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Deus Pater (Exalted/40k)

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[X] The Drill-Abbot. You served on the frontlines, and in reward were permitted to retire to the Schola Progenum, there to teach the next generation of Imperial servants how they might best serve the Emperor. For decades you have nurtured their minds and sent them forth into the galaxy. Most died, their lives spent like copper coins, and those who survived highlighted your every failure in the doing. Now you pick up your hammer and set forth to confront your old students, and perhaps in the process teach them one final lesson.

[X] The Sororitas. You are a Sister of Battle, and your skin bears the scars of many wars. You have slain the enemies of the faith on countless battlefields, advanced far in the service to the Church... and found the worth of those you are supposed to serve lacking. They feast on the victuals of a hundred worlds and drink wine from golden chalices, while you stand guard and know your sisters die in muddy holes with every passing day. No more.
 
[X] The Sororitas. You are a Sister of Battle, and your skin bears the scars of many wars. You have slain the enemies of the faith on countless battlefields, advanced far in the service to the Church... and found the worth of those you are supposed to serve lacking. They feast on the victuals of a hundred worlds and drink wine from golden chalices, while you stand guard and know your sisters die in muddy holes with every passing day. No more.

[X] The Theologian. You graduated top of your class at the Schola, and donned the cassock of a priest with a smile on your face. You had studied the many and varied forms of the Imperial Faith for years on end, only to find that not one of the them reflected the actual truth. The horrors you have witnessed in your service to the mighty have strained your mind, and in the end you knew you were faced with a choice; do the sensible, pragmatic thing, or take a stand on a matter of principle few of your peers even cared to name. Put like that, it isn't really a choice at all, is it?
 
[X] The Cardinal. You have a position of rank and power within the Ecclesiarchy, and you have done what you can to use it for good. Your teachings were always somewhat unorthodox, but you spoke to people's hearts and your support grew ever greater. Now, though, your superiors have rendered judgement, and those who trusted in your words are being condemned as heretics and sent to the pyre. Your position protects you from harm so long as you do not intervene... but you cannot stand aside and let your children burn.

