Eleusis part 0.1
ganonso
Compulsive Quest Starter
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- PACA France
Eleusis part 0.1
Enlightenment comes from the strangest places. You have grown listening to the tales of those chosen by His majesty and bearing the power of His will. You know of the warriors who face impossible odds and yet persevere and are revealed as servants of Him on earth exalted above all others. You know of the preachers whose voice is full of thunder and whose aura captivates crowds as they push them onwards and drive them to righteous frenzy. You know of the wise whose knowledge comes from His and partake of His wisdom. You know of those who tremble in His immortal shadow and yet bring terror to the unrighteous.
You are not them. You never aspired to be them. Perhaps once when you were a maiden you dreamt of gold and light but holiness is not an affair of desire. It is discipline and eternal watchfulness. You bear the duties of Abbess with pride but you never wished to add to them. And yet when it comes to you, you cannot refuse. For when you hear the voice of the Emperor, the only answer is to declare yourself His servant in all things great or small and praise Him for your luck.
It comes to you in the middle of the war council. You see them discuss how the world of Eleusis will be fought for. They fight among themselves. Generals of the Imperial Guard with different ideas. Mechanicus prelates more machine than mortal men and yet revering His wisdom. Astartes commanders proud of their Legions tallying their objectives. They fight among themselves. Not all the reasons are bad. A Tyranid invasion is something so dreadful and so final, no standard procedure was ever drafted to fight them, especially no standard procedures able to save the world where they occur. You are a single voice in the council, a voice among all the chatter and the noise. You defend the use of the Sisterhood, providing the advice of your experiences and weaving your forces in the great Imperial tapestry. And yet you grow angry. You grow angry with how the Crusade is managed, how ressources necessary for the defense of Mankind against the Great Enemy or the Devourer. You hate the Tau as you should but you recognize the worlds they take are salvageable. They will be conquered. They will be purged from divisive elements. The population will be reeducated. But having been under Tau control will never subject a world to the fires of Exterminatus by itself. The Lord Militant is a fool if he believes otherwise.
Your anger turns to righteous wrath for you understand. This war council is a reflection of Humanity as a whole. The Great Crusade sought to unite Man against the darkness beyond and now you see its legacy. A pack of wolves fighting themselves as the hunter grows ever near. You will not stand for it. You resolve to do the impossible, to push them all to agree. You open your mouth and…
The whole room now shines in gold. The halls of the Watch-Fortress now bear tapestries of ancient times, of the great victories of Mankind. Horus' heir, great Macharius who arrived at the galaxy's edge smiles at you from his triumphal procession. The other members of the council seem fixed in place by a higher power as you rise and let your gauntlet hands caress the golden armor of the general, remembering his works and the forces he had under his command. Fingers must close in a fist. From the many must come one force who is better than any of its individual parts. So speaks the Tactica and so speaks the commands of the Emperor.
INDEED DAUGHTER!
You turn at the voice that shakes sea and stars and you see… You see Him. You know it's Him! He looks like the icons of your worlds with long black hair and jewels upon skin as dark as yours. A gem stands in the middle of his front and you kneel before gazing too much into the fire that can burn worlds asunder.
YOU WOULD MAKE WHOLE THAT WHICH HAS BEEN TAKEN APART. IN THAT YOU ARE MY DAUGHTER NOW AND FOREVER.
I KNOW YOU ASTERIA MAHARANI. I KNOW YOU AND NAME YOU BLESSED AND BELOVED FOR YOUR SERVICE PAST, PRESENT, AND TO COME.
KNOW WHATEVER HAPPENS YOU ARE EXALTED IN MY SIGHT!
The vision ends and for a moment you would think you have dreamt. Yet when you speak, you sense power and for a moment every speaker hearkens to your command to stop. The representative from the Sons of Horus looks at you with the face of the Warmaster and his retort seems to die in his throat. There is no sound from the priests from Mars except of course the whirring of their engines. Your anger is given voice and you berate them. You berate them from their infighting and their shortsighted ways. You berate them for struggling with each other when they should be facing the true foes of Mankind. You berate them to have made this council a mockery. Now you will have order at least. You will listen to each other with respect due to fellow servants of humanity and you will appraise each decision based on what is best for Mankind and not petty grievances or thirst for glory.
And to everyone's surprise, even your own, they listen to you as you arbitrate their debates.
This is not the only miracle of the day. As they speak and weave a coherent plan which for once takes advantage of the Imperium's vast arsenal you see the tapestry of war as you never saw it before. You take to a cogitator when they mention supply problems and the Munitorum's bureaucracy and without even thinking hard you cut through the trail of bureaucracy and speed the wheels of progress. You do not realize what happened to you. Until an Inquisitor approaches you and notices your eyes are glowing golden.
