Pangea played the recording and watched Lorgar's face not changing once. Not even a brow creasing. His emotions tasted bland, with a faint sourness of annoyance and twinge of regret, her responded as if he lost a book he had yet to finish reading.

“I see. What will you do then?” Lorgar said.

“Before I decide, I wish to hear what you will prefer.”

“I wish to know, as Father's inquisitor, do you not realize what you do is no different from those who did the same?”

“Inquisitors, by definition, are agents under an institution making an inquiry. I eliminate threats against humanity.” Pangea said.

“Under whose authority?” Lorgar said.

Pangea's jaw clenched, patience already on the verge of breaking.

"Father's and my uncle's who is the Lord Regent and Father's advisor."

Lorgar nodded, a thin plastic smile formed.

“And I will serve Father, we are not so different, you and I. We both want what is humanity's best interest.” Lorgar said sincerely. “I can only assume this...
terseness is from your foresight. But know that I will never be the monster you see me as.”

“We shall see. Now, your answer.”

“I have none, I will leave my archdeacon's fate in your hands.”

“Then I will make my judgment.”

After the departure from Colchis the news arrived...

>Kor Phaeron died due to poison in his wine, which later Deacon Hayes was discovered to be the perpetrator of which led to his execution. Lorgar would
remain the ruler of Colchis. Colonists soon arrived to Colchis to survey the land for natural resources.
>Kor Phaeron would stay in Colchis, and would act as Colchis's Liason to the new arriving colonists to begin surveying Colchis for any valuable resources.

Rules
1. For write-ins, try to keep it at a medium length
2. Write-ins just can't be two options combined

>>6187919
>Poisoned wine.

Allow me to be clear lorgar. Suffer not the traitor to live.

>>6187919
>Poison
>But also apologize to Lorgar for our terseness and for what we had to do
Antagonizing him will only push him closer to Chaos

>Write In
>Kor Phaeron and his associates were publicly executed and their crime of plotting against the Emperor and the Imperium made known to the populace. The people of Colchis must remain watchful for any sign of treachery and hunt for any other traitors on their planet.
These guys are religious fanatics and they wholeheartedly believe in the Emperor, l'm sure that they'll be able to do a thorough purge of the planet and any further recruits from Colchis will be 100% loyal to the Emperor.
Plus, letting them do this in the name of the Emperor should show Lorgar that we're not here to burn his religion into the ground.

>>6187919
>>Kor Phaeron died due to poison in his wine, which later Deacon Hayes was discovered to be the perpetrator of which led to his execution. Lorgar would remain the ruler of Colchis. Colonists soon arrived to Colchis to survey the land for natural resources.

>>6187919
>Kor Phaeron died due to poison in his wine, which later Deacon Hayes was discovered to be the perpetrator of which led to his execution. Lorgar would remain the ruler of Colchis. Colonists soon arrived to Colchis to survey the land for natural resources.

>>6187935
Support.

Maybe add in a propaganda campaign that paint the worship of the emperor as a way for greedy men to trick loyal and faithful Imperials into being taken advantage of

>>6187935
I can support this over >>6187923

>>6187919
>Kor Phaeron died due to poison in his wine, which later Deacon Hayes was discovered to be the perpetrator of which led to his execution. Lorgar would remain the ruler of Colchis. Colonists soon arrived to Colchis to survey the land for natural resources.

>>6187919
I’ll support this: >>6187935
Despite the disdain that Pangea shares with her father and uncle, I’d like to think that she sees a practical value to having that faith around.

On a side note, I hope that Big E also comes around sooner or later. All that warp power via worship has to go somewhere, you know? And even if he outlaws religion, people will still keep that faith in a different form. Better that it’s directed toward Big E than some nebulous figure in the Warp that could potentially use it against him.

>>6187919
>>6187935
+1
frateris militia let's go

>>6188422
I wonder if the general direction of this could be fluffed as Pangea approaching Lorgar’s religious beliefs with a different method than she did with Rackham? In the latter case, simply telling him “you’re wrong stop doing that” didn’t seem to do much. Perhaps diverting that energy to a useful end could be better than causing a schism?

>Poisoned wine
>>6187923
>>6187924
>>6187943
>>6187953
>>6188402

Write-in
>>6187935
>>6187965
>>6187982
>>6188413
>>6188422

I'm going to need a tiebreaker gang

Question: In terms of Pangea's legion's method of combat which legion do they come closest to?

>>6188486
First guy changed his vote. See >>6187982
>>6188488
Rapid assault with heavy armour support, right? So something like the Luna Wolves/Son of Horus.

>>6188413
Yeah, I'm hoping that the Emperor, being a relatively pragmatic man on most topics except religion, would learn to utilize faith in a more productive/positive way for the Imperium, especially in a universe where strong faith can literally manifest super power.
I do feel bad that we didn't really make any headway with Rackham, hopefully we can do better with Lorgar and maybe set them up together so they won't be so isolated.

>>6188495
My mistake

>>6187935
>>6187965
>>6187982
>>6188413
>>6188422

and

>>6187982

Makes it the winner

>>6188495
Yes, I just wanted to crack some noggin from other anons to see how other legions will interact with Pangea's.

>>6188502
Reminds me of two least like kids in class sticking together kek

If Pangea doesn’t get some good support soon, she might start spiraling. Here’s to hoping one of her brothers pulls through.

Kor Phaeron and his associates were publicly executed and their crime of plotting against the Emperor and the Imperium made known to the populace. The people of Colchis must remain watchful for any sign of treachery and hunt for any other traitors on their planet.

Thus ended her time in Colchis.

Yet, an uneasiness tugged at her mind. Be it paranoia or worry, Pangea let her mind rest. The dark influence hand had been wrenched off, all that needed to be done was to watch Lorgar and Rackham. She leaned back on the soft office chair with a cup of tea in one hand and a quill in another. Sure, some documents needed to be signed and orders approved, but no mission from her uncle meant she could take her time. Also, working in her office meant people assumed she was working when in fact, she was…

>Writing a steamy romance
>Writing an erotica
>Doodling

Next to her written works were documents that she already signed and prepared to be handed to her subordinates. The door to her office opened after three solid knocks, Hector entered.

“Good afternoon, your eminence. I hope you are not busy?”

Pangea hid the parchments in folders absentmindedly, looking up at Hector instead of her parchments.

“I’m not and I have your supply requisition form approval here.” Pangea said.

“Thank you, your eminence. I’ll leave you to your work.”

Pangea nodded. After a brief nap, Pangea gathered her literary masterpiece to destroy per protocol. Except, when she opened the folder the parchment contained the signed supply requisition approval. Pangea grimaced, her heartbeat quickened. Pangea began her desperate chase.

>She activated her vox that would be heard all throughout the ship. There was no time to waste.
>Pangea guessed his destination [dice roll lol]
>Write-in

Colchis arc over, time for some fun until the next one

>Writing an erotica

>She activated her vox that would be heard all throughout the ship. There was no time to waste.

An emergency deserves an emergency response

>>6188752
>Writing a steamy romance
About a self-insert who is universally loved and trusted, especially by her family, and knows what to do, and can convince anybody.

>She activated her vox that would be heard all throughout the ship. There was no time to waste.

