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Turn 1: The Light of Faith
New
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
Colchis - 830.M30
The Tribe had gathered at the Oasis, united under the scorching sun, their faces turned towards the center where the elders sat. Before the meeting, Lorgar had approached you with determination, his eyes ablaze with purpose. Reluctantly, you had agreed to let him take this test alone, understanding what the moment meant to him.
"The time has come," you declared, your voice carrying across the assembly, "for us to embrace a new path, one that leads to a future where the desert is not our foe, but our ally."
As you spoke, the sun beat down, casting harsh shadows and highlighting the determination in the eyes of your tribespeople.
"We stand on the brink of greatness," you continued, your gaze sweeping over the crowd. "I have discovered a power that will change our existence in this harsh land."
Lorgar nodded in agreement, preparing the tribe for your proposal.
"This power will not rid us of our need for water, but it will make our survival in the desert much easier," he explained.
As he detailed the abilities they would gain, a sense of awe filled the air. Some were hesitant, wary of the unknown. Others saw it as a blessing, a chance to flourish where they had merely survived.
"I'm not certain about this," one voice rose above the murmurs, expressing the concerns of many. "What if this power alters us in ways we cannot foresee?"
Yet another countered, "Consider what this could mean for us! We could flourish in the desert, not just endure."
The debate surged, voices clashing in a symphony of opinions. Some warned of the dangers of such a power, while others envisioned a brighter future.
A young warrior stepped forward, his voice unwavering. "I say we seize this opportunity," he proclaimed, his eyes shining with resolve. "We have always faced the desert with bravery. Let us face this new challenge with the same courage."
Amidst the ongoing discourse, a new voice emerged, one filled with doubts and fears yet unspoken. It was Elder Garaq.
"We must weigh the consequences of this power," Garaq began, his tone somber. "What if this ability sets us apart from other tribes? What if we are viewed as anomalies or threats? We risk not only our safety but the cohesion of our tribe."
His words resonated with many, sparking murmurs of agreement. The notion of being perceived as different, as outsiders, struck fear into their hearts.
But amidst the rising debate, a voice emerged, cutting through the tumult like a blade. It was Svenja, a young mother, her tone resolute.
"We cannot be ruled by fear," she proclaimed, her words ringing clear. "This power could be our salvation, a means to thrive in the desert where others merely survive. We must look to the future, to the generations yet to come."
Svenja's words ignited a fiery debate, with some echoing her sentiments while others clung to their doubts. Emotions ran high as the tribe grappled with the weight of their decision.
"We mustn't overlook the dangers," one cautioned, their voice laced with worry. "What if this power alters us irreversibly? What if it leads us down a path from which there is no return?"
Yet Svenja stood firm, her belief unshakeable.
"We've faced countless trials," she declared, her gaze unwavering. "And we've triumphed together. This power is no different. It's a tool, a gift that can safeguard our way of life."
"We can't predict the consequences," another countered, echoing the fears of many. "It could change us in ways we can't fathom. We must tread carefully before making such a monumental choice."
But others saw beyond the risks, focusing instead on the unity and strength it could bring. They argued that this power could bind the tribe, fortifying their identity and resilience in the face of adversity.
"We are a tribe, a family," one fervent supporter proclaimed. "This gift could unite us like never before, forging a bond stronger than steel. It could give us purpose and solidarity, uniting us in ways we've never dreamed."
"We must weigh the risks, yes," another interjected, seeking common ground. "But we can't ignore the potential rewards. This power could be our salvation, and we mustn't let fear cloud our judgment."
As the debate raged on, another faction emerged, led by the elders and traditionalists. They voiced concerns over the potential loss of their heritage and way of life.
Elder Siobhan, a keeper of the tribe's lore, spoke first.
"Our traditions define us," she intoned, her voice resonant with history. "Embracing this power could sever our ties to our ancestors and the wisdom they've imparted."
Many nodded in agreement, their faces etched with worry at the thought of abandoning their customs. But there were those, like Raheem, who saw it differently.
"Our traditions are vital, but they shouldn't hinder progress," he countered, his voice steady. "Cultural evolution is natural. We must adapt to survive, and this power could be our salvation in the unforgiving desert."
Raheem's words ignited a fierce debate, casting the tribe into a tempest of conflicting emotions and opinions. Some saw his perspective as a beacon of hope, a path to a brighter future, while others viewed it as a betrayal of their heritage and values.
"We cannot forsake our ancestors' wisdom," an elder proclaimed, his voice laden with reverence and heat. "Our traditions are the bedrock of our identity. To abandon them would be to abandon ourselves."
But Raheem stood firm, his gaze unwavering. "Our traditions should guide us, not bind us," he countered. "We must evolve, adapt to the challenges of our harsh land. This power could be the key to our survival, a tool to strengthen our tribe."
