >>45240461
Takes it for the reason, but
Gets the name!
Ol' Ironsides, a friendly man, inspite of his sarcophagus induced insanity, who plays music and showed how much of a badass he was in the purge!
What is his sarcophagus armed with?
Figure since we're all about boarding other vessels, then assault weapons.
Power fist because FIST TO DA FACE!
Heavy flamer, so he can show them what being burned alive feels like.
Actually good point, Rocket pod may be with his name, but not conducive to Boarding actions... maybe an autocannon or Heavy bolters with that flamer and power fist? OR Rather, the dreadnought fist, a stormbolter on it, and that big fuck off heug flamer Dreadnought's can have
Alright, with Ol'Ironsides and Boil-beard done, Warband leadership is indeed done. Along with fleet size.
What else we need folks? This warband is shaping up to be REAL interesting.
OH, color scheme idea?
That sounds cool to me! I like to break away from the green used ALL the time for nurglites, so white to scab red
Good point, lets get some heretech lore in here, where'd they get there little techies from?
Lets combine these two!
The Spores of Madness jacked an Imperial Admech ship, taking the Magos and all other Techpriests as well as a factory ship. After retreating to the eye, most of the unwilling preists were fused to the forge ship, in order to supply them with more arms and ammo.
The magos and his personal little retinue were linked to a seperate hive mind, and now maintain the gear of the Warband including first mate Ironsides
Yeah, I hate the saminess as well, even if Nurgle's "official" color is green, I believe the mutations and ornaments, tactics and demeanor reflect more of which god a warband worships than a colour scheme.
OK, color scheme, Heretek's, champion, fleet its all very nice and rounded so far boyos! A nice combination of 40K Grimdark with some nice insane comedy on the side.
what else do we need? Do we need anything else? Does anyone have more to contribute?
Adding a little fluff here, feel free to discard it/change it however you guys like:
+++DISTRESS CALL FROM ADEPTUS MECHANICUS FACTORY VESSEL [#731/B9]+++
This is techpriest Reduktus Bata calling out to any Imperial or Mechanicus ships in this sector, by the machine god even Xenos would do! We are under attack, I repeat we are under attack. We have a 90% hance of the attackers being heretics and tratiors
They ambushed us when our ship entered the Gorvium system to collect ores from the asteroid belt. Clever bastards, they hid in the outer layer of a gas giant.
Before we knew it, our frigates where blown to smithereens and our ship was boarded. As far as I know I am the only surviving magos in this section. Please send assistance!
By the omnissiah they are melting the bulkhead, please send hel-
+++END OF DISTRESS CALL+++
Oh, and don't forget Daemon engine drop pods that walk and eat both the warbands enemies and anyone dumb enough to stay in one too long.
Hmmmm... didn't think about that! Well, lets get that started! The Maelstrom is kinda Red Corsairs territory and around there's, ideas me fellow super space pirates?
THIS is awesome, anyone who wants to toss fluff/writefaggotry like this up feel free to do so! It fleshes everything out(Just as Papa nurgle enjoys... nice diseased flesh)
YES! There is even a space marine chapter that stands vigil over them, the death spectres.
Sounds like a perfect place ripe fer Plauging and pillaging laddies!
Adding more fluff:
The spawn Bloaterbud
Hate, joy, sadness, love and.....nothing. That is what the chaos spawn Bloaterbud felt when it was roaming the empty corridors in one of many forgotten decks onboard the Traitor Battleship Crimson Shell.
Every once in a while a slave have tried to escape it's masters and fallen victim to Bloaterbuds many mouths and claws. Bloaterbud felt...something when it feasted upon the scrawny slaves...but it didn't care.
After many years Bloaterbud could hear voices and footsteps. They didn't sound like slaves, so Bloaterbud hid. As he watched with his many eyes and eyestalks a trio of armour clad giants that ceared out rubble and forced many doors open. When seeing this Bloatbud had an....idea...something it hasn't had in a long time; "Maybe some of them will die, then I could feast!"
With the idea in Bloatbud soon found himself in pursuit of the giants. And after many twists and turns it finnaly found them. But they where all looking at Bloatbud, and not the other way around.
Bloatbud was prepared to run, but stopped when one of the giants yelled out: "OUR GREAT FATHER HAS GIVEN US A GIFT. A SPAWN TO SEND OUT INTO BATTLE!"
And thus, began a new chapter in the (un)fortunate life of Bloatbud.
More fluff incomming boss!