>>6188791
+ 1

>>6188792
>Support.

Pangea is one for self inserts, and all good romance is a basis for showing off her dreams.
But my God. This is a defcon situation.

>Bonus points for screaming into the mic "HECTOR DO NOT OPEN THAT FILE!"

>>6188792
>>6188814
Support both lol-

I can’t help but to imagine it somehow getting into the hands of Omega.

Maybe we should publish our works under a sudoname?

>>6188752
>Writing an erotica
>She activated her vox that would be heard all throughout the ship. There was no time to waste.

>>6188752
>Writing a steamy romance

>Pangea guessed his destination [dice roll lol]
There's no way he hasn't taken a peak at them by now. It's so fucking over.

>>6188792
That's not steamy, that's just sad.

>>6188752
>Writing a steamy romance

>Pangea guessed his destination [dice roll lol]

>>6188752
>Writing a steamy romance

>Pangea guessed his destination [dice roll lol]
let's go gambling

>>6188752

>Writing a steamy romance

>She activated her vox that would be heard all throughout the ship. There was no time to waste.

>>6188752
>Writing a steamy romance
And
>Write-in
Summon the retinue to search for the "documents". This is a very important mission and we need the best of the best.
Inb4 Alpharius took them

>Writing a steamy romance
>>6188792
>>6188805
>>6188814
>>6188868
>>6188880
>>6188889
>>6188894

>She activated her vox that would be heard all throughout the ship. There was no time to waste.
>>6188894
6188862
6188814
6188805
6188792
6188791

Votes counted

Pangea began her desperate chase, the most important chase in Imperium’s recorded history. She activated her vox that would be heard all throughout the ship. There was no time to waste.

“All hands on deck! I repeat all hands on deck!”

Her voice rang all throughout the halls and corners of Hydra. The thunderous but feminine voice rang. The workers lifted their heads, the astartes continued their patrols, and her retinue scrambled for their weapons.

“Hector Werserian, you must report to the bridge immediately and not open the requisition form!”

At the bridge, Hector waited. Pangea glared at him, eyes wide and hair frizzled and puffy covering her face. The crew ignored the scene ahead, too busy and afraid of the consequence of eavesdropping. Hector stood, one hand behind his back and the other presenting the folder. Before a word uttered out of his lips, Pangea snatched the folder faster than lightning.

“Did you read it?”

Hector paused.

“No.”

Pangea tasted the bitter regret and a tinge of sour yet sweet embarrassment. What she could not understand was the sweetness. Happiness? Elation? Why?

“You read it,” Pangea said, heat radiating from her cheeks. “You read it! Don’t lie to me Hector Werserian you read it!”

Hector sighed.

“I did. For what it’s worth, it was quite er… passionate. A fast-paced edge of your seat brain melting romance.” Hector quickly added further. “In a good way! Phenomenal is what I meant to say!”

Pangea covered her face.

“Your eminence.” A young voidsman said, clearly not wanting to be between. “I’m terribly sorry to interrupt but you have a message from Terra.”

“What does it say?” Hector said.

“You are to return for a campaign in Neptune.” The Voidsman said.

“Understood, you are dismissed.”

The voidsman bolted away. Hector waited for her response.

>“What did you think?”
>"Why did you lie?"
>“Did you really like it?”
>Write-in

>>6189217
‘’Would you like to publish it under your name? Along with- other works I write’’

>>6189217
Supporting >>6189221

>>6189217
>>6189221

>‘’Would you like to publish it under your name? Along with- other works I write’’

Yeeees. We're making sacred texts for the future Sororitas to covet.

>>6189221
+1.

>>6189242
We’re making the basis of the Imperium’s literature tradition in romance!

I can’t help but imagining a lot of kick-ass warrior princesses and a lot of bare chest Conan lookalikes.

>>6189217
>“Did you really like it?”

>>6189217
>“Did you really like it?”
>>6189242
Hopefully if all goes well we won't have any Sororitas tho

>>6189362
We could still end up with Sororitas, but they'll be screaming about Fact and Logic instead of faith.

>>6189217
>“Did you really like it?”
Don't force Hector to tarnish the Werserian family name by making him publish romance novels of all things. He comes from a military family, remember.

>>6189217
>>“What did you think?”

>>6189217
>‘’Would you like to publish it under your name? Along with- other works I write’’

>>6189382
Sororitas were the result of a shit-ass wannabe dictator using a legal loophole, so it has nothing to do with religion

>>6189574
It was Sebastian Thor the guy who overthrew the shit ass wannabe dictator Goge Vandire who made the sister of battle from the remains of Goge Vandires "Brides of the emperor" who were originally a small female cult from San Leor who practised a more ascetic and rigours version of the faith which included a strong emphasis on martial training.

And it was mostly because Sebastian realized that all those people promising to protect the church if he disbanded the frateris templar were not at all willing to put their money where their mouth was.

Then it mostly got allowed because the other high lords or space marine chapter masters were to busy cock slapping each other or were willing to concede the smaller sisters of battle in return for disbanding the frateris templar.

>“Did you really like it?”

>‘’Would you like to publish it under your name? Along with- other works I write’’

>>6189221
>>6189240
>>6189242
>>6189265
>>6189563

>“Did you really like it?”
>>6189293
>>6189362
>>6189384
>>6189620

>“What did you think?”
>>6189476

Votes counted

“Would you like to publish it under your name? Along with- other works I write’’

Hector's eyes glanced away from the princess's earnest eyes, shining like the most precious jewels in all of galaxy. Try as he might, no amount of self-delusion could ever muster him to like the mess. Unrealistic characters, jumbled plots, and the sheer projection of the princess's wish made the slop pitiful. Yet, this mess of a literary corpse brought more endearment for the princess.

“Y—" Hector sighed. “No. It's simply not for me, I doubt my family will approve of it either. Not that I’d care for it.”

“I see…” Pangea said. “Well that does make sense. Forgive me, I was too excited.”

“Of course.” Hector replied with a curt nod. “If I may be forward, you can submit this to a publisher under a false name. While it is not my preference, I'm certain you'll find an audience.”

“Really, do you think so?”

“You have the passion for it.” Hector said, neither confirming nor denying. “If there's anyone who can succeed through hard work, it's you.”

A hot blush tickled her cheeks. Perhaps, her little dream would come into reality in the future. When The Great Crusade reached the end, an author's life suited her fine... maybe with someone to be with.

Pangea walked the halls alone after ordering her retinue, crew, and her nephews to rest. Away from the spiraling hives, no busy sounds penetrated the auramite walls. The Imperial Palace may be a castle, but the Sanctum Imperialis and its inner rooms were home.

Pangea walked past the gate that led to her room and The Chambers of Auspicious Conquerors. Rays of sunlight poured through the windows in the halls. Auramite walls shone warmly, bathing Pangea’s weary eyes and cold skin in a loving embrace. At the hall that led to her room, a giant stood. His thick blonde hair turned toward Pangea. His lips peeled back into a snarling grin as she approached her.

“You are Pangea, yes?” A guttural growl marred his gothic. “I am Leman, King of The Russ.” He slapped his chest with a beaming pride.

“Nice to meet you, Leman. I’m happy to be reunited.” Pangea said.

