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poor life choice posted:Do they like wrasslin' thats my line, dammit!
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Unless the box in our head is a gift package.
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Sep 13, 2015 18:47
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LowellDND posted:gridfire Reference secured!
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Sep 13, 2015 18:50
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dog kisser posted:Reference secured!  page 25: you had just met the gang leaders in the Deeps page 50: quint and tanya had just been introduced page 75: meeting kozilek for the first time page 100: knitting circle with sincera page 125: the olympus page 150: amacita’s wedding planning page 175: talking to dwarf about factions page 200: talking with eldar page 225: fusion bomb incident page 250: saving limosa page 275: deathskull orks page 300: tugboat page 325: talking with cryonic lady page 350: the manor on agatha’s world page 375: meeting the motherfucking emperor page 400: titan. 16,000 posts, we’re a real thread!
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Sep 13, 2015 18:58
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Wear the Armor. Never ever ever ever ever take it off again. Guys you know what happened last time we took it off. We don't know what it coming and cloaking ourselves in the emperor's holy armor, gifted from his blessed warriors is a pretty big dam statement to our piety. We should also carry a relic of Saint Fabiyan with us. Something personal to the both of us that carries some of his divinity. Give us that nice big glow of purity that should remind any psyker looking our way that we are totally cool.
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Sep 13, 2015 19:22
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Purification Crimson robes wrapped around a metal body, the Inquisitorial Rosette hanging from a chain around your neck. Every aspect of your clothes was carefully tailored and presented, showing the power and influence of your position. The signifiers of your rank as a Rogue Trader were less obvious - you had chosen not to wear the power armor or blue cloak. Instead, you simply had the Captain’s Baton swinging from your belt, showing your ownership of a ship. And yet, you couldn’t avoid feeling… anxious. The pressure doors sealed behind you, connecting you to the intermediary chamber. It would be easy enough to attempt to kill you here, opening you up to space. Perhaps that alone wouldn’t be sufficient, but it was possible there were troops on the hull, laying in wait. You considered your weapons, shrugged internally. If they wanted to kill you - destroy your entire Dynasty - there wasn’t much you could do about it here. The next set of doors opened, revealing a well-lit entry room. It had elevated platforms on your left and right, and as you calmly walked forward, you could see dozens of Inquisitorial Stormtroopers staring down at you. At the corners of the platforms, front and back, crew served weapons. The doors behind you closed, and you moved to the center of the room, waiting. Best to show you weren’t intimidated. A pause. Then this station’s version of Dregs - the ship serfs - descended from the platforms. They were dressed for utility, chanting hymns of the God-Emperor, swinging incense. You arched an eyebrow at their approach, but didn’t otherwise respond. It was … difficult, to remain calm, when they began removing your regalia, but needs must. The robes were treated respectfully, even reverentially, as they placed them on pillars that had risen out of the floor. Beams of light struck from the ceiling - ultraviolet colors, destroying whatever microbes you might have brought in with you. Cautiously, the serfs returned, showing maintenance tools. Not Tech-Priest skill, of course, not enough to repair implants, but enough to remove them. It was a slow, laborious process, each part being extracted, washed and purified, replaced. Sacred oils, holy cleansings. When they finished, they returned your robes, and backed away, bowing. The next set of doors opened, and you walked through. Loel fucked around with this message at 19:36 on Sep 13, 2015 |
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Sep 13, 2015 19:27
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We should install a bath like this on the Beast.
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Sep 13, 2015 19:37
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Where the hell do the sacred oils come from anyway? A 5l container of 5w-30?
