/tg/ - Traditional Games

>>424151

The plan was a simple one, spawned from a simple question.

Could the enemies of the mankind be lured in to a trap so as to divert their attention away from vital planets and systems within the Imperium?

From this question, Dis was given purpose.

The plan was launched into action. Through various means Dis would be broadcast to the galaxy as the highest priority planet. Unencrypted messages would be sent stating that Dis was a Forge world, an Armory world, a place of secret technology, a place of uncountable resources, a place that anyone listening in would be ludicrous to bypass as the benefits of invading such a treasure world would far outweigh any costs. It would be the veritible honeypot of the Imperium.

Of course, any Xeno or followers of the powers upon landing, would soon realize that this was no trove to be plundered and benefited from in an attempt to bolster their cause. No. Dis would be their prepared grave.

The plan seemed, at the very least, possible if only in theory. The question then became: If Dis is to be the grave of the enemies of the Imperium, then who would be the Gravediggers?

A roster of candidates was formed.

>>424163

Dis was to be an experiment. Thus, in an attempt to keep the impact of the experiment low and cost efficient, the subjects of the experiment would be soldiers of little merit or worth to the fighting strength of the greater Imperium. The Astra Militarum needed it's best soldiers should the experiment fail, and taking away the bottom barrel troops would, in theory, strengthen established regiments by cutting the chaff. The Administratum began compiling a list.

The lazy, the unruly, the back talkers, the uninspiring, the stagnant, the demoted, the out of shape, any and all who had not met military standards AND with the proper paperwork to prove their inability to adapt or improve within their assigned regiments were chosen.

They were not the cream of the crop. They were the soured curdle.

Orders were issued and guardsman after guardsmen were spirited away from their companies, battalions, regiments, and armies of origin. Due to the secret nature of the experiment, no inkling of the vast transport ships final destination were given to unsuspecting soldiers no were any orders save for a single standing order. Relax, and enjoy the ride.

Troops, Sargents, commissars, and officers alike all fell into usual habits of sham and ease. They must have all been under the impression that they were being redirected to some cushy post guarding an agricultural or hive world within the safe arms of the Imperium. The awakening waiting for them on Dis would see the death of two thirds of the assembled five million four hundred thousand men and women within the first year.

Dis was not alone in dealing out punishment. The Administratums parameters for their mission served to deal an equally sinister toll upon the seemingly damned gravediggers.

>>424167

Upon arriving at the planet, various labor regiments were trust into action. Specifications for the munitorum weapons factories and other various buildings of military necessity were ordered to be built along the border of the green rim on both the blasted and shadowed side of the planet deep underground. The objective was to make it seem that the planet was, at the very least, sparsely populated and at best unoccupied. Any passing enemy would not be dissuaded in approaching upon seeing such a paltry defense or no defense at all. In order to once again save on costs, all of the supply factories and depos were built to the absolute extreme minimum production output. This ment that at any given time, should the need for new equipment arise, the possibility existed that provisions would not be available due to low manufacturing output. All supplies would be short with the added problem of being difficult to field. As Dis was to be viewed as uninhabited to the naked eye, no large supply lines could be constructed. No large rails with Adeptus Mechanicus engines could or would be built. The gravediggers would have to find ways to move equipment on their own, or take extreme care of issued equipment to prevent them from requiring extreme maintenance. This difficulty also applies to every other aspect of the soldiers rdd s life. Food, clothing, hygiene, medical attention, communications, ammunition, all were expected to be produced and distributed at the most extreme end of scarcity. To the guardsman, it seemed as if the Administratum WANTED them to die.

After the rapid, and shoddy, creation of the manufacturing plants the 5,400,000 were divided into three armies and sent to occupy different parts of the planet.

1,800,000 were sent to occupy the burning deserts as far out as was humanly possible without being turned to ash by the sun

1,800,000 were sent to occupy the mountains that had formed from the monolithic glacier as it heaved apart the cold earth over the centuries.

