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If you’re a die-hard lover of canon, I suggest you turn away now. Like all things 40k, the gauntlet runs from “worshipping the printed word” to “over the top silliness.” Most of the time it’s somewhere in between. Others it swerves hard to one side and/or breaks this model entirely. You’ve been warned in advance.

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Best of three rolls when it’s called for, with a 1 or a 100 instantly taking precedence. If multiple characteristics are being rolled for, each 1d100 counts for its respective test. Any rolls prior to the call for one and those not linking said post will be ignored.

Infamy-based rerolls are not available. However, you can tempt me with overly-convoluted explanations for a keikaku dōri moment. No promises though.

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As you wait for your miniature fleet of starships to be ready you once again browse through the dossiers of your acolytes from the pleasure of your Blood Bath. You’re mostly glossing over the reports, letting the Cinder doll atop your head prompt your reading speed. Only a few things stand out to you from your second reading. One of which is the name of one of the Sisters: Sonja. She’s perhaps the most stable (in the Imperial sense) of the female militants you’ve been given via Dhar, hailing from a now-extinct Order of Sisters. The sole survivor’s compatriots are noticeably more unhinged, especially given the suicidal nature of the Repentias. If you can make Sonja fall the rest of the Sisters will tumble like dominos.

Which makes your next course of action all the more important. You’re still set on trying to corrupt a Shrine World while you wait for Cinder but you’ve yet to pick a planet in particular. Ideally the process would speed the initiation of your acolytes into the Chaos Family while further exposing the incompetence of the Inquisition at large. Thus, you narrow down the candidates keeping that in mind until you have two remaining.

First is the world of Valon Urr. An otherwise unassuming planet in the Golgenna Reach, its surface is completely covered by a massive jungle. Some even liken the world to be a second Catachan (though with a significantly less chance of death.) Fully subjugating the world might prove to be difficult due to the terrain but might also yield better Chaos Cultists for it.

(cont)

>>37556092

The second option is Maccabeus Quintus. A holy pilgrimage site, the otherwise barren desert world is home to many powerful Ecclesiarcial entities such as the Black Order and the Drusian Cult. There’s also the Imperial Guard Regiments of the Maccabian Janissaries to consider. Between them and the involvement of the Ordo Malleus, the populace will be extremely resistant to corruption. Fanatically and blindly so. But that might make throwing the planet into Chaos all the more delicious.

As your eyes lazily wander over your data slate you come up with a third option: Oashadus. Origin of the Order that Sanja belonged to, the Oceanic Shrine World could possibly aid in the Sister’s corruption. After all, nothing helps drive a person to Chaos like seeing their homeworld’s lies exposed. Especially when the largest of said lies is that the populace is venerating a daemon prince (to the best of your knowledge).

Your musings are interrupted as a message flashes across the data slate’s screen. It seems that the resupply of the Raptor is complete and that the last of your acolytes are now aboard. Lucius and the Inferno are also standing by waiting for your orders.

Time to make a decision.

> [1] To Valon Urr!
> [2] Maccabeus Quintus it is.
> [3] Head for the beaches of Oashadus.

>>37556126
Kindly disregard

>>37556197
>>37556183
> [3] Head for the beaches of Oashadus.

>>37556126
>[3] Head for the beaches of Oashadus.

>>37556126
> [3] Head for the beaches of Oashadus.

>>37556126
> [3] Head for the beaches of Oashadus.

>>37556126
>[3] Head for the beaches of Oashadus.

What better to get headpat... I mean prove our superior Daemonic prowess than turn the entire world into our personal summer beach-house...

>>37556126
>> [2] Maccabeus Quintus it is.

>>37556126
>[1] To Valon Urr!

Hm.

Well after a change of heart it seems [3] is the winner.

Writing...

>>37556126

The longer you think on it the more Oashadus stands out. The other worlds would more than likely keep you tied down for awhile compared to the Oceanic Shrine World. Perhaps detrimentally so depending on when Cinder returns. Thus you pull yourself out of the blood bath, get dressed, and start to make your way towards the Navigator’s Chambers. You could let the glorified tree Acerea left behind handle the period of travel through the Warp but doing it yourself means you’ll actually arrive on time and without incident. The perks of being a daemon with the power to tug at the strings of fate and all that.

It only takes you but five minutes to come up with a flight plan once you’ve gazed into the currents of the Immaterium. You pass it along to Captains Tigurius and Lucius and wait for the transition from realspace. After the world goes yellow for a moment you sigh and relax. Old habits die hard, even human ones. Daemon you may be but there’s always a chance of something bad happening when you enter and exit the Warp.

“You have a message,” says the Cinder doll. It has somehow managed to stay on your head throughout everything. Persistent little thing.

You look to where it’s pointing to see a blinking red light on the armrest of the Navigator’s chair. After pressing a few buttons the following audio message plays:

“Inquisitor Ignitrix. If you have a moment my fellow Sisters, acolytes, and myself would like to meet you. Of course I understand if you wish to send someone in your steed or leave us in the dark. Such is not my place to question your work.”

You’re guessing it’s from Sonja.

> [1] Go meet them as THE Inquisitor
> [2] Go meet them as an Interrogator working for the Inquisitor
> [3] Go meet them as the Ship’s Steward
> [4] Don’t meet them
> [5] Write in

>>37556644
>[2] Go meet them as an Interrogator working for the Inquisitor

>>37556644
> [2] Go meet them as an Interrogator working for the Inquisitor

Also for the record it's supposed to be Sanja not Sonja. Autocorrect is a bitch sometimes.

>>37556644
> [2] Go meet them as an Interrogator working for the Inquisitor

>>37556644
>> [2] Go meet them as an Interrogator working for the Inquisitor
Time for Business.

>>37556644
>[1] Go meet them as THE Inquisitor

>>37556644
> [2] Go meet them as an Interrogator working for the Inquisitor

Please refresh me, are we a full Inquistor, or just an Interrogator to Dhar?

Also, cute for the cute god

quick, we need an interrogator outfit.

>>37556644
>> [1] Go meet them as THE Inquisitor

>>37556644
> [2] Go meet them as an Interrogator working for the Inquisitor

>>37556852
Let's dress as a police officer with a stewardess hat.

>>37556852
Any ideas where we can get one or how to improvise?

