>Be me.>Sergeant Yuri of the Valhallan 545th armored.>After a VERY long and VERY complicated series of events I REALLY don't feel like recapping, the bedraggled remains of my regiment got roped into helping some noble lady who wants to bury her uncle daddy in the family mausoleum a cemetery world that acts as a burial ground for a hive world in the same system.>Well technically this is a habitable moon orbiting a gas giant.>Still big enough to be a planet, so I'm counting it as one.>It’s one of those constantly raining worlds where the sky is covered in overcast, so the only reliable light source is torches and lamps.>Apparently the local grave digger villages have been spreading rumors of “ghosts.”OfCourseTheyHave.dataslate>I can see why this place is a cemetery world, perfectly fits the atmosphere.>Dark and dreary.>Black mud everywhere.>Depressing rain.>Sky is constantly overcast not letting in any light.>Of course the landing pad is miles away from the mausoleum, so we need to walk through the winding cobblestone paths of this place and hope nothing shows up.EscortMission.holo>The sarcophagus is on a hover pallet with the noble lady of course being the only one with an umbrella.> Let's just hope we can get in and out without anything too crazy happening.>Though knowing my regiment's track record, that's about as likely as meeting a nondickish eldar. Previous Thread: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/2024/92886259/
Sweet, I missed these types of threads Did you ever try and make the paradise world story?Also, did we ever do anything with that administratum guy we kidnapped last thread?FYI, I made a 1d6chan page for thesehttps://1d6chan.miraheze.org/wiki/Valhallans_on_a_x_world
>Be Trooper Sasha, Valhallan Ice Warriors >I find myself yet again dragged from the relative comfort of a ship cabin to yet another shit hole planet >Supposedly this place can look quite nice in the summer, which usually the only time the upper class types that get buried here actually come to visit, not that they do much anymore, apparently the elaborate off-world burials fell out of fashion centuries ago >Right now we are in the middle of the rainy season >And when it rains here, it rains HARD, currently visibility is less than a few feet >To make matters worse, the footing is very treacherous due to the mud, rotting leaves, loose cobblestones, and the squished remains of the orange gourds known as pumpkins that the locals have thrown all over the path>The local villagers have gone a bit feral according to the briefing slate. Nearly every large section of graveyard has a small village of stonemasons, gravediggers, gardeners, candle makers, and the like dedicated to maintaining and expanding it, not to mention farmers, herders, mill workers, and others who cloth and feed the cemetery workers >But due to centuries of declining visits from off-world, the locals have been neglecting their official duties and have instead been increasingly focused on their mortuary cult. Apparently they believe that by honoring the Emperor with morbid shrines made of human bones and piled pumpkins, some of which have faces carved into them, they can drive off the spirits of the “bad dead” >The local Ministorum encourages this mindset, but unofficially considers the “bad dead” to just be legends >With our luck they are Warp manifestations, or psyker tricks, or Drukhari holograms, or all three >Long story short, I actually read the briefing for once, which I have been taking more seriously after an unfortunate and 100% avoidable encounter with an orifice dwelling parasite on one of our recent missions
>>94269010>Anyways, there are about a hundred or so of us escorting the funeral party, not that I can see more than a few of my comrades at any given time due to the heavy rain >According to the map on the briefing, we need to travel through or past three massive Guard burial plots, two overgrown forests, a centuries old corporate burial ground, four villages, two mausoleum complexes, and an abandoned crematorium just to get to the rarely used mansion where the wake is being held, and then a cluster of overgrown fish ponds, a pilgrim ossuary temple, two more villages, another forest, a large wheat field, a quarry, and a meat factory to get this particular family’s little used mausoleum. Assuming we don’t get lost since there are paths zigzagging all over the map, and most of the signposts are illegible or completely missing
>Be cryptek of the slumbering Spooktept dynasty>Sitting at my green holo screens watching my favorite show.>Terrified mortals!>Just call me the Krypt Keeper! >Hehehe.ohC'TanI'mSoLonley >First of my dynasty to awaken, been awake for the last 5.5k years or soInsomnia.Glyph>So trolling the primitive meat bag locals is how I pass the time waiting for my overlord to awaken>Enjoy rousing a Wraith every now and then and sending it up then seeing the terrified look on their facesNeverGetsOld.mp3>Suddenly get a proximity alert on the southern continent >Pull it up and see some soggy meat bags in drenched furry gray trenchcoats are getting somewhat close to one of the back entrances to the tomb>I could leave them alone... but where's the fun in that?>This is the perfect opportunity to add some new terrified facial expressions to my databanks>Press some glyphs and begin the procedure to remote rouse some wraiths>Actually fuck it>Also rouse some flayed ones to go with them>It is a special occasion after all>Open a pocket detention and pull out a black stone mug with warm liquid in it (I can't actually feel or drink, but its fun to pretend) and kick up my feet on the consoleThisIsGonnaBeGood.Monolith
>Be Harlequin Apprentice Varmara>As far as trainin' missions go, could be worse>Pull out the order card>"You are to locate the grave of Captain Arthur Alexander Asquith-Albert and retrieve his left patella">Sounds simple enough on paper, but where in all ta hecks is he?>There's gotta be elevety trijillion graves or there'bouts on tis 'ere ball!>That bastard Malarai hadda 'ave set me up t'this cowmulch.>Jackass is probably 'ere watchin' me too>This 'ere world's nasty>It's COLD an' GREY, but I ain't that bothered 'bout t'mud an' wet though>Some days ah miss mah swamp, ya know?>Where'd ah even start with looking fer that single dead mon'keigh?>Ahm in-cog-neato today, Imperials shouldn't make'a pest'a themselves.>Long coat, baggy hood t'cover mah ears, big ol' revolver stubber fer style>Still rockin' that T-shirt'a mine loud an' proud though>Sure, it might be distinctive, but ain't nobody even gonna recognise me like this!>I even gotta B in that one Low Gothic exam in a pinch>Still, where t'heck even am I?>How'd the Imperials even find their own way 'round 'ere?>Be completely Isha-darnin' lost>There's a lotta Imperials millin' 'round over there, loose funeral group?>Mayhaps ah should be goin' an' askin' 'em fer directions>'kay, 'kay, play it cool an' act natural and allat jazz>You'll do, ta wet guy inna coat>Howdy doody, partner! Might'cha assist yer fellow Imperial in locatin' a person?>Lookin' fer one Captain Arthur Alexander Asquith-Albert, commanded the That's Just Not Cricket in ta Vega System Clusterfuck>Now, could ya point me towards some kinda in-choir-rees office where ah can ask someone 'round here who might know?>Nailed it, I'm sure he bought the act
>Be me.>Ghost of Solar Auxilia Veletarii 1303rd expeditionary cohort in Chimera Jamie Dawson.>We make our way over a hill and spot several locals fending off Men of Iron remnants.>We floor it to read them, then deploy and start ripping into the Abominable Intelligences with our volkite.>Some are phasing in and out of reality, and others are clad in the flesh of previous victims.>We let out battle cries and keep firing, the volkite mostly burning the flesh off the melee troops, but occasionally we do damage to the big bug constructs.>Their emerald beams are no match for our armor, we don’t even feel the heat of some of their shots.>I wonder where the rest of our cohort are? If anyone wants to join in, in the crew. Just know they died during the Great Crusade, so they have no idea about Horus’s betrayal. Their souls got woken up by the Great Rift.
