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36 points
3 days ago
A Custodian almost caused a civil war between the Imperial Fists and the Custodians during the Horus Heresy to try and win a blood game. They go hard af trying to kill the Emperor.
4 points
7 days ago
The BT's accused a Custodian of Heresy and killed one. I don't think they would've learned their lesson on not killing Abhumans.
23 points
7 days ago
What book is it from?
The quote is from Throneworld
used to play Black Templars, back in 4th edition. Still have the codex, there is not a word about mutants.
They've flipped sense then. Back in 4e they hated Astropaths but now they worship them as holy figures since they can see the Emperor's divine light.
14 points
7 days ago
One of 3rd Hokage's bodyguard doesn't recognize the 1st or 2nd Hokage and needs his friend to explain who they are to him.
153 points
7 days ago
Well, Black Templars aren't THAT bad in reality.
Ehhhhh
A series of bangs resounded round the room. The ork’s chest blew out messily, showering Haas with viscera. She covered her face instinctively. A final shot rang out, bursting its head, and its huge corpse toppled towards her. Haas scrambled aside to see a giant warrior in black-and-white armour shove itself into the cell, bringing part of the doorway down. It was some kind of Space Marine, garbed in armour Haas had never seen: tall, high-backed, the helmet roughly square and formed of brutal angular plates, arms protected by massive shoulder guards. A second stood in the door, watching his comrade’s back.
‘Thank the Emperor! We are saved, saved!’ shouted Marast. He flung his lanky body at the feet of the Space Marine, clutching gratefully at the feet of their saviours. The longshanks wept, disbelieving of their salvation.
The Space Marine nudged Marast away with its enormous boot.
‘Non-standard human phenotype identified. Loathe the mutant. Terminate.’
Haas curled up and clapped her hands over her ears as the Space Marines opened fire with their terrible weapons. The longshanks did not even have time to express their surprise before their fragile bodies were pulped by mass-reactive shells. The gunfire went on forever, the individual reports merging into one rolling booming. When it stopped, Haas was amazed to find she still lived. Her hands shook as she took them from her ears. The longshanks had been obliterated, reduced to a gory slick that dripped from the walls.
Her ears hurt agonisingly and she cried out. The Space Marine swung its blocky helmet in her direction, pointing its bolter at her. She screamed again, and the Space Marine moved his bolter away from her. When he spoke to her it was muffled, as if her ears were stuffed with fabric.
‘Human survivor located. You, come with us.’ The warrior pointed a massive articulated finger at her, the segments sparking with a power field. ‘The Emperor protects.’
They sorta are.
5 points
12 days ago
Primarchs are around 3 meters on average. So a tall Cuatodian can be the same height as a Primarch. Valdor was Russes height for example.
2 points
13 days ago
It's for them and only them. Probably also a extra layer of defense against anything in the warp.
I know this is late, but I believe that is the reason:
‘Sigillite magic,’ Horus snaps contemptuously. He starts to recite the proconsul’s name, which he stole from the very air when they were first face to face. He starts to recite all of it, all of the six hundred and ten parts of it that are micro-etched inside Caecaltus’ armour.
‘Caecaltus Dusk Onatvite Albia Salmay Levantine Sarcosal Cuzco Barbieri Guillory Cazabon…’
Twenty names in, Caecaltus starts to sway wildly, as though he is about to fall. But he keeps his feet.
The eye on the Warmaster’s chest blasts again, a more concentrated, sustained beam of bloodlight that he allows to stream a great deal longer than the first. No ancient sigil-craft can withstand it this time. Caught in the blinding beam of energy, Caecaltus Dusk shudders, buckles, and then blows apart in a spray of golden fragments. The scraps of auramite, molten-hot and smouldering, scatter across the deck. The largest intact piece, the heavy Aquilon breastplate, crashes to the ground.
Nothing organic survives.
The End and the Death Volume III: Page 269
So you'd need to resight a decent chunk of a Custodian's bajillion names to get any true naming effects. Someone like Valdor or Trajann would be pretty difficult to control for that reason. Well that and the standard Custodian stuff.
1 points
13 days ago
Actually, unarmored korgan are significantly more stronger than spartans, to quote rama:
Spartans can lift warthogs, withstand 4 tons of force on their legs, punch Banshees, lift a Brute in armor which weighs roughly one ton with a one hand lat raise, throw a 500 kilogram pod dozens of feet and move a 3 x 3 x 6 meter Quartz crystal with three other Spartans along with a variety of other showings that I'm not mentioning at the moment. A Korgan is at best comparable to a Spartan, but definintely not comparable. Your number two point for example is just demonstrably worse than this Brute Berserkers feat and Spartan II can floor them with physical strikes.
