IL XVI - The Drowned

[simison]

Does anyone have the up to date rules for Hennasohn, I really like the idea of basically Space Magneto, and kinda want to do a dual scene or something I dunno

 

Here you go: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1AONH7fhojswAkdgYYAi8zSM7UIXP1K9L7jKwLyuk9aA/edit

[simison]

BL Fluff Segment (12k words)

Anthology: 30% - Incomplete - (I find your lack of words disturbing)

FW Fluff Segment (10k? words)

History: 15% - Complete

Organization: 15% - Complete

Exemplary Battles: 15% - Complete

Crunch

Legiones Astartes & Unique Wargear: 5% - Incomplete - (Missing banner quote)

Rites of War: 5% - Incomplete? - (Need fluff?)

Unique Units: 5% - Complete

Unique Characters: 5% - Incomplete - (Didn't see banners for Hennasohn & the Equerry)

Primarch: 5% - Complete

 

Total - 55%

 

 

Banners and stories.

Edited April 25, 2019 by simison

[simison]

What is Morro's weapon set?

[bluntblade]

Erm, it's somewhere in the thread. Agoniser Tendrils are one.

[Beren]

Pre-Rakarth there may have been mention of twin shotels? Othereise the Crunch page states Agoniser Te drils and some kind of pistol that may have been Dark Eldar based.

[bluntblade]

I think we'd talked about a sword and pistol, but can't remember. Helts may have had some ideas so I'll ask him.

[simison]

I'm going with the dual shotels for now, but did Helts never answer?

[Beren]

Raktra told me a couple of weeks ago that I might have to wait a while for a response from Helts if I messaged him.

[simison]

Do we have a name for Morro's personal guard?

[bluntblade]

Not yet. The Benthic Sentinels, maybe? Demersal Guard?

[Doctor Perils]

Armillary Guard?

[simison]

Where are those words from? Also, what are Morro's titles?

[bluntblade]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pelagial Edited July 22, 2019 by bluntblade

[simison]

Given Morro's ultimate fate, I'm a fan of the Demersal Guard. Though, I would love it if we can get Helt's perspective.

[simison]

Rak gives his approval, which counts for Helts, at the moment. 

[simison]

[Corrosion of Saltwater]

 

Morro allowed himself a moment to revel in the pleasure of the kill. The rebel leader aimed a rifle at Morro's head, but it was of no threat. The man shook so hard, no doubt the shot would go wide. Instead, Morro's eyes locked on the man's magnificent cape. It was of exquisite quality in a luxurious red. Morro spun one of his shotels in his hand as he debated on how to seize the cape without spilling blood on it. Skewering wasn't an option. Even if Morro controlled his strike so that the blade didn't pierce through the man's body, the man might flail and drive himself deeper on the shotel. 

 

Decapitation? No, the outpour would undoubtedly fall upon the cape.

 

Legs, Morro decided as he stepped forward, sheathing one of the shotels. The rebel leader screamed as his finger closed on the trigger. Before the man could blink, Morro swung. The man's legs went flying off to the side. In the instant before gravity could assert its hold, Morro's other hand flashed and closed around the man's head. 

 

The man's screams were muffled by Morro's hand as he held the man aloft. Blood poured out of the man's stumps. 

 

"My lord."

 

Morro leaned his head to one side as he spoke into the vox system built into his armor. "Speak."

 

"We've secured the enemy headquarters and are transitioning into sweeps of the city to eliminate the last of the rebel forces. Estimated time to complete annihilation of enemy forces is two hours and fifteen minutes." 

 

The man's screams whittled as his flesh paled. Morro ran calculations and recalled previous city subjugation operations as handled by other legions. The Drowned's progress was definitely proceeding faster than a similar operation completed by the Eagle Warriors, who tended to use a bit too much flash and awe in their strikes, but slower than the Predators, due in no small part to their expertise in mobility warfare. 

 

"Pull Shoal Shishi-Revi'i from the city perimeter. If they slip through the cracks, we'll hunt them, but I want the city secured in two hours."

 

"It will be done, my lord."

 

Morro terminated the vox connection as he noted the rebel leader had finished bleeding out. As Morro claimed the cape for his own purposes, he wondered what luxuries the ruler of this world had to offer him. Governor Saul Tarth had the benefit of occupying his station for three decades before he committed the mistake of turning against his Imperial masters. Overseeing Ivah had seen the man's wealth skyrocket due in no small part to Ivah's status as a key trade center in South Tempestus. 

 

Which lead to the current restrictions upon Morro's war plans. The Drowned were to inflict as little collateral damage to allow Ivah's trade to be restored as quickly as possible. At the same time, the campaign was to be completed as soon as possible. It was a bit difficult since Tarth had spent the last five years pouring as many Thrones as he could into a new Ivah military, which was why a legion had been summoned to bring Tarth to heel. 

