First thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/78475385/Part 2: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/78533839Part 3: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/78583130/Part 4: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/78620743Part 5: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/78673520Part 6: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/78741798Part 7: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/78798673Part 8: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/4766508Part 9: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/4801549Part 10: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/4864481Part 11: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2021/4980716/Part 12: (Forgot to archive it waaa)And the New Discord Link: https://discord.gg/bjwNytCRYR>”Chief archivist, overlord, master-” Sannet reverently uttered.>His chief curator Sannet, knelt before him as a show of obeisance.>”Solemnace rejoices at your return, lord-”>Trazyn carried on past his curator, deeper into the gallery chamber.>Sannet would rise and carry on behind him “A successful endeavor, my lord?”>”A most successful endeavor indeed.” Trazyn chuckled.>Trazyn triumphantly held up the familiar shape of a vermilion cube, a tesseract labyrinth.>”A most SUCCESSFUL endeavor indeed” He repeated.
Hey folks Sorry for the long absence, Had to make a few changes for my health, spend time with family and overall suffered from hard burnout. Not going to excuse myself for the lack of writing since I've had ample time to mess around during that time. Did a lot more lore reading so hopefully that helps the story. Here's a quick recap of thread 12>No longer a lobotomite, the true personality of the necron ishskar emerged.>And immediately locked the Skorpehk Lord into a tesseract labyrinth.>Ishskar pilfered technomandrite archives and did some research on solemnace.>Ishskar went to the center of his blackstone fortress and infected vaul/eldarkind with mental instability.>Turning into his c’tan form, consuming the shard of vaul and would do so with every blackstone fortress empowering himself into something new.>The Phaerakh was exonerated for her crimes thanks to ishskar’s previous efforts. >Phillias and the Phaerakh returned to the tomb world to find ishskar missing and all canoptek constructs going haywire.>Both are unaware that this is because of the Skorpehk Lord’s actions.>Ishskar is assumed to be a rogue by the awakened council and Agakhet is resurrected.
>>6147404(!!!)
>>6147404>”Most excellent my lord, but-” Sannet began.>”Beyond excellent.” Trazyn interrupted.>”Never have the archives of the Asuryani been so forthcoming-” He continued.>”A score of crippled warlocks and seers shaken by visions, it has been an age since last I’ve procured such a bounty.”>”The entire council, farseer, warlocks, the Khanite exarch, and the whole of the meditation chamber.” Trazyn gave a performative sigh.>”All forty square khet, dozens of ancillary chambers-”>Sannet cut in. “And undoubtedly many other relics, but I must inform you, there was a donation to the gallery.”>Trazyn went still at that, astonished by that. “A…donation?”
>>6147408>”Yes, my lord- a donation.”>”Given willingly.” Sannet clarified.>Trazyn ran a hand over the cold metal of his chin, entirely perplexed by this.>”Given willingly?” Trazyn repeated.>Sannet inclined his head to nod. ”Yes it would appear so.” >”That is- good?” Trazyn uttered uncertainty.>Sannet let out something approaching a laugh. ”I would be inclined to agree.”>”Sannet, can you recall such a time when we last received a donation?”
>>6147409>”Roughly 42 Million years ago.”>”An envoy of Galmakh, the Moon Killer, Phaeron of the Novokh Dynasty-”>”Entrusted a lunar fractal 97.3 Khet tall, 37.9 Khet wide into our care.”>Trazyn grunted. “I remember this, yes.”>”The last donation before the great sleep.”>Trazyn mused on that point for some time.>Many of the donations were often given to immortalize petty victories, humiliate contemporaries, or something meant to slight Trazyn personally. >It was…surprising, but a welcome bit of news for him.
>>6147411>”Well then my chief curator, tell me of this latest donation.” >Sannet nodded. “Of course my lord.”>The pair were instantly translated across the surface of Solemnace, to a private oubliette.>A pair of noctolith containers, one ten’s of cubits wide, and another considerably less sizable.>Sannet gave a flourish of his hand, and the 4 obsidian colored panels pulled away, atom by atom->Revealing underneath a floating mannequin, a golden clasp around its collar->And a crackling, burning cloak of immense beauty.>A spectacular haze of its smoky particles rose off of the cloak.
>>6147412>”A mantle woven from the very remnant of necrodermis cleaved from a C’tan.” Sannet began.>”A Godypre Mantle-” Trazyn whispered.>”Yes, my lord-”>”Few outside the silent king, and a select few who were favored by him, have ever had the honor of attaining such a prized Artifact.”>Trazyn balked, as he stroked at his chin. “And who is responsible for this donation?” >”The esteemed Awakener Ishskar, of the Voehtek Dynasty.” >Trazyn chortled. “Of course, why wouldn't be him-” >”And what of this other supposed donation?”
>>6147415>Once more Sannet atomized the container->And underneath the quickly fizzling blackstone panels hovered a palm sized slab of blackstone. >It was shaped in the to look like a casket,>The symbol of the Subjugating Tomb pressed into one of its surfaces.>”This is the Casket of Heshkefnet, the potent engrams of a Phaerakh lie within.”>”Some Three Hundred-Forty actions are accredited to this Phaerakh Heshkefnet, but-”>”There is no singular mention of any dynasty from which they hail.”>”Which is most strange, as the symbol of the Subjugating Tomb is a mark of many great victories.”>”Curious then that I cannot find a single mention of their dynasty.”
