General Discussion Secundus

[Kelborn]

Ryan Jonson should make it. I have great trust in his last Jedi. But if wishing is a thing....I want a Nolan SW TRILOGY

 

 

*ahem* adapted Thrawn trilogy would be great

[MikhalLeNoir]

...no best thing: icarion insurrection by nolan

[bluntblade]

I like all Johnson's films so far, so I'd be up for that

[Nomus Sardauk]

Been thinking a bit about that idea we had for a daemon/daemons born from the nightmare of the First World War aaaaalllllll the way back on Page 42 of this thread and have been brainstorming about it while on the commute home from work (had plenty of time to think, my bus was late and pulled up to the train station just in time to see my train home pull off  ) and wanted to continue fleshing out this ungodly abomination before the good ideas trickle out of my brain and away down the drain of forgetfulness. Also, I deliberately left it's name blanked out as I couldn't decide on one, although I strongly considered either "the Unknown Soldier" or simply "Somme", lemme know your thoughts brothers. 

 

 

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It has had many names.

 

 

 

The Trenchborn, the Crawling Death, the Thin Man, the Marching Grave, Death-Rattle, the Burning Fog and the Corpse Eater, all of these titles fail utterly to capture the grotesque nature of this nightmare of Man. One of two vast and terrible entities born of the First Pan-Terran War, the daemon often referred to as -ERROR: SEGMENT REDACTED BY ORDER OF THE INQUISITION- was first encountered by elements of the Crimson Lions and Fire Keepers Legions alongside multiple Solar Auxilia and Imperial Army regiments at the Siege of Terra in 053.M31 during their defence of the Northern Franc defensive lines against a mixed force from Eagle Warriors and Godslayers Traitor Legions. Throughout the course of the battle the Traitor force seemed to oddly concentrate on slaughtering the mortal Loyalist forces rather then their III^rd and X^th Legion cousins, employing the Godslayers' artillery divisions to unleash harrowing chemical bombardments upon the mortal defenders to horrifying effect and killing thousands. Imperial reconnaissance elements also reported repeated sightings of XIII^th Legion Sorcerers performing blasphemous rituals during said bombardments, mystifying the Loyalist commanders until during the final Traitor assault when the heretical ritual reached it's awful zenith.

 

Recorded reports and eyewitness testimonies from surviving Astartes indicate that unlike previous engagements as the traitors neared the Loyalist lines the earth began to shake and split open, spilling forth a hideous green-gray Fog that caused mortal troops' skin to break out in massive and agonising blisters despite wearing protective gear, their eyes became unbearably sore and wept blood & pus, breathing became agonising as they began vomiting and retching up blood and mucus from their ruined lungs, causing many to choke on their own fluids. Next a vast horde of bloated, diseased creatures resembling the extinct Terran Rattan Norvegicus, described by one Rix Terghas of the Crimson Lions as "a mouldering tide of rotten fur and gnawing teeth" emerged en masse from the fissures and swarmed the Loyalist lines, viciously attacking anyone they encountered and eating alive many mortal troops incapacitated by the unnatural gas that preceded them. As the Traitors rapidly closed the gap between themselves and the now-beleaguered Loyalist line a bizzare rolling tide of mud and rubble began to move forwards with them as if some horrendous worm were burrowing through the dirt, growing in size and speed as it came closer. Finally, as the phenomena struck the Loyalist line the fortifications there were blasted apart in a maelstrom of plasteel, ceramite and rockcrete, with a deep keening wail the -ERROR- emerged from the tainted earth.

 