“You are not like my brothers, are you? Not a primarch?”

The sting lasted for a brief moment, but still bothered that the word affected her. Pangea tasted curiosity in Leman more than hostility. Though she could tell his beastly ways hid his cunning nature. He was calm, calculating, emotions suppressed and replaced by analyzing thoughts.

“I am not a primarch.”

“But you are a warrior and a wise woman, much like the shield maidens,” Leman said sincerely. “Father and Uncle said you are a huntress of foul beasts and magics.”

“Something like that.” Pangea said, her head rose high and she stood taller. “Though I suggest you ask Father if you wish to know more. I am not the right person when it comes to teaching someone.”

“I will,” Leman said. “I never had a sister. What do you do with our other brothers?"

>“Fulgrim and I drink tea.”
>“Horus and I sparred from time to time.”
>"Angron and I sparred from time to time.”
>“Sanguinius and I painted.”
>“Magnus and I studied tomes and psychic abilities.”
>Add primarch

>>6189933
>“Horus and I sparred from time to time.”

>>6189933
>“Horus and I sparred from time to time.”

>>6189933
>"Angron and I sparred from time to time.”

>>6189933
>“Fulgrim and I drink tea.”

“Fulgrim and I drink tea.”

>>6189933
>“Fulgrim and I drink tea.”

I wonder if Leman will drink tea with Pangea or just walk off

>>6190379
He'd probably prefer to drink mead with her than some weird leaf soup.

>>6189933
>“Horus and I sparred from time to time.”

>>6189933
>“Horus and I sparred from time to time.”

>>6190395
This gives me a idea for a drinking game the 20 brothers could play-

They get a large spinning table- order their own favorite drink (or lease favorite)- then spin the table. Wherever it lands- they have to drink it.

Including Pangea.

Last one standing wins

>>6190507
>Konrad fills a chalice with the blood and tears of one of his victims
>Sanguinius puts forth a bottle of strangely viscous "red wine"
>Mortarion just pisses in a tankard and claims it's ale from Barbarus

>>6189933
> “Horus and I sparred from time to time.”

>>6189933
>>“Sanguinius and I painted.”

>>6189933
I might change my answer here: >>6190633
To the following choice instead:
> “Fulgrim and I drink tea.”
She’s probably proud of her martial prowess, but I like the idea of Pangea leaning into her more relaxing hobbies nowadays since she’s had to deal with a lot of stressful stuff.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>“Horus and I sparred from time to time.”
>>6189948
>>6189958
>>6190404
>>6190502

>“Fulgrim and I drink tea.”
>>6190129
>>6190154
>>6190373
>>6191086

I will do a 1d2 coin flip

>“Fulgrim and I drink tea.”
Wins

“Fulgrim and I drink tea.”

Leman’s eyes did not change. His lips pulled down then back with a confused squint of his icy blue eyes. He scratched his head, unsure if he heard his sister’s answer, his sister, the woman who destroyed a planet and killed warlock with ease.

“Tea?” Leman said. “That is what you do?”

Pangea shrugged.

“Fulgrim can brew really good tea no matter the blend. Honestly, Fulgrim is good at just about everything.” Pangea said with a proud smile. “Have you met him yet?”

“I’ve met Angron. A fierce warrior and a diplomat. It’s rare to see both on Fenris.” Leman said. “He said you like to spar. You use a bow and spear, ja?”

His feral grin aimed at his sister. A simple excitement and hope emanated from his fanged smile. He looked down, eyes scanning his little sister like a wolf on the prowl. Lithe limbs, pretty face, behind the initial appearance he saw a warrior. The callous on her hands, the unwavering eyes, he did not need to be told his sister was no shiny sword made to be admired.

“When I need to. Fighting is a means to an end.” She stared at her hand. “I don’t like fighting as much as I did back then. Angron’s great too, I’m sure he can subdue a planet with his words or his hands.”

Pangea looked up at her brother, dressed in a black tunic with a wolf pelt worn across his chest with fur cuffs and a fang necklace. No king can win with only might, Leman, beneath his barbarian costume, saw a primarch with a calculating mind.

“I have some time to spare, would you like to come inside?”

“How about a fight?” Leman said. “Angron obliged and told me your speed is formidable.”

Pangea planned to train in the Tower of Hegemon, no doubt called if she did not enter on her own. The comforting air of her home lulled her, her heavy eyes wanted to close. A nap sounded more alluring than a spar.

>“I’m tired from my journey, I’m afraid. While I’m not as good as Fulgrim, I can brew you some tea if you’d like. Maybe wine?”
>“I’m tired from my journey, I’m afraid. I have books that might interest you.”
>“I’m tired from my journey, I’m afraid. Outside of sparing, is there something you are interested in?”
>“One round. I’m still tired from my journey.”

>>6191338
>“One round. I’m still tired from my journey.”
let's indulge our bro a little

>>6191338
>“One round. I’m still tired from my journey.”
Any other primarchs on Terra right now? We might be able to hook Russ up with someone else after our one round.

>>6191338
>“One round. I’m still tired from my journey.”

>>6191338
>“I’m tired from my journey, I’m afraid. While I’m not as good as Fulgrim, I can brew you some tea if you’d like. Maybe wine?”

>>6191338
>One round

>>6191338
> “One round. I’m still tired from my journey.”

>>6191338
>“I’m tired from my journey, I’m afraid. While I’m not as good as Fulgrim, I can brew you some tea if you’d like. Maybe wine?”

Update will be later tonight

>>6191338
>“One round. I’m still tired from my journey.”

One round
>>6191351
>>6191364
>>6191376
>>6191390
>>6191391
>>6191744

>“I’m tired from my journey, I’m afraid. While I’m not as good as Fulgrim, I can brew you some tea if you’d like. Maybe wine?”
>>6191386
>>6191574

Votes counted

Sorry for the short update, been a tough Friday.

“One round. I’m still tired from my journey.”

“That’s the spirit!”

The training arena inside her brothers’ chambers was a mile wide, with machines, weights, and training weapons of the highest quality. At the center was a wide open field with a circle painted on the floor. Leman brandished a double headed ax and Pangea took her usual training version of Palatine. Pangea held her spear with a loose grip, feet slightly tipping up and her legs spread.

“Come at me then!”

Pangea did not reply. Leman huffed frustratedly, he hunched forward, his legs bent down, in a matter of seconds he closed the distance with one leap. The battleax danced, biting through the wind as the blade missed the Pangea’s dodging. She jumped back, eyes fixed to Leman with a neutral expression. Pangea already knew she was no match for Leman, he was fast, if not for her small frame she’d been hit already.

This spar would end with her defeat. She could only control how the fight would end.

>Pangea continued to dodge and weave, until one of them would collapse or give up
>Pangea abandoned defensive tactics, she would lose, but getting a hit would e satisfying
>Write-in

>>6191886
>Abbandon defences
I wish for a caveat. If it would be a mortal wound or a hit to the throat, then do it.
If not, Just wear him.out.

Dying for a flesh wound is a bad trade.

>>6191886
>Write-in
Use her psychic power to strengthen her attack to match Russ' swings. If it's a fight he wants then it's a fight he'll get.
Need to show him that there's more to psyker power than just trickery.