>>6147417>Trazyn scoffed. “And have you been able to confirm that the engrams within the casket exist?” >”But of course my lord.” Sannet said hurriedly.>Trazyn huffed. “And this anonymous patron to the galleries-” >”Whom amongst the awakened donated, I do not suspect Ossuaria or Zuberkar are capable of acts of generosity.” >Sannet chuckled. ”Just so my lord, no-”>”These prized donations were on behalf of Ishskar.”>”But of course-” Trazyn murmured.>”Only Ishskar would be so-” Words failed Trazyn for the slightest of moments.>”Charitable- Where most of our kind would not.”
>>6147418>”And where is he now Sannet?”>”Rare as it may be-”>”I do believe custom demands some acknowledgment-” Trazyn bit back an unbecoming sound.>It was disquieting for Trazyn, to have to admit genuine appreciation->For so often his thanks was given with sarcasm or spite.>”The High Transmogrifier has neglected to mention that detail-” Sannet started.>”But he has left a message within a scarab, addressed solely to you my lord.” >”Of course he has.”
>>6147421>Sannet presented a golden encrusted scarab to his lord, before carefully setting it on the ground before him.>Bowing a fraction, the insectile drone knelt before Trazyn.>Its carapace parted to reveal a glittering blue message orbuculum at the center of its back. >A chrysoprase projection resolved before him, presenting the hunched form of the cryptek Ishskar.>”Lord Trazyn,” The projection started.>”I do hope the items entrusted to your care will be a welcome addition to your gallery.” >”Brief as my previous visits to the galleries of Solemnace-”>”I have found that your talent as the Chief Archivist has severed the immortal empire beyond any expectation.”>”For who else but Trazyn the Infinite could attain and sort such wonders-”
>>6147423>Trazyn chortled ”Such flattery,” >”Is of course entirely earned.” Trazyn held his head high, clearly amused by the praise.>The projection dipped its head, clasping its chin in a thoughtful way.>”Indeed, such meticulous care in the preservation of history has been invaluable to the immortal empire.”>”Naturally” Trazyn nodded in agreement.”>The projection lowered its head in a gesture of submission ”So it is natural that I might lower my head-”>”And inquire if you would be so willing to join me on my own expedition.”>That got Trazyn's attention.
>>6147427>”Go on.” Trazyn said, as if his words meant anything to the prerecord projection.>”There are precious assets of the utmost importance to the Immortal Empire-”>”Assets I have foreseen the destruction of.”>”It would be-” The projection paused, turning its body to look elsewhere.>”Proactive for us to attain.”>”For who better-”>”Than the greatest archivist the Necron have ever known, to attain such relics of historical import.”>”What say you Trazyn, who is called Infinite,”>”Will you join me?”
>>6147430>Trazyn considered the projections words for a moment.>”I suppose I cannot refuse you can I?” Trazyn smiled inwardly.>”Very well Cryptek I shall join you on this,” He paused for effect.>”Excursion of yours.”>At that the projection of the hunched cryptek vanished, replaced with a map of the Galaxy.>Hundreds of Glittering points twinkled.>Trazyn could recognize dozens of worlds held by rival dynasties, such as Charnovokh, Ithakas, Kefalahn, Maynarkh, Nepher, Nephrekh, Oltep, and even the dreaded Sautekh, amongst many others.>Trazyn laughed mirthfully and prepared to leave.
>Be... Duracell...>It is... cold...>I feel... internals moving...>Reconstructing themselves...>Energy increasing, perpetuation the... reconstruction of what I once was.>Pieces are falling back into place... but are scattered still.>I Try rearrainging them by the chronographly... timing.>My work, my comrades, Agakhet and High...>Memories come creening down like the weight of the destroyer apon my frame.>Yet there is still fragmented and damaged memories.>Have I failed my creator?>Scanning the surroundings yield no information of his presence nor or his body guard.>Only the remains of the two AAA's remain, energy... vaciant.>There doesn't appear to be any hostiles in the area.>I... am alive... and yet...>...>I... failed to protect them.>I lived... and yet DID NOT TAKE THE THREAT DOWN!
HOLD IT!Uh-Oh! Ishskar mind is fractured and he needs your help,Tell us what necron assets should ishskar go after first?"Eat" Zarhulash, the Potentate a punk ass C'tan fragment [From Belisarius Cawl: The Great Work]"Steal" The Gravitic Trebuchet [From Twice Dead King: Reign]"Acquire" The entire planetary population/Technologies from the Tomb world Doahht [From Severed (Novella)]"Preserve" The embalmed remains of the Necrontyr Ithakka the Lawmaker, the founder and first Dynast of Ithakas.[From Twice Dead King: Ruin]"Recruit" Cryptek Zaa and Nemesor Amarkun to attain the Dark throne [FromBattlefleet Gothic: Armada 2 Necron Campaign]
>>6147448Acquire or preserve.
>>6147448>"Preserve" The embalmed remains of the Necrontyr Ithakka the Lawmaker, the founder and first Dynast of Ithakas.[From Twice Dead King: Ruin]
>>6147448I want to say "Acquire" for the raw power calculus of always refining the larger ores first, but the legacy of the dead cannot be denied! "Preserve" Ithakka the Lawmaker! His tomb must not be desecrated!
>>6147448> ‘Acquire’ or ‘Preserve’
>>6147448>Preserve
A consensus has been reached- I'll be dropping the next batch of posts later tomorrow.Work was a bit more taxing than i thought.
