You're more than willing to present the Sunish faithful's offerings to Tengr, but if it's going to be done, you're determined to do it right; the offerings must be made at Tengr's shrine.
It's a long journey and taking them from the village without warning would almost certainly squander all the goodwill you've built until now, so instead, you go to Barmak and ask the new chief to join you all in the small pilgrimage. He immediately refuses however and even makes it clear that the Sunish clansmen are not allowed to leave. They can hold their ritual if they please, but he tells you that they are needed at home, for the sake of his clan. This pronouncement naturally causes grumbling among those who were excited to leave with you, but it also makes many re-consider. A couple mention to you that Barmak can be heavy-handed at times, leading as much with brute force and intimidation, as with direction and intelligence.
In private, a band of half a dozen young Sunish tell you that they are ready to leave in secret, excited at the prospect of disobeying the older and authoritarian chief, but doing so could damage relations with the rest of the clan.
>>46163497
It's frustrating to have to give up on the idea of instructing the Sunish on the worship of Tengr and the other gods of the Wild, as you're well aware of the societal bond that could easily form between your people, but you know the risk is too great and angering Barmak would only harm you in the long-term. You gently let down the disappointed young men and women, who grumble, but return to their homes. With winter soon coming however, you don't have any time to try a different approach and you're forced to leave, bidding farewell to your new friends in the Sunish clan.
The journey home is uneventful, at least. With your rapport with the wild gods, you need fear neither animal, nor disaster. Those which do not fear you, at least respect the power of their patrons.
It is now early winter. What will you do?
>Hunt the aurochs 1d10 (Strength -Blind)
>Fish in the river 1d10 (Skill +Trait -Blind)
>Explore the forest
>Explore up the valley
>Explore the hills
>Try and investigate something new (List options)
>Make something special (List options)
>See what the mood of the clan is like, talk to people and get to know them (free)
>Change your active jobs (free)
>Try to summon a new god
>Make offerings to a god
>Bring more land under cultivation/construction (List options)
>Other
>>46163515
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>>46163515
>Try and investigate something new (List options)
>Make something special (List options)
Hello RWB
The question hangs heavy between you.
It's a pretty good damned question.
“... Graf Spee,” you say quietly. “The heavy cruiser they named after him. She got screwed over in almost the same damn spot, by the same enemy.” You shake your head. “That was always one of my favorite ships when I was growing up... dunno why, just had a soft spot for her. Liked the concept - pocket battleship, eleven inch guns - even the way she waged that final battle, three against one. That twist of fate...” you sigh. “Maybe it was too much.”
“Fate,” Hate states into the gloom, his diction sermon-heavy. “You ever think much about Fate, Skipper?”
You pause, nonplussed. “Not in as many words.”
“You know what's in my will, right?”
“Yeah. Float you out in full battle-rattle on a longboat, have a Hate-be-que to send you off.”
He gives you a lopsided grin, but there's no heart behind it. “Yeah. It *is* more than just a gimmick to me, though.”
“I can see the appeal in holding out for smoking-hot angel-babes to carry one off to valhalla after the final showdown,” you reply, “but if you try telling me things are already written I'm going to quote Lawrence of Arabia at you.”
“Not for us,” Hate replies. “But... maybe for them.” He nods at Tatsuta. “What happened to the Graf Spee is... well, it's one thing. But last night. Last night was another. The Andau, Settle.”
“... what about her?”
“The Sunda Straight is, what - seventy miles from where the Edsall was sunk?”
An unsettling itch creeps up your back. “So?”
>>46213120
FIRST
“What are the chances?” Hate asks you. “An obsolete, worn-out ship - smaller than modern examples of her class, even - showing up at the last second to launch a defiant torpedo attack? Christ, skipper, most ships don't even *carry* twenty-one inch tubes anymore - anywhere. Really... what were the chances?”
You bite your lip, not sure how to answer that.
“... I'm sorry, by the way.”
“... what did you just say?” you ask, not quite sure you heard right.
“I'm apologizing, fuckface,” Hate replies with a little heat. “There, do you recognize me again?”
“Much better.”
He snorts. “That thing I said about fraternization-” he glances down at his lap, where Tenryuu is still fast asleep, and sighs. “I thought you were doing that pussy shit, that - that -” he snaps his fingers a few times, tapping his head with his knuckles - “that papa bear shit.”
“You mean I shouldn't?” you reply, your voice deadly calm.
He meets your gaze steadily. “I didn't know we'd see it the same way, skipper. I didn't know we'd both be *pissed off.*”
Another of those silences rolls through the room.
