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Anonymous05/02/25, 12:44No.6233721Champion of Malice Quest #1
The winds blow hard across Ger IV, rolling aside the small stones that cover its dry plains and sending chunks of scrap metal tumbling across the dark dirt. The sky glows with the iridescent swirls of a warp storm, its dancing clouds gently descending to kiss the earth or scar it with the explosive touch of celestial lightning. The colorful display dances across the scarred and blackened pieces of a Battle Barge, the broken metal groaning as the gusts buffet its battered hide. In the shadow of this wreck a solitary figure stands, his armor warped and broken, black blood slowly oozing out, he is…
>Decarn Hexan, last of the Galvanized Brethren (Iron Hand successors)
>Tiber Castellan, last of the Lances of Sol (Imperial Fists successors)
>Munkh Sargat, last of the Interdictors (White Scar successors)
>Zuhn Bellator, last of the Glaives of the Emperor (Ultramarine successors)
>Write-in
(For the write-in I'd only need a name, parent chapter, and general idea of a chapter badge.)
As an open question while I wait for votes, is there any peculiar parts of 40,000 that you would want to see explored? While the story will loosely keep to 3rd-5th edition content, I'm open to incorporating or modifying other parts of the franchise or fanon and fitting them in.
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Anon05/02/25, 13:02No.6233725
>Decarn Hexan, last of the Galvanized Brethren (Iron Hand successors)
64E
Anon05/02/25, 13:04No.6233728
>Zuhn Bellator, last of the Glaives of the Emperor (Ultramarine successors)
FYI, this site was down for an extended period recently after a hack, so this quest may start slowly as voters slowly return after thinking the site was gone for good.As for what stokes interest? Dark Mechanicum and how chaos cults survive getting put down.
uWG
Anon05/02/25, 18:04No.6233882
>Munkh Sargat, last of the Interdictors (White Scar successors)
Gottofast
XzB
Anon05/02/25, 18:46No.6233891
>Decarn Hexan, last of the Galvanized Brethren (Iron Hand successors)
0kh
Anon05/02/25, 20:53No.6233949
>Zuhn Bellator, last of the Glaives of the Emperor (Ultramarine successors)
FUCK Dad, FUCK the Imperium, FUCK the Emperor, FUCK this horrible galaxy and the FILTHY MAGGOTS that writhe within it and above all else FUCK Chaos.
3r7
Anon05/02/25, 21:08No.6233956
>Decarn Hexan, last of the Galvanized Brethren (Iron Hand successors)None of that gay nu-lore shit with a mom, Just good old Big E being retarded
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Anon05/02/25, 23:21No.6234000
>>Zuhn Bellator, last of the Glaives of the Emperor (Ultramarine successors)Orks being terrifying to humans. Eldar being dangerous glass cannons for marines, and terrifying to humans. Nids just being terrifying. Chaos corruption. Guard and PDF dying like flies. The crumbling corrupted structure of the imperium always creaking and infighting but never falling.
RTq
Anon05/03/25, 24:28No.6234040
>Munkh Sargat, last of the Interdictors (White Scar successors)
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Anon05/03/25, 04:04No.6234156
>>Zuhn Bellator, last of the Glaives of the Emperor (Ultramarine successors)
sAa
Anon05/03/25, 06:07No.6234210
>>Tiber Castellan, last of the Lances of Sol (Imperial Fists successors)
OfY
Anon05/03/25, 12:58No.6234317
>Zuhn Bellator, last of the Glaives of the Emperor (Ultramarine successors)
Minor factions and alien species
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Anon05/03/25, 18:48No.6234523
Going to keep the vote open a bit longer while I go get lunch. But I have to say I'm a bit surprised at the current votes for chapters, I hope marine names aren't a factor.