The -ERROR- manifested as towering, emaciated, almost skeletal figure clad in the tattered, mud and gore-stained remains of an ancient Terran military uniform, a titanic and ragged greatcoat draped over it's corpse shoulders like a death shroud and fastened to it's body by thick, rusted lengths of barbed wire that pierced through and wove around the daemon's body and limbs. It's uniform was torn open at the chest to reveal an spread rib cage overflowing with rotting, writhing undead forms of ancient Terran soldiers, screaming for aid, begging to be killed or just wailing in utter despair. Their bodies and limbs were physically bonded into the monster's desiccated flesh and restrained by chains of more barbed wire and they were further compressed into that horrid cage by thick layers of mud and yet more ravenous daemon-rats that eagerly gnawed at their flesh. The beast's head was covered by a battered and rust-tarnished helm, it's face hidden behind a primitive rebreather mask, one eye lens was broken, revealing a sunken, milky orb that lacked a pupil, the rebreather grille venting the same green-gray fumes from before with every wheezing, excruciating breath that passed it's lipless maw. On it's right hand it wore great, jagged bayonet blades that looked to have been hammered into it's fingers with iron nails in a vile parody of Lightning Claws, while in it's left hand it carried a worn and gnarled rifle that sported an immense, filthy scythe blade in place of a bayonet, creating an impromptu version of the mythological Reaper's weapon. From the -ERROR-'s back great gnarled bone-like growths resembling the twisted, leafless branches of dead trees sprouted amid embedded knives, swords and bayonet blades, from these branches hung mouldering rope nooses, each of which bore another undead soldier hanging by the neck. These pitiable souls lacked a lower half, their bodies appearing as if torn in half at the stomach, entrails flapping the foetid winds as they continued to brandish their old bolt-action rifles and pistols, taking shots at any Loyalists their clouded gaze could find. The daemon's lower body was hidden beneath the rolling carpet of mud, corpses and rats even as it advanced into the Loyalist emplacements, raking through Astartes and mortals alike with it's claw and scythe or tearing corpses from it's chest cavity to throw like grenades, whereupon they exploded in blasts of corrosive gases and rabid vermin.

 

No weapons brought to bear by the Loyalist defenders against the -ERROR- seemed to meaningfully harm the daemon, it's putrid form re-growing damaged flesh as it absorbed more corpses from the slaughter, the only exception to this being incendiary weapons. Once this weakness was realised the remaining Imperials swiftly brought their combined arsenal of Flamers and similar weapons to bear against the beast, led by the Fire Keepers' Reclusiarch Barak Shemon and a detachment of Maveshalak specialists the Loyalists manage to slay the daemon, consuming both it and it's supply of fresh corpses in a great conflagration. Ultimately however this victory would not be enough to carry the day with the Loyalist defence in disarray, fortifications devastated and their forces having been badly mauled by the -ERROR-, with the XIII^th and VIII^th Legion forces already upon the weary defenders the decision was made to sacrifice the ruined defence line and execute a fighting withdrawal, but not before Reclusiarch Shemon ordered the Fire Keepers' techmarines to send the bastion's plasma reactor into meltdown to deny the traitors' their prize. Shemon would then lead a small volunteer detachment  to hold the bastion as long as possible against the enemy while the remaining Loyalist fell back to the secondary defence line 1.8 miles east. Within the hour Shemon, his detachment, the bastion and an estimated 35-50% of the Insurrectionist force were nought but a steaming crater.

 

 

The -ERROR- has been sighted a great many times in the millennia since the end of the Insurrection, seemingly preferring to take part in conflicts that promise long, grinding wars of attrition, akin to the one from whence it was born. All sightings are to be reported to the +ERROR: CLASSIFIED+ immediately, eyewitnesses should be detained for interrogation, then sentenced to either Mindwipe procedures or be given the Emperor's Peace.

[Demus Ragnok]

Been thinking a bit about that idea we had for a daemon/daemons born from the nightmare of the First World War aaaaalllllll the way back on Page 42 of this thread and have been brainstorming about it while on the commute home from work (had plenty of time to think, my bus was late and pulled up to the train station just in time to see my train home pull off :angry: ) and wanted to continue fleshing out this ungodly abomination before the good ideas trickle out of my brain and away down the drain of forgetfulness. Also, I deliberately left it's name blanked out as I couldn't decide on one, although I strongly considered either "the Unknown Soldier" or simply "Somme", lemme know your thoughts brothers. ^_^

 

 

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It has had many names.

 

 

 

The Trenchborn, the Crawling Death, the Thin Man, the Marching Grave, Death-Rattle, the Burning Fog and the Corpse Eater, all of these titles fail utterly to capture the grotesque nature of this nightmare of Man. One of two vast and terrible entities born of the First Pan-Terran War, the daemon often referred to as -ERROR: SEGMENT REDACTED BY ORDER OF THE INQUISITION- was first encountered by elements of the Crimson Lions and Fire Keepers Legions alongside multiple Solar Auxilia and Imperial Army regiments at the Siege of Terra in 053.M31 during their defence of the Northern Franc defensive lines against a mixed force from Eagle Warriors and Godslayers Traitor Legions. Throughout the course of the battle the Traitor force seemed to oddly concentrate on slaughtering the mortal Loyalist forces rather then their III^rd and X^th Legion cousins, employing the Godslayers' artillery divisions to unleash harrowing chemical bombardments upon the mortal defenders to horrifying effect and killing thousands. Imperial reconnaissance elements also reported repeated sightings of XIII^th Legion Sorcerers performing blasphemous rituals during said bombardments, mystifying the Loyalist commanders until during the final Traitor assault when the heretical ritual reached it's awful zenith.