And finally,

1,800,000 occupied the green ring of deadly and disease ridden swampland located in the center of the planets habitable zone.

But before the armies left for their now future homes, they noticed one odd thing. One single thing that filled them with fear and hopelessness even unto the point of suicide for many of the gravediggers.

The Administratum had built no spaceport.

The gravediggers were abandoned. Left only to dig graves.

>>424171

During the initial phases of occupation of Dis the Administratum was busy at work with the net with which to catch its prey.

At the two blighted ends of the planet the Adeptus Mechanicus were hard at work building large planetary defense lasers with the goal of crippling any passing xenos or heretical ship making it's way to claim its treasure of lies. At the same time, using broad spectrum radios from ancient times, large relay facilities were constructed to lure in the enemy with the sweet scent of automated and unencrypted radio transmissions. The reason for this was because, due once again to the experimental nature of the plan, an astropath could not be sacrificed for the mission. Though it was strongly considered.

The bait was set. All preparations were set. The Grand Feint was in play. All that was left to do was wait, and watch.

As previously stated, wit hi in the first year one third of the occupation force had died within the first year. This was due, almost entirely to living conditions on the planet. Dehydration in the desert, bacterial infection in the green rim, and freezing to death in the harsh mountains. After declining population rates upon Dis continued into the second year, the Administratum and Inquisition began to think Dis was a failure. Until the third year.

The honey attracted a fly.

>>424177

>I dont know if anyone is reading this. If you are I hope you are enjoying it. If your arnt enjoying it, tell me I'm a jackass and what's wrong with my idea, or just tell me to go away. I'll probably post one more then head to bed. If this is still up tomorrow I'll keep going. What are your thoughts /tg/?

It’s retarded but 40k is pretty retarded so it’s pretty believable.

>>424180

Thanks for the feedback. Really.

Make the Imperium even more retarded. After many centuries, all the high ranking generals that started the plan die of old age and their successors weren't properly briefed on the secret. They actually believe the planet is a high value asset and send their best troops. Dis becomes the new Cadia, Armageddon, Vigilus, etc. Nobody dares question why they are fighting over a shit hole.

>>424185

I thought about that for a bit, but decided against it. I love the running gag that the Imperium is supremely inept, and for the most part it's true, but I wanted a scenario that, however cruel and horrible its means, was successful. Thanks for the input.

There is an aspect of your idea i am going to use, however. Now back to the lorefaggotry.

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During the first months of the third year of the Grand Feint experiment, an enemy of mankind arrived in sector. This was know only because the initial propositioner of the experiment, a low status Inquisitor by the name of Courtney Black, positioned his ship within sensor range of the system while maintaining undetecability from enemy vessels passing through. The enemy in question had entered the system a fair distance away fro Dis and seemed, at first, to give no notice to the bait of the treasure world. After a week of steady cruzing through the system with no indication of acknowledgement of Dis, the engines sprang to life on the enemy vessel. Its projected course was that of Dis. In no time the ship had crested into a steady high orbit above the hated planet. Inquisitor Courtney Black was equal parts overjoyed, and nervous as he spied upon the first would be fly in his trap.

A Helbringer light cruiser glistened and shined in the light of the star, Sheol. Chaos had come to Dis.

Add a few hibernating genestealers in the swamp to give a chance for the nids to drop by.

>>424216

Under the ice would work too, you can a "The Thing" type scenario, with starving guardsmen.

>>424214

The events that took place after the arrival of the heretic fleet are subject to speculation, as no record exists save to stories passed down generation to generation among the guardsmen that inhabited that cursed planet. Though some semblance of actual fact can be attained.

