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You are Lieren of Nothing, Leader of the rebellion against the Tyrants of Yan, Great Hunter of the wilds, Bringer of Benevolence and Prosperity, The Hero of the Common folk and friend of the virtuous, Slayer of the twin dragons of Gao, Ender of the Cui line, Killer of the Wild Boar General, and the Wise Philosopher who created "The Journey" which has become a rallying banner that gathers the downtrodden and virtuous to your way of life. And Unknown to even yourself, the second son of the emperor, and the father of a legion of Transhuman warriors called Astartes.

Having Gained the Loyalty of the Dai, turning them against their Yan masters by revealing the true depths of depravity their fellow nobles could and had sunken to, you planned your next attack, to keep the Yan forces from regrouping or launching a counterattack to reclaim the Lands of Dai you had occupied, as they were yet unaware of their change of allegiance. The armies that gathered upon the border each posed a great to the people of the lands and your own forces.

So you employed the same tactic you used to win your first victories against the Yan, splitting your army into three equal forces and giving command of the portions to one of your skilled, experienced and talented generals.

Jinhai, son of the sea as he is now called, was given the task of leading a regiment to remove one of the three heads of the Xue, which had similarly fractured their forces. These orders sent Jinhai and his army against Xue De, the youngest of the Xue three, the renowned Generals of their house. A man confident in his tactical acumen, against the Wise Guard who looks for answers in the world around them. Accompany them, were a battery of artillery and Gatling guns, commanded by the daughter of the former house of Tao, Dandan, one of your two experts in the use, construction and care of fire arms

Yin Lei, the Unbroken thunders howl, was given the task of bringing to heel the eldest of the Xue Three, Xue Hong, who while an experienced general, was a cowardly drunk who would be expected to resort to calling his brothers to his side far quicker than the other two. Especially when faced with a General who had never before known defeat and had become a living Legend. Especially when he had the Mad Inventor Shan by his side, a man obsessed with gunpowder and its uses.

While the last portion of your arm was used to construct a trap for the Kang Army led by Kang Yongrui, who had sent word they would aid the Dai in reclaiming their stolen home. Lai song, the Lord of Cavalry and Pioneer of a new maneuver named "Storm of iron" the first to truly utilize the pure destructive potential of your rifles and Gatling guns, by combing them with the expertise of his storied riders, was the general given the task of bleeding the Kang in their march to Dai Niu and his forces.
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>>4603602

Who had been given the task of keeping a façade of remaining loyal until the trap could be sprung. At which point, the Dai army, renowned for their Great Valor and Determination in battle, would function as an Anvil upon which the Kang would be broken by the Hammer of Lai song and his Marksmen riders.

You yourself, had taken the duty to execute the remaining forces of the Mao army, crushed by their defeat at Zhang castle at the beginning of the war, and the loss of Mao Jian at Zhou castle, had sent what remained of their forces fleeing to reinforce their home, to regather a fresh army and attempt to recover from such a devastating strike against their military might.

However there was one great obstacle that kept you from your quarry. The Bone Devouring Forest, a Jungle that had become infamous for devouring men and being the home of the foulest of beasts both mundane and Magical. Bravely, you entered the maze of ancient trees and blistering heat.

Beneath its Canopy, you met two monsters who had preyed upon the hardy human inhabitants of the forest with ease, consigning their corrupted bodies to the flames, before you found the men they had long devoured for yourself. Descendants of a Vishnu army that had become lost in the depths of the hellish jungle. Already a Savage culture, they had become utterly barbaric in the conditions they were forced to live in by a "Curse", and only respected strength and battle prowess, for those who had both were the only ones who could survive in such a wild place.

Gaining their respect and admiration through stories of your adventures and deeds, and the battles you fought against the decadent, weak nobility, who they saw as never deserving the positions of power they reached. They wished for you to continue your journey, feeling great shame for keeping you for even a moment from the enemy that hid behind the tangled walls of their home, and for failing to slay the beasts you had battled before you met them themselves.

However, seeing a potential to be redeemed and saved from their brutal and cruel ways, you sought a way to teach them that unity and a community working together held far more strength than any individual.

And so, acting as an advisor and tactician, you inspired the wild Vishnu into launch a final attack against their most hated foes, The Tiger people, degenerate descendants of the leaders of the army that all descended from who had become half beast through a corruption beneath the earth.

A corruption you yourself fought, a sorcerer who was obsessed with prophecy and fate, and saw a glimpse of his unseen master who appeared in the moments before his students death by your hands and flaming oil.

The Battle against the Tiger people had been won, and a new generation of Vishnu chiefs inspired by your ways and wisdom took the seats of their battle slain predecessors.
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>>4603604
And in a show of mercy, and the respect they held for you, they spared the surviving Children of the Tiger Clans, to show that they truly intended to start anew outside of their prison
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"Yes, yes, I cannot linger a moment longer, a war is being fought on my behalf and I cannot delay in returning to my men" You said, struggling now to snarl or lower your tone in a disrespectful way, as the leader of the Third, Akanksha, refused to release the grip she held around your arm, the leader of the seventh Kamakshi was at least more dignified in showing her distaste for failing to grasp your attention and affection in the short time you had known the two of them and the other three chiefs besides Aruna.

The Fifth, a broad shouldered man you now knew to be called Rudra, watched the scene with his peer and leader, Aruna, both of whom were quite amused by your distaste and annoyance for the pining of the two warrior queens who had become enamored with your great strength and courage. The forth, Manu, a rare studious soul among the Wild Vishnu, read over the writings you had quickly scrawled, a copy of a passage from your Journey written in your admittedly rough variation of Vishnu Script.

Akanksha was the youngest of them, and the most wild, even compared to the hotblooded Aruna, she was wailing and making quite the scene, begging you to allow her to stay at your side with very obvious intentions for why she would make such a selfish request.

"Lieren, perhaps you are soft in more than just your kind and generous ways?" Aruna joked, struggling to pronounce your way correctly as he playfully insulted your masculinity

"Perhaps he is already wed, I know there'd be better wives than Akanksha, though perhaps not Kamakshi" Rudra cackled, clapping his hands together as you had to remove the clingy girl from your arm by grabbing the back of her coat as if she were a kitten. She kicks and claws like one would, as well

"I thank you for the compliment" The seventh says with a smug smirk as she looks at her self declared rival for your affections, a task neither of them stand any chance of earning in the present states.

"I'll kill you both" Aranksha cries, as you gently place her to the ground "He just a duty to preform, A quest he must seek out by himself"

It'd be rude to explain exactly why She and Kamakshi had no chance of making you there husband, and she was still quite young, it'd be quite cruel to dash the hopes of a girl like her even if she was a skilled warrior and trained killer. Hopefully both of them would find another conquest among your men and cease their slavish desires to win you as their prize.

"Whatever you must slay to keep a calm mind" Aruna jokes, clearly in higher spirits, since he had imbued quite an impressive amount of spirits to mourn the death of His father and predecessor Jayesh "Still, even if it would be a stain of dishonor upon my name, I do regret I cannot join our friend in battle"
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>>4603605

"As am I, I'd love to see how he truly fights" Rudra says, flashing a jacklish grin, one that the two women copy, though you can tell by the looks in their eyes and the weakness in their legs they are imagining a different kind of "Fight" than their compatriot.

"I'd rather talk with him about this Journey of his, it is fascinating, and strange. do your people all live according to this work?" Manu asks, as the leader of what remains of the second, Om, stands by his side meekly, not daring to approach the other four who must seem quite dangerous to the eyes of a man who had never truly seen battle

"I do not force them to, but I'd believe the world would be a better place if many more did" You reply, pulling your make shift pen from the last scroll you had copied the entirety of the current form of The Journey upon, as you spoke with the new chieftains and got to know the group better, and explained how they could integrate themselves into your army.

Each war a small slip of Jade, each of a different hue, to denote that they were not subservient to any of the others, but were officially a part of your forces and loyal to the cause your army fought for. The freedom and prosperity of Yan, and the deposition of Tyrants, fools and hedonists. Along with a letter written in Yan, given to each, an introduction and explanation of sorts for each of the chieftains, in case one or more of them became lost on the journey to Dai Castle.

"A final gift" You say, with a bright and genial smile, handing the collection of scrolls to Manu, knowing he'd take better care of them than Aruna, Rudra, Kamakshi and especially Aranksha "If you truly intend to change, then let me offer the path I walk myself"

"I thank you, Mighty Lieren" Manu says simply, as Om nods after a moments delay, skittishly looking around the other chiefs. Arankash holds her jade slip close to her chest like it is a treasure, Kamakshi merely fondles it in her hand. Rudra has tied it around his forehead, and Aruna around his wrist. Manu and Om are the only ones to wear theirs properly, around their necks.

"Until we meet again" You call, turning on your heel as you hear Arankash and Kamakshi begin to argue between each other about who had presented themselves "better" Rudra laughing with Aruna and Manu muttering a phrase of the Journey, of the first translated copy almost like a man possessed.

"Thank you, Lieren" Om calls out, his voice quite but confident for the first time since you met the man "For leading us away from the destructive path we had walked for so long"

That does bring a smile to your face, a genuine one

"Until we meet again my friends" You repeat happily "Upon the field, against tyrants. I await that day with baited breath. Lead your people from this place, so they may share in the bounty of the lands beyond, and prosperity I have nurtured for so long"
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>>4603607

Raising a hand into the air, you leave the six chiefs to their duties, and approach the large group of bestial children, that had huddled close together, afraid and lost without their parents. Happy to be out of their cages, but confused as to why they were alone, and why the stench of blood hung so thickly in the air.

They didn't look like monsters to your eyes anymore, despite their strange bodies, you struggled to see them as anything but what they were, frightened children. Their minds and souls were human, even if their bodies were twisted into such mockeries of the human form.

The largest and least malnourished of them hissed and bared your fangs as you approached, moving to protect their fellows despite only meeting them today. What bravery, what kindness. They'd throw their lives away to protect someone they didn't even know.

"Worry not, little ones" You spoke in the dialect used by the ruling class of Vishnu, speaking gently and softly to try and put them at ease and keep them from hurting themselves "I mean you no harm, I am no enemy, I am friend, call me Uncle if you wish"

You sat down before them, smiling calmly while being careful not to show your teeth and accidentally threaten this pack of children. A total of two hundred and eighty five. All that remains of the tiger people, the sole survivors of their offshoot race. The only ones untouched by the crimes and atrocities the adults committed. Cannibalism, rape, murder, torture. They were all that was left of a race that once numbered ten thousand.

One of them, a girl judging by her build and thinner head cries out for her mother, and your heart wilts knowing what has happened to her, and all the rest of their kind.

The largest of the children keeps his arms held out, with an expression that reminds you of your dear friend Bai's scowl, that he wears when he's become quite annoyed. He's clearly trying to intimidate you, but his fur has puffed up and his legs quiver and shake. The signs of a frightened cat are much more obvious than those of a man.

"I will do no harm to you, I am a kind soul, do not fear. I'm here to keep you safe, I am a friendly uncle" You say softly again, clapping your hands together, slouching your shoulders to appear smaller and thus less intimidating "Please understand your parents they"

You pauses as their eyes all focus upon you, listening intently as you're the only adult to speak to them since they were released and gathered, and the only one with "Fur" like them, in the form of your favourite panther hide vest.

"They did something terrible, very bad, as their parents did. They had to be" You say, pausing to carefully choose your words so as not to upset the poor wretches "to be punished, you understand, the crimes they committed were unforgivable"

"You mean they were killed" the brave boy asks, causing a good number of his comrades to start wailing and sobbing. You bow your head
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>>4603610

"Yes" you admit, closing your eyes and letting out a long sigh "yes that is what happened, what they had done demanded such a punishment, I am sorry"

"Are we going to die?" A girl asks, pressing close to another of her kind

"No, you are innocent. And Uncle will not allow the innocent to be harmed" You say softly, opening your eyes just enough to see them "but you cannot stay here, this place is also bad"

The brave one looks up at you, letting out a low growl.

You reach and put a hand on his shoulder, knowing he doesn't have the guts to actually bite or claw you.

"And I know you could all endure on your own, but the ways of the past are in the past, I am the only one who would protect you, the Cousins without fur, they would not, and many of them would chase you out into the wilds if they were allowed to" You coo, speaking in comforting and soft tones, as even the youngest of the two hundred eighty five realize you mean no harm and are kind man "I will take you some place nice, where you do not have to do the bad things your parents did to survive, and teach you how to live as the people there live"

The Brave boy whines, one of the younger girls reaches to grab at your fingers, sucking on a dried piece of antler as she does so.

"If you wish to follow me, I'd keep you fed, warm and safe, Uncle Lieren promises this to you, I swear an oath to show you the virtuous way of life, so you may be good people and others can see you how I do, not as monsters but...friends" You say happily as a chorus of blowing noses and whimpered whines fills your ear "Please, let me save you"

The eldest of them begins to openly cry and gently bites onto your arm, a form of affection among cats. You smile and ruffle his growing mane.

And moments later are swarmed by desperate, tiger headed children, who cling to you for safety and reassurance. Many of them, clearly have no concept of killing or death, being too young to truly comprehend such things. And those who do, hopefully, can move past the trauma inflicted upon them today, and reclaim their humanity as you intend to guide them to.
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The Tiger children are remarkably obedient, Not one has strayed from your side or complained about the hours you've made them walk, they sleep when you ask them to, stop fighting when you command it, and obey every order you give to them. It is clear to you why the Vishnu had such trouble battling against them, and why their nature was transient.

This obedience is the cause. They need a guiding hand, and a leader and a king to follow. This is how the slavemaster controlled them so effectively. Without it, they are listless and afraid, but when lead by a figure they look up to and believe in, they can be forged into something else entirely. Murderous cannibals, or peaceful foragers. And the Vishnu would unknowingly cause the peaceful breed of Tiger folk to lose out to the bloodthirsty, in their search for vengeance and old grudges to repay.
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>>4603613

Now, these children absorb your words and ways like sponges, and try to imitate you and make you proud by following your orders and commands. If they were to raise a generation of their own, their species would change from brutes and savage monsters, into simply another breed of man.

Your loyal steed has even allowed a few onto his back, as you traveled for the edge of the bone devouring forest. The group, still numbering two hundred eighty five, gather around you as you pull your personal copy of the Journey from the pouch it is kept in on your horse's side, and begin to read it, imparting another lesson onto their malleable minds.

By tomorrow's night, you'd be in the lands of the Mao, the territory of your enemy. But you would keep your promise. Not one of these children would be harmed

How do you approach Mao's Castle, Lieren?
> Find a safe refuge for your wards, and march directly to the stronghold of the boars. The Mao end now
>Dress your students in heavy robes and spread dissent among the nearby villages, to distract what forces the Mao still command
>Take the time to give the children Yan names, giving them a stronger legitimacy as citizens besides the manners you're imparting into them
>Travel by the night, and stalk one of the generals raising fresh levies, to study your enemy and plan your attack more efficiently
>Write in?

Finally out of the forest
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>>4603616
> Find a safe refuge for your wards, and march directly to the stronghold of the boars. The Mao end now
>Take the time to give the children Yan names, giving them a stronger legitimacy as citizens besides the manners you're imparting into them
>Use this upcoming battle as a chance to measure our actual ability
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>>4603616
>>Travel by the night, and stalk one of the generals raising fresh levies, to study your enemy and plan your attack more efficiently
>Find safe refuge for our wards.
>Ask our new wards what their names are, bestowing ones upon them if they have none.
There's a small, slaaneshi part of me that wishes for Amazonian waifu wars. But splitting two of the leaders of our new allies down the middle doesn't make for loyal followers, no matter the intention.
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Reposting this because the thread ended befor I posted

Kek, I just noticed something. The Yan emperor in chinese mythos was the emperor of fire, associated with fire, fire-based agriculture and droughts. The Huang emperor (yellow emperor or august/radiant/Heavenly emperor) was associated with bears (beasts), rain, the sky and agriculture. The are both rivals and the Yellow emperor defeats the Yan emperor but assimilates his bloodline and legacy instead of destroying it. This sounds good for the quest due to the parallelism between the actual Yan emperor (fire/sorcery, droughts/disasters/ruin, being an enemy) and Lieren as the Yellow emperor (benevolent sage, inventor and philosopher-king, inventor of agriculture or at least responsible of it's expansion through all China, etc). This also correlates with Big E as the Yellow emperor (who was in myth the product of intellectual nobles rationalizating Shengui or whateverhisnamewas, the superme god of the chinese pantheon as a semihistorical figure that started chinese culture), amd Lieren as the (New) Yan emperor (Lieren is associated with gunpowder and firearms and will rule the Yan kingdom). Emps defeats Lieren and takes control, but allows him and his legacy to exist under his command.
What do you think guys?
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>>4603616
>> Find a safe refuge for your wards, and march directly to the stronghold of the boars. The Mao end now
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>>4603616
Supporting >>4603641 but also adding
>Use this upcoming battle as a chance to measure our actual ability
from >>4603633
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>>4603641
I mean, it's pretty much decided that we're the Primarch of the Ministorum. They could just be a new Sisters of Battle regiment
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>>4603616
> Find a safe refuge for your wards, and march directly to the stronghold of the boars. The Mao end now
If we play this cool and gut the leadership, we should be able to take this fort no problem.
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>>4603616
> Find a safe refuge for your wards, and march directly to the stronghold of the boars. The Mao end now
Preferably someone nice with a lot of space, and some food for the children?

>>4603647
Malal deep lore is really deep
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>>4603633
This but with the >>4603641
Approach for names. Give them a second Yan name to their first Vishnu name if necessary. Many Chinese tend to call people by their last name or with titles/the whole uncle, cousin, etc as a sign of respect, so in the end it's all fine.
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>>4603679
https://youtu.be/OAVnOz7i-JA
>Lieren naming his people and sons using the same names
>"Feng is in danger!"
>"The city, horse, or battle brother?"
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>>4603604
Supposed to be Zhou castle both times, Zhang was a mistake I missed
figured I'd clear that up
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>>4603738
>Malals naming conventions come back to bight him in the ass
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>>4603616
>Find refugee for the kids
>Give them Yan names
>Enter the castle alone, check the leadership for virtue and do as we do
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>>4603633
support
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>>4603831
Did the tiger people look sorta like the guy to the right but with long arms?
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>>4603876
I assume they look more like this Emperor willing they survive long enough to be guardsmen.
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>>4603671
> Primarch of the Ministorum
Proto-Inquisition. Not Ministorum, if the Emperor has his way neither Inquisition nor Ministorum will exist.
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>>4603616
> Find a safe refuge for your wards, and march directly to the stronghold of the boars. The Mao end now
>Take the time to give the children Yan names, giving them a stronger legitimacy as citizens besides the manners you're imparting into them
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>>4603613
>This obedience is the cause. They need a guiding hand, and a leader and a king to follow. This is how the slavemaster controlled them so effectively. Without it, they are listless and afraid, but when lead by a figure they look up to and believe in, they can be forged into something else entirely. Murderous cannibals, or peaceful foragers. And the Vishnu would unknowingly cause the peaceful breed of Tiger folk to lose out to the bloodthirsty, in their search for vengeance and old grudges to repay.
>Literally violence breeds violence
Can’t believe I didn’t notice that earlier.
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>>4603982
Like pottery
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZYAPgPH9hsI
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>>4603982
Oh fuck, they are basically perfect guardsmen. They are probably stronger than the average human, more agile and have fangs and claws. Add that to being obedient and probably disciplined if properly trained and you get Top Tier troops. Also, having a big role and important acomplishments in the Imperial Guard is one of the few ways an abhuman population could thrieve and be tolerated (basically like the Ogrin and Squats).
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>>4603982
They have virtue now, or shall soon.
Of these things, once they have internalised them, they shall need such a cycle no more.

Besides, 285 of the bastards is enough of a genetic group to rebuild them without inbreeding. God help emps when he tries to have them removed.
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>>4603671
That statement is as dumb as a fucking ton of bleached dirt. Big E hates churches, and theres not much to support that.

>>4603972
Possibly Proto-Inquisition if Malcador has any say in this. He was the one to more or less build the foundation of the Inquisition I think.
Personally, Primarch of the Imperial Guard sounds better to me.
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>>4604086
I think we'll probably be the spec ops guy that spends his time between missions uplifting worlds, specially the pdf and Imperial Guard.
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>>4604086
I think it is silly to assume we will have any hand in an imperial institutions formation or reformation, given that it is not our job or ever intended to be our job while the crusade is ongoing.

The council of nikcea (primarch bellyaching) and guilliman aside, we are gonna be on the front and have no influence on civilian policy
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Finally caught up with this quest.

I'm really enjoying it so far, I kind of get frustrated with the slow progression but because of the writing and well thought out lore I can just push those feelings aside and enjoy a masterpiece in the making, please don't flake on us like so many QMs before you have done so malal.

Also I'm pretty sure that that son of gao who was gloomy and depressed as fuck was meant to be a blank, we should check in on that when we have the time

Also wtf lieren, you've got Amazon waifus throwing themselves at you man!there's being a man of virtue and then theirs being a man completely up their own ass with "virtue".

Maybe this will be our flaw, we'll become so virtuous that one day we will cut out all the "unnecessary" and "wasteful" aspects of life out and turn all our followers into lifeless husks who reject everything that isn't water and unsalted unseasoned and completely flavorless foodstuffs as enjoying the things that life has to offer is "unvirtue'es"
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>>4604377
Uh mate. If we tried to breed with them, we would kill them and biologically we are not comparable to do anything other than cause pain.

Lieren isnt human and he knows it, the ignorance of lusty women trying to hurt themselves isnt going to inspire desire in him, nor is it a flaw in his mindset.
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>>4604377
It'd be like trying to fit an whole salami into a shotglass. Wind up pleasing both Khorne and Slaanesh if we tried.
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>>4603616
Backing this >>4603641
>>4603633
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>>4604377
Not everyone who's gloomy or depressed is a blank. If he were he might have been killed off already at child birth. What's more probably is that he's broken at a mental level.

>sex
>Primarchs
>ever
No primarch pre-heresey would fuck a chick, and we're not breaking that trend now.

>>4604391
This line of conversation is odd, but it's got me thinking. We get all kinds of art of what an ogryn looks like, but what about a female ogryn?
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>>4604418
Like a regular ogryn but with that fat girls face from borderlands?
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>>4604418
Russ fucking wants to know your location and pile drive your asshole.

Girlyman as well, Fuck even Magnus.
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>>4604426
Magnus is a shape shifter, he gets a pass.

The others are just being reckless with others bodies and lives
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How big would a Primarch’s cock even be? Like a normal sword’s size or something worse? What the hell was the Emperor even planing when he gave the Primarchs superdicks, is it just proportional to their height or did he just want his sons to have weapons for cocks
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>>4604470
On average? Probably a meter long solid.
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The only women who'd want our dick would be size queens, those amazonians must be size queens
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>>4604377
Honestly that's something I could see happening after Lieren died and his legion took his teachings too far. It happened with the Iron Hands becoming technophiles and the Ultramarines when they started treating the codex astartes like gospel.

>>4604418
Leman definitely fucked and Fulgrim had multiple marriages that he likely consummated. If I'm to make a guess I'm almost certain that Primarchs fire blanks and even if they don't their offspring are just slightly stronger than average humans (think Catachan Jungle fighters) that are 100% immune to gene seed rejection if they decide to become marines.
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>>4604487
Really? Now that changes everything.
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>>4604504
It changes almost nothing for us. Lieren still wont partake.
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So who would be up for raiding a Tomb World?
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>>4604544
Nobody sane, try the mechanicum
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>>4604544
I don't know. What's a tomb world?
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>>4604559
It's a place where the necrons have been sleeping away the centuries.
And if it wakes up properly while we are inside, we die. Not even primarch level plot armour would save us, and if it does then this is new thickness of plot armour that mean we may as well stop bothering to dodge point blank ship shots
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>>4604556
I want me some Necron Clarketech bad though.
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>>4604571
What if we sent the cog boys inside first, and if they see anything we nuke the planet from orbit with a planet cracker?
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>>4604584
You'll have to trade Trazyn a limited edition, Marines vs Chaos Tyranids Diorama if you want any hope of getting Necron tech at this point in the timeline.
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>>4604590
Going inside starts to wake up the planet. That is what happens, the trick is how much shit can you steal and get away with before the situation gets too hot and staying will doom you.

As for your question, I dont think we could crack the planet, but the best way to deal with the situation is to leave everything to the cogboys and if they find something interesting, just demand a version from them.
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>>4604559
Bruuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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>>4604600
If you can crack a tomb world in Battle Fleet Gothic ll, then there might be a chance. If they're really as bad as you make them out to be then theres honestly no point in trying to beat the Necrons. Might as well just roll over and die.
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>>4604693
There is a difference between fighting necrons on a battlefield and fighting them on their home ground where they control nearly every facet that matters, plus where their recall protocols are based.

Think of it like fighting a daemon prince on some blood soaked world vs facing them on their own personal demiplanes. One is significantly more doable than another.
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>>4604730
What's more doable then?
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Calling the vote now, sorry for the wait, couldn't sleep yesterday

Find a safe Refuge for your wards and march directly to Mao castle, they end now: 11
Take you time to give the children Yan names: 8
Use the upcoming battle to measure the true extent of your capabilities: 5
Travel by Night and stalk one of the generals raising levies, to study the enemy: 4
Infiltrate Mao castle and search for virtue:1

Alright, so Lieren will find a safe refuge for his wards, and before leaving for Mao castle, Ask then if they have names and give then Yan names if not

Since there were more votes for that way and its seems more like what Lieren would do, but the choice was too similar to split in my opinion.

Writing the update now

>>4604377
Thanks, glad you're enjoying it. and I don't intend to, it's fun writing Lieren's journey, cause I can play with both 40k and Wuxia/ Xianxia

Won't say anything about that son of Gao

But I will point out that while The Wild Vishnu women may be amazonian, think of it from Lieren's perspective. He comes from a society that has different standards of beauty, and you know can see into their hearts/ souls. and considering Akanksha and Kamakshi both managed to flourish in the BDF...

Lieren cares about character, as he can see it just as clearly as their faces .

Not to mention that Akanksha is close to Qian Xiaowen in age and thus pings to Lieren (Despite being older than him) as a child rather than woman.

>>4603876
>>4603897
Somewhere between these two (Not the anime boy though, that's nowhere even close to the Tiger clan) , some do have four arms, and the other oddities of Shangralan "Felines" (as seen in this mock up of the 2nd legions heraldry)


>>4603647
Clever

>>4603702
I've been struggling to put figure out who from 40k would be the one raging against Shangralan names in this scenario
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>>4604809
Oh and he'd use the upcoming battle to measure the scope of his abilities. Sorry forgot to add that.

As 5 is 1 less than half of 11, which is the total votes, this it can be included, as per my rules for such things.