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Sep 13, 2015 19:42
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Cleansing The next room crackled with psyker energy, and you couldn’t stop an expression of distaste. Even the most cursory glance revealed that it had been built to magnify a psyker power, using certain esoteric materials and angles to enhance connection to the God-Emperor. Anti-daemonic runes were carved into every inch - if you were possessed, or even thinking about it, they would have blasted your soul into fragments. And yet, the station did not feel that was sufficient. Floating in the center of the room - upside down and in chains - a psyker meditated. He was topless from the waist up, and the skin you could see was covered in scars and tattooed runes. He was slowly rotating, and the room seemed to shift with it, darkness and light. When he finally turned to face you, his eyes were pure black. It… was a strange experience. You could feel the power of his mind, like a living planet, but it was a subtle thing. Instead of rampaging through your mind, you both… simply occupied the same space. He blazed like the sun, and you could feel both the comfort of sunlight, and the terror of potential solar flares. He examined your memories as if you were telling him the stories of your life. Finally, after too long a time, he turned away, his rotation continuing, and more serfs approached you. You were stumbling a bit, and they gently carried you forward, past the psyker. You felt.. cleaner than you ever had, but it came with the awkwardness of using a newly rinsed machine. You felt you would need time to consider the experience.
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Give the psyker a thumbs up, "hang in there buddy".
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Transit The resting chair was surprisingly comfortable. You had been there a few minutes, and you could feel the gentle hum of Machine-Spirits examining your vitals. You could tell what their goal margins were, but you felt no rush to get to the next step of things. It had been rather a long time since you had been able to just sit and do nothing, and you intended to enjoy it. As you relaxed, you could almost hear sub-sonics being used, aiding meditation. You were tempted to be wary of it, this whole system designed to relax and distract you, but honestly, it was so much effort. You had been so paranoid (rightfully so) for so long… The chair leaned back, putting you in the prone, and you could feel the chair adjusting slightly, fixing patterns you recognized for high-G travel. It wasn’t really a surprise when metal folded over your vision, turning your chair into a boarding pod. The launch from the station was a kick to your whole body, but you were well prepared for it, and it reminded you of your drop on Golgotha. This one was much gentler, actually, and you could see the station - and your ship - shrinking above you. Below you was … nothing. You could feel part of you trying to panic, but the subsonics were still soothing, and you could almost detect pheromones designed for rest. You were almost ready to fall asleep, and you couldn’t remember the last time you had really done so. Almost lazily, you looked below you, waiting for something to happen. Would you be pulled into the gas giant? Torn by storms? But no. There was a flicker, beyond and behind your vision. Colors you couldn’t describe, a song you couldn’t sing. Your mind interpreted a violet web, spread across hundreds of kilometers, and you fell into it, feeling the gut-punch of a Warp Transit. You had to bite your tongue to avoid screaming. You were in the Warp. Without a Gellar Field.
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Sep 13, 2015 20:17
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Wake up.
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Sep 13, 2015 20:19
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The Emperor will provide
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Sep 13, 2015 20:21
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RandomPauI posted:The Emperor will provide
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Sep 13, 2015 20:30
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We are light minutes from the Emperor's Light and now in the warp we are before his blazing glory. Dream of praises to him, close our eyes and let the light wash us clean. Remember Fabiyan, call him here.
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Sep 13, 2015 20:32
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I just had a thought about this being a nightmare. If it is, we recognize it as such, which means we are lucid, which means we have control. Get out of my dream, Warp, I'm getting some well deserved rest
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Sep 13, 2015 20:33
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Arkanomen posted:We are light minutes from the Emperor's Light and now in the warp we are before his blazing glory. Dream of praises to him, close our eyes and let the light wash us clean. Remember Fabiyan, call him here.
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Sep 13, 2015 20:34
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Landing Above you, the station had vanished. Instead, the violet web, set against a field of colors you couldn’t even describe. It reminded you in some ways about the horizons you saw in the Webway, and your mind raced. Had the psyker decided you needed to be destroyed? Or was this a nightmare? Had you returned to the place of your worst memories? … Had you never left? You began to shake uncontrollably as the old fears ran through you. The pheromones and subsonics were trying their best, but you were far past them now, and your fingers gripped, reaching for weapons. You ran your mind through all your implants, examining weapons, relics, anything that might keep you alive here. Might take you out of the warp. The torpedo pod landed suddenly, and you grunted at the impact. The colors had given you a migraine, painful enough that you would have trouble walking, and you still hadn’t gotten control of your shaking. Were those whimpering sounds yours? It was so hard to tell. Old memories, indescribable things, ran across your vision, laughing. You could hear the decompression of the pod as it opened, and you raised your weapons quickly, if with a certain helplessness. How were you still surviving? Where were the daemons? Had the Weaver of Fate planned something complicated for you? You took a deep breath, face perhaps covered with angry tears. Ahead of you, a field of ice. Your augmented eyes saw clouds of nitrogen, clouds of methane-ethane. Here and there, lakes of hydrocarbons. This place was too cold to survive in, and you couldn't recognize any oxygen. And yet, you lived. Rising out of the ice at what seemed to be a short distance away, a single black tower of Basalt.
