The pod had crashed into the ground only minutes ago, drawing a fiery streak through the sky before coming to a stop in a mess of metal parts and scorched Earth, but it is largely intact. The woman draws near, uncaring of the heat of the pod, working carefully to open it up, nimble fingers drawing upon her powers of the Materium, speaking to the pods' simple AI systems. She had felt something was about to happen, seen the visions, felt the disturbance in the Veil when the pod entered realspace hours ago on a collision course with this world. She wonders whether fate or her own decisions had brought her to Tenus, convinced that the Way has led her to this moment.
The pod opens up, revealing a human baby. Skin rosy, crying, innocent. The woman can feel the residual psychic energy emanating from his tiny body when she picks him up, draws him to her chest, holds him close until he ceases wailing, knows he is not a naturally born human and can feel the mark of the Four on his soul. Forbidden knowledge from an impossible realm brought into reality, thinning the Veil further. Part of her feels an odd sensation brewing inside her, hunger for the small one's soul, but before she can think about it more clearly, a familiar pull draws her back. A vision comes over her as she holds him, she sees men in powered armor warring, bringing victories in the name of the Anathema, building an Empire, a great Imperium of Man. The vision is vague, her connection brittle, she is not whole. Maybe if she were, she could see more, but she isn't. She is but a fragment of her former self and as such she can only see one thing for certain. The Anathemas wolves set loose upon the poor boy in her arms because…(Vote for one)
[]He will destroy a terrible weapon.
[]He will prevent a terrible tragedy.
[]He will save someone he will care about.
As quickly as it had come, the vision is gone and she returns to the crash site. There is nothing she can do for him. Her visions always come to pass, but everyone dies sooner or later. What matters are the choices one makes along the Way, the people one influences, whose lives one touches. He still has a role to play in the events to come, the second son of twenty sons, still has a life to live untouched by her visions.
She is already part of this, cannot back out now. The woman makes her way back, holds the infant in front of her, examines him, body and soul, knows she does not feel right when touching the brightly shining bundle of warp energies that is his soul. Her touch is sharp and painful despite her effort not to, causing him to wake up and begin crying again. He is still young and malleable, drawing out the potential of his physical form is no problem for her. He will need it. She will assist him, prepare him for the role the Anathema had planned for him. His potential for being…(Vote for one)
[]An unbeatable warrior
[]A legendary strategist
[]A peerless mind
[]An indomitable psyker
She smiles at him and moves him close to her chest again, soothing the little man of great power as she goes on her way to her current home on this planet. Tenus is…(Vote for one)
[]A world of hostile flora and fauna,
[]A world of extreme weather,
[]A world with toxic air and soil
It's people…(Vote for one)
[]Feudal realms of a medieval technology level
[]Have recently rediscovered the steam engine and begun to industrialize
[]Have just re-cracked the atom
She hums a song long forgotten by this humanity, making her way back past the walls into the city, the guards not being able to or not wanting to see her. The woman can make sure she can pass through the gates when she wants, prefers her privacy. As she makes her way home, she muses her mind for what to call him. (Vote for one)
[]Darius
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