>>37556916
Magic! Dadoyyy!

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[2] it is.

I'll need 1d100 vs 69 (WP) to see how well you disguise your soul and what not. Remember you do have psykers and Sisters with Witch Sight among your retinue. This roll will be rather important.

>>37556828

You have your own rosette from the big shot of the Calixis Sector himself. Dhar is your superior but you don't report to him per say.

Also cute for the cute god.

>>37556828
We have a plan my friend. A plan to bring this sector to its knees. Not sure what it is yet though.
Maybe subvert Severus XIII, that seems like an excellent way to gain large numbers of troops in a single scheme.

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>37556974

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>37556974
Give how slow 4chan is right now, this should be "fun"

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>37556974

FOR THE CUTE!

>>37556916
Magic one up? Interrogators generally dress however they feel, so long as their Inquisitor doesn't have a problem with it. Eisenhorn's were somewhat subdued, while Ravenor's was lace and cravats and the right pair of shoes.

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>37556974
>

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>37556974

rolling for 100

Rolled 43, 83, 49, 45, 87, 13 = 320 (6d100)

>>37557001
>>37557011
>>37557021

That's three degrees of success. Cool. So you need only worry if one of the following rolls I do is less than ten. Writing after this.

>>37557087
>13

Close

>>37557087
>13

damn close there.... I suspect they might have an inkling of something being off...

>>37557087
Close, but no cigar. We're safe.

>>37557087
>13
Dangerously close there.

So the one who rolled a 13 is suspicious, right?

So that one Sister is from an Oceanic Shrine World, right? Are we going to her home planet?

>>37557204

we are going to the world where their order was stationed before everyone else in it died... and all the sisters we have are part of that order... it's just we have tagged Sanja as the lynchpin of the sisters corruption. Corrupt Sanja, corrupt them all...

>>37556644

In all your time as an acolyte in your past life you only saw your Inquisitor once. And that was when he had a bolt pistol leveled at your forehead. You figure there’s no need to break the tradition of working from the shadows to be buddy buddy with your underlings. Not as yourself anyways.

It doesn’t take you long to whip up a disguise worthy of an Interrogator once you’ve returned to your room. You won’t win points with the Sisters for your non-adherance to the Ordo Malleus’ dress code but at least your daemonic presence is masked.

“Really? You’re going with gothic lolita? What kind of- mpmh!” The doll of Cinder is interrupted as you stuff it under a pillow. Somehow you don’t think a daemon plushie would go over well with Inquisitorial Acolytes.

With that taken care of you meander on down to the quarters Tigurius has put your cell in. Out of the way and beneath the Gellar Field Generator, the more psychically-inclined humans of the group won’t be able to detect the heretical on-goings of the upper decks so long as they don’t go wandering. Which you’ve prevented by stationing a few Imperial Guard puppets outside the entrance. They straighten up as you approach despite never having seen you before.

“Ma’am. No one comes through here. Lady Soph’s orders,” the taller of the two says.

You flash your rosette to the men. “It’s alright, I’m with her.”

(cont)

>>37557465

They look at one another, nod, then step aside to allow you entrance. You step past them and into a glorified conference room. The only features of the room are the large tables (one of which has your acolytes seated at it) and the doors leading off to sleeping quarters. From your prior life you guess that this section used to be a jail of sorts. Key point being “used to be.”

Six pairs of eyes watch you as you look over the room. All of the Denounced Sisters are present, as well as the psyker from the opera and Sonja. You know it’s Sonja simply because she’s in full Sororitas light power armour. They seem to be waiting for you to speak, as is fitting.

> [1] Be the cool Interrogator
> [2] Rule with an iron fist
> [3] Keep it impersonal and to business
> [4] Write in

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>37557487
>> [1] Be the cool Interrogator

>>37557487
> [1] Be the cool Interrogator

>>37557487
I kinda wanted to pick out the outfit.
> [1] Be the cool Interrogator
> [4] and fail at it

>>37557487
> [1] Be the cool Interrogator

"Today, everyone's gonna have a good time. Worshiping the Emperor? Good time. Worshiping Chaos? Gonna have a bad time."

>>37557487
>[3] Keep it impersonal and to business

Let them show their personalities first.

>>37557465
>Loli-goth Ignitrix

I DEMAND PICTURES!

>>37557487
>[3] Keep it impersonal and to business

>>37557487
>> [1] Be the cool Interrogator

>>37557487
>[3] Keep it impersonal and to business

>>37557487
Now when you say cool, do you mean professional and calm, or Fonzy?

>>37557487
> [3] Keep it impersonal and to business
Game face on

>>37557487
> [3] Keep it impersonal and to business

Interrogator Iggy is not here to make friends. She is here to get shit done. and that shit is the complete corruption of those present and their former worlds...

> Sonja happened again

That's it. I'm turning off autocorrect. Apologies if that means more typos.

>>37557613

Yes.

>>37557637
So James Bond cool, then.

We're tied unless I can't count or my posts aren't updating properly. Will wait for a bit before rolling a d2.

>>37557465
>gothic lolita
Quit putting your fetishes in the game.

>>37556979
Oh dear god, I just realized Ignitrix IS The Order, isn't she?

>>37557794
Do you think everything is a fetish?

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>>37557794

Anon that's kinda the whole clothing style of 40k for women when they aren't pure metal, in robes, or in armor.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

1 for [1], 2 for [3]

>>37557820
Emo lolis is a fetish.

>>37557820
This is 4chan. People fap to tiles and carpet patterns here.

>>37557832

Fetish/10 Would get murdered by.

>>37557820
That's his fetish.

>>37557876
and the geographic shape of the state of Idaho

>>37557874
Sometimes. Mostly it's not. Some people just like the aesthetic. Don't you know the subculture?

>>37557487

Another thing that you remember from your past life is that Interrogators come in a few varieties. Being a dictator leads to acolytes eventually rebelling against you while keeping things impersonal means they’re less likely to bother saving you from a Slaugth. There’s drawbacks to trying to be “cool” as well but they tend to be on the Inquisitor’s side of things. In any case, you take up a seat at the table with the acolytes, prop up your feet, and smile.

