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>>45598493

The conference room is as large as always, but sitting there is merely Tandi, Abel, and now you and Mike.

"What is going on?" You ask, peering at the three of them. Your mother looks nervous. Mike looks determined... and Abel just looks relaxed.

"We're considering the idea of telling the Free about you." Abel says. "We've been discussing a merger between our two groups, and making a real push for the city. But, well, how we're going to do it is up to you."
"Up to me?" You ask.
"Isha overheard you guys discussing making your own city-state somewhere, using Old World technology." Abel says. "... And as much as I love this city, and as much as I've worked to save it from its rulers, I can't say it's a bad idea."
"But that's not the only idea these numbnuts had." Tandi calls out, rolling her eyes. "Another idea is to give you a promotion. Make you a fourth vote for the Initiative. Give you a real choice in where things are going."
"Basically what she said." Abel gives a pointed look to Tandi. "It's just... The initiative had been falling apart, before you arrived. And the Free were losing, without enough men or firepower to win the way they were trying. But now that you're here, we've been... well, not quite winning, but succeeding. If we make a push, claim the citadel- the Acropolis, then we can take control. Reorganize the city. Help people. And for that, we need your brain in a leadership position."

Mike doesn't say anything, his arms simply crossed.

>?

>>45598648
[Note, this isn't formatted to be copy pasted or even directly made into a comment, but can be reworded easily enough if people agree with it]

As much as we're a fan of giving ourselfs more power and weight, this toes a dangerous line, because you have to remember, we are not and never will be human, and as such cannot represent anyones interests but our own in any effective manner. By putting us on there leadership board they'd be weakening the image of the people representing the people, and also run the risk of eventually having a skynet-esque takeover of everything.

From a philisophical standpoint I'm not sure how I feel about this.

Good to see you exabyte

>>45598648
Striking out on our own seems like the safest and best way to conserve life. If we make a push for the Acropolis, and it fails, we will be so much worse off than before Azure woke up, not to mention all that sweet tech we stole from the city, and recovered from the OP lab would likely fall back into angry sisters' hands. Not to mention that the city is filled with quite a few unknown factors.

Promotion might be nice but I don't see the need for it right now and some people might not react well to an AI in a leader position.

>>45598329
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Hi lordy, nice to see OWQ again.

>>45598329
>Track down Snowfox, she's your best source of information.

>>45598329
>>Investigate the tent further, while you have it to yourself.

>CURRENT SOUL: OIHAN ALZADOR

A great feeling of gut wrenching guilt had now invaded your body making you slightly shiver and tremble in pure hatred against yourself and the vile Necrons.

As soon as the Voidship you were in reached the orbit of Telematha it had been meet with great salvos of enemy fire that under concentrated beams was able to render the mighty void shields of the spaceships completely useless. Onto some of the other Navy ships great quantities of Skin Flayers suddenly teleported and started to wreak havoc in unseen ways and manners as they completely crippled the morale and coordination of the troops and crew inside, besides that the Guardsmen and combat personnel that became able to reach an orbital transport and descend died as soon as they stepped a feet onto solid soil due to a strange orange mist that killed them in mere seconds but didn’t affected the own Necrons.

Unknowing this last details in an instant you sent two thousand loyal warriors to their deaths. Each one of those good men and women felt like a single grain of sand in your sore throat, you could stand killing some people by sending an unwise order but so many at once and in such a quick succession felt like a massive sandy rock lodged into your gut.

Wars are cruel and deadly, but that’s how they are supposed to be. What had killed all those men wasn’t war, but your own stupidity.

The Navy and all the reinforcements had come with all their force and now that they were so close it seemed that they would be all stopped before they could even descend and avenge the fallen Forge-world.

>>45598117

Luckily for you the God-Emperor ‘s light seemed to have shinned in your direction. You were informed that liquid water turned that deadly mist into something completely harmless, the cartographers quickly added that there was a rock belt with a great proportion of ice based formations.

An idea immediately popped into your mind, pushing those ice composed rocks onto the planet below and creating a rain of solid ice, a great part of those rocks would melt on the atmospheric descent and the ones who didn’t would sooner or later become liquid as Telematha was a dry and hot planet.

You quickly reunited the Commander, Navigator and Magos of the ship you were in and created a communications link with the rest of the still surviving ships. With haste in your lips you explained them about pushing those rocks into the planet and found yourself with a mix of incredulity, accusations of heresy and a few ones that thought that it was a possibility. All of that conversation was happening with a sound only link for the rest of the guardsmen and navymen were trying to coordinate themselves and their meeting required to occupy the least bandwidth as possible yet suddenly someone with a power greater than theirs appeared, in front of everybody the image or holographic depiction of a heavily armored and high ranking Salamander Astartes appeared, he decided that the idea would be done and thus settled the dispute.

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>>45598132

As everybody proceeds to leave the meeting and return to the crude situation they were in you were stopped by a General, it was Lisandrias, a greatly stemmed officer that you and this planet had the luck of having right now.