>>6191900
Seconding

>>6191886
>Pangea abandoned defensive tactics, she would lose, but getting a hit would e satisfying

>>6191900
That seems like a bad idea. Russ would call that "cheating" and "fucking witchcraft".

>>6191886
> Pangea abandoned defensive tactics, she would lose, but getting a hit would be satisfying

>>6191898
I'm gonna assume you meant to type abandon defense option

>>6191886
>Pangea abandoned defensive tactics, she would lose, but getting a hit would e satisfying

>>6191886
>Pangea continued to dodge and weave, until one of them would collapse or give up

>>6191886
>>6191900
>Write-in
>Use her psychic power to strengthen her attack to match Russ' swings. If it's a fight he wants then it's a fight he'll get.
Need to show him that there's more to psyker power than just trickery.

We haven't held back on using out psyker abilities to close the gap with our brothers before. I don't see why we wouldn't now.

>Pangea abandoned defensive tactics, she would lose, but getting a hit would e satisfying

>>6192102
>>6191957
>>6191919
>>6191898
>>6191919
>>6191957
>>6192102

Votes counted

Pangea abandoned defensive tactics, she would lose, but getting a hit would be satisfying. Palatine responded in kind, aggression with aggression, a volley of thrust lunged with fury. Leman laughed, blocking every attack with absolute ease. While her thrust felt like attacking a giant slab of auramite, Leman’s swings struck like a giant slab of auramite and fast as lightning. Her heart pace quickened, adrenaline coarse through her veins, her eyes darted frantically looking for the next attack.

In the split second, Pangea opted for a block.

The force knocked her footing, before her back hit the ground Pangea took the momentum to flip back to an even footing and distanced herself. Leman did not give chase, he instead walked forward, his battleaxe tucked between his side and arm as he clapped.

“Well done! Not even the best warriors on Fenris can move like you. We can continue on another time.” Leman said. “You are still tired from your trip, ja?”

She was no primarch. She knew this. She’d prefer an insult than pity. Once again, Pangea sensed no hostility or impudence. He meant every word, and knew fully well his sister was… beneath him and his brothers.

“I… I am.” Pangea said, swallowing her anger with a thin smile. “If you will excuse me, I will go first.”

“I’ve brought Fenrisian Ale, how about—”

“No.” Pangea snapped, replying with a sharp tone that she was surprised with. “No, thank you.”

Pangea treaded the hall in silence, acrid spite built up in her heart, she needed to relax.

>She found herself inside the Tower of Hegemon, drenched in sweat as she trained continuously
>Pangea left the Sanctum Imperialis, and into the Outer Walls in disguise and her psychic ability suppressing her presence.

[No Write-ins]

To make up on the missing day, I'll do another update so vote today!

>>6192282
>Pangea left the Sanctum Imperialis, and into the Outer Walls in disguise and her psychic ability suppressing her presence.

>>6192282
>She found herself inside the Tower of Hegemon, drenched in sweat as she trained continuously

>>6192282
> Pangea left the Sanctum Imperialis, and into the Outer Walls in disguise and her psychic ability suppressing her presence.

>>6192282
> Pangea left the Sanctum Imperialis, and into the Outer Walls in disguise and her psychic ability suppressing her presence.

>>6192379
>>6192350
>>6192297

Votes counted

Pangea left the Sanctum Imperialis, and into the Outer Walls in disguise and her psychic ability suppressed her presence, while not invisible, she appeared as a normal civilian. Being invisible could cause more trouble and required unnecessary concentration for a brief walk.

The Outer Walls, also known as Outer Palace, are composed of the middle nobility of Terra, those not important enough to reside in the Inner Palace but important enough to be in the vicinity. The path from Sanctum Imperialis to Outer Palace was many, one route Pangea preferred was a mag-lev rail to a supply depot at Lion’s Gate Space Port then back up to the top of the Outer Palace.

“Did you hear? Some of the primarchs are back from the crusade!”

“I did, I saw the astartes at the spaceport! Fearsome looking they are, I’ll tell you that.”

Tall towers, spires, and arches choked the sky. Webs of bridges and roads connected every corners of the streets. Encased in metal and supporting golden alloys, the buildings shone bright as humanity's future. Pangea walked through the clean streets, the children ran past as they giggled.

“One day, I’m gonna be a space marine!” A boy said.

“I want to be a fighter pilot like my

Proud banners of the legiones astartes hung high above. Not only the heradry of the legions, but her brothers, even Rackham. Each of their faces were captured by the greatest artists, depicting her brothers as demi-gods rather than humans. Fulgrim’s banner had the most female admirers, and Pangea knew well he would preen if he ever saw the scenery. Among the banners, Pangea did not found hers, not even on recruitment posters, a faceless soldier took her place instead. She never was part of any posters or Imperial news. She looked up, her hands balled into fists.

“You are not like my brothers, are you? Not a primarch?”

The words stung.

She would always be the little sister. Always beneath them, under their shadows, having a legion of her own meant nothing. Even her reason for her creation was meant to serve the primarchs. Pangea continued to stare at the banners, she heard footsteps approaching behind.

“Aren’t they dreamy?”

A young girl, similar to her age with fair skin with long red hair said. She wore a red and black dress with an open black tunic with white frills. A noble girl, one who never saw the horrors of the galaxy where boredom would be her greatest threat.

“Excuse me?”

“The primarchs, I can look at the banners all day. Especially Lord Angron.” The girl said. “I’m Bridget Olva Pius.”

“Nice to meet you. I'm Gaia.”

“I don’t see girls walking around alone often and you don’t look like a servant,” Bridget said, she looked up and down. “You’re dressed boyishly, I wish my father would let me dress like you. A dress is so hard to move in sometimes.”

“What about a toga?” Pangea said.

She shook her head.

“Then I’ll get called a Princess wanna-be and no one wears a toga since they can't look good as the princess does. She can look good in anything I swear.” Bridget let out a defeated sigh. “Hey Gaia, if you got nothing to do, would you like to accompany me to a parlor?”

>“I’m afraid I can’t now, I didn’t tell anyone that I left home. But I can invite you to my home later on?”
>Pangea shrugged “Lead the way.”

>>6192516
>Pangea shrugged “Lead the way.”

>>6192518
>Pangea shrugged “Lead the way.”

>>6192514
>“I want to be a fighter pilot like my
I'm curious now
>>6192520
maintaining my vote

>>6192523
Goddamn it I'll get it fixed

Meant to say
>>6192514

“I want to be a fighter pilot like my father!"

>>6192518
>Pangea shrugged “Lead the way.”

>>6192518
>Pangea shrugged “Lead the way.”

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>>6192518
>Pangea shrugged “Lead the way.

>>6192518
>>Pangea shrugged “Lead the way.”

>>6192518
>Pangea shrugged “Lead the way.”

>>6193019
Support.

Maybe we can be a wing-woman for one of our brothers?

Pangea shrugged. Uncle and Father did not order her to see them, and no other business required her attention. She would indulge with the girl, Pangea hoped some normalcy would help her ease her frustration.

“Lead the way.”

“Wonderful!”