So the winning votes, to be clear
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Find a refuge for the tiger kids, march to Mao directly
Ask/ give them names
and test yourself in the coming battle
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>>4604391
exactly. If Lieren sought a relationship, it'd be purely emotional.
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>>4604851
>exactly. If Lieren sought a relationship, it'd be purely emotional.
So what you're saying is he'd rather have a dog than a woman.
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>>4604853
or a dogwoman as oppose to a catgirl
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BROS BEFORE HOS.
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Question everyone:
How will we measure our abilities in the upcoming battles?
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Fucking furfags
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>>4604979
I figure we could engineer certain engagements in the confines of the castle and measure our performance in them as sort of a baseline.
Now obviously a part of that is to not hold back and see just how much we can wring our of our body and mind.
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>>4604990
Beastmen are canon in 40k. and the Vishnu are not beastmen, a portion of them became tiger people and most of those ones died, leaving a pack of children.

The amazons people were drooling over were normal woman, outside of the battle lust and savagery
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>>4604990
projecting much? we all know you fuck your dog.
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>>4604993
unless there is an enemy on the level of the sorcerer we're not going to challenge ourselves. we could probably take one 1000 or more normal people and the only challenging part would be moving out of the way of attacks, (most of which probably wouldn't break our skin in the first place). Other than that it would be about decapitating the most people we can in a single swipe in order to maximize efficiency.

I'm very interested as to how Malal interprets us measuring our abilities.
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>>4605010
Well, we could make it challenging by trying to do it as fast as physically possible.
I imagine Lierencould clear the whole place in about 10 minutes if he really busted his ass.
I'm talking running through walls, using soldiers as weapons, bitch slapping people into clouds of blood, etc...
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The Lands of the Mao have been emptied of men, the villages you pass by, are populated solely by the young and woman. Even the elderly have been raised to take arms, so terrible was the blow you struck them with at the onset of the war. It sours your tongue, and encourages you to lead you small regiment of students more hastily. There is little, if any time to waste. If the Mao can replenish their forces and train their men back to the lowest standard, they'll create a bloodbath under the guidance of untrained and untested generals vying to be the next Wild boar.

Though it is amusing when one of the younger wards asks you if the Yan people have no men, after the fifth village you pass by, avoiding the eyes of the superstitious and afraid farmers toiling its dry fields, long into the night. And the question reminds you, that you do not know the names of your charges. You've been able to recognize them well enough, by the difference in appearance and personality between the near three hundred of them, but it seems somewhat uncaring to not know their names. After all, you have taken the place of their guardians and teacher, they will not learn how to be properly virtuous men and women if you do not treat them as such.

So, that night, in the cover of darkness and beyond the hateful glares of the propaganda posters plastered and nailed to near every surface of the riverside village you rest by that day, you gather the entirety of the two hundred and eighty five of your students. After a late dinner, of foraged fruit and gathered nuts, it'd after all be wrong to steal the lifeblood of such a poor village and fish its rivers clean to feed your charges, even if it means you'll not be able to give them the exact amount of nutrients and calories their bodies need to grow to their fullest potential.

They were in the middle of playing, and mock fighting, a few even decided to reenact a story you told them of how you bested Cui Fu, though none of them seem to wish to play Lord Cui himself. Now, they sit before you, gathered around the dim glow of the embers of the fire you lit, hidden away from those who would name them as mere beasts by appearance alone.

"My beloved students" You say, speaking the words first in Vishnu, and then Yan, a method you find to be quite effective in teaching the Tiger Children your tongue, their ears perk up and they look up at you excitedly, no doubt expecting another lesson or story to keep them entertained and happy in your travels together.

They manage to remain silent and still for ten breaths, before they begin to squirm and whisper to their neighbors, thinking you cannot hear their conversations.

"It has come to my attention, that despite our travels together, and the lessons I've taught and the promise I gave, that I do not know your names, while you know mine" You say with a mirthful grin, while you voice drips with guilt and embarrassment.
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>>4605022
that sound needlessly cruel and reckless
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>>4605026

A few of the older children laugh, the others look confused, as if they do not understand why that would be an issue. After all, their society, like the Wild Vishnu, must not have given names to children who had not yet lived for several years.

They had to earn the monikers they'd carry throughout their lives. Somewhat like how you did not name yourself until after your first winter ended, In fact, it was not unusual for children in Yan to not be named until their first year had past. Such traditions, at least in the lands that had benefited from your guidance and wisdom, had began to die out along with the dreadful truth of infant mortality.

"It'd be shameful to keep such distance between myself and all of you, so please, if you have names tell me, so I may record them to my memory and we can stand equal. I knowing you, and you knowing me" You explain sweetly, clapping your hands together and allowing just enough of your teeth to show to gauge how well their tutoring in controlling themselves and their base instincts has come along since you began. A few wince away or bow their heads, but none bare their teeth or hiss by habit.

A little boy, no older than five years, raises his hand. Which has been bandaged from a lesson he learned on his own, that one should not eat a stew by thrusting their fingers into it as it boils.

"It is always wise to ask questions when you have them" You praise, before turning fully to the young boy and bowing your head "What is yours, my student? or did you simply wish to be the first to tell me your name"

"What if" He says, slowly, pausing as his tongue struggles to speak Yan, before he starts speaking again, managing to pronounce the words well enough to be understood "We have no names"

A look of shame washes over his face, and a good portion of the rest of the group sitting before you. All you do is sigh, and keep smiling warmly and reassuringly all the while. Slowly spreading your hands apart, you motion to the entirety of the gathering with your arms.

"If you have no names, Than I, as your uncle, shall give you one to own. It shall be the one that fits and reflects your character the most" You say joyfully, the little boy's eyes lighting up with wonder like he had just been given a new toy "If you'd be so patient to allow me to ponder such things first"

The Brave boy, one of the eldest of your students, walks forward with the eldest of the girls. Both May indeed be older than yourself, but they do not know their exact age. Unlike like you, who can name it to the exact second of the duration of his existence.

"My mother called me Indestructible" The boy says, puffing his chest out with pride and inclining his chin, before mimicking your own habit of lashing your arm forward and swinging it sharply for dramatic flair "That is what I am called"
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>>4605029

You smirk as you run their once noble tongue against the Vishnu you know in your thoughts, and come to find his name, when left untranslated instead of how he spoke it in straight, untampered Yan, would be Avinash.

"Avinash" You say, his ears perking up and proving your correct before he shoots you a confused look.

"That is what I just said, wasn't it?" He asks, looking a little worried that he may have misspoken.

"it was, it was, but names do not need to be changed when spoken in another tongue, In Yan, my name means Hunter, but do you call me hunter? No you name me Lieren" You say, after chuckling at the confusion you had inadvertently caused "it is the same for you, my student"

"Confusing, but I understand uncle" He says, clasping his hands together and trying to bow respectfully, but the difference between the build of his legs and that of a normal man makes him struggle, as does the fact his tail has curled around one of them

You return the gesture happily, and turn to the girl who is missing one of her most prominent fangs, having apparently lost it in trying to chew out of the cage she had been shoved in by a man who had once been her cousin before the slavemaster took his body and banished the mind within.

She cusps her chin in her paw like hand and presses her claws into her cheek, closing her eyes as she tries to figure out how to say her name without making the same mistake as Avinash. You wait patiently, folding your arms over your chest and turning your gaze towards the village, watching to be certain none of them braved the night. And none of them have, outside of their village is dangerous, filled with beasts, monsters and bandits hidden beneath the fog. They do not know the world beyond their river and cottages, much like the Vishnu or Tiger clan did, or your own people before you built The Giant's road. You'd return to change their lot in life, but for now you must move forward.

Mao castle is close by, you can tell by the increasing wealth of the villages you've past by, some with walls or even a primitive road leading to their closest neighbors. Soon, you'd find your quarry. And find the answer for the question that has burned in your mind since you walked from the depths and dark of the heart of the mountain.

What are your limits, exactly? Even you must have a pinnacle. Your energy is not boundless, your strength is not infinite, your speed must have a maximum. But what are they? you cannot know without first finding them. Then you could understand when you'd become fatigued through labor or work, when it'd be impossible to dodge or outpace another, when your mighty arms would simply not be enough to crush what blocks the road forward. And similar knowledge would be gained. if Only you had the chance to test yourself and find the limits innate to your body.
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>>4605030

"My name is Ananya, Lieren" The girl says, speaking again after a few moments of thought. Matchless. You were beginning to see a pattern in the choice of names given to your students.

You smile and pat her shoulder.

"A fitting name, even I could not have chosen a better one" You say, as she puffs her chest out as Avinash did, her tail standing straight up as she turns and returns to her fellows.

All throughout the night and into the dawn, you listened to and later named your students, giving each equal attention and regard, so as not to leave one feeling left out or even insulted. Their bodies are hardy enough, that even without any sleep, they are able to march for sometime. It is fortunate you do not have to lead them far.

Mao castle was near, and you had been following the rivers, to a remote and plentiful patch of woodland, left uncut but much less wild and untamed than the bone devouring forest. It was safe, and harbored no predators or prying eyes nearby. A perfect refuge for your students while you marched to end the Mao quickly and of course efficiently.

Taking aside Avinash and Ananya as you led your wards into the safety provided by the old, towering trees, you told them what you had to do.

"Do not worry, my students, I am not going to abandon you here but I must leave to face my enemy alone, I cannot bring you to battle by my side" You explain, as they sit on two rocks in front of you, legs crossed and looking all the like studious youths of your people outside of their bestial features "You are too young, and I seek to save you from the horrors of war. My promise was to protect you and teach you, and this is the only way I can at the moment"

Ananya bows her as Avinash snarls and bares his fangs.

"And if you do not return, what will become of us" He hisses, fear clear in his words "Will we become what our parents had been?"

You shake your head

"I will return, and even if I find my grave in the canyon of the boars, I trust that the two of you can lead your fellows along the righteous path. For you are proof that your kind are not beasts nor monsters, but rather another breed of man" You explain, trying to reassure the youth as he bows his head as well "Along with all of my other students, you are living testaments to this truth, and will one day be a part of the legacy I leave behind"

They say nothing in return, but you can see how proud your words make them. Clapping your hands down on your knees, you rise to stand

"And you two, have proven to be my best students, which is why, while I am away and until I return victorious from this battle I march to now, you will be in charge of the others of your class" You say, as Ananya clasps her hands together and raises her head to bow it, a gesture that Avinash mimics soon after "I am certain both of you will rise to the occasion, and continue their studies and tutoring as effectively as I myself could"
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>>4605033

"That would be impossible, Uncle" Avinash barks in reply, trying to mask his dread and fear.

"As you command Master, not one of them shall be harmed under our guidance" Ananya replies in near perfect Yan, something that you note with pride.

"I shall not be long, but if I do not return, remember the lessons I taught you, and the truth of what you are and could become if you truly tried to achieve it" You say, clasping your hands as you turn back to the rest of your charges, who have taken to splashing around in a nearby stream, unaware that they will soon be separated from their guardian and protector. But they would be safe, and that was enough to keep you from feeling guilt in your departure.

How do you approach the Mao Army, and the challenge you now seek, Lieren?
>Simply walk into Mao Bolin's bedroom and issue him a challenge, that if any of his warriors can best you in combat, you shall be his prisoner
>March up to the gates, flying a panther fur banner and bellowing a challenge, demanding they send their army against you
>Breach the wall with the charge you prepared, and simply battle every man within and outside Mao Castle at once
>Walk up reading passages from the Journey and beating a drum, sitting down outside of their gates and daring them to try and take your head
>Write in?

https://youtu.be/MOOXRR2hiEU

Some fitting music for what is to come
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>>4605036
>Walk up reading passages from the Journey and beating a drum, sitting down outside of their gates and daring them to try and take your head
>Continue your march directly to Mao Bolin's quarters, striking down any who oppose you on your patch
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>>4605036
>>Simply walk into Mao Bolin's bedroom and issue him a challenge, that if any of his warriors can best you in combat, you shall be his prisoner
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>>4605036
>>Walk up reading passages from the Journey and beating a drum, sitting down outside of their gates and daring them to try and take your head
Ah this is the good stuff
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>>4605036
>>Simply walk into Mao Bolin's bedroom and issue him a challenge, that if any of his warriors can best you in combat, you shall be his prisoner
>>Walk up reading passages from the Journey and beating a drum, sitting down outside of their gates and daring them to try and take your head
Lets add "World's Deadliest Alarm Clock" to our growing list of titles.
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>>4605036
>>Using a breach at the wall with the charge you prepared as a distraction simply sneak into Mao Bolin's bedroom and kill him
I wanna know what Lieren’s limits are but don’t know if I wanna test them on possibly a bunch of unwilling conscripts
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>>4605036
>Walk up reading passages from the Journey and beating a drum, sitting down outside of their gates and daring them to try and take your head
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>>4605046
support
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>>4605046
I'll support.

MAO BOLIN! MAOOOOOO BOLIIIIIIN! ITS BOAR SEASON!
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>>4604746
More doable, if you want tech, is to smash the fuck out of human worlds and get our hands on a few STC fragments that they hold on.

If you mean killing the necrons, drawing them out of their tombs and facing them on the grounds of other worlds/cracking the tomb worlds in two. But entering into the lions mouth is never the best first move when you can avoid it.
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>>4605118
True, we should at least spare the virtuous and not use this people as an experiment.
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>>4605036
>>Walk up reading passages from the Journey and beating a drum, sitting down outside of their gates and daring them to try and take your head

Starting revolt with our conviction will serve us well in the future to make enemy empires collapse. Beside if they won't fight and die for their own freedom, then it is not worth having them at all
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>>4605310
There are some people that won't fight out of fear that their families will die, because this guys don't know what we are capable of and for them, we are an idiot general that just appeared alone and in relatively bad shape in front of an enemy fortress. Lieren can take this guys out by himself without any unnecesary bloodshed or destruction, but making it into a public event will definitely help with turning the people of this land into loyal followers.
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>>4605317
Did we ever come a concencus on which of the four armor sets here >>460480, or do we want to stick with whatever color scheme our sons came with?
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>>4605329
This I mean>>4604809
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>>4605036
>Walk up reading passages from the Journey and beating a drum, sitting down outside of their gates and daring them to try and take your head
>Breach the wall with the charge you prepared, and simply battle every man within and outside Mao Castle at once
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>>4605317
People will think that he is an idiot - true, so enemy general will want to gain fame by personally slaying the giant (using his men of course) and bam - he is dead. This is more likely scenario that he just swarm Leiren looking from his castle and allowing his underlings to gain fame as Giant Slayer and favour of the current ruling dynasty
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>>4605329
Most people seem to have agreed with the golden-white color scheme, if the fanart we got is anything to go b.
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>>4605332
Wait, we didn't collapse the chaos temple with it? Because if we didn't, we should go back whenever we can and fill the entire cave system with gunpowder to make sure that any trace of corruption is gone. Doing it personally if exposure would affect our men
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>>4605503
It’s sealed.
It’s not going to be a problem for the foreseeable future
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>>4605329
We mostly proposed color schemes, but we didn't pick any. In my opinion, our legion will first wear the white and gold pattern and then, if the whole Grey knight theory is true, our Astartes will adopt the silver-white or full silver.
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>>4605506
Well, I'm glad. As soon as Emps arrives we should tell him about any location like that so he can solve it or send people that know how to deal with that shit
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>>4605036
>Walk up reading passages from the Journey and beating a drum, sitting down outside of their gates and daring them to try and take your head
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>>4605511
I don't know why the Grey Knight theory is thought to have any serious possibility of being true. It's seriously hinted, if not outright stated that their geneseed is derived from the Emperor himself. What's more, every single one of them is a psyker, which is something that I've hoped Lieren would demonstrate an inclination towards, but so far has not. If we were that psychically powerful, we'd know it by now.
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>>4605885
In the original lore maybe. Acutally didn't the grey knights originate from the Geneseed of that one guy who got Magnus's soul shard? The first Grandmaster?
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>>4605891
>In the original lore maybe.
Why would this be any diofferent? The Grey Knights are Grey Knights.

Honestly, i don't know where people got this 'Grey Knight' idea. The Grey Knights and the legions are on an entirely different zone. Grey Knights are made, specifically, for their job.
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>>4605891
Ianus, I believe. And no, all of the grandmasters got their geneseed, in layman's terms, replaced.
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>>4605046
Support
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In all honesty we could create a ritual to awaken someone’s “spiritual roots” so we can have an entire chapter of psykers.
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>>4605036
>>Walk up reading passages from the Journey and beating a drum, sitting down outside of their gates and daring them to try and take your head
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>>4605931
That sounds like it would lead to some chaos shit. Like the bad kind. Ut would be better to talk to Emps first when he gets here, then maybe Magnus, then the Emps again.
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>>4605998
> That sounds like it would lead to some chaos shit. Like the bad kind.
The funny thing most people don’t realize about Chaos is you can become immune to it, specifically by resisting possession.
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>>4606070
Seriously? I have never heard about that. Do you have any link to that info?
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Kek guys, go to the top of the thread, open up the quest's main image and zoom Angron and Magnus faces until you can see them both clearly. Magnus eyes convey their relationship so much...
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>>4606184
*Magnus eye. I apologize for being so insensitive
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>>4606070
spill the sauce
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>>4606178
>>4606193
https://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Exorcists
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>>4606178
It’s mostly an Inquisitor thing with that one group of Inquisitors that had a plan to resurrect being the biggest that come to mind but we also have this:
https://warhammer40k.fandom.com/wiki/Exorcised
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>>4606200
>>4606205
Well, that's some of the most METAL things I've ever read, even for W40K. As I see it, those guys seem to build a heavy resistance to chaos via exposure of their soul to weakass daemons that can't really take over amd turn into the sensei but astartes and earned.
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Btw, if the Grey Knight geneseed is extracted from Emps, whaf would happen if one of the sensei became a GK Librarian?
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>>4606200
>>4606205
So pretty much harder to spot by daemons and increased aggression against them, but the down side is high mortality rates. Some can also draw remnants of the daemonic power. Now the benefits of survival are great, but the downside requires you to possessed, then have the daemon exercised by yourself or by priests. Fulgrim was able to do it to some degree with the Laer Blade, but still got possessed and corrupted due to his mostly sort of ignorance of the deeper nature of the possessed weapon. I think if something similar happened to Lieren, he'd be more liable to survive the possession attempt and even take a more proactive approach than Fulgrim to beat the ever loving shit of the warp entity, but the risk is still there.

>>4606220
Really strong Librarians?
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>>4606218
kinda like an extreme case of a flu shot, but with demons. It is indeed, very, very, very METAL.

I see one theoretical issue with trying to bolster Lieren's Demon immunity. Minor demons or weak psykers probably aren't enough to punch through him mental fortitude. He would need to fight something that was roughly on par with his own mental strength if not stronger. Strong enough that it could then possess him. He would THEN have to try and exorcise the demon from himself. A Daemon that is already in control of his body.

The good news is that is has a sort of relative but weak immunity, or a start to one due to his awareness to sorcery.
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>>4606236
Astartes with better compatibility with a Primarch are more powerful. A sensei is 1/2 Emps. Add another third and being able to draw from the warp without limit or fear and you get basically a mini primarch
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>>4606250
[Kairos Fateweaver wants to know your location]
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>>4606257
I guess? I think Primarchs are technically already Sensei's in a sense as some of them could develop psyker powers, but also different. Unfortunately Sensei's are rarer than blanks with the capacity to be Culexus Assassin. The chance you could combine a Sensei with a "pure" geneseed from Emp's, while powerful in theory, would be as likely for a guardsmen to kill a Chaos Prince with an autogun.

>>4606262
Now that would be an interesting encounter. I think the master of the dead wizard was a Lord of Change, but not Kairos.
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I don't know about most of you, and against my better judgement, I kind of want to go back to that mountain and explore it some more. preferably with our trusty Guandao and a thicker set of armor. Perhaps sometime after we've overthrown Yan rulership and have enough time to dick around with our space capsule to learn all there possibly is to learn about it.
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>>4606298
Oh yeah, once we get some downtime I really want to go back there and study those stones, figure out what they actually are and do.
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>>4606298
Only after the lands under our control are linked by the great road.
After that, I'm sure we can find a nice balance between training, leadership duties, and study of our pod.
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>>4606301
Study, research, see if there are methods to counteract their affects and better kill any demons that come through them. Perhaps Lieren might some deep meditation to contemplate his interaction with the demon possessed guy to understand if the demon reacted in any special way during their brief conversation.
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>>4606306
Thankfully, we already have scores of competent and benevolent leaders we're collaboratively working with to take off some of the leadership duties. After that it's just like what you said: finding a balance between training, studying the pod, and maybe Deepest Dungeon research.
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Calling the vote now, sorry for the wait, just woke up.

Walk to the castle, reading passages of the journey and beating a drum before sitting down in front of their gates and daring the Mao to try and take your head:11
Simply walk into Mao Bolin's room and issue him a challenge, that if any of his men can best you, you will be his prisoner: 6
Use the charge to create a distraction, allowing you to assassinate Mao Bolin:1
Breach the wall and simply battle everyman within and outside of Mao castle: 1

total votes: 13

Alright, So Lieren will boldly approach the Gates of Mao Castle, reading passages from his book and beating a drum and sit down in front of them daring the Mao army to try and take his head.
And when they do, he'll continue his march towards Mao Bolin's personal chambers, through any challengers who step in his way.

Writing now
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>>4606312
How much armor does Lieren have left? His missing most of whatever he was wearing on his torso, and no longer has a helmet as far as my memory allows.
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One of these days we gotta introduce some updated clothing to our people. I think with the onset of firearms that uniforms are gonna be due for an update. WWII era should fit the bill once we've unified Yan.
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>>4606307
That pick was fucking beautiful. I've never laughed so much. Just imagine that but instead of ghosts put the Chaos gods and instead of the chad put Lieren. Now the Spanish friend that knows about spiritism is Magnus and the grandma and the Priest are Enps and Lorgar. Fucking KEK
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>>4606326
I assume Lieren's greaves and Cuisse survived, but likely just barely.
We're gonna be building a new suit of armor anyways, so we might as well look into creating an alloy that can stand up to abuse better than our current high quality steel.
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>>4606330
I'd rather Vietnam era type stuff simply for the sake of AESTHETICS
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>>4606338
The problem isn’t the armor. Rather what we’re fighting is just too strong, steel to daemons is like paper we might as well be fighting them naked.
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>>4606345
Honestly, it might fit better with the environment of Yan. Lot's of fog and woodland. Maybe have some sort of greyed out woodland pattern for some versatility.
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>>4606330
Do you mean general civilian attire, or types of military fatigues to go along with their armor?

>>4606338
Probably something pic related with the goofy sized boots and giant pauldrons. I think this was the kind of armor the Lion wore before big E arrived?

>>4606345
from which side?
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>>4606345
Catachans have that locked down.
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>>4606355
>from which side?
USA for the greater presence of camouflage in their uniforms. Also their small arms from that era are just incredibly iconic.
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>>4606355
Military fatigues since plate armor is going to be going the way of the dinosaur once we trample the Yan dynasty and at some point afterwards unify the planet. Any fighting done after that is gonna be from bandits/rebels/ or criminals and it stands to reason that they'd be rolling with the most modern weapons they could get IE firearms. Plate armor doesn't do much against a bullet.
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>>4606360
>Catachan
Not that they aren't cool and very much Vietnam inspired, but they take more after Rambo: First Blood Part II than anything as far as aesthetics go.
Need I remind you that the vast majority of troops stationed in Vietnam weren't bodybuilders with a frankly bizarre love of their combat knives.
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>>4606364
Flak armor is viable.
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>>4606312
https://warhammer40k.fandom.com/wiki/Lion_El%27Jonson
Note to self: don't be autistic like Johnson, and deal with the chaos threats on our home planet eventually.

>>4606372
Flak armor is to autoguns and lasguns are to power armor.
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>>4606372
I personally think we're gonna have fatigues figured out before flak armor but i'm all for it as it looks dope.

But here's the real question: Hats?
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>>4606400
this ones better, gives a couple different Chinese hat styles
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>>4606409
I'm sorry I just have the image of vietnam era GI walking a patrol with the hat on. I'm chuckling profusely.
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>>4606400
Infantry get helmets (still need to figure out a good design for those), boonies for hot weather, and ushankas for cold weather.
Officers get 8-points in addition to all that.
Now I know that's not very creative, but they are all proven designs as far as headwear go.
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>>4606383
you mean perhaps carapace.
Also, Manhunter rounds can penetrate carapace, but somehow AP ammo got to be expensive and a bit harder to find.
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>>4606411
>>4606409
Maybe for the Yan Province, but not for all Shangrala.
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>>4606413
>Calling the 8-point a proven design

Yeah proven to be absolutely homosexual. And that's coming from a guy forced to wear one on the regular.
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>>4606453
Slouch hat for officers then, really I just defaulted to the 8-point because it was visually distinct.
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>>4606364
bandits or criminals will probably become a thing of the past before most of them even get a chance to use that kind of weapons.
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>>4606522
There's always gonna be some opportunistic shit who's juuuuuuuuuuuuuuust far enough from our grasp to think they can prey on the innocent without alerting us.
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>>4606531
Same, and once we're gone you bet therea gonna be some gun toting criminals trying to throw their weight around. Chaos or not, theres always gonna be an asshole or two. The most we can do is try to migitate it.
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Spring winds brought a cold breeze through the canyon halls where the boar of the Mao had long made their home, nestled like a wound in the side of one of tallest mountains in all of Yan, a peer of the now stolen home of the Tao. And like the fever that came with an infected wound, a sense of dread and panic had bled deep into the Boars who inhabited the hardy hall carved from the stone of the canyon itself. The grieving wife of Mao Jian and the mourning mother of Mao Zihao, both lost in dawning days of the war against the Usurper Lieren, the rebellious giant, the traitor of Gao. Mao Bolin had himself grieved for his brother and nephew, but had worries beyond that of the heart that demanded more attention.

He was no military man, he was groomed to be a leader of men, one who gathered profit at a steady pace and ensured his family would remain among the brightest gems of the Yan. Jian, oh that fool Jian, was the hammer given to him by his mother. A general who could stand as an equal to the likes of such figures as Old man Dai, The Lord of cavalry and even the Black general himself. And he was dead, and gone with him his students and understudies. All the greatest tacticians, logicians and clerks the Mao had out their disposal, now food for the crows and jackals.

Bolin may have been ignorant of military matters and the artistry of war, but he was well aware of how truly grave their losses at Zhou castle were. The majority of their army, either slaughtered, scattered or deserted, or worse yet turned against their rightful masters by the tongue of that devil dressed in azure. It was supposed to be an easy victory, a gift to Jian and his son, but all that had been given were graves for them and all who had followed them. The few men who had remained, were utterly incompetent as generals or tacticans. They were the chaff of the Mao's forces, but they were all they had left to lead their men.

The few men that remained, untrained, undisciplined, good only for their numbers. Ill equipped and surely doomed to die. Bolin did not care how many lives it'd take to preserve his own. If it came to it, he'd throw his grieving sister in law out to the Jackals and fog if it'd keep the rebels outside of his door. The Mao had nothing left, their armories were depleted, their army lost as so much dust on the wind, and their genius warlords and leaders rotting in the ground or open air. Doom was approaching like a ever present shadow, the fall of dusk. If the Giant was not stopped at Dai, all that his ancestors had built in the past, all the wealth and affluence of the Yan would be stolen away.