The Heretic ship moved its orbit towards the polar region to the signal broadcast. These broadcasts were designed in such a way that the origin of the signal stemmed from either side of the planet. These signals would, in theory, position the enemy vessel withing prime range of the planetary defense lasers positioned in the same location. Any ship trying to sniff out the origin of the signal would then be treated to a barrage of lazer fire upon reaching its destination. The reason for the placement was to maximize enemy personnel casualties that might have managed to survive by subjecting the to the extremes of the glacier or the fields of glass, respectively. The enemy ship would be blasted from orbit, fall to the planet under gravity, and then crash into the deadly opposing ends of Dis. In theory, if any enemy soldier made it through the dead zones to a more habitable area, the garrison placed on Dis would have no issue dealing with them. A three fold trap for the enemies of man. This, though, was only under perfect conditions. War, as it were, was never perfect in it weaving of scinarios.

Upon approaching the polar regions, the defences laser fired, ripping through the ship sending it careening towards the frozen waste. What was not counted on was the helmsman of that heretical ship igniting the thrusters at the last moment. Allowing the vessel to crash well within the harsh habitable zone of the mountains that bordered the glacier. Though it is surmised that many aboard the ship had perished in both orbit a d upon crashing, that did not change the fact of what happened next.

From the ship, some 89,000 of its crew and troops had survived. These soldiers almost immediately began a mass movement towards the more hospitable climate of the green ring. Ths was all under the leadership of one of the Traitorous Legion. A Chaos addled space marine thundering his commands across the marching lines as his vile cult like soldiers moved onward. It was unknown whom this traitor served, it has never been written, nor will it ever. Strangely the guardsman of Dis only refer to him using the nickname given to him all those many centuries ago.

The Stick.

>>424222

Very well constructed.

>>424221

The great horde moved its way through the mountain range making it's way carefully up its slopes. At the front of the gaggle was the Stick. Coverd head to toe in power armor did much in the way of blocking out the freezing winds of the mountain passes. But what of the guardsman you ask? Why were they not rising to the occasion and slaughtering the vile host? The answer is simple.

Cowardice.

The guardsman forces were not made of the strongest stuff. Upon seeing the hulking ship fall and then subsequently a mass of troops led by essentially a demon, they fell to their base emotions and ran hiding in the makeshift bunkers and home they had scrapped together. This did not save them.

The unholy mob, upon finding any outpost in their way, committed to wholesale slaughter. Men and women all fell to the bolt and the bayonet as price for their cowerdice. This was no different when the chaotic host arrived in the green rim or when scouting forces entered the blazing desert in search for the treasure they had lost their ship for. All guardsman ran and hid. The evil host seemed unstoppable.

This is known amongst the guardsman of Dis today as the Black March. It is still and will always be the great stain on their armies. The March, in total, lasted for one and one half year. During that time thousands of loyal guardsman lost their lives to both the repercussions of their own inaction as well as the harsh climes of Dis. The only reprieve given to the gravediggers was that Dis was indifferent to whom she sent her plagues. The Black March suffered incredibly under the strain of life on the hungry world killing many of The Sticks forces leading him to his ultimate decision.

After a year and a half of marching and suffering all the while finding no glorious treasure, the Stick had had enough. His mission now was genocide. He would pay back the guardsman for luring him into death by slaughtering the whole planet. He began in earnest. In a single week guard post after guard post were wiped of of the planet, homes were raised, many more lost their lives to the furious devil. All hope seemed lost.

Enter, Commissar Jacob Simple.

>>424222

5/5 breddy gud. Is that an Armiger or regular knight?

>>424250

Commisar Jacob Simple was a hardy and well trained man of 37. His eyes were blue, his hair white as a star. He was a military man on all manner, save for the one flaw that eventually doomed him to this planet. He questioned everything.

While he was in every way a Commissar, he was known to have a penchant for disregarding higher command. Though the men under his command loved as and respected him, as was earned by their low mortality rate, the officers above him loathed and disposed him. On many occasions Simple had outright called his command team stupid only to do things his way with greater success. He was a practical man, not want to the grand standing of officers seeking only to make their name known in order to better their position. He was about his men. When the time came for the list of candidates to pe sussed out, many an officer were quick to pin his name on the list. Thus he was selected.

