Recombinant Minds (Warhammer 40K):Age of Strife Quest- Can you survive what is to come?

WyrmofFrost · Mar 16, 2019

Quest Introduction: Warhammer 40k is such a diverse universe. It is a very good puddy to make stories from. Such stories of glory and despair. So many new fates, so much raw experience. Will you accept this hand? To choose to make your mark upon this universe? To create, to destroy, to mend, to break? Your task questers is simple. Survive. Well that and do something interesting. Especially the second. Good Luck

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Authors Introduction: This is going to be an interesting experience. I wanted to try out a type of RPGesqe experience. Think of this as like a table top rpg but online. There will be a decent amount of roleplay from me, you will find out why rather shortly. I encourage activity, division, questions, everything. This is your story to make just as it is mine to help lay out. This quest will include a few threads of philosophy, some bloodshed, all the fun stuff. I can't say that it will be the most well done but I will certainly try.

So many other quests of Warhammer go with the 40k continuum, some go earlier and later of course but always with grand narratives of pivotal figures and/or technology. Currently I have been consulting figures and ideas from fics like Out of the Dark,Cycles of ruin born of fear, Age of Strife the quest, and perhaps I will be asking others about adding new things.

I wanted to try something a bit more grounded. You will not be a central figure, you may not end up being the right person in the right place. Or even the wrong place. The question will be how high will your ambitions soar? That is the challenge here. Quest mechanics to follow along with the first introductory vote option. Don't reply till after the first post with a vote.

If you want a look at some of the stuff for this quest go here

Disclaimer: I do not own anything beyond my own original content. This includes no rights to anything Warhammer or Games Workshop related or the content of others, they belong to their respective owners. This is a fan based work, etc.

Disclaimer#2: Pace of updates may be sporadic

Dramatis Personae (TBD)

WyrmofFrost · Mar 16, 2019

Quest Mechanics Stuff

Stats

First off the core of this quest will be Dark Heresy 2. Admittedly I never played the game myself but simply for the rpg content and that I like the way stuff is handled for personal interaction compared to CK2 bigger picture stat stuff. Here is a blank stat sheet for example

Stat	Natural	Modifier Plus	Modifier Minus	Total
Weapon Skill[WS]
Ballistic Skill[BS]
Strength
Vitality[Vit]
Agility[Agi]
Intelligence[Int]
Perception[Per]
Will Power[WP]
Fellowship[Fel]
Influence(Inf)
Magic(Ma)

The Art of getting Stuff

I intend to use a two part system for this rpg aspect. First is the influence stuff from Dark Heresy which will cover most stuff. However the second aspect is the credit and favour system. Unlike the Influence part these are specific resources that will act like their names. They are tracked separately from each other, from who, and in type. This is so that I do not have to do stuff like track accountant level stuff. Here is the example

Favours
Petty- Ask a friend for a small amount of cash, borrow a car for a trip, borrow a minor item, tec
Nothing crazy, sort of stuff you would ask a friend who you are on good terms for.
Minor- Ask for a large loan from a friend, get help greasing the wheels for a higher position in a company, a piece of information that would be nice to know but not vital
A bit more involved, this is not the sort of thing you can casually get but it is not something life threatening.
Major- Get someone to do a major task for you, have someone take the blame for a crime that you did, have someone turn over a prized possession to you.
This is the sort of political favour that can help make or break an event but typically does not go against what someone is willing/able to do.
Life- This is the sort of thing called life debts. Someone owes you something massive. If you asked them to go die then they would do it. Also the sort of political blackmail that can end regimes.

Credit
These may or may not be tracked in local currency/resources.
Petty- Everyday spending cash
Minor- Big appliance purchase
Major- Buy a mid range new car
Profit- You are a millionaire/billionaire

WyrmofFrost · Mar 16, 2019

M25-062

It is the beginning of the twenty sixth millennium. More then twenty millennia since the first human set off into space from a single blue-green world. From that humble beginning humanity now holds vast swathes of the Milky Way galaxy under its sway. The creed and banner of the Federation starkly standing as first amongst all human powers. United by the advent of true warp travel, once distant and often isolated worlds have become a cohesive mass. Such drives were guided by navigators, specially created divergent branches of humanity guided ships of peace and war between the vast voids of space.

