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also ignore the sequels but not the series

>>51188996
Are you asking for the best system? How we'd handle the lore and fluff bits?

>>51189851
What game to use, if there's something similiar, etc.

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First for the IVth! MK II: Electric Boogaloo

>BoP's Paint guide
http://imgur.com/a/aBKJE

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Test painting on Chinaman contemptor.
Thoughts?

>>51188551
Problems with dudes in the past not being able to keep their tempers in check. Basically socially-enforced eugenics.

Threads like these are how I can identify someone is a 20+ year old virgin

>>51188551
Immense faggotry of hitherto inconceivable levels.

Nothing, huh?

>>51188471
Check on OSR for BUSHIDO

Sengoku is a Fuzion system game. Has a loooot of information on the time period. I have it but haven't tried to run it yet.

>>51188084
Probably get chaos spawned.

>>51188084
You can't actually rebel against Chaos because they basically take over your mind.

>>51188084
Mutated or attacked by former allies.

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>>51187518
Don't tell anyone I showed you this or they'll all want one too.

>>51187721

You're an idiot.

Yes I did a sketch, but the players want more details, and I agree with them. So I'm wondering if such a city exists, you goddamn smarmy cunt.

Go back to shitposting on /b/ you waste of fucking space. HURR DURR I MADE A FUNNY. Go pat yourself on the back you subhuman trash - it's the only human contact you'll ever have, you sack of diseased lard. I would tell you to "kys faggot," but faggots are actually better than you.

>>51187518
Chicago-land area has all of that if you don't mind swimming a couple hundred miles through the great lakes to get to the ocean.

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Xth for Necrons are a best

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Blood for the Blood God!

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>>51186919

Rommel was a serious man of thirty nine years and in those years he had become stringent, clever and haunted. Often his face would pull taught and his hard azure eyes would focus on something beyond the northern horizon and lock onto it. He would just stand there staring out past the end of the world until some distraction or some concerned individual would rip him away and set him right again. He wasn't a tall nor short man and nor was he skinny or fat. He looked average, with a run of the mill normal face which was often unshaven and an aloof posture that didn't brim with timidness nor confidence. It just seemed like he was there just in at the edge of the background and was not important enough to be remembered. With that combined with a deep-seeded hatred of heathenry and heresy he had thrived within the caste system of The Order which had needed a man like him but didn't know where to find one. He started as a lowly guard but through politics and blood he was promoted in leaps and bounds. The gilded armor of the inquisitor he donned was hard earned and well worn with chips and small dents from axes, hilts, and dirks. The war-hammer chained to his cuirass was inlaid with worn ivory which had browned with use, blood, and time.

Rommel did not know where he was born and had many fragmented memories of traveling but the earliest solid memory he held onto was of an ice storm which blanketed the great St. Agius monastery in a foot thick sheet. Many monks around him lamented to the Champlain that Gara was punishing them for harboring young Rommel and that surely all crops were lost. And when the crops were lost Rommel was demonized by all residents of the monastery and was hissed at and called 'cursed' and 'marked'. When his bed was doused in holy oil and set aflame while he washed dishes down in the kitchen he knew it was time to leave. At the age of seven he gathered all his things and some stolen supplies from the kitchen into a knapsack and headed out to the north into a world of crystalline white and biting wind. An hour later he was found under a grove of pines bent with ice by the Champlain and a few shivering sour faced monks. The Champlain took young Rommel by the hand and led him back to the monastery. As Rommel sat next to the great hearth and warmed the chilled blood in his hands and feet he asked the Champlain why everyone hated him. The Champlain said simply 'They are idiots.'. But Rommel pushed and asked where his parents were and why he was here. The Champlain cleared the room of the vicious eyed monks and told young Rommel simply at first, 'They are dead'. He studied the young boy to see if surprise or sorrow racked the small face but there was none for the boy had figured that out himself long ago. The Champlain decided it was time for him to learn the full truth and fell back into his leather seating and spoke it to the cold eyed boy.