“Please tell me they haven’t been denying you all liquor or entertainment. Emperor knows I remember how boring these little jaunts get.” You manage to get one Sister to smile, good. The rest remain rather stone-faced.

“We… that is to say I don’t partake,” replies Sanja as she crosses her arms. Yeah she’s going to be a tough one to crack.

You raise an eyebrow. “Not at all? Well at least I tried. Lady Soph said I should make sure you’re comfortable. Speaking of… where are the others?” By your count you’re missing four Sisters (the Repentias) and another psyker.

“Properly venerating the Emporer, as is their station.”

You sigh. “So you mean they’re beating themselves senseless.”

Silence from all six present confirms this. It’s not broken until one of the Sisters who isn’t Sanja speaks up.

“Excuse me, Madam Interrogator (or so I assume), but are you perchance a psyker yourself?” As soon as the words are out of the woman’s mouth she gets dirty looks from her sisters.

> [1] Nope.
> [2] Yep.
> [3] Don’t ask again.
> [4] Write in

>>37558167
> [3] Don’t ask again.

>>37558167
>[2] Yep.

>>37558167
>Yep. Just like the Emperor willed.

>>37558167
> [4] Write in
Ignore the question
Continue with the briefing.

>>37558167
>[4] Write in
I got better.

>>37558167
> [2] Yep.
> [3] Don’t ask again.
Good eye, but bandying that about could get all of us trouble some places.

>>37558167
>[3] Don’t ask again.

>>37558167
>> [2] Yep.
Just a little

>>37558167

You don’t even miss a beat. “Indeed I am. But do keep your future observations like that to yourself. On some worlds and in certain circles that sort of thing could lead to one or both of us being accosted.”

The Sister in question grumbles a “Yes Ma’am” before trying to slink as low as possible in her seat. It does not hide her from the glares she’s being given though. You almost feel bad for her but you can’t stop your little charade to deal with that now.

“I take it you all are familiar with the world of Oashadus?”

Sanja perks up at this. “It is, or was, the homeworld of my Order. Why? Has something gone awry?” You note that even through the power armor that her hands clench.

“I’m afraid so,” you reply. “There’s…”

> [1] Daemons. Daemons everywhere. (Not the big reveal mentioned earlier)
> [2] A problem with the tithe
> [3] Problems with Xenos
> [4] Not enough smiles in this room
> [5] Write in

>>37558542
> [2] A problem with the tithe
it can be a side affect of the big daemon thingy going on there

also
> [4] Not enough smiles in this room

>>37558542
> [3] Problems with Xenos
Water Orks.

>>37558542
Several astropaths called out it's name before having massive aneurisms. We're going to see why.

>>37558542
> [4] Not enough smiles in this room
Just because you're outcasts that can only redeem themselves through death and have been signed on as cannon fodder for the Inquisition doesn't mean you can't be happy!

>>37558542
>[3] Problems with Xenos

Start small, then Suprise Daemons!

>>37558623
I wanna go fight Water Orks.

>>37558542
>> [2] A problem with the tithe

>>37558542
> [2] A problem with the tithe
Make it look like a milk run. Make it look like we're not throwing them into the deep end of the Warp.

>>37558634
Second

>>37558542
> [2] A problem with the tithe
> [4] Not enough smiles in this room

"I think some time there would do you good!"

Tithe and an attempt at humor then. Writing...

>>37558672
>>37558623
>Hunt for the Red Orktaba

>>37558623
>Orks on jet skis
>Orks on gunboats
>Orks on battleships
>Orks in purple submarines

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>>37558921
>pic related but with orks and more jet skis

I would not complain in the slightest if Orks turned up.

>>37558914
>>37558921

So I had notes but then this shit happened.

It'll happen but not in the way you expect.

>>37558921
>"Orkas"

>>37558921
>>37558914

Waaaaghterworld?

>>37558972
fuck yes

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>>37558972
So very based.

>>37558991

[Burning of notes intensifies]

>>37558991
....

now we'll have orks with gills hoarding dirt

>>37559030
I think you mean "durrt"

>>37558972
I love you. Full homo.

>>37559030
And this would be....bad?

Just make sure the warboss has a decent hair squig so we don't have to re-do all his close-ups

>>37558542

“...something going on there that caused several of our Astropaths to cry out its name before having strokes.” You pause and let that sink in. Just as Sanja opens her mouth to reply you continue, “I’m just messing with you. It’s not that bad - just a problem with the tithe. Nothing major but enough that someone needs to look into it. Plus I figure a little time there might help all of your dispositions.”

“I…” Sanja seems at a loss for words. Luckily one of her sisters picks up the slack.

“So what you’re saying is we’re going to fix what’s more than likely a clerical error while being given free reign to enjoy ourselves?”

You nod. “Sounds about right. Not bad for your first assignment as acolytes, hrm?”

She laughs. “Call me a heretic but I would have revealed my Witch Sight sooner if I’d known this would be the kind of job I’d get.” Her mirth is shared by her fellow Denounced Sisters. They visibly relax and even crack a few smiles. That is, until they catch sight of Sanja glaring death at them.

“Oashadus is NOT a pleasure world,” she says sternly. This instantly kills the mood and plunges you all back into silence.

> [1] Well that’s all I had to say. Have fun with Ms. Killjoy here.
> [2] Not yet it isn’t
> [3] Order Sanja to lighten up
> [4] Write in

>>37559154
>> [3] Order Sanja to lighten up

>>37559154
> [4] Write in
"A mission is what you make of it. You're no good to the Emperor all stressed out."

>>37559030
and all the temples and islands that holds all the durrrttt and sand are sinking because Orks are taking them all.......And that perfect tropical island that Iggie wants to relax on is in grave danger! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

>>37559154
>> [2] Not yet it isn’t

>>37559154
>[4] Write in
Don't need a pleasure world to relax, and enjoy life. Just enjoy an easy asignment.

>>37559154
>>37559218
this

>>37559221
>"Ey boss, I just had a think. All dem temples is made outta rock, right? And what are rocks made out of? Dirt, right? So..."

>>37559255
>>37559218
backing this write in

Hey, what if some shrines are made out of sand, reefs, and shells?

>>37559218
>>37559255

Well I guess this write-in works.

Writing...

>>37559154
>[1] Well that’s all I had to say. Have fun with Ms. Killjoy here.

