Faces unfamiliar to you pass by, speaking in a tongue of gibberish that is only partially comprehensible. Half of them wear tribal attire of losers larping as tribal warriors, but their cosmetic scars and muscles were way too refined to be just costumes. The sky rolls in a color you've never seen before.
>>6334084You look up, and the realm shifts into a cobwebs of wires and clockwork, human sacrifice, and cultists in the garbs of avians carving their skin open to release wriggling parasites underneath. You run through unending catacombs, past statues defaced with the vandalism of riots, smelling the putrefaction of bodies littered on the ground. You find sunlight, and almost fail to stop as you hit a stone railing on the other side. An endless labyrinth of stone spires reach and sprawl for thousands of miles. Up to your right, a jagged mountain made of needles and thorns, and to your left lays an endless ocean of orange sand. You try to catch your breath, and your lungs are burned by the carcinogenic atmosphere outside.
>>6334085You turn around to look for somewhere to hide and find yourself in a party, debauched beyond measure. Partygoers and hosts are naked, their only clothes serving only to elicit more provocation. Piercings pack their bodies in places you somehow know are of the highest concentrations of pain and pleasure receptors. Tables line in uncooked meat and glasses that stink of spoiled milk and antifreeze. You take a whip from behind and turn to your attacker to see a morbid thing, anorexic and ghostly white with eyes that are flooded black with melanin, aside from the irises that glow with the yellow of a flower. Behind you someone rubs a liquid on your wound, setting it on fire with agony and you thrash trying to get it off. You throw wild punches trying to scare off the crowd in self defense as you push through the hung curtains trying to find an exit. You find only more wall, and in despair you yank down on a curtain trying to keep yourself upright despite the pain.
>>6334087"Coward." You hear above you. "Are you just gonna keep running, or fight back?" You turn up to look at the speaker. A man with a body riddled in scars and bandages, one arm missing, ending in a stump, and the other outstretched handing you a weapon. "If something upsets you, make it stop existing.". Before you can say anything, he throws himself onto a line of barbed wire. Blood gushes from him as the wire weaves into his flesh. You turn around and see a sky of black clouds tinted red, and the ground potmarked with craters and ornamented with elevated stone positions. You feel a rumbling behind you as the noise of an engine approaches. The only way out you can see is over the dead man who just gave you his weapon. You step on his back and over, taking off into the dusk lit field beyond. Falling into a trench, you look for a dugout room you can lock yourself inside of to wait out the nightmare. You cross paths with men in garbs you can't recognize in what looks like fascist uniforms. They lunge at you with bayonets instead of shooting you. They seem to move in slow motion as you decapitate both men with apparent ease. You find a door and bash into it, finding a room with a field radio blabbering orders in a language you can't understand. You curl up and try to force yourself to sleep.
>>6334090You open your eyes, and look around, finding a field of flowers and people walking in meadows of plenty. You approach them seeking to ask where you are. They rip from the ground the seeds of the earth and munch on it, and when they swallow the same chewed up seeds fall from under their tattered clothes. You realize with your nose as you get a closer look their putrid faces bloat as corpses left out in the sun. Flies buzz around and push themselves in and out of their mouth and nostrils. "Are you looking for something?" it asks with perfect clarity despite its mouth and tongue never moving. You run again, swatting at the flies as they try to follow you. Your gut finally gives up and you double over, falling and vomiting on the grass.
>>6334091The world fades out and you’re left in nothing. A black dark void surrounds you everywhere as you find yourself in the center of a 8 spoked wheel with 4 faces alternating them. They Speak. Times are changing, Empires rise, stagnate, and fall. As they always do, as they ought to. Hubris flares and burns, yearning for more. always more. Blood flows endlessly, from Father to Son, from Brother to Brother. The corpse sits living, dying. Healing, rotting. For this and eons more. And in the eye of all there is, lies you.
Become lucid of these nightmares. They shall bother me no longer.
>>6334093You wake up with a pounding headache from last night’s bender, you try and almost remember something involving Brazil and the himalayas but the thought escapes you as your headache flares with your heartbeat. Your ears ring in a noise you’ve never heard before but are somehow more familiar with than your own breathing.You don’t hear the cars downstairs, the streets are silent. Strange, it should’ve been a workday today. You try and fail to find a window so your body autopilots you to the bathroom to wash your face, and as you finish, you see it. The most beautiful, masculine face you’ve ever seen in this or any other life, with deep golden yellow eyes that stare into your soul and smoothly immaculate tan skin, and silken smooth, long, black hair that extends down to your back. You stand there for minutes, basking in the mirror’s beauty, taking in every minute detail of it in fear that it might disappear if you so much as blink. and then it hits you.It is You.>scream>inspect more>show off>write-in
>>6334096>show offGive a cheeky little flex in the mirror and show off your smile as if on the cover of a magazine.
>>6334096>inspect moreFucking mirror must be broken or something
imma need a tiebreaker until tomorrow or i'm gabling these choices.
>>6334096>show offStart flexing.
>>6334096>show offMust still be dreaming!
>>6334096>Pull down pants for routine cock inspection.
>>6334096>show off
>show off
>>6334422>>6334419>>6334411>>6334176>>6334158>>6334097You start by your hand feeling and going up your arm. Your impossibly smooth skin contrasts beautifully with your perfectly defined muscles. You strike a pose to show off the absolute guns that they are and see your biceps and triceps bulge and flex simultaneously. Fibers going taught against skin and threatening to reveal a vein hidden between them. While lost in your self-made exhibit, you notice your other muscles crying for attention. Your wide chest calmly rises and falls with your breathing, but independent from that are your pecs, flexing in a similar rhythm, wanting to join in on the show. You strike another pose to give them the spotlight and as you do you notice more muscles participating as well. Your lats, your abs, your several back muscles, and even your legs, all working together in unison to create flawless movement.This is incredible. The best, most wonderful body you've ever seen or felt, although you only ever had your previous 30-something body before, this is the best upgrade you could ever have dreamed of.Satisfied with the little show you just gave for now, you walk in the surprisingly spacious shower box, that could easily fit in just the bathroom of your previous home, and turn on the water. It comes out freezing cold. Your body knows it's barely above freezing temperatures and despite that, you couldn't be more serene. The temperature doesn't bother you, and in fact feels rather pleasant as it flows and washes over you, taking the last dregs of sleep with it. The cleaning lets you flex and thoroughly inspect your cock and body more closely than in the mirror, as you reach for your parts you study the intricacies of your physicality, how this body must've been made and forged in the sun by God himself with how perfect, unblemished and whole it is. And as you're still lost in your disbelief, you unknowingly but visibly frown at the thought you just had.As you come out of the shower refreshed and ready for today, you decide what to do next.>im hungry, time for breakfast>this bathroom is huge, how big is this house?>what's that damned noise coming from?>write-in
this is my first qst and today was a rush so i couldn't elaborate more on the scene. if there's activity i'll try to post today or earlier tomorrow.