And the kingdom would fall. Bolin was not a tactician, but he knew that if the Giant was able to render an army so impotent, so weak that they were left as little better than armed rabble, without suffering any losses of his own, what chance did the Mao's allies stand against him and his servants?
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>>4606541

It was the end of days, and All Mao Bolin could do was bar his windows and reinforce his door, to hope to weather the storm. Perhaps, the Ogre could be appeased in some manner, perhaps the Mao could pass into the new age relatively unscathed? Perhaps the time of Yan's fall and decay had come and the Mao should be wise enough to accept it, even if they emerge into the new dawn as little better than nobility by title alone. Perhaps. Perhaps. Mao Bolin could not sleep, so fraught with worry were his thoughts.

When sleep did come for him, he was assailed by images of the hellish horde just at his border, coming for his head, to split his belly open like the Boar that graced his banners. It was as if he had walked into battle unarmored and unarmed. The great army of Mao had been reduced to little more than farmers wielding the tools of their fields, led by men who had never seen war and were Generals because their fathers were. if Jian were here, or even his son Zihao, they'd have at least a leader skilled and knowledgeable enough to turn such a force into a worthwhile army.

But they didn't, both were gone now. Along with the vast majority of the rest of his family resources, both in men and wealth. Genius, brilliant warriors and tacticians alike, men once fated to be remembered as heroes, were now naught by ash and dust.

What could Mao Bolin do, with scraps, chaff and bones already picked clean, but await the end? if he remained in his castle, then perhaps the rebels would pass by his land, and forget about the part he played in war. He may be remembered as a coward, but it'd be better than charging to his death for a man who'd not give him a single reward or praise spoken, if the Yan somehow achieved victory against their foe. It'd be more likely he'd be stripped of his ancestral lands for incompetence, killed even! but the Ogre was said to hang all nobles he got his hands on, all of their servants, even the taxmen!

Mao Bolin was caught in a cage, and all he saw outside of its bars was death! Death and doom! the end of his line, his family, his dynasty! the end of the Yan, who had once flourished with the approval of the heavenly courts themselves! He could not sleep, he could not rest! His bed had become like a coffin in his mind.

Throwing off his silk sheets, Mao Bolin stood from his bed, his wife stirring from his sudden movement. Lighting a candle, he paced around his private chambers, struggling to breath as every shadow took the shape of hellish riders, brutish ogres, and beasts twisted into men. He needed fresh air, the nights cold kiss upon his hands and cheeks. He was going to be crushed if he remained in this room.

Pulling his silk nightclothes closer to his quivering body, Mao Bolin braved the darkness outside of the sanctity of his quarters.
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>>4606543

The door to the balcony that overlooked his palace in the canyon was unlocked, an untouched bottle of a fine vintage of plum brandy from Gao Liwei's personal cellar sat upon a table, were he and his late brother sat, discussing the future and what awaited both of them. Courts above it felt just like yesterday when Jian was by his side, his gregarious charm and boisterous laugh had been taken from him forever, from his wife.

Mao Bolin stood against the railing, carved of lacquered wood set in the stone, set with the knife marks and the wear the passing ages had set upon them.

Before him, lay the last shield of the Mao, the pitiful force he could muster from his lands, a horde of rabble and peasants, not even dressed in the colors of his house. They had been gathered and carolled to the the walls of his castle. Men and boys, workers and laborers. It was all he had left. All he had left, what a queer thought. He had mustered an army larger than the one that died with his brother, and yet he could only see it as what it was. What was left, the men unfit to join the first army. A desperate act to keep himself alive, a coward's army. If it was put against any other, it'd be a threat by sheer weight of numbers! if it had Jian leading it, it'd be a threat because of his leadership. But it didn't and the army it was raised to fight against, was led by a Giant out of stories, and commanded by greater men than Bolin himself. Men who by greed or enchantment stood against the Yan and thus the Mao.

But even then, they could be defeated, if they were but men alone. Devils, spirits, and monsters alike bolstered their ranks. They held sorcerous tools that could kill a man from well over twenty paces, Bolin had heard. All given to the command of men like Yin Lei, Lai song and that man who had taken Dai castle in but a single night. Why Bolin had heard that even the banner of the Gao had been spotted to fly among their troops.

If the Giant could gain the loyalty of even on of his victims own sons, then what chance did the Mao's second army have to beat his in the field of war? Doom, death and doom. It was all to fall apart, before his eyes. The end of days was coming, and the fools still thought they could fight and win against the giant's horde. All of Yan would be consumed by fire and gospel of a monk born from the rabble.

Mao Bolin's hand reached into a pocket of his nightdress, pulling forth a pipe forged of silver. With a shaking hand, he grabbed a powder made of black pills, crushed and mixed with sweet honey, and poured the mixture into the ornate bowl of his smoking pipe. A steel knife struck against a flint gave the spark to light the potent mixture. and suddenly, all of Bolin's worries and fears faded away, smothered by the haze of the black smoke rising from his lips and the sweet taste upon his tongue.
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>>4606546

He liked to think that, perhaps, in the heavens. Jian, Liwei, Tengfei and even that shrew Biya, could taste the smoke of his pipe as it drifted up into the sky, and share with him this fleeting pleasure. They were gone, his closest allies and friends. Now Bolin was alone, oh what a state, what a sorry state.

If Tengfei and Biya had not been hung alongside Liwei, then perhaps their families would have joined the war and won it with his brother, rather than turn to infighting as they had done.

Bolin sighed, pulling the pipe from his lips, feeling as if he could fly if he truly wanted to, his eyes watching the cooking fires and lanterns of his army dance in the darkness. It was like the sea of stars that surround the eight courts had come down to Shangrala just for his eyes. It was so beautiful, so beautiful it almost brought tears to the eyes. Fire, breaking the night, oh he thought he felt a poem being written in his mind.

And then he heard it. The slow, rhythmic beating of a leather bound tanggu. It made the lord stand up straighter and strain his eyes to peer into the darkness that surrounded him, outside of the light of his candle and pipe.

It continued, sounding too distant to be played within the walls of his castle, but too clear to be the product of some whimsical performance by the farmers the fortified his forces, not knowing what fate yet awaited them all. Then it became louder, came close, beat faster.

Then, on the wind, a voice as loud as thunder, as the hammer against a smith anvil, the voice of an avalanche, of a storm, of an angry god, reached his ears.

"We are born in the world" The booming voice proclaimed, its speech thick with a southern Yan accent "All men share the same cradle from birth to death. Do not abuse the world"

Bolin nearly swallowed his pipe, his euphoria banished as he recognized the words spoken. They were passages from the Journey! the Giant's journey! His heart bounded in his chest, his veins pulsed and tightened and his jaw clenched. A single drop of sweat came gliding down his brow as his teeth ground themselves against silver.

"Do not wound it in search of glittering gems!" The voice roared to the heavens, mighty enough to shake the mountains themselves, the wind seemingly picking up as it spoke "Do not poison its lakes, do not tear down its forests without reason"

The drum continued to beat, heard over the winds own wail, its pace quickening. The voice returned with as much confidence and vigor as it spoke with before.

"Every creature upon the world is a member of our family" The voice bellowed, challenging all men and nature itself to argue the words it spoke "A blade of grass holds more value than any gem of the earth"

The tanggu was beaten more ferociously before its paced slowed again.
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>>4606548

"Once, my eyes did see a most upsetting scene that did so befoul my gaze. A child and mother, crying over the father and husband, who beat them as if they were oxen pulling a cart. His death had come by my own hands, a punishment for the crimes he had committed upon his own kin, flesh and blood" The voice said, calmly, serenely "Drink was the poison of his mind, and the beginning of his degeneration into little more than a beast. Yet his family, who had been so cruel towards and abused so viciously that they were on the brink of death when I found them, mourned him still"

Mao bolin's mind went blank with fear and terror, before a sense of glee overcame both. There was but one man who could speak with such power to his voice, outside of the Yan king himself. And that, was Lieren the traitor. It was like a dream! somehow, he had come to his door alone, without his mighty army, a fool stepping into a snare forgotten by some long dead hunter. What fortune, what fortune indeed! The fortune of the Mao had turned around at last, a gift from the celestial courts, after so much turmoil and suffering.

"Such a sight, it made me ponder for sometime, how could one mourn such a blackhearted brute, one that had nearly taken their own lives and filled them with suffering and torment alone, how could one shed tears for such a man" The voice called out again as Mao Bolin grinned widely, truly consumed by the intoxicant he imbibed now "And then a revelation came to me! like the fresh air of mourning! They did not mourn him as he was, but rather the man he had once been, before he ruined himself. Within every villain, there was once a man who could have become virtuous and wise, mourn them, do not praise the death of the criminal, mourn the man he could have been instead, this is the wisdom I give to you now"

The drum was beaten again, and Mao Bolin called for his aide, to summon what worthy warriors remained among their ranks
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Setting aside the Tanggu you had made, you stood outside the gate of Mao Castle, the men stationed and camped outside of it forming around you but keeping their distance. No doubt they expected you to have horns, tusks and skin as red as the dawn or as black as the night. They didn't see you as an enemy, more of a curiosity, a few listened closely, most just gawked and stared.

The castle walls were carved similarly to the stronghold of the Tao, but merged into the walls of the wound in the mountain more closely than even their mountaintop home. The gate was of wood lacquered and colored tangerine, reinforced with steel and stone. It'd be quite difficult to breech by mundane means, but you had gunpowder, if you wished to, these walls would crumble as if they were made of loose silt and sand instead. But you had a purpose beyond merely claiming Bolin's head and crushing the Mao once and for all. Beyond the walls, would lie what was left of their proper army.
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>>4606552

The soldiers and warriors trained to be such, rather than the farmers and laborers who now stood watching your back as if you were a Qilin descended from the heavens themselves.

They would be the perfect test to measure yourself against.

"MAO BOLIN AND HIS DOGS! LIEREN HAS COME TO YOUR WALLS! THE DEVIL YOU FEAR! THE BLADE IN THE FOG, THE ENEMY OF YAN AND THE "PEOPLE" You yell as loudly as your throat will allow you to, splitting the quite of the night as you sit down and cross your legs, laughing at the insulting titles the Yan have given you "THE OGRE HIMSELF IS AT YOUR DOOR! COME COME! TAKE HIS HEAD IF YOU CAN! BEFORE HE CLAIMS YOURS!"

That, along with the passages of your Journey, should be enough to rile to sleeping boar to action, and give you a suitable challenge to overcome to be able to reach the lord of the castle himself. It was foolish, to seek to battle half an army alone. But not knowing how far your limits lay ahead, how much further you could push your body and skills, was even more foolish still.

Sliding your palms over each other, you close your eyes as you level your hands over your stomach, and pace your breath. Your twin hearts slow to a crawl, barely beating as you ready yourself for the storm that is about to wash over you. You cannot allow yourself to be bested this night, you have given yourself the perfect chance to truly utilize all of your strength and potential. The words become a mantra in your mind.

You cannot lose. No barriers or restrictions. Use all of your strength and might, Lieren.

The gates begin to raise, followed by the thundering of well over a thousand pairs of feet. Your enemy, your challenge. Clasping your hands together, you stretch your fingers and crack your knuckles as you stand and open your eyes.

Before you lies an army, what remains of the warriors and soldiers of Mao, to your back lies their terrified and confused levies.

You breath out and clap your hands together again. Lanterns dance above the armored warriors, their spears and swords glowing by their fire.

They're all that stands in the way between you and Mao Bolin. So they must die.

How do you cut your way through the forces before you, Lieren?
> Cut them down without hesitation, making an effort to spare the virtuous and righteous as you carve a path through the bodies
>Make a point to not use any true weapon, your fists should be enough to deal with them, test your might
>Do not kill any of them, test your agility and grace by plucking the weapons from their hands and dodging their strikes
>Test your endurance and durability, march forward and allow them to strike you with their blades and spears.
>Write in?
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>>4606554
>Make a point to not use any true weapon, your fists should be enough to deal with them, test your might
>Walk calmly to Mao Bolin's, only dispatching those foolish enough to try and halt your march
Let's hope they get the message here.
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>>4606554
>Test your endurance and durability, march forward and allow them to strike you with their blades and spears.
>Write in?
Repeat the versus of your Journey, let their hearts be enlighted. Defeat them with the power of you gaze, potency of your voice, and the strength that is your resolve.
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>>4606567
> Cut them down without hesitation, making an effort to spare the virtuous and righteous as you carve a path through the bodies
This option kinda implies that some that try to stop us might not be all that bad. What do you think?
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>>4606554
>>Make a point to not use any true weapon, your fists should be enough to deal with them, test your might
time to learn some self trained kung-fu
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>>4606586
I think if we go the agility route we might have a revelation in regards to the Carp style. Hell, it might even become a new style altogether if we really learn something from this.
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Perhaps I'm worrying over nothing. I suppose casualties are unavoidable in war.

Anyone know any primarchs that engage exclusively or mainly with their fists? The only one that comes to mind is Guilliman that one time in space.
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>>4606590
I dunno. These choices feel like we might be determining if we're gonna be mostly a STR, Unarmed, Agility, or Endurance build or at least understand our own limits in regard to those.
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>>4606597
which path do you choose?
>the sword
>the shield
>the wand
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>>4606554
>>Make a point to not use any true weapon, your fists should be enough to deal with them, test your might
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>>4606554
>Cut down any who try to harm you without hesitation. Try our best to spare the virtue.
>Disarm the peasantry
>Write in: Continue to preach the journey as we work, this should scare them shirtless.
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>>4606616
You know what, fuck it. I replace cut down without effort for testing our might.

We are here to be tested, let us test.
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>>4606620
So maximum violence against everything?
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>>4606554
>>Make a point to not use any true weapon, your fists should be enough to deal with them, test your might
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>>4606554
>Make a point to not use any true weapon, your fists should be enough to deal with them, test your might
Use our feet as well for our whole body is as a weapon
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>>4606554
>Make a point to not use any true weapon, your fists should be enough to deal with them, test your might
I want to test all of them but this is a good start.
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>>4606622
Not quite, we're not monsters.

But use our body until we must resort to our weapons to make this easier.
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>>4606554
>>Make a point to not use any true weapon, your fists should be enough to deal with them, test your might
>>Do not kill any of them, test your agility and grace by plucking the weapons from their hands and dodging their strikes
Go for nerve clusters, we on some Ty Lee shit.
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>>4606554
>>4606554
>>Do not kill any of them, test your agility and grace by plucking the weapons from their hands and dodging their strikes

The scared Lord depopulated the lands of menfolk after he lost his army.
Killing to many of them will be ensuring these lands get some very interesting times ahead.
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>>4606554
>Make a point to not use any true weapon, your fists should be enough to deal with them, test your might
>Do not kill any of them, test your agility and grace by plucking the weapons from their hands and dodging their strikes
No need to kill conscripts and levys
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>>4606554
>Do not kill any of them, test your agility and grace by plucking the weapons from their hands and dodging their strikes
This sounds like a good test, we need to be pretty fast. Plus, they're just farmers goddamnit, we NEED to reign in our BLOODLUST.
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>>4606554
>Do not kill any of them, test your agility and grace by plucking the weapons from their hands and dodging their strikes
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>>4606554
>Make a point to not use any true weapon, your fists should be enough to deal with them, test your might
>Do not kill any of them, test your agility and grace by plucking the weapons from their hands and dodging their strikes
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>>4606554
>Make a point to not use any true weapon, your fists should be enough to deal with them, test your might
>Do not kill any of them, test your agility and grace by plucking the weapons from their hands and dodging their strikes
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>>4606554
>Make a point to not use any true weapon, your fists should be enough to deal with them, test your might
>Do not kill any of them, test your agility and grace by plucking the weapons from their hands and dodging their strikes.

We are here for the MAXIMUM difficulty mode. Putting all the handicaps we can while going nonlethal is just too good, the options also have good sinergy: testing our might is both endurance, strenght and dexterity. Nonlethal and dodging is dexterity, agility and speed. We are basically doing the shonen training right there.
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>>4606843
I utterly oppose letting them hit us. That's going beyond "testing" into retardation
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>>4606554
>>Make a point to not use any true weapon, your fists should be enough to deal with them, test your might
>>Do not kill any of them, test your agility and grace by plucking the weapons from their hands and dodging their strikes.
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>>4606860
To be fair Lieren has been hit by acid breath that can slag steel and melt people into puddles of goo and came out with only mild burns. There’s also a type of body tempering called the “iron jacket” training that requires you to get hit.
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>>4606843
>We are basically doing the shonen training right there.
A 40k anime series following a space marine or inquisitor just trying to do his duty with no grander narrative in the style of Akira Kurosawa is not something that I knew I wanted.
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>>4606865
While fair about our durability, it is far too reckless to employ here, not to mention the sort of image it presents for future stories/our cat protege's when we return to them.

If we get cut, we get cut. But lets not deliberately get cut to shit without trying to avoid it.
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>>4606860
The point is to not get hit pal...
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>>4606867
Again, I ask you to read my post more carefully:
>Nonlethal and dodging
>dodging
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>>4606882
I must have mistook your statement of "ALL HANDICAPS" to include the power and drive option.
My mistake anon.
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>>4606886
No problem. What I'm aiming for is MAX technical difficulty and artificial "strain" upon our body and mind. Lieren can kill all of the Mao's remaining army in a single day by himself, but it would be so trivial that we could replicate the same result by running for a day while swinging our sword at imagined foes, like a mental simulation that we engeneer to be as difficult to beat as possible, accompanied with us making the moves like it was real combat. The same goes for the endurance part, we can ask our men to attack us or just run nonstop until we collapse, lift until we collapse, etc. If we ask our men to fight us to the death, they'll either refuse or try and fail to go for the kill due to being our bros. This people are scared and think we are a demonic ogre, they will flail around unpredicticably (reinforces carp style and our reflexes and quick improvisation as a whole) and go for the kill viciously (makes our body and mind take this seriously at all levels, be it conscious or subconscious). If, on top of that we handicap ourselves by removing the many combat options that our weapons give us and further limit our options by going nonlethal against armed foes, we'll have to rely and improve upon our raw might, skill and intelligence while training practically everuthing we can train with such a fight. I aim for maximum gains while making our legend greater and making the Mao's entire army Nope the fuck out and join us without excessive violece.
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>>4606893
Oh yeah, our marines will definatley be used as advanced scouts pulling the playbook of genestealers but with propaganda and inciting coups, insurrection or revolts and totally not '' our'' flets coming in as peacekeepers to garrison shit and sign the Imperial part of the world joining up.
Hell we might become the most politically connected legion and probably have some friendly rivalry with lorgars for doing this shit after conquest while with Alphas for being compelety focused on the covert part and not on the big picture.

Probably have companies of Astartes on rogue traders and dump a squad on most worlds they visit to prepare them for joining up.
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>>4606860
You do realize an unarmored space marine can shrug off autogun rounds? Which, by that comparison a primarch can probably shrug off autocannon bullets?
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>>4606554
>Do not kill any of them, test your agility and grace by plucking the weapons from their hands and dodging their strikes

and >>4606567's
>Walk calmly to Mao Bolin's, only dispatching those foolish enough to try and halt your march
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>>4606914
>Behold, the Primarch Face team
>Lorgar, working the masses
>Leiren, swaying the papers and simple folk
>Alpharius & Omegon, working the shadows

>>4606843
Changing my vote to support whatever you got going for you.
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>>4606916
While it's probably true, letting them do it just because we can is stupid. Stupid and ineffecient.
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>>4606939
Not necessarily. If Mortarian can get away with it, theres no reason we cant tank most hits.
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>>4606957
I'm not saying we are UNABLE to tank hits, I'm saying that purposefully injuring our body for no gain is inefficient and stupid.

Cutting ourselves through the use of our enemies serves us for nothing and just ruins any appearance we have for the stories that will be told from this event. That we emerged bloodied and with our clothes utterly wrecked.
Or do you have some reasoning that injuring ourself is beneficial?
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>>4606957
Mortarion is nurgleboy and also lived in a world where the air was more dangerous than bolter rounds. As I said, we can do endurance training when we have nothing to lose. Right now we need to focua on winning while getting all the training we can.
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>>4606960
>emerged blooded
More like unscathed. Again this is a primarch we're talking about. I'm not say we should start tanking hits. I'm saying that regardless if we're hit or not none of their weapons will even penetrate skin.
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>>4606973
Nah, we have actually been bloodied by mortal weapons. Arrows cut our skin when we defended Dai and some vishnu mercs did cut our skin with their blades earlier.

We are not invincible, just retardedly durable
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>>4606983
I don't recall that ever happening. Give quote?
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>>4607108
He’s talking about an arrow that scratched Lieren while forgetting that Lieren has tanked worse than an arrow.
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>>4607108
Arrows
>The arrows shatter against your puffed out chest. The tip of the iron head's dull or bounce off the steel you wear. A few fall a bit further back, and strike against your face, leaving thin and shallow cuts upon your cheeks before the arrows' haft shattered or glanced away.
And
>Your hair lifts up as it passes through and under it. Releasing your grip upon your Guandao, you raise your left hand and pluck the last arrow out of the air, catching it between two fingers.
>It had a malformed feather as its fletching, explaining its delayed arrival. You blink and look upon the archers veiled by fog. The front line of them are reacting now to the failure of their attempted murder, reaching back to notch another arrow in their bow's string. By instinct and muscle memory, their eyes are filled with pure terror as they realize that you were able to react quickly enough to foil their assassination attempt, only sustaining scrapes and scratches for their efforts.

That's from the second thread. I was wrong about the mercs, we cut them to ribbons because they refused to stop moving while there was the physical ability to do so.
But yeah, our body can be damaged and it behooves us to remember this. If our steel was still intact, then we could afford to be lax and suffer nothing.
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So I think the votes are leaning toward speed and might so I think Lieren will start off with dodging all attacks towards him until the army is tired then strike down all of the wicked amongst him with his full unbridled might, maybe even tear apart Mao’s castle with his bare hands.
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>>4607249
More or less? Punch, dodge, punch holes in walls for shits and giggles. I'm ok with anything so long as we're not excessively killing people, people who are virtuous, or peasants.
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>>4607258
We could invent a style that would utilize swipes and the fact that we could break someone's femur between two fingers. or as some might say a.... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FDNTSdoMz8w&ab_channel=damirtennis
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Speaking of >>4607263, if there's one thing that Malal gives us free of charge, I'd greatly appreciate it to be a group of Remembrancers who're just the Wu Tang Clan.
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>>4607263
I suppose there's no reason to not know more than one type of martial arts style.

>>4607268
Remembrancers?
Wu Tang Clan? What are all these?
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>>4607276
rememberancers is a late-game term for anybody of the rememberancer order. Poets, archaeologists, singers and other artists who's job it is to REMEMBER the great crusade for future peoples to look back on.
They are widely hated by the crusade fleet, because they get everywhere and make some. . . political situations a bit too clear.

Wu tang, got no clue man.
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>>4607276
>not knowing what a Remembrancer is
Literally the chapter’s historians.
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>>4607276
>>4607281
see >>4607263
Our crusade will be immortalized in sick verse.
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>>4607287
Rap is a valid form of rememberance.
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>>4607288
Rap is the fecal matter of music genres.
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>>4607288
Once Upon a Time in Shangrala becomes a beloved book of hymns, I can see it.
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>>4607281
>Wu tang, got no clue man.
A collection of the deadliest word-smiths dedicated to the rhythm and rhyme.
>>4607293
You can just say you know nothing about the genre.
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>>4607305
>Literally shit talks Daemons so bad they commit sudoku
I'm starting to warm up to the idea.
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>>4607305
>You can just say you know nothing about the genre.
I know enough, also Wu Tang isn’t rap.
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>>4607313
Wu Tang is Hip-Hop. One of the 4 major elements of Hip-Hop is rapping.
They rap on every track. What the fuck are you on about?
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>>4607268
>Remembrancers who're just the Wu Tang Clan.
I absolutely want that
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>>4607314
When people talk about “rap” as a genre they mean the modern shit that abandoned everything good about hiphop. Rap is literally just poetry that isn’t sung, while it can be applied well for the most part is shit unless it’s attached superior music style and is pretty low effort shit in general which is my bigger problem with.
Besides Mantras are superior.
https://youtu.be/zwTGyO3MdP4
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Is no one going to comment on the opening line of "Tiger Style" and the fact that we have a group of Tiger people to train and make civilized?

What i was trying to say with the song is that we can invent a martial arts style that designed for the Tiger Peoples physiology

https://blackbeltwiki.com/tiger-claw#:~:text=To%20use%20this%20technique%2C%20martial,pressure%20points%20during%20this%20strike.
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>>4607340
I feel like creating an entire style around a species that's gonna be non-existent within a generation isn't the way to go.
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>>4607343
why will they be non-existent in a generation?
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>>4607344
I guess it depends on how things go.
Either way they're definitely not gonna be allowed to breed once the Emperor gets here.
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>>4607343
>non-existent within a generation
Did I miss something? Is this based on a assumption that they’ll no longer be tiger people since they won’t live near all that warpstone anymore
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>>4607345
Perhaps they'll be the first point of contention between us and dad. Wonder how it'll go.
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>>4607340
Amusingly enough that would lend credence retroactively to the play where Lieren clawed a bandit to death from a distance.
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>>4607345
>>4607348
This talk about our future disagreements with Big E has me wondering, how long do you guys think until he arrives to Shangrala? Lieren’s been around for around 3-5ish years if I’m not mistaken
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>>4607345
But the Emperor is chill with abhumans.
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>>4607345
These tiger people seem like a near perfect abhuman strain, though. Stronger than regular humans on average, not obscenely grotesque, not chaos-tainted...they're Felinids, but better.
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>>4607343
We only need 50 of them to avoid inbreeding. 500 to avoid genetic drift.

Generally speaking, I doubt there are less than 50 tiger children.
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>>4607365
Something like 285, I think.
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>>4607365
See
>>4603610
>You sat down before them, smiling calmly while being careful not to show your teeth and accidentally threaten this pack of children. A total of two hundred and eighty five.
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>>4607374
>>4607375
Then they're safe. Genetic Drift is less of an "sure" thing as much as it's a chance. With almost 300, there's a good chance the Tiger People will be able to survive.

Honestly, the Shangrala army seems to be lining up to be quite interesting. Chinese Guardsmen, Big Toddy Amazon Guardswomen, Tiger Guardsmen...
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>>4607377
Big Tiddy*
Though Amazons with Toddy sounds absolutely great too
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>>4605046
Support
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>>4607377
>>4607378
We also aren't even remotely done conquering the planet.
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>>4607377
I think we picked out homeworld well, Voormis is the only other one I found nearly as interesting. We also haven't found any of the archeotech that makes this fucking fog, that'll be something to look out for. Consider this a threadly reminder to be on the lookout for places where a write-in could uncover a secret of Shangrala.
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>>4607384
Carib would have been interesting and more adventure focused.
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>>4607362
Maybe shangrala is where felinids came from originally
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>>4607392
Canonically speaking, felinids are from Carlos McConnell.
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>>4607393
Clearlt Carlos wanted genetically modified catgirls.
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>>4607387
I also think that an pirate king lieren would have been interesting. I wonder what his Nakama™ would have been loke
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>>4607387
>>4607395
I hope the possibility of a pirate primarch lives on in the 11th. It's a niche that needs to be filled tactically and Malal's sacred number is infamously 11. Maybe he spirited away him too.

