- Pronouns
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Your tying its success to later action confused me, sorry. The implication seemed to be that the vote option itself wouldn't achieve what the vote option said it would, which would be ineffectual.
Deus Pater (Exalted/40k)
- Thread starter Maugan Ra
- Start date
- Crossover
- Location
- London, England
Vote Called, by virtue of how I've already started writing the next update. Should hopefully be done in an hour or two.
Expose wins.
Expose wins.
Chapter IV. Expose the Guilty
- Location
- London, England
"Brothers and Sisters," you say, raising your hands from their rest to bring all attention to you, "thank you for attending on such short notice. I assure you, the matter at hand is one that will only benefit from your full attention."
You pause, but where before such a pronouncement would have sparked a flurry of whispers and comments, now the chamber stands utterly silent. You think several of the younger priests are even going so far as to hold their breath rather than risk disrupting whatever it is you intend to say, and even their elders are held spellbound by the natural authority suffusing your words.
"Let us confirm for the record that which a great many of us already know; one week ago, an Inquisitor of the Ordo Hereticus came to Sanguis," you continue, your voice as grim as any should be when speaking of such a dire threat, "his motive was to judge me and my flock, and determine for himself whether or not what I taught crossed the line into heresy against the God-Emperor and his Church. After three days of questioning and interrogation, he sent my flock to the pyre."
Several priests open their mouths at this, seemingly driven to the point of outright protest or enraged condemnation, but it is not your will that they speak just yet and so they do not. You think one or two of them actually look rather startled by the realization of their own silence, able to recognize the unusual nature of their passivity but unable to counteract it with that thought alone.
"On the steps of the cathedral I confronted him, and it was there that the Emperor came to me," you continue, your voice ringing out through the chamber, "and with His blessing I convinced the Inquisitor to stand down. He is gone, now, banished from the Sanguis system at my command."
In the eyes of many, accomplishing even that much must seem like a miracle in and of itself. The Holy Inquisition is the terror of mankind throughout the galaxy, and the thought of turning their judgement aside and commanding them to depart from your presence rather than persecute a writ of Heresy must seem like sheer fantasy. You could speak to them of how this was done, reveal your blessing and by the light of the Emperor bind the priesthood to your service in full measure, but that is not your priority today. They will know what transpired on those steps soon enough; for now, your priority is judgement.
"The Inquisition does not come unbeckoned, brothers and sisters, not to a world like this. Not to judge a man such as me," You say, and for all the arrogance such words should imply all here know them to be nothing less than the truth. The Ordos have authority beyond measure, but the Ecclesiarchy are the stewards of mankind's soul, and do not lightly brook interference with those who serve in their highest ranks. "One of you, a priest or priestess of Sanguis, called to them. One of you sought to have me removed from my post, sought to send my people to the pyre, sought to wield the Ordo Hereticus as your weapon. I would know who."
You stand then, rising from your throne to gaze down imperiously upon all those below, knowing full well the impact that such a gesture will have. Every part of a Cardinal's regalia is designed to maximize the impact the sight of you has upon the faithful, and your training has always been to capitalize upon such an influence, to use it as a lever to crack open the most stalwart heart and bring the truth within out into the light of day.
"Come then, oh judge," you roar, spreading your arms wide in mocking invitation, gaze sweeping back and forth across the ranks of priests below, "your conviction was enough to bring the Witch Hunters to our world, knowing that mere proximity might damn you if they found against me. Is it not sufficient to let you stand, now that your attack dogs have been sent whimpering back into the shadows? You have no further recourse, so speak now or forever hold your peace!"
"It is you that should hold their tongue!" A voice cries out in return, as below you one among the clergy rises to their feet amid a chorus of angry whispering, "Do not speak as though you are the righteous victim here, Ignatius!"
You look down upon the priest with a frown, taking in all the details of their appearance with a quick sweep of your eyes. A woman, late middle-age in appearance but given her rank that means nothing, with ash-blond hair and broadly muscled shoulders hidden beneath a robe trimmed in red and silver. She is looking up at you with a furious light in her eyes, and after a second's thought you place her name; this is Amelia, Arch-Deacon of Sanguis, the woman ultimately responsible for the collection and distribution of your planet's tithe and general funds.