The Vile riders:
On the desert world Drabataan-III a small party of chaos space marines from the "Spores of Madness" warband have made planetfall. But they are not here to loot and plunder, they are here to fullfill a part of thier masters plan in order to please Nurgle. Their target is the water purification plant that give clean water to the biggest settlement on the planet. From thier master they have been given a small container containing a new warp plauge that will soon spread across this planet, and if it is a success, then the entire sector would succumb to the Nurgle.
In order to move in and out quickly the mission need speed. It is then the Vile Riders are dispatched. Lead by "Tektus the Dense" they are known for doing thier job properly and leaving no witness if there are any. They have gained quite the reptutation among the ranks in the "Spores of Madness", even going so far so that they have been praised by Ol'Ironside himself.
What do you guys think? Any good?
Perhaps their Inquisition nemesis is a pseudo pirate hunter?
I have tracked the vile traitors, now known as the "Spores of Madness" half way across the galactic rim, and they still manage to evade my forces. I have determined that they are hiding in a small but stable warpstorm, known to local traders as the "Charybdis", known to grow and shrink in an almost regular cycle.
Emperor willing, My fleet will catch them unawares at the next slacking of the warptides and I shall finally be rid of them, but I fear that the hives so scum I have had to work through to find their current hide-hole are seeded with their agents.
Inquisitor Spotswood, signing off.
OH, SO YE WANT T'KNOW ABOOT THE FOCKING SPORES O' MADNESS? I'LL TELL YE ABOOT THE SPORES O' MADNESS. IT ALL BEGIN WITH A YOUNG LAD AND A PILE OF NOODLES. 'IS NAME WAS SALLY. NO, NOT THE BOY, THE NOODLES.
FOCKIN' HELL, DO YE REMEMBER WHEN WE USED TO FILL THAT OLD CRAZY DREADNAUGHT BASTARD WITH ALE AND DRINK FROM 'IM? WHAT 'APPENED TO THAT OLD FUCK? IT WAS ME? THAT'D EXPLAIN WHY I DON'T WORK EVERY SECOND TUESDAY.
THE FOCK DE YE MEAN WE CAN'T 'AVE A JOLLY TUNE?! WE'RE FOCKIN' PIRATES WE ARE! JEST BECAUSE SLAANESH AND 'IS SISSYBOYS PLAY THEIR 'LECTRIC DEATH BANJOS AT THOSE DAMN TURBOSMURFS DON'T MEAN WE CAN'T MAKE A TUNE THAT'D MAKE PAPA NURGLE JIGGLE WIT' JOY. MAYBE 'E'LL GIVE ME A THIRD NOSE 'OLE. I ALWAYS WANTED ONE O' THOSE.
FIGHT, SPORES O' MADNESS! FER THE GLORY O' SEX, DRUGS, AN' ROCK N' ROLL. EXCEPT MOSTLY DECAY. THAT'S THE MOST IMPORTANT PART O' THE LIST.
I'VE BEEN INFORMED THAT SEX, DRUGS, N' ROCK N' ROLL IS TOO SLAANESHI. I SAY FUCK THAT. TURN TH' FUCKIN' NOISE UP YOU CUNTS. IT AIN'T SLAANESH UNLESS I SAY IT'S SLAANESH.
Ey, lad, ye be new here so's ye're forgiven fer not knowing the lay of the land, as it were, all that well. Best keep quiet when Ol' Ironside is speaking, lest ye end on the wrong side of a rocket, aye.
Our second mate he is, aye, and damn fearsome in a battle, Papa Nurgle bless'im. He's just a little daft in the head,(best not tell him I said that though).
He lounged across his command throne, stretched across the luxurious rotting leather a thick mug in one hand filled with some thick unidentifiable black substance. His other arm ended in a huge grizzly hook, the back of which could be seen sticking out of his decrepit power armor, as he casually bobbed his head back and forth, pock marked lips in a wide grin, "Drink up, me hardys, yo ho!", he sang in his deep rasping voice, like sandpaper against rotted wood. He tipped the mug to his lips, the viscous liquid sliding between his lips and down his ruined throat, then removing it from his lips and tossing it to the floor, his wet, rasping, laughter filling the bridge alongside the similar cackles of his two men to either side of his throne.
