Nobledark 40k

Cocky Cockneys edition.

Since last thread OP seemed to be pulling in every direction at once, event/time period themed threads are now an (experimental) thing. Unless everyone throws a fit and insists on going back to the previous free-for-all.

FOCUS:War of the Beast. We already have a sizable chunk of the Battle of Terra, but what about the battles leading up to it; what about the steady retreat of the Primarchs and their Legions, or about initial contact with the Orks? Previous in-demand shit (Croneldar Big Bads, in particular) still welcome.

Also I swear I'm going to be productive soon. Fresh dank OC for this thread is in the pipeline.

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Armageddon Should hold a significance to the Orks or their Croneworlder masters, hence why there have been 8 great wars to take the place independent of the Black Crusades.

Maybe the First Deamon Prince of Slaanesh, the equivalent in their culture of Eldrad, died there during the fledgling days of the Human/Eldar alliance.

1d4chan link for those who need it:

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Idea I had bouncing around: for the two lost legions, what do people think about having them be completely wiped out during the War of the Beast to emphasize how brutal the war was?

>rurkblurghmcflurghtired

>I should write something good. Well, I can give a useless bump with shitty content.

The Officio Assassinorum was one of the oldest arms of the Imperial Government, derived from the days when the Emperor was the Warlord, uniting Terra and ending the barbarity and cruelty that reigned rampant over the land. Perhaps it is fitting that, as the Warlord turned from the Steward, and then into the Emperor, that those ancient assassin orders were tamed, and reformed into the Officio Tacitum.

The Rebuke at Mount Vengeance is the common story of the Officio Assassinorum's founding. In those days, the Emperor was still the Warlord, and was mired in battles amidst the Salt Spires against a confederation of temples- little is known about them as the archives regarding their history was lost during the anarchy of the War of the Beast (Some wonder if this was Vangorich's objective all along), they were reportedly loathsome foes. Led by their squabbling Temple Masters, mercenary and heartless they took contract against the Warlord. Elusive, technologically advanced, cowardly, and fond of attacking the most vulnerable parts of the Warlord's army and civilian populace, seeking to lure the Warlord into a trap. But the temples would find the Warlord far more durable than any other target they had chosen.

Incensed at the atrocities inflicted upon the people under his protection, the Warlord made war on the Salt Spires. Though the temples had gone into hiding, the Warlord was not after them, but instead their water. The assassins were unable to stand against the Warlord and his forces in a direct fight, and were unable to outlast and hide deprived of life giving water. So, they came before the Warlord to seek treaty.

The Temple Masters met at Mount Vengeance to pledge allegiance to the Warlord. And at Mount Vengeance they received his full scorn. The Warlord was not content with a mere offer of fealty. For all that those Grandmasters had done to his people, for the lives they had taken, the Warlord would be content with nothing less than their absolute obliteration. Total surrender, or total annihilation. That was their only choice.

It is said some of the Temple Masters unwisely struck then. They died. Some fled. They died later. But around the base of the mountains, there were some that stayed still, bowing in total obeisance to the Warlord, recognizing the inevitable.

Of those, some that were judged as having committed crimes beyond forgiveness were slain. Others were stripped of rank, and banished into the salt wastes. One was judged pure, and allowed to keep office and title. All of those that surrendered though, were allowed to know their temples would survive, joining the Imperium under the careful eye of Malcador.

Thus was formed the Officio Assassinorum. Malcador was pleased with the Warlord's mercy- in spite of the Warlord's fury, he recognized talent. Properly stewarded and tamed, the assassins could serve well. And the exotic technologies they guarded could be incorporated into his own body of knowledge. A few thousand years later though, the assassins gave cause for the Steward to regret his mercy.

In 546.M32, the Grandmaster of the Officio Assassinorum attempted to assassinate the High Lords of Terra. Though the events are shrouded in mystery, concealing motive, means, and in a few cases even identity, the event destabilized an already battered Imperium. Called 'the Beheading,' the violence and death was restricted to the halls of the Imperial Palace, and thus prevents an accurate retelling. All that is known is that the Inquisitorial Representative, the Master of the Astronomicon, the Paternal Envoy of the Navigators, and the Fabricator-General of the Adeptus Mechanicus were killed before the Steward was able to stop Grandmaster Vangorich's terror.

Naturally, the question comes to mind as to how Vangorich was able to get as far as he did- speculation comes that he bent the considerable resources of the Officio Assassinorum to the task of making his fellow High Lords deaths look like accidents. That perhaps, with the events taking place so close to the War of the Beast, that Vangorich took advantage of the chaos of that dark time. Or maybe it was a blitz, an attempted seizure of government that surprised the Imperium.

All sources agree though, that once revealed, Vangorich unleashed the assassins on the whole of the palace, bathing its halls in blood. And that the Steward personally put a stop to Vangorich's killing spree. Permanently. Though some historians wax poetically about an agonizing death or Vangorich being imprisoned in an eternal torture, or whisked away to another time and place to earn redemption, the most reliable statement sourced from the Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes states simply that the Steward broke Vangorich's neck after an ill judged attempt by the Grandmaster to slay the Steward with a vortex grenade.

The Beheading had been undertaken by Vangorich, but the Steward noted with no small distaste that Vangorich's orders had not been questioned or doubted by any of the assassins under his command. Without Malcador to keep an eye on the Officio Assassinorum, it seemed the assassins were falling back on their bad habits. Despite being busy with rebuilding the Imperium, the Steward set aside a day to scour the (Much reduced) assassin ranks- those that were found wanting of moral character were either incinerated or pressed into a penal legion, depending on if they had acted or not. One assassin that the Steward found was of solid loyalty and properly impressed by the psionic bonfire was declared new Grandmaster and told to sort things out, and that if the Steward had to come back that that would mean the end for the Officio Assassinorum.

Four thousand years later, the Steward had to come back.