>>37559154
> [4] Write in

You are quite right, Oashadus is not a Pleasure world. That doesn't mean there's nothing to do in your down time... Consider this a 'team building' assignment, A chance to get to know your colleagues, new and old, and settle into your new positions.

>ELH @ELHmk1 6m6 minutes ago
>Waaaaghterworld is now a thing.

>>37559154

“You’re no good to the Emperor all stressed out and uptight,” you finally say. “Enjoy an easy first assignment and relax a little. Lady Soph was very clear on this point. Doubly so in the case of the Repentias.”

Sanja scoffs. “Good luck selling them on this, Ma’am.”

You shrug. “Oh I’m sure they’ll eventually come out of their rooms. After all a mission is what you make of it. Even Repentias need to team build. Now is there anything else…?”

No replies. “Good. I’ll have one of the boys outside bring in a few data slates on what we know along with a bottle or two of Amasec. I expect a report from each of you on whether or not your fellow acolytes have a drink. Those that do get to come along on my tour of the shrines.”

Everyone but Sanja seems largely okay with that notion. In fact two Sisters break out shot glasses from their packs and look at you expectantly. Even the lone psyker seems less on edge. The atmosphere finally gets to Sanja, if not the chance to see her old haunts. She cracks a smile, a very small one, and nods at you.

After you return the nod you leave the room and see to it that the aforementioned items are sent in after an hour’s time. Of course the data slates are full of red herrings. There is no real problem on Oashadus. Not yet anyways. That’s what the archway in the Raptor’s cargohold was for.

Which reminds you - you ARE going to an Ocean World. Should you get that forge daemon of Cinder’s to make you a proper vessel?

> [1] Of. Fucking. Course.
> [2] Deal with that idiot? Nope.
> [3] You’ll make your own vessel out of magic with blackjack and headpats

So do we know why 4chan is being slow as molasses?

>>37559610
moot probably is torrenting a shit ton of anime in his backlog

>>37559592
>> [1] Of. Fucking. Course.

>>37559592
> [3] You’ll make your own vessel out of magic with blackjack and headpats

>>37559610
Moot is kill

>>37559592
> [1] Of. Fucking. Course.
but also have a backup plan of
> [3] You’ll make your own vessel out of magic with blackjack and headpats

>>37559592
>[1] Of. Fucking. Course.

>>37559592
>[3] You’ll make your own vessel out of magic with blackjack and headpats


Although where we'll get a Super Pershing is beyond me.

>>37559610
Moot left, and the internet is depressed.

>>37559592
> [1] Of. Fucking. Course.

I'm tempted to request a glass bottom... how strong is glass in the 40k universe?

>>37559592
> [3] You’ll make your own vessel out of magic with blackjack and headpats

>>37559592
> [2] Deal with that Idiot? Nope.
He's just going to put skulls and brass on a boat.

>>37559681
they have hundred meter square windows on starships...

>>37559681
40,000 times stronger

>>37559592
> [1] Of. Fucking. Course.

>>37559592
> [3] You’ll make your own vessel out of magic with blackjack and headpats
Now I'm imagining a weird version of Khornette Quest where the word "headpat" is replaced with "hooker".

[1] has it by a vote I believe. Writing...

>>37559752
That's Daemonette Quest. AKA Bizarro-/tg/'s version of this quest where Khornates are banned and what not.

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>>37559806
No, Daemonette Quest still has headpats.

>>37559752
"Local man arrested for soliciting headpats. News at 11."

>>37559752
>>37559806

Do you think that Bizzaro-/tg/ is enjoying instantaneous posting, perhaps even becoming an IMS?

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>>37559715
that upcoming BFG game clearly understands the true power of future glass

>>37559592

As much as you are loathe to deal with any Khornate that isn’t Cinder you need a proper boat for the world ahead. Relying on local transports will just handicap you even if you use the full power of your rosette to requisition something. To that end you head towards the former-Inquisitorial district of the Raptor where the daemon forges are located. Along the way you let your illusion drop such that by the time you’ve entered the work area you’re nice and feathered again.

It takes you a few minutes to actually track down Wormbag. He’s currently churning out Hellblades by the looks of it. He doesn’t even bother looking up from his work when you stop in front of him.

“What do you want, blue thing?” he demands. “I have no time to play whatever game you’re after.”

Your wings twitch in annoyance but otherwise you stay calm. “I need you to build me something. Pref-”

A loud laugh interrupts your words. “Now why in Khorne’s name would I do that? You are not Cinder and therefore I could give a Flesh Hound’s ass about your needs.”

> [1] Oh. Right. Khornates respond to violence. You can do that. (WS)
> [2] Now see here you son of a bitch… (S)
> [3] Blow up a sword in his face (WP)
> [4] Walk away
> [5] Write in

>>37559752
>As you fret about not having EVERY skull you’ve taken since the last time you saw him, you’re aware of a hand coming down towards your own. Bracing yourself for what you assume is annihilation, you’re left stunned to find it’s a hooker.

>So this is why Ignitrix likes hookers. You note to give her more in the future.

>Her face goes crimson when she realizes you’re giving her a hooker. “I don’t think I say thank you enough."

>You’ll miss Iggy. Curse that Bird for actually making you care. She could never know. You'll make sure to send her off with a hooker or two regardless. For now, comfortable silence.

>“Before you wonder, I made it so the doll will squeak if you give it a hooker. It also will tell me how many you gave it when I get back."

>>37559987
>[2] Now see here you son of a bitch… (S)

>>37559961
Sauce? Googlefu is weak with this one

>>37559987
>> [3] Blow up a sword in his face (WP)

>>37559987
> [1] Oh. Right. Khornates respond to violence. You can do that. (WS)

"Excuse me, you have some blood. Right here... no, right here on your nose."

>>37559987
> [1] Oh. Right. Khornates respond to violence. You can do that. (WS)

>>37559987
> [1] Oh. Right. Khornates respond to violence. You can do that. (WS)
Cut off his leg or something.

>>37559987

Exactly this >>37560032

>>37559987
> [3] Blow up a sword in his face (WP)

You were saying you wanted more mind bullets?

>>37560019
Battlefleet Gothic is getting a vidya, apparently.
http://www.rockpapershotgun.com/2015/01/21/first-look-battlefleet-gothic-armada/

I think [1] has it.