His yellow eyes snapped back open as he looked at the girl giving a new mug to one of his two men, and he snapped at her, "Here las! Bring us some grog aye?", the young girl flinched at his words, the words of the captain, and brought her rot covered tray to him. He snatched another mug of the black stuff from her, looking her up and down, some new recruit or aquisition he didn't remember which. "Oy, girly, take a sip yerself, its papa Nurgle's own sludge... go on las.", he watched intently as she shakily lifted a mug from her tray to her lips, pock marked and of an unhealthy pallor, before one of the deck crew shouted up, "Captain! Ships ahead!", he instantly forgot about the girl, his grin from ear to ear as he hopped from his throne, downing the entire mug and placing it, empty, back onto her tray. The girl never sipped her own grog, and hurriedly left the bridge.
Captain Boil Beard looked to his deck crew, "Well, what is it lads? Worth our time?", now the myriad 'sailors' fused to their terminals and screens worked slowly, but he got what he wanted, the deck commander turning his rotting face to the captain, "One strike cruiser Captain! Death Spectres colors!", the Captain smiled, and let out another rasping and yet wet laugh.
"A lone cruiser makin'the chapter rounds eh? Admirable ain't it lads?", he sneered down at his deck commander, "Tell tha rest o' the lads to sit this one out aye? Lets see what the think o' th'Piece o'Eight.", with that he turned form the deck, marching back to his throne, his heavy limp obvious in his right leg. The conglomeration of metal and flesh oozed puss and some other, stranger fluids as he walked. The stiff limb did little to impede him as he grabbed the filth encusted scabard by the side of his throne, it's metal long since discoloured by age and grime.
The engines of the up to now hidden ship fired to life, barreling headlong out of the belt of dust and rock it had been hidden in. A lone battle barge, striding through the empty void toward its prey. The white and black Strike cruiser drifted more lasily than its opponent, not realizing the newcomers approach until it was nearly within firing range. The ship listed right, coming to face the approaching barge, and opening fire with its forward lances. The heavy laserfire tore at the rapidly approaching Battle barge, strikng off bits and pieces... but seemed to have no effect. Before any further action could be taken, the barge had fired its own payload, a squadron of boarding ships.
The quick vessels smashed into the strike cruisers sides before it could bring its shields to bare, and easily pierced the ships thick metal hide. Captain Boil Beard sat at the front of his craft, beneath his helmet a terrible smile cracked his foul and corrupted face as he shouted to his men, "PLAUGE AND PLUNDER ME HEARTIES!", as the boarding ramp clattered down, and the Spores of Madness poured into the Loyalist ship.
Nah, this was just gonna be a standard raid, just wanted to intro the captain with a spot of violence. Though, other's can feel free to build on this as I write
You know how inquisitors are dicks? Well... inquisitors are dicks. This IS a trap, but the Death Spectres don't know that. They weren't told of the threat of the Spores being as close to the Ghouls stars rim as they are. Don't worry, the Inquisiton is on the way
I also left that possibility open in case others wanted to write the Inquisitors arrival to 'assist'
A small contingent of Loyalists stood proud before the Chosen, a tactical squad of Death Spectres Marines, their Sergeant pointing his chainsword to the incoming invaders shouting, "TRAITORS!", at the top of his vox. Both the loyalists and traitors opened fire almost simultaneously, but Captain Boil Beard ignored the bolter fire, who needs a bolter when you've got a hook and blade? He lunged at he Sergeant, his power cutlass scrping against his counterparts chainsword as he was parried, the Sergeant trying bringing his bolt pistol to bear at Boil Beards chest. The far more experinced marine twisted to the left, bringing his Daemon hook scraping against the Spectre's soft neck armor, and ripping it open along with his throat. Before the Sergeant could even react two bolts smashed into his chest plate and a third slammed into his abdomen, ripping through his power armor and lifting him from his feet.
As his men surged forward Boil Beard lay about his enemies with hook and blade. In the cramped and confined halls of a ship the Spores excelled, and the Spectre's were outmatched by the Chaos Champion. He carved through one with his filth encrusted power cutlass, slicing down from his gorget to his navel. He brought his Daemon hook into another's skull, piercing his helmet and impaling his brain before vicously ripping it out through his faceplate, cackling as he did so. The rest of the squad fell quickly, the bolters of the Chosen tore through them, driving them out of the compartment in which the Spores had landed. By the end, 8 Loyalists lay dead, to two traitors. Boil Beard laughed, and looked to his men, "Tell the lads to check in! I thought it was about time we gotta new ship aye?"