As the debate raged on, another fear surfaced among the tribe: the fear of the unknown. Many voiced concerns about the potential consequences of accepting such a gift, fearing it could bring unforeseen dangers.
Meanwhile, a group led by Elder Garaq expressed a different apprehension. They saw the power as a possible witchery, a deceitful ploy by malevolent spirits.
"We must tread carefully," Garaq cautioned, his words echoing with ancient wisdom. "This power may lead us astray, into the clutches of darkness. We cannot be lured by false promises."
You stepped forward, your voice a clarion call in the heated debate. "This is not witchery," you asserted, your words carrying the weight of conviction. "It is a chance, a chance to forge a new path, to secure our future."
Despite your earnest plea, the elders remained unconvinced, their minds clouded by fear and mistrust. It was then that Lorgar, the Rain Caller, once again stepped into the fray.
His voice resonated with power and authority as he addressed the tribe, his words a soothing balm to their troubled souls. He spoke of unity, of strength in diversity, of a future where the tribe flourished.
"I have touched the land," Lorgar declared, his eyes shining with inner light. "I have felt its power, its purity. This is not witchery, nor deceit. It is a gift from the land itself, a gift we must embrace."
His words struck a chord, resonating with the tribe's collective heart. Slowly, hesitantly, they began to see the power not as a threat, but as a promise. A promise of a future where the tribe thrived, united in purpose and spirit.
"I understand your fears," Lorgar began, his tone commanding attention. "But we must not let fear dictate our future. This power is a gift from the land, a chance for us to shape our destiny."
Despite his impassioned plea, skepticism lingered among the elders. They remained steadfast, wary of the potential risks.
Undeterred, Lorgar stepped forward, his presence commanding respect.
"Esteemed Elders, listen to me," he began, his voice resonating with authority. "This power is not a deception. It is a tool, a tool that can help us transcend our limitations and secure a better future."
He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. "I have seen what this power can do. I have felt its strength, its purity. It is not a curse, but a blessing, one that we must embrace."
Lorgar's words sparked murmurs of uncertainty among the tribe.
"We face many challenges in the desert – thirst, enemies, hardships. But with this power, we can overcome them. We can thrive, not just survive." Lorgar pressed on, his voice unwavering in the face of criticism.
Turning to the elders, Lorgar's eyes shone with determination. "I ask you, give us a chance to prove the worth of this power. Let us show you its potential, its ability to safeguard our tribe and our way of life. I promise you, we will not fail."
The elders exchanged hesitant glances, their expressions conflicted. After a moment of deliberation, Garaq, the eldest among them, stepped forward.
"We will grant you your chance," he declared, his voice grave but resolute. "But know this, if this power proves to be a danger to our tribe, there will be consequences."
Lorgar nodded solemnly, accepting the challenge before turning back to the tribe.
"Brothers and sisters," he addressed them, his voice filled with hope and determination. "We stand at a crossroads. We can choose to embrace this power, to forge a new path for ourselves. Or we can choose to remain shackled by fear and uncertainty. The choice is ours, but know this, together, we can overcome any obstacle, conquer any challenge. Together, we are strong."
He gestured around them, indicating the desert expanse. "Look at our surroundings. The desert is unforgiving, relentless. Our traditional practices have sustained us, but they may not be enough to ensure our survival in this harsh environment. We must be open to new ideas, new possibilities, if we are to thrive."
Lorgar paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. "The power being offered is not so different from the spiritual practices we already accept. It is a tool, a means to connect with the spirits and the land. Just as our ancestors called upon the spirits for guidance and protection, so too can we harness this power to ensure our survival."
He pointed to the oasis, a symbol of life and sustenance in the desert. "Imagine what we could achieve with this power. We could restore the oasis to its former glory, ensuring a stable water supply for generations to come. We could protect our tribe from threats both within and without, ensuring our continued prosperity."
Lorgar's words were met with murmurs of agreement and uncertainty. He knew that convincing the tribe would not be easy, but he believed in the power of his words and the potential of this new path. He stood tall, his eyes alight with determination, ready to lead his people into a new era of prosperity and growth.
"Bold words, but they do little to show the face of this power." Garaq points out.
Lorgar, undeterred, stepped forward, his gaze unwavering.
"I understand your concerns," he began, his tone measured yet resolute. "But I assure you, the power I offer comes not from any dark or malevolent source, but from the very essence of the desert itself."
He gestured to the world around them, the endless expanse of sand and sky. "The desert is a place of harsh beauty, where life and death dance in an eternal cycle. It is a place of purity, of simplicity, where the truth of existence is laid bare."
"Our ancestors understood this," he continued, his voice tinged with reverence. "They revered the desert, respected its power, and learned to harness its strength. This power I offer is an extension of that ancient wisdom, a continuation of the bond between our people and the land."
