Echoes of Creation (30k/Exalted)
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We are a Mars-equivalent-tech society, they are pets, maybe they can add a bit to a combat roll here and there. Same with the Grox only even more so which is why I did not want to spend the AP on them.
write in action idea
[] so it's bee 6 months since you resurrected the world soul and everyone that didn't fall to chaos or became undead . . . while you have been busy with setting up a working government and claiming the people those said people have memories of the distant past of lost cultures and heritages from the aftermath of fall of the federation, the societies that rose and fell during the age of strife, the tribes and civilizations, the nomads, the wayfarers, etc.; you have to record said history, their stories, before they are lost to time again, you know how good Lorgar is at convincing others in following his beliefs and the vast influence the mechanicum has with awakened machine spirits, its best you start working on keeping Colchis' past and beliefs from being wiped out (even if by accident, people may forget as they learn of the new world they came back to)
[] so it's bee 6 months since you resurrected the world soul and everyone that didn't fall to chaos or became undead . . . while you have been busy with setting up a working government and claiming the people those said people have memories of the distant past of lost cultures and heritages from the aftermath of fall of the federation, the societies that rose and fell during the age of strife, the tribes and civilizations, the nomads, the wayfarers, etc.; you have to record said history, their stories, before they are lost to time again, you know how good Lorgar is at convincing others in following his beliefs and the vast influence the mechanicum has with awakened machine spirits, its best you start working on keeping Colchis' past and beliefs from being wiped out (even if by accident, people may forget as they learn of the new world they came back to)
Random additional thought, Thalassa's design philosophy and mythos was based around modular components that were plug and play. That's why we were previously told that, IIrC, Fan could get cortex implants, because they were essentially removable equipment, even if they wouldn't function while he was in Shintai form.
We may want to give Fan, Dharok and our supermarines cortex implants after granting them Past Lives 5 in future.
For a general, which Dharok is likely to be, super-intelligence is a big deal
I'd have liked to grant them mutations/merits to make them much harder to kill, but that may prove to be impossible.
Basically, they'll live on nature reserves.
Our Grok may have some value for export to more marginal planets, but post-terraforming they're not really needed on Colchis.
We may want to give Fan, Dharok and our supermarines cortex implants after granting them Past Lives 5 in future.
For a general, which Dharok is likely to be, super-intelligence is a big deal
I'd have liked to grant them mutations/merits to make them much harder to kill, but that may prove to be impossible.
Basically, they'll live on nature reserves.
Our Grok may have some value for export to more marginal planets, but post-terraforming they're not really needed on Colchis.
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Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
I will add that just because you have Mars tech does not necessarily mean you can mass produce Mars tech or that you can produce it in time. There are some fun toys but sometimes, good enough is good enough.
With regards to Ambulls, they are self replicating super predators, with unreal stealth capabilities, can eat anything so have vastly simplified logistics, are as dangerous as an armored vehicle at the low end and a Superheavy tank (Not Baneblade levels) at the High end.
They are also functionally immune to anything short of heavy weapons, can take on Space Marines and has a decent chance of winning, has good spawn rates, regenerate wounds in a strategically time frame.
They take no production to make, do not occupy planetary cap and are essentially a free army unit, which in 40k is very good. Mars tech grants you quality but quantity has a quality of its own.
As for the Grox, they have many of the advantages of doubling as both Army units with immunity to all but medium to heavy weapons and also acting as emergency supplies with all the stealth capabilities that would allow you to Pull off a "CREED" maneuver, essentially deep striking a division of the equivalent of Medium to heavy tanks on the enemy.
They can substitute for APCs and if you put guns on them, sub for medium tanks in a pinch. Though Grox's are not as impressive as Ambulls, they also have simplified logistics and can act as emergency rations if required.
Conclusion: Yes, Mars tech makes both of them obsolete but they can function in any environment, are cheap AND effective, logistically very friendly, do not need time consuming training or repair time and hit hard with impressive stealth capabilities.
Interlude: The day everything changed
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
Terra - 669.M30
Mount Ararat stood tall and majestic, its rugged peaks bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. The air was crisp and cold, filled with the weight of history and destiny. Below the peak, on a vast plateau, the Thunder Warriors stood in parade formation, their imposing figures casting long shadows on the ground. Clad in their massive, battle-scarred armor, they were the embodiment of humanity's indomitable will and martial prowess. Twenty legions strong, they waited in disciplined silence, a testament to their ironclad discipline and unyielding strength.
Behind the Thunder Warriors, the newly formed Astartes Legions stood in perfect lines, their numbers few and far between. The First Legion and the 17th Legion, the Imperial Heralds, made up the bulk of the formation. Clad in their pristine, unmarked power armor, they were the future of humanity's defense, a stark contrast to the Thunder Warriors' weathered and battle-worn appearance.
Ushotan, Primarch of the 4th Legion, a veteran Thunder Warrior, stood at the forefront of his legion, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. He felt a mix of pride and unease. The Thunder Warriors had fought and bled for the Emperor's vision, yet the arrival of the Astartes signaled the end of their era. He tightened his grip on his power sword, the weight of history pressing down upon him.
A murmur rippled through the ranks as the Emperor's heralds approached. Leading them was Constantin Valdor, the Captain-General of the Custodian Guard, his presence radiating authority and strength. Valdor carried no banner, his very presence a symbol of unwavering loyalty to the Emperor.
Next came Arik Taranis, the Master of the Horse, carrying the Raptor Imperialis. The ancient symbol fluttered in the wind, its raptor and thunder iconography, a reminder of the Emperor's dominion over Terra and beyond.
Finally, the Nameless Herald of the 17th appeared, bearing the Imperial Aquila, the two-headed eagle that represented the future of the Imperium. The Aquila shone brilliantly in the fading light, a beacon of hope for all of humanity.
As the heralds took their positions, the air grew still, charged with anticipation. Then, the Emperor himself emerged. Clad in golden armor that gleamed like the sun, he radiated power and majesty. His presence was overwhelming, a living god among men. The Emperor's gaze swept over the assembled legions, his eyes filled with a mixture of pride and determination.
Ushotan felt a surge of emotion as the Emperor approached. This was the man they had fought for, the man whose vision had united Terra and set humanity on the path to greatness. Yet, the future remained uncertain, and the role of the Thunder Warriors was unknown.
The Emperor stopped before the Thunder Warriors, his gaze settling on Ushotan for a brief moment. There was an unspoken recognition, a silent acknowledgment of the sacrifices made. Then, he turned to address the legions, his voice carrying with the weight of authority and destiny.
"My loyal warriors," the Emperor began, his voice resonating across the plateau. "You have fought with honor and courage, forging a path through the darkness of the Old Night. You have brought unity and order to Terra, and for that, I am eternally grateful."
He paused, letting his words sink in. "The time has come for a new chapter in our journey. The Astartes, my angels of death, will carry forth our mission to the stars. They are the future of our Imperium, a future built on the foundation you have laid."
As the Emperor's words hung in the air, Ushotan felt a chill creep up his spine. His initial pride began to waver, replaced by an unsettling sense of dread. The Emperor spoke of the Astartes as the future, his angels of death, the soldiers who would carry forth the mission to the stars. But what did that mean for the Thunder Warriors, the very soldiers who had bled and died to bring about the Emperor's vision on Terra?
Ushotan's gaze shifted from the Emperor to the ranks of the Astartes standing behind him. They were not impressive. Clad in their pristine, unmarked power armor, they exuded a sense of purpose and invincibility that he could only scoff at. Yet, there was something unsettling about their presence. They were the future, and Ushotan could not help but feel like a relic of the past.