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Anon05/03/25, 23:35No.6234677
>Decarn Hexan, last of the Galvanized Brethren (Iron Hand successors): 3
>Tiber Castellan, last of the Lances of Sol (Imperial Fists successors): 1
>Munkh Sargat, last of the Interdictors (White Scar successors): 2
>Zuhn Bellator, last of the Glaives of the Emperor (Ultramarine successors): 6The distant sons of Guilliman have it. Writing
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Anon05/04/25, 24:27No.6234714
Zuhn Bellator, last of the Glaives of the Emperor ,and with a final scrape across his pauldron, the Glaives of the Emperor dies. He stares disdainfully at the wreck of the Battle Barge before breaking into a sprint, his chipped and worn boots thundering as they push against the ground. He spares a gaze to what remains of the power glaive and Imperial Aquila painted on the side of the massive wreck. The Righteous Edge, she had ferried Zuhn and his battle brothers through many crusades, too many. When the command from the High Lords of Terra to stem the influence of Chaos within the Ger sector reached the Chapter’s ears they did not slow from their warpath, even after…>Breaking Waaaagh! MadKlaw in the Zeraphon Expanse
>Banishing the Renegades of the Velvet Palm back to the warp in Cindar Vale
>Crushing the Rebellious Platform Barons of Hollon Rift
>Silencing the Raids of the Dark Eldar Kabal Thorns of the MirrorGloom in Morvax Reach
>Scouring Jadath’s Shroud of the vile Hrud
>Defeating the Tyranids of Hive Fleet Ziz at Vectron’s Halo
>Write-InHad bled them. But perhaps another victory had emboldened the Chapter, and the reputation of their>Invincible Marches
>Graceful Fighting Style
>Devastating Deep Strikes
>Avant Garde Tactics
>Phenomenal Psychic Power
>Write-InWas far from unfounded, and so the Glaives departed to the system to end the Heretic threat.
KDd
Anon05/04/25, 07:21No.6234953
A Malal champion is kino af, but what should our deeper reason / beliefs be?
There's a wide variety of options to work with, and it'd be a huge missed opportunity if we hate chaos for something as common as "revenge" or "they're evil".It'd be neat to have fallen to/chosen Malal for a unique reason.
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Anon05/05/25, 07:00No.6235710
>Banishing the Renegades of the Velvet Palm back to the warp in Cindar Vale: 3
>Defeating the Tyranids of Hive Fleet Ziz at Vectron’s Halo: 2
>Breaking Waaaagh! MadKlaw in the Zeraphon Expanse: 1
>Silencing the Raids of the Dark Eldar Kabal Thorns of the MirrorGloom in Morvax Reach: 1
>Scouring Jadath’s Shroud of the vile Hrud: 1>Avant Garde Tactics: 5
>Invincible Marches: 1
>Phenomenal Psychic Power: 1
Votes counted, writing.
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Anon05/05/25, 13:36No.6235858
The Chapter did not idle as they prepared to again face the renegade menace, and swiftly all manner of plans, contingencies, and training was put into place to bring Ger back into compliance.Unfortunately, the best laid plans of men are often disrupted, and the last campaign of the Glaives was no different.It started aboard the Righteous Edge as it sailed through the eldritch torrent of the Warp; the old mechanisms that protected the vessel from the ghostly tide failed. The gellar field’s collapse brought the horrors of the Warp rushing into the Battle Barge. For an uncountable number of days you fought against the demons of chaos and beasts of the Immaterium alongside…>The Shifting Blade (1st Sphere: deception, feints, battlefield inversion)
>The Fractured Line (2nd Sphere: disruption, hit-and-fade, command decapitation)
>The Silent Chorus (3rd Sphere: psychological warfare, vox distortion, terror ops)
>The Pale Bloom (4th Sphere: prototype deployment, exotic/destroyer wargear)
>The Last Echo (5th Sphere: predictive analysis, postmortem combat theory)
>The Bound Paradox (6th Sphere: reserve force and counter-intuitive strike units)
>The Gilded Vein (7th Sphere: symbolic warfare, ritualized battlefield gestures)
>The Iron Mantle (8th Sphere: heavy support, siege tactics, fallback bastion)It was there, within the carnage of survival that you heard the dark whisperings of something larger rattle within your skull. It emanated from an ancient, smoldering antipathy that has been with you as a neophyte. A pale hate, far from the burning zeal that the chaplains from your Chapter and others extolled. Its baleful glow only grew as you ran down the warp spawned and possessed, and the black voice it brought increased in volume as your vessel was spat from the tearing flows of the Immaterium into the waiting arms of a warp storm.The Righteous Edge, wounded by its travel through the warp, moved in vain to avoid the drafts of the storm. A futile gesture, done only in the hopes of buying time for the Chapter to survive, you were…>Left aboard the vessel, continuing to combat the demons as the ship broke apart and fell into the planet’s atmosphere
