Echoes of Creation (30k/Exalted)

[Yzarc]

Colchis - 831.M30

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In the twilight, you stand as a beacon of strength and determination, your gaze unwavering as it pierces the darkness. The tribe murmurs with uncertainty, their eyes reflecting the flickering flames of the campfire. The spirits have spoken, guiding you to a place they call the Wound, promising a new beginning, a land of plenty. But the journey ahead will not be easy.

"The spirits have spoken," your voice resonates with authority, cutting through the night like a blade. "We must trust in their guidance. The Wound awaits us, a place of promise and prosperity. We will face hardships, but together, we will prevail!"

With resolve firm and unyielding, the tribe sets forth, their footsteps echoing in the silence of the night. You lead them through rugged terrain, across treacherous dunes, and amidst blistering heat and biting cold. Hunger and thirst gnaw at your people, testing their resolve at every turn. But you guide them with wisdom and courage, your presence a beacon of hope in the darkest of times.

As you journey, you confront challenges that seem insurmountable. A pack of fierce beasts threatens your path, their roars echoing through the night. Sandstorms rage, threatening to swallow you whole. Raiders from other tribes lurk in the shadows, their eyes filled with malice. Even the Covenant itself seems to conspire against you. But you stand as a bulwark against their onslaught, your sword raised high, protecting your people with unwavering bravery.

After almost a year of relentless travel, of being hounded, time and time again, you finally reach the edge of the vast, desolate plain that marks the beginning of the Wound. The journey has been long and arduous, testing the limits of your endurance and the resolve of your tribe. But as you gaze out at the land before you, you feel a sense of dread and trepidation. The air shimmers with magic, and the earth pulses with energy.

"You have arrived," you declare, doing all you can to keep the renewed doubt out of it. "This is the Wound. Now, we must tame the land and make it our own."

Honestly? You were glad that Lorgar was reassuring the tribe or this would not have gone as well as you had hoped.

With a renewed sense of dread, you lead your tribe towards the Wound, knowing that this land will be their home for generations to come. You have faced countless challenges to get here, but now, as you stand on the threshold of a new beginning, you know that the greatest challenges still lie ahead.

As your tribe lingers at the safe edge of the Wound, you see that the land around the wound proper is desolate. The sand is colored red like blood, and the air is thick with the stench of decay. Tall, decayed buildings loom ominously against the horizon, their blackened walls standing as a stark testament to the destructive forces that once ravaged this land.

Despite the desolation and decay, a perverse beauty permeates the landscape, a twisted parody of nature's normal splendor. Hardy plants and twisted trees struggle to survive, their contorted forms adding to the nightmarish scenery, casting eerie shadows that dance and twist in the dim light.

As you stand amidst the ruins, a sense of overwhelming dread washes over you. The land seems to pulse with a malevolent energy, and the very air is heavy with the weight of unseen eyes watching your every move. The shadows play tricks on your mind, and whispers of long-forgotten horrors echo in the stillness.

In this forsaken place, hope is but a distant memory, and the only certainty is that the horrors that lie ahead are beyond imagining. As you steel yourself to face the terrors of the Wound, you know that your journey has only just begun, and the true horrors are yet to reveal themselves.

Chaos Corruption -> Tribe Ignores it due to True Faith

Still, as you ready yourselves, your preparations are halted when a group of strangers appears on the horizon. Cloaked in red robes, their bodies adorned with strange mechanical devices, they approach with purpose, their intent unknown. Their leader steps forward, his voice filled with authority as he addresses you in a language you do not understand.

Clad in crimson robes that billow in the desert breeze, the strangers move with an air of ominous purpose. Strange mechanical devices, adorned with enigmatic symbols, protrude from their bodies, emitting an eerie glow. As they draw closer, their postures exude a fierce determination, and their hands grip glowing guns that seem to hum with an otherworldly power.

The strangers approach your camp, their guns trained on you and your tribe. They speak in a language that falls upon your ears like harsh, beeping tones similar to those that you heard from your archeotech viewer. Despite your attempts to communicate, they remain aloof and unyielding, their intentions shrouded in mystery.

Your heart skips a beat as you realize that these strangers may not have come in peace. You glance around at your tribe, seeing the fear and uncertainty mirrored in their eyes. But you know that you must remain strong, for the sake of your people.

Lost 1 Essence -> Now at 09/10. UTP

With a deep breath, you step forward, raising your hands in a gesture of peace. "We mean you no harm," you say, hoping that they can understand you. "We only seek a new home, a place to start anew."

The strangers seem to consider your words, their guns still trained on you. After a tense moment, one of them steps forward, his eyes locked on yours. He speaks again, his voice low and commanding.

"We are the Skitarii," he says, his words echoing in the stillness of the camp. "Identification complete. Targets listed for termination. Comply with termination procedures for an maximum efficiency."

You feel a surge of anger at his words. But you refuse to back down.

"We will not," you say, your voice steady despite the rage that threatens to consume you. "We have offered you no unprovoked violence and are open to further negotiations, but any attempt to harm us will result in immediate reprisal."

The Skitarii paused, and for a moment, it seemed as though he would not give the order to attack. But then the hum of their weapons fills the air, and you act.

Lost 1 Essence -> Now at 08/10. MHM

As they advanced, you knew that a direct confrontation would be disastrous. Drawing upon the deep well of power within you, something broke and you instinctively focused your mind, reaching out with your will to manipulate reality itself, with reality seeming to twist and warp as you turned to face the Skitarii.

With a surge of willpower, you exerted your influence over the world, targeting the Skitarii's weapons and armor. Subtle yet powerful mental commands flowed from you, unraveling the joints and links of their gear, causing their equipment to disassemble and fall apart before their eyes.

Caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, the Skitarii found themselves stripped of their weapons and armor, left defenseless before your might. With another exertion of your will, you forced them to kneel in the sand, their cybernetic enhancements useless against your power.

"You have trespassed against my Tribe," your voice echoed across the edge of the Wound, imbued with a commanding presence that brooked no defiance. "You will surrender unconditionally or face the consequences."

The Skitarii paused, their movements synchronized as if in silent communication, before surprisingly agreeing to your terms.

Then, the lead Skitarii speaks again, but the voice that emanates is not the same. The new voice is cold and mechanical, devoid of any human inflection, as if spoken through a vocalizer.

"This one is designated Archmagos Zabius Seroniaz," the voice intones, devoid of warmth or emotion. "This one acknowledges the identification friend-or-foe error. Proposal, negotiation for services, offering substantial recompense."

His words are precise, each syllable enunciated with mechanical perfection, reflecting his logical and calculated nature.

"Require specific skills." he continues, "Prepared to exchange resources, technology, and security. Tribe potential benefit significant."

As the words of Archmagos Zabius Seroniaz echoed across the desert, you felt a sense of cautious optimism.

"You speak of negotiation," you replied, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of thoughts racing through your mind. "What are the terms of this proposed agreement?"

The Archmagos paused, his mechanical voice resonating with a faint whirr of gears.

"The terms are as follows," he began, his tone unwavering. "Require services in extraction of specific resources from the locations in proximity to the bleed. Offer restricted access to technology, resources, and protection."

The offer was enticing, but you needed more information.

"What assurances can you provide that our tribe will be safe and respected within your domain?" you inquired, your eyes locked on the red-robed figure before you.

"Grant you and one other member of your tribe free entry to Mechanicus domain," the Archmagos replied. "Participate in traditional tribal parley, additional rights and proposals to be negotiated."

The mention of the traditional tribal parley caught you off guard. It was a centuries-old tradition among the tribes, a sacred ritual of negotiation and diplomacy. To be offered such an opportunity was both unexpected and intriguing.

You considered the offer carefully, weighing the risks and rewards. Ultimately, you knew that the immediate future path you would take hinged on this decision. With a deep breath, you looked up at the Skitarii and spoke.

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CHOICE: Choose 1

[] (Parley) Accept
-[] Take Lorgar with you
Or
-[] Do not take Lorgar with you. Leave him behind to guard the tribe.

[] (Parley) Do not accept the offer and instead offer to host him instead.

[] (Parley) Write in:

NEGOTIATIONS: Choose 1
[] (Negotiations) Aggressive

[] (Negotiations) Bold

[] (Negotiations) Audacious

[] (Negotiations) Write in:

 

[Yzarc]

Colchis - 831.M30

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You stood before Archmagos Zabius Seroniaz, your request poised on your lips. "I ask that the defeated Skitarii remain with my tribe until negotiations are concluded," you stated, your voice unwavering.

The Archmagos, a figure of mechanical precision and arcane knowledge, considered your request before agreeing.

"Acceptable," he replied, his mechanical voice resonating with authority.

"Follow the servo-skull." he states and a mechanical skull floats over to you.

With the matter settled, you turned and made your decision to have Lorgar accompany you to meet the Archmagos. It was a choice that weighed heavily on your heart, but you knew it was necessary.

Calling Haraq to your side, you gave him instructions with a firm resolve. "Take the tribe and hide," you commanded, your voice filled with determination. "If any harm comes to them, let the Ambulls loose. They will protect our people."

Haraq nodded solemnly, his eyes reflecting the flickering flames of the campfire. "I understand," he replied, his voice steady and unwavering. "We will protect the tribe with our lives."

"Lorgar….follow me, but let me lead." You say.

Lorgar hesitates, looking to argue but a look from you silences him. He then reluctantly nods and the two of you set off towards the domain of the Adeptus Mechanicus following the servo-skull.

As you approached the outskirts of the Mechanicus enclave, you were met by a contingent of Skitarii, their weapons primed and ready. But instead of hostility, you were greeted with a surprising level of respect. The Skitarii led you and Lorgar through the winding streets of the enclave, towards the heart of their domain.

The domain of Archmagos Zabius Seroniaz stood as a marvel of technological ingenuity. Towering spires rose from the desert sands, gleaming in the sunlight and adorned with intricate patterns and symbols. These spires served as both living quarters and workshops, a testament to the tech-priests' dedication to their craft.

The camp bustled with activity, tech-priests and Skitarii moving about with purposeful precision. The air hummed with the sound of machinery and crackled with energy, a symphony of industry and innovation.

Despite the advanced technology that surrounded you, there was an air of solemnity and reverence in the camp. The Adeptus Mechanicus revered technology as sacred, viewing it as a manifestation of the divine will of the Omnissiah. This reverence permeated every aspect of the camp, from the grandeur of the spires to the meticulous craftsmanship of even the simplest tools.

As you and Lorgar entered the building where Archmagos Zabius Seroniaz resided, a sense of anticipation filled the air. The structure loomed before you, its towering spires reaching towards the sky like metallic sentinels.

However, as soon as you passed the threshold, you felt a sudden surge of energy wash over you. Invisible wards, ancient and powerful, surrounded you, their purpose clear – to protect the sanctum of the Archmagos from unwanted intruders.

Lost 1 Essence -> Now at 09/10. EPP

Lorgar stumbled slightly beside you but showed no other reaction and you just keep walking through the wards as if they were not there. Together, you carefully navigated through the intricate patterns of the wards, each step a deliberate effort to avoid triggering their defensive mechanisms. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you reached the inner sanctum of the Archmagos.

Before you stood Archmagos Zabius Seroniaz, his mechanical form towering over you. His gaze bore into you, cold and calculating, as if assessing your worthiness to stand before him.

"Impressive," he intoned, his voice echoing in the chamber. "Your resilience against the tides of the Immaterium and its arcane manipulations is commendable. It piques my interest."