However, unbeknownst to the chaos marines and loyalists within the cruiser, more ships were on the way. One particular Inquisitor had been tracking the Spores for years, and now? Thanks to obstruction of a bit of information to the Death Spectres, he had then right where he wanted them,
I feel this little piece will only get BETTER if others write it with me, feel free to post your own bits onto this folks, after all whats the fun of building a Warband together if you don't write about it together?
Captain Arkus Name-Taker
Psyker captain of the blockade runner Bonnie Whore's Kisses, Arkus Name-Taker is one of the most prolific slavers in the galaxy. Most notable was his enslavement of the entirety of the noble children of Delcitus Maxim and their replacement with nurglings, an action that led to the formation of the Delcitus Crusade Fleet and the blood vendetta of it's commander, Commodore Tabeatha Haddaway Ngatha.
A preening, egotistical man, Captain Name-Taker surrounds himself with a cadre of slaves who endlessly polish, paint, and replace his armor as it succumbs to Nurgle's designs. Preferring his ship to be crewed with psykers, Name-Taker's mancatcher squads have been known to fill their slave cages by compelling the weak of mind to walk into their servitude.
Continuing the story:
The vile riders: II
Tektus the Dense stood ontop of a cliff overlooking the water purification plant, his bikes engine kept on running in the background. It's fumes killing the little flora there is around it. Looking through his helmets visors he could spot a small amount of guards, probably a small detatchment from the planetairy defence force. They wouldn't know what hit them.
Tektus turned around and faced his gang of bikers, 5 of them there where.
All handpicked by Tektus himself for this mission. This mission that thier warlord himself had ordered them to do.
"Ready your bikes!" Said Tektus in a harsh gurgling voice.
"Neanders and Bort, you approach from the hills northwest from here, draw thier fire away from the rest us. Uhas, take this melta charge and place it on the smaller back gate. The rest of you shall cover me while I head towards the water source. Let's ride out! Plauge and Plunder! And all hail Nurgle!
Now that I am awake again, I can continue to monitor this
NOt asking for much, just some blurbs and such, if someone wants something longer they can absolutely do so
Nice, a Sorcerer
I enjoy this continuation
Indeed brother. ALright, nuff waisting time, as good as drinkin grog is ye've got to take a ship every now and then
Lets get this trap sprung on out titular Spores of Madness
Inquisitor Spotswood stood in the bridge of the "Star's Wrath", a battleship he had aquisitoned, like the rest of the ships in his small fleet, from the Imperial Navy for the express purpose of finally ridding himself of the troublesome 'Spores of Madness'. The warband had been causing trouble for the Imperium for almost two millenia, if his sources were correct, particularly in the confines of the mysterious and xeno ridden Ghoul Stars. This was a particularly dangerous situation, especially if they somehow convinced the supposedly supernatural xenos inhabitants to ally themselves with them. Though, Spotswood doubted that would ever happen, as reports made it very clear that the Spores relationship to their myriad of cultists was that of masters to slaves, not allies.
Spotswood was roused from his musings by the ships captain, one Lord Admiral Alreak Von Strauphen, a rather rotund man who for all his size was no less competent a commander, "Lord Inquisitor, it appears your guess was correct. The Death spectres strike cruiser has just been engaged", Spotswood noded, speaking without turning his head to the Admiral, "How long until the Death Spectres respond?", Strauphen thought for a moment before responding, "As we warned them slightly early... I believe their own force will arive long before our target has disengaged.", at this, Spotswood aged face was broken by a slight smirk, "Perfect... We've got them. Order the attack Admiral, we cannot let that Battle Barge or its occupants escape.", "There is one more detail lord inquisitor!", Spotswood sighed, and turned to the admiral, his signature scowl returned to his face, "What?", the Admiral seemed insulted by his tone, but said nothing of it. "It appears the strike cruiser has been boarded.", Spotswood growled in response, "... shit."