>>4607394
He's a mad eccentric, I wouldn't be surprised.
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>>4607378
>big Toddy
>Todd Howard with tits
KILL IT KILL THIS IMAGE FROM THIN MIND!!!!
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>>4607412
CLOSE YOUR EYES BROTHER, I'LL QUICKLY DEAL WITH THIS SLAANESHY INFLUENCE [Proceeds to beat the psyker with a heavy bolter and then BLAM him]
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>>4607434
BROTHER MY EYE'S, MY EEEEEEEEYEEEE-
>Hello there how are you doing, Todd Howard here. Let me tell you something about Bethesda Studios.
>When we think about games, we think about worlds, and the choices you can make, the stories you create and tell yourself. We have a game, more than any game that we've ever done, where the choices are yours, where you'll decide what happens. You'll decide the heroes, and you'll decide the villains.
>And that game, is Fallout 76
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>>4607445
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Alright calling the vote now

Make a point to fight unarmed, test your might: 13
Walk calmly to Mao Bolin, only dispatching those foolish enough to halt your march: 2
Test your endurance and durability by allowing yourself to be hit:1
Repeat verses of your journey and let their hearts be enlightened: 2
Do not kill any of them, test your agility and grace by disarming them:10

Total votes: 19

Alright, so Lieren shall test his might against steel, fighting unarmed. and test his agility and speed by challenging himself not to take any lives except Mao Bolin's this night.

Writing now
Also, those of you guessing a second style would join the carp.
Guess what?

>>4606866
I'd kill if it'd make that anime a reality

>>4607263
>>4607268
>>4607276
>>4607281

funnily enough, I sometimes listen to Wu tang clan while writing updates, actually. one of the many bands I have on a line up to help me write. Been partial to the Asura's wrath soundtrack for battles, and of course. Bury the light.

>>4607395
https://youtu.be/fkXnLatevJU here's a glimpse into one of the possibilities of Carib 2nd
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>>4607450
reminds me of this thing that was made in the second thread, I believe
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>>4607462
dammit
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>>4607457
>https://youtu.be/fkXnLatevJU
God, we'd be such bros with Russ if we went with pirate primarch.
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>>4607457
>Tiger Style
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>>4607516
>Implying we won't develop and teach the Fog Panther Fist to all who wish to learn.
God imagine the beast men with a style like that. double the arms for double the strikes.
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>>4607517
What would the Fog Panther style even be?
I guess the obvious answer would be basing it off of Fog Panther movments and Lieren's hunting methods
>efficiency in movement to conserve energy
>fast and powerful linear strikes based on spear movement
>attacks to blood vessels and tendons to cripple opponents
>attacking from superior positions and stealth if possible
>numerous blood chokes and joint locks for submission
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>>4607522
I'd also imagine a focus on striking from multiple angles or adding another strike on the return. Sorta like how musashi's sword style emphasized a strike on the return stroke.
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>>4607525
I'm basing my suggestions off of stuff Lieren's done in the past and how he's been shown to fight in his element, but those aren't terrible suggestions.
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>>4607528
My apologies, your method seems more appropriate. I was mostly concerned for leveraging the advantages of our newfound wards. Maybe found a monastic order down the road to train some warrior monks.
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>>4607529
I figure our wards would need a style all their own, not that the proposed Fog Panther style wouldn't be effective in their hands.
I do feel like whatever style they hypothetically create should definitely leverage their claws, fangs, and extra arms.
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>>4607522
If we were to distill what our tactic so far is into a martial arts style we would be:
>act defensively in order to learn your opponents abilities
>look for weaknesses in the approach
>find weakness
>exploit weakness

we said we couldn't kill people, that doesn't mean we can't disable them via pressure points. and once you put claws on those hands it becomes much more deadly.
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>>4607532
Perhaps we could develop a method to strengthen the fingers alongside having the option in the style to have the fingers out or folded flat to the hand. lethal and non-lethal as it were.
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>>4607534
>Perhaps we could develop a method to strengthen the fingers
Another point on the Roah chart then since him and his brother have a method just for that.
2 Finger push-ups, and a fucking lot of em.
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>>4607544
https://youtu.be/wn6qdsZcTTU
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>>4607546
We said non-lethal GAWT DAMMIT
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>>4607552
It can be nonlethal, but it could also he extremely lethal. No reason why we cant go for both.
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Will we unify the planet before papa E shows up?

Also how do you think he'll show up as? and what will he do when he does?
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However, killing would be easy for you. You have became well trained in the art of ending lives, to the degree that doing so can come as naturally as breath or blinking to you now. A side effect of plotting and calculating the demise of men like Ling, Fu, and Liwei for a not insubstantial period of your life upon shangrala. See the first man to the gate, charging so boldly and bravely to his almost certain demise, fills your thoughts with equations and images, detailing how you could, with a single strike preformed the base of your palm and wrist, break his spine and cut of the flow of air to his lungs. It'd be easy, as it was to crush the neck of Tao Song, or take Cui Fu's head, or the many other ways you've scourged the sinful and cleansed the cruel from rhe face of your home.

It'd be easy, and thus, not a challenge that could even remotely push your body to the limits. With a heavy enough swing you could cave the young man's head in with the Tanggu resting at your feet, or with a solid kick, shatter the entirety of his ribcage by kicking the instrument into his chest. But that'd be as challenging as it'd be to pluck a flower, or catch an insect as it dances around your head, as easy as rolling a stone into a pond, or grinding rice grains into flour.

A bloodbath would not be a challenge, all that slaughtering the men rushing towards you would accomplish was create a grisly scene. You would not learn anything, and the men couldn't learn anything. It'd be another pointless waste of life, one you now were adamant in avoiding.

Craning your neck back, you glance to the stars floating in the heaven, turning the thoughts of killing flooding your mind instead to a more nonlethal approach, where you could truly test the might of your limbs against steel and your speed and agility against a storm of iron.

And, almost humorously, you find your answer in one of your earliest preys. A method you had long set aside in favor of spears, staffs, swords and Guandaos. The lesson taught to you at your birth, by your favored prey, the devourers of men. The Fog Panther itself. There movements had long inspired your own, and the methods you employed to hunt men and beast alike.

But before now, you had not realized how you could, with your bare hands, use movements of the beasts in battle, outside of quick killing strikes. For you had no claws, and had no wish to dig your teeth into the neck of your fellow man. Much to barbaric, but inspiration has come, from your half beast wards. They have shown you what a mingling of Feline and Man looks like, how they move, how they react and strike. With the rapidity of your strikes and the force behind them, the style would still be quite deadly, as it would be in the hands of a more mundane master.
Cont
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>>4607583
>Also how do you think he'll show up as? and what will he do when he does?
It goes one of two ways
>He arrives and clouds the skies of our home with warships while demanding a parley with Lieren
or
>He appears as a hermit of unknown origin and wanders into Nothing to discuss philosophy with Lieren
No inbetween.
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>>4607587

These movements could then be combined with several motions and strikes that can be translated from manufactured weapons to bare hands and half balled fists, to round out the weaknesses and deficiencies of movements and attacks inherent to such a wild form of combat.

A reflection of Lieren, in someway, as the Carp's style and dance were reflections of your brother, Jinhai. The controlled fury and calculating strike, to the Carp's serene grace and fluid form. From elegance, to nimble power. As a Carp swims in the cold stream, the Panther stalks and strikes within the fog.

Raising your hands up, you clench them, half closing them to mimic claws with your fingers and the nails topping them. Letting out a breath, you turn your eyes back to the bravest of Mao's men, his eyes wide with fury and fear. The translation of Feline movements to those of a man's had been finished, finally completed by unknowing assistance of your students. With a confident smirk, you put the new crafted method of combat into action.

It was easy to do, after all, you had hunted many panthers. The way their limbs moved and their muscles twitched had become ingrained into your mind so deeply it had soaked into your very bones.

A spear head, stabbed up at a sharp angled, aimed for the throat. With but two swipes of your hand, the wooden pole is rendered to naught but dust and splinters. The man stumbles backward, reaching for a knife fastened along his belt.

There is no veil of chain or iron plate fastened to protect his neck, bending all but the first three fingers of your right hand, you reach out and grasp the carotid artery that is the shallowest in his neck. The same way you prefer to kill panthers, and the beasts themselves prefer to end their prey. However, you do not reach deeper into his neck to pinch the second artery. And the sheer terror you have inspired with your rapid movements and imposing frame, keeps his peers away from you as you hold him there.

The man's eyes bulge, but begin to cloud and become distant as the insufficient flow of blood begins to addle his body's functions, including that of his brain. With a quick jab of your left thumb, you bruise a nerve cluster in his neck, it is a suitable shock to render him unconscious considering the now weakened state of his body and consciousness. The Man's jaw goes slack and his legs crumple. You let him fall, releasing your grip around his neck.

Rolling your neck, to loosen the muscles inside and keep it from feeling stiff, you ball your hands into fists and step forward, shooting out your pointer and middle finger like the tips of a spear or claws of a cat. And stand still for a moment, before the terrified foes decide it is better to die fighting than it is too run away.

Fortunate for them, only the blood of boars will stain your hands this night. At least, so long as they did not live as bandits to return to their master's side.
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>>4607589

You catch one of the men's wrist between your two fingers, and then grab and bend it with the rest of them, gripping it tightly and digging your nails into the nerves along his arm.

It goes limp as its owner shrieks in agony, a deeper press and his wrist would begin bleeding terrible and become nonfunctional if the wound is deepened further. The next, you strike with a quick but powerful flick of your arm, striking with the tips of your fingers first followed shortly by the palm of your hand. The target was the tendon within the man's shoulder. It falls limp as his eyes widen, as you release the first and let him crumple to his knees in pain. The man's eyes flick to his limb, that refuses the commands his nerves send to it, the insubordinate limb hanging limply at his side.

He starts to groan, to shocked to cry out in pain. With a swift sweep of your leg, his foot is knocked out from beneath him, his ankle either bruised or twisted, it'd be completely shattered if you had unleashed the full extent of your might against it. Letting out a breath, you rotate your arms through air, drawing rough circles with both of your hands as you lower your stance, dropping your legs and shoulders to adopt a more hunched posture. Like a panther about to pounce. Your left arm you pull back further, palm exposed and fingers curled like claws. The right you keep open, fingers clenched and held together.

The first three men through the gate are now at your feet, in varying levels of consciousness and pain. Of course your reactions far outstrip the ordinary man's but what is there limit? You try to answer it, by using your left "claw" hand to attempt to gauge the time it takes between you seeing a threat and reacting to it. In this time the massed spears of ten men. Each movement is efficient, not a single calorie of energy is wasted, You strike and then pull your hand back, stopping it.

It wastes the momentum but maintains your energy and allows you spring another strike quickly after another, basing the spears heads away and gripping them loosely, allowing you to adjust your grip upon them before digging your nails into the pole and pulling them free of their wielders' hands. Utilizing the momentum of their own attacks to aid in disarming them. The now weaponless men turn to flee, but you bring them to their knees, by bruising their joints and tendons with your "Spear" hand, as well as pinching the nerve clusters and veins running beneath their arms and legs. It'd be easy to cripple them, if you so wished to, with this method.

One is so bold as to strike you as you're bringing his comrade to the knee, you simple ball your "Claw" hand into a full fist, and when he is but a step away and inches from driving the tip of his blade under your ribs, you strike him in the throat with a punch that traveled such a short distance it must look as though you had simply stolen than man's breath through some sorcerous means.
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>>4607590

He doesn't fall immediately though, so you press into his kidneys with a spear point formed of your thumb, pointer and middle fingers.

That's enough to turn him to a man shaped puddle, clutching his gut and crying out to the night air, tears rolling down his eyes. There is potential for that to be a lethal strike, if the "Spearpoint" was stabbed but a little deeper.

With the back of your hand, your throw the locks of iron hair that have fallen in front of your eyes and shake your head, throwing off the sweat and rain that has began to fall around you. Then, walking forward, more men gather around you, hoping their weight in numbers will overwhelm you, who stands so clearly as their superior in single combat and physical prowess.

"Come, let me test my mettle against your steel" You laugh, beckoning them onwards with a hand pressed into a "Claw" once again "It'll be a fine measure of my ability and yours, let us see the heights to which we can both climb with effort, shall we?"

The style you are piecing together, is very much different from the Carp style invented and pioneered by Jinhai, that has become prevalent among both your guards and hunting companions. As expected, while it lacks the fluidity of the carp, it makes up with it with devastating strikes supplement with speed and agility.

The sway you employ with this method of fighting is more rigid than the carp dance but it allows you to utilize more solid and linear strikes, rather than the flowing curves and almost flowing assault employed with the dance, they share the speed of course, but use it to different ends. The Carp, when one is trained in its dance, utilizes balance alongside speed and agile movements to allow one to attack from unexpected angles and suddenly, but it is more defensive in nature.

The Carps dance is meant to avoid attacks before retaliating, that is the purpose of its speed and grace. While The Panther, uses such natural tools to supplement its attack. Aggression versus passivity, offense over defence. They could perhaps be combined, some of the panther's movements with the carps dance, but the energy required to launch one of the strikes in this style would perhaps waste too much energy when combined with the dance, and upset the flow of the carp.

But what about the pinches, grips and holds? That would require testing itself, which could wait after you had laid the foundations for the Fog Panther style itself.
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<Account of surviving Mao soldier, spoken and recorded in the the fading days of the Yan Kingdom>

The Giant was like a living incarnation of battle. Unarmored and without even a dagger at his side, he had moved through my brothers in arms as if he was batting down paper puppets. But he was no brute, I had the fortune of standing at the far end of the courtyard when he came for my lord, Mao Bolin's head.
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>>4607591

He moved almost like, well it will sound strange to you I am sure, but he moved like a cat pawing at a field mouse at times, and at others, used his arm like a spear or dagger.

With my own eyes I saw him buckle a solid plate of steel with an open palm, and then, seemingly to simply show off, punch a row of holes into the walls of Mao castle! Yes yes, I know that play is ridiculous, but I saw it with my own eyes, like a clam catcher digging holes on the bank of the river! He was so unthreatened by us, he walked as if he was in a field of flower, he dodged and let men run themselves so ragged they nearly drowned in their own sweat, then he'd strike, like a viper or panther.

I saw him break the strongest man of my own villages arm like it was a twig, it was incredible to witness, I had heard stories and hear them still. But to see Lieren in battle with your own eyes is as terrible as it is beautiful. Even standing alone against over a thousand men, that serene air that flowed around him did not vanish or fade away, it was as if it were second nature to him.

With a swipe of his palm, a man in full armor would be put to the ground, clutching a great bruise upon his leg or arm. And he'd be one of the lucky ones, with pokes, prods and punches, I saw him hit men in their sides or bellies and send them on their backs, were they could not rise for weeks, their urine running red as blood! It was terrible, like an ogre crawled out of hell itself, or a tiger put in a human body. I myself couldn't move nor look away, it was like a work of art, as if one of the celestials themselves had come down, and painted me a picture of brutality mingled with grace.

I was there the day Lieren tore down Mao castle, outside of that student of his who took down that fool who styled himself king of the mountain some years ago and the Giant himself, I perhaps know the most of that renowned Fog Panther style, for I saw it being born with my own eyes.

And see how it was altered with each man Lieren bested, in an instant he'd find their weakness and create a new move or alter one I had seen before. The locks and blood pinches, the crippling strikes and tearing palm. I witnessed their initial refinement and all other parts of that style. And, being the smart man I am, realized I had no chance against a man who had shed but a few drops of blood for all of my comrades effort.

So I threw my spear down and ran for the gates, praying to all the courts the giant would not see me, he of course did but, he left me leave unmolested.
<Boisterous laughter>

I only learned he had killed not a single man that night when I came across two of them at a nearby inn, covered in more bandages that closed, still bruised like ripe plums. Though perhaps it'd have been kinder to kill them, I heard his strikes were more agonizing than the cauldrons of hell themselves.
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>>4607593

Lord Mao? What happened to lord Mao that night? Well, I took one look back as I fled out of that canyon, and what I saw was...
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You stand alone in a fresh ruin, all the men of Mao's army that had been foolish enough to attack you from within the walls of his crumbling and shattered home.

Clenching a bleeding fist, you reflect on the extent of your strength and looking over the field of unconscious or agonized men before you, their weapons broken or tossed to the ground out of their reach, you continue calculating your reaction time and thus you maximum speed. Your arms, leg and chest are sore with the effort you put your body through.

That aching is joined with the pain caused by few shallow cuts and scrapes you had endured against your many foes. Many of them were too novice to hope to even strike your skin, but a few had potential. For even the great Cui Fu only struck you once. You'd have to talk with those men later, and offer them a chance to join your own forces. If they had all attacked at once instead of gawking or watching frozen with fear, they may have had a chance to stop you.

Luckily however, they were too disorganized to rally an effective assault and attack you as one, but rather surround you in groups of at most twenty at a time, hustling and pushing their own comrades to try and get away or get closer to you. If they had any man leading them, it would've been your loss. But, as expected, the Mao have no generals worthy of the title left, so you battled against rabble instead of a proper army.

A shame, it meant you had to test your strength against stone rather than steel, outside of snapping a few blades and buckling armor.

Now all that was left, was to find Mao Bolin and sever the Boar's head at last. then, all that would remain to threaten your army would be the Xue and Kang, who would soon be dealt with by your generals.

Even if the Kang and Xue remain active in the war, they will have no true army left to muster against your forces, and that will leave the Yan and their Northern Yin dogs. If your generals fight well and win their battles as overwhelming as they did at the start of this year's spring. It'd be best if the Xue and Kang were completely crushed, rather than scattered or merely retreated, and there was of course, the possibility of defeat to consider.

You shook your head, and emptied it of thoughts as you walked up the stairs leading to the castle proper. This was, after all, not the time to worry about such things. There was a swine you needed to catch, after all.

What do you about the Mao Problem, Lieren?
>Judge Mao Bolin and his kin, and spare the virtuous and untainted
>Simply hang Bolin outside of his castle and return to your forces
>Show Bolin exactly how wicked he is, and give him the choice between merciful death or the suffering of living with such knowledge
>Gather the few men you deem as virtuous among his staff, and allow them to judge their former master
>Write in?
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>>4607594
>Judge Mao Bolin and his kin, and spare the virtuous and untainted
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>>4607594
>Show Bolin exactly how wicked he is, and give him the choice between merciful death or the suffering of living with such knowledge
>Gather the few men you deem as virtuous among his staff, and allow them to judge their former master
But can he be redeemed?
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>>4607594
>Judge Mao Bolin and his kin, and spare the virtuous and untainted
Hang Bolin, judge the rest and spare who we can.
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>>4607594
>>Judge Mao Bolin and his kin, and spare the virtuous and untainted

Also can We get a map to see where we are?
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>>4607594
>>Judge Mao Bolin and his kin, and spare the virtuous and untainted
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>>4607594
>>Judge Mao Bolin and his kin, and spare the virtuous and untainted
Literally just invented Panther (really similar to tiger style in our world) Kung Fu
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Should we really straight up kill him when we put in the effort for Tao?
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>>4607628
Yes. This man is a coward and a personal friend of the former lord of Gao, as well as lady corpse and the fat toad.
He is of no possible redemption, just like the lord of the Tao. His family may he a different story.

>Judge Mao Bolin and his kin
>Show the man how wicked he is, but the sentence is death regardless.
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>>4607594
>Show Bolin exactly how wicked he is, and give him the choice between merciful death or the suffering of living with such knowledge
>Judge Mao Bolin and his kin, and spare the virtuous and untainted
I don't see why we could not show him his wickedness before judgeing him and his family.
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>>4607594

>Judge Mao Bolin and his kin
>Show the man how wicked he is, but the sentence is death regardless.
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>>4607594
>>Show Bolin exactly how wicked he is, and give him the choice between merciful death or the suffering of living with such knowledge
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>>4607594
>Judge Mao Bolin and his kin, and spare the virtuous and untainted
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>>4607593
This man sounds incredibly arrogent, thinking he knows of our style simply because he was there near conception, ignoring the great amount of refinement that it would have undergone in a few years of tempering and refinement.
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>>4607782
I think he just means that he was one of the few people that saw the style being created and probably the only one that actually watched with interest instead of getting mulched by Lieren, so he has a more unique perspective and experiences than most. Maybe he even became a follower of the style or even an Astartes.
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>>4607843
He didn't become a space marine, he's already a man when Lieren came storming through the gates.

And he may have a unique perspective on it's formation, but to "Know the most of that renowned style" speaks a little too authoritively for my tastes.
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>>4607594
>>Judge Mao Bolin and his kin, and spare the virtuous and untainted
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>>4607875
It's less a matter of arrogance than it is ignorance
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>>4607594
>>Judge Mao Bolin and his kin, and spare the virtuous and untainted
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So I’ve been wondering. Would it be possible for Lieren to erase a daemon with his soul and steal some of its power?
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>>4608124
Not as we understand it.
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>>4608124
Most likely he wouldn't do anything to daemon with his soul, it wouldn't be interesting that way
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>>4608124
He might be able to pull of a Khan and stick some soul power in any weapon he uses to harm or outright kill/banish a daemon, but the potential for Pariah blank like powers (killing warp things and growing strong from it) is a bit too far fetched at the moment. W can explore more into that once we encounter the Emperor and maybe Magnus too.
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would we get along with largo or would we hate him in some way?
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>>4608274
Can't know until we meet him.
But I take it you mean Lorgar? if so, probably not, we have a lot of philosophy to catch up on.
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>>4608275
Who knows? We'll never truly know until we get the opportunity to chat him up.
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Rolled 1 (1d6)

Rolling Leiren's benis size
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>>4608298
what a strange sense of De ja Vu
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>>4608317
Do you not roll for the size of the MC's genitals? Is there something wrong with guessing?
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>>4608324
We had this conversation earlier, it’s probably a, around, 1 meter long WMD
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>>4608388
https://youtu.be/qS69tMr_5yY
I guess it wasnt just Gulliman and Fulgrim that got some coochi.
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>>4608392
Stop. I might actually die after watch Ex-Arm.
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>>4608388
Lieren is the Chinese primarch, that means that he has the smallest dick out of all of them. Thankfully a micropenis by Primarch standards means that his dick won't cause organ damage or death and is actually an enjoyable experience, unlike that violent implement of other Primarch dicks that requires extensive training to even survive. He's probably the only pPimarch who can bone a girl not used to large insertions.
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>>4608464
>Leman laughs at Lieren for not having a 2 meters long dick.
Lieren: Well, at least I can fuck something aside of genetically augmented wolves.
Magnus: Brother, are you talking about his pets or about his sons?
[And that day, Prospero wasn't the only thing burning]
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>>4608313
We’re number one!
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>>4608482
>New Canon: Leman didn't burn Prospero because Horus ordered him too
>He burned it down because Lieren and Magnus called him a dog fucker
>That day Magnus got both his spin and sides crippled
>Some of the Marines of the Thousands Sons swear they can hear the psychic Kek's of their Gene-father to this day
>New canon Magnus is a loyalist while Leman is a traitor
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>>4608464
Chinese is a bit much. He is pretty much a ''white'' devil, only not white but golden eyed and iron haired as the striking feature. I think Lieren will probably the most fish out of water Primarch.

That weirdo we don't talk about because it only leads to arguments and headaches and the odd brawl.

Lieren is the better Lorgar, who develops his philosophies and politics from his observation of the world and humanity and not as a way to deal with his daddy issues.

Also, Magnus was consorting with proto leser deamons. Nothing Lieren will enjoy being around.
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>>4608704
I dunno, Logar is much more focused on the whole "My dad is god" aspect while Lieren is more focused on the people. Their philosophies differ from this point of divine contention, the start being above on a land where faith is all they really have and the other being grassroots, on a world where the courts are a side thought.
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Alright calling the vote now, sorry for the wait.

Judge Mao Bolin and his kin, and spare the virtuous and those untainted by his sinful ways:11
Show Bolin exactly how wicked he is: 5
Gather the few virtuous men among the Mao, and have them judge their former master:1

Total votes 13

So, Lieren will do what he usually does, Kill the wicked and depraved, and spare the virtuous and those yet uncorrupted by the noble lifestyle

Writing now
>>4607614

I think any map I could draw up would look like shit, and while I could draw a really basic one, I wanna give the best here.

I could describe where Lieren is right now, if you'd like.
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>>4608737
Just use a map making program.
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>>4608742
I still don't think I'd make a nice looking map with one of them
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Here's the chapter generator download for anyone who missed it from thread 1 and want's to throw their hat in the ring for II Legion color schemes. Or for anyone who just wants to fuck around with it. The second one is what I used to make the gradient for pic related.
https://bitbucket.org/chaptergenerator/chaptergenerator/downloads/
https://colordesigner.io/gradient-generator
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>>4607583
>Will we unify the planet before papa E shows up?
We should be able to, perhaps even colonize our solar system. It will require a few decades, mostly because after Yang is free we need to give it our reforms and marvels. And also we need to create new technologies, especially for travel in the mist. With that done and with explorers send away in expeditions for create new maps, we will be able to conquer all of Shangrila.
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>>4608767
Well if you can use antigravity you can reach space.
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I still stand by this color scheme, though I have to say it would be a shame if the blue is too good not to be included in some way so I added it to the shoulder plates.
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Here's another one
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The wooden gates that cut off the castle proper from its courtyard and outer building cracks and shatters easily beneath your hands. It was made of simple lacquered wood, set in stone walls by old iron and clay. Like breaking open a nut's shell, you break into the den of the boar with utmost ease. Now that you have a better understanding of your limits and just how far you can push your body and its inhuman strength, you walk into the stygian halls with confidence and poise, certain that no dangers to your life yet lurked in the shadows that lived here.

Your skin and the muscles beneath could endure the form of metal commonly used in tools of killing, and your reflexes were such that in a race between you and the wind the outcome was not so certain. And the bones that hide beneath your hide, could shatter stone as your hands could bend steel. Further proving the distance between the breed of man you belonged to, and that that populated Shangrala's face. How terrible an army of Primarch would be, what horrors of war they could inflict if all of them were as naturally mighty as you were.

Clench your fists, you purge such an unsettling thought from the chambers of your mind, and begin to seek the Mao family. Their home reeks foully of sin and the curse of hedonisms. The aroma that clings to every tapestry and rug that decorates their stone halls, reminds you of Gao Liwei and the pills he consumed in ever growing quantities. That most distasteful drug, one that starved the body and fevered the mind, dulling the senses. Lord Gao had become quite addicted to it in his last years of life, an addiction that had only served to heighten his paranoia and suspicions of all who served within his court.

And far beyond it. It had proven quite effective in bolstering support for your cause and weaken Gao's grip upon his lands. For all it would take is a whisper in his ear, and he'd send you after his most loyal of vassals. Utterly abhorrent, the scent of it alone fills you with revulsion and the wisps of a wrath you had thought long buried. The place, with that stench and the furs of beasts lining its halls, reminds you quite vividly of the home of the Gao. But perhaps, that was a sign that, much like the Gao line, the poison of noble arrogance and decadence had not yet reach all of this houses roots.

Daiyu after all, had proven to be sharp of wit and pure of virtue, despite the corroded loins she had sprung from. Perhaps, there would be such pearls among swine as well.