 

In truth, Morro knew the War Council had not wanted the Drowned or Morro near this campaign. Fiscal, not military, motivation had forced their hand. By chance, the Morro's personal fleet, the Kelyfos, had been the closest legion when Tarth had declared his independence. So the Drowned would serve the retribution the Imperium desired against Tarth's arrogance. 

 

And re-open the Ivah markets as soon as possible.

 

Morro noticed the rebel leader, some fool colonel, had expired at last. No longer concerned with the man flailing in his death throes, Morro pinched two fingers on the back of the man's uniform before delicately cutting off the cape from the corpse. Once the cape was no longer attached to its former master, Morro gingerly wrapped it before securing it to his armour. He threw a final glance over the city. With only rodents left to hunt, Morro would not bother remaining as he marched out of the marble office. At the doors, his personal guard awaited, surrounded by the dead who had dared to resist them. Morro wondered if any of them harbored disapproving thoughts as they had watched Morro take his new spoil. 

 

Not in the first instance in which Primarch found himself at cross-purposes with his own legion. The Drowned had always had a tendency toward the reserve when it came to decoration. It was a trait they had not inherited from Morro. The Lord of the Drowned had always enjoyed the finer things in life and would not break with it because his sons were different. Perhaps no unspoken criticism laid in the room. For as ostentatious Morro might be, his ruthless tactics were a seamless extension of the Drowned' own martial spirit. Or, vice versa since Morro could claim birth before the Sixteenth.

 

The Demersal Guard, however, kept their silence as Morro walked past them. With honed practice, they fell into step with their liege lord as they exited. Comprised of sixteen chosen warriors, Morro did not offer a hint of gratitude towards them. In terms of martial purpose, they were of little value against most opponents, whom he could slay with ease. No, the few beings that could threaten Morro would be the sole situation they had military value to him for either a knife in the flank or a pawn to be sacrificed. Outside of those truly rare events, as far as he was concerned, their true purpose was to emphasize Morro's position as a Primarch. From the contrast in height to their lethal weapons, the Demersal Guard elevated their Primarch in glory when they accompanied him. 

Edited August 22, 2019 by simison

[simison]

Bodies lined the hallway, their bright red blood contrasting with the alabaster stone. Morro claimed half of the dead by his hand. It had been an amusing exercise, seeing if he could maintain double the threshold of kills in ratio to the Demersal Guard. 

[bluntblade]

I never thought to raise this before, but is Hennasohn the Chief Librarian as well as First Ayatollah?

[simison]

...no? Hesh and Helts have never chosen a Chief Librarian. I can't remember, how powerful is Henna?

[bluntblade]

Limited in scope I believe, but a very powerful telekine. Maybe he's officially an Epistolary, his ambitions for command keeping him from the rank of Chief Librarian, but he's de facto on par with the Chief Librarian. Potentially with a lot of tension there.

 

Edit: here is Hesh's original take.

Edited August 1, 2019 by bluntblade

[Beren]

Does he really need to be that powerful? He's already a command level figure and one of the most veteran members of the Legion.

[bluntblade]

(Shrugs) Hesh made him that way.

[simison]

Reads post

 

Wait, Hesh gave the 16th a Gloriana before a Primarch was on the scene? Sheesh. 

 

And yeah, reading the next several posts shows Hesh was running wild with ideas before he reined in. Also, the Thousand Sons' influence on his telekinesis will have to be rewritten as it stands now. Looking at his latest rules, it appears we completely did away with him being an uber psyker, instead making his Poltergeist ability something innate to him. (Which also ties in nicely with removing the Thousand Sons influence; gosh, I forgot Hesh was going to make Henna a disciple of Ahriman.)

 

So, just commenting on that aspect, I recommend Hennasohn not be treated as the Drowned's most potent psyker. 

[bluntblade]

There is precedent with the War Hounds. My preference for Hennasohn is powerful psyker, though not the most powerful in the Legion, and not count him as one of the Great Warriors as Empyon, Redd and Antonidas are. Edited August 2, 2019 by bluntblade

[simison]

The most amusing kills were the ones who screamed, "For Tarth!" Or, "Defend Dukoh!" Others may have used battle cries to rally their comrades or to strike hestiation into their enemes. This worthless mob, however, had shrieked theirs like terrified children. It was a pleasing sound to Morro, added with the irony that neither Tarth cared for his fodder or Dukoh was worth dying for. The sole reason Morro fought here was so that Tarth knew the Impure Prince had landed at this particular city. Dukoh was the eighth largest city on the planet. Nothing noteworthy about the city, from economy to military. Any well experienced strategos would be utterly befuddled by Morro's strategic decision. To a novice such as Tarth, no doubt he would be expecting some ploy and would soon be sending his armies to counter. 

 

Which is what Morro wanted him to do. 

 

Dukoh was worthless to the Drowned, until Morro marched through its streets. Now, it served as a weapon by dint of his presence. His weapon.