Brother Jacobin stood at the edge of the small stage and bowed his head in quiet reflection for a moment as his servants finished handing out bread to the gathering crowd, his speech reciting itself in his head. The damp, dank air of the underhive smelling cloyingly acrid and sweet as it stung his lungs, sending him momentarily into a memory of his childhood and the harsh incense of the temple. He surveyed the crowd, less than a hundred souls, all standing apart and wary of cutpurses; sticking around mostly out of a base politeness or the hope for more food than any actual interest. Prophets, rabblerousers, and agitators were more common than rats in the underhives, and Jacobin knew he was but another rodent scurrying in the dark. He didn't wear his armor when making speeches, at best it made his audience fearful, at worst, in a land where life was meaningless and violence cheap, it made his audience think he was fearful. So he stood there, loosely clothed with his shirt open so that the audience might find him relatable to their own tumors and wounds, and his feet bare. He didn't know why going barefoot seemed to make people more apt to believe what he was saying, but he wasn't going to quibble over results. His servants had finished their barking and it was time for his speech. The crowd murmured as he stepped out and he smiled inwardly as some pointed to his bare feet. And there, on a rotting stage, on a rotten street, in front of a rotting crowd, Brother Jacobin opened his mouth and sang the praises of decay.
They're a bunch of fleet based pirates.
Though you've got me thinking of one their ships being completely daemon possessed, overflowing with flesh, metal, and warpstuff, that the Spores of Madness keep adding wrecked ships, asteroids, and corpses in order to grow a mobile space station.
THIS! I like this idea, trying to artificially build their own Space hulk, so lets grow on this
I imagine a pretty powerful Daemon is needed for ships, so, whats his name? And how close are we to making said hulk?
I'd say it's not actually a powerful daemon, as that would make it hard to control. It's a weak daemon grown fat and stretched across a frame of metal; think of it like an attack dog grown so obese it can't really do much other than walk around. Gotta use the buddy system when on board though, it has a nasty habit of forming mouths on the floors and walls where it has a lot of presence.
As for size, I'd say it was originally an escort vessel but now it's roughly the same volume of a strike cruiser.
Meanwhile, inside the Heretech factory ship
Catching up, perhaps parasitic drop pods that after they disgorge the Marines, chew into the planet's crust and infect agri-worlds, destabilize hive cities, and generally fuck things up below ground. How does that sound for a unique engine?
When the drop pods get aggressive about eating marines they launching them at some remote part of an unsuspecting world for shits and giggles.
>Excuse me, Magos, I was overlooking the schematics you sent me and I'm confused. This is some sort of artillery cannon with an articulated barrel, correct?
>Won't this explode violently when fired.
>If you don't mind me asking, why?
>Because the coxswain of the Ark Defilement got his right leg blown off and wanted a cannon for its replacement.
>But to mount this thing would require removing his other leg, pelvis, and most of his lower abdomen and the recoil from firing the cannon would wrench it free from any anchoring.
>Did you tell him that would happen?
>Sir, with all due respect...
>I had dreams once. Simple, easy dreams of respect, authority, and beautiful women retaining at least 43% of their flesh. And now, now I get to make artillery cannons into legs for drunken oafs. Every day I wake up, point the plasma torch at my brain case, and flip a coin. It will be my lucky day one of these days, but until then, I need a 155mm cannon, a cutting torch, and a door hinge.
They would be very good anti-ship weapons if the Spores figure something is too dangerous or too big to take through regular boarding. Just launch a Chewy Pod into the center of a Necron Tomb World or Eldar Craftworld and detonate it. Corrupts and strips defenses!
/tg/ I just wanted to take a moment to thank all of you for making my days just a bit better. Wether it's creating a new Warband, discussing how to paint, or just moaning about the newest release from GW, this board is always fun. Thanks.
Also, what if some of the ship's guns were manned by hundreds of Nurglings that compete with the human/semi-human gunners to score ship kills?
You're welcome, anon.
Nurglings don't really have the intelligence or mindset to man guns. What if, since they're usually short on manpower, especially Marines, they pack nurglings in special shells designed to remain intact after breeching a ship's armor, filling the opposing ship with nurglings to soften it for a boarding action?
That's a good idea. And because daemons aren't subject to the same physical laws as mortals, they can be fired across in actual macro cannon shells instead of boarding pods. What an image, a veritable tide of Nurslings, pouring through decks like a tide...I imagine Old Ironsides would love it.
These things? They please us
Also, earlier we suggested that the Spores are building their own Space Hulk, by shoving a Daemon into an escort class ship and using sorcerery, and stick Nurgle warp stuff to stick a bunch of ships to the base escort class ship it started as. It will hopefully replace the Piece of Eight as flagship one day. Currently the size of a strike cruiser
WHAT WAS NOT discussed was a name for this great tribute to Grand Papa Nurgel
Not quite sure if it fits, but I had an idea for a Chaos jail in the center of one-way converging warp currents. (everything flows there, nothing flows out)
It was a Nurge based jail that held Imperials, dangerous Chaotic prisoners who could have started power struggles but knew important secrets, etc. The Nurgle Lord Maldrox the Mindless is a daemon prince who built the prison which collects and absorbs all the ships and space hulks that converge there. It originally was a place for my Black Crusade PCs to escape, but I think it might be an interesting rival group to compete with the Spores.