Unlike the metal interior, the parlor kept a wooden interior, or at the very least, appeared to have one. The checker pattern floor shined, waxed and polished much as the halls in the palace. Pangea noticed the lack of men in the room, only women at her age or younger. The pict-cast showed only the clean footage of the Great Crusade, rather, only handsome men of the Imperial Army, The Imperial Navy, and the primarchs, once again leaving Pangea’s face out of the spotlight.

This is a parlor… Pangea scanned the area.

“Come on, there’s a seat over there.”

Pangea and Bridget settled into a wooden table and chair with soft cushions.

“It’ll be my treat. Is there anything you want?” Bridget said.

“I’ll have what you’ll have.”

“Ackenberry soft serve it is,” Bridget said.

A tall glass of dairy-based iced treat arrived with a drizzle of ackenberry sauce. Pangea melted at the sweet flavor, her gaze fixated on the icy treat, she forgot the last time she indulged herself so gaudily.

“So, Gaia. Are you from Terra?”

“I am visiting.” Pangea said. “You must be from Terra, your dress is fantastic.”

She preened, not noticing the change of topic.

“Oh it is, isn’t it? I had it made from the same tailor that made the princess’s toga!” Bridget said.

Pangea realized she never met a girl of her age outside her duty. Daemons, cultists, xenos, she had seen them plenty. Killed anything that stood her way. But never someone so normal, someone so blissfully unaware.

>“What do you know about the Great Crusade?”
>“Do you have any hobbies?”
>Write-in

>>6193149
>“Do you have any hobbies?”

>>6193149
>What are your hobbies?

>>6193178
Support.

>>6193149
> “Do you have any hobbies?”

>>6193319
>>6193214
>>6193216
>>6193178

Counted

“Do you have any hobbies?”

Pangea stirred the half finished soft serve.

“Promise not to laugh, but I like to read…” She leaned forward. “Romance novels.”

Pangea’s eyes flickered up. Bridget blushed, breaking away from Pangea’s gaze.

“I know it’s childish and—”

“I like writing and reading romance novels.” Pangea said.

“You… you do?” Bridget slammed her hand on the table and shot up. She clasp her hands together and bounced “I do too! Oh I knew you and I
were going to be good friends! Are you finished with your soft serve?”

“Yes but I should—”

“I’ll lend you some of my favorites, I’m sure you’ll come back to Terra. Come on!”

Bridget led to a quaint home of three stories, where Bridget showed all her romance novels in bookshelves in a small library made for her by her father. They discussed favorite novels, tragic romance, comical romance, and even romance with actions Anything that had to do with reading romance and writing romance. Though Pangea did not share her works, she certainly learned more from Bridget.

“And you promise to visit?”

“If I am able to, I will send word.” Pangea held a stack of books. “Are you sure you don’t mind giving these to me?”

“I can buy them again. Not like they’re limited editions.” Bridget said. “If you’re going to travel for a while I’m sure they can help you alleviate your
boredom. If you can write me a letter?”

Pangea nodded.

“I will. I promise.”

Pangea returned to the Inner Palace, she skipped throughout the halls and hummed a nice tune. Today was a good day. The next morning however, Pangea waited for a summon or a message. Yet, none arrived in the morning.

>Pangea entered the Throne Room
>Pangea entered The Sigilite’s Retreat
>Pangea entered the Tower of Hegemony

>>6193334
>Pangea entered The Sigilite’s Retreat

>>6193334
>>Pangea entered The Sigilite’s Retreat

>>6193334
>Pangea entered the Throne Room

Hey quick question, does anyone remember a story named Parchment and Bolters?

>>6193334
>Pangea entered The Sigilite’s Retreat

>>6193334
>Pangea entered The Sigilite’s Retreat
Pangea's acquired a normie friend.

>>6193500
I think I've heard of it but haven't read it.

>>6193500
I remember most of the popular 40k ones, 40k AI, Cup-anon, Parchment and bolter, Necron anon and word bearer

>>6193334
>Sigilites retreat

Ny first instinct was hegemon. But custodies aren't very comforting.

>>6193334
>Pangea entered the Tower of Hegemony

>Pangea entered the Tower of Hegemony
>>6193784

>Sigilites retreat
>>6193565
>>6193563
>>6193367
>>6193358

Votes counted

>>6193646
Nice, I think I'll continue Parchment and Bolter some other times.

Pangea entered The Sigilite’s Retreat.

An earthy scent, the old smell of books. Pangea traced her hand on the stone walls. Memories unraveled before her eyes. Days of her childhood, fleeting and sweet, ignorant. Pangea closed her eyes to take in the air. Pangea walked past the wooden rocking chair. She looked up to see the second floor also being empty.

“Uncle?” Pangea said.

No words replied.

“Uncle!”

Two days have passed since her arrival on Terra. Neither Father nor uncle called for her.

“Daughter.”

No footsteps. Not even a psychic presence. Pangea whipped around, hand reaching for her hidden dagger tucked on her back. The blade let out a metal hiss, Pangea left hand glowed in crackling blue.

“Astarte.” Pangea snarled, she pulled her combat knife. “This area is off limits for people like you.”

The woman rolled her eyes.

“Please, as if I have something to gain from this pitiful room. Your father also allows me access. Much has passed since your absence. Malcador and your father are busy.” Astarte interlocked her fingers together, her shoulders tightened, she gazed up with hope in her eyes. “I was hoping we could talk. Mother to daughter.”

Pangea did not sense hostility, then again she sensed nothing, blocked by the psychic barrier. Astarte levitated two chairs facing one another and sat. Pangea sat across, if she was alone without supervision, maybe a lot did change the past five years. Astartes crossed her legs, her interlocked hands rested on her knees.

Astarte remained calm.

A simple mother and daughter talk.

But what would she ask about?

“Are you doing well?”

Pangea shrugged.

>“I heard you finally defeated your enemy, The Hermit.”
>“I heard you visited Colchis and met Lorgar. Tell me about him.”
>“I heard you had your first daemon encounter on Roith… are you well?”
>Write-in

>>6194017
>“I heard you finally defeated your enemy, The Hermit.”

>>6194017
>“I heard you visited Colchis and met Lorgar. Tell me about him.”

>>6194017
> “I heard you finally defeated your enemy, The Hermit.”

>>6194017
>“I heard you had your first daemon encounter on Roith… are you well?”
Big E's just letting her wander around? Though surely not without supervision, there's probably at least one Custodian hiding in the room.

>>6194017
>“I heard you visited Colchis and met Lorgar. Tell me about him.”

>>6194017
>“I heard you visited Colchis and met Lorgar. Tell me about him.”

>>6194081
>>6194131
>>6194334

Votes counted

Question. Will adding a game mechanic like in tyranid girl quest will be a deal breaker for you?

>>6194815
I don't mind more gameplay since this is basically a CYOA as is, but what would it actually entails?

>>6194817
When it comes to some combat, convincing or investigations, like a very light ttrpg. It's similar to Kids On Bike but tailored to this quest. I recommend you check out Tyranid Girl quest to get a good idea.

Say for example, Pangea need to convince her brother let's say Lion (cause he's a prick), she'd roll a dice plus the stat's modifier. Hope that helps.

“I heard you visited Colchis and met Lorgar. Tell me about him.”