>>6334514>what's that damned noise coming from?There's got to be a catch.Emprah Johnny Bravo? Hell yeah.
>>6334514>im hungry, time to go out for breakfastLet's find out how gay and stupid this world is.
>>6334514>what's that damned noise coming from?it must be the rape dwarf in the walls
>what's that damned noise coming from?do we own a musket for home defense?
>>6334514>for>im hungry, time for breakfastcome on you cant just expect me to not eat food do you?
>>6334921>>6334612>>6334898here goes nothing.
>>6334514As soon as you step out of the incredibly spacious bathroom, there it is again, that noise from earlier. It never stopped, you were just having so much fun in the mirror and shower that your mind just tuned it out. Well, here you are now, clean and alert, with an unknown noise that's impossible to ignore. So you decide to follow it.
>>6335123With a towel around your waist, you set forth through your home searching for whatever might be causing this noise in your head. Going through your bedroom first, okay it wasn’t there. Closet? no. Apparently I have an armory – Holy shit this place is stacked – also not there. Maybe the kitchen? It’s clean, equipped and seemingly organized by someone with borderline OCD. The noise is here but this is not where it’s coming from. The freezer room? stocked full with meats from animals that you both recognize and don't, also more silent than the rest of the borderline palace house you’ve got, so not here either. There’s a library, filled with so many books that it wouldn't be a surprise if it took you more than a thousand years to go through them all. It’s as silent as the freezer was but different, it felt more natural there than it is here. The study, with a sturdy wooden desk table and a sinfully comfortable chair, and the view. A full wall glass view of a majestic mountain range that'd leave anyone who saw it breathless, but it's different.The noise is bigger.
>>6335124As you walk towards the window, you can feel the change. It doesn't get louder or quieter, but broader. Like opening up the range to pick up more but without the interference that'd come with it. In your approach, you pass the desk and your chair, and the noise dims. It doesn't escape your notice. You take another step forward, to be sure, and it dims further. Turning your attention to your desk, you step closer, the noise immediately becoming clearer with each step. Standing right next to your chair, you can feel it almost there, like the last missing gaping hole of a puzzle, and you know that all you need to do to fill it is to sit.So you doThe world is barren. Disparaging, techno-barbarian tribes struggle and war for survival in this desolate wasteland. Oceans, once full of depth and life now lay wastelands filled with death and strife. Warlords roam and war freely amongst each other, vying for scraps of a now nearly forgotten golden age. Powers struggle for control and survival, utilizing and abusing any means within their reach. The planet spins amidst a chaotic sea of empyrean miasma, too thick for any human being to consider traveling its void waters. Looking further out you see them. The 4 faces from your dream in all their insanity, through their gaze they laugh, curse, invite, mock, praise, lie, promise you all at the same time and not. And before their tendrils can reach you.You raise from your throne.
>>6335134The psychic connection, amplified through your room, is now severed, leaving you with the revelation of where and when you are. You can’t go back to how your life was yesterday, this is your home, your life now. Your head is filled with a million thoughts but you must make a decision now.>explore the rest of the palace>still hungry, have breakfast>go outside>write-in
>>6335136>Breakfast.A growing boy gotta eat God damnit.>>6334852Also fucking kek that image.
>>6335136>still hungry, have breakfast
>>6335136>still hungry, have breakfast>wonder where my servants are for an estate this large
>still hungry, have breakfastlet's hope it aint corpse startch
>>6335136Can't tell if we're THE emperor or some other incredibly large but less psychically sensitive Terran warlord, which isn't entirely impossible.>still hungry, have breakfast
>>6335388how fucked would that be is at the end of the quest everything we built was destroyed by an even more beautiful chad of an emperor without trying by his psycho insane thunderwarriors
>>6335478>these supersoldiers cannot best me, my majicks are too grand!>"Oh hey, I was looking for you, SKELETON ATHIEST DEATH BLAST"It would be fucking goated if QM had the gall. The sheer disbelief of it is phenomenal.
>>6335489or imagine if we escaped and took our alt knowledge of 40k with us (im assuming our character has some knowledge from his own world)somewhere on terra Emps during the Horus Heresy is thinking "wonder what ever happened to that guy who kinda looked like me"meanwhile another galaxy over"okay so you guys are the psycho warriors and I am space king got it? now kill all aliens and women."
>>6335478That's when we see what he's doing and race him to the finish line; he can't unify Terra if WE UNIFY TERRA FIRST! Or, more likely, be in control of such a large portion of the planet that we're treating well enough that he feels it's reasonable to try for an alliance instead of brute-force us into submission.
had family business today so i'll only post tomorrow.>>6335141>>6335262>>6335308>>6335388votes counted for now and more people may vote later!>>6335564>>6335511I wish i was that creative.
>>6335652>>6335388>>6335308>>6335262>>6335141alright, recounted and almost fully ready. Still got something done though!
>>6335134“God-”a scowling frown leaves as soon as it appears.”That was a mistake.” You say to no one in particular, looming over your desk. You fear falling back on your chair and having it happen again, whatever the fuck it was. “How did I even get here in the first place?” You try and remember retracing your steps on a day barely begun, an impossibly accurate clarity paints and replays your recent memory, showing you details you would’ve never noticed before. ‘Why is there so much gold everywhere?’ you think and add another question to the growing pile. As your mind returns to your dreams, all you can remember are nightmares. Though it no longer terrorizes, their absurdity still baffles and disgusts you even awake.Your stomach quakes, a deep and powerful grumble – bigger than any you’ve ever felt in your previous life – indicating your growing hunger.
>>6335980“Right, I still have to eat.” You remind yourself with a few pats on your abs, it simply feels wrong to call it a belly with how hard and defined it is. Walking towards the kitchen, you try to ignore the noise, you just found out, comes from literally everywhere, routing your mind to other things that might catch your notice instead. And it does. Something faint, silent, like it’s trying very hard to be out of your way, constantly moving around and with each step you take, making an island of artificial calm around you. Though appreciated, you can’t help but feel a little unnerved at this. ‘Are you the one causing this? or is there something else? maybe someone?’
>>6335987The thoughts and gold decorations distract you until you return to the kitchen, still with just a humid towel as garment, you see a full course breakfast already made and prepared for you. “What? How?” You can’t help but question the room as you approach the feast. Eggs, Meats, Juices, Cereals, Fruits, There’s everything here! You know the meat might’ve come from your stashed full freezer, but you couldn’t have guessed that you had so much food here. “Am I supposed to eat all of this by myself?” You try to ask the shifting not-silence around you to no avail. You take your seat to eat your feast when the size of the fruits takes your notice. “Have they always been this small?” You take what seems to be an orange from the table and it’s barely larger than a marble in your hand. You pop it in your mouth to taste and find yourself mistaken, it’s a tangerine. Still pretty good though. You take a piece of cutlery to try the rest, because it’d just be ridiculous if you ate all of this food with just your hands, even at its size.
