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The crew ventures into a castle of mirrors, where eerie visions and a cryptic patron challenge their quest. Will they uncover the truth, or will the reflections trap them in endless chaos?
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welcome back everybody for another episode of a chaos odyssey
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welcome back everybody fight dinosaurs at some point
we should we should they do exist what do you think oh man that's like the most loved
horus heresy book the book where they take an entire book out of the heresy to have ironhands
fight dinosaurs also i'm not joking yeah i was about to say i haven't read the books
do they actually fight dinosaurs oh yeah here here i'm gonna show you the cover just to prove
just to prove that i am not fucking lying this is this is
one of the most reviled chorus heresy books just because it suddenly is like oh and by the way
you're you're fighting dinosaurs the damnation of pythos of people which is written by david
annandale who is a treasurer i actually really enjoyed the book but it's 416 pages of the iron
hands fight dinosaurs during the heresy and this was their 30th novel in the series sorry for party
rocking i guess
yeah apparently this this is we don't we we need to wait longer for this other thing to be done do
you got an idea for a book for a release schedule and he's like i got it and they did such good
cover artwork yeah that is kind of baller you know i gotta give that to them how many of them
died from the dinosaurs like spoiler for the damnation of pythos
everybody okay okay if if you need to block out the next little bit zurn will put up i don't know
something on the screen easy put up a spoiler warning put up a spoiler warning okay so the
damnation of pythos is about a group of iron hands raven garden salamanders who escape istvan five
and like regroup on a shitty fucking death world filled with dinosaurs and weird ass chaos cultists
and then the emperor's children show up um at some point
to fuck them up and um then the end of the book is everyone dies
man these guys just can't catch a fucking break istvan to dinosaurs to fucking dead yes yes they
fucking all die and the only through line is that the fucking like demon that ends up killing them
takes their ship and like
basically fucking demon flies it and goes into space he later shows up in a future book by the
same author to go tempt sanguineous there there's yes you're telling me that the demon is the only
survivor and he carjacks a ship that he does not need because demons just get to go with the warp
he just took it for shits and gigs now correct me part of me wants to be really mad for setting up
an entire book of characters that you then annihilate so you can have one unrelated thing
happen to go and further the plot of an established lore character that would make me spit blood
that's grimdark baby and like it's a fucking great horror book but if you're someone who's
like in love with the heresy you're like why the fuck is this happening what what is going on it's
a fun little this is a this is a pro damnation
of pythos uh podcast let's see yeah yeah yeah not anymore and it's preceded by a real banger of
a book too which also heavily features the emperor's children so i don't know that they
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to our warhammer podcast now we get to watch the damnation of lithos welcome back everyone
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amazing adventure stuff happening i think last time if i remember right
i think
llivos
bought a space wolf
or are we after that
it's been a bit
you were on
ور after that
we were after that
we were after that
we missed one fucking week
look dude
i'm busy
all right
oh
there's a
lot
okay
a lot
all right
all right
we're attacking each other already
all right
it begins
i'm the
speaker
shoot
earned l with a plasma gun
now we're on this
thank you
remember we're on a ship
translated through
through oh that's right i was annoying the hell out of the lady the entire time it's coming back
to me now i was annoying the hell out of her just being as awkward as hell yeah we took we took the
arvis later down to the surface and then uh evgeny was the only one flying it and nearly crashed us
that's right you had to kickstart your heart playing yeah we were in an awkward position
where cephas had to lean through the door and shoot furies as they attempted to crash through
the windshield to kill evgeny excellent we're tracking down our dark apostle friend on a world
that was segmented into the four gods of chaos plus big stripes of dead zone in between them
uh we saw a vision of um one of the battles that took place during the horse heresy that we were
present for um uh um and
and
and
and
Then funny ship things happened
But we managed to land
Because we love Evgeny
You see, this was my psyop the entire time
If I just get it wrong, everyone else
Wants to be right and does it right for me
So I don't have to do the recap
Oh, so you're studying
The same school that I studied at
Yes
An expert ploy to get me to do what I want
To do anyway
Hello, Bee
Hi, Bee, everyone say hi to Bee
We love Bee
Hi, Bee
Now as Bee has joined us on the Arvis lighter
It has plot armor, it can't be harmed
Yeah, we can't destroy the Arvis now
It's already landed
Yeah, Thurston
What adventures do you have for us today?
Well, I believe
That where we left off was
There was a
Vast castle
Off in the distance
A tower comprised
Of mirrors
That you saw
From, from where you landed
It was sort of looming in the landscape ahead
You'd come out of the Arvis lighter
To see this site
What are you doing?
I reload my bolt gun
Okay
Slaneshi
Absolutely
My false will turn
To Byzante
What do your special eyes see?
Yes
Yes
Well, wouldn't you like to know?
All right, I will go and as requested
Make a perception or awareness
Yeah, give me, give me awareness
Very good
I will be making it at plus 30
Thanks to my off specs
Are there any other penalties?
No, just, just a challenging check
Just plus zero
Okay
Oh
Hello?
Hello?
Oh
That's really bad
However, because I have an off specs
Even though I rolled a 96
I do get to reroll
Okay
That's better
All right
With a 59
That's three degrees of success
You can see that the structure is
Not entirely comprised out of mirrors
As it seems
But it seems that there are
Rock formations
That despite this sort of
Structure
There are
Some
Some
Some
Some
Some
Some
Some
Some
Some
Some
Some
Some
Some
Some
Some
Some
Some
Some
Some
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my good my good good friend um give me everybody's favorite willpower test at minus 10 oh boy
well really changing it up there all right minus 10 willpower for a 37 and only one degree of
failure okay alas um you you stare into this and it's strange you feel as though things are
peering back at you in some odd way can you roll me 1d 100 please yes absolutely i can
um that is going to be a 52
okay um excellent
excellent
excellent
um you you managed to break your eyes uh clearly nothing bad has happened
i'll turn and take a look at lithos i'm gonna make another willpower minus there it is
excellent there it is yes
all right well lithos would you like to know what i saw
oh lithos seeing the bait
knowing from all the years i've known him as i says i've as lifos has noticed by xanthi has been looking at this thing and getting all the information seeing that his head didn't explode and nothing weird has happened to him he'll go okay the first trap has been passed he didn't die now i shall science science i just ignore him and then i looked through the warp and try to gain any perspective on this castle see if there's anything uh that i can find that could be passed by companionship
fable eyes
please give me a
what a load of
yeah absolutely this will be challenged again so no no no sure thing looking for 48
degrees of success sir
awesome roll me a d100
let's see if
light
lithos's head blows up yes you're about to die
oh okay no that's a good rule though
um
give me one sec here
one second by xanthi
his fingers are to his temples
there is
eldritch lightning
that scores a great deal of damage to the temple and that's what we're looking for
is this supposed to be the end of the world
me
that would be it
okay
well what about the other side of thehd
i mean you can see it's over there
it's still like that
as well
oh
it's still there
that's it
okay
all right
so um
we're going to get to that
and then i'll see you next time
see ya
bye bye
you want something else too?
oh my god
yeah young people won't know what that is now
that depresses me
the young people won't know about
the 2010s meme
oh it's true
well no I know they won't
we're not fucking playing this game
no I'm putting a stop to this now
like my old ass can't take
this kind of hip hop
yeah
holy fuck guys
you know how many times I've been assailed lately
over like I'm
fucking the young person in the room
and I am not the young person in the room
I'm not dealing with the reverse
not here not now
back in my day
we used to have
Neon Cat
and
I wish I was a hero
I'm taking that fucking hero point back you son of a bitch
give it
give it
give it to me I'm taking it back
Alice this is what I am hearing
of the Eldritch speed back
I am getting of like
something about hero points
massive headache
Lithos will turn to Byzantium
and
oh
I got an 83
but I'm not bound by anything
weird anyway
Byzantium
did you just roll a willpower
did you fucking roll a willpower
to stop me
I love speaker
yes
good good excellent
black eye just twitches slightly
let me willingly give you this affirmation
that I've now surmised about our target
there's an Eldritch streak across the sky
it is focusing in this one point
a sorcerer
or something who knows its way around the warp
who knows its way around the magics of this world
he is inside there
so we must be cautious
I will do my best to protect us
but if you notice anything
stranger
then we usually deal with
out of sorts
protect your mind
or it
will take you
oh I have no doubts
Lithos
you'll do everything in your power
to overcome this Eldritch streaking
why?
you're the best streaker I know
oh why thank you
he like flips his keg
ignoring the obvious insult
he's just glad he's like
I'm glad you recognize my greatness
in one of many things
then let us get this over with quickly
I prefer not to deal with this
sorceress shit
cephis?
uh yes?
Yes, brother. What is it?
I do worry about your charge, and also of Yevgeny.
If anything psychically powerful, only when your war charges begin, I risked, at least in case of Yevgeny, his exposure.
I would like for him to choose his way, instead of being forced.
Would your companion be, well, a shield?
For him, when called upon. But it is not from my say. It is yours, as I make this request.
You are right to ask for my permission first, for my own, well, for my attendant's life, as it were. But yes.
Lucid Tricks, I'm already ready for it, Lord.
You have your answer, Lyphos.
Good.
Lyphos will address the rest of the group.
Maybe like,
Be careful as we enter.
I'm unsure if Byzante found an alternative way inside, instead of just marching through the front gate.
But, I assume if he did, he would begin to go on his own whim.
As he just looks at Byzante.
Likish!
Byzante has a Devil and an angel appear on his shoulder.
Both look like Byzante.