The elders listened intently, their expressions softening slightly, but still wary. "But how can we be sure?" one elder asked, his voice tinged with doubt. "How can we know that this power will not bring harm to our tribe?"
Lorgar's response was unwavering.
"We can never be certain of what the future holds," he admitted. "But we must have faith in ourselves, in our ability to discern right from wrong, good from evil. This power is a gift, a tool that we can use to shape our destiny, to protect our people, and to ensure that the desert remains our home for generations to come."
He turned to the tribe, his eyes alight with conviction. "I ask you to trust in me, in us, to use this power wisely and with reverence. Together, we can overcome any challenge, defy any foe, and carve out a future worthy of our ancestors' legacy."
A hush fell over the crowd as Lorgar closed his eyes and touched the soil of the Oasis, his brow furrowed in concentration. A soft breeze stirred, carrying the scent of flowers and fresh water. The ground beneath his hands began to glow faintly, a soft, golden light that spread outwards, encompassing the entire oasis.
The air shimmered with power as Lorgar's connection to the land deepened. He could feel the pulse of life beneath his fingers, the ancient fading power of the Spirits. With a deep breath, he called upon his power, channeling it through himself and into the oasis, strengthening the fading power of the spirits and adding his own to it.
The light grew brighter, more intense, until it seemed to fill the very air around them. The tribe watched in awe as the oasis transformed before their eyes, the water shimmering with a newfound clarity, the plants growing greener and more vibrant.
And then, with a final surge of power, the transformation was complete. Lorgar stood, his body bathed in a radiant light, his eyes shining with an inner fire. The tribe fell to their knees, overcome with reverence, as they realized the true nature of Lorgar.
Lorgar was no mere man; he was a beacon of light in the darkness, a protector of the tribe and the land. His act of holiness had not only protected the oasis from evil but had also revealed his true nature to all who witnessed it.
"My brothers and sisters," Lorgar began, his voice strong and resonant, carrying across the assembled tribe. "Today, we have witnessed a miracle. But let us not be blinded by the light, for it will not be my power alone that will save us. It will be our unity, our strength as a tribe, that will bring us through this trial and the next."
He paused, allowing his words to sink in before continuing. "We must remember our past, honor our traditions, but we must also look to the future. We cannot live in fear of the unknown, of change. We must embrace it, for it is only through change that we can grow, that we can thrive."
"Our ancestors faced challenges just as we do now. They overcame them through unity, through strength of purpose. We must follow in their footsteps, forging ahead into the unknown, together as one tribe."
"We must remember that we are not alone in this world. There are other tribes, other peoples, who face their own struggles. We must reach out to them, build bridges, not walls. For it is only through cooperation, through understanding, that we can truly prosper."
"And so, my brothers and sisters, let us look to the future with hope in our hearts, with unity in our actions. Let us remember our past, honor our traditions, but let us not be bound by them.
As Lorgar's words echoed across the oasis, a sense of unity and purpose washed over the tribe. They stood in awe of Lorgar, his presence commanding respect and admiration. The air crackled with energy as Lorgar's voice carried the weight of their collective hopes and dreams.
"Let us forge ahead into a new dawn," Lorgar proclaimed, his voice ringing out like a clarion call, "together, as one tribe, one people, united in purpose and in spirit."
His words ignited a fire within the hearts of the tribe, filling them with a renewed sense of determination. They raised their voices in a thunderous roar, their cheers reverberating through the desert. The oasis seemed to glow with a newfound radiance, mirroring the hope and resolve of its inhabitants.
As Lorgar finished his speech, the tribe erupted into cheers and applause, their souls ablaze with the fervor of his words. They knew that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges, but with Lorgar at their helm, they felt invincible.
GAIN:
The Blessed Oasis
In the heart of the desert, where the sun beats down mercilessly and the sands stretch endlessly, lies an oasis of life and tranquility. This oasis, known to the desert tribes as a place of respite and rejuvenation, is said to be protected from evil by the blessing of Lorgar, the Holy one.
According to legend, when Lorgar first discovered the oasis, it was a near barren and desolate place, devoid of life and hope. But with a touch of his hand and a whispered prayer, Lorgar brought forth water from the depths of the earth, causing lush greenery to bloom and life to flourish in the midst of the desert.
The tribes believe that Lorgar's blessing imbued the oasis with a protective barrier against evil forces. Any who seek to harm the oasis or its inhabitants are said to be thwarted by unseen forces, their malevolent intentions turned back upon themselves.
One story tells of a band of raiders who sought to plunder the oasis, believing it to be an easy target. But as they approached, a fierce sandstorm whipped up out of nowhere, driving them back and leaving them lost and disoriented in the desert.
Another tale speaks of a fel sorcerer who sought to curse the oasis, jealous of its beauty and bounty. But as he spoke the words of his curse, his voice faltered and died, his powers rendered impotent by the protective barrier surrounding the oasis.