>>94269010>>94269263>>94270172>>94272021>>94272253(1/2)>Be me.>Sergeant Yuri.>This place is really starting to piss me off>The fog makes it hard to see anything, and is the perfect height to hide many of the more eroded tomb stones so they bump into your shins.>The rain has soaked through my coat making the fur smell and we've been slogging through mud and crappy shrines supposedly to the Emperor for days now.>We've been through three of the towns on our route and each one has made me really want to open fire on the civies, these people are really annoying about their festivals and keep shoving charms and trinkets in our faces to ward off the evil spirits that haunt this place.>Every time we've stayed in a cramped inn with the corpse while the noble bitch got her own private quarters.>On top of that, its one of those planets that hasn't discovered plumbing yet, so our rooms have of course smelled like crap from all of us, and sometimes you're not stepping in mud, other times its shit dumped out the window, or onto you.>Really every town here can get sucked into the nearby Great Rift for all I care.>Apparently it was the sight of some battle during the Great Crusade, if the heavily eroded statues are anything to go by, but the plaques are so rusted and the lighting to bad I can't make out details.>While looking at one of these statues I hear a voice behind me>Howdy doody, partner! Might'cha assist yer fellow Imperial in locatin' a person?>Lookin' fer one Captain Arthur Alexander Asquith-Albert, commanded the That's Just Not Cricket in ta Vega System Clusterfuck>Before I respond, several Necron Flayed ones burst from the ground.>Some clawing their way out of the graves.BeenThereFoughtThat.LifeInTheGuard>Some even come up from under the bone and pumpkin shrines.>At least one flayed one has a pumpkin with a weird face carved on it over his head.
>>94273400(2/2)>Still be Yuri.>Just as we start taking up firing positions around the floating coffin, I hear a scream from our backline and turn to see a necron wraith has risen from the ground and started slicing us apart.>The noble lady is panicking.>Just then I see a chimera gliding over the hill towards us.>No idea how its able to move so smoothly through all the tomb stones but I don't question the support.>Several tempestus scions come out of a huge hole in the tank's side and start opening fire on the necrons.>Their hot shot las guns do way more damage then ours and their carapace armor tanks the wraith's weapons fire.>Even having these rings around them as they fire.>We may actually have a shot with their help.>With the way somewhat clear, we make a tactical withdrawal back to the town we just left.>>94268464Sorry, just been really busy and evidently I'm the only who does these still.No on both accounts yet.And thanks
>>94269010>>94269263>>94270172>>94272021>>94272253>>94273400>>94273474>Be Trooper Sasha, Valhallan Ice Warriors >The rain eases up a bit, so now I can see 20-30 yards in any direction instead of a few feet >Our sad little escort group is now spread all over the place, clearly some people got disoriented in the rain >Yuri is talking to one of the weirdo locals, maybe some sort of law enforcer judging by the revolver >I realize I have drifted off the path a bit and am now about to walk into a tombstone >I stop walking six feet from the tombstone, it is bad luck to walk on the dead >The ground starts glowing faintly green, a bright green crack forms in front of me, and a bloody hand with long talons bursts out >Bloody дepьмo, shit, fuck, yблюдoк!!!!!>I fire my lasgun wildly at the hand, but it seems to have minimal effect, and another hand emerges, followed by a grinning skull and metallic ribcage covered in bloody scraps of flesh>Nope to this, I pull out a krak grenade, hit the button, and drop it right where the creature’s spine meets its ribcage, then dive backwards >The blast blows the creature in two, and the upper half is launched straight up into the air, landing God-Emperor knows where >I see two more of the creatures rushing the Valhallan formation >One has a carved pumpkin on its head, but the other has a relatively exposed face and I recognize it has a Necron >I have never fought Necron directly before, but have fought alongside several formations that have done so, and remember hearing about this particular type causing lots of problems on Damnatum Lutum because they can burst from the ground anywhere >I also remember that, like all Necron, they are damn hard to kill, and start yelling for anyone with a plasma gun or meltagun to get to the front >I also dial my lasgun to max power, though even that may not be enough
>>94273750>The two Flayed Ones get brought down by multiple pinpoint shots. A triplex lasgun in the wrong hands is a very nasty toy, and unlike me, some of the other regimental veterans have fought Necron on Y-Es, that water covered world, and God-Emperor knows where else, and seem to know where their weak points are >However, more Flayed Ones appear, and a strange floating serpentine figure briefly appears as well >Then it disappears >Then the two Valhallans closest to me are sliced into several pieces, spraying large amounts of blood in the process >Then the serpentine figure appears again nearby >I shoot it in the back a few times to no perceivable effect >It disappears again, and my last shot almost hits another Guardsman, who gets cut in half by an invisible force half a second later anyways >The serpentine figure disappears and reappears several times, killing Guardsmen both while invisible and visible >Fuck this shit, why did it have to be Necron, and not something weak and incompetent like cultists, gaunts, or Tau?>Several Guardsmen in strange armor emerge from the graveyard, seemingly from the same direction as the nearest wave of Flayed Ones (who, admittedly are popping up from the ground and attacking us from all directions)>At first I think they are some sort of hologram trickery, they seem unnaturally transparent and glowing, and there are no other Guard units in the area that I know of >But then they start laying down some heavy fire on the Flayed Ones, which distracts them for long enough for Yuri to “tactically withdraw” back to the nearest village >Shite-fuck-dammit, I never realized how heavy a greatcoat is when it is 100% saturated in water and you are running for your life
>>94267760>Be me>Inquisitor Ebeneezer Scrooge>Kidnapped by a "Daemon of futures yet to come">It's showing me my own grave>It says it has been sent by The Emperor>It says if I don't change my ways and stop killing innocents I'll be executed by a rival Ordos>But I know better than to be fooled by that!>It can't send me back to the past if it's dead!>IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR, DIE DAEMON!>Hit it with my sword and it disappears>Well well. Now I have to explore this gloomy place and find out where the heresy is at...
>>94273750>>94273753>Be Sergeant Yuri.>Me and my troopers book it back to the village while the scions distract the necrons.>Along the way I only stub my toes on five tomb stones.>And we manage to take out maybe 5 or 6 Flayed Ones just through the shear force of our charge.>I knock one over and jam my bayonet into its neck, but don't check to see if it does that Necron disintegration thing when they die for real, just keep running.>Another I step on the head of just as it emerges.>The ex Mordians are still punching the hover coffin along with us, and the noble lady I running as fast as her high heels and dress will allow.>Once we're in sight of the town, they ring the bells and open the gates letting us in, the amber light welcoming us in.>Im not sure if the scions are behind us or still fighting but a bunch of us get inside before they close the gates again.>Of course once we get in the primitive locals are all yelling "we WARNED YOU about this bro!" and "This is all your fault for leaving" and "we knew this would happen" stuff like that.>Again I really just want to go postal on these backwater fraks.>But I'm not sure how long the gates will hold and its best to save our charges for now.>I look around and try to find a place we can hold out.
