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Real Ways To Add Slaanesh Into The Game (non-ero)

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UnrelentingOrk BikerTroll Scribe

Bajinda said: ↑

Well the book of excess ( fantasy flight) did a nice job explaining Slaanesh and Astartes. Most of them will fall under "Pridefull". Its a manly man world in a war era were mortal see them as demi gods... bragging rights, martial skills and who's the best at this and that. Slaanesh is known to bless amazing duelists and assassins with more speed, faster reflexes, more precision. The perfection of a single hit, the execution of a hard to master technic. For a newly fallen astartes who only knew a life of constant restrictions and personal denials, the new liberty of doing "everything he wants" might be more then a attractive prospect. Most of them will keep a rather martial view to life because hell that what they know best...and some others will go completely haywire.

If those closer to Khorne hack and slash their way down the battlefield leaving a trail of blood behind them, they don't care of pretty moves as long at it work. It is messy and brutal. Those closer to Slaanesh are dancing across the same field, picking opponents here and there only to regal in the perfection of their mastery. It is flamboyant and artful. In a MMO setting Slaaneshi would be closer to rogue then warrior: fast, deceitful,precise,unpredictable...

Sadly so far no cultists planed in the game but I find cultists to be a important part of Slaaneshi "culture". Because a big part of being awesome is to be praised by loads of enamored fans.
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wow for a second there you sounded like you knew what u were talkin bout for once o.o...

BikerTroll, Mar 27, 2015

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Laanshor Laanshor Well-Known Member

Zeta_Metr0id said: ↑

Yeah I think having the marks of the four (and one for Undivided) is probably the most important thing they can have for the Chaos faction. That's what people love about Chaos in WH40K - the different options you have with choosing your deity.
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Yeah seeings we have the Marks confirmed as loadout options I'm very curious how they'll adapt Slaanesh.

I know it's not TT but they've sourced ideas from their before. The Mark and Icons in the Codex would be a lot of fun for certain classes

BikerTroll said: ↑

wow for a second there you sounded like you knew what u were talkin bout for once o.o...
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So rude. Wheres my throttling tentacle *rummages*

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Laanshor, Mar 27, 2015

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Zeta Zeta_Metr0id Member

Ideas_McGee said: ↑

Yeah seeings we have the Marks confirmed as loadout options
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Oh we do? Sweet!

Zeta_Metr0id, Mar 27, 2015

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Laanshor Laanshor Well-Known Member

Oh yeah, just not permanently attached Marks (that comes post-launch we've been told ).

Not a lot on it but it's basically a loadout option, so you add or remove them like other wargear I guess. Here's some quotes I sourced for the FAQ if you're curious:

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It's not cosmetic, it's just not a full devotion since you can still switch them around. We want you to make "Khorne builds", for example.
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BrentEllison said: ↑

==Chaos Gods==
At launch, the Chaos Gods will be present, but not out in full force. That's going to be coming with time. Instead, expect to see the Chaos Gods flavour your builds with accessories. These should be major accessories though, so we fully expect you to be able to call this a "Nurgle" build, or a "Khorne" build, etc. You're just not devoting yourself yet, so you can switch it out at will.

Psychic powers are generally pretty tied to specific gods, of course. This lets us give them more flavour, but is also handy for balancing purposes.
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2. Will we see pshycic disciplines? or some variation of psyker powers? i know they will be different for every faction, but i was wondering if, for example, a Sorcerer will be able to choose between direct damage dealing powers like maybe telekinesis, or have more of a support role by choosing Biomancy.

BRENT ELLISON: To start, we’re defining these as god-aligned or undivided, so you can expect a Slaaneshi (Aspiring) Sorcerer to have a very distinct skill set from a Nurgle (Aspiring) Sorcerer. However, an undivided (Aspiring) Sorcerer is also a valid option, so we’re going to be experimenting with things like giving them more Psychic Powers to bring to the field, more Warp Charges, etc.
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Laanshor, Mar 27, 2015

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Bajinda Bajinda Curator

BikerTroll said: ↑

wow for a second there you sounded like you knew what u were talkin bout for once o.o...
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I just been playing/hosting Black Crusade rpg for quite a while now. Slaanesh is not at all just about the carnal taboos. He/She is excess in all its holy and unholy forms.