These two elements were pivotal to man's expansion for thousands of years and still are in these times. The warp drive allowing humanity to bring together resources and knowledge to push the boundaries of what could be done. Human science advancing at full speed to shelter all within its promise of prosperity and safety. This it has done through the onslaught of the orks, the locust, and other threats, humanity has endured its tests. Blooded, often driven to its knees but never unable to get back to its feet. Defiance in the face of this dark land.

Now it is seemingly only the Aeldari race that is capable if not willing to attempt to change this. They are instead content to continue their hedonistic ways unimpeded even by the clash of humanity and its foes. Individuals and small groups of content to launch their own raids but not the aeldari people as a whole. Bitterly did humanity accept this state of affairs, often unwillingly for they could not strike back and end such a threat. The Orks are another side of this, they were fought with all possible power but never able to be ended. Constantly returning to fight again, and again, ad infinitum. But humanity endured.

The Iron War however changed matters. When the Men of Iron were sundered, once steadfast companions were driven into conflict against their makers. Entire solar systems were ravaged into ruin and then again into cosmic dust. Devoured even beyond the depravity of the Locust to feed the warmachines of both sides. Grand fleets of hundreds that once were enough to bring ruin to entire sectors of space rent into twisted metal. Now forgotten in the void of space. Trillions fallen in battle against pitiless metal swarms, coordinated to stark efficiency in the arts of death. But even after its end the wounds have only begun to scab. How could they not in the face of fratricide, as sibling fought sibling? But now newer questions come to the fore.

Psykers, beings able to manipulate the fabric of unreality to bring about their will. Those who touched and drew upon the essence of the Immaterium, that otherworld. Humanity was no stranger to such abilities. Deep depths were searched for the promise of power, of victory. New heights of knowledge reached, and new depths of despair were found. Even now after the catalyst that was the Iron War humanity lies divided. Some wish to be left alone, to lick their wounds in isolation. Others more violently striking out at the power that enabled the Men of Iron to rebel. Others calculating what new weapons could be made beyond those that helped end the Iron War. Some perhaps naively simply wishing to learn and connect humanity in a new wave of prosperity.

Those beings who would become known as astropaths plied their trade as rapid communication links between worlds, the binding of information to warp drive equipped courier ships no longer the only option. Others remembered their acts of battle in the Iron War, when isolated and desperate minds sought to stand against the tide of iron. Something seemingly more attractive as the rates of such psychic birth increase. Learned minds heralding a new age of interconnectivity, other more military minds wished to harness the arts once known only to the Aeldari. To learn of how the mind could be bent to acts of destruction and creation.

But not all abilities are limited to such base and unimaginative things. Others have begun to speak of the future possible. Some took heed in the past of such portents and were wrong, devastatingly so. Others however seemed to speak true and people prospered for it. Some were driven mad by such sights and had to be put down. Humanity as a whole is divided, some fear a new era of civil war as victorious generals return with armies from the frontier and entrenched politicians prepare to execute their plans. Great warp storms have begun to form as well, cutting sectors of space off. Some more cynical note how it seems that such storms have warded off the constant prinpick of eldar hunting parties. For others it is the normal turbulence of the galaxy and simply move on elsewhere. New colonies are formed to match the exodus of affected space. Some simple civilian affairs for those who simply expedited their existent plans. Others formed from decommissioned Federation Long March fleets looking for peace. Some however were built for a different purpose.

Tell Me, you who are now about to embark on a journey. I offer you the choice to forge a link. To be able to pluck the strings of chance just by a single threat. It is such a bleak future is it not that you are about to enter? I offer a little more.... Nuanced of a choice. All I ask is that things are interesting, that you accept my contract. Would it not be exciting to be able to upset the ever changing plans of others? Please do make a choice.
[] Accept the stranger's first offer
[] Deny the stranger's first offer

Who will you first manifest your influence on the world?
[] The Knight Scion
[] The Crimson Seeker of Knowledge
[] The Unbound Life

WyrmofFrost · Mar 17, 2019

[X] The Crimson Seeker of Knowledge
[X] Accept the stranger's first offer

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{Tone of voice analyzed, mollification}
Those are the orders given. You know how the brass is divided. We are lucky to be serving under someone who at least won't get us killed on a whim. Warp you know how much the Colonel was a follower of the General. Ever since we all got mustered out before the General was sent off that we are in bureaucratic limbo, no one wants to do more then acknowledge we exist. Tainted by association. With what the Council is devolving into and the silence from the General they are going even more mad.