1d100 vs 50 to knock him good.

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>37560169
DRINK!

>>37560169

> It's dropping my trip and image now

Why.jpg

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>37560169
Here we go.

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>37560169

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>37560169
SIT THE FUCK DOWN

>>37560201
>>37560200
>>37560187
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSet6htnVcQ

>>37560187
>>37560200
>>37560201
Damn, Iggy knocked him the fuck out.

>>37560187
>>37560200
>>37560201

Yeah for a 3 you basically make him your bitch. Cinder would be proud and more than likely give you a headpat.

Writing...

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>37560169
Oh boy!

>>37560239
>>37560240
>Kockedthefuckout-mind

>>37559987

There’s a reason you really like Cinder. She’s not a stubborn simpleton like the rest of her kind. Most of the time anyways. But she’s not here to deal with Wormbag so it doesn’t matter. You’ll need to form your argument in a way the Forge Daemon can understand.

“You have something on your nose,” you say plainly, watching him closely for an opportunity to strike.

He looks down and sneers. “Nice try, that’s the oldest trick in the- omph!”

One moment your hand is at your side, the next it’s impacting his gut. As the daemon recoils you drive the same fist up into his face and send him spinning through the air. He lands seconds later against a wall, stunned.

“There. NOW you care about my needs. Right? Or do I need to…” For effect you even poof up and let your wings extend.

Wormbag spits out blood onto the floor. “Was that so hard, you stupid bird? What do you want?”

> [1] A trimaran. WITHOUT SKULLS.
> [2] Submarine. STILL WITHOUT SKULLS.
> [3] A hovercraft. Maybe a skull on the hood.

Now we see who's been paying attention

>>37560380
>> [3] A hovercraft. Maybe a skull on the hood.

>Now we see who's been paying attention
ohgod what now

>>37560380
> [1] A trimaran with WINGED SKULLS ON IT!

>>37560380
>[3] A hovercraft. Maybe a skull on the hood.
Uh...I got no idea what a trimaran is so i'm goin with this....

>>37560380
>[3] A hovercraft. Maybe a skull on the hood.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6D1YI-41ao

>>37560380
>[1] A trimaran. WITHOUT SKULLS.

Be cruisin' in style.

>>37560380
Huh? Is this Magical Girl Noir Quest? Green Lantern Quest? What? Where am I?

> [1] A trimaran. WITHOUT SKULLS.

>>37560380
>[3] A hovercraft. Maybe a winged skull on the hood.

We're going to an Imperium Planet, skulls aren't that weird to have on everything.

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>>37560380
> [1] A trimaran. WITHOUT SKULLS.
perhaps a hydrofoil

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>>37560444
It's a vessel with two outboard hulls in addition to the main one.

>>37560544
>perhaps a hydrofoil
Oh fuck yes we need one of those.

Or even better! An Ekranoplan!

Hey, can psylers call forth wind?

We're tied so... Hydrofoil? If not I'll just pick one in a bit

>>37560601
On purpose? Yes.
Not on purpose? There's at least 3-4 phenomena/perils related to that.

>>37560635
>Hydrofoil?
fuck yeah hydrofoil

>>37560635
G'night boss, thanks for the thread.

Stupid work making me show up on time.

>>37560635
Hydrofoil is fine.

Let's christen our ship the "Live-4-Ever"

>>37560601
I'm sure anyone create wind. It may be a bit rank and it sometimes announces itself but I'm sure it's a trait that anyone can learn.

Some sort of Hydrofoil hovercraft... thing... then.

Writing...

>>37560766
Perhaps the hydrofoils retract into the body, the bottom of which forms the hovercraft?

Let's put a sail on it because we have wind powers and sailboats are cool.

>>37560380

“It’s simple. Even for you. I need a hovercraft that will double as a boat in a pinch. Preferably also equipped with hydrofoils of sorts in case speed is required.”

“You want me to put pretty little curtains on it and call it a yacht too?”

“No but backup sails aren’t a bad idea. But I’m sure if you’re half as terrible at forging as you are at blocking that you’ll make a lead block somehow.”

Wormbag spits again as he picks himself up and shoos you away. “It’ll be done by the time you need it. Now get out.”

So you do. After maintaining eye contact with him until he turns away, of course. With that and the acolytes taken care of you retire to your quarters and relax. The rest of the trip to Oashadus is uneventful save the delivery of five reports on the need for more liquor and one about how “the horrid swill is not as bad as one might think.” Progress of a sorts, you suppose.

Once the Raptor and Inferno exit the Immaterium you recast your illusion and meet up with the acolytes. This time the missing members of the cell are present when you collect the group, though they are expectedly silent and morose even for Repentias. Sanja makes up for this somehow with a sense of schoolgirl glee. Practically bouncing in her power armour she tries and fails extremely hard to contain her excitement at seeing her homeworld.

You make small talk with the group of acolytes on your way down to the planet. True to Wormbag’s word, the shuttle carrying you down also has a boat with deployable hydrofoil, sails, and hovercraft skirt in its cargohold. The Forge Daemon even got the Aquila on the front right.

(cont)

>>37561268

After the shuttle breaks the cloud cover to reveal an expanse of shimmering blue out of the windows you turn to face the assembled party. “Now then,” you say. “As Sanja’s more than likely told you there’s but so much stable land on this big ball of water. I hope you all have your sea legs. We’ll be dropping in at the main shuttleport on the largest island of Deph. My tour boat will leave precisely two mornings from now from the southern docks. If you want to come I suggest you finish your work on the tithe quickly.”

Only Sanja seems like she’s thinking about objecting to this. The rest of the acolytes (save the Repentias but they’re just sitting in the corner) are already discussing their plans for R&R in hushed tones. It’s all the same to you what they do with their time really. Two days will give you enough time to pin down a proper place for the Warp Arch and bring through a few daemons to kick things off.

To that end you usher out the acolytes from the shuttle when it lands and work at getting your watercraft into the ocean. After a few rudimentary tests to make sure she’s seaworthy you…

> [1] Head to the largest shrine which happens to be on an atoll
> [2] Head for the deepest part of the local expanse
> [3] Try to find a floating community that’s already leaning towards Chaos
> [4] Write in

>>37561313
> [3] Try to find a floating community that’s already leaning towards Chaos

>>37561313
> [3] Try to find a floating community that’s already leaning towards Chaos

>>37561313
> [3] Try to find a floating community that’s already leaning towards Chaos

>>37561313
Question about 3, which kind of Chaos is it?

