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The Ruinous Powers (40K CYOA)

Discussion in 'Choose Your Own Adventure Land' started by Cheesecake, Nov 21, 2015.

  1. Storyfag Arcane

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  3. Major_Blackhart Codexia Lord Sodom Patron

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  5. Cheesecake Savant

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    Tally (open)

    A:
    B:
    C: Azira, Nevill, Endemic, 3
    D: ERYFKRAD, lightbane, (Azira), (Nevill), Grimgravy, 3(5)
    E: hello friend, Storyfag, Major_Blackhart, 3
    F:

    D. Fight on your own, picking off stragglers and the weakened.

    A:
    B: ERYFKRAD, lightbane, Azira, Nevill, Endemic, Storyfag, Major_Blackhart, 7
    C: (ERYFKRAD), (Azira), (Nevill), hello friend, Grimgravy, 2(5)

    B. Fight viciously, inflicting crippling pain. You target non-lethally, so that your victims die slowly in agony.


    You skirt the edges of the horde of mutants, with eyes like that of a predatory bird searching for its next victim. Like a graceful swimmer, you become one with the flow of battle, as the swimmer does with water. Masked mutants slash at one another with misshapen claws, gnashing at each others' throats, hooting and roaring. Heads are dashed against walls, bodies are burned in cauldrons of fuel, and dark praises are sung, accompanied by the harmony of screams.

    It is beautiful bedlam.

    You are drawn to a scrawny whelp, panting so hard as if his chest were to burst. You smile a predatory grin as you close in for the kill. You crouch, staying downwind of the artificial gusts of burning air. Your mutant crew is notorious for their beast-like sense of smell. You inch closer and closer, anticipation building within you.

    You leap, like a bird taking flight, poised to slash and lacerate. Your fingers connect with his neck, digging deep, and exit followed by a spray of ichor and a pained growl. Before the whelp can register the threat, you grab its arm, and twirling gracefully you twist it. It dangles uselessly at the whelp's side.

    His face contorts with rage, froth dribbling from its fanged maw. It lunges for you, but deftly you sidestep. He crashes into the ground. He lies there, bleeding out, whimpering softly.

    ----

    You look upwards, to the hololithic screen displaying the remaining participants and the current time. Confirmed kills are tracked, displayed next to the names. Of the ten remaining, you rank sixth. You believe you could have scored more but pain instead was your target. Quality, not quantity. The mutant ranked number one in confirmed kills is a speed demon with an equine lower body, the renowned and reviled Raith. Coming second is a relative newcomer, a hulking brute called Gothgol. And third you recognize as one of Hooker's men, a sergeant named Thur.

    Though the battle felt like forever, as it usually does, it seems only an hour has passed. You're mildly disappointed - a memorable event lasted three Terran days. With ten combatants remaining, it shouldn't be long until the blood sport comes to an end.

    The after-party is something to look forward to, though.

    ----

    Gothgol, a meandering mountain of muscle, is happily tearing the arms off of a four-armed mutant. He seems almost childlike, akin to a brat accidentally breaking his toys. He throws a fit as the mutant breaks in his hand, and throws it at a wall in anger. Sergeant Thur, wielding a 'blade' torn off of some unlucky and unworthy mutant, is holding his own against two others, parrying their blows, fending off savage strikes left and right. Raith, like a blur, dices a hapless mutant into pieces, sending parts of him flying like red birds.

    You are confronted by twin beastmen, frothing from their fanged mouths. Each mirrors and mimics the movements of the other. They are like mirror images, save for the broken horn of the one on the left. That one lunges, you dodge, but the other on the right moves behind you and grabs you as you do.

    Both your arms are locked in an iron grip, and the first of the pair delivers a crushing blow to your gut. Your head swims as your insides are mushed. You cough blood, staining your white mask red. The mutant delivers another punch, and another, braying madly. It is unnervingly in synch with his twin's laughter.

    Even the arcane synthesiser grafted into you cannot cope with the damage. Though you revel in a level of pain unfelt in the year, you begin to tire of it and desire to end this. You begin to sing a siren song, whispering foul, beautiful words with your daemoniac tongue.