{Tone of voice analyzed, accusation}

Do you want the political masters to not just destroy everything but to also get us all wiped out entirely? Look you know as well as I do that things are going downhill as it is now, badly. This is not the start of the avalanche, no this is the thing in full swing soon to crash into us. You may call us insane, I say that it is a chance well taken. The only chance.

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Look I know that this is the most reasonable thing left....

{Audio of a fist being driven into a table}

Hah reasonable. Fuck if it wasn't I would have already reported you all. But can you really justify the Colonel diverting so many resources to his little black ops site. His little doomsday bunker stacked with who knows what he pulled off the fleet. I know he was in charge of some of the worst thing they picked up on their previous journeys. You may want me to keep everyone blind to what is going on but I need more. There are at least two [Explicative] Questors or at least their senior catspaws wandering around the sector that I know of. Between them, the Mechancium shits that have been here the entire time, and this backwater frontier sector..... This is getting really hazardous.

{Audio of heavy breathing. Tone analyzed: Tired and Demanding}

I need to know what weird augury your damned Colonel picked up to do all this. I doubt the man cracked so something must have convinced him to believe all the crazies who dropped out of an alternative dimension. If not I would be better of going to the dammed redrobes and their pansy walker wanking if I wanted something done. It was hard enough to get this government set up with their stranglehold on things. If all this chaos goes down for nothing then I will make sure you all pay.

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Okay... I can get you a meeting. It has to be in person though. Expect this to take a while. Make sure your kids are okay for this. You really need to be there yourself to understand. I won't say that you would not regret it. I can only say that it puts things in perspective.

Oooohh, g҉̴͉̮̦̻̥̳̰͕͙̕o̢͏͎͙͈͕͉͙̘͇͕͖ş҉̨͇̙͇̣̟̣͍̪͇̠̪̤̺͔̮͓̀͝ͅs̖̟͈̤̜̤͡͞͝í̴͖̯̤͎̝͓̼̹͈͔͇̫̟̩̲̮p̵͘҉̱͚͉͙̤͚͙̙̮͇̻̫̥͇̱̹̜͞e̵̗͈͚̞̠̦̣̩͚̬̹͈̮͎̪̠̰͠͠ŕ̵̠̩̠͖͎̙̞̬̤ş̶̧̡̹̞͙͙̺̻̲̩̦͖̹̭̦̯̟͖̲͡!̷͓͈̹̯͓̟̮̲͈̻͎͔̻̼̗̯̀͞. How rude S̢҉̻̗̬͕i҉͍͢ṣ̠̼̮͟t͇̹̬͢ę̡̞̰̩̼͙̭̦r̴̪͉̪ do something.

Shhh I am busy. You are still stuck with corner punishment. Let the inklings talk.

Tell me kind readers as you prepare to weave your tales, do you like being able to have fate be changed? To rebel against the seemingly cruel onslaught of chance? I can offer something to do so. You even get a chance to have a variety of payment. You can choose to bargain now for a bonus. All I ask is that you are willing to have..... An experience. Or you can wait and weave your own little additions and I will judge if they are deserving of a gift. I do so love a good story.

[] Accept the stranger's second offer.
[] Deny the stranger's second offer.

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Fuck.... Okay I can divert a few more things. There is only so much more I can do. Even in my post I am not getting everything I should be from up top as I said. I don't think they know but rather it is due to the.... Other factors you mentioned. That and the fact that the dammed orks are refusing to stop trying to drown us in their own blood for nothing.

{Audio of a hand being slammed into a metal desk. Intake of breath}

Dammed it really is coming to pass. I can get you a few more things, then I have to dip to join you. I hope it is worth it, what your Colonel has done. There better be a place for my family, if not I will personally take a walker and put its foot up all your asses and laugh as we get torn to shreds.