>Thrown into a drop pod, unrestrained as it hurtled towards the surface
>Dragged by the winds of the warp storm into its maelstrom
>Transferred by the dying Teleportarium onto the earth of Ger IV
>Spirited away by a prototype deployment system, guided by a psycho-reactive beacon
>Descending towards the surface in one of the remaining Thunderhawks, it’s very hull coming apart during the last voyage
>Write-In
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Anon05/06/25, 13:54No.6236503
You were one of the few survivors left aboard the Righteous Edge as she began to fall to Ger IV’s gravity, unleashing the dread weapons of The Pale Bloom upon the demons as the Battle Barge began to fall. Supernatural blood and the exhaust of destroyer weaponry stained and peeled the color from your power armor, you gave the warpspawn all that you could get your hands on, and too often you were left emptying the weapons of your slain battle-brothers. You noticed your doomed status well before the groan of the ship’s unraveling echoed through its corridors. The perforations within the venerable began to howl as they drank of the planet’s atmosphere, and already the craftiest of the monsters began to crawl out of these breaches. Soon you were left with only the blood thirstiest, charging you as the Righteous Edge split apart, the deafening noises and steady burning doing little to draw your attention from annihilating your foes. Soon you were left with only the pieces of the battle for company, your gaze cast towards the storm as you felt the ship fracture and send you plummeting towards the surface. As the atmosphere tore it further apart, you could only stare at the maelstrom and its eldritch inhabitants. You wished that the entire Immaterium was a beast, that you may wring its neck and choke out its misshapen life. As the heat grew you did not consign yourself to the God Emperor’s grace, nor bellowed a curse upon your enemies that had cast you to your doom. As your mind blackened, its one thought was that you may persist, to deliver the destruction that had set upon you unto all, and in the final seconds of awareness, something murmured a way for it to be so.It was this same whisper that roused you from the void of unconsciousness, its voice quieting as the pains of survival flowed from body to mind. You surveyed the result of your arrival, the bent metal, smoldering wrecks, broken bodies, and what remained of the Righteous Edge. The same dark musings compelled you towards the hulk.The reminiscence over, Zuhn Bellator turns from the faded insignia of his former chapter and enters into the broken Battle Barge. It is dark, and deathly silent, no wailing klaxon, no buzzing alarm, not even the dying drones of a cogitator echo within the hall. You march, guided by memory and instinct. You enter what remains of the shrine chapel, the iconography broken and twisted, scattered on the floor alongside the mangled bodies of serfs and marines, you gaze at your reflection for the first time since you embarked on this crusade, your bruised and scarred visage staring back at you in the dim reflection of a broken altar. Narrowing your gaze, you see three eyes emerging from the dark, staring over your shoulder.(Cont.)
KyB
Anon05/11/25, 09:57No.6239297
You rise, the dim glow emanating from your halo only revealing more of the defaced chapel as you stare at the shadowed form of your patron, its dark form not receding from the grim light of your crown. The wages of faith displayed in broken triptychs, fractured icons, and dead bodies. The Emperor’s Glaives were no band of naive crusaders, no unbloodied whiteshield new to the horrors of the warp, but they were destroyed all the same. If you are to face the horror and live, you need more than the armaments of man and the light of the distant Astronomicon. You look again at your gloomy reflection, the light of your halo only accentuating the darkness surrounding you.“Your gift better work demon, I’ll brave the beasts of the warp to show you my disappointment firsthand.” You level at the dark.A laugh escapes the shadows, eyes narrowing in good humor.
“As if I would curse someone so spiteful. Your aura will serve you well space marine. Now tend to your Chapter’s relics, they hunger for the Chaos blood approaching.”