You are of course immediately taken for questioning but such torments are quick. The relics of your Order confirm it, the gaze of Neferou of the Thousand Sons made it beyond a doubt. You have been touched by the Emperor and glow with the light of the Living Saint and none are more surprised than yourself for that. If you survive the campaign then your position will change but you are the first to point you could be heading to glorious martyrdom.
As a Living Saint of the Eclipse you have reached the peak of human potential but there is an Aspect of your sainthood that shines brighter than the rest. Choose 1
[] Master Bureaucrat: You are able to navigate the maze of the Imperium's institutions to your advantage like no one has ever done before.
[] Eye of the Explorer: Nothing is really foreign to you and you are able to adapt to the manifold cultures of the Imperium
[] Lord of the Void: You are able to steer ships and have an understanding of void combat
[] Voice of the Emperor: You are able to navigate the maze of Imperium's subgroups, speaking to each in its native language and weaving them in an harmonious whole.
You are also strong in one form of combat above all others.
[] The Blade
[] The Gun
[] The Fist (and assorted Martial Arts)
You must also choose what forces will accompany you on Eleusis
Remember you chose as objective: The Hunt: Leaving the defense of the wall to the soldiers of the Guard, the Sisters of Battle hunted across the planet the terrible creatures of the Hive, slaying them before they reached the wall. Separated in many elite groups they harried Tyrants and Synapses, breaking the back of the Swarm. Objective: Targeted assassination
Command (Fixed)
Abbess' Honor Guard
Troops
Sororitas Mission : 6 Battle Sisters Squads, 3 Celestians, 3 Dominion Squads, 3 Retributor Squads
Support (3)
Angelic Host: 5 Seraphim Squads
Exorcist Congregations: 6 Exorcists
Faithful Throng: Ministorum Priests, 6 Frateris Militia Squads, 3 Death Cults Squads
Purgation Squadron: 3 Dominion Squads, 3 Retributors Squads
Repentant Host: Repentia Sisters, Arco-Flagellants, Penitent Engines
Righteous Lances: 3 Chevalier Squads, 3 Mortia Squads
Witch-Hunting Conclave : Inquisitor, Celestian Squad
Allies (1)
Deathwatch Kill Team
Imperial Guard Platoon
Astartes Demi-Company
Skitarii Maniple
Enlightenment comes from the strangest places. You have grown listening to the tales of those chosen by His majesty and bearing the power of His will. You know of the warriors who face impossible odds and yet persevere and are revealed as servants of Him on earth exalted above all others. You know of the preachers whose voice is full of thunder and whose aura captivates crowds as they push them onwards and drive them to righteous frenzy. You know of the wise whose knowledge comes from His and partake of His wisdom. You know of those who tremble in His immortal shadow and yet bring terror to the unrighteous.
You are not them. You never aspired to be them. Perhaps once when you were a maiden you dreamt of gold and light but holiness is not an affair of desire. It is discipline and eternal watchfulness. You bear the duties of Abbess with pride but you never wished to add to them. And yet when it comes to you, you cannot refuse. For when you hear the voice of the Emperor, the only answer is to declare yourself His servant in all things great or small and praise Him for your luck.
It comes to you in the middle of the war council. You see them discuss how the world of Eleusis will be fought for. They fight among themselves. Generals of the Imperial Guard with different ideas. Mechanicus prelates more machine than mortal men and yet revering His wisdom. Astartes commanders proud of their Legions tallying their objectives. They fight among themselves. Not all the reasons are bad. A Tyranid invasion is something so dreadful and so final, no standard procedure was ever drafted to fight them, especially no standard procedures able to save the world where they occur. You are a single voice in the council, a voice among all the chatter and the noise. You defend the use of the Sisterhood, providing the advice of your experiences and weaving your forces in the great Imperial tapestry. And yet you grow angry. You grow angry with how the Crusade is managed, how ressources necessary for the defense of Mankind against the Great Enemy or the Devourer. You hate the Tau as you should but you recognize the worlds they take are salvageable. They will be conquered. They will be purged from divisive elements. The population will be reeducated. But having been under Tau control will never subject a world to the fires of Exterminatus by itself. The Lord Militant is a fool if he believes otherwise.