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What sort of person was the one you influenced attempting to be?
[] An Academic Researcher
[] A Militant Engineer
[] A Traveling Technician

WyrmofFrost · Mar 18, 2019

[X] Accept the stranger's second offer.
[X] An Academic Researcher

Within the slowly churning non space of the Immaterium many a cluster of objects seemed to be tumbling ever onward. Some uncontrolled masses of scrap that often times were teeming with life when nothing should be there. Others guided vessels that hoped to continue to shepherd their cargo and passengers safely. A task that was growing ever more difficult as time passed in this non causality space. However the focus would be on one particular cluster of what are ships. It was a small fleet by most standards. A task group of ships, one squadron of the heavier ships, a flotilla of escorts, and two support groups. An illegal fleet by most measures of the Federation. Their crews were veterans at their tasks as the geller generators ensured that reality was enforced in this rabid realm.

But this fleet and many of its peers still traveled the realm. All independently seeking out their objectives. Places of forgotten or soon to be forgotten ruins and wrecks. The Iron War and many other conflicts have left their refuse to be gathered, to be scavenged and learned from. This particular site was well known to certain members. It was where many of their brethren had met their end, and where they were denied peace for the fallen. Justified fear prompted the creation of that forbidden zone, but what is forbidden only lasts as long as one enforces it. The Federation was a dying tiger, still powerful but soon to fall. To sickness of the mind as its leaders squabbled, to sickness of the body as the unity of travel collapsed, to sickness of the soul as Laughing Gods made their preparations for the birth of their brethren.

This group was simply taking advantage of matters. Their symbol was cloaked or missing. Many however wore red robes as dark as night, their bodies containing cybernetics not seen on most civilians. This was a journey of many different tones. One of visitors to the mausoleum, of the soldier returning to the place he should have fallen in. For others this was a place of wonder, of secrets to be extracted. For all this would be an act of premeditated murder, of blood to be spilled and left to grow cold. In normal cases they would have not succeeded, but there are ways to even out disparities of battle. Treachery is one.

Upon the single lone ship responsible for tending the exclusion zone blood flowed onto cold deck plating. Knives were used to cleanly cut through armour into hearts and control systems, electric goads frying different photronic systems. Smuggled storage crates opened up to unleash synth squads that gunned down ill prepared crew, their weapons in locked down armories out of their reach. A few managed to find weapon racks outside of central storage chambers but were cut down swiftly. Void suits punctured and fried by the strikes of las cutters and power mauls. Cold hearted machine spirits executing their allocated tasks.

By the time the fleet had exited back into real space the defending ship had lost most of its control functions, especially any communications. What was more the various sensor beacons that the cruiser once controlled were hacked. There would be no emergency message of perimeter violation. Shuttles and assault boats departed from the incoming fleet, more personnel to act as a prize crew and subjugate the surviving former owners. The parasite bays that held escort fighters unable to be let free, their pilots dead or having turned their coat. An entire cruiser, outdated as it was for such peripheral duty soon wrested from its old owners. The majority of the crew to slowly die in locked down chambers as they were vented or simply left to die of dehydration. Impotent in their ability to fight back.

As the matters in orbit were finalized other shuttles and drop ships began their descent. Orbital kill sats shut down or subhorned, they would be needed in the coming days. On the lost world lay great spires of torn metal. Plasteel, adamantium, null iron, phase iron, all the cataclysmic remainder of a battle fought in times past. Valuable materials in their own right, if there were not thousands of greater deposits elsewhere. All covered in long decayed blood and other fluids. As the drop craft reached down past the firing orbital satellites and other naval fire they met the blasted remains of the garrisons commanded by the hijacked cruiser. No message demanding surrender was given, none would have been accepted. No witnesses.