"I am not the victim here, Amelia, and I make no claim to that effect," you reply, your hands balling into fists at your side, "the only victims were those your words of condemnation would have sent to the pyre, their only crime one of belief in what I taught them."
There is, for a moment, the slight flash of regret in the Deacon's eyes. She was a lay-priest prior to her ascension, you recall, the sort who oversaw the charitable missions that the Church undertakes in the less advantaged parts of Sanguis. Likely she identifies with the humble members of your flock more than another might, which merely raises the question of why she would go so far as to condemn them with such an accusation.
"I bore your flock no ill-will, Cardinal, but Heresy cannot be allowed to spread, and for the good of the many even the righteous few must sometimes be lost," she says, rallying from her momentary doubt with all the fires that conviction brings, "your words encouraged them to hide the taint of mutation, to embrace their cousins twisted by the warp, and that is a road that only ends in one place. Better a hundred innocents burn today than ten thousand a week from now."
Ah, of course. Yes, that would most certainly explain it. You have not been shy in your beliefs, of course, arguing continuously from the pulpit for the equality of all who hold a human soul. That one man is born with twisted flesh and another with the gift of the psyker makes them no less human, and while you do not condone those whose mutations come from the warp or ignore the dangers of unchecked wyrds there was always a chance that such a distinction would be lost upon many.
"It is a road that ends in one place because we allow it to reach no other, Deacon," you say, voice filled with all the conviction of your own beliefs, "there is another way, a better way, and with the Emperor's blessing I will lead us down it and into a brighter tomorrow."
The two of you might as well be alone in the room, for while there are hundreds of others in attendance none of them have the will or the desire to interrupt. Their hearts burn with fervour but there is as of yet no outlet for such great passion, and you know there is a danger here, for if you are unconvincing then that fire can rise to consume you just as easily as it could another.
"Do not speak such words so lightly, Cardinal," Amelia retorts, her sharp grey eyes burning with belief, "it is not for one man alone to determine the doctrine of this Church. Ten thousands years of faith and precedent has brought us to this point, and though you might well believe that those twisted of flesh are pure of mind, the Ecclesiarchy says different."
"Then the Ecclesiarchy is wrong," you say, and with a thought reach into your heart and grasp once more at the fire that the Emperor bestowed upon you. You fan the flames of your soul and they blaze brightly in response, visible to the eye as a halo around your head, a light without source or measure. "There is a better way, Amelia, and I would have you walk it at my side. Trust in me, repent for those deeds done with honest heart but mistaken thought, and we can move forwards together."
The Priestess stares at you in silent wonder, and her eyes shine with unshed tears. They are tears of mourning and regret, for she knows that she has been wrong and that many of her most fervent beliefs and decisions of the past were based on errors… but also of joy, for now there is a light that she might follow out of the shadow, a way forwards secure in the knowledge of the Emperor's guidance.
Before the eyes of hundreds, she sinks to her knees, ornate robes spread out around her in a great puddle as she presses forehead to stone in a gesture of adject surrender.
"I repent," she says, her voice hoarse, "and beg the chance to atone for my error in judgement."
"And you shall have it," you say, your voice kind as you gesture to the kneeling woman once again, "rise, Arch-Deacon, and return to your seat. You will atone through service, for I have plans for Sanguis that will require the resources you have marshaled."
The priestess rises, and when she returns to her seat it is to murmurs of support and admiration from those who cluster around her. You look upon the chamber and are pleased by what you see, for there is naught but support for you and your decision everywhere you look. To show mercy to one who opposed you in such a manner might be construed as weakness, but by acknowledging the loyalty of a woman who did her duty and acted out of faith you have done much to reduce the instinctive resistance to your new path into the future. That you did it while haloed in holy light like the saints of old is merely an additional benefit.
The rest of the conclave will be a simple matter, for your most direct foe has been swayed to your side and even those who still doubt your wisdom will know better than to speak out against you now. What remains, then, is to decide upon your next step.