>>6335990It’s delicious, you pick something else to try and it’s also delicious. You take some of the meat that appears to be bacon to you and as it touches your tongue, you’re not sure it’s bacon but you don’t care, you can’t remember having anything taste this good in your life! Every bite you take is an explosion of texture and flavor you’ve never experienced at this level of quality. You can guess and feel some similarities to the food you used to have but comparing this to that is just plain wrong, like drinking water from an oasis after an eternity in a desert of acrid piss and shit. You open your eyes again, not realizing they were even closed to begin with and stop. There’s someone in front of you. A full suit of golden armor and red accents is standing in front you, watching you eat. How did it even get so close without you hearing it? “Is everything alright, my lord?” It says.>yes, everything’s perfect.>who are you?>come eat with me>write-in
>>6335996>yes, everything’s perfect.My mind burns for answers, but I'll play it cool to start out with and then work my way into finding out what I want to know. It feels like it would be a mistake to bluntly ask who the person before me is.
>>6335996>yes, everything’s perfect.>remind me again, good man... what was your full legal name?
>>6335996>>write-in>yes, everything’s perfect.>I find myself in a strange mood. It's as if I've awoken a new man, and appreciating everything I have more than before.
>>6336005I like this. +1
>>6336005+1
>>6336005I like where this is going.+1
>>6335996>show off your body (and cock) to the golden suit
>>6335996>yes, everything’s perfect.>by the way, what's the current date, it seems i've lost track of time
quick question. the emperor only starter being called that after he met malcador right? so what would the custodes call the emperor when he didn't have that name yet? sire? liege? just my lord?also gonna be a little late today. new wardrobe just arrived.
>>6336435Mr. E, of course.
>>6336441Kek, right on.
>>6336005>>6336003>>6336001>>6336298alright it's done
>>6335996“Yes, Everything is perfect.” You blurt out before the surprise reaches your face. “I merely find myself in a strange mood this morning.” You continue, hoping the bullshit excuse is enough for this guy. “Understood, Mr E.” He responds, in a monotone full of purpose. You go back to your food and reach for some more of that not-bacon, closing your eyes in delight as you savor the masterfully cooked meat and fat. Opening your eyes again, you see that your golden companion is still with you, silent and still. “Say, are these new?” You question him, trying to escape this awkward silence. “Mostly, my Liege. The meat came in today in a trade caravan from the ethnarchy, and the rest is the result of last week’s hydroponics experiments at the third north-eastern platform.” “Yes, splendid results.” you say taking in another bite.
>>6336598Okay, let’s review. 1- I need to keep my cool around this guy, he’s super fucking weird. Why’s he wearing that armor? And why is it gold?! So impractical!! 2- There was an apparent race war by the sound of that ‘ethnarchy’. Did any side win? Honestly I'd rather not know. 3- Apparently I’m someone important enough to be someone’s Liege. Where in the hierarchy am I located though? Lastly, it seems the calm around me is being coordinated by this guy. Although he seems to be completely still and silent, he’s constantly sending microsignals to who-knows-where with his body in that armor. How the fuck is that even possible and why is someone like that calling me their liege?!.Is there anything else? I need more info.>report>so you’re…?>walk with me>write-in
i really should read over what I write but then this wouldn't come out today.
>>6336600>Report>Any information that can be gathered without it being obvious you're phishing for info is neccessary.
>>6336600>I mentioned my strange mood... It is a mood for new beginnings, and new perspectives>Bring me our historical records, please. The most basic, with the fewest baked-in assumptions.meaning ones we're less likely to be confused as fuck trying to read, lol
>>6336625>>6336639We can do both of these."Give me a quick rundown on the latest happenings. After that, I'd like to review some basic historical overviews. How far back do our records go?"
no update today cuz it's family day,happy family day to all
oh fuck i didn't check 4chan at all today gotta write!>>6336639>>6336625>>6336651counted as write-insgood shit.
>>6336600You “Hmmm” musingly as you bring a glass of juice to your lips, you have no idea what fruit it’s made out of but it’s still as delicious as the rest. You set the glass after savoring it for a good moment. “Have you the latest report?”. His silent coordination stops as his focus turns completely to you. “Yes, Sire. The gene-conditioning and training of the warriors you’ve recruited is progressing without issue. We currently have 5 legions battle ready, and are projected to quadruple their host within 30 days.” –I have an army?!– “Nomad caravans say that Ursh is preparing an invasion on Akkad, though they don’t believe the information is accurate.” Alright, there might be a war soon, that explains the army. “Yndonesic refugees tell of a Panpacific invasion on the Yndonesic bloc and the Xeric tribes.” Nevermind! There’s one already happening!! “Scouts report of Indoi migrants settling near the ranges, possibly to escape future conflict. And the General Project remains on stand by”You bring up your glass to enjoy another sip, you deserve it after managing to keep your poker face through all of that. Time to bullshit your way through this, you can do it! “Hmm”, you swivel your juice around as if it were wine, and put on a soft smile on your lips “This is progressing quickly. Action is coming.” You can’t help but giggle internally at the little reference of a shitty joke from your past life “Bring me to the archives.” Instead of replying immediately, your golden friend hesitates before asking “Your personal archives or the general archives, Sir?”>write-in>general>personal
>>6337669>Personal"Well, I was going to look over some basic history but now that you mention it, there are some things I need to review from my personal documents."This should clarify some details such as who the gilded kitten is.
>>6337669>personal
>>6337686+1>>6337669
>personal>>6337686>>6337859>>6337866counted and written
>>6337669“I’ll need the personal archives this time, there are some things I need to review from my personal registry” You say with decreasing fake confidence. You take one final bite out of your meal, leaving barely a dent in your breakfast feast and stand despite how much you ate. It was probably being refilled as you gorged yourself and you were too engrossed in it to notice, you hope it’ll still be here when you come back. “Well, let us go then.” You say motioning him to guide you on.The living golden armor leads you back to your bedroom and stands near the doorway, leaving you clueless in the middle of the room.’Is that it? This is where it’s supposed to be? This is just the bedroom!’ You monologue as you slowly pace through the room ‘An incredibly nice and comfortable bedroom but still one nonetheless and not a personal archive!’ You could not be anywhere nearer internal panic right now, but externally, you’re the undisputed definition of serenity. ‘Alright, let’s calm down and think through this carefully. There could still be something here that I missed, right?’ You quickly glance at your companion, hoping for any hints as to where the archives are hidden, but he remains a statue. ‘Nothing from him.’ You glance at the bed. ‘Probably nothing there either.’You make a full stop and decide to take in everything in the room. There’s the supremely comfortable bed, where you’ve had both the best sleep and worst nightmare in at the same time. The window, with the same beautiful mountain range view as the study. Doors that lead to the closet and out the room. A bookshelf, filled with thick, hard leather books that don’t feel right to you. A corner armchair, facing the bed and the window view, with a side table next to it, holding a book that immediately piques your interest when you look at it.‘Maybe go for the…’>bookshelf>armchair book>write-in
>>6338197>armchair bookGotta go with your gut.In other news, Big E has a cuck chair.