Drop mechs and pods quickly landed to establish initial positions as more heavier shuttles disgorged their own troops. One particular craft that was known as a Vapor class dropship landed in a more secure position then its brethren. A mechanized platoon composed of two seven man team of augmented infantry supported by two three unit teams of walkers assembled swiftly. There was nothing externally differentiating the group from others, but the neurosphere revealed something different. A secure web of communications at the speed of thought occurred, this particular platoon being a central node in the network. Black armoured soldiers with faceless visors departed along a waypoint marked path, plasma rifles clutched in armoured gloves.

The entire force, a regiment 3000 strong was soon scouring this one battlefield. Seemingly inadequate compared to the raw scale of the battles that were fought here, but it was all they had. The troops came expecting resistance, and they were not left wanting. The bright light of neutron laser pulses, plasma bursts, and melta discharges lit up the night. The rattle of gravitic autocannons lending a roaring thunder to the once silent tombscape. Wild drones, malfunctioning anti infantry defenses, awakened Iron Men. All crawled from the wreckage and were destroyed. Ground down by either the advancing force, or pounded by orbital hammers. As the command platoon for the local force advanced its leader worried over the state of the area. The many layers of scorched earth showing that the kill sats had been busy in times past, but would it be enough?

It was not a position they should have been in, the Colonel of a regiment should not be on the direct frontlines. But this was their crucible, their test of fire. And they would not leave it without excising the old shades. A slight twinge in the mind echoed as they walked alongside a few 'special' model mechs, taken from the latest research divisions. No signs of trouble so far from 'that' end. The unit slowly walked forward, cover to cover in these valleys and mountains of debris. Mechs providing support and overwatch, photonic eyes ready for the next nanite swarm to erupt from the walls. Eventually however the objective was in sight.

A small skyscraper's worth of metal lay stretched over the land. Particular in that it was not a torn down space craft or blasted open Continental Siege Unit. Both were quite valuable but not what they wanted specifically. No it was the humanoid creation, one that stretched more than a hundred meters in length fallen as it was. The ground around it was especially scorched, a quick look at the logs stolen from the orbital network showed that this was an especially heavy region with at least two dedicated kill sats overlooking at all times. That gave both a moment of hope and fear. No signs of trouble from either end of the worst case scenario pendulum, though it was still swinging.

Tensely they watched as the survey units slowly climbed over the fallen titan, great rents often times improperly sealed from within. Slowly more and more of the many limbed constructs entered, their feeds being watched in delay due to cognitohazard considerations. Suddenly however the synth droids were overtaken, a strike against their control and communication centers. Instant decoupling mechanisms engaged and everyone tensed, the ships in orbit prepared to fire even if they were to lose their groundside comrades. A great booming roar however was heard emanating from the machine. One that raised the blood pressure of a particular individual.

"Choose to embrace a gender yet you androgynous shit? I think you might look good as a woman though I am sure there are others who would like it if you grew a pair!!" Those words echoing for kilometers into the outskirts of the battlefield. Oh their objective had been completed successfully, just... it had been completed. Absolutely no sign of corruption of any kind even if the ships kept refining their targeting solutions.

"I can see those cogs moving in your mind tiny. Looking to crawl back up this one's legs? I am sure the barracks are open if you feel like joining my new group. I can even make an exception if you turn out to not want to be a woman. I have been told to abandon the archaic binary but I like it. Still there is plenty of space for all types in my heart" A hastily thrown concussion grenade to the general whereabouts of the head receiving only artificially generated laughs. However a more serious tone was being used in a more private call that was accepted. Once all the appropriate lockdowns and buffers were arranged.

"So I was to be forgotten? Lost to eventually go mad or be consumed by the rusted remnants of the Iron? Young children left to marvel at a corpse?" An affirmative was given alongside routed records taken from other raids. The old Castigator Titan sighed its great photonic rasp.

"I assume your group has terms? The same as before?" A forwarded contract was the answer. With a single motion the contract was signed. All that was left was to transport the 100+ meter tall prone behemoth into orbit...... Renewed booming laughter showed that they had forgotten to shut the com link off.