[X] The Drill-Abbot. You served on the frontlines, and in reward were permitted to retire to the Schola Progenum, there to teach the next generation of Imperial servants how they might best serve the Emperor. For decades you have nurtured their minds and sent them forth into the galaxy. Most died, their lives spent like copper coins, and those who survived highlighted your every failure in the doing. Now you pick up your hammer and set forth to confront your old students, and perhaps in the process teach them one final lesson.
Adhoc vote count started by Japanime on Sep 12, 2018 at 4:34 PM, finished with 155 posts and 53 votes.
  • [X] The Cardinal. You have a position of rank and power within the Ecclesiarchy, and you have done what you can to use it for good. Your teachings were always somewhat unorthodox, but you spoke to people's hearts and your support grew ever greater. Now, though, your superiors have rendered judgement, and those who trusted in your words are being condemned as heretics and sent to the pyre. Your position protects you from harm so long as you do not intervene... but you cannot stand aside and let your children burn.
    [X] The Sororitas. You are a Sister of Battle, and your skin bears the scars of many wars. You have slain the enemies of the faith on countless battlefields, advanced far in the service to the Church... and found the worth of those you are supposed to serve lacking. They feast on the victuals of a hundred worlds and drink wine from golden chalices, while you stand guard and know your sisters die in muddy holes with every passing day. No more.
    [X] The Drill-Abbot. You served on the frontlines, and in reward were permitted to retire to the Schola Progenum, there to teach the next generation of Imperial servants how they might best serve the Emperor. For decades you have nurtured their minds and sent them forth into the galaxy. Most died, their lives spent like copper coins, and those who survived highlighted your every failure in the doing. Now you pick up your hammer and set forth to confront your old students, and perhaps in the process teach them one final lesson.
    [X] The Theologian. You graduated top of your class at the Schola, and donned the cassock of a priest with a smile on your face. You had studied the many and varied forms of the Imperial Faith for years on end, only to find that not one of the them reflected the actual truth. The horrors you have witnessed in your service to the mighty have strained your mind, and in the end you knew you were faced with a choice; do the sensible, pragmatic thing, or take a stand on a matter of principle few of your peers even cared to name. Put like that, it isn't really a choice at all, is it?
    [X] The Street Preacher. You walked out of the temple long ago, seeking service of a more worthy kind. The alleys are your church, the forgotten wretches your congregation, the warmth of a full belly the sacrament you offer. You have seen a thousand worthy souls clad in rags and ground into the dust by the Church's imperious neglect, while on the horizon the gilded towers grew ever higher. You cannot turn a blind eye anymore; if your onetime brethren have forgotten those who dwell beneath their feet, then it will be your duty and your pleasure to remind them.
    [X] The Missionary. You have walked beneath alien suns and broken bread with people lost to the Emperor's light for millennia on end. Whole worlds have been brought into the fold by your deeds, and every time you returned home another set of scales fell from your eyes. You can scarcely bare to look upon the place you are meant to be speaking for, and while the frontier yet calls it's sweet siren song... you are done running.
    [X] The Cardinal
    [X] The Theologian.
    [X] The Drill-Abbot
    [X] The Missionary.
    [X] The Street Preacher.
    [X] The Sororitas
    [X] The Rebel - The Imperium has always proclaimed itself protector and steward of the million worlds beneath its heel, but you know better. You have seen what the servants of the Aquila have done to your world, heard what they intend if left unchecked, and you have decided; enough. You are a faithful man, but loyalty to a God does not demand loyalty to those who pervert his name, and in the glory of your Exaltation your words are proven right at last. (Dawn)
    [X] The Firebrand - The Ecclesiarchy is a putrid corpse, rotted from within by the venal corruption of those who should know better. They have gathered wealth and power and proclaimed their politics sanctioned by the Emperor himself… as though the Saviour of Man would ever debase himself with such base corruption. You spoke out against it, fully expecting to be struck down for your words, only to find that the oldest saying is true indeed; the Emperor protects the virtuous. (Zenith)
    [X] The Envoy - Mankind is not alone in the universe, much as some might wish it so, and while the Ecclesiarchy preaches total intolerance of that which is alien you have always known such a stance to be dangerously shortsighted. The xenos must be studied, must be understood, must even at times be treated with as something approaching a peer, and it is in this capacity that you serve the Emperor Above All. To have your service rewarded is an unexpected honour, but one you will strive to repay. (Eclipse)
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Adhoc vote count started by Japanime on Sep 12, 2018 at 5:42 PM, finished with 159 posts and 57 votes.
  • [X] The Cardinal. You have a position of rank and power within the Ecclesiarchy, and you have done what you can to use it for good. Your teachings were always somewhat unorthodox, but you spoke to people's hearts and your support grew ever greater. Now, though, your superiors have rendered judgement, and those who trusted in your words are being condemned as heretics and sent to the pyre. Your position protects you from harm so long as you do not intervene... but you cannot stand aside and let your children burn.
    [X] The Sororitas. You are a Sister of Battle, and your skin bears the scars of many wars. You have slain the enemies of the faith on countless battlefields, advanced far in the service to the Church... and found the worth of those you are supposed to serve lacking. They feast on the victuals of a hundred worlds and drink wine from golden chalices, while you stand guard and know your sisters die in muddy holes with every passing day. No more.
    [X] The Drill-Abbot. You served on the frontlines, and in reward were permitted to retire to the Schola Progenum, there to teach the next generation of Imperial servants how they might best serve the Emperor. For decades you have nurtured their minds and sent them forth into the galaxy. Most died, their lives spent like copper coins, and those who survived highlighted your every failure in the doing. Now you pick up your hammer and set forth to confront your old students, and perhaps in the process teach them one final lesson.
    [X] The Theologian. You graduated top of your class at the Schola, and donned the cassock of a priest with a smile on your face. You had studied the many and varied forms of the Imperial Faith for years on end, only to find that not one of the them reflected the actual truth. The horrors you have witnessed in your service to the mighty have strained your mind, and in the end you knew you were faced with a choice; do the sensible, pragmatic thing, or take a stand on a matter of principle few of your peers even cared to name. Put like that, it isn't really a choice at all, is it?
    [X] The Street Preacher. You walked out of the temple long ago, seeking service of a more worthy kind. The alleys are your church, the forgotten wretches your congregation, the warmth of a full belly the sacrament you offer. You have seen a thousand worthy souls clad in rags and ground into the dust by the Church's imperious neglect, while on the horizon the gilded towers grew ever higher. You cannot turn a blind eye anymore; if your onetime brethren have forgotten those who dwell beneath their feet, then it will be your duty and your pleasure to remind them.
    [X] The Missionary. You have walked beneath alien suns and broken bread with people lost to the Emperor's light for millennia on end. Whole worlds have been brought into the fold by your deeds, and every time you returned home another set of scales fell from your eyes. You can scarcely bare to look upon the place you are meant to be speaking for, and while the frontier yet calls it's sweet siren song... you are done running.
    [X] The Rebel - The Imperium has always proclaimed itself protector and steward of the million worlds beneath its heel, but you know better. You have seen what the servants of the Aquila have done to your world, heard what they intend if left unchecked, and you have decided; enough. You are a faithful man, but loyalty to a God does not demand loyalty to those who pervert his name, and in the glory of your Exaltation your words are proven right at last. (Dawn)
    [X] The Firebrand - The Ecclesiarchy is a putrid corpse, rotted from within by the venal corruption of those who should know better. They have gathered wealth and power and proclaimed their politics sanctioned by the Emperor himself… as though the Saviour of Man would ever debase himself with such base corruption. You spoke out against it, fully expecting to be struck down for your words, only to find that the oldest saying is true indeed; the Emperor protects the virtuous. (Zenith)
    [X] The Envoy - Mankind is not alone in the universe, much as some might wish it so, and while the Ecclesiarchy preaches total intolerance of that which is alien you have always known such a stance to be dangerously shortsighted. The xenos must be studied, must be understood, must even at times be treated with as something approaching a peer, and it is in this capacity that you serve the Emperor Above All. To have your service rewarded is an unexpected honour, but one you will strive to repay. (Eclipse)
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[X] The Cardinal. You have a position of rank and power within the Ecclesiarchy, and you have done what you can to use it for good. Your teachings were always somewhat unorthodox, but you spoke to people's hearts and your support grew ever greater. Now, though, your superiors have rendered judgement, and those who trusted in your words are being condemned as heretics and sent to the pyre. Your position protects you from harm so long as you do not intervene... but you cannot stand aside and let your children burn.