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Bajinda, Mar 27, 2015

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Mhorge Mhorge Curator

Ideas_McGee said: ↑

Oh yeah, just not permanently attached Marks (that comes post-launch we've been told ).
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You know, I actually sort of wonder how that would work, since we don't actually really play 'characters' per se, we're actually just playing the chosen archetype. Why? Because obviously it's hard to really get into a character only for him to die 5 seconds after deployment due to some incredibly unlikely yet accurate Ork boy Shoota fire etc.

Yet, obviously when we choose what we respawn as, we're limited to say Assault, Devastator etc, so I guess we'd be allowed to save presets and choose them on the fly (so yes, you could spawn as say a Noise Marine, or perhaps you would spawn as an undivided Black Legionaire etc)

Mhorge, Mar 29, 2015

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DeathPunch XDeathPunch Subordinate

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CONTINUED

Isn't the Emperor the greatest example of Man? he may quietly think to himself. Even the strength of the Primarchs was their care for legion their sons. The ones that saw them only as soldiers all fell...
But these are thoughts for another day.
"And soon we will honor that sacrifice by retaking this world from those that would silence his worship and blot out his name, were such a thing possible" he would perhaps say, shaking the thoughts "now, have you been able to see where they've positioned the -"
"Thankfully, the Xenos haven't interfered with that. It was actually one of the first promises we received, even before their soldiers came - that we could worship our Emperor as we wished. Governor Markus had been telling us about how their diplomats were boasting to him they would make us all corpses just like our Emperor, and how they'd kill all his subjects until their Aun sat on the Golden Throne. 'And then', he said they told him, 'the gue'la can worship the one on the throne'. It wasn't long after though that they hacked all the vox frequencies - had every radio and speaker except a few in the bases playing something from Relic-Keeper Timothy. He said things had gotten better on Zylorene since the empire took it over - that he was still in charge of caring for Saint Titus' shrine and it was getting more visitors than ever..."

Those channels are probably still bugged, he might think, keeping his mind on his mission like a dutiful Space Marine, we'll have to keep the civilians from discussing our troop movements. The PDF vox probably is too, but they don't want us to know that. They left them out of the broadcast so the troops would think they couldn't crack it. They know they could never break our's, but having the PDF give them live updates of our location and equipment would be just as good. We'll need to find some other way to communicate, but we can't tip them off that we're in on their secret. We could feed false information to the PDF resistance and catch the aliens with their pants down. he'd probably be thinking, trying to ignore the fact that the longer he spoke with his informant the more he's becoming aware of the new drives. Those odd new drives he'd had ever since the raid on the Earth Caste science facility that had been set up on the planet's moon.

He might figure it was unsurprising that those that, as the Techmarines would say, blasphemed the Omnissiah had been poor scientists. The seemingly experimental drone they'd encountered easily destroyed the two servo-skulls, but had switched to some alternate weapon when it faced him. A poor choice: at such a close range two rounds had pierced his armor at his head and groin, but left no wound beneath. He would have quickly destroyed it, and the facility would have followed soon after.
"...we all thought he'd been forced to say it of course, probably tortured out of his wits by those giant insects they have. A few days after the invasion every one of us that went out for the Feast of the Emperor's Ascension thought it was a martyr's march. Whoever had them put on robes and wore chains - it was like we'd all decided on our own to go through the streets just like Saint Dolan. I heard about it from my brother though and I think the senior preachers - Emperor reward them - were the ones who started the plan, since they went in front and brought buckets of broken glass. When they started tossing handfuls in front of their path a bunch of folks walked barefoot. Not me personally - no, I wanted every drop of my blood to be on the Xenos' four-fingered hands."

