If they're not plot-useful or entertaining, scrap em.
Takeshi, did you see my request?
I did indeed provide specifics, Takashi.
Keep in mind, however, that I could be wrong; it's been quite a while since that fight went down, so I may have forgotten a few things.
Sayonara, Monty Oum
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Show Zolomon fighting and the reveal of his augmetics? Yeah got that.
I see. Well, I suppose I'll work on that more when I get there.
At any rate, I recommend we start at the beginning. How do we start?
I suppose Gensokyo will have to appear in whatever the area was called, before being found by all the myriad factions.
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That's how it was. A planet was instantaneously written over.
Here, I'll post the prologue for you to give you an idea of where to start.
The man fell to the ground with a grunt. His captors loomed over him, tall, thin beings whose heads were hidden beneath conical helmets and whose bodies were draped in elaborate finery of a style he had never seen before. He stared at them in indignation and more than a little fear, brushing himself off as he rose to his feet.
“Please, I have to get back to my store. I’m already behind on my shipments for this week.”
Their leader—an imposing fellow clad in rune-covered robes reminiscent of a sorcerer’s, and whose helm was crafted in the visage of some great and terrible god—glared down at him from red eye slits. It spoke then, its voice hollow and ringing like struck metal, and the man could not help but supress a shudder at the sound.
“You have goods and services which I require.”
“But I’m just a shopkeeper; if you want to buy something, you’ll have to come by the store and—”
“I know what you are,” the leader snapped, and the man instantly fell silent. “And I know what it is you have done. Because of your actions, I no longer have time, so I will not bother to treat you with any false and undeserved respect, mon-keigh.”
The man wanted to protest, but found that he could not open his mouth; his mind was suddenly awash with colours and concepts that he had never experienced before, felt emotions of an intensity beyond anything humans could conceive, and he began to scream as smoke jutted from his ears. The sorcerer leaned forward and took the man gingerly by his chin, tilting his head up until he was staring directly into those crimson visors, and despite all his attempts to pull away or avert his gaze the man could not.
“Tell me…where is the Codex?”
Images flooded the man’s mind at this word, showing him the history, appearance and design of the Codex in question. His eyes widened in shock at how familiar the object was.
“It’s…it is with…”
The speaker leaned forward eagerly. “Yes?”
“With…her.”
Then the man threw back his head in a silent scream before dropping to the ground, seemingly dead; yet while the sound was not audible in the physical world, it resonated throughout the very fabric of the universe, a beacon of light in a sea of roiling change and maddening horrors, a guiding star in an ocean of Chaos. Its echoes rippled through this immaterial sea long after the cry had faded, spreading for countless light-years in every direction.
The sorcerer stared at the dead man, his intention inscrutable beneath his faceless helm. One of the others stepped forward, glancing first at the corpse, then at his leader. “Farseer, is this wise? Surely a beacon of such potency will not escape notice; every mon-keigh in this quadrant of the galaxy will be drawn to this world like wraith-moths to a flame.”
“A poor analogy, Arun’Shelwe. They shall come here, not to a flame, but to a warp-spider’s web, and while they busy themselves with slaughtering one another we shall conduct our activities unnoticed. Let this world fall to ruin; the Codex is all that matters.”
“But what of the Webway gate?” asked one dressed in finery that was slightly more practical than that of the Farseer. “Should the mon-keigh manage to access it, the results could be disastrous—not merely for the Eldar as a whole, but for the entire galaxy as well.”
The Farseer did not bother to look at the warlock as he replied. “Once the Codex is in our possession, we seal the gate. It is as simple as that; then nothing will stand in our way. Our empire will regain its former glory, and retrieving the Codex shall pave the road to our ascension, to reclaim our rightful place as masters of the galaxy.”
A faint pink glow suffused the Farseer’s visor for the briefest instant, and then it was gone. It had not gone unnoticed, however, and several of the warlocks frowned beneath their helms as they turned to confer among one another, careful to keep their minds clouded should the Farseer become suspicious and decide to pluck their thoughts from their skulls.
The side-effects did not immediately become apparent: a faint sense of unease, followed by a brief trembling, was all the inhabitants of this world felt as a result of the Farseer’s actions. Life continued as normal, the unexplained absence of a reclusive shopkeeper notwithstanding, and apart from the occasional wild claim of seeing tall, thin people in the forest, everything was good.