 

Recorded reports and eyewitness testimonies from surviving Astartes indicate that unlike previous engagements as the traitors neared the Loyalist lines the earth began to shake and split open, spilling forth a hideous green-gray Fog that caused mortal troops' skin to break out in massive and agonising blisters despite wearing protective gear, their eyes became unbearably sore and wept blood & pus, breathing became agonising as they began vomiting and retching up blood and mucus from their ruined lungs, causing many to choke on their own fluids. Next a vast horde of bloated, diseased creatures resembling the extinct Terran Rattan Norvegicus, described by one Rix Terghas of the Crimson Lions as "a mouldering tide of rotten fur and gnawing teeth" emerged en masse from the fissures and swarmed the Loyalist lines, viciously attacking anyone they encountered and eating alive many mortal troops incapacitated by the unnatural gas that preceded them. As the Traitors rapidly closed the gap between themselves and the now-beleaguered Loyalist line a bizzare rolling tide of mud and rubble began to move forwards with them as if some horrendous worm were burrowing through the dirt, growing in size and speed as it came closer. Finally, as the phenomena struck the Loyalist line the fortifications there were blasted apart in a maelstrom of plasteel, ceramite and rockcrete, with a deep keening wail the -ERROR- emerged from the tainted earth.

 

The -ERROR- manifested as towering, emaciated, almost skeletal figure clad in the tattered, mud and gore-stained remains of an ancient Terran military uniform, a titanic and ragged greatcoat draped over it's corpse shoulders like a death shroud and fastened to it's body by thick, rusted lengths of barbed wire that pierced through and wove around the daemon's body and limbs. It's uniform was torn open at the chest to reveal an spread rib cage overflowing with rotting, writhing undead forms of ancient Terran soldiers, screaming for aid, begging to be killed or just wailing in utter despair. Their bodies and limbs were physically bonded into the monster's desiccated flesh and restrained by chains of more barbed wire and they were further compressed into that horrid cage by thick layers of mud and yet more ravenous daemon-rats that eagerly gnawed at their flesh. The beast's head was covered by a battered and rust-tarnished helm, it's face hidden behind a primitive rebreather mask, one eye lens was broken, revealing a sunken, milky orb that lacked a pupil, the rebreather grille venting the same green-gray fumes from before with every wheezing, excruciating breath that passed it's lipless maw. On it's right hand it wore great, jagged bayonet blades that looked to have been hammered into it's fingers with iron nails in a vile parody of Lightning Claws, while in it's left hand it carried a worn and gnarled rifle that sported an immense, filthy scythe blade in place of a bayonet, creating an impromptu version of the mythological Reaper's weapon. From the -ERROR-'s back great gnarled bone-like growths resembling the twisted, leafless branches of dead trees sprouted amid embedded knives, swords and bayonet blades, from these branches hung mouldering rope nooses, each of which bore another undead soldier hanging by the neck. These pitiable souls lacked a lower half, their bodies appearing as if torn in half at the stomach, entrails flapping the foetid winds as they continued to brandish their old bolt-action rifles and pistols, taking shots at any Loyalists their clouded gaze could find. The daemon's lower body was hidden beneath the rolling carpet of mud, corpses and rats even as it advanced into the Loyalist emplacements, raking through Astartes and mortals alike with it's claw and scythe or tearing corpses from it's chest cavity to throw like grenades, whereupon they exploded in blasts of corrosive gases and rabid vermin.