To this day, the oasis remains a sanctuary of peace and life in the midst of the harsh desert, its waters a symbol of hope and healing for all who dwell in the desert tribes. And though Lorgar himself has long since passed into legend, his blessing continues to protect the oasis and all who call it home.
LORGAR:
Lorgar nearly failed the "It is not Chaos" roll. But then Lorgar rolled 94 on the Channel Faith roll. Needless to say, he gained an aspect and overcame the last argument against taking the option.
I will be updating Lorgar's Character sheet to show his new Aspect.
CHOICE:
You can sorcerously bind the Grox but that will limit them to a handful of people. This will be a major bottleneck to make use of the Grox.
One option is to call in Lorgar's debt to make it so that he has to work with Raheem to create binding rituals for the Grox and succeed in his hunt. Once that is done, all the Rain callers, once free of their debts, can be thought Binding rituals for the Grox. This also saves your very limited magical reagents.
[] Call in Lorgar's debt and have him and Raheem create Binding rituals.
–You will not participate in this as this is meant to help Lorgar Grow as a Sorceror. This also expands the maximum herd size but it will not grant them TDC mutation if they drink from the oasis.
[] Do not call in the debt.
–You bind the Grox as normal. They get TDC mutation but herd size is limited until you breed more and is bottlenecked by you and Lorgar. You can create binding rituals later but it uses up valuable and limited magic reagents.
The Tribe had gathered at the Oasis, united under the scorching sun, their faces turned towards the center where the elders sat. Before the meeting, Lorgar had approached you with determination, his eyes ablaze with purpose. Reluctantly, you had agreed to let him take this test alone, understanding what the moment meant to him.
"The time has come," you declared, your voice carrying across the assembly, "for us to embrace a new path, one that leads to a future where the desert is not our foe, but our ally."
As you spoke, the sun beat down, casting harsh shadows and highlighting the determination in the eyes of your tribespeople.
"We stand on the brink of greatness," you continued, your gaze sweeping over the crowd. "I have discovered a power that will change our existence in this harsh land."
Lorgar nodded in agreement, preparing the tribe for your proposal.
"This power will not rid us of our need for water, but it will make our survival in the desert much easier," he explained.
As he detailed the abilities they would gain, a sense of awe filled the air. Some were hesitant, wary of the unknown. Others saw it as a blessing, a chance to flourish where they had merely survived.
"I'm not certain about this," one voice rose above the murmurs, expressing the concerns of many. "What if this power alters us in ways we cannot foresee?"
Yet another countered, "Consider what this could mean for us! We could flourish in the desert, not just endure."
The debate surged, voices clashing in a symphony of opinions. Some warned of the dangers of such a power, while others envisioned a brighter future.
A young warrior stepped forward, his voice unwavering. "I say we seize this opportunity," he proclaimed, his eyes shining with resolve. "We have always faced the desert with bravery. Let us face this new challenge with the same courage."
Amidst the ongoing discourse, a new voice emerged, one filled with doubts and fears yet unspoken. It was Elder Garaq.
"We must weigh the consequences of this power," Garaq began, his tone somber. "What if this ability sets us apart from other tribes? What if we are viewed as anomalies or threats? We risk not only our safety but the cohesion of our tribe."
His words resonated with many, sparking murmurs of agreement. The notion of being perceived as different, as outsiders, struck fear into their hearts.
But amidst the rising debate, a voice emerged, cutting through the tumult like a blade. It was Svenja, a young mother, her tone resolute.
"We cannot be ruled by fear," she proclaimed, her words ringing clear. "This power could be our salvation, a means to thrive in the desert where others merely survive. We must look to the future, to the generations yet to come."
Svenja's words ignited a fiery debate, with some echoing her sentiments while others clung to their doubts. Emotions ran high as the tribe grappled with the weight of their decision.
"We mustn't overlook the dangers," one cautioned, their voice laced with worry. "What if this power alters us irreversibly? What if it leads us down a path from which there is no return?"
Yet Svenja stood firm, her belief unshakeable.
"We've faced countless trials," she declared, her gaze unwavering. "And we've triumphed together. This power is no different. It's a tool, a gift that can safeguard our way of life."
"We can't predict the consequences," another countered, echoing the fears of many. "It could change us in ways we can't fathom. We must tread carefully before making such a monumental choice."
But others saw beyond the risks, focusing instead on the unity and strength it could bring. They argued that this power could bind the tribe, fortifying their identity and resilience in the face of adversity.
"We are a tribe, a family," one fervent supporter proclaimed. "This gift could unite us like never before, forging a bond stronger than steel. It could give us purpose and solidarity, uniting us in ways we've never dreamed."
"We must weigh the risks, yes," another interjected, seeking common ground. "But we can't ignore the potential rewards. This power could be our salvation, and we mustn't let fear cloud our judgment."
