Echoes of Creation (30k/Exalted)
- Thread starter Yzarc
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@Yzarc Each Primarch have spiritual connections with Their Marines through Geneseed. Is it not possible to Control those connection by their Primarch as a Vector to impose his Mythos or Legend among his sons? Sorta like a more Benevolent version of Black Rage which allowed Blood Angel's to draw upon Part of Sanguinius's Mythos?
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
A Mythos is not so much what they do but who they are, as defined by their actions.
So it is not something they can control per say.
Even mythos abilities are things they achieved once, and thus find it easier to repeat.
Hence why no Primarch aside from Lorgar can really purchase them so far.
That is why it really cannot be gamed outside of some really invasive Sorcery.
So it is not something they can control per say.
Even mythos abilities are things they achieved once, and thus find it easier to repeat.
Hence why no Primarch aside from Lorgar can really purchase them so far.
That is why it really cannot be gamed outside of some really invasive Sorcery.
- Location
- Belgium
[X] He wishes to become more like Lorgar
Ideally the same thing that kept him from noticing the Heresy before it exploded, he only has so much attention to spare. If he does not look closely enough at something he can't see it and there are many calls on his time.
The reason we can't say that Fan is a man with powers is that his powers don't fit the established paradigm. Given who the Emperor is if he knows that there's a fair chance that he'll decide the appropriate course of action is to vivisect Fan to see how they work. Or to assume that any anomaly is either xeno or Chaos derived and move straight to purging.
The way we stop him from reading the minds of the tribe is to have him never meet members of the tribe who know about Fan's true origins or powers, and instead to only meet people who believe whatever our cover story is.
The way to stop him from looking into the past is to avoid him ever coming to places where he could use retrocognition to easily find a hole in the cover story.
I also expect there's sorcery we can do that would leverage Loom Snarling Deception, or even that the charm itself would be sufficient, that would make attempts to read Fan's past return whatever result we wanted it to.
And beyond that, as DragonParadox says, the best way is to have a good enough cover story that fits the Emperor's expectations enough that he doesn't bother to look at all. If, say, Fan sounds like something that makes sense within the context of the setting, he's very unlikely to look any deeper, given that he never did in canon.
So, just brainstorming some write-in actions for next turn. Thinking of options like:
[] Long Term Augmentation: seek as many as possible volunteers to take part in a project to produce a long term R&D project. It will entail them receiving one mutation or merit every year (and a day) and allowing themselves to be recorded and studied and the results reverse engineered if possible. The mutations are: Mega-Mental, Mega-Social, Mega-Physical, and Mega-Health attributes, Double Longevity, Double Extra Speed, Exalted Healing, Darksight and Immunities to Poison, Disease, and Radiation. The Merits are Drahma's Voice, Code of Honour, Lightning Calculator, Eidetic Memory and Iron Will. A number of people will also be recruited to receive the Savant - Genetor orSavant - Cordantor background to perform the ongoing monitoring and support the testing. In future years the first group will receive another from the initial list, and the second group will receive the other Savant background and then relevant Ability Aptitude merits. Over the next seventeen years packages of various combinations of the mutations/merits applied in different orders will be reverse engineered as coherent augmentation packages. As our population grows more people will be recruited to the trial, but only up to one AP worth of Lorgar's capacity to use VEE.
[] Start Shaping the Wound into reality. Use CCP + CCC. Using the CASI stasis bunker narrative previously discussed, try to first shape some low value land, then a thousand strong unit of soldiers (4+1 successes) who were part of the forces stationed at the Institute to protect it, and then use any remaining successes to generate their officers using the useful servants option. Try using the Enuncia word Keth to reinforce the historic reality of the narrative if it seems possible to do so without too much danger. Ask if the Spirits can assist you with their memories of Colchis just before the Age of Strife to add verisimilitude.
[] As above but rather than regular soldiers the pilots and technicians of the protective airforce unit
[] As above but rather than regular soldiers the tankers and technicians of an attached armoured unit and their officers
[] As above, but rather than soldiers shape the institute researchers and leadership
[] As above, but a disorgansied group of ten thousand students from the university the institute was attached with excess successes used to generate notably talented students
[] Shape land to be fertile enough to support our new population
[] Lorgar to integrate the tribe and the CCP-ed people and form a hybrid community, as if their narrative history is real.
