Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
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That said?
That said?
Good luck with this.
Echoes of Creation (30k/Exalted)
- Thread starter Yzarc
- Start date
- Crossover
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- Arcadia
Hm, Magnus, at least, can potentially be indulged regarding his inevitable curiosity in this matter. It would be contingent upon weaning him so that his sympathies and allegiances weigh more heavily towards Fan Morgal and Lorgar than the Emperor, however.
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One of the things that is going to be hardest to deal with when it comes to Magnus is that he's an arrogant little shit. Magnus is the wizard primarch and primarchs are the best at what they do, at least as far as they know growing up. Remember when Lorgar said 'you are different father, you are not like them' after that caravan bowed to his glorious social skills? Magnus did not have that, he was a demigod raised by mortals. The most skilled psyker on a planet of psykers could perhaps match him in very specific aplications of his talent, but when it comes to general warp-craft he was the best and not by a small degree.
Lorgar, though a primarch is not going to be as good at sorcery and who knows what he will see True Faith. As for Fan, it really does depend on what kind of first impresion we make, we either tempt him and get an ally, or we repulse him and throw him even harder into the arms of the Dark Gods to show us up
Lorgar, though a primarch is not going to be as good at sorcery and who knows what he will see True Faith. As for Fan, it really does depend on what kind of first impresion we make, we either tempt him and get an ally, or we repulse him and throw him even harder into the arms of the Dark Gods to show us up
- Location
- Arcadia
Hm, the lynchpin may be the Thousand Sons themselves. After all, in Magnus' case, his love for his sons is what ultimately sealed his damnation. When the Emperor offered "redemption" to Magnus and a new Legion in the Grey Knights, he made it clear that the Thousand Sons could not follow Magnus back into the Imperium, that their mutations were too great and so on, that they must be destroyed. At that point, Magnus finally gave himself fully to Chaos, committing himself to the cause with no more hesitation.
The Flesh Change has not yet started for the Thousand Sons. However, if Fan Morgal and Lorgar could help with the matter when they finally meet Magnus and the Thousand Sons, it could be the key to everything in swaying Magnus to them.
The Flesh Change has not yet started for the Thousand Sons. However, if Fan Morgal and Lorgar could help with the matter when they finally meet Magnus and the Thousand Sons, it could be the key to everything in swaying Magnus to them.
That is true, but we are behind Chaos in that we have to find out it's happening, Chaos of course know it is happening because they caused it
- Location
- Arcadia
Well, yes, there is a hurdle, but it is not insurmountable.
Hm, Magnus does love new knowledge. It would be possible to tempt and entice him with such. The key would be maneuvering so that Magnus would see Lorgar and Fan Morgal as colleagues, peers in such matters of lore and the occult or at least close enough to such. It would be delicate but not impossible.
Besides, after dealing with Settra's pride, Magnus' ego is nothing in comparison.
Hm, Magnus does love new knowledge. It would be possible to tempt and entice him with such. The key would be maneuvering so that Magnus would see Lorgar and Fan Morgal as colleagues, peers in such matters of lore and the occult or at least close enough to such. It would be delicate but not impossible.
Besides, after dealing with Settra's pride, Magnus' ego is nothing in comparison.
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Can you give me the citation for this? My understanding was that Ahriman struggled for years trying to find a cure for the Flesh Change before the Imperium found Magnus, then Magnus cured it shortly after being made aware of it.
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- Arcadia
Magnus is the wizard Primarch. His sons are going to be the best pure psykers.
Lorgar is the cleric Primarch. His sons are going to be the best shaman and Faithful.
Sadly for Magnus, since the War in Heaven; being a wizard is a shit idea.
Lorgar is the cleric Primarch. His sons are going to be the best shaman and Faithful.
Sadly for Magnus, since the War in Heaven; being a wizard is a shit idea.
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Lorgar: I CAST FIST
An advantage of Wyld-Marines that just occurred to me, they will be echoes of Lorgar's gene-sons with their skills, drawn from the Imperial Heralds who are fighting out there in the galaxy right? Well if they draw their skills from the Heralds odds are they will do the same with common knowledge. This is a way to find out at least the basics of the Emperor and the Imperium before they show up. I mean sure we know a bit from Chaos Lorgar and Corax, but that did not cover what he is doing at the moment nor the details of things like the Imperial Cult.
If we survive this; we're going to need Lorgar to establish a chapter organisation.