Or maybe we can just rip the Ship name, which was The End of All Things.
Competing wwith a Daemon prince with a warband of about a company of Chaos marines lead by a CHOSEN seems a little unfair to the Spores of Madness, they seem outmatched. But fuck it!
They can be a nice thick, Nurgle Shaped thorne in this Nurgle Daemon's arse, stealing shit from him from time to time(Plauge grog, prisoners, weapons) and runnin off before the git has a chance to stop them. Good or not?
I once read this short story involving a sado/maso apparatus which would bind a person into a crucifix for great enjoyment/suffering of the involved participants.
The name PaterMonster™ stuck with me, though it might be more of a slaaneshi thing
Off another Warband on 1d4chan, though you cann essentially grab it from any of the Chaptera/legions/warbands on 1d4chan
Specifically that one is from the Iron Tyrants page
I'd love to see Ol'Ironsides and the Captain with one hand, ending in a hook that is a Daemon weapon. Really it'd be great if they drew our Warband in genral! ESPECIALLY battle scenes
Okay so let me know if I miss anything. So far we have:
Tektus the Dense
Pieces of Eight
Bonnie Whore's Kisses
The Tumor (technically still a ship)
Death Spectres Space Marine Chapter
Commodore Ngatha and the Delcitus Crusade Fleet
This is all correct. Again, feel free anyone who wants to edit things such as this into the 1d4chan page.
I am current doing fluff but am about to take a nap and save what I've got so far. Make it nice and pretty, we worked hard on these piratey bastards! If we are lucky, we should have some Drawfaggotry to put up soon enough.
I'm going to be busy for most of the night, but I'll try to work out some ship names and types along with some more named individuals. Maybe try and flesh out our adversaries or some of the Xenos we pall around with. How big is our fleet?
So far nothing from the drawfags, but Captain Boil Beard is a somewhat tall order... we will see if anyone responds to it later on! The 1d4chan page is still up for any of you wishing to contribute!
The Belle Dame
When the Spores of Madness sacked the stellar wind swept planet of Robartes and it's great subterranean cities, they discovered a lone tower standing in the inhospitable desert of the surface. Standing more than a kilometer in height, the thin, gleaming spire appeared in no records. Unguarded, the Spores of Madness found only a solitary woman chained in the room at the top of the spire. Appearing heavily pregnant, the Spores of Madness took the seven chains binding her as a good omen and brought her back to their ship unmolested.
Ostensibly an anemic, listless human woman of indeterminate age with a full term pregnancy, the Belle Dame's humanity is undermined by not only her great height, standing taller than all but a handful of Space Marines, but also her absolute refusal to eat. Most curious is the fact that her abdomen, swollen with child, is nearly transparent, with ribs and organs visible. Her womb appears as a swirling mass of contrasting liquids, with many of the Spores believing that the future can be divined from interpreting the patterns formed by the currents and eddies. A few of the Spores claim to have seen the child she is carrying, when pressed the details given are vague but all describe it as giving them an unsettling sense of familiarity.
The last surviving member of the Spores of Madness' First Company, the marine now known as Bolg'Shav is one of the Possessed, willingly having is mind obliterated and surrendering his body to the control of a daemon of Nurgle. His terminator armor now living amalgamation of insect and fungi, he ambushes his enemies by teleporting in their midst while lashing out with claws that can age flesh and steel to dust and fangs that infect his victims with fungal growth that bypasses their nervous system and slaves their bodies to Bolg'Shav's commands.
The wreck of the "Oozing wound"
In the Nizro-gamma subsector lies the wreck of a battleship. The ship drifts around a lone green sun, lodged between many gigantic asteroids.
For many years the Imperial Navy has avoided the star, but those that dare to use the star as a landmark in between warp jumps are often not seen or heard from again.
Why the ship is where it is, have been cast into legend, but the story goes that the ship and it's crew was in the star system in order to do some foul ritual. A small merchant vessel travelling from Ortada prima to Voidpoint station saw what appeared to be a solar flare hitting the ship before it made it's warp jump. The captain said he was lucky to remaind undetected, but what really drove the captain mad over the years was that, perhaps the ship knew they where there.