Admittedly, the Grandmaster that the Steward put in place had served honorably, loyally, and carefully. Within the temples, long overdue reforms were undertaken, training formalized, and generations of assassins raised to revere the imperium as a whole more than their temple. The Grandmaster, when she felt her time came, passed on to one she felt she could trust, and he continued her work, focusing on material provisions and improving assassin survival rates. When he was lost in a warpstorm, his successor was well chosen, and arranged a more formalized chain of command for the assassins, and so on, and so forth, until the reign of Goge Vandire.

Trusted by the Steward to take the throne, Emperor Goge Vandire was, on the surface, the ideal servant of the Imperium. Clever, humble, decisive, intelligent, and intimately familiar with all parts of the imperial government, save the assassins. Naturally, he was curious. He had an amicable meeting with the Grandmaster, who reaffirmed the Officio Assassinorum's loyalty to the Steward.

"And to the Emperor?"
"As far as the Steward trusts, the Emperor, yes."

Emperor Goge Vandire laughed off that. And the Grandmaster offered a thin smile back. And that was the end of that, the Grandmaster had thought. Emperor Vandire thought the same, but a small part of him remembered that meeting, and saw echoes of it everywhere. All people trusted him because the Steward trusted him. After years of selfless service, after all of his work, after he had been crowned Emperor, and still, still, still, the Steward was not far from people's thoughts or lips. Still, the Steward overshadowed Emperor Vandire, and his every act was judged against a living god. Over the years of Emperor Vandire's reign, and over the course of too many treatments of juvenat and too many hard decisions and imagined slights, it rolled in Emperor Vandire's mind, and what started as a mild irritation became full blown paranoia and suppressed rage.

Vandire was talented enough to find an assassin frustrated at her place in the temples, a callidus by the name of Tziz Jarek. Vandire had by this time assumed de facto control of most of the Imperium, and taking the Officio Assassinorum would be the coup de grâce, assuring his complete and total control of the Imperium.

Tziz Jarek just wanted the promotion, and made sure to step back out of Vandire's foam and spittle range when he started ranting.

The assassination, though textbook perfect, ended up claiming the Grandmaster's body double. Tziz Jarek, unaware of this, used polymorphine to disguise herself as the Grandmaster of the Assassins, and the Assassinorum was Vandire's. The assassins helped prosecute Emperor Vandire's reign of terror at the command of their puppeted Grandmaster, silencing political and military opponents with merciless efficiency. The true Grandmaster meanwhile went in to hiding, gathering loyal assassins from Terra and beyond, recovering and arming from hidden assassin caches that Tziz Jarek could not know of.

When the reign of Emperor Vandire was at its end, and he was about to unleash his assassin army on the rebel forces, the true Grandmaster struck at Tziz Jarek and the assassin temple with the gathered loyalist forces. The battle was devastating. The assassin temples had long dormant, forbidden technologies at their disposal, and both sides used them with abandon convinced (rightly) that the victory of the other would result in their complete extermination. Gene sympathetic nerve gases, neutronic warheads, entropic broadcasters, pan-chronal disruptors, all these and more recorded as being used. The event was called the Wars of Vindication, and it would be repeated across the whole of the Imperium as assassin turned against assassin, seeking to purge traitors or evidence of their treachery.

When the Steward came to see the Grandmaster, it was to the sight of smoking, hellish ruin.

The Grandmaster pointed to a corpse that looked identical to the Grandmaster and stated that the traitor was dead.

The Steward was unamused.

The Grandmaster offered her life by way of apology, and begged the Officio Assassinorum be spared. The Grandmaster knew the warning passed down from Grandmaster to Grandmaster, and was all too aware of the terrible possibility of the Steward fulfilling his promise. Though bitterly disappointed at Emperor Vandire's reign, and the Officio Assassinorum once more proving vulnerable to tyrants and madmen, the Steward was merciful. The Grandmaster had fought for the Imperium after all. And the Steward was perhaps a touch disappointed with himself, for trusting Goge in the first place. He allowed the Grandmaster to go into exile and gave a final order to the surviving assassins to gather for a new dictum. After he cleaned up the mess.

When the Steward, now Emperor spoke on the Officio Assassinorum again, he gave four terse dictates.

First, all rebel assassins were to be granted a month window of clemency. They were misled. They could return, and be granted a trial. Any that did not take that offer were to be killed, and a series of bounties offered for their lives. The Grandmaster had done well in documenting those assassins that followed Tziz Jarek. Many fortunes were made assassin hunting in the following years. Though rumors naturally persist of renegades still out there.

Second, the Officio Assassinorum was hereby dissolved. The temples were to be disbanded, all masters stripped of office, all survivors to submit to retraining and recertifying, their documentation submitted to the administratum for review, and methodologies revealed for assessment. Those survivors that passed muster would be reintegrated into the new Officio Tacitum. There, they would be under civilian control. No more temples. No more secretive sifus. No more secret handshakes and grandmasters. No more shadowy meetings lit by incense. Everything was to be documented, and monitored by the proper authorities.

Third, the Inquisition would have a new Ordo. The Ordo Sicarius to act as a watchdog and oversight committee. These would be the proper authority to watch over the assassins now. They would be empowered to investigate all threats and abuses emerging within the Officio Tacitum.

Fourth, if the assassins again threatened the stability of the Imperium, the Emperor would make sure there would be no fourth assassin crisis in the simplest way possible.

The Emperor had spoken. There would be no dissent. at least, publicly.

The Officio Tacitum is a far more modern organization. Though it primarily is still famed for its assassins, it also produces operatives specialized in sabotage and covert warfare far from home. Agents are typically seconded to Inquisitorial task forces these days, or sometimes sent out to support greater operations of the Astra Militarum. Though rare, there are still the missions sent out of the lone assassin getting the impossible done, but the high risk and high cost of such undertakings has led the Ordo Sicarius to frown on these practices. Far better to have them close by where they can be watched.

The temples are far less superstitious and rite drenched now, though the name of 'temple' has stuck to their specializations. Temple Vindicare, Temple Eversor, Temple Culexus, Temple Callidus, and Temple Venenum have all diversified and modernized to the point that agents that have proven their worth and with express Ordo Sicarius permission can even train in these prestigious institutions that have refined murder to an art form. There is no Temple Vanus. That does not exist. The Ordo Sicarius has confirmed this, and will not allow any dispute.