    "Mask. Take off the mask. Do you wish to look upon me? Look upon me. Take off my mask."

    The mutant stops his fist an inch away from you. Every muscle in his body tenses. His multiple hearts race. You sing louder, willing your voice to become sweeter, pouring more of your black soul into the words.

    "Take off the mask."

    They both reach for it at once, and for a split second it's as if they are about to fight. The one holding you allows his brother the honor, returning to his grip on you, eager to return his grip on you. The other takes off your mask, and it is over for them.

    The one staring at your face falls to his back, screaming in fear. Your face, like a sculpture of Slaanesh's own carved unto flesh, is a terrible leering visage, with a lolling, serpentine tongue. Your eyes, black as the void, stare deep into his behind his mask. He shivers on the ground, writhing and gibbering. You twist your head, with a disgusting creaking and cracking, and you leer mockingly at his twin.

    He too falls, enslaved by your eyes, whipped by the black words of your tongue. You throw them to the brute boy Gothgol to do as he pleases.

    ----

    With great fanfare, the winners of the blood sport are announced, a speaker in regalia announcing it in Low Gothic. A servo-skull by her side announces it in Binary.

    "Gothgol, with fifteen confirmed kills." You see from your throne the boy, hugged by a massive beast of a woman you assume is his mother. "Ror, with fifteen confirmed kills. Ren, with sixteen confirmed kills." You recognize them as the two trading blows with the sergeant. "Sergeant Thur, with seventeen confirmed kills." You see Hooker and her men sharing a drink, cheering him on from their stand. "Raith, with fifty-one confirmed kills." The creature, like the centaur of old legend, roars and prances madly.

    "And of special honor, our mistress: Lena Cythriel!" A deafening cheer comes. You wear your face of beauty for the occasion, but hide it behind a silken veil, away from unworthy eyes. You allow yourself a few seconds more of worship before ordering their silence.

    Entek comes to the dais, trailed by a throng of mutant techpriests and a flock of servo-skulls, all tapping away at dataslates. He assigns the six into breeding pairs: Gothgol with Ror, and Thur with Ren. He takes Raith before you, the centaur kneeling. The massive machine-man blurts his greetings curtly.

    "STATEMENT: As mistress, it is appropriate that you mate with the most suitable specimen."

    The creature Raith growls his obeisance. "Mistress, I offer myself to you. I will give you many princes, and they will be warriors and warlords, strong and swift. I will not fail you."

    You:

    A. Accept the centaur. Only the best is worthy of you.
    B. Deny the centaur. You would never waste yourself on beasts.

    ---

    The Sorcerer relays a message from his lair, secreted from mortal eyes, deep within the ship. The time for the Warp-dive is nigh, and the Sodom will arrive at Arcturus IV within the week, if the gods grant it. To bide the time, you decide to:

    A. Celebrate, participating in the many orgies in parties elegant or depraved. Perhaps you shall even host one of your own, and it will be the grandest of them all.
    B. Prepare - your destination is nigh. You will need to speak with your officers and advisors, and govern your iron kingdom of the Sodom.
    C. Worship and commune with the Ruinous Powers. What better place to speak with your gods than the Warp itself?
    D. Something else.

    ----

    Character Sheet (open)

    Name: Lena Cythriel, Exalted Champion

    Gifts:
    Daemoniac Tongue
    Exalted
    Perfection
    Terrible Visage

    Favor:
    Khorne - Hated
    Nurgle - Betrayed
    Tzeentch - Intrigued
    Slaanesh - Exalted

    Malal - Amused

    Known Characters:
    Detox, apothecary - Uncaring
    Hooker, sergeant - Devoted
    Entek, tech-priest - Indifferent
    Sorcerer - Devoted
    The Boy - Unknown

