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Well I don't like it

Yeah, the new claw is solid. Like the fact it's a pack-mounted ammo as well. I like it, a lot. It's a good upgrade, but that head. Oof. Better... Apparently he's supposed to get a 'retinue' as well. I will literally crap bricks if it's a Lamenter, an Astral Claw Sorcerer, and an Executioner.

That sculpt has a lot of character despite its flaws. I love the new rendition of his claw.

You know, I swear someone at GW watches these threads. I hate the head. I'd maybe, maybe buy it if I could stick a helmet on him. Don't like the cloak either.

Well this seems like an Omen.

250 XP for skills. For an Axe.

Merry Christmas everyone! Have some great time of Paleolithic Sky worshipping, everyone!

Merry Christmas, you filthy animals!

Ates Sapik: There were no flames, no. The great Tchar appeared anyway, in the blood and butchery of the betrayal. The Crow called, led you to the Obelisk, yes. In the purple-silver surface your face was distorted and made to look happy. Then the knives came, the rockhammers and pickaxes, as your worker clade went insane in fits of jealous selfishness. They did not see what you saw, they forgot the promises of Great Tchar you had given - that powerful men would come. Men with lightning sticks and fire. Fire. What colour were the flames, again? Not even you can remember, they were so bright with revelation. A man with a permanent smile, another who rode a giant shell-backed beast, a man with two heads and wires, who spoke in a strange tongue to boxes with lights. An axe. Mighty giants in stone harness, crying blood, another devouring the power of men's core. Another who knew many truths. Go to the Obelisk, said Great Tchar, as the invisible, multi-coloured flames danced in the eyes of all your shaft-kin. There will be pain, but this is the price of knowledge. A small sacrifice of suffering is the key to warming fires. Indeed - what is a fire without kindling? Once again, what the Grand Crow promised came to pass. The men of a false law fell upon your comrades, beat you, broke your bones and bruised your flesh., but the flames cannot be extinguished. Where it grows, it feeds, and where it does not, it bides. A pyre that will burn away these chains that clink and clatter on the deck as your bare feet stumble into the metal box - a winged prison cell which will take you to a place so much darker than even the 13th level of Dante's Barrow. The hell of an Inquisition Fortress. Tchar has demanded it.

Merry Thronemas to you

All I can think of about Dante is Inferno and Barrows It'll be alwight on the night

Maybe we'll uncover the mystery of the 2nd or 11th...? More likely, it's a misunderstanding on the part of the local people who named it. Any Space Marine could be almost as legendary as a Primarch, and the terms could easily be confused by someone who doesn't fully comprehend the difference? Edit:

Merry Christmas everyone!

It means it was completed. However, I will have to modify a few things since the Compact wasn't actually completed per se. >:-D Careful what you wish for... At half one on Christmas morning, he is. I'll fix that in post, as they say.

Dante isn't a Primarch!

Never. What is the point of redemption when there is so much more to explore in the galaxy? The Smiler will take Psyniscience (Trained) for 200, with 50 XP left.

:-O

@Mazer Rackham In light of the asteroid base/Necron tomb complex/genestealer hive being captured/purged/garrisoned off screen, what does that mean for our introductory compact?

++ SECTOR IMPERIALIS ++ ++ POENA INCARCARE EXTRATIO MINERALIUM ++ ++ DANTE'S BARROW ++ Locsit: Ithyca - II F, 'Penitence'. Population: 7,109,449 Security Rating: Maximum Exports: Heavy Ores. Imports: Heretics and indentured labourers. Overlord: Baron Holm Congreave INFORMATIONAL: Dante's Barrow is one of the largest ore extraction facilities on Penitence. Named for the legendary Champion of the Blood Angels, the term barrow is supposed to relate more to the primitive, wheeled, lading baskets the worker menials are forced to use when the conveyor breaks down - which is quite often. The oreheads are varied, ranging from the utterly dangerous trans-uranic lodes to light metals and basic lead. crystalline geodes are prized for internal use, given that they will power anything from lascutters to stablights. The workers, given some restrictions, are left to their own devices in the dark, with a strict quota to meet. Failure results in the entire 'shaft' being exterminated by Phosphex gas. The lower level, 'Deck 13' has been sealed off recently due to the discovery of a relic which is thought to be [REDACTED]. The relic has been seized by the authorities, and the work crew who survived the brawl amongst themselves for the treasure, have been sequestered for transport to the nearest Arbites Precinct for lengthy interrogation....

A very Merry Christmas to all.

Merry Christmas to you, too, MZ.

I had a very poor Command roll (84) and RP-wise I hadn’t envisioned Ialathial doing anything more than prod the prisoner and ask simple question. So I left it open for the moment, but I might prepare a simple post in the next day or so to get the ball moving. In any case Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you all.

Ates Sapik AKA Pronto Urthresh AKA John Carlontis AKA Tchen Tcharvik Criminal Record: Fraud, Conspiracy to Commit Fraud, Blasphemy, Conspiracy to Commit Blasphemous Acts, Conspiracy Against the Imperium, Conspiracy to Commit Arson Sentence: 30 Local Years' Hard Labor; Permanent Ban for Off-Planet Travel ***** "The only constant is change! You can't keep me here forever! YOU WILL ALL B-----------!!!" ---Heretic Ates Sapik prior to sedation and ritual scarring ***** The headman said that the Great Crow, Tchar, watched out for us. He said that we had to stay in our village because we were an enlightened people, stuck in a dark time and place. The Great Crow started whispering to me in my adolescence, and the headman stated that I was blessed, but must live on the edge of the village for everyone’s safety. He didn’t explain further. The headman would visit often, asking what Tchar showed me in the flames. I told him. I saw a corpse in a chair of gold. I saw giants holding boxes that spewed explosions. I saw regular men in the giants' shadows firing red light out of metal sticks, and burning holes in my brothers and sisters. I saw our doom. The headman commanded I leave and continue Tchar's ways; Tchar guided me past the patrols and through the wilderness. I will see the Corpse burn as my home was burned. I will pile his people on the pyre for Tchar. And if I can’t burn it all, then I will affect what change I can.

Uldyssian: A direct link establishes with a friendly Imperial unit. Their transcom beacon and locsit idents pair with information for an Imperial Guard unit. Ciphers also match, direction is immediate North of your position by 40 Kloms. +This is Armoured Recon Four-Nine-Two-Aleph. Friendly unit, identify. We're getting significant noospheric interference. Your asset tags are obscured. Over.+

Uldyssian "Incomming, unidentified auger idents. Airborne and on intercept. Transmitting on imperial channels, request visual recon on this vector". All business, their situation was precarious if attacked from the air as the damocles was ill-suited to such an engagement and cover was in short supply.