We may want to make some of the space marines into Chaplains, Apothecaries, Techmarines, etc
It's likely to require a turn action point, but Fan can probably create, say, a Chaplain by giving people the Voice of Drahma merit, an Apothecary by fight them five dots in the Savant Genetor background, and Techmarines by giving them the Savant - Hespherstari rating.
We probably need one of them each per Company. Thirty uses of VEE shouldn't be too much of a burden on Fan's time over the course of a turn.
Talking of such things, we may want to investigate whether we can duplicate the effects of 'You Can be More', the solar charm that turns people into heroes, with Sorcery
It also seems like the kind of thing Lorgar might develop as. Mythos power.
Depending on how atemporal the Warp is feeling, I wonder what the effects will be of making them sorcerers with the prerequisites for Enlightened Essence?
Will it mean that there are Imperial Heralds who retroactively have those abilities, who Magnus has taught sorcery to, and have learned how to use sorcerous power to boost themselves.
Edit: I now realise that Magnus is only found by the Emperor in 840, so if the Imperial Heralds know sorcery they must have learned it from someone else.
We may want to make some of the space marines into Chaplains, Apothecaries, Techmarines, etc
It's likely to require a turn action point, but Fan can probably create, say, a Chaplain by giving people the Voice of Drahma merit, an Apothecary by fight them five dots in the Savant Genetor background, and Techmarines by giving them the Savant - Hespherstari rating.
We probably need one of them each per Company. Thirty uses of VEE shouldn't be too much of a burden on Fan's time over the course of a turn.
Talking of such things, we may want to investigate whether we can duplicate the effects of 'You Can be More', the solar charm that turns people into heroes, with Sorcery
It also seems like the kind of thing Lorgar might develop as. Mythos power.
Depending on how atemporal the Warp is feeling, I wonder what the effects will be of making them sorcerers with the prerequisites for Enlightened Essence?
Will it mean that there are Imperial Heralds who retroactively have those abilities, who Magnus has taught sorcery to, and have learned how to use sorcerous power to boost themselves.
Edit: I now realise that Magnus is only found by the Emperor in 840, so if the Imperial Heralds know sorcery they must have learned it from someone else.
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I don't think they do, per the GM post they will be getting Sorcery from Fan, Exalted Sorcery. Actually speaking of sorcery I wonder if we can use the undead daemons, especially undead Kairos to attempt to make sorcery overall safer for mortals. Obviously we are nowhere near Salinian Working levels of skill, but workings in general... work, there might be some way to turn on the spells even if in a limited manner.
Magnus canonically spent decades studying the Flesh Change before 'curing it', and he started in 840, so several years from now.
in the original timeline, the Thousand Sons only (re)joined the Great Crusade around a century after it began, around 900.M30, which seems to be shortly after Magnus thought he cured the Flesh Change.
Between them, Thalassa with the Lore of Flesh and Lorgar with his True Faith miracles seem like they might be able to help Magnus actually cure the curse.
It's a random thought, but I wonder if Fan could grant Magnus True Faith in Lorgar's philosophy.
Are there any undead daemons? Kairos suffered True Death, and I think the other daemons were just banished.
I do think that if we can find a bunch of Tzeentchian daemons then we should definitely have Lorgar try to redeem them with True Faith while Thalassa uses Malleable Spirit.
Having a bunch of ex-daemons to serve as sponsors for sorcerers does sound like a pretty nice idea.
As for the Hekatonkhire, I'd ideally like to try turning them into Phoenix spirits, if we can, embodiment of life coming from death, rather than Oblivion.
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Just a quick question, how many points was the Mana Storage merit?
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
5 points for 5 Essence, which is the minimum u need to qualify for Awakened Essence.
Thanks.
We'll have to hope that Lorgar can teach them his Code of Honour.
- Location
- Arcadia
If possible, Lorgar and Fan Morgal should later visit Prospero when they can. Tizca truly was a beautiful city. Perhaps they could befriend Ahriman and some other luminaries of the Thousand Sons in this era.
Turn 7: The First among equals
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
Colchis - 831.M30
The decision crystallized in your mind, the weight of the vortex's power settling over you like a mantle of responsibility. You turned your gaze away from Ankhaten, you knew that the immediate need for strength and the legacy of Lorgar's bloodline could not be ignored.