>>6338201it's for guests
>>6338204>It's for guests
>>6338201a CONTEMPLATION chair, for Big E's Big Thinks.>>6338197>sit in the cuckchair, read the hotel bible or whatever it is
>>6338197>bookshelf
>>6338281>>6338201alright counted. this is gonna be a big one and i have no idea on how to do it.
>>6338197‘Armchair book.’ A terrible thought crosses your mind as you make the decision, but you discard it before it is fully contemplated. You sit down on the armchair facing the mountain range window view, and the beautiful looking sky, despite the toxic looking clouds covering the ranges just below its highest parts. You pick up the book beside you and set it on your lap, and as you’re about to read the first line, the world goes dark.The great council of ancient elders gather around the burning bonfire, their faces ranging from despairing indifference to hopeful optimism, but altogether united in vision and purpose. The next day the great bonfire keeps, a raging inferno spewing endless smoke towards the infinite sky. None of the elders remain, their ceremonial tribal clothing scattered and abandoned surrounding a child. An infant, not brought by any of those that came before him and yet their sole inheritor.Ages pass and children grow, raised by self, by blood or not. A lone wanderer climbs The Mountain, enlightening its peak with his brilliance. A hero conquers the known world and leaves it shattered. Progress comes and a fire, lit from the fall of a martyr, rages throughout the land, its embers burning still today. A horse unites all under the sky, his progeny left with scraps and obscurity. An explorer opens half the world, a puzzle finally complete. A scholar shatters the fire, his teachings echoing through history. A demagogue plagues the world, his words a pestilence incurable. A liar sunders the middle realm, toppling its last dynasty. The world bleeds, its wounds cauterized by nuclear fire. Time passes and as the spark leaves its cradle, the child journeys, learns and waits for his own moment. At the onset of an age of wonders, comes a knight to fell a great and ancient beast. He fails but cages the beast in red, leaving it cursing its captor and plotting its escape. Later a traveler deals and bargains for gods’ survival, taking in 20 for his own ambitions. The eye opens and wonders fall, leaving nothing but darkness and strife.Despite everything that’s happened, it’s 'no longer you.'A voice startles you awake from your slumber. Looking around you see your golden companion ‘Constantin’, still on guard at the doorway waiting for his next duty to be given by you. But it wasn’t you that said his name, you look to where the voice came from and see him, a man the same height as you, same hair as you, same skin and muscles as you, and if he weren’t looking out the window towards the now night sky, you’d bet he has the same face as you do now as well.>Do you see him too?>”who are you?”>’Mr E?’>write-in
>>6338894>Write-in>Say nothing for a moment.If my twin just spoke, odds are he will continue speaking.
>>6338894Is he we or are we he? I am Thou and Thou art I? Persona? Are there any playgrounds around here?
>>6338914+1, let Mr. E talk.
>>6338919
>>6338914it's gonna be quite the moment.
>>6338894You say nothing for a moment, hoping that He’ll speak again. There’s no wind in the room and yet his hair flows majestically as if carried by a gentle night breeze. “I was close, you know…” he darts. You look at Valdor to check if he’s heard or seen his standing master but he doesn’t seem to. “I lost without the game ever starting, but I know, I was this close to winning.” He laments, holding up his thumb and finger together. “But now I have no choice but to concede it, leaving the preparations half finished and ultimately uncertain.” His melancholy is palpable from where you're sitting, and you bet Constantin is feeling a little bit sad too. You get up and move next to your ghost, looking out the window you see something you’ve never seen before. StarsSure, you’ve seen one or two bright dots in the night sky but not like this, never like this. Like a brilliant glowing sea of sparkling lights. You thought that you’d be able to make out some constellations if there were some more stars in the sky, or maybe less light pollution where you lived, but now that this is your home, this clear and empty mountain range, the sky is so clear and filled that you can’t even make out the north star. The ghost’s attention shifts and yours follows, he shows it to you, the guiding star. “It’s going to be you filling that role for humanity now, we need it.” A little panic builds inside at the gargantuan responsibility put upon you, but it’s quickly replaced by understanding and grief. Understanding that you’ve had since you woke up from the flashback and are just now being told it’s reality, and grief at the loss of the only one that could’ve done it.“No, it’s no loss, I’m not going anywhere. And at the moment you’ve, I’d say you have the same odds as me, if you do the right steps.” You turn to him for the first time you see him, about to question if that’s really the case, if you’re not instead some trap or last ditch effort of chaos to make him fall, but he stops you. Before you can say anything you see his face, the satisfied calm and serenity in it. Not put up and fake calm like the ones you did earlier, but as if he truly believed in you. His eyes stayed in the stars, bright and hopeful, and you decide to follow him with the same.Your ghost starts fading beside you, “The last Custodian should be ready to meet you when the sun rises, and the deck is in the study. This will be all for now, I’ve earned some time off.”are the last words he says before his presence leaves the room, leaving you with the stars and your captain-general.>check the deck>sleep to tomorrow>something else?
>>6339310>>check the deckDamn dude, he really believes in us? Fuckin' hell. Well we can't let ghost dad-us down. That much pressure is even heavier than the fate of humanity. We gotta do it, boys. This is probably the weirdest and most convoluted way to adopt 20 kids I have ever seen.
>>6339310>check the deck
>>6339310>>6339386>>6339336>Check the deckI, for one, never doubted me.
>>6339424>>6339386>>6339336Counted.fuck tarot. i hope i never have to do this shit again.
>>6339310You know it’s not a goodbye, but it still feels like one. “Walk with me, Constantin.” you say to him as you pass him by through the doorway, “Sir.” are his only words as he starts to follow you. You can’t help but be satisfied with yourself, and a little embarrassed, at the control you’ve realized you hold on all of this. You reach your majestically ornate, and meticulously organized study, with piles of books, schematics and papers on every available surface, but leaving just enough space for your desk centerpiece. How could you have possibly missed this on your first visit? Were you that blind? Doesn’t matter now, as He’s waiting for you, standing next to your throne.Constantin stands by the door but does not enter, you figure it’s probably for his own good. “So this is what you’ve chosen. Are you sure you know how this works?” He asks you with palpable concern in his voice. “It’s just cards, right?” You reply, expecting an explanation but he gives you nothing but expectant silence.You sit on your throne and the world opens to you once more. To a lesser man this would’ve been overwhelming, possibly fatal. But you’re far from one. You close your eyes and focus your range from the world down to the mountains, further down to your base, down to your room – it’s emitting physical sound now – now down to yourself. You feel his hand on your shoulder and you slowly open your eyes. The room is clear. You turn to the owner of the hand and see He’s no longer a ghost. Is this what this room does? “Partly, yes. It has many functions, quite the swiss-army-knife.” He answers you despite you not having said anything. “Don’t be so surprised, of course I know what you’re thinking. I’m in your head! Anyway it’s in the second drawer on the left.” He preempts what you were about to ask and directs your next course of action. Taking out the tarot deck and putting it on the table, you’re left clueless. “So I just draw them?” You ask hesitantly. “That’s how tarot usually works, yes.” With that, you reach out your hand towards the deck and the room blinks. A pulse of power folds in on itself, traveling from the walls, to you, then your hands to reach the card you just took. You set down The Tower.“Hmm” The not-ghost murmurs. You look to him for answers but receive none, looking back at the deck. You remember people doing this with three cards right? You reach. Power flares around to your card again as you take out another.You set down The Devil.You cannot see him but feel one of his brows arch in curiosity. The silence remains. Another reach, another pulse and the last card is drawn.You set down The star“Now what?” You ask him. “This is your divination, your future. You tell me”“Well…”>How am I supposed to know something I’ve never done?>Does it really matter? It’s probably nothing.>I was hoping you’d tell me.>write-in
>>6339780>>How am I supposed to know something I’ve never done?Future? Says who?