With that the darkness withdraws, leaving you alone with the pale illumination of your nimbus.You exit the Chapel, resuming your original march towards the depths of the barge’s armories. The door guarding the most venerable of your Chapter’s equipment remains closed, clawed at by hands human and beast. You pick up a narrow piece of scrap and drive it between the bulkheads.Your muscles as you pry the door open, the metal snapping in twain. You toss the other half to the floor with a clatter, and push open the door by hand. Your eyes widen in shock at the contents of the armory…Cont.
KyB
Anon05/14/25, 10:05No.6241216
“You court death apostate.” You announce as you step out of the shadows, allowing the cultists to gaze upon your armored and haloed form.The turncoat guardsman raises his chainsword to you and readies his pistol. “SPACE MARINE! I WILL HAVE YOUR HE-”You do not allow him the luxury of finishing his challenge, the Blast Pistol raised with speed to aim at the heretic’s head. Only the soft whisper of the lasgun gives any indication that it was fired, and you see the aspiring cultit’s head vaporize. The smoking body and its weapons dropping to the ground.His escorts are unnerved by the sudden loss of their superior, looking dumbfounded at his headless corpse. You do not allow this surprise to be lost, and you weave back behind the walls of the wreck. A few laser shots ring out behind you, scorching the beaten inside of the Battle Barge. You charge into the dark, turning to let your superior senses hear the rantings of the cultists from the other side. Activating the prototype device attached to your armor, turning translucent as you walk through the adamantium walls like a ghost. You exit and tower over one of the armored entourage, he turns around to see you bringing your knife down on him. He winces as the blade passes through his chest, stares at you bewildered as he sees no cut. His mouth opens to speak, but nothing rattles out of his throat. He points at you as his jaw remains agape, trying to piece together what you have done to him. He spasms as he turns around, gesturing towards himself, begging his fell brethren for help. Now blood flows from his maw, spat out violently as he shudders with the last of his death throes and falls to the ground with a thud.The other better armed renegade shudders violently as he attempts to level his lasgun at you. You let the edge of your knife glide through his throat. Swiftly you holster your pistol, setting the free hand upon your foe’s helmet and grasping hard. With ease you rip his head off holding it high as his body goes low to the remaining cultists.Stubbers, clubs, and daggers, raised in defiance against you, now clatter to the floor as screams of horror and lamentations rise from the motley band.“DA GAWDS HAF ABANDOHNED USS!”
“P-PLEHZ... HAF MERSEE!”
“W-WEE... WEE’V FAILD!!”
“LAWRD, SAVE USS!!”The cultists exclaim as they begin to retreat, scrambling away as fast as their legs can take them with no care for their comrades.>Threaten them into subservience
>Taunt them and say their gods will be destroyed just as easily as them
>Stalk them into their camp
>Chase and exterminate them
>Write-in
UpE
Anon05/14/25, 15:16No.6241301
>Threaten them into subservience
Cannon fodder are good for us to sneak-execute true menaces.
KyB
Anon05/17/25, 10:22No.6243054
“Run to your masters, they will suffer even worse than you!” You shout at the fleeing cultists as you hurl the head of the decapitated before them. Following them at a brisk pace to further their horror, you make a few easy shots with your sidearm. The silent death sent the surviving cultist into even further hysterics. Many stumble during their retreat, left to your nonexistent mercy. Most raise their hands in surrender or in an instinctual effort to protect themselves. They are left drowning in their own vitae or smoldering from a gaping hole blasted into them. A choice few try to cry out for one of their gods to bring them salvation. You do not give them such a chance, and your boots are soon stained a deep crimson. You hear the other runners shout for help from the chaos gods, and you exclaim a taunt at this fruitless begging. “Call your gods, so they may weep at their coming fate!”As you split apart the last cultist by laser and blade you turn to take in your handiwork. The mutilated bodies creating a trail to the wreck of the Righteous Edge. You turn again to see what the bootlicks of chaos were fleeing towards. Off the horizon you see it, the spires and hab blocks clustered around a spaceport. The capital of Ger IV, Tiller’s Landing. Flames and smoke waft from the urban sprawl, some you spy as the result of fallen debris, others smoldering from bonfires. You flick the blood off your knife as you contemplate.>Sneak into the city and search for the upper echelons of the planetary cult
>Approach the city and challenge the cult leaders
>Return to the crash site and wait for your victims to come to you
>Write-inI'm contemplating using a rpg system for upcoming rolls, I'd like to know if a system like this would be enjoyable or if it needs refiningZuhn BellatorStats:
Corpus: 100
Sanity: 100
Armor Class: 10Traits:
>Maligned Halo
A halo of invented light, emits a soul-presence that stifles psychic, demonic, faith and warp based abilities. The presence also weakens the morale of those nearby.>Sphere Veteran
Zuhn is a veteran of the Pale Bloom sphere, and is therefore a master of weaponry.>Ghostplate harness
The Ghostplate harness allows the wearer to turn spectral and pass through matter.