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Looks like the emperor provided.
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Turn from the tower and gaze back to the Emperor's light. It will guide you to where you need to go.
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Sep 13, 2015 20:35
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Go to the tower
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Sep 13, 2015 20:46
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Just go to the space customs tower already.
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Sep 13, 2015 20:47
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Shoot something unimportant, see if the terrain reacts.
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Sep 13, 2015 20:54
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Pray to the Emperor and Fabian.
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Citadel Your voice was hoarse with chanting. Hymns to the God-Emperor, binary songs to the Omnissiah. Endless litanies to the Golden Throne, prayers to Fabiyan, for his safety, for yours. You had trudged through the nitrogen snow banks for what seemed like forever, and the tower had only slowly gotten closer. Fear was an electric current through your body. You couldn’t feel many emotions these days, too jaded and worn down, but being back in the Warp, seeing the eldritch colours lance across the sky… It would be enough to break anyone. Your senses were in overdrive, looking for any sign of the daemon, and your hands were sweating, gripping their weapons. No armor, no titan, no retinue. Had you been betrayed? Your mind reached out for Athena, begging for support. The sky was silent, and you wept bitter tears, walking across the plains of desolation. Every sound made you jump, and the environment around you slowly transitioned, slow falling, ice breaking. The basalt tower was a massive thing, larger than your ship, and you approached its main gate tiredly. If they had wanted to hurt you, they would have seen you walking the long kilometers, and you lacked the energy to look for ways to sneak in. Instead, you trudged forward, still chanting with every breath. The main entrance was an open maw, with two figures in Space Marine armor standing at the gate. They held Nemesis force weapons, and you dared to hope they might be the Chapter you had come to see. The Grey Knights, the most elite Chapter in the Imperium. But why did they have a fortress here, in the very mouth of the Warp? You walked past them, and they didn’t stop you.
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Sep 13, 2015 21:58
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Let's have a full scan. We know how to do things even the Grey Knights don't.
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Sep 13, 2015 22:01
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Full auspex scan on general principle
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Sep 13, 2015 22:35
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Harden up Back straight, chine out, stiff upper lip. What's the point of all this animal fear? It won't defeat Ohone's enemies, it won't reunite Ohone with Fabiyan. It is a waste of energy.