"But introductions first," the Archmagos' voice resonated through the chamber, its tone devoid of warmth or familiarity. "I am Archmagos Zabius Seroniaz, Master of this domain, servant of the Omnissiah."

You and Lorgar stood before him, dwarfed by his imposing presence. The chamber around you was filled with the hum of machinery and the faint scent of ozone.

"I understand you seek negotiation," the Archmagos stated, his gaze unwavering. "Speak your purpose, and we shall see if our interests align."

You took a moment to gather your thoughts, aware of the importance of your words in this moment.

"We seek a mutually beneficial arrangement," you began, choosing your words carefully. "Our tribe possesses skills and knowledge that may be of value to you. In return, we seek access to your knowledge and technology. I want some of your people to join my tribe and teach them."

The Archmagos regarded you with a calculating gaze, his mechanical eyes seeming to pierce through to your very soul. After a moment of silence, he spoke again.

"Your offer is……bold," he said, his tone unreadable. "But I must request a demonstration of any such knowledge or desirable skills. My requirements are very precise, but I am open to further negotiations."

You nodded and looked around the chamber, your eyes falling upon a strange script being displayed from the walls. The characters were unlike any you had ever seen, a complex arrangement of lines and symbols that seemed to dance before your eyes.

Lost 1 Essence -> Now at 08/10. UTP

An audacious plan formed in your mind as you walked closer to the wall, ignoring the hum of weapons and the crackle of energy, letting it fade into the background as you focused on the script. With a deep breath, you began to read the script aloud, your voice echoing through the chamber.

As you continued to read, a sense of understanding washed over you. The script was a fragment of a Standard Template Construct, a blueprint for... something. It was incomplete, but you knew the words and their meaning held immense potential.

With each word, the meaning became clearer. The device was a creation of the Ancients, a marvel of technology with the potential to change history. It could be a weapon, a tool, a piece of machinery beyond anything your tribe had ever seen.

As the words of the Standard Template Construct flowed from your lips, a sense of excitement and determination filled your being. The fragment of the blueprint you were reading was incomplete, but the knowledge it contained was invaluable.

Suddenly, you sensed the approach of another presence, and the Archmagos stood before you, his presence imposing.

Turning to face him, you spoke boldly, "I seek knowledge that may benefit my tribe and yours will as well. Let us commence negotiations."

The Archmagos was silent for a bit before he spoke. "I request a pause,"

Upon finishing speaking, two figures then entered the room. You knew instantly that they were sorcerers, their features twisted and distorted. Between them, they wheeled a cage, heavily warded, containing a figure so mutated and deformed that it was barely recognizable as human.

Lorgar gasped in surprise and then growled in anger, attempting to move closer to the mutant. Instinctively, you reached out to stop him, a sense of unease settling in the pit of your stomach. There was something about the mutant, something dark and malevolent.

With a deep breath, you focused on it and discovered the truth. The mutant was not simply a victim of mutation; he was possessed by an evil spirit, a being of pure malevolence that sought to corrupt and destroy.

"Lorgar, stay back," you warned, your voice firm.

Lorgar hesitated, his eyes wide with concern, but he obeyed your command, stepping back from the mutant. Together, you watched as the sorcerers wheeled the cage fully into the chamber, the evil spirit within continuing to thrash and scream, its twisted form a testament to the horrors of the warp.

As the sorcerers brought the cage closer, the room hummed with a strange energy, and you could feel reality itself hardening around you. Despite the overwhelming pressure, you and Lorgar remained unaffected.

The mutant within the cage however thrashed and screamed in unimaginable pain. The Archmagos watched with a detached interest, his mechanical features betraying no emotion.

"Not of the Warp," the Archmagos stated, his voice echoing through the chamber. "Geller test successful. We can proceed with negotiations."

As the sorcerers wheeled the cage out of the chamber, the mutant's screams faded into the distance, leaving behind an eerie silence. The experience served as a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked within the warp, and the importance of caution in your quest for knowledge.

"As per the tribal rules of parley," the Archmagos intoned with the hum of mechanical augmentation in his voice, "I shall respond truthfully to one query for each query you pose. Exercise caution in your selection, for knowledge is both a boon and a bane."

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CHOOSE:
You can ask a maximum of 10 questions and get an honest answer, but in return, you will need to answer an equal number of questions honestly.

[] Write in

 

[Yzarc]

Colchis - 831.M30

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The negotiation with Archmagos Zabius Seroniaz unfolded like an intricate dance of minds, each move calculated and deliberate. When the conversation turned to your powers, you revealed your ability to sanctify oaths, a skill that piqued the Archmagos's interest, who made references to such deals being brokered by Sorcerers. After much deliberation, a complex contract was crafted, binding both parties for a short time and compelling honest answers during that period.

With the terms set, the contract was sealed with your power, a tangible manifestation of the agreement. For the agreed-upon duration, truth was the only currency in your words. It was a temporary agreement, a fragile truce forged in the crucible of necessity.

As the agreement settled into place, thoughts of the future loomed large. The path ahead remained shrouded in uncertainty, but for now, you had secured a respite for your tribe and opened a door to potential opportunities.

Your inquiry into Archmagos Zabius Seroniaz's ambitions unraveled a tapestry of grand designs and intricate strategies. His quest for the esteemed position of Fabricator-General of Milhand was intricately linked to the enigmatic Bleed, a phenomenon that transcended mere ambition.

In his pursuit of knowledge, the Archmagos revealed a plan that intertwined personal ambition with the unique properties of the Bleed. His goal was audacious, to harness the Bleed's temporal flux to recreate the ancient root language used by the Standard Template Constructs during the Dark Age of Technology. This language, lost to time, held the key to unlocking the full potential of the STC devices, heralding a new era of technological advancement.

"The temporal fluctuations within the Bleed offer a unique opportunity to study the linguistic underpinnings of the STC devices," the Archmagos explained, his voice resonating with purpose.

His words painted a picture of relentless pursuit, of a man driven not by personal gain but by a thirst for knowledge that transcended time. It was a vision of a future where technology knew no bounds, where the secrets of the past were revealed, and where humanity stood on the cusp of a new enlightenment.

As the Archmagos concluded his explanation, he turned to you, his gaze piercing. "My query is as follows," he declared, his voice a blend of curiosity and authority. "How did you acquire your abilities?"

You explained that your journey began with a moment of desperation and temptation. A being, initially appearing as a Daemon, offered you power beyond mortal limits. Despite your reservations, you accepted, driven by a desire for strength and influence.

Upon acceptance, a surge of energy transformed you, expanding your abilities far beyond what you had known.

"I notice you are accompanied by your retinue. Could you explain their roles and how they support your work?" The question hung in the air, a beacon of curiosity amidst the hum of machinery.

The Archmagos's response was a symphony of mechanical precision.

"The retinue accompanying me primarily comprises individuals from Milhand," he began, his voice resonating with the resonance of a well-tuned cogitator. "They are proficient in diverse Mechanicus disciplines, skilled in machinery maintenance and intricate device construction."

As he gestured towards his retinue, your gaze lingered on the sorcerers among them, their presence a stark contrast to the mechanized efficiency of the rest.

Sensing your intrigue, Archmagos Zabius Seroniaz continued, "The "sorcerers" are recent acquisitions, sourced from disparate tribes. I amalgamated their diverse shamanistic rites into a unified system, customized to suit my objectives."

The Archmagos's explanation unveiled a tapestry of ancient rituals and modern technology, a fusion of tribal beliefs and mechanized efficiency. It was a testament to his ingenuity and adaptability, a blend of the old and the new.

"These "sorcerers" offer invaluable insight into the arcane and empyrean facets of the Bleed," he elaborated. "They have proven useful in navigating its complexities and offering protection from its entropic effects and the entities of the warp."

His gaze then turned to you, a silent challenge in his eyes. "Are your powers based on the warp?" he inquired, his voice a blend of curiosity and scrutiny.

"No," you replied, your voice steady and resolute. "My powers originate from a different source, not the warp."

The Archmagos nodded, his expression unreadable. "Intriguing," he mused, his tone devoid of emotion. It was clear that your answer had piqued his interest, opening up new avenues of inquiry.

You shifted the conversation, probing deeper into the Archmagos's worldview.

"How do you view your relationship with the people of this world, especially those who are not part of the Mechanicum?" Your question was a subtle probe, seeking to unravel the complexities of his perspective.

"My relationship with the people of this world is one of necessity," he began, his voice echoing in the chamber. "The people of this world possess unique insights and perspectives that can be of benefit to my endeavors."

Then came the unexpected question. "What do you know about Enuncia?" The term was unfamiliar to you, and you admitted as much, feeling a twinge of embarrassment at your lack of knowledge.

"I... I'm not sure," you replied, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "I don't think I've ever heard of that term before."

The Archmagos nodded, seemingly unfazed by your ignorance. It was a reminder of the vastness of his knowledge, a reminder that there were still mysteries in the universe yet to be unraveled.

As the conversation drew to a close, you posed one final question, a question that cut to the heart of the matter. "How do you see the future of this world and your role in that?"

The words hung in the air, a reflection of your curiosity and your desire to understand the Archmagos's grand design for the future.

The Archmagos's response was as enigmatic as the Bleed itself.

"I have not given this world much thought beyond what I can gain from it," he began, his voice carrying the weight of ancient knowledge. "As for my role in that future, I have none."

His words hung in the air, a stark contrast to the bustling enclave around you, where the mechanisms of the Mechanicum hummed with purpose.

"My work here is but a small part of a grander vision," he continued, his gaze sweeping across the array of tech-priests and Skitarii. "I seek to unlock the mysteries of the past, to reclaim the lost technologies of the Dark Age and usher in a new era. I have no future in this world, but rather a future as the Fabricator-General of Milhand."

As the Archmagos concluded his answer, his gaze shifted towards Lorgar. "What is your relation to the Raptor Imperialis?" he inquired, his tone measured and analytical.

Before you could formulate a response, Lorgar spoke up, his voice resonating with a deep sense of conviction. "The Emperor is my father," he declared, his words carrying a weight that seemed to echo through the chamber.

The Archmagos regarded Lorgar with a mixture of surprise and shock, despite his mechanical features. "Interesting," he remarked, his voice a symphony of gears and servos. "Your claim is....unexpected."

There was a moment of silence as the significance of Lorgar's revelation settled in. Then, the Archmagos spoke again, his tone businesslike.

"Ritual Parley concluded. Will the Scion be a part of Negotiations?" He asked, his gaze returning to Lorgar, a question that hung in the air like a promise of things to come.

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CHOICE
It has been a while since the negotiations started. Perhaps you should send out Lorgar to check on the tribe? Their current status has been rolled.

[] Do not send Lorgar out (Enhances Negotiations)

[] Send Lorgar out (Puts you in the back foot)

The Roll has been made. If it is high, then you are just wasting time sending out Lorgar. If it is low, then Lorgar can save lives.

 

[Yzarc]

Colchis - 831.M30

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As the decision was made to include Lorgar in the negotiations, the atmosphere in the enclave shifted, a sense of anticipation mingling with the ever-present hum of machinery. The negotiations commenced with the Archmagos presenting his request with characteristic precision.

"I require your assistance in translating a language known as Enuncia," the Archmagos stated, his voice a blend of mechanical precision and a hint of urgency. Enuncia, a term that had baffled you earlier, now took on a new significance. The Archmagos explained that Enuncia was a language of immense power, capable of manipulating reality itself. It was a language lost to the ages, known only in fragments and whispers among the most ancient texts.