“There's something *about* them, isn't there?” Hate says softly. “Something that cuts right to the nerve, right to the *core.* They're not killing for personal gain, or survival, or because someone's asking them to - not anymore. They're killing out of a grudge. They're killing for the *fun* of it.”
Hate has stopped swearing - and that makes you start to sweat.
“I wanted back into the fight,” Hate continues. “Wanted back in to finish what I started. To be what I'm meant to be. That part, I can get.” He looks down at Tenryuu - the gauze over eyes is wet, and she seems to be shivering a little - weeping in her sleep. “But these... *things,*” he mutters, the word dripping from his lips with disgust, “aren't interested in that. I'm not just a Marine. I'm a United States Marine. I'm supposed to die defending everything good and just in this world. But abyssals, they've got power, and they just want to flex it. Like a little boy pulling the wings off a fly, just because he can.”
Hate closes his eyes.
“They have no creed,” Hate says quietly, “beyond themselves. They have no conviction, beyond selfish glee. They're smart enough to know, too. They just don't give a fuck.” His eyes open, fixed on a point past the far wall. “I'm sure they all have their reasons. Bitter fates included. But I know what fate awaits betrayers and kin-slayers. And I'll see that they find it.”
Hate's voice is like DC current; simple, steady and carrying a numbing shock when it touches you. A direct feed to something deeper, something darker, something fell and familiar.
Very, very familiar.
“You want to talk to them?”
And like that, the spell is broken. “Wait, what?”
“Talk to them,” Hate sighs. “Fucking brass hats - you forget to have your aide yank your pull-string today? Fuck.”
“Uh, I... yeah,” you say stupidly. “Yeah, just-”
“Just one,” Hate informs you. “Tenryuu - got herself so worked up, just-” he shakes his head. “They need to not be talking to one another right now, okay?”
[ ] Tatsuta. You've been in her place - you know what to say, better than anyone, and it looks like Hate already saw to Tenryuu.
[ ] Tenryuu. Tatsuta is cooler than an eskimo's ass, but Tenryuu might not do so well without the support of her sister.
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“How'd you get burned, anyway?”
You look down at the young man who's carefully re-wrapping your arms loosely with gauze, the fresh coat of antiseptic ointment still cool on your skin. You fix the poor orderly with a cold, flat stare.
“I hugged the flaming ghost-corpse of my dead Executive Officer in a nightmare.”
The young man pauses mid-wrapping, his face splitting into a grin. “Duuude, SPOOKY!” His tone rings with frank approval.
Despite everything, you can't help but laugh. “Yeah, I suppose so.”
The nurse finishes wrapping your arms. “Okay, move about.” You oblige. “Yeah, that should stay for today.” He tidies up as you shrug your khaki shirt back on, relieved to find your shirtsleeves are no longer rubbing your tender, reddened skin too much. “Your chart says you're on Vicodin. You take that yet today?”
You nod - after spending the night duct-taped to a folding table in the CIC, you were in no shape to forgo them. “I'll get used to it in a few days, I guess.”
“Should clear up in a week,” the nurse assures you. He claps you on the shoulder, and hustles off - you've no doubt he's got his hands full. The C-5 that returned your girls from Java also bore some of the worst-injured men from the second battle of Sunda Strait; some were sent directly to the best hospitals in Japan via helicopter airlift, and some ended up here. Your sleep - if you could call it that - came late, after an hour or so of sniggering, snarling and muttered maledictions as Goto wrapped up the battle in your stead, managing the retreat.
After waking up and hoarsely demanding that someone cut you loose from the goddamn table, you'd had just enough time to hit your apartment for painkillers, a bananna and a fresh outfit before racing to Yokota to meet the incoming C-5. Stretcher after stretcher had been borne out first, quiet, sedated men swaddled in gauze being rushed to waiting choppers. Then had come your warriors, quiet and withdrawn, and lastly, lurking in the shadowed back of the cavernous aircraft, huddled over her silent charge...
Naka.
Your phone buzzes insistently. Slipping it from your pocket, you see Goto's name flashing at the top of the screen, followed by his missive -
“HELP.”
You contemplate that thoughtfully, then type out an interrogative.
“Kongou or Essex?”
Bzzzzz. “YES.”
You chuckle despite yourself.
[ ] GOTO CALLS FOR AID, AND RADM. WILL ANSWER
[ ] Aw is mister make-you-command-every-battle in a pinch? How *tragic.* Go check up on the chuunibotes - they looked to be in rough shape the last time you saw.
[ ] Do something else entirely. [Write-in.]