It was only when one got off-world, away from the peaceful forests and elegant mansions, that the full scope of what had occurred could be appreciated. If, for example, one were to set up a lawn chair on the barren, desolate surface of the third planet of eight orbiting a yellow star somewhere in the Ultima Segmentum and gaze into the sky, one would be treated to an excellent view of an empty star field, unobstructed by atmospheric gases and tainted only by the dim light of the distant sun. It would be, by all accounts, a very beautiful and sobering view, simultaneously impressing the observer with the majesty of creation and reminding them of their tiny, insignificant place within it.
It would also allow one a front-row seat for the spectacular event about to unfold. As the sun set on Sophocles Tertius, its dim and distant rays were suddenly eclipsed by a brilliant radiance erupting in the night sky at a relatively close distance to the planet below; had there been anything alive on the world at that time, they would have most likely been driven blind and mad as a result. The burst of light expanded rapidly, filling the horizon with a riot of colours that extended far into both ends of the visible spectrum and a deafening roar that could be heard, in complete defiance of the laws of physics, even in the vacuum of space.
Then the light rapidly began to diminish, and when it cleared altogether, the fist-sized disc of a planet that had not been there a moment ago loomed like a tangled green and blue knot in the canvas of the night sky.
While the fact that a planet had literally just popped into existence would seem miraculous, this event was made even more phenomenal in that, unlike every other world in the Sophocles system, this planet clearly had green swathes of vegetation and the sparkling blue of seas, and it was wreathed by the white whorls of clouds. It was evident that this world was not merely capable of supporting life, it was thriving with it, and its one satellite, which popped into existence a moment later, was similarly abundant with signs of the living.
Yes, what had taken place just now was a miracle, and had this miracle merely been confined to the physical world things might have continued peacefully, as they always had. Alas, that was not to be, for the planet’s sudden arrival created an imbalance in the metaphysical world: the abrupt appearance of an entire planet’s worth of living things was a great boulder cast into the Warp, sending vast and powerful ripples throughout the Immaterium which did not go unnoticed.
Pontius Lucius, Chief Navigator of the battlebarge Spear of Benediction had just sat down to have some caf before plotting the next leg of the 43rd Pacification Fleet’s journey to the Mechanicum world of Fortis Divinitas; the fleet had just come from a long crusade against a particularly well-equipped seceding governor, and while they had taken few casualties rest and resupply was in order. Lucius was grateful for the coming respite; the 43rd had been particularly busy of late, and even though he did not have to worry about the possible predation of daemons and other horrors of the Warp, he still needed time to give his third eye a rest every now and then. Besides, his brother was a tech-priest who lived and worked on Fortis Divinitas, and in a galaxy where one could be whisked away at a moment’s notice this was a rare opportunity for the siblings to reunite and trade thrilling tales of their pasts.
Then he saw the wave ploughing through the Immaterium towards the Spear of Benediction, a veritable tsunami coming at the 43rd Fleet faster than any of its component vessels could ever hope to evade.
The Chief Navigator leapt from his seat and bellowed, “Brace for impact!” just as the wave rolled over them.
The vessels of the 43rd Fleet were spared the brunt of the wave’s effects by dint of the fact that they were in realspace, but even so the results were devastating: instruments went haywire, gauges exploded, and several ships were sent tumbling end over end through the void as the Navigators and tech-priests struggled to placate the vessels’ machine spirits and bring them under control. Astropaths, Librarians and other Sanctioned Psykers all stopped what they were doing and brought hands to temples as they fought off the mother of all headaches; at least one succumbed to the horrors of the Warp, turning their ship into a daemon vessel in an instant before being shot out of the aether just as quickly.
Finally the Spear of Benediction righted itself, and Lucius climbed back into his chair with an agitated sigh before turning to face a haggard astropath. “Put me in contact with Chapter Master Zolomon; it appears that our journey to Fortis Divinitas shall have to wait…”
The 43rd Pacification Fleet was hardly the only group to notice this wave, however. Elsewhere in the Ultima Segmentum, a smaller fleet comprised of similar vessels felt the effects as the tsunami in the Warp passed over their black-and-red, spike encrusted vessels, and as the lead vessel righted itself, its lord and master, Maximus Gargoth, brought a massive, scaly fist down on the armrest of his command throne.