You pause, but where before such a pronouncement would have sparked a flurry of whispers and comments, now the chamber stands utterly silent. You think several of the younger priests are even going so far as to hold their breath rather than risk disrupting whatever it is you intend to say, and even their elders are held spellbound by the natural authority suffusing your words.
"Let us confirm for the record that which a great many of us already know; one week ago, an Inquisitor of the Ordo Hereticus came to Sanguis," you continue, your voice as grim as any should be when speaking of such a dire threat, "his motive was to judge me and my flock, and determine for himself whether or not what I taught crossed the line into heresy against the God-Emperor and his Church. After three days of questioning and interrogation, he sent my flock to the pyre."
Several priests open their mouths at this, seemingly driven to the point of outright protest or enraged condemnation, but it is not your will that they speak just yet and so they do not. You think one or two of them actually look rather startled by the realization of their own silence, able to recognize the unusual nature of their passivity but unable to counteract it with that thought alone.
"On the steps of the cathedral I confronted him, and it was there that the Emperor came to me," you continue, your voice ringing out through the chamber, "and with His blessing I convinced the Inquisitor to stand down. He is gone, now, banished from the Sanguis system at my command."
In the eyes of many, accomplishing even that much must seem like a miracle in and of itself. The Holy Inquisition is the terror of mankind throughout the galaxy, and the thought of turning their judgement aside and commanding them to depart from your presence rather than persecute a writ of Heresy must seem like sheer fantasy. You could speak to them of how this was done, reveal your blessing and by the light of the Emperor bind the priesthood to your service in full measure, but that is not your priority today. They will know what transpired on those steps soon enough; for now, your priority is judgement.
"The Inquisition does not come unbeckoned, brothers and sisters, not to a world like this. Not to judge a man such as me," You say, and for all the arrogance such words should imply all here know them to be nothing less than the truth. The Ordos have authority beyond measure, but the Ecclesiarchy are the stewards of mankind's soul, and do not lightly brook interference with those who serve in their highest ranks. "One of you, a priest or priestess of Sanguis, called to them. One of you sought to have me removed from my post, sought to send my people to the pyre, sought to wield the Ordo Hereticus as your weapon. I would know who."
You stand then, rising from your throne to gaze down imperiously upon all those below, knowing full well the impact that such a gesture will have. Every part of a Cardinal's regalia is designed to maximize the impact the sight of you has upon the faithful, and your training has always been to capitalize upon such an influence, to use it as a lever to crack open the most stalwart heart and bring the truth within out into the light of day.
"Come then, oh judge," you roar, spreading your arms wide in mocking invitation, gaze sweeping back and forth across the ranks of priests below, "your conviction was enough to bring the Witch Hunters to our world, knowing that mere proximity might damn you if they found against me. Is it not sufficient to let you stand, now that your attack dogs have been sent whimpering back into the shadows? You have no further recourse, so speak now or forever hold your peace!"
**Maugan Ra** rolled **9** <9; 2; 2; 3; 2; 2; 3; 5; 8; 10; 3; (0;5); 10; 7> # Inspire Fervour [ID: 57909]
That was a Charisma+Performance roll, benefitting from double 9s, rerolled 1s and a single automatic success. An inspire action can be used to create a strong emotion in the minds and hearts of others, which they will then act on in some significant fashion; if you inspire sorrow in a wealthy merchant, he might retreat and weep in private for an hour or he might be moved to perform some act of charity in memory of his deceased wife. You do not have any fine control over the precise form of the action taken, so it's probably a good idea to get a read on someone's personality and beliefs before driving them into a frothing rage.
In this case Ignatius was attempting to inspire an emotion of Righteous Fervour, and with nine successes was extremely successful.
That was a Charisma+Performance roll, benefitting from double 9s, rerolled 1s and a single automatic success. An inspire action can be used to create a strong emotion in the minds and hearts of others, which they will then act on in some significant fashion; if you inspire sorrow in a wealthy merchant, he might retreat and weep in private for an hour or he might be moved to perform some act of charity in memory of his deceased wife. You do not have any fine control over the precise form of the action taken, so it's probably a good idea to get a read on someone's personality and beliefs before driving them into a frothing rage.
In this case Ignatius was attempting to inspire an emotion of Righteous Fervour, and with nine successes was extremely successful.