>>46207846
>[ ] GOTO CALLS FOR AID, AND RADM. WILL ANSWER
Oh god, what fresh hell is this? Better stop the meme-boat from causing another international incident.
>>46207846
Hmmmmm...
Let's go for FULL MEDICAL HORROR.
>[X] Aw is mister make-you-command-every-battle in a pinch? How *tragic.* Go check up on the chuunibotes - they looked to be in rough shape the last time you saw.
Let's do some worldbuilding exercises using Earths' ruddy neighbour planet. No rules, if you want to do hard sci-fi or fantasy, go for it.
Here's a starting point: Humans travel to Mars and build a city on the surface. They start to dig down into the planet, and discover something unexpected.
What do they find? What changes because of it?
I'll post some of my own stuff if nobody else is interested. Let's have some fun.
Fae catboys eating Mars bars.
>>46197322
>What do they find?
>>46197337
I'm very interested in your suggestion anon, feel free to go into more detail.
My PCs have recently become the unwilling servants of an ancient green dragon. They slaughtered his kobold and lizardfolk servants after they were attacking their colony on this new land. They stumbled into his chamber and he now sees them as part of his horde and his property to do with as he wishes. He is now sending them to go kill a rival red dragon in the mountains. If they just leave he will torch their colony and they will be left forever on this unknown continent alone. Now the question I want to ask is.
How generous would he be with his own horde of treasures to support his new servants in their quest? Would he equip them with magical weapons and armor and give them gold? Just gold? Would he kick them out of his lair and give them nothing? I am thinking one magical item and a small parcel of gold to gather supplies with. The magical item would of course be expected to be returned.
>>46196648
I would think it would depend on his personality and how much he wants the rival confirmed dead.
if he thinks the party able to kill a dragon on their own why wouldn't immediately attempt to kill them himself, to circumvent the risk of them turning on him?
If he gives them magical items in order to facilitate killing the other dragon, what would stop them from using them on himself?
If he doesn't give them enough power to kill the rival, he'll simply be giving him a snack and some more treasures for -his- horde, as well as a motive for revenge and the possible knowledge that greenie no longer has servants.
Is he simply short sighted in his goals, not thinking plans through?
Food for thought.
>>46196764
He sees this dragon as a trivial chore and below him.
He himself is an ancient dragon very powerful.
This is a young upstart at best young/adult red dragon.
He tested them with a hydra to gauge their power before they entered his chamber and has a feel for their abilities and has planned for them attacking him.
Why not guarantee a kill on this rival dragon by giving them just enough power to confirm it but not hurt him.
Your second question is a good one for if they do succeed in killing his rival he will want all his horde for himself and will kill you if you take anything not granted to you.
For your third this rival is an insect to him as said before, he is just being a lazy fuck.
>>46196648
>My PCs have recently become the unwilling servants of an ancient green dragon.
Stop railroading them, you piece of shit, let them slay your fucking mary sue self insert original character dragon you cuntburger.
sup /tg/ (ha puns) I'm bored lets create a space marine chapter roll 1d10 for chapter creation reason
Rolled 2 (1d10)
>>46195784
>>46195784
Strategic Prognostication - "Our tarot cards say there's going to be a threat here, maybe. Found a Chapter!" roll 1d100 for when the chapter was founded
Rolled 95 (1d100)
>>46195816
>failing to capture Cadia twelve times in a row and making everyone think he was a failure is all part of Abaddon's master plan :^)
Will GW drop this stupid bullshit already and retroactively throw some meaningful victories at Abaddon's feet so that he can be at least half the badass Archaon is?
>>46195620
The very fact that he's taken ten thousand years to capture a single system is pretty impressive. Not even Terra, just Cadia. I can only imagine it will take him another 40,000 years to go from Cadia to Terra.
>>46195761
Which of course will be long after Ghazghkull's WAAAGH united all of the Orks, all of the Necron tombworlds were awoken, and the Tyranid main fleet arrived.
It's going to be kind of hard for GW to shoehorn "Chaos always wins" into this one.
No because if they try to make someone effective he literally becomes
AND DEN HE BLEW UP DAH WORLD AND BECAME LIKE A GOD HE IS 2 COOL 4 DA CHAOS GODS NOW
Its that time again, /tg/. Time to make a Daemon Prince.
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Give me an alignment, anons.
>Khornate
>Tzeenchian
>Slaaneshi
>Nurglite
>Undivided
>Malice
>A Minor God
>Something else....
>>46195048
>Alignment
Undivided
>>46195071
Seconded.
Actually a C'tan shard.
If Khorne cares not from where the blood flows, only that it does, why does he hate magic? It seems just as able to produce blood as bolters and swords.