>Be me Tempestor Prime Hareton of the 47th Violet Canines>Currently on route to our home system in order to bury some dead scions.>Our home system is called the Brontë sisters with Brontë 2 being the cemetery world.>Upon entering the system, the ship starts receiving urgent calls from Brontë 2 from one of its Grave Diggers.>Strange supernatural phenomenons are occurring as well as metal skeletons draped in human skin.>MFW one of the Brontë worlds is a necron tomb world.>Grab ahold of the ships vox speaker and announce for all squads to get set for combat drops.>Order our Leman Russ Exterminator (Wuthering Heights), Rogal Dorn (Nelly), Wyvern (Lockwood), twin taurox primes (Isabella and Edgar), Armoured Sentinel (Heatcliff) and scout Sentinel (Catherine) to get to the tetrach.>Tempestus Command squads have been sorted as have scion squads and aquillon squads.>Time to get positions of Necrons from ground forces in order to deploy my squads effectively.>Hail any available Vox Casters for a response"This is Tempestor Prime Hareton, requesting all avaliable data of the necron forces in order to deploy drop assaults against them"
>>94267760>>94270172>Be Overlord Komei of the Spooktept dynasty>Been awake for ages, but I avoid that nerd Krypt Keeper, he'd never leave me alone if he knew I was up>Spend my time graverobbing the humans buried here>Dress myself in the clothes of the humans I dig up>I'm not a flayed one I swear!>They just have good fashion sense!>Everybody else is naked, I'm the sane one here!>These imperials are really fancy, it's better than anything we had back in the day>And the locals leave me alone because they think I'm a ghost>Spend my days trying out different outfits, there's plenty of everything here>Hear that some Valhallans have arrived and Krypt Keeper is trolling them>There haven't been any valhallans buried here before>I need those hats>I need them>Dress myself up in the remnants of an Imperial Generals outfit, a Solar Auxilia commander, and a High Lord>I'm going to pull rank on them hee hee
>>94278164>Still be Tempestus Prime Hareton>Whilst waiting for a response I take the vox caster with me and head down to link up with my scions.>My 4 veterans come with me to form one command squad known as Dullahan.>When I arrive my Troops are all organised and ready for drops even all our Allied armour is ready for deployment.>I order all of them to mount up with my squad and a 5 man scions squad known as Dando's Dogs getting into the Taurox Prime Isabella whilst a 10 man scions squad called Black Shuck get into Taurox Prime Edgar.>I order the valykries and Tetrarch to begin heading planet side, hopefully during the transit we'll be given clear targets of interest.>I'd rather not see Brontë 2 wiped clean of life by the damnable Necrons>Squads are broken down as follows>Command Squads: Dullahan, Gwyllgi and Gytrash.>Aquillon Squads: Cŵn Annwn, Cù Sith and Black Tyke.>Scion Squads: Dando's Dogs (5 man squad), Black Shuck (10 man), Barghest (10 man) and Church Grim (10 man).
>>94274298>Be Acolyte Annika Nordenvik>Hotshot Valkyrie pilot for the Inquisition>Right, things could be better, but also so much worse.>First things first, our boss was kidnapped>Some daemon yoinked him into a wall right out of the shitter. Bad!>Still, me and the rest of the crew have tracked him down to this shitball of a cemetery world. Good!>Unfortunately, there's Necron signatures appearing all over the world. Bad!>Still, airspace is uncontested and we're working to track him down. Good!>Off the record though, Inquisitor Scrooge is an asshole and I'd rather leave him there but our asses are on the line here too.>No response on the radio, must have been lost or destroyed>Or maybe the jackass is just not picking up>The ship is banging away with the auspex searching for some trace of daemon signatures>There's one!>There's another one!>And there's another one!>And there's yet another one!>More appear all over the planet as we watch>This is gonna suck, isn't it?>Take us in, pilot>Oh wait, I am the pilot>Pierce below the clouds>It's pouring with rain and the MeteoImp forecast predicts a thunderstorm soon>Turn on the wipers>A green bolt shoots past the windscreen>Now where the fuck is he?
>>94267760>>94278164>>94279938>Be Voidmaster Heart Flame Von Grunghard>Be mining the rings of a gas giant with my ship's mining laser>Watch on the sensors as a manling ship passes us, headed towards a habitable moon of the gas giant >Another ship then passes by not even noticing us>Look at the map and see the moon is called Brontë 2 apparently its wear the manlings bury their dead>Look out the window and see a bunch of green lights flaring to existence across its gloomy surface>Take a sip of aleNotOurProblem.vox>Unless someone pays us that is>Go back to my station to monitor the mining operations>Suddenly get an alert>Pick up an old Votann distress signal>Order the miners back to the ship then we descend through the rings to the sourceLeaveNoDwarfBehind.DRG
>>94273753>>94276470>Be Trooper Sasha, Valhallan Ice Warriors>We make it back to the nearest village without too much violence >Yuri seems to want to hunker down while we figure out just how bad the Necron situation is, which is fine with me>I take it upon myself to round up two of the newer, less assertive Guardsmen and “secure” one of the inn rooms >The village is a feudal looking shit hole, like the others we passed through. Although some parts of the planet have relatively advanced technology, it seems to be reserved for the people who authorities see as actually needing it, and villages full of diggers, carvers, gardeners, and farmers apparently don’t make the cut. I am sure there was once a basic diesel generator in here somewhere for charging up battery operated tools and equipment and such, but given the level of societal decay here, who knows if it is still functioning, or if anyone even remembers what a generator is>Also no running water, haphazard 3-4 story buildings covering nearly every square inch within the shabbily constructed village walls, the narrow streets are basically just sewers, and everyone looks like they have been marrying their first cousins for the past few centuries >I figure it wasn’t always like this, some of the older cottages look quite nice if you ignore all the poorly built extensions, but clearly a high birth rate combined with fear of the “bad spirits” have transformed what was once a quaint cluster of rustic cottages into a crowded and filthy mini-slum, though perhaps not that crowded anymore, there doesn’t seem to be many people here, but maybe they are just all hiding
>>94280981>I manage to bully the inn owner into giving me a room, overriding his concerns about me attracting “bad spirits” with a pointed lasgun and some made up regulations about the Guard commandeering stuff in situations like this (I am sure such regulations exist, I just don’t know the details, or whether we are even still officially Guardsmen at this point) >Once we get into a room, I order the junior Guardsmen to get a fire going while I take off a few layers and try to dry off >Not too many layers mind you, enemies always seem to magically appear anytime I get undressed near a combat zone >Also I don’t want my minions getting any ideas even if Trooper Karl is too beta to do anything, and Trooper Yulia is hetero (I think) >Guardmen (and women) are horny motherfuckers and if I show even the slightest interest in anyone, I will have 50 suitors by the end of the day and will have to castrate at least 10 of them for the rest to take the hint >Once the fire gets going, I lay on the floor next to it and dry off while I have the chance >If anything interesting happens, I will hear about it on the vox-bead, get dressed, and head to the front lines (eventually)
>Be Harlequin Apprentice Varmara>He surely has to know summat, ah wonder wh-->Aw, nuts>Of course it hadda be the skin-wearing clankers>Ya know, this con-ver-sayshun can wait 'til later>Draw mah revolver and aim at one of them>Take that, varmint!>BANG>Bullet pings off its carapace>It looks mildly annoyed despite having no facial expression>Yeow, mah ears, can't 'ear nuffin no more>Some furious fighting starts between Imperial forces and Necrons>Look around>Hey, where'd that guy I was speakin' to go?>Look around to see them running for the hills>Wait fer me!>......>The withdrawal eventually takes us to a little shit village>By most standards anyway, the ramshackle buildings, stinkin' mud an' pig-ignorant locals remind me of home!>Take a deep breath>Ahh, that's better>Consider what I actually wanted to do>Rats, this place ain't gonna have no find-a-grave service>Locals are givin' me some real side-eye>What, ya never seen a hooded stranger before?>It's gettin' late and tired, but t'inn's fulla Imperials>No matter, unlike mah softy Craftworlder friends, I ain't afraid ta really slum it>Look around, coast's clear>Scramble up the side of the town hall clock tower in seconds>Belfry's fulla dust an' cobwebs, perfect sleepin' spot in a bit>Sit on the ledge and just watch the rain for a while>Dusk all seems quiet fer now