The Emperor continued, his voice filled with unwavering conviction. "The Astartes will bring the light of the Imperium to the furthest reaches of the galaxy. They will conquer worlds in my name, bringing order to the stars. They are the embodiment of humanity's strength and potential."
Ushotan's grip on his power sword tightened. The words "conquer" and "order" echoed in his mind, each repetition deepening his sense of unease. The Thunder Warriors had fought to unify Terra, to end the chaos of the Old Night, but they had also seen the cost of such a mission. They had witnessed the brutality of war, the suffering of the innocent, and the compromises made in the name of unity.
As the Emperor spoke of the Astartes' future conquests, Ushotan could not help but wonder if they were merely trading one form of chaos for another. Would the Imperium's quest for unity and order become a never-ending cycle of conquest and domination? Would the Astartes, these angels of death, bring peace or simply perpetuate the violence that had plagued humanity for millennia?
The Emperor's gaze swept over the assembled legions once more, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and determination. "The Astartes will carry our banner to the stars, but you, my Thunder Warriors, will not be forgotten. Your sacrifices have paved the way for this new era. You are the heroes of Terra, and your legacy will endure."
Ushotan felt a pang of bitterness. It was true; they had sacrificed much. They had given their lives, their sanity, and their humanity for the Emperor's vision. And now, it seemed, they were being cast aside, their purpose fulfilled. The future belonged to the Astartes, and the Thunder Warriors were left to fade into obscurity.
Ushotan's thoughts churned as he tried to process the Emperor's words. Pride, bitterness, fear and uncertainty all swirled within him, a tempest of conflicting emotions. He glanced at his fellow Thunder Warriors, their faces grim and stoic. They too felt the weight of the Emperor's words, the unspoken acknowledgment that their time was ending, and a new era was beginning.
The Emperor, sensing the turmoil among his loyal soldiers, continued speaking. His voice, though authoritative, carried a tone of profound empathy. "You, my Thunder Warriors, have been the sword and shield of humanity in its darkest hours. You have fought with unmatched courage and determination, and it is because of your sacrifices that Terra stands united today."
He paused, his eyes sweeping over the battle-hardened faces before him. "But we must also acknowledge the truth. The Thunder Warriors, forged in the fires of war and necessity, were created with a singular purpose: to bring about unity. You were designed to be the unstoppable force that would break the chains of the Old Night and pave the way for a new age."
Ushotan felt a knot tighten in his chest as the Emperor's words began to cut deeper. The praise was genuine, but there was an undercurrent of something else, an admission of imperfection.
"However," the Emperor continued, "we must recognize that the very traits which made you so effective in achieving unity also bear the seeds of your limitations. The genetic enhancements that granted you unparalleled strength and resilience also carry inherent flaws. Instability, volatility, and a limited lifespan, these are the burdens you bear."
The Emperor's gaze softened, a rare moment of vulnerability in his otherwise unassailable presence. "These flaws, though necessary at the time, mean that you cannot be the foundation upon which we build the future."
Ushotan's heart sank. The Emperor's words were a bitter pill to swallow, yet they rang with undeniable truth. The Thunder Warriors had always known they were a temporary solution, a stopgap measure in humanity's desperate struggle for survival. But hearing it now, in this context, was a stark reminder of their mortality and imperfection.
The Emperor's tone shifted, becoming more resolute. "But do not think for a moment that your purpose is over, my warriors. Unity on Terra has been achieved, yes, but the galaxy is vast and filled with threats that seek to undermine our vision. You still have a role to play, a vital role in ensuring that the foundations we have laid are protected and strengthened."
Ushotan's mind was a whirlwind of emotions as he listened to the Emperor's words. The initial dread and bitterness began to fade, replaced by a glimmer of hope. The Emperor's tone had shifted, becoming more resolute and filled with a renewed sense of purpose.
"We have had great successes in stabilizing your genetic enhancements," the Emperor announced. "Through tireless research and innovation, we have begun to overcome the limitations that have plagued you. The process is complex and still being refined, but it holds the promise of granting you the stability and longevity that you deserve. Lo and Behold, see for your self the fruits of this labor."
The air grew thick with anticipation as the Emperor gestured toward Arik Taranis, who stepped forward with a confident stride, the implications very clear.
Ushotan watched intently as the Emperor continued. "You may enter stasis until the process is perfected. When the time comes, you will have the opportunity to decide your future. You can undergo the stabilization process and choose to continue your service, or you may choose another path. One of your own making."
A hush fell over the assembly as the Emperor's words sank in. The promise of stability and longevity was tantalizing, a beacon of hope for the Thunder Warriors who had long been plagued by their inherent flaws. But the choice he offered carried immense weight.
The Emperor's voice softened, filled with a rare compassion. "Once you are stabilized, you will have two options. You can continue to serve the Imperium. What form that service will take is yet to be determined, but your skills and experience are invaluable. You may become advisors, trainers for the Astartes, or even serve on special missions that require your unique capabilities. The path you take in service will be one of honor and significance."
He paused, letting his words resonate with the assembled warriors. Ushotan felt a sense of pride mixed with uncertainty. The idea of continuing to serve the Emperor and the Imperium was appealing, but the unknown nature of that service was unsettling.
"Alternatively," the Emperor continued, "you may choose to retire. You have earned your rest, having fought and bled for humanity's future. Should you choose this path, you will be provided with the means to live out your days in peace, free from the burdens of war and the expectations of service. You will have the opportunity to forge a life of your own making, a life that you have earned through your sacrifices."
Ushotan's thoughts whirled. The prospect of retirement, of living a life unburdened by the constant threat of battle, was utterly revolting. It felt alien in a way not even the Warp Xenos did, almost unimaginable. He had been a warrior for so long, defined by his service and loyalty to the Emperor. Could he truly leave that behind?
No. He couldn't. They couldn't.
The Emperor's gaze swept over the assembled Thunder Warriors, his eyes filled with a profound respect. "The choice is yours, my warriors. You have earned the right to decide your own fate. Whether you choose to continue serving the Imperium or to retire and seek a different path, know that you have my deepest gratitude and respect. You are the heroes of Terra, and your legacy will endure."
Ushotan felt a sense of closure, a recognition of their sacrifices and an acknowledgment of their worth. The Emperor's words had provided a glimmer of hope, a promise of a future that was not defined by their flaws but by their choices.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the plateau, Ushotan stood with his fellow Thunder Warriors, contemplating the future. The path ahead was uncertain, but for the first time in a long while, he felt a sense of agency, a belief that he could shape his own destiny.
The Emperor, having spoken his piece, turned to address the Astartes Legions. "And to you, my Astartes, the future lies in your hands. You will carry the banner of the Imperium, the Aquila, to the stars, forging a new era of order. Learn from the Thunder Warriors who came before you, honor their sacrifices, and strive to embody the ideals for which they fought. Together, we will build a future worthy of humanity's greatness."
With that, the Emperor concluded his address, leaving the assembled legions to reflect on his words. Ushotan looked to his fellow Thunder Warriors, their expressions a mix of determination and contemplation. The future was uncertain, but they had been given a choice, a rare gift in a galaxy fraught with conflict and strife.
As the Emperor departed, Ushotan felt a sense of resolve. Whatever path he chose, he would face it with the same courage and determination that had defined his service. The legacy of the Thunder Warriors would endure, and their story was far from over.
UNRELIABLE NARRATOR
This is from Ushotan's POV and does not necessarily reflect what the Emperor actually thinks.
Mount Ararat stood tall and majestic, its rugged peaks bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. The air was crisp and cold, filled with the weight of history and destiny. Below the peak, on a vast plateau, the Thunder Warriors stood in parade formation, their imposing figures casting long shadows on the ground. Clad in their massive, battle-scarred armor, they were the embodiment of humanity's indomitable will and martial prowess. Twenty legions strong, they waited in disciplined silence, a testament to their ironclad discipline and unyielding strength.