He was not pleased with the state of the soldiers he would be commanding whilst on the trip to Dis. Many a time he tried to instill right action befitting a guardsman into the men under his command, only to be shot down by lazy sergeants and even lazier Officers. The Commisar eventually stopped trying and devoted himself instead to finding those individuals whom showed promise, or at the very least some initiative. Upon landing on the surface, the commissar did something, that while welcome, was completely unsuspected.

He left.

With a hand full of selected sergeants and officers, 18 in total, he just...left. many of the command staff of Dis were shocked at the event, though were happy to see the warhorse leave. The commisar did not leave without purpose, for his last words to high command before departure, in his thick low born accent, gave insight to his goal.

"I'm goin' tuh take a gander. See what's what." And at that he left. With his cadre of troops he ventured forth into the unforgiving lands that were Dis with only a single goal in mind. Learn. And with that all records of visual or vox contact with himself and his team go blank. They do not exist because they did not contact higher. This silence lasted for the entire duration of the occupation of Dis. It was presumed the swamp, or desert, or ice claimed their lives, never to be seen again. Just another number on the growing death list of Dis.

>>424280

At the height of the Black Marches slaughter as they made their way across the planet, a small group of eighteen man and a commisar arrived at central command. They were ragged, hardened men. The planet had not been kind to them as their equipment bore the striking marks of continual use and damage. Some of their equipment were missing altogether and replaced by makeshift tools coverd in grime and grit from extended use. Not only the state of their equipment caught the eye of the commanding general, but their appearance as well.

Of the eighteen men three distinct patterns of dress emerged.

The six on the right wore smegags and their clothing were fitted loosely around their bodies. These six also had modified their lazguns in strange fashion, more resembling walking sticks than rifles. Their faces were tan and their eyes cracked from over exposure to sunlight. Large skins of water rested on their back diagonally and their feet were not laced in boots, but rather, sandals. (Note: Best depiction would be that of Afghan Mujahideen with Jezail rifles)

The six on the left seemed to be the polar opposite from the right. Across their armor they were heavily insulated jackets of brown lined in wool stretching down to their ankles. Upon their heads were strange looking hats that covered their ears which was also lined with wool. Their lazguns were mostly unmodified save for lengthened barrels with magnified optics resting atop the reciever rail. On their back, among the scant few supplies that were apparent, were a set climbing cleats used for scaling mountains. Third faces were also tan and their eyes seemed to automatically squint as if trying to focus on something very far away. ( Note: Best depiction would be of Tibetan mountain climbers)

The middle group wa by far the most unnerving. Their clothing resembled a sealed cloth chemical suit used for gas attacks. Every opening had been taped shut from their gloves to their boots. Upon their heads were stahlhelms wrapped in netting with various plant parts fitted neatly within the webbing. Their faces were coverd in what looked like gas masks at first glance. Upon tracing the tube connecting to the erie masks one would find it was connected not to a chemical breather, but to a small oxygen tank. These men smelled of the swamp and caused the commanding general to pinch his nose. They were motionless, holding their shotguns and flamers at the low ready, further increasing the command staffs unease. They were terrifying. It was as if they were unmoving monsters waiting for anyone in the room to make a wrong move before plunging there proudly worn combat knives into the neck of their victim without mercy.

At the front was the Commisar. He was dressed in his finest uniform and recently shaven. He was a military man, and just because their was a genocide going on around the planet, this did not change his need to be presentable before his betters. It was regulation. It was tradition. He strode forward to the general, with his worried eyes peering at the imposing commisar before him. Jacob Simple saluted, and then spoke.

"Ah learned alot, sir. Now imma teach you. Dont fret, sir. We gon show em how it's done."

(Note: for reference Commisar Jacob Simple looks and talks like Stephen Lang from Avatar in my head)

> Any thoughts?

>>424281

>I hope you folks are enjoying this. Will post more tomorrow. Feedback is always welcome as is attacks on my faggotry.