    Tempestus, chaplain - Dead?
    The Captain - Dead

    Forces:
    Cruiser Crew - 62,000? - Devoted

    Items:
    Artificer Bodyglove (Unequipped)
    Laspistol (Unequipped)
    Synthesiser:
    *Stimms (All-purpose combat drugs, designed to suppress fear and lessen stress and trauma.) [ACTIVE]
    *Frenzon (Rage-inducing chemicals that throw the user into a violent fit. It bolsters strength, increases violent urges, and reduces self control.)
    *Kalma (Euphoria-inducing painkillers used by medicae to subdue restless patients. This automatically releases when the user is nearing dangerous levels of pain.)
    *Onslaught (Heightens awareness and improves reaction time, and allows the body to move abnormally fast. Prolonged use has a high risk of brain damage.)
    *Spook (Spook temporarily awakens the user's psychic abilities, and in higher doses opens a channel between the body, the soul, and the Warp. Requires consuming a psyker to manufacture.) [UNAVAILABLE]

    Location:
    The Sodom, Dauntless-class Light Cruiser
    *The primary engine within the engine temples.
     
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  6. lightbane Arcane

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    Jesus, this is reminiscent of Corruption of Champions, only with more evil. However, since when Slaneeshi had standards?

    A.

    You know everyone will vote that hoping you write a sex scene about it. Hopefully Lena has something to compensate for the drawbacks of pregnancy.

    ---

    B>C.

    We had enough games. Time to prepare for work.
     
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  7. ERYFKRAD Barbarian Patron

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    Heheh, alright.
    A, only because I got a good hunch the centaur is the one who'll get pregnant.

    And B.
     
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  8. Storyfag Arcane

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  9. Nevill Arcane

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  10. Azira Arcane Patron

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  11. hello friend Arcane

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  12. Grimgravy Augur Patron

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  13. Major_Blackhart Codexia Lord Sodom Patron

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    Haven't earned the right to be arrogant or prideful yet.
     
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  14. The Brazilian Slaughter Arcane

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    Let's get out game together
     
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  15. Baltika9 Arcane

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  16. Endemic Arcane

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  17. Cheesecake Savant

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  18. Cheesecake Savant

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    Tally (open)

    A: lightbane, ERYFKRAD, Storyfag, Nevill, Azira, Grimgravy, Major_Blackhart, The Brazilian Slaughter, Baltika9, 9
    B: hello friend, Endemic, 2

    A. Accept the centaur. Only the best is worthy of you.

    A: Nevill, 1
    B: lightbane, ERYFKRAD, Storyfag, (Azira), Grimgravy, Major_Blackhart, The Brazilian Slaughter, 6(7)
    C: (lightbane), (Storyfag), Azira, hello friend,(Grimgravy), Baltika9, 3(6)
    Endemic's D: Endemic, 1

    B. Prepare - your destination is nigh. You will need to speak with your officers and advisors, and govern your iron kingdom of the Sodom.


    You lie flat on the stone altar, the cold stone chilling your bare flesh. The air is heavy with narcotic-laced incense, alive with yelling and moaning and howling. Torchlight flickers on walls blackened by ash and reddened with dry blood. Mutants, malformed and misshapen, writhe on the ground in throes of painful passion.

    The dead abound in your pleasure pit, faces stricken in pain, yet with eyes belying their ecstasy. Beastmen crawl towards you, kneeling before you in submission, cradling mangled corpses as their offerings to you. Sirens sing your praise as they kill and make love, many doing both at once. Hooker's men stand guard, four of them standing before each corner of the altar you lay upon, fending off maddened mutants who would dare to defile you.

    No, this night is different. As victors, you and Raith are the only ones allowed each other. Wretched though he may be, as all beings are compared to you, he is favored by Slaanesh.

    You see this favor clearly as the centaur slowly walks towards you. His four powerful legs, each strong enough to cave-in a man's body with little effort, fast enough to rival the bikes of the famed Astartes. His torso is tattooed with etches of vile scenes, scrawled with passages of forbidden words, and around his neck is carved 'Lena Cythriel', that all may know his mistress.

    He arrives at the altar, looming over you like a mountain, heavy with the stench of blood, drugs, and fouler scents. His eyes are strained with madness and lust, his snorting and growling raucous and primal. He kills your guards with ease, crushing their heads, staining his hands red. You thank him for his offering with a passionless kiss.

    You wrap yourself around him, your bodies becoming one. The night is long and loveless, the act inhuman and unholy, and ends in his death.

    ----

    The glowing, green womb hums gently. Power cords trail from every available surface, like black organs reeking of oil. Servitors left and right fret with the restless maintenance of the artificial womb, servo-skulls relay data to-and-fro, and you stand center in the bedlam, face to face with your child.