Behind the Thunder Warriors, the newly formed Astartes Legions stood in perfect lines, their numbers few and far between. The First Legion and the 17th Legion, the Imperial Heralds, made up the bulk of the formation. Clad in their pristine, unmarked power armor, they were the future of humanity's defense, a stark contrast to the Thunder Warriors' weathered and battle-worn appearance.
Ushotan, Primarch of the 4th Legion, a veteran Thunder Warrior, stood at the forefront of his legion, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. He felt a mix of pride and unease. The Thunder Warriors had fought and bled for the Emperor's vision, yet the arrival of the Astartes signaled the end of their era. He tightened his grip on his power sword, the weight of history pressing down upon him.
A murmur rippled through the ranks as the Emperor's heralds approached. Leading them was Constantin Valdor, the Captain-General of the Custodian Guard, his presence radiating authority and strength. Valdor carried no banner, his very presence a symbol of unwavering loyalty to the Emperor.
Next came Arik Taranis, the Master of the Horse, carrying the Raptor Imperialis. The ancient symbol fluttered in the wind, its raptor and thunder iconography, a reminder of the Emperor's dominion over Terra and beyond.
Finally, the Nameless Herald of the 17th appeared, bearing the Imperial Aquila, the two-headed eagle that represented the future of the Imperium. The Aquila shone brilliantly in the fading light, a beacon of hope for all of humanity.
As the heralds took their positions, the air grew still, charged with anticipation. Then, the Emperor himself emerged. Clad in golden armor that gleamed like the sun, he radiated power and majesty. His presence was overwhelming, a living god among men. The Emperor's gaze swept over the assembled legions, his eyes filled with a mixture of pride and determination.
Ushotan felt a surge of emotion as the Emperor approached. This was the man they had fought for, the man whose vision had united Terra and set humanity on the path to greatness. Yet, the future remained uncertain, and the role of the Thunder Warriors was unknown.
The Emperor stopped before the Thunder Warriors, his gaze settling on Ushotan for a brief moment. There was an unspoken recognition, a silent acknowledgment of the sacrifices made. Then, he turned to address the legions, his voice carrying with the weight of authority and destiny.
"My loyal warriors," the Emperor began, his voice resonating across the plateau. "You have fought with honor and courage, forging a path through the darkness of the Old Night. You have brought unity and order to Terra, and for that, I am eternally grateful."
He paused, letting his words sink in. "The time has come for a new chapter in our journey. The Astartes, my angels of death, will carry forth our mission to the stars. They are the future of our Imperium, a future built on the foundation you have laid."
As the Emperor's words hung in the air, Ushotan felt a chill creep up his spine. His initial pride began to waver, replaced by an unsettling sense of dread. The Emperor spoke of the Astartes as the future, his angels of death, the soldiers who would carry forth the mission to the stars. But what did that mean for the Thunder Warriors, the very soldiers who had bled and died to bring about the Emperor's vision on Terra?
Ushotan's gaze shifted from the Emperor to the ranks of the Astartes standing behind him. They were not impressive. Clad in their pristine, unmarked power armor, they exuded a sense of purpose and invincibility that he could only scoff at. Yet, there was something unsettling about their presence. They were the future, and Ushotan could not help but feel like a relic of the past.
The Emperor continued, his voice filled with unwavering conviction. "The Astartes will bring the light of the Imperium to the furthest reaches of the galaxy. They will conquer worlds in my name, bringing order to the stars. They are the embodiment of humanity's strength and potential."
Ushotan's grip on his power sword tightened. The words "conquer" and "order" echoed in his mind, each repetition deepening his sense of unease. The Thunder Warriors had fought to unify Terra, to end the chaos of the Old Night, but they had also seen the cost of such a mission. They had witnessed the brutality of war, the suffering of the innocent, and the compromises made in the name of unity.
As the Emperor spoke of the Astartes' future conquests, Ushotan could not help but wonder if they were merely trading one form of chaos for another. Would the Imperium's quest for unity and order become a never-ending cycle of conquest and domination? Would the Astartes, these angels of death, bring peace or simply perpetuate the violence that had plagued humanity for millennia?
The Emperor's gaze swept over the assembled legions once more, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and determination. "The Astartes will carry our banner to the stars, but you, my Thunder Warriors, will not be forgotten. Your sacrifices have paved the way for this new era. You are the heroes of Terra, and your legacy will endure."
Ushotan felt a pang of bitterness. It was true; they had sacrificed much. They had given their lives, their sanity, and their humanity for the Emperor's vision. And now, it seemed, they were being cast aside, their purpose fulfilled. The future belonged to the Astartes, and the Thunder Warriors were left to fade into obscurity.
Ushotan's thoughts churned as he tried to process the Emperor's words. Pride, bitterness, fear and uncertainty all swirled within him, a tempest of conflicting emotions. He glanced at his fellow Thunder Warriors, their faces grim and stoic. They too felt the weight of the Emperor's words, the unspoken acknowledgment that their time was ending, and a new era was beginning.
The Emperor, sensing the turmoil among his loyal soldiers, continued speaking. His voice, though authoritative, carried a tone of profound empathy. "You, my Thunder Warriors, have been the sword and shield of humanity in its darkest hours. You have fought with unmatched courage and determination, and it is because of your sacrifices that Terra stands united today."
He paused, his eyes sweeping over the battle-hardened faces before him. "But we must also acknowledge the truth. The Thunder Warriors, forged in the fires of war and necessity, were created with a singular purpose: to bring about unity. You were designed to be the unstoppable force that would break the chains of the Old Night and pave the way for a new age."
Ushotan felt a knot tighten in his chest as the Emperor's words began to cut deeper. The praise was genuine, but there was an undercurrent of something else, an admission of imperfection.
"However," the Emperor continued, "we must recognize that the very traits which made you so effective in achieving unity also bear the seeds of your limitations. The genetic enhancements that granted you unparalleled strength and resilience also carry inherent flaws. Instability, volatility, and a limited lifespan, these are the burdens you bear."
The Emperor's gaze softened, a rare moment of vulnerability in his otherwise unassailable presence. "These flaws, though necessary at the time, mean that you cannot be the foundation upon which we build the future."
Ushotan's heart sank. The Emperor's words were a bitter pill to swallow, yet they rang with undeniable truth. The Thunder Warriors had always known they were a temporary solution, a stopgap measure in humanity's desperate struggle for survival. But hearing it now, in this context, was a stark reminder of their mortality and imperfection.
The Emperor's tone shifted, becoming more resolute. "But do not think for a moment that your purpose is over, my warriors. Unity on Terra has been achieved, yes, but the galaxy is vast and filled with threats that seek to undermine our vision. You still have a role to play, a vital role in ensuring that the foundations we have laid are protected and strengthened."
Ushotan's mind was a whirlwind of emotions as he listened to the Emperor's words. The initial dread and bitterness began to fade, replaced by a glimmer of hope. The Emperor's tone had shifted, becoming more resolute and filled with a renewed sense of purpose.
"We have had great successes in stabilizing your genetic enhancements," the Emperor announced. "Through tireless research and innovation, we have begun to overcome the limitations that have plagued you. The process is complex and still being refined, but it holds the promise of granting you the stability and longevity that you deserve. Lo and Behold, see for your self the fruits of this labor."
The air grew thick with anticipation as the Emperor gestured toward Arik Taranis, who stepped forward with a confident stride, the implications very clear.
Ushotan watched intently as the Emperor continued. "You may enter stasis until the process is perfected. When the time comes, you will have the opportunity to decide your future. You can undergo the stabilization process and choose to continue your service, or you may choose another path. One of your own making."