>>424319

I was thinking about that. I may keep it to where the civilian population are kept to a minimum and housed underground near the scarce munitorum factories. As for the mega fauna....space magic?

>>424281

For the next six months the Black March continued its genocide of any and all they would confront. During this time it would have been noticed by the chaotic host that the intervals between encounters became longer and longer. At first it would seem that the Marchers would come across a guard outpost once ever week. Over time it would lengthen to three weeks, then a month, and so on and so on until eventually the host, along with The Stick, believed they had successfully cleared the planet of all imperial trace. Upon this discovery the massive hoard began consolidating its forces spread across the globe back to the edge of the glacial mountains. The reason for this is unknown but speculation leads one to believe that it may have been an attempt at salvaging some form of long range communications device from the wrecked cruiser. After all of the remaining forces had mustered along the green rims shadow border, which took approximately another year, the black host began its track back to the destroyed vessel. Still no guardsmen were detected by the traitor forces.

Until they reached the mountains.

Brief me on the local flora and fauna. What was the thing you were saying about the planets' palustrine prokaryotes?

>>424362

Holy shit you are right. The snow fighters wouldn't have s tan. A fuck up on my part.

The weapons were maintained and upgraded through theft. The 18 men were required by the commisar to make do at any means. Theft was encouraged, as well as the unfortunate task of looting dead guardsmen as the Black March made its movement.

As for flora and fauna, I haven't really given it much thought. I just wanted a super deadly turtle that eats people on the planet. Mostly because I want it as a set up for later in the story. If you have any ideas I'd be happy to hear them.

Feel free to poke holes. I welcome it. It makes me think.

>>424402

I very well might be trying to fit too much in. Overextending a bit. Let me see if I can mental gymnastics your concerns and then tell me if it still doesn't hold water. Good feedback btw, thanks.

Concerning the different pattern lazguns:

The Gravediggers of Dis were to be organized as a combined arms army. This includes but not limited to, infantry companies, scout companies, mortar platoons, sniper attachments, tank companies, artillery companies, etc. This would ensure that for whatever situation the Gravediggers would have a solution, pending good leadership. While the initial plan was to heavily equip the Gravediggers, it was the Administratum that put the kibosh on that. Bureaucracy saw to it that the Gravediggers WOULD get the required vehicles in order to create a combined armed army, but at the lowest count possible. This meant that light infantry was the most predominant job amongst the guardsmen, but this did not mean that they had no special pattern lazguns, or even vehicles at that. So then becomes the question of why they didn't use them. The overarching concept is that they were all shitbags. They sucked at their jobs and thusly gont shit on by the chaos force. This plays into the semi redemption arc of the gravediggers. This is why the big bad traitor astartes is called the Stick. It was a nickname given to him by the Gravediggers because as the old saying goes: Sometimes the carrot doesn't work, sometimes you need the stick to be better. I can see the issues you have with the equipment. If I had explained it better at the beginning it might have made more sense. Mostly I was writing because I didn't think anyone was reading. Good to know I was wrong.

Concerning the maintaining of equipment: I feel like that was kind of the point. It is supposed to be a hushed operation with very little chance of success, at least in the Administratums eyes. I said it was a joint operation between the Inquisition and Administratum, but really the Administratum is just humoring the Inquisitor Cortney Black. Why? Maybe he has friends in high places? Either way, the administratum loses little if the worst of the Astra Militarum dies and a relatively small quantity of equipment is lost. Maybe there was an agreement between Courtney Black and the Administratum that if the experiment was successful, then the Administratum would take them seriously.

What to you think? Too shit?

And sorry if I sound self deprecating. I really do want to improve.

As for the lure, the only thought I have on that is that maybe the Bait is worded in such a way that sparse defences would be reasonable. For Chaos, some BS about an ancient artifact or some shit. And then also subsequent other such lures for other races. Maybe even the positioning of the planet seems advantageous in some way. I haven't given it much thought. Any Ideas?