A draft passing by your ears alerts you to a hidden panel in the stone, a door that lifts into the ceiling and decends into the stone beneath, kept behind a statue of the fallen Mao Bolin, riding upon the heraldic boar of his house, a spear in one hand and a banner in the other.
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>>4608813

Small creases and gaps in the statue tells you that there is a mechanism within, a complicated and rather advance one that no doubt took wealth that could've been better used to better the land and feed its people.
A useless show of narcissism and "Splendor". How utterly distasteful. And hiding a likely escape route for the still living boars, there is no time to ponder the secrets beneath Jian's stone doppelganger and figure out the position he must stand to reveal the door behind its back. Such games are simply a waste of time, much like the device itself is a waste of resources and wealth.

With a solid kick, the hidden door is caved in, stone shattered and the pulleys and levers above and below snapped or twisted to the point of uselessness. And, then stepping from shadows to deep darkness, you enter the tunnel itself. The Mao will know no escape, as no man has, once you have decided to bring judgement upon them
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Xue De was awakened by the sound of a sharp whistle, a noise akin to the cry of a song bird local to his home territory or a certain metal flute favored by certain performers. The haze of last nights celebrations and revelries with the jade like beauties that accompanied his armies kept him docile and confused as he languished in his lavish bed, the taste of dry wine and sweet fruits upon his tongue still.

For a moment, the general wondered if perhaps it was an signal to attack, given by his enemy under the unknown banner, or his own subordinate following an order he had forgotten he had spoken last night.

These thoughts and the lingering euphoria of his carnal joys, were scattered to the winds as the ground shook with a noise like a thunderclap or devils roar. An unnatural sound that threw the General out of his bed, and sent him scrambling like a vermin for his blade, a finely crafted piece of art worth of one of his position and power.

His bed warmers screamed, almost as shrilly as the whistling that had awoken him. The Youngest of the Xue three had not even had time time to reach the flap of his tent, before another calamitous roar shook the earth. He could hear screams of men, and more of that hellish whistling. The haze of waking had been replaced by a primal terror and mindless panic. What was happening?! What was going on! what was the cause of that noise.

Xue De learned a moment later, as he saw fires spreading throughout the edges of his camp, greater craters formed in the land, and saw, high in the morning sky, stars falling upon his army. Then came the rhythmic beating, that sounded like metal drums being tapped by the hands of a strong man as wildly as possible.

Something hot and burning pierced the generals leg as he fled towards the center of his camp, hoping the rally his men and lieutenants in response to this utterly bewildering attack. He had not even had time to dress, and ran through the morning mists as nude as the day he was born
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>>4608816
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On a high hill, Tao Dandan sat, the guards and men untrusted to her by that favored brother of her lord and savior, Jinhai, watching the scene she had painted with the lives of their enemy and the truly wonderous gifts the giant had given to her.

In one of her hands, sat a fan that depicted a panther in the middle a hunt. Something she had made herself, in the other, a thin sword she used as a conductor would to continue to paint the carnage on the stage so far below her perch.

"How utterly terrifying, its as if we have birthed hell itself upon the world of the living" The man the others called Shaved head Wei said, as the reed like man to his right shivered. Dandan wonder if perhaps he felt the same glee that filled her heart now at the sight of the plumes of smoke and sea of fire that had overtaken the Xue's camp "What monsterous tools we wield"

"Monstrous?" Dandan asked softly, her eyes refusing to remove themselves from the scene before them, she was almost transfixed, her mind had clouded the moment the first incendiary shell had left its Iron Dragon and did not explode as Shan had warned it may "No no, you lack understanding, as many men do, the scene before us is not monsterous, rather"

Dandan sighed, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over her and trickle down her spine as she heard another chorus of artillery shells flying through the air and changing the face of warfare upon Shangrala with each thunderous clap.

"It is wonderous, a single woman, with a collection of steel and iron and powder, has turned an entire army into little more than minced meat!" Dandan roared joyously, her eyes enchanted by the fire and smoke as it seemed to dance before her, she couldn't even hear the screams of her victims below "They scramble like ants beneath my feet, unable to even comprehend the attack that has so scattered them. My children are not monstrous, they're wonderous, the most beautiful devices ever seen beneath the heavens"

The farmer turned deadly warrior looked at her with wide eyes, before adjusting his headband to cover his eyes. Dandan did the same, fanning herself rapidly as she began to savor the sweet song of her artillery and Gatling lines.

"Do you hear the song they sing? Of devastation and complete destruction" She cooed, opening her eyes again "Before our Benevolent teacher, such a thing would not have been possible, a woman destined to do naught but bear heirs and raise children, has become the slayer of thousands of men"

"Lieren would despise this sight" The reed man squeaked, just like a field rat caught by a fat cat.

"He'd appreciate it's efficiency, I believe, After all, one of his closest brothers ordered me to do this" Dandan said, realizing she had been smiling like a hungry jackal since the moment the first shell took to the skies. She covered her face with her selfmade fan and pulled her legs closer together.
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>>4608819

How queer, the bun she had tied into her hair had come undone, and it now flew wild past her shoulders and down her back.
Reclining upon the chair she had carried along with her collection of beautiful weapons, she raised her thin sword and swung it down.

"They're gathering what's left of their cavalry, make a grave for riders and steed alike!" She bellowed, struggling to be heard over the heavenly song of her metal children.
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"Lady Dandan is rather enthusiastic in her opening barrage, is she not?" Zian said idly to Jinhai, who stood at the front of the more usual elements of his army, spear in one hand as he gazed up to the sky, awed by the sights filling it. Of little stars being born and quickly transforming into smoke and fire.

"There'll be no battle to run if that lunatic is allowed to continue" Rong hissed through his teeth "There might not even be a hill to stand on and pick through the remains of the Xue if she doesn't stop"

"Are any of them even still alive?" Zian questioned, turning to Jinhai as if the young man had an intimate knowledge with the exact destructive power of the weapons Lieren had invented "It looks like the entire army has been smote by the hands of the court"

Jinhai frowned, adjusting his grip on his spear as he watched the skies silently. Dandan, would as expected, use all of the ammunition given to her. The position she had been placed upon, was just out of range of Xue De's own tent, if she had not lied about the reach of her Iron dragons and gatling guns. She would, without a doubt, inflict terrible casualties upon the Xue army beneath De, and grind their morale into ash along with the vast majority of their armies.

It was, as Jinhai expected it to be. Dandan had a taste for war, if she had been born a man, he had no doubt she would have fought Lieren to his last breath when he came to judge his father. And it would've been a grave waste of talent and knowledge. Dandan was to firearms as Lieren was to prosperity and battle, she was a natural genius that came only every five generations.

Jinahi knew, if she had been given the means, she would bring him victory Lieren had himself commanded him to take.

The cost of said victory, was dire. But he did not pay it in the lives of his brothers and fellow soldiers. The Xue had been prideful, and saw him as a fool, a novice. By the end of dawn, they would do anything to be kept from barrage of artillery. Even deliver Xue De to his hands.

So he may await Lieren's judgement.

"What a grotesque sight it is" Jinhai said at last, shaking his head and averting his eyes from the carnage "But it is what I had intended to occur, the moment I marched to this battle, I had already penned this scene. I planned it so as to end this battle with the least amount of causalities possible"

"I am ever glad Lieren recruited you Jinhai" Rong laughed, his single eye filled with horrified awe at the hellish sights before it
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>>4608823

"if you had remained by Gao's side, you would've been one of few who could actually challenge our brother"

"Not true" Jinhai said simply, pulling the gift lady Dandan had given to him from its place upon his waist. A queer fan shaped like the tail of brilliantly colored carp. An odd choice, but it served its purpose well.

For some reason a few of his men began to snicker, he'd have to ensure they read their copies of The Journey more thoroughly, death was never a matter to be taken lightly or jested about.

"Stand ready" he barked, turning back to his men and closing his odd fan "The signal is about to be fired, it is the last shell Dandan has within her hands"

"That's the signal!?" Rong yelled, almost offended and quite enraged by the sound of his voice

"It is the path to our victory, there will be no resistance when we march upon them" Jinhai said sadly, bowing his head as the "Song" Dandan played began to slow.
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Xue Hong looked into Yin Lei's cold eyes as tears streamed from his own. The black general had rendered his fort to mere rubble, with the sorcery taught to him by that fiendish ogre. There was no light within them, except the glow of disgust and spite. Hong had been stripped of his armor, his weapons and even his clothes as he road out of his fort to ride to his Brother Liang's army. Now he sat, shivering in the chill of the morning, in front of the Black general himself.

He was dressed in a simple uniform, dyed black, his face half casted in shadow, his beard freshly trimmed and his expression grave and hateful. He had become a zealot, like his old foe Kamal Kanan. The hatred within Hong's captor was not personal, it was righteous. Even as drunk as Hong preferred to be, the predicament he had found himself in had rendered him completely sober.

Yin saw him as naught by a stain upon the pure world he had been promised by that harlot born bastard, Lieren. There was no compassion or mercy within his eyes.

By him, stood a crooked old man, with a greying beard that had been tamed by flames, leaving its edges frayed and crisped. He was dressed in a heavy robe of strange material, like it had been soaked in wax or some similar subtance, grime and filth clung to its blackened folds. He reeked of sulphur and smoke.

Xue Hong, knew he was doomed, but as his head was pressed forward by the man behind him and his eyes met the empty eyes of one of his officers. His head has been removed.

"Please, please! Mercy! Merrrrcy!" Hong sobbed to the uncaring crowd of onlookers that have gathered around him "I beg of you lord, show me mercy! I am a father! I am a son! Would you begrieve my kin with my death, so heartlessly!?"

"I would not" Yin Lei said, confusing the fat general at his feet
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>>4608824

"at least not yet, it would be cruel to separate brothers. Were you a better man, I may have blessed you with a quick death, but your hands are as stained as mine Xue Hong. You will answer for your crimes against Yan and Her people, alongside Xue De and Xue Liang, you shallow not escape punishment with a quick death, drunkard"

Hong whimpered and bowed his head.

"My son, my son" he wailed, hoping to appease whatever remained of Yin Lie's humanity.

But only received a sharp slap to the face in return

"HOW MANY MOTHERS AND FATHERS CRIED THE SAME, WHEN YOU ABANDONED YOUR MEN TO FLEE THE FIELD! Were I not a student of the Journey, I'd slit your belly myself and strangle you with your own innards, you waste of flesh and life!" Yin Lei raged at the fat man, gripping his face between his hands tightly, painfully "But wrongs must be righted, and my path denies such base pleasures as I would gain from choking the horrid and pathetic life from your throat, fool of a serpent"

Hong cried, shaking and not daring to speak again, as the deranged man by the Black general's side walked past him and the headless corpses surrounding him.

"An entire army consigned to their deaths, because of your stupidity, I shall have you wallow in your failure, dog" Yin Lei said, spitting at Hong's feet "Come Shan, tell me, can this fort be repaired by your estimation?"

And with that, Hong was left alone with the dead, and zealots who would all see him dead if he raised his voice again. What a fate, what a cruel fate
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"DAI! DAI!" Kang Yongrui cried, as he struggled to keep seated upon his horse. The riders of Lai had found him again, just as he road to meet with his ally, and plan their destruction and the retribution for his slain men. The wound written across his flesh ached and burned as if they were fresh again. Infection no doubt, it fevered his mind and rendered his vision blurry, He'd be in death's hand for days if he survived this battle.

"DAI NUI!" He called out, as he clutched at his stomach, to ensure the weapon he had captured from the Lai rider's remained secured. He could not lose such a treasure, if he could return it to the Yan and their scholars, he could turn the tides of this war in favor of sane men and his own family.

His thoughts drifted to his father, and how proud he'd be, when his son saved the kingdom and stole the Giant's own trick to turn against the split tongued twister.

A man riding beside him fell from his horse, his head missing except for his lower jaw. Another screamed and fell from the side, being trampled by those who road behind him. Screams and the sound of those devilish tools filled the air, as his army blindly ran for the Dai Army. If they could just reach them, they'd be a force strong enough to repel or perhaps even crush the Lai.

"DAI NUI! I KANG YONGRUI HAVE COME TO AID IN RECLAIMING YOUR HOME!" Yongrui yelled merrily, all the terror and pain fleeing his body as his horse reached the edge of the Dai camp
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>>4608827

He could see Dai Nui's eyes beneath his helmet. They looked so sad...He must miss his family terribly. The poor man. His heir, Gang, stood besides him, a similar look upon the son's face the same that spread across his father's. They'd have their families returned to them.

Yongrui would be sure of it, he had not suffered so terribly to break his oath to the Dai. He would rather die than break that promise.

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"Father?" Gang asked, his voice hollow and distant, Dai Nui watched the Heir of the Kang ride towards him, swaddled in bandages and badly mended armor. At his back, the rabble that was left of his army after Lai song's harassments and lighting raids. The Young man's voice echoed in the old turtle's ears. He cried out to him as a friend, a comrade. But they stood as enemies.

the Giant met him as a friend despite being enemies at the time, even saved his life and revealed a devil in his midst. Now, he had been ordered to spit upon the face and kindness of a man who had come to save his family and lands. A bitter taste lingered on his tongue. Many men would die today. But Dai Nui had always known his duty. it'd stain his soul and turn his dreams to nightmares till perhaps the end of his days.

But he had been given his orders. The Kang would be crippled upon the shell on his back, Crushed between the Dai and the hooves of the Lai. It would be a grave dishonor, this treachery he had been made to commit.

But he was an old man, and owed a debt that could not be repaid to Lieren. If the vision that young philosopher spoke of were to be made reality, Dai Nui must commit this most foul of acts. He would march into hell himself, demean and debase himself before his rivals and enemies, if the world Lieren dreamed to create would be born of such acts.

The old general knew, he'd be remembered as a traitor and fiend, no matter which side won the war. But it was a sacrifice he was willing to bear, even if his name became disgraced and he lost all of his face, he'd endure it.

For the sake of the people and the future of his children.

"Send the signal, the men are to attack the Kang army and push them back to Lai song's forces" Dai Nui said after a few tense moments. His son looked at him, pain deep in his eyes.

"But father, your reputation, it'll be drug through the mud!" Gang hissed through his teeth

"The death of tyrants is worth any cost, my son" Nui said, snorting and holding his head high "if you cannot, give me the horn, and I shall signal our men"

"Father" Gang whispered, sorrow and grief filling his words.
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"Mao Bolin" You said emotionlessly, as the man sat before you, a bag of bones in thin skin, his veins tainted with the same substance that drove Liwei into deeper insanity "I have come to judge you and your kin, and see if any of you are salvageable and untouched by the decay that runs so deeply in the courts of Yan"

Bolin said nothing, his eyes distant and fogged by the smoke that still clung to him and his robes.
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>>4608831

His wife sat beside him, holding an infant daughter in her hands who wailed and cried to the dark of the night. Cousins, nephews and uncles knelt behind him, some dressed to become body doubles of Bolin. None of them dared meet your gaze.

You stood, in a small cliffside pond, fed by a waterfall next to an old stable house stocked with many fine breeds of horses.

You had just found the Mao as they readied themselves to scatter throughout the lands, to try and escape your judgement. Now they sat, kneeling at your feet, having been to terrified by your arrival and shocked by your survival after wading into battle against the most veteran of their rebuilt army.

To them, you must've looked like a devil from myth itself, a slayer of men and destroyer of worlds.

The children cried and sobbed in their mothers arms. The wife of Jian sat like a corpse, her haired greying with grief and unkempt, ungroomed.

Bolin closed his eyes and snarled.

"You killed my brother, you dog" He spat, his words filled with hatred and impotent anger.

"No, my brother Feng did, at my orders yes, but I did not kill him myself" You said calmly, looking down at the man as his relatives looked to him and you, eyes flickering between awe, hatred and fear.

"You killed my nephew!" He roared, his senses stolen by the intoxicant drifting through his veins still, tears falling down his cheeks like the water fall that feeds the pond he sits in front.

You shake your head.

"I know not who killed him, but I am certain it was no by my hand. Mao Bolin, you shall be the first of your line to meet his end at my hands and at my direct intervention, would you like me to list the crimes I accuse you of? or would you prefer me to deal your death quickly?" You say calmly, rubbing your thumb against the scrapes on the back of your hands

The drugged lord snarled and screamed like a wild animal.

"I'd allow you one last wish, if you'd take it. A last taste of wine, a last puff of your foul smoke" You continued, speaking steadily and calmly still even as Bolin turned rabid before your eyes "One final embrace from your wife, a look at your sons face"

"I'LL KILL YOU! YOU SMUG BASTARD!" He screamed as he stood, and charged you

You sighed, and with a flick of your arm, tore his throat out with a strike of the style you had tested upon his men, only now putting your full power into the strike.

It was forceful enough to twist his neck completely around and dislocate it from his neck. His lower jaw was also broken and dislocated by the strike. His eyes look back at his already terrified wife, as he dies messily but quickly. His last breath gurgles out of the throat in his neck, as his cousins and uncles scream, the children wails and his wife shrieks senselessly.

"I name you a wasteful, ignorant fool and coward, Mao Bolin" You say coldly, spitting at the man's twitching feet "A man who bled his lands and wasted his wealth on fleeting pleasure"
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>>4608833

"Kill me, please kill me" His sister in law groans, looking up at you with empty eyes, her nephew cries in the arms of her brother in laws now widowed wife "You've taken everything from me, Giant, just kill me and be done with it. There is nothing left I hold onto in this world"

You down at her, averting your eyes from the hysterical woman next to her and the babe in her arms. A frown slowly curls across your lips as you drop the meat you tore from Bolin's throat to the grass below.

"Do not look at me with those judging eyes!" The tormented soul before you spits, her eyes narrowing, the bags beneath them darkening, an effect that makes her already starved and corpse like face appear more decayed and rotted "I've heard of the Journey you preach, Death is something to accept you say, don't you? You teach others not to fear death, as you slaughter any who you deem evil or name as tyrants"

You remain silent, tears welling in your eyes as you contemplate the poor woman's request, arguing with yourself as she speaks. Her words are like poison to your heart. You pity her, and wish with all your heart you could save her and show her there is much to live for still. But she speaks the truth, and with a grief and sorrow you have not seen since the great famine that proceeded your own birth.

Her life does not need to end. Yet, all she had in the world, you've taken from her. Her husband, her son, her way of life. She believes there is nothing left for her in this life

"Would you go against your own words? to preserve a life that does not wish to continue, that has reached its end" The woman hisses at you, her empty cheeks flushing red with life and fury as she speaks "I want to see Jian again, I want to be with Zihao, please, just kill me, there is nothing left for me in this life"

What do you do, Lieren?
> Do as the woman pleads, and kill her painlessly with a single strike
>Try to convince her there is still so much more life can give her
>Refuse her request.
>Apologize for the pain you've caused, and tell her you shall pray she'll meet her husband and son again in their next lives
>Write in

Sorry for the wait

>>4608743
And to explain further, if I did try and make a map, I'd spend a lot of time trying to make it perfect and I'd rather put that energy to writing updates
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>>4608835
>Try to convince her there is still so much more life can give her
But when that fails:
>Apologize for the pain you've caused, and tell her you shall pray she'll meet her husband and son again in their next lives
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>>4608835
>Try to convince her there is still so much more life can give her
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>>4608835
>Apologize for the pain you've caused, and tell her you shall pray she'll meet her husband and son again in their next lives

Then do a quick nerve strike so that she passes peacefully in her sleep
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>>4608835
>Try to convince her there is still so much more life can give her
>Refuse her request.
Death is to be accepted, not desired.
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>>4608835
>Correct her, that Death is to be accepted, not desired
>Try and convince her that there is more to life yet but if that fails then kill her painlessly
>Apologize for the pain you've caused.

I regret Kang Yongrui, His was a heart that came to return a man's home and family to him, his last thoughts before death. His passing shall be mourned as one of virtue, even as it is demanded.
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>>4608835
>Correct her, that Death is to be accepted, not desired
>Try and convince her that there is more to life yet but if that fails then kill her painlessly
>Apologize for the pain you've caused.
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Well shit. I think I know Lieren's flaw now. He is so good that he is too good. All of his friends and followers acknowledges that if Lieren controled Shangrala, it would became an almost perfect utopia ruled by someone that would rather explode his own soul than cause them pointless unhappiness. This is extremely dangerous, because as a result they are willing to do literally anything for him and his "dream" will do so even if it makes them into monsters. Lieren normally can bullshit himself out of morally difficult situations because Primarch with wisdom and common sense, but the people that follow him are human, some of the greatest humans there is, yes, but human. We made such a good and efficient battleplan that it gave our generals time to feel bad about the people they were massacrating, because by this point, chinese medieval levies and armies are not really a big concern to either lieren or his men. We took the best path to conquest, but it wasn't the good path, we made use of Dai Nui's surprise factor to the greatest possible extent, but put him and his people in an extremely complicated and basically terrible moral conundrum that they solved as they had to: in the best/worst way. About the Maos, straight up fuck them. They are corrupted medieval nobles that believe themselves and their problems to be above the common men's. Their actions has costed countless lives and suffering and they never hesitated or had mercy, semding hundreds of normal people with normal and relatively peaceful lives to fucking die to protect their wealth, status and lives. Lieren is THE good guy. That Lieren feels bad about all the bad shit he does, acknowledging said bad shit and trying to avoid it to the best of his ability makes him retardedly nice for Warhammer in general and ancient chinese noble/warlord in particular. I understand why this woman is so sad, she lost her position, her power and her loved ones, her life is ruined and will probably never be the same, but she knew the cost of power, status and leadership. In conquest and total war, the higher ups get hanged and replaced, unlike Pete the farmer who knows nothing about politics or a wealthy and luxurious life and jusst wants the levie to be dissbanded so he can go home.
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Feel like Dandan would be a great tech priest or Sister of Battle.
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>>4608931
Support? Yeah generally supporting what you mean.
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>>4608932
I feel like Dan Dan is insane/drunk with newfound power and will end up as chaos fodder, specially slaaneshy as proven by the fact that she get's horny with artillery fire. Her problem comes form her being an extremely talented and strongwilled woman in Ancient Warhammer Space China. Where opression and repression and only second to grimdark. Then this giantic genious guy appears and gives her a leadership position amd more power than anyone has ever had in Shangrala. WE NEED TO OPEN OUR HEARTH AND TALK TO PEOPLE ABOUT THEIR ISSUES BEFORE WE END UP IN THE JADE THRONE BEING FED PSYKERS WITH A SPOON.
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>>4608835
>> Do as the woman pleads, and kill her painlessly with a single strike
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>>4608932
With her love of mass artillery she would fit more with the imperial guard.
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>>4608935
Lieren is also in need of long and profound selfreflection and refection about eveerything else, because he is becoming selfrighteous and that's how you Lorgar your cause into oblivion
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>>4608939
slaanesh isn't for solely sex of semen. Anyone who worships any of the chaos guys can get their rocks off. slaanesh is all about intense excess and chasing that next high.
rape and beating someone does not = slaanesh
slaanesh = doing the above, but using their intestinal juices as lube while using their ribs as improvised dildos.

Least that's what my understand of slaanesh extends to.

>>4608945
Nothing a little meditation, making a Zen garden, or hike into the wilderness can't solve.
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>>4608931
I get as you say sir, and I get as you mean, but this isn't really a flaw until it impedes on our efficient old way.

Dai Nui has to give up his honour and personal reputation and is willing to do so, while everyone else is simply going through the motions of war. This isn't becoming a monster, it is waging war.
You need to relax a little, as you say, they are only human.

>>4608939
I don't think she's that bad, but a talk about her excessive love of artilary and some referral to some meditations wouldn't go amiss I think.
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>>4608951
I agree with you too
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>>4608835
>Correct her, that Death is to be accepted, not desired
>Try and convince her that there is more to life yet but if that fails then kill her painlessly
>Apologize for the pain you've caused.
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Thinking a bit more, her desire for death is fueled by the grief of the death of her family, which means the actual opposite of our doctrine, because it means she refuses to accept their death and cling to them, and not their memory and actions. Not only that, but her life has not reached it's end, unless she got some super rare wasting disease that will kill her without our intervation anyway. She can reestructure her life, find new love and family, even do new deeds, unless the only life she deem worthy of living is that of a parasite draining the people they are supposed to sheppard.
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>>4608835
Supporting:
>Correct her, tell her that Death is to be accepted or given only when absolutely necessary, when there is no other choice, not whenever we (Lieren or anyone else) desire it. That's just depression desperation and grieve speaking. Tell her that the death of her husband and her if she trutly wants to are necessary steps in making Yan a better place because they harmed a lot of people, and that we would avoid it if possible, but we are not some kind of infallible, omnipotent and omniscient god and we can't change the nature of war, death and conquest, only make it as painless and swift as possible with our current means.
>Try and convince her that there is more to life yet but if that fails then kill her painlessly.
>Apologize for the pain you've caused.

Fuck Nurgle, his sons, grandkids and his philosophy. He is a literal shitbag, we should solve the whole philoshy problem asap.
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>>4608967
Yeah, I somehow doubt she genuinely believes in our journey and isn't just using what little she understands to try and demand that we kill her.

But if we can't talk her out of it, we should respect her wishes and end it cleanly. We did the same for Gao's child, who wanted much the same, if in a more level headed manner.
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>>4608967
you too, my good man, make a lot of sense
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>>4608951
Is not a flaw in terms of stats and averall Imperial activities. Zealots get a lot of boosts in warhammer (ejem, ejem, sisters of battle, cough), it's just that good people ruthlessly genociding and bringing absolute ruin upon others in the name of the ideal of peace, life, goodness and utopia will definetly taint said ideal over time, and we'll end up with post-heresy imperium with grimdark philosophy fanaticism instead of grimdark religious fanaticism. I don't want The Journey to get out of hand, it's a guideline that may or may not be followed and is subject to revision and improvement, not the fucking Neo "Imperial Thruth".
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>>4608975
>we should solve the whole philoshy problem asap
Anectodes and parables of The Journeyman when?
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>>4608987
So long as it doesn't get to the point where pic related happens to the Journey, I say we're on the right track
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>>4608986
Again, this is war and war isn't pretty. Every unmentioned speck and peasant levy we ignore as another piece of regrettable lost life had one or more families waiting for them at home and likely died in agony and confused pain against weapons they have no concept of.
Read some of the previous examples of attacks from their perspective for a frankly gruesome example of why they think we are sorcerers.

BUT the cost of not acting and permitting the perpetuation of the corrupt and the stagnant old world, is not something we are able to countenance. For the time being our reign of ruin upon those against us is justified in every capacity we are able to judge by and we can SEE how much our philosophy is helping to mitigate the worst impulses of our allies. The black general springs to mind, while you are looking far far far into the future where we are gone and our works have been bastardized.

That time will come but not while we walk Shangrilla or for a few decades after we leave.
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>>4608951
I know what you mean. It's just that we are giving Hope to this people and I don't want to. Hope in W40k is the mother of dissapointment and a despair deeper than anyone could ever endure. I want to give this people a mindset as possitive as possible but also realistic. I want them to have the means to achive their goals, not to fill their heads with dreams of utopia and then utterly fail them and dissapoint them. This people love Lieren and love his dream with everything they have and then some, they will follow him to their Ego deaths if necessary as lomg as they have hope, but if we cannot achieve our dream or take too long, they will lose said hope and they'll break, probably irreparably and forever.
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>>4608995
Hmm. I suppose we don't really have a choice here, they've got hope now and they won't let it go.

