Takinga deep breathe you weigh the benefits of each brand in your mind, All of them are useful otherwise this offer would not be simple. Opening your eyes you settle your sight on the feather brand "I will choose the Pavoni Magnus Sensei" you state with clam determination.
The Crimson King nods in acceptance of your decision before taking one of said brands and dipping it into the forge. Instead of embers flying up this time the forge crackles with violent surges of electricity.
<Knowledge has a price Shirou> Magnus states <wisdom never comes free, nor does power and knowledge is power.> The Crimson King now takes out the Brand that is shaped like a feather, instead of glowing a yellow and red it shines an eldritch blue as electricity crackles from it. Before your eyes the brand is turned into a sleek spear that looks to be made of caged lighting.
Roll(1d100): 89 Total:89
Magnus steps forward places it against your bare chest. You hiss and grit your teeth your bronze skin is burned by the lightning that surges through you. <Be strong> The Crimson King commands before he pushes the tip of the spear slowly into you chest. The pain the revelations are unbearable. You let loose a howl of pure agony as Magnus does not relent.
Roll(1d100): 93 Total:93
It is only by a momentous force of will that you prevent your body from thrashin as the Crimson Kin finishes pushing what was once the brand into your very being. It takes an even greater feat of will to remain standing this earns an approving chuckle from Magnus <Not even Dorne can criticise your resilience Shirou.>
You are not listening to him as finally the agony you are in drives you to your knees and you pant heavily as you you feel your mind comprehends the immense pain that you are in. Finally the pain gets too you and your mind cannot take it anymore as your are consumed by a black void.
Gained Trait: Brand of the Pavoni, All Biomancy Skills increase by ten ranks and may be re-rolled if unsuccessful when invoked
You open your eyes but you d not recognise where you are, In front of you are high cliffs, behind you you hear the ocean ad waves crashing violently against the shore.
That is when you feel it a presence great and immeasurable, you didn't notice it at first as you had never not been accustomed to the Power the MAgnus Exuded. You know no fear, that is how you are able turn and look at what is standing off in the distance to your side. Coming towards you is a figure wrapped in a plain brown cloak. The kind a traveller of old would wear. It looks worn and use yet despite the figure's unassuming appearance.
The figure as it approaches you looms over your foorm more so than an adult does, it despite it not being as tall it somehow dwarfs Magnus in presence. Through the hood you catch the glimpse of a face, or faces, it seems as if you are looking at every possible expression a human can make and yet none off them.
Eyes that burn like fire regard you cooly as you are rooted to the spot, finally the stranger speaks? "You are not Magnus." You are almost entranced he stands before you and looks so faceless yet you feel as if every thing that a human can amount to stands before you. As if you stand before the pinacle of humanity in all it's terrifying glory.
"Speak Daemonhost, yet not Daemonhost" the man if it can even be cnsidered a man commands "which evil was it that destroyed your name and soul."
You are unable to refuse the words though you know not where they come from escape your lips "All that is Evil in This World, A monument of humans Sins, Angra Mainyu"
"You are of Old Eatrh" the being before you states "yet you are also not of Old Earth, there is as poison that lurks within your faux soul, but you also posses an artefact of great power, yet I am not discerning it's name, speak up and reveal it to me."
"It is Avalon, the Sheathe of Excalibur, The Ever Distant Utopia that dwells within me" Again you know not how these words come from your mouth.
You could almost imagine a thoughtful expression coming across the man's face for a moment "The Ever Distant Utopia" he comments in an almost nostalgic tone. "A mystery of humanity crystallised, the dream of the Once and Future King, the Pendragon, The Boy King, Merlin's Brat, the product of a man coveting his rival's wife, I remember this." He speaks as if he was there or heard of it "I was not in Britain at that time, my work had me elsewhere" The man speaks before forcing you to look him dead in the eyes "tell me nameless child do you know who I am"
No you do not, but you do, somehow you have always known, or maybe you know because Magnus knows, who is he.
[] He is the Creator of the Primarch's
[] He is Magnus's Father
[] He is the Master of Mankind
[] He is the Emperor
[] He is the Revelation
[] He is known to the Warp as the Anathema