>>6147432>Be Ishskar, a former lobotomite. >Be the Human soul in a machine.>Be the burning star-being known as the Aspect of the Outsider.>Be the multitudes of all of these and more->Consumption of the shards of Vaul has been an enlightening experience. >Knowledge came to us in sporadically, so much wisdom, so many moments now came->Torrents of soul stuff swirling into our consciousness. >It was intoxicating, drinking in the accrued wisdom of all those consumed.
>>6148258>But we couldn't lose ourselves to hunger.>Reason took over, the mewling voice of sense came to us.>We hovered upon the bridge of one of the blackstone fortresses for a moment. >Conjuring up the projection of the wider galaxy, we plotted.>”What could be taken?” We asked no one in particular.>Tens of Thousands of worlds shone along the expanse of the milky way,>What a curious name that->It was so human to keep to that name.
>>6148263>Shrugging off the thought we placed markers across the stars.>Hundreds of locations.>Caches of precious noctolith.>Dynasties who would fall into the embrace of the longing sickness.>Sites of failed campaigns that were to take place millions of years from the present moment.>Super weapons that would be otherwise wasted in the hands of bickering fools.>Tomb worlds lost to the great sleep, its assets forever to be lost.>C’tan shards needing to be consumed.
>>6148267>By sheer power alone it could be done by us.>But such brute displays of power would not go unnoticed by the bureaucrats of the awakened council and the triarch. >And so it should be that contingencies and precautions be taken. >Conjuring forth a Guardian Drone, we imparted a mote of our energies and a power into it.>And Embedded the Hexagram of Thuul within its core, so that it may sever the required constructs from the tomb worlds own security network.>A measure of canoptek serfs and the favored simian were to be collected before our departure from the dynasties core worlds. >Only those of value were to be taken. >The prodigious wealth of constructs would have to remain largely untouched for the moment.
>>6148268>And when all was collected we disembarked, all six fortresses in tow. >A conspirator would be required. >One who was preferably pliable and flexible,>Trazyn would do nicely.>For the promise of preservation of “Cultural artefacts” would be more than enough to get the Infinite to assist in our labors.>Bribes would be needed, or perhaps the better term would be donations.>”Yes, that would do us nicely.” We said.>Our first stop would be to attain a pair of relics, something that would surely move the old archivist to action.
>>6148270>Collecting the artifacts were collected with some minor difficulty, >Requiring a brief pit stop to a Szarekhan Dynasty world.>Plundering such precious trinkets risked some possibility of detection,>But such was the price required to attain a conspirator of such renown.>When at last the items were sealed up in a secure container befitting of their respective value->We prepared a subtitle message to draw the interest of the infinite.>Taking up the visage of ishskar and the soul of the machine, I spoke aloud to the recording scarab. ”Lord Trazyn,”>”I do hope the items entrusted to your care will be a welcome addition to your gallery.”
>>6148272>It would be some weeks later that Trazyn and I would find ourselves steadily approaching the core worlds of the Ithakas Dynasty.>Trazyn and I had found ourselves aboard a docked Shroud Class Light Cruiser.>His precious personal vessel “The Lord of Antiquity.”>For I would not be allowing Trazyn to go upon wandering within my Blackstone fortress during our transit.>For this reason I had to keep him, distracted->So at last I at last elected to tell him something he wanted to hear, >”Antikef,” I began.>”The first of destinations.”
>>6148274>Trazyn let out an amused grumble. “So you finally wish to tell me of this first venture.”>”I had assumed you would wait until we had arrived on the surface, before you would tell me.”>I let off a performative sigh. “Such information is precious dear colleague.” >”But now I shall speak more openly.” >”Antikef Crownworld of the Ithakas Dynasty.”>Trazyn nodded.>”A proud dynasty once-”>”Now it is forever fated to be lost to the dysphorakh.”
>>6148275>Trazyn spoke slowly. ”The Flayer’s curse” >Nodding to him I continued. “This Longing Sickness, it now blights the world of Antikef.”>”And many more of its worlds, and allies.”>Trazyn lowered his head, a mournful air now about him despite the lack of emoting. >”A pity tha-” >But I Interrupted him. ”Do not mourn if I am slain, instead, entomb me like the phaerons of old.”>Trazyn lifted his head, wanting to say something in his confusion.>Trazyn seized the moment to speak. “The War in Heaven, Act III, Scene II, Line 1”
>>6148277>”You speak of Nephreth the Untouched.”>Amused, I clarified. “I do not speak of Nephreth the Untouched-”>Trazyn balked. “Yet you reference his very phrase, Why?”>”To illustrate a point my friend.”>”Nephreth, held a noble ideal.”>”An old soul such as he was inspired, but not necessarily the only one of his kind.” >”For blessed Ithakka the Lawmaker, founder and first Dynast of Ithakas is a phaeron of old.”>Astonishment took hold of Trazyn, as the realization hit him with an intensity.
Going to be sleeping shortly, didn't think I'd be posting tonight but its fine~ let me know what y'all think
>>6148284Glad to have you back man. It has been a long time since the last time i saw you, i hope that you are doing good now.
>>6148768Aw bless buddy! Would have done some posting but got swept up by friends and some thanksgiving prep. Hope you and everyone else are doin well
>>6148808We're so fucking back, boys.