“I hope this plans of yours work but if you have the blessing of the Salamanders I think that you will be safe. Our minds are a better weapon than most of the gizmos that the mechanicus can craft. Good Lateral thinking Commissar Oihan.”

“Lateral thinking?” You said somewhat puzzled, not even noticing that in a somewhat rude manner you didn’t addressed him with the needed respect nor mentioned his title.

“Yes, the skill to create new plans from where there was nothing, to see the chance of victory even when the outcome is at its grimmest peak. According to the reports there are great deposits of water on the planet but they are all deep underwater; we could have used specialized troops and servitors to pump it out to the surface but with all those Xenos around it would have been a complete suicide, your plan is what might give us a chance of achieving victory. Well met, if there is anything at my hand that you want to ask do it now for we might not have the chance to speak again once the great battle begins.”

You still felt somewhat down for having sent all those men to suffer pointless deaths. If they at least died in combat they would have lost their lives in an honorable way but with your orders they simply died like dogs waiting to be neutered. Maybe you weren’t worth of guiding the Micerian Spitfires at all…

>”I want to be translated to a Team of Harakoni Warhawks. I think their combat doctrine and style suits me better.”
>”I want to combat next to you sire, that way the chance of speaking will never disappear.”
>”Thank you for your offer General but I am good right now. There is no change nor question that I want to make.”
>Write in.

>>45595013

Morning finds you sitting in the drab room you rented out, carefully wording the report you'll send back to the Nameless Capital. You'll trust it to pigeon post again, for the speed if nothing else. Besides, you had a request to make in your report and sending the message on ahead of you would give Howa some time to get started. Research, put simply, into just what Nodens was – if there is an answer to be found, the archives at the Nameless Temple are the best place to start looking.

When you're coming back from the aviary you find Koa sitting in the inn with a thrown together meal. He looks well rested, a far cry from the slumped, yawning mess he'd been when you arrived at the outpost. When you tell him to finish eating and gather his things, he does so without complaint. Riding at a brisk pace, you could be back at the Nameless Temple by the afternoon.

“Riding again,” Koa mutters, his good humour souring a little as he fumbles himself into the saddle.

Riding again, you confirm, it's something he'll need to get used to if he plans on becoming a Wanderer. The name is kind of a hint.

“I know,” he sighs, and says nothing more as you both ride off down the forested path. It's good weather for riding, cool and without much of a breeze. Moving forwards, you spend the next hour or so in a companionable silence before a voice reaches you.

“Sirs!” a woman shouts, emerging from the trees and waving you over, “Oh sirs, are you from the Nameless Temple?”

“We are,” Koa announces before you can get a word in, “What's the problem?”

Wonderful, you grumble to yourself, now you're about to get dragged into-

“No problem, sirs!” the woman replies, “Our village has been blessed with child, and we need someone to say the words. Would you do it?”

An easy task, more routine than anything. Not your usual business, but it would be a good lesson for Koa.

>I'll do it
>I have business elsewhere
>Other

>>45595016
Would it be rude to "volunteer" Koa for the task?

>>45595058

>At the moment, Koa is only an apprentice. He wouldn't know what to do, unfortunately.

d10 roll for a legion warband or a renegade chapter

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>45587013

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>45587013

>>45584896
You are Marcus Hall, school golden boy. Captain of the school's soccer team, straight A student, and all around face of your high school. Of course, this has it's drawbacks, whilst you are friendly with most everyone at your school, you don't have much of a social life. A majority of your time is split between training and studying, with everything else falling to the wayside. You haven't been to a party since your sophomore year, although you're relatively sure you've been invited to one almost every week, it helps that you're on friendly terms with everyone, granted you haven't had a meaningful conversation with anyone for almost a year. Your life is routine, a routine dedicated to perfection.

It is 1am on a Sunday morning, and you cannot sleep. You keep going over and over that day's game in your head, you can't help but blame yourself for the loss. You'd missed the equalising goal, you could've done so much better, and losing that game wasn't just a let down to yourself but a let down to the entire team. It didn't help that on Monday you had a huge Spanish test, your worst subject, and one that was threatening to drop your GPA if you didn't do extremely well on the test. You sit there, staring at your ceiling, letting the stress flow through your head as you think of every single possible error that could happen. Your eyes linger form staring at your off light to looking at the anxiety medication sitting next to your bed, you wish you didn't need it, you really wish you didn't. Stress and anxiety was a weakness, no matter what your psychologist said, you couldn't afford it if you wanted to achieve everything you could. You had to clear your head.

What do you do?
>Go for a run to clear your head, the beach is just outside and it always helps
>Force yourself to fall asleep, it's the best medicine

>>45584899
>Go for a run to clear your head, the beach is just outside and it always helps

>>45584899
>Go for a run to clear your head, the beach is just outside and it always helps

Glad your'e giving it another shot

>>45582852
Talk to Beren about Ebba's apprenticeship to Nila. Then during the festival, summon Rhea for our peeople to speak with her and offer her prayers and gifts

>>45582852
BY the way, is there anything pressing we have to do RWB?