As the debate raged on, another faction emerged, led by the elders and traditionalists. They voiced concerns over the potential loss of their heritage and way of life.
Elder Siobhan, a keeper of the tribe's lore, spoke first.
"Our traditions define us," she intoned, her voice resonant with history. "Embracing this power could sever our ties to our ancestors and the wisdom they've imparted."
Many nodded in agreement, their faces etched with worry at the thought of abandoning their customs. But there were those, like Raheem, who saw it differently.
"Our traditions are vital, but they shouldn't hinder progress," he countered, his voice steady. "Cultural evolution is natural. We must adapt to survive, and this power could be our salvation in the unforgiving desert."
Raheem's words ignited a fierce debate, casting the tribe into a tempest of conflicting emotions and opinions. Some saw his perspective as a beacon of hope, a path to a brighter future, while others viewed it as a betrayal of their heritage and values.
"We cannot forsake our ancestors' wisdom," an elder proclaimed, his voice laden with reverence and heat. "Our traditions are the bedrock of our identity. To abandon them would be to abandon ourselves."
But Raheem stood firm, his gaze unwavering. "Our traditions should guide us, not bind us," he countered. "We must evolve, adapt to the challenges of our harsh land. This power could be the key to our survival, a tool to strengthen our tribe."
As the debate raged on, another fear surfaced among the tribe: the fear of the unknown. Many voiced concerns about the potential consequences of accepting such a gift, fearing it could bring unforeseen dangers.
Meanwhile, a group led by Elder Garaq expressed a different apprehension. They saw the power as a possible witchery, a deceitful ploy by malevolent spirits.
"We must tread carefully," Garaq cautioned, his words echoing with ancient wisdom. "This power may lead us astray, into the clutches of darkness. We cannot be lured by false promises."
You stepped forward, your voice a clarion call in the heated debate. "This is not witchery," you asserted, your words carrying the weight of conviction. "It is a chance, a chance to forge a new path, to secure our future."
Despite your earnest plea, the elders remained unconvinced, their minds clouded by fear and mistrust. It was then that Lorgar, the Rain Caller, once again stepped into the fray.
His voice resonated with power and authority as he addressed the tribe, his words a soothing balm to their troubled souls. He spoke of unity, of strength in diversity, of a future where the tribe flourished.
"I have touched the land," Lorgar declared, his eyes shining with inner light. "I have felt its power, its purity. This is not witchery, nor deceit. It is a gift from the land itself, a gift we must embrace."
His words struck a chord, resonating with the tribe's collective heart. Slowly, hesitantly, they began to see the power not as a threat, but as a promise. A promise of a future where the tribe thrived, united in purpose and spirit.
"I understand your fears," Lorgar began, his tone commanding attention. "But we must not let fear dictate our future. This power is a gift from the land, a chance for us to shape our destiny."
Despite his impassioned plea, skepticism lingered among the elders. They remained steadfast, wary of the potential risks.
Undeterred, Lorgar stepped forward, his presence commanding respect.
"Esteemed Elders, listen to me," he began, his voice resonating with authority. "This power is not a deception. It is a tool, a tool that can help us transcend our limitations and secure a better future."
He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. "I have seen what this power can do. I have felt its strength, its purity. It is not a curse, but a blessing, one that we must embrace."
Lorgar's words sparked murmurs of uncertainty among the tribe.
"We face many challenges in the desert – thirst, enemies, hardships. But with this power, we can overcome them. We can thrive, not just survive." Lorgar pressed on, his voice unwavering in the face of criticism.
Turning to the elders, Lorgar's eyes shone with determination. "I ask you, give us a chance to prove the worth of this power. Let us show you its potential, its ability to safeguard our tribe and our way of life. I promise you, we will not fail."
The elders exchanged hesitant glances, their expressions conflicted. After a moment of deliberation, Garaq, the eldest among them, stepped forward.
"We will grant you your chance," he declared, his voice grave but resolute. "But know this, if this power proves to be a danger to our tribe, there will be consequences."
Lorgar nodded solemnly, accepting the challenge before turning back to the tribe.
"Brothers and sisters," he addressed them, his voice filled with hope and determination. "We stand at a crossroads. We can choose to embrace this power, to forge a new path for ourselves. Or we can choose to remain shackled by fear and uncertainty. The choice is ours, but know this, together, we can overcome any obstacle, conquer any challenge. Together, we are strong."
He gestured around them, indicating the desert expanse. "Look at our surroundings. The desert is unforgiving, relentless. Our traditional practices have sustained us, but they may not be enough to ensure our survival in this harsh environment. We must be open to new ideas, new possibilities, if we are to thrive."
Lorgar paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. "The power being offered is not so different from the spiritual practices we already accept. It is a tool, a means to connect with the spirits and the land. Just as our ancestors called upon the spirits for guidance and protection, so too can we harness this power to ensure our survival."
