Chaos Warband Generation

LO, FOR I HAVE SEEN THE TRUTH, AND IT IS CHAOS! FOR AS LONG AS MAN HAS BEEN, CHAOS HAS BEEN, AND LONGER! OUR CONSTANT COMPANION! OUR BENEVOLENT RULER! THE TRUE INSCRUTABLE WRITER OF OUR FATE!

PEER INTO THE TWISTING, SCREAMING MORASS OF THE WARP! LOOK AS A BAND OF BRAVES, DEDICATED TO CHAOS' WILL, TAKES FORM!

CHANCE, CHANCE IS THE KEY, FOR WHAT IS CHAOS BUT CHANCE UNBOUND? WEAL AND WOE, CHANGE AND STAGNATION, LIFE AND DEATH!

TAKE UP THE BONES, LET THEM TUMBLE FROM YOUR HAND! ROLL THE D100, AND LET US SEE WHERE THEY STAND!

ROLL! ROLL! ROLL!

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Rolled 47 (1d100)

Nice dice; what are these, wraithbone?

>tfw you will never ever field Chaos Sorceror Lord Ganondorf
>tfw you will never roll Daemon Ascension & replace model with Ganon

ROLL! ROLL! ROLL! NO, THEY ARE NOT WRAITHBONE, THEY ARE MADE OF BONES OF WRAITHS! THE MALICE AND MISERY OF A THOUSAND SCREAMING SOULS FORGED INTO A BRITTLE HARD CALCIFIED MASS!

BEHOLD! BEHOLD THE WORDS OF THE BONES! THEY SAY THIS WARBAND SERVES NURGLE! GREAT NURGLE, FATHER OF FATHERS, BENEVOLENT AND KIND! HE WHO METES OUT PAIN AND RELIEF IN MEASURE OFWORSHIP! AGAIN, TAKE THEM UP AND ROLL! THE D100, ONCE MORE!

Those guys are space marines big... if not more.

Rolled 34 (1d100)

Bones of wraiths? Never understood the appeal of novelty dice but whatever.

Plaguedad's cool though.

THE WARBAND IS NOT FREQUENTLY BLESSED, BUT IT IS *SEEN*! THE FAITHFUL ARE FEW, AND THEY ARE KNOWN, AND THEIR ACTIONS ARE PLEASING TO THE GODS! THEY ARE ON THE CUSP OF GREATNESS, PASSING BEYOND THE MERE AND MEAGRE REALMS OF MORTALITY, INTO THE INFINITE OF THE WARP!

AGAIN! AGAIN THE BONES! AGAIN THE D100! LET US SEE WHAT FORM THESE BLESSINGS OF NURGLE TAKE FOR THE CHOSEN FEW!

[roll]1d100[/roll]

Rolled 59 (1d100)

Ave Nurgle! All is null and void before His putrescent majesty!

Well I'm glad we're not Tzeentchian. You couldn't plot your way out of a wet paper bag.

Nice that papa pestilence has got some time for us, though.

PROTRUSIONS! DEADLY PUTRESCENT PROTRUSIONS PROJECT THEMSELVES IN PLENTY FROM THE PUSSFILLED POCKETS OF THE BANDS CHOSEN PESTILENT FLESH! WHAT FORM DO THEY TAKE? SPIKES? TENDRILS? HIVES OF FLIES AND BEES? ACIDIC PUSS FILLED SORES? WE WILL SEE, WE WILL SEE!

NOW WHERE, WHERE IS THE WARBAND? THEY ARE NOT YET TRULY ASCENDANT, SO TIME AND SPACE STILL HAS A MATTER TO PLAY! SUCH THINGS WILL CEASE WHEN THE WARP ENGULFS ALL AND WE WILL KNOW EVERLASTING JOYSUFFERING! UNTIL THEN, WE MUST KNOW! WHERE, WHERE, WHERE!

D100! THE BONES AGAIN!

I ah- I dropped the bones in a- you know what nevermind let's just call it a blessing from Nurgle in leave it at that.
See where they land, shouldn't be TOO sticky..

Rolled 93 (1d100)

No, no they were far too sticky... Maybe if I- there! A little polish and they should roll just fine!

Rolled 13 (1d100)

Once more, unto the breach!

EVERYWHERE AND NOWHERE! THIS WARBAND IS SPREAD ACROSS THE STARS, EVER MOVING, NEVER STOPPING, LIKE A PLAGUE THAT RIPS THROUGH THE UNSUSPECTING MASSES! EVERYWHERE AND NOWHERE, TRULY AKIN TO CHAOS!

THIS WARBAND IS MADE UP PRINCIPALLY OF CULTISTS, AND HAS VERY FEW CORRUPTED MARINES! THE FEW LEAD THE FLOCK!

ROLL AGAIN! HOW DO THEY GATHER, HOW DO THEY INCREASE? HOW DO THEY CHOOSE WHO FIGHTS AMONG THEM?

Rolled 13 (1d100)

Why are you doing this user?

>Uses cultists within the war band who show the appropriate fervor and potential for a Champion of Chaos (Note: If the result: “No cultists, only Marines,” was received in the Build of War band table, ignore this result and reroll)

WHY? WHY? WHY?!!? WHY CHAOS!? WHY THIS, WHY THAT? CHAOS IS ALL, CHAOS IS LIFE, CHAOS IS INFINITY, CHAOS IS *NOTHING*! YOU CANNOT ESCAPE IT, YOU CANNOT DEFINE IT! WHY IS A WORD CRUTCH OF THE WEAK! BREAK FREE OF YOUR SHACKLES, EMBRACE MADNESS!