Assassin recruits are generally drawn from theschola progenium, or talents from the Militarum Tempestus. Or those that the Sicarius favor.

Though the primary headquarters of the temple assassins lies on Terra, across each segmentum there are localized, lesser temples that trainers and talented assassins cycle through to pass on their skills, and more importantly, allow liaison with Segmentum Commands. Ordo Sicarius Inquisitors can generally be found near segmentum command to permit proper coordination if Tacitum assets are needed. With proper Inquisitorial oversight, the assassins are kept well in check, and well out of politics.


The High Lords of Terra still has a seat for the Grandmaster of Assassins, but it has been left vacant ever since the reign of Emperor Vandire. Few imagine it will ever be filled again.

Don't be so hard on yourself user, this is good work.

I'm curious, how many people are still hanging around from the earlier threads?

I am, I suppose.

I think this is dying.

Maybe, but two separate threads were made when the old one died, hopefully indicating there's enough interest to keep this going.

Damn, couldn't believe the other thread got archived because not enough bumps.

To the writefag who names himself after a Hotline Miami Character; hopefully you could find this new bread and repost that story where Taldeer hated the Love Can Bloom novel and some officers were discussing about it in which it turns out LCB is still a sort of thing that happened, please user?

Sounds fucking sweet idea. Are you going to write it or are you just throwing he idea out there?

Just a thought for now, people can run with it if they find it interesting. I may write something if inspiration hits me for a legion idea.

What would the Primarchs be like?

Check the wiki, we have a page on 1d4chan

I meant the hypothetical 2 missing ones.

They would have to originate on Earth or at the very least somewhere in Sol.

Moar plz
Plz moar

What's Macha up to?

In a previous thread somebody said that she was the current High Priestess and Avatar of Isha and therefore her physical stand in in regards to the Marriage with the Emperor. He also got trips with his post and therefore it was declared truth.

Macha is Isha's representative in this world. In this universe she is not a permavirgin.

I have no pictures of Macha

Does imperial law apply on xeno worlds? For example, a tau sept or Eldar craftworld have a human tourist visit, but then they receive word the guy pissed on a portrait of the Emperor. Can the Arbites burst in there and drag the blasphemer off, or do they have to work through an extradition process? Or can the xenos just tell the Imperium to fuck off?

Hang on, let me find that and I'll repost it soon.

>Bugger. More garbage incoming.
>6 months standard terran before Lorn V.
>Invasion exercises on Base Umgi, planet Grom.

"So it's been two years."
"Since...?"
"Since. Y'know," Calper leaned in conspiratorially to whisper, "SHE joined up."
"Wh-" Kred was for a moment bewildered before she remembered who she was talking to and sighed, "Right. The farseer."

Kred was not in the right state of mind to talk about their strange alien auxiliary. For the past week she'd been going through the same drill with the rest of her company of weapons specialists of digging in and setting up her lascannon, and then unpacking it and getting it ready to move again. The goal was to get the entire process down to three minutes. And they had. On a planet that wasn't a frozen ice ball like this one. She was numb, and sore, and tired, and thrice cursed Calper was still fresh as a daisy, probably because he was leaving the digging up frozen ground to her and invariably took his sweet time fiddling with the lascannon so she'd have to do the hard work.

"She going to help me dig this ice up?" Kred growled. If Calper understood the sentiment he didn't mention it. He was looking off in the distance, over the rest of the company swinging shovels and cursing the icy ground.
"There, see? She's talking with Lieutenant Feldham."
"And?"
"Annnndddd," Calper was straining over the lascannon, before a distant bark of the Commissar reminded him to focus on his work, "You think, y'know..."

Kred stopped, looked at Calper. He was raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"What?"
"Y'know," Calper started a strange bobbing motion with his raising eyebrows, "The farseer. And the dashing captain of the kasrkin?"
"He's a lieutenant."
"Lieutenant. You think she's into that?"
"What? What," Kred blinked, snuck a peek over the gun. Frowned, shook her head, went back to work with her spade, "Nope. Not at all."
"What? What do you mean?" Calper looked back, then back down and hissed, "She's holding on to him by the elbow!"

>Expect slowness.

"TIME!" Commissar Gebbet bellowed across the field. Kred looked down, sighed. No, it wasn't very good, but it would have to do. She set the lascannon over the mound, and crouched herself in the behind it, as Calper mirrored her, attending to the capacitor and charge packs. Gebbett would have a field day with this- please, please, please just let him walk past...
"Seriously, I bet you she's getting the monkey D tonight."
Kred rolled her eyes.
"First of all, it's pronounced 'mon-keigh,' secondly, there's no way she and Feldham are an item."
"What? Who made you an expert on human-eldar relations? Seriously, she's eye fucking him on the field right now!"
"A year's stint with Ulthwé Black Guardians. First thing's first, do you see what Feldham is holding in his left hand?"

A bit of silence, as Calper leaned over, then said dejectedly, "A crutch."
"Yeah. Training accident. And he's got that bionic eye on the fritz. So, no, it's not eye fucking that you're seeing, it's her lending a hand to a wounded comrade, and some concern."

Somewhere behind them, Elid's crew was getting chewed out. Commissar Gebbett would take his time. And in that pause, someone desperate to distract herself from her own inevitable chewing out, Trooper Kred made a mistake that she would soon regret.

"Besides. I'm sure she's not into guys like that."

"What? Feldham's a badass. Sure, he's got the eye thing, but chicks dig scars."
"Not all of us. Nah, nah. The Farseer would go for..." She hesitated, glanced behind her. Yep. Anton was still tearing into poor Elid.
"-Like what?"
"Somebody a bit more...Intellectual."
"You saying Feldham's dumb?"
"No- well. Okay, keep it between us, but there's a reason he's spending training hobbling around on a god damn crutch, and I hear it has to do with some unauthorized demolition training, a glacier, a set of melta charges and some watches that he never bothered to sync. Besides," She looked over, shook her head as Farseer Taldeer gave a final salute, and then turned away from the Kasrkin, "Waaay too short."
"Fuck Kred, that's cold. He's taller than me."
"She's a giant, she can't help it," Anton Gebbett's rage subsided behind them, so the last was a whisper from her, "So shut up, and look like you're a real soldier."