[X] The Street Preacher. You walked out of the temple long ago, seeking service of a more worthy kind. The alleys are your church, the forgotten wretches your congregation, the warmth of a full belly the sacrament you offer. You have seen a thousand worthy souls clad in rags and ground into the dust by the Church's imperious neglect, while on the horizon the gilded towers grew ever higher. You cannot turn a blind eye anymore; if your onetime brethren have forgotten those who dwell beneath their feet, then it will be your duty and your pleasure to remind them.
 
[X] The Street Preacher. You walked out of the temple long ago, seeking service of a more worthy kind. The alleys are your church, the forgotten wretches your congregation, the warmth of a full belly the sacrament you offer. You have seen a thousand worthy souls clad in rags and ground into the dust by the Church's imperious neglect, while on the horizon the gilded towers grew ever higher. You cannot turn a blind eye anymore; if your onetime brethren have forgotten those who dwell beneath their feet, then it will be your duty and your pleasure to remind them.

[X] The Cardinal. You have a position of rank and power within the Ecclesiarchy, and you have done what you can to use it for good. Your teachings were always somewhat unorthodox, but you spoke to people's hearts and your support grew ever greater. Now, though, your superiors have rendered judgement, and those who trusted in your words are being condemned as heretics and sent to the pyre. Your position protects you from harm so long as you do not intervene... but you cannot stand aside and let your children burn.
 
[X] The Missionary. You have walked beneath alien suns and broken bread with people lost to the Emperor's light for millennia on end. Whole worlds have been brought into the fold by your deeds, and every time you returned home another set of scales fell from your eyes. You can scarcely bare to look upon the place you are meant to be speaking for, and while the frontier yet calls it's sweet siren song... you are done running.
[X] The Sororitas. You are a Sister of Battle, and your skin bears the scars of many wars. You have slain the enemies of the faith on countless battlefields, advanced far in the service to the Church... and found the worth of those you are supposed to serve lacking. They feast on the victuals of a hundred worlds and drink wine from golden chalices, while you stand guard and know your sisters die in muddy holes with every passing day. No more.
 