 

No weapons brought to bear by the Loyalist defenders against the -ERROR- seemed to meaningfully harm the daemon, it's putrid form re-growing damaged flesh as it absorbed more corpses from the slaughter, the only exception to this being incendiary weapons. Once this weakness was realised the remaining Imperials swiftly brought their combined arsenal of Flamers and similar weapons to bear against the beast, led by the Fire Keepers' Reclusiarch Barak Shemon and a detachment of Maveshalak specialists the Loyalists manage to slay the daemon, consuming both it and it's supply of fresh corpses in a great conflagration. Ultimately however this victory would not be enough to carry the day with the Loyalist defence in disarray, fortifications devastated and their forces having been badly mauled by the -ERROR-, with the XIII^th and VIII^th Legion forces already upon the weary defenders the decision was made to sacrifice the ruined defence line and execute a fighting withdrawal, but not before Reclusiarch Shemon ordered the Fire Keepers' techmarines to send the bastion's plasma reactor into meltdown to deny the traitors' their prize. Shemon would then lead a small volunteer detachment  to hold the bastion as long as possible against the enemy while the remaining Loyalist fell back to the secondary defence line 1.8 miles east. Within the hour Shemon, his detachment, the bastion and an estimated 35-50% of the Insurrectionist force were nought but a steaming crater.

 

 

The -ERROR- has been sighted a great many times in the millennia since the end of the Insurrection, seemingly preferring to take part in conflicts that promise long, grinding wars of attrition, akin to the one from whence it was born. All sightings are to be reported to the +ERROR: CLASSIFIED+ immediately, eyewitnesses should be detained for interrogation, then sentenced to either Mindwipe procedures or be given the Emperor's Peace.

You're a mad man.

 

I love you.

[Raktra]

Please work in the wonderful monologue from A Machine For Pigs.

[Sigismund229]

 

Been thinking a bit about that idea we had for a daemon/daemons born from the nightmare of the First World War aaaaalllllll the way back on Page 42 of this thread and have been brainstorming about it while on the commute home from work (had plenty of time to think, my bus was late and pulled up to the train station just in time to see my train home pull off :angry: ) and wanted to continue fleshing out this ungodly abomination before the good ideas trickle out of my brain and away down the drain of forgetfulness. Also, I deliberately left it's name blanked out as I couldn't decide on one, although I strongly considered either "the Unknown Soldier" or simply "Somme", lemme know your thoughts brothers. ^_^

 

 

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It has had many names.

 

 

 

The Trenchborn, the Crawling Death, the Thin Man, the Marching Grave, Death-Rattle, the Burning Fog and the Corpse Eater, all of these titles fail utterly to capture the grotesque nature of this nightmare of Man. One of two vast and terrible entities born of the First Pan-Terran War, the daemon often referred to as -ERROR: SEGMENT REDACTED BY ORDER OF THE INQUISITION- was first encountered by elements of the Crimson Lions and Fire Keepers Legions alongside multiple Solar Auxilia and Imperial Army regiments at the Siege of Terra in 053.M31 during their defence of the Northern Franc defensive lines against a mixed force from Eagle Warriors and Godslayers Traitor Legions. Throughout the course of the battle the Traitor force seemed to oddly concentrate on slaughtering the mortal Loyalist forces rather then their III^rd and X^th Legion cousins, employing the Godslayers' artillery divisions to unleash harrowing chemical bombardments upon the mortal defenders to horrifying effect and killing thousands. Imperial reconnaissance elements also reported repeated sightings of XIII^th Legion Sorcerers performing blasphemous rituals during said bombardments, mystifying the Loyalist commanders until during the final Traitor assault when the heretical ritual reached it's awful zenith.

 

Recorded reports and eyewitness testimonies from surviving Astartes indicate that unlike previous engagements as the traitors neared the Loyalist lines the earth began to shake and split open, spilling forth a hideous green-gray Fog that caused mortal troops' skin to break out in massive and agonising blisters despite wearing protective gear, their eyes became unbearably sore and wept blood & pus, breathing became agonising as they began vomiting and retching up blood and mucus from their ruined lungs, causing many to choke on their own fluids. Next a vast horde of bloated, diseased creatures resembling the extinct Terran Rattan Norvegicus, described by one Rix Terghas of the Crimson Lions as "a mouldering tide of rotten fur and gnawing teeth" emerged en masse from the fissures and swarmed the Loyalist lines, viciously attacking anyone they encountered and eating alive many mortal troops incapacitated by the unnatural gas that preceded them. As the Traitors rapidly closed the gap between themselves and the now-beleaguered Loyalist line a bizzare rolling tide of mud and rubble began to move forwards with them as if some horrendous worm were burrowing through the dirt, growing in size and speed as it came closer. Finally, as the phenomena struck the Loyalist line the fortifications there were blasted apart in a maelstrom of plasteel, ceramite and rockcrete, with a deep keening wail the -ERROR- emerged from the tainted earth.