[] Thalassa to build shelter and agricultural equipment to sustain our new population
Assuming it's one AP per CCP roll this would be possible to do all of in one turn. That would place us in a vastly better position. We'd have more than a thousand more trained members of the military, familiar with hyper-tech weapons and the tactics and strategy of using them. We'd have over a thousand technicians who could keep such equipment running. And we'd have a civilian population of ten thousand bright young people from a hypertech era who weren't scarred by the cultural trauma of the Long Night.
This would give us a much better platform form which to reunify Colchis. Not just logistically but also culturally, as rather than just being abused slaves and desert nomads well also have a civilized modern population with an understanding of what's required to make urban industrial and post-industrial economies and cultures work.
Later on we can discover more bunkers, such as one full of the faculty of the attached university, who can then be part of building curricula and media to educate the freed slaves.
This is also something we can keep doing we can Shape normal reality, so once we reach orbit we can do things like Shape stasis locked safe rooms for engineering and ship design or starship crew into existence on board them, along with Shaping the raw materials required for the most critical repairs.
With a little bit of focus over the next two or three years, if this works we could massively accelerate both our takeover of Colchis and the rate at which we can develop it. Just a few years head start is likely to make a massive difference.
[] Long Term Augmentation: seek as many as possible volunteers to take part in a project to produce a long term R&D project. It will entail them receiving one mutation or merit every year (and a day) and allowing themselves to be recorded and studied and the results reverse engineered if possible. The mutations are: Mega-Mental, Mega-Social, Mega-Physical, and Mega-Health attributes, Double Longevity, Double Extra Speed, Exalted Healing, Darksight and Immunities to Poison, Disease, and Radiation. The Merits are Drahma's Voice, Code of Honour, Lightning Calculator, Eidetic Memory and Iron Will. A number of people will also be recruited to receive the Savant - Genetor orSavant - Cordantor background to perform the ongoing monitoring and support the testing. In future years the first group will receive another from the initial list, and the second group will receive the other Savant background and then relevant Ability Aptitude merits. Over the next seventeen years packages of various combinations of the mutations/merits applied in different orders will be reverse engineered as coherent augmentation packages. As our population grows more people will be recruited to the trial, but only up to one AP worth of Lorgar's capacity to use VEE.
[] Start Shaping the Wound into reality. Use CCP + CCC. Using the CASI stasis bunker narrative previously discussed, try to first shape some low value land, then a thousand strong unit of soldiers (4+1 successes) who were part of the forces stationed at the Institute to protect it, and then use any remaining successes to generate their officers using the useful servants option. Try using the Enuncia word Keth to reinforce the historic reality of the narrative if it seems possible to do so without too much danger. Ask if the Spirits can assist you with their memories of Colchis just before the Age of Strife to add verisimilitude.
[] As above but rather than regular soldiers the pilots and technicians of the protective airforce unit
[] As above but rather than regular soldiers the tankers and technicians of an attached armoured unit and their officers
[] As above, but rather than soldiers shape the institute researchers and leadership
[] As above, but a disorgansied group of ten thousand students from the university the institute was attached with excess successes used to generate notably talented students
[] Shape land to be fertile enough to support our new population
[] Lorgar to integrate the tribe and the CCP-ed people and form a hybrid community, as if their narrative history is real.
[] Thalassa to build shelter and agricultural equipment to sustain our new population
Assuming it's one AP per CCP roll this would be possible to do all of in one turn. That would place us in a vastly better position. We'd have more than a thousand more trained members of the military, familiar with hyper-tech weapons and the tactics and strategy of using them. We'd have over a thousand technicians who could keep such equipment running. And we'd have a civilian population of ten thousand bright young people from a hypertech era who weren't scarred by the cultural trauma of the Long Night.
This would give us a much better platform form which to reunify Colchis. Not just logistically but also culturally, as rather than just being abused slaves and desert nomads well also have a civilized modern population with an understanding of what's required to make urban industrial and post-industrial economies and cultures work.
Later on we can discover more bunkers, such as one full of the faculty of the attached university, who can then be part of building curricula and media to educate the freed slaves.
This is also something we can keep doing we can Shape normal reality, so once we reach orbit we can do things like Shape stasis locked safe rooms for engineering and ship design or starship crew into existence on board them, along with Shaping the raw materials required for the most critical repairs.
With a little bit of focus over the next two or three years, if this works we could massively accelerate both our takeover of Colchis and the rate at which we can develop it. Just a few years head start is likely to make a massive difference.