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Anon05/17/25, 22:34No.6243393
>Sneak into the city and search for the upper echelons of the planetary cult
KyB
Anon05/19/25, 22:00No.6244811
Unanimous vote for sneaking into the city.
>Roll 1d20, DC:15. Bo3
C9A
Anon05/21/25, 09:11No.6245684
I wonder what our goal should be in regards to both Chaos, and then the rest of the factions in the galaxy.Simply killing as many followers of the Big Four is just what Khorne would do. I think we should strive towards something more special than that.
Maybe a desire to make them renounce the Ruinous Powers? Cause them to break their faith just as we had? I don't mean redemption; merely watching their devotion falter and their souls abandon the Gods they believed to serve.
KyB
Anon05/22/25, 04:02No.6246054
These whimpering cultists must have something to lead them and all experience would point to them hiding behind the protection of the inner city. You slowly walk into the shadow cast by the dirtied buildings. Some are ruined by battle or space debris, many more are defaced with graffiti celebrating Chaos. The sounds of ritual and celebration permeate the streets, you spy cultists bowing in reverence to their gods or participating in profane acts. The bodies of their enemies, a few you recognize as PDF or locals, hang from streeposts and other outings, supported by impalement or tying. As you sneak deeper into the city, steadily approaching the space port the number of cultists starts to rise sharply. You weave between and into the buildings, deftly avoiding the meandering groups of heathens. Eventually you arrive at an intersection, where pyres burn the armored remains of your former battle brothers. The flames hide some of their wounds, but you see that few were killed by mortal tools. The dents and twists of a harsh fall warp the shape of the armor and have left many of the space marines missing parts of their bodies. You walk towards the road leading to the spaceport entrance, but are quickly sent back as a group of renegades steadily march out of it. You move to outflank the approaching soldiers, but find additional combatants filling the streets. Knowing these movements could only be done to ensnare you, you rush into one of the buildings, expecting to ghost through it and leave the armed horde behind. You are instead blasted by a gust of ethereal wind, nearly knocking you over as you slide back into the street. Your eyes drift to a raised stave, its tip shining a brilliant blue that slowly dims. Its holder is a cloaked man, flanked by a hulking ogryn carrying a brutish hammer and coated woman with two boltpistols holstered across her chest. The sorcerer shouts to you as you glance at the renegades taking aim at you.
“An admirable attempt space marine, but the Changer of Ways has given me clairvoyance well beyond your secrecy.” He speaks to you with his staff still raised in the air.