Okay, okay, so, One of them has cherubic wings, the other's, like, kind of bat winged, I guess.
Both look like Byzante, but they're both little tiny demonettes.
And one of them, the one in the angel costume, goes,
Pyzante, now is your chance!
You can regale them all with your antlers!
all with your expert skills
and have them awash
in your incredible competence.
And then the devil speaks,
but Byzante,
this motherfucker doesn't care
about you. He's only
looking to grandstand himself.
What would really piss him off
is if you led everyone in the
opposite direction of where they're supposed
to go.
I'm gonna interject.
There's a third angel that
appears on your head who's just
hooded and says,
but Byzante, you have many
secrets.
I agree. I agree.
Byzante will just say that out
loud and then begin walking towards the tower
siding with the third angel.
Good bit.
As we are,
I presume we're following Byzante
now, now that Byzante is just going
towards the tower.
I let him go.
I believe it was
ahead of us by a chunk.
And then I follow.
Yeah, so this is going to...
Sorry, go ahead.
So long as we go forward.
Alright, that is the plan.
You know, I can pathfind
and all, but truth be told,
I'd be most pleased
if we had the wizard up front
to handle wizardry.
Oh, I can
mistreat from behind.
You need to protect me from any other prince.
Yes, after I've been...
Yes, after I've been...
Yes, after I've been...
Yes, after I've been...
Yes, after I've been...
Yes, after I've been...
After I've been pulverized
by an errant doom bolt.
I say you take the lead.
Don't worry.
I'll be right behind you.
Is this going to be a thing
where I get in front of like,
no, after you,
and then you get in front...
No, after you.
Cephas, Cephas, Bethael,
Yevgeny, and Lucitrix
sitting at the back,
watching the two of them
constantly like,
I think you should go first.
I think you should go first.
I think you should go first.
I think you should go first.
I think you should go first.
I think you...
I think you should go first.
I think you should go first.
I think you should go first.
We're going to keep doing this all day.
Like, how about we go together, brother?
How romantic.
And he extends a hand to him,
like his left hand.
Oh, what joy.
And I'll hold his hand
and begin skipping forward merrily.
I begin to write a description
upon his palm
into the emerald that he has.
Sorry.
You, bitch, you do what?
Hey.
Hey, fan fiction writers out there,
come with me into my office.
No.
Thurston, have you not looked on Tumblr?
You really should look on Tumblr.
Oh, the people are rejoing out.
The people are rejoing out.
I've been seeing the art they've been putting in.
They've been doing fantastic.
It's really good.
It's so good.
We love it.
They are very thirsty for the chaos polycule.
Regardless.
As the two of them head forward,
uh, Cephas is going to lean to Bethael.
You know, I'm getting the feeling
that despite the two of them
being particularly,
not antisocial,
more just untrustworthy,
they seem to put a lot of stock
into each other.
I'm so glad they have each other.
Lucifix goes to Evgeny.
And I'm glad we are back here.
Any closer and I would get a headache.
Okay.
Frankly, I'm happy to not have
the whispering in my head.
Uh, Evgeny,
Lucifix walks up to you.
Good news, brother.
I've been selected to die for you.
That's what?
And now the, um...
I'm assuming, I'm assuming that you mean
that you've been selected to
pal along with me
and be my buddy
for this buddy system that we're doing?
Not that you're actually going to
sacrifice yourself for me.
No, not, not intentionally.
I'm just more likely to do so.
You seem very, um...
You are the one who is supposed to live.
I have been selected to be your
meat shield, brother.
So congratulations.
Nurgle provides.
And she does a little prayer bow towards you.
Horrible grin on display.
You know what, Lucy?
I would be more than happy
if we all made it back home
after this adventure.
Uh, that you didn't have to die for me
and I lost another unit within my charge.
That would be awesome, actually.
Oh, no.
Recalling
being sent and left to die
and watching all his comrades-at-arms
be consumed by the chaos autism creature.
That's right.
Uh, very well.
Brother, I'll do, I'll do my best
to not needlessly throw my life away.
But you recognize that I must follow
the orders of my superior
at being my lord.
Cephas?
It's, I mean...
Yeah, I'm not wanting to step on
your dynamic between you two, but
why follow orders from anybody?
I mean, it's...
Isn't that kind of what Lifo said?
We are the masters
of our own destiny now,
except with as long as that destiny...
...aligns with whatever the ship
has in line for us.
She, she leans, like,
really close, and you can
get the repulsive scent of formaldehyde
coming off of her.
Uh, I would not
listen too carefully to what this
ancient has to say.
They're terribly untrustworthy.
Are they?
You know, I didn't think that I...
I didn't think that he was terribly
untrustworthy.
Maybe a little forceful, with shoving me
into a locker, dragging me around like a cut
of meat.
But not untrustworthy, more like a...
a bully who
works out at the library.
I would
bid both of you to not
besmirch the name of my brothers.
Lucitrix, I appreciate you attempting
to sway Evgeny to our
cause. Please do so
charismatically and not connivingly.
Of course, lord. Apologies.
Apologies.
Evgeny, you may
listen as you wish.
Just...
We had best get going, or we're going to lose them.
They're already going towards the door.
Or whatever approximation exists.
Yeah, I can see that,
aren't there...
Yes, they're skipping.
They're skipping and holding hands.
Sorry, they kind of really made that.
I wanted to be...
I wanted to be...
To propose something to your speaker,
can Byzantium just be skipping and so
joyful about like...
And Lyphos is just walking normally?
Like he's holding his
autistic kid coming down?
Just really holding...
No, he's
floating and he's just being dragged along like a balloon.
Yes.
The important thing is that you're embarrassed.
Byzantium's skipping walk cycle
is significantly slower because
Lyphos is not moving at any
level of speed, so it just looks like he's
slowed down like he's in Baywatch.
Right.
We go to the entrance, I suppose,
Thurston, to the front
of this
Prism Castle.
Yes.
As you approach, you can
see that the doorway is
not a door
in a traditional sense, but it's an
aperture that is
made difficult to pierce because
there are so many
interlocked mirrors
around the area that it's giving
off this incredibly disorienting
sense
as you approach. You can see that
these mirrors are at odd
angles. Some of them are some of these rocks. Some of
them are actual mirrors that have been set
up. It gives
a very, very
vertigo-inducing
feeling, even to
those of you with Astartes
physiology. Can I get everyone to give me a
...
challenging toughness test?
Oh, hang on.
Oh, wait, so that's going to include my ...
Oh, hang on a second.
This is going to be funny.
Let's everyone roll, and I'll go down the list
and call your names.
Just challenging, right?
Yep.
I think we need one from
Yevgeny now.
You do. It's just taking a second.
That's very funny. I need to also roll for Lucy.
Give me a second.
I'm going to roll for Lucy. Give me a second.
This is not going to go well for her,
I don't think. Neither.
What is, as Hokey's getting his roll,
what is her toughness?
Her toughness
is her highest stat,
30. Okay.
I'm only 9 over her. Could be worse.
That's ...
Well, she's also Nurgle-infused,
which is why I pumped that so high.
Alright, let me
call everyone
top to bottom.
Lifo's got a 55 with 3 Degrees of Failure.
Byzanty got a ...
97. Beth, my
hoe, got ...
I got a 49 for 2 Degrees of Success.
So no, Byzanty got 6 Degrees of Failure.
Steffis got ...
I rolled a 16
for 7 Degrees of Success.
Yevgeny got ...
a 59 with 3 Degrees of Failure.
And ...
Lucy rolled an 8. Lucy rolled an 8. Lucy rolled an 8.
There you go. Thank you.
Lucy rolled an 82 for what I believe
is ... Thurston, that's 5
or 6 Degrees of Failure
with a toughness of 30.
Uh, so
she rolled an 82 with 30,
that'd be 5.
So 5 Degrees of Failure at an 82.
Hmm. Okay.
Alright, it was a good show.
Yeah,
give me a sec here. Sorry, my PDF
is being a bit weird.
Okay, um ...
I hit it.
I am hitting it. Okay.
So, for those of you who
all, uh, just failed,
uh, you are all
going to get one level
of Fatigue.
Okay. Oh,
goodie.
So Fatigue is, uh,
you can take a number of them equal to your toughness
bonus, um,
and they basically give you a
minus 10 penalty on all checks.
That's rough.
Gnarly.
It is. That, uh, that sucks.
Not right.
As this place is just, like, disorienting
you incredibly as
you are trying to walk through it
and find this aperture, which,
you know, I think Byzantium
almost, by instinct, lets
go of Lyphos' hand at this.
Once again, face
to face with a scintillating
uncertainty.
What's your problem?
This.
The terrain of this
mimics unreality
rather than reality.
It makes it
an enjoyable
distraction and
hazardous to navigate.
I can think of one solution.
Bet that I was gonna walk
up to the nearest, um, you saw that, you said
that some of the stones were, like, polished
to a mirror machine and some were, like, actual
mirrors that have been set up. Yes.
Uh, Bet that I was going to
kick over one of the mirrors
as hard as he can.
Ooh, give me a strength check.
Alright. Ah, perfect
check for the Coronate.
Yeah! 99.
Oh, that's, uh...
Almost got a hundred there.
I know, Jesus! That's an
eight for eight degrees of success.
Alright. Oh my god.
There is a shattering
of glass
as
you do so, um,
or as you, as you, as you shatter
this glass with your armored boot.
Uh, there is a discordant
sound that rings around
as though the sound is
being mirrored by all of the mirrors.