After hours of intense deliberation, a fragment of Enuncia was revealed to you, a single word that held within it the promise of untold power. Just from the word, you understood that the language was complex, its syntax and grammar unlike any known human language. It required a deep understanding of ancient texts and a keen intuition for deciphering cryptic symbols and obscure references.

But not for you. One use of your power and all of its secrets were laid bare before you. You found that not only could you understand the language, but you could also speak it without any adverse effects. It was as if the language had recognized something within you, a resonance that allowed you to wield its power safely.

After this revelation, both you and the Archmagos realized the gravity of the knowledge you were about to uncover. The Archmagos proposed a contract, a binding agreement that would govern the sharing of any discoveries made during your collaboration.

The contract stipulated that neither party would be allowed to teach anyone else what was discovered about Enuncia from the collaboration unless they learned of it independently. This clause was crucial, as the power of Enuncia was too great to be wielded carelessly.

The loophole was obvious and favored the Archmagos, but you found that you could not push for more, having reached the Archmagos' bottom line on the matter.

As the negotiations progressed, you found yourself faced with an unexpected proposal from the Archmagos. After explaining the terms of your offer to grant him a wish for knowledge, making him as knowledgeable as an Archmagos in another field of specialization, the Archmagos surprised you by not even bothering to ask for a cost. Instead, he proposed a different arrangement.

"I counter propose that you utilize my subordinates," the Archmagos stated, his voice echoing through the chamber. "In return, after they have transcribed all acquired knowledge into a secure and isolated repository, protected from external influence, I will present them to you as permanent additions to your tribe."

As the negotiations unfolded, the proposal from the Archmagos sparked a fierce debate. You, Lorgar, and the Archmagos argued back and forth, each presenting their arguments and counterarguments.

You argued that granting the Archmagos' subordinates' wishes would not be as beneficial as granting the Archmagos himself a wish.

"Your subordinates might not have the same level of expertise or understanding to fully utilize the knowledge granted to them," you pointed out. "On the other hand, granting you a wish would ensure that the knowledge is used to its fullest potential, benefiting not only you but also the wider your forge world as well."

Lorgar, ever the voice of reason, pointed out that the risk involved in granting the wish to the Archmagos could be mitigated.

"The wish could be granted under strict conditions, ensuring that the contract would benefit all," he suggested. Furthermore, Lorgar argued that "the potential gains from granting the wish to you far outweighs the risks."

The Archmagos, however, remained adamant.

"The risk is unacceptable," he stated, unwilling to take any risk, preferring instead to offer the wishes to his subordinates, who would suffer the brunt of any unexpected consequences.

As the negotiations progressed, a new challenge arose. It was discovered that the Archmagos' subordinates needed to have a basic understanding of the field in which they would receive knowledge, already mastered to a certain level. This requirement added a layer of complexity to the agreement, as it limited the pool of potential recipients.

The Archmagos, realizing the implications of this requirement, began to express doubts about the deal. He argued that finding suitable candidates among his subordinates would be difficult and that the risks outweigh the benefits. He suggested backing out of the agreement altogether.

You, however, were determined to see the deal through. You understood the importance of the knowledge being transferred and the impact it could have on your tribe. You argued that with the right guidance and support, the Archmagos' subordinates could replace the lost subordinates and the new knowledge would more than make up for it.

The Archmagos remained stubbornly insistent on only offering one subordinate for the knowledge transfer. He believed that focusing on a single individual would minimize the risks and allow for better control over the outcome. You, on the other hand, believed that more subordinates would increase the chances of success and ensure that the knowledge was utilized to its fullest potential.

As the debate reached a stalemate, it seemed like the negotiations were on the verge of breaking down. However, Lorgar, ever the mediator, intervened. He argued that a compromise could be reached, one that would satisfy both parties. After much discussion and deliberation, a middle ground was found. The Archmagos agreed to hand over seven of his subordinates for the knowledge transfer, a number that both parties deemed acceptable.

The negotiation between you and Archmagos Zabius Seroniaz took an unexpected turn when he expressed a desire to learn the ancient root language you had spoken.

"You seek the knowledge of the root language, a language that can propel you into being the Fabricator-General," you began, addressing the Archmagos. "In return, I require a guarantee of future support for my tribe."

The Archmagos considered your proposition, his mechanical features betraying no emotion. "What kind of support do you seek?" he inquired, his voice steady and analytical.

"I seek a favor that can be called in the future," you replied. "This favor could range from declaring war to forming an alliance with third parties."

Lorgar stepped forward, just as the Archmagos was about to refuse.

"I believe this is a fair exchange," he began, addressing the Archmagos. "but it would be conditional on Colchis being united and recognized as an interstellar power. The knowledge of the root language is valuable and the cost would not be immediate, contingent on Colchis as an interstellar power."

The Archmagos nodded, seemingly convinced by Lorgar's words. "I must consider this proposal," he conceded.

As the negotiations between your tribe and the Adeptus Mechanicus continued, Lorgar stepped forward with a surprising proposal.

"I offer to consolidate the rituals of the Mechanicus and streamline them, making them more efficient," he declared, his voice carrying a conviction that demanded attention.

The Archmagos, known for his composed demeanor, went very still at Lorgar's proposal. His mechanical eyes seemed to bore into Lorgar, assessing the potential implications of such a radical suggestion.

After a moment of tense silence, the Archmagos spoke, his voice measured and composed. His mechadendrite places a broken energy weapon before Lorgar.

"Demonstrate," he requested, his tone betraying none of the emotion that flickered in his eyes.

Lorgar nodded, understanding the weight of what he was about to attempt. He began to move with purpose, his motions a blend of the tribal rituals he had learned and the technological precision of the Mechanicus. As he performed, you could feel a change in the air, a subtle shift in the energy of the enclave.

The ritual Lorgar performed was a sight to behold. Each movement was deliberate, each incantation precise. It was as if he was conducting a symphony of ancient knowledge and modern understanding, weaving them together into a seamless whole. The efficiency with which Lorgar conducted the rituals was breathtaking, each action serving a specific purpose, each word resonating with power.

As Lorgar completed the ritual, a profound change swept through the enclave. The weapon, once damaged and inert, began to hum with energy. The metal twisted and shifted, repairing itself under Lorgar's careful hands. It was a sight both miraculous and unnerving, as if the very laws of physics were being rewritten.

The Archmagos, ever the observer of such phenomena, noted the similarity to sorcery but recognized a crucial difference.

"This is not sorcery," he mused, his voice resonating with a mixture of fascination and caution. "Not wholly powered by the Warp. Ritual efficiency well beyond expectation."

There was a pause and the Archmagos, still looking visibly impressed, broke the silence. "Impressive," he acknowledged, his mechanical voice resonating with a hint of awe. "Your proposal has merit. We shall discuss its implementation further."

The negotiations took a new turn, as Lorgar's proposal opened up possibilities for collaboration that had previously been unthinkable. As the implications of Lorgar's demonstration sank in, you saw an opportunity to leverage this new development for your tribe's benefit.

Turning to the Archmagos, you stated firmly, "For this knowledge, I would require more than a simple trade. I would require an alliance, should you ascend to the position of Fabricator General."

The Archmagos regarded you with a calculating gaze, clearly weighing the potential benefits and risks of such an alliance. "An alliance," he mused, his voice tinged with intrigue. "What form would this alliance take? What would be expected of me?"

You outlined your terms, emphasizing the mutual benefits of such an alliance. You spoke of sharing knowledge and resources, of standing united against common threats, and of forging a future where both the Mechanicum and your tribe could thrive.

The Archmagos listened intently, his expression unreadable. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice measured yet firm. "An alliance of this nature is not to be entered into lightly," he began. "But I can see the potential benefits. If I were to become Fabricator General, I would consider such an alliance. Provided you or the Scion ruled this world as an Interstellar power."

With the terms laid out, the negotiations entered a new phase, one where the future of both the Mechanicum and your tribe hung in the balance. It was a pivotal moment, a turning point that could shape the course of history.

As negotiations closed, the Archmagos expressed his desire to learn the last parts of the Summoning and Binding sorcery. This knowledge was crucial for him to complete his studies and begin building his anti-warp protections, a goal of utmost importance for the Archmagos.

You, however, saw an opportunity. In exchange for granting the wishes of some of the Archmagos' subordinates for power in sorcery, you proposed that he provide you with basic technology and a workshop to produce it. This technology would not only benefit your tribe but also serve as a foundation for further advancements, especially with Lorgar's improvements to the rituals.

The Archmagos, intrigued by the offer, agreed. He saw the potential for collaboration in advancing both your goals and his. However, he stipulated that you must learn and use the improved rituals that Lorgar or the rituals of the Mechanicus. This condition was non-negotiable, as the Archmagos believed that the rituals were essential for honoring the machine spirits.

With the terms set, the negotiations concluded, and a pact was formed. The Archmagos would gain the knowledge he sought, while you would receive the tools and resources needed to further your own ambitions. It was a mutually beneficial agreement, one that would shape the future of both your tribe and the Adeptus Mechanicus.

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PLAN VOTE:
A number of deals have been negotiated. Choose any number of them. These count as your Project/actions for this turn.

[] Teach the Archmagos the root language from the charm.

--In return you get a favor, to be called in later, once you become an intersteller power.

[] Translate Enuncia.

– You translate what few words of Enuncia that the Archmagos knows. The knowledge gained about the language and the words are the payment. There is a restriction from teaching this to anyone for 1000 years unless you learn it independently.

[] Lorgar will build up on the faith of the Mechanicus and crystalize them into miracles.

–This is the equivalent of using Miracles from True Faith but on the Mechanicus faith rather than true faith. More on this if you pick this option, but this is an extremely streamlined and improved version of what the Emperor used to subdue Mars by usurping their technology. Expect Mars to be very unhappy with this being spread around when they find out. In return you get an alliance with Milhand if the Archmagos succeeds in his goals of becoming the Fabricator-General.

[] Offer the Savant Background to up to 7 students of the Archmagos.

–You turn seven Magos into Archmagos of various specializations. The Archmagos gains a copy of all the information that he will put in a faraday cage for later, careful study. You get that many Archmagos to join your tribe. Their loyalty is up in the year after the one year of loyal service you will demand of them but Lorgar is confident he can gain their loyalty.

[] Offer to elevate the Archmagos's selected people into Sorcerers.

– As it says, make the Archmagos lvl 5 Sorcerors and he will provide a basic workshop that can produce technology. This is basic tech of an Interstellar civilization.

[] Write in:

--Write in what you are offering and what you want in return.

---

LORGAR UNLOCK:
Hear Prayers
So long as someone is sincerely praying to any god, real or imagined, near Lorgar, he can roll Mental + Awareness against the difficulty of the opponent's willpower. He gains the following effects depending on the number of successes rolled.

Sux	Particular
1	The general effect for which they are praying, i.e "Hope my daughter lives."
2	The reason for why they desire the effect.
3	The background on why they desire the effect along with their Archetype and relevant Intimacy if any.
4	Information about the character. This is presented as a Character sheet complete with all their Intimacies.
5	Complete information about the character, this gives the equivalent of -3 difficulty to all social rolls due to the complete knowledge about the character.