>>94280227>Be Voidmaster Heart Flame Von Grunghard>With all my kin loaded back on, we make our way down through the rings>After hours of descending, listening to the sound of asteroids bouncing off our hull>We reach the underside, cast in the shadow of the Brontë system's star, we see nothing but a massive shadow looming in the void >I kick on the lights illuminating the hull of a massive Space Hulk>The thing is big enough to eat Brontë 2, and maybe Brontë 1 for dessert>The conglomeration of ships looms below us>The distress signal coming roughly from the center, so I send in a couple of Hearthkyn Salvager kill teams in drill ships to locate the source and extract our lost brothers
>>94279564>>94276470>>94280981>>94280993>Be Overlord Komei of the Spooktept Dynasty>*Ahem* I mean General Robertus Robert IV>Nevermind that he's been dead for 1000 years. It was a dignified funeral.>Teleported to the village the Valhallans have run to>My Lychguard are outside the walls making spooky noises while the flayed ones try to break in>What a quaint atmosphere>Meanwhile I'm strolling around, looking for where the Valhallans are staying>Walk up to the inn and knock on the door>Answered by a trooper, introduce myself as the general"General, is there something wrong with your voice?">Oh, just a cold I had trooper. Nothing to worry about."My, what big eyes you have general!">All the better to see you with! I had them replaced when they started failing."My, what strange hands you have general!">All the better to fight necrons with! I had them replaced when I was injured in battle. Now let me in!>The trooper dutifully lets me in. Can't refuse a general after all, much less one twice your size.>Look around the inn at all the Valhallans.>Take me to your leader!
>Be Skullorex Ebonsoul, Emissary of the Many-Headed Serpent, Bringer of Eternal Darkness>My dark masters have sent me to this world to spread Chaos and mayhem, no doubt to distract the Imperials from a well hidden sinister agenda.>It seems every world in the Imperium has its spooky fairytales and urban legends, it just takes a little nudge to bring them to life.>This world, known to the Imperium as Brontë 2, is particular susceptible to this sort of manipulation, given most inhabitants already firmly believe in an array of ghosts and bogeymen.>Also, their legends are similar to those on Damnatum Lutum and Ravenholm; ghosts, zombies, pumpkin men, scarecrows, reapers, and sabbath witches, so it isn’t hard to modify the rituals we performed on those worlds to bring the inhabitants of this world’s worse nightmares to life.>Summon a few aesthetically appropriate daemons, spread some corrupt reading material to form cults to the Pumpkin King, the Queen of Black Sabbath, the Lord of Bones, etc., turn a few local vermin beasts into massive warp spawn, stir up the souls of the restless dead, and poof! instant army of monsters, ghouls, ghosts, lunatic cultists, and other things that go bump in the night. >Over the past few weeks we have terrified every minor village in the region into hiding, and killed or corrupted every person with authority or access to a communication device.>The unexpected appearance of some mindless Necron kill-beasts just made things better, it is not like the locals can tell the difference between a warp spawned ghoul and a Flayed One.>The appearance of not just one, but two, companies of Guardsmen, seemingly operating independently, is troubling however.>Although few in number, they both seem fiercely capable, and one, or both, could be working for the Inquisition, or a rival Chaos warband, whether they realize it or not.>I direct my agents and the creatures under their control to begin harassing the Guardsmen in anyway that they can.
>>94280981>>94280993>>94278164>>94281149>Be Sergeant Yuri.>As we catch our breaths from the sprint Sasha wanders off with two lackeys into a nearby rickety inn.>Probably to get a threesome going... again.NotTheFirstTime.pic>I don't really worry about it too much, she's a big girl and knows what she's doing.>While she teaches some newbie guardsmen a very valuable lesson, I look for an actually secure building to fortify.>The most structurally sound building here seams to be the town hall to the right of the clock tower>Apparently it was a mausoleum for the Imperial Fists built during the Great Crusade, before the town was founded and converted it.>Inside its very spacious and most importantly dry.>I'm guessing this villagers ancestors probably moved the Astartes corpses somewhere else.>The noble lady sits in a corner under a carving of a space marine with a skull head weeping about her wet dress and stuff.>The ex Mordians keep slamming the hover coffin into the doorway because no one ordered them to leave it behind yet.>While waiting for them to figure out you need to turn it, I look on the second floor of the giant mausoleum/ town hall/ bunker.>There I find an ancient vox caster covered in dust and cobwebs.pic related>The thing probably hasn't seen a tech priest in millennia>With nothing to loose I idly hit the power switch only to be shocked that it actually turns on.>"Thi...ccccrtttt... Prim.. H cccrt...on, requesting all available da... cctttcron for..cccc deploy drop as--">I pick up the horn and blow the dust out coughing."This is Sergeant Yuri of the Valhallan 545th armored. We are totally surrounded. Requesting immediate assistance current coordinates ar--">But then the vox caster's batteries finally die and I let out a sigh and put down the receiver.>I'm assuming I just spoke with an Imperial Fists Primaris Space Marine requesting coordinates for a drop pod assault.>Hopfully they can use their tech to track the signal or something
>>94280993>>94281376>>94281679>Be Trooper Sasha, Valhallan Ice Warriors>I sent Trooper Karl to watch the inn door, which was probably a mistake since he is dumber than the offspring of an ogryn and a particularly dimwitted goat >At some point he voxs up that a few more Valhallans are here and are hanging out in the inn’s common room, I tell him to not tell them that I am here >Then later, he voxs again that some strange looking general is looking for “our leader” >I am pretty sure there are no Guard generals on the planet, but it may be a retiree, or some local PDF bigwig who is no doubt just as weird as anyone else on the planet >I tell him to talk to Yuri (if there are any actual officers left in the regiment, they have been keeping a low profile) >Karl replies that the general wants to meet someone now >For fuck’s sake, why does assuming a de facto minor leadership role for purely selfish purposes come with so many responsibilities?>Grudgingly put back on socks (almost dry), trousers (not so dry), and boots (very much not dry)>Head down to common room >Do a double take >The “general” is fucking massive, and he looks like a Necron dressed in a cheap mask and a mismatch of different officer's uniforms >I guess it is plausible that some local lord purchased some augments based on the Necron look, which the locals seem to think is actually the “bad spirit look”>Also, I am not sure if Necrons can talk or not >But I am still 90% sure it is a Necron and decide to play along mostly just because I want an excuse not to have to fight the guy>I do a hasty salute before trying to talk my way out of the situation “Uh hi, I am Sasha, I am in charge of this, uh, post, the leader in this village is Yuri, he is up at the big mausoleum, one of fine soldiers in this room can escort you there”
>>94282324(continued)>I neglect to mention the ranks of either myself or Yuri just in case the guy actually is a general and gets offended, or worse, asks for an explanation on why a Sergeant is in charge, which is kind of hard to explain without mentioning that we have essentially deserted as far as I can tell and are now working as mercenaries>The maybe-Necron seems to be lost in thought, and no one in the room is volunteering to show him to the mausoleum >Very uncomfortable with the situation I find myself in, I switch by vox-bead to the command channel and update Yuri on the situation “Yuri, we have a general, uh, Robert, here to see you, I am sending him to your location with Trooper Karl”>More quietly I add“The general looks a bit like a N-E-C-R... I mean a M-E-C-H-A-N... A cogboy, he looks like one of those”>Hopefully Necrons and old crusty generals can’t hear very well, or spell words in low gothic