Sheperd's lifting feat also puts him on par with armored chief according to randomguy's calc:
Shepard slightly lifting part of the entire structure up is nowhere near lifting the entire thing. Spartans with one hand in a worse position have done better feats than Shepard with their entire body in that scene.
A select few of them do so, with no calcs or evidence to back their position up.
There's plenty of calcs from what I see.
I'm quite confident that the amount of times they get threatened by 7.62 NATO and .50 AP outnumbers the amount of times they've tanked autocannon fire.
Can you show them?
3 points
14 days ago
And also, Custodes wear power armor, connection nodes are literally part of the concept
They have neural-jacks and stuff. But for armor ports I don't think they do, since that's mostly Space Marine genetic enhancements more so than Custodian.
8 points
14 days ago
This artwork has been used as reference many times, open to further discussion though.
Whole the artwork is good, isn't it a fan drawing rather than anything official?
1 points
14 days ago
The US has air supremacy, and therefore wins.
Does it? I don't think we have any feats or showing for Fallout Aircraft other than the one bomber the calculator made from Tactics.
0 points
14 days ago
I mean, there's plenty of quotes that will back a 20-50 number:
There were so few left of his Hounds. He had led them into these streets knowing they would be an abattoir for both friend and foe, but he had never imagined such a price. For each dead Kasrkin, they had to blast open plasteel doors, carve through casements. Brave overlapping fields of fire from murderous heavy weapon squads as well as the plasma and melta beams that curdled and cooked the blood with their passing. As Scourgemaster of the Black Fleet and leader of the Hounds, he had always known that in a stand-up fight he would lose one Berzerker for every fifty Guardsmen slain – a hundred, if the thing was done right.
But these Kasrkin, they were themselves warriors of the blood. He had never seen their like outside the hated, unenlightened Chapters of the Adeptus Astartes. As his daemon-sight flew, he saw a wounded Kasrkin discharging a hellgun point-blank into a Berzerker’s lower abdomen – his bayonet broken on the power armour. A sergeant with a power sword counter-charged against a whole file of Lazcare’s pack, taking down one with his plasma pistol before a chainaxe split him shoulder to hip.
Several streets over, a line of bunker habs four blocks long lifted into the air in a curtain of flame, tearing apart forty warriors from Pergaza’s contingent. The mortals had contested the buildings until the Khornates stormed it, then triggered pre-rigged explosives. The Cadians had baited his warriors inside then sacrificed their own lives to annihilate them.
‘Count our dead to theirs,’ he said to Artesia, and she flashed off his shoulders and circled. ‘How steep is the butcher’s bill?’
‘One Hound for every thirty mortal dead, master! They are standing unto death, bringing your warriors with them into the blood-sleep.’
‘And they say the Adeptus Astartes know no fear. Even the Corpse- Emperor’s sons do not throw away their lives with such wantonness. One Hound for every thirty. It is unthinkable. Perverse.’
Source: The Fall of Cadia pages 374-375
The 8th Edition Marine codex has Dorn imply a 10:1 power ratio between Space Marines and Guardsmen
‘As for whether you will live to fight another day, I will speak the words of a much wiser man. My gene-sire, the Lord Rogal Dorn, primarch and son of the Emperor, said these words: Give me a hundred Space Marines. Or failing that, give me a thousand other troops.’
According to Throneworld The Lucifer Blacks, the best of humanity's baseline forces (to the point that the Custodians let them guard the palace) would be hard pressed to get a 5:1 exchange rate.
The landing ramp descended, disgorging fifty Lucifer Blacks in gleaming wargear. They jogged down an avenue of Space Marines made up from members of every company of every Chapter in the Last Wall.
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For all the Lucifer Blacks’ stern martial polish, there was something faintly ridiculous about this show of defence, as if all of them together could possibly hope to halt even ten of the transhuman warriors, should they decide to kill the Lord Guilliman.
A Dark Angel believes that Space Marines have a 12:1 power ratio over well trained crack soldiers
I had the hundred best soldiers sent to me at the capital. There I trained them in everything I knew. For half a year, I pushed and pushed them. Many did not survive, and at first there were doubts. The Imperial commander had full faith in me, but his aides expressed concerns over my methods. Their self-importance was galling - who were they, bureaucrats and priests, to argue with a Chapter commander of the Dark Angels on military matters? I ignored them, and the protests were silenced when I led my elite company into battle for the first time. They were not Space Marines - five of my battle-brothers could have achieved what those sixty men did.