[X] The Street Preacher. You walked out of the temple long ago, seeking service of a more worthy kind. The alleys are your church, the forgotten wretches your congregation, the warmth of a full belly the sacrament you offer. You have seen a thousand worthy souls clad in rags and ground into the dust by the Church's imperious neglect, while on the horizon the gilded towers grew ever higher. You cannot turn a blind eye anymore; if your onetime brethren have forgotten those who dwell beneath their feet, then it will be your duty and your pleasure to remind them.

[X] The Missionary. You have walked beneath alien suns and broken bread with people lost to the Emperor's light for millennia on end. Whole worlds have been brought into the fold by your deeds, and every time you returned home another set of scales fell from your eyes. You can scarcely bare to look upon the place you are meant to be speaking for, and while the frontier yet calls it's sweet siren song... you are done running.
 
Crilltic said:
Note a lot of the Living Saints are actually women (and in fact come from the Sororitas) it's just well...focusing on that would actually require GW to have given a shit about the Sororitas at some point before six months ago.
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Derp, forgot about those. But then, I already remarked upon my lacking familiarity with WH40K. Still, while living Saints make the occasion less momentous it should still be significant enough to make things interesting.
 
Imrix said:
If you want to wield political power within the system, I'd say you want the Theologian, the scholar who's about to be Martin Luther and stand on principle over a matter of doctrine in an internal Ecclesiarchical matter. Personally, I'm sticking with the Street Preacher and the Drill Abbot for some good old torches-and-pitchfork action.
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＞ Martin Luther

Its not 40k!Hussites, but I will take it.


[X] The Cardinal
[X] The Theologian.
 
[X] The Street Preacher.