Commissar Anton Gebbett strode up the line- though Elid's men had suffered the full burst, he still had plenty in reserve to shoot in passing as he strode the line. As Anton Gebbett walked by Calper and Kred, Kred inwardly cringed, doing her best to stare down the lascannon barrel.
"Despicable. Lazy. Shoddy. Pathetic," the Commissar grumbled, marching through the lines, locking eyes with each soldier as he passed. Making it clear that this wasn't directed to the air aimlessly, but in due consideration of each soldier's faults. Brennan's team, aimless. Gherehg's team, the work of children. Ysmir's team, useless. Kred's team...

Commissar Anton Gebbett halted in front of the pair of them and their makeshift fire pit, and glared down at them. He scowled. Looking them up and down. For a moment, Kred thought she might have lucked out, that he was looking for something minor- then she noticed the inhaling. No, no. He was tallying up everything wrong. Preparing. She winced, squeezed her eyes shut-

"Commissar Gebbett, a word please?"

Relief. Farseer Taldeer was at the other end of the parade ground, hands in the pockets of her Cadian officer's coat over her xeno mesh armor stained with snow and mud, a green beret denoting her auxiliary status on her head, long hair cascading down- Hell. She was dolled up. What for?

Gebbett paused, gave a finally acidic glare, then shouted, "At ease!" Murmurs of relief, before he shouted again, "But you and you!" The Commissar's hand stabbed at Kred and Elid's teams before they could relax too much, "You stay here. I'm not done with you idiots yet. The rest of you, pack all this back to the armory!" With a final grumble about the quality of Cadian soldiers these days, Commissar Gebbett spun on his heel and stalked back to the Farseer, grumbling all the while.

Kred slumped against the cold of her lascannon, hopes dashed. The rest of the teams laughed and trotted off, leaving the four of them behind in the field.

"What about him?"
"Shut up Calper," Murmured Kred.
"Who? Who we talking about?"
Elid had come forward in the meantime. Another chatterbox, but one that Kred knew so she could forgive him. Had Martz with him. Didn't know her. Tats suggested a hiver. One of the new recruits.
"Commissar Gebbett," Calper whispered, glancing back at the Commissar and the Farseer, talking animatedly as they made for the command post. Doubtless where there was warmth. There wasn't freezing mud about their ankles. Probably had warm food-
"Oh yeah, right prick isn't he?" Elid shook his head, "Don't like him. Last Commy was nice. Even before he got tore apart by the wossnames."
"Yeah, but," Calper leaned over, raised his eyebrows, "What do you think the FARSEER thinks?"
"Wot?"
"I'm saying-"
"Shut up, shut up, shut up Calper-"
"-Maybe the Farseer sees something in him? Y'know, a commanding man to lead her in the sheets?"
"What?" Elid leaned back disgusted, "Taldeer and Gebbett? Fuck off. That's disgusting!"
"Yeah, to you and me, but Eldar are aliens. Maybe they'd like him?"

Calper has quite the one track mind.

Elid frowned, shook his head, "No. Nowhere in this universe would anybody think Gebbett is handsome. I was thinking Lieutenant Feldham."
"That's what I said!"
"He's too short!"
"And he's got that weird eye," Martz added, hand going to her own and peeling back the lids for emphasis to stare at the other three in mocking pantomime of Feldham's bionic, "Rich girl like that would turn her nose up quick at that. Probably use her brain to set his skin on fire right quick."
"She wouldn't do that."
"She would! Hear about it all the time, those eldar tarts and their fire starting, you look at 'em so much as sideways," Martz waved her hands, "Fwoosh! Burnt to a crisp. Sides," She shook her head, "Feldham's an idiot."
"Okay, let's lay off Feldham..." Kred felt a little bad now for what she said earlier. Feldham wasn't THAT bad, and making fun of a kasrkin was probably a really unhealthy habit to have.
"And a bit true. Nah, rich girl like that," Martz tapped her chin thinking, "She'd go for someone with a bit more class. I'm thinking Ordnance Master Hymnal."
"Hymnal? She's classy?" The others started laughing as Martz glared between the three.
"Yeah! Yeah she is! She's always in her best duds, always got that fancy baton and all, she's plenty classy!"
"Clearly you haven't seen her three amasecs deep yet."
"God," Calper winced, "And what she did with that colander, the lho pack, and the priest..."
"What? What'd she do?"
"How about Sturnn?" Elid rapidly changed the subject, looking over his shoulder. If a kasrkin was dangerous to mock, rememinscing on the master of regimental artillery in the open was suicidal.
"Sturnn? No way. He's ancient."

"So's she. And, he's brave, rugged, smart," Calper was counting out traits. Kred shook her head.
"No way. Wife and kids on Cadia."
"-And proven to be responsible," Calper finished, nodding, "Makes sense. She asked to serve in Sturnn's regiment special."
"You think she's a home wrecker?"
"Nah, it's true," Martz started nodding fervently, pointing, "No, I've heard about this. Eldar witches, see, they love that. It's like psychic stims for them, that heartbreak."
"And who says Sturnn agreed?" Elid took on a faraway gaze, "Forlorn, reciprocated love. Eldar love that!"

"You know what I think that Farseer Taldeer loves?"

They all froze at the voice.

They slowly turned back to see Farseer Taldeer standing above them, looking down with the frozen smile of the predator that's caught a lovely family of defenseless bunnies in a dead end.

"I think, what Farseer-Auxiliary Taldeer would LOVE, is hearing that you four broke the three minute record," She leaned in, teeth still bared, "In the dark."
"But- but it's going to get below-"

She narrowed her eyes.
"If you'd like, I can start a fire."
Inside, Kred's heart withered. Goodbye sleep.