>>94272253>>94281149>Be Solar Auxilia Jen Smith >I am pretty sure I am a ghost, though some of my comrades feel otherwise >The fact that I can walk through walls should be a good hint, as well as the fact people can only see me sometimes >Also one time a kid asked me why I was missing half my head >Luckily I can’t see myself in mirrors >There are more of us today than usual, the fight between the living soldiers and the strange metal men has drawn more of us out >I am not interested in fighting though, so I head up to the clock tower, no one ever bothers me there >This time though there is a hooded figure, unnaturally tall and slender, sitting on the ledge >I don’t want to startle him or her, so I just turn and start quietly sneaking back down the stairs
>>94274298>>94279938>>94281679>Be Inquisitor Scrooge>Walking through the grave planet trying to find a place with enough civilisation to vox for a pickup>Surprisingly no deamons around other than the one I just banished, such a shame>Bah humbug!>This place is miserable even for me>Suddenly get a reading on my vox>Inquisitorial standard, so it can pick up the entire planet, but at least I'll have somewhere to walk to"This is S#%rg&*) #$!@ of the Valhallan *#5th armored. We *$^ totally surrounded. Requesting &%@%tance current c()rdin&*$s ar>Damn. At least I have a direction of the signal. >Strange though. I remember something about Valhallans somewhere...>Something about an inter-Ordos conflict involving the Chronos.>Bah humbug. Probably nothing.
>>94279574>>94281679>Be Tempestor Prime Hareton >Finally get a response on the vox >"This is Sergeant Yuri of the Valhallan 545th armored. We are totally surrounded. Requesting immediate assistance current coordinates ar--">Vox link suddenly goes dead>Thankfully due to better tempestus grade equipment the vox operator was able to locate the signal>Seems like they're held up in the town of Gimmerton, the former Imperial Fist resting place.>Get onto my regiments local vox network"All forces deploy to Gimmerton.">The tetrarch and Valkyries begin heading down to Gimmerton.>Black and Purple Armoured carapace blending into the naturally grim world of Brontë 2>It's a relatively short flight as finally we arrive>The Tetrarch is the first to land in Gimmerton opening its ramp to let us out>Our armour pours out as does its tank Commander I forgot to mention named Hindley.>He is the first to to deploy flanked by Heathcliff and Catherine>Wuthering Heights, Nelly and Lockwood follow behind with finally Isabella and Edgar getting off the tetrarch.>I order the driver of Isabella and Edgar to drive us to the town hall, ordering my scions and aquillons to hold the ground>Hindley barking orders to the rest of the armour to begin rolling outside the town, ordering Catherine to gather information for Lockwood to begin bombardment of Necron forces.>The relatively grim town of Gimmerton is flooded with the sounds of armour and taurox engine sounds flooding it.>Eventually we arrive at town Hall and I along with my combined squad of Dullahan and Dando's Dogs disembark and enter town hall.>Lighting cracking as we enter into the area, hotshot lasguns, melta guns and plasma guns standing by incase of a fight.(Armour colour scheme is sorta like this but the carapace and helmet are more purple like the Heathcliff flower
>>94281376>>94281679>>94282324>>94282355>>94283152>Be Overlord Komei *AHEM* General Robertus Robert IV>The humans have not seen through my cunning disguise>In fact they're even directing me to their leader, this female trooper is being very helpful>She doesn't have her hat sadly. Pity. Then again, I'm a general, aren't I? I can do whatever I want.>She's voxing her actual commanding officer now, seems a bit nervous but I guess they do that around nobility.>She even implies I'm one of those inferior clockwork toys they have but I'll overlook that insult for now. >Grab the vox once she's done and switch it to the wide band network. This should go out to everyone."Greetings! It is I, General Robertus Robert IV! I am conducting a surprise inspection! Please prepare for my arrival by donning your best dress uniforms! A good uniform is the sign of a good soldier! I'll be there in a jiffy!">Give the backwards radio implement back to the trooper, wink at her, then leave for the town hall where the rest of them are.>Politely knock on the door and wait for them to answer>I'm bound to find a nice hat here somewhere.
>>94283152>Be Tank Commander Hindley >Rolling outside Gimmerton in my Leman russ Demolisher command tank along with Nelly and Wuthering Heights >Ordered Lockwood to keep itself at a decent distance whilst Catherine and Heathcliff scout ahead.>Several thunderbolts going off all over the planet>Seems the planet is in one of those moods>Probably because of all the ghosts to be honest >Ghosts are common now from what I've heard thanks to that great rift>I'm just thankful the system isn't in the dark Imperium side of the rift>Get a response from Catherine>Location of growing number of Necron warriors emerging from the ground near one of the many graveyards marked for burial of dead Violet Canines.>Send coordinates to Lockwood's Wyvern quad stormshard mortar>Order Wuthering Heights and Nelly to stick close to formation>Order Catherine and Heathcliff to pull back slightly so that they are clear of the mortar >Eventually we reach in range for the Wyvern to safely bomb.>Lockwood comes to a stop and begins the bombardment>Artillery fire joins the sound of the thunder>Order Catherine and Heathcliff to fire their plasma cannons at any stragglers
>Be Krypt Keeper Cryptek of the Spooktept dynasty>Notice the mortals retreating from my flayed ones and wraiths, but they don’t seam terrified, instead they seam like they’re boardThisShallNotStand.Monolith>See on the screen one flayed one has a gord on their head with a crudely carved face on itIdea.Engram>Send a message to the flayed ones to pick up the “Pump’kyns” and place them on their heads before their next attack>These primitives will be torn apart by the visages of the very things they created to protect themselves ThatShouldSpook’emGood.Holo
>>94283152>>94283536>>94283736>Be Trooper Sasha, Valhallan Ice Warriors>The probably-a-Necron general somehow plucks the vox-bead off my ear and announces that he is doing a surprise inspection and that everyone should put on their best uniforms >And then he gives my vox-bead back and leaves >He didn’t say anything about all the soldiers mobilizing in one place, so I assume I am off the hook and don’t need to get dressed further and go outside >My vox-bead is full of requests for clarification and complaints about not following proper lines of communication >I tell everyone that there is a strangely dressed officer in town that looks like a Necron and quite possibly is a Necron >I notice the other Valhallan Guard in the common room are all staring at me >I tell them to get ready in case Yuri gives them orders >Then I ignore my own advice, head back to my room, take off my wet clothes, and lie down next to the fire >Fuck this shite, I have had enough rain for the week >I was just getting comfortable when the whole place starts shaking and it sounds like a macro-train is about to run over the village >Someone on the vox-network says an unidentified tetrach is landing outside the village and to lie low while they work out who is in it >Fine with me, lying low is my specialty >I could do without all the noise though...>There are further reports of a small armored force entering the village and heading to the town hall / mausoleum>Storm troopers apparently >Hopefully they aren’t working for the Commissariat or the Inquisition and are here for us>I wonder if I could pass as a local if I jump the barmaid and steal her clothes >I file that thought under “Plan B”>No need to get excited yet, the storm troopers could be here for any number of reasons >I am just getting comfortable again when heavy artillery opens fire from a position near the inn >The whole place starts shaking like crazy >Ugh, why can’t I ever get a little peace and quiet?