>>6339780>How am I supposed to know something I’ve never done?"I'm not a wizard, Mister E. I'm not even an especially smart man."
>>6339780>write-in"The Tower. Sudden upheaval and disaster. A little on the nose. The Devil implies we will soon lose our freedom to this upheaval and disaster, but The Star means there is a narrow hope to turn this coming calamity on its head into a win, but we will have to walk the knife's edge to get there. A rope over an abyss, so to say. A-dangerous across, a-dangerous on the way, a-dangerous looking back, and a-dangerous shuddering and stopping."
>>6339851>>6339821Counted and writting.also liked the tarot interpretation, though i had another idea while coming up with it.
>>6339780“How would I know that? I’ve never done this before and you’ve never come across this in your lifetime.” He stares at you, as the room slowly returns to normal, and as you come to the same conclusion he has. “So what now?” He prompts. “Sleep.” Is the last thing you say before you get up from your disengaged throne and beeline out of the room. Passing through the doorway you see in your peripherals Constantin, guarding you and the room as expected, and another, much smaller figure. You blink and turn to put the figure into focus, but it’s gone before you open your eyes.You blink several times at the spot where the covered figure was, paranoia gnawing at your mind. “Constantin…” “Yes, M’lord.” The promptness in his response is good to have but does little to reassure you. “No one’s been here except you and me, yes?” “You have not allowed anyone else into your personal chambers, Lord.” “Hm, good.” Not good, that’s not a good answer at all – you think between yourself and who you were on the way back to your bedroom. Could it be them? ‘You’d know if it were, the whole bunker would go into lockdown and you’d have to push this down the line even further.’ Right, Security Procedures, then what else? A spy? ‘A psychic one, and damn good at what he does, that’s the most likely option.’ ‘This shit never ends’.In your bedroom, you ready yourself to go to sleep, a nice relaxing warm bath in your huge bathtub, because of course you’d also have one you could drift to sleep in if you wanted to. ‘I bet there’s a button for water jets here somewhere, there’s no way this isn’t a jacuzzi’. Out of the bath and refreshed, you take a look at your quite literally cursed bookshelf and decide to look for nightly reading material elsewhere. You take to your armchair and check the side table again, ignoring the literal work of your life sitting on top of it, you open its drawer to find a moderately large collection of booklets. Taking one out to find it’s a… romance novel! Hopefully not for a female audience, as you’d really rather not go through another of those books. You set it on your lap and begin your read. It's not a bad fiction, page after page, it manages to keep your interest for who knows how long now, as you’ve clearly been reading for long enough to have lost track of time. You close it, put it back in the drawer and head to bed, where you immediately black out from the exhaustion you didn’t know you were holding back. Your sleep is calm, peaceful and dreamless.You wake up refreshed and focused, with your morning routine fresh in your mind, and dutifully corrected from any would be misstep by your ghost-not-brother, you go through it with relative ease. “Anything new today Constantin?” You prompt your Captain-General as you eat your delicious breakfast. “The new Custodian is ready for his naming ceremony, Lord” Right, you were told he’d be ready today. Should probably pick a name already before going.
>>634089210.000th Custodian's name.>Little Kitten>pick one from the wheel>write-in
>>6340895>>Little KittenWhat do you mean? Lee'tal Kiytan is a traditional name. Trust us, it's canon.
>>6340899+1, kek.>>6340895>Lee'tal Kiytan
>>6340899>>6340908Li'tal Ketan is a true warrior's name. There could never be any doubt.
>>6340895>Kitten>>Little KittenThe name must be a cat it MUST
>>6340895>Ambatukam
>>6341138>>6340993>>6340908>>6340899Counted and writtenalso apologies for the delay. my brain has been severely constipated these last few days.
>>6340892It's a big turning point. Decades of preparation and planning, with him being the last essential piece. The Custodian is kneeling, naked in front of me, I’m in my complete armor suit, with Constantin Valdor by my side and surrounded by every custodian. All nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine custodians present, to witness the last one to fill their ranks and receive his first name. Here comes the hard part. “Since childhood, you have proven yourself, to me and to your brothers.” Even though this is the last time I'll be doing one of these speeches. “Proven, your resilience, your brilliance, your skill and your strength.” “Through every step of your initiation you have not faltered, you have not doubted, you have not fallen in your purpose.” It is still the first time I’m having to do it. “To stand beside me in every battle, in every war, in every cause.” Even though I still have the previous guy on my other side, practically and literally ghost writing my every word on this. “To slay, vanquish and purge my enemies, be they human or not.” That said, they’re still my words mind you. “And so you stand, where everyone else that came with you does not, now and forever more.” He really should’ve standardized this a long time ago, but I understand why he didn’t. ”You came, you saw, you conquered.” They wouldn’t be what they are if he did. “Rise, Lee'tal Kiytan, and take your rightful place as the talon of my hand, the tip of my spear.” And he does, rising to the highest point of his life as of yet. I doubt it’ll be his last.With that, It’s time to get moving, It’s the perfect time to expand and unite as fast as possible. The Thunder warriors still don’t have their full legions but their rates should, hopefully, only grow with time. I need to decide on the first opening move, but which one?>Integrate the Indoi>Preempt Ursh Operation on Akkad>Take what you can from the Xeric out of the Pan-Pacific >GROW OUT>write-in
>>6342147>>Preempt Ursh Operation on AkkadBring back Mesopotamia RAAAAAAAAAA
>>6342147>Integrate the IndoiYeah, I could go for some chicken vindaloo.
If we're going to conquer India, perhaps we should do it like the Bri'ish did?>Write-in>South Indoi CompanyPerhaps we can simply provide better services than the Indoi-jeet government can, growing tall and using our superior might to back up our property rights.Terra seems to be devastated by repeated nuclear wars, the condition the people are living in is squalid and unimagineable. What if we use our STD fragments to print out cheap self-contained arco block housing economies under the guise of providing aid to the refugees settling our mountains? We have cause, and it would hardly be interpreted as a hostile move by the neojeets. We can integrate the neojeet rulers into a pseudo-aristocracy, so long as they agree to gene treatments and to culturally assimilate their children into our Gothic culture.