A hush fell over the assembly as the Emperor's words sank in. The promise of stability and longevity was tantalizing, a beacon of hope for the Thunder Warriors who had long been plagued by their inherent flaws. But the choice he offered carried immense weight.
The Emperor's voice softened, filled with a rare compassion. "Once you are stabilized, you will have two options. You can continue to serve the Imperium. What form that service will take is yet to be determined, but your skills and experience are invaluable. You may become advisors, trainers for the Astartes, or even serve on special missions that require your unique capabilities. The path you take in service will be one of honor and significance."
He paused, letting his words resonate with the assembled warriors. Ushotan felt a sense of pride mixed with uncertainty. The idea of continuing to serve the Emperor and the Imperium was appealing, but the unknown nature of that service was unsettling.
"Alternatively," the Emperor continued, "you may choose to retire. You have earned your rest, having fought and bled for humanity's future. Should you choose this path, you will be provided with the means to live out your days in peace, free from the burdens of war and the expectations of service. You will have the opportunity to forge a life of your own making, a life that you have earned through your sacrifices."
Ushotan's thoughts whirled. The prospect of retirement, of living a life unburdened by the constant threat of battle, was utterly revolting. It felt alien in a way not even the Warp Xenos did, almost unimaginable. He had been a warrior for so long, defined by his service and loyalty to the Emperor. Could he truly leave that behind?
No. He couldn't. They couldn't.
The Emperor's gaze swept over the assembled Thunder Warriors, his eyes filled with a profound respect. "The choice is yours, my warriors. You have earned the right to decide your own fate. Whether you choose to continue serving the Imperium or to retire and seek a different path, know that you have my deepest gratitude and respect. You are the heroes of Terra, and your legacy will endure."
Ushotan felt a sense of closure, a recognition of their sacrifices and an acknowledgment of their worth. The Emperor's words had provided a glimmer of hope, a promise of a future that was not defined by their flaws but by their choices.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the plateau, Ushotan stood with his fellow Thunder Warriors, contemplating the future. The path ahead was uncertain, but for the first time in a long while, he felt a sense of agency, a belief that he could shape his own destiny.
The Emperor, having spoken his piece, turned to address the Astartes Legions. "And to you, my Astartes, the future lies in your hands. You will carry the banner of the Imperium, the Aquila, to the stars, forging a new era of order. Learn from the Thunder Warriors who came before you, honor their sacrifices, and strive to embody the ideals for which they fought. Together, we will build a future worthy of humanity's greatness."
With that, the Emperor concluded his address, leaving the assembled legions to reflect on his words. Ushotan looked to his fellow Thunder Warriors, their expressions a mix of determination and contemplation. The future was uncertain, but they had been given a choice, a rare gift in a galaxy fraught with conflict and strife.
As the Emperor departed, Ushotan felt a sense of resolve. Whatever path he chose, he would face it with the same courage and determination that had defined his service. The legacy of the Thunder Warriors would endure, and their story was far from over.
UNRELIABLE NARRATOR
This is from Ushotan's POV and does not necessarily reflect what the Emperor actually thinks.
Oh my we may not actually need to rebel for good of humanity, because Big E now does what he thinks is right not what he needs to get a golden scenario
What was the Thunder Warriors' fate in canon if I can ask? 
? It seems like their genes weren't stable so I assume they were shelved or something?
? It seems like their genes weren't stable so I assume they were shelved or something?So, it seems that the space marine legions might be smaller and that the Thunder Warrior Legions will still exist in some form, with some gene seed used to stabilise them.
I'm surprised that the Emperor seems to be choosing to dissolve them as organisations. I'd have thought he'd want to keep them as distinct formations to leverage their particular skills, and their institutional knowledge.
They may be brutal, but there's arguably more need for that in the wider galaxy, where they could he focused on fighting non-humans.
It does make me wonder if the reason that the Thunder Warriors were purged wasn't because they were too brutal, but because they weren't, that they were built to unify the human population on Earth who the Emperor needed to keep alive to serve him when he launched the Great Crusade, while space marines were built to kill the enemies of humanity (including humans that wouldn't accept Compliance), and he was in much less need of any given world's willing surrender and transformation from a rival into a vassal.
Exterminated by the Space Marines at Mount Ararat, with few survivors escaping.
I'm surprised that the Emperor seems to be choosing to dissolve them as organisations. I'd have thought he'd want to keep them as distinct formations to leverage their particular skills, and their institutional knowledge.
They may be brutal, but there's arguably more need for that in the wider galaxy, where they could he focused on fighting non-humans.
It does make me wonder if the reason that the Thunder Warriors were purged wasn't because they were too brutal, but because they weren't, that they were built to unify the human population on Earth who the Emperor needed to keep alive to serve him when he launched the Great Crusade, while space marines were built to kill the enemies of humanity (including humans that wouldn't accept Compliance), and he was in much less need of any given world's willing surrender and transformation from a rival into a vassal.
What was the Thunder Warriors' fate in canon if I can ask?
Exterminated by the Space Marines at Mount Ararat, with few survivors escaping.
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Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
While the first changes happened later, this was the turning point of divergence. Why this happened is something you may or may not want to find out.
He is technically not. He just hasn't decided what he wants to do with them yet.
That seems like a stretch, there were plenty of human worlds which he needed in aggregate just as much as he needed any human polity on Tera. I think that overall the ratio of purge to conquer was lower on Tera than it was in the wider Galaxy, but it was far from zero.
Most likely he just does not want the concentration of military power that would be the Thunder Warrior Legions without a primarch. For some reason he seems to think he could control those... it might have to do with that enforced intimacy Lorgar has with a being he has never encountered.
They were purged by the Custodes, with the propaganda claiming they were killed to a man at Mount Ararat
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Manipulated into rebelion and put down like animalsWhat was the Thunder Warriors' fate in canon if I can ask?
It's not just the overall ratio of purge:conquer, it's that in the Great Crusade there are entire sectors full of orks or other xenos you can unleash horrors on and no one will ever ever know or care, while Earth is comparatively tiny given radio exists and your reputation will spread, so you can't compartmentalise like you can on the Great Crusade.
The Thunder Warriors were a concentration of military power, but they weren't his only gene-forged warriors from this era, some of whom survived to fight in the Great Crusade.
Beyond that, not all the Expeditionary fleets were led by or even contained space marines, and any of them was a massive concentration of force.
Until Horus was made Warmaster, these other (which made up the majority of the) Expeditionary Fleets didn't seem to answer to a Primarch, just to him.
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Even if that is the case and the issue is he just can't use TW for extermination (which is dubious he sent plenty of guard on missions like that) the Emperor could just not do that. Don't send them to the sectors full of orks. I think the issue is just that in canon it was non-economical to fix them and here it is not since he has super pure geneseed to do it with
Given the thunder warrior are dangerous unstable keeping them around was never an option. They don't have the extended lifespan of Space Marines, while at the same time they undergo mental decay at extremely accelerated pace.
Their a reason Space Marines where replacing them even before the unification of Terra was completed.
Their a reason Space Marines where replacing them even before the unification of Terra was completed.
They were always fixable, in canon the Emperor just did not want to spend resources, that is explicit by the fact that the last of them managed it... on his own... on the run. So either the Emperor was a worse gene-smith than Arik Taranis or he is a callous, murderous SoB.
Or as is the norm for Space Fantasy setting their was something special about him, and he was not indicative of how the standard normal thunder warriors would turn out.
If it a named character their automatically special and above the norm. Show me 10,000 unnamed thunder warriors that managed to avoid the neural degeneration, and you have a viable arguments
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Well, not ten thousand of them, but Ark Taranis isn't unique. Endryd Haar is also very strongly implied to be a Thunder Warrior who became a space marine.