Utopia, like Prospero, isn't an impossibility. It's just difficult.
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>>4608835
> Do as the woman pleads, and kill her painlessly with a single strike

It's her choice
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>>4608965
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>>4608886
I’m with these guys.
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>>4608993
As I said
>Tell her that the death of her husband and her if she trutly wants to are necessary steps in making Yan a better place because they harmed a lot of people, and that we would avoid it if possible, but we are not some kind of infallible, omnipotent and omniscient god and we can't change the nature of war, death and conquest, only make it as painless and swift as possible with our current means.

I acknowledge and accept everything you said, war is terrible and The Journey will be corrupted eventually, but Lieren simply must try. He has the means to save practically all those people, he could use nonlethal weapons against most levies and then judge them, but that would take time he doesn't really have. That's no reason to not keep trying to reduce casualties and suffering. My issue is not with Lieren's methods, he does what he can at best as he is physically able to, but people are misinterpreting or missusing his ideals alredy and he hasn't even finished building said ideals, he is less than ten years old, he knows little about the galaxy or even his world. People must understand who he is, how he thinks and what he believes in or in a thousand years we'll end up with a problem we can't solve. Like the Emperor did.
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>>4609022
I don't recall misinterpreting that isn't deliberate propagandic attacks against his character and his mission.

But my question to you then, is what can we do that we are not already doing to assuage your fears? There's not a thing I can think of that we are not already doing to get this done properly.
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>>4609001
As you said, we have indeed a choice. We need to work our ass off to be worthy of their hope and make sure they can achieve, mantain and defend utopia. The first step is making them as independent from us as possible. We'll leave them eventually and that will lead to a slow degeneration of our values, but we can at least do our best
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>>4608965
+1
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>>4608939
I agree, we need to take some time to ourselves and check on our friends. One of the things I like about Lieren is that he's one of the few people who can recognize and try to correct their flaws.
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>>4609025
Find people that uphold our ideal perfectly and use them for “spiritual guidance” when we aren’t around.
Expand and clarify the philosophy. Make it clear that it is easy to be “lost” on their “Journey”.
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>>4609054
That sort of person isn't easy to come by. But we do have Ghuzai and his students of the journey.

We could try and encourage them to travel and spread their understanding amongst our peaceful lands.
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>>4609025
I think we are running in circles and are actually in the same boat. Dan Dan justified her own actions and enjoyment of death with "is pure efficiency, Lieren would approve". The black general did something good (restraining his violent impulses), but I fear he'll believe Lieren to be RIGHT NO MATTER WHAT (aka, go full zealot with the thing that gifts him his new found worth, purpose and hope/happiness, which is natural and totally human, but also extremely dangerous)
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>>4609059
I mean, the black general being a fanatic is something already established I think.
But so far, our reputation is a miracle worker who is right, no matter what.

But yeah, I think we are just talking in circles. Which isn't a bad thing to while away the time, but there's nothing of value we can really extract here.
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>>4608925
I'll support this option
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I think we could go one step further and let this woman punish Lieren. After all she is likely not a horrible and Lieren has made her suffer likewise Lieren is not above punishment nor is infallible. This is a good time to make that clear.
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>>4609074
Ok, now you are going too far.
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>>4609074
Yeah no.
Grief is nasty and she's lost a lot but she has no claim to any retribution beyond her emotional hang ups. If she did something to help others or was a genuinely virtuious person who didn't passively let her husband? run the place into the ground and didn't actively benefit from the exploitation of the peasant classes, you may have a point.

The suffering she has had is unfortunate but unavoidable.
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>>4609074
Pleas, let's try to avoid the whole Martyr complex issue. She did wrong things, her husband did wrong things, Lieren has done wrong things to many people, including her husband and is probably going to kill her after philosophically tearing down all of her beliefs
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>>4609084
Basically, Lieren is a guy who would rather be a scientist and philosopher on the sideline than a ruler, because leadership means power and power means duty, which can lead to taking hard decisions that get innocent people killed. The problem is that Lieren is innately more powerful in mind and body than any human, which leads him to feel responsible when the tyrants of this world fuck everyone over because he can stop it and rule better than anyone, but to achieve said status as a ruler, he needs to wage war, which is ugly and forces him to kill normal people that got forced into the conflict. This is inevitable, he should fell bad about it but W40K is like that.
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>>4608835
>>Correct her, that Death is to be accepted, not desired
>>Try and convince her that there is more to life yet but if that fails then kill her painlessly
>>Apologize for the pain you've caused.
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>>4609099
I would say that no, he doesn't have any real points on HOW he makes things better, be it scientist or philosopher or king or inventor.

He wants to help, duty and power not really factoring into his mindset. Unlike other primarchs like Lorgar [who wants to be a priest] or Pertorabo [who wants to be an architect] I don't think Lieren actually cares.

He may prefer something, but it's not something he actually gives a shit about since he recognises what is required and what isn't.
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>>4609043
Now that's too idealistic, and honestly not going to be possible. People willingly flock to (most) Primarchs like puppies and kittens.

>>4609074
Fuck a cactus, that's a retarded idea.
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>>4609203
Not that idealistic in all honesty. Making them competent and able to do their jobs while we are not around is one of the cornerstones of being a competent leader and the basis of a successful empire, like Ultramar
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>>4608945
This, i have to agree with this. Lieren spent so many years knee-deep in the corruption of the courts that he's in great danger of falling deep into the pit of self-righteousness and 'YOU ARE EVIL, DIE'-isms.

When you put this alongside his repressed anger...i honestly don't know, Lieren really does need to work more on his Journey. He's done a good job so far, but he's remained...too purely idealistic, people are already misinterpreting it and he's not even dead.
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>>4609074
>he wants to start going down the same road Dorn does post-Heresy
It's a no from me, Anon.
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>>4609229
I'm hoping that once we overthrow Yan and start rebuilding we'll have the downtime to view and reflect upon the horrors of war. When we overthrew Gao it was relatively clean and peasantry suffered very little. This has been a very different kind of war and a lot of innocent people have suffered in the process of us trying to bring peace and prosperity. I think it would behoove us to reflect on the nature of how these oppose each other.

I would much rather that Lieren doesn't go to far down either a Utilitarian mindset or a Deontological one, but find some type of middle ground for himself. One where he doesn't compromise his own morality for the greater good, but also that he wont sacrifice a truly greater good for the sake of ideals.

I think that we've been doing a good job of this so far (keeping the promise to the Tigers). But maybe we should add a couple more chapters to The Journey in order to pull back Lady Dandan and the like.
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>>4609263
One of the first things we will do is probably organize our everyday activities as the new ruler of Yang. So we will cut for ourselves some time. And if not in a day either during the week or month.
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>>4609263
I think we should travel to the remains of the Dai monastery, maybe with Yin, that should calm him down a bit.
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>>4609291
We really gotta figure out what the Shangrala calendar looks like.
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>>4609203
No need to be to hostile. Just throwing ideas around.
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>>4609229
I think Lieren needs to properly unleash his anger and attempt to harness it. The real problem is he continually represses it since risking going on a is completely counterproductive.
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>>4609337
Khornist go home
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>>4609337
>I think Lieren needs to properly unleash his anger
Honestly... i agree? Well, not really, but at least once, he should just go apeshit. He has to control yes, but he has to flush the anger our of his system first, in my opinion.

We just need to find enemies that are completely evil but aren't powerful enough that would require our quick thinking. If we can find that, then at least for once, Lieren can unleash the ogre.
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>>4609350
>repressing anger is good.
Look man I’m saying the exact opposite of rip and tear, Lieren needs to go to a secluded location to practice mastering his rage. Last thing we need to is to go berserk in the middle of a battlefield with noncombatants around.
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>>4609376
>>4609377
Maybe we could retreat to a secluded place in the mountains and let it out?
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>>4609382
A while ago we got the opportunity to find Guozhi's old monetary. Apparently it's in ruins and has been for a while. Maybe we can hike up to it for some alone time. Still think we should spend some time with our closer allies though, especially Dandan to temper her edge.
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>>4609377
I think we have [near] perfect control of our rage, both our fury and our Apocalypse inducing FUCK YOU GAO rage.

Meditation isn't going to help that. We already have supreme will to control it.
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>>4609399
The fight with the Sorcerer says otherwise or did you miss the fact he was having trouble controlling his rage.
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>>4609429
I may have to re-read the fight, but can you point out the specifics?

I recall him trying to take control of us and being unable due to our will. I recall us being disgusted beyond words at this black magic. But I also recall that we conducted ourselves perfectly and without a mistake, ending the threat quickly, effeciently and burning it dead enough that even the summoned daemon couldn't get a binding in this world.
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>>4609429
But to give you an idea of what I consider "trouble controlling our rage" I'll refer you to the second thread

>The fat slug smiles despite the poison that just left his lips.
>"It would" You say, staring straight ahead, trying to picture a serene lake upon a mountain, with only a light blanket of fog. Bird song, the feeling of the wind, cool winter air, the scent of cooking meat the result of a successful hunt, the company of friends. Casual laughter. Nothing else, bliss, calm bliss.
>"Ah some hesitation" Gao cackles, raising one his red eyebrows as he raises his silk covered arm towards you laughing "Could it be your act is finally breaking down, that I have found the one temptation you will allow yourself to devour"
>Don't kill Gao, don't kill Gao, don't kill Gao. it will only lead to chaos and further bloodshed, do not kill Gao. you'd rather have dinner with that damnable Toad Dragon! at least that abomination did not speak its disgusting thoughts, nor revel in its degeneracy. Every time you meet with Gao you leave furious on the edge of having ended the dog's miserable life. You can't stand men like Gao, at least Ling didn't create a false Lieren in his mind to the degree Gao does. He thinks your soul and virtue is as corroded as his has become.

This, is trouble controlling our rage. I don't recall anything near where the sorcerer is concerned. Where we have to take active efforts to bargain with ourselves as to why we shouldn't utterly murderize a man.
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>>4609456
>>4609478
>The mutated, and twisted form of its student is already stained by the mark of corruption, madness and moral degeneration to the point it sickens and enrages you beyond reason. To face the master itself, might drive you to such heights of fury that they would eclipse even the wrath that so terrified the guests of the last lord of the Gao. Such potent rage as to even make one as controlled and serene minded as yourself turn feral as a rabid beast. And though your strength and speed are great tools, the deadliest weapon at your disposal is by far you quick wit and sharp mind. Without it, your effectiveness in combat, especially in a fight to the death, would be simply insufficient and lacking by your standards. Too much to risk, too much to lose. Luckily, the tools of disposing of corrupted and tainted flesh, are easily at hand.
Turns out Lieren has a setting beyond apocalyptic and he’s aware of it.
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>>4609503
Hmm, It never really "appeared" and was just sort of speculated, must have been why I didn't notice.

But developing a few more mental safeguards against our wrath can't hurt I suppose. There will be a time to face greater daemons later.
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>>4609376
We could do what Vulkan did and craft all that pent up raw emotion into masterwork tools and weapons.
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>>4609531
I think art fits us more than tools. Angry Lieren art could be something which becomes a heirloom across the lands of Yan
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>>4609531
if we're going to be going that route we might as well channel it into continuing The Great Roads
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>>4608801
Yeah this pretty good, the dark blue is kinda like a panther skin
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Oh, and I feel that this is important enough to post here.

Cui Fu's horse is called Feng right? I know it is, but a comment in the last thread said we hadn't named him and I'm not sure if I'm going mad.
His name is Feng, right?
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>>4609538
According to what little remains of the historical records from the era of Lieren's rise to power, it appears that Feng could refer to one of Lieren's generals or his trusty steed.
Shit like this is why we should have our words literally set in stone.
I'm talking burned into the side of a damn mounting.
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>>4609540
We do have a Feng, he's a brother of the panther.
But I could have swore that we call the horse Feng on our murder ride against Gao
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>>4609542
In all seriousness, we've yet to actually formally name the horse.
I say we let him earn his name by doing something exceptional.
Maybe he kicks a hole in an armored soldier's chest?
Or suppose he drinks our battalions entire ration of booze and pisses non-stop on the way to next battle.
Unless you can think of a name, you gotta let it happen naturally.
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>>4609545
I'm fine to name it Cui Feng, the breed is Cui warmonger and it's master was the last lord of Cui.

I was just confused by the overlapping terminology and half remembered comments about not having named it.
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>>4609551
Dude we already have so many overlapping names in our entourage.
I'm not even gonna mark that as a flaw in Malal's writing, China's just like that sometimes.
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>>4609534
That sounds like a work hazard
>Lieren works EARTH SHATTERINGLY FUCK AS MAD on the Great Road
>That part of the Great Road is haunted and too dangerous to walk through
What Vulkan did was literally channel all his anger into one of his creations. Doing this to a road miiiiight make things weird.

>>4609554
What if we name the horse Chan?
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>>4609554
Yeah, but shaved head wei and the two chens and Rong and all that are good and fine people.
To then say "Oh but Rong isn't the spearman, that's little Wei" would make my head explode as I try to put people into their places. That's whats happened.
"Feng? He's the horse, what do you mean he's not a horse? aaaaaaaaaaaaaah"
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>>4609566
>Sir, I have grave news in regards to Feng.
>You mean my friend, my horse, or the city?
>YES!
And that was the first time Lieren considered outlawing overabundant names.
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>>4609564
>What Vulkan did was literally channel all his anger into one of his creations. Doing this to a road miiiiight make things weird.
We might just make a road so good that it's the start of the webway.
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>>4609577
Right
Panther Feng
Cui Feng
and the last one can be Feng Shi.

Chinese names don't fucking work if you don't use the family name, apparently.
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>>4609580
>Feng Feng
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>>4609074
Haha, no.
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So how will we improve the Journey?
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Okay, calling the vote now. sorry for the wait

Try to convince her there is still so much life can give her:11
-Try to convince her:3
- Try to convince her, and kill her painlessly if it fails:8
Apologize for the pain you've caused, and pray she'll met her loved ones in her next life:10
Refuse her request:1
Death is to be accepted, not desired:6
Do as the woman pleads, kill her:2

total votes: 14

So, Lieren will point out death is to be accepted, not desired, apologize for the pain he has caused her and pray that she'll reunite with her kin in the next life, and try to convince her there is still much to live for, and if he fails to sway her, let her walk the path she wishes and painlessly end her life

Writing now
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>>4610168
Malal do you ever think we're gonna get a vote where we don't end up choosing "all of the above"?
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>>4610171
we did have that when we assigned Jinhai to his position of general. He was completely voted in 14-0
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>>4610171
has happened plenty of times, but I get what you mean
Lieren is a master of many paths
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>>4610177
That's cause carp son best son. this is a universally agreed upon fact
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However, while the grieving widow of the wild boar may speak the truth of Lieren, she does not speak the truth of your words. She is trying to twist the Journey's lessons into something they are not, so as to goad you into taking her life solely to defend its legitimacy rather than out of any sense of mercy or pity. If she was not such an unfortunate soul, a pitiful life ruined by your hand, you'd be enraged. As you have been when all lie about your way of life and the teachings you intend to hand down through the ages.

Towering over her and her kin by marriage, you look down at her with a pitying stare, a subtle frown on your lips still, and the pain you feel to see another driven to such depths. But both fade into a stern glare, as you pen your response in your mind, picking the words with care like a farmer would his crop. A misspoken word hear can spread and tell a tale of lies for years or even longer. Even if the widow does not wish to learn, you will put these moments down to text upon page to preserve the lesson spoken.

"Death is to be accepted, not desired" You say softly, your voice as gentle as a morning breeze, as a summer rain, as the gentle rustle of the wind through the trees and fog. The woman just glares at you as she has done since she came out of her stupor of depression.

Her jaw twitches, she intends to speak and hurl insults at you, to goad you further and try to force your hand. But you are not given to fits of pique or ego driven rages. But still, you interrupt her, before she can open her mouth to speak the poison she intends to turn upon herself with you as the needle that had been dipped in it.

"The words you speak come not from acceptance, but rather the venoms of depression and desperation" You say, bending one knee to kneel down to look her in the eyes directly, she does not look away, any fear she'd feel upon being subjected to your gaze has long since been worn away by the sorrow and pain she has endured "Caused by the pain of actions I had set into motion, so that I may bring joy and comforts to many other"

She doesn't say even a single word or even make a noise in reply. The empty orbs of glass that had once been her eyes stare back at you, devoid of any will, hope, joy or contentment. All you see are two pools of pain and grief, that have driven the widow of Mao Jian mad.

"In war, all men who wage it and march to its song suffer, often needlessly. Which is why I intend to end the war I've been forced to fight to a close as quickly as is possible" You continue, bowing your head slightly before turning your eyes back to her with a remorseful look "I am truly sorry of the pain I've caused you, but there was no other way, some men must die for their crimes in life, some will live to become ripe, ragged and old. It is a hard truth, but it is the truth and I shall not sweeten my words. I am sorry you've had to suffer, so others may flourish"
cont

Sorry for the wait, Computer decided to die for awhile
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>>4610260

"Hypocrite" She finally says, spitting the word. It flies like an arrow and pierces your heart, stabs into your back like a dagger held by a close friend. You close your eyes, and let out a drawn out sigh. The scent of the mud and stables, the gentle bubbling of the streams running from the lonely pond, the roar of the falls, the whistling of the wind traveling through the canyon. Such sweet ambience for such a bitter scene. The whimpers of children and wails of Mao Bolin's wife break the serenity of nature, and you open your eyes once more.

"Perhaps" You say, clapping your hands together as you rise again "I will not claim to remain unsullied by my actions, or that these hands of my are untouched by blood, or my tongue free of hate and spite. All I can do is apologize for the wrongs I've committed upon you by proxy and offer a single, passing kindness"

Bowing your back you bend down and shake your pressed together hands in the air a few times, in a method Guozhi often does as he teaches his acolytes and hopeful students.

"To pray that, in your next life, Jian and Ziaho will be returned to your side" You say mournfully, raising and lowering your arms in the practiced motions of a monk "it is a poor salve, but it is all I can offer besides begging you to see past your pain, your sorrow and your torment to see"

You raise your hands up, and press them to your chest, closing your eyes as you breath out and drawn in another breath of cold spring air, savoring its taste as it soothes your heart and mind and washes away the ache you feel every time you look at the Widow knelt before you, and the children huddling to their mothers, terrified that their lives will be snuffed out by the "Ogre" that stands before them.

"That life has so much left of offer you still, Suffering and hardship only serve to brighten the better days to follow. I will not act as if you have not lost much or haven't suffered terribly, but even mortal wounds will heal with proper treatment" You say, slowly, gingerly pulling your hands apart "if one would only seek it. You could become as their legacy, speaking of their character and virtuous deeds, you could live for them and enjoy the simple life I'd offer you and your kin, You could become their memory, and write of their lives so they are remembered as more than villains in some fantastical play or account written by a man who knew them not, you could"

"I will die, by your hands or my own" She says bluntly, the fire of determination returning to her eyes as she presses a hand into the folds of her fine robes of tangerine dyed silk, and rises to her feet and looks into your eyes "What will they say of you, to leave a woman to throw herself from a cliff, or wade into a lake some night to drown?"
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>>4610262

"I shall never force another from the path they choose to walk" You reply sadly, turning your eyes to the ground that stands between the two of you "If you will not look forward, to the fields of flowers and summer days to come, then I shall at least grant your wish to join your family without further pain"

The children have seen enough horrors, and it'd simply be cruel to kill her barbarically. There'd be no point for it. So like Tao Song, and Gao's noblest son, you end her without pain and kill her before she even realizes she has died. Pressing the place above her heart, you interrupt its beating with one forceful poke. There are no nerves that run through this part of the body, there will be no feeling besides a sudden stillness and tightness of the chest.

And then, gracefully, her life will come to an end. No screaming, no pain, no suffering. Her body will become as a corpse, no blood will flow, and her consciousness with fade before her organs fail. Like a blissful sleep, empty of nightmares or dreams, she shall pass into the veil of death and into whatever awaits beyond.

You kneel as she falls, catching her and holding her up, so she may retain her dignity, even if she chose a bad road to follow.

"May you find them quickly, and share more years with both, that hope is all I can give to you now" You say softly, closing her eyes with a slow brush of your hand, as you set her down upon the dewed covered grass, and stand tall once more.

"I am sorry you had to see such a sight, but my judgement must continue, to root out the rotten among you, so the rest may be spared their fate" You say sternly but not coldly "Upon my word, none of the innocent of the Mao shall die by the hands of any who name themselves my ally, this is the promise I give to you all"

No doubt, they'll remember you as a beast, the children especially and make themselves as outcasts among those who idolize your deeds and wisdom. But, that is the cost of defeating tyranny. A war cannot be deathless, and a battle cannot be won without casualties. Already, the blood of the underserving has been spilt alongside that of the tyrant and the villain. It is a bitter truth, but it is one you accept. Even if it is poison to your soul. All you can do, is avoid unnecessary death and killing, as you have always done before.
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Kang Yongrui's eyes filled with burning, hateful tears. All had been lost his army scattered or butchered to become food for the jackals and crows. But he, he was kept alive, as if it had all been some cruel jest. His cousin had gave his life to spare his from the spear of betrayer. He thought he was a weak man, a weedy man, a feminine man, but he had died as a true giant and not the beast these traitors follow. His glorious end would be unremembered, his killers would laugh about it at wars end. And a father would mourn the son who marched to war to never return. As his own father would mourn him.
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>>4610263

Yet he could not be given to the courts, his foes were too cruel to simply end him and end the suffering they've caused to him. The wounds within him still burned terribly, but their sting was incomparable to the bite of treachery. The freshest, in his leg, bleed rivers of crimson and scarlet, staining the noble silver he wore as it was sullied with mud and dust.

The man from the fog, that had dragged away so many of his officers, had caught him alongside with the man covered in so many scars. They forced him to the ground, and kept him from joining his men in their valiant last stand, as the spears of the Dai drove into their backs and the hooves of the Lai trampled their noble bodies to mangled heaps of tattered flesh and shattered bones. Traitors. The men he rode to join had fallen to the gospel of the giant or else sided with him to ensure the safety of their kin.

And cast aside their honor to sink a blade deep into the ribs of the Yan. The Kang army, bled dry and scattered like a den of mice instead of the lions they were. What a wound it was, how shameful it was. Yongrui knew he'd be remembered as a fool who stepped into a snare, but he no longer cared. Glory, fame, victory. It had all become ash in his mind, all he dreamt of now was retribution and release from this mockery.

He had been brought before the arch traitor, that black heart villain Dai Nui, who'd turn his back against his own nation to ensure the safety of his own brood, who'd throw away his face and renown to become the Giant's assassin. If Yongrui could, he'd pay his very soul to work a curse to rot his bowels and bloat his guts, turn his blood to vinegar and fill his the space between his skin and flesh with coarse salt. Now he sat, upon his knees, too wounded to stand, paraded by his enemies like the prize of a great hunt.

Dai Nui cast his eyes down upon him, not even having the grace to remove his helmet and sit with him as a man of honor would. The scarred man smiled smugly, a glint of pride in his eyes. The fog walker stood silent, watching Yongrui like he was a child who raised his hand and tried to strike his own father. The red faced warrior laughed boisterously alongside the laughing killer who manned one of those screaming weapons that spat more death than ten volleys of arrows. His assistant stood behind Yongrui, the bottom of a spear pressed into the crook behind his shoulders, forcing him to remain seated even though he could not stand by his own power.

The Brute stood by the traitor and his heir, along with the twin warriors, who clung closer to the scarred man's side. Mocking him, they were mocking him for being such a fool, silently judging him the pawn in the game they played. Parading the proud heir of the Kang like a common criminal before his lord. The last humiliation that Kang Yongrui would stomach. He would have his revenge, and pay the betrayers their price of blood they were owed.
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>>4610264

The hunters in the fog, had forgotten their purpose in hunting Yongrui, and had not searched him thoroughly enough before dragging him to Dai.

Without hesitation, his fingers slipped over the handle of the devilish weapon he stole, kept hidden in his waistband, and lifted it.

Lord Dai's eyes widened with horror.

But it was not his flesh that the killing seeds planted themselves in. Another man had used his own body as a shield for the traitorous general.

Kang Yongrui gave a triumphant cry, as blood splatted across his pallid face, moments before the brothers of the now fallen man descended upon him like a rabid pack of dogs. He kept his eyes locked on Dai Nui's as he was beaten to the dirt, laughing until he his jaw was shattered by a kick that stole away his consciousness as well.
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The morning son has finished rising, and twelve men of the Mao hang by the trees above the pond's edge, most of the adult men of the line, who had committed the same crimes as Bolin and Jian. Their robes of tangerine made them look like grisly fruits hanging ripe upon the branches of the trees.

It was time to leave this place, and collect your students, to return to Dai castle, and your army, and learn of the results of the battles your four generals have fought in your absence.

What do you do on the trip back to Dai castle?
>make a structured schedule for your monstrous students, forming the beginnings of a school
> Find a place of safety for the remaining Mao
>Treat the men you beat in the courtyard, and offer the best of them a place in your army.
>Just return with haste, you've been gone long enough
>Write in
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>>4610267
>make a structured schedule for your monstrous students, forming the beginnings of a school
> Find a place of safety for the remaining Mao
>Treat the men you beat in the courtyard, and offer the best of them a place in your army.
Time to drag every new friend back.
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>>4610267
>Make a schedule for your students on the way back
>Find a place of safety for the remaining Mao
>Treat the men we beat in the courtyard, the best shall be offered a place.

We have a duty of care to make sure that the innocent Mao have a place where they won't immediately be lynched.
The men of the courtyard, we benefit by taking the best of their number and our students are just making good use of traveling time.
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>>4610267
>>make a structured schedule for your monstrous students, forming the beginnings of a school
>Just return with haste, you've been gone long enough
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>>4610267
>make a structured schedule for your monstrous students, forming the beginnings of a school
> Find a place of safety for the remaining Mao
>Treat the men you beat in the courtyard, and offer the best of them a place in your army.
>begin to formulate an expansion to the Journey to add after this war
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>>4610267
>>make a structured schedule for your monstrous students, forming the beginnings of a school
>>Treat the men you beat in the courtyard, and offer the best of them a place in your army.
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So Kang probably killed one of Dai's sons or maybe a brother of panthers. I can understand, he got betrayed and almost all of his line got destroyed. I told people a while ago that making the Dai pull a stealth treason was not the best move by far and that forcing our allies to loose face in ancient warhammer space China was going to have consequences. To be sincere is not suck a big deal. Lieren will feel bad, reflect and improve, and bad things will keep happening because this is warhammer 40K. Maybe it's just that I saw this coming and the impact is lesser or maybe I'm just not invested on any character that is not a main character, but as I see it, this is probably one of the less bloody and more successfull campaigns ever waged by a primarch, specially considering that our starting position was not the heir to the sistem like Gulliman and Dorne and we didn't have high tech like fulgrim, we were pretty much a nameless, resourceless villager in feudal pseudochaos china, and unlike the Khan, we haven't lol burned any city yet.
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>>4610347
Probably Gang or another brother of the panther, aye. Yet in spite of you saying "Stealth treason isn't the best move", they won handily and with no real losses.