>>6148282>”Speak plainly Cryptek.”>”Dynast Ithakka’s mortal remains remain preserved on Antikef?”>I couldn't help but chuckle “Just so my friend.”>”But it shall not always remain so.”>”Blasphemy, unspeakable blasphemy will be visited on the first Dynast of Ithakas-”>Clenching my fist for some effect, I continued. ”If we do not act now.”>Trazyn fixed me with a hard stare, as if his stare alone would compel to me tell of what awful doom would be visited upon the remains.>I would not tell him, for I believed his own mind could conjure countless horrors.>Which ironically would only drive him on to this act of grave robbery.
>>6149557>Antikef surface was not a particularly impressive one in terms of worlds. >A largely barren rock with scant vestiges of plant life, modest vegetation had clung to the site around the tomb-citadel.>What might have passed for mountains had been eroded over the collected 40 million years->Now only the rocky hill tops remain.>Passing through the enormous khet-high curtain wall, we moved silently for some time. >Quiet as Trazyn was, it was clear to me that he was taken in every detail of the ruin.>The outside city was vanishing, and within 20 million years before the awakening, it would be gone.>Trazyns discharge nodes smoldered with silent lament.
>>6149558>Penetrating into the actual tomb itself proved to be remarkably easy for one such as Trazyn.>Skilled in the methods of stealing from his kin, he almost instinctively knew how to access one of the hundred concealed maintenance tunnels.>Any constructs patrolling the depths of those long shafts were easily enough overturned by the workings of the Hexagram of Thuul to sever any pesky observers from the damned tomb network.>We had to pause very briefly at a juncture after leaving the tunnels.>And we engaged in a rigorous debate on what Items could be taken from the Dynasty.>Naturally no bodies could be taken, and further no constructs could be taken for every necron could be considered a vessel for possible infection. >But the Dynasties wealth of Metagold, Strangesteel, and Vehicles could be considered up for grabs, within reason of course.>With the matter settled we narrowed in on the eternal vault beneath the royal ziggurat.
>>6149560>Thankfully with the whole tomb asleep there would be no blinded crypteks to defend the vault.>Dozens of environment-sniffers, hexes, and construct guardians stood in just the hall to reach the vault.>But together the pair proved unstoppable.>Carefully over several weeks we peeled back the layers of defenses.>And at last we were able to reach the stone chamber.>Before us locked in a rectangular stasis chamber was the resting place of Ithakka the Lawmaker. >Layered stone, inscribed with the feats of the first dynast, symbols of glory, service->And his Heka; The very will, his will over reality made manifest in stone.>And residing atop the almighty stone lay the immensely ornamented open casket of stone, adorned with a stele of a brilliant metagold.
>>6149564>Trazyn lowered his head reverently, clearly overtaken by the profundity of the very moment. >And I indulged him in that, even if it was just for a moment.>Placing a hand up against the solid barrier, my hand would meet the solidity of the frozen moment. >No outside interference would affect the locked moment within time.>Trazyn grumbled. “Quite the pickle to attain such a prize, wouldn't you say?”>Undoubtedly my discharge nodes flashed with amusement. ”But I have come prepared for such a thing my friend.”>Reaching my hand into my dimensional pocket, I produced a single atrophied hand, the Hand of Darkness. >And I raised the atrophying to the time locked box, and unleashed the power of entropy.
>>6149566>In an instant the moment broke, as stasis met the catastrophic might of entropy.>Time was allowed to take its course, if only momentarily within the stasis field.>Trazyn seized the moment and pressed into the moving field and plunged deep.>Moving at One tenth the flow of time the archivist climbed the inscribed stones of hekatic inscriptions,>Up towards the casket->And paused before the majesty of the physical remains of an actual preserved Necrontyr corpse.>Surging a hard interstitial message to remind trazyn of the urgency of his mission.>Before at last he captured the contents of the casket within a tesseract labyrinth.
>>6149568>We emerged from the chamber but we did not share a single word of the blasphemy we had just conducted.>Trazyn was clearly mulling over countless points of conversations which i would later indulge him in. >But for now we silently pilfered the vehicles stores, and coffers a veritable wealth which would of course need preserving.>After all, it would be a pity to simply let such assets go to waste.>This seemed to bolster Trazyn’s spirit a fraction.>Amusingly he did seem to display a fondness for the Ghost Ark vehicles. >Pilfering the vehicle holds would prove to be quite fruitful in the end, and undoubtedly they would see use in some future conflict.>But there was one more stop I wished to conduct on Antikef.
>>6149569>Scouring the countless tomb complexes we would eventually come across the well defended crypt of the Polemarch Taikash.>”And what interest do you have in this Polemarch exactly?” Trazyn vocalized.>”It was during the heady days of the Szarekh’s war-” I began.>”That Polemarch Taikash was contracted by a prince of the Mephrit Dynasty to create gigantic Gravitic Trebuchets.” Stepping up to the stasis-casket, I conjured forth a Plasmacyte Accelerator to assist me.>”Weapons capable of accelerating projectiles at superluminal speed.”>”But these weapons shall go to waste, my dear colleague.” The Plasmacyte unfurled its Accelerator array towards the Polemarch’s head.>”And for the sake of preservation would it not be in our best interest to secure them?”>The array thrummed to life suffusing the Polemarch engrams with potent scraps of bolstering code.