>>424412

Ok let's do some thinking.

>Bait for the Bait God

Tau: Two options, 1) Distress signal. A tau craft has crashed on Dis and is in need of assistance 2) possibly heretical, send a message that the local population wishes to join the Tau Empire. State that the world is of use to the greater good.

Chaos: Send a transmission that us just encrypted enough to not raise suspicion that states there is a macguffin of chaos that the Imperium is trying to keep secret. Or better yet, the Imperium is close to discovering a way to bring the Emperors fractured psyches back from the warp. If that doesn't peak an interest, I dont know what will.

Tyranids: not really sure on this one, but I like the idea another anon had of having dormant Nids lying below the glacier. Could be cool for future stories.

Necrons: Same as Chaos except lie about a dormant C'tan shard of the nightbringer.

Eldar: State that Dis is an imperial prison housing soul stones. Or just not care about the eldar

Dark Eldar: Just wait, they will show up eventually.

Orks: Shoot a missle at the nearest Ork world with a star map and a single message that says "U wot mate?"

I'm joking on some of those, you have any ideas I'm more than happy to hear.

>Chaos and you. Knowing the signs...

The mass slaughter of the Gravediggers during the Black March and then subsequent mass interrogation by the Inquisition after the cleansing of the planet left the people of Dis thoroughly hateful of the powers. They dispise chaos and seem to increase in vigor whenever fighting it. It's the one enemy the Gravediggers are proficient in killing as, aside from their hate, the location of the planet being so close to the Warp Scar causes Chaos to be a frequent enemy. They have a lot of practice. This does not mean that the eye of the Inquisition isn't always upon them. Being a secret ploy created by the Inquisition, they constantly watch their investment.

As for an astartes chapter on the planet. How about this. I dont like Astartes. But I'm not against them being on the planet. If you guys come up with a unique chapter I might throw them in. The chapter has to be Donut Steel though. And also within reason, no angry marines.

>Blocking outgoing messages

This is a good idea. I also had an idea that when an enemy force crashes on the planet, the transmissions going out cease as well so that the Gravediggers aren't taking on more than they can handle. And if two forces appear in orbit from different factions, let them battle it out amongst themselves then kill the survivors.

Any additions you wanna make?

>>424434

You See the problem with that is that combinede arms regiments are super rare due to the chaos threat so that if a regiment falls the empire Know how to best deal with them. The honor of being a combined arms force is only given to regiments that have proven they can and will resist the influenc of chaos 100% of the time.

So a force made from the dregs of the imperium would not get the rights to be a combied arms force however its not a problem for any infantry regiment to have a sniper attachment of like 1000 guys

>>424452

>>424503

Whatever chapter or company unlucky enough to be permanently assigned as bait has to be from the cursed founding.

>>424452

If you really want some kind of astartes there you could be lazy and just Say that there is a deathwatch outpost near the planet and there you go

>>424669

>There already exists the Shit out of luck chapter (The Lamenters).

It's not just the Lamenters, all the chapters from the 21st founding are infamous for their shit luck. They happen to be the better guys among them.

>>424666

Well satan, here's a twist on the bad luck, relentless true superstitions. By confluence of chaotic winds Zuvvassin is especially powerful in the blood of these Ozwalds. All the rituals of the admech are necessary, even the spurious dick slapping on buttons and motor oil incense. The numerous superstitions of Dis as well are true to them, recorded in the Tome of Roland's Folly which is several volumes long as of M.41.

As such they are 100% codex compliant, even to their detriment. Several battles were lost to their rigidness, but every captain that has ever tried to explore possibilities outside of its pages have died so horribly that their geneseed was unrecoverable.

I've tried four times to get an image of Zuuvassin, and it refuses to download. This is some warpy shit here.

>>424669

> it is disputable if they should be based heavily on a culture/nationality.