>>37561313
>> [3] Try to find a floating community that’s already leaning towards Chaos

>>37561370
>we have to roll a 1d4 in order to find out

>>37561313
I sincerely doubt that there's any chaos on a shrine world. Maybe some fish are spreading it. Let's go kill some or ally with fish.

>>37561387
>We find Slanneshi shit and purge it for the good of all

2d100. First vs 50 and second vs 60.

What you find (if anything) may just be a sort of white collar crime though. You know, taking the Emprah's name in vain and all that. But maybe you'll roll a one and find a Slaaneshii cult that needs purging in Cinder's name. Or something.

Rolled 77, 14 = 91 (2d100)

>>37561475

>>37561430
>It's a bunch of artsy shit

Rolled 83, 25 = 108 (2d100)

>>37561475

Rolled 90, 27 = 117 (2d100)

>>37561475

Rolled 67, 75 = 142 (2d100)

>>37561475

Rolled 61, 51 = 112 (2d100)

>>37561475
Here's hoping for a 1!

Rolled 51, 48 = 99 (2d100)

>>37561313
> [3] Try to find a floating community that’s already leaning towards Chaos

They can be the cover op, we set up a small ritual for them to summon a couple of daemons and tell them to wreak some havoc, while they draw everyone's attention, we set up our operation elsewhere. We can have the acolytes start off killing what is obviously heretics, and slowly introduce them to various items and knowledge which slowly alter their world views. After they clear out the 'Cult' they could find a vague prophecy or some such which nudges them towards some form of 'secret society' within the higher levels of the Planetary Government. From there we can really start messing with their minds, but depending on how the initial stages go, depends on how deep this rabbit hole needs to go...

>>37561475
rolling as planned... double crit-fails

>>37561496
>>37561518
>>37561521

So by failing your first roll you don't come up with even the faintest trace of rumors about Chaotic behavior. But by passing the second you do find a few potential spots for the Arch.

Writing...

>>37561313

Despite your best efforts, charming smile, and flashing of the rosette you come up with naught on the Chaos front. Unless you count the notion that the planetary governor only has four portraits of the Emperor to be heresy. You do at least find a smaller reef a few hours out of Deph that will suffice for the Arch for your troubles. That just leaves you to take the acolytes on their tour while whispering the truth in their ears. Then the main event can start.

By the time you pull up to the dock at dawn on the third day you note that there’s already three members of your cell waiting for you: Sanja, the psyker (Corus), and one of the Denounced Sisters (Ellyn).

“This all of you?” you call out.

“Yep,” replies Ellyn. You identify her as the Sister who made the joke about her Witch Sight. “The rest are pouting with the Repentias or soaking up the sun on their own.”

“They all still have microbeads on them, yeah?”

“Last we checked,” answers Corus.

You nod. “Good, good. Well get on then. We have a schedule to keep after all…”

The journey to the first stop, the Shrine of the Sword, passes quickly. Partly because Sanja won’t stop talking the entire way.

“...And they say that the man used that very same chainsword to slay daemon and heretic alike. He’s an inspiration to us all.”

“Come off it, Sanja. You expect me to believe a munitorium scribe of all things did all that?”

“Well maybe if you were a better Sororitas you wouldn’t have been Denounced, Ellyn.”

You and Corus share a look as you pull up the atoll hosting the Shrine. Neither of you wants to get involved and neither of you do as the two Sisters quietly bicker back and forth. You lead the way into the Shrine and past numerous “holy” blades. Sanja rattles off trivia about each one between counterjabs at Ellyn. Overall it’s a rather impressive collection of artifacts. Though you’re pretty sure several of the swords are possessed by daemons, not blessed by the Corpse God.

(cont)

>>37561979

Finally the four of you reach the piece de resistance: a seemingly plain masterwork chainsword suspended in mid-air above a pedestal. Several priests are prostrating themselves before it and Sanja looks like she definitely wants to. This must be the sword she was talking about earlier.

> [1] Look really hard at it (Per)
> [2] Look REALLY REALLY hard at it (WP)
> [3] Meh. It’s a sword. Wait until your acolytes are ready to move on.
> [4] Write in

Rolled 51, 45 = 96 (2d100)

>>37561999
> [1] Look really hard at it (Per)
> [2] Look REALLY REALLY hard at it (WP)

>>37561999
>> [2] Look REALLY REALLY hard at it (WP)

>>37561999
> [2] Look REALLY REALLY hard at it (WP)

>>37561999
>> [2] Look REALLY REALLY hard at it (WP)
Let's do this.

Try not to stare too hard at the Warp. It might WAAAAAAGH back.

1d100 vs 69

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>37562154

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>37562154

>>37562154
So we're going to be up to our eyeballs in orks if we fail yeah?

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>37562154

>>37562172
>>37562185
>>37562254

Five degrees of success means you detect not only the stuff on the sword but the Weird Boyz outside.

Wait.

Why are there Weird Boyz outside?

Writing...

>>37561999

Since you’re stuck waiting anyways you casually probe at the chainsword with your mind. True to the stories and the placard below it the weapon does seem to possess a backstory rife with the quelling of heresy. It also seems to have a lingering connection to some entity in the Warp but you’re not able to figure out what specifically. Probably because the Weirdboyz outside are distracting you.

Wait.

Why are there Orks outside?

Before you can do more than turn towards the window a nearby wall blows open.

> Roll Toughness (1d100 vs 51)

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>37562390

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>37562390

>>37561979
>“Come off it, Sanja. You expect me to believe a munitorium scribe of all things did all that?”
This sounds like a storytime thing I read here a while back...

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>37562390
>Why are there Orks outside?
why indeed

>>37562417
It was probably in reference to the one guy with the knife and his "Sister of Battle" girlfriend. The one that was made canon by FFG.

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>37562445
>The one that was made canon by FFG.
Seriously? I think I remember the writeups but not much, wasn't the SOB gf silent most of the time?

