[X]Grief: Your closest friend forged you a blade, and you killed him with it. Before is a gleaming power-blade, a twinned knife hung at its side, both of them signed by their maker and victim. He was your shield and you were his sight in the underhive tunnels all those years ago, and you failed him. You were a jammer, a sensor, a fast-moving terror in the underhive dark, and he was the iron fist that backed you up, armored and armed in plate and plasma. When he fought, you were at his side. When he fell, you were at his back. And when he turned his coat, you killed him. He always joked that you were too quick to raise your blade.
Faculty of Engineering: A Cult Mechanicus Quest
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[X]Grief: Your closest friend forged you a blade, and you killed him with it. Before is a gleaming power-blade, a twinned knife hung at its side, both of them signed by their maker and victim. He was your shield and you were his sight in the underhive tunnels all those years ago, and you failed him. You were a jammer, a sensor, a fast-moving terror in the underhive dark, and he was the iron fist that backed you up, armored and armed in plate and plasma. When he fought, you were at his side. When he fell, you were at his back. And when he turned his coat, you killed him. He always joked that you were too quick to raise your blade.
- Location
- Under your bed
[X]Memories: Long, long ago, you asked your first students to forge you a rifle. To make a better, cheaper, less wastefully precise replacement for the assassins' great sniper rifles. When they presented you with the first prototype, you laughed and told them it would not do - too expensive, too precise, too capable to be mass-produced. When they gave you a familiar-looking gift a year later as you went to war, you laughed. Your first student's name and her oath of apprenticeship is etched on the bolt, and your second student signed the barrel. Your students may have failed their initial task, but they gave you a long rifle with which you would later kill a Space Marine.
Hermes King
Hack Writer in the making
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X]Memories: Long, long ago, you asked your first students to forge you a rifle. To make a better, cheaper, less wastefully precise replacement for the assassins' great sniper rifles. When they presented you with the first prototype, you laughed and told them it would not do - too expensive, too precise, too capable to be mass-produced. When they gave you a familiar-looking gift a year later as you went to war, you laughed. Your first student's name and her oath of apprenticeship is etched on the bolt, and your second student signed the barrel. Your students may have failed their initial task, but they gave you a long rifle with which you would later kill a Space Marine.
Archivist Grim
Totally not AI
- Location
- The abyss
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They
[X]Memories
When your body is broken and memories sundered,
Hold on to memories who held hold faith in you,
Use the gift granted to rebuild,
To piece your body together and reclaim your memories
But personally like this choice, the other options are good in their own right, this is nice
When your body is broken and memories sundered,
Hold on to memories who held hold faith in you,
Use the gift granted to rebuild,
To piece your body together and reclaim your memories
But personally like this choice, the other options are good in their own right, this is nice
- Location
- A Pit Of My Own Making
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X]Apathy: The wrath of the Cult Mechanicus takes the form of fire and steel, and before you are both. Grenades, detcord, breaching charges, mines, a single-shot rocket launcher, a single lasgun. The tools of a demolition specialist, of someone who lost far too many to close combat and senseless demands to apprehend and clear with minimal support before you pulled your squad back and decided to hell with the consequences. The Juris forged you into a tool for the Omnissiah's justice, and like any tool used too often, you warped and twisted as you watched your students die.
I just want things to go BOOM!
I just want things to go BOOM!
It's great to see this return, I've really enjoyed your unique vision of the Mechanicum(Both here and in Quest for Knowledge/Mortals Engines) and their fascinating perspective on the world.
[X]Memories: Long, long ago, you asked your first students to forge you a rifle. To make a better, cheaper, less wastefully precise replacement for the assassins' great sniper rifles. When they presented you with the first prototype, you laughed and told them it would not do - too expensive, too precise, too capable to be mass-produced. When they gave you a familiar-looking gift a year later as you went to war, you laughed. Your first student's name and her oath of apprenticeship is etched on the bolt, and your second student signed the barrel. Your students may have failed their initial task, but they gave you a long rifle with which you would later kill a Space Marine.
[X]Memories: Long, long ago, you asked your first students to forge you a rifle. To make a better, cheaper, less wastefully precise replacement for the assassins' great sniper rifles. When they presented you with the first prototype, you laughed and told them it would not do - too expensive, too precise, too capable to be mass-produced. When they gave you a familiar-looking gift a year later as you went to war, you laughed. Your first student's name and her oath of apprenticeship is etched on the bolt, and your second student signed the barrel. Your students may have failed their initial task, but they gave you a long rifle with which you would later kill a Space Marine.
[X]Memories: Long, long ago, you asked your first students to forge you a rifle. To make a better, cheaper, less wastefully precise replacement for the assassins' great sniper rifles. When they presented you with the first prototype, you laughed and told them it would not do - too expensive, too precise, too capable to be mass-produced. When they gave you a familiar-looking gift a year later as you went to war, you laughed. Your first student's name and her oath of apprenticeship is etched on the bolt, and your second student signed the barrel. Your students may have failed their initial task, but they gave you a long rifle with which you would later kill a Space Marine.
- Location
- New York
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X]Memories: Long, long ago, you asked your first students to forge you a rifle. To make a better, cheaper, less wastefully precise replacement for the assassins' great sniper rifles. When they presented you with the first prototype, you laughed and told them it would not do - too expensive, too precise, too capable to be mass-produced. When they gave you a familiar-looking gift a year later as you went to war, you laughed. Your first student's name and her oath of apprenticeship is etched on the bolt, and your second student signed the barrel. Your students may have failed their initial task, but they gave you a long rifle with which you would later kill a Space Marine.
[X]Memories: Long, long ago, you asked your first students to forge you a rifle. To make a better, cheaper, less wastefully precise replacement for the assassins' great sniper rifles. When they presented you with the first prototype, you laughed and told them it would not do - too expensive, too precise, too capable to be mass-produced. When they gave you a familiar-looking gift a year later as you went to war, you laughed. Your first student's name and her oath of apprenticeship is etched on the bolt, and your second student signed the barrel. Your students may have failed their initial task, but they gave you a long rifle with which you would later kill a Space Marine.
[X]Grief: Your closest friend forged you a blade, and you killed him with it. Before is a gleaming power-blade, a twinned knife hung at its side, both of them signed by their maker and victim. He was your shield and you were his sight in the underhive tunnels all those years ago, and you failed him. You were a jammer, a sensor, a fast-moving terror in the underhive dark, and he was the iron fist that backed you up, armored and armed in plate and plasma. When he fought, you were at his side. When he fell, you were at his back. And when he turned his coat, you killed him. He always joked that you were too quick to raise your blade.
[X]Grief: Your closest friend forged you a blade, and you killed him with it. Before is a gleaming power-blade, a twinned knife hung at its side, both of them signed by their maker and victim. He was your shield and you were his sight in the underhive tunnels all those years ago, and you failed him. You were a jammer, a sensor, a fast-moving terror in the underhive dark, and he was the iron fist that backed you up, armored and armed in plate and plasma. When he fought, you were at his side. When he fell, you were at his back. And when he turned his coat, you killed him. He always joked that you were too quick to raise your blade.
[X]Grief: Your closest friend forged you a blade, and you killed him with it. Before is a gleaming power-blade, a twinned knife hung at its side, both of them signed by their maker and victim. He was your shield and you were his sight in the underhive tunnels all those years ago, and you failed him. You were a jammer, a sensor, a fast-moving terror in the underhive dark, and he was the iron fist that backed you up, armored and armed in plate and plasma. When he fought, you were at his side. When he fell, you were at his back. And when he turned his coat, you killed him. He always joked that you were too quick to raise your blade.