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
Chaos: Arik Taranis fixed the Thunder Warriors with a bunch of gene-seeds in the underhive.Arik Taranis for Emperor got it.
Fabius Bile: I am not Arik Taranis.
Turn 8: An unexpected visit
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
Colchis - 831.M30
The sun was setting over the horizon of Colchis, casting long shadows across the transformed landscape. Once marked by harsh deserts and barren stretches, the planet now bloomed with verdant forests and towering spires that scraped the sky, all under the guidance of you and your son, Lorgar. The victory over the Shard of Winters had brought new hope and a renewed sense of purpose to the people, and the task of building Sacred Centers for the Worldsoul began in earnest.
You stood at the base of a newly erected shrine, its intricate carvings and symbols glowing faintly in the dimming light. You felt a swell of pride, tempered by the lessons you had imparted to Lorgar about the dangers of hubris. At this moment, seeing the fruits of your labor, pride was a welcome companion.
Behind you, Lorgar and a group of a thousand sorcerer-shaman, his chosen gene-sons, gathered. Each of these sons bore the same visage, a reflection of Lorgar's own, yet within them lay the potential for individual greatness and the promise of countless stories yet to be told.
"We've accomplished something truly remarkable here," you began, your voice carrying over the assembly. "These Sacred Centers are more than just buildings. They are sanctuaries for the Worldsoul, places where the spirits can be honored and where our people can learn and grow."
Lorgar nodded, his eyes bright with conviction. "Indeed, Father. Each shrine is a testament to our bond with the planet and the spirits that dwell within it. But they are also schools, places where the sons and daughters of Colchis can teach and learn, continuing the cycle of knowledge and wisdom."
The construction of these centers had been both a labor of love and a profound exercise in collaboration. The shaman, with their combined knowledge and power, made the tasks of raising these structures seem almost effortless. They worked together, using their sorcery to shape the very land, coaxing life from the soil and stone to create environments that were both sacred and functional.
You took a deep breath and continued, "Now, at each of these Sacred Centers, we will consecrate them by appointing a patron Totem for each of us. Each Totem will choose a name, a face, and a form, a unique identity that they can assume at will. This form will allow them to walk among the people of Colchis, alongside their chosen Shaman, to teach and to learn, to be both a guide and a guardian."
A murmur of excitement rippled through the shaman. This was a moment of personal and communal significance. You called for volunteers, and hands shot up eagerly. One by one, shaman stepped forward, each taking on their new role with solemn pride.
As the shaman began to form lines, you addressed them, "Each of you will forge a bond with a totem spirit, an ally and guide who will aid you in your journey. These spirits are embodiments of nature and the essence of our world. They will test you, and in turn, you will earn their respect and partnership."
The first shaman to step forward was Elara, who had chosen to be a patron of wisdom and healing. With her newfound form, she radiated calm and strength. She walked confidently to the center of the sacred circle where the ritual would take place.
You began to chant, invoking the presence of the totem spirits. The air grew thick with energy, and the surroundings seemed to blur as the spirit world and the physical world began to overlap. Elara closed her eyes, focusing on the connection she was about to make. She felt a presence approach, a gentle but powerful force.
A wolf spirit, with fur that shimmered like moonlight, materialized before her. Its eyes were deep pools of ancient knowledge. Elara could feel the spirit's power and wisdom. She knelt before it, her head bowed in respect.
"Great spirit, I seek your guidance and partnership," Elara said, her voice steady and reverent.
The wolf spirit circled her, its eyes assessing. "I am Selene, guardian of secrets and healer of wounds. You must prove your worth to me, shaman."
Elara nodded, standing to face the spirit. "I am ready."
Selene howled, and the scene around them shifted. Elara found herself in a dense forest, with the sounds of injured creatures filling the air. She realized this was a test of her healing abilities. She moved quickly, using her knowledge of herbs to tend to the wounded animals she encountered. Selene watched closely, noting her compassion and skill.
When Elara had tended to all the injured creatures, Selene approached her again. "You have shown great care and wisdom. I will be your guide and ally." The wolf spirit touched its nose to her forehead, sealing their bond.
As Elara returned to the circle, the next shaman stepped forward, eager to meet their own totem spirit. This process continued, each shaman forging a unique bond with a spirit that matched their chosen path.
Tyran, who had chosen to be a patron of martial training and strategic studies, was next. As you chanted and the spirit world overlapped with the physical, a massive bear spirit appeared before Tyran. The bear's presence was imposing and powerful.
"I am Ursus, the strength of the earth and the protector of the realm," the bear spirit rumbled. "To earn my partnership, you must show your strength and strategic mind."
Tyran felt a surge of determination. He was transported to a battlefield, where he had to lead a group of warriors against a formidable foe. Using his strategic mind and martial prowess, he directed his warriors with precision, turning the tide of the battle. Ursus watched, impressed by Tyran's leadership and strength.
When the battle was won, Ursus approached. "You have proven your strength and strategic mind. I will be your ally and protector." The bear spirit touched its massive paw to Tyran's shoulder, forging their bond.
One by one, the shaman stepped forward and bonded with their totem spirits. Some encountered eagles, embodying keen sight and vision, while others met with serpents, symbolizing transformation and knowledge. Each encounter was unique, filled with trials and tests that the shaman had to pass to earn the spirits' respect.
As the rituals continued, you and Lorgar watched. The bonds being formed were not just for the shaman but for the entire community of Colchis. These totem spirits would guide and protect the shaman, ensuring that the Sacred Centers remained places of power and wisdom.
When the last shaman had bonded with their totem spirit, you addressed them all once more. "You are now more than just sons and daughters of Colchis. You are the guardians of our world, bonded with the spirits that embody its essence. Go forth and fulfill your roles with honor and dedication."
The shaman, now with their totem spirits by their sides, dispersed to their respective Sacred Centers. Each shrine was now not only a place of learning and worship but also a beacon of the bond between the physical world and the spirit world.
Now, with that done, it was the turn of Lorgar's gene-sons. The Thousand Space Marines, clad in their imposing armor, formed a disciplined line before you. Each Marine was a testament to the meticulous genetic and spiritual engineering that had gone into their creation. They were echoes of ancient and future heroes, their potential immense but untapped.
You raised your hands towards the heavens and began to chant. The air around you shimmered, and ethereal forms began to materialize as the spirits of the grove responded to your call.
"Sons of Lorgar," you began, your voice resonating through the grove, "today, we seek to grant you the ability to shape yourselves into the forms of the people whose echoes you were formed from. This will allow you to walk among our people, to learn from them and teach them, to share in their lives and experiences."
The Space Marines stood silently, their expressions unreadable beneath their helmets. Closing your eyes, you reached deep into the well of your power, weaving the power that would grant them this ability.
As the power took shape, you sensed a resistance. It was as if the very fabric of reality was pushing back against your efforts. You pressed on, pouring more of your energy into the power, determined to succeed. The spirits around you began to murmur, their voices a mix of concern and curiosity.
The resistance grew stronger, and you realized that something was wrong. You stopped, opening your eyes and looking at the spirits for guidance. One of the spirits, an ancient and wise entity, stepped forward.
"There are three reasons why your action cannot succeed," the spirit said, its voice resonating with the weight of ages. "The first reason is that these warriors have no personalities of their own. The wish to shape themselves into the forms of others is not their own desire, but yours. They cannot be bound to a wish that they do not truly wish for."
You nodded, understanding the spirit's words. You turned to the Thousand Space Marines, seeing them in a new light. They were powerful, yes, but they lacked the individuality that would allow them to truly become one with the people of Colchis. They were echoes, reflections of the heroes of the past and future, but they had yet to find their own identities.