Um,
the, the aperture and the area around
all get
this
kind of crunched
in, uh, appearance
as all the glasses break
and emulate the break, though it's not
real in that it's just a reflection of the
other break. This,
this is sort of a
strange moment
for everyone, because anyone who
has fatigue
has to give me another toughness check.
You
got it. Okay. Helping!
So it's a minus ten
for...
Is it a minus ten, or is it just a challenging?
Uh,
it's gonna be challenging, but you have your minus
ten from the prior. Ah,
true, true, true. I did roll.
Even with a minus ten, I still succeed, so thank goodness.
Nice. Yeah.
So...
Oh, I got a thirty!
Yeah. Lifo's got a twenty-eight, two degrees of success.
That's bad.
Uh, Lucid Trick's got...
Sorry. Oh, sorry.
Uh, and Lucid Trick's got a
seventy-eight versus her twenty,
which would be, uh,
you know,
seven degrees of failure.
Okay.
Um, if any,
uh, for those of you who failed
here, um...
Ooh. Ooh.
Evgeny.
Evgeny.
Great, the humans are fucking exhausted.
Yeah, you now have two
degrees. Uh, uh, you now have
two levels of fatigue.
Great. Wow. Cool. What is, um...
What is, um...
Lucid Trick's
uh, toughness bonus?
Uh, it would be three
normally, so she's down to one.
She's down to one. Okay, perfect. She's not unconscious.
Not yet. Okay.
Don't worry, she's gonna get there if this shit keeps up.
Oh, yeah.
I am already tired
of this trickery. We haven't gone anywhere.
Ugh.
You're telling me.
It feels like we've been here
for...
Oh, God, like...
five hours.
Like I've been slogging uphill
for five hours.
Oh, you...
Oh, God. Ah, it's...
It feels like I've come down with attacks here.
Before you decide to wreck anything else,
how about you learn
what it might do to you first?
What it might do?
It didn't do anything. It broke.
You have no idea when magic
might bind this place.
You already feel it, don't you?
The oppressiveness.
The weakening feeling
this place is giving us.
It's a disorientation.
You do not know
what you trifle with, Berserker.
Uh, Lyphos, I cannot say that I feel
a particular level of exhaustion at present.
I suppose
you are taking it better than
some of us.
Don't you feel a bit weaker,
Byzanty?
Oh, yes. Indeed.
Uh, uh, uh.
Where was that roll?
Come on, now!
Bullying him!
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Just the way fucking...
Uh, uh, uh.
Say the magic word!
Just so you know.
You don't know if you have to say the magic words.
Holy shit.
I'm telling you to stop, because I'm being a fucker about it.
Um, there's been ever so often
So, Byzanty, information,
and I just wait for you.
The worst part, the worst part is
is with that level of fatigue,
now it's worse.
Oh, no!
Well, he did succeed on his second, so he still has one.
Yeah, yeah, so he's only minus
ten. Thurston, the way you frame
that, you're sounding like
he is fighting his...
His inhibitions allow
him to tell us secrets,
not the inverse.
No.
With that failure, I think, uh, my best
recourse is, hey, um,
real quick question. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
When, um, our berserker friend
decided to go all, uh,
corn style on the big
crystal tower, are there any shards
of glass that might have shattered off?
Oh, yeah, yeah,
there's a few. And you are perceptive
enough to pick them up out of the, like,
cacophonous visions
that are around here. Yeah,
I'm going to collect as many as I can.
Okay.
I've got
plans.
We'll leave it at that.
When
do we ever go beyond that?
Lyphos takes, uh,
Bethael's microphone and brings it closer
to you. What? Sorry,
I'm very close!
When do we ever go beyond
that?
Let me see
what the wolf can
see. I would like to cast
the Psychic Power, Glimpse.
Now, it's mostly used... Okay.
Mostly used, like, for its description.
It's basically, the Psychic receives every flash of insight
from the immediate future, granting a momentary
but significant advantage on the
next action. Basically,
what the rest of it is, is that I do my
psi rating times five, and it helps me with my
evasion stuff. Helps me dodge, right?
That's more of a defense thing, but I would like to use
this as a way of, like, let me look into
the future real quick and be like, okay,
if I took this path,
what would happen? If I did this, what would happen?
Like, what's going to kind of happen later
on? Let me kind of get a good feeling, because
I'm basically wanting to use this as a way to be like,
hey, can I, like, is this... Do I walk
through these mirrors to enter inside? Like,
how do I get inside?
I'll let you do it, but at a
plus twenty... Or sorry, a
minus twenty. Sure thing.
Yeah.
You apologize. Type it in all this
stuff.
Oh, not a good roll.
Uh, eighty-seven
with four degrees of failure.
Uh, I do not succeed,
unfortunately, on getting
any of that. You feel it in your bones
that, you know, you clearly
weren't pushing enough to get the answer
you needed. Oh, fuck you!
Come on, now!
Oh, sorry, guys! Let me
go all out on this one! I cast
again.
Will you allow me to cast again?
Oh, good.
Gooood.
I will do it unfettered, so
we can let it gamble. Do you still do
minus twenty on it? Gamba!
Uh, you know what? Unfettered, I'll
give you a straight roll. Okay.
Let's go gambling!
Yippee!
I go unfettered. Awww.
Awww.
None. No.
Well, Nando.
Uh, it's one degree of failure.
I know from the stats and stuff. But it's
still not enough, because unfettered, unfettered
is only on doubles, right? Yeah. Only on doubles.
You have a third
opportunity. Oh my god.
Please don't.
I gotta know!
I have to know!
He knows my weakness! I love gambling!
Yes!
Yes! It opens a psychic's phenomenon
loot box!
So, I'll say I'll roll it.
I'll roll it if you give me a plus twenty.
Deal.
You know what? We've got
negative twenty. We've got plus zero.
Going all out.
Plus twenty. Sure. You know, something that's really
funny is that, theoretically, Thurston is also
gambling because he knows that if something
really bad happens and we spawn a manifestation
of something, he's going to have to
waste time with us fighting it.
But you at home and on patreon.com
would love that.
True!
You want to see
the whatever the fuck
happens here just as much as I do, really.
Alright, let's do it!
I'm pushing! I'm going all
in!
Alright.
Sixty-two on the die.
A hundred and seventeen.
Yeah, that's going to be.
Six degrees of success and
eye perils, obviously.
Roll it.
Yeah, I roll my phenomenon.
Okay.
The earth protests.
The ground suddenly
shakes and everyone, including the psycher,
within a five to ten meter radius
must make a routine plus ten
agility test or be knocked
down.
So I'm imagining as he's like
he's trying to push through like
something is blocking him
from like making it through
this for some reason and
he's just like, no! I am the
great life force! You will
not deny me! And as he's
channeling his power, the ground begins
to shake and everything begins to kind of like
just shift and everything like it's a
small earthquake and
let's see if he falls.
It's a plus ten. I want to
question about something because it says routine
plus ten. Routine in the drop down is
plus twenty. Do I go by the ten
or the twenty? It should be plus ten. Yeah, just do plus ten.
So ordinary. Got it.
I'm going to roll for Cephas. Oh
no, because Lucidrix just fails, so that's fine.
Yeah.
Oh, ninety-two.
Awesome. Oh. So
let's see what we all got. Byzantium, you got a
I got a
fifty to
four. With one degree of
failure of Beth Iago got.
I got a forty-two
for one degree of success. Lifeforce
got a ten with five degrees of success.
Cephas got.
Nice job.
I got a ninety-two for six degrees of
failure. And Yvgeny got
one.
Whoa! What?
Hey! Yvgeny is so
dexterous.
He's fallen over enough times.
Byzantium, when you fall,
you fall amidst the mirror shards
which pierce some of your face.
Giving you a most exquisite
feeling.
Okay.
I have a question. An important
question. Yes.
I have no problem. In
fact, if I get
positive sensation from this,
I will jab more crystalline
shards into my face.
Yeah. My question
is
can I get a
semblance of understanding perhaps
as to which
god
holds power and sway
over this place?
It's very odd
in that you haven't seen a clear, like
mirrors are often associated with
Slaanesh, but in this
case you haven't seen any of the trappings
or like symbols or anything
you would expect from a worshipper
of Slaanesh.
Yeah.
Byzantium and I guess myself,
you know, mirrors are
very closely related to Slaanesh,
true, but so is crystal
to Tzeentch, and this is a
magical place.
I want to keep track of that.
I don't
want to ignore that we
are entering into a place that
is sacrosanct to
a rival power.
Absolutely.
Alright.
With that, you stand up.
Lyphos, your power, however,
gives you the ability to
navigate your way in.
And it's less like,
it's less that there is some
secret path, it's more
just that the mirrors compounded over
each other create this
just eternally spiraling
vision that you're sort of
having to do strange steps
and crouches to make your way
through. You're able to lead your
companions in.
This goes on for about ten
minutes, wandering through a
maze until the image starts
to change to like a darkness
filled with
like a single point
of flickering light. And eventually,
Lyphos, you find
yourself emerging
into the interior
of a structure. It appears
to be a cave that has been
carved out expertly
with chandeliers
above and like
lanterns, sorry,
like torches that are
on marble pillars.
And you
come out into a room that is
cyclopean.
Darkness consumes most of it.
But there are these little points
of light around it.
What do you do?
We have made it in.
I mean, I'm assuming you narrate that we all went in
to move on, right? Yeah, yeah, for sure.
I'm assuming we all fell over, we had to
have everyone get up. Yeah, I'm just
making sure.
As Lyphos kind of goes through, I like to do
a science science, and that's okay.