But no one knows what became of the crew, and all those who dared to explore the ship have yet to return. Perhaps something killed them, or if they just went mad and killed themselfs?
But the "oozing wound" is still drifting alone, and will do so for many years to come.
What I imagined what happend was that the crew awoke a slumbering daemon inside the star, that made the crews souls a part of Nurgles family. But you can interpret it however you wish
Markus Mordecai is an enforcer for the many groups of cultists that serve under Captain Boil Beard. Once a man of pride and respect as an Arbite in the Hive Radatoon on the planet Knasta.
But after seeing how currupt the Adeptus Arbites on Knasta where he looked for a way to crush them all.
His wishes came into being when the Spores of Madness invaded and raided the planet. With his knowledge of being an arbite he could quickly rally a hoard of cultist from the lower hive.
When the battle was done, he and the surviving cultist found themselves onboard the "Pieces of Eight". And through wits, skills and a few bullets into a few peoples heads he became an enforcer for what he likes to call the "Boil's bravest"
What do you think? I felt we needed some more regular human characters in the warband
Notable Actions of the Spores of Madness:
>Siege of Hadrofax: Raiding action against the Hadrofax Drift Station is cut off from the Warp by an approaching Tyranid force. After three weeks of repelling Tyranid vanguard forces, techmarines and Sorcerers manage to send the entire station and surrounding space directly into the Warp.
>The Corruption of Valeten IX: Spores of Madness operatives corrupt the few human overseers of the largely automated agri-world Valeten IX. Widespread simultaneous introduction of infectious agents sees an entire years worth of output as vector for mundane and warp-tainted illness before detection. Widespread ramifications include induced famines across nine systems, the halt of the Rovonus sector expansion, and the collapse of the Atrion Purging resulting the demotion to chaos spawn of chapter master Zyrus of the renegade Steel Devourers SM chapter.
>The Cywren Incident: Faulty intelligence sees six Spores of Madness ships raid the minor Craftworld Cyrwren only to be caught unaware by the Path of the Warrior dominated craftworld. A complete rout, the superior firepower and craftworld-specific Flaming Winds Aspect Warriors sees the loss of over a dozen Marines, thousands of cultists, and the destruction of the vessels Hellspite, Bloody Throne, and Vitae Tenebrous.
>Ekraor: Spores of Madness vessels deployed three decommissioned drop pods on the mostly uninhabited pleasure world of Ekraor. An outbreak of Nurgle's Rot among the royalty of Shandus led the Inquisition to discover a daemonic infestation hiding in the remote and untouched wilderness of the planet. Inducing an extinction level event through orbital bombardment, the planet was quarantined and handed over to the Ordos Malleus for study.
Didn't get to say this earlier but this is AWESOME
Ok good, except couldn't be last of the 1st company because the WHOLE warband is the 1st company
He will be added to 1d4chan page
These are useful AND awesome
>Ok good, except couldn't be last of the 1st company because the WHOLE warband is the 1st company
I realized that after I posted it. Feel free to drop it or change it.
I'm glad you liked the Belle Dame, I wanted something mysterious, even to the Spores. I added the actions because I think we need more fluff on what exactly they've done and who they're fighting. I'm thinking about adding the Steel Devourers as a Khorne-aligned adversary.
A hood idea, some Khorne v Nurgle is good
Btw how many plauge marines you boyos think we have?
Also in regards to the Belle Dame, as you see on 1d4chan page the captain obviously values the sallow, possibly xenos woman clearly blessed by Nurgle. I was wondering, think he sees her as a sign? A portent of greatness for him and the Spores and may have picked up operations upon discovering her? Dore he believe her womb tells the future? Pirates are a superstitious bunch, especially insane Nurgle loving ones
Plague Marines as in the bloated, rotting Death Guard types? I'd say maybe a quarter of the Spores are like that, with the newer additions taken from the cultist ranks trending more towards plague marines.
As for the Belle Dame, I think that most of the Marines see her as legit or at the very least equal to the augury done by Sorcerers. The cultists, who rarely interact with her, are far more mixed, ranging from outright worship as a kind of Virgin Mary type figure to believing she's some deceiver come to lead them astray. The Dark Mechanicus don't really give a damn about her other than as a biological curiosity.
Also, the greentext dialogue under the Ark Defilement was originally meant for fleshing out the Magos in charge of the Dark Mechanicus contingent that I never got around to doing.