>>6149571>”Produce the Casket of Heshkefnet.”>Trazyn turned to me but caught on soon enough. >Summoning up the small cartouche slab of blackstone, Trazyn layered the small artifact over the Ankh emblazoned on his chest.>Joining the labors of the Plasmacyte I wove the required hexagrams, reanimation protocols, and for extra measure I would bathe the head of the Polemarch in balefire.>And severed his connection to the casket and all further systems.>When the winking lights of the Polemarch’s eyes sputtered to life, brief recognition sparked within his oculars.>Before the freshly awakened Taikash could utter a phrase->Trazyn’s vocal actuators flooded with the authority of Heshkefnet and forced the Polemarch to submit.”You will reveal the location of each of the gravitic trebuchet.”
>>6149573>Taikash vocal actuators thrummed to life amidst crackling static “Ov-v-v-verlord, Yur-yur-yur-your will be be be be done.” >Consternation blazed from his nodes.>At Trazyn’s command he streamed the calculated coordinates of each trebuchet.>The overloading of his neural matrices would ensure he would recall nothing of the conversation. >Or at the very least he would burn out and be reduced to a simple necron warrior, but I refused to tell trazyn that. >I gave Trazyn a preformative clap ”Excellent work Trazyn, with that out of the way we may visit a few of the surrounding territories, a great many will not wake in ti-”>A low scratching rang out from the distance, both our heads turned to face the distant sound.>”A Tomb Stalker?” Trayzn suggested.
>>6149574>”No it couldn't be.” I reassured him.>”There wouldn't be anything approaching us right now, I've seen to it.”>Another loping set followed by a few more metallic scratches rang, but this time a fraction closer. >Focusing my ocular on the general direction, I couldn't help but notice something within the shadow of the pilaster.>Two smoldering motes of light.>And there it was, staring at me was the eyes of something stained in dripping sanguine, and a misshapen rag of pallid flesh hanging over the unmistakable silhouette of a necron head.>Pulsing an interstitial alert of the maximum import to trazyn I gave him a single warning. >Flayer.
Not dead just been preoccupied with family. Will try and get on with things later tonight but probably tomorrow. In the meantime let me know what you think of ish's return to keep the thread alive.
>>6150156Good stuff so far, though I'm cheating given I still have posts in the past I need to read.
>>6149575>Bounding through the corridors, Trazyn and I made our way up through the tomb citadel.>We were both cut off from the translation array, and we both already had fears of corruption.>And so we ran at full tilt down the hall, constructs already parting the way for our breakneck pace.>The scratching tailing behind us became louder and soon the skittering scratches grow into a small chorus behind us.>Firing upon them would risk detection so running would have to do for now.>At the first intersection trazyn tried to dive for a maintenance shaft, but found him nearly crashing into the gore covered visage of some twisted overlord wearing a mask of what I could assume to be aeldari flesh.>In two minutes we were running from a dozen flayed ones.>Within five minutes we were being chased by almost a hundred.
>>6151025>The cacophony of the swarms of metal bodies lumbering on all fours rang a most horrid set of tones.>Scratching, popping, the wet squelch of flayed skin slapping and flapping flesh->The sounds of a hundred blood maddened flayers kept clanging behind us as we ran.>Frustratingly, we could see the very moment they'd wink into existence.>One moment we’d catch a glimpse of a shadowed arch or bas relief, then the next another set of eyes would wink to life amidst the darkness to pursue us. >Summoning the harp of dissonance to hand ,>I let free a mighty strum across the chord of dissonance.>And at once I felt the BOOM of concussive sound shudder out in all directions.
>>6151026>Every flayed one faltered for a moment.>For in the moment they had been swept in the sonic boom from the harp, they understood a change in their reality.>The flesh and caked blood that clung to their metallic shells->Began to evaporate. >Skin masks suddenly flaked into a powdery gaseous form.>As the bonds that have kept them solid were utterly eroded by the sudden strum of my foul harp.>The hoard only paused for a few seconds, overcome by confusion as they watched their flesh cloaks fade away.>But that was sufficient enough for me and Trazyn to make ground.>And more than enough for me to strum the next chords of the harp.
>>6151027>Strumming the Architects Chord in conjunction with the Fortification Cord, I aimed the sonic waves towards the ceiling.>In an instant the blackstone of the roof became a melting slag dripping down atop the swarm of Flyers.>The heated substance seeped into their joints, and buried much of the hoard. >And then came the hardening.>The dripping mass solidified under the power of the fortification Cord.>An effective wall now halted their progress, and encased many of their ranks within the newly constructed wall.>”That will be sufficient to hold them, long enough for us to run anyways.”>With a majority of them halted, we escaped the tomb-citadel.
>>6151028>No sooner had we cleared the entrance, when the horde had managed to reappear.>A score of 40 flayers registered. >A diminished threat, and one I could easily take on, but still raising alarms would not do us well.>But cunning Trazyn had something up his sleeve. >From his dimension pocket, he produced a single tesseract labyrinth.>And hurdled it forward.>A breeze erupted from the space before us, and a flash of light consumed our vision>An already manned Ghost Ark winked into existence before us.
>>6151030>”Mount now, or be ripped to shreds by the damned.” Trazyn barked.>The old archivist rushed towards the ark hooking a hand onto a crest and hoisted himself into one mag clamp. >Before I could fully reach, something had gripped onto my shoulder plating. >And another mangy flayer clung to my cloak trying to prise open the orb from its casing.>Without a moment's hesitation I allowed the carapace housing around my arm to fade away, and I slammed my hand into the deluded flayers head.>That balled fist of super-heated C'tan Necrodermis cracked into the skull of the flayer.>It cooked the unfortunate warrior's head into a molten sludge. >And followed the swing with a sweeping elbow to the other flayer, boiling its cranium in its totality.