 

[Yzarc]

Colchis - 831.M30

---

During the negotiations with Archmagos Zabius Seroniaz, your tribe faced a dire threat. Corrupted tribes, manipulated by the sinister influence of the Wound, launched a coordinated assault on your encampment, intent on shattering the fragile peace you had painstakingly secured. Yet, through strategic foresight and swift action, your tribe managed to repel the attackers, emerging from the conflict with no losses.

As you exited the negotiations, the echoes of battle faded and the tribe had already begun to mend its wounds.

You and Lorgar convened with the Archmagos to delve into the intricacies of Mechanicum rituals. The workshop provided by the Archmagos buzzed with activity, all of you collaborated to meld Lorgar's streamlined rituals with the venerable practices of the Mechanicum.

Overseeing this fusion of tradition, the Archmagos meticulously ensured that the sanctity of the machine spirits remained inviolate. Despite initial skepticism from some tech-priests, Lorgar's profound understanding of both tribal customs and Mechanicum rites proved invaluable in bridging the gap between the two worlds.

As the collaboration unfolded, a profound discussion emerged regarding the essence of the machines revered by both tribes. The concept of the Machine Spirit, a term familiar yet divergent in its interpretations, became a focal point of intense scrutiny and philosophical discourse.

Gathered in the workshop, you, Lorgar, and Archmagos Zabius Seroniaz embarked on a sorcerous and philosophical odyssey to define the nature of the Machine Spirit. Lorgar, drawing upon his spiritual acumen, proposed a profound insight into the nature of these essences.

In your discussions, the concept of the soul emerged as a profound and intricate tapestry. The conversation delved deep into the essence of the soul, its intimate connection to the Warp, and its profound significance in the cosmic symphony.

Lorgar painted the soul as the quintessence of a being, the very core of its identity and consciousness. To him, the soul was a ember of humanity, a fragment of the eternal flame that imbued all life. It was the seat of emotions, thoughts, and will, transcending mere physicality to exist in a realm beyond mortal ken.

The Archmagos approached the soul from a more empirical angle, viewing it as a form of energy intricately entwined with the fabric of the Warp. He posited that every entity, material or ethereal, cast a reflection in the Warp, with the soul serving as the conduit between the two realms. He described the soul as a complex pattern of energy, molded by experiences, beliefs, and deeds.

As the discourse unfolded, you pondered the immortal nature of the soul and its cosmic role. You contemplated its journey after death, whether it endured in some ethereal form or merged back into the vast ocean of Warp energies.

Archmagos Zabius speculated that, being a form of energy, the soul could neither be created nor annihilated, only transmuted. He theorized that upon death, the soul might disperse into the Warp, its essence merging with the boundless sea of psychic energies that pervaded the universe.

As the discussion drew to a close, the complexity and mystery surrounding the concept of the soul became ever more apparent.

Similarly, the discourse on the nature of the machine spirit proved to be equally intricate and multifaceted. It blended Lorgar's profound spiritual insights with the Archmagos's unparalleled technological expertise, creating a tapestry of understanding that was both profound and nuanced.

Archmagos Zabius commenced by drawing striking parallels between the machine spirit and the human soul. He posited that just as the soul was the essence of a divine spark within a being, the machine spirit was the essence of a machine, a spark of consciousness that animated the machine and imbued it with purpose.

On the contrary, Lorgar approached the concept from a more empirical standpoint. He described the machine spirit as a complex program, a series of algorithms and instructions that dictated the behavior of the machine. To him, the machine spirit was not a sentient entity but rather a manifestation of its programming and design.

As the dialogue deepened, it became apparent that the machine spirit transcended mere programming. It was a concept that encompassed the intricate relationship between man and machine, highlighting the profound interaction between the physical and the spiritual.

Archmagos Zabius further elucidated that the complexity of the machine spirit was directly proportional to the complexity of the device. The more intricate the machine, the more advanced and intricate its machine spirit. He likened it to the human brain, with its billions of neurons and synapses, creating a complex network of consciousness and cognition.

In your discourse, the nature of the Machine Spirit was unveiled in its fascinating complexity. It became evident that the essence of the Machine Spirit varied according to the complexity of the device it inhabited. The more intricate and advanced the machine, the more sophisticated its Machine Spirit.

Archmagos Zabius elaborated on this notion, explaining that a simple tool might possess a rudimentary Machine Spirit, akin to a flicker of awareness or instinct. This basic spirit would serve its function, ensuring the tool operated as intended but without much depth or complexity.

Conversely, in more complex machines such as Titans, starships, or advanced technology, the Machine Spirit was far more sophisticated. It would exhibit traits akin to intelligence, memory, and even personality. These advanced Machine Spirits were capable of complex interactions, adapting to new situations, and exhibiting behaviors that mirrored human thought processes.

Lorgar's contemplation delved into the profound influence of human interaction on the machine spirit. He likened it to the shaping of a human soul by experiences, beliefs, and emotions. A machine treated with respect and care would develop a more benevolent and cooperative spirit, while neglect or mistreatment could lead to hostility and uncooperativeness.

"The rituals of the Adeptus Mechanicus," began the Archmagos, his voice resonating with authority, "are not mere superstitions. They are the very essence of our existence, the language through which we commune with the divine machine spirits."

Lorgar nodded thoughtfully, his gaze unwavering as the Archmagos continued.

"To understand these rituals," he began, his voice carrying the weight of deep insight, "is to grasp the core tenets of our faith, guiding our every endeavor."

At the mention of faith, you interjected, "At the heart of our beliefs lies the principle of reciprocation. To invoke the aid of the spirits, we must offer something of equal or greater value."

"Our rituals," you continued, "are the conduit through which we converse and negotiate with the spirits. They are a language of symbols, gestures, incantations, and invocations, designed to facilitate these exchanges."

Lorgar leaned in, his eyes blazing with conviction. "Through these rituals, we seek to forge a harmonious bond with the machine spirits, ensuring their collaboration and mutual benefit."

The discussion then shifted to the Rite of Activation, a sacred ceremony performed when a new machine is created. "It is a pivotal moment," noted the Archmagos, "ensuring the proper functioning and alignment of the machine spirit with its purpose."

"The Rite of Maintenance is of equal importance," he added, "conducted regularly to maintain the contentment and cooperation of the machine spirit."

As the conversation unfolded, the three of you delved deeper into the intricacies of Mechanicus doctrine, contemplating the nature of the machine spirit and its cosmic significance. You pondered the admonitions of the Cult Mechanicus, the caution against deviating from ritual, and the reverence for ancient knowledge.

In the culmination of your discussion, a profound synthesis emerged, harmonizing your beliefs with the warnings of the Mechanicus. You realized that while the machine spirit reflects the machine, it is also a shard of a greater whole, a soul embodying both machine and humanity, echoing the dual nature of existence itself.

As you, Lorgar, and the Archmagos delved deeper into the refinement of the Mechanicum's rituals, you noticed that while Lorgar did not fail at all to connect these rituals to the faith of the Mechanicum, he kept failing to use the faith energy of the prayers of the various Tech-Priests.

Amidst Lorgar's intense study of ancient texts and diagrams, something profound clicked within you. It was as if a dormant part of your mind had been awakened, and you found yourself possessed of an inherent affinity for Prayer-Eating.

Prayer-Eating revealed itself as a ritualistic process wherein the prayers and chants of the faithful were absorbed and transmuted into energy, fueling the intended recipient. It was a complex and esoteric practice, one that few could master or comprehend.

This newfound ability brought both excitement and trepidation. Excitement for the vast possibilities it offered in ritual development, and trepidation for the need to conceal this talent from the Archmagos. You understood that if the Archmagos were to discover your unique skill, it could lead to unforeseen and potentially dangerous consequences.

You observed with keen interest that Lorgar possessed an extraordinary talent for usurping and repurposing prayers, even though he lacked the skill to fully utilize it. He could "poison the well" but not partake of its waters.

Recognizing the potential, you believed that with proper training, Lorgar could harness this skill to enhance the tribe's rituals, tapping into faith in unprecedented ways. However, that was a task for the future.

Quietly, without drawing undue attention, you began to experiment with the rituals, subtly weaving elements of Prayer-Eating into the proceedings. Infusing the prayers of the Adeptus Mechanicus with these principles, you discovered, enhanced the rituals, rendering them more potent and effective.

As you toiled, a change came over Lorgar. He seemed to sense a newfound energy in the rituals, a purpose and power that had previously eluded him. Breakthroughs followed, as he connected the rituals to the faith of the Mechanicum in profound and innovative ways.

Meanwhile, the Archmagos remained oblivious to your actions, engrossed in his own pursuits. Thus, you continued to refine the rituals, employing your innate affinity for Prayer-Eating to enrich and perfect them, all while concealing your abilities from the prying eyes of the Mechanicus.

Ultimately, your efforts bore fruit. The rituals transcended mere ceremonies, becoming a testament to faith's power and the human spirit's ingenuity. Witnessing Lorgar lead the Mechanicus in this newfound understanding, you realized your pivotal role in their development, a role that would be immortalized in Mechanicus lore.

Hours turned into days and your collaboration with Lorgar and the Archmagos yielded remarkable progress. One day, Lorgar unveiled a breakthrough that concluded your work.

Explaining that the new rituals mirrored sorcery but eschewed the warp, drawing instead on machine spirits' reserves of the motive force, and that of the user, Lorgar addressed a pressing issue: mystical weight, akin to that which hindered sorcerers. The more energy channeled, the heavier the burden, making control challenging.

To circumvent this obstacle, Lorgar proposed linking the rituals to the implants of the Mechanicus, increasing weight through synchronization.

The efficacy of the rituals depended on the number of mechanical implants a person possessed. The more intertwined with machinery they were, the more potent the rituals became, aligning their souls more closely with the machines they sought to commune with. However, this came with a caveat – individuals were prohibited from completely forsaking their flesh to become wholly mechanical.

This revelation ignited a frenzy of activity and the concept captivated the Archmagos, who foresaw its potential to transform the Mechanicum's interaction with machine spirits forever.

You and your companions continued to delve into experimentation, pushing the boundaries of these newfound abilities.

Having laid the groundwork, your focus shifted to the intricate rituals themselves.

---

CHOICE:
You will help develop 3 rituals for the Mechanicus after which they are on their own. Which 3 do you prioritize?

ALL rituals are capped by Aspect.

[] Rite of Maintenance (Level 1): A sacred ritual performed by the Adeptus Mechanicus to maintain or restore functionality to damaged machines. This ritual requires the user to use sanctified oils and cleansing tools during maintenance and repair.

[] Rite of Cleansing (Level 1): This ritual purifies objects tainted by the Warp, making them safe for use. Sacred seals are placed on the afflicted object, and a lit torch or smoldering oils are used to sanctify it. Finally, pure water or snow is sprinkled over the object with a wrench, cleansing it of warp-taint.

[] Rite of Calming (Level 1): Used to pacify machine spirits, preventing conflict between them and the Tech-priests. An enactor approaches with a small offering tailored to the specific machine spirit, such as sacred oils or energy cells. After presenting the offering, the enactor recites a prayer for five minutes, soothing the machine spirit and making it compliant.

[] Rite of Warding (Level 1): Protects the machine spirit from the corrupting influence of the Warp and its denizens. Sacred texts are inscribed on the machine, and a prayer is recited for one minute per level of protection desired, removing dice from attempts to transform, infect, taint, transport, control, manipulate or corrupt the machine or its spirit.