[X] The Theologian.
Adhoc vote count started by Crilltic on Sep 12, 2018 at 6:56 PM, finished with 164 posts and 79 votes.
  • [X] The Cardinal. You have a position of rank and power within the Ecclesiarchy, and you have done what you can to use it for good. Your teachings were always somewhat unorthodox, but you spoke to people's hearts and your support grew ever greater. Now, though, your superiors have rendered judgement, and those who trusted in your words are being condemned as heretics and sent to the pyre. Your position protects you from harm so long as you do not intervene... but you cannot stand aside and let your children burn.
    [X] The Sororitas. You are a Sister of Battle, and your skin bears the scars of many wars. You have slain the enemies of the faith on countless battlefields, advanced far in the service to the Church... and found the worth of those you are supposed to serve lacking. They feast on the victuals of a hundred worlds and drink wine from golden chalices, while you stand guard and know your sisters die in muddy holes with every passing day. No more.
    [X] The Firebrand - The Ecclesiarchy is a putrid corpse, rotted from within by the venal corruption of those who should know better. They have gathered wealth and power and proclaimed their politics sanctioned by the Emperor himself… as though the Saviour of Man would ever debase himself with such base corruption. You spoke out against it, fully expecting to be struck down for your words, only to find that the oldest saying is true indeed; the Emperor protects the virtuous. (Zenith)
    [X] The Street Preacher. You walked out of the temple long ago, seeking service of a more worthy kind. The alleys are your church, the forgotten wretches your congregation, the warmth of a full belly the sacrament you offer. You have seen a thousand worthy souls clad in rags and ground into the dust by the Church's imperious neglect, while on the horizon the gilded towers grew ever higher. You cannot turn a blind eye anymore; if your onetime brethren have forgotten those who dwell beneath their feet, then it will be your duty and your pleasure to remind them.
    [X] The Drill-Abbot. You served on the frontlines, and in reward were permitted to retire to the Schola Progenum, there to teach the next generation of Imperial servants how they might best serve the Emperor. For decades you have nurtured their minds and sent them forth into the galaxy. Most died, their lives spent like copper coins, and those who survived highlighted your every failure in the doing. Now you pick up your hammer and set forth to confront your old students, and perhaps in the process teach them one final lesson.
    [X] The Envoy - Mankind is not alone in the universe, much as some might wish it so, and while the Ecclesiarchy preaches total intolerance of that which is alien you have always known such a stance to be dangerously shortsighted. The xenos must be studied, must be understood, must even at times be treated with as something approaching a peer, and it is in this capacity that you serve the Emperor Above All. To have your service rewarded is an unexpected honour, but one you will strive to repay. (Eclipse)
    [X] The Visionary - Humanity has lost so much, and what little remains is guarded jealously by those who enjoy the power it brings. You would see the birthright of mankind restored, and to this end set yourself to studying the dark secrets of history in defiance of the Mechanicus and their enforcers. Such hubris would have been the end of you, but for the benevolence of one who once dreamed as you did, and who saw fit to bless your insane mission with His divine favour. (Twilight)
    [X] The Missionary. You have walked beneath alien suns and broken bread with people lost to the Emperor's light for millennia on end. Whole worlds have been brought into the fold by your deeds, and every time you returned home another set of scales fell from your eyes. You can scarcely bare to look upon the place you are meant to be speaking for, and while the frontier yet calls it's sweet siren song... you are done running.
    [X] The Theologian. You graduated top of your class at the Schola, and donned the cassock of a priest with a smile on your face. You had studied the many and varied forms of the Imperial Faith for years on end, only to find that not one of the them reflected the actual truth. The horrors you have witnessed in your service to the mighty have strained your mind, and in the end you knew you were faced with a choice; do the sensible, pragmatic thing, or take a stand on a matter of principle few of your peers even cared to name. Put like that, it isn't really a choice at all, is it?
    [X] The Cardinal
    [X] The Theologian.
    [X] The Soldier - The Astra Militarum is the largest organized fighting force in the galaxy, drawing its recruits from every world and pitting them against every possible foe. You are one amid uncounted billions, a humble soldier fighting on the frontlines of one of the Imperium's innumerable wars, and though you served with skill and pride you always knew you were nothing particularly special. The Emperor, it seems, disagrees. (Dawn)
    [X] The Visionary
    [X] The Judge - Those with power often feel themselves entitled to disregard the law, to see the enforcers of His Word as their servants instead of their watchdogs. You were determined to prove them wrong, and to that end pursued the corrupt and the venal through a labyrinth of conspiracy and judgement until it led to the very highest of halls. There you would have died, but for His benevolent intervention, and in payment of that debt you will continue your quest until all are held as equals before the law. (Night)
    [X] The Firebrand
    [X] The Shepherd - You have served the Church all your life, bringing the light of faith to the downtrodden and those unfairly deprived. You have advised them, comforted them, given them the strength to go on in the face of the galaxy's cruelty and indifference. And now, just when it appeared that the stars would see your flock scattered and your words made a lie, the hand of god has come down and anointed you as one of His chosen. Your flock, it seems, has just grown significantly. (Zenith)
    [X] The Drill-Abbot
    [X] The Officer
    [X] The Rebel
    [X] The Street Preacher.
    [X] The Soldier
    [X] The Missionary.
    [X] The Rebel - The Imperium has always proclaimed itself protector and steward of the million worlds beneath its heel, but you know better. You have seen what the servants of the Aquila have done to your world, heard what they intend if left unchecked, and you have decided; enough. You are a faithful man, but loyalty to a God does not demand loyalty to those who pervert his name, and in the glory of your Exaltation your words are proven right at last. (Dawn)
    [X] The Mutant
    [X] The Envoy
    [X] The Sororitas
    [X] The Judge
    [X] The Officer - You are master of a ship, a Captain of the Imperial Navy, oftentimes the only contact the far-flung worlds of humanity will have with the wider Imperium for years at a time. You have served as their protector and their voice, and when the darkness came for those in your charge you stood and fought... and, blazing with the light of the divine, found victory in the face of terrible odds. Now, you have a new mission, a higher duty, and you will see it fulfilled. (Eclipse)
    [X] The Shepherd
    [X] The Healer
    [X] The Cardinal
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Adhoc vote count started by Siual on Sep 12, 2018 at 8:17 PM, finished with 171 posts and 84 votes.
  • [X] The Cardinal. You have a position of rank and power within the Ecclesiarchy, and you have done what you can to use it for good. Your teachings were always somewhat unorthodox, but you spoke to people's hearts and your support grew ever greater. Now, though, your superiors have rendered judgement, and those who trusted in your words are being condemned as heretics and sent to the pyre. Your position protects you from harm so long as you do not intervene... but you cannot stand aside and let your children burn.
