Echoes of Creation (30k/Exalted)

Colchis - 831.M30

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In the depths of the Mechanicus enclave, you, Lorgar, and the Archmagos embarked on a profound journey to redefine the Rite of Cleansing. This pivotal ritual was designed to purify places or objects tainted by the Warp, safeguarding their sanctity within the enclave's hallowed halls.

Drawing deeply from your well of knowledge in Prayer-Eating and the unwavering faith of the Mechanicus, you emphasized the crucial aspect of synchronization. Aligning the prayers and beliefs of the Tech-priests with the ritual's intricate actions, you set forth to cleanse the object of its malevolent influence. The first step entailed the meticulous placement of prayer seals, each one infused with the fervent devotion of the Mechanicus. These seals acted as a bulwark against further warp corruption, their placement a solemn act symbolized by the purifying might of fire from a lit torch or smoldering oils.

Following this, a wrench, representing purity and cleansing, was dipped into either pure water or snow. This sacred act symbolized the eradication of warp-taint, each sprinkle a testament to the meticulous care required to prevent its spread. Through these actions, you could sense the principles of Prayer-Eating guiding your every move, ensuring that the prayers of the Tech-priests flowed harmoniously through the correct channels. The ritual was infused with a potent energy, the unwavering faith of the Mechanicus driving back the insidious taint of the Warp with each seal and sprinkle.

Upon completing the Rite of Cleansing, you stepped back, a sense of profound accomplishment washing over you. The purified object stood before you, a testament to your dedication and the sanctity of the ritual. The Archmagos nodded in approval, acknowledging the significance of your achievement. Through this ritual, you had not only cleansed an object but also bestowed upon the Mechanicus the power and potential of purification.

Embarking on the development of the Rite of Maintenance, the three of you delved into a sacred ritual essential for the upkeep and restoration of damaged machines. This revered practice, steeped in tradition, demanded the use of sanctified oils and cleansing tools, underlining its pivotal role in the Mechanicus' sacred rites.

As you delved deeper into the intricacies of the ritual, its significance transcended mere mechanics. It became a sacred pact, a reverential act to honor the machine spirits and secure their ongoing cooperation. The initial step of the Rite of Maintenance involved the meticulous application of sanctified oils, each drop symbolizing the purifying and rejuvenating touch upon the machine's spirit. The precision and devotion with which this task was executed underscored the reverence the Tech-priests held for their craft.

Subsequently, the use of cleansing tools became imperative to rid the machine of any impurities or debris. This meticulous process, demanding patience and meticulousness, aimed to restore the machine to its peak performance. Even the smallest particle of dirt could disrupt the delicate equilibrium of the machine spirit, highlighting the meticulous care required.

As you conducted the ritual, a profound sense of connection with the machine spirits enveloped you. Each prayer uttered was a heartfelt plea, seeking guidance and blessing from these ancient entities. The ritual became a communion, a dialogue between man and machine, bridging the gap between the physical and the spiritual.

Upon the ritual's completion, a moment of awe ensued as you beheld the machine, now restored to its former glory. The Archmagos, acknowledging the significance of your achievement, nodded in approval. With the successful execution of the Rite of Maintenance, you had not only repaired a machine but also reaffirmed the sacred bond between the Mechanicus and the machine spirits, ensuring their continued harmony and cooperation.

Then, there was the final ritual. One that would bolster the defenses of the machine spirits against the insidious influence of the Warp. This was the Rite of Warding, a sacred practice steeped in tradition and imbued with the power of faith.

The ritual began with the intricate inscription of sacred texts onto the machine, each stroke a ward against the corrupting touch of the Warp. As you carefully etched the symbols, you felt a surge of energy, a connection to something ancient and powerful. The precision required was immense, for the efficacy of the ward depended on the accuracy of the inscriptions.

Once the texts were inscribed, a prayer was recited, its words a shield against the Warp's malevolent forces. The duration of the prayer determined the level of protection desired, with each minute of recitation reinforcing the ward's strength. As you spoke the prayer, you felt the presence of the machine spirits, their essence intertwining with your own in a symbiotic dance of protection and purity.

With the completion of the Rite of Warding, a sense of security descended upon the enclave. The machines stood as bastions of purity, their spirits shielded from the Warp's corrupting influence. The machines were no longer mere tools; they were sanctuaries of the Omnissiah, impervious to the taint of chaos.

As you, Lorgar, and the Archmagos continued your work, the topic of granting wishes to the Archmagos's students arose. This was a rare opportunity, one that could greatly benefit the chosen individuals and further solidify the bond between your tribe and the Adeptus Mechanicus. You turned to the Archmagos, ready to discuss the matter.

"Archmagos," you began, "we have been considering which of your students should be granted wishes. It is a significant decision, and we want to ensure that those chosen will use the knowledge wisely."