>>46194347
Because fuck you. That's why.
>>46194347
>khorne
>posts word bearer
>>46194347
Nah, most Chaos magic burns the enemy. That cauterizes it, keeps blood from flowing.
Do you guys have psionics in your settings? Does it work with, against, or completely unrelated to magic?
Any characters that utilized psionics that you liked?
TL;Dr psionics thread.
>>46192397
What are the differences between magic and psionics?
Should psionics be classified a subset of magic, or a different beast altogether? Why or why not?
>>46192397
It's really the same thing as standard magic, but done through a different method, and psions and mages will typically argue stubbornly that they're two completely different things and their style is the much superior.
>>46192571
To make the divide work you really need to establish what magic is and how it works (as reasonably as you can anyway). With D&D it seems like magic is component based and involves calling or drawing outside influences or places in some way to do magic. Psionics has you will it to happen with your mind. You could call it just different methods to achieve the same thing but then you have things like their feats not overlapping and stuff to the point that psionics get their own metamagic feats in 3.5
Titus appears in your campaign intent on murdering your party. How do you fare?
>>46191503
Charm Person
We dindu nuffin, we good bois.
We going to the church every sunday, getting our lives back on track
Damn rayciss mechanicus trying to keep the fleshy man down.
>>46191503
Well, we're going to have words. Very few words. Words like "heretic" and "you're a".
>Deathwatch campaign.
>A Ultramarine and Space Wolves have become (in game) good friends. After a long rivalry)
>A third player complains constantly how this is wrong, is against the fluff etc.He now disrupts the campaign.
>I tried to talk to him, but he remains stubborn.
Help. What can I do?
>>46190721
Kill them all.
>>46190721
He's Alpha Legion scum.
Kill him.
Or, target him in a Chaos plot to subvert the Deathwatch and see how he bites.
>>46190721
Tell him he can either accept it or ask the other players if they really want to keep playing with him.
If the group isn't having fun with him around and wants him gone, drop him.
(just like when I was an asshole)
Weeknight edition! Get in here!
>>46189868
day 1 archive https://desustorage.org/tg/thread/45971430/
day 2 archive https://desustorage.org/tg/thread/45996057/
day 3 archive https://desustorage.org/tg/thread/46020979/
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Old threads plus brand new map!
could you sum up the story so far?
>>46189868
Noice. Hello, Shmeh. Oh! I need to ask you. Is there any gods of death, life, and such in this setting?
Here's a though experiment for you folks. What's the highest possible amount of 1/1 counters you can put on a single permanent by the end of turn 5?
>>46188668
infinite minus one?
infinite
/thread
>>46188668
What's the highest number you can think of
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You're stirred awake by the sense that something is wrong.
You look around, and see Ilica, Derrick, and Fran talking about something... so wha-
Tight...
Emi mumbles something, and her coils tighten around you.
"E-em-i" You say, before you can't talk anymore and it starts to get hard to breathe.
You look up to where the others are talking, and thankfully Ilica takes notice. She walks over and bops Emi on the head.
"Wake up you friggin bum, before you kill the poor guy" Ilica says.
"Bwuh" Emi says as she opens her eyes, she looks around and then down at you. You force out a smile, and she looks horrified. "Oh, I'm so sorry!"
The coils loosen and release as Emi slithers out from around you. "I didn't mean to squeeze like that..." She says.
"Nightmares?" Ilica asks.
"S-sssomething like that" Emi says. "Are you alright?"
"Still breathing" You say. "Heart's still bea-... err... I guess not"
Ilica's eyes drift down to your chest. "And you don't remember how that happened, huh?" She asks.
"Nope" You say as you stand up. "Is that bad?"
"Maybe not" Emi says. "It looks painful..."
"I think it did" You say. "It still hurt a bit when I was in the cave"
Ilica raises an eyebrow at you. "You're awfully chipper about this" She says.
"Well... it doesn't hurt now" You say. "That's good, isn't it?"
Ilica covers her face with her hand... or is it a paw? Would she get mad if you called it a paw?
Maybe she'd get mad if you called it a hand...
Either way, she covers her face with her handpaw, and sighs.
She seems annoyed...
>Are you annoyed?
>Thank her for the save
>Ask Emi what she was dreaming of
>Ask What Derrick and Fran are talking about
>Other
>>46188205
>>Ask Emi what she was dreaming of
Is Emi more reptilian in the top side or more human the top side?
>>46188205
>Are you annoyed?
>>46188205
>>Are you annoyed?
>Ask Emi what she was dreaming of