>>6342211Oh, this is actually important now that I look at the map. I know this is getting really freeform but hear me out. It's basically afghanistan, right? What if we just give the Akkadians lots of weapons to bleed Ursh while we wealthmaxx in India?
>>6342211>>6342232>>6342348imma need a tie breaker or the wheel decides how i'm doing this>>6342366also yeah the situation is pretty much that.
>>6342211I'll back your proposal this turn if you back my South Indoi Company idea next turn, how bout it?
>>6342415I don't think he has 4chins X notifications so just go ahead and count me as supporting his idea.
>>6342423I was just at work, my bad.I'll be down to clown with doing a proxy war and doing the hearts and minds rug pull. I'll back your ideas.
>>6342348>>6342350+1, sure. Though having a weird Indo-Gothic alt-Imperium sounds more fun to me.>>6342415Changing my vote at >>6342232 to back this approach to integration.
>>6342348>>6342551>>6342440Counted and writting. this will probably be done shortly.
>>6342147It’s been a week since I gave out those orders and the After Action Report’s already in. The Fourth, and the fledgling Seventh, thunder warrior legions encircled the Indoi lands within 2 days and brought them under my control. While establishing infrastructure and collecting populational data, the eastern occupation force were engaged in an opportunistic Pan-Pacific invasion on the Indoi, not knowing the lands already had a sovereign. 3 days and approximately 4,5 million bodies later, the invaders gave up their attempt at a siege, with minimal civilian casualties, and the warriors became known as corpse grinders by the local populace. Basic infrastructure is still being built from the north onwards and the census is far from finished but progress is steady.Wonderful results all in all, I hope they’re not embellishing the casualties. “What do you think of them?” I ask one of the goldmen in front of me. “Barbaric, Lord. Barely more than chained beasts salivating to be pointed at a target and let loose. The newest stock is more contained in its savagery, but hardly any better than the rest” The eldest speaks. I look at the youngest waiting for an answer. “They seem unstable, M’lord. As if they don’t have something to destroy, they’ll end up destroying each other, or even themselves” Short words but deep insight. “Thank you, Constantin, Kiytan. You may return to your other duties” I dismiss them and return to much more important business, this Europa Universalis campaign won’t play itself.While alone, my ghostly friend makes himself known ‘Why are you wasting time with this?’ It seems he’s moodier than usual this time. “You’re gonna have to be more specific about what you mean. Is it the game, the peaceful occupation or the Custodial restructuring?” ‘All of it.’ He says with palpable anger. “Alright then…” I’d rather not waste my words and breath with this, and since you know what I'm thinking, this way will be much easier. ‘So?’ So, from your memories we know that we’re not the only immortal- ‘Perpetual.’ Perpetual, yes. We’re not the only ones around, and with a long life comes long schemes at a fucking lot of influence to throw around wherever they’re probably staying, and if they’ve been around long enough they probably hate the state that the world is at, so we’re gonna fix it. ‘Yes, yes. That was already the plan. Unify Terra and elevate humanity to an eternal golden age. My issue is: why aren’t you going further? Even if the legions aren’t complete, we can’t waste time like this! You should be immediately going after the Achaemenids, Xeric, Akkad, or even Ursh!’ You’ve become a lot more expressive without a physical body huh? But you’re right, we can’t waste time, but we also can’t do it alone, or else you would’ve already conquered Terra by yourself before this shitshow became the default.cont.
>>6343037So I’m advertising, to anyone who’s interested – and knows what the internet is – that we have it better than they do, and it’s only going to get better and better from here on.‘Alright fine, what about the rest?’ You remember the chess tournament I threw the day after I sent out the thunder warriors? ’You put up groups of 16 Custodes, acting as chess pieces, against each other in a tournament. Not the way I would’ve done it, but it was entertaining to watch, what about it?’ I had the idea when I first sent out Valdor and Kitten to oversee the warriors, as a test. You could tell from their reports and even before that, Kitten was still giddy from his ceremony and Valdor was visibly annoyed to be assigned anything besides guarding me, as much as they’re able to be anyway. I couldn’t reason the change in the entire force based on those two alone, so I tested the theory with the tournament and I was right. They’re strong warriors, brilliant strategists and amazingly skillful but they’re too individualistic. Every time more than one piece contested a capture a time, at the speed the matches were going, I could see they were too focused on their own war to collectively decide what strategy to go with. So to mitigate that, since I can't rebuild them from scratch, and trying to do so would be incredibly wasteful, they’ve been paired! 5 thousand pairs of custodians, one brother to hopefully fill in the gaps on the other. ‘You have no idea what you’ve done, do you?’ I refuse to answer that.‘And this?’ He says pointing at the screen in front of us. “I just like map games.” He doesn’t say anything but I can feel his disappointment and a little bit of jealousy at not being able to play.Another pair of custodians enters the room, stopping the conversation and forcing me to pause my game. “My Lord, one of the refugees seeks an audience with you.” ‘What?’ “What?” We both say in unison. ‘This shouldn’t happen.’ He warns me. “What’s the name of this refugee, Khorarinn?” I ask, already planning the possibilities. “He calls himself ‘Malcador The Sigillite, lord.”>Present him in>Go meet him>Denied>write-in
>>6343047>Go meet himBetter wipe the cheetoh dust off my enormous fingers and go meet him rather than let him see me like this.https://files.catbox.moe/ivo38b.mp4We were supposed to attack Akkad first and then do the Indoi thing, but I'm happy either way
>>6343047>>Go meet himAyyyy big duck Malcador, what's good homie? You get Misekai'd too?
>>6343047>Go meet him
>>6343199>>6343053>>6343052a unanimous choice that's very hard not to fuck up.
