Post by srblack1167 on Sept 9, 2022 8:38:12 GMT
Prologue
Through the battles, the bodies of several Ordo Xenos fell to the swarms. Their brains consumed by lictors informed us of the names Man uses for me and my kind. Tyranids. With this knowledge, I will use their terms to identify my existence and experiences.
Hive Fleet Gorgon was nearly destroyed, and the Tau attacking the Narvhal made it an impossibility for escape. Gorgon’s solution was my ship. A Narvhal with the chameleonic skin like that of a Lictor so that I could hide in the darkness between the stars. Upon the destruction of the Norn-Queen, I was one of the progeny calved. My siblings on the other ships were surprised with my progenitor's forethought, and endeavoured that I may make escape while they distracted the foe. They all fell, and I was alone. There were the Synapse on the planet, but those within the void either died of the shock of her death or were killed in their confusion caused by hearing the many voices of my siblings each singing their own song of battle.
Today I am a new woman. My new lord has given me a task that I must do, that is to channel these words into being; so that a memory remains if the connection to the outside is never established and my lord fails and is destroyed. But who am I… was I. The person I once was is the third daughter of the Chaplain Dominar of the Great Gardens of St. Bartholema the Pure Heart, a place of renown on Argovon within the Nephilim Sector where devoted Ecclesiarchy make pilgrimage to in order to view a great mosaic of the Emperor. My lineage and title grant me the highest access within the city, save except the High Priests within the Ecclesiarchy and their direct subordinates. A few years ago, while I walked through the Gardens freely, I came upon a worker who piqued my interests and we conversed. The following day, he led me to a small gathering of those that called themselves the Blessed Raised. During the jubilations and festivities held in my honour, I was kissed by a mysterious one. In time, I realised that he had deemed me worthy to bear his seed. Now, after two years, my master’s wait is over. His lord has come to guide the final trials of the faithful to their destiny beyond the stars. However, this lord has tasked me to be an instrument of revelation of the trials and tribulations as the final task is before us. From henceforth, I will refer to the being of the lord served by this being of flesh.
Gorgon, my progenitor fell. Of legend, only Medusa of the Gorgons was mortal and from her dead body sprang Chrysaor and Pegasus. My siblings with great, glorious ships of splendour sailed east to draw our enemies away so that I may hide in the shadows travelling west. My siblings shall be called Pegasus for their beauty and glory, and I shall be called Chrysaor.
Through the battles, the bodies of several Ordo Xenos fell to the swarms. Their brains consumed by lictors informed us of the names Man uses for me and my kind. Tyranids. With this knowledge, I will use their terms to identify my existence and experiences.
Hive Fleet Gorgon was nearly destroyed, and the Tau attacking the Narvhal made it an impossibility for escape. Gorgon’s solution was my ship. A Narvhal with the chameleonic skin like that of a Lictor so that I could hide in the darkness between the stars. Upon the destruction of the Norn-Queen, I was one of the progeny calved. My siblings on the other ships were surprised with my progenitor's forethought, and endeavoured that I may make escape while they distracted the foe. They all fell, and I was alone. There were the Synapse on the planet, but those within the void either died of the shock of her death or were killed in their confusion caused by hearing the many voices of my siblings each singing their own song of battle.
I travelled what Man calls west, deeper within the Galaxy. Expending most of my resources to maintain a speed of flight, and avoiding the locations where the materium is weak - for this is where those that would notice my shadow would be. After a time, I heard a song. Rather than a song of the Hive Mind similar to Tiamat’s song-planet, where knowledge is transmitted, it simply hummed a tune like a mother who forgot the words to a lullaby. Curious, I followed the lull and found myself within a populated region of the Nephilim Sector. Without fellow ships to help, and exhausted reserves of my own biomas; I could not claim a settled planet. So, I drifted into a carbon-rich gas giant to syphon the chemicals needed to build my own fleet. This. My origin story.
The above is a narration of how my Gorgon fleet is in the Pariah Nexus.
Following chapters will be the battle logs of my games in narrative form.
Critiques appreciated and welcomed.
The above is a narration of how my Gorgon fleet is in the Pariah Nexus.
Following chapters will be the battle logs of my games in narrative form.
Critiques appreciated and welcomed.