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Music is Shimmer by Collide Old Friends Getting inside the tower - away from the horizon that was the Warp - was as if your Titan had stepped off your back. You took a deep breath, rubbed your face. Time to reach for the iron in your soul that had gotten you this far. You smelled like an animal, which was irritating. Took another breath. Okay. Back in charge. Just because you saw the Warp again didn’t mean a thing. You had survived then, would survive now. Back in charge. Cleaning your face once more, you began walking again. Your muscles were screaming from the tension you had put them through, but you ignored it. Never show weakness, not even in the places of your allies. Perhaps especially not then. You glanced around you, regaining awareness. Ceilings hundreds of meters high, the quiet murmur of conversations as the Chapter Serfs went about their lives. Banners and statues were displayed everywhere, showing a hundred centuries of victories. You didn’t have time to really look at them, as one of the serfs made to approach you. You noted that he kept his eyes carefully downcast, and you activated your sensors. Everything here was human. The walls gleamed with tens of thousands of psyker wards, and you could feel the Grey Knights behind you like towering angels. You were in the right place anyway. “Inquisitor Ohone.” Interesting that they went with that rank, as opposed to any of your others. “Hi there.” You smiled easily. “Don’t suppose you have any wine? It was a cold walk out there.” The serf bowed. “Of course, madam. While it’s arriving, would you please follow me?” “Where are we going?” “The Sanctum. You are expected.” “By whom?” The serf didn’t reply, just kept walking. You followed, and within a few hundred meters the wine had arrived. You drank half, gave the glass back. Back in charge. “How far is it there?” “Not far.” That turned out to be a lie. It was a couple kilometers as you descended even further into the fortress. You began seeing more Grey Knights and less serfs, and you could feel the psychic pressure building up around you. It was like walking towards a hurricane, and the only time you had felt similar was when Edourd had really let loose. And these were just the wards… Finally, a vast door of ceramite, inscribed with even more runes. It was enough to make the air vibrate, and the serf bowed. “This is far as I go. One of the Knights will take you further.” At the base of the gate, almost invisible, a Space Marine stirred, walked to you. Its voice was a rumble. “Inquisitor Ohone. If you would.” You nodded, and he turned, the gate opening silently. You walked cautiously inside, seeing a vault that made your Family’s look like a rubbish heap. Hundreds of thousands of books, relics, items, sacred objects, obscure bits of technology. You had to resist the urge to begin cataloguing it immediately - there were dozens of Grey Knights here, researching. At the other side of the massive chamber, another door. It was an energy field of some sort, and you were fairly sure it was related to stasis fields. You looked at it curiously, even as the Grey Knight nodded to you. “I can go here and no further. Please follow Senior Librarian Morvael into the Librarium.” A Nemesis force blade reached out, touched the field. You were startled to notice it ripple - it shouldn’t have been able to even interact with it. Was Morvael looking smug? He looked smug. He walked into the rippling field, and you followed cautiously. There was so much here you didn’t understand, and you wished you had the time to study it all. This chamber was far smaller, with anti-daemonic wards on every inch of every surface. A few thousand tomes and scrolls waited, and many of them were in their own circles of silver or iron. They seemed to mutter angrily to themselves, and sometimes the pages turned when they thought you weren’t looking. The room was lined with fireplaces and study tables, and the chairs were adapted for Space Marine size. Morvael walked you to the other side of the room, where figures had gathered, and then bowed and withdrew. You got the feeling that it would be a very bad idea to go exploring on your own, and you looked to the figures for an explanation. Met the aged eyes of Inquisitor Kozilek. “Hello Ohone.”
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Sep 13, 2015 23:15
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Nod. "Hey Boss."
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Sep 13, 2015 23:21
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Oh crap. Wait. Did we betray him? It's hard to keep track. I think the last time we had anything from him was during the trial when he told us to win. Anything after that?
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We haven't betrayed him. We told Edourd we would, sort of, to a limited extent, but didn't do even that.
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Sep 13, 2015 23:24
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Oh that's all right then. We lie to people all the time. He'd understand.
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Sep 13, 2015 23:26
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Sep 13, 2015 23:29
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Waci posted:Nod. "Hey Boss." This one.
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Sep 13, 2015 23:31
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I don't think we've betrayed him specifically, but we probably did betray his ideals, what with his being an ultra-orthodox dude and us constantly flirting on the edge of heresy. Mind you, probably our biggest violation of Orthodoxy (Athena et al.) came before we were fully aware what sort of dude Kozilek was, so...technically we weren't specifically betraying him?
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That's disagreement over doctrine, not betrayal. He might not like it, but there's a decent chance of justifying it. Plus, he almost certainly knew our family background when he recruited us.
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Sep 13, 2015 23:34
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I think we would be letting him down if we hadn't been plotting like we have. Now touching the daemon button in our mind would be a whole different story
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Waci posted:That's disagreement over doctrine, not betrayal. To a Puritan Inquisitor, how much of a difference is there between the two concepts? But yeah, I don't think we've done anything to specifically gently caress with him, just stuff that he might violently disagree with.
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