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A last thought ahead of the update. If Dharok survives his transformation that gives us another strong option for the upcoming battle.
Before, we couldn't use Lorgar's immense social skills to get them to defect because they sold themselves for power and we couldn't plausibly offer them greater power if they did so.
If Dharok survives though, we have a living example that we can offer greater power than the Chaos Gods did, as he's now a transhuman warrior in hypertech power armour, so is significantly stronger with significantly less downside than he was before.
As a result, we can make a significantly better pitch that if they rebel against their unholy masters and return to the light, they too can undergo a similar transformation. I doubt all of them would, but for those who did this feels like something that would be resonant with Lorgar's mythos just as Dhorak renouncing them was. I strongly doubt that they can become super marines like he has the chance to, but after seeing the process once I wonder if we can optimise it so that they can wish to become regular marines after injection with gene seed without too much danger of death.
I understand that what we're doing with Dhofar isn't generally repeatable, but if he succeeds it seems narratively appropriate that his ex-followers have the chance to follow in his foot steps, forming a company of marines for him to be the captain of.
Before, we couldn't use Lorgar's immense social skills to get them to defect because they sold themselves for power and we couldn't plausibly offer them greater power if they did so.
If Dharok survives though, we have a living example that we can offer greater power than the Chaos Gods did, as he's now a transhuman warrior in hypertech power armour, so is significantly stronger with significantly less downside than he was before.
As a result, we can make a significantly better pitch that if they rebel against their unholy masters and return to the light, they too can undergo a similar transformation. I doubt all of them would, but for those who did this feels like something that would be resonant with Lorgar's mythos just as Dhorak renouncing them was. I strongly doubt that they can become super marines like he has the chance to, but after seeing the process once I wonder if we can optimise it so that they can wish to become regular marines after injection with gene seed without too much danger of death.
I understand that what we're doing with Dhofar isn't generally repeatable, but if he succeeds it seems narratively appropriate that his ex-followers have the chance to follow in his foot steps, forming a company of marines for him to be the captain of.
This does raise the question of if you took a normal space marine could they wish to be like their primarch. Would that unlock their myths powers.
Turn 5: Consequences of Choices
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
Colchis - 831.M30
In the arid deserts of Colchis, where the sun scorched the land and the winds whispered secrets of ancient civilizations, Dharok stood at the precipice of his destiny. He was no ordinary man; he was Lorgar's cousin, your nephew. Dharok yearned for something more, a cosmic purpose that transcended mere mortality.
The gene-seed, the sacred essence of the Space Marines, held the promise of transformation. Those who underwent the ritual would emerge reborn, their bodies enhanced, their minds sharpened, and their souls bound to the stars.
You held the vial containing the gene-seed. "Dharok," you intoned, "you seek transformation. But remember, the path you tread is treacherous. Chaos whispers to those who want to wield power."
Dharok nodded, his resolve unyielding. He had seen the chaos cults, their twisted forms and corrupted minds. Lorgar's rejection of chaos and his purification had taught him caution, but also curiosity. What lay beyond the veil of mortality? What secrets did the gene-seed hold?
The injection was swift, a searing pain that coursed through his veins. But it was the moment he made the wish that his vision blurred. Dharok felt as if the desert sands shifted beneath him. Memories flooded his mind, battles fought on distant worlds, the taste of alien blood, the weight of a bolter in his hands. Was this the gene-seed's legacy, or his own imagination?
Minutes passed, and Dharok's body changed. His muscles swelled, his bones hardened, and his senses sharpened. He could hear the whispers of the stars, feel the cosmic currents that flowed through the universe. But with power came sacrifice. Dreams haunted him, visions of chaos gods, their eyes like black holes, pulling at his soul.
Dharok's senses expanded. He saw the warp, the chaotic realm that lay beyond reality, tearing at the edges of his perception. It beckoned him, promising unimaginable might. But there was a price. Always a price.
The first test came swiftly. A vision materialized, a battlefield strewn with broken bodies. Space Marines, clad in Power armor, fought against a tide of daemons. Their bolters roared, but the daemons kept coming. Dharok did not recognized the insignia.
"Join us," a voice whispered. It was not the voice of Lorgar or his uncle. No, this voice was seductive, honeyed. "Serve chaos, and you will be invincible."