“What in the name of Khorne was that?” he demanded, his voice low and grating as he snarled through the numerous spiny and serrated teeth that filled his mouth to capacity and beyond.
“We cannot be sure, Lord Gargoth,” answered a man to the right of the throne. Dressed in hulking black armour with red trim and adorned with numerous golden sigils, it was clear that this man was a member of the Adeptus Astartes—and it was equally clear that his was a legion descended from those which that had betrayed the Emperor of Mankind during the Horus Heresy so long ago. “The astropath informs me that it was a psionic wave front of unimaginable scope and size; whatever caused it must be incredibly powerful, sir.”
The Daemon Prince leaned over to face the man, and even though the Traitor Marine stood eight feet tall without his power armour, he found that he was dwarfed by the scowling, red-skinned fiend that had once been a man. “Could it be used to secure the prominence of the Brotherhood of Darkness?”
“Possibly, sir; the sorcerers seem to think so, in any case. I would advise that we approach the source and hang back, try to study the wave’s originator from afar before we—”
“Caedus.”
Brother-Captain Lucitorn Caedus promptly stopped talking at the finality of his Prince’s tone.
“Your words sound far too much like those of a schemer for my tastes. When I think of schemers, I think of Tzeentch; when I think of the Changer of Ways, I think of sorcerers and backstabbing traitors; and when I think of sorcerers and traitors, I inevitably find myself reaching for Harbinger.”
The Daemon Prince laid a taloned hand on the hilt of the enormous chainsword strapped to his waist, clearly demonstrating that he was not joking. “We have no time to waste—if the wave was as potent as you say, others could already have felt it and trace it back to its source. I will not allow the Brotherhood of Darkness to wallow in ignominy simply because you wish to sit around like an old ninny and watch.”
The Daemon Prince then rose to his full height and spoke, his voice echoing across the cavernous command bridge and relayed to all the vessels in his fleet. “Now hear this, brothers! We are going to find that wave, and we are going to beat everyone else to its location. If there is fighting to be had, so much the better! We are the Brotherhood of Darkness, and we shall be forever remembered as the Scourge of the Ultima Segmentum after this day! Blood for the Blood God!”
“Skulls for the Skull Throne!” came the answering cheer.
And soon they were off, bound for the same coordinates as the 43rd expedition, and they were not alone. Further towards the edge of the galactic disk, hypersensitive monofilament spines twitched and quivered as they detected the sudden presence of a stellar object that wasn’t there before. The organisms to which these sensory fibres belonged chittered to themselves, then aligned their spines in the direction of the distant Sophocles system and exerted their formidable psionic might. A corridor of compressed space, a flagrant violation of the conservation of mass, formed between her star and the creatures, and organic vessels began to travel along its compressed length, their sole intention to find, dissolve and consume…
On the edge of the Sophocles system, a rather curious rogue asteroid drifted along aimlessly as the wave passed over it. If one had been standing on its surface during this moment, one would have sworn that one could hear what sounded like one hell of a party occurring within, and as the tsunami jostled the asteroid, a very loud and very angry “WAAAGH?!” would suddenly rumble across the freefloating planetoid. Then, one would look on in astonishment as sections of the space rock cracked open and broke away to reveal the thrust nozzles of chemical and ion engines—and, unfortunately enough, if one were to look down one would see the same thing happening beneath one’s feet.
One would have enough time to hear a muffled “Roight, ‘ere we go!” come from within and register an intense, reddish-orange light build up within the nozzle before a plume of superheated gas erupted from the engine to burn one to a crisp; thankfully, it would happen so quickly that one would not be conscious of it for the most part, and might even last long enough to note with a certain clinical detachment that the asteroid had now changed course in order to arc towards the strange new world that was sure to give those members of the Administratum responsible for maintaining the astrography of the Imperium of Man a splitting headache…
And finally, if one were still standing on the surface of Sophocles Tertius and observing the planetoid above, one would clack one’s metal teeth together in the approximation of a smile before turning and holding one’s staff aloft. One would then, in a voice as dry and old as time itself, rasp “awaken, my warriors. The living bear fruit, and the time has come to reap what we have sewn.”