Just to kind of
get a good status of the room.
It's basically, I'm kind of using it instead
of like awareness of me looking around trying to
do the wizard detect magic type of
deal of let me
check this room and see what significance
and what hold this place has.
The help specifically so you can
give me a better answer instead of being super broad.
I'm looking to see
if there's like what
alignment, I think Speaker did a great observation,
what alignment of God there could be.
And is there something
particular, I don't even know
the particulars, I'm being broad, I apologize.
You can give me whatever.
Okay, give me a challenging
sign of science just to see what you detect
here. That'd be minus 10 because I'm still
fatigued.
Oh, I saw
that 20. That's a failure, sir, of
84, 6 degrees of failure.
You are having difficulty
here. It's very
where the mirrors were strong
psychic resonance. In this
place, the immaterium is fairly weak.
You walk through
with your companions, though all of
you very soon after you enter and begin
looking around this area,
you start hearing footsteps in the dark
distance.
Bless you.
I'm
so sorry. I've been trying to mute these. I got
I got an itchy in the nose.
You're good. You are so
good. I was so trying.
Yeah, easy. Keep that easy.
Edit all of that in.
Give me three more of those in a row.
Remix the sneeze into a song.
Yeah, it's going to be weird because like
the Patreon is going to get the raw thing, but then like
the public version, it's going to be
like a remix.
Yeah.
Okay. All right.
You don't have to do a remix easy. Anyway,
continue, my bad.
As we're navigating,
Bethael is going to be looking for
more mundane things.
With which to kind of ground
their path
to kind of see
if there are any like
physical signs
of
like where these footsteps
are coming from, what ways our
paths branch out, what things
are trickery and what is
true.
All right. All right. What kind of check do you want to
give me for that?
Well, I would say survival,
but that's probably more like nature
stuff, so
I will leave that in your hands.
I'll allow
survival, sure.
Okay. I see what you're doing.
I'll allow it. You understand
me. You understand me. Yeah, yeah.
Where the hell is my survival? It'll be at minus ten.
Watch out.
Let's see here.
So, first of all,
let's double check here. You should
have a survival skill. Yeah.
Yep. I got it.
No dice. I will give you two degrees
of failure. All right.
So, you are looking around. Instead, the
footsteps are getting louder.
You start to see
something in the darkness, like
a fainter
smaller light, but then several
lights kind of blooming
together further in the darkness.
The footsteps
on this stone
floor
getting closer.
We're still
surrounded by mirrors, right?
You've come out of the mirror. You're
in this, like, big, cyclopean,
like, almost imagine
like the Khazad-dûm
scene from Fellowship of the Ring.
It's this, like, massive pillars around,
but there's, like, torches and
chandeliers, but you don't
see, like, it goes off into darkness
in all directions except the mirror tunnel
that you came in from.
I see.
I'll call out ahead.
Oh, no, no, no, no. No, you go first.
Okay. I'll call out ahead.
To whoever's approaching,
designate yourself
friend or foe to the
dark gods.
Stepping into the light
some distance away, though,
Evgeny, you don't see this, because your eyes are shit
compared to those of your companions.
You see
a hunchbacked
creature
with multiple,
you're not sure if
hands is the right way to even
describe them, appendages.
Milky white
eyes, and in each of these
appendages, this hunchbacked
humanoid clutches the light.
It has a different style of mirror.
It's maybe
two-thirds
the size of Evgeny.
What is that?
You!
The mirrors all kind of come together
in front of its face, as all of its
appendages move to place them there.
Identify yourself.
It's like an offensive.
The mirrors slightly
part to reveal this
balded humanoid face
with a, like, pulled-back, almost
horsey nose, a
row of kind of slacked-backed
teeth, uh,
milky white eyes that
stare.
I am the
usher of this place.
You are guests
here.
Where
is the dark apostle?
There
is no apostles here.
Only the patron.
Then where
is the patron?
The patron.
The mirrors all kind of, like, move
out at odd angles. It starts to shift
them around.
Around us.
Then let them greet their
guests.
I have sent you
first.
You
have come here in search
of something.
In search of power.
Perhaps so.
Can you offer it, little
thing?
Oh, the patron can.
The patron is wise
and knows all.
But before that,
you must
tell me of yourselves.
Ooh, I'm gonna
make a willpower check about that.
Yeah.
Bye! As you're making your check,
I'm so, I'm so,
it's so ingrained in me now
that every single time you said patron,
that I'm just like, oh, we don't have to go through
three lanes and fight each other now, do we?
His patreon.
That was a funny joke for me to roll
a 99, Derek.
Oh!
Well, luckily, all you have
to do is not say anything.
I
have many secrets.
You
have no secrets here
by Sanjito Misfit.
The coward of
Scalathrax.
Coward! We should bring that guy with us.
He'd talk for you.
Come on, now!
He knows all your secrets, you're right.
I think it only works in the towers,
unless we take the tower with us, which would be a very
funny thing to put on a battleship.
Lucifrix, take the tower with you.
Carry it, please. Okay.
She picks up the whole tower
and just, like, puts it into the trunk
of the Arvus lighter.
Can I just put this tower in my inventory?
Yeah, sure.
Now, kids,
be cool. If the Arvates
pull us over, we have to be real
cool about it. We don't have anything in the car.
At Faizanti
getting fairly frustrated
at the hunchback
mirror wielder, Cephas is going
to step up with him.
I will tell you of, um,
myself in this situation.
Usher,
is that correct? Is that the title associated
for you? Yes,
you may call me that.
What will you tell us of?
Will you tell us of the Hulk?
Will you tell us of the Caracass?
What will you tell us?
I will tell
you a portion
of my time during the
Colar Cross Crusade. However,
I need
an assurance from you
that your patron
is not here to harm us,
as we have so politely entered
and very definitively
passed by the already destroyed
mirror below.
I'm going to roll a charm.
Yeah, sure. Give yourself a plus 20.
Hang on, I clicked the wrong button.
Well, click the right one.
No, I accidentally made it
trained. I was trying to roll it.
I was like, let me just increase my
numbers.
Eighty-four. Three degrees of failure.
You are most welcome here.
You
have nothing to worry about
from me, though the patron
is
very unimpressed by your
desecration of the outside
beside
the failure of
Scalasrax.
Then I will give him something to be impressed
by, you worm!
Brother, calm. We are guests.
Guests?
I am very impressed by you.
I have seen much
in the visions of the
mirrors. I saw
when you took your brother's chestplate
and mashed it
with your hammer.
How did
it feel?
To break his chest
open like that? Or
when you had a hammer?
Come on,
though!
This guy's attacking you
emotionally. I know.
Bethael is
gunning the
chainsword like he is starting to
rev it and just... The creature like
wins his back and brings all of the mirrors together
which just like reflect
visions of all of you
kind of distorted slightly as it like
winces. No, no, no, no.
I simply am someone who
speaks what is on my
mind. I am sorry. I cannot
control it.
Thurston, is it possible for one to snap
your fingers while you're wearing
a power armor gauntlet like trying to
be like, hey, pay attention
over here.
Grinding, yeah.
Like the wet metallic
slapping noise of him like snapping
his thumb and index finger.
Little one,
little one, here.
Do not antagonize the
coronet. That would not work out well.
I will tell you of my time
during the Colocross crusade, but only
a portion of it.
Oh, then you may begin.
All of you should sit and listen.
Yes.
Must we do it
in this hallway? Surely we can
do so elsewhere. No, it must be here!
And like all of the mirrors kind of like
go out at different angles, its hands
sort of moving, almost like in a
cheerleading motion.
Cephas looks
deeply unimpressed, but he always kind of
does, I guess.
Very well.
It was during
the Colocross crusade, on the final
assault, on the...
It's been such a time.
I believe it was...
The final
defense was being held
by the excoriators.
The legion of the damned had
descended from...
What knows where
at this point. They mainly
descended in their vessels,
surrounded us, fought us back,
and even through
the power of my lord at the time,
as though I was merely an aspiring
champion at the time.
In service to the
Chaos Lord, wretched
scum curse.
In service to the cleaved.
He and his retinue had fallen
to the legion of the damned.
And, seeing our
fate closing in,
I resolved to go
out as my lord,
Nurgle, had decreed
fitting for me.
But then an inkling showed, as I
tossed a grenade errantly.
I felt something stir in my
mind. A recognition
that this was not my final
location to die.
My appointed fate, as it were.
And I saw the
grenade bounce at odd angles,
skidding through the
muck and landing at the feet
of an
approaching flame wall.
It burst beautifully,
rending those
loyalists
asunder. It was
through this providence, through
this primordial
fortune
that Nurgle seemed to
grant me.
That we were able to
breach the line successfully,
forcing our way through the
encroaching fire wall,
and take both I,
my aspirant brothers,
and a handful
of the remaining traitor guard
and cultists that were attempting
to escape, back to our
landers to freedom.
It is why
I am so
content
in fate.
Very good, yes.
So good.
What a riveting
tale. I would clap
were I not holding mirrors.
Life force.
Yes,
lovely usher.
Yes.
Tell me something.
Tell me
of wolves.
No.
He crosses his arms. It sort of
skids back.
You must not say that word here.
The entire cavern rumbles
slightly.
Life force stays
unfazed as he crosses his
arms and goes, I will
not talk about
those mongrels.
Brothers,
we are guests here. You show
no decorum.
Am I the one doing this? I am the one
tracking muck across the floor
seeping from my armor. Surely
you can show some decorum here.
Why should we?
Because we
are guests.