“Followers of the Chaos Gods, slay the one who has cut down your fellow believers! Blessings shall fall upon he who leaves the offender intact, so his corpus may complete our grand ritual!” He announces to the gathered gunners as he slams his staff into the ground. Swiftly turning away as the two beside him follow him back into the spaceport.You have mere seconds between the sound of autoguns racking echoes through the street to formulate a plan.>Challenge the sorcerer, or at least his henchmen to face you
>Dive into the nearest group of renegades and start hacking them apart
>Try to shoot the sorcerer with your blast pistol
>Call to Malal for assistance
>Write-In
KyB
Anon05/25/25, 21:01No.6248205
Votes tip in favor of attacking the renegades in melee. Challenging the sorcerer is something that can be done in conjunction so before I write and update vote on if Zuhn says anything.to speed up the reply I'll take rolls now, 1d100, Bo3
KyB
Anon05/28/25, 24:54No.6249278
You do not allow yourself to be an easy target and bolt towards the nearest crowd of renegades. They’re taken aback as they see the eight foot superhuman barrel towards them and fade into an intelligible haze. Materializing within the group, you waste now time bringing your knife across their throats and chests, sparing a few the touch of your blade to instead vaporize them with your pistol. Panic sets in the melee, intensifying when the other fel soldiers open fire on the comrades, seeing their sacrifice necessary to end your life and earn the favor of their patrons. You oblige such fratricide, frequently shoving nearby heretics into the spray of bullets. You cut and bash your way into the thick of the mass, your armor managing to hold against the stray autogun rounds and knives striking it. As the gunmen seem to close in on you, you once again use the ghostplate to phase through the staggering crowd, your ghostly form passing through the worn walls of a nearby building. Not allowing the surprise to be wasted, you decide to evade the imminent fire and dash up the building’s stairs, planning to out-maneuver the renegades and reach the spaceport by leaping from building to building. Your strategy is stalled however, when you rush up the stairs to find a cultist kneeling, thrashing about in a profane prayer to a crudely shaped effigy. So transfixed in his worship, the cultist does not notice your arrival.>Kill him and continue your route to the spaceport
>Force him out of his spellbind and pry answers as to what ritual he is a part of
>Defenestrate the cultist to the renegades below
>Write-in
KyB
Anon05/31/25, 10:54No.6250883
You close the distance between yourself and the cultist, he’s completely unaware of your approach. Only when your armored hand grasps his shoulder is his bewitchment broken. He has little time to realize what is happening before he collides with the dirtied glass of a nearby window, only managing to scream as he begins his plummet towards the hard earth. There’s a momentary lull in the gunfire, but it quickly intensifies towards the floor you were on, shattering remaining glass and perforating the walls with bullet holes. You let the renegades continue to unload on the apartment as you dash towards the wall, using the ghostplate to turn into a phantom and leap through to one of the final structures just outside the walls of the spaceport. Your attempt to exit the building is interrupted by the deafening boom of high explosive, you cover your body against the debris as you catch a glimpse of another rabble of soldiers stationed outside the spaceport, armed with grenade launchers in conjunction with their various guns. As you move to cover you hear the echoes of dozens of boots clacking against the pavement, maneuvering to try and surround you.>Snipe the grenadiers with your blast pistol
>Head downstairs and phase through the wall to disrupt the renegades’ encirclement
>Double back into the other buildings and try to shake your pursuers
>Search for anything that may be aiding your enemies in finding you
>Charge the spaceport guards and fight your way inside
>Write-in
KyB
Anon06/05/25, 08:26No.6253158
You rush down the stairs as the building shudders from the impact of another blast. You charge at the wall, ghosting through it and intersecting the renegades creeping around the walls. You knife comes down on the one nearest to your right, you don’t even bother to look at him die as your head swivels to aim your blast pistol, it’s invisible beam boring through four other soldiers lined up neatly. Your attack has staggered the encirclement and you hurry to capitalize on it. Hacking apart the others, you rapidly cut your way into the group that had given you chase. The corrupted troopers run out of the building and charge in to help their fellow gunmen. Their shouts of your impending doom and cries to the dark gods waver as you continue to effortlessly slice and burn the lot of them. As you are thinning their numbers, you spy some of the spaceport guards preparing their explosive launchers. You deftly reposition to cover yourself from the incoming blast, letting the other soldiers take the brunt of their comrades’ volley. As the smoke clears and giblets hit the pavement, you raise your laser to end the grenadier’s assault. Time seems to slow as your enhanced senses raise the barrel of your pistol towards an exposed array of grenades strapped across one of the soldiers' backs. There is no indication of your success or failure as you pull the trigger, a brief silence as your weapon fires with no visual feedback. Then the mob blocking the spaceport explodes into flame, broken bodies and shattered equipment thrown and scattered across the ground. You see a few survivors squirm and claw at the ground. You ignore them, content to leave them to an anguished death as your armored gaze is turned towards the worn space port.>Charge directly in to the port
>Attempt to sneak into the facility
>Prepare an ambush for the sorcerer and his entourage
>write-in
VX1
Anon06/16/25, 01:13No.6259054
You elect to draw the sorcerer and his lickboots out of their hiding and kill them in the open. You look over the structure of the space port, spying cameras open and hidden, their construction makes their sightlines easily known. You drag the now dead remains of some of the renegades around, making sure the optics catch your disrespect but not your tinkering with the remaining explosives. After setting the corpses in their place you move to the buildings ringing around the port, creeping up and down the stairs and swiftly maiming the inhabitants. You make an effort to ensure their deaths are witnessed, and you take special care to leave a group of cultists engrossed deeply in ritual swinging above the streets. Finally you force an unfortunate turncoat armed with a vox to relay your taunts to his leader.
