Flight
- Location
- In the oldest city on the oldest land
The smell of ozone and boiling flesh fills the air as you look upon the five charred corpses before you, their eyes pouring out of their sockets. You flee, small bolts of psychic energy still sparking off your body. Why are you so Bright, the pure luminescence emanating from your body? no it is coming from somewhere deeper, the soul. The light from you soul covers your vision almost wholly, basking it in colors that are as indescribable as they are glorious.
You dash from street to street, the alleys of the downtown were once known to you but now as the worst headache of your life pounds away at your sanity, they are a maze and you are the rat. The shouts of the Arbites officers resound from behind you, glancing back you see their black garb, men of the Psykana.
Why is it that you are fleeing?
Service in the grace of the emperor is glory, the Skolastika facilities you attended taught you what to do if you were to awaken: Turn yourself in, join the great halls of the Doctrina and wait for the black ships to come take you towards the emperors light.
Still you flee, terrifying visions haunt you, your soul subsumed into a great golden light, snuffed out in seconds to fuel a great beacon of light in a sea of eternal darkness. nonoNO THAT WILL NOT BE YOU.
You turn a corner, hoping against hope that the black garbed officers will not follow you. Something answers, you feel the great brightness that is now your soul roar and bend, fate warping as the men ignore your obvious tracks and take another path.
By the time you reach the deepest depths of the undercity your headache has lessened slightly although the great brightness refuses to recede, keeping you half blind.
You sit in some great hulk of a building, abandoned when not being used as some gangs hangout. Lacking true safety but out of immediate danger you start to truly breathe and think of your situation.
You are Sheev, proud citizen of Hecate IV and you've just committed high treason. You went against all logic and good sense, betraying your friends, family and the emperor himself by refusing to immediately turn yourself in to the Doctrina, the grand academy where all of Hecate's psykers receive the education they need before they can be transported onto holy Terra for their proper induction into the many adepta which require the services of psykers.
You denied yourself glory, accolades and the purity that comes in service to his Holyness. You denied yourself all that on a mere vision, perhaps you could go back, claim that you panicked?
As you consider simply walking out of the great husk you sit in, the visions come back, the feeling of your soul being sundered into a million pieces to be fed into a sea of other screaming souls causes you to puke slightly.
No you will not go back, you will escape. Even if you do not know how.
The first steps of your freedom begin now. Choose what to do:
You have 3 actions to pick for the next week of your life
[]Scavenge food: The few thrones in your pocket wont last more than a few days and gainful employment is impossible. Try to find anything you can eat.
On success: Be fed for the week
On Failure: Gain Poor Health I, Be fed for the week
[]Calm your soul: Meditating upon your circumstances seemed to help a little, perhaps that is the key.
On success: Gain Rudimentary Control Presence I
[]Sculpt? your face: There will be posters with your face on them in no time. You feel like you could make your flesh malleable so you could try making it look different. It wont look good.
On success: Gain Disguised face I
On failure: Gain The Anonymity of a Mutant I
[]Study the vision: Whenever you think about turning yourself in, a horrid and visceral vision clouds your mind. Try to study the vision, perhaps it will teach more?
On success: Gain Rudimentary Divination I
On Failure: Gain Dissonant Sights I
[]Control your powers: right now the power you wield feels out of control, like a grox being barely caged. Try to gain control of it.
On success: Gain Rudimentary Control Power I
On Failure: Psychic Phenomena
[]Listen to the whispers: Far, farther than possible come whispers. They tell of terrible secrets and worse promises. Listen to them.
On success: Gain ???
On Failure: Gain Dissonant Whispers I
Please vote in plans
An(That was probably the fastest i've written)
You dash from street to street, the alleys of the downtown were once known to you but now as the worst headache of your life pounds away at your sanity, they are a maze and you are the rat. The shouts of the Arbites officers resound from behind you, glancing back you see their black garb, men of the Psykana.
Why is it that you are fleeing?
Service in the grace of the emperor is glory, the Skolastika facilities you attended taught you what to do if you were to awaken: Turn yourself in, join the great halls of the Doctrina and wait for the black ships to come take you towards the emperors light.
Still you flee, terrifying visions haunt you, your soul subsumed into a great golden light, snuffed out in seconds to fuel a great beacon of light in a sea of eternal darkness. nonoNO THAT WILL NOT BE YOU.
You turn a corner, hoping against hope that the black garbed officers will not follow you. Something answers, you feel the great brightness that is now your soul roar and bend, fate warping as the men ignore your obvious tracks and take another path.
By the time you reach the deepest depths of the undercity your headache has lessened slightly although the great brightness refuses to recede, keeping you half blind.
You sit in some great hulk of a building, abandoned when not being used as some gangs hangout. Lacking true safety but out of immediate danger you start to truly breathe and think of your situation.
You are Sheev, proud citizen of Hecate IV and you've just committed high treason. You went against all logic and good sense, betraying your friends, family and the emperor himself by refusing to immediately turn yourself in to the Doctrina, the grand academy where all of Hecate's psykers receive the education they need before they can be transported onto holy Terra for their proper induction into the many adepta which require the services of psykers.
You denied yourself glory, accolades and the purity that comes in service to his Holyness. You denied yourself all that on a mere vision, perhaps you could go back, claim that you panicked?
As you consider simply walking out of the great husk you sit in, the visions come back, the feeling of your soul being sundered into a million pieces to be fed into a sea of other screaming souls causes you to puke slightly.
No you will not go back, you will escape. Even if you do not know how.
The first steps of your freedom begin now. Choose what to do:
You have 3 actions to pick for the next week of your life
[]Scavenge food: The few thrones in your pocket wont last more than a few days and gainful employment is impossible. Try to find anything you can eat.
On success: Be fed for the week
On Failure: Gain Poor Health I, Be fed for the week
[]Calm your soul: Meditating upon your circumstances seemed to help a little, perhaps that is the key.
On success: Gain Rudimentary Control Presence I
[]Sculpt? your face: There will be posters with your face on them in no time. You feel like you could make your flesh malleable so you could try making it look different. It wont look good.
On success: Gain Disguised face I
On failure: Gain The Anonymity of a Mutant I
[]Study the vision: Whenever you think about turning yourself in, a horrid and visceral vision clouds your mind. Try to study the vision, perhaps it will teach more?
On success: Gain Rudimentary Divination I
On Failure: Gain Dissonant Sights I
[]Control your powers: right now the power you wield feels out of control, like a grox being barely caged. Try to gain control of it.
On success: Gain Rudimentary Control Power I
On Failure: Psychic Phenomena
[]Listen to the whispers: Far, farther than possible come whispers. They tell of terrible secrets and worse promises. Listen to them.
On success: Gain ???
On Failure: Gain Dissonant Whispers I
Please vote in plans
An(That was probably the fastest i've written)
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