>>6343047Snow drifts and falls along the breezy sunlight in one of the hydroponic terrariums. You never expected guests, so you never built for them, you only ever had the Custodians, scientists and menial servants come and go in this mountain – most of them not requesting for the outside in decades thanks to the quality of life they get here, I don’t think the menials even remember there is an outside – Yet there sits the exception.On a simple observation bench, sipping what you can only guess to be lemonade from the color of it, sits your guest intruder, wearing old and worn grey robes and a simple wooden staff rest with him on the bench. “This should’ve never happened, how could the custodes have allowed this?!” your fellow complains as you approach. You’re not wearing your armor, or much of anything at all but a long, greek piece of white silk, covering your legs together with half your torso.Try to stay calm okay? Your paranoid whining isn’t helping me with this either. ‘What do you propose then?’ We’re psychic right? read his mind so we can prepare for whatever his plans are. ‘That’s what I've been trying to do! Couldn’t even feel his presence before we even got here.’ That shouldn’t be possible ‘Now you understand my worry?’ You stand before the man, taking in just how small he is compared to you and the custodes. He sets down his cup of now-obviously-tea to face you when you see it. “You’re not really here, are you?”“Well spotted, your majesty.” The mirage says as it bows to you. “Excuse me for the way I present myself, I had no means of transportation to your great fortress” We should get to that. ‘after this.’ He lifts from his bow and says “I am Malcador The Sigilite, member of the order of the sigilites and I am here to offer my service to you and your endeavors.” all the while avoiding looking directly at you. “What use can you possibly serve me, Malcador, and how can I know it is even you I speak with?” “In matters of state, your highness. While the Indoi lands may be your first conquest, I doubt they will suffice to sate your ambitions. And when such matters of bureaucracy and administration become too much for your lordship, I will be there to bear the burden in your stead so you may focus on more pressing matters.” ‘Do not trust him’ Your friend whispers behind you and you see malcador visibly gulping as he does. “As for your second question, I invite you to come meet me at the border of the Rindian Plains.” he finishes with another bow and disappears as you blink.
>>6345462‘You don't believe him.’ Your ghost companion asks for the Nth time. ‘Not at all’ was your retort to his previous worries but this time you add something else. ‘but since we're already here, why waste the opportunity?’ You nervously smile at him, half to try to calm him and half to convince yourself to stay calm. After tracing the psychic signature your guest left, it was rather trivial to determine where your next meeting would be. A moderately spacious oasis spring, still no larger than your bathroom but still big enough that you could soak in it. The weather is calm, you’re wearing your armor and you have a custodian shield company surrounding the perimeter. If anything goes wrong you can certainly bounce back, all you need to do is take one step across the grass archway.“Quaint little pond you have yourself, Malcador the sigilite.” You say out of courtesy to announce your presence but wholly unneeded with the both of you being psykers. “Your majesty, welcome to my humble encampment.” he greets you back with bowing reverence. Your ghost friend stays beside you, scrutinizing his every action under a borderline psychotically paranoid psychic nanoscope, and seething as his every probe so far has only yielded a mirror of his own paranoid delusions. “Well then, how shall we start this conversation?”>you lead>Malcador leads>ask if he has uno>play paradox-billiards-vostroyan-roulette-fourth_dimensional-hypercubechess-strip_poker
the night shift isn't so bad. getting used to it, however, pretty much is. also if you guys want to choose uno or the children's card game then you gotta roll 1d2
>>6345464write-ins always welcome!
>>6345463>I leadParadox-billiards-vostroyan-roulette-fourth-dimensional-hypercubechess-strip-poker is one of my favorite pasttimes but the journey here has got me eager for answers.
>>6345463>>you leadFirst, business, then leisure. And naturally as the tallest here, we go first.
I'm hereby assembling the first Psychic Lawting to come up with a Common Law for the Gothic Kingdom of Man.Demography>1. How racist should it be?I think we should gene edit everyone to be pure R1B Gothic Phenotype to end racism (by ending all other races).>2. What religion should we advance?Religion, as we ALL know, is a human universal, and trying to get rid of it would be silly. But I think the Abrahamic religions have run their course and I'm not partial to eastern religions either. Unless maybe some kind of Bushido Shintou-Buddhism. Personally I favor Aesir-worship but Hellenism would be fine I guess.Fudamentals>1. Number SystemI move that we advance Humanity from base-10 to base-12.>2. Time ReckoningI move that we adopt a new era for One Midgard, with day 1 year 1 of the new era being the March 21st of the year that unification of Midgard is achieved in whole. Weeks should be four days long, with 7 weeks and 1.5 intercalery days per lunar month.>3. Social ContractLabors should be done every other week-- four days of labor, four days of rest, alternating like that to result in four working weeks and three resting weeks, and the intercalery days for holidays and celebration. The resting days should not be spent in pure idleness, however, but directed leisure in the form of elective club membership promoting good social connections with one's peers. Every man should belong to one club for the mind, one club for the body, and one club for the spirit.>4. HierarchyEvery able man should be expected to belong to a militia and both own and be continually training in a weapon of war. Members receive weapons and the right to vote, while Militias petition for the rights of their members. In exchange, they enforce the laws and order of the Kingdom.The king should be in the position of taking the votes and petitions of the militias under advisement to rule wisely -- a negotiation of power between the people and their king to steer the ship of state and manage its resources.
Also, Malcador, you need to get me about a million elite psykers and train them to be a fuck-huge astropathic choir. I'll have my engineers hollow out a psychically resonant mountain to build it in.
>>6334084Whassa matter, big guy? Losing confidence in your writing? Updates becoming a chore? Thrown out by mommy? Tell anon about your feels.
>>6345622>>6343199>>6341232>>6341138 “I will start with myself, much of which you may already know.” You say, bringing a massive hand to your chin in thoughtful reply. The words flow from your booming, resonant voice unbidden, almost foreign to you, but simultaneously familiar. “I have had many names through many millennia, for the first thing you must know is that I have lived since prehistory – a history far longer and grander than is told in any scholar’s tome. ‘Perpetuals,’ we are called. I suspect the same must be true of you, given your incredible psychic might. Forgive my hesitation, Sir Malcador, but for a half million years I have been opposed at every turn by Perpetuals, each with unimaginable power and wisdom cultivated for mind boggling amounts of time. It has always been my dream to unite the Perpetuals, but that dream slipped from my fingers time and again.” Malcador leaned heavily on his staff, lifting his chin to reveal an amicable smile underneath the shadow of his hood. “I am surprised that you have forgotten: minor though it was, we have met once. It was You, Yourself, my Lord, who created me. Many thousands of years ago, a genius CEO of NeuAnder: Ennius Artemis met with a young and brash project leader. Ennius Artemis was of course none other than Yourself, and that young scientist was none other than I. You rewarded me with the partial blessings of your own genome as a reward for my value to your company, or so you said at the time.”
>>6347449still adapting to the night shift and also the first one yeah.
>>6347884You WOULD show up seconds after I posted the above. Also holy SHIT this new captcha has broken the site. For what it's worth I think you were doing fine narratively, though your choices were a little inconsequential. Results in waiting around for an update that could have just been part of the previous update, just my two cents. I think you should keep it up, though. If you've still got an engaged audience, that means people were enjoying it.