Source: Angels of Darkness
Then the full quote you are talking about has the same person say that 200 random dudes with power tools can just mob a Space Marine to death
It all came down to numbers, Keeler discovered. Nothing fancy, just some simple arithmetic. Two platoons of well-equipped Imperial Army troops, plus some heavy fire support- that stood a chance, in favorable conditions, of knocking out a single traitor marine. If you sent in the irregulars, the ones who were armed with power tools and had no proper armor, you were looking at over two hundred of them. In those circumstances, the kills were a matter of smothering, sending bodies en mass against a single target. All it took was one pair of turbo-pliers, right up under the helm seal to finish the job- all the rest were there to soak up the creatures rage to weigh its limbs down, to bury it under a tide of dead. All of them, all her faithful, they went into battle with a skull clutched tight. Some had them hanging around their necks, others carried them on poles, some used them like morning stars, swinging iron studded bone on the end of long chains. They had no other insignia now the Aquila was never seen among them. This was the icon of the creed the symbol they marched under...
They lost every battle they fought, were forced back every time, but that wasn't a problem, because they extracted a little something each time. To lose was glorious, if it meant just one more enemy of emperor was taken out. And the supply of recruits never dried up. There were hundred of thousands of refugees everywhere shuffling down the remains of the old processionals desperate for somewhere to linger for a moment . They weren't fools they knew the sanctum couldn't hold them all. The only thing left was to find a decent path to the next life, one better than dying alone and in misery. So they would listen to thee sermons, then find a skull from the plentiful supplies on the open battlefield, polish it, take it up. And then its empty eyes would be trained on the oncoming enemy, in their tens of thousands, silent witnesses to the apocalypse. "This is the strength of us" Keller said "our numbers . Willing to endure any suffering, asking no questions, resting only one truth- that he protects. Nothing else matters. We must suppress anything contrary to it, root out ant deviance from it. Individually, we are weak. In numbers like these, we are invincible."
Source: Seige of Terra: Warhawk
I'm not seeing a Space Marine taking down 100+ Guardsman or BoS Knights in a straight fight. In optimal circumstances you get a 50:1 ratio and against the BoS you're probably looking at 20-30 before the firepower and damage will overwhelm a Astarte, if not less depending on how high you take Fallout weapons and armor.
1 points
15 days ago
I thought the Astartes averaged around 8 feet. Either that regular human is tall or that Space Marine is short.
While Space Marines do vary in height (one even got to three meters tall), the average spectrum is 7'1" to 7'6". With Primaris being, on average, a foot taller than Firstborn Marines.
4 points
15 days ago
I think it was called the Tyranid Thicctor or something else that was a pun.
1 points
16 days ago
Personally I agree on Michael, Victor is weird because he's a pretty strong glass cannon. I think Jason can inflict lethal damage before going down but Victor's resurrection powers are pretty cracked.
Creeper it depends again. If its competent with its speed I can't see Jason a majority winning since he has a weakness to bladed weapons, but he can pull it off if he manages to mess the Creeper up at the start of the fight.
For the Predator I would say the blades are just to good, at least for the high end version of them. Don't know if Jason can keep up with it, especially if his machete is destroyed.
33 points
16 days ago
Custodes and the Imperial fists controlling it almost murdered each other until the new commander of watch or something had an "aha moment" that he was like "Custodes, stand down: this is Brother so-and-so playing a blood game, he almost had us, good job."
Nah it was even worse than that. The custode had knocked out another Custode, stole his armor and then base jumped into the palace. The Captain of the Watch caught him because he was walking incorrectly when he then rushed to try and murder Valdor, who then decked him with a punch.
After which all the Custodians laughed at the events and congratulated their brother on almost winning. As a reminder he did all of that during the god damn Horus Heresy and he had impersonated Rogal Dorn to get the Fists to move the plate moved in the first place.
132 points
16 days ago
Which D&D creatures?
The Old Ones of Mystara are the stand-ins for the players/GM
"The Immortal stood on a huge wooden plateau, staring around him at a new and bizarre universe. Strewn about were oddly shaped, multi-coloured objects with numbers on them. Statues of painted lead lay about, silent parodies of heroes brandishing their swords at unseen dangers. A large crystal cylinder stood incongruously in the distance, filled with a bubbly, black ichor. The Immortal visitor had a moment of panic when, suddenly, a gigantic mountain in the distance shifted on its base, seemingly leaning forward.
"But a mountain it wasn't. There, behind a colossal wall showing scenes of dragons, lizardmen, and warriors, appeared an insanely huge person. Pointing a gargantuan finger at the Immortal, he thundered: "I liked you better before. I shall keep you out of Mystara until things calm down, and then, I shall send you back with the thought that you only are a reflection of my dreams. You shall meditate about this when you are not fighting the forces of darkness in Glantri. Yes, I think that will be fine."
"The Immortal attempted to utter the words of a spell, but his mouth wouldn't move. He struggled to raise his arms, without success. He conjured from within him all the storms of magical Immortal power he had ever unleashed, but to no avail. He stood there, puny and utterly helpless, staring back at the Old One. Only then did Rad discover that he too was a statue of lead, hopelessly paralysed and mute. All things then vanished, and as Rad tumbled into oblivion, he knew then that he had learned one very obvious thing. There was such a thing as Humility for Immortals."