"It is you that should hold their tongue!" A voice cries out in return, as below you one among the clergy rises to their feet amid a chorus of angry whispering, "Do not speak as though you are the righteous victim here, Ignatius!"
You look down upon the priest with a frown, taking in all the details of their appearance with a quick sweep of your eyes. A woman, late middle-age in appearance but given her rank that means nothing, with ash-blond hair and broadly muscled shoulders hidden beneath a robe trimmed in red and silver. She is looking up at you with a furious light in her eyes, and after a second's thought you place her name; this is Amelia, Arch-Deacon of Sanguis, the woman ultimately responsible for the collection and distribution of your planet's tithe and general funds.
"I am not the victim here, Amelia, and I make no claim to that effect," you reply, your hands balling into fists at your side, "the only victims were those your words of condemnation would have sent to the pyre, their only crime one of belief in what I taught them."
There is, for a moment, the slight flash of regret in the Deacon's eyes. She was a lay-priest prior to her ascension, you recall, the sort who oversaw the charitable missions that the Church undertakes in the less advantaged parts of Sanguis. Likely she identifies with the humble members of your flock more than another might, which merely raises the question of why she would go so far as to condemn them with such an accusation.
"I bore your flock no ill-will, Cardinal, but Heresy cannot be allowed to spread, and for the good of the many even the righteous few must sometimes be lost," she says, rallying from her momentary doubt with all the fires that conviction brings, "your words encouraged them to hide the taint of mutation, to embrace their cousins twisted by the warp, and that is a road that only ends in one place. Better a hundred innocents burn today than ten thousand a week from now."
Ah, of course. Yes, that would most certainly explain it. You have not been shy in your beliefs, of course, arguing continuously from the pulpit for the equality of all who hold a human soul. That one man is born with twisted flesh and another with the gift of the psyker makes them no less human, and while you do not condone those whose mutations come from the warp or ignore the dangers of unchecked wyrds there was always a chance that such a distinction would be lost upon many.
"It is a road that ends in one place because we allow it to reach no other, Deacon," you say, voice filled with all the conviction of your own beliefs, "there is another way, a better way, and with the Emperor's blessing I will lead us down it and into a brighter tomorrow."
The two of you might as well be alone in the room, for while there are hundreds of others in attendance none of them have the will or the desire to interrupt. Their hearts burn with fervour but there is as of yet no outlet for such great passion, and you know there is a danger here, for if you are unconvincing then that fire can rise to consume you just as easily as it could another.
"Do not speak such words so lightly, Cardinal," Amelia retorts, her sharp grey eyes burning with belief, "it is not for one man alone to determine the doctrine of this Church. Ten thousands years of faith and precedent has brought us to this point, and though you might well believe that those twisted of flesh are pure of mind, the Ecclesiarchy says different."
"Then the Ecclesiarchy is wrong," you say, and with a thought reach into your heart and grasp once more at the fire that the Emperor bestowed upon you. You fan the flames of your soul and they blaze brightly in response, visible to the eye as a halo around your head, a light without source or measure. "There is a better way, Amelia, and I would have you walk it at my side. Trust in me, repent for those deeds done with honest heart but mistaken thought, and we can move forwards together."
**Maugan Ra** rolled **13** <6; 6; 2; 10; 7; 10; 9; 9; 10; 9; 8; 5; 5> # Ignatius offers penance [ID: 57910]
Ignatius is rolling his Charisma+Presence pool to convince Amelia to undertake a specific action. He gets three bonus dice from Harmonious Presence Mediation, adds an automatic success from a Glowing level of anima, and adds one more from Listener Swaying Argument. Amelia is getting three bonus points of resolve from somewhere, so he gains another dice on top as per LSA.
**Maugan Ra** rolled **6** <2; 7; 5; 6; 10; 3; 4; 10> # Amelia stands her ground [ID: 57911]
Arch-Deacon Amelia rolls to resist the influence (significant characters get to roll at times like this if desired, while minor ones just take the average of their dice pool). She has a major intimacy that resists your influence, but another that supports it, and so she averages out to one automatic bonus success. You don't get to know what they are without deliberate study. In any case, she is soundly beaten.