    [X] The Sororitas. You are a Sister of Battle, and your skin bears the scars of many wars. You have slain the enemies of the faith on countless battlefields, advanced far in the service to the Church... and found the worth of those you are supposed to serve lacking. They feast on the victuals of a hundred worlds and drink wine from golden chalices, while you stand guard and know your sisters die in muddy holes with every passing day. No more.
    [X] The Drill-Abbot. You served on the frontlines, and in reward were permitted to retire to the Schola Progenum, there to teach the next generation of Imperial servants how they might best serve the Emperor. For decades you have nurtured their minds and sent them forth into the galaxy. Most died, their lives spent like copper coins, and those who survived highlighted your every failure in the doing. Now you pick up your hammer and set forth to confront your old students, and perhaps in the process teach them one final lesson.
    [X] The Street Preacher. You walked out of the temple long ago, seeking service of a more worthy kind. The alleys are your church, the forgotten wretches your congregation, the warmth of a full belly the sacrament you offer. You have seen a thousand worthy souls clad in rags and ground into the dust by the Church's imperious neglect, while on the horizon the gilded towers grew ever higher. You cannot turn a blind eye anymore; if your onetime brethren have forgotten those who dwell beneath their feet, then it will be your duty and your pleasure to remind them.
    [X] The Firebrand - The Ecclesiarchy is a putrid corpse, rotted from within by the venal corruption of those who should know better. They have gathered wealth and power and proclaimed their politics sanctioned by the Emperor himself… as though the Saviour of Man would ever debase himself with such base corruption. You spoke out against it, fully expecting to be struck down for your words, only to find that the oldest saying is true indeed; the Emperor protects the virtuous. (Zenith)
    [X] The Theologian. You graduated top of your class at the Schola, and donned the cassock of a priest with a smile on your face. You had studied the many and varied forms of the Imperial Faith for years on end, only to find that not one of the them reflected the actual truth. The horrors you have witnessed in your service to the mighty have strained your mind, and in the end you knew you were faced with a choice; do the sensible, pragmatic thing, or take a stand on a matter of principle few of your peers even cared to name. Put like that, it isn't really a choice at all, is it?
    [X] The Cardinal
    [X] The Envoy - Mankind is not alone in the universe, much as some might wish it so, and while the Ecclesiarchy preaches total intolerance of that which is alien you have always known such a stance to be dangerously shortsighted. The xenos must be studied, must be understood, must even at times be treated with as something approaching a peer, and it is in this capacity that you serve the Emperor Above All. To have your service rewarded is an unexpected honour, but one you will strive to repay. (Eclipse)
    [X] The Missionary. You have walked beneath alien suns and broken bread with people lost to the Emperor's light for millennia on end. Whole worlds have been brought into the fold by your deeds, and every time you returned home another set of scales fell from your eyes. You can scarcely bare to look upon the place you are meant to be speaking for, and while the frontier yet calls it's sweet siren song... you are done running.
    [X] The Theologian.
    [X] The Visionary - Humanity has lost so much, and what little remains is guarded jealously by those who enjoy the power it brings. You would see the birthright of mankind restored, and to this end set yourself to studying the dark secrets of history in defiance of the Mechanicus and their enforcers. Such hubris would have been the end of you, but for the benevolence of one who once dreamed as you did, and who saw fit to bless your insane mission with His divine favour. (Twilight)
    [X] The Judge - Those with power often feel themselves entitled to disregard the law, to see the enforcers of His Word as their servants instead of their watchdogs. You were determined to prove them wrong, and to that end pursued the corrupt and the venal through a labyrinth of conspiracy and judgement until it led to the very highest of halls. There you would have died, but for His benevolent intervention, and in payment of that debt you will continue your quest until all are held as equals before the law. (Night)
    [X] The Soldier - The Astra Militarum is the largest organized fighting force in the galaxy, drawing its recruits from every world and pitting them against every possible foe. You are one amid uncounted billions, a humble soldier fighting on the frontlines of one of the Imperium's innumerable wars, and though you served with skill and pride you always knew you were nothing particularly special. The Emperor, it seems, disagrees. (Dawn)
    [X] The Visionary
    [X] The Shepherd - You have served the Church all your life, bringing the light of faith to the downtrodden and those unfairly deprived. You have advised them, comforted them, given them the strength to go on in the face of the galaxy's cruelty and indifference. And now, just when it appeared that the stars would see your flock scattered and your words made a lie, the hand of god has come down and anointed you as one of His chosen. Your flock, it seems, has just grown significantly. (Zenith)
    [X] The Street Preacher.
    [X] The Drill-Abbot
    [X] The Firebrand
    [X] The Officer
    [X] The Rebel
    [X] The Missionary.
    [X] The Rebel - The Imperium has always proclaimed itself protector and steward of the million worlds beneath its heel, but you know better. You have seen what the servants of the Aquila have done to your world, heard what they intend if left unchecked, and you have decided; enough. You are a faithful man, but loyalty to a God does not demand loyalty to those who pervert his name, and in the glory of your Exaltation your words are proven right at last. (Dawn)
    [X] The Sororitas
    [X] The Mutant
    [X] The Cardinal
    [X] The Envoy
    [X] The Officer - You are master of a ship, a Captain of the Imperial Navy, oftentimes the only contact the far-flung worlds of humanity will have with the wider Imperium for years at a time. You have served as their protector and their voice, and when the darkness came for those in your charge you stood and fought... and, blazing with the light of the divine, found victory in the face of terrible odds. Now, you have a new mission, a higher duty, and you will see it fulfilled. (Eclipse)
    [X] The Shepherd
    [X] The Healer
    [X] The Soldier
    [X] The Cardinal. You have a position of rank and power within the Ecclesiarchy, and you have done what you can to use it for good. Your teachings were always somewhat unorthodox, but you spoke to people's hearts and your support grew ever greater. Now, though, your superiors have rendered judgement, and those who trusted in your words are being condemned as heretics and sent to the pyre. Your position protects you from harm so long as you do not intervene... but you cannot stand aside and let your children burn.
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[X] The Drill-Abbot. You served on the frontlines, and in reward were permitted to retire to the Schola Progenum, there to teach the next generation of Imperial servants how they might best serve the Emperor. For decades you have nurtured their minds and sent them forth into the galaxy. Most died, their lives spent like copper coins, and those who survived highlighted your every failure in the doing. Now you pick up your hammer and set forth to confront your old students, and perhaps in the process teach them one final lesson.