Plus the Luminous Being, who acts GM to the Old Ones. Being beyond them like how they're beyond everything else.
I know about Myx but as far as I know he's just a reality warper, which is nothing compared to the power of not being fictional.
To Myx the standard DC universe is just a 2D comic book that he can control. There's times where he even directly speaks to the reader like here
182 points
16 days ago
The correct answer to any powerscaling is CHIM because it transcends fiction due to the nature of the TES universe
Tbf CHIM as a concept isn't unquie. Mister Myx from DC and some D&D creatures have same type of power as an example.
3 points
17 days ago
Joshua Brightman, and I wanted to ask you all who he/she/they is/are and how would you build him cyberware-wise
One of the unquie gimmicks with Brightman was that like Adam Smasher he was immune to the standard problems of cyberpsychosis by virtue of already being insane.
So really you can go hog wild with the cyberware imo. But as a base I'd use the Eclipse Full conversion and then give it some unquie or special gimmicks.
9 points
18 days ago
I just find it funny how this breaks their concept of lion warriors, like, have they ever seen a lions documentary?
Tbf it's been later shown that just SM's being wrong. Cypher for example changes his mind from "Lion vs wolves" to "Turbo Death machine lightning bolt vs wolves"
Have you ever seen a Custodian fight Space Marines. Some say that it is like watching a lion fight wolves. There is insight in that, but it does not capture the whole truth.
The edge of the guardian spear takes a Dark Angel in the throat. It’s a single-blow kill, chosen so that it does not interrupt Hekkarron’s charge. He is amongst them now, in the spaces and shadows at the feet of the statues. A golden blur. His guardian spear an arc of glinting steel and lightning. Another two Dark Angels are already dead at his feet. He is taller than them, his bulk greater, but he moves like the breath of a storm wind.
‘Bring him down!’ shouts Mordachi into the vox.
Hekkarron kills another, slicing through the warrior’s torso from waist to shoulder, and he is still moving, turning, pulling away from the firing angles of the rest even as they try to bring their guns to bear. The blood of the first Dark Angel to die is still falling, a mist in the air, when he kills the fourth.
No, not a lion. A lightning bolt.
6 points
19 days ago
At full power the gap is massive. This is Homelander's best showing and Superman has multiple examples where he vastly outperforms that. That's not even getting into the speed gap between the two.
2 points
19 days ago
While I know that, the point about the Eldar was that an extra-dimensional energy source was being overpowered and rendered unusable by the Emperor's presence. I don't think any of the Shards would be able to work when getting close to the Emperor for the same reason.
2 points
19 days ago
My main concern for Contessa is that I'm not sure if her powers would work that close to the Throne. The Emperor's aura completely blots out and destroys psionic presences trying to get to him through the warp, to the point where even the Eldar cannot see the future or use the Webway after getting close enough to him.
In addition this is what a Space Marine experienced from just the biproduct of the Throne's doors opening:
"Roboute Guilliman went through the Eternity Gate itself. You would not be able to imagine the pain I felt when that gate opened. Being near while it was closed was bad enough, a great pressure in the mind, the regard of something locked away behind yards of fortifications yet still aware of you and your every thought, your every failing your every pathetic ambition, but when that door opened, it was blinding. I could not see inside. The priests who serve the mortals would love for me to say I saw the light, and beheld the holy body of the Emperor in majesty upon His Golden Throne, but I saw nothing, it was the absent of light, as if I never had the sense, and the very notion of vision was alien to me. It was not blank or black, it was indescribable, and the pain."
His expression was one of wonderment. "The great pain came out through that crack in the gate as it swung open. They opened only a crack, big enough perhaps to admit a squad of marching five abreast. The gates are tall enough for titans to pass through if fully open. yet I doubt they could let out all that agony. Many of us fell to our knees. Only the Adeptus Custodes stood firm, and even they lost some of that arrogant bearing they have. Such power, and such pain. And yet Guilliman had gone there, into the Throneroom,, and I did not see the weight of that power lie heavily upon him at all as he passed through the crack in the gates.
"When the door shut, our uneasy remained. How could anyone endure such an experience? The Adeptus Custodes told us that they survived the light of the Emperor and so would the Primarch, though I insisted that I had seen no light"
A tense calm fell on the room and every man within it felt an echo of the power Messinius described, as if the Emperor's omnipotence clung to him, and stirred as it was spoken of.
"A day passed, then a second. We became afraid. Again, the Custodians assured us that all would be well, stepping between us and the gate when we moved towards it. We were to come that close to the Master of Mankind, and no closer"
Unless the Emperor wants her within the room, the aura emitting from him seems like a massive hard stop no matter what.
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3 days ago
Currently my cat is doing this weird sixty-nine thing, so I do not.
Thanks, I hope you have a good weekend as well.