[] Rite of Binding (Level 1): Binds a machine spirit to a Tech-Priest, allowing the priest to directly command its power. This is a challenging task, especially for powerful spirits that may resist binding.

[] Rite of Activation (Level 2): Wakes dormant machine spirits, bringing them back to active function. A sacred hymn is played on the vox by a Tech-Priest to rouse the spirit from slumber.

[] Rite of Incarnation (Level 3): Empowers the machine spirit to directly influence the physical world. The item to be affected must first be cleansed through specific rituals involving water, air, or flame. Then, the machine spirit is bound or persuaded to directly effect the device, granting it remarkable powers.

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UNLOCKED:
Prayer Charms: You unlocked the prayer charms of Cecelyne. Will convert them at a later date.

 

[Yzarc]

Colchis - 831.M30

---

In the depths of the Mechanicus enclave, you, Lorgar, and the Archmagos embarked on a profound journey to redefine the Rite of Cleansing. This pivotal ritual was designed to purify places or objects tainted by the Warp, safeguarding their sanctity within the enclave's hallowed halls.

Drawing deeply from your well of knowledge in Prayer-Eating and the unwavering faith of the Mechanicus, you emphasized the crucial aspect of synchronization. Aligning the prayers and beliefs of the Tech-priests with the ritual's intricate actions, you set forth to cleanse the object of its malevolent influence. The first step entailed the meticulous placement of prayer seals, each one infused with the fervent devotion of the Mechanicus. These seals acted as a bulwark against further warp corruption, their placement a solemn act symbolized by the purifying might of fire from a lit torch or smoldering oils.

Following this, a wrench, representing purity and cleansing, was dipped into either pure water or snow. This sacred act symbolized the eradication of warp-taint, each sprinkle a testament to the meticulous care required to prevent its spread. Through these actions, you could sense the principles of Prayer-Eating guiding your every move, ensuring that the prayers of the Tech-priests flowed harmoniously through the correct channels. The ritual was infused with a potent energy, the unwavering faith of the Mechanicus driving back the insidious taint of the Warp with each seal and sprinkle.

Upon completing the Rite of Cleansing, you stepped back, a sense of profound accomplishment washing over you. The purified object stood before you, a testament to your dedication and the sanctity of the ritual. The Archmagos nodded in approval, acknowledging the significance of your achievement. Through this ritual, you had not only cleansed an object but also bestowed upon the Mechanicus the power and potential of purification.

Embarking on the development of the Rite of Maintenance, the three of you delved into a sacred ritual essential for the upkeep and restoration of damaged machines. This revered practice, steeped in tradition, demanded the use of sanctified oils and cleansing tools, underlining its pivotal role in the Mechanicus' sacred rites.

As you delved deeper into the intricacies of the ritual, its significance transcended mere mechanics. It became a sacred pact, a reverential act to honor the machine spirits and secure their ongoing cooperation. The initial step of the Rite of Maintenance involved the meticulous application of sanctified oils, each drop symbolizing the purifying and rejuvenating touch upon the machine's spirit. The precision and devotion with which this task was executed underscored the reverence the Tech-priests held for their craft.

Subsequently, the use of cleansing tools became imperative to rid the machine of any impurities or debris. This meticulous process, demanding patience and meticulousness, aimed to restore the machine to its peak performance. Even the smallest particle of dirt could disrupt the delicate equilibrium of the machine spirit, highlighting the meticulous care required.

As you conducted the ritual, a profound sense of connection with the machine spirits enveloped you. Each prayer uttered was a heartfelt plea, seeking guidance and blessing from these ancient entities. The ritual became a communion, a dialogue between man and machine, bridging the gap between the physical and the spiritual.

Upon the ritual's completion, a moment of awe ensued as you beheld the machine, now restored to its former glory. The Archmagos, acknowledging the significance of your achievement, nodded in approval. With the successful execution of the Rite of Maintenance, you had not only repaired a machine but also reaffirmed the sacred bond between the Mechanicus and the machine spirits, ensuring their continued harmony and cooperation.

Then, there was the final ritual. One that would bolster the defenses of the machine spirits against the insidious influence of the Warp. This was the Rite of Warding, a sacred practice steeped in tradition and imbued with the power of faith.

The ritual began with the intricate inscription of sacred texts onto the machine, each stroke a ward against the corrupting touch of the Warp. As you carefully etched the symbols, you felt a surge of energy, a connection to something ancient and powerful. The precision required was immense, for the efficacy of the ward depended on the accuracy of the inscriptions.

Once the texts were inscribed, a prayer was recited, its words a shield against the Warp's malevolent forces. The duration of the prayer determined the level of protection desired, with each minute of recitation reinforcing the ward's strength. As you spoke the prayer, you felt the presence of the machine spirits, their essence intertwining with your own in a symbiotic dance of protection and purity.

With the completion of the Rite of Warding, a sense of security descended upon the enclave. The machines stood as bastions of purity, their spirits shielded from the Warp's corrupting influence. The machines were no longer mere tools; they were sanctuaries of the Omnissiah, impervious to the taint of chaos.

As you, Lorgar, and the Archmagos continued your work, the topic of granting wishes to the Archmagos's students arose. This was a rare opportunity, one that could greatly benefit the chosen individuals and further solidify the bond between your tribe and the Adeptus Mechanicus. You turned to the Archmagos, ready to discuss the matter.

"Archmagos," you began, "we have been considering which of your students should be granted wishes. It is a significant decision, and we want to ensure that those chosen will use the knowledge wisely."

The Archmagos nodded, his mechanical voice resonating with a sense of anticipation.

"Verily, the granting of knowledge is a matter of great import. It demands meticulous cogitation and a profound cognizance of the cogitator's desires and cogitations," he intoned.

"What do you think, Son? Who among the Archmagos's students do you believe is deserving of this honor?" You asked, seeking his input.

Lorgar paused, deep in thought.

"I believe that those who have shown dedication to their studies and a genuine desire to advance the knowledge of the Mechanicus should be considered. However, I also believe that we should look beyond mere academic achievement. The chosen individuals should possess a deep understanding of the faith of the Mechanicus and a willingness to serve the Omnissiah."

The Archmagos listened intently, his glowing eyes fixed on Lorgar.

"Your insight is keen, Scion. Those selected must exemplify the ideals of the Mechanicus and show unwavering dedication to its precepts," the Archmagos commended. As the discussion continued, you and Lorgar debated the merits of various students, weighing their accomplishments and character traits. However, before a decision could be reached, the Archmagos interjected, surprising you both.

"I must relay that, due to our recent advancements and the significant progress in our rituals, there has been a near conflict among my students, each vying for the esteemed privilege of volunteering for this opportunity," the Archmagos revealed, his voice carrying the weight of the momentous occasion.

You were taken aback by this revelation. The idea that the Archmagos's students were so eager to volunteer for the honor of receiving wishes spoke volumes about the impact of your work. It was a testament to the success of your collaboration and the profound changes you had brought about in the enclave.

After a moment of silence, you turned to Lorgar, a sense of pride swelling within you. "It seems that our efforts have not gone unnoticed, Son. The enthusiasm of the Archmagos's students is a clear sign that we are on the right path," you remarked, acknowledging the significance of the moment.

Lorgar nodded, a smile of satisfaction on his face, mirroring your sentiments. As this was happening, seven of the Archmagos's students walked in and stood before you, a screen filled with data was presented to you.

"Behold," proclaimed the Archmagos, his voice echoing through the ancient halls, "the fourteen specializations of the Mechanicus, each indispensable to our pursuit of knowledge and mastery."

He began, his words resonating through the ancient halls, "The Explorator, whose duty is to venture into the uncharted, uncovering new technologies and the hidden truths of the galaxy."

"The Genetor," he continued, "master of life's fundamental elements, shaping the essence of living beings and unlocking the enigma of evolution."

"The Alchemys," his voice reverberated, "manipulator of matter and energy, probing the universe's secrets and harnessing its energies."

"The Metallurgicus," he declared, "craftsman of metals and alloys, forging the tools of advancement and the instruments of conflict."

"The Logis," he said, "guardian of numbers and patterns, interpreting the cosmos's language and unraveling its enigmas."

"The Dominus," he announced, "controller of machines and automatons, directing their functions and ensuring their allegiance."

"The Myrmidex," he proclaimed, "warrior-scholar, defender of our knowledge and enforcer of our directives."

"The Provender," he stated, "custodian of life's abundance, securing our nourishment and growth."

"The Hespherstari," he declared, "artificer of armor and armament, protector of our flesh and resolve."

"The Vulpaxis," he continued, "custodian of the departed, guiding spirits to their next realm and preserving their legacy."

"The Lictanex," he said, "master of commerce and diplomacy, forging alliances and securing our prosperity."

"The Cordantor," he proclaimed, "philosopher and sage, illuminating our intellects and spirits on the journey to enlightenment."

"The Malagra," he intoned, "judge and executor, dispenser of justice and upholder of the law."

"The Lachrimallus," he concluded, "supervisor of toil and servitude, ensuring the wheels of advancement never cease."

As the echoes of his words subsided, the Archmagos turned to you, his gaze penetrating. "Now," he said, "select up to seven students from my disciples. They shall be privileged to volunteer to receive the knowledge."

---

CHOICE:
You can choose up to 7 followers, they will serve you for a year and a day before their term is up. Keep in mind that to gain their loyalty, you need to provide them with a high tech workshop within the year. So pick as few (one) or as many (Seven) as you want. Each have only one Profession.

OR

Choose 1 Heroic Magos who becomes a Circle Member. He will always be loyal unless you royally screw up. He can have up to two Professions.

(Circle Member: 1 or Followers: up to 7)

[] Circle Member (2 Professions)

or

[] Followers (up to 7)

-[] Hespherstari

-[] Provender

-[] Explorator

-[] Genetor

-[] Logis

-[] Vulpaxis

-[] Metallurgicus

-[] Dominus

-[] Cordantor

-[] Mhalagra

-[] Alchemys

-[] Myrmidex

-[] Lachrimallus

– Lictanex are disallowed as, if the Archmagos is going to loose a student, he wants new knowledge in return.

 

[Yzarc]

Colchis - 831.M30

---

As you and Lorgar observed the Archmagos's students, one figure stood out amidst the sea of faces. Their gender remained enigmatic, their features veiled in mystery. Yet, it was not their appearance alone that drew your attention, but rather an aura of profound youth and determination that surrounded them.

Approaching this student, you engaged them in conversation, testing the depth of their knowledge and the clarity of their insights. They spoke with a quiet confidence, their words carrying the weight of someone who had delved deep into the mysteries of the universe.

As you conversed, it became apparent that this student had faced many trials and tribulations, yet they had emerged from them with a profound understanding of the universe and a humility that belied their achievements. They spoke of a desire to explore the unknown, to unravel the secrets of the cosmos, and to create panoply that would astound and awe.

Impressed by their wisdom and determination, you and Lorgar decided that this student was deserving of the honor of volunteering for the wish. They embodied the ideals of the Mechanicus, showing a deep reverence for its teachings and a thirst for knowledge that surpassed all others.

Approaching the Archmagos, you explained your decision. The Archmagos listened intently, nodding in agreement. "Indeed, this student shows great promise and dedication,"

"I grant my approval." he remarked.

Turning to the chosen student, you and Lorgar continue testing them.

"What knowledge do you seek, that you would wish for?" you asked, curious to hear their answer.

"I seek the knowledge to explore the unknown, to unravel the mysteries of the universe, and to create great and terrible panoply," the student replied, their voice resonating with conviction.