 

The -ERROR- manifested as towering, emaciated, almost skeletal figure clad in the tattered, mud and gore-stained remains of an ancient Terran military uniform, a titanic and ragged greatcoat draped over it's corpse shoulders like a death shroud and fastened to it's body by thick, rusted lengths of barbed wire that pierced through and wove around the daemon's body and limbs. It's uniform was torn open at the chest to reveal an spread rib cage overflowing with rotting, writhing undead forms of ancient Terran soldiers, screaming for aid, begging to be killed or just wailing in utter despair. Their bodies and limbs were physically bonded into the monster's desiccated flesh and restrained by chains of more barbed wire and they were further compressed into that horrid cage by thick layers of mud and yet more ravenous daemon-rats that eagerly gnawed at their flesh. The beast's head was covered by a battered and rust-tarnished helm, it's face hidden behind a primitive rebreather mask, one eye lens was broken, revealing a sunken, milky orb that lacked a pupil, the rebreather grille venting the same green-gray fumes from before with every wheezing, excruciating breath that passed it's lipless maw. On it's right hand it wore great, jagged bayonet blades that looked to have been hammered into it's fingers with iron nails in a vile parody of Lightning Claws, while in it's left hand it carried a worn and gnarled rifle that sported an immense, filthy scythe blade in place of a bayonet, creating an impromptu version of the mythological Reaper's weapon. From the -ERROR-'s back great gnarled bone-like growths resembling the twisted, leafless branches of dead trees sprouted amid embedded knives, swords and bayonet blades, from these branches hung mouldering rope nooses, each of which bore another undead soldier hanging by the neck. These pitiable souls lacked a lower half, their bodies appearing as if torn in half at the stomach, entrails flapping the foetid winds as they continued to brandish their old bolt-action rifles and pistols, taking shots at any Loyalists their clouded gaze could find. The daemon's lower body was hidden beneath the rolling carpet of mud, corpses and rats even as it advanced into the Loyalist emplacements, raking through Astartes and mortals alike with it's claw and scythe or tearing corpses from it's chest cavity to throw like grenades, whereupon they exploded in blasts of corrosive gases and rabid vermin.

 

No weapons brought to bear by the Loyalist defenders against the -ERROR- seemed to meaningfully harm the daemon, it's putrid form re-growing damaged flesh as it absorbed more corpses from the slaughter, the only exception to this being incendiary weapons. Once this weakness was realised the remaining Imperials swiftly brought their combined arsenal of Flamers and similar weapons to bear against the beast, led by the Fire Keepers' Reclusiarch Barak Shemon and a detachment of Maveshalak specialists the Loyalists manage to slay the daemon, consuming both it and it's supply of fresh corpses in a great conflagration. Ultimately however this victory would not be enough to carry the day with the Loyalist defence in disarray, fortifications devastated and their forces having been badly mauled by the -ERROR-, with the XIII^th and VIII^th Legion forces already upon the weary defenders the decision was made to sacrifice the ruined defence line and execute a fighting withdrawal, but not before Reclusiarch Shemon ordered the Fire Keepers' techmarines to send the bastion's plasma reactor into meltdown to deny the traitors' their prize. Shemon would then lead a small volunteer detachment to hold the bastion as long as possible against the enemy while the remaining Loyalist fell back to the secondary defence line 1.8 miles east. Within the hour Shemon, his detachment, the bastion and an estimated 35-50% of the Insurrectionist force were nought but a steaming crater.

 

 

The -ERROR- has been sighted a great many times in the millennia since the end of the Insurrection, seemingly preferring to take part in conflicts that promise long, grinding wars of attrition, akin to the one from whence it was born. All sightings are to be reported to the +ERROR: CLASSIFIED+ immediately, eyewitnesses should be detained for interrogation, then sentenced to either Mindwipe procedures or be given the Emperor's Peace.

You're a mad man.

 

I love you.

I can't help but second this remark

[simison]

Hideous.

[MikhalLeNoir]

Wonderfully cruel.

[Kelborn]

Been thinking a bit about that idea we had for a daemon/daemons born from the nightmare of the First World War aaaaalllllll the way back on Page 42 of this thread and have been brainstorming about it while on the commute home from work (had plenty of time to think, my bus was late and pulled up to the train station just in time to see my train home pull off  ) and wanted to continue fleshing out this ungodly abomination before the good ideas trickle out of my brain and away down the drain of forgetfulness. Also, I deliberately left it's name blanked out as I couldn't decide on one, although I strongly considered either "the Unknown Soldier" or simply "Somme", lemme know your thoughts brothers. 