Your anger turns to righteous wrath for you understand. This war council is a reflection of Humanity as a whole. The Great Crusade sought to unite Man against the darkness beyond and now you see its legacy. A pack of wolves fighting themselves as the hunter grows ever near. You will not stand for it. You resolve to do the impossible, to push them all to agree. You open your mouth and…
The whole room now shines in gold. The halls of the Watch-Fortress now bear tapestries of ancient times, of the great victories of Mankind. Horus' heir, great Macharius who arrived at the galaxy's edge smiles at you from his triumphal procession. The other members of the council seem fixed in place by a higher power as you rise and let your gauntlet hands caress the golden armor of the general, remembering his works and the forces he had under his command. Fingers must close in a fist. From the many must come one force who is better than any of its individual parts. So speaks the Tactica and so speaks the commands of the Emperor.
INDEED DAUGHTER!
You turn at the voice that shakes sea and stars and you see… You see Him. You know it's Him! He looks like the icons of your worlds with long black hair and jewels upon skin as dark as yours. A gem stands in the middle of his front and you kneel before gazing too much into the fire that can burn worlds asunder.
YOU WOULD MAKE WHOLE THAT WHICH HAS BEEN TAKEN APART. IN THAT YOU ARE MY DAUGHTER NOW AND FOREVER.
I KNOW YOU ASTERIA MAHARANI. I KNOW YOU AND NAME YOU BLESSED AND BELOVED FOR YOUR SERVICE PAST, PRESENT, AND TO COME.
KNOW WHATEVER HAPPENS YOU ARE EXALTED IN MY SIGHT!
The vision ends and for a moment you would think you have dreamt. Yet when you speak, you sense power and for a moment every speaker hearkens to your command to stop. The representative from the Sons of Horus looks at you with the face of the Warmaster and his retort seems to die in his throat. There is no sound from the priests from Mars except of course the whirring of their engines. Your anger is given voice and you berate them. You berate them from their infighting and their shortsighted ways. You berate them for struggling with each other when they should be facing the true foes of Mankind. You berate them to have made this council a mockery. Now you will have order at least. You will listen to each other with respect due to fellow servants of humanity and you will appraise each decision based on what is best for Mankind and not petty grievances or thirst for glory.
And to everyone's surprise, even your own, they listen to you as you arbitrate their debates.
This is not the only miracle of the day. As they speak and weave a coherent plan which for once takes advantage of the Imperium's vast arsenal you see the tapestry of war as you never saw it before. You take to a cogitator when they mention supply problems and the Munitorum's bureaucracy and without even thinking hard you cut through the trail of bureaucracy and speed the wheels of progress. You do not realize what happened to you. Until an Inquisitor approaches you and notices your eyes are glowing golden.
You are of course immediately taken for questioning but such torments are quick. The relics of your Order confirm it, the gaze of Neferou of the Thousand Sons made it beyond a doubt. You have been touched by the Emperor and glow with the light of the Living Saint and none are more surprised than yourself for that. If you survive the campaign then your position will change but you are the first to point you could be heading to glorious martyrdom.
As a Living Saint of the Eclipse you have reached the peak of human potential but there is an Aspect of your sainthood that shines brighter than the rest. Choose 1
[] Master Bureaucrat: You are able to navigate the maze of the Imperium's institutions to your advantage like no one has ever done before.
[] Eye of the Explorer: Nothing is really foreign to you and you are able to adapt to the manifold cultures of the Imperium
[] Lord of the Void: You are able to steer ships and have an understanding of void combat
[] Voice of the Emperor: You are able to navigate the maze of Imperium's subgroups, speaking to each in its native language and weaving them in an harmonious whole.
You are also strong in one form of combat above all others.
[] The Blade
[] The Gun
[] The Fist (and assorted Martial Arts)
You must also choose what forces will accompany you on Eleusis
Remember you chose as objective: The Hunt: Leaving the defense of the wall to the soldiers of the Guard, the Sisters of Battle hunted across the planet the terrible creatures of the Hive, slaying them before they reached the wall. Separated in many elite groups they harried Tyrants and Synapses, breaking the back of the Swarm. Objective: Targeted assassination
Command (Fixed)
Abbess' Honor Guard
Troops
Sororitas Mission : 6 Battle Sisters Squads, 3 Celestians, 3 Dominion Squads, 3 Retributor Squads
Support (3)
Angelic Host: 5 Seraphim Squads
Exorcist Congregations: 6 Exorcists
Faithful Throng: Ministorum Priests, 6 Frateris Militia Squads, 3 Death Cults Squads
Purgation Squadron: 3 Dominion Squads, 3 Retributors Squads
Repentant Host: Repentia Sisters, Arco-Flagellants, Penitent Engines
Righteous Lances: 3 Chevalier Squads, 3 Mortia Squads
Witch-Hunting Conclave : Inquisitor, Celestian Squad
Allies (1)
Deathwatch Kill Team
Imperial Guard Platoon
Astartes Demi-Company
Skitarii Maniple