You and Lorgar exchanged a knowing glance, recognizing the gravity of their request. "Explain," you urged, wanting to understand their intentions better.

"I wish to venture into the deepest reaches of space, to discover new worlds and civilizations," the student explained. "I seek to understand the very fabric of the universe, its laws and its secrets. And with this knowledge, I wish to forge tools and technologies that will not only protect and defend but also inspire awe and wonder."

It was a grand ambition, one that spoke of a profound thirst for knowledge and a desire to push the boundaries of what was known. Yet, there was also a hint of something darker in their words, a hunger for power and mastery that bordered on the perilous.

"We must tread carefully," Lorgar cautioned, sensing an underlying ambition in their words. "Knowledge is a double-edged blade. It can illuminate and elevate, but it can also corrupt and devastate."

The student nodded solemnly, acknowledging the wisdom in Lorgar's words. "I am aware of the risks," they replied. "But I believe that with the right knowledge and intentions, great accomplishments can be made."

Intrigued, you pressed for more details about their goals. With a spark in their eyes, they described their vision of creating a universal frame for modular implants, allowing for easy attachment and removal.

"This frame," they elaborated, "will be a foundation for a wide array of enhancements, from basic tools to advanced cybernetic systems. It will revolutionize how we integrate technology into our bodies, making it more accessible and adaptable."

Lorgar nodded, impressed by the student's foresight. "Such an invention would be remarkable," he commented. "But it would also raise questions about our humanity. Are we still human if we cut out so much of ourselves?"

The student pondered his words before responding. "I believe that individual definitions of humanity are defined by us and our definitions only to us," they asserted.

Sitting across from the student, you and Lorgar delved deeper into their project and thought process. Lorgar initiated the conversation, his tone inquisitive yet analytical.

"Tell us more about the design of your modular frame. How do you plan to ensure its stability and compatibility with various implants?"

"The key," they explained, "lies in creating a standardized interface adaptable to different implants. I am developing a system of connectors and adapters for this purpose."

Impressed, you inquired about their approach to implant rejection prevention.

"I am researching biocompatible materials to mimic the body's tissues, reducing the risk of rejection," they replied earnestly.

As the dialogue progressed, you and Lorgar tested the student on various aspects of their project, challenging them to think critically. By the end, it was evident they possessed a profound understanding and unwavering determination.

Convinced of their merit, you and Lorgar concluded the discussion and approached the Archmagos, nodding in agreement that the student was deserving of the wish.

After further deliberation, you and Lorgar agreed to grant their wish.

"We have made our decision," you declared, your voice carrying the weight of authority. "We believe that this student possesses the skill and vision to make excellent use of the knowledge they seek."

The Archmagos, his approval evident in the subtle hum of his mechanical voice, nodded in agreement. "Very well."

Approaching the student, the Archmagos raised a hand, emanating a soft, ethereal glow. The student stood unwavering as the Archmagos scanned them, a beam of light sweeping over their body and implants.

With the scan underway, the student's eyes widened in anticipation. Stepping forward, you awaited the student's wish, which they spoke with a mixture of reverence and determination. As you granted their wish, a sense of wonder and purpose filled the room.

"I have it," they exclaimed, their voice resonating with awe.

However, the process was not yet finished. The Archmagos, stepping forward, to assist the student in uploading the data into a secure mainframe.

"As per our agreement," the Archmagos explained, "we will store the data in our most secure mainframe."

The student, understanding the gravity of the moment, nodded in acceptance. Together, they and the Archmagos began the intricate process of uploading the data, ensuring that every detail was meticulously transferred and stored.

After that, in a surprising turn, the Archmagos declared the student an Archmagos in their own right, gifting them with a workshop befitting their new status. The workshop, adorned with state-of-the-art tools and machinery, stood as a testament to their potential.

Furthermore, the Archmagos assigned them a small contingent of Skitarii for protection and several junior attendants to aid in their work.

As the student marveled at their new workspace, the Archmagos approached them, imparting a final piece of wisdom.

"Remember," he said, his voice filled with sagacity, "knowledge is a formidable tool, but it is your application of that knowledge that will define your legacy. Use your newfound abilities wisely, and you will carve a path of greatness."

With the formalities concluded and the Archmagos having given the student some parting words, they turned to you with a determined gaze. With a respectful bow, they spoke, "I wish to formally request to join you in your endeavors."

Acknowledging their request, you paused for a moment before asking a question that had been on your mind since you first met them, "Are you a boy or a girl?"

---

CHOOSE:
[] Male
[] Female

 

[Yzarc]

Colchis - 831.M30

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As you posed the question, "Are you a boy or a girl?" an air of anticipation settled in the chamber. The student's response, however, caught you off guard. Her laughter, light and melodious, seemed to fill the space around you.

"I am a woman," she replied with a smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Does it matter?"

You and Lorgar exchanged a glance, both smiling at her response. "Not at all," you replied. "We were simply curious."

"Greetings, my name is Thalassa," she began, her words echoing through the chamber. "I am honored to join your tribe and to embark on this journey with you. Together, we will explore the mysteries of the universe and forge a path to greatness."

With the matter settled, Lorgar stepped forward, his demeanor friendly. "It is settled then. As the newest member of our team, allow me to introduce you to our tribe and help you understand the scope of our ambitions."

The woman nodded, her expression one of eager anticipation. With a respectful bow to the Archmagos, she followed Lorgar out of the chamber.

As she accepted her place among your tribe, the Archmagos signaled for everyone to leave the chamber. As the last exited, he turned to the Geller field generator, a massive and ancient device that protected the enclave from the dangers of the Warp.

With a series of intricate gestures and incantations, the Archmagos activated the generator. The chamber was filled with a low hum as the field sprang to life, enveloping the enclave in a protective barrier.

Once the generator was active, the Archmagos turned to you, a look of solemnity on his face.

"Now that we are alone," he began, his voice echoing in the chamber, "it is time for me to impart to you a knowledge that few possess."

He then began to teach you the words of Enuncia. The Archmagos sat before you, his augmetic eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. He began to speak, his voice a low, rumbling drone that seemed to vibrate through your very core. He revealed the first word of Enuncia: "Syaan." The word was simple, yet its implications were profound. It was the word of creation, the word that could bring into being that which was not by tearing dosn what is.

The word "Syaan" echoed in your mind, its meaning elusive yet tantalizingly close. You had come to understand that Syaan meant more than just "break down"; it signified a fundamental act of creation, a tearing apart of the old to make way for the new.

As you pondered the implications of this word, you felt a surge of excitement and trepidation. To speak Syaan was to wield a power beyond comprehension, to reshape reality itself. But with this power came great risk, for the consequences of a misused word could be catastrophic.

Spend 1 Willpower to use Enuncia. Lost 1 Willpower-> Now at 9/10

With a deep breath, you steel yourself and speak the word aloud. "Syaan." The sound reverberates through the chamber, sending a ripple of energy coursing through the air. Before your eyes, the fabric of reality begins to shimmer and warp, as if responding to your command.

With a gesture of your hand, you focus your will, and the effect of the word manifests immediately. A crack appears in the air, widening into a rift that tears through space itself. Through the rift, you catch a glimpse of a realm beyond, a realm of pure potential and endless data.

But as quickly as it appeared, the rift begins to close, the fabric of reality knitting itself back together. You realize that you have only glimpsed the true power of Syaan, that its full potential remains untapped and unexplored.

As you sit in the aftermath of your experiment, you feel drained of your emotions.

As you struggle to comprehend the magnitude of what you have just learned, the Archmagos continues. He reveals the second word: "Vorien." This word, the word of destruction, that with a mere utterance, one could unmake the very fabric of reality itself.

In the quiet sanctum of the Mechanicus temple, the word "Vorien" hangs heavy in the air, its meaning swirling in your mind like a stormy sea. Unlike its counterpart, Syaan, which signifies breaking down something, Vorien represents destruction, the annihilation of all that is.

As you contemplate the implications of this word, you cannot help but feel a sense of unease. To wield such power is to invite chaos and devastation, and yet, you know that understanding Vorien is crucial to mastering Enuncia, to balancing creation with destruction, to maintaining the delicate equilibrium of the universe.

It is a word that commands respect, that demands caution and restraint. To speak it lightly would be to invite disaster, to risk unleashing forces beyond your control.

Spend 1 Willpower to use Enuncia. Lost 1 Willpower-> Now at 8/10

And yet, you know that you cannot shy away from this word, that you must come to understand it if you are to truly master Enuncia. With a deep breath, you steel yourself and speak the word aloud. "Vorien."

As the word leaves your lips, you feel a surge of power, a raw, primal force that threatens to overwhelm you. Before your eyes, the world around you begins to tremble, as if in fear of what is to come. You realize that you have unleashed something terrible, something that cannot be undone.

With a sense of dread, you watch as reality itself begins to unravel, as the world around you is consumed by a maelstrom of destruction. And in that moment, you understand the true power of Vorien, the power to unmake, to destroy, to bring about the end of all things.

As the destructive force of Vorien threatens to consume everything, the protective hum of the Gellar field intensifies, its soothing vibrations contrasting sharply with the chaos unfolding around you. Reality itself seems to shudder and strain under the weight of your words, the fabric of existence fraying at the edges.

With a sinking feeling in your chest, you realize the magnitude of your mistake. You had underestimated the power of Vorien, the sheer force of destruction it unleashed. Now, as the world around you crumbles and collapses, you are left with a profound sense of regret.

Time seems to slow to a crawl as you watch the devastation unfold. The ground beneath your feet trembles, cracks forming and spreading like veins of shattered glass. The air is thick with the acrid stench of ozone and burning metal, a testament to the raw power you have unleashed.

And then, just as suddenly as it began, it stops. The humming of the Gellar field reaches a crescendo, a barrier against the chaos threatening to engulf you. Painfully slowly, reality begins to restore itself, the cracks in the world stitching themselves back together.

As the last remnants of destruction fade away, you are left standing in the aftermath, the weight of your actions heavy upon you. You know that you have been fortunate, that the Gellar field has protected you from the worst of the damage. But you also know that you cannot afford to make such a mistake again.

With a heavy heart, you vow to learn from this experience, to approach the words of Enuncia with caution and respect. For you have seen firsthand the power they wield, and you know that with great power comes even greater responsibility.

You rest for a time before looking at the Archmagos and nodding, wanting to get this over withj. The Archmagos reveals the third and final word: "Keth." This word is the most enigmatic of them all, for it is the word of change. With it, one could alter the course of events, rewrite history, or reshape the very essence of an individual.

In the damaged chamber of the Archmagos, surrounded by the hum of ancient machinery and the glow of arcane symbols, you listen intently as the final word of Enuncia is revealed. The word hangs in the air, its meaning elusive yet tantalizingly powerful. Keth is the word of change, of transformation, of rewriting the very fabric of reality itself.

As you contemplate the implications of this word, your mind races with possibilities. With Keth, one could alter the course of events, reshape history, or even change the very essence of an individual. The power of Keth is immense, but so too is the responsibility that comes with it.

The Archmagos watches you carefully, his augmetic eyes glowing with a mixture of curiosity and caution. He knows the weight of what he has revealed, the immense potential for both good and ill that lies within the word of change.