One would then slam one’s staff into the ground, and all across the surface of Sophocles Tertius enormous geodesic shapes would form from green corpse-light; the lifeless ground would crack open, revealing skeletal hands of black metal as one’s brethren awakened from stasis tombs deep within the planet’s crust, their empty eye sockets glowing with that same lime flame and eager to harvest the living for one’s C’Tan masters…
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Sayonara, Monty Oum
Once again, I must commend you on this solid prologue Frogman.
But I was thinking more of "What happens when they actually touch down on the planet?"
Good question; unfortunately, I simply do not know.
The Danse Macabre Codex
Perhaps some of the first posts may qualify...
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Not Literally Me
I could try re-writing it into something legible for you.
Okay, so:
Steel Judicators and Imperial Guard drop onto the planet, led by Zolomon and Graille. Unbeknownst to them, the Chaos make landfall nearby, and the first battle is between the Imperials and the Brotherhood Of Darkness.
The Baneblade makes a brief appearance, as does the Chaos Banelord Titan (which is then banished in a slightly less OP fashion by the intervention of Gensokyoans). After that, Generic Youkai Rabbit #231 appears and informs Eientei as to the sudden appearance of the newcomers.
From this point on, rejoin the regular thread.
edited 19th Feb '11 5:59:15 AM by MadeOfAxes
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.
The youkai can start attacking the Imperials at that point.
I only take issue with Zee's torture being vagued, I think it's important to establish Isaac's personality.
Also, the Black Templars' Hold the Line moment could stand to be developped more.
edited 19th Feb '11 11:41:43 AM by Chabal2
Not Literally Me
^ You would think that, wouldn't you?
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.
Lord of Shadows
The Chaos collection thing did have an impact, its just that everyone ended up wearing breathing protectors immediately lessening it.
Also, it was mentioned in the background writing material for the sequel for the Super Venomthropes that started showing up.
To be seen, stand up To be heard, speak up To be appreciated, shut up
What, a character with legitimate reason to be hated other than "we've hated them for the past millenia, why stop now?"?
Sayonara, Monty Oum
Which "them" are they?
Chaos in general.
Sayonara, Monty Oum
Steel Judicators and Imperial Guard drop onto the planet, led by Zolomon and Graille. Unbeknownst to them, the Chaos make landfall nearby, and the first battle is between the Imperials and the Brotherhood Of Darkness.
The Baneblade makes a brief appearance, as does the Chaos Banelord Titan (which is then banished in a slightly less OP fashion by the intervention of Gensokyoans). After that, Generic Youkai Rabbit #231 appears and informs Eientei as to the sudden appearance of the newcomers.
From this point on, rejoin the regular thread.
Just to be clear: The baneblade is the one that becomes the Dakkawagon, right?
And how exactly did they beat the Banelord?
And where does Arcturus come in?
In the original game? Pre-Oni Lord!Flandre snapped her fingers and the Banelord went POOF! Very unsatisfying.
The Danse Macabre Codex
Sayonara, Monty Oum
....Last time I checked, Flandre's powers were destruction not teleportation
HOW THE FUCK DOES THAT WORK?
Actually nevermind, what would be a good way to get rid of it this time?
Kyun~
Can't you use that, though? She has that kind of power (Destruction, that is, not Teleportation). It'll be a wonderful show of the Gensokyoans' strength.
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Lord of Shadows
Speaking of which, could we not have all those Carnifex as Cannon Fodder? They're basically the Tyranids version of the Imperium tanks.
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Not Literally Me
The Gensokyoans can destroy it, but not like that. It's a really stupid idea, from the narrative side, and it's a massive Plot Hole Wall Banger if we take it as canon (ie. Why doesn't Flandre just do that with everything?).
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.
Lord of Shadows
Do you know how many Warhammer 40K characters could just have mind raped her if she did so?
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Yes, but that does not necessarily have to end in head-splosions. The head-splosions only practical purpose was to introduce Skulltaker, who should best be omitted altogether as he never did anything.
Also, what shall we do with Strigon's characters?
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.