And you're a terrible host
to demand such
answers from us.
I
thought you
must speak of wolves. It holds up
a single mirror towards
you, which just reflects
your skull back at you.
If you must know
they are butchers.
They are betrayers.
They are the worst
thing to have ever happened
to this entire galaxy.
They have
no, no apathy,
no reliance,
no loyalties,
no brains to
understand the intricacies of
war, intricacies of
politics. They have no
reason to exist in this world
but to die for a
wrong cause. To be
led by the leash.
By a false
emperor. To be ordered
like bullets
from a gun.
They are nothing.
They are simple.
They are inferior.
And they deserve
not death,
not peace,
but suffering. Eternal
servitude.
To know that they should
be ground down
into the very depths
of the hellish
planets in the war.
Tell us where they must
tour you. To repay
for what they have done.
To repay for other
innocents they have slaughtered.
That
is how I talk of wolves.
And like all
of the mirrors kind of come
inward though the arms are at odd angles
to accomplish this display.
Can you tell me
of your
shadow crusade in Ultramar?
Ultramar.
Bethael is
going to kind of
grit his teeth. I know you read a book, Odo.
I know you read a book. I did read a book.
I read a book.
Does Bethael remember?
Is my
question.
Bethael would have been there.
He would have been there?
He would have been there?
Bethael went
the whole way. Istvan,
Shadow Crusade, Terra.
The full
eight year fucking
heresy.
I remember
burning
through the five
hundred worlds. And he's going to kind
of uh
with a fist on the side of his head
kind of knock into his skull a few times
as if to rattle the memories loose.
I
remember the way
the nails
spit down on
armatura.
I
remember the waves
of cobalt
blue
as
their precious
world fell
one
by one
by one.
I
I remember
I remember the way
their armor cracked
and burst.
After
Kalth, they chased us
down.
And
and still
they fought
for some
some thought of
courage
honor
I
I
I
I
I
I
I remember
I
I remember
the bodies
of my brothers
piled
high enough
to let me see
the carnage
we wrought together.
I
I
I
I
I
I
I remember
I remember
I remember
I remember
the
ecstatic
feeling
of blood
on the teeth
of my
armor.
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I I
I I
I I
I I
I
He enters the prince's palace, but the patron serves no single god.
Then move.
We will find him.
The chamber is quite large.
You can easily move around me.
He is right about that.
He is very smart.
Go and shove past him.
It, like, meekly brings him up in the ears.
There is so much room.
You just want to shove somebody.
She is like, out of my way, as your voice echoes through Khazad-dûr.
I don't want to move.
I want to stay right here.
Cephas and Lucitrix are going to follow Bethael.
But as Lucitrix passes by the usher, she, like, rears back and spits on one of the mirrors.
Blessings of Nergal upon you.
Eeeeee.
That's the sound I make when someone sneezes next to me.
Well, she means that.
She means that very politely.
I assure you.
Bethael is going to be stalking forward, looking around, kind of, like, tasting the air.
If we follow the stench of whatever his drug of choice for today is, we will find him.
Thurston, I want to ask a question that's going to be really stupid.
Okay.
Have you listened to this show?
Would you allow?
Okay.
No.
Okay.
Listen, fucker.
Zoran, go into Redil's office.
All right.
Amen.
No.
No, here's the thing.
I do like to supplicate the GM because he's polite.
A little bit.
Unless he's pissed me off, which case I will say, Thurston!
But in this situation, I got a dumbass for you, Thurston.
Yes?
Thurston, not Usher.
Oh, okay.
Yes.
Yes.
Me.
Hello.
Hello.
Hello.
I'm going to bleed for her.
May I roll a fellowship to try and recall, because I know Byzante a reasonable amount,
what this particular day's drug of choice might be?
Oh, no.
What's he on?
What's he on today?
Sure.
Sure.
You know, and you know each other so well.
You've also, like, tended to him when he was, you know, wounded in the infirmary on the carcass after Bethael's attack.
You can give me that with a plus ten.
Okay.
I got target of 54.
Let's see if I can flip this coin.
Okay.
You're goddamn wrong.
I can't flip that coin.
69, two degrees of failure.
Nice.
Cephas doesn't recall.
It's, it's, uh, it's like, it's like, uh, um, the one that makes you feel good.
Fuck.
Uh.
Yeah.
Well, you know the one.
Yeah.
What do I use?
What do I use to track this guy?
Okay.
And the camera cuts away to, like, this, this elegant manor hall, wood paneled wall.
Mirrors every foot or so.
I think the background of this is probably, like, Pachelbel candidate D, um, as, you know.
Boy, that's lasted a while.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
As, as Byzantium is just walking.
Oh, he's walking in a more fucked up way than that.
He is walking covered in the shards of glass that he cracked from, that were cracked.
From the side of the tower by Bethael, uh, that he has adhered onto his armor through his own blood as, like, an adhesive, while staring point blank at the beguiling gem and trying to navigate the halls through hearing alone.
You hear your own voice that, like, rebounds back to you.
Ah.
Ah, Byzantium, you're so beautiful.
Oh, Byzantium, the perfect sun.
Oh, Byzantium, you, you will find, you will find it.
Byzantium, Byzantium, Byzantium, Byzantium, Byzantium, Byzantium, Byzantium, Byzantium.
I wonder what accent that last one was.
To give you the effect, coming all.
I was waiting for the same thing.
Coming all the way.
All to start saying Byzantium in different ways.
Please, go ahead, everybody.
All right, three, two, one.
Byzantium.
Byzantium.
Byzantium.
Byzantium.
Byzantium.
Byzantium.
Byzantium.
Byzantium.
Byzantium.
Byzantium.
Byzantium.
Byzantium.
Why do so many Texans want to talk to me?
Byzantium.
Byzantium.
Byzantium is sitting there.
He's fucking sitting there.
He's trying to strangle the Texans.
I started playing Pachelbel during this, which is just beautiful.
You can't be Texan.
I killed every Texan.
I killed all of Texas.
Is that what you did during the Siege of Terra?
Did you just go to Texas and end them?
The emperor's children did that during the siege.
There are no Americans in 40K.
You may all go to hell.
I will go to Texas.
We need to get 15 more.
You need to solve this.
You need to yes.
Explain your please.
But not becoming an Archmage after all.
Anyone.
I love you.
It is not.
Myいくъo manъqüo
Goongüye!
over the table do that easy you know easy and it's hulky yeah yeah sure all right
i didn't think it was possible but i'm beginning to become tired of hearing my own name
and like as as shouts um you feel a presence directly behind
oh who could it be could it finally be oh okay yeah i'll turn and look like it's the usher
standing there with mirrors stretched out all pointing at you at like weird like angles
what i thought like this would have talked for longer in fact i wanted to mention that
i just stuck with the usher at the start but didn't want to interrupt everybody because
he was like well they're going to go that way i'm staying with this guy oh you're
still with the usher okay cool so
unless it's somewhere the elders think but there's one there this is the other another one
you're still with the usher by zancy you see the usher with its many mirrors pointing yep i shan't
he uh you went to the darkness
darkness you left your companions
hmm yes i suppose they would all be lost without me wouldn't they
no no by shanxi you went off alone into the darkness
now you're here
in my hall of mirrors
so now by saying she
so now by saying she
so now by saying she
misfit you're going to tell me a story
let me see if my whims have changed you can give yourself a plus 30 for this check because your
body desperately wants you to actually talk to this entity please roll 100 damn it 30.
merry me
you want to hear a story you little wretched thing
tell me a story by zanki
very well i'll tell you a story
i shall tell you a story
of the little witch
the little witch
of the little witch
littlest acolyte there once was a small little boy huddled and cold wrenched from the masses
of chemos and this small little child had been chosen to become an angel
but alas the wings he were gifted had been dented
and that besides the form that they would be brought to was so tiny
and insignificant it was a dreadful tragedy and annoying irritation
for the littlest acolyte struggled where others thrived
where champions would be born from blade the littlest acolyte needed all within them
to
carry half the burden their betters carried with ease oh it was so dreadfully sad
but a littlest acolyte never gave up even when it would have made far more sense to you
and wouldn't you know it
one by one
larger would disappear would vanish
oh make not the littlest acolyte as engaging in unfair play
no the wings that they had been adhered to were so beautiful and free and great as the tripping on
but they were held together with the most much-needed chemos
of all the gods
the most monotonous mixture of pink glue and wax and as they rode closer to the sun
how the feathers would air and fray before seeing them plummet into the darkness
of abject insignificance where the littlest acolyte so often lived
but the littlest acolytes weaned on a diet of chemo smog with broken and tattered wings
they were adhered by the most unsightly of rooster flesh they would be unseemly
in such fine palaces but when all around you shrivels in the light
and i am so humble in threshold as the littlest acolyte truly so high
and so they did and so they would
until even as an elder elder man a warrior of countless battles even now their wings
stay solidly in place while their so-called graters melt in the majesty of the sun
but someday
someday the littlest acolyte
someday the littlest acolyte will rule the sun itself
so
The genny and Leifos are once again by you, along with the usher, holding up the mirror.
Well, hello, everyone! All of you heard that tale.
There. Was it truly so hard to tell a story?
I think I tell quite an excellent story, you miserable little bilge rat.
Like retreats back, holding up its mirrors defensively.
There. You've heard your four stories.
No. No. There is a fifth story.
There's a fifth story. You!
And the usher turns to Yevgeny.
You!
And he flips all of the mirrors.
Upside down.
You!
Which one was the best story?
Which one was the best?