    The little thing floats calmly in the green, life-giving fluid. You lay a hand on the warm glass. You thought you could never feel anything but contempt and revulsion for anyone save you, but he is different.

    You would burn worlds for him.

    "How is he, Entek?"

    "STATEMENT: Life-signs within optimal range. Growth steady. A new batch of slaves are ready to be decomposed into life-fluid, completion in three hours, forty-three minutes, twenty-"

    "I mean, how is he? Isn't he beautiful?"

    "STATEMENT: I cannot perceive 'beauty'. Nor would I wish to. It is irrelevant."

    You sigh. Entek had requested the child grow from without your womb, so that Entek could grow him in a controlled environment. He had only been conceived the night previous, and just this morning he had been invisible to the naked eye, yet now he was large enough to be held within two hands.

    "He definitely is beautiful, mistress," says the Sorcerer, cooing into the glass in a dark, whispered language. "Simply beautiful."

    "Aye, my lady," says Hooker, who has assigned her elite squad to guard the artificial womb, despite Entek's wishes that only his murder-servitors be so near the womb.

    "Truly, Lena." Detox had volunteered to aid Entek with his experience as apothecary, providing medical knowledge to the tech-priest's technical.

    It has been a while since all of you had gathered in one area. You smile. It is convenient as well, since you'd planned to meet with all of them to discuss the government of the ship.

    You decide to first:

    A. Talk to Entek, in regards to the Sodom's machinery, the servitors and servo-skulls, and the armory.
    B. Talk to Hooker, in regards to the soldiers, training, and the policing of the Sodom.
    C. Talk to Detox, in regards to the population, breeding, and health of the human and mutant population.
    D. Talk to the Sorcerer, in regards to the future and the will of the gods.
    E. Talk with someone or do something else.

    ----

    Character Sheet (open)

    Name: Lena Cythriel, Exalted Champion

    Gifts:
    Daemoniac Tongue
    Exalted
    Perfection
    Terrible Visage

    Favor:
    Khorne - Hated
    Nurgle - Betrayed
    Tzeentch - Intrigued
    Slaanesh - Exalted

    Malal - Amused

    Known Characters:
    Detox, apothecary - Uncaring
    Hooker, sergeant - Devoted
    Entek, tech-priest - Indifferent
    Sorcerer - Devoted
    The Boy - Unknown

    Tempestus, chaplain - Dead?
    The Captain - Dead

    Forces:
    Cruiser Crew - 62,000? - Devoted

    Items:
    Artificer Bodyglove (Unequipped)
    Laspistol (Unequipped)
    Synthesiser:
    *Stimms (All-purpose combat drugs, designed to suppress fear and lessen stress and trauma.) [ACTIVE]
    *Frenzon (Rage-inducing chemicals that throw the user into a violent fit. It bolsters strength, increases violent urges, and reduces self control.)
    *Kalma (Euphoria-inducing painkillers used by medicae to subdue restless patients. This automatically releases when the user is nearing dangerous levels of pain.)
    *Onslaught (Heightens awareness and improves reaction time, and allows the body to move abnormally fast. Prolonged use has a high risk of brain damage.)
    *Spook (Spook temporarily awakens the user's psychic abilities, and in higher doses opens a channel between the body, the soul, and the Warp. Requires consuming a psyker to manufacture.) [UNAVAILABLE]

    Location:
    The Sodom, Dauntless-class Light Cruiser
     
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  19. Kipeci Magister

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    ... huh. I think I'll go with Entek and see how the mech-bros are doing with the ship and all. Or the Sorcerer, whichever one.

    A > D
     
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  20. Grimgravy Augur Patron

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  21. ERYFKRAD Barbarian Patron

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    B>C
     
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  22. Azira Arcane Patron

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  23. lightbane Arcane

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    Well, that ended poorly (for the centaur). I vote C. Time to give our walking cancer a bone.
     
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  24. hello friend Arcane

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  25. Nevill Arcane

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    Might as well.

    D. Talk to the Sorcerer, in regards to the future and the will of the gods.
     
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