Raising your arms, you called upon the vortex, its energy responding to your will with an eager hum. The air around you crackled with raw power as you began to shape the spectral echoes, drawing upon the essence of the Imperial Heralds, the gene-sons of Lorgar. These warriors, patterned after Dharok, would carry his resilience, his unyielding spirit, and the divine protection that had guided him through countless battles.
The process was both exhilarating and exhausting. You focused intently, channeling the vortex's power with precision and care. Gradually, the spectral forms began to take shape, solidifying into towering figures clad in gleaming power armor. Each one was a testament to the legacy of Lorgar, their presence a manifestation of faith and steel.
One by one, the Space Marines materialized, their eyes burning with the same fervor that had driven their Primarch. They were formidable, their bodies built for war, yet there was an air of serenity about them, a reflection of the divine faith that had been imbued into their very essence.
As the last of the thousand warriors took form, you felt that these were not mere soldiers; they were embodiments of the Imperial Heralds, echoes of a proud lineage that had once stood as the Emperor's voice in the galaxy and echos of who they could be, a Proud chapter from the distant 40th Millennium. They were your creation, your army, and they would fight with zeal and dedication.
The newly forged Space Marines stood in perfect formation, their eyes fixed on you. You could see the resemblance to Dharok in each of them, their features mirroring his strength and determination. They were ready, eager to prove themselves in battle, to uphold the honor of their gene-father and their Primarch.
You addressed them, your voice steady and resolute. "Warriors of the Imperial Heralds, you are born of faith and forged in the fires of belief. You carry the legacy of my son and the strength of my nephew. Today, we face a great challenge, but will we be found wanting?."
A unified roar of affirmation rose from the ranks, their voices echoing through the vortex.
But as this occured, other things were going on as well. The sight of a thousand Space Marines, formed from the very essence of their shared bloodline, had a profound effect on both Lorgar and Dharok. The resonance of this moment reached deep into the souls of Lorgar and Dharok, awakening something within them that had lain dormant for far too long.
The creation of these warriors, so closely tied to his own essence, forced him to reevaluate his understanding of evil. He had always seen himself as a warrior fighting against the darkness, but now he realized that true strength lay in understanding the nature of that darkness. It was not enough to simply fight against evil; one had to comprehend its origins, its motivations, and its allure.
He saw in their eyes the same strength and determination that had driven him, but also a purity that he had long believed lost within himself. His understanding of evil began to evolve, no longer a simple dichotomy of good versus bad, but a complex tapestry of choices and consequences.
Lorgar on the other hand, felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins. The connection to these warriors, his gene-sons, was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was as if their collective faith and devotion were flowing directly into him, strengthening his resolve and deepening his understanding of his purpose. He could feel his body responding to this influx of power, his muscles expanding and his stature increasing. He stood taller, his presence more commanding, and his eyes glowed with a renewed fervor.
As Lorgar grew taller, his voice deepened, resonating with the authority of a true leader. "My sons," he began, addressing the thousand warriors before him. "You are the embodiment of our faith, the living testament to the power of belief and the strength of our convictions. Together, we shall face any challenge, overcome any obstacle, and bring light to the darkest corners of the galaxy."
The Space Marines responded with a unified roar, their determination palpable. This display of unity and strength further fueled Lorgar's transformation, his body continuing to grow and his aura becoming even more radiant. He was no longer just a young Primarch; he was a beacon of hope and a symbol of the divine power that flowed through him.
As one, the thousand then turned and looked at Lorgar, who stood before the thousand. The air was thick with anticipation as the newly forged warriors awaited his words. They were more than just soldiers; they were his gene-sons, the living embodiment of his vision and faith. As he looked upon them, Lorgar knew that this moment was pivotal.
Taking a deep breath, Lorgar stepped forward, his voice strong and resonant, carrying the weight of his convictions. "My sons, today we stand on the precipice of greatness. You are not merely warriors; you are the bearers of a legacy, the heirs to a faith that transcends time and space. Each one of you carries within you the essence of our belief, the indomitable spirit that binds us together."
He paused, allowing his words to sink in. The thousand Space Marines stood motionless, their eyes fixed on their Primarch, their hearts beating in unison. "We are the Imperial Heralds," Lorgar continued, his voice growing in intensity. "We are the living testament to the power of faith, the embodiment of the Humanity's will. Our purpose is not just to fight, but to inspire, to lead, and to bring hope to those who have none."
Lorgar's eyes shone with fervor as he spoke, his presence commanding and awe-inspiring. "The path before us is fraught with challenges, and our enemies are many. But we are not daunted. We are forged in the fires of belief, tempered by the trials we have faced. Each of you is a beacon of light in the darkness, a symbol of the strength that comes from unwavering faith."