“I curse you and your idolaters sorcerer. Your band will suffer five score what my battle brothers did if you do not face me. I await your death in the shadow of my vessel.”
He stammers as he repeats your false challenge. His use complete you squeeze the trigger on your blast pistol and let the headless, smoking body of the soldier drop.Quickly you phase between the buildings, clambering up the walls of the space port. You stealthily move to the edge to witness a squad of coat wearing heretics lead by the woman you saw earlier. Bolt pistols and power weapons are drawn and ready as they move cautiously outwards, scanning the nearby buildings and taking in your handiwork. You spot their first mistake as one too curious cultist moves over to examine his comrade’s butchered body. You aim your gun and fire at the grenade hidden just under the cadaver. The explosion overwhelms whatever sound the invisible beam would have left, and you see the heretic’s lines falter from the blast. You leap from your vantage point, only the woman managing to see your arrival and fruitlessly fire one of her pistols at you. Your ceramite boot snaps one of the men in twain, and the shocked faces of his fellows turn to face you. To their credit they do not flee, and even muster some jeers against you.
W7W
Anon06/16/25, 22:18No.6259452
>Silence the sorcerer’s magics first, then deal with his bodyguard
VX1
Anon06/18/25, 03:28No.6260365
Updating for silencing the sorcerer's magic's first. I need three d100s
VX1
Anon06/21/25, 07:12No.6262459
The sorcerer’s magics are the real threat in this brawl. You will stop his interference first. You shuffle back, goading the ogryn into charging at you. As the abhuman surges towards you, you let the train of muscle pass through your ghostly form. Your drawing is quicker than the sorcerer's incantations and you stop his attempts to corral you back into his bodyguard’s range with multiple precision shots from your blast pistol. He holds his staff high as it shines violently as the unseen beams impact it. With the heretic on the defensive you speedily close the gap, preventing his oversized guard from coming between the two of you again. You strike at him with your knife, the clashing of its blade against the staff handle as he struggles to keep up with your strikes. You let the edge pass through the handle, watching the sorcerer stagger back in shock at his rod coming apart in two. You promptly kick him out of the scuffle, hearing ribs shatter as your ceramite boot collides with his chest and sends him airborne for a scant few moments.The ogryn’s wrathful cry reaches you just before he does. But you are ready, and leap out of the way of his crushing hammer blow. Without the sorcerer’s winds, outmaneuvering the brute is a task fit for a neophyte. You taunt him into one more strike. “Your master made a mistake to choose you.” You sidestep the swing he gives as an answer, and vault onto his back. You plunge your knife through his crude helmet, and yank it back through his thick skull. You jump off as the ogryn releases his hammer and brings his hands towards his head, trying to assuage the fatal pain before he slumps over and enters his death throes. Your attention turns towards the sorcerer trying to recover from his injuries. He raises a hand as you stand over him.“Mercy space marine, mercy.” The sorcerer’s voice trembles, thick with both fear and ambition. “Your victory is given by the dark gods, I will gladly give my knowledge to your pursuits if you spare me. Surely you can see that you’ve been blessed by Chaos.” He says as he points at your halo. You say nothing as you allow the silence to further wear the magician. “The cultists here will obey my commands, there is a warband within the system who strikes against Ger V. I have brokered pacts with them, I know their designs. Spare me and this knowledge is yours.”>Kill the sorcerer
>Spare him and enlist his aide
>Reveal your patron to the magician
>Write-in