>>6151031>With the threat neutralized I surged towards the ghost ark. >Atoms popping back into place, once more trying to hide the shining c’tan flesh underneath.>The moment my hand gripped onto the crest of the ark, Trazyn would have his pilot gun us forward.>Pulling myself up to the mag-clamp, I locked myself in.>Thankfully the cryptek form was back to stability. >And both Trazyn and myself rocketed off towards the translation point.>Not a word was said between us. >We returned back aboard the Lord of Antiquity.
>>6151032>That first raid upon the Ithakan coreworld, while fruitful, proved that rash action couldn't be considered. >Trazyn would be amused with his trinkets and the number of fine relics he managed to pinch, which would give me sufficient time to study.>Whilst docked within the blackstone fortress I was free to retrieve the Technomandrite archival ziggurat.>And there I was to find a number of sealed data-scrolls. >Matters pertaining to constructs, virulent Hexagrams, and the works on the forbidden Apis-class automatons. >Such writings were easily absorbed whilst I was still in this heavenly form.>And so with the material understood I could move to the next steps.>I called forth the scarab designated Charidotella.
>>6151033>The scarab had already been augmented in various ways, an unprecedented amount of grams of additional material was housed underneath its wings. >A thin plate layer of a material comparable to Godsteel had been gilded over its carapace.>”Dubbed Iskar, and known as Auramite by the Human thoughtform.” I mused.>Partial disassembly was required, and an extension to allow for additional hardware would be required. >With brief but useful messaging to the cryptek Sannet, I was able to learn further insights >Miniaturized Dimensional Destabilization Matrix would be wired into the construct to allow it free movement that could bypass a tomb world's long range translation blockers.>Lengthy lines of Authority engrams, and inclusion of the capability to cast a modified version of the Hexagram of Thuul allowed the construct the capability to co-opt other constructs to its service.>Further modification would see the scarab take on a lengthier form, similar to that of Canoptek Wraith.
>>6151034>Taking further lengths to ensure the constructs' loyalties would remain in line with our own, its engrams were briefly slaved to the primary fortress construct form.>Fully satisfied that the scarab was shackled to the cause I was ready to move on.>Calling Trazyn to join me once more, I told him I had something that would make our next excursion easier.>Heading to Phylosk, another coreworld of the Ithakas dynasty->We would descend down to the surface of the tomb world, once again staying well beyond the translation arrays of the capital. >And from the edge of that point I unleashed the singular modified scarab.>In an hour we heard no message back, but that much was to be understood.>Waiting another six months no word was sent back.>But by the second year we received an interstitial message that translation in and out of the tomb-citadel was now possible.
>>6151035>When we translated into the citadel we were met by nearly every variety of construct before us. >Acanthrites, doomstalkers, plasmacytes, reanimators, scarabs, sentinels, spyders, stalkers, wraiths, and no less than dozens of other lesser maintenance constructs filled the chamber.>And the single modified scarab laid before us, head tilted in imitation of a bow.>”I suppose now we have free reign on this tomb.” Trazyn murmured. >”This does take some of the amusement out of the expedition.”>Feigning a laugh, I turned to him. “You would prefer us be swarmed by flayers and engram damaged constructs as invaders.”>”I merely suggest it was more… entertaining.” >Shaking my head I moved onto the vaults of the Phylosk.
>>6151036>As we plundered the stores of vehicles, Trazyn began to chatter once more. >”What would become of Phylosk then?”>I told him, for there was no reason not to. ”Phylosk will fall in the defense of the entire system.”>”Bombarded by a group of biologicals that are still currently in their infancy.” >Trazyn eyed a Triarch Stalker. “And is it not that the defense failed for the lack of constructs we now take.”>”Or with such potent divinations why have you not simply obliterated the world of these biologicals before they can become a threat?” He argued.>Indeed he had a point.>But something shuddered within us.
>>6151038>An ardent rebuffing coming from the human thoughtform echoed within us.>Sentimentality, that alone was what held us from agreeing outright.>When this form finally runs out of energy, it shall be the gestalt mind of the cryptek and the thoughtform that will control this vessel. >So small- considerations will have to be made to allow this current incarnation to reemerge at a later point. >”Trazyn, we have an eternity on our hands.”>”The gravest threat to our kind is staving off boredom.”>”What is a few infected worlds compared to the worth of what will undoubtedly be one of the most entertaining biologicals that shall ever grace the galactic stage.”>The archivist considered those words for a time, for already he had something of inkling of who those beings might be.
>>6151039>Traveling deeper into the citadel, we would find every hall filled with hundreds of light sources.>Questioning the primary scarab I was enlightened on much.>There were indeed flayers in abundance on Phylosk.>Methods to dissuade them from spreading their already harmful engrams further required the newly recruited constructs to cease engram reception.>A voluntary damage conducted to themselves to be remedied at another time.>Lights would flood the corridor which would ward many of their kind away.>To the rare few flayers possessing some limited lucidity->They would be met by the familiar and welcome form of a Plasmacyte, bringing forth a deadly payload within its Monomolecular Proboscis.>Self immolation followed soon after.
>>6151040>With those concerns quelled, there was at last only the master program to look over. >Contacting the tomb world's master autonomic spirit was no easy feat.>But the wisdom imparted to myself by the Technomandrite Data-scrolls made the impossible feat a slightly improbable task. >Utilizing the accumulated data signatures of the world's constructs, spoofing the identity of the tombs was possible.>Coaxing the autonomic spirit to relinquish the Seraptek Heavy Construct’s from there place at the heart of the tomb world->For simple maintenance.>To my amusement->I was able to acquire 2 of these potent lords of war.