You paused, contemplating the next steps and awaiting the spirit's further explanation.
The spirit continued, its ancient eyes gleaming with a knowing light. "The second reason," it intoned, "is that this transformation would sever their connection to the child of light's essence. They are not merely warriors; they are Gene-sons of the child of light, drinking from the same cup. Any deviation from this would mean they lose that intrinsic link, weakening their bond with the child of light himself."
Your heart sank slightly at this revelation. The connection between Lorgar and his sons was sacred, a bond that had been carefully nurtured. You understood the gravity of severing such a connection and knew it was not a path you could afford to take.
"The final reason," it began, "is intricately linked to the second. It pertains to the very nature of the Blood of Lorgar. This essence is extremely stable, declaring unequivocally what it is to be a son of Lorgar, and by that very same act, declaring what it is not to be his son."
Lorgar and you listened intently, the gravity of the spirit's words settling over you both like a heavy mantle.
The spirit continued, "This purity inherent in the Child of Light's blood changes the mortal down to their very essence. It removes any and all prior gifts and curses, cleansing and refining them until they are sons of the Child of Light in full."
You nodded, beginning to understand the profound implications of this transformation.
The spirit's gaze was unwavering as it explained further. "However, this purity comes at a price. It imposes a rigid order upon all sons of Child. This essence, while immensely powerful, is also inflexible. The very stability that grants them their power and connection to the Child also limits their capacity for change."
Lorgar's expression grew thoughtful as he absorbed this information. The spirit's words had illuminated the core of the issue.
"So," Lorgar said slowly, "the very essence that makes them powerful and connected to me also binds them to a specific form and nature."
"Precisely," the spirit affirmed. "Your Essence defines what it means to be one of your sons, creating a strong, unyielding identity. Any attempt to alter this would break that definition, severing the connection and the power that comes with it. Their purity is their strength, but it is also their boundary."
You felt a deep respect for the wisdom of the spirits and the intricacies of Lorgar's legacy.
"This rigidity," you said, "is both their shield and their constraint."
The spirit nodded approvingly. "Yes. The strength of the Child's sons lies in their unwavering identity. To seek flexibility outside of this would be to weaken them. Instead, you must find ways to enhance and empower them within the framework of their true nature."
Lorgar's eyes met yours, a silent understanding passing between you.
"We will find a way," you said with quiet determination. "We will honor their essence and their bond to me while seeking new paths to integrate them with our people."
As the assembly began to disperse, the air grew still, and a profound silence settled over the grove. The spirits, sensing an imminent arrival, fell silent, their ethereal forms shimmering with anticipation. From the depths of the sacred forest, a presence began to emerge—ancient, powerful, and almost forgotten.
The leaves rustled gently, parting to reveal a towering figure bathed in a soft, otherworldly glow. The spirit was ancient beyond measure, its form shifting and ethereal, like a dream half-remembered. Its eyes were deep pools of wisdom, and its voice, when it spoke, was like the whisper of time itself.
"In dreams of yore and ages past,
Where whispers of the ancient last,
I come to thee, O children of light and sun,
With echoes from the realm of afar."
The spirit's voice was both a song and a poem, weaving a tapestry of words that resonated deep within your soul. You felt the weight of its presence, a being who had witnessed the birth of worlds and the fall of empires.
"Who are you?" you asked, your voice filled with reverence.
"I am Aelindra, the Dreamweaver," the spirit replied, its words flowing like a gentle stream. "I have seen the rise and fall of countless realms, and in my heart, the wisdom of eternity dwells. I have heard thy plea, O beloved of Colchis, and I bring forth an offer for thy thousand kin."
Lorgar stepped forward, his eyes wide with awe and curiosity. "What is this offer, ancient one?" he asked.
Aelindra's gaze shifted to Lorgar, its eyes reflecting the light of a thousand stars.
"To honor their essence and thy bond so true,
I offer a journey to the thousand of you.
A path through dreams, a trial of the soul,
To forge their minds and make them whole."
The spirit's words hung in the air, filling the grove with a sense of wonder and possibility.
"The journey will take a year and a day,
Through realms of thought where shadows play.
They shall return with minds of steel,
And hearts of men, their true selves reveal."
You and Lorgar exchanged glances, understanding the gravity of such an offer. The Thousand Space Marines stood silently, awaiting your decision.
"What must we do?" you asked.
Aelindra extended its hand, a gesture both commanding and gentle. "Bring forth thy thousand, let them stand,
In the circle of dreams, at my command.
I shall guide them through the veil so thin,
To the realm where their journey shall begin."
With a nod, you called the Thousand Space Marines to form a circle around Aelindra. The grove seemed to shimmer with anticipation as the ancient spirit began to weave its magic.
The air grew thick with energy, and the boundaries between the physical and spiritual realms began to blur. The Thousand stood resolute, their armor gleaming in the fading light. Aelindra's voice rose in a melodic chant, each word imbued with power and purpose.
"In dreams of old and futures bright,
I weave the threads of endless night.
To realms of thought, thy kin shall go,
To forge their minds and strength bestow."
Aelindra's presence seemed to grow, encompassing the entire grove. The Thousand Space Marines, bathed in the spirit's ethereal light, stood motionless, their eyes closed as they prepared for the journey ahead.
"The path is set, the way is clear,
A journey long, devoid of fear.
A year and a day through realms unknown,
To return with minds like steel, full-grown."
As the spirit's chant continued, a portal began to form in the center of the circle, shimmering with otherworldly energy. The Thousand Space Marines, still and silent, awaited the final command.
You and Lorgar stood at the edge of the circle, feeling the weight of the decision before you. The offer was both a blessing and a challenge, a chance to transform the Thousand into something greater but at the cost of time and uncertainty.
Lorgar turned to you, his expression one of deep contemplation. "This journey... it is not without risks. But the rewards...."
You nodded, understanding the gravity of the choice before you. The grove, now filled with the light of the ancient spirit, seemed to hold its breath, awaiting your decision.
In that moment, you and Lorgar stood on the precipice of change, contemplating the path that lay ahead. The offer of the ancient spirit was both a promise and a test, and the future of the Thousand hung in the balance.
KNOWLEDGE:
Space Marines are intrinsically linked to a Primarch's mythos, to the point that they can feel the death of a Primarch (Canon). The Mythos empowers the Space Marine, giving them an X Factor, making them a minor warp being and a magical being.
This allows them to win even when they normally should not and otherwise not be affected by things that could affect normal mortals. They have been enhanced as much on a spiritual level as they are on a physical one.
YOU CAN grant them mutations etc. But Space Marines are forged from a very specific template and Lorgar's gene-seed is even more specific.
So while you can give ANYONE the gene-organs of the Space Marine, grant them mutations etc, they will not be able to connect to the Mythos and lose that benefit.
A regular Marine can be granted any Mutation but loses connection to the Primarch. A Marine with an Awakened Mythos cannot get any Mutations that are not part of the Lores you have unlocked.
Both regular marines and Awakened marines CAN be granted mutations, only those that align with the Primarch's Lore and Regular marines can only Essence Mutations (Though if a mutation can be upgraded, then repurchase counts as one) while awakened ones can get as many aligned/Lore mutations as they want.
WANT THE WISH:
You can only grant wishes if the person truly wants it. So they at the minimum need a Major intimacy to back up the desire for it to work. Charm made intimacy, magical intimacy, mind control or Mythos induced intimacies do not work.
CHOICE:
[] Allow them to go on the journey (They will be unavailable till the end of Turn 9)
The sun was setting over the horizon of Colchis, casting long shadows across the transformed landscape. Once marked by harsh deserts and barren stretches, the planet now bloomed with verdant forests and towering spires that scraped the sky, all under the guidance of you and your son, Lorgar. The victory over the Shard of Winters had brought new hope and a renewed sense of purpose to the people, and the task of building Sacred Centers for the Worldsoul began in earnest.