Reading about this planet being is 1/3 desert, 1/3 swampland, 1/3 mega-Antarctica, and a dumping ground the the unwanted of the Imperial military simply brought the penal colony of Australia up my mind.

The relevant part is mostly about them becoming stranded there after the black march, the AdMech and Navy both want them out of their precious ships no matter what. And there's no mention of loyalist SM involvement during the The Stick Boogaloo, so I assume any marine in Dis had to have landed after the event.

Feel free to come up with a better name/doctrine/culture for the chronically depressed crocodile dundee Bantz Marines.

>>424335

You guys are the best. This is why I love /tg/. Actual critique instead of just vomiting shit. Tops. Ok here we go. Let's continue on with the rise of...

The Gravediggers of Dis.

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With the year long reconsolidation of their damned forces, the great Black March prepared for it's long track from the green rim back over the mountains towards the hulking carcass that was their cruiser. Being located on the opposite side of the range, the Stick marshalled his troops for the long and arduous hike that lay before them. After some time the great host had made it's way to the beginning peaks of the mountains and subsequently began organizing themselves into great files as they weaved in and out of the various valleys in an attempt to expedite their trip. After three months in the winding passes, without any engagement from guardsman forces, the black march got its first taste of the Emperors vengeance.

No noise was heard, only the howling of the wind as a recent blizzard had swept through the narrow pass the vile host was occupying. Only a red flicker was seen piercing through the darkness. Amongst the damned, a body fell. From here we turn to the diary entry of a one Sgt. Thomas Brook, provided to us by his decendant, entitled "Mountain King". The accounting is as follows.

"Davis had fired the first shot as the sons of bitches pridefully walked through the mountains. OUR mountains. With all of the training that crazy eyed commander beat into us, only we had the right to stalk these peaks. And we were going to be damed if these raping, murdering bastards even dreamed of treading OUR snow unscathed.

After the first shot the baffled cretins looked around slack jawed as if they had never seen a lasbeam before. I'm pretty sure the dumb idiots thought one of their own had done the deed. We took advantage of their stupification ad unleashed a torrent of fire. Their putrid bodies began falling one by one.

We had taken position as high up the mountain side as the blizzard would allow for semi visible range. All that target practice the months before our engagement really got our natural night vision acclimated the the darkness of the mountains. Any blurry black dot moving below the mountain was a target, and the environment was rich with those. I'm pretty sure I heard from the wailing horde someone scream out THEY HAVE LASCANNONS. With the amount of fire we were putting out I guess it would seem like it.

Well pay them back. Those murdering pricks. These our our mountains."

For the next month these high altitude skirmishes continued. Cleverly, the forward advancement of the Black March towards its downed cruser was halted by strategic avalanches caused by placing small explosive charges in key positions along the mountain sides. Not only did this succeed in killing vast quantities of enemy troops, but it also served to force movement of the horde back into the mid rim of the planet. Every time the chaos horde would seek to advance up the mountain to root out their attackers, they would climb and seemingly vanish into thin air. After two months of prolonged fighting, the Black March retreated into the Green Rim, both to stem the loss of men, and to attempt to resupply on rations. It is assumed that The Stick, made this decision to allow for better reconnaissance of mountain passes in the future to avoid the Mountain Raiders and keep his death toll at a minimum, though this is mere speculation. Either way, the mountains were closed to them. Little did they know the horror that lay in wait in the marshes and swamps of the green rim. For there, in the water, lay an enemy that, according to data sheets found upon a chaos captain's bloated corps, filled his men with great fear. Fear to the point of suicide. The name he had given them, and the name that to this day is given to the elites of the unit that inhabit the green rim of Dis, was both simple and childlike in its creation. Yet at its utterance, paranoia would run rampant amongst the ranks of the dark horde causing disorganization and a total loss of moral. The name given was...

The Mud-Men.