>>6151042>With countless Ithakan constructs infected with this newly concocted meme virus, moving to the next world I suspected would be no issue.>Six months was all that was required to crack the defenses of Efforion.>Only a scant three hundred semi lucid flayers had to be immolated.>Countless constructs were taken, and this time numerous stores of Cruisers were plundered this time around.>Only a singular Seraptek could be attained.>Triszehn was cracked open in two months.>It proved less bountiful but the masses of teeming constructs were always welcome.>Those at least that were not infected and subsequently obliterated.
>>6151044>Amidst our plundering a single stasis-casket was retrieved. >Once the coreworlds of the Ithakas dynasty had be suitably plundered of a majority of wealth and constructs,>There was the matter of the dynasties' subordinate worlds. >The worlds of the Erebur dynasty didn't seem to initially be infected->But all the same knowing that Duamehht would one day contest the so-called “king” Oltyx seemed wasteful.>So along with the score of artifacts, constructs, precious materials, and vessels, a single stasis-casket was secured. >Six more Seraptek across several worlds.>Exogh, Hetas, Perramesh, Teppihuk all slumbering had their stores of assets stolen.>Barrahyx who would be disrespectful to the summons of the Ithakan dynasty would be left with no constructs, and every vessel taken save for a single scythecraft carrier called the Forty-two Judges.
>>6151045>Karkh, a single border world was an interesting plunder for the world was utterly dead.>Not a single necron remained intact. >There would be no reawakening these necrons without alerting the attention of the awakened council. >And neither trazyn or myself were inclined to do so during such a dubious expedition. >So in addition to every asset being taken, I spent further time extracting items of significant interest. >Canoptek foundries, power nodes, and indeed the full armory of war engines were taken.>Excessive as it was being able to take an entire tomb world's master autonomic spirit system which had formed a gestalt consciousness amongst all of its vessels was not an opportunity we would pass up.>Trazyn was none the wiser as he was busy plucking up entire chambers himself.
>>6151047>Our plundering done it was time to move on.>The final venture was heading in the direction of each of the six known Gravitic Trebuchets.>As was foreseen, the first was indeed a gigantic Canoptek construct, its structure like that of an elongated spider.>The massive construct was six leagues long, with 8 sizable legs, an abdomen filled with unknowable engines capable of opening up dimensional gateways to inertialess realities. >Rousing the long dormant construct was easily done once the entire platform was taken into the blackstone fortress. >It was another matter to convince them through hexagramic overrides.>But simply possessing them was sufficient. >For such mighty war engines would be needed in the eons to come.
>>6151048>It shall be a long effort, coaxing the gigantic trebuchets constructs into service.>But it is nonetheless an altogether necessary effort. >That of course occupy us on our trip to our next destination.>And to conserve strength it would be more than appropriate to relinquish control at last to the two inhabitants of this body.>Leaving instructions burned into the engrams of the cryptek,>We allowed the form of light to recoil back into the modified orb embedded into the back of the cryptek’s back.>That remaining fragment of our star-light form shall lay dormant there for when we are needed once more.>Be Ishskar-
Going to be busy tonight and tomorrow but will try and have more ready soon
So i live, working on the next part and will be off the next few days so i should have alot more out.
>>6151050>Be Executioner Phillias >The resurrection of the Lychguard Agakhet shed some light on the situation within the tomb.>The discovery of some form of archival ziggurat located below the very tomb-citadel was made by the cryptek.>More likely that he simply recalled its location after his damaged mind was made whole. >Warded in a myriad of glyphs known and unknown to us. >On the contents of the archive, I could not say. >Experts would later be summoned to penetrate the archive and discern the material, if indeed the cryptek did not collect everything before his leave.>Word would need to be sent to the Awakened council, but frustratingly, a more completed investigation would be required before any executions could be conducted.
>>6153535>Sending interstitial communication to the vessels above orbit, I sent my commands. ”Reawaken my Datamancer and have him translated to me.” >The effort to further decipher a coherent narrative would be taxing.>From what the stationed Triarch could gather, Overlord Nefert had hosted regular gatherings of the assembled nobility, before her…unfortunate fall.>Overlord Nefert presented herself to her court as a petulant petty lord;>Having spent much of her court's time recounting war glories and reminiscing on the time of flesh.>And then she had imposed her will upon the Cryptek, ordering weapons be made for her.>The first of these being a master crafted Tachyon Arrow>It would almost be preferred if she had actually used the damn thing, a leveled landscape would be preferred to the billions of compromised constructs, and countless damages to the tomb citadel.
>>6153536>When the Datamancer was roused they would discover two translations reported from the linked Eternity Gate to Solemnace. >A scant few years before the arrival of our return fleet for that matter. >Had the trial been a bit more expedient, and the seizing of some of the Technomandrites been less time consuming then this would have never happened.>There was no use dwelling on it now. >For now we had some semblance of direction. >Whilst cleared of tampering, Ishskar was not yet cleared of relocating a variable armada’s worth of star fortresses. >A messenger was sent out to the awakened council, and the Phaerakh Savarekh was reinstated>For now we of the Triarch Praetorian will hunt the rogue cryptek.>And we would begin our search on the world of Solemnace.