Pangea crossed her arms, she sneered not at Astarte but the very name. No longer did she stare past her, but at her. Her nose wrinkled and her lips twisted to a scoff, Astarte did not need to use her psychic powers to tell a great wave of displeasure Pangea had in meeting her brother. A small part of her found the reaction endearing, and mostly disappointed. Was that her motherly instinct that made her disappointed or was Pangea just special? She certainly tried to know her children, but their homeworld molded them beyond her grasp. At least Pangea knew her and was raised on Terra.

“I don’t like Lorgar.” Pangea said.

Astarte giggled quietly.

“I can tell. Is this because of your visions?” Astarte said.

Pangea narrowed her eyes. On closer look, Astarte truly did share resemblances with herself. The shape of her eyes, nose, and her head shape, even the slight curl in her hair that allowed her to stylize her hair with ease.

“How much has Father told you about me?”

“Enough. You forget, daughter, your father and I have known each other longer than the founding of The Imperium.” Astarte said. “Do you dislike Lorgar because of what you saw, or what he is now?”

“What he is now.” Pangea said venomously. “He is a primarch, gifted with Father’s genetics and grown with his knowledge. He should have known better. Lorgar and Rackham. They squander their birthright.”

“You speak as if you do not have the same thing.” Astarte said.

“I’m not a primarch.” Pangea said bitterly. “They are. No matter what I will never be on their level.”

“Child,” Astarte said gently. “You have been gifted the most important aspect of your father.”

Pangea looked away, or at least tried to hide her interest. However, her hand idly tucked her hair behind her ear.
“Well, what is it?”

“His potential.” Astarte said. “No psykers can learn as fast as you can or break limits time and time again. It will take hard work, but you’re no stranger to that. Value yourself more and do not let comparison steal the fruits of your labor.”

Astarte leaned forward, her handstroked Pangea’s head. Unlike Father’s the movement was human, not calculated and warm. The door opened again. Malcador and a custodian entered.

“It seems my time is up,” Astarte said. “I will see you soon, Pangea.”

>“Will I see you again?"
>“Thank you, I’ll remember what you said.” “
>Write-in

Also, yay or nay on game mechanics? I want to gauge your interest anons.

>>6194860
Meh, I enjoy more narrative based outcomes than gambling.

But it's not like it's a deal breaker, I enjoy tyranid girl quest too.
>>6194858
>I'll remember what you said.

>>6194858
>“Thank you, I’ll remember what you said.”

>>6194858
>“Thank you, I’ll remember what you said.” >>6194860
Yay from me. Things not going our way can be fun sometime.

>>6194858
>“Thank you, I’ll remember what you said.” “

>>6194860
I'm fine either way. But >>6194931 makes a good point, things going wrong can be interesting sometimes.

>>6194858
>“Thank you, I’ll remember what you said.”

>>6194858
>“Thank you, I’ll remember what you said.”

Hmm, I suppose introducing game mechanics this late would feel a little off. I like that Princess Quest and Tyranid Girl feel different in that way.

>>6194858
>>“Thank you, I’ll remember what you said.” “

>>6194860
i wouldn't mind, Pangea is slowly entering in the big league of power at this point and she is not inexperienced anymore in many aspects.

>>6194858
>“Thank you, I’ll remember what you said.”
Astarte might have a point. Though Pangea wasn't developed under the close eye of Big E and Malcador, she's still derived from the whole of the Emperor's essence.
>>6194860
I'm fine either way. But maybe a trial period would be a good idea to see if it would be a good fit.

>>6195097
>>6195091
>>6195071
>>6195016
>>6194932
>>6194931
>>6194894

Votes counted

“Thank you, I’ll remember what you said.”

Astarte nodded and smiled. Pangea ran toward Malcador and embraced him which he returned. Pangea then greeted Longinus. Malcador ignored Astarte as she walked past and exited the room.

“Come along, Pangea. There is something we need to discuss.”

“We’re not going to talk here?”

“The discussion is not to be spoken in an open space. We will speak below.”

Pangea followed through the halls and stairs that led to the Dark Cell. Unlike her first time, the whispering madness and seeping dread felt dull and Pangea easily shrugged off any intrusive fear. Her time as an inquisitor gave her ample experience to not fear treading the halls of the Dark Cell. The fear remained, but she accepted them and learned to push forward. Pangea traced her hand on the smooth wall, knowing full well this was about Roith.

“Sit.” Malcador said.

Inside a small and empty room, an iron lantern dimly lit the room. Pangea sat across Malcador.

“The destruction of Roith was justified. I will not tell you how to cope with the decision you have made because there are times where I reminisce.” Malcador said with an understanding gaze. “How are you faring?”

Pangea’s shoulders sagged as she sighed relievedly.

“I… I am well. The exterminatus on Roith was my decision, and I must carry that weight.” Pangea said.

“Your retinue is supportive of your decision?"

“They are,” Pangea said, smiling. “I couldn’t ask for a better retinue.”

“Good.” Malcador paused briefly. “Your knowledge of daemons are only on a surface level. In the future, the Inquisition will be formally structured with ranks and protocols. You will be under my tutelage, and then you will patrol the dark cells for your training.”

A jolt of fear struck Pangea.

“Am—Am I truly prepared?”

“You will be tutored, your first assignment will be…”

>“Patrolling the Hall of Relics.”
>“Patrolling the Black Cages.”
>“Patrolling the Vault of The Long Night.”

I will do a test drive, more on that later.

>>6195529
>“Patrolling the Vault of The Long Night.”
Malcador copes by telling all of his darkest secrets to a half-eldar clone who keeps killing himself.

>>6195529
>“Patrolling the Black Cages.”

>>6195529
>“Patrolling the Vault of The Long Night.”
I'll assume that you meant the Old Night, so I'm going with this one. I wonder if the Angel is still there.

>>6195529
>“Patrolling the Vault of The Long Night.”

Nightmare prison here we come XD

>>6195529
>“Patrolling the Hall of Relics.”
>>6195532
>Malcador copes by telling all of his darkest secrets to a half-eldar clone who keeps killing himself.
that's canon ? didn't know that

>>6195765
https://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Ael_Wyntor

>>6195739
>>6195649
>>6195532

That was the name, thank you anon. Votes counted

“You will be tutored, your first assignment will be Patrolling the Vault of The Old Night.”

The name struck in Pangea’s confidence.

“The Age of Strife…” Pangea whispered.

“Are you afraid?”

Pangea bit her lips, unsure how to answer. She nodded. The Dark Cells were protected by custodians exclusively for a reason. To walk the very halls of the Old Night prisoners meant facing the evil that even Father could not destroy, or so dangerous that his pinnacle soldiers needed to contain them.

“I am.”

“Fear is a good tool if used right. Do not forget that emotion, but never forget that fear cannot control you. Your new training will be unlike anything you have faced. Your retinue and your astartes will take on duties away from the frontlines and will be informed. Rest well, Pangea.”

Pangea returned to the Sanctum Imperialis Principa. Due to the private and the exclusive nature of the area, not many personnel roamed. Despite the bright rays of sunlight, fear darkened her mood. Pangea ordered a servant to bring all books on the Age of Strife from the archive, and spent all afternoon gorging on every knowledge available. From the beginning where the Men of Iron mysteriously disappeared, from Father’s emergence on Terra, nothing escaped Pangea’s desperate hunger.