"Farseer Taldeer!" Gebbett jogged after the auxiliary, baffled at her attention directed at the weapons teams, "We were wondering where you'd gone, the dinner still isn't-"
"Nothing's wrong Gebbett," Farseer Taldeer turned away from the pair of teams frantically shoveling at the frozen ground, and strolled past them, aiming for her quarters, "Just thought I heard something. I was mistaken."

Gebbett frowned, looked back at the soldiers digging, snorted, "Finally found your spirit! Come on! Snowstorm is coming in, and you're working until you're up to snuff!" Gebbett nodded, quite proud of himself. Yes, those years in commissar school had proven that fear had a wonderful effect of focusing the mind. He idly wondered for a moment which of his insults had landed home, then dismissed it. If he could do it once, he could do it again.

Just enjoyed Pardo's bit, and wanted to expand on it a tad to see why exactly Taldeer has a short fuse when it comes to these things. I've thought altogether too much about Taldeer's career with the 412th, but it's a bit too narrow as far as writing goes. I'll get back to writing something more relevant to the greater setting soon, just felt like having a bit of fun.

Yeah I think these are two man threads now.

Well after trying to find the previous thread by simply looking at the OP post just now and not earlier because I was an idiot.

I'd like proudly present my take on LCB being in this NobleDark AU:

>will post next post.

>BGM: youtube.com/watch?v=wiUYFZXy_zc

"So have you heard of that book called 'Can Love Bloom?'

"Pfft, oh no." Alot of the eldar officers in the pub said almost in unison as they also snickered.

"Book? What book?" Another human officer questioned.

"I said, 'Can Love Bloom?' THAT book!"

"Wait a minute now, that does sound familiar. I heard that book is some romance novel that was meant as some sort of homage to colonel Taldeer Ulthwe by a fan of her's."

"Boy its more than that. If you don't know. Farseer-Colonel Taldeer Ulthwe HATED that book. And the reason as to why is hilarious! You see during a short bureaucratic meeting that's mostly just about boring logistics. Someone, well a lower ranking eldar officer brought that book along with him to show it off to Colonel Ulthwe. She was absolutely livid, went bananas, two-hundred percent mad."

"Wait, YOU WERE THERE? Jefferson?"

"Yes I was."

"With THE Colonel Taldeer Ulthwe? Bullshit!"

"Yes I was there Polanski! Seriously you should've been in that ONE meeting. For almost an hour and a half she was ranting and raving like that one Krieg-born Inquisitor who often rants about some troublesome Harlequin who does antics for a living named 'Feger-leen' or what not.

She was ballistic, foaming-mouth rage; she was so mad she was practically throwing spit everywhere, she threw so much spit she could've turn an entire desolate and hot dessert-world into a cool aquatic-water world like some Khorne-made water hose. I and the other officers; who are unfortunately not here and I'm the only one, were expecting her to start flipping the table in the room at the time with just her index finger and start shooting electricity from her eyes. But fortunately no, she just banged at the table like an angry beast and threw pencils everywhere, just like that Krieg-born Inquisitor."

>cont
"Seriously Jefferson? She was so mad she was ranting like THAT Krieg-born Inquisitor? I can't remember his name, but I remember that guy having a dumb Grey Knight under his command he names 'Gunshe.' He also has a bald co-inquisitor who often objects his plans and orders, another co-inquisitor of his who has a fetish for pointing at maps, fish and other aquatic wildlife. ANOTHER co-inquisitor who's an alcoholic, a really obese co-inquisitor who eats plenty.

And lets not forget the scariest co-inquisitor under his command who looks more like a fucking Necron wearing a complete set of human flesh!"

"Precisely Polanski, she was just as MAD as he'd oftenly be... But back to the main topic at hand. Taldeer Ulthwe hated the book. After throwing a temper tantrum that would've made the angry eldar god Khaine, or even Khorne say 'Calm down and have a drink a cold drink woman.' She nearly ordered a book burning of that novel, for fanfiction written by an ADMIRER, a FAN of her's. Fortunately her dad; Foxy Grandpa Eldrad, AKA; Big Daddy Ulthwe. Managed to calm down her daughter and pretty much said something that's basically: 'No book burning for harmless fanfiction that's meant for flattery.' And you wana know an even weirder thing?"

"And what's that Jefferson?"

"She was pregnant."

"What..."

"Yeah ANOTHER reason why she hated the novel, is because she was pregnant. She was in a secret relationship with a HUMAN operative, and is pregnant with a hybrid child. Being in a relationship with a subordinate is one thing, but being pregnant with a different alien-species' child without some assistance from the biologicus egg-heads is astonishing.

Also she fully admitted the full reason why she was mad about that book is because she thought an enemy spy was stalking her and used her secret relationship and pregnancy as way of getting to her."

"Wait, THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED!?" The officer, Polanski then questioned his comrades around the tavern.

>cont
"DID THAT SHIT SERIOUSLY HAPPEN???"

A human officer replied bluntly. "Uh, yeah it did happen. It was also in the Vox News Gossip Segment... Don't ask me why I watch that shit."

Polanski questioned the eldar around. "Hey Captain Enrion. That sounded WAYYY to far fetch. Surely you guys have something to say!"

Enrion the eldar Polanski questioned, replied.

"Seriously? Your fellow officers said; YES. That did happened, A MONTH AGO. Where were you during the last month, living under a rock? 'Spelunking' a Necron Tomb for treasure? And yes, that novel is official if you're still in doubt."

That eldar pulled out a copy of the novel. "See this? Its a copy of Can Love Bloom. Written in the High-Tongue, we eldar do also liked that novel and found it... Cheesy but lovely." He flipped the copy to the back and read one of the review quotes. "And I quote from Eldrad himself; 'Its a lovely fanfic of my daughter, I suggested my daughter to name my soon-to-be grand daughter Lofn too. I'm OK with this book, seven or eight out of ten. Four out of Five Stars.' Hopefully that puts a rest to your doubts Polanski."