>>424799

"We began slowly making the trek back to the safety of the main body. Small bioluminescent insects darted back and forth along the waters surface as we marched, tiny island to tiny island. Our equipment was soaked, making the march all the more arduous. That along with the rash I have developed from walking through this fucking muck didn't make things any better. We had made slow but good progress, until one of the men started laughing. Calling a short halt the first sergeant went to see what was so funny. The soldier in question was pointing at the bobbing arm of one of our comrades floating near the waters edge.

"Bastard nevah stood ah chance!" The soldier belched out with another laugh. The first sergeant then went to go retrieve the arm to, in my summation, see if it was attached to anything else that might have a few extra Las packs on it. His greed would be his undoing. No sooner had he grabbed the arm did a spring loaded jaw trap latch upon his arm. He screamed out in pain and fell to his ass madly kicking and tugging at his caught appendage. This was all for naught, as the thing was firmly staked in the mud. What happened next took all of us by surprise.

A gigantic shelled reptile, with jaws like a voice sprang from the water and took hold of the upper half of the sergeant. Like lightning the attack came leaving only the twitching lower half of my NCO. The arm still caught in the trap. It was over in an instant, but that was not the end of our troubles. For no sooner had the reptile attacked than we were pelted by fragmentation grenades. Explosions ripped through the line sending meat and blood raining from the canopy.

We ran.

Me, accompanied by the last remaining six soldiers of our patrol, sprinted and fumbled through the marshes. Wer ran until our legs burned and our breath were overtaxed. We halted in a small clearing of knee deep water surrounded on all sides by thick vegetation to cat h our breath. The swamp was quiet again as I ordered my men to face the direction we had just come from in preparation for enemies giving chase. That's when they came.

From the water. From the cursed mud and filth they rose. They were slow. They stood on two feet, spreading their hateful arms as if some monster hungering after its unsuspecting prey. The rose behind each of my men, and all I could do was stand there in fear. In their hands were some knives and others rope. The ones with rope wrapped it around my mens necks and quickly dragged them under the water. I can still see their flailing arms splashing about the water ad their mates above the mirk were cleanly stabbed in their vitals. They were calm and practiced, or at least I think so, as their heads were covered in a vicious mask that gave no indication of being human much less showing emotion. They left one of my boys alive and screaming as the others left their targets and smoothly moved to the remaining man. Then they all looked at me. Slowly. Hatred poured from their gazes.

I began to cry.

Five of the mud-men turned and faded into the growing mist of the swamp until they were no longer visible, all the while my man screamed and flailed upon the water. The last remaining mud-man, his blank goggles still fixed on me, placed his index finger on his throat and made a slicing motion across it. Then slowly he pointed at me.

I began to whimper.

The thing then turned away from me and began to leave. As he passed my screaming man he grabbed his foot and began dragging him away. I couldn't move. I stayed there for what seemed like hours until the screaming faded and the noises of the swamp returned.

For a moment I thought of repentance to the corps god. I thought that maybe he would save me from this nightmare.

I ran. And now I am here. I must rest, the master has punished me with another patrol tomorrow(today/night?FUCK!) . I won't live long. I hope I dont. Not here"

End of entry.

Sorry for the infrequent posts. Lot of stuff going on. Feel free to keep critiquing. Had a thought for astartes, or at least a name to play around with.

The Judges

Chapter Master: Virgil (insert last name)

Any ideas?

What's the best Necron build for fighting 'nids? (Using 8e)

>>425047

I like how you think.

>>425419

Reading intently.

You fags made me stay up another hour when I have shit to do in the morning. I'm going to come back in a day or so and there had better be more writefagging, or you're all getting the BLAM.

>>424151

>the setting for the Promethean Sun novella

simpsons did it

Holy shit! It survived.

I will continue the idea. gotta find my notes.

Standby folks.

What do you fags think about this?

It all looks pretty cool except for the 40kiddies, they completely clash with the actually cool and 40klike animations.

>>424143

Ive been wanting to do a kabal themed guard army with the same color scheme as my Eldar