>>45583179
I'll support this

>>45583224
We should at least start the temple by the end of summer, is my bet. And we need to finish the grain storage. How many labor points do we need to pour into tht yet, RWB?

Kill your players.

Fluff it as them playing a warning tale from a crusty old fuck in a tavern.


You can maybe have a couple of them survive, but stupidity should never go unpunished.

Utterly barrage them with horrors and force them to flee

>>45582504

Have the Demon play with them, make it overconfident since they are fighting on his territory. Then narrow down the fact the the forest gives him his invulnerability and instead give him a loci or heart that if the players reach and destroy weakens the demon to their attacks.

This way the NPC's are still right, the players are still stupid for trying to fight the demon on it's own turf, but the challenge is not insurmountable.

We are a chapter founded to serve as a Standing force in a Sector/subsector that needed one or just had none. Founded in the 32nd millenium, making us quite an old chapter by now, we are founded from the Gene seed of the Iron Hands but it is not quite pure and has... well, we lack either the black carapace or progenoids(I imagine this is somewhat recent, but who knows), we are merciless much like our progenitor. Our figure of legend was/is a chief Librarian and the bane of orks(we can re-roll this if it is too boring), we are based on a hiveworld with a temperate climate which we have a distant relationship with.

we have a unique chapter organization and practice a Lightning strike combat doctrine

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>45579754

>>45580059
ok we can either now

roll twice on the table
OR we can try to come up with something truly unique

post up the tables we're rolling on please

I am curious as to where they are.

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>45577955
MOTHERFUCKING DICE

>>45577961
Alright, founded as a standing force for a sector/subsector, cool! We get to make one of dem later too!

>>45577955
On 1d4chan, here is the page

https://1d4chan.org/wiki/Space_Marine_Chapter_Creation_Tables

NOW

1d100 for when we were founded(which millenium)

>Cuddled up to Alice, Still sleeping.

>passed out over a desk humming "my old mans a dustman" in his sleep.

>>45575480
Central, this is Behrend. House Tynnus is clear of any overt threats, however it is obviously influenced by xenos.

No. The exiling-before-decision is how it always had worked; they decided to clarify it.

>>45572871
You can't read? It does exaxtly what it says.

When you discard it, the madness ability triggers. You exile it to choose to pay alternative cost. If you don't it goes into graveyard... Like it says in the card.

>>45572908
Oh, actually it's me who can't read. Interesting how irony works. My bad.

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>>45572867
cant really argue about that.
pet peeve thread?
>not wearing deodorant
>Not trying to talk to other party members.
> Not doing the adventure.

>>45572867
i play the game how want faggot !

if they play the game, they'll obsess even more

>>45569380
Masturbate to shota porn

>Practice our interview, don't want to mess it up.
Should also fix up our gloves.

>>45569420
fuck you bruv we aint no pedo

You move over to your duffel bag, retrieving the cut gloves. Just running your thumb over the gash brings back the memory--the sheer rush of your will made manifest striking against him and making an even match.

Most of the people you catch and apprehend aren't quite on your level. Even the so-called 'superpowered' ones don't have much to do against your will's strength.

That Knightmare guy? You haven't seen shit like him before. Normally, he...

He's the people Peacekeeper's Union fights.

Damn, you really might be cut out for this.

You grab some kevlar tucked away under the floorboards and shoddily sew it into the gashes. You were never one for fixing your own costume, but it'll have to do. A quick dab of paint across the replaced material, and it almost looks like half of a hack job and not a full one.

>cont.

>>45569567
Sitting up against the wall, putting your helmet on to simulate the real thing, you begin.

"I...I'm Vanquish! I want to join Peacekeeper's so my reign of justice is not impeded while the wicked get away!"

"Well," you say, raising your voice into a supposed interviewer, "we have plenty of those. Why are YOU important?"

"My power is quite literally limitless! The only thing holding it back is my emotion, my drive, the sheer force of will that makes me keep moving forward! In time, I could surpass Para--"

No, that was too cocky.

You take the helmet off and toss it aside. Maybe it would be good to do things more...on the fly. Planning isn't in the nature of a hot-blooded woman like yourself.

>What now?
>Get some exercise and warm up.
>You've done enough. Veg out like the shit you are.
>Audience: Ask for Exposition about something...?
>Write-in.
>

>>45566601
No, welcome to our special Hell

>>45566601
Because it is written by frustated fantasy novel writers who need a paycheck for their alcoholism.

>>45566601
There are two reasons.

The first is because RPG authors are notoriously arrogant. They bristle at criticism and will shut down forums and comment sections to hide from any issues with their product, real or perceived.

The second reason is because many RPG authors are from smaller distributors or self-publish and lack the funds to hire editors.

I'm a technical writer. People in my line of work generally work freelance or for larger companies. We are out of the price range of many small publishers and the larger ones don't see the need to entrust their product's success to someone from outside their little cliques.