>Be me.>Ghost of Solar Ausilia Velentarii (name's Chris by the way) of the 1313rd expeditionary cohort.Miss typed the first time. >The Men of Iron seam to be retreating, which is certainly odd given their usual MO.>Looking around we notice the locals have fled to a nearby village, so we load up onto our Chimera the Jamia Dawson and head out.>Once we get their we unite with another cohort, though their armor and vehicles seam strange.>Perhaps the Mechanicum have invented some new vehicles they want to test out.>Sergeant Jen Smith wanders off towards the clock tower, poor girl just hasn't been the same since she hit her head in the crash.>The locals seem terrified, so I take the innicutive and stand up on our tank and try to up them at ease."Fear not citizens, the horrors of Old Night are finally at an end! We of the 1313rd Expeditionary Cohort welcome you into the embrace of the new Imperium of Man!">To further put them at ease I lift the visor of my helmetpic related>They all let out cries of joy at being rescued from the horrors of the men of iron>I then spot none other than lord general Arthur Alexander Asquith-Albert and make my way over and salute him."Lord Genaral, we're lucky to have you here. The Men of Iron have retreated however its only a manner of time before they rebuild and regroup. We were separated from our own cohort, but are happy to assist you in anyway we can till we can reestablish contact. What are your orders sir?"
>>94283152>>94285440>>94283736>Be Tempestor Prime Hareton >Finally make my way through to the Valhallans>Noting one soldier in particular, she seems to be very annoyed at the sudden artillery from Lockwood>I stride up to her along with the rest of my command squad"I am Tempestor Prime Hareton of the 47th Violet Canines, where is your commanding officer? I require an immediate consultation on the entire situation going down on Brontë 2">I standby and wait for her response, squinting my eyes somewhat as I get a good look at her properly >Pale, relatively gaunt, she could probably pass for a Brontë 2 girl or well any sort of girl from the Brontë system>Might ask her out once this is all over
>>94281149>>94281376>>94282355>>94283152>>94283536>>94283736>>94284468>>94285516>>94285839>Be sergeant Yuri.>Recieve Sasha's vox call (and the "general's") around the time the ex Mordian's finally figure out how to get the coffin into the town hall.>They bring it over to the noble lady like a pair of canids expecting a treat.>Hear a knock on the door and go down.ThunderCrack.gif>Standing before me is a Necron lord in a torn lord general uniform and wearing a mustache that's somehow stuck to his face despite the heavy rain."Knife ear is next door.">I say, then walk right by him as some idiot storm troopers start to surround him and ask for orders>Actually there's now a whole lot more scions here then their were before, they even have a decent armor selection. >Wonder if we can borrow some since we are SUPPOSED to be an armored regiment.>See Sasha is making friends with the Tempestor Prime, (wonder how they'll react to the overlord and other craziness that usually follows us around)I'm not sure if these are the same scions I met on the desert world. >Suddenly someone cries from the gate a wave of necrons is approaching.>Climb up onto the wall and see a horde of Flayed Ones, Wraiths, and Warriors all wearing pumpkins on their heads.MFW>Hope the Fists get here soon.
>>94286419>>94285839>>94283736>Be Tempestor Prime Hareton >The trooper hasn't responded yet when a higher ranked Valhallan comes down and says something interesting>"Knife ear is next door">Turn my head to what he was looking at>Dando's Dogs have gathered around a necron in a general's uniform>They've been veterans of several missions and they've fallen for that>I am about to order them to reduce him to molten slag when I also hear crying>Run out to a balcony to see the mass waves of Necrons all in ancient hallows eve dress.>Thankfully nowhere near my units of scions and Aquillons >Alright I can work with this>Turn around and link up with squad Dullahans master vox"Aquillons return to your valkyries and get up into the skies for precision drops. Scions mount a counter offensive using the taurox primes and your Valkyries. Tetrarch get airborne and provided light aireal support">Switch frequency to Hindley's vox>Can hear the sounds of the Aquillons Valkyries taking off>Patch through to Hindley "Requesting return of armour we've got a necron invasion force outside the walls of Gimmerton. Make sure Lockwood provides light bombardments">Hear a confirm from Hindley and then I snap back to the physical world"Valhallans get ready for a fight, mount up any defensive positions my Scions will take them from behind. As for the general">I stride over to the general and pull out my plasma pistol which I've set to overcharge"Consider him relieved of service">Fire the pistol directly into its head to also get rid of its disguise(To answer your question Yuri, this is a different scion group based heavily off The Novel Wuthering Heights as well as celtic folklore dogs)
>>94283736>>94286807>Be Tank Commander Hindley >After flattening the small necron pile with both Lockwood's mortar and Catherine and Heathcliff's plasma cannons i begin ordering the armour to head back to Gimmerton>Hareton wants to do a pincer maneuver against a massive horde that's descending upon the town>I can tell the sequence is beginning as three Valkyries are heading way up into the sky and two Valkyries and the tetrarch are making their way up from their position to fly around to the rear >Lockwood will need exact coordinates so I order Heathcliff and Catherine to move ahead of our tank division >They comply and we begin our tank march back to Gimmerton>Taking out the odd straggler Necron here and there with cannon fire of Nelly, Wuthering Heights and my tank's demolisher cannon>Hop on the Vox "This is Hindley we'll be arriving in 2 minutes make sure to watch your heads for mortar fire"
>>94283536>>94284468>>94285440>>94285516>>94286419>>94286807>Be *AHEM* General Robertus Robert IV>Things are really picking up now, all the humans are arriving in the village and I'm the ranking officer!>Look at al those uniforms!>There's the Valhallans, then some tankmen, some of the regular ghosts that pop up to scare the locals here, plus some Tempetus Scions. My, I really like those ones, their uniforms are amazing.>Sadly the trooper who greets me at the door doesn't seem to be an officer. Undisciplined too, says something about a knife next door before wandering off.>None of them are in their dress uniforms and not an officer to be seen!>My my, this unit is in a dire state. I want one of their officer hats!>While I'm wondering what to do one of the ghosts walks up to me. I never could figure out why they did that, they've been around longer than I've been awake.>Asking me for orders. Hmm."Men of Iron you say? It's actually called necrodermis. But, for orders, you like fortifying your positions don't you? Get some locals to help out, I'm sure they'll be happy to work with you heroes.">As I'm wondering what to say next I hear a voice next to me and a high pitched whine. Is this meathead threatening me with plasma?>Haha, that tickles!>Uh oh. My disguise might be blown.>Nice hat though. I punch him in the face, lightly, and take the beret from his unconscious body. This should look good on me."Someone arrest that man! I will court martial him later.">Everyone is staring at me. Humans probably can't tank an overcharged plasma shot to the face and live, much less speak."Aha, I'm so lucky the God Emperor saved me from this traitor! What a miracle! And my stup- *smart* mechanicus friends for building this head for me! The Omnissiah be praised!">I think they're buying it.