[X] The Theologian. You graduated top of your class at the Schola, and donned the cassock of a priest with a smile on your face. You had studied the many and varied forms of the Imperial Faith for years on end, only to find that not one of the them reflected the actual truth. The horrors you have witnessed in your service to the mighty have strained your mind, and in the end you knew you were faced with a choice; do the sensible, pragmatic thing, or take a stand on a matter of principle few of your peers even cared to name. Put like that, it isn't really a choice at all, is it?
 
[X] The Cardinal. You have a position of rank and power within the Ecclesiarchy, and you have done what you can to use it for good. Your teachings were always somewhat unorthodox, but you spoke to people's hearts and your support grew ever greater. Now, though, your superiors have rendered judgement, and those who trusted in your words are being condemned as heretics and sent to the pyre. Your position protects you from harm so long as you do not intervene... but you cannot stand aside and let your children burn.

[X] The Theologian. You graduated top of your class at the Schola, and donned the cassock of a priest with a smile on your face. You had studied the many and varied forms of the Imperial Faith for years on end, only to find that not one of the them reflected the actual truth. The horrors you have witnessed in your service to the mighty have strained your mind, and in the end you knew you were faced with a choice; do the sensible, pragmatic thing, or take a stand on a matter of principle few of your peers even cared to name. Put like that, it isn't really a choice at all, is it?
 