"What sort of reprisal did you meet?" he'd then ask. Their crowd control tactics could tell us about their manpower and how much labor they need from this world. If they dispersed them with their Kroot auxiliaries then they're likely expecting us to use Steel Rain tactics. If they intimidated them with their broadside battlesuits they must be expecting a combined assault with the Guard. That would mean they must be assuming we place a high value on this planet and it was simply relatively undefended to free up forces for the Tyranid incursions. If that's the case then their resource scans must -""None. That was what had us nervous." she'd say, her surprising report interrupting his train of thought. "I started figuring they would wait until we got to the Ecclesial park, close us in and then broadcast the giant bird-reptile I'd heard rumors of being set loose on us".

Greater Knarlocs. They're expecting something heavy here and they've got a plan for it, he'd be sure to note.

"But aside from some extra overwatch on the roofs near the shrine, there was nothing. All the thoughts of exotic deaths from pulse rifles or monsters and nobody had thought to bring anything for the feast! So it became more like the Fast of the Emperor's Ascension. The Festival preacher seemed surprised (and to be honest, disappointed) but gave a good impromptu sermon about fasting in mourning. She wore her chain as a belt and started talking about how even though Saint Dolan was bound in chains, and even though his path was forced upon him by the unrighteous, the path he walked was a righteous one because he walked it by his faith. She seemed to want to keep our spirits up so she concluded by telling a somewhat humorous story about a fat man that the Emperor allowed to be delivered into the hand of the Eldar because of his sin of gluttony. He was chained in their Dark City, and his faith began to wane, as just before his capture he had prayed to the Emperor, asking him to guide him and take his sin of gluttony away. 'It is too late', the fat man said as he languished in his chains, 'I sinned for too long. I am beyond the Emperor's forgiveness'.

His grief from this was so deep that it became the strongest thing he had felt - even greater than his hunger. He lost his appetite as he mourned his loss of the Emperor's favor, and would not eat when his captors brought him his daily gruel. He soon found his chains growing looser as each day passed and he grew thinner, until finally they fell to the floor. Thus he realized the captivity had been the answer to his prayers, and his grief at failing the Emperor had taught him to overcome his gluttony. He escaped and when he returned home, he opened his pantry for the poor to feast.

Afterwards the preacher patted her own stomach and said 'perhaps we've all been feasting a bit too much', which got a slight chuckle. We all returned home and were surprised by the Water Caste broadcast wishing us a joyful Ascension Week - a week, the xeno had said, that reminded him sacrifice for the Greater Good was something to be celebrated. The next day we submitted a request to the occupiers for materials to repair the damage the Shrine had sustained in the invasion, and it was granted."

Perhaps the marine would laugh - well, not quite laugh, but at least exhale appreciatively from his nose - at the story of the fat man's freedom. "It gladdens me to hear that the aliens respect worship of the Emperor", the marine might say, "it would have been a great loss for faith such as these citizens have to have been lost - your walk and bravery were truly worthy of Dolan Chirosius, and your parish - given the circumstances - gives fitting words. Once we've cut your world's alien chains pass my compliments to your Festival preacher".

His informant would probably look amused. "Thank you," she would say, "I never would have thought that day that one of the Emperor's Finest would be enjoying any of my sermons. I'd been terrified for months about speaking in front of such a huge crowd - knowing what I'd written would wind up being useless would have turned me white if I'd had any idea. Just knowing my senior preacher brother was going to be listening had me halfway there - I don't think I would have survived if I'd known a Space Marine would hear it! But I suppose the fear you'll be gunned down by pulse fire makes all of that seem silly in comparison."

He'd probably find himself enjoying the conversation at this point. "Well, enjoying it 'so much' might be an overstatement" he may say, "but I suppose well-polished armor is an honor in a triumph but a shame in a trench". They'd probably both be amused, and perhaps he'd be glad to get a rare chance to use the humor that his schedule of constant deployments and training allows such precious little time for.