 

 

-----

 

 

It has had many names.

 

 

 

The Trenchborn, the Crawling Death, the Thin Man, the Marching Grave, Death-Rattle, the Burning Fog and the Corpse Eater, all of these titles fail utterly to capture the grotesque nature of this nightmare of Man. One of two vast and terrible entities born of the First Pan-Terran War, the daemon often referred to as -ERROR: SEGMENT REDACTED BY ORDER OF THE INQUISITION- was first encountered by elements of the Crimson Lions and Fire Keepers Legions alongside multiple Solar Auxilia and Imperial Army regiments at the Siege of Terra in 053.M31 during their defence of the Northern Franc defensive lines against a mixed force from Eagle Warriors and Godslayers Traitor Legions. Throughout the course of the battle the Traitor force seemed to oddly concentrate on slaughtering the mortal Loyalist forces rather then their III^rd and X^th Legion cousins, employing the Godslayers' artillery divisions to unleash harrowing chemical bombardments upon the mortal defenders to horrifying effect and killing thousands. Imperial reconnaissance elements also reported repeated sightings of XIII^th Legion Sorcerers performing blasphemous rituals during said bombardments, mystifying the Loyalist commanders until during the final Traitor assault when the heretical ritual reached it's awful zenith.

 

Recorded reports and eyewitness testimonies from surviving Astartes indicate that unlike previous engagements as the traitors neared the Loyalist lines the earth began to shake and split open, spilling forth a hideous green-gray Fog that caused mortal troops' skin to break out in massive and agonising blisters despite wearing protective gear, their eyes became unbearably sore and wept blood & pus, breathing became agonising as they began vomiting and retching up blood and mucus from their ruined lungs, causing many to choke on their own fluids. Next a vast horde of bloated, diseased creatures resembling the extinct Terran Rattan Norvegicus, described by one Rix Terghas of the Crimson Lions as "a mouldering tide of rotten fur and gnawing teeth" emerged en masse from the fissures and swarmed the Loyalist lines, viciously attacking anyone they encountered and eating alive many mortal troops incapacitated by the unnatural gas that preceded them. As the Traitors rapidly closed the gap between themselves and the now-beleaguered Loyalist line a bizzare rolling tide of mud and rubble began to move forwards with them as if some horrendous worm were burrowing through the dirt, growing in size and speed as it came closer. Finally, as the phenomena struck the Loyalist line the fortifications there were blasted apart in a maelstrom of plasteel, ceramite and rockcrete, with a deep keening wail the -ERROR- emerged from the tainted earth.

 

The -ERROR- manifested as towering, emaciated, almost skeletal figure clad in the tattered, mud and gore-stained remains of an ancient Terran military uniform, a titanic and ragged greatcoat draped over it's corpse shoulders like a death shroud and fastened to it's body by thick, rusted lengths of barbed wire that pierced through and wove around the daemon's body and limbs. It's uniform was torn open at the chest to reveal an spread rib cage overflowing with rotting, writhing undead forms of ancient Terran soldiers, screaming for aid, begging to be killed or just wailing in utter despair. Their bodies and limbs were physically bonded into the monster's desiccated flesh and restrained by chains of more barbed wire and they were further compressed into that horrid cage by thick layers of mud and yet more ravenous daemon-rats that eagerly gnawed at their flesh. The beast's head was covered by a battered and rust-tarnished helm, it's face hidden behind a primitive rebreather mask, one eye lens was broken, revealing a sunken, milky orb that lacked a pupil, the rebreather grille venting the same green-gray fumes from before with every wheezing, excruciating breath that passed it's lipless maw. On it's right hand it wore great, jagged bayonet blades that looked to have been hammered into it's fingers with iron nails in a vile parody of Lightning Claws, while in it's left hand it carried a worn and gnarled rifle that sported an immense, filthy scythe blade in place of a bayonet, creating an impromptu version of the mythological Reaper's weapon. From the -ERROR-'s back great gnarled bone-like growths resembling the twisted, leafless branches of dead trees sprouted amid embedded knives, swords and bayonet blades, from these branches hung mouldering rope nooses, each of which bore another undead soldier hanging by the neck. These pitiable souls lacked a lower half, their bodies appearing as if torn in half at the stomach, entrails flapping the foetid winds as they continued to brandish their old bolt-action rifles and pistols, taking shots at any Loyalists their clouded gaze could find. The daemon's lower body was hidden beneath the rolling carpet of mud, corpses and rats even as it advanced into the Loyalist emplacements, raking through Astartes and mortals alike with it's claw and scythe or tearing corpses from it's chest cavity to throw like grenades, whereupon they exploded in blasts of corrosive gases and rabid vermin.