I suppose that's entirely subjective.
Oh, you must pick your favorite now.
No.
Oh.
Well, I'm not sure if I'm being given truly a choice of the best story I could tell you,
but if I had to pick one, I would think of my deployment on Plato's folly.
No!
All the mirrors get a snap of,
You must pick from one of the four stories you heard from your companions.
You must pick your favorite now.
Oh.
Well, from none of them to the last one. So why don't you pick one?
Ah. I see.
I'll get you to pick a side early. Please. Old war stories. Half-remembered. Doesn't matter. That is not the real test.
No. Every one of those stories is misdefined by our own traumas. We ourselves are unreliable narrators, as it were.
Having to pick which one of your own failings, your trials and tribulations would be my favorite would be saying,
Ah.
Which puppy?
And did you like seeing annihilated the most? Which horrible demise really resonated with you? It's all war.
No matter whose story, we were all dogs at the end of another chain.
Do you pick none?
Every folly that my comrades-in-arms have experienced, in some vein or another,
I am but un-augmented man.
I have relished in my own share of misery and failure.
I choose none of them. No.
I know them only as they are now.
The deeds and the damnation that define them.
Roll me 1d5, Hulki.
Exciting.
That's how many times you die.
One.
Excellent.
Oh no, that's Malal.
You...
Oh no.
Um...
Alright.
You gain...
For not choosing...
You gain...
One infamy.
And three corruption.
Ooh.
Oh no.
Excellent.
Do you go over a threshold?
You go over a threshold?
I call him Mr. Undivided.
I do go over a threshold.
I am at 11.
Corruption.
Yay!
So...
So...
I would like you to roll me a d100.
Okay.
What do we think he's all gonna get, fellas?
I'm...
Going...
Weird feet.
Uh...
No!
Why feet?
Why feet?
I think you're gonna get...
All in on...
All in on...
All in on...
All in on...
What is it?
Oh god.
It's fucking the demonic instability or whatever it's called.
Uh...
All in on tail...
Oh no!
Again!
Grotesquely fat!
Grotesquely fat!
No!
Don't give me grotesquely fat!
I don't want to be merciless!
Yeah...
Fuck!
I don't know...
I don't know the table that well, so I can't pick anything, but I'm going to err on the
side of one that will force him to make a roll if he wants to do something...
Banal.
Roll the d100.
I'm gonna roll the d100.
Fuck.
Super Mario, here we go.
I bleat.
Super Mario, here we go.
I bleat.
Super Mario, here we go.
I bleat.
I bleat.
I bleat.
Goguy.
I bleat.
I bleat.
62!?
No!
What is that, Thurston?
62 is I have the table open, as well...
Oh, yeah, you...
Yeah.
You ready.
You ready.
Yeah, you do, don't you?
You want to...
You...
You just want to read the fucking title of that one?
I do, but we'll come back to the outcome in a second.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
The unknowable powers of the War claim one of the character's limbs, leaving behind nothing but a healed stump.
Most find that the lost limb still feels like it is there, while others claim to feel the pain of its slow dissolution somewhere in the depths of the Empyrean.
The character loses one randomly determined limb.
Oh no!
Now, that's a good one. You should keep that one.
Thurston.
Yes!
What's your infamy score, buddy?
My infamy, presently, I believe is, I accidentally reduced it to one. I believe it went up to seven, because it was just a gain of one.
Oh, okay.
So I've got good options, because when I was doing pre-gen for the character, I thought that, by virtue of the character itself, I had pre-gen corruption, so I had to roll for two mutations.
I did not appear, however, I planned for this.
Now I have two different options before me, one of which I actually incorporated into the
end game.
The original draft of Evgeny, funnily enough, and that either, actually, funnily enough, both of these I have planned for in different ways.
Now, I don't know how this one would pan out, but I can either spend more to get a visually cooler one, or a narratively cooler one.
I'm just reading the descriptions.
Thurston.
Uh.
Should I just read off my other two options?
One will cost me two infamy, one will cost me one?
Or would you rather I keep it secret till I decide?
So, so no, because you can only modify, because, because the way this works is, you can only modify your result based off the first digit of your infamy score.
Really?
Which is, yes.
But I have good news for you, Hulki.
No.
You picked the unaligned choice.
So because you picked the unaligned choice, you get to roll a second time on the table.
Right.
So you can roll the another 1d100.
Gotcha.
And then because of that, do I get to pick a favorite of the options?
You will get to pick one of the two.
You will get to pick one of the two.
You will get to pick one of the two of these.
So it will be limb loss or.
Okay.
Or?
Or.
Come on.
96.
Oh, shit.
Oh, no.
Okay.
All right.
Oh.
Let's see what this one is.
I'm scrolling up here right now.
I see it, man.
Oh, no.
Oh, no.
All right.
So, Hulki, which limb are you losing?
So.
So, a 96 on the table, making sure that I did read it correctly, because I want to make
triple sure, a result of 96 corresponds to warp touched.
Those who pursue glory by walking the path of chaos are all but immune to what mortals
call madness, for they have already seen and done things that would shatter the frail minds
of the Emperor's lapdogs.
Yes.
Yes.
Some are afflicted by such capricious and contrary natures that they appear all but
insane to others, expressing themselves and pursuing goals all but impenetrable to many
around them.
The character must roll on the disorder table appropriate to the character's alignment.
If the character is unaligned, the GM chooses a disorder table to roll on.
So, wait, wait, wait.
I want to point out that this Urndale invoked this, because Urndale is like, I want you
to roll something banal.
That will mean, like, you can't interact with the party over banal.
And where does that come from?
It comes from the disorders table.
That it does.
So, Hulky, which limb are you losing?
Okay.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Okay.
You want to know the disorder, don't you?
I do want to know the disorder, but do I still have the option of modifying with infamy?
No, because you can only do it with the first digit of which you don't have a first digit.
Your first digit is technically...
Technically zero.
Zero, because you're only seven.
Oh, I see.
Yeah.
Thurston, what disorder?
Roll me a d100, please.
Four tables.
I'm going to do a fun little mini game here.
Okay.
Tell me Ash the home store for four fucking tables.
27.
Okay.
I see that.
I see that.
I see that.
They're really funny.
Okay.
Secretive.
Come on.
278 by the way for you, Hulky.
I'm...
Yeah, I'm going to DM you something real quick, Hulky.
Oh, okay.
I'm scared.
I'm going to DM you, Hulky.
You're the best, Ash.
I am the best.
i'm scared i will you're scared i'm scared i am not going this is not me putting my finger
on the scale but i do want you to know that i am imagining the scene in which you say
they are all equal and then suddenly your leg vanishes
it isn't funny
you know it's like the tenacious deep you guys are lame come on
come on you're coming with me maybe i'll just start doing a guitar and just banding
what do you what do you think of that one oh god uh because if you take that one i think there's
some
props nearby that will let you uh utilize that
he's got a mental disorder with props possibly
course carrot head is a great he's still doing las vegas
apparently yeah is it really yeah he's still living life man
we're with that tritcon he's still going well god damn
thurston all right i also liked the background music right now i don't know if this is
intentional it has like a bit of like that intense moment of who wants to be a millionaire answering
the questions which is perfect anyways uh who wants to be cursed by the dark gods
yeah limb loss or the mystery box that only you know the answer to
yeah all right let's see what hulky got
okay all right all right helghi thurston i have made my decision yep
what are you what are you going what what do you do once you've made your decision what are you going
yeah what are you going what what are you going what do you do uh you're asking me what's your name
once, once this occurs.
I have no need to choose of my comrades' struggles.
Our scars are entirely our own,
but in our misery,
perhaps even a mortal like me can
share the weight of those scars.
And Evgeny walks over to Byzantium,
scampers up just a little bit,
and yanks one of the flecks of myrrh out of his face.
Well, that's an interesting way.
And begins pressing it into the exposed flesh
above his collarbone.
Oh yeah, and like blood kind of oozes out from the cut.
As he winces.
That's my lot in life,
as it always has been,
is to bear the weight of others' sins.
Congratulations, Hulki.
Your character now has the disorder of self-mortification.
As soon as you keep seeing scars and stuff
and doing the thing,
it's a good thing we don't have webcams, right?
Because you go to see my space scrunch
and try to hold it in,
because I'm just waiting for you to go,
I am my scar.
I am my scars.
This glass is not yours to take.
I am my scars.
I am my scars.
I am my scars.
I am my scars.
It is mine.
all right
Yeah.
As Yevgeny
I'm like winced seeing this one.
As Yevgeny begins, like, carving himself up,
he just hear like a very,
It's a nurgle disorder.
You begin hearing a very light wet clapping from behind
as Lucifer is like,
yes, good, good, good, good, good.
You.
You disarm me, Yevgeny.
You disarm me, Yevgeny.
Yes.
You disarm me, Yevgeny.