He raised his hand, and the Space Marines straightened, feeling a surge of energy and determination. "Look around you, my brothers. See the faces of those who stand beside you. These are your comrades, your kin. Together, we form an unbreakable bond, a force that no enemy can withstand. Our unity is our greatest strength, our faith our most potent weapon."
As Lorgar spoke, he felt a powerful connection to his warriors, a deep resonance that seemed to amplify his words. "Remember this: our battles are not just fought with weapons and armor, but with the purity of our convictions. It is our belief in humanity, our devotion to the cause, that gives us the power to overcome any obstacle."
The Space Marines could feel something awakening within them, a profound sense of purpose and clarity. Lorgar's words were more than mere rhetoric; they were a call to arms, a rallying cry that stirred their very souls. "We fight not for glory, but for the salvation of mankind. We are the shield that protects the innocent, the sword that strikes down the wicked. In us, the light of Mankind shines brightest, and through faith, our will is made manifest."
Lorgar's voice softened, becoming almost reverent. "There will be times when doubt creeps into your hearts, when the shadows seem overwhelming. But in those moments, remember who you are. You are my gene-sons. Your faith is your shield, your courage your weapon. Together, we will face any challenge, overcome any foe."
He looked out over the assembled warriors, his heart swelling with pride and love. "We are more than just soldiers; we are a family, bound by faith and destiny. Let this bond be your strength, let your belief be your guide. As long as we stand together, there is nothing we cannot achieve."
The thousand Space Marines stood taller, their spirits lifted by Lorgar's words. They could feel the awakening within them, a newfound sense of purpose and power. They were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, their hearts filled with the fire of their Primarch's faith.
Lorgar raised his fist, and the Space Marines mirrored his gesture, their voices rising in a thunderous cheer. "Unyielding in Faith, Unstoppable in Battle!"
As their voices echoed across the battlefield, Lorgar felt a deep sense of satisfaction. His words had resonated with his warriors, igniting a flame that would burn brightly in the battles to come. Together, they would face the Shard of Winters and the Hekatonkhire, united in faith and purpose, ready to overcome any challenge that stood in their way.
So it was to no surprise that you were startled when Settra's interruption cut through the air like a knife. His voice was commanding and authoritative, demanding immediate attention. "What is the plan to fight the Shard of Winters?" he asks, his gaze piercing through the assembly.
You take a deep breath, steadying yourself before responding. "We need a coordinated strategy. The Shard of Winters is no ordinary foe, and we must be meticulous in our approach."
Settra's eyes gleam with determination. "I will take my army and charge the two Hekatonkhire. They are formidable, but my warriors and I will keep them occupied and deal the necessary blows. While we engage them, you will focus on the second goal."
Settra looks over his shoulder at his four champions, three of whom are visibly repairing themselves from previous battles. The fourth, Ankhaten, remains still, its condition unchanged. You notice this but push the thought aside for now. Settra's confidence in his army is unshakable.
He turns back to you, his expression resolute. "We will draw the Hekatonkhire away from the main battlefield, creating a window of opportunity for you and your forces. Use that time wisely."
GAIN:
Lorgar and Dharok gain Mythos 3.
You gain 1000 Space Marines with Awakened Essence and Exalted Sorcery.
CHOICE
[] Accept his Proposal
-Your circle and Space Marines go after the Terraforming machine while Settra takes on the two Hekatonkhire.
[] Reject the Proposal.
-[] Write in alt plan.
The decision crystallized in your mind, the weight of the vortex's power settling over you like a mantle of responsibility. You turned your gaze away from Ankhaten, you knew that the immediate need for strength and the legacy of Lorgar's bloodline could not be ignored.
Raising your arms, you called upon the vortex, its energy responding to your will with an eager hum. The air around you crackled with raw power as you began to shape the spectral echoes, drawing upon the essence of the Imperial Heralds, the gene-sons of Lorgar. These warriors, patterned after Dharok, would carry his resilience, his unyielding spirit, and the divine protection that had guided him through countless battles.
The process was both exhilarating and exhausting. You focused intently, channeling the vortex's power with precision and care. Gradually, the spectral forms began to take shape, solidifying into towering figures clad in gleaming power armor. Each one was a testament to the legacy of Lorgar, their presence a manifestation of faith and steel.