Ignatius is rolling his Charisma+Presence pool to convince Amelia to undertake a specific action. He gets three bonus dice from Harmonious Presence Mediation, adds an automatic success from a Glowing level of anima, and adds one more from Listener Swaying Argument. Amelia is getting three bonus points of resolve from somewhere, so he gains another dice on top as per LSA.
**Maugan Ra** rolled **6** <2; 7; 5; 6; 10; 3; 4; 10> # Amelia stands her ground [ID: 57911]
Arch-Deacon Amelia rolls to resist the influence (significant characters get to roll at times like this if desired, while minor ones just take the average of their dice pool). She has a major intimacy that resists your influence, but another that supports it, and so she averages out to one automatic bonus success. You don't get to know what they are without deliberate study. In any case, she is soundly beaten.
The Priestess stares at you in silent wonder, and her eyes shine with unshed tears. They are tears of mourning and regret, for she knows that she has been wrong and that many of her most fervent beliefs and decisions of the past were based on errors… but also of joy, for now there is a light that she might follow out of the shadow, a way forwards secure in the knowledge of the Emperor's guidance.
Before the eyes of hundreds, she sinks to her knees, ornate robes spread out around her in a great puddle as she presses forehead to stone in a gesture of adject surrender.
"I repent," she says, her voice hoarse, "and beg the chance to atone for my error in judgement."
"And you shall have it," you say, your voice kind as you gesture to the kneeling woman once again, "rise, Arch-Deacon, and return to your seat. You will atone through service, for I have plans for Sanguis that will require the resources you have marshaled."
The priestess rises, and when she returns to her seat it is to murmurs of support and admiration from those who cluster around her. You look upon the chamber and are pleased by what you see, for there is naught but support for you and your decision everywhere you look. To show mercy to one who opposed you in such a manner might be construed as weakness, but by acknowledging the loyalty of a woman who did her duty and acted out of faith you have done much to reduce the instinctive resistance to your new path into the future. That you did it while haloed in holy light like the saints of old is merely an additional benefit.
The rest of the conclave will be a simple matter, for your most direct foe has been swayed to your side and even those who still doubt your wisdom will know better than to speak out against you now. What remains, then, is to decide upon your next step.
Article: The Priests of Sanguis are now on your side, and will begin working to convert the population at large. What do you wish to do now?
[ ] Approach the Sisters. Doubtless the Sororitas know of what has happened by now, from your adoring guard if nothing else. It would be best to speak with them soon, before they can form their own opinion of these events in total isolation.
[ ] Explore your Potential. You just swayed an entire room of priests and turned a woman who sought your demise into an ardent follower. The experience awakened something within you; by taking the time to reflect, you feel sure you could unlock even greater abilities yet.
[ ] Lead by Example. You have spoken of the inherent worth of any with a human soul, but words are cheap and deeds are meaningful. Sanguis has its own underclass of mutants, as do many worlds; approach them, and welcome them into your flock.
[ ] Speak with the Sword. While you are in orbit, it would be a good idea to reach out and seek connection with the local Imperial Navy detachment. They are in possession of enough firepower to level all of Sanguis if the need should strike them, and it is better not to have such a dire threat hanging overhead.
[ ] Write in
- Location
- United States of America
[X] Approach the Sisters. Doubtless the Sororitas know of what has happened by now, from your adoring guard if nothing else. It would be best to speak with them soon, before they can form their own opinion of these events in total isolation.
- Location
- Austria
Okay, I am not sure what to do next.
Approaching the Navy while we can is a good idea, but it may be premature without ensuring Sisters are on our side as an escort or so. We are not combat-specced, so we cannot, if worst happens, fight our way out of Navy's ship.
Consolidating our sway with Ecclesiarchy via approaching Sororitas would make plenty of sense, plus text suggests they may start thinking weird thoughts otherwise.
[X] Approach the Sisters. Doubtless the Sororitas know of what has happened by now, from your adoring guard if nothing else. It would be best to speak with them soon, before they can form their own opinion of these events in total isolation.