Polanski looked back to Jefferson. "...Well then, I guess I'm now enlightened with recent events... So how's colonel Ulthwe coping about such publicity right now?"

"Oh she's taking leave from what I've heard. You know? She's Pregnant? And maybe some time for her to perhaps thank that author for helping make her, her lover and future child famous. And to think of an apology to the author for threatening to burn the book.

And about Colonel Taldeer's human lover; I only know he's some Inquisitorial Spec-Ops unit, can't tell what unit specifically, but his identity is kep classified for reasons under Colonel Ulthwe herself. But yeah, who'd ever knew this alliance could generate such crazy shit from happening, right?"

***

There, decided to add and change a few minor things.

Well if you wana help expand my write, then you're welcome.

Maybe later, not tonight though. I gotta sleep. Nice choice of song by the by. Hope you catch that famous, smart, twisted, and talented and way better than those mask amateurs killer soon.

That would be a matter for the locals to deal with.

The Imperium does not care.

So long as tithe is paid, the world remains loyal and no Chaos the Imperium give very few shits.

So what'd exactly be Lofn's status be?

As of the final days of 999M41 Taldeer is on maternity leave, Lofn has not been born yet.

Given the impossible nature of Lofn Eldrad is not far from her constantly casting Runes.

When he proposed the raid on Nurgles Mansion the threads of fate rearranged and the thread of the eldar as a collective and the thread of humanity started to loop around one another in his mind and became wrapped around one another when they became part of the Imperium properly.

When Emperor Vandire went nuts and started persecuting xeno citizens for not being loyal enough the threads started to come apart.

After the Imperium got a proper Emperor back the threads were closer than ever.

At the moment of Lofn's conception the threads started to get a little fuzzy around the edges so that some strand fragments were transferred from one to another blurring slightly the border between their two peoples.

He suspects that his granddaughter is a cosmic trial run. A practice by his surviving gods to see if the 2 greatest peoples in the galaxy can be mingled together into something strong. Someday soon the High Priestess of Isha will have the Emperor's Impossible Child. The Starchild of prophesy.

But Eldrad is too old now and he doesn't know if he will live long enough to see that most fateful day.

What of the Champions of Chaos? Lucius and the like.
Also Fabius Bile, is he still a mad scientist?

Dr. Fabius Bile resides within the Tower of Flesh in the Dark City. Dude went full Dark Eldar.

Lucius still went to Slaanesh because he always did have masochistic tendencies. Chroneworlder Eldar love him because he is the ultimate proof that humanity is not irredeemable in the eyes of their gods.

Lady Aurelia Malys is the Deamon Queen. Half the Black Crusades have been at her prompting. Was once consort of Vect until he smelt the stink of Chaos upon her. Now the two of them are in partnership less for the sex and more for the prospect of fucking Imperial shit up.

Question is, does Lofn still have her powerful mind-bending Pacification powers where she renders almost any creature into a friendly and docile puppy and can calm down the most aggressive and aggro'd person?

From what Veeky Forums fanon goes, she has a mysterious passive power where she can pacify anything or anyone, she basically has the Animal Perk from Fallout, but times ten (10x)

Presumably yes when she is born.

I would imagine that if either 'Nid or Ork is in large group of their kind the Hive Mind/WAAAAAGH!!!! field will overwhelm and negate her abilities. Same with Chaos. Too blessed by their gods and they get immunity.

It will still make her the perfect her the perfect ambassador from Terra to the Craftworlds or possibly the other way around.

That is beautiful. I will add it to the 1d4chan when I get home if it isn't already.

Are you planning to do any more?

>youtube.com/watch?v=wiUYFZXy_zc

Whats with that video footage of Catachan Jungle Fighters relaxing on a beach, and why'd you include that?

Is anyone going to do yhe bios for some of the less famous Primarchs, like Corax or the Khan? Or maybe we can do the histories of the more famous regiment's planets, like Krieg, Cadia, or Catachan? Although I believe we decided to have Krieg follow the canon's history, but we're still going to need to make tweaks to every planet's history in order to make it fit.

I'd be happy to write up another Primarch once I finish Sangy, I'm having a lot of fun writing for this setting. Don't really have any compelling ideas at the moment though, so if people want to come up with cool ideas I'll run with them.

Could Corax be more interesting if his nation of origin was changed?

Make him a former slave of subjugated Ind or the Sino or whatever.

For the assassins in particular? Probably not, until I wrestle down what LIIVI's role is. For more organizations within the Imperium/Eldar, probably. I'm still thinking about the Crone World Eldar. And Saim-Hann. And Ork Kultur, that'd be quick. I'm open to suggestions on things to write up as long as it isn't primarchs since I don't want to step on anyone's toes.

History of Krieg. We decided to have this universe's Krieg origins closely follow the original, but tweaks still need to be made to make it fit. If it helps, I could give you some of the details we managed to work out about their attitudes towards their new xeno allies.

Assassin fluff added to the 1d4chan page.

I to would like to hear of the rise and fall of Krieg. Would like to hear of Saim-Hann also.

Sure, hit me with it. I'll look in the archives too. General themes to stick to are trench and artillery warfare writ large, extreme inhumanity and erasure of self, fanatical loyalty, and near suicidal willingness to take objectives heedless of cost?

Also general lack of trust in non-kriegers. Other humans seen as weak and unwilling to make necessary hard choices and xenos tolerated because Emperor says to tolerate them and he is Emperor of the Imperium they are sworn to.

The oath Krieg broke was not to the Emperor. they predate the Emperor becoming the Emperor. They swore loyalty to The Empty Throne of Earth, to the Imperium.

Toes schmoes, you've written great stuff so write what you want and we'll all squabble over it like the nerds we are.

