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Ongoing special project

>Final reconstruction - Hestia is loathe to leave a job half done, so she is finishing up rebuilding the city above to her standards. Several hundred million administration troops have returned to the city. Directors Burgess and Snow are coordinating their deployment with Hestia, the familiar faces have a slight calming effect among the population. 0.003% complete.


“Master~” Ayla calls out to you, “ready? 3 – 2 – 1 – Go! ”


She suddenly plunges her hand into her abdomen and rips out a glowing orb of mana. Then she starts giggling.


“I knew that would work, isn’t that much easier master?” Ayla questions you while cradling the mass of power in her arms. To your senses it seems like a ball of living mana, much like Ayla herself, but less stable.


That slowly starts to change though as you see the magic start to collapse into the form of a baby, a beautiful little –

>Girl
>Boy

>>43890070
>Surprise me!

>>43890070
>Thing

>>43889872
Slaanesh a shit, always has been a shit and thankfully wont be a shit any longer because they wont exist any more.

Where is slaanesh going in the lore? I heard they're trying to replace them with the horned rat and I have a pretty good hypothesis as to what actually happened.

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I for one am alright with this turn of events.

>>43889838
Let your players wear animal masks of their choosing and play the HM theme in the background.
Also,every time a player dies ingame you beat him to death with a blunt object.

>>43889838
Whats the system/genre?

>>43889838
If your players are onboard for unreliable narration, I'd suggest that. It'll go along way if you call roleplay hitmen too coked out to trust their own eyes.

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After half hour of flying you reach your destination. This is the first time you are attending a professional Quidditch match and this is the first time you see a real stadium. You follow Tim and his father. Tim has a big Wales hat on his head, a green hat with a red dragon roaring around. You see mostly Wales fans but there are a few people with Syrian flags as well.

The stadium is very nice and big. You are impressed. You can't imagine how it would feel to play here as a player infront of such a big crowd, even though the stadium is not full it is still impressive for you.

The game starts slow. Both teams are cautious and not using any fast or risky tactics. Tim's father is chatting with another man who is seated next to him and you are talking with Tim casually while watching the game. The weather is warm and clear. The stadium is dominated by Wales fans and their cheering. A few dark hooded figures pass your seats and block your view for a few seconds and you miss Syria score a fantastic point as even Tim cheers, sounding impressed.

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>>43889546
The game continues for another half hour as Wales starts to play more aggressively and they are ahead of the Syria by 50 points.

You and Tim get some snacks while watching the game. They are called Snake Crackers as they look like live small worms but when you eat them they crumble in your mouth and have a salty taste. You like it.

Then something goes wrong.

You hear a big explosion and suddenly all the lights of the stadium goes black. You can't see much, the sky is almost dark. You hear screams and cries of pain. You have no idea what is happening. Suddenly somebody hits you from behind and you fall down. People are running around. You hear Tim calling your name but suddenly everyone is running around and there is a complete chaos. You think you fall down at least two rows in front of you and have hurt your knee.

>Try to stay hidden and understand what is happening
>Cast Lumos
>Shout for Tim
>Other

>>43889635
>Cast Lumos

>>43889335
A single village or town, usually. figure out everything that I want in it, then create a world around it that makes sense. usually I'll end up going back into that town and changing things later, but somehow it feels more natural to me than starting with something abstract

Start Dumb Simple OP
"In a World where _____, there's one _____ that can ______"

Ex: In a world where Magic causes gayness, there's one gay man who can stop the faggotry forever.

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The waifu/husbando races.

>>43888888
Holy shit these hexes(?) should be a sign of goodluck

>>43888902
It's notable, sure. But it doesn't make me any better at coming up with names. My best technique involves modifying captchas.

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>>43888888
Good thread

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Our friend, 9, was of the thought that all Xenostech is to be destroyed immediately, so imagine his shock when he was not only placed in the vicinity of Xenostech, but forced to ignore it, and occasionally even interact with it in a way that isn't destroying it. Not very fun, as you might imagine. However, shotgun persuasion and the promises of archaeotech in the future both add up to be very persuasive. Or so we thought. Well, atleast they didn't openly rebel.

First hint that something was wrong was when a routine check-in had three techpriests missing. 9, Theta-54 and K-PP-Q. Of course, in the depths of a massive voidship, losses were expected. Most of us didn't really pay it much heed, the Voidmaster most of all for the main reason that, hey, we Techies aren't exactly the most responsive when we start focusing on our work.

Only person who gave a toss was me and a few of the other Techpriests. One single techpriest going MIA, we can accept, but three at once is too much of a coincidence. Unfortunately, they really didn't give a shit, with the Trader himself telling us to shove a stick in it and choke. Of course, this all came to a halt when the Seneschal went missing.

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Okay, the Seneschal going missing. Not exactly a big deal, he's a pitiful drunk, so it's likely he could've stumbled into a corner and cried himself to sleep for the ten thousandth time, but usually he was up awake and reporting in for duty even while soggy and unkempth, but three days passed and there was no sign of him. Not to mention, there usually tends not be a detached hand with the Seneschal's ring just lying around in the lower decks for a deck dreg to find.

Having the Seneschal brutally murdered tends to be a pretty bad thing. Even if he was drunk off his ass, he had enough guns, weapons and sense on him to fight off any attacker, atleast long enough for someone to realize there's fighting going on and investigate or raise the alarm, so whomever killed him was no normal man. Naturally, we turned towards the Deathwatch Killteam that had otherwise been skulking in their rooms refusing to say or do anything because, you know, Xenostech. We never did get much out of them either, but pict records only showed them leaving once, and that was weeks ago on their complimentary tour.