Approaching the Navy while we can is a good idea, but it may be premature without ensuring Sisters are on our side as an escort or so. We are not combat-specced, so we cannot, if worst happens, fight our way out of Navy's ship.
Consolidating our sway with Ecclesiarchy via approaching Sororitas would make plenty of sense, plus text suggests they may start thinking weird thoughts otherwise.
[X] Approach the Sisters. Doubtless the Sororitas know of what has happened by now, from your adoring guard if nothing else. It would be best to speak with them soon, before they can form their own opinion of these events in total isolation.
Terran Imperium
[French]
- Location
- Southern France
[X] Approach the Sisters. Doubtless the Sororitas know of what has happened by now, from your adoring guard if nothing else. It would be best to speak with them soon, before they can form their own opinion of these events in total isolation.
- Location
- Germany
[X] Approach the Sisters. Doubtless the Sororitas know of what has happened by now, from your adoring guard if nothing else. It would be best to speak with them soon, before they can form their own opinion of these events in total isolation.
[X] Approach the Sisters. Doubtless the Sororitas know of what has happened by now, from your adoring guard if nothing else. It would be best to speak with them soon, before they can form their own opinion of these events in total isolation.
[X] Speak with the Sword. While you are in orbit, it would be a good idea to reach out and seek connection with the local Imperial Navy detachment. They are in possession of enough firepower to level all of Sanguis if the need should strike them, and it is better not to have such a dire threat hanging overhead.
- Location
- United States
[x] Approach the Sisters. Doubtless the Sororitas know of what has happened by now, from your adoring guard if nothing else. It would be best to speak with them soon, before they can form their own opinion of these events in total isolation.
Powerofmind
In Madness Fallen
- Location
- United States
I never get tired of epic debate scenes.
I'm genuinely scared of leaving the battle nuns to themselves at this point, and without the assurance of the powers that be regionally it will be harder for the local navy to get enough conviction to act right away.
I'm genuinely scared of leaving the battle nuns to themselves at this point, and without the assurance of the powers that be regionally it will be harder for the local navy to get enough conviction to act right away.
- Location
- Italia
[X] Approach the Sisters. Doubtless the Sororitas know of what has happened by now, from your adoring guard if nothing else. It would be best to speak with them soon, before they can form their own opinion of these events in total isolation.
- Location
- va
[X] Approach the Sisters. Doubtless the Sororitas know of what has happened by now, from your adoring guard if nothing else. It would be best to speak with them soon, before they can form their own opinion of these events in total isolation.
Truth be told I'm torn between meeting the sisters and leading by example.
Approaching the sisters. To put it bluntly; they are our biggest threat now that we have the Ecclesiarchy on board and the inquisitor banished. Wether we are seen as emissaries of the Emperor blessed with a fraction of his power or just another psycher cursed with powers far beyond our control is ultimately up to them. More than a few people have conquered world in the Imperium through mind control (which is precisely what we have; no amount of charisma will sway an inquisitor or twist the views of a lifelong fanatic) and they know it, if we don't convince them that our intentions are noble they'll burn us. 'Holy power' be damned.
On the other hand we face a ticking clock; sooner or later someone higher up in the Ecclesiarchy or worse another inquisitor is going to show up demanding answers. Sure we have the local priesthoods obedience for now but they've spent their entire lives having very specific truths hammered into them and are ultimately only loyal to the position not the person (even those in the room only believe in us not our beliefs). If we are going to have our changes take hold we need to get them out their preaching the new doctrine; to get them reaching out to everyone. Have them pretend to care so that they genuinely start to care. The only way we'll get the priests to to really commit though is to join them and lead by example.
So two vital actions we need to take. And only one slot. Bugger.
Speaking with the sword is something that can be put off; unless someone with serious rank (The planetary governor an inquisitor or you) gets on the horn or the planet spontaneously ignites they are going to keep doing what they are already doing. Patrol and protect the system; they may act as a last resort for heresy but the small scale stuff is strictly for the groundpounders to deal with.
Exploring our potential seems great as we are going to need every scrap of power; if we didn't need to deal one way or another with the sword/s of Damocles hanging over our head.