>>6347879 An image flashed before Your mind’s eye: a memory that you never lived. A young face, vaguely matching the one before you. It is followed by the stifling, crushing memories of Old Night. Vast, incalculable amounts of power set against one another in a gridlock of terrible dystopian cold war backed by technologies that could dismantle stars or depopulate worlds at a whim. Only your superhuman efforts kept Terra in one piece, ravaged and unrecognizable though that piece was. “Ah.” You murmur, flexing your lower lip in an expression of appreciation. “An early attempt at creating a council of like-minded Perpetuals to guide Humanity through that perilous time. I remember. I see it was not without its flaws; for you have aged.” “Yes, my Lord, though my natural life was extended for centuries—centuries that I used to perfect the processes within my own body and eventually reach the precarious equilibrium between runaway cancers and geriatric degradation. NeuAnder may have been destroyed, but I have remained loyal to your vision. It was not until I witnessed your Custodes in action in Akkadia and Indoia that I was able to narrow down your identity once more. If you will forgive my impudence, I have always believed that you are the rightful Emperor of Mankind.” “I must confess I have had my Custodes look into you, as well. Like any Perpetual, you have amassed your own impressive power base. Your Sigilites are called technomages. You are regarded as something akin to a wizard.” “Alas, my Lord, the Sigilites are no more. I was the first, and I remain as the last. My order has been destroyed for the so-called Standard Construction Templates we were thought to possess by the ignorant. So, if You wish to interpret as such, I am merely crawling to you as another defeated Perpetual with no other options. The truth is that I wish I could have presented you with my entire faculty of Sigilites had I known sooner of your identity. I do have a handful of in-tact properties that I believe you will find of great use, however. Once we make a move on one of them, the other powers on this world will move against the other assets. You must regrettably choose.”>Fleet Formica PacificaColossal earth moving terraformers that can reproduce themselves over time with the resources they dig up.>Academy Starship TalentiaEquipped to educate 1,000,000 pupils at a time to Federation standards.>A warehouse of 1,000 highly illegal Men of IronEquipped with Zero-Point Impact Carbines, these highly adaptable weapons of war can assume any face, are proficient in any task, and make excellent spies, assassins, or lone wolf commandos. Just one can level a hive city.
this stupid fucking captcha making me switch browsers
>>6345622>>6345502assuming these are for the first option. I really should call these before i start writting rather than after i'm done.>>6347887it's a coincidence okay?! this is my first qst and I frankly have no idea what i'm doing.>>6347888stop it, i still wanna make my story
>>6347892Post for fixing the 'verification (not) needed' bug:>>>/v/728645042Apparently it's 4chan X causing it. You have to uninstall the extension, then install greasemonkey and the 4chan XT script, and THEN change the script as per the post. Absolute cancer.
>>6347894>stop it, i still wanna make my storyYou better, or QM Steal Yo Thread, the dashing rogue, will steal your thread.
>>6345463“I believe it is only fair for his Majesty to set today's topic. Wouldn't you agree?” Malcador offers while presenting you the same smiling facade you showed your ghost outside. Which only manages to make him more on edge and suspicious of Malcador, but you see through the facade and take advantage of the opportunity offered. I guess we're the ones playing chess now. ‘Regicide.’ He corrects you without missing a beat like it's his favorite pass time.“Of course. I recall your claim in your administrative prowess. Prove it then, how good is your ministering really?” You prompt him with a raised eyebrow and a skeptical tone, earning a bit of approval from your friend despite him wishing a bit more severity.Malcador proceeds to tell you the tale of the Indoi occupation and annexation, how it did not immediately devolve into complete a bloodshed of nearly every tribe from the plains to the slope. “I had to work around your forces as they were completely ignoring my efforts to cooperate.” He explains his own use of psyckic powers to alleviate and pacify the people's reaction to your custodes and thunder warriors. “But if I were to choose a most challenging moment, it'd have to be the Pan-Pacific assault on your army” It did say siege in the report but a thwarted assault sounds much more believable than a 3 day broken siege. He continued “Only after calming the despair and panic of the population did your forces acknowledge me and my input on their operation.” He claims to be the one who provided the blueprints for the infrastructural overhaul of the region and baseline amenities for the local population, mainly habitation, food and entertainment. “I must say some of your warriors are quite the proficient architects.”Is he talking about the seventh? “I must agree with you on that, they're quite ingenious.” Now onto the important part. “But I must ask Malcador, how did you get into the…” ‘Just call it what it is.’ “Palace. How did you even find it?”Malcador is taken by surprise by your question. “Wasn't it at your invitation, your Majesty?” Now it's your turn to be taken aback “Excuse you?”“Yes, your Majesty, the single most powerful psychic beacon I have ever seen since the advent of psykers in humanity. Not only once but twice as well, although shorter and slightly diminished, still within one day!” Okay, apparently the throne leaks whenever I use it, how could you not know that? You accuse the ghost now looming over Malcador, looking at you in shock. ‘It never did that under my use, the focus should only be one way. It must be something you're doing wrong!’ You continue bickering silently back and forth with your aghast companion, forgetting the presence of the host in front of you over your own worries.cont.
>>6347905“Your Highness?” You're snapped out of your bickering by Malcador’s worried tone. “Right, that… Honestly I didn't expect it to be so potent, really.” ‘Or for it to be a beacon at all’ “I'll have to make some adjustments to its specifications it seems.” It's probably fixable anyhow ‘I wouldn't count on it.’ You bemoan to yourself the unending interjections and decide on your next question to Malcador“Is that how you found me?” “Yes lord. I tried following the pulse immediately after it was fired, but I could only reach so far before being abruptly cut off. Your psychic defenses are formidable, If I hadn’t managed an Invitation from one of your commanders I would’ve never had reached you like I did.” So now the custodes need a psychic countermeasure, I still need to know how and what he did to get that. “And how did you manage to get one in such a short time?” “It was blackmail, lord. After having heard the soldiers complain about being “held back” and “wasting their potential” I surmised that you must have ordered them to not attack the villagers and civilian population, for which I am extremely grateful, and stipulated my help be conditional on our meeting. They obviously denied the first 2 times, but after the Empire’s assault on your forces they begrudgingly agreed to tell me where your base was.” ‘That never should’ve happened.’ Will you shut up for once! You glare at your ghost behind malcador.“Hmm… you’re quite the resourceful man, Malcador.” “Your words honor me, my Lord.” “But you must also have concerns, questions of your own as well right? Tell me.” Malcador stiffens at your question, looking around him as if to make sure you’re alone. Your ghost, still alert and judgemental, is no longer there.Once he’s sure he turns to you with a worried expression “Your Lordship, I don’t want to alarm you, but there may be a parasite or parasites feeding on your soul!” It starts slow, a little giggling that builds up into laughter which morph into full on cackling.Malcador looks on incredulously, together with the look of utter disappointment from your ghost beside him, as your sides are banished into the warp for what malcador just told you. You laugh like never before for several more minutes before your humor finally dies down. “Whew, I had no Idea I was needing that, thank you Malcador” “You’re… welcome, your majesty?” “But settle your concerns. No, I don’t believe I’m being parasitized, despite how he behaves himself with me.” “You have absolutely no right to judge me after this.” Malcador gets startled by the ghost physically manifesting beside him, the first time he does so to anyone other than yourself or anywhere outside your study.“Malcador, meet me.”>Explain the situation>Challenge him (roll d100)>Go back home>write-in
I really need to figure out the text formatting for this board.
>>6347913>>Challenge him (roll d100)It's time to D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-DUEL