Ok, so, when in the field and the Kriegers are working with xeno allies, they are treated with anywhere from minimum professional courtesy to outright ignored. In fact, their attitude towards xenos is to completely ignore them unless they are vital towards whatever objective they have at the time. Anytime else though, the Kriegers do their thing and the xenos do theirs.
Outside of combat, xenos are tolerated. Barely. Really, if it wasn't for their loyalty to the throne and the standing orders that the xenos aren't targets, they would be going full purge mode. As is, the xenos are strictly banned from Krieg under all circumstances on pain of death. And if your a xeno on Krieg, you WILL be shot. Unless you're someone exceedingly important, in which case, you'll be given a light savage beating and sent on your way.
As for why they have such disdain for the xenos? They feel that the xenos(and to a lesser extent the other regiments) don't know the meaning of sacrifice, and aren't willing to do what needs to be done.
One last thing about how xenos aren't allowed on Krieg. The Dark Carnival, led by the Harlequins that travel to any planet whenever they want, trvelled to Krieg once. Once.

In defense of Krieg the Dark Carnival was only given a warning barrage, barely any casualties at all.

This.

As per common Veeky Forums practice no dibs are truly called until the first post of writefaggatory goes down.

...

Krieg is surprisingly recent history too, considering the setting.

So is this lieutenant Feldham suppose to be LIVVI? I assume in this Nobledark AU; LIVVI is suppose to be a Kasrkin assigned under the command of Colonel Taldeer and just like in LCB, they both took a fancy and fell in love with each other and fucked aswell.

Nope. I got plans. Big plans, and fancy pants to match.

I'm making it up as I go, but LIIVI has yet to be introduced.

>Sangy continuing
>why does this keep getting longer
>using this as an opportunity to try out action sequences, let me know if this works for you guys

The dawn of the third day was unusually still, the Orks and Dark Eldar nowhere to be found. For a moment, the defenders wondered if the xenos had retreated to seek an easier target, but when the morning quiet was shattered by the pounding of unholy war drums, eldritch howls, ululating chants, and gibbering laughter, and the xenos’ absence became clear.

The dread legions of Chaos crested the great stairway of the plaza in a screeching tide of twisted flesh: hordes of savage Bloodletters, sinuous Daemonettes, and rotted Plaguebearers, howling and eager to feast on the souls of the defenders. Beside them were mobs of cultists, cowardly, wretched things skulking in the shadows of their masters and chanting hymns of praise to their dark gods, hoping to gain a few scraps of favor.

Throughout the horde, the defenders glimpsed the Chaos Eldar, impossibly beautiful and perfect, their every movement liquid and effortless, their flawless faces belying the wild and fickle cruelty within. Ceramite gauntlets tightened around the hilt of swords and bolters as the Astartes gazed with hatred on a row of hulking figures, their fallen comrades the Traitor Marines. At their front strode the Arch-Heretic Luther, once honored as First Captain of the Dark Angels and Sword of Caliban, now reviled as the Dark Oracle and First Traitor.

Above the teeming corrupted multitude stood the four greatest servants of the Ruinous Powers, looming over their minions: Kairos Fateweaver, the ancient Lord of Change; Scabeiathrax the Bloated, the laughing and virulent Great Unclean One; Zarakynel the Bringer of Torments, the most favored Keeper of Secrets; and the mighty Ka’Bandha, bloodiest of Khorne’s Bloodthirsters.

Such a sight could have driven men to madness or despair; this was an army to crush entire sectors and devour the souls of species. Yet the Blood Angels and Custodes raised their blades aloft and shouted warcries and challenges at the dark horde, spitting defiance and insults in the faces of the dark gods. For they had armored themselves in faith and duty, purpose and loyalty, and there were no flaws upon their souls where weakness could take hold.

With the mournful blare of warhorns, the daemonic forces broke rank and thundered through the plaza. Astartes and Custodes had only moments to ready themselves before the wave crashed into their ranks. Daemonic hellblades tore through ceramite with unholy strength, impaling Astartes’ twin hearts in a single blow. Blasts of swirling warpfire incinerated men where they stood, armor and all, and still others were melted into puddles of festering ooze by hellish plagues and toxins.

Yet for every loss they suffered, the defenders retaliated tenfold. The searing touch of holy promethium and plasma cleansed corrupted flesh, and ancient power weapons sang their songs of death and lightning as the Astartes hewed through the enemy ranks. Vanguard veterans descended from on high, lashing out with bolt and blade and scattering the enemy before them, while Librarians wove great nimbuses of lightning and incinerated scores of demons with a gesture.

It is said that only in the crucible of trials and hardship does a man find his true worth, and humanity’s darkest hour also proved its finest. The Blood Angels fought with the fury of humanity itself, and their deeds that day would echo through history, to be sung of in the future even as the embers of civilization smoldered and the darkness drew near.

Chief Librarian Sandelon was the first to slay one of the Greater Daemons. As the battle swirled around him, the great librarian found himself facing Scabeiathrax, and without a flicker of hesitation he hurled himself at the massive, bloated daemon. The Blood Angel tore great gouges into the beast’s stinking flesh with his force staff and lances of crimson lightning, skillfully dodging between the beast’s cumbersome counterstrikes. However, for a heartbeat, the librarian was distracted as he turned to parry the strikes of a Chaos Astartes attacking his flank, and the momentarily lull in his defenses was enough: the Great Unclean One skewered Sandelon at the end of its massive, rusted cleaver, chortling to itself as its prey writhed on the end of its weapon. But Sandelon would not die.

With his rage and sheer force of will he anchored his soul to his dying body, and grasping the cleaver with both hands impaled himself further, bringing him within striking range of the daemon’s head. With a roar he rammed his force staff through the daemon’s skull, and focused all his pain and rage into a maelstrom of searing lightning through the staff.

The greater daemon howled and twisted in pain and fear as it burned from the inside out, slabs of flesh blackening and sloughing from its massive body, until at last it was nothing more than piles of charred, smoking meat, and its soul was sent screaming back into the realms of the warp. Only then did Sandelon close his eyes, a grim smile of satisfaction on his lips, and allow his soul to depart, his ravaged body at last going limp as he left to join his fallen brothers.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, Captain Azkaellon of the First Company, famed leader of the Sanguinary Guard, slew a dozen Chaos Lords in succession as they stepped forth to challenge his Primarch while Sanguinius dueled with Luther. Their swords clashed for the better part of an hour, great bursts of light and warp energy erupted from the points of contact between the radiant blade of gold and the cruel blade of black. Finally, Sanguinius found an opening in Luther’s defenses, and with a flourish he disarmed the Arch-Heretic, before severing both the traitor’s arms with a sweep of his burning blade.