“Your parents were missionaries of a sister sect of the church of Gara called Seeds of Light. Their goal was to spread the word of Gara and our influence beyond our borders through peace, trade, and conversion. Which failed sadly. Your father's name was Tiberous and he was a pit fighter turned carpenter after buying his freedom, bit of a brute but a pious one. Your mother was named Auril after the goddess of winter, she was a farmer's daughter and could read which was a miracle in itself. She was made by Gara's hand. Beautiful but formidably tough. They stopped here for a day with their meager caravan to top off supplies before crossing into the northern wild to tame the barbarians of the plains with our civilized religion. You were with them and you all joined us for dinner. Your father did some repairs and built a few chairs in trade for some potatoes, oats, salted meats, holy oil, and some books for your mother. Then you were all off into the north with your four oxen hauling the wagon through the spring mud of the north road. After the wagon was over the crest of the horizon a wicked ice storm hit the monastery just like the one we had today.”

The Champlain leaned forward in his chair and asked the small boy. “The rest of their story comes from the mouths of other men and from the diary written by your mother, nothing good comes from it. Some truths scar the soul while some lies only go skin deep. Do you understand what I'm saying to you?”

Little Rommel nodded his head and then said. “Tell me the truth.”

Friendly reminder that the easiest way to tell if a player is shit is by asking them what they order at the tavern.

>Good players order small beer or cider
>Average players order ale
>Shit players order water, juice or milk

>>51185678

This.

Mostly because it's the worst kind of entry level moralfags that do the "I'm gonna order milk" things

>>51185678

What about if they order SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! EVERYBOOODYYYYY

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>>51185583
Here's what I've got:

20x Mountain
1x Zirilan of the Claw
1x Hivis of the Scale
1x Draco
1x Dragon Mage
1x Dragon Tyrant
1x Anarchy
1x Sword of Light and Shadow
1x Shivan Harvest
1x Spellbinder
1x Magnetic Theft
2x Thunder-Thrash Elder (looking to replace)
2x Skullclamp
2x Lightning Greaves
2x Spark Elemental
2x Aether Vial
2x Claws of Gix
3x Chaos in the Ranks
4x Lightning Bolt
4x Viashino Sandscout
4x Viashino Sandstalker
4x Whispersilk Cloak


So as you can see the plan is an aggressive early game with Sparks and Bolts, then to get Chaos in the Ranks out, jack the other guy's board with the boomeranging Viashino, prevent counter-jacking with Lightning Greaves, and use Claw of Gix to deny anything they'd want to grab that I'd think they could actually use against me (or just to get Skullclamp to trigger for some drawforce, or get rid of Chaos in the Ranks when I'm done with it). In theory Magnetic Theft would be there for combat tricks but though I bought a fuckton of Mirrodin block back in the day I only managed to find one so I'll probably be buying a playset of those. If the game drags on Zirilan provides an alternate win condition by tutoring in Dragon Tyrant and swinging for a billion damage, or Dragon Mage if I want a new hand, or Draco for style points. I probably want to grab some more Zirilans for consistency.

>>51185597
>Draco
Why

Remove all the equipment. It's expensive enough to cheat dragons in play let alone also equip them.
I don't understand what role the other viashino serve for the deck. Needs more mana sources and Conjurer's Closet

>>51185179
Bump

>>51185179
Are you doing 40k or HH Dark Angels?

>>51185203
40k theres hardly any models or fluff on horus heresy

>>51184930
>inb4 owlbear

>>51184930
[insert owlbear stats here]

>>51184930
a 'Strayian Stripper Version of Green Goblin.

It's a very good conductor of heat.

Dragons like heat.

Laying on a bed of gold is like laying on a self-heating mattress, super comfy.

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>>51184203
It's gorgeous.

'Cause they are whores

>>51184171
You don't

>>51184171
Same way you justify it in Europe, things want to stab and maim you, you want to feel like a big secure baby. Boom

>>51184171
Blunt force trama.

The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.

Hobo with a shotgun