He'd quickly bring his mind back to the mission however. "Your information's been of more value than you know. I can't reveal the details of course but it could prove vital to our defense of this world. Its crucial that I report it back to the Battle Barge."
"I'm honored I could serve the Astartes - I can promise you I'll always remember tonight, the night I spoke to a Space Marine. One of the Emperor's Angels themselves, right here. Its practically hallowed ground". Perhaps she'd quickly make a mark on one of the trees, as if to say without saying that she wanted to visit the place again and think of the night.

And just the same way, she'd turn to leave and then add, trying to make it sound as if it were a parting afterthought and not the most important thing that would be said that evening, "I only wish I could say that it felt more like I had served the Emperor tonight. But we're worshiping him all the same now as we were before. We might have changed our governor, but he's still our Emperor". She'd look back like someone moving out of their childhood home looks back one last time before shutting the door. "When you give your life, I hope its for my Emperor - not anyone's governor", she'd end. "Please be safe."

At that point there's no doubt the Marine would feel something new - but a new feeling that, for once, he could truly understand. It was like the feeling when the apothecary, somber, would place all the tools in his Narthecium save one: his reductor. The Battle Brother's gene-seed would be extracted and would pass on, yes, but he was gone.

Though what he'd feel now would be nowhere near the intensity of what he felt when a Brother fell - both sensations would have a clear core component. The other person was gone. With a Brother, every day they would be there. They would be there at the morning prayers. They would be there at target practice, they would be there at dinner - every day. They would be a part of your life to the point they nearly became a part of you. They would be like the feeling of moisture on your tongue: present so often and so fully you no longer even feel special about them - all the good they would bring would become so common that to feel it would be a waste of energy. But when you thought about it, you knew that it was there, and you were glad.
But then, his Brother would be gone, and there was nothing he could do about it.

But he would recognize what he now felt as the exact inverse of that feeling. He did not see her every day. She was not there in the morning and there as he went to sleep. They did not have all of their meals and all of their struggles together. But he'd know he wanted them to. She had everything he loved about his Battle Brothers - their bravery, their faith - but she was like a Brother he could make life with, not to end it. Instead of a jarring, but expected, sense of finality, he felt an exhilarating and new sense of beginning. Instead of a heavy force that filled and wracked his being, pushing and forcing him to realize his Brother's oblivion, it was a small, subtle thing. Like a key pressed into a lock, it moved and changed his thoughts in a way that was almost imperceptible. And instead of being powerless to effect it as he had been so many times before, his choice was fully in his hands.

"Are you sure you can get back safely?", he might ask.

"I should be alright - their patrols stay away from the woods, especially at this time of night. Too much risk of an ambush from the partisans breaking something expensive before they fire back. From what I've heard they prefer to send Kroot in during the day, that way they're more likely to see any PDF hiding and be able to close in...

The PDF, he would think. We do need some other way to communicate with them when the battle begins - but what if future small landings become impossible? Perhaps I should work out a preliminary plan while we have the chance. I could stay. I should stay, for the mission.

"...and they say you really don't want them up close. A Tau you can wrestle to the ground even if he's in full armor, but they always tell this joke: 'You don't want a Kroot up close'. Then you're supposed to ask 'Why?' and they'll say 'Because their guns don't have bayonets'. You're supposed to say something like 'That doesn't sound so bad up close to me' then they'll say 'Their bayonets have guns!'."

"These PDF partisans", the Marine would ask, perhaps trying to make it sound as if this was the plan he'd had in mind earlier, depending on how aware he was of his real reasons, "since there's no immediate danger from patrols, could you take me to meet them? I should speak with them as well."

"Of course" she'd reply, perhaps pretending not to notice the shift in tone from the earlier abortive attempt at parting, yet sounding excited either way "I'll need to get in touch with my contacts first though - the PDF keep moving. But I think they'll hold still if they get the promise of being reinforced by Space Marines. In the meantime, the parish could keep you hidden in the Shrine - the Tau don't go in there, probably to avoid starting a riot".

"That might be a suitable temporary location", he'd doubtlessly agree. Perhaps managing to conceal his excitement at being hidden so near to her, perhaps not.