Zarakynel was slain by Commander Taranis, the mighty Custodes parrying and dashing through the flashing, quicksilver strikes of the Keeper of Secrets. With a single blow of his right hand, the Commander bisected the daemon at the waist, all while firm grasping the Banner of Unification in his left.

Yet for all the deeds of heroism performed that day, the greatest was surely the Banishing of Ka’Bandha. The towering Bloodthirster was more akin to a force of nature, its great axe and nine-tailed scourge were streaks of blood as it cleaved through scores of Astartes and Custodes with contemptuous ease, and the Imperial defenders were forced to cede ground to it rampaged across the plaza.

Filled with fury at the deaths of so many of his men, Sanguinius rallied his Sanguinary Guard and together they crashed into the path of the berserk daemon. The blades of Astartes and daemon lashed out, slashing and hacking, as Sanguinius and his Guard pressed the daemon. As they fought, a score of the Sanguinary Guard were slain, each a mighty hero the Blood Angels in his own right. Yet not even Ka’Bandha could stand in the face of so many lethal warriors, and it was forced back, bleeding from dozens of wounds.

Flapping its great leather wings, it launched itself into the air seeking a respite, but Sanguinius followed, chasing the massive daemon into the sky on wings of white. In the air, they clashed and broke away, seeing greater height before clashing again. The nimbler Angel darted around the heavy Bloodthirster, swooping and twisting, dodging the daemon’s blows and inflicting a dozen more wounds on the beast. Sensing the daemon was slowing, Sanguinius pressed his advantage, and in a blur of speed, he slashed through the daemon’s right wing, sending the beast hurtling down to the plaza far below.

It landed with a thundering crash, crushing the granite and gouging a huge crater, and a few seconds later Sanguinius landed with his own crash, driving his boot into the daemon’s head with all the force of his dive. As the daemon struggled to rise, faithful Azkaellon slashed through the daemon’s remaining wing as Sanguinius drove his sword through its throat. With the beast weakened, Sanguinius flung aside his blade and grabbed the Bloodthirster by its legs and throat, and with a heroic burst of strength lifted the beast above his head and dashed him against his knee, tearing the daemon in two with his force. The warriors of Chaos looked on in shock as Sanguinius flung the two pieces of the mighty demon into their ranks, while Ka’Bandha's soul was flung screaming into the warp to beg forgiveness at the feet of Khorne.

>That's all for now folks

What you think Lofn would grow up to be? Just like her mother Taldeer? Military career like her daddy, LIVVI? Or would she have a more cushy life with a cushy officer-type job?

Or pretty much like pic related?

And it is beautiful. I can't high 5 you thfoug the internet so just imagine that I am.

The doom of mankind.

Bumpity

Warlock ambassador.

Makes people act all calm and cooperative and so inspires peace. Still capable of defending herself when that doesn't work.

>Lofn uses charm and calm
>its super effective

Yeah I take Lofn has extremely high Charisma points the further she grows up.

Just a bit more time is all I need.

So the Imperium has weaponized the Mr Rodgers effect?

Holy shit. Khornate deamons must just melt and fade away where she walks.

It has been added to the 1d4chan.

...

>Image name
No. It ain't that kinda party. You have seen the previous threads, right?

Yes.

But what is to stop Greater Good humans of the Eastern Fringe from using Earth Caste made power armour?

I made no implication that the Tau could accept gene-seed or even that the humans in pic were Astartes.

Cult mechanicus the same?

Largely, yes. They're still 'flesh bags reeeee', but they're less politically powerful than in canon. They still don't like people fucking with ancient or new technology, or commiting xeno-tech heresy. But, they'll turn a blind eye to people using xeno-tech as long as they don't try to mix it with human shit

Huh, I figured they'd be a lil less isolationist but have a lil more clout (owing to ol' Ferry Manny and his legion of buffed-to-shit Skitarii, mostly)

In canon they're only influential as they are because Emps isn't around to smack them upside the head when they get too retarded. Since Emps is around but so are the super Skitarii Iron Hands, a moderate net reduction in influence makes sense.

not him, but why does Super Skitarii Iron Hands kinda sound like a second rate superhero team/cartoon?

>"Oh no, it's the devious Heretek Dr. Zedd and his army of evil robots!"
>"Come on gang, let's win one for the good guys!"
>"Megathrusters, ready!"
>"GO, BOLTRON FORCE!"
>"Form the legs and volcano cannon, and I'll form the head!"
"Are you watching those Tau cartoons again?!"

>pic is some space elf OC and Lofn, grown up

Good to know Lofn has inherited her mothers good sized breasts.

What's going on with Savlar?

>written fifteen thousand characters worth of posts about Krieg.

>Still not done.

This needs a rewrite before I write a novel. This is going to be a while, maybe Saturday before I finish.

Bump

What details are agreed on concerning Isha and her rescue?

>Good to know Lofn, a pre-teen has big boobs
What are you implying?

Bumping because the lack of replies in this is... Disturbing.

kek'd far harder than I should've

Calm your tits.

He said will grow up to have.

Jeansstealer?

Yeah that is the Veeky Forums fanon rule for Lofn right? She has super borderline-reality-bending pacification powers that can turn extremely aggressive beings ranging from an angry heavily armed soldier in power armor, to an evil demon of death.

To which she'll render the two into completely docile and almost harmless kittens.

And I support that idea: As Lofn grows older, her charisma just keeps getting more stronger and powerful. And I'd bet even if she's still a cute half breed child, she'd already be capable of winning the Hearts and Minds of an entire nation too.

>mfw LCB is also a thing in this Nobledark 40K