 

No weapons brought to bear by the Loyalist defenders against the -ERROR- seemed to meaningfully harm the daemon, it's putrid form re-growing damaged flesh as it absorbed more corpses from the slaughter, the only exception to this being incendiary weapons. Once this weakness was realised the remaining Imperials swiftly brought their combined arsenal of Flamers and similar weapons to bear against the beast, led by the Fire Keepers' Reclusiarch Barak Shemon and a detachment of Maveshalak specialists the Loyalists manage to slay the daemon, consuming both it and it's supply of fresh corpses in a great conflagration. Ultimately however this victory would not be enough to carry the day with the Loyalist defence in disarray, fortifications devastated and their forces having been badly mauled by the -ERROR-, with the XIII^th and VIII^th Legion forces already upon the weary defenders the decision was made to sacrifice the ruined defence line and execute a fighting withdrawal, but not before Reclusiarch Shemon ordered the Fire Keepers' techmarines to send the bastion's plasma reactor into meltdown to deny the traitors' their prize. Shemon would then lead a small volunteer detachment  to hold the bastion as long as possible against the enemy while the remaining Loyalist fell back to the secondary defence line 1.8 miles east. Within the hour Shemon, his detachment, the bastion and an estimated 35-50% of the Insurrectionist force were nought but a steaming crater.

 

 

The -ERROR- has been sighted a great many times in the millennia since the end of the Insurrection, seemingly preferring to take part in conflicts that promise long, grinding wars of attrition, akin to the one from whence it was born. All sightings are to be reported to the +ERROR: CLASSIFIED+ immediately, eyewitnesses should be detained for interrogation, then sentenced to either Mindwipe procedures or be given the Emperor's Peace.

 

http://i.imgur.com/c1tEuN7.gif

 

I can't find enought words to say how much I love this! This is by far the best description of a daemon I've read in a very long time! Compared to this, GWs demons look like cartoonish monsters.

You just nailed it. Perfectly described and imho this is how a demon (for example of Nurgle) should be like. I pull my hat, sir!

[bluntblade]

I wrote Niklaas encountering a WW1 Bloodthirster. Let me go digging and I'll try to find it.

[Grifftofer]

Griff? We do have a galaxy map with Mardum included, right? Could you send me the latest version for our "Here to start" thread?

 

Yeah. I've been meaning to play about with it for a while. Finally found the time and motivation to do so today. It looks very similar, but I've added the big warp storms to it as well as making the galaxy a better size for the locations to make sense. I also used the HH map from the FW books as a guide layer, so all the 'vanilla' locations should be in the right place. If any of the added locations don't look right I'll move them, but I did my best to put them in the right places. I've also left the Segmentums as they are in the original universe until we decide where they are and what they'll be called.

 

Spoilered because image is kinda large

[Sigismund229]

All good from my end, Mycenae's right where to should be

[Talonair]

Oh damn I hadn't quite realised where Nox sits relative to Madrigal. That puts Nox in a really interesting place with regards to the Eastern Fringe and being sat right between the Maelstrom and the Hungering Gyre

[TheBlindPrimarch]

Vasalius is right where it's supposed to be

[Nomus Sardauk]

Ah yes, that's much better, now I can finally get to properly working out Saepio's location... *hurries off to plot*

[Chief Captain Redd]

Huron is a little bit off it should be just outside of the Ultima sector, so basically you could draw a straight line betwixt it, Fenris, & Terra more or less.

[Kelborn]

Mardum's looking good as always. ;)

Thanks, Griff.

[bluntblade]

Kel, where do we want Yamatar to be on the Map? Just east /west of Iona?

 

Dug up the WW1 daemon extract:

 

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Nothing living thing had ever towered over the Primarch before in quite this way. He had faced any number of creatures larger than him, certainly, but this had presence, an aura of power and malice beyond anything he had seen. Unusual among the servants of the Skull Throne, it lacked many of the classically daemonic aspects that marked its brethren. Yet the brands of allegiance were there, and there was no mistaking the aura of violence that poured off it. It was an entity born from a singular conflict, and thus uniquely monstrous.