>>37562417
hey you never know, a brick killed Kharn in a DH game and became a holy icon

>>37562390
>Why are there Orks outside?

Shhh. Just lie back and embrace the chaos.

>>37562404
>>37562412
>>37562428

You give zero fucks. Writing...

>>37562417
I asked before anyone makes the connection and wonders.

>>37562465
You're thinking of another story
>>37562445
meant Grendel

>>37562445
You mean the "Sister of Battle" that's a daemonette in disguise?

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>>37562390
>Why are there Orks outside?

>>37562503
mind linking to this story?

>>37562517
She was either that or a heretic. I'm too drunk for specifics.

>>37562538
http://1d4chan.org/wiki/The_Guy_Who_Cried_Grendel

Hold on a second, that was a fast post. Testing to see if 4chan isn't molasses anymore.

>>37562560
its still buggering up for me

>>37562560
Haha, yes! We're back in business!

>>37562555
http://1d4chan.org/wiki/The_Times_and_Trials_of_Klightus
And here's the one with the silent SoB

>>37562547

Khorne heretic, I think. Not a daemonette.

He did get the attention of Khorne.

>>37562390

A little explosion is nothing to a daemon like you, even with an illusion about you. As the blast washes over everyone present, along with debris, you’re left standing stoically with Sanja. This entire time she hasn’t been without her power armour and perhaps that’s a good thing. Together the two of you watch as a gang of green-skinned Xenos bullrush through the hole in the Shrine’s wall towards you. But neither of you are idle or stunned. You’re already preparing a psychic barrage and Sanja her bolt pistol when a giant green foot materializes above you.

Damn Weirdboyz. You have to redirect your focus upwards into a barrier to deflect the manifestation of Gork (and/or Mork) from crushing you and your acolytes. The crackling energies that erupt from the collision of wills knocks the Sister of Battle unconscious, leaving just you against what appears to be close to forty Orks all painted in purple camouflage. But they don’t seem interested in you.

“OY LOOK AT ALL ‘IS SPIKEY!” cries one. “DEZ HUMIES KNOW HOW TA MAKE A PROPAH POINTY STIKK!”

“SHUT YUR GOB AND GET TO LOOTIN’” replies the biggest Ork as he smacks several of his fellows away from the chainsword in the middle of the cathedral. “WE’Z GOT TA LOOT ENUF TA TRADE FOR DURRT.”

What.

His Kommandos set on their task, the head of the group takes up the special sword and gives it a good few practices swings. “I’Z GUNNA FUMP SO MANY ZOGGIN-” he starts to say only to be interrupted by another wall exploding. But this time it’s not a pile of Orks on the other side. It’s just an Imperial Guardsman with a look of homicidal rage.

“PUT MY FUCKING SWORD DOWN YOU GIT,” the man roars. “I DID NOT DIE SO YOU COULD SOIL MY PRECIOUS WITH YOUR XENOS FILTH.”

So this is a thing apparently. Good thing you didn’t have plans today. Nope. None at all. Not you.

> [1] Extract yourself and your acolytes while the supposed Saint deals with the Orks (WP & Ag)
> [2] Lend the Saint a hand (WP & WS)

>>37562763
Lend the Saint a hand.

>>37562763
> [2] Lend the Saint a hand (WP & WS)
For the Emprah!

>>37562763
>“WE’Z GOT TA LOOT ENUF TA TRADE FOR DURRT.”
fuck my sides

> [2] Lend the Saint a hand (WP & WS)

>>37562763
Get the acolytes to help out while you liberate any deamon weapon

2d100 vs a 69 and a 50

Rolled 71, 49 = 120 (2d100)

>>37562883

Rolled 85, 73 = 158 (2d100)

>>37562883

>>37562883

Rolled 76, 70 = 146 (2d100)

>>37562883
Let's go!

Rolled 46, 57 = 103 (2d100)

>>37562883

Rolled 19, 2 = 21 (2d100)

>>37562883

Rolled 31, 26 = 57 (2d100)

>>37562883
Rolling.

>>37562916
FUCK YOU.

>>37562892
Damn, only just failed the first and only just passed the second.

>>37562892
>>37562895
>>37562910

So no go on the WP and barely on the WS.

Clearly Iggy is distraught at there being chaos she did not plan for.

Writing...

Can we reroll?

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>>37562916
WHERE WERE YOU WHEN WE NEEDED YOU!?!

>>37562979
That's a good question, its been so long since the reroll rules were used I've forgotten them.

>>37562979
That's actually a good question. Probably yes.

>>37562979
Would Tzeentch allow it?

>>37562979
>>37562997
>>37563011
>Infamy-based rerolls are not available. However, you can tempt me with overly-convoluted explanations for a keikaku dōri moment. No promises though.

>>37563025
If its a good enough "Just as planned" excuse.

Okay, what do Oceanic worlds have? Bananas.

There's a shipment of those headed to this city.

While we were out looking for Chaos, we partied with a shipboat crew.

That crew is very hungover and sleep-deprived, and are the very same crew steering the shipment of bananas towards this shrine.

A crate of bananas flies through the window after the boat crashes into the harbor, and the bananas spill everywhere.

>>37562763

Perhaps it is the unexpected nature of all this throwing you off but you’re unable to properly cast of the psychic weight pressing down on you. It’s either that or the Weirdboyz believe really really hard in Gork and Mork. Probably both. As such you’re left with one hand dedicated to maintaining a barrier above you while you attempt to aid the Saint with your free hand.

Even that doesn’t go so well. You only get a few good punches in before you realize that the Saint’s already wiping the floor with the Orks. He’s even gotten his sword back. By the time half of the boyz are dead the Meganob calls for a retreat.

“BACK TO DA DEFFSKIS! WE’Z GOTS WATS WE’Z CAME FOR!”

With that the kommandos hastily retreat. You catch sight of the Orks running off to various aquatic vehicles before the weight above you vanishes and you’re left alone with the Saint. Overall you count some twenty-five dead Orks and close to fifteen dead priests. You and your cell are otherwise unharmed.

The Saint watches the Orks disappear into the setting sun then sits against a wall and produces a cloth. “Damn bastards dirtied you, didn’t they,” he coos to his chainsword. “It’s okay, I’ll clean you right up and you’ll be good as new.”