The only fuck up here is that someone didn't find the revolver while they searched him, which permitted him the chance to attempt an assasination. So far, we've got nothing but a win streak and only the death of Gang can put a dampner on it, which even if he does die, he has plenty of brothers to take his place.
Operation is a resounding success, would do again.
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>>4610267
>>make a structured schedule for your monstrous students, forming the beginnings of a school
>>Treat the men you beat in the courtyard, and offer the best of them a place in your army.
>>4610347
>>4610374
Apart from Dandan going off and this one death, I'd say it was a resounding success, much like everything else we've attempted. Who knew being an neigh unstoppable demi-god would be so fun?
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As long as it's not Feng (our closest brother) or fish-kun (our greatest follower,only he has truly embraced the journey and is capable of expanding upon it incase of our absence, basically our own Chinese malcador) then I'm fine with having lost someone, this is war and although there is no doubt that lieren will grieve, it is not the worst possible outcome
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>>4610390
Dandan is just disturbing with how much they enjoy their work, so this one death is really the only wrinkle.

But the enjoyment I derive from Lieren is how much better we make other people, rather than our own stupid levels of competency. Toad dragon and the sorcerer were cool and all, but Convincing the Vishnu to convert their martial culture to something less "murder the weak" and our organizing armies to facilitate the death of the enemy is where the quest really makes me enjoy it.

>>4610403
Well you shouldn't worry too much, Jinhai was on another battlefield entirely and I think scarred Feng is with him.
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>>4610407
yeah I definitely got the sense that Dandan was deriving a lot of sexual pleasure form the violence and destruction.
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What are the chances we can get a few sets of Saturnine termies for our legion?
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>>4610267
>>make a structured schedule for your monstrous students, forming the beginnings of a school
>>Find a place of safety for the remaining Mao
>>Treat the men you beat in the courtyard, and offer the best of them a place in your army.
>>4610451
Entirety depends on what our legion’s specialty is
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>>4610267
>make a structured schedule for your monstrous students, forming the beginnings of a school
>Treat the men you beat in the courtyard, and offer the best of them a place in your army.
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>>4610267
>>Just return with haste, you've been gone long enough
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>>4610267
>make a structured schedule for your monstrous students, forming the beginnings of a school
> Find a place of safety for the remaining Mao
>Treat the men you beat in the courtyard, and offer the best of them a place in your army.
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>>4610267
>make a structured schedule for your monstrous students, forming the beginnings of a school
>Find a place of safety for the remaining Mao
>Treat the men you beat in the courtyard, and offer the best of them a place in your army.
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>make a structured schedule for your monstrous students, forming the beginnings of a school
>Find a place of safety for the remaining Mao
>Treat the men you beat in the courtyard, and offer the best of them a place in your army.
Keeping the thread alive

Currently on thread 2 on the archive.
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So what is this school Lieren is putting together? What do you guys think? Regular Shangilan languages? Advanced Vishnu language? History? High gothic? Low gothic as an optional curriculum? Math? Physics? Biology? Chemistry? Art?
Refine the Panther Style martial arts to fit them?
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>>4611376
I think a god rough schedule would be as follows:
Morning: Breakfast, Martial arts training, and Philosophy
Afternoon: Lunch, Math, "English", and History
After that i'd give them free time 'til dinner as well as after.
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>>4611376
I definitely think Martial Arts and Philosophy should be in the curriculum for all ages. The ability to defend yourself and ruminate on your experiences are just too important.
And of course stuff like mathematics, the sciences, economics, and shop work (smithing, fabrication, carpentry, etc.) should all be included.
And basic medical training too. Stuff like how to clean wounds and close them properly, CPR, applying splints, and anything else you'd need to stabilize somebody before you could get them to a professional.
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I also had another thought, we've already put our life's philosophy on paper but to truly better the people, we need to put some of our knowledge on paper. A basic curriculum of sorts. Once we have that we can start sending out teachers to villages.
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>>4611390
Textbooks will be a must for teaching, as well as more basic guides for the masses.
That said, we're gonna need a printing press for that sort of thing. And paper if that hasn't been reinvented yet.
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>>4611395
Lieren calls all of his vassals to his workshop. Everybody thinks he's about to unveil his latest weapon of war. He sweeps away the cloak concealing the printing press and almost everybody is slightly confused and or disappointed. Guozhi just nuts uncontrollably.
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>>4611376
Given how much we need to keep moving

>Morning: Breakfast and philosophy, maybe at the same time
>History and politics and language during our afternoon march
>When we stop for the night, martial arts and more languages
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>>4611401
Helping the literacy of Yan can indeed be a good step forward. If every township can communicate through text then it makes bureaucracy much easier to handle.
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I was thinking. the printing press is good, but maybe a better invention is land lines.

Make a man in nowhere able to ring up the former palace of GAO. I dont even think it would take that much effort.
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>>4611903
Printing press is a required precursor to mass education and for standardized blueprints. It kicked off the renaissance to some degree by making classical literature more easily accessable.
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>>4612029
As soon as we overthrow the Yan, we're totally going to replace leather scrolls with paper and laminated sheets. It'd be cheaper and easier to manufacture in the long run, in addition to having a longer life span if preserved right.
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>>4612030
>leather scrolls
In China they often use bamboo to make scrolls and books
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>>4612056
I still feel like properly bound paper books would be a massive step up from bamboo scrolls.
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>>4612104
I prefer scrolls purely from an aesthetic standpoint. It's something different.
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>>4612104
Not arguing against paper rather I’m pointing out China didn’t use leather when they had something cheaper and more efficient. Bamboo grows like a fucking weed.
>>4612108
Scrolls are cool.
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>>4612108
Lieren is all about function over fashion. Plus bamboo scrolls would be more bulky compared to paper, not to mention you couldn't put more on a scroll when compared to a book.
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>>4612194
Bamboo is more durable though. There’s a reason China still used bamboo slips and scroll after inventing paper.
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>>4612197
Then why arent we using bamboo today?
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>>4612329
storage practicality and inaccuracys incured when drawing across slats as opposed to a continuous sheet of paper.
Would be my guess anyway.
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Calling the vote, sorry for the day without an update, shit happened.

Make a structure schedule for your students, forming the beginnings of school:11
Find a place of safety for the remaining Mao:7
Treat the men you beat in the courtyard and offer the best of them a place in your army: 10
Just return with haste:2
Begin to formulate an expansion to journey to add after the war:1

So Lieren will Treat the men in the courtyard and attempt to recruit the best and brightest of them, Find a place the remaining mao can live in peace, and then as he heads back to Dai castle, make a structured schedule for the tiger children and thus form the beginnings of a proper school.

And, as a reminder since I haven't said it since thread one, do remember that combined actions do tend to take more time than one action. figured I should mention that again so its on your minds

Anyway, writing now

Sorry for the wait again
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>>4612624
I know that I'm going to get some hate for this, but I suggest giving us some warning or hint if time is a consequence of using too many actions at once, some sort of punishment if we do too much and try to do everything isn't exactly too much
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>>4612664
Well I'll let you guys decide when dividing your attention is worthwhile, and when taking more time to do more at once is worthwhile.

Since it'll be pretty obvious when time is of the essence and when votes also cannot be combined together

Like "Do you save this city from orks, or reinforce one of the fractured elements of the imperial army?" or similar.

Don't worry I won't spring a "So you decided to talk with Guozhi for a few seconds, your forces have crumbled and you lose, good day SIR" or anything crazy like that. Cause that'd be lame.
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>>4612687
>And, as a reminder since I haven't said it since thread one, do remember that combined actions do tend to take more time than one action. figured I should mention that again so its on your minds
Will try to remember that. Can we focus on healing, recruiting, then just taking the Mao and tiger kids with us back to our army?
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>>4612692
That is what Lieren is doing, Recruiting the talented among the Mao army, finding a safe place for the remaining Mao to live, then heading back to Dai castle while making a schedule for the kids as he does so.
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But there was work still to be done within the now abandoned grounds of the Mao castle. You would not delude yourself, and pretend that you were absolutely certain the strikes brought down upon the innocent soldiers of the toppled noble house were, with certainty, entirely nonlethal. After all, a gentle touch of the hands you were gifted with at birth, is a hard strike from most men, and the style you used against them was being created as you battled against those men.

There is a chance, that without proper care and attention given to the wounds hidden beneath their skin, that their health will fail or even worsen to such a degree that they are left to a lingering death. A needlessly cruel fate, especially for the undeserving. So you've decided to work through the night and into next morning caring for the victims of your "tender mercies" to ensure that that same "mercy" will not eventually lead to them to a far to early grave for an innocent man. It is grueling work, but you are certain that this delay will not negatively affect your arrival back at Dai castle.

And it will allow the chance to recruit the natural talent that had been hidden in the Mao's army of desperation. Men who would otherwise, like Dandan, Shan, Daiyu, Jinhai and many other geniuses of their fields, languish in labor that would forever hide the spark of their brilliance. To these men, an offer is given, a chance to utilize their innate talents and ability for a work far more exciting than tending swine or oxen or fields of rice.

Many of them, are confused by the kindness and respect given to them, or shocked by the gentleness of your words, but being to pained to stand and walk away, they all remain to listen. Your discerning eyes once again prove their effectiveness, as your perceptions and measurement of these men's natural skill has proven entirely correct, and speaking with them allows you to judge their character and mindsets with ease. The vast majority of them are young men who long for something "greater" than their homes and stations of birth, and readily except the call to glory you have sounded. The minority who refuse, are aged men or have a duty to return home. Often to care for their parents or younger siblings. As they have no desire to march to war, they can return home.

It is after all, the choice they've made. To force them to join another army would make you no better than Mao Bolin. The kindest of these men who have no stomach for battle or dreams of adventure, you beseech to offer their villages as safe havens for the overthrown Mao, and give their protection to those men, women and children who remain uncorrupted by the wiles of wealth and excess.

Only one is able to promise safety and kindness to the disposed nobles. His name is Shirong, and he had once been a scholar in the capital before his father fell ill, and familial piety urged him to return to his home nestled within the countryside.
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>>4612732

In many ways, he is a kindred spirit to you, like the likes of your wise father, Wenyan, and your honored teacher, Guozhi. If you had endless time for leisure, you feel as though you could speak with the humble man for days without end. But, there are necessary duties and responsibilities for one of your station and renown, so instead you part with the man who could've been a philosopher himself, by gifting him a Copy of the Journey and piece of Fog Panther hide as a token of your budding friendship between the two of you.

The new and eager members of your army, you however take aside from the rest and spend sometime speaking with, as you wait for their former comrades to recover, to be certain they are fit enough to return to their homes without outside assistance.

"Now, I understand this may be some what difficult for men like you, who have never before left the boundaries of the villages they were born to" You explain calmly, sitting before the bandaged regiment you've gathered, a good half of them laid out on the floor, still wracked with too much pain to rise and sit as their fellows do "But the company that we'll be keeping on the march back to Dai castle in the south, will be rather"

You pause and click your tongue once, before resting your chin upon the back of your knuckles. It is rather difficult to explain, to the superstitious populace, of the students you have taken under your protection and the fact that one of the great enemies of the Yan, the Vishnu, are also represented among your allies. If wrongly spoken, it could turn these men against you once more, if only by the hatred and fears ingrained into their minds by stories told to them in their youths. You will have to tread carefully to breach this issue directly.

"Odd, or even perhaps something that will curdle your bowels and freeze the life flowing through your veins" You explain, the midday sun beating down upon your bare back as you speak to the best of the men that the Mao had beneath their employ "But, trust my judgement and believe the words I speak, they are bit children cut from a different cloth. They are truthfully, children with stranger bodies than you though perhaps not I"

You laugh, and after a few nervous second, the least damaged of the talented young men join in with you, laughing weakly and briefly before falling silent once again, their eyes filled with more curiosity than worry. Though a few of their number do show signs of fear and trepidation after what you have spoken.

"You will understand when you meet the students I have taken" You say, smiling genially and gently "For now, rest your tired bodies, we shall take our leave of this place soon after all, to ensure the Mao reach the safety of Shirong's village"

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Avinash was restless, morning had come and went yet again, and still Uncle Lieren has yet to return.
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>>4612734

While he knew Uncle was a strong and wise warrior, he did not believe that their were any men, covered in fur or not, who were truly indestructible.
His father shared his name, and was slain like so many of his kind. Nothing was undefeatable, the chief of chiefs fell like the rest of his soldiers in the last battle with the small cousins. It'd be stupid to think anyone was invincible and unkillable.

Knowing this made the youth restless and sleepless, as he kept guard over what remained of his people, alongside Ananya. Who now slept soundly, curled at the base of a small tree.

Every branch that snapped or whistle of the wind that past by Avinash's sharp ears, felt like an arrow whistling by his ears or a spear jabbed at his belly. He didn't like being here, without his Guardian and teacher. Lieren was all he, and these other children had left. Just the thought of being left alone, surrounded by people who'd name him monster and hunt him, put a heavy weight upon the young boy's mind and shoulders.

He nearly leapt into the tree he rested against, when he heard a sharp whistle to his right side. When he looked up, he saw golden pools gleaming in the gloom of the morning and an amused smile beneath them, barring its teeth. Which wasn't a way to show you were angry among the furless.

"Greetings, my student, do not fear, it is just your teacher, returning from his battle" Lieren spoke softly and kindly, his joyous expression not doing anything to mask the strong scent of blood and sweat that surrounded him, something that Avinash had trouble adjusting to. He was so gentle and soft, but death followed behind him like a shadow. It was bizarre and strange, but, strangely soothing as well.

It reminded him of father and mother, in some odd way.

"And the work that followed it, I had to lead some people to a nice place for them to live, and explain our situation with some new friends" Lieren continue, kneeling down to look Avinash in his eyes but not so directly that he'd feel the weight of his gaze "Men who are great warriors and thinkers"

"Men who don't know what we are?" Avinash asked as Lieren nodded, fear crept along his back, but he tried to force it back down like Uncle had taught him to, and grinned to show he wasn't afraid like the furless did.

"I've explained to them your existence and character the best I could, and I trust upon you to show them the humanity burning within your breast, so they can truly see you and the others for who they are" Uncle said happily, gently patting Avinash's back, clearly taking care to not harm him. Which was apparently common among his people, it had seemed so strange when he had figured it out. But now he knew why. Hurting others, even if by accident, wasn't a good thing to do. But it was necessary, at times. Or so Uncle claimed.

"Can you do this for me?" Lieren asked sweetly, the tone to his words filling Avinash with confidence
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>>4612737

"Of course I can, wise Uncle, I am your student and wouldn't dream to fail you" He said, a sudden surge of happiness surging through his body, as Lieren smiled just as joyfully as he now felt.
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It had been tense, introducing your students to your new band of soldiers. There was, of course, always a chance of them reacting negatively or even violently, but When Avinash appeared before them out of the fog, and spoke to them politely and respectfully in Yan, and greeted them with clasped hands and a deep bow, the Men finally understood the meaning behind your words. Which reassured you that the more veteran elements of your army would accept the children as well.

The Journey back was, difficult, as the Men refused to step into the Bone devouring woods, and approaching its boundaries upset your students greatly. So you had to travel from the Moa border, to the outskirts of the Kang's land to the east, to go around the dreadful place.

But the slight delay allowed you to implement a proper schedule to the lives of your students, and the men who guarded them by your side now. It actually made travel easier, as a regimented life allowed both to move with haste and greater purpose. When all woke at dawn, shared a meal together as you taught them philosophical teachings and lessons, and then helped each other learn the others tongue as you marched through the day. During rests or when there was a suitable example in nature or the world, you taught your students mathematics, history or more complicated words or phrases from the Yan language.

At night, before they slept, they would practice the new style of Martial arts you had devised, the Fog panther style, and the dance of the carp style, among more mundane forms of combat. Or you'd give them lessons in other useful life skills

Lessons of the many paths of science, of medical knowledge, and the various trades and labors, among many other fields of knowledge and skill.

And, it made you realize, that such a method of teaching was far more effective than that that was usually employed, be it by parents or a teacher paid in coin. The focus and scheduled form of it, allowed for much more to be taught and properly learned and in a greater variety than before.

Guozhi had given you this idea in his stories of his time in the Dai Monk Monastery. And it had proven effective among your students and men as it had with his lost brothers. Perhaps it'd be wise to open a school using this method, when peace had once again come to the lands of Yan.
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You arrived on the outskirts of Dai castle not too long after you had set off to return, and to your relief, saw the banners of Jinhai, Dai, Lai and Yin flying proudly upon the walls of the fortress. You were greeted with cheers by the men camped outside of it, and those in the villages surrounding the turtle's estate.
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>>4612742

As the men working upon your road sent the message down it that you had returned from your journey. But when the gates open to you, there were no cheers or merry greetings. In fact, it seemed like, your trusted advisors were ashamed of something, and were trying to hide it away in silence. The air around the court, was thick was such feelings, making the atmosphere tense. Like they thought they had failed in someway and wished to keep the nature of that failure hidden from you until you had time to hear of their success, to soften whatever blow had befallen them.

Clearly, Yin Lei had succeeded in his task, as Yin Delun showed no signs of mourning his uncle. Clearly Jinhai had returned from battle victorious, as Zian and Rong came to greet you with smiles and light in their eyes, and they are very close with your shared friend. And Clearly Lai song and Dai Nui had suceeded in their deception, for Dai Gang greeted you respectfully and the Lai men were making merry in the court yard, singing tales of their prowess rather than the loss of their lord.

So what could this imagined failure of theirs be? what form did it take? this question was rather troubling to your mind.

Could it perhaps be because of the Vishnu? You had met Manu on the road leading to Dai castle, and he told you the rest of the Chiefs and their tribes had arrived at Dai Castle safety, but he was taking his time to see the world beyond his harm and learn from it before he joined them. After all, The three kings of war had all cut their teeth against Vishnu armies in days long since past. Could a grudge still linger in their hearts.

What do you do, Lieren.
>take the time to properly introduce your students to your trusted advisors and friends, and explain the situation
>Directly ask what is being hidden from you, as clearly some tragedy has befallen your army.
>Simply bury the question for now, and gather your generals to hear their reports of their battle so you may decide your next move.
>Find the Vishnu Chiefs and make sure they've been accepted by the rest of your army
>Write in?

Sorry again for the wait, made this update a bit bigger that it would be as an apology for it
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>>4612743
First:
>>take the time to properly introduce your students to your trusted advisors and friends, and explain the situation
Then:
>Find the Vishnu Chiefs and make sure they've been accepted by the rest of your army
And end with:
>Directly ask what is being hidden from you, as clearly some tragedy has befallen your army.
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>>4612743
>>take the time to properly introduce your students to your trusted advisors and friends, and explain the situation
>>Simply bury the question for now, and gather your generals to hear their reports of their battle so you may decide your next move.
and if we don't get the answer
>>Directly ask what is being hidden from you, as clearly some tragedy has befallen your army.
I hate to do the whole 'choose every option' thing again but the latter two choices feel more like one long conversation than two options. Who knows, someone might accidentally spill the shame during the battle reports and not realize it.
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>>4612743
>take the time to properly introduce your students to your trusted advisors and friends, and explain the situation
>Find the Vishnu Chiefs and make sure they've been accepted by the rest of your army
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>>4612743
>Directly ask what is being hidden from you, as clearly some tragedy has befallen your army.
Finally got caught up again
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>>4612743
>Take the time to introduce our students
>Find the vishnu, make sure all is well
>Ask what is being hidden from us.

Curious. Perhaps we have lost some of our weapons, and now the enemy have it?
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>>4612743
>take the time to properly introduce your students to your trusted advisors and friends, and explain the situation
A quick and proper distraction from the doom and gloom in the air.
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>>4612808
Only lieren could leave to murder a noble family and come back with about 300 cat children and a battalion of new recruits.
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>>4612743
>>Directly ask what is being hidden from you, as clearly some tragedy has befallen your army.
>>Find the Vishnu Chiefs and make sure they've been accepted by the rest of your army
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>>4612817
He is a primarch, even ferrus manus threw down with that metal dragon and gave it a lava bath with his bare fucking hands.

Really like ferrus manus even though he's barely a character
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>>4612820
It takes more than a primarch to leave on assassination and come back with 300 kids.
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>>4612743
>take the time to properly introduce your students to your trusted advisors and friends, and explain the situation
>Directly ask what is being hidden from you, as clearly some tragedy has befallen your army.

If it s technology tell them not to worry, we have already new ideas in mind that need to be made and then tested.
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>>4612820
He's a good boy, I hope we get along.
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>>4612820
>>4612821
>Lieren: dont talk to me or my 300 tiger kids ever again
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Do you guys think a humans could be made into space marines, like the tiger people once their numbers have stabilized?
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>>4612839
Lieren to Erebus: You'll never talk to me or any of my thousands of sons again, I'll make sure of it
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>>4612854
Can you rephrase the question? Because yes, humans can become space marines, this isn't a question.
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>>4612858
Fucked up my post, I meant abhumans
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>>4612865
Space marine process works better the closer they are to being human.
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>>4612854
>>4612865
The Blood Angels were the only legion that could really successfully recruit mutants due to their gene-seed if I’m remembering right
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Provided we get the time for their population to grow, the tiger folk will probably at most end up as elite guards. Their propensity for following orders coupled with what will no doubt be a martial art life style will make them exceptional warriors.

I can see emps altering their genetics back towards human if he doesnt decide to genocide them, provided he likes leiren enough to do so.
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>>4612972
If we put our foot down, day one, then the emperor will permit them to exist to get us onboard. Like a signing on bonus.
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>>4612743
>take the time to properly introduce your students to your trusted advisors and friends, and explain the situation
>Directly ask what is being hidden from you, as clearly some tragedy has befallen your army.
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>>4612743
Wander through pointing things out to the children so they understand what is what but also showing those observing your arrival that these are guests of ours, during the brief tour we will have the advantage of also being able to roam the corridors locating where everyone and our generals are giving us an inkling as to what is at work. Once the tour ends settle the children into their lodgings tell them we will introduce them to the others later, have food brought to them while we go and see our generals one by one, that you might here their stories without the words or judgement of another.
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>>4612977
>>4612972
"My Emperor, My Maker I shall give you what titles you crave but I only have one father and he was buried deep long ago. I shall be plain, to cleanse all things that you see as imperfect to destroy all but the utterly pure in your own eyes? A most unwise choice befitting not an Imperial Liege but a Tyrant most dreadful. For should you close the door upon the world for lacking perfection you make the world your enemy, better to show a gentle hand that those below believe or know there is a path to redemption and service. My Tigers are as much apart of my heart as the panthers or any number of the legions strong for it is through bonds of struggle, suffering and victory that one finds their true family"
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>>4613032
Seems a bit much. Emps isn't bad and that suggestion or genetic "fixing" sounds viable is safe enough.
Calling the Emperor a Tyrant would probably get Lieren a much deserved spanking.
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>>4612972
>>4612977
>>4613032
>>4613037
Felinids are a thing within the Imperial guard and Beastmen did serve in the imperial guard during the great crusade

>Pic Related
They either look like this or like cat girls, your choice how you want to perceive it, the point is, the tiger people are basically felinids of a different coat, and if through 'gene purifying' they become cat girl like...Well...Take that how you will.
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>>4613037
>>4613032
Actually no. The Emperor would definitely not genocide an sub-human type race just because they were too different, should they be useful. Take the modified ogryns in the Solar Auxiliary units. Those guys are like the precursors to storm troopers.
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>>4613046
tiger people are like felinids, but just better.
>extra arms for throwing down extra hands
>pretty obedient
>natural cqc weapons
>not shit
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>>4613032
I am with the other anon, theres no need for something so fancy.

The least our speech needs to be is "I accept you as an emperor, if not a father. If you are the emperor of all man, then they are your subjects and owe them protection, as a just ruler does to his people."
If you want to threaten him for some reason "If you would take arms against them, then I would tell you the fate of the last emperor who abused his subjects." But threatening the emperor, with his militant superiority would be retarded.
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>>4613119
Some big brain thinking, when we meet the Emperor, should he be addressed as a long lost father, or "ah, yes, space Emperor. It is good to finally meet you."

We could be diplomatic about it and ask him what would become of the tiger people. Depending on his solution, we could offer some alternative like "instead of purging them all, why not use them as soldiers? They would be of much more use alive than dead."
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>>4613122
Asking him "what will become of the tiger people" implies that he has choice and power over their fates. Which, lets be serious here, he doesn't if he wishes to keep our loyalty. These are our people and he will not enact purges upon them without several lists worth of good reasons.

As for greeting him, he isn't our father. Our fifal piety is rather lacking, on account of our great works taking so much of our time, but Weylan is our father and no absentee test tube daddy is going to claim the title and loyalty for a role he didn't fulfill at all.
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>>4613128
he will be our step dad
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>>4613131
Bold of you to think he'll be anything other than an absent and distant ruler.
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>>4613134
is there a difference?
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>>4613128
tbf the Emperor didn't get the chance to be a good father, or a distant one due to chaos taking us away from him. I think he deserves the chance, and we could make our relationship with the Emperor an amiable one instead of one out of necessity.
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>>4613152
truf
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>>4613122
I think we would firstly call him and any primarchs with him, diplomats and representatives of the Primarch people. Mostly because Lieren would consider them such. Honestly he would be probably happy to see finally his people. For then learn that they don t exist.
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>>4613197
I don't know much about all the primary's interactions, but I know that Dorn and I think Gorrilaman instantly knew the Emperor was their father. Could be the same in our case, or maybe not. We'll see soon enough won't we?
On the chance Lieren for some reason does not recognize the Emperor as his father, and the Emperor has yet to mention that fact yet, then it would probably make sense to address him as formally as you had suggested.
If or when he mentions "Hi there Lieren, it's ya boi, super space dad not god king supreme," then we should call him dad. Probably. If it's appropriate for the situation.
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>>4613213
I would be shocked if Lieren didn't realize that there is something very different about the Emps, even compared to ourselves and any other primarches we may meet.
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>>4613152
I would love for the relationship to be amicable. I simply dont think he would spend the time and effort to do so.
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>>4613221
Why wouldnt he work towards that, when he has everything to gain for having a good relationship with his real dad?
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>>4613277
I mean the emperor wouldnt expend the effort to work towards it.

As for why, simply because he doesnt have the time, depending on which part of the crusade we were discovered in. Horus only got special treatment because he was the first and had a few decades of being an only child, while later examples, like ferrus or Alpharius barely get more than a "hey, I'm the emperor, have your sons and get to work"
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To tack on my own unwanted thoughts in this conversation, I doubt Lieren wouldn't like Emps once he broadens his horizons and starts working on the literal liberation of humanity, despite the certain... extremes.
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>>4613296
I think we are just at the stage where we assume the worst and are preparing how much we are going to dig in our heels, identifying where we wont bend and where we are willing to compromise
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While we're on the whole speculation spectrum, what will our Legion be mostly outfitted with? Bolsters? Heavy bolsters? Power Claws?