The Archmagos nodded, his mechanical voice resonating with a sense of anticipation.

"Verily, the granting of knowledge is a matter of great import. It demands meticulous cogitation and a profound cognizance of the cogitator's desires and cogitations," he intoned.

"What do you think, Son? Who among the Archmagos's students do you believe is deserving of this honor?" You asked, seeking his input.

Lorgar paused, deep in thought.

"I believe that those who have shown dedication to their studies and a genuine desire to advance the knowledge of the Mechanicus should be considered. However, I also believe that we should look beyond mere academic achievement. The chosen individuals should possess a deep understanding of the faith of the Mechanicus and a willingness to serve the Omnissiah."

The Archmagos listened intently, his glowing eyes fixed on Lorgar.

"Your insight is keen, Scion. Those selected must exemplify the ideals of the Mechanicus and show unwavering dedication to its precepts," the Archmagos commended. As the discussion continued, you and Lorgar debated the merits of various students, weighing their accomplishments and character traits. However, before a decision could be reached, the Archmagos interjected, surprising you both.

"I must relay that, due to our recent advancements and the significant progress in our rituals, there has been a near conflict among my students, each vying for the esteemed privilege of volunteering for this opportunity," the Archmagos revealed, his voice carrying the weight of the momentous occasion.

You were taken aback by this revelation. The idea that the Archmagos's students were so eager to volunteer for the honor of receiving wishes spoke volumes about the impact of your work. It was a testament to the success of your collaboration and the profound changes you had brought about in the enclave.

After a moment of silence, you turned to Lorgar, a sense of pride swelling within you. "It seems that our efforts have not gone unnoticed, Son. The enthusiasm of the Archmagos's students is a clear sign that we are on the right path," you remarked, acknowledging the significance of the moment.

Lorgar nodded, a smile of satisfaction on his face, mirroring your sentiments. As this was happening, seven of the Archmagos's students walked in and stood before you, a screen filled with data was presented to you.

"Behold," proclaimed the Archmagos, his voice echoing through the ancient halls, "the fourteen specializations of the Mechanicus, each indispensable to our pursuit of knowledge and mastery."

He began, his words resonating through the ancient halls, "The Explorator, whose duty is to venture into the uncharted, uncovering new technologies and the hidden truths of the galaxy."

"The Genetor," he continued, "master of life's fundamental elements, shaping the essence of living beings and unlocking the enigma of evolution."

"The Alchemys," his voice reverberated, "manipulator of matter and energy, probing the universe's secrets and harnessing its energies."

"The Metallurgicus," he declared, "craftsman of metals and alloys, forging the tools of advancement and the instruments of conflict."

"The Logis," he said, "guardian of numbers and patterns, interpreting the cosmos's language and unraveling its enigmas."

"The Dominus," he announced, "controller of machines and automatons, directing their functions and ensuring their allegiance."

"The Myrmidex," he proclaimed, "warrior-scholar, defender of our knowledge and enforcer of our directives."

"The Provender," he stated, "custodian of life's abundance, securing our nourishment and growth."

"The Hespherstari," he declared, "artificer of armor and armament, protector of our flesh and resolve."

"The Vulpaxis," he continued, "custodian of the departed, guiding spirits to their next realm and preserving their legacy."

"The Lictanex," he said, "master of commerce and diplomacy, forging alliances and securing our prosperity."

"The Cordantor," he proclaimed, "philosopher and sage, illuminating our intellects and spirits on the journey to enlightenment."

"The Malagra," he intoned, "judge and executor, dispenser of justice and upholder of the law."

"The Lachrimallus," he concluded, "supervisor of toil and servitude, ensuring the wheels of advancement never cease."

As the echoes of his words subsided, the Archmagos turned to you, his gaze penetrating. "Now," he said, "select up to seven students from my disciples. They shall be privileged to volunteer to receive the knowledge."

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CHOICE:
You can choose up to 7 followers, they will serve you for a year and a day before their term is up. Keep in mind that to gain their loyalty, you need to provide them with a high tech workshop within the year. So pick as few (one) or as many (Seven) as you want. Each have only one Profession.

OR

Choose 1 Heroic Magos who becomes a Circle Member. He will always be loyal unless you royally screw up. He can have up to two Professions.

(Circle Member: 1 or Followers: up to 7)

[] Circle Member (2 Professions)

or

[] Followers (up to 7)

-[] Hespherstari

-[] Provender

-[] Explorator

-[] Genetor

-[] Logis

-[] Vulpaxis

-[] Metallurgicus

-[] Dominus

-[] Cordantor

-[] Mhalagra

-[] Alchemys

-[] Myrmidex

-[] Lachrimallus

– Lictanex are disallowed as, if the Archmagos is going to loose a student, he wants new knowledge in return.