Dharok hesitated. He had been freed of the horrors of the Warp by his Cousin. But now, as the warp tugged at him, he wondered if he had made a mistake forsaking Chaos. He stood at the precipice, the maddening whispers of the Warp clawing at his mind. The twisted energies that had once consumed him now beckoned, promising power, vengeance, and release from the shackles of mortality.
The Chaos Gods hungered for their lost champion. They whispered sweet nothings, promising dominion over worlds, the ecstasy of slaughter, and the thrill of eternal war. Dharok's blood boiled with conflicting desires, the righteous fury of vengeance against the seductive lure of forbidden power.
Dharok clenched his fists. He remembered the faces of those he had sacrificed, their screams as his former men tore them apart. The rage burned within him, but so did the memory of Lorgar's courage. Lorgar had severed his connection to the Warp, sealing it away only for it to now be forced back open again.
Dharok made his decision. He would oppose the Chaos Gods, not with their own twisted gifts, but with Faith, steel and fire. The Gods in the Warp howled, but he resisted, channeling his rage into purpose.
He stepped onto the battlefield. The ground trembled beneath his armored boots. Daemons lunged at him, twisted abominations with eyes like black holes. Their claws scraped against his ceramite plate, leaving gouges. But Dharok did not falter. He swung his power fists, smashing limbs, and his bolter spat death.
The Marines watched him. Their leader approached. His eyes held both suspicion and hope. "Who are you?" The Captain demanded.
"Dharok," he replied. "A recruit."
The Captain's gaze bore into him. "Recruits don't fight like that. You move with the grace of a veteran."
Dharok clenched his fists. "I fight for humanity."
The Captain did not reply, instead raising his bolter and pointing it at Dharok. Dharok stepped forward, at the ready.
"Captain," he replied, his tone steady. "I am no Warp-Xenos. I fight against them."
The Captain's skepticism deepened. "Your sudden appearance raises questions."
Dharok's gaze swept the battlefield.
"I emerged from a rift, a tear in reality. The same rift that disgorged these daemons. I seek answers, not bloodshed." He said honestly.
The Captain studied him. "And why should I believe you?"
"Because I know of your bloodline," Dharok said. "Because of Lorgar."
The Captain's grip tightened on his power sword but Dharok spoke on. That name had clearly ment something, even if the Captain was not sure what.
"I come in peace, Captain." Dharok spoke.
"Your loyalty is untested." The Captain said finally after a long pause, lowering his bolter reluctantly.
"Then test it," Dharok challenged. "Let me prove myself. Together, we can close the rift, banish the warp Xenos, and save this world."
The battle raged on, the daemons relentless, the sky torn by Warp storms. The Captain glanced at his squad, then back at Dharok. "Very well. Fight at my side. Earn your trust."
Dharok nodded, and they charged into the fray. Plasma bolts seared daemonic flesh, and power fists shattered their forms. Dharok fought with a controlled fury, his purple eyes unwavering.
As the rift pulsed, threatening to widen, Dharok channeled his inner light. The ground trembled, and the rift shrank. The Captain fought alongside him, their blades and fists a symphony of defiance.
The battle raged on. Dharok's blood sang with adrenaline. He felt the warp's pull, the promise of godhood. But he also saw the Marines fall, their valor unmatched, their sacrifice noble. They fought not for themselves, but for Humanity.
He saw as the Captain's blade clashed with a daemon's.
"Choose, Dharok. Valor or chaos." A voice, suspiciously like Lorgar, spoke to him.
Dharok hesitated. The daemons closed in, their eyes hungry. And then he made his choice.
He lunged at the Daemon, the source of the whispers. His power fists screamed, and the Daemon's head tumbled. The whispers ceased.
"Valor," he said. "Always valor."
The aftermath of Dharok's decisive blow left the Daemon's mutilated body sprawled across the blood-soaked ground. The other daemons, momentarily stunned, regrouped with renewed fury. Their eyes glowed malevolently, hungering for vengeance.
That was when things went from bad to worse. As he stepped back, a sudden tremor shook the battlefield. The ground split open, revealing a gaping chasm.
Dharok's side arms slipped from his grasp, vanishing into the void. His armor cracked, and the warp seeped through, twisting his mind. The whispers returned, louder, more insistent. They promised power, salvation, or damnation, each voice pulling at his sanity.
Dharok teetered on the edge of the abyss. His choices would shape his destiny:
CHOOSE ONE:
[] Leap into the Abyss: The whispers beckoned. Dharok could plunge into the darkness, risking everything for his allies.