Spend 1 Willpower to use Enuncia. Lost 1 Willpower-> Now at 7/10

With a deep breath, you speak the word aloud. "Keth." As the word leaves your lips, you feel a surge of energy, a wave of transformation that washes over you. You close your eyes and focus your will, envisioning the change you wish to enact.

When you open your eyes, the world around you has shifted. Events have unfolded differently, history has been rewritten, and the chamber stands, not restored but never damaged in the first place.

As you stand in the midst of what you have wrought, you realize the true power of Keth. It is not just a word of change, but a word of potential, of endless possibility. With Keth, you could reshape the world in your image, forge a new destiny for yourself and all of humanity.

But as your late master has taught you, with great power comes great responsibility. You must wield the power wisely, with careful consideration for the consequences of your actions. For the word of change is a double-edged sword, capable of both great good and great harm.

With a deep breath, you begin to speak, trying to convey the full meaning of the three words to the Archmagos. You speak of change, of breaking down, destruction, and transformation, of rewriting the very fabric of reality in three very different ways. You try to explain how you can do so much with them.

But as you speak, you realize the futility of your words. How can you describe something so vast, so incomprehensible, with mere language? They were more than just words; they were concepts, a force of nature, a fundamental aspect of existence itself. It is something that must be experienced to be truly understood.

Frustrated, you try to write down the word, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you can capture its essence on paper. But as soon as the pen touches the page, the paper bursts into flames, the word consumed by its own power. You try again, with the same result. Any machine in which the word is recorded explodes in a shower of sparks and smoke.

You look to the Archmagos, hoping for guidance. But he simply watches you, his expression unreadable. You realize that perhaps the true meaning cannot be conveyed through words or writing, that it is something that must be understood on a deeper level.

As you bow your head in acknowledgment of the limitations of language, the Archmagos nods in understanding. He gestures to a nearby console, indicating that he has specialized equipment capable of storing the words of Enuncia as safely as possible.

The machine whirrs to life, its lights blinking as it processes the information. And to your amazement, the machine does not explode. Instead, it hums softly, as if containing a power too great to be unleashed.

The Archmagos turns to you, his augmetic eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He thanks you for your efforts, for attempting to convey the full meaning of words despite its ineffability. He assures you that the words are safe in the machine, its power contained and controlled.

You feel a sense of relief wash over you, knowing that the words are no longer a danger to those around you. You thank the Archmagos for his understanding.

---

ENUNCIA:
A language used to rewrite reality itself. Unlike others, you can speak them safely but even you are not immune to the effects of speaking them. Though you are not harmed directly, if you shape things into existance, you can be damaged/hurt by them.

As it is very unsafe, Fan has decided not to use them unless he is alone and no one else can get hurt if he uses them.

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CHOICE:
[] Ask for a break. Go talk to the tribe. You have been focusing on the Archmagos and now you have more than earned your break.

[] Continue. You have one final service, to teach him the root language to unlock the STCs.

UNLOCKED:

Spoiler: PRINCIPLE-INVOKING ONSLAUGHT

PRINCIPLE-INVOKING ONSLAUGHT
Prerequisite Charms: Mind-Hand Manipulation
All of existence is a weapon to the opened mind. This Charm can enhance any direct telekinetic attack using Mind-Hand Manipulation. Instead of exerting damage through projected force, a successful hit allows the Infernal to shape any instant-duration, damaging phenomenon into existence to injure the target, even if the phenomenon is wholly imagined and has no natural counterpart in Creation's patterns. It is theorized that truly fantastic and seemingly impossible attacks refract principles lost to the Three Spheres Cataclysm.

• Attacks with Mind-Hand Manipulation can now do Aggravated Damage.
• If a character is invincible baring specific weaknesses, then this attack can count as that weaknesses, provided the user of this charm knows about the weaknesses.
• Should the attack kill an immortal target, they die permanently. Spirits and other immortals killed by this charm do not return, instead transmuted into a magical reagent.
• Should the attack kill a mortal target, their souls are extinguished and an appropriate Shaping can transmute their corpse to any other matter with a Resources value equal to the Infernal's Essence.

Spoiler: CONSTRUCTIVE CONVERGENCE OF PRINCIPLES

CONSTRUCTIVE CONVERGENCE OF PRINCIPLES
Prerequisite Charms: Principle-Invoking Onslaught
The Primordials built Creation from the chaos of the Wyld. Tapping into this legacy, an Infernal with Constructive Convergence of Principles may give form to the inchoate. The dice pool for this Charm is (Willpower + Essence).

Each roll requires one full turn of effort, and the character pays one Willpower point with each roll. This roll has a base difficulty of 5 in the Warp, 7 in the Daemon Worlds or warp tainted worlds, 9 in real space. The Infernal can spend accumulated successes at any point to complete part of her construction.

This functions as follows.
Demesne: To forge a demesne, the Infernal must first create the land and then spend successes equal to its demesne level.

Land: To create a stable region—such as land—the Infernal must spend successes equal to its Resources value. She can spend up to five successes at a time. This does mean that creating fertile land and mineral resources requires more effort per acre than blasted plains, desolate marshes and lifeless ocean. The Infernal can use thd charm in this region as if it were a Daemon World.

Magical Things: To create a manse or artifact, the Infernal applies the successes on this roll directly as Craft successes in manse or artifact construction. This Charm cannot speed the construction process more than tenfold, but the character is specifically permitted to supplement this process with Craft Charms.

People: To create people, spirits and demons, the Infernal spends successes equal to the number of Background dots necessary to have them as followers. To create useful Essence 1 servants, the Infernal spends one success per servant. Increase the required successes by one if the character is creating a coherent military unit, social group or government out of the chaos. The Infernal can spend up to five successes at a time.

Wealth: To create portable wealth, the Infernal must spend successes equal to its Resources value. She can spend up to five successes at a time.

 

[Yzarc]

Colchis - 831.M30

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In the mysterious depths of the Archmagos' chamber, you embarked on the daunting task of unraveling the Root language, a form of communication that transcended mere spoken words. It encompassed a spectrum of senses, including sight, smell, pheromones, taste, and even senses like infrared, unknown to human biology.

As you began your explanation, you demonstrated the basic concepts with gestures and expressions, drawing the Archmagos' keen attention. However, as you delved deeper into the intricacies of the language, you encountered your first major hurdle.

The Root language referenced signals that required body parts humans did not possess. There were allusions to sensory organs capable of detecting vibrations in the air, akin to sonar, and appendages that could emit and detect subtle electrical signals, akin to that of a shark.

Attempting to teach these concepts proved challenging. How could you convey something so alien, so fundamentally different from human physiology? Despite using technology to simulate these abilities, the Archmagos struggled to grasp the concepts, his mind unable to fully comprehend the sensory experiences you sought to convey.

Undeterred, you sought alternative teaching methods. Augmented reality simulations were utilized to allow the Archmagos to experience the sensations of these missing body parts. Additionally, other members of the Mechanicus, enhanced with cybernetic upgrades, served as living examples of the Root language's principles.

Progress was slow and arduous. The Root language seemed deeply ingrained in the biology of its speakers, and without the corresponding sensory organs, true understanding remained elusive.

Despite your efforts, the Archmagos struggled to grasp the concepts. Then the Root language's intricate system of scents and pheromones presented a second challenge. You explained the basics of how pheromones functioned, illustrating their ability to signal danger, attraction, or various emotions. Comparisons to animal behavior were made, yet the Archmagos still found the concept challenging.

It became evident that the Root language's comprehension required a deep understanding of biology and chemistry, realms where the Archmagos' augmented senses offered some advantage but not a complete solution. The complexities of this ancient form of communication continued to elude even the most advanced minds.

The Root language employs a vast array of pheromones, each bearing its own unique significance, you explained, observing the Archmagos' struggle to differentiate between them.

To try and surmount this obstacle, you turned once more to technology. You utilized a series of devices capable of replicating the effects of these pheromones, granting the Archmagos firsthand experience, ensuring his immersion in this sensory world.

Immersed in this new realm, the Archmagos began to grasp the subtleties of the Root language's olfactory communication. He learned to discern how specific scents could convey emotions, intentions, and even intricate concepts such as time and space, each revelation bolstering his confidence in navigating these subtle messages.

Despite all this, you and the Archmagos achieved pitiable progress in deciphering this facet of the Root language. You devised a method of translating these scents into more tangible forms of communication, employing visual and auditory cues to complement the olfactory signals. It was deeply entrenched in the essence of life, shaped by eons of evolution, a realization that underscored the challenge of conveying its essence to one devoid of such sensory acumen.

Despite mounting frustration, your determination remained resolute. You explored alternative avenues, delving into taste-based communication, offering various substances in an attempt to evoke specific responses. Yet, this only served to further perplex the Archmagos.

Finally, you introduced him to the concept of infrared communication, employing specialized devices to simulate the sensation. Though intrigued, the Archmagos struggled to decipher the influx of new information it provided.

Ultimately, you conceded that teaching the Archmagos the universal root language surpassed your capabilities. It was too deeply entwined with your biology, too reliant on your sensory experiences, rendering it impractical to convey to another being.

After deliberation, a new path emerged: the translation of the Standard Template Construct (STC) language. The Archmagos, recognizing its significance in unlocking ancient technology, embraced this alternative. With his augmetic eyes alight with anticipation, you embarked together on the formidable task of deciphering its enigmatic symbols and glyphs. Each symbol, a cryptic puzzle awaiting unraveling, held the promise of unlocking the universe's most profound secrets.

Amidst the trials, you and the Archmagos forge ahead, overcoming obstacles to unravel the mysteries of the STC language. Together, you devise a method for translating its cryptic symbols, utilizing augmented reality overlays to simulate the sensory experiences essential for comprehending its complexities. The Archmagos proves remarkably adept, his augmetic enhancements affording him insights beyond your natural abilities.

As your labor continues, the true extent of the STC language's profundity begins to unfurl. It transcends mere communication, serving as a blueprint for advanced technology, a manual for harnessing its power, and surprisingly, a chronicle of ancient history. Each translation unveils new vistas of understanding, unveiling possibilities once deemed unattainable.

After countless hours of toil, you and the Archmagos achieve the monumental feat of translating the STC language. Its wealth of knowledge is staggering, offering humanity a window into a bygone era of technological grandeur. With the translation complete, you and the Archmagos stand poised at the precipice of a new age of enlightenment. The secrets of the STC now lie within grasp, heralding a brighter tomorrow for all humankind.

As the translation of the STC language unfolds before you, the Archmagos's eyes gleam with a newfound fervor. He speaks of the future, of the possibilities that now lay within his grasp. "With this knowledge," he declares, "I have what I need to contest for the spot of Fabricator General."

His ambition is palpable, his determination unwavering. But as you stand beside him, you realize that your own journey is far from over.

"I am here," you explain, "to settle the wound."

The Archmagos regards you with a mix of curiosity and understanding. "The Bleed," he muses, "a place of great power and great peril. To settle it would be…...foolish for most. Most."

You nod, knowing that the task ahead is daunting but necessary. The wound, a rift in the fabric of reality, has long been a source of conflict and chaos. It is a place where the laws of physics break down, where reality itself seems to unravel. But it is also a place of untapped potential, a gateway to realms beyond imagination.

"What were the true dangers of the wound?" you ask the Archmagos.

"The dangers of the wound are manifold," intoned the Archmagos, his voice reverberating with the weight of centuries of knowledge. "The unpredictable cascading time flux is but a minor concern compared to the perils that lie within."