>>94285440>>94285516>>94285839>>94286419>Be Trooper Sasha, Valhallan Ice Warriors>Still trying to relax in my inn room by the fire >I keep getting concerning updates on my vox-bead though >Those weird storm troopers who rescued us from the Necrons are in the village now and have congregated outside the town hall / mausoleum along with some of the newly arrived storm troopers >The Valhallans posted on the wall are reporting increasing numbers of Necrons gathering outside the village>And there have been reports of strange figures inside the village walls, and a few disappearances among the Valhallans patrolling or seeking shelter in small numbers >That last point is probably the most concerning to me given I am alone in a room in a building with only half a dozen or so other Valhallans >I very grudgingly get dressed in my still wet uniform and prepare to head to the town hall / mausoleum where Yuri and most of the other Valhallans gathered>As well as the probably-a-Necron, and the two groups of mysterious storm troopers >Sigh>It is tempting to desert in situations like this, but pretending to be a civilian won’t help against the Necrons outside and possibly inside the walls >I guess I will just have to hope most of the newly arrived players at the town hall / mausoleum are relatively benevolent >I gather the Vallhallans from the inn common room and set out into the rain >The streets are just as miserable as I remember them being, and it is still raining hard >We arrive at the town square in front of the town hall / mausoleum>There are two groups of storm troopers here, the purple ones and the slightly glowing ones, plus the probably-a-Necron >No sign of Inquisition or Commissariat, nor are they hostile to the few Valhallans loitering around outside >Well that is a plus
>>94288158(continued)>Several individuals from both groups of storm troopers are talking to the probably-a-Necron >Maybe he isn’t a Necron after all, surely the veterans of a storm trooper platoon would know better than me >I am about to ask Yuri for an update via my vox-bead when the nearby artillery launches another barrage, creating a deafening racket >At that moment, a small group of the purple storm troopers comes over and asks me where the commanding officer is >Since when did I become Yuri’s fucking secretary? First the weird general and now this guy >Luckily Yuri picks this moment to come out of the town hall, saving me the trouble of pretending to have to respect a senior officer >Yuri says something about a knife ear and my heart sinks at the possibility there are Aelderi, or worse, Drukhari, mixed up in this some how >And then some of the sentries start voxing about a wave of a Necrons approaching the gates >My heart sinks further, and I make a run for clock tower attached to the town hall / mausoleum >If anyone asks, I am planning on doing some sniping / spotting, but in reality I am trying to pick a spot far from the rending claws of the Flayed Ones>The network of ladders and rickety stairs leading up the clock tower are dusty, full of cobwebs, and seemingly unused for decades>Good, I doubt something as heavy as a Necron can climb these steps without breaking them, and hopefully this means no more unpleasant surprises when I reach the top of the tower
>>94286807>>94287411>>94288071>>94288184>Be Tempestor Prime Hareton >Plasma pistol whines down slightly as it appears that the head of the Necron didn't melt from a near point blank overcharged shot >Must have succeed his invulnerable save>I then get decked in the face and all goes black before I'm then awoken by the sound of Hindley on the vox>Quickly adjust myself and note that my Beret and the Necron have scarpered off>Alright it's personal now when I get my hands on him>But first we've got to deal with the horde>Order Dando's Dogs and the rest of my command squad to haul arse back to the taurox Isabella>Edgar and the squad Black Shuck have been awaiting for our arrival>Can see the horde breaking down the gate thankfully the valkyries have all gone meaning the plan can begin>Valhallans have taken up defensive positions and I can hear the mortar shells coming down>The Necron horde burst down Gimmerton's gates and then the first shells land"Troopers open fire! Edgar deploy missiles and let loose the autocannons! Isabella fire the battle cannon and autocannons!">The fire power of the tauroxs are let loose into the upcoming horde>I've popped out the hatch of Isabella in order to get a better view of the upcoming horde and to direct valkyrie and tetrarch gun runs.>Pray to The God Emperor that we'll save Brontë 2 and ask him to redirect some of Brontë 2's lighting into the horde to snag a few necrons
>Be Harlequin Apprentice Varmara>The Imperials seemta be in a comm-o-shun of sorts>Ah, s'normal fer them>Looks like commandin' officer o'theirs turned up>Ha, those slobs gonna get blasted>.....whatchoo lookin' a' me like that fer?>Suddenly, the cold touch of something comes over everything>Makes yer skin crawl, it does>S'not the Empyrean, it's summin far more.....esoteric and ancient.>Whirl around to see what's there>Nuffin!>Musta just been gettin' cold fer t'night>S'about 11:50PM local solar time, or whatever passes fer "solar" here>Time to bed down, methinks>Spread out a bedroll on the dusty boards>Go to sleep in seconds.....>BONGGG>WHAWAZAT>BONGGG>OW MAH EARS AGAIN>BONGGG>Ah, yeah, that-->BONGGG>--bell. Must be midnight.>BONGGG>Stupid, stupid, how'd'ya-->BONGGG>--not remember how these-->BONGGG>--stupid backwater people-->BONGGG>--keep time? Still, it's-->BONGGG>--12 o'clock by their time-->BONGGG>--so, they gotta only be twelve-->BONGGG>--bongs. Next one should be-->BONGGG>--t'last one. Can ah go back-->BONGGG>--ta sleep now?>Wait, what>Thirteen bongs?>Summin' must be wrong with ta mek-a-nism>Go back to the ledge>Weird, that chill from earlier seems'ta be settlin' over ta whole town now>Could swear the fog's gettin' way thicker too>Ah don't like t'look'a this.Typing like this gives me a headache. It's like trying to write in OrkishAnd damn you spam filter for not allowing me to post thirteen lines of just BONNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
>>94283001>>94286419>>94288071>>94288158>>94288401>>94289691>>94279938>Be Inquisitor Scrooge>Wandering through the misty landscape, past the gravestones and mausoleums, pointedly ignoring anything spooky>My will is not so weak to be overcome by daemons sent to test me>If they want my soul they'll have to fight for it!>Some necron scarabs about too, which I put a quick end to with my Infernus Pistol>Not a good sign that. Necrons are fleshless, emotionless mechanoids, thought to number in their millions. If this is one of their tomb worlds... It must be destroyed, or made dormant.>Bah humbug, where is my pickup?>But yonder, I see the town where the radio signal came from>It's under assault from an entire legion of necron warriors>Foul xenos, I will cast them back into the pit myself!>Thankfully there seems to be an armoured battalion and some guardsmen already there>Make my way over, blasting my way through the necron lines to reach the town>For some reason the necrons have put pumpkins on their heads. One cannot understand the depth of xenos depravity.>Finally get close to the towns main gate, which is being broken down by a horde of necron warriors>Yell out at the top of my voice through the vox"It is I, Inquisitor Ebeneezer Scrooge! I require an immediate pickup! Send your forces outside, and by the will of the God Emperor you will prevail!">Start firing my pistol at the hordes of necrons, the bursts of melta burning through their metal bodies.>Suddenly see something zipping towards me>It's the servo skull of my old partner, Marley.>It's blinking, as if in warning. But I can already see the necrons, they're right-