Yes.
what beautiful art
you make on your flesh
you
you know
I forgive you
and he'll put a hand on his shoulder
I forgive you
for not picking my story
I think you're ready now
you're ready to see
the patron
then make it quick
alright
and all of the mirrors
come up at once
and as they do
the usher
drops them
and they all shatter on the ground
and the usher takes a step back
kind of mewling
as
the shards that scatter
around the floor
from the mirror begin to vibrate
and then
float up
they take on impossibly
large sizes some of them larger
than the mirrors that the usher
dropped to form them
and these shards
kind of form
together in a semi-oval
fashion
looming over to each of you
but
each section
reflecting yourselves
in the most twisted ways
I am the patron
of visions
you come to my
abode
you have given the gift of
stories
you come to my abode you have given the gift of stories
to me
now
I shall talk to you of what you seek
I shall talk to you of what you seek
I shall talk to you of what you seek
you
do you
do you
do you
do you
regale us then mighty one
show us what you will show
as each of you look into it there are these
disturbing images of yourselves
by Santi it's your face
face even further mutilated
and distorted and pulled back
and carved up
life oaks the skull
is mutated and cracked
revealing an orb of
darkness within Bethael
your face has become
insectile and monstrous
with the spines peeling back
Saphis your helm is now
this sackcloth
the singular oculus
growing and weeping even further
and
Evgeny it's a tortured
scream of your
cut and bruised face
distorted with
strange black
soulless eyes
that reap of familiarity
in the darkness of the place
you've been
I
am
the patron
of
this
village
and
I
now
you have
come to
the hub
to
learn about
what
is
held here
yes
show us
lead us
you must understand that where you must go is to the pit
is that what an uncle waits
the apostle
the apostle
is
no longer
here
he
came
long
ago
or
was it
yesterday
but
no longer
here
but
he
did not
search
through
the pit
did not
find
the
treasure
the wealth
the beauty
the war
that lives
there
where else
did he
look
besides
the pit
what lead
do you
have
for us
he
came
here
to
speak
with
me
about
you
us
yes
you
then you
tell us
a story
mirror
what did
he ask
about
why
he
wanted
to hear
the
stories
you
just
told
me
then great
patron of
visions
i will
kneel out of
respect
i beseech
you
give us
a delicious
morsel in
turn
and tell
us
what story
he told
you
he
told
me
that
he traveled
with
you
three
of
five
and
he
left
you
then
came
here
he
waits
for
one
more
then
he
will
have
his
apotheosis
well
i don't know
whether to
wish him
luck
or to pluck
his eyes
from his
still screaming
skull
the latter
well
no reason
we can't
have a bit
of both
in
the
pit
you
will
find
out
where
he
has
gone
the
old
one
will
tell
you
fine
we go
to the pit
then
i have
no desire
to waste
any more
time
here
you
must
wait
now
there is
one
more
thing
one more
thing
what
what
the mirror shards
start like
spinning around
um
but as they
do so
the images
in them
don't move
so it's kind of
just like
going
like like
like a
almost like a
weird record
that's spinning
with holes in it to reveal an image
you could
have
my
boon
but
there is
a
price
what
price
what
is
this
boon
and
all
of the
images
kind of
cut to reveal
the screaming
face of
yevgeny
will
you
tell
me
a
story
leifels
will put a hand
in front of
uh
yevgeny
and goes
don't
pay
for something
you don't know
what you're getting
nonsense
you're
getting
power
do not
look
in the
mouth
of
it
without
power
you are
nothing
yevgeny
take it
in your
hand
and claim
this boon
i do not
disagree
with achieving
power
but understand
what ties
are all
to it
understand
what cage
you enter
for glory
i believe
the mortal
should do
as he wishes
it is his choice
he must
warn
our good
friend
will it
provide us
a path
forward
we
have
a way
out
through
we
have
what we
have
came
for
through
the pit
itself
whether we
will guarantee
victory
or not
it is
the gamble
we take
it is
up to
you
if you
want
its
power
no matter
what it
offers
you can
take
whatever
power
you want
with your
own
bloody
knockers
yevgeny
he already
has
the creature
wants
the right
choice
careful of
what you
give
everything
comes with
a price
no one
gives everything
for free
i have
no need
for additional
boons
but
if a
story is
what you
want
then i
will leave
my mark
just the
same
what
gash
will you
reopen
for me
it
spins
tell
us
story
you
told
tell you
the
story
i
told
who
me
told
who
now
me
the
story
you
tell
me
now
me
the
story
you
tell
me
now
tell
me
now
the story
the story i would have told you before
plato's folly my first deployment
the first one where
i felt like another soldier someone worth feeling
I was dispatched to rout an incursion on Plato's folly.
I was assigned into the retinue of Inquisitor Laudosa.
It was a simple task.
Find the insurgent forces.
Bring them to light.
Let the Arbides or the Inquisitor herself execute judgment.
Find out what they know.
And don't ask questions.
It was a squad of sixteen.
We were dispatched into the hard blocks surrounding a manufactorum at that time.
We swept them little by little, going off the scarce information that we'd had.
That somebody was sabotaging the machines within the manufactorum.
Ammunition would come out.
Not wrong.
The presses would break down far too regularly and far too completely to not be some act of sabotage.
The Arbides couldn't rout anybody.
They gained no information in the sweeps that they had done.
So they called on someone higher.
Someone suspected the stink of chaotic taint.
It was my first run-in.
But not my last.
I overturned the homes of probably several dozen families in the sweep that my team, my sub-team, had let.
Until we got to the cowering families of one.
Abraham Carcis.
Carcis was a foreman on the factory floor.
Someone who rose to his position because of his intimate knowledge of the machines all across that sector of the manufactorum.
After all, nobody else within his employ or working under him would have such a complete understanding of the fault points within an ammunition press that one could push or prod.
And I'm not sure if that's true.
I'm not sure if that's true.
I'm not sure if that's true.
I'm not sure if that's true.
I'm not sure if that's true.
I'm not sure if that's true.
or break one to not rouse as much suspicion as the average low-minded laborer no no no no
he was deliberate he was careful and he thought that he'd covered
all his tracks but as soon as the inquisition caught wind
of a potential sabotage that was not simple worker uprising
of schemes that transcended average mortal design
he was already facing the wall
and i was the first to enter his home
and i found him there cowering in his kitchen
whispering something didn't sound like gothic no some kind of language i've never heard before
that kind that itches at the back of your mind like a rat gnawing into a cardboard box
and i did as my training taught me to
i'm outshoulded my rifle
in with one las bolt i put it straight to his head
and shut him up
we didn't need to ask questions
we saw what we needed to see
and we executed our duties
and as i swept through his home
and tried to find any kind of documents
any kind of documents
any kind of documents
any kind of belongings
that the inquisitor herself might find of interest
i found
his husband and daughter cowering
in a closet
i probably wouldn't have noticed them if not for
the faint cries of a doll
the just barely
audible skittering of hands trying to shut it up
but i already knew that they were there the second it made a sound
and i don't
i didn't know if they had known anything what their father had done
i didn't know if he knew what his husband had done
if they were in on it
it was just a matter of time until they found out what their father had done
my training was just the same
a long time ago
but it was just irrelevant
uh
my training was just the same
whatever they may think to hide
be sure that the emperor in the inquisition would find it out
if there's any suspicion of chaotic taint
be sure that the emperor in the inquisition would find it out
if there's any suspicion of chaotic taint
it was to execute our duty
Any questions?
And Evgeny fiddles with one of the skulls at his neck, braided into his hair, and he
thumbs around in the dirty knotted lump that has been tied onto this skull for quite some
time, and within a small cord of yarn, he made all of his graying hair.
I went back to my inquisitor.
I let them know that I'd routed the insurrection.
She had informed me that I had done exactly as expected, and commended me for my service,
before decimating the labor force of that manufactorum.
And I was proud, because I did exactly as I was told to.
And that gnawing, rat-like doubt...
...
...quietly passed from my mind, as any good soldier should.
I have never stopped thinking about that doll to this day, and I carry her with me, because
a part of me knew it wasn't a trophy that I took, but a penance.
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Because like any good rat, it stays hidden.
...
But it would come out, and gnaw and gnaw and gnaw.
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I shall speak no more on this.
You have your story.
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We go.
Wait.
What of the boon?
You promised a boon for Yevgeny.
I don't need the boon.
Very well.
...
.
. . . .
... . . .. . . . . . . . . He's made his choice, as he should have. . . . .
He should, uh, Lifeforce begins to walk, uh, away and S begins to go away.
Uh, he goes like, the same way we came in, I assume.
And all of the glass falls to the, to the ground, um, like it shattered heaps, uh, which has the usher scurrying over to pick up the, the, the shards, bleeding his hands as he does so.
Yes, go through the cave.
It will be easier on your way out.
Won't you usher us out?
That way.
He points.
That is all I need.
Lifeforce will nod and be like, this motherfucker sucks as a motherfucker, damn.
And he will begin to walk out.
Uh, he'll, he'll begin the, um, basically escorting everyone because he remembers the way in and out.
Um, and as, and I assume at this point, we all, all together walk out.
Yeah, and as you do, you see that it is a cave no longer filled with mirrors.
Oh, sorry, Aaron.
No, it's all right.
I was just, it was just Cephas, like, ushering them along.
Yeah.
And you, you come out and what you come out is just like a nondescript cave.
Uh, that emerged.
It emerges back into the wastelands of this planet.
Um.
Hey, uh, Hulk, I'll make you read this one.
Cool.
Bargaining with the demons of change.
is a pact that gods extend to the faithful. They offer mastery of destiny. Realms, bent by will
and flesh, remade by sorcery, yet demand thy every certainty be dissolved into ceaseless flux.
When the last mortal trace perishes, the Changer of Ways proclaims thee living mutation,
unbound to shatter the false emperor's stagnant realm.
Excerpt from the Ninth Testament of Zol Ananki.
All right, so you emerge from the cave into the wasteland.
Uh, the the Palace of Mirrors is gone. Instead, there is only this this cavern.
Um, you can see that the Arvis Lighter is off in the distance.
But that's it.
Laphos begins to walk forward, uh, and you'll kind of look at Byzantine and goes,
I'm very surprised you gave him a story.