You stood at the base of a newly erected shrine, its intricate carvings and symbols glowing faintly in the dimming light. You felt a swell of pride, tempered by the lessons you had imparted to Lorgar about the dangers of hubris. At this moment, seeing the fruits of your labor, pride was a welcome companion.
Behind you, Lorgar and a group of a thousand sorcerer-shaman, his chosen gene-sons, gathered. Each of these sons bore the same visage, a reflection of Lorgar's own, yet within them lay the potential for individual greatness and the promise of countless stories yet to be told.
"We've accomplished something truly remarkable here," you began, your voice carrying over the assembly. "These Sacred Centers are more than just buildings. They are sanctuaries for the Worldsoul, places where the spirits can be honored and where our people can learn and grow."
Lorgar nodded, his eyes bright with conviction. "Indeed, Father. Each shrine is a testament to our bond with the planet and the spirits that dwell within it. But they are also schools, places where the sons and daughters of Colchis can teach and learn, continuing the cycle of knowledge and wisdom."
The construction of these centers had been both a labor of love and a profound exercise in collaboration. The shaman, with their combined knowledge and power, made the tasks of raising these structures seem almost effortless. They worked together, using their sorcery to shape the very land, coaxing life from the soil and stone to create environments that were both sacred and functional.
You took a deep breath and continued, "Now, at each of these Sacred Centers, we will consecrate them by appointing a patron Totem for each of us. Each Totem will choose a name, a face, and a form, a unique identity that they can assume at will. This form will allow them to walk among the people of Colchis, alongside their chosen Shaman, to teach and to learn, to be both a guide and a guardian."
A murmur of excitement rippled through the shaman. This was a moment of personal and communal significance. You called for volunteers, and hands shot up eagerly. One by one, shaman stepped forward, each taking on their new role with solemn pride.
As the shaman began to form lines, you addressed them, "Each of you will forge a bond with a totem spirit, an ally and guide who will aid you in your journey. These spirits are embodiments of nature and the essence of our world. They will test you, and in turn, you will earn their respect and partnership."
The first shaman to step forward was Elara, who had chosen to be a patron of wisdom and healing. With her newfound form, she radiated calm and strength. She walked confidently to the center of the sacred circle where the ritual would take place.
You began to chant, invoking the presence of the totem spirits. The air grew thick with energy, and the surroundings seemed to blur as the spirit world and the physical world began to overlap. Elara closed her eyes, focusing on the connection she was about to make. She felt a presence approach, a gentle but powerful force.
A wolf spirit, with fur that shimmered like moonlight, materialized before her. Its eyes were deep pools of ancient knowledge. Elara could feel the spirit's power and wisdom. She knelt before it, her head bowed in respect.
"Great spirit, I seek your guidance and partnership," Elara said, her voice steady and reverent.
The wolf spirit circled her, its eyes assessing. "I am Selene, guardian of secrets and healer of wounds. You must prove your worth to me, shaman."
Elara nodded, standing to face the spirit. "I am ready."
Selene howled, and the scene around them shifted. Elara found herself in a dense forest, with the sounds of injured creatures filling the air. She realized this was a test of her healing abilities. She moved quickly, using her knowledge of herbs to tend to the wounded animals she encountered. Selene watched closely, noting her compassion and skill.
When Elara had tended to all the injured creatures, Selene approached her again. "You have shown great care and wisdom. I will be your guide and ally." The wolf spirit touched its nose to her forehead, sealing their bond.
As Elara returned to the circle, the next shaman stepped forward, eager to meet their own totem spirit. This process continued, each shaman forging a unique bond with a spirit that matched their chosen path.
Tyran, who had chosen to be a patron of martial training and strategic studies, was next. As you chanted and the spirit world overlapped with the physical, a massive bear spirit appeared before Tyran. The bear's presence was imposing and powerful.
"I am Ursus, the strength of the earth and the protector of the realm," the bear spirit rumbled. "To earn my partnership, you must show your strength and strategic mind."
Tyran felt a surge of determination. He was transported to a battlefield, where he had to lead a group of warriors against a formidable foe. Using his strategic mind and martial prowess, he directed his warriors with precision, turning the tide of the battle. Ursus watched, impressed by Tyran's leadership and strength.
When the battle was won, Ursus approached. "You have proven your strength and strategic mind. I will be your ally and protector." The bear spirit touched its massive paw to Tyran's shoulder, forging their bond.
One by one, the shaman stepped forward and bonded with their totem spirits. Some encountered eagles, embodying keen sight and vision, while others met with serpents, symbolizing transformation and knowledge. Each encounter was unique, filled with trials and tests that the shaman had to pass to earn the spirits' respect.
As the rituals continued, you and Lorgar watched. The bonds being formed were not just for the shaman but for the entire community of Colchis. These totem spirits would guide and protect the shaman, ensuring that the Sacred Centers remained places of power and wisdom.
When the last shaman had bonded with their totem spirit, you addressed them all once more. "You are now more than just sons and daughters of Colchis. You are the guardians of our world, bonded with the spirits that embody its essence. Go forth and fulfill your roles with honor and dedication."
The shaman, now with their totem spirits by their sides, dispersed to their respective Sacred Centers. Each shrine was now not only a place of learning and worship but also a beacon of the bond between the physical world and the spirit world.
Now, with that done, it was the turn of Lorgar's gene-sons. The Thousand Space Marines, clad in their imposing armor, formed a disciplined line before you. Each Marine was a testament to the meticulous genetic and spiritual engineering that had gone into their creation. They were echoes of ancient and future heroes, their potential immense but untapped.
You raised your hands towards the heavens and began to chant. The air around you shimmered, and ethereal forms began to materialize as the spirits of the grove responded to your call.
"Sons of Lorgar," you began, your voice resonating through the grove, "today, we seek to grant you the ability to shape yourselves into the forms of the people whose echoes you were formed from. This will allow you to walk among our people, to learn from them and teach them, to share in their lives and experiences."
The Space Marines stood silently, their expressions unreadable beneath their helmets. Closing your eyes, you reached deep into the well of your power, weaving the power that would grant them this ability.
As the power took shape, you sensed a resistance. It was as if the very fabric of reality was pushing back against your efforts. You pressed on, pouring more of your energy into the power, determined to succeed. The spirits around you began to murmur, their voices a mix of concern and curiosity.
The resistance grew stronger, and you realized that something was wrong. You stopped, opening your eyes and looking at the spirits for guidance. One of the spirits, an ancient and wise entity, stepped forward.
"There are three reasons why your action cannot succeed," the spirit said, its voice resonating with the weight of ages. "The first reason is that these warriors have no personalities of their own. The wish to shape themselves into the forms of others is not their own desire, but yours. They cannot be bound to a wish that they do not truly wish for."
You nodded, understanding the spirit's words. You turned to the Thousand Space Marines, seeing them in a new light. They were powerful, yes, but they lacked the individuality that would allow them to truly become one with the people of Colchis. They were echoes, reflections of the heroes of the past and future, but they had yet to find their own identities.
You paused, contemplating the next steps and awaiting the spirit's further explanation.
The spirit continued, its ancient eyes gleaming with a knowing light. "The second reason," it intoned, "is that this transformation would sever their connection to the child of light's essence. They are not merely warriors; they are Gene-sons of the child of light, drinking from the same cup. Any deviation from this would mean they lose that intrinsic link, weakening their bond with the child of light himself."
Your heart sank slightly at this revelation. The connection between Lorgar and his sons was sacred, a bond that had been carefully nurtured. You understood the gravity of severing such a connection and knew it was not a path you could afford to take.