Well that was a certainly amusing distraction. But also a sign of things to come. Tell me how do you feel about going beyond simply writing a little tale soon to be lost as just one amongst untold quintillions of lives. The universe is vast. And you have not truly seen what there is B̨͜ȩ̧̨͠y̛͜͟͡o҉̀n̢͟d̸҉ that. How about a bit more of an edge. I promise that the only thing limiting it will be your i̷̡̡̕m̛͜͝͡͝a̢̧̕͢͜g̴̡҉i̢̢̨͢͡n̛͟҉͜a͜͝͠t̵̀͢͝i̴̶͜o̢҉̷̕n̴̛.

[] Accept the stranger's third offer.
[] Deny the stranger's third offer.

What does the Seeker of Knowledge look like? How do they behave? Where are they from?

Plez don't abuse this
[] Sex
[] Gender
[] Pronoun
[] Sexuality

Appearance(Anything different or not included in the picture, will likely be cosmetic but not guaranteed)
[] Option A

original source: Constance1

[] Option B

Original Source:Young Enginseer

[] Option C

Original Source: Madmartigan

[] Option D, choose your own. Preferred lower levels of cybernetics(mostly the face) and also SFW

Character Traits(Balance 1:1 ratio, this will have effects)
Positive
[] Slot 1
[] Slot 2
[] Slot 3
[] Slot 4, etc

Negative
[] Slot 1
[] Slot 2
[] Slot 3
[] Slot 4, etc

Origin(May have effects)
[] Dobara, born and raised on the forgeworld of the Three Daughters Sector
[] Given up as a baby by one of the various Knight Worlds in the sector, sent to one of the enclaves for childhood before final studies at the central Mechancium world of Dobara
[] An immigrant from outside of the Sector, you journeyed to join the forgeworld

Family(May have significant effects)
[] Yes, Who, this includes both blood related and whoever you choose to be family. Include closeness on a 1-11 scale with 5 as neutral
[] No

Friends(Will have significant effects)
[] Yes, same format as family write in
[] No, you were dedicated to your job but you maintained a large network of contacts instead (gain traits and influence, no you do not get to be basement nerd)

Misc(Anything else you want to add)
[]

WyrmofFrost · Mar 18, 2019

WyrmofFrost said:
Well that was a certainly amusing distraction. But also a sign of things to come. Tell me how do you feel about going beyond simply writing a little tale soon to be lost as just one amongst untold quintillions of lives. The universe is vast. And you have not truly seen what there is B̨͜ȩ̧̨͠y̛͜͟͡o҉̀n̢͟d̸҉ that. How about a bit more of an edge. I promise that the only thing limiting it will be your i̷̡̡̕m̛͜͝͡͝a̢̧̕͢͜g̴̡҉i̢̢̨͢͡n̛͟҉͜a͜͝͠t̵̀͢͝i̴̶͜o̢҉̷̕n̴̛.

[] Accept the stranger's third offer.
[] Deny the stranger's third offer.

just wanted to put a heads up that this needs a vote as well and that if anyone wants info on backstory and other stuff to go here Link

WyrmofFrost · Mar 19, 2019

[X] Plan : Proper Tech-Priest
[X] Female
[X] She
[X] Bisexual
[X] Option A
[X] Trained on Mars - being trained on Mars gave you more learning oppurtiunities , better training and education .
[X] Mechanicus Prodigy - you are one of the most talented people in Adeptus Mechanicus .
[X] Practical Person - you're practical . That's it .
[X] Pragmatic Person
[X]Analitical - you must know how something work and what it can do .
[X] Hard Working - will always bring profits .
[X] Laconic - speaks only when you must .
[X] Kleptomaniac - MINE ! MINE ! MINE !
[X] Religous - For the Omnisaiah !
[X] Curiosity - "Killed a cat".
[X] Anti social - no friends and no life outside job .
[X] Life=Work - you sacrifice all your time for work and studying nothing else .
[X] An immigrant from outside of the Sector, you journeyed to join the forgeworld .
[X] No
[X] No, you were dedicated to your job but you maintained a large network of contacts instead (gain traits and influence, no you do not get to be basement nerd)
[X] Accept the stranger's third offer.