He pointed to the oasis, a symbol of life and sustenance in the desert. "Imagine what we could achieve with this power. We could restore the oasis to its former glory, ensuring a stable water supply for generations to come. We could protect our tribe from threats both within and without, ensuring our continued prosperity."
Lorgar's words were met with murmurs of agreement and uncertainty. He knew that convincing the tribe would not be easy, but he believed in the power of his words and the potential of this new path. He stood tall, his eyes alight with determination, ready to lead his people into a new era of prosperity and growth.
"Bold words, but they do little to show the face of this power." Garaq points out.
Lorgar, undeterred, stepped forward, his gaze unwavering.
"I understand your concerns," he began, his tone measured yet resolute. "But I assure you, the power I offer comes not from any dark or malevolent source, but from the very essence of the desert itself."
He gestured to the world around them, the endless expanse of sand and sky. "The desert is a place of harsh beauty, where life and death dance in an eternal cycle. It is a place of purity, of simplicity, where the truth of existence is laid bare."
"Our ancestors understood this," he continued, his voice tinged with reverence. "They revered the desert, respected its power, and learned to harness its strength. This power I offer is an extension of that ancient wisdom, a continuation of the bond between our people and the land."
The elders listened intently, their expressions softening slightly, but still wary. "But how can we be sure?" one elder asked, his voice tinged with doubt. "How can we know that this power will not bring harm to our tribe?"
Lorgar's response was unwavering.
"We can never be certain of what the future holds," he admitted. "But we must have faith in ourselves, in our ability to discern right from wrong, good from evil. This power is a gift, a tool that we can use to shape our destiny, to protect our people, and to ensure that the desert remains our home for generations to come."
He turned to the tribe, his eyes alight with conviction. "I ask you to trust in me, in us, to use this power wisely and with reverence. Together, we can overcome any challenge, defy any foe, and carve out a future worthy of our ancestors' legacy."
A hush fell over the crowd as Lorgar closed his eyes and touched the soil of the Oasis, his brow furrowed in concentration. A soft breeze stirred, carrying the scent of flowers and fresh water. The ground beneath his hands began to glow faintly, a soft, golden light that spread outwards, encompassing the entire oasis.
The air shimmered with power as Lorgar's connection to the land deepened. He could feel the pulse of life beneath his fingers, the ancient fading power of the Spirits. With a deep breath, he called upon his power, channeling it through himself and into the oasis, strengthening the fading power of the spirits and adding his own to it.
The light grew brighter, more intense, until it seemed to fill the very air around them. The tribe watched in awe as the oasis transformed before their eyes, the water shimmering with a newfound clarity, the plants growing greener and more vibrant.
And then, with a final surge of power, the transformation was complete. Lorgar stood, his body bathed in a radiant light, his eyes shining with an inner fire. The tribe fell to their knees, overcome with reverence, as they realized the true nature of Lorgar.
Lorgar was no mere man; he was a beacon of light in the darkness, a protector of the tribe and the land. His act of holiness had not only protected the oasis from evil but had also revealed his true nature to all who witnessed it.
"My brothers and sisters," Lorgar began, his voice strong and resonant, carrying across the assembled tribe. "Today, we have witnessed a miracle. But let us not be blinded by the light, for it will not be my power alone that will save us. It will be our unity, our strength as a tribe, that will bring us through this trial and the next."
He paused, allowing his words to sink in before continuing. "We must remember our past, honor our traditions, but we must also look to the future. We cannot live in fear of the unknown, of change. We must embrace it, for it is only through change that we can grow, that we can thrive."
"Our ancestors faced challenges just as we do now. They overcame them through unity, through strength of purpose. We must follow in their footsteps, forging ahead into the unknown, together as one tribe."
"We must remember that we are not alone in this world. There are other tribes, other peoples, who face their own struggles. We must reach out to them, build bridges, not walls. For it is only through cooperation, through understanding, that we can truly prosper."
"And so, my brothers and sisters, let us look to the future with hope in our hearts, with unity in our actions. Let us remember our past, honor our traditions, but let us not be bound by them.
As Lorgar's words echoed across the oasis, a sense of unity and purpose washed over the tribe. They stood in awe of Lorgar, his presence commanding respect and admiration. The air crackled with energy as Lorgar's voice carried the weight of their collective hopes and dreams.
"Let us forge ahead into a new dawn," Lorgar proclaimed, his voice ringing out like a clarion call, "together, as one tribe, one people, united in purpose and in spirit."
His words ignited a fire within the hearts of the tribe, filling them with a renewed sense of determination. They raised their voices in a thunderous roar, their cheers reverberating through the desert. The oasis seemed to glow with a newfound radiance, mirroring the hope and resolve of its inhabitants.