Approaching the sisters. To put it bluntly; they are our biggest threat now that we have the Ecclesiarchy on board and the inquisitor banished. Wether we are seen as emissaries of the Emperor blessed with a fraction of his power or just another psycher cursed with powers far beyond our control is ultimately up to them. More than a few people have conquered world in the Imperium through mind control (which is precisely what we have; no amount of charisma will sway an inquisitor or twist the views of a lifelong fanatic) and they know it, if we don't convince them that our intentions are noble they'll burn us. 'Holy power' be damned.
On the other hand we face a ticking clock; sooner or later someone higher up in the Ecclesiarchy or worse another inquisitor is going to show up demanding answers. Sure we have the local priesthoods obedience for now but they've spent their entire lives having very specific truths hammered into them and are ultimately only loyal to the position not the person (even those in the room only believe in us not our beliefs). If we are going to have our changes take hold we need to get them out their preaching the new doctrine; to get them reaching out to everyone. Have them pretend to care so that they genuinely start to care. The only way we'll get the priests to to really commit though is to join them and lead by example.
So two vital actions we need to take. And only one slot. Bugger.
Speaking with the sword is something that can be put off; unless someone with serious rank (The planetary governor an inquisitor or you) gets on the horn or the planet spontaneously ignites they are going to keep doing what they are already doing. Patrol and protect the system; they may act as a last resort for heresy but the small scale stuff is strictly for the groundpounders to deal with.
Exploring our potential seems great as we are going to need every scrap of power; if we didn't need to deal one way or another with the sword/s of Damocles hanging over our head.
- Location
- PA
[X] Approach the Sisters. Doubtless the Sororitas know of what has happened by now, from your adoring guard if nothing else. It would be best to speak with them soon, before they can form their own opinion of these events in total isolation.
Because I don't want to see Sisters burning brighter then the holy promethum flames they unleash!
Because I don't want to see Sisters burning brighter then the holy promethum flames they unleash!
- Location
- Austria
I am also quite tempted by Leading By Example, especially so as to capitalize on this speech, but it feels like, due to wording of the vote, SoB are a bit of a ticking time bomb. Mutants, callous as it sounds, have been persecuted for millenia as is and thus can wait another day or whatnot.
Which is not a good attitude to have, tbh, but hey, we have way too many hot potatoes.
Which is not a good attitude to have, tbh, but hey, we have way too many hot potatoes.
LoganBert34
Apprentice Clerk
- Location
- Australia
[X] Approach the Sisters. Doubtless the Sororitas know of what has happened by now, from your adoring guard if nothing else. It would be best to speak with them soon, before they can form their own opinion of these events in total isolation.
...So we were reported in by the treasurer... out of faith and zealotry.
I'll take that as a huge win. Good to know the finances of our planet are in loyalist hands.
...So we were reported in by the treasurer... out of faith and zealotry.
I'll take that as a huge win. Good to know the finances of our planet are in loyalist hands.
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dragon
Ancalagon the Black
- Location
- The Skies of Arda
[ ] Explore your Potential. You just swayed an entire room of priests and turned a woman who sought your demise into an ardent follower. The experience awakened something within you; by taking the time to reflect, you feel sure you could unlock even greater abilities yet.
If i'm understanding right, then this is a prompt to advance to essence 2, which is only possible at thematically appropriate moments.
edit: and it's not...probally just new charms
[X] Approach the Sisters. Doubtless the Sororitas know of what has happened by now, from your adoring guard if nothing else. It would be best to speak with them soon, before they can form their own opinion of these events in total isolation.
If i'm understanding right, then this is a prompt to advance to essence 2, which is only possible at thematically appropriate moments.
edit: and it's not...probally just new charms
[X] Approach the Sisters. Doubtless the Sororitas know of what has happened by now, from your adoring guard if nothing else. It would be best to speak with them soon, before they can form their own opinion of these events in total isolation.
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- Location
- france
[X] Approach the Sisters. Doubtless the Sororitas know of what has happened by now, from your adoring guard if nothing else. It would be best to speak with them soon, before they can form their own opinion of these events in total isolation.
- Location
- London, England
You need to grow in power and improve your stats/number of charms significantly before you are eligible for an increase in essence.