"The final reason," it began, "is intricately linked to the second. It pertains to the very nature of the Blood of Lorgar. This essence is extremely stable, declaring unequivocally what it is to be a son of Lorgar, and by that very same act, declaring what it is not to be his son."
Lorgar and you listened intently, the gravity of the spirit's words settling over you both like a heavy mantle.
The spirit continued, "This purity inherent in the Child of Light's blood changes the mortal down to their very essence. It removes any and all prior gifts and curses, cleansing and refining them until they are sons of the Child of Light in full."
You nodded, beginning to understand the profound implications of this transformation.
The spirit's gaze was unwavering as it explained further. "However, this purity comes at a price. It imposes a rigid order upon all sons of Child. This essence, while immensely powerful, is also inflexible. The very stability that grants them their power and connection to the Child also limits their capacity for change."
Lorgar's expression grew thoughtful as he absorbed this information. The spirit's words had illuminated the core of the issue.
"So," Lorgar said slowly, "the very essence that makes them powerful and connected to me also binds them to a specific form and nature."
"Precisely," the spirit affirmed. "Your Essence defines what it means to be one of your sons, creating a strong, unyielding identity. Any attempt to alter this would break that definition, severing the connection and the power that comes with it. Their purity is their strength, but it is also their boundary."
You felt a deep respect for the wisdom of the spirits and the intricacies of Lorgar's legacy.
"This rigidity," you said, "is both their shield and their constraint."
The spirit nodded approvingly. "Yes. The strength of the Child's sons lies in their unwavering identity. To seek flexibility outside of this would be to weaken them. Instead, you must find ways to enhance and empower them within the framework of their true nature."
Lorgar's eyes met yours, a silent understanding passing between you.
"We will find a way," you said with quiet determination. "We will honor their essence and their bond to me while seeking new paths to integrate them with our people."
As the assembly began to disperse, the air grew still, and a profound silence settled over the grove. The spirits, sensing an imminent arrival, fell silent, their ethereal forms shimmering with anticipation. From the depths of the sacred forest, a presence began to emerge—ancient, powerful, and almost forgotten.
The leaves rustled gently, parting to reveal a towering figure bathed in a soft, otherworldly glow. The spirit was ancient beyond measure, its form shifting and ethereal, like a dream half-remembered. Its eyes were deep pools of wisdom, and its voice, when it spoke, was like the whisper of time itself.
"In dreams of yore and ages past,
Where whispers of the ancient last,
I come to thee, O children of light and sun,
With echoes from the realm of afar."
The spirit's voice was both a song and a poem, weaving a tapestry of words that resonated deep within your soul. You felt the weight of its presence, a being who had witnessed the birth of worlds and the fall of empires.
"Who are you?" you asked, your voice filled with reverence.
"I am Aelindra, the Dreamweaver," the spirit replied, its words flowing like a gentle stream. "I have seen the rise and fall of countless realms, and in my heart, the wisdom of eternity dwells. I have heard thy plea, O beloved of Colchis, and I bring forth an offer for thy thousand kin."
Lorgar stepped forward, his eyes wide with awe and curiosity. "What is this offer, ancient one?" he asked.
Aelindra's gaze shifted to Lorgar, its eyes reflecting the light of a thousand stars.
"To honor their essence and thy bond so true,
I offer a journey to the thousand of you.
A path through dreams, a trial of the soul,
To forge their minds and make them whole."
The spirit's words hung in the air, filling the grove with a sense of wonder and possibility.
"The journey will take a year and a day,
Through realms of thought where shadows play.
They shall return with minds of steel,
And hearts of men, their true selves reveal."
You and Lorgar exchanged glances, understanding the gravity of such an offer. The Thousand Space Marines stood silently, awaiting your decision.
"What must we do?" you asked.
Aelindra extended its hand, a gesture both commanding and gentle. "Bring forth thy thousand, let them stand,
In the circle of dreams, at my command.
I shall guide them through the veil so thin,
To the realm where their journey shall begin."
With a nod, you called the Thousand Space Marines to form a circle around Aelindra. The grove seemed to shimmer with anticipation as the ancient spirit began to weave its magic.
The air grew thick with energy, and the boundaries between the physical and spiritual realms began to blur. The Thousand stood resolute, their armor gleaming in the fading light. Aelindra's voice rose in a melodic chant, each word imbued with power and purpose.
"In dreams of old and futures bright,
I weave the threads of endless night.
To realms of thought, thy kin shall go,
To forge their minds and strength bestow."
Aelindra's presence seemed to grow, encompassing the entire grove. The Thousand Space Marines, bathed in the spirit's ethereal light, stood motionless, their eyes closed as they prepared for the journey ahead.
"The path is set, the way is clear,
A journey long, devoid of fear.
A year and a day through realms unknown,
To return with minds like steel, full-grown."
As the spirit's chant continued, a portal began to form in the center of the circle, shimmering with otherworldly energy. The Thousand Space Marines, still and silent, awaited the final command.
You and Lorgar stood at the edge of the circle, feeling the weight of the decision before you. The offer was both a blessing and a challenge, a chance to transform the Thousand into something greater but at the cost of time and uncertainty.
Lorgar turned to you, his expression one of deep contemplation. "This journey... it is not without risks. But the rewards...."
You nodded, understanding the gravity of the choice before you. The grove, now filled with the light of the ancient spirit, seemed to hold its breath, awaiting your decision.
In that moment, you and Lorgar stood on the precipice of change, contemplating the path that lay ahead. The offer of the ancient spirit was both a promise and a test, and the future of the Thousand hung in the balance.
KNOWLEDGE:
Space Marines are intrinsically linked to a Primarch's mythos, to the point that they can feel the death of a Primarch (Canon). The Mythos empowers the Space Marine, giving them an X Factor, making them a minor warp being and a magical being.
This allows them to win even when they normally should not and otherwise not be affected by things that could affect normal mortals. They have been enhanced as much on a spiritual level as they are on a physical one.
YOU CAN grant them mutations etc. But Space Marines are forged from a very specific template and Lorgar's gene-seed is even more specific.
So while you can give ANYONE the gene-organs of the Space Marine, grant them mutations etc, they will not be able to connect to the Mythos and lose that benefit.
A regular Marine can be granted any Mutation but loses connection to the Primarch. A Marine with an Awakened Mythos cannot get any Mutations that are not part of the Lores you have unlocked.
Both regular marines and Awakened marines CAN be granted mutations, only those that align with the Primarch's Lore and Regular marines can only Essence Mutations (Though if a mutation can be upgraded, then repurchase counts as one) while awakened ones can get as many aligned/Lore mutations as they want.
WANT THE WISH:
You can only grant wishes if the person truly wants it. So they at the minimum need a Major intimacy to back up the desire for it to work. Charm made intimacy, magical intimacy, mind control or Mythos induced intimacies do not work.
CHOICE:
[] Allow them to go on the journey (They will be unavailable till the end of Turn 9)
- The journey can provide each marine with unique experiences that foster personal development and individuality, moving them beyond being merely soldiers to fully realized individuals.
- Exposure to various spiritual and emotional challenges can strengthen their mental resilience and emotional stability, essential for handling the rigors of battle and the moral complexities of warfare.
- Marines with well-developed personalities and individual strengths can approach problems and tactical situations with greater creativity and flexibility.
- As the marines develop unique personalities, their individual desires and goals may diverge, potentially leading to conflicts and a loss of cohesion within the unit.
- The intense introspection and transformation might cause some marines to struggle with their identities, leading to confusion and decreased effectiveness.
- The results of the journey are unpredictable. Some marines might not benefit as intended, leading to an uneven distribution of growth and development across the unit.