It was a bright day upon the surface. The sun named Peraxim in the local tongue was shining brightly upon the worlds within its system. The thirty hour planetary day night cycles took time to adjust to by those more familiar with standardized terran chronometrics. But for a group of rather clandestine figures enjoying the sun was not a concern. A mix of experience, augmentations, and drugs sustaining their grueling work cycles deep in the earth. Beyond their little group all they had was a swarm of biodroids for company. A legion of synthetic flesh and metal working like ants on a nest. Procured from the second lowest bidder at that.

Dirt and stone was taken wholesale to matter forges to be broken into more useful materials. Others laying out the foundations for reactors, hydroponics, workshops, all manner of important facilities. Well they were if they were not currently gyrating in strange ways. If one looked closely and committed it to memory then they would see it was some sort of cultic behaviour perhaps. Geometrically clear movements of the body and the path taken.

Regardless their work was all in the name of the Conclave, a name that one may confuse for a council of Questors. A deliberate snippet of espionage or childish spite? Their work though was too secretive to employ any others beyond their carefully vetted group and literally mindless minions. Their goal was not bad, for a given definition of the word of course. Their methods however would gain them a rather careful questioning by the Federation. If found there would first be punishment for the illegal acquisition and redirection of official resources, then therapy for the obviously delusional. At best of course. Not all would be sympathetic to the events that led to their actions.

The federation and mankind by extension had endured many a challenge, to simple run and hide away insulted the fallen and made harder the lives of those who still lived. From the initial Locust incursions, Aeldari Pleasure raids, and orkish WAAAGGHHs humanity has endured. For more then five thousand years humanity has stared into the dark and stayed standing as it stared back. At least that was the sort of rhetoric slung around many a talk show and brought along the courier ships' data vaults. Not exactly a reliable news source to hack. Those within the Conclave knew that as much as it grated on them, they could not bring their 'findings' to light. The Federation believed it had more resource conducive methods of problem solving. Ones the Federation Council would be glad to use on appropriate targets.

Such a possible fate limited this shadowy group's numbers at the core to a few dozen. Working in secret to gain the resources needed, but not everything they may have wanted. A local saying would be thirsting for a Verdant Bliss fruit in a grove of Ploins. Their main project was a safe place. A bunker complex buried in obscurity, to await the oncoming doomsday. But there were so many different factors that need be considered. It was a mix of fevered desperation and fervent hope that they laboured on. They believed in the plan of one woman to be able to lead them on. But that one woman harbored great doubts in himself. A seemingly convoluted series of events had led her to such actions. A series of events she kept mostly to herself even as it was the catalyst for her actions.

But like many such figures in history she brooded over matters in her office. Eyes catching the reflection of light from the uncovered but unpowered projectors in the wall. Wondering on if she had gone senile at last. To have left what had been a decent job and go semi-AWOL. That was an act for the fools and the dammed. And she was not sure which she was. She had some loyalty to the ideal still but.... She could not stay with how things were now.

The constant low level thrum of not noise emanating from that 'THING' certainly was not comforting. It worked as advertised she knew, but that might simply give all of them more rope to hang themselves with in the end. So many things to juggle on the knife edge to not fall and die. She contemplated disabling some of her augments so she could get shit faced but no that would not do. Ploin wine sucked anyway, and it was all she had on hand.

Shaking the malaise she had been stewing in with the long experience of the duty bound she checked on her third greatest foe. Bureaucracy. From hard polymer copies to the rapidly scrolling text displayed on her augments. With wrinkled hands and age lined eyes she sorted through what was urgent and not. They had to budget what they had, funds were not as liberal as they were with the Federation penny pinchers that they were even then. Fences had to be contacted and smugglers kept ignorant, bureaucrats hoodwinked and the few Men of Stone here distracted with other matters. A proper non-government sanctioned conspiracy, funded by filching the top off transmitted payments and information brokerage for the sufficiently paranoid but pliable.

Even a few merc ops just to keep the edge honed. Plenty of work for well equipped mercs in such hostile space beyond the secure grasp of the Federation. Even if the locals claim to be able to protect themselves, plenty of people paying for a few ops against the local alien threats. Yes, that was right. Think on what she had to work with, not bemoaning what she could not have. Checking the latest manifests gave her the assets to work with. The original ship, a few more looted from... at the memory she shuddered. Yes she had ork relooted gear to use, once all the paint and junk had been scraped off the hulls.