What? I had no issue giving him a story, provided that it fit my whims and amusements to do so.
Besides,
who ever said that I was the littlest acolyte?
I don't think anyone questioned it. I questioned the willingness to give,
to play with it, to give it what it wanted.
Well, I don't mind giving, and I don't mind taking either.
And even for you, Bethael...
Hm?
You usually hate things of this sort.
... I do. I do. But what remains of my memories of Armature and the Calf
and the many burning worlds of the Sons of Gilliman...
...
I suppose those are cherished memories.
I am unafraid to share.
I just didn't understand why he called me a coward.
The coward of Scalathrax, was it?
Let's try not to remember.
Miphos will shrug and make his way to the Arbis later.
Yeah, at that point, Bethael does give Byzantium
like a long, uneasy look as they...
The mirror mentioned Scalathrax for the both of them.
Sure did.
Sure said one was the coward and one was the failure.
Not exactly a well-ordained planet for you or I.
And the less said about it, the better.
Bethael kind of looks down and folds his arms uncomfortably.
For once, I agree.
Oh, I fucked up.
Evgeny, Evgeny, as you approach the Arbis later...
Uh-oh.
Oh, shit.
Ah, fuck.
Evgeny, as you approach it,
you...
You now have training in aeronautical craft, right?
That's true.
Okay, so you've also kind of like...
I'm so confused if you're in pain
or if you're like,
oh, fuck, he's gotta fly.
Oh, I am in pain.
No, I'm in pain because I realized something
that I'm just about to explain.
Okay, okay.
Evgeny, as you approach the Arbis later...
Oh, no, this is actually raw emotional pain
because I'm trying to think of a solution now.
No, no, no, it's good, it's good.
This is raw, thirsting pain being translated.
I did it into the game.
At the end of the prior session,
Evgeny was in shock of what happened.
Chaos swarms,
Cephas with the bolter,
shooting the bolter through the cockpit window,
taking out the creatures.
Evgeny, now that you've had time to collect your thoughts,
maybe, you know, add a bit of self-mutilation
to your repertoire,
you approach the Arbis later,
the transorbital shuttle,
and realize that the canopy glass is entirely shattered.
Oh.
So, Cephas.
Yes?
How do you feel about piloting the Arbis lighter
back to the ship,
entirely by yourself?
Poorly.
But?
Because, uh,
I happen to not have a void suit,
or a pressurized covering,
or a canopy
for which to survive space decompression.
Because I could fly that with a respirator
the entire time for the sky,
for the sky, for the sky, for the sky.
For the rest of this planet.
But I will not survive the transit to the ship.
Yes.
I had thought of this as we were descending,
and I thought it very lucky that they chose to attack us
when we were actually within breathable atmosphere.
However, in this instance,
we are not wholly,
hmm,
ruined, as it were.
I am certain if we were to reach out,
we could find some conclave somewhere
of dark tech creatures,
beasts, or what have you,
who would be more than willing with a,
an even hand,
and another containing a fair bit of threat,
to assist us.
Hmm.
You think there's another ship on this damned place?
I think there are a great many things here,
just as a matter of finding them.
I can't imagine that it's just this tower.
Well,
this is ridiculous.
Evgeny, can't you just use,
and then, uh,
Byzantium is going to take a look at, uh,
Lucretia, or whatever her name is.
Lucitrix, yeah.
Lucitrix.
And, uh,
just take a look at her being disgusting,
and presumably, like,
hawking a loogie, or whatever,
just covered in slime.
All right.
We'll have to go to another settlement
to get Evgeny some proper rebreathing gear.
Either avoid suit or repairs for the Arvis Lighter,
since neither him nor Lucitrix can breathe
in the void of space.
You know, this is why I've always said
we never should have thrown that warp smith
into that black hole.
You did say that right after I heard that.
Add that to a future Echoes episode.
I was going to say, Byzantium,
because you were the one who was instigating
that particular issue.
I didn't think you'd fall in.
Byzantium,
I understand that a great many things
are within your grasp,
but the gravity well of a black hole
seems to evade you.
You know, if he didn't want to be there,
assigning blame to me,
of all people,
you'd be the one who would have to pay for this.
It's simply ridiculous.
It was clearly Bethael's fault.
Me?
You're the one that killed the...
You caused the whole pileup in the black hole.
If it wasn't for you,
we wouldn't have been in this system.
Echo, it was your fault.
For once, I was not the one who killed that guy.
That was all you.
Yeah, but that's what some people say.
Anyway, the point is,
we need to get going
because I'm getting bored of being here
and you wouldn't like me when I'm bored.
We don't like you already.
You will like me even less.
Damn.
Why do you ever...
I'd like to propose something.
Yeah.
Before I even say it,
I don't want to say it.
You can't do that.
He's like, well, I'm dumb.
The idea,
I want to take Lypos the Skull,
put it on top of Yevgeny's head,
and then as his body sits in the back of the Arvis lighter,
he will do psychic...
And basically psychically try to give him a...
Like a psychic void suit
where he kind of like, you know,
pressurizes his head and stuff like that
and, you know, tries to keep him alive, basically.
I mean, there's still the atmosphere,
but of course...
Or she wants to do psychic stuff to be like...
There's still lucid tricks,
but, you know, I get it.
She can just...
We'll just sail the back.
Good luck.
I mean, the front doesn't need to be...
I mean, the front could be locked up.
We also could just go to try and see
if there's anyone around we could coerce.
In the waist?
I will also say,
you know,
you can still fly atmospherically, no problem.
No.
True.
I want to be a wizard.
I want to do it.
You can be a wizard.
I'm not...
I'm not taking this from you,
but you could use the auspex on the ship
to scan for the pit.
Fine.
I'm going to say,
SkyJane, we'll go to the pit.
He's perfectly good at popping my minion.
We do need to find the pits, though.
No, we can't go and find repairs for a pit.
You can get a new one.
No, I can't.
I would have to spend infamy to do that.
You can get lucid tricks, too.
That's going to take...
It'll take a while for the cleave to send me another one.
Two citrics.
Yeah, two citrics.
Don't you start with me.
True citrics.
Lucid tricks.
Two.
All right.
Swipe her on the ground like a rotten football.
Lifehose will take the suggestion,
and he will go like...
We don't need to go to our ship yet.
Just simply take the helm, Evgeny,
and let's find the pit.
Yes.
Sounds good.
Never had a bad time in the pit?
And when we're on our way,
relay information to the ship up high
to hopefully send an escort.
So when we do need to leave,
we have it ready.
Sounds like a good plan.
You don't?
Um, I mean, if we had the second one,
would we be in the harvest land?
That's fair.
That's fair.
God, our ship sucks.
No, brother.
You were really excited about being in it at first.
Brother.
Before I realized that it was a...
Sounds everything!
Cephas pats Byzantion on the shoulder,
and he attempts to soothe him.
Brother, our ship does not sucks.
It is merely under-equipped.
When it is re-equipped,
it will be filled.
We will be the scourge of the emperors.
What piteous little workers.
And I'd love to believe you,
but I'd like to start seeing it in action.
Patience.
Okay.
So you've got any...
Are you going to pilot this
at least in the atmosphere for now?
Is that sort of the plan?
Oh, yeah.
Absolutely.
Because, like, what are we going to...
Like, yeah, I'm going to use my know,
fucking void ship experience with this.
None of us are at this.
He's just going to get a very good breeze.
Okay, give me a plus 30 check for your piloting.
Sure, sure.
Plus 30 check?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Like, the pit is actually a very,
like, basic Auspex can find it.
Absolutely.
Okay.
Thurston, I want to preempt any horribleness
happening by saying that Lucitrix and Cephas
are sitting by the front,
ready to engage anything that comes through the window.
You're behind!
Don't...
We're fine!
You know, Urndale,
my target's pretty high.
As in,
I have to roll a lot of things
before I hit the uh-oh zone.
And eight is my lucky number for a reason.
Drill.
Ooh, fuck.
You got really close to the uh-oh zone.
I got a 76 for two degrees of success.
All right.
So with that 76,
you managed to get the damage driver slider up.
Obviously,
you have to take it at a brisk,
not a fast pace,
to ensure that you're not damaged during the flight.
But, you know,
with some of the protective gear inside,
it's enough to keep you relatively safe with this.
In fact, maybe you like some of the, like,
high-velocity debris
that maybe occasionally mars your skin right now,
because you're into that.
Yeah.
You pilot for about...
about...
a better part of an hour.
Maybe a little bit more as you traverse the wasteland,
kind of keeping to this equatorial band onto Hob,
where the vast kaleidoscopic storms are just out of reach.
Eventually, you come to the edge of what is the pit.
Pit itself is like an eye in the ground,
a great gouge that is exactly what the name describes,
a deep pit with no bottom.
However, as you get close,
you can tell that above the pit is a
roiling storm of actinic thunder and lightning
that blast around,
attracted to any particulate matter.
Meaning, you're easily able to tell
this is not something you can fly your Arvus later into the pit.
It will not survive.
Which makes sense,
and you kind of pull back to look around
at other nearby landing spots,
which is when...
something catches your eye.
Along the tan surface of Dahab,
near the pit and the roiling hills,
is a strange color that juts out.
A strange shape.
If any of your companions are peering through the back,
likely Cephas, but others may as well.
You see the distinct form of...
A Legion attack craft,
a Thunderhawk gunship...
In the vibrant orange...
Of, the renegade warband known as the Endless Conflagration.
They have set up shop...
Near the edge of the pit.
That, is where we will call today's episode.
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