The Magos is a bitter, unpleasant man shackled by his freedom through loyalty owed to the Spores of Madness. What little enjoyment that seeps through his ahedonia comes from watching their failures and his passive-aggressive lashing out.
Yeah, we rolled for minor aesthetic (ie non-functional) Nurgle mutations, and a White Scar geneseed mutation, so we're probably bnothing like bloaty Death Guard.
Speaking of which, we could flesh out the geneseed mutation that caused the Imperial Purge of our chapter I mean, wolfboys are tolerated, but we had to burn, so it musta been pretty bad to get those zealots on our asses.
The V.A.T born:
Deep inside the Ark Defilement is an area called "the think tank". Do not confuse this area with a place for research, no it is much darker than that.
In that room is rows upon rows of vat tanks that has one single use. To grow experimental cultists and dark servitors for the fleet. The think tank's overseer is a former Magos Biologis called Erodas Vea. He managed to escape the forge world he was conducting his experiments on when the Techpriests found out about his "studies".
So far none of the clones have been able to be a fully capable, and thinking human. The things that have come out have always been lifeless and souless humans.
But after and accident involving a mug of Ol'Ironsides brew and a exposed vat tank has resulted in some sort of cognitive motion in the clones.
At the present date the once sterile and clean vat tanks are now filthy and the water has turned into a green and black sludge that the clones now grow in.
Both Erodas and Boil Beard are interested in what the new batch of clones will be.
Ok good, HOWEVER I more meant the captain specifically.
I have the idea (and sort of just get this vibe) that maybe captain Boil has an... UNHEALTHY(more so than normal) infatuation and/or devotion to their new "gift" from Papa Nurgle.
I want to flesh out the captain more anyways and this idea intrigues me, he may have even declared 2 of the 20 or so plauge marines as her 'Pale Guard'
I don't know I REALLY like this idea personally
Maybe he was hit pretty hard over the losses against that Craftworld, he was looking at close to a tenth of his total force in marines and ships gone, and has gotten kinda obsessive and superstitious about fortune-telling and divination in general. Some might say he's gone a little mad even.
What if the geneseed is fine, it's the human stock that had the mutation?
I kinda like this idea, that he is going even CRAZIER and probably trusting the Belle Dame over sorcerer augury.
Again its... at least I think it's a weird infatuation by now, possibly causing problems though maybe not I'm not sure
Also what sort of mutation we talking?
While the Imperium may dislike Xenos with every fiber of thier being many that have defected and left the imperium sometimes find themslefs allying or working with Xeno's in many ways.
The Spores of Madness have a contact with a species called Abratrax that hail from a small empire just on the border to the Ghoul stars. They have somehow devloped a way to determine the path wich the Imperial ships go through in the warp. If this is thier own doing or some effect from a relic from within the Ghoul stars is unknown.
This piece of information saved them from being raided and possible rendered extinct by the Spores of Madness when thye came to raid and plunder.
Just posting this pic as a placeholder (nless you guys want this to be look of the aliens) untill I or someone else find a better picture to represent them
I have a pic of an alien species that I requested a while ago in a draw thread. So will this do?
Rolled 7 (1d10)
D-did we just make a psuedo krootox?
So is the Belle Dame carrying some kind of Nurgle Antichrist?
I'm thinking with the whole "A few of the Spores claim to have seen the child she is carrying," old captain Boil Beard hasn't and is absolutely losing his shit over it.
Sort of yes, sort of no
He has not seen it, though he is known to sometimes spend hours in her chambers alone, supposedly staring into her womb. It has gotten to a point where it is an obsession, and he believes not only does the womb tell the future more accuarately than his Sorcerer's(according to him) but soon, some year soon, a child will be born, and it will be his path to guide and guard it, for it wwill be Nurgle's ultimate gift to the world, his one true son
He believes Nurgle is testing his faith and devottion to both him and the Belle Dame by not yet revealing the child to him.
The Warband's opinion of this? I know at least those cultists, a not to insignificant number, who worship her no doubt bellieve and support this, but what of his company?
Has his obssion channged their opinion on him? On the Belle Dame? Or has their devotion only strengthened with his?
Like I said, what's the warbands take on Boil Beards singly extreme devotion to the Belle Dame? Are they with him? They still trust him?
Really that's all for now, unless anyone wants to add fluff/writefag
I think most of the Spores themselves are more put off by his devotion than the Belle Dame herself. She's rather placid and those who have interacted with her note she never tries to take power or guide how they interpret what they see in her womb.