One by one, the Space Marines materialized, their eyes burning with the same fervor that had driven their Primarch. They were formidable, their bodies built for war, yet there was an air of serenity about them, a reflection of the divine faith that had been imbued into their very essence.
As the last of the thousand warriors took form, you felt that these were not mere soldiers; they were embodiments of the Imperial Heralds, echoes of a proud lineage that had once stood as the Emperor's voice in the galaxy and echos of who they could be, a Proud chapter from the distant 40th Millennium. They were your creation, your army, and they would fight with zeal and dedication.
The newly forged Space Marines stood in perfect formation, their eyes fixed on you. You could see the resemblance to Dharok in each of them, their features mirroring his strength and determination. They were ready, eager to prove themselves in battle, to uphold the honor of their gene-father and their Primarch.
You addressed them, your voice steady and resolute. "Warriors of the Imperial Heralds, you are born of faith and forged in the fires of belief. You carry the legacy of my son and the strength of my nephew. Today, we face a great challenge, but will we be found wanting?."
A unified roar of affirmation rose from the ranks, their voices echoing through the vortex.
But as this occured, other things were going on as well. The sight of a thousand Space Marines, formed from the very essence of their shared bloodline, had a profound effect on both Lorgar and Dharok. The resonance of this moment reached deep into the souls of Lorgar and Dharok, awakening something within them that had lain dormant for far too long.
The creation of these warriors, so closely tied to his own essence, forced him to reevaluate his understanding of evil. He had always seen himself as a warrior fighting against the darkness, but now he realized that true strength lay in understanding the nature of that darkness. It was not enough to simply fight against evil; one had to comprehend its origins, its motivations, and its allure.
He saw in their eyes the same strength and determination that had driven him, but also a purity that he had long believed lost within himself. His understanding of evil began to evolve, no longer a simple dichotomy of good versus bad, but a complex tapestry of choices and consequences.
Lorgar on the other hand, felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins. The connection to these warriors, his gene-sons, was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was as if their collective faith and devotion were flowing directly into him, strengthening his resolve and deepening his understanding of his purpose. He could feel his body responding to this influx of power, his muscles expanding and his stature increasing. He stood taller, his presence more commanding, and his eyes glowed with a renewed fervor.
As Lorgar grew taller, his voice deepened, resonating with the authority of a true leader. "My sons," he began, addressing the thousand warriors before him. "You are the embodiment of our faith, the living testament to the power of belief and the strength of our convictions. Together, we shall face any challenge, overcome any obstacle, and bring light to the darkest corners of the galaxy."
The Space Marines responded with a unified roar, their determination palpable. This display of unity and strength further fueled Lorgar's transformation, his body continuing to grow and his aura becoming even more radiant. He was no longer just a young Primarch; he was a beacon of hope and a symbol of the divine power that flowed through him.
As one, the thousand then turned and looked at Lorgar, who stood before the thousand. The air was thick with anticipation as the newly forged warriors awaited his words. They were more than just soldiers; they were his gene-sons, the living embodiment of his vision and faith. As he looked upon them, Lorgar knew that this moment was pivotal.
Taking a deep breath, Lorgar stepped forward, his voice strong and resonant, carrying the weight of his convictions. "My sons, today we stand on the precipice of greatness. You are not merely warriors; you are the bearers of a legacy, the heirs to a faith that transcends time and space. Each one of you carries within you the essence of our belief, the indomitable spirit that binds us together."
He paused, allowing his words to sink in. The thousand Space Marines stood motionless, their eyes fixed on their Primarch, their hearts beating in unison. "We are the Imperial Heralds," Lorgar continued, his voice growing in intensity. "We are the living testament to the power of faith, the embodiment of the Humanity's will. Our purpose is not just to fight, but to inspire, to lead, and to bring hope to those who have none."
Lorgar's eyes shone with fervor as he spoke, his presence commanding and awe-inspiring. "The path before us is fraught with challenges, and our enemies are many. But we are not daunted. We are forged in the fires of belief, tempered by the trials we have faced. Each of you is a beacon of light in the darkness, a symbol of the strength that comes from unwavering faith."
He raised his hand, and the Space Marines straightened, feeling a surge of energy and determination. "Look around you, my brothers. See the faces of those who stand beside you. These are your comrades, your kin. Together, we form an unbreakable bond, a force that no enemy can withstand. Our unity is our greatest strength, our faith our most potent weapon."