MORE AND MORE OUR WARBAND RESEMBLES ALPHA LEGIONNAIRES. OR MAYBE ALPHA LEGIONNAIRES RESEMBLE THEM? WHO CAN SAY WITH SUCH CREATURES!

DICE AGAIN! COMBAT METHODOLOGY! HOW DO THEY OFFER UP THEIR BLOODY SACRIFICES TO NURGLE? THIS TIME THE D10!

Rolled 1 (1d10)

CLOSE COMBAT! RIP AND TEAR! REND AND CLEAVE! OUR PESTILENT CULT TAKES TO THE FIELD SCREAMING FOR BLOOD IN A WAY THAT WOULD MAKE KHORNITES PROUD!

THE D100 AGAIN NOW! WHO LEADS THEM, WHO IS THEIR CHAMPION!

Rolled 50 (1d100)

C'mon, Chaos Gods - bless us with a Daemon Prince!

THE WARBANDS GREAT CHAMPION IS A SORCERER, A SPEWER OF ELDRITCH PLAGUE! LORD OF LEPROSY! SPREADER OF FILTH! PROPHET OF LIFE!

ONE FINAL TASTE OF THE DICE! THE D10! WHAT GREAT DEEDS HAVE THEY DONE IN THE NAME OF CHAOS!

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>The Champion single-handedly wiped out the warband of a rival Chaos God (reroll if the Chapter is unaligned, Undivided, or following a lesser deity).

BEHOLD, WE HAVE SCRYED NEW SERVANTS OF CHAOS!

THEIR BLESSED ARE FEW, BUT FAITHFUL! THEY SERVE NURGLE, WHO HAS BLIGHTED THEIR FORMS WITH DEADLY PROTRUSTIONS TO SHIELD THEM IN COMBAT! THEY HAVE NO HOME, THEY STRIKE EVERYWHERE AND NOWHERE, FROM SECRET! FEW SPACE MARINES FIGHT AMONG THEM, MOSTLY THEY ARE CULTISTS, WHO VIE AMONG ONE ANOTHER TO EARN THE RIGHT OF APOTHEOSIS INTO CHAOS SPACE MARINES AND CHAOS CHAMPIONS!

THEY FIGHT IN CLOSE COMBAT STORMING THE FIELD IN THE DEAFENING BUZZ OF FLY WINGS, WHILE THEIR SORCEROUS LEADER SPEWS THE CORRUPTIVE MIASMA OF THE WARP BEHIND THEM! THIS GREAT BINDER OF THE ARCANE DESTROYED AN ENTIRE RIVAL WARBAND DEDICATED TO TZEENTCH, NURGLES GREAT ENEMY! A SORCERER AGAINST TZEENTCH! THE IRONY! THE AUDACITY! IT IS ARROGANT AND IT IS BOLD AND IT IS WONDERFUL!

BEHOLD THEM, THESE PROUD SERVANTS OF CHAOS, AND WONDER NOW AT THE TRUTH OF THEM!

The floor is open for discussion

Are you using path to glory to generate this? I've never looked intensively at it or anything similar so I can't tell immediately.

No, this was generated from the creation table found on 1d4chan here: 1d4chan.org/wiki/Chaos_Warband_Creation_Tables

Oh I've actually looked this over before and didn't even recognize it. Thanks

If they're low in number, but widespread they need some way of actually organizing and traveling. The mutations more or less preclude normal means of travel. They fight to earn the right to be CSM but have few actual CSM in their ranks.

They're the remnants of a SM fleet. Most, if not all, of the Astartes are dead and the warband is descended from the surviving Chapter serfs who crewed the vessels. That allows them to easily traverse the stars, but they can't really use a lot of the weaponry on the ships as it's all designed for Space Marines.

Their leader is a necromancer who enhances their number with zombies. The human cultists are more like Ghouls, if you're familiar with WHFB ghouls. Not true undead, but stricken and diseased men with a hunger for flesh, swift and debased. The greatest among these rise to become Space Marines, who become their few ranged elites.

It doesn't really specify they're few in number, just that there are few marines and many cultists. They could be numerous or few.

They could be, if we take your idea, whats left of a decimated Space Marine chapter, and the Sorcerer is a former Librarian who turned to the lord of death and necromancy to save his chapter from dissolution - raising up the dead, and preserving the living in stagnation for all eternity.

So the cultist-ghouls become swole Horror-like marines after being gifted by their patron?

Yes. They start out as Lanklets and become SWOLE.

The leader is actually the cherubim psy-familiar of the Chapter's deceased Librarian, it's simplistic brain permanently etched with the Librarian's final psychic emissions that drew Nurgle's attention to the fleet remnants. Between the psychic imprint and the corruption of Chaos it has grown into a cunning, if low intelligence that parasitizes psyker slave hosts to expand its powers and intellect with it's mutated cybernetic body.

The path to SWOLE is a dangerous and arduous one. Many lack the conviction to even try beyond lip service, of those that do are crushed under the weight of their goals, bones snapping and muscles torn clean. Some seek a shortcut through hideous drugs and foul tinctures, only to be warped beyond recognition into monsters of tumorous muscle.

Now I kinda wanna fluff out a competing Chapter and Warband, who both represent the different sides of Swole, with the Space Marines repping good diet and exercise and remembering leg day, and the Chaos Marines using drugs and sorcery for maximum gains

An inversion of "The flesh is weak" sounds kind of amusing

I think there's at least one Admech splinter like that in the Fantasy Flight books, from the Lathe World supplements

>your flesh is weak

Your flesh is weak heretic. You need to eat more lean protien

Natty is a lie! There is only the Stack and the Cycle!