As they'd walk, him making far less noise than her despite his large armor, he'd likely begin to ask: "Speaking of the shrine, I had a question", his speech much more roundabout that the straightforward tactical conversation that was typical.

After what would be an awkwardly timed pause as she waited for the sentence to complete, she'd answer: "What would you like to know?"

"The man in your sermon, the glutton," he would say. After a pause where she was just about to ask for further clarification, he would finish: "he...struggled with his appetites, yes?"

She'd answer with an air of understanding. "Yes, I would say so." Even she might not realize how her diction became slightly more formal as she, increasingly nervous, went back to a combination of her Water Caste and Ecclesiarchy training more routely.

He would continue, "Even though he was a faithful servant, his...appetites seemed to be threatening to get in the way of his service to the Emperor. Had he been a member of your parish and come to you for help, what advice would you have given him? What could he do to rid himself of that evil? Aside from a stay in Commorragh of course."

After a brief silence - but one which had an air of contemplation, not awkwardness, she would answer. "Its a strange thing: he failed the Emperor by indulging in an excess of what the Emperor had given him. Giving in, unrestrained to your hunger is gluttony. Yet denying it completely and starving is an equal sin. Hunger is meant to become irresistible, since it is not good for a man to resist eating forever. But at the same time, all men have different strength of hunger. Some have very little and are slender. This is good because they free up food for others. Others have a stronger hunger and it makes them portly. This is good because when times of scarcity come, they will be prepared and can more easily endure. The Emperor gives each to different men so that we will be prepared no matter the situation. It seems like it would upset his plan if all of the slender tried to join the fat or all of the fat tried to join the slender, doesn't it?"

The Marine would likely make a "Hm" of agreement, and she would continue. "I would suggest to him that his place is to be portly. Perhaps even portly among the portly. There's no sin in this. The sin lies in going over the line past self control, or too far the other way to complete self denial. There is a level the Emperor intends for every man, and I believe many of us can feel where it is."

The Marine's rendezvous mission would go from hours to days. And then from days to weeks. His superiors would reason something had gone wrong, and they would be very right.

Months later when the assault finally began, its only militarized allies would be badly depleted PDF remnants, most groups of their number caught one after the other holding their ground despite what had previously been a successful guerrilla campaign. Those that remained would be more harm than help, unknowingly feeding the enemy strategic updates from their cracked vox channels as they attempted to coordinate with the arriving Imperial forces. Marine platoons deep striking would find themselves literally falling into Kroot ambushes. The main armor assault on the planet's capital city - expecting pitched but ranged battles with enemy vehicles - floundered and stalled as it found itself faced with a bio-weapon that acted like a melee tank.

And throughout it all - though this fact would be suppressed by the Ordo Xenos - would be a single marine, his Aquila (though not, interestingly, his chapter markings) replaced by the circle within a circle of the Tau, shouting "For the Emperor!" with as much conviction as the others.

Its either all of this or have marines keep their urges but teach them to deal with them. That's just all around the best option for the Imperium.
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I would Love to read that, but its way to much for me to read right now.

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XDeathPunch, Mar 29, 2015

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DeathPunch XDeathPunch Subordinate

Galen said: ↑

It was a joke.Slaanesh should be represented by varius devices that ampliphy the sences imo like your eyes being stiched open to see everything and other stuff like that have nothing with sex if they really want to make it to teens rating but i would rather see slaanesh zealots in all their glory (Traps and tities included) same goes for the rest of the chaos gods.F@ck rating give us everything.
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Man just give Slaneshians i dunno demonetes or something strange and done who likes Slanesh anyways

XDeathPunch, Mar 29, 2015

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DeathPunch XDeathPunch Subordinate

Galen said: ↑

This Xeno witch knows what she is talking about!!
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We eldar know everything

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XDeathPunch, Mar 29, 2015

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GG77-Curie The-Mad-Magos Subordinate

So if Marks Of Chaos are removable upgrades, wouldn't that be problematic when going from Nurgle to Slaanesh?

Because of STDs?

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The-Mad-Magos, Mar 29, 2015

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