He gestured towards the screen, his mechadendrites whirring softly as he spoke. "The warp horrors that lurk within are beyond comprehension, beings of pure malevolence that seek to corrupt and destroy all they encounter. Their presence alone is enough to invoke insanity and madness."

"Yet even more insidious are the memetic dangers that corrupt space-time," the Archmagos continued, his augmetic eyes glowing with a faint light. "These are ideas and concepts that can infect the mind like a virus, twisting thoughts and perceptions until they are unrecognizable."

"And then there is the breakdown of the laws of physics," he added, his tone grave. "Within the rift, the very fabric of reality is in flux. Time flows erratically, gravity is but a suggestion, and the laws that govern our universe are but a distant memory."

"As we stand here before the sealed wound, let us not forget the dangers that still lurk within," the Archmagos concluded, his voice echoing through the chamber. "We have achieved a great victory today, but we must remain ever vigilant, for the dangers of the warp are ever-present, and they will not rest until they have consumed us all."

With a deep sense of gratitude, you thank the Archmagos for his guidance and wisdom. His knowledge and insight have been invaluable, and you are keenly aware of the importance of your collaboration. As you prepare to leave the chamber, the Archmagos nods, acknowledging you with a slight bow of his head.

With the wishes used to make the Archmagos some sorcerers, you have repaid him back in full.

Thus, as you step out into the cool, dimly lit corridors of the Mechanicus temple, you ponder your next steps. You know that there will be more meetings in the future, more challenges to overcome and mysteries to unravel. But for now, you are content to return to your tribe and share the knowledge you have gained.

As you make your way back to the tribe, you think about who you should go meet next. There are many possibilities, many avenues of exploration and discovery. Perhaps you will seek out the elders of your tribe, to share with them the wonders of the STC language and the potential it holds for your people. Or perhaps you will seek out other tech-priests, to learn from them and exchange knowledge.

As you emerge from the temple into the bright sunlight, you are filled with a sense of purpose and determination. The future is uncertain, but you are ready to face whatever challenges come your way. With the knowledge of the STC language in your possession, you know that you have the power to shape the course of history and lead your tribe to a brighter future.

---

You will need to meet with the Archmagos later, but for now? You have earned your rest.

CHOICE:
[] Assist Lorgar and Thalassa: Help Lorgar integrate Thalassa into the tribe by providing support and guidance. Give her a task to work off her debt.
-[] Write in:

[] Investigate the Attack: Explore the site of the attack and gather information to determine who was responsible. This could involve tracking the attackers, interviewing witnesses, or searching for clues left behind.

[] Fortify the Tribe: Help the tribe strengthen their defenses to prevent future attacks. This could involve building fortifications, training warriors, or developing early warning systems.

 

[Yzarc]

Colchis - 831.M30

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The journey to the site of the battle with Haraq stretched out, a relentless trek through rugged terrain and unforgiving elements. By your side, Haraq walked, a stalwart companion whose very presence was a testament to the indomitable spirit of your tribe. His words were a tapestry woven with threads of valor and tenacity, recounting the clash of warriors and the dance of blades in the throes of battle.

He spoke of the unity that had fortified your tribe, a fortress of resolve against the tide of invaders. The air resonated with tales of desperate stands and cunning stratagems, of warriors fighting not just for survival, but for the very essence of their existence.

As you approached the battlefield, a hallowed ground soaked in the blood of heroes, the weight of the past and the magnitude of the present bore down upon you. The landscape bore the scars of conflict, a silent witness to the ferocity that had unfolded there.

The remnants of war lay scattered like forgotten dreams, shattered weapons and sundered armor testament to the fury that had consumed the combatants. Yet amidst the wreckage, you sought clues, a lone seeker amidst the debris of history.

With Haraq at your side, you combed through the detritus, your eyes keen, your mind sharp. Each artifact told a story, a fragment of the epic narrative that had unfolded on this battlefield.

And then, amidst the chaos, a single clue beckoned, a piece of fabric clinging to a jagged edge. To the untrained eye, it was a mere thread of cloth, inconsequential amidst the carnage. But to you, it was a beacon, illuminating the path to truth.

As you examined the fabric, your heart clenched with recognition. Stitched into its very fibers was the emblem of a tribe once allied, now estranged. Memories surged forth, of bonds once unbreakable, now fractured by the cruel hands of fate.

Your sister, a bridge between tribes, had perished, leaving behind a legacy of sorrow and a son destined to lead. The once-united tribes now stood apart, torn asunder by grief and misunderstanding, the promise of peace shattered like glass.

Memories surged forth, painting vivid images of a time when your tribes stood as one, bound by blood and marriage. The union of your sister to their chieftain had been a beacon of hope, a promise of lasting peace and unity between your peoples.

Yet, fate's hand had dealt a cruel blow, snatching away your sister in a tragic twist of events. Her untimely death left behind a young son, now poised to ascend as chieftain. In the wake of her passing, the ties that once bound your tribes together began to fray, eventually unraveling as they turned their backs on you, casting you aside like a forgotten relic.

As your gaze fell upon the emblem emblazoned on the fabric, a torrent of emotions flooded your being. Anger at the betrayal of former allies. Sorrow, for the loss of your sister. And a burning desire for justice, to right the wrongs that had been inflicted upon you and your tribe.

You realized then that the attack on your tribe had been no random act of aggression, but a calculated betrayal orchestrated by those who were once kin. With this revelation, your resolve hardened, steeling your determination to uncover the truth and deliver retribution to those responsible.

With a solemn heart, you carefully stowed the fabric in your satchel, a somber reminder of the treachery that had befallen you. Standing tall, you vowed to your sister's memory that you would not rest until her death had been avenged, and your tribe's honor restored.

Yet, amidst thoughts of vengeance, your mind drifted to your nephew, the young chieftain-to-be of the tribe that had turned against you. A complex mix of emotions stirred within you as you contemplated his actions.

Love, deep and unyielding, for the boy you had helped raise and nurture after his mother's passing. You remembered the joy and laughter he had brought into your life, his innocence a stark contrast to the darkness that now clouded your world.

But alongside that love, there was also disappointment and betrayal. Your nephew, now a grown man, had forsaken the bonds of kinship and succumbed to the allure of power and ambition.

Despite this, you could not help but feel compassion for him. You understood the weight of expectation that rested upon his shoulders, the burden of leadership and the desire to honor his mother's legacy.

In stark contrast to your nephew's choices, your love for Lorgar burned bright and unwavering. He reminded you of the goodness that still existed in the world, a beacon of hope in the midst of turmoil.

You vowed to protect Lorgar at all costs, to shield him from the darkness that threatened to consume your nephew. You would impart upon him the values of honor and loyalty, preparing him for the challenges that lay ahead.

As you stood amidst the remnants of conflict, you knew that difficult decisions lay ahead. But you were resolved to face them with courage and determination, guided by your love for both your nephew and Lorgar, and your unwavering commitment to justice and truth.

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RESOURCES:

• A Magic Oasis protected by Magic. It grants any people who drink from it, the TDC mutation.
• A size 3 Battlegroup, consisting of almost one hundred people. It has max discipline and training and has a bonus when performing its signature tactics due to TDC.
• Sorcerer auxiliary and Sand bike skirmish units.
• 30 Grox, out of which 15 act as a stealthy Heavy Armor division.
• 3 Adult Ambulls and 6 juveniles, with the Adults acting as stealthy super heavy Armored units and a Dread Ambull, that acts as a Size 1 Battle Group in addition to the normal classification. All Ambulls have the deep strike capability.
• A modern Caravan capable of carrying many goods and large amounts of water.
• Stockpile of food, medicines and water. Enough to last for the initial settlement of the Wound or as a bond for the Tribal challenge.
• Guns and other weapons. Steel Melee weapons.
• A Primarch, Lorgar.
• Archmagos Thalassa and her retinue
• People with the TDC mutation, reducing the need for food and water while being adapted to the desert.
• An alliance of convenience with an Archmagos of the Mechanicum.

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MAIN QUESTS
Main quests are things that are important and to be completed. They are long term quests and will take multiple projects and a lot of turns to complete.

• Main Quest: Resurrect/remake the World Soul. The World Soul is dead and the people are at the mercy of Warp predators. Remake the World Soul for fun and profit.
• (OPTIONAL) Main Quest: Find the technology of the Ancients. Nuff said. The DAoT was a crazy age filled with sun snuffers and continental killers. Let's see how deep this rabbit hole goes.

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SUBQUEST
Sub-quests are things that, while important, are less than that of a main quest. They generally take only a few Projects and turns to complete.

• Unite the Tribes. You need to unite the Tribes if you want to rebuild the Men of Stone. For this you need to find a way, by sword or by word, to unify them.
• Enter the Wound and Conquer its secrets. Gather Supplies, Train yourself and your team, seek guidance, scout the area and much more. You will need it.
• (OPTIONAL) Settle the Wound. Settling the Wound is dangerous but it would be the best option for your people as it can be turned into a land of plenty, where your people would not have to worry for want of food and water. It could also be offered up as a bond price to challenge the other tribes.

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PROJECTS
You have a total of 7 Action Points to spend on tasks by default.
Companions: Unavailable

Circle Members Can take on ONE (1) Project each. They do not need AP, and you can assign them one Project they are suited to.

Lorgar: By Virtue of being a Primarch, he can take on any project but excels on Social Projects.
Archmagos Thalassa: Can take on tech and uplift projects. Doing so would count towards her debt.

Projects Currently Available: (each sub choice is 1 AP except where stated)
NOTE: None of the below are Guaranteed to succeed. You can make the attempt but success will depend on a. If it is possible, b. How well you roll and c. What sub choices you make.

VOTE IN PLAN FORMAT
CHOOSE : Action Points: 7

[] PLAN

-[] Uplift the Tribe (0/4)
--Convert the caravan into a Foundry.
–There are a few craftsmen in your tribe, teach them the skills necessary to be of use.
--Gather and refine Material. You need quality material to forge the technology.
– Ensure that there is a steady supply of modern goods.

-[] Strengthen your Tribe. (0/4)
--Augment your warriors. See how this can be done, either combat stims or implants.
–Craft the Weapons and armors or commission the same.
--Drill them to be comfortable with the new weapons.
--Refit the sand bikes and Grox with weapons and armor.

-[] Learn a new Sorcery. (0/1)
--Spend a few days training yourself in Maelstrom Sorcery.

-[] Speak with the Archmagos (0/1)
–The Archmagos possess the technology to safely enter the Wound. Bargain with him.

-[] The Golden metal (0/2)
– Examine the strange Golden metal that made up Lorgar's pod.
– See if you can refine it further. It seems……incomplete.

-[] Investigate the rival tribe (0/1)
– This is personal but perhaps you should parley with the rival tribe and see what is going on there? Perhaps your nephew is not completely lost?

-[] Protection of Faith (0/2)
– Try and teach the tribe the faith that Lorgar has just written down.
– Try and carve amulets and symbols so that the same can be used to ward away evil.

-[] Supplies and equipment (0/4)
– Find out what supplies would be needed in the wound.
– Prepare ways to safely store supplies in the Wound
– Provision and acquire supplies for the Wound
– Prepare ways to safely transport the supplies to and from the Wound.

-[] I AM ROBOT (0/2)
– Choose someone to receive the Savant Background for the Dominus Specialization.
–Seek out the secrets behind the robot that you found in the caravan. See how much you can improve upon the Mechanicus's automata and battle-automata.

-[] Write in a Project or Action. (0/??)