A knock interrupted her session. Stacks of books surrounded her bed. The sun had already left and draped the palace in darkness. Heavy footsteps, far too heavy for a custodian and as not as soft as an astartes. Not to mention, she already heard his voice.

“What is it, Leman?” Pangea called from her bed.

“The night is still young, how about you, my sons and I go for a night of drinking. We’ve fought but yet to share a drink!"

“I’m going to bed. Leman. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Pangea returned to her book.

“I also brought wine and fruits you like! Come now, don’t you want to know what Fenrisian Ale is like? You won’t regret it!”

Either Leman was playing the barbarian king for his men, or he still thought his sister was an idiot. Pangea sighed.

“I’ll be out in a moment.”

A thundering cheer boomed.

Pangea dressed into a simple toga. Once she opened the door Leman and his sons beamed.

“I knew you couldn’t resist!” Leman said.

The smile irritated her. Up in the Katabat Terrace, Leman poured a tankard full of Fenrisian Ale. She had to admit, while strong the spiced honey did sit right. Pangea patronized the barbarians who had yet to be augmented, Leman told stories from his birth to meeting his Father and acted as a translator for the visitors. The last thing Pangea expected was her brother being raised by wolves which proved to be true. That was no tall tale.

“So, tell me brother,” Pangea said, she glanced at the two humans who went from reveling to sleeping.

>“Do you think of me a fool when you masquerade as a barbarian?”
>“Why did you come to my room?”
>“Who told you what I like?”
>Write-in

>>6196050
>“Do you think of me a fool when you masquerade as a barbarian?”
Can you even read, furry boy.

>>6196050
>“Who told you what I like?”

>>6196050
>>“Do you think of me a fool when you masquerade as a barbarian?”

>>6196050
>“Do you think of me a fool when you masquerade as a barbarian?”

>>6196050
>“Who told you what I like?”

I'm more interested in who Russ wrangled that info out of. Who has he been chatting with?

>>6196050
>“Who told you what I like?”

>>6196197
I'd guess Malcador. Maybe Hector.

>>6196197
Alpharius, of course.

>>6196050
> “Who told you what I like?”

>>6196050
>>“Why did you come to my room?”

>>6196050
>“Do you think of me a fool when you masquerade as a barbarian?”

>>6196050
>Who told you what I like?
>You can drop the barbarian act.

>>6196488
It's one or the other anon

>“Do you think of me a fool when you masquerade as a barbarian?”
>>6196094
>>6196130
>>6196169
>>6196399

>“Who told you what I like?”
>>6196106
>>6196197
>>6196217
>>6196258

Gonna need a tie-breaker

>>6196488
Not counting this I can't tell which you are voting for

changing mine to asking about his barbarian act, then

>>6196662
Tiebreak was reached. Thank you anon. I might not be able to update today. I will do a double update to make up for it. Just feeling too tired after work. Fuck corporate, dumb fucks changed my workplace's software and then brought in more customers through fucking sales.

The sweetness of the honey eased the spicy yet nutty flavor. Pangea sipped on her tankard of Fenrisian ale. Diani was with her family, Hector with his old friends to assist his old colleagues, The rest of her retinue were on shore leave then were to be assigned non-combat duties. Pangea placed the tankard down gently and bit into the melon’s soft flesh elegantly, ensuring no juices would stain her toga.

“Do you think of me a fool when you masquerade as a barbarian?”

“A fool?” Leman smiled with a snarl, his sharp teeth glinting from the pyres that lit the garden. “Come now, sister, your words will sour the mjold!”

“Leman.” Pangea said with a tired bitterness, cheeks flushed and tongue loose. “Deception is a weapon to use against the enemy, not family.”

Leman leaned back, he released his tankard and glanced at his sleeping guards. The toothy grin deflated and his wide eyes softened. The clenched jaw loosened as his body relaxed. For a woman so small, he never met a gaze heavier than before.

“Is that what you see me as? A liar?” The growling accent disappeared, a flawless high gothic flowed through his lips.

“Yes, you are a man forced in a lie that will one day be consumed by it.” Pangea said in high gothic.

Leman sneered.
“What would you know?” Leman said. “You were raised next to Father, spoiled rotten like the princess you are. I am the king of my people, I do not have the luxury of being true to myself.”

Now it was Pangea’s turn, she scoffed.

“Oh I’m spoiled? Rather hypocritical for a man who was engineered to be a demi-god!” Pangea said. “Oh woe is me for I am a king with no equal. ”

“Better a hypocrite than a little girl with a clear envy of her brothers.” Leman stood up from his seat, leaning forward with a twisted scowl. “You are no primarch. You are a mere side project that Father happened to find amusing. A byproduct of leftover scraps.”

The world paused. Hot tears formed from the corners of her eyes.

>Pangea stood up and left, once far from her brother she wiped her eyes.
>Pangea flipped the table, and unleashed a full force of her psychic push.
>“I hate you.” Pangea said in a tearful yet venomous whisper, then left the garden.

No write-in

>>6196685
>“I hate you.” Pangea said in a tearful yet venomous whisper, then left the garden.
That was out of nowhere from Russ.

>>6196685
>Pangea stood up and left, once far from her brother she wiped her eyes.

>>6196685
>Pangea flipped the table, and unleashed a full force of her psychic push.
I guess Pangea's team Magnus all the way now. Dumb mutt.

>>6196706
Don't forget Magnus's underlings are all around us. Don't earn the enmity of a whole future Legion.

>>6196708
>Horus, Sangy, Angron, Magnus, Alpharius (and maybe Rackham because we're the only one nice to him) VS Russ
Won't be much of a fight.

>>6196730
Who said there will be a fight?

>>6196685
>>“I hate you.” Pangea said in a tearful yet venomous whisper, then left the garden.

>>6196685
>Stood and left.

He has tried to be gregarious and get close, twice.
That earns him some grace. Bur if not I would have blasted him with psychic powers. Because what the fuck.

>>6196685
> Pangea stood up and left, once far from her brother she wiped her eyes.

>>6196685
>Pangea stood up and left, once far from her brother she wiped her eyes.

>>6196685
>Pangea stood up and left, once far from her brother she wiped her eyes.

>>6196685
>Pangea stood up and left, once far from her brother she wiped her eyes.

Ah Leman you play the fool and keep your feelings to yourself but you aren't good with handling it when people don't buy the happy go lucky savage.

Smacking Russ while satisfying should be done at another place and time and in a duel not a sneak warp attack. And i rather like Russ so i do want us to eventually achieve a good relationship with him so lets make it clear we won't play this game without joining him on name calling.

>>6196861
Russ hates psykers despite having rune priests and shit. Not sure if there's a way to make their relationship better until Leman grows up.

>>6196688
I can see young Leman would be like that since later in the HH he realizes he became the lie he tried to maintain, maybe her commnet struck him deeper than he thought.

>Pangea stood up and left, once far from her brother she wiped her eyes.

Pangea is young but I'd like to think she's learned to control her emotions

>>6196987
Russ does distrust Psyker powers but he does get along relatively well with psykers, sharing a good relationship with both big E and Malcador so i don't think its impossible for Pangea and him to get along eventually.