Since the Space Marines weren't guilty of killing anybody, or atleast not the Seneschal, we deducted that we either had a Xenos infiltrator, a daemonic possession or even a Chaos Space Marine. Of course, we didn't suspect any of the crew, much less my Mechanicus detachment, so we did the best we could. Send Servitors with pict-recorders strapped to them to roam the ship whilst we had the deck dregs comb every vent, shaft and hole they could reach, with specific orders not to engage if they found anything, but to return and report.

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We had six false leads, most of them stowaways, and one being just a butchered corpse. In Hindsight, we probably should've paid more attention to that, but hey, violent murders tend to happen amongst the lower-ranking crew, and we thought we'd be searching for something big and scary, whereas the injuries on the butchered dude came from what we thought was a cleaver.

Howver, where six false leads were given to us, even more were given by mere fact that many of the search parties were killed, and the Servitors destroyed. Blokes who were monitoring the screens didn't see anything before the feeds got cut. With no leads and most of the searchers dead or destroyed in the case of the servitors, we decided that, if we're going to do this right, we'd do it ourselves.

We kitted up, grabbed our guns, mustered the nastiest motherfuckers and a few fast runners, considering whomever it was seemed to know how to jam comms, and marched on downwards.

Of course, there was the issue that we were trying to search a maze of rooms and shafts in order to find our culprit. However, with the knowledge that none of the search teams managed to get even an incoherent vox out, we decided that splitting up was a fucking dumb idea. So instead we just pulled random crewmembers we encountered on the way and made them help us by serving as advance scouts.

is anyone here even playing anymore? ;_;

>>43888746
Nobody here has ever played. The storytimes are all people imagining what playing an RPG might be like, in the hopes they'll impress the imagined mass of actual RPG players who they assume browse here, and fit in; they are believed because nobody else has any experience either.

Why did you think that everybody was so focused on white-room charop, That Guy stories where nobody behaves in a realistic human manner, and quest threads?

>>43888880
I know this is a running joke on this board, but I come closer to believing this every damn week.

You

I don't But I do like magical girls, and the girl in your image looks like one, so give me the details anyway.

Should I?
I mean I was looking for an alternative to MTG cause it's expensive as fuck, but I dunno.

Does he wear a dress?

k

>>43888277

With the snow piling around you in thick drifts it is, at least, easy to follow in Leon's footsteps. For someone who claimed to know exactly where to find some demons, he's certainly taking a winding, circuitous path to whatever destination he might have in mind. It's almost enough to convince you that he's wandering aimlessly, ducking in and out of random buildings in search of something – anything – that might allow him to claim success.

It's only when you catch up with him outside a squat block of cracked and blackened concrete – a warehouse is the closest comparison you can draw – that you get the impression that he's found something.

“Aye,” Leon nods sagely as he examines the hideously ugly building, “This is the place.”

You doubt that, but pointing that out wouldn't really help things. Keeping your opinions to yourself, you follow Leon into the dreadful building, glad for the shelter if nothing else. The inside looks like something that a tremendous fire has ripped through, leaving the walls scorched and coated with greasy soot. Your footsteps echo as you both walk through the empty halls, creeping around pillars and columns.

“They're in here somewhere,” Leon grunts, leaving a clean handprint on a wall as he touches it, the oily dust sticking to his skin, “Just gotta find 'em...”

As he mutters to himself, you glance to the side and spot a faint glow, like flicking candlelight, coming from behind one of the thicker columns. There's something there, clinging to the opposite side. Has Leon really not noticed that?

>Get his attention first
>Investigate the demon yourself

>>43888282
>>Investigate the demon yourself
First come first serve

>>43888282
>Get his attention first

Shieet usually I wake up an hour from now but I guess I was lucky this time. How's it going Moloch?

>>43888081

They get lost in the bureacracy. I assume that they'd eventually be accepted after being vetted, but it could take centuries.

I mean, imagine if Al-Qadea suddenly showed up and went: "We love America! Let us fight for you, Jor Bush!" You'd be startled, suspicious and more than slightly confused.

>>43888096
>Al-Qadea
Considering the amount of warcrimes they've commited when compared to a bunch of people that have just appeared from the great crusades.

The real would would put them on trail, however the imperium needs their ships. tanks, soilders and weapons.

Hey look it's this thread again!

Friendly reminder that in a canon novel written by Graham McNeil, a Ships Captain from the DAoT who was lost in the warp for a millenia returned to the Imperium and attempted to make contact with the locals, possibly share his INCREDIBLE UNIVERSE SHATTERING IRREPLACEABLE TECHNOLOGY with them

He was lynched and killed by a mob.

>>43888057
Also, I request the Adeptus Titanicus Creation Table, to any who have it.

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>43888057

rolls For the Emperor

>>43888083
It seems you've got little spirit, guardsman. Now, roll 1d100! Do it now!

>>43888048
Y'know, I read OP, and now I don't even feel like posting, because it won't even compare at all.

>>43888084
Come on anon, it doesn't have to be an Ultra Giga Asshole levels of awful.

>>43888170
Standard shit.
DM was railroady as fuck, insisted on his custom setting that was basically an excuse to do whatever he wanted, threw in an awful dmpc that was some lvl 60 demigod or some shit.
The game came to a halt when the DM broke trust, we roundly called him out on it, and he quit.