>>94290487>The clock starts to ring, and the battle stops as even the necrons pause while a silence falls over the town, but for the clock.>It rings, the deep booms shaking me to my very soul>Once, twice... thirteen times.>Then silence>I hear laughter in the distance, like some thirsting god>The ground starts to shake, and I grab a headstone to stop myself falling over>There is a stench of death everywhere, and as I wonder if I should use the lull to rush into the town, the earth around the grave starts to shift, and a rotten hand starts to emerge>look at the other graves and notice that Things are emerging from them too>Briefly hope that this isn't a cemetary world with an Inquisitorial plot, because I know we don't always bury things that are completely dead>For with strange aeons even death may die >But hope is the first step on the road to disappointment
>>94288184>>94282415>>94289691>>94290527>Be Trooper Sasha, Valhallan Ice Warriors>I reach the top level of the clock tower and enter the belfry >There is a woman with half a head in there as well as a rough looking Aeldari lying on a bedroll >Nope >Not getting involved with whatever this is, particularly if there is an Aeldari involved>I run back down the first flight of stairs, then try to jump from the second landing to the third landing but land badly and lose my balance >Then I roll partially down the next flight of stairs, miss the next landing, and fall down the empty space running down the middle of the clock tower FFUUUUUU-[crunch]>Everything is pain >I think I broke through the rotting planks that formed the floor at the bottom of the clock tower and am now in some sort of crawlspace with a soft dirt floor>At least it wasn't stone otherwise I would have been splattered >I can hear the bells bonging loudly high above me and it makes my head hurt >It smells like bloated, fermenting corpses down here >Then a rotting hand bursts from the loose soil and covers my mouth >And another my eyes, and another grabs a handful of hair>My neck, a shoulder, a wrist, a hip, a thigh, an ankle >How many dead bodies are buried under me!?!?>Then something covers the hole in the floor created by my fall, leaving me in complete darkness, immobilized by the grasping rotting hands >fuck
>>94281626>>94285440>>94290527>>94290691>Be Lucinda Cortes, Witch of the Black Sabbath, Herald of Eternal Darkness >Also barmaid at the inn. >Weeks ago, the Great Prophet Skullorex came to this pitiful village and gathered those of strong spirit and revealed to us the ultimate truth...>That the galaxy is a far harsher place than we had realized, and that all the villains and monsters from the old stories were real, and that the “God Emperor” was the real fiction, a myth for the weak and obedient to rally around. >The only sane thing to do in such a situation is to join the monsters. >Some of those who saw the truth were only worthy of becoming serial killers and collectors of body parts, and others transformed into mindless monsters, but some of us were taught the principles of magic. To read minds, to shape our features, to control monsters, to raise the dead.>Under my command, the followers of the True Gods have secretly slain many in the village of Gimmerton, and driven the rest nearly insane with fear. >Breaking the rest of the village would have been easy if it hadn’t been for the arrival of the arrogant offworlders and their powerful arsenals. >But then the Great Skullorex reached out to me in my visions and urged me to move against the off-worlders, hinting that something would happen soon that would severely weaken them. >When the off-worlders left the village and stumbled into the Necron ambush, I assumed that is what he was referring to.>But not long after they returned to the village, I felt something different in the air, powerful magic being worked. The dead are stirring, and not just the weak, oblivious ghosts who aided the enemy, but dark spirits who secretly served our cause and were buried here, spanning over millennia. Spirits who can animate the dead, or chill the spirits of the living with their mere incorporeal presence.>The reaper and pumpkin cults begin committing more and more secret murders, but I bide my time.
>>94291095(2/2)>I use my position as barmaid to poison the drinks of several off-worlders, but one off-worlder refuses even free drinks and hides in her room.>When I briefly focus on her thoughts, I hear that she is planning on ambushing me and stealing my clothes. >Well then, now it is personal.>I follower her to the town square, knowing that coward that she is, she will try to slip away during the fighting. >Sure enough, she heads up the clock tower, no doubt looking for somewhere to hide. >I follow her up, but then to my surprise, she comes fleeing back down.>I use a bit of my magic to trip her, causing her to fall down the tower and into the tower basement.>I sense she is still alive, and that she has fallen on top of the shallow graves of six victims of the reaper cult, corpses which even now are stirring, possessed by the spirits of some of the worst serial killers and lunatics this world has ever known.>This keeps getting better and better.>I toss a rug over the opening and let the evil spirits have their fun for a while.>I then gently suggest to them that they should give me the off-worlder’s uniform.>I remove the rug and clothes are tossed out.>I put the uniform in a bag, throw the rug back over the hole, then slink off, not yet sure what to do with the uniform, but knowing karma has been achieved.>Outside, the followers of the True Gods and the restless dead are gathering, building strength both within and without the walls of the village while the off-worlders and Necron fight one another.>I belatedly realize what day it just turned today, the thirteenth day of the thirty-first month, Hallows’eve, the holiest of Black Sabbaths.>Perfect.
>>94288401>>94289691>>94290487>Be Tempestor Prime Hareton >Continuing to lay fire into the horde when I hear the yelling of an old man over the vox>Oh shit it's Ebenezer Scrooge>I've heard legends about that guy>Apparently trained under the legendary inquistor Charles Dickens>Order Tauroxs to move up but keep firing >More mortar shells falling onto the enemy from Hindley's forces outside the town>Hop on Vox and call in a gun run>The two Valkyries and the tetrarch come in and rain hell upon the horde>Missile barrages and lascannon shots echoing around Gimmerton>Then the bell tolls>13 times to be exact>The earth begins to shake which I can feel even within the taurox>Not sure what this means as from what I remember this kind of thing has never happened on Brontë 2 before>God Emperor we need you now more than ever>Can hear faint music of a woman singing round and round we go
>>94291425>Be Tank Commander Hindley >As Lockwood is laying down bombardment I order Wuthering Heights and Nelly to rain down suppressive fire on the horde>Then I hear the bell toll 13 times >Storm outside Gimmerton is getting hectic as the dead begin to rise up all across the planet>I can hear a woman signing round and round we go as well as another woman screaming like a banshee>Being from Brontë 2 i know damn well what this is>Only confirmed when a lighting bolt strikes into the ground and opens up a rift>I looked and saw a black headless horse ridden by a dishevelled man bearing a mark of chaos undivided >Suddenly the Armoured Sentinel Heathcliff goes limp>Operator bursts out the hatch to try and get it operational again>Looking at the horseman confirms my suspicions>That's the Erlking for sure>Legend says he appears in times of great storms to search for his lost love>Where he rides the dead follow him >Though I considered him to be nothing more than a myth>The Banshee wail happens again and this time Catherine goes limp>Order all armour to move up and for the Sentinel operators to abandon the sentinels>We can always recover them later>Hop on the vox"Hareton this is Hindley be prepared for a wave of dead and the Erlking! I repeat the Erlking has emerged!">Order tanks to fall back to Gimmerton releasing tons of heavy fire power into the horde to grind them down>Watch as Valkyries and Tetrarch preform gun runs against the horde>We should hopefully destroy this horde quickly enough to deal with the Erlking and the dead>I just wonder where the hell that Banshee is