I recall an earlier discussion of getting something similar to what the Custodes had. Probably a Halberd/Guandao with a hell las weapon combined to it.
Would or should we use masterwork lasguns or bolt weapons?
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>>4613532
I feel like while we may have our specialty as a Legion, we'd also do well to have different divisions in the Legion with different equipment for different roles.
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>>4613532
I like the idea of taking a top-shelf guardian spear and replacing the bolter with a lance cannon-tier lasweapon. Primarchs get OP shit and since our legion is the second, they might get some of the cool DAoT shit the Dark Angels passed on. Cool tech all around.
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>>4614240
I hope our Legion finds a way to scoot around dependency on the mechanicum. It would the fucking nice if we could make our own Masterwork grade stuff in the Manufactorum in our Galorian class battleship.
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>>4614250
I agree, I think Lieren is the type to see the harmful restrictions the Mechanicum puts on itself for what they are. I can see us offering to be the patron of someone like Koriel Zeth or some other borderline hereteks. Naming our Gloriana will be fun too. And pic related is my submission for Lieren's personal guard . I think it makes sense that our veteran terminator bodyguards share our scheme. Or it could be our first company's heraldry, Justaerins had a notably different paint jobs from the rest of their legion.
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>>4614250
The only way we can do it is keeping Artisans of our own, which is in violation of the treaty of mars, or getting our marines to take up blacksmithing.

Maybe make it a rite that they must forge their own melee weapons
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>>4614282
Did we alredy vote the Legion's colour?
Because I thought the mayority was aiming for a white/gold design
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>>4614294
I don't think it was voted on yet, But I do only really hang around too read QM's post.
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>>4614282
From my own biased opinion? I still like that color scheme despite it's color choice originating from Gao. We can probably have two at most. One for the bulk of our legion, and one for our personal guards/captains.
If anything we have at least four color patterns we could chose from for the various roles within our legion, so all's good.

As for Zeth or any secreted Hereteks, I'm on board with roughly what you have in mind. If we can temper their thirst for knowledge so safer levels, we could probably host a horde of these radical Magos in our fleets.

>>4614289
>The only way we can do it is keeping Artisans of our own, which is in violation of the treaty of mars, or getting our marines to take up blacksmithing.
>Maybe make it a rite that they must forge their own melee weapons
I like this idea too. We're coming up with a bunch of good ideas today.
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>>4614294
I personally want our Legion to retain their original colors. They earned their heraldry in their own conquest, it wouldn't feel right to impose our symbols and colors on them when their culture and history would be based on their own.
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>>4614301
I mean it isn't that great an idea. It involves devoting time and effort to making all of our marines not utter shit at forging crap, which will impact their combat preformance or training times.

It's just a question of "is it worth it"
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Here a fun idea I learned about on /tg/.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddhist_mummies
Imagine techno-buddha that literally get mummified by becoming one with the machine.
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>>4614303
Yeah you're probably right. We probably shouldn't jump the gun until we see their colors. Who knows, we might like them even more than the ones we came up with.

>>4614308
We can have a select few marines who are more tech inclined dedicate their focus into more mechanical and smithing roles. I think Tech-marines are already a thing.
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>>4614294
We haven't voted for legion colors yet because we haven't met our legion.
>>4614303
That's fair, that terminator was a proposition for our personal guard or 1st company anyway, not the legion as a whole.
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>>4614314
>dreadnought tech-monks
Oh hell yeah.
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>>4614315
they are a thing, but that is hardly "Scooting away from a dependency on the mechanicum" is it? Having our marines learn and swear oaths of loyalty to mars.
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>>4614333
Did the Emperor ever plan to go back on the Treaty of Mars and wrestle control of the technological sector from the Mechanicum?
That sounds like something he and Lieren (and Perturabo) would be interested in.
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>>4614333
It's a start. Having Techmarines will be a good place to start. Once we're more acquainted with the Mechanicum and do some social carousing around theImperium, we could work together with the Radical Mago's and see how many we can keep safe in our fleet.
The Dark Angels have their Fallen
The Space Wolves have their Wolfen
Blood Angels have their Black Rage
We'll have our hidden Hereteks, among other things.
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Why not dedicate an entire Chapter to tech stuff?
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>>4614340
I think there was some vague mutterings of pushing their shit in once the galaxy was conquered and the webway project was complete in order to get Terra total control of everything. Same with the navigator houses.
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>>4614340
He did, when they were no longer required for his empire, ie everyone had been conquered.
But they have never stopped being vital parts of his empire.

>>4614341
Eh, no need for such cloak and dagger, we can literally just say they are held under our employ by treaty between us.
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>>4614341
We actually have one thing we could do. If the Horus Heresy stuff happens and Mars gets fucked, we could keep an archive of STCs which we could return with the copies to the Martian AdMech telling them that maybe they could look the other way. Sisters of Battle had a similar deal.
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>>4614349
> we can literally just say they are held under our employ by treaty between us.
wait really? how?
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>>4614349
Regardless, I think we should discuss subverting them with the Emperor. I'm sure there's at least one talented Tech Priest who sees the wisdom in fealty to the Emperor.
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>>4614374
Because dad knows best sometimes and it's better to ensure that everyone is on the same page.
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>>4614356
Simple.

"I, Primarch Lieren, have forged with magos such-and-such-a-face and his venerable sect/cult/forge world, that my legion shall receive 4 score of artisan retainers, while in exchange we swear serious oath to defend their fiefs from all who would seek it's destruction, alien, traitor or other malady. We make this treaty in [year] of the great crusade and it has been ratified by all due officials of both our great organisations, binding from now until the end of time."

Boom, we just got 48 tech magos' to work on our shit and we are in turn in an alliance with a specific forgeworld.

>>4614374
No need, We can deal with the individuals themselves.
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>>4614380
>Boom, we just got 48 tech magos' to work on our shit and we are in turn in an alliance with a specific forgeworld.
48 indoctrinated technophiles you mean. Their private worship is one step away from actual Heresy.
>No need, We can deal with the individuals themselves.
>potentially causing a massive rift between the Imperium and Mechanicum without the counsel and approval of the Emperor
That's just reckless, even if we mean well.
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>>4614386
If you can find none indoctrinated technophiles who are also good at their jobs, be my guest.

But scooping up the one's who follow our needs and beliefs, such as those with rather lax faith, is simply a matter of finding them. And they are out there, if we care to look.

And it won't be a massive rift to sponsor individuals and invite them for a position in our crusading fleets anymore than it will cause a massive rift headhunting a paticular rememberancer.

Just make our offer to them, if they accept then it's all on the level.
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>>4614392
I hope Lieren's capacity for perception and reading people can transfer to people who have been augmented with cybernetics.
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>>4614660
It will, the hardware may change but the mind is the same, if augmented. There will be ticks and tells for Leiren to read, and im pretty sure his warp fuckery is looking at the soul directly.
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Calling the vote now, sorry for there being another day without an update, my computer was being a pile of shit again.

Take time to properly introduce your students to your trusted friends and advisors:7
Find the Vishnu chiefs and make sure they've been accepted by the rest of your army: 4
Directly ask what is being hidden from you:6
Bury the question for now and gather your generals to hear their reports:1
Give the children a tour of Dai Castle:1

Total votes:10

Alright, So Lieren will quickly check on the Vishnu chiefs to ensure they aren't being discriminated against, and then call his advisors and friends to properly introduce them to his students and explain the situation

And as soon as he's done doing that, he'll directly ask them what tragedy they're hiding from him, while they're all gathered in one place.

Writing now

Sorry for the wait
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>>4615478
No problem man, we all appreciate the work you do for us
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It will of course be easy to confirm the possibility that old grudges have began to rot and sour the roots of your great army, or disprove the notion utterly with but a simple action. You glance back at the mob of tiger children gathered behind you, hidden behind the men you've recruited.

Most of them are peering curiously from beneath their guardians' robes and admittedly shoddy armor, watching the daily rituals of the warriors that flock under your banner, or the servants of Dai committing the toil and labor necessary to keep the affairs of their master and this castle running smoothly.

Flashing a quick smile, you raise two fingers into the air, the tips of them reaching the peak of your brow. All of your student's attention snaps back to you as Ananya clacks her jaw harshly, being the first to spot the motion. One you've trained most of your followers to know as meaning "Wait for further orders". The men guarding them also react as they've been taught to, and stop gaping in amazement at the sheer variety and volume of men that now surround them, and stand straight as a pole driven through dried earth, at attention and awaiting your command. Their spears standing beside them, much like the ears of their two hundred and eighty five charges.

With an amused chuckle, you flick your fingers down flat. The chuckle turns into a full laugh, shaking your belly and shoulders as you clap your hands together and throw back your head. Ananya's expression twists into one of barely contained embarresment, and expression shared by the men meant to be the shield of her and her peers. For they've sat to the ground along with them, legs cross and hands set upon their knees.

"How well I've trained you all, even you, warriors of such skill and talent" You say playfully, lightly teasing your companions and students as more than one of the new soldiers bow their head, not wishing to ignore the compliment buried within the friendly insult. A few of the children join you in laughing, as you twist around on one of your heels and march further into the courtyard. A few of the officers of rank walk to you, clasp their hands together and bow to greet you as so many others already have.

But their eyes do not leave the strange company you've brought along with you. One of them, a man who is a distant relation to Qian Xia and her "little brother" Xiaowen, does not immediately leave your side as the others do and speaks to you. His tone is polite and deeply respectful.

"Lieren, I am glad you have returned to us unharmed, though I had no doubt within my own mind that you would, for who could truly threaten an existence as uniquely mighty as your own?" He says, much like his cousin trying to endear himself to you with sweet words and kindly smiles, you nod. It'd be a misstep to tell them of the trials you found within the forest, and those you sought beyond it, as it may convince the majority of your followers of the fact you yourself have known from your "birth".
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>>4615600

That you are as mortal as they are, and do in fact bleed as they do. To crush the illusion of apparent indestructibility that has fallen over the eyes of your men, would be a folly, as then they may argue against the "hunts" you partake in. Which would be simply inefficient.

"I gave my word I'd return, as I have always done before, I would not break a promise given to those held so dearly in my heart so easily" You say happily, avoiding mentioning anything that may destroy the great and mighty Lieren that has been built in the collective consciousness of your men, to do so would lower morale, and thus their combat efficiency.

"But I take it you have a reason for coming to speak with me, outside of laying praises and well wishes at my feet like spoken tribute?" You ask with a gentle laugh as the man shakes his head and joins you with a far more boisterous bellow of laughter than your own, throwing his head back as he did.

"Oh no no, I know you hate being seen as an idol of worship, humble friend" He says, pulling his fingers apart, only to join them again beneath his sleeves of red, the same hue worn by Qian Xia and her son of course "I merely wished to ask of your, small companions over there, many of us were curious to see you return from a journey you undertook alone with an entourage numbering in the hundreds and proceeded by"

He lifts his head, motioning with his chin to the very people you were walking to meet, the Vishnu Gathered by the lakes' edge.

"Such queer looking folk, it truly speaks of your character and charisma that you could bring home life when you marched off to deal death" The man says quiet poetically, praising your with every word he speaks

"So you did wish to give me the gift of compliments after all, you flower oh so sly" You say, gently patting the man on his shoulder as he laughs once again "And I'll explain the situation and events that led me to gather such companions, shortly, there are, after all other matters I must see to first"

"I suppose I did, but I'd prefer if you'd call my cousin a flower instead, even if it is my heraldry as well" He says, bowing his head "For she is far more lovely a sight than I, Though I suppose she is not to your tastes considering the gossip I have heard, I shall leave you to your task, my dear friend Lieren"

Akanksha or Kamakshi must've learnt Yan or found a translator. How troublesome. You'd have to make efforts to find the two of them a husband before their adoration and carnal desire for you became dangerous.

"And I shall hope you can remember the duties given unto you, my friend" You say shaking your head as you turn and leave the man with one final chuckle. You wear a smile as you approach the gathering of the Vishnu, and see a most fascinating sight.

Zian, without his mask covering his horrific scars, or any clothing above his hips knee deep in mud, locked in a grapple with a woman that is taller than the man himself.
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>>4615603

Rong is cheering him on, along with Xin, who has also taken to a similar state of undress as the Vishnu themselves. Aruna is sat upon a chair, running a comb through his hair as he watches the spectacle alongside Rudra, and one of Lai's men who has a prodigious mustache hanging over his lip. Om is nowhere to be seen, but you caught the glint of the bronze rings Kamakshi wears around her neck within the crowd.

Only Akanksha is missing, but considering her youth, she may have wandered in her restlessness.

You watch the fight for a few moments, as Zian roars and grits his teeth, which are visible through the deformity that has ruined his face and jaw. The Woman presses her arms down upon him, and then Zian preforms a maneuver from the Carp style, expertly. Jinhai himself would've been awed to see it. Slipping his fingers from her own, he ducks to the side as she bears down on him, pivots on his heel and positions himself behind her.

And grasps the hem of the furs she wears around her waist. After that it is only a matter of leverage and momentum turned to a new direction, and the warrior women is buried in the mud at Zian's feet. The usually stoic man gives a shout, and smacks his wrists together. Before he returns to his senses, and kneels to the mud and bows as a proper Yan warrior should.

Rong and Xin hoot loudly with cheers, as his opponent stares blankly at the sky, confused as to how she ended upon the ground so suddenly.

Aruna and Rudra give cheers of their own, and Rudra stands from his chair, a fire gleaming in his eye.

In Vishnu he shouts "I'll challenge this one for the right to be seated, I wish to taste that fighting spirit of his for myself"


Well, it seems your worries of your new allies not being welcomed and accepted, were unfounded and without foundation. At least for now, they seemed to be getting along well with the other men of your forces, if at least because they had come with slips proving their allegiance to yourself and the cause you all fought for. It did bring a smile to your face to see.

Though you had doubts if Zian could continued his winning streak when Rudra was coming to face him. But, with his talent in the carp style, he had a chance.

But you could not see it, for you had other duties to see to, and an answer to find. And if you stayed too long around these Wild men, no doubt the eyes of your unwanted paramours would find you again and you'd have to deal with their affections and waste more time.

So you leave the wrestlers to their games, and find Gang again, as he had not had time to leave the courtyard yet. You caught him as he was making his way to the halls of his ancestral home.
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>>4615607

"Dai Gang, if It would not be presumptuous of me to ask, I would request that you send would, by your own tongue or those of your servants, that I want my advisors and close companions gathered in this courtyard, with utmost haste" You say kindly and happily, smiling as you clasp your hands to greet the heir of Dai politely and properly.

"Lord Lieren, why did you not ask of me when we met at the gate?" He asks with a smile "And I'd consider it an honor to carry your message to our comrades as you so wish. And do worry yourself, to ask such a thing of me is not at all imprudent or foul mannered, after all, the Dai hold a great debt to your name, Lieren"

Lord Lieren, the name does so bitter the tongue. It's far too much for a man like yourself, who simply wishes to better the lives of others and make the world a better place.

You bow your head and quickly rise.

"Yes, but I would not think that I should be allowed such privilege just because of who I am, it'd but quite foolish of me to assume such" You say happily "And I shall of course, patiently await the my advisors and friends upon this spot"

"Ah how your humbleness inspires me, Wise Lieren, I shall not waste a moment more" Dai Gang said, bowing himself before he marched past you, unclasping his hands smoothly as he walked away.
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It took sometime for your advisors and companions to be gathered, and the air that hangs around them further proves your suspicions that something dreadful had occurred in your absences. You know all these men and women well enough to be able to spot signs of their sorrows and sadness from a great distance indeed, but when they are standing right before your eyes, it is as easily seen as the fog around you.

The three kings of war stand at the front of the sudden formation of lords, generals and geniuses alike. Along with them stands Jinhai, who had been in the middle of training when Dai Gang found him. Behind him, Yin Lei, Lai song, and Dai Nui, stand Shan, Dandan, the assistant of yours who still refuses to give his name, Daiyu, Yin Delun, Guozhi who had apparently been found on the road to Dai castle in deep meditation not long after you had left, and many others. Including the brothers of the panthers and your personal guard. Though Small Chen, Jiang and Red faced wei have yet to join their number.

"My benevolent and wise friend" Dai says first, his voice quiet and reserved as he takes a step closer to you "May this humble lord ask why we have been gathered so suddenly?"

"Simple, I wish to properly introduce you to the students I've found in my travels" You say, warmth and kindness in your voice as the old lord nods slowly. Jinhai looks up when you mention students, while Guozhi laughs happily.

"Students?" Yin Lei asks curiously, his eyes focused on you rather than the figures hidden behind you "Adherents to the Journey?"
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>>4615608

"They'd have to be, if they've been taught by Lieren" Lai song says, tugging at his mustache as Yin Lei nods

"Of course, only the deaf and blind can speak with Lieren and not see the wisdom of his words" The black generals says with a single nod of his head "I assume, they are the children gathered behind you?"

"Odd" Jinhai says simply, as Feng looks at your students and tilts his head, no doubt seeing their features even beneath the fog.

"You are correct, Black general. I have taken them under my protection and tutelage, after the deaths of their parents and destruction of their society" You say in reply "The Vishnu that have also gathered beneath our banner had a hand in that destruction, but I do not consider the killings they committed to be a crime, for their parents were"

You pause for a moment and sigh slowly, closing your eyes as images of the horrors of the Tiger people's camp and what lay beneath rush to your minds eye.

"Misguided and corrupt, I would have done the same, but I could not leave children to starve and suffer" You say as you open your eyes again, Guozhi has pushed his way to the front of the crowd, young blue eyes gleaming brightly

Feng and Jinhai glance to eachother, no doubt to confirm if they have noticed what the other has.

"Yes, the Vishnu, gave us quite a fright when six hordes of screamers came down from the hills, until one of them spoke broken Yan and showed that scroll he carried" Lai song grumbles, arms crossed "Different breed than the Vishnu I've ran down in my years, but they seem agreeable, do they not? Yin Lei? Dai Nui"

"A new companion on the road is always a welcome sight" Yin Lei says simply.

"So long as they learn to cover themselves" Dai Nui mutters

"Remarkable, remarkable, to think your benevolence was truly so boundless, My friend" Guozhi says excitedly, no doubt in his great wisdom understanding the oddity of your students at first glance "Truly we share the same heart and mind, Lieren"

"I have always had a soft spot for children" You say with a smile

"Yes, but those aren't normal children, are they?" Guozhi says, raising his eyebrows as he walks by you, curling his long white beard on his finger "So your eyes see beyond the material world, after all. I figured they could, taking your vast wisdom into consideration

"Eh, What's the old man talking about?" Lai song asks, glancing over your students once again "What's so strange about them?"

"I cannot see it myself" Dai Nui said, glancing to his fellow general "The fog is especially thick today"

"He wanted it to be, there's a reason he's kept them in thick robes and hide" Yin Lei says, guessing correctly that you were hoping the fog would hide the shape your students took.

"Of course he did, my brother is a smart man, everything he does is planned and calculated" Feng says, flashing a grin "But the fog cannot hide secrets from these eyes of mine"
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>>4615610

"Of course it couldn't my brother, I also anticipated you could see, as I did for Jinhai" You say proudly "Why do you not tell them what is strange about my charges, Feng my brother and friend?"

"Tigers, they have the faces and fur of Tigers, I can spot those features in the deepest fog or darkness" Feng says, a frown overtaking his smile as he speaks "After all, I am kin to panther's myself"

"As I said, odd" Jinhai chimes in. Lai Song starts with shock and Dai Nui narrows his eyes. Yin Lei remains stoic as ever. The rest watch on, shifting uncomfortably where they stand "But Lieren could not be tricked by any beast, so I did not think it was important to explain, though they are a bit more pleasing to look at than you, Feng"

"Why does a fish know how to walk anyways, Jinhai" Feng replies with a smirk, which Jinhai himself returns

"Yes, they are of beastly shape and may even look monstrous to your eyes, but they are men still, and they are my students. Come, Avinash, Ananya, be the first to greet these noble uncles" You say confidently, smiling playfully as you raise your hand. Guozhi follows them to your side, looking at their faces closely, muttering "marvelous" as if it were a mantra, as he watches them like a hawk would a jackal.

Lai Song keeps himself steadied, Dai Nui looks at them judgingly, and Yin Lei smiles as well as his features will allow him to.

"Avinash, Student of uncle Lieren, greets you warmly" Avinash says, causing Lai Song to jump again and begin laughing in amazement as Dai Nui's eyes widen with shock

"Ananya, Student of Uncle Lieren, Greets you warmly as well" Ananya says moments later, falling to one knee alongside the four armed boy who stands on the other side of you

"By the courts" Dai Nui says as they throw off their hoods and look up at him and the rest of the men gathered before them "I.. I cannot scarcely believe my eyes"

"I thought The Vishnu were impressive, this is, a miracle, you've civilized such...children?" Lai song says "they speak clearer than my own son, and so well mannered as well"

"Of course he could" Feng says as he rolls his shoulders and stretches his arms

Ananya looks at Feng judgingly, before barking "You have no fur"

"You did say you were kin of the panther" You tease as your scarred friend blushes and looks away, thoroughly embarrassed, before a frown returns to his face "You do not seem as surprised as your peers, Yin Lei"

"Why would I be, you're very charismatic and befriend nearly every child you meet, why would I be surprised that you have made friends with a few more" Yin Lei says simply "It'd be stranger if you hadn't sought to save them, by my understanding of you"

"Brother Feng is somewhat prone to boasting!" Shaved head wei calls out from within the crowd, which has no broken as each member of it wishes to see the two "miracle children" you've called from the rest
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>>4615612

"I am simply amazed by your ability to remain calm and stoic no matter what occurs around you, my friend" You chuckle as you glance back at the rest of your students and kneel, beckoning them to your side "Come forward, they will not harm you or even dream of it, come and tell them who you are, show them how human you are my dear students"

"They can all speak?" Lai song gapes as Guozhi cackles

"Of course they can, a poor teacher focuses on only a handful of his students" He replies, smacking his cane upon the ground

"Though, before they begin introductions, I must ask what you have been trying to keep hidden from me" You say sternly, letting all around hear how serious you are of this matter.

It is like a bolt of lightning has struck all of your advisors and friends, for they immediately fall silent and still, a few of them even wincing. Feng just bows his head low and closes his eyes.

Lai song looks over to Dai Nui, as Yin Lei approaches Avinash carefully.

Dai Nui takes a breath and looks your directly in your eyes solemnly.

"I am only hear to speak to you still, as one of your men gave their lives to protect me from an attack carried out by the enemy general Kang Yongrui" He says slowly and quietly, guilt and pain present in his voice in near equal measures "one of your personal guard, threw himself in front of me, and saved my life as you had done not long before"

A pain shoots from your chest, like a knife dug in the flesh above your twin hearts. It burns painfully, and then suddenly becomes so bitingly cold it feels like your flesh has become frozen. All thoughts have fled your mind.

"It was Small Chen, and it is my fault he had to give his life" Feng says sorrowfully, tears filling his usually bright and proud eyes, as they fill your own. Jinhai bows his head mournfully.

"He, held on for some time, a few days longer. He lingered" Dai Nui continues, the old man staring at the ground "His body and will were strong. He wished to speak to you again, but he"

"He passed last night" Jinhai says sadly "beneath Wei's watch"

Everything feels like it has become as light as air, there is more fog in your head than there is upon all of Shangrala. Your eyes burn with tears. It is hard to breath, like a great weight has been pressed against you from either side.

What do you do Lieren?
> Openly mourn your lost friend, and tell Feng he is not to blame. Small Chen had always been a loyal man.
> Ask to be led to Kang Yongrui, you wish to see the man who slew your guard and dear friend.
>contain your emotions, and thank your advisors for their honesty. Allow them to meet your students, and then plan your next move in this war
>Chen's family deserves to know, you must tell them, they must know of his heroic death. You must tell them, or your heart will wither.
>Write in?
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>>4615614
>Openly mourn our friend, assure feng that it isnt his fault.
>While we are permitted to mourn, we must keep our grief and wrath from seeking revenge against Kang.

The journey is quite clear here. "If you must laugh, laugh. If you must cry, cry. But always control your emotions".
We are not hypocrites, no matter what the Mao woman said.
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>>4615614
>> Openly mourn your lost friend, and tell Feng he is not to blame. Small Chen had always been a loyal man.
>>Thank your advisors for their honesty. Allow them to meet your students, and then plan your next move in this war
>>Write in?
>Figure out who the best hand-to-hand combatants are in our ranks and teach them the Fog Panther style.
Third choice wouldn't be happening immediately, obviously
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>>4615628
Support
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>>4615631
Best to leave the third option until we plan the next move in the war room. That is the place to recommend changes to the training.
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>>4615636
second choice is plan the next move, so we would probably tell out generals and advisors (in a war room of some sort maybe?) to source through their own ranks while we keep a lookout ourselves.
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>>4615614
Backing this >>4615628
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>>4615628
supporting and adding
>Chen's family deserves to know, you must tell them, they must know of his heroic death. You must tell them, or your heart will wither.
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>>4615641
I dunno, the second choice kinda reads like a mental strategy meeting rather than a proper war meeting, since it let's the others meet the kids.
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>>4615647
But having then find the best among their corps is a good idea.

>>4615646
We can't abandon the war front for such a reason anon. It may hurt, but we cannot compromise our war effort for sentimentality
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>>4615614
> Openly mourn your lost friend, and tell Feng he is not to blame. Small Chen had always been a loyal man.
I assume that if we didn't take so long we could have saved him?
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>>4615653
No, we couldn't have saved him. He was shot while we were judging the Mao. If we took less time to make sure the Mao would be looked after or didnt scour their men for people to follow us, we could have got here early enough to talk to him before he passed on.

I dont think we have the medicinal knowledge to have saved him. But then, we are a primarch, so maybe we could have.
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>>4615614
> Openly mourn your lost friend, and tell Feng he is not to blame. Small Chen had always been a loyal man.
>Chen's family deserves to know, you must tell them, they must know of his heroic death. You must tell them, or your heart will wither
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>>4615663
If he took that much time to die it was either internal bleeding or lead poisoning, we 100% know to save his life. Probably crippled, but alive.
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>>4615646
man, that will take us so far out of our way. I would love to be able to but he was only one man, we have to think about everyone on Shangrala. when we delay, people like Small Chen die everyday.
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>>4615683
Maybe. But I dont know if the egg taught us how to do internal surgery
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>>4615652
true enough I suppose brother anon, but at the very least we at least owe the family our condolences
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>>4615700
We need to make a list of everyone that died on our side and personally visit every family when the war ends.
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>>4615700
We owe them considerations, our most sincere apologies, our support and our prayers for small chen's soul.

But unfortunately, not everyone can get what they are owed. I think we should send some of the brothers of the panther to take him home to be buried with full honours and to carry our sorrows to their family.
But we are needed here.

>>4615703
Ehhhh. That's just not Practicle anon. It would be wandering the entire land and more besides as our forces expand in size.
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>>4615706
If things keep going the way they are, we will end up visiting just a few dozen people. It seems rifles are op in the chinese medieval warfare meta.
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I’ll support >>4615628
>>4615699
We need to go back and learn from the egg after this war, hopefully before Big E finds us
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>>4615614
I'm down for whatever the majority vote is.
I guess this will be an example of the "consequences" for picking multiple choices ergo taking too much time.

>>4615699
If it taught Lieren how to make guns, he'd probably know enough about medicine. We did pick that medicine and crop improvement method back in the early stages of completing the Great Road of Gao.

>>4615700
We can probably do it after the wat. The sooner this is complete, the bettter?

>>4615628
support. I'd like to talk with Kang before all of this.
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