>>6196685
>Pangea stood up and left, once far from her brother she wiped her eyes.

>>6196705
>>6196754
>>6196759
>>6196845
>>6196861
>>6196987
>>6197032

Votes counted

A wave of anger rampaged in her stomach, turning acidic where she could barely contain herself. However, as a psyker and from her years as an inquisitor she knew better. Pangea stood up and left. At the moonlit hall, Pangea ensured no one was present then wiped her eyes. The first drop rolled down to her chin. A flood of tears broke, staining the auramite floor. She knew the words meant to harm her, yet… they spoke true.

She was made in a pod, unlike her brothers who were handcrafted. Her brothers, gifted with abilities and a legion, had none.

—We found you in the deepest cells of fortress owned by a warlord during the Unification War.—

—I admit, I did not support your creation. I saw no use of a daughter—

It was only after she proved her worth did she gain Father’s attention.

The dark thoughts gathered and burrowed deep within her heart. Tonight, one thing was made clear: Leman Russ was no king, he was a liar and she hated him with all her heart.

The next day, deep within the Dark Cell, Pangea already passed through the various halls and corners with no troubles. She was not led to the vault yet, but taken to a small cell locked with auramite door inscribed with runes. A shadowkeeper opened the door. The cell's cold air bit at her cheeks, and a familiar dread tried to paralyze her. Pangea knelt in front of a large black crystal in the shape of a dodecahedron held by white chains and nails. Green lines of the crystal glowed as the fumes slowly seeped out. This crystal held the daemon of Nurgle known as Sevenfold Trimiasma. All potential recruits of the shadowkeepers must breathe the daemon's fumes for three hours without aid. So, Pangea chose to do it as well despite her uncle's advice.

She was no primarch and Astarte's advise was correct. Comparison was a thief of joy.

She knew this, yet… Leman’s words echoed in her mind. Pangea shook her head, her trial had begun. She needed to focus.

[The system is finished but it [needs some tweaks but it is at a state where I can release it. The first roll ever in this quest and the first in this experiment yay! Please roll me a D10 with a Grit modifier which is a +3]

[So it will be D10 + 3]

Difficulty: All three rolls must be 6 or higher
Amount of rolls: 3
Dice: D10
Modifier: Grit [+3]

Each anon gets to roll once. The first three will be counted. So if one of the first three rolls does not go 6 or higher Pangea will fail this time. Please ask if you have any questions

Thank you for indulging me in this experiment anons.

Rolled 2 + 3 (1d10 + 3)

>>6197401

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>6197401

>>6197405
Because this is our first roll, I will ignore this

Rolled 4 + 3 (1d10 + 3)

>>6197411
The probability of achieving success here is about 50%

Rolled 8 + 3 (1d10 + 3)

>>6197401

Rolled 8 + 3 (1d10 + 3)

>>6197401

>>6197408
>>6197421
>>6197438

Three hours of agony.

The fumes did not form like gas. No. It wriggled in her lungs. Small strands of threads writhes underneath her skin. An indescribable pungence spread from the stomach from the neck up. The sensation intensified with each inhalation, pain did not describe her whole experience, Pangea could not dare to relive the experience to find the right word. On the third hour, Pangea stumbled out of the cell and fell to her knees.

“Stand up.”

Pangea looked up.

“Valdor?”

Pangea planted her feet to the ground, then lurched up as her thighs pushed upwards. Her footing nearly staggered, but her quick reflex caught herself from falling. This was but the first step. A bead of sweat rolled past her weary eyes and to her chin.

“Are we going to the vault now?”

“No. We are going to train.”

Valdor turned around, Pangea hurriedly followed. Inside the mag-lev rail, Pangea stood in silence.

“To you, what is loyalty?”

Pangea blinked, she looked up to meet Valdor’s gaze. Pangea could not read Valdor;s thought or his emotions. Rather, she tasted none.

>“I don’t understand… Why are you asking me this?”
>“To follow orders, but also to have the courage to speak against an order one might see as unwise.”
>“To follow without question. To be an instrument of the master’s will and cutting all ties to one’s origin.”
>Write-in

>>6197847
>To have the best interests of your chosen cause at heart in everything you do. To obey an order in support but to question seemingly unwise orders, and act with initiative towards it'd betterment.

Loyalty is more than obedience.

>>6197847
>To have the best interests of your chosen cause at heart in everything you do. To obey an order in support but to question seemingly unwise orders, and act with initiative towards it'd betterment.

>>6197847
>“To follow orders, but also to have the courage to speak against an order one might see as unwise.”

>>6197847
>>6197855
+1

>>6197847
>>6197855
>To have the best interests of your chosen cause at heart in everything you do. To obey an order in support but to question seemingly unwise orders, and act with initiative towards it'd betterment.

>>6197847
I’ll support this:>>6197855
I wonder if this increase in training is due to Malcador and Big E wanting to put Pangea’s emotions to productive use, or if she performed well enough to be given additional training in accordance with the increased responsibilities that she’ll soon have?

>>6197855
Supporting.

>>6197855
supoortan, this makes sense.

>>6197855
Support- and seem very in character

>>6197855
+1

>>6197855
>>6197928
>>6197940
>>6197951
>>6198142
>>6198206
>>6198382
>>6198435

Votes counted

“Loyalty is to have the best interests of your chosen cause at heart in everything you do. To obey an order in support but to question seemingly unwise orders, and act with initiative towards its betterment.”

He nodded to feign approval but in reality he was disappointed. Pangea spoke as a leader, not as the agent of The Emperor. That was not loyalty, at least, not the loyalty that he knew. Loyalty was unflinching, unquestioning, needing neither acknowledgement nor rewards. Her definition was so… human, so different from what The Emperor often demanded, not that he ever ignored councils from his companions or forbade questioning him but The Emperor never doubted himself. The daughter was more sincere.

“Would you refuse an order even if it was from your Father?” Valdor said.

“That will depend on the order.” Pangea said. “The Imperium’s goal is saving humanity, a goal important as this I’m certain we will cross many lines… as I already have. We can’t afford to justify all our actions every time. No one is infallible. Not even Father.”

Unreliable. Much like the primarchs, she let her experience shape her. How could she be so similar yet so different from The Emperor? Pangea looked up, boring into his eyes as The Emperor would with his companions.

“And you, Valdor?” Pangea said.

“Devotion.” Valdor said.

“That’s it?” Pangea said.

“That’s all there is.” Valdor said.

The mag-lev’s showed the bright spires of Terra, tall towers that stood over the once strife-ridden world. Pangea smiled as she watched the hives of Terra. While for Valdor, he felt nothing. No pride or joy, nothing. Duty was all he has known and forever will be.

>“Why are you questioning my loyalty?"
>“Was there a time you disagreed with Father?”


No write-in

Fuck me Valdor’s hard to write, and it feels like I neglected a very important character.

>>6198768
>“Was there a time you disagreed with Father?”

>>6198768
>>“Was there a time you disagreed with Father?”
I'm sure there's something we can pry out of him.

>>6198768
>“Why are you questioning my loyalty?"

>>6198768
>"Why are you questioning my loyalty?"