[] Invoke Lorgar's Name: Dharok could call upon the Lorgar's light, banishing the whispers.
[] Seal the Abyss: Dharok might attempt to close the rift, sacrificing his own life.
In the arid deserts of Colchis, where the sun scorched the land and the winds whispered secrets of ancient civilizations, Dharok stood at the precipice of his destiny. He was no ordinary man; he was Lorgar's cousin, your nephew. Dharok yearned for something more, a cosmic purpose that transcended mere mortality.
The gene-seed, the sacred essence of the Space Marines, held the promise of transformation. Those who underwent the ritual would emerge reborn, their bodies enhanced, their minds sharpened, and their souls bound to the stars.
You held the vial containing the gene-seed. "Dharok," you intoned, "you seek transformation. But remember, the path you tread is treacherous. Chaos whispers to those who want to wield power."
Dharok nodded, his resolve unyielding. He had seen the chaos cults, their twisted forms and corrupted minds. Lorgar's rejection of chaos and his purification had taught him caution, but also curiosity. What lay beyond the veil of mortality? What secrets did the gene-seed hold?
The injection was swift, a searing pain that coursed through his veins. But it was the moment he made the wish that his vision blurred. Dharok felt as if the desert sands shifted beneath him. Memories flooded his mind, battles fought on distant worlds, the taste of alien blood, the weight of a bolter in his hands. Was this the gene-seed's legacy, or his own imagination?
Minutes passed, and Dharok's body changed. His muscles swelled, his bones hardened, and his senses sharpened. He could hear the whispers of the stars, feel the cosmic currents that flowed through the universe. But with power came sacrifice. Dreams haunted him, visions of chaos gods, their eyes like black holes, pulling at his soul.
Dharok's senses expanded. He saw the warp, the chaotic realm that lay beyond reality, tearing at the edges of his perception. It beckoned him, promising unimaginable might. But there was a price. Always a price.
The first test came swiftly. A vision materialized, a battlefield strewn with broken bodies. Space Marines, clad in Power armor, fought against a tide of daemons. Their bolters roared, but the daemons kept coming. Dharok did not recognized the insignia.
"Join us," a voice whispered. It was not the voice of Lorgar or his uncle. No, this voice was seductive, honeyed. "Serve chaos, and you will be invincible."
Dharok hesitated. He had been freed of the horrors of the Warp by his Cousin. But now, as the warp tugged at him, he wondered if he had made a mistake forsaking Chaos. He stood at the precipice, the maddening whispers of the Warp clawing at his mind. The twisted energies that had once consumed him now beckoned, promising power, vengeance, and release from the shackles of mortality.
The Chaos Gods hungered for their lost champion. They whispered sweet nothings, promising dominion over worlds, the ecstasy of slaughter, and the thrill of eternal war. Dharok's blood boiled with conflicting desires, the righteous fury of vengeance against the seductive lure of forbidden power.
Dharok clenched his fists. He remembered the faces of those he had sacrificed, their screams as his former men tore them apart. The rage burned within him, but so did the memory of Lorgar's courage. Lorgar had severed his connection to the Warp, sealing it away only for it to now be forced back open again.
Dharok made his decision. He would oppose the Chaos Gods, not with their own twisted gifts, but with Faith, steel and fire. The Gods in the Warp howled, but he resisted, channeling his rage into purpose.
He stepped onto the battlefield. The ground trembled beneath his armored boots. Daemons lunged at him, twisted abominations with eyes like black holes. Their claws scraped against his ceramite plate, leaving gouges. But Dharok did not falter. He swung his power fists, smashing limbs, and his bolter spat death.
The Marines watched him. Their leader approached. His eyes held both suspicion and hope. "Who are you?" The Captain demanded.
"Dharok," he replied. "A recruit."
The Captain's gaze bore into him. "Recruits don't fight like that. You move with the grace of a veteran."
Dharok clenched his fists. "I fight for humanity."
The Captain did not reply, instead raising his bolter and pointing it at Dharok. Dharok stepped forward, at the ready.
"Captain," he replied, his tone steady. "I am no Warp-Xenos. I fight against them."
The Captain's skepticism deepened. "Your sudden appearance raises questions."
Dharok's gaze swept the battlefield.
"I emerged from a rift, a tear in reality. The same rift that disgorged these daemons. I seek answers, not bloodshed." He said honestly.