As Lorgar spoke, he felt a powerful connection to his warriors, a deep resonance that seemed to amplify his words. "Remember this: our battles are not just fought with weapons and armor, but with the purity of our convictions. It is our belief in humanity, our devotion to the cause, that gives us the power to overcome any obstacle."
The Space Marines could feel something awakening within them, a profound sense of purpose and clarity. Lorgar's words were more than mere rhetoric; they were a call to arms, a rallying cry that stirred their very souls. "We fight not for glory, but for the salvation of mankind. We are the shield that protects the innocent, the sword that strikes down the wicked. In us, the light of Mankind shines brightest, and through faith, our will is made manifest."
Lorgar's voice softened, becoming almost reverent. "There will be times when doubt creeps into your hearts, when the shadows seem overwhelming. But in those moments, remember who you are. You are my gene-sons. Your faith is your shield, your courage your weapon. Together, we will face any challenge, overcome any foe."
He looked out over the assembled warriors, his heart swelling with pride and love. "We are more than just soldiers; we are a family, bound by faith and destiny. Let this bond be your strength, let your belief be your guide. As long as we stand together, there is nothing we cannot achieve."
The thousand Space Marines stood taller, their spirits lifted by Lorgar's words. They could feel the awakening within them, a newfound sense of purpose and power. They were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, their hearts filled with the fire of their Primarch's faith.
Lorgar raised his fist, and the Space Marines mirrored his gesture, their voices rising in a thunderous cheer. "Unyielding in Faith, Unstoppable in Battle!"
As their voices echoed across the battlefield, Lorgar felt a deep sense of satisfaction. His words had resonated with his warriors, igniting a flame that would burn brightly in the battles to come. Together, they would face the Shard of Winters and the Hekatonkhire, united in faith and purpose, ready to overcome any challenge that stood in their way.
So it was to no surprise that you were startled when Settra's interruption cut through the air like a knife. His voice was commanding and authoritative, demanding immediate attention. "What is the plan to fight the Shard of Winters?" he asks, his gaze piercing through the assembly.
You take a deep breath, steadying yourself before responding. "We need a coordinated strategy. The Shard of Winters is no ordinary foe, and we must be meticulous in our approach."
Settra's eyes gleam with determination. "I will take my army and charge the two Hekatonkhire. They are formidable, but my warriors and I will keep them occupied and deal the necessary blows. While we engage them, you will focus on the second goal."
Settra looks over his shoulder at his four champions, three of whom are visibly repairing themselves from previous battles. The fourth, Ankhaten, remains still, its condition unchanged. You notice this but push the thought aside for now. Settra's confidence in his army is unshakable.
He turns back to you, his expression resolute. "We will draw the Hekatonkhire away from the main battlefield, creating a window of opportunity for you and your forces. Use that time wisely."
GAIN:
Lorgar and Dharok gain Mythos 3.
You gain 1000 Space Marines with Awakened Essence and Exalted Sorcery.
CHOICE
[] Accept his Proposal
-Your circle and Space Marines go after the Terraforming machine while Settra takes on the two Hekatonkhire.
[] Reject the Proposal.
-[] Write in alt plan.
I wonder if Settra would accept this plan;
[] Reject the Proposal.
-[] You will accompany Settra, not because we doubt his strength, but we wish to do to the Shard what he did to others, to steal their strength and turn it against him. We plan that when he has beaten the Hekatonkhire we will strike them down and imprison them in your anima, so that Thalassa and Lorgar can then try to invert their nature to be spirits of Rebirth rather than Oblivion once the terraforming has been done and before Lorgar tries to resurrect the WorldSoul. Victory requires more than just battle here, to truly defeat the Shard of Winter we must truly save the world.
[] Reject the Proposal.
-[] You will accompany Settra, not because we doubt his strength, but we wish to do to the Shard what he did to others, to steal their strength and turn it against him. We plan that when he has beaten the Hekatonkhire we will strike them down and imprison them in your anima, so that Thalassa and Lorgar can then try to invert their nature to be spirits of Rebirth rather than Oblivion once the terraforming has been done and before Lorgar tries to resurrect the WorldSoul. Victory requires more than just battle here, to truly defeat the Shard of Winter we must truly save the world.
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Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
He did not. But he can now more freely define what evil is, so he can get it back fairly easy as the Mask's thralls now count.
Fan is hard locked to go with Thalassa as only he can dream it up once Thalassa designs it.
A bit complicated but you will see.