>>6153537>Need to wake up.>Already I could feel the extreme cold wrap over me, my body frozen stiff under such temperatures.>When I finally take a peek around I find that I'm not alone.>Two wirey constructs of blackstone and a strange metallic-organic material hovered beside me, backs turned to me, having not yet noticed me.>In an instant it comes to me what these are.>Spindle Drone native to the blackstone fortress. >It would seem that once more, I’ve lost consciousness.>And my mind races to fill the gaps in time.
>>6153538>Time had passed since I had been in control of all my facilities. >The fully reformed consciousness of the cryptek had superseded my own presence in this body.>That was entirely distressing to me, as a ghost in a machine I was now beholden to the whims of another.>Then a painful recollection hit me, the cryptek had used my soul bait in a gambit against the Aeldari god Vaul.>I was nearly consumed, or maybe I have been consumed, my very being scattered across the Aeldari in a bid to infect them all. >Quelling my anxieties as much as I could, I focused on what happened next.>The C’tan form had taken over us, much like it had when Orikan had learned how to become a transcendent light being.>But the thing is, it lingered, either inside the consciousness of the cryptek or by simply pretending to be the cryptek>In either case it doesn't bode well for my soul.
>>6153539>There was also the fact that the C’tan disguised ishskar exposed himself briefly to physical contact with a flayer.>All whilst stealing entire fleets worth of voidships of the sleeping worlds of the Ithakas Dynasty.>And the altering of my favored canoptek scarab into a some sort of infectious vector to co-opt other constructs into my service. >Sometime beyond the Octodecillion mark that version of us stopped counting the innumerable swarms slaved to our cause, as they just kept arriving in almost exponential values. >All the HUGE gravitic trebuchets loaded into the fortress' expansive holds. >Interestingly enough was the presence of two Stasis-Caskets. >Containing the Head of the House of Erebur Duamehht, and a petty Ithakan noble known as Lysikor.>Both named necrons from the Twice Dead king series. “Why preserve them of all people?”
>>6153540>I wouldn't dare touch them, not while I don't know what the other inhabitants had in store for them. >No longer wishing to squander any more time, it was time to remove myself from my own stasis-casket.>I disconnected the sockets embedded into various ports across my buddy and retracted my wickering spinal-tail probe out of the casket.>And stepped out onto the floor of the room.>For the last few years I had been plundering wargear from slumbering necron dynasties, and Trazyn was helping me. >Burned into my very engrams was the c’tans mission, it was the same as my own.>To prevent and destroy the presence of warp threats.>Why it was pursuing the same goals as me I could only speculate.
>>6153542>Pulling forth the galactic map I surveyed my options. >I now had the forces to easily swarm a world just a fiercely as a tyranid bioship could>A fleet supported by countless smaller craft, six star-forts.>And six Gravitic trebuchets capable of the force of the meteor that wiped out the dinosaurs. >And even still I didn't feel it was enough.>The galaxy is an awful place, teeming with uncounted horrors, and so many ways to bring about awful fates. >Resolving my next course of action I had to make the move to attain even more. >I needed manpower, even more warfleets, and even bigger weapons.
HI Hello! We once again find Ishskar at another tough choice. Poor buddy is reeling from the fact he's been out of commission for an entire thread. Please help him out!What sort of action should ishskar pursue next?"Eat" Zarhulash, the Potentate a punk ass C'tan fragment [From Belisarius Cawl: The Great Work]"Enslave" The Autonomous Spirit of the Empire of the Severed [Codex: Necrons 9th Edition]"Recruit" Cryptek Zaa and Nemesor Amarkun to attain the Dark throne [From Battlefleet Gothic: Armada 2 Necron Campaign]"Steal" the Ymga Monolith, A device of physically cloning Necron ships [From Gathering Storm: Fracture of Biel-Tan]Or suggest a write in for what bonkers scheme ish should do to make sure your fav galaxy isnt infested one way or the other by some form a chaos/nid invasion.
>>6153547When does the emperor trap the void dragon on mars?I think our best bet is>"Recruit" Cryptek Zaa and Nemesor Amarkun to attain the Dark throne [From Battlefleet Gothic: Armada 2 Necron Campaign]
>>6153547>"Recruit" Cryptek Zaa and Nemesor Amarkun to attain the Dark throne [From Battlefleet Gothic: Armada 2 Necron Campaign]
>>6153547>"Steal" the Ymga Monolith, A device of physically cloning Necron ships [From Gathering Storm: Fracture of Biel-Tan]
>>6153547>Recruit, we need good loot drops.
"Recruit" Cryptek Zaa and Nemesor Amarkun to attain the Dark throne [From Battlefleet Gothic: Armada 2 Necron Campaign]
"Recruit" Cryptek Zaa and Nemesor Amarkun to attain the Dark throne [From Battlefleet Gothic: Armada 2 Necron Campaign]and kill Kephrekh for me :)
Damn it fine captcha. Get that damn monolith.
Recruiting seems to be the best idea rn.
Personally think we should you the "Steal" to better leverage the "Recruiting". Who better to put in charge of 'mostly' self perpetuating fleet?Either that, or use it as a selling point for them to be recruited.
>>6153547"recruit" first, but I will say that "enslave" is probably the most important on the list.The dark throne is too valuable to be lost to the sands of time, but so too is the severed empire's raw might of numbers. Taking the severed empire first would cause too much noise to go without detection, unless your plan is to gain control of it early only to leave it be.
>>6153547>"Recruit"finally managed to post
>>6153547> Recruit
Noted, Overwhelming the folks want me