Oh joy. He’s an insane Saint to boot. But at least he doesn’t seem to care about you at the moment.

> Pick ONE
> [1] Check in with your acolytes back at Deph
> [2] Ask the Inferno/Raptor where the fuck the Orks came from
> [3] Bail now with your team while the Saint’s distracted
> [4] Write in

>>37563177
>[3] Bail now with your team while the Saint’s distracted

>>37563177
>> [1] Check in with your acolytes back at Deph

>>37563177
>> [3] Bail now with your team while the Saint’s distracted

>>37563177
> [4] Challenge him to a sword-dance!

>>37563177
>> [3] Bail now with your team while the Saint’s distracted

>>37563177
>> [1] Check in with your acolytes back at Deph
>> [2] Ask the Inferno/Raptor where the fuck the Orks came from

Seems you're bailing.

Writing...

>>37563177
> [2] Ask the Inferno/Raptor where the fuck the Orks came from

>>37563227
> Pick ONE

>>37563177

There aren’t many enemies that a Greater Daemon would bother actively avoiding. A Saint happens to be one of them. The less you have to deal with this one in particular the better. You scoop up your acolytes best you can and drag them into your watercraft. All the while the strange Guardsman remains fixated upon cleaning his sword. Thus you make it off of the Shrine of the Sword without further issue. You even manage to snag one or two of the daemon-possessed weapons that the Orks didn’t loot.

During the sail back to Deph you make a few calls. The first of which is to the remaining acolytes there. To your surprise it’s one of the Repentias who answers.

“What is it you require of us?” she asks in monotone.

“You… haven’t seen any signs of Orks there… have you?”

Silence, then, “Though I do not deserve the blessing of sight I am happy to have it this day. For it is by the Emperor’s will I have noticed an oddity in the missing tithe shipments. Orks would explain it.”

You want to yell back “BUT I MADE THE TITHE THING UP” but think better of it. Instead you reply, “Well consider that step one on your path to redemption. But no actual Orks there in Deph right?”

“None as much as we have noticed.”

“Well good then, put the island on alert then. I have to make another call…”

You switch vox channels and ring up Lucius. “Lucius, you haven’t noticed any Ork ships in orbit have you?”

He seems taken aback. “Not at all! Should there be? Do I need to find my Krumpin’ hat?”

“You have a Krumpin’ hat?”

“You don’t?”

...Fair point.

“That aside my little tour got derailed by a small group of Kommandos. They stole quite a number of artifacts. Probably would have gotten them all if the Saint hadn’t shown up.”

“A Saint…? Well do try not to get yourself killed then. Without you I won’t get that date with Cinder.”

“Your concern is touching, Lucius.”

(cont)

>>37563790

With those two calls done you’re left wondering where the hell the Orks came from. Your only clue on the matter is the memory of a strange metal plate that read “SMOKAHS” on the body of a dead Ork.

> [1] Turn around and see if you can’t pick up the trail from those Weirdboyz (WP)
> [2] Keep going to Deph and have someone more knowledgeable of local metals weigh in (Fel)
> [3] Have the Raptor drop the Arch off and call it a day
> [4] Smack your acolytes awake and task them with dealing with it
> [5] Write in

>>37563808
>> [1] Turn around and see if you can’t pick up the trail from those Weirdboyz (WP)

>>37563808
> [4] Smack your acolytes awake and task them with dealing with it
> [3] Have the Raptor drop the Arch off and call it a day

>>37563808
>[2] Keep going to Deph and have someone more knowledgeable of local metals weigh in (Fel)

>>37563808
> [2] Keep going to Deph and have someone more knowledgeable of local metals weigh in (Fel)

>>37563808
>[2] Keep going to Deph and have someone more knowledgeable of local metals weigh in (Fel)
> [4] Smack your acolytes awake and task them with dealing with it

We bring our acolytes back, get the a couple of the Repentia's to sort them out. We do a bit of intel gathering ourselves, then return to our crew and get them working on what is apparently an Ork Kommando infestation.

On a side note, we need to find out what type of daemons are possessing the weapons we snagged and what qualities they give the weapon and it's wielder. After all, we want to make sure that the right Acolyte gets the right Daemon blade...

1d100 vs 50 then for [2]

Probably will be the last update of the night as I'm falling asleep. At least Waaaaghterworld is set up for next time now.

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>37563959

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>37563959
1

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>37563959

>>37563966
>>37563970
>>37564046

Cool. You get good stuff. Writing...

>>37564058

Will Iggy's Acolytes get added to her possession on her stat sheet once they have been corrupted and have embraced Tzeentch, though Iggy, as their patron?

>>37563808

You decide it’s best to wait until you can consult a native about the metal you saw. After all it’s highly unlikely that it came from offworld given the way Orks operate. Unless the color purple suddenly beats all form of scanning technologies you’re led to believe that the Orks have been on the planet for a long time, scavenging where they can. But that opens up another slew of questions. Namely “Where?”

The quiet ocean doesn’t reply. Though the more you look at it the more you begin to wonder if there’s such a thing as an Ork that can breathe underwater. Maybe if they believed hard enough? You really don’t want to know after the cat incident.

Once you arrive in Deph you pass off the still-unconscious acolytes to their fellows. Afterwards you set out to do a little investigating of your own. A few quick mental suggestions and subtle line of questioning brings you to one of the rare few blacksmiths on Oashadus. He thinks over your description for a time, finally identifying it as a conglomeration of the planet’s coral and iron. The latter can be found many places but the former only around certain thermo vents deep on the seafloor.

Maybe you should have asked Wormbag for a submarine instead. Oh well. You’ll think of something. Perhaps the Arch could be of use?

I'll pick this back up another time soon. Watch Twitter.

Next week will either be Cinder or Sytili for the main quest. Probably Cinder.

>>37564104

I'll eventually make a horde tab so that each of the main four (Cinder, Iggy, Acerea, Sytili) can track their followers/minions/w/e.

>>37564170
>coral and iron. The latter can be found many places but the former only around certain thermo vents deep on the seafloor.
Did you get that former and latter mixed up? Seems weird that there's iron everywhere but coral is only around the deep thermovents.

>>37564184
thanks for the thread ELH

>>37564199

Yeah. Like I said falling asleep.

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