As it approached, the Lord found the trail ending at the slumped form of one of the young race, all breath gone from the frail female body that had apparently chosen to pass on in as peaceful a setting as it could manage. Nothing stirred in the Necron Lord as he looked upon what had been a beautiful specimen. Her death had been necessary. She was just like the flowers in the room. She had to die.

She had to die.

The words rang even more hollow every time the Necron repeated the directive. The dim soul stirring once again as though remembering something, someone who had once been important to it. The young creature meant nothing, but the way the rising sun cast its light on her from a hole in the chamber roof cast the scene in new meaning. That dim memory of someone who had once been the world to the Lord. Who was she?

It could not answer the questions. It had been far too long and she had been dead from the moment it had become what it was. But who was she? There was only a query unanswered. It had been deemed unimportant.

But something stirred nonetheless, the shadow of a memory that seemed to defy the Lord's own nature. Gentle chimes that rang in a sad, wind-blown melody that was all the Necrontyr had known as music when they lived and died under a withering sun. It reached down to the corpse of the young female, and dragged her up into its arms in an awkward embrace. Had she been so heavy when held in his arms? What was it that they did when it held her so? What were those hushed words about being together forever? All scrambled. All lost.

There in the memory of the ringing chimes, in the futile search for identity amongst the ashes of love it was no longer capable of comprehending, the Necron Lord began a slow waltz. The corpse was unimportant, the memory was forever out of reach... but yet there in it all as the sun passed over time and time again the Necron Lord found something that felt like peace.

The chimes looped. Time passed.

New information interrupted the idle activity of the Lord. The chimes were forgotten, the dance was ended. The corpse was nothing more than crushed and broken bones scattered about the room where they had rotted off to be bleached in the passing light. Without water or nutrients to feed them the flowers had long died off, their colours fading as they drooped then rotted.

The Necron Lord left that place, and never again did it return to the chamber.

You can make me love again Mister Necron Lord.

>>3962296
>icanhascheezeburgers.com

I've never gone from melancholic to angry so quickly.

>>3962316
It was till 5th edition changed it.

Glancing...

>>3962296

yes, do us all a favor, delete it and then post real man tears

>>3962327
I removed my post, not the time nor place.

Glad you guys liked it. It was running around in my head all day. A far cry from the usual herpaderp Kharn and etc shenanigans I usually write.

Honestly I teared up a little when I was writing it, picturing the Necron lord with the dead human in its arms as she wasted further away over time, the Necron Lord dancing to a tune only it could hear, which was unto itself the sad chiming of a people who lived short, sad lives trying desperately to escape a horrible existence under a dying sun.

>Its directives met and the Necron force

Replace the 'and' with a comma. It sounds better.

>Its directives met, the necron force
or
>Their directives met,

>>3962397
The "Its" refers to the Necron Lord, not the Necron force. I should probably change it to be clearer.

>the sad chiming of a people who lived short, sad lives trying desperately to escape a horrible existence under a dying sun.

This is the essence of grimdark.

>>3962377

awesome

>>3962406
Actually, on second glance, I quite like the vagueness, though there is probably a better way of phrasing it. If you could have it so it refers to primarily 'lord', but secondarily 'the necron force', it'd convey nicely the single focus and lack of individuality necrons enjoy.

Still, change 'and' with the comma regardless.

It was that part at the end that really struck me, the fact that the lord was waltzing there for years before new directives had moved him back to his duties.

Lovely story.

>>3962443
Will do. Thanks for the help. I usually fire and forget this stuff but this one just hangs there in my heart. I think it came from all the Necron talk I've been involved in lately, about the Necron Lords and how some are 'broken', and I asked myself "In what ways can something that once thought and felt be broken?"

It's kind of like the old Thousand Sons Marine thing we used to throw around here, only it's more sad for us than it is for the Necron Lord who had what could be considered a decade (possibly century) spanning hiccup in its processes.

>>3962422
Picture related.

In the end, all things fade.

>>3962553

Nothing ever ends.

>>3962571
And though my tears dry up where they landed, it does not change that they fell.

I TOO ONCE LOVED

What is it like to waltz with a Necron Lord? ;_;

>>3962576
"Who was she?"

And the question echoes.

>>3962678
Horrible. They've got two left feet.

Assembly malfunction, doncha know.

>>3962678
A dance that lasts as people live and die, as time erodes everything to dust but it lives on. Immortal and utterly broken.

>>3962714

Like Vampires!

>>3962718
Only the Necron Lord doesn't need to stop for snack breaks.

>>3962422
source?

also OP that was an great little story

>>3962740
Thanks. It's definitely my own personal favourite of all the ones I've written for /tg/. Wasn't quite expecting so many tears images from it, but I'm glad it captured the melancholy I was trying to put in it.

>>3962776
what else did you write?

He just zones out and dances. For, like, a month. That's awesome.

>>3962810
>a month

I saw it as more, perhaps decades or even centuries.

>>3962820
me too.
so long the body has practically decomposed.

>>3962800
I'm Khârn-Writer, mostly because I write Khârn related stories (originally on /b/, but came here when /tg/ kicked into gear). You know, the heck of a guy crud. I've written a lot of other stuff, most recently a few Idranel stories, the "Crank on the Ork Gun" story. I did that Father's Day thing with the guardsman thinking about his father, and how he'll never see him again.

And also Lofn being flushed down a Craftworld toilet.

I write a lot, but it's always short, and usually silly.

>>3962810
More like decades, actually.

>>3962839
RESPECT KNUCKLES
I do love most of your work, espicially the serious things.

>>3962839
oh you wrote those? i liked that kharn stuff. ill go look for the rest on 1d4chan

>>3962856
There's a lot of stuff I've written for /tg/ that isn't on there, or other archive places (heck, I don't think you'll find my name anywhere on those places). I like to slip stuff into threads when people aren't looking and see if they notice.

But this story is most definitely something I'll jump around waving my arms about to own up for. Not simply because it won't get me lynch-mobbed, but because it gets me right there, in that spot where I used to have a heart.

>>3962884
do you save what you write?

>>3962895
Not always, and it's all higgledy piggledy all over my hard-drive when I do. I'm looking through it now and man, sorting this is something I'm going to have to do. My Dark Heresy stats and my stories and my other stuff are all over one another and I think they're having babies together.

>>3962928
oh ok. well if you ever find it post it on /tg/

>>3963377
Hell, post it on 1d4Chan in a place of honor!

Polbo serán mas polbo enamorado

And thus begins the journey of the Rogue Necrons... the Life crons... The Licrons

Now THIS, is impressive. This is the sort of thing I want to see in their next codex.

Nicely done OP.

>>3962839
I felt myself tear up a little. No tears fell, but it's still a very good tale.

Can I have the "Crank on the Ork Gun" story? Never read it, though I've read most of your Kharn tales.