 

It was… familiar. Aspects of it, rather, recalling his studies of the First Pan-Terran War. Its flesh was earthen grey-brown where it was not blood-red, thickets of metal spikes protruding from it. Acrid smoke, with the hint of phosphor and chlorine, trailed in ropes from a mouth like an archaic filter-mask. The left hand was encased in barbed wire that trailed in whips. In the right was an axe that didn't seem to have begun life as an axe, but a shovel, its edges honed to a sharpness impossible for any ordinary weapon. This was a beast born of the rage and anguish when humanity first glimpsed the destruction that industry could lend warfare, when the veil of civilisation was torn away.

 

“Son of Anathema!” Its very voice was a thing of violence, a collection of the noises that had assailed the soldiers of the Second Millenium, thundering artillery, screeching shells. The cries of millions, plunged into butchery unprecedented on Terra, echoed its words. It came close, and it dragged in breath and expelled it with the sound of boots in sucking, blood-sodden mud.

Edited September 10, 2017 by bluntblade

[Kelborn]

Not even close, I fear. ^^"

 

Originally, Yamatar was situated within the Dominion of Storms (Segmentum Ultima), which by the way would need to be remained as we already got the Dominion of Mycanae. If I remember correctly, we agreed that the Dominion of Storms becomes the Domain of Storms.

 

Within the Domain of Storms (which is large enough to house several homeworlds like Kaijo (House Toho), Tanya'ba (Legio Gojira) and several others) Yamatar was founded after our Scouring. Its founding members consisted of Toho, Gojira and the Imperial Sons, which are a successor of the Scions, consisting of the former 8th brotherhood.

 

After consulting my Dominion maps, Yamatar would be our equivalent to my canon Waniku sector. Which means, Yamatar lies eastern from Anvillus. In between the "T" and "of" from The Dominion of Storms.

 

That being said, I'd have to reconsider the position of Aukkaja, the future homeworld of the loyal Predators. In canon, it is part of the Waniku sector. In our universe, I'd avoid to give this region two SM homeworlds. Maybe, I'll give the Storm Blades another homeworld or place Aukkaja differently in order to keep their Hawaiian theme.

 

Hope that helps. :)

[bluntblade]

So will that mean Yamatar being overrun? They and Anvilus, fighti together, could potentially hold throughout the Insurrction.

[Kelborn]

Maybe.

 

Out of gratitude did Toho join the 8th brotherhood and supported them throughout the GC and the later Insurrection. Gojira was founded after the discovery of Kaijo. Gojira would most likely be attached to the Scions as well, though not having that much of Titans at that point.

 

What they did during the Insurrection is not set in stone.

 

And I would recommend to avoid the name of Yamatar. During the Insurrection, the worlds are mostly separated and not unified. The return of the 8th brotherhood and its allies led to the founding of it during the Scouring.

 

So we're speaking of Kaijo, the forgeworld of Tanya'ba and some other worlds (if you need their names, just let me know. This area of the Dominion of Storms is already fleshed out.)

 

*edit*

Typos.

Edited September 10, 2017 by Kelborn

[bluntblade]

Oh damn. I'd had the image of a few systems forced to work together in the face of the Ke'mano.

 

I reckon at least that Gojira should exist as an Explorator-founded Legion, to explain their weirdness.

[Kelborn]

You're not wrong at all.

 

At first, Toho fought against the Ke'mano on their own. When the Nagazh started to tame those, things turned into a mess. Thanks to the 8th brotherhood, Toho survived.

 

I got the following in canon:

 

On an annually base do Toho and Gojira celebrate their induction into the Imperium by calling out a great hunt. They are accompanied by the Storm Riders, always looking for the greatest and most lethal beast to hunt down.

 

This can be easily transferred to the BotL.

 

Gojira being an Explorater-founded Legion does sound good to me. Let us do this. Could be separated like Toho and rediscovered by the 8th prior to the first contact with Kaijo.

 

Keep in mind, the Ke'mano are only on Kaijo. A bunch of giant Kaiju beasts, originating from Kaijo's deep seas. So no system wide threat here. :)

[bluntblade]

I was working on the basis you'd need something more than a sea to threaten a Forge World as well. Please could we make it system-wide? I dig the idea that they were Dark Age bio-weapons gone horribly wrong.