As Lorgar finished his speech, the tribe erupted into cheers and applause, their souls ablaze with the fervor of his words. They knew that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges, but with Lorgar at their helm, they felt invincible.
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The Blessed Oasis
In the heart of the desert, where the sun beats down mercilessly and the sands stretch endlessly, lies an oasis of life and tranquility. This oasis, known to the desert tribes as a place of respite and rejuvenation, is said to be protected from evil by the blessing of Lorgar, the Holy one.
According to legend, when Lorgar first discovered the oasis, it was a near barren and desolate place, devoid of life and hope. But with a touch of his hand and a whispered prayer, Lorgar brought forth water from the depths of the earth, causing lush greenery to bloom and life to flourish in the midst of the desert.
The tribes believe that Lorgar's blessing imbued the oasis with a protective barrier against evil forces. Any who seek to harm the oasis or its inhabitants are said to be thwarted by unseen forces, their malevolent intentions turned back upon themselves.
One story tells of a band of raiders who sought to plunder the oasis, believing it to be an easy target. But as they approached, a fierce sandstorm whipped up out of nowhere, driving them back and leaving them lost and disoriented in the desert.
Another tale speaks of a fel sorcerer who sought to curse the oasis, jealous of its beauty and bounty. But as he spoke the words of his curse, his voice faltered and died, his powers rendered impotent by the protective barrier surrounding the oasis.
To this day, the oasis remains a sanctuary of peace and life in the midst of the harsh desert, its waters a symbol of hope and healing for all who dwell in the desert tribes. And though Lorgar himself has long since passed into legend, his blessing continues to protect the oasis and all who call it home.
LORGAR:
Lorgar nearly failed the "It is not Chaos" roll. But then Lorgar rolled 94 on the Channel Faith roll. Needless to say, he gained an aspect and overcame the last argument against taking the option.
CHOICE:
You can sorcerously bind the Grox but that will limit them to a handful of people. This will be a major bottleneck to make use of the Grox.
One option is to call in Lorgar's debt to make it so that he has to work with Raheem to create binding rituals for the Grox and succeed in his hunt. Once that is done, all the Rain callers, once free of their debts, can be thought Binding rituals for the Grox. This also saves your very limited magical reagents.
[] Call in Lorgar's debt and have him and Raheem create Binding rituals.
–You will not participate in this as this is meant to help Lorgar Grow as a Sorceror. This also expands the maximum herd size but it will not grant them TDC mutation if they drink from the oasis.
[] Do not call in the debt.
–You bind the Grox as normal. They get TDC mutation but herd size is limited until you breed more and is bottlenecked by you and Lorgar. You can create binding rituals later but it uses up valuable and limited magic reagents.
[X] Do not call in the debt.
i think getting them TDC is more important longterm. We may want to transplant herds to other worlds,once we go into space,and upgrading them from,very good in a desert, to, amazing in a desert, seems very useful. I stilll dont know where we can source magic materials from, but this seems like a good way to use them.
i think getting them TDC is more important longterm. We may want to transplant herds to other worlds,once we go into space,and upgrading them from,very good in a desert, to, amazing in a desert, seems very useful. I stilll dont know where we can source magic materials from, but this seems like a good way to use them.
[X] Call in Lorgar's debt and have him and Raheem create Binding rituals.
On the one hand I do not think we need heat immune lizard cows that much and on the other the faster we churn though Lorgar's debts the better. After all once he is done we can give him another one.
On the one hand I do not think we need heat immune lizard cows that much and on the other the faster we churn though Lorgar's debts the better. After all once he is done we can give him another one.
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
Here are what Grox are, for those who do not know.
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Grox
The Grox is a large, fast and aggressive reptilian animal originating from the Solomon System. When that star system was absorbed into the Imperium, it was discovered the animal possessed many useful traits, such as the ability to survive in almost any planetary environment and the omnivorous...
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i understand where you come from, but:
1. these are useful warbeasts in the imperium,and can be used by non-astartes. that means we can mass produce them and have a lot more effectiveness with a lot less human casualties.
2. We are getting opportunities to expel lorgars debts one after another. I suspect we will be able to find something for him to do this or next turn.
3. Narratevily it feels weird. These last few chapters were very formulaic. It reminds me of old legends,in a bad way.
-There is a problem
-Hero has a solution, background characters argue
-Hero gets people to listen to him in a speach
-Hero goes on a quest to do his solution
edit: i am getting emotional here, sorry
its the same. is this the tale of lorgar and his great works? or is this the story of our guy,figuring out his new existence,lorgar,figuring out who he wants to be,and our people,figuring out what it means to live in a time of massive change and opportunity?
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[X] Call in Lorgar's debt and have him and Raheem create Binding rituals.
Lorgar that was supremely golrious : a quote from a very VERY proud dad
Lorgar that was supremely golrious : a quote from a very VERY proud dad
[X] Do not call in the debt.
