Touch of Purity
There are no words to describe the primal power of their tears, their frowns, their smiles, their laughter. You feel the despair of billions, the confusion and anger as to why they are left behind to die. They cry, scream and rage their fears and hatred at the chosen few that are saved... But even more still, trillions, pray for safety and for success.
At your touch, you feel the anger and confusion subside as your people feel you link your mind to theirs. You show them all of your emotions so that they may know your Truth before you must leave. They feel your pride in being their Father, your amazement at how even now they so strongly defy Chaos, and your sorrow that they must remain to hold the line. They feel your will, that you shall remember each and everyone of them so that in the future, Humanity may know of heroism that can move even Gods to tears.
In turn, you feel their hopes: that you and those you take will survive, that the Exodus Fleet will reach it's destination safely. You feel them hope with all their heart that the you will succeed and that Humanity will survive the coming doom. You hear them pray that one day you will return to obtain VENGEANCE for all those who have fallen. You promise them that one day, the Chaos and Xenos in this galaxy will pay for every drop of Human blood they spilled. You promise that the Dark Gods will finally meet retribution.
Just before you sever the connections, your Children return the favor with a wave of raw psychic power that nearly crushes your soul and fills you as you have never been before. You feel for the first time in millennia, new power flowing in. Your Children use the psychic backlash of the quake to send you all that they can. You feel their unshakable belief fill you with might, all your own, even as you draw upon the
Power of the tremors.
You
Rage against the Chaos Gods, breaking free of their grasp upon you. You
Fight against their corrupting influence, cleansing all the demons in Segmentum Solar with your
Light. You
Break the hold of Chaos upon the Immaterium for but a second, and their power wanes... But it is not enough.
(You gain +1 to your Psyker rating from the Unshakable Faith of your Children)
1d100 = 87 High Success
The shadowy Afriel Strain has spent many millennia trying to create the Perfect Soldier, to recreate any number of the Imperium's greatest heroes and of all the failures they have met, they have had few long term successes due to a strange interfacing of the replicated with the Warp. Those successes though, are made up of powerful and pure psykers and Living Saints. To this end, the organization sent many ships, filled with genetic information and clones, to Terra but all were lost to the Empyrean except for one. A lone frigate approaches the Exodus Fleet in the Warp and joins in the formation, just minutes after the Emperor touched the minds of all His children...
You awaken with a start, and realize that you are on a ship. While the ship itself is foreign, something in your mind tells you that you are not in a hostile place. Realizing that you are naked, you swing your legs over the bed and rise, taking in the room as you do. The chill of the metal beneath your feet makes you shiver, but you bear it as you make your way over to the chair with a pile of folded clothes, in your favored color and style in fact. As you clothe yourself with the violet robes, you reach out with your senses to try and orient yourself, and to find someone to ask what was going on and why you posses no memories after presenting the twel-
"Blank! Are you a retainer to the Sisters of-"
"We are currently in the Warp, approximately over Terra. This ship's purpose is to deliver you to the Emperor."
Well that explained why you felt it safe here.
"What do you mean deliver me to the Emperor? Last I recall, I was on... Terra... What is the current date?"
You see the ship join your Exodus Fleet and for a brief moment you feel a startlingly familiar psychic signature aboard before you are forced to turn your attention back to the Ruinous Powers. The ship leaves this reality and is the final ship to cross the portal.