[X] The Cardinal. You have a position of rank and power within the Ecclesiarchy, and you have done what you can to use it for good. Your teachings were always somewhat unorthodox, but you spoke to people's hearts and your support grew ever greater. Now, though, your superiors have rendered judgement, and those who trusted in your words are being condemned as heretics and sent to the pyre. Your position protects you from harm so long as you do not intervene... but you cannot stand aside and let your children burn.
[x] The Sororitas. You are a Sister of Battle, and your skin bears the scars of many wars. You have slain the enemies of the faith on countless battlefields, advanced far in the service to the Church... and found the worth of those you are supposed to serve lacking. They feast on the victuals of a hundred worlds and drink wine from golden chalices, while you stand guard and know your sisters die in muddy holes with every passing day. No more.
 
[X] The Sororitas. You are a Sister of Battle, and your skin bears the scars of many wars. You have slain the enemies of the faith on countless battlefields, advanced far in the service to the Church... and found the worth of those you are supposed to serve lacking. They feast on the victuals of a hundred worlds and drink wine from golden chalices, while you stand guard and know your sisters die in muddy holes with every passing day. No more.
 
[X] The Sororitas

[X] The Cardinal

Because decking an Ordo Hereticus Inquisitor in the face is yes
 
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Maugan Ra said:
Drill Abbot would likely involve stepping out of a congregation in front of one of your former pupils and causing the ground to ice over from the sound of your "Boy.".
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[X] The Cardinal. You have a position of rank and power within the Ecclesiarchy, and you have done what you can to use it for good. Your teachings were always somewhat unorthodox, but you spoke to people's hearts and your support grew ever greater. Now, though, your superiors have rendered judgement, and those who trusted in your words are being condemned as heretics and sent to the pyre. Your position protects you from harm so long as you do not intervene... but you cannot stand aside and let your children burn.

[X] The Drill-Abbot. You served on the frontlines, and in reward were permitted to retire to the Schola Progenum, there to teach the next generation of Imperial servants how they might best serve the Emperor. For decades you have nurtured their minds and sent them forth into the galaxy. Most died, their lives spent like copper coins, and those who survived highlighted your every failure in the doing. Now you pick up your hammer and set forth to confront your old students, and perhaps in the process teach them one final lesson.
 
Maugan Ra said:
Can confirm, Cardinal archetype would see the quest open with you decking a Hereticus Inquisitor in the face on the steps of your own cathedral.

Drill Abbot would likely involve stepping out of a congregation in front of one of your former pupils and causing the ground to ice over from the sound of your "Boy.".

Street Preacher would see you standing in the way of an Imperial Triumph and backhanding the local Ecclesiarch and his giant golden pope-mobile through the air.

Sororitas seems likely to recreate the judgement of Vandire during a major speech being broadcast to an audience of millions.

Missionary would see you march into the palace-church of the mighty and get your Moses on.

Theologian may possibly involve going wildly off-script in the opening acts to one of those aforementioned grand ceremonies broadcast to millions. Insults may be involved.
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[X] The Cardinal

[X] The Drill-Abbot
 
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[X] The Cardinal.
[X] The Theologian.

I must point out that Maugan's description of the Theologian's start is all but literally the Martin Luther. Posting every personal issue he had with church doctrine on the church's front door was definitely the 16th century equivalent to vocalizing those same personal issues over a public broadcast.

The Cardinal's is just plain fun. Punching someone whose personal authority outstrips literally everyone everywhere is always a grand ole' giggle.
 
[X] The Cardinal. You have a position of rank and power within the Ecclesiarchy, and you have done what you can to use it for good. Your teachings were always somewhat unorthodox, but you spoke to people's hearts and your support grew ever greater. Now, though, your superiors have rendered judgement, and those who trusted in your words are being condemned as heretics and sent to the pyre. Your position protects you from harm so long as you do not intervene... but you cannot stand aside and let your children burn.

[X] The Theologian. You graduated top of your class at the Schola, and donned the cassock of a priest with a smile on your face. You had studied the many and varied forms of the Imperial Faith for years on end, only to find that not one of the them reflected the actual truth. The horrors you have witnessed in your service to the mighty have strained your mind, and in the end you knew you were faced with a choice; do the sensible, pragmatic thing, or take a stand on a matter of principle few of your peers even cared to name. Put like that, it isn't really a choice at all, is it?
 
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