I'd rather have fewer but more powerful Grox that are given to elite warriors while also saving a favor from Logar then using up a favor that we may need in the future.
I'd rather have fewer but more powerful Grox that are given to elite warriors while also saving a favor from Logar then using up a favor that we may need in the future.
[X] Do not call in the debt.
[X] Do not call in the debt.
Less useful than they would be in 40K since the tech level isn't as bad and the more we help that tech level grow beyond the baseline the less useful foe war the chonky lizards will be.
It is a large carnivorous herd-beast. Desert immune or no it has no place in a reasonable modern military unless you lack the factories to build vehicles with air-conditioning or the fuel to put in them.
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[X] Do not call in the debt.
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
This is only possible if it makes sense in story. So it will not be spamable as you need certain conditions, that I posted previously for it to happen.
I get where you are coming from and right now, it is a bit of a set up as Lorgar's growing up and doing what all Primarches do. So he is currently ascertaining his own authority and "Acting out" as teens do. Except he is a Primarch and his pushing his boundaries.
As for the arguments part, due to the tribal structure, you are temporarily stuck with it until you or Lorgar crown yourselves King, at which point advisors stay advisors.
The Power dynamics in the tribe are that Chieftains lead but the Elders get a say, especially in important decisions and recently, you have been proposing radical and life changing decisions one after another.
To put things in perspective.
1. You proposed to tame Grox and Ambulls, both of which are dangerous creatures.
2. Train people in Sorcery, something that is Extremely dangerous.
3. Proposed a magic solution to their water problem, in a setting where Magic is viewed as very dangerous.
This is after you openly glowed with nuclear green light. The tribe would have reached a breaking point if Lorgar had not spoken up and if the tribesmen were not given a voice.
Though after this, the faith of the tribe in you and Lorgar has been maxed so I do not expect any more of this.
That said, I do appreciate you pointing this out and I will try and avoid this more often.
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Even by the current standards they are not weak.
Not as terrifying as they would be in 40k, but this is not the age of technology either. The best weapons we will have access to are of course better, but logistics are important.
Manufactories will have to be rebuilt,supplied,manned by trained experts. We are going to want to massively expand in the conquests. And casualties in that time were massive. So having powerful infantrie that can survive in very harsh deserts,that can hide from tracking, that can be mass produced with food alone?That we can sacrifice without trouble?
It wont be a gamechanger, but i am sure it would help.
edit: so,apparently we wont get to unload a debt every turn. this makes me more conflicted. Buffing lorgar more could get large dividents,especially if we help him safely study the warp to make some sort of "sacred" warp discipline( which is something i believe he will definitely do now that he is a psyker)
i know i dont want to completely focus on lorgar, but he is our most useful ally,regardless of what i think.
Still,having a permanently buffed,cheap, sacrificial infantry in the future feels sligthly more useful.
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The Great Crusade lasted for literally centuries, if large reptiles are still a reasonable auxiliary mount for Space Marines for a significant portion of that time we have gone wrong somewhere in my opinion.
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If they are useful for 20 years.
which,since agriworlds can produce them and the mechanicus is just starting out right now, feels like the minimum.
Then they will tank some of the casualties of 20 years of crusading. Not significant on a galactic scale. But for our own part? Useful.
If we disregard things because they wont be useful in hundreds of years then all we do,except teach lorger and study archeotech, can be disregarded.
yes,at some point,they will become completely useless( hopefully).
That does not mean they are not worth investing in.
edit:Also, im not talking about astartes. we are training base humans in using them. If only astartes used them,i would fully agree with you. its about scale.
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Wasn't it stated that we would be getting different strains of agrochemicals over time. Who knows how powerful a grox will be after centuries of selective breeding. I don't think the Grox will ever be useless I mean didn't Leman have his wolves.
Are those lives saved likely to make an impact though? The IoM even in 40K rarely has manpower troubles, force projection powers sure, bureaucratic problems of course, ship buildings problems, but very few Imperial commanders have ever woken up in the morning and said 'oh no I ran out of Guardsmen!' Now of course one could make the argument on a moral level, but on the scale of people dying in the course of the Crusade our auxiliaries are going to be a rounding error's rounding error. Personally I think somewhat faster growth from Lorgar is likely to have a larger impact in the long run.
Ambuls fit that role for us, Grox by contract are common meat animals in 40K, it is a bigger meaner horse that bites as far as military applications go .
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[X] Call in Lorgar's debt and have him and Raheem create Binding rituals.
i think that disregarding our soldiers as acceptable sacrifice to power up lorgar a little faster goes against what i would like to change in this timeline, but we have different goals,so discussing this further is pointless.
if both our gosls can be achieved by the same choice,great. if they cant we will just vote.
if both our gosls can be achieved by the same choice,great. if they cant we will just vote.