The Captain studied him. "And why should I believe you?"
"Because I know of your bloodline," Dharok said. "Because of Lorgar."
The Captain's grip tightened on his power sword but Dharok spoke on. That name had clearly ment something, even if the Captain was not sure what.
"I come in peace, Captain." Dharok spoke.
"Your loyalty is untested." The Captain said finally after a long pause, lowering his bolter reluctantly.
"Then test it," Dharok challenged. "Let me prove myself. Together, we can close the rift, banish the warp Xenos, and save this world."
The battle raged on, the daemons relentless, the sky torn by Warp storms. The Captain glanced at his squad, then back at Dharok. "Very well. Fight at my side. Earn your trust."
Dharok nodded, and they charged into the fray. Plasma bolts seared daemonic flesh, and power fists shattered their forms. Dharok fought with a controlled fury, his purple eyes unwavering.
As the rift pulsed, threatening to widen, Dharok channeled his inner light. The ground trembled, and the rift shrank. The Captain fought alongside him, their blades and fists a symphony of defiance.
The battle raged on. Dharok's blood sang with adrenaline. He felt the warp's pull, the promise of godhood. But he also saw the Marines fall, their valor unmatched, their sacrifice noble. They fought not for themselves, but for Humanity.
He saw as the Captain's blade clashed with a daemon's.
"Choose, Dharok. Valor or chaos." A voice, suspiciously like Lorgar, spoke to him.
Dharok hesitated. The daemons closed in, their eyes hungry. And then he made his choice.
He lunged at the Daemon, the source of the whispers. His power fists screamed, and the Daemon's head tumbled. The whispers ceased.
"Valor," he said. "Always valor."
The aftermath of Dharok's decisive blow left the Daemon's mutilated body sprawled across the blood-soaked ground. The other daemons, momentarily stunned, regrouped with renewed fury. Their eyes glowed malevolently, hungering for vengeance.
That was when things went from bad to worse. As he stepped back, a sudden tremor shook the battlefield. The ground split open, revealing a gaping chasm.
Dharok's side arms slipped from his grasp, vanishing into the void. His armor cracked, and the warp seeped through, twisting his mind. The whispers returned, louder, more insistent. They promised power, salvation, or damnation, each voice pulling at his sanity.
Dharok teetered on the edge of the abyss. His choices would shape his destiny:
CHOOSE ONE:
[] Leap into the Abyss: The whispers beckoned. Dharok could plunge into the darkness, risking everything for his allies.
[] Invoke Lorgar's Name: Dharok could call upon the Lorgar's light, banishing the whispers.
[] Seal the Abyss: Dharok might attempt to close the rift, sacrificing his own life.
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Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
- Location
- India
Will there be total four tests?
I think that is Neverborn which... just no. Neverborn are another color of all consuming evil gods.
[X] Seal the Abyss: Dharok might attempt to close the rift, sacrificing his own life.
Eh fuck it, we gambled, we lost, no one needs Neverborn. Bye bye Dharok. You at least died doing something heroic.
[X] Seal the Abyss: Dharok might attempt to close the rift, sacrificing his own life.
Eh fuck it, we gambled, we lost, no one needs Neverborn. Bye bye Dharok. You at least died doing something heroic.
I'm should we use logar name
I don't think a roll of 20 is bad enough for this to be the Neverborn.
If I'm right Abyss written like that will have a nice chuckle at the idea of Lorgar's petty divinity and then wear Dharok's corpse like a meat suit. Willingly choosing death is about the only thing I could see holding them off.
Maybe, I'm not willing to risk that.
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If we look at the three options, the first says we're taking a risk for our allies, the second doesn't mention any chance of failure, while the third says it's an attempt, rather than a certainty.
So the third option is still a risk.
The first one is leaping down, a literal Fall, it is a certainty of failure not a chance, the second is a forlorn hope and the third might have some chance of success. On a cosmic scale Lorgar has not done much so I do not think his name is worth much but choosing to make the ultimate sacrifice always has some weight.
So option three it is for me.
- Location
- India
Is it possible for Lorgar to develop certain mutations though Spealized charms? For Example Developing Navigators eyes or other Exalted Version mutations?
*considers vision quest*
Mope indecisively and wait for Fan to hand him an answer?
Sadly we are not there.
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
You do not know.
No Primarches cannot do that.