Most of the personal equipment of the group was Federation Frontline standard, sort of thing one could take off muster without too many problems. Everything else was not to that level of quality. Some equipment was Federation Auxiliary, the rest local make. Quite a bit from the red robes... especially the red robes. Cunning bastards had a monopoly on anything decent in the sector. They had an STC Fabricator, but it was useless without an attendant Library set up she could not get more then some baseline stuff. Some of the new STC templates looked promising, but the redrobes likely would get the same stuff at the same time. The troubles of freeware. They would tinker at it like a bunch of gremlins till something exploded, or ran rampant. That was why they should have left the development to proper authorities. Her latest ruminations were interrupted by a message that just got cleared through her comms.

"Uh Colonel, the biodroids are malfunctioning again. They are doing the dance routine....again" Young stupid butter bars was her thought. But it was what she had to work with for the ability to shut up rather than have competency.

"Alright Smithy, here is what you do. You bring a few of the other other duty lads who are in need of punishment duty and have them help you wrangle them down. I say that checking the shut off code works first but I frankly don't think it will. Now can you get the rest of this little plan filled out?" There that should be enough to get the youngling moving, not everything was spelled out but that just meant he could LEARN to take the initiative in safe conditions.

"Yes Colonel sir, I will get right on it... Oh crap" Well at least none of the alarms had gone off. Just have to hope it works, that level was just way too far to walk with the trams still under construction. Just ignore the laughter. Just ignore the laughter. All will be fine. That was the mantra she was constantly repeating to herself as the calm nature ambiance was dialed up in volume for the room. When that only partly succeeded she found her shelf of books. Fiberoptic pages displaying each page of text of what would otherwise be monstrously massive collections. One hand drifted each spine, their contents displayed as tags on her augments. One the wisdom of her old superior Star General Perturabo, another ancient Sun Tzu's work, but these would not help her. The Federation Sector Garrison was depleted to less then a third of its strength if the depleted units were amalgamated. Plenty of opportunity to filch when it was not but....No she had to just find something new, the military question was unsolvable. She to had to find something to give her another perspective....

So matters are coming to the fore. What were once whispers now come out loud. Tell me you who have agreed thrice to service, to be a beneficiary of the E͠te͠rnal̶ ҉Li̕b͠r̸ąry. Will you take the last step from simple mortal life with all the consequences that are entailed? To begin that first step to As͏c͡e̢nşio̷n̕ Et̷èrn҉al̸ and the burdens implicit? Will you pledge the many pledges? Will you agree to the Full C̕o͏m̸p͜a̵c̸t with the free will required? Will you join the ranks of the B̧r͠eth̸ren͠ against all others? To learn Étern͘a͢l? This I ask by my titles.

Patron of the Bloody Handed Lost

Goddess of Knowledge and Life

Mas͡t̢er̛ of ̧Zer͠o Heig͝ht͠s͡

Be̶a̷rer̛ ̀of Se̷v́e̛n ͡K̡e̶ys
͢
Wa̡ļk̸e͢r̸ ͜óf̴ ͏E̛i͞g̴h̴t͏ ͜Pa҉th́s̴
̨
̸L̨ead̢e͝r o̷f͠ ҉1͡2 ̕Leg̢io̧ns
͜
͞S̷h̴e of̶ ͡Man͞y͝ ̨Fa͟c͟es ̀and͞ ̶Ga͏ze̕s
͡
̸Dri̧n̵k͘e͠r̷ o͘f̛ t͟he M̵i̛n̷d ҉a̵n̶d ̸S͞oul͞

͜F̀a͞cilit͜ato͏r̷ ̶Ǫf͜ ͜C͠o̸ntra̢c͜ts

̷Op̵en̵e͢r of G̵a̡te̡s
̶
Ģ̟̯ṷ̢̯̩̣̝̠͢͟a̸̰̟͢r̸̨̭͍͡d̦̘͘i̝̲̱̣͔a̩̳͕̮͎̬̟͈n̵̫ ̯̩̩̞̲̣͚͝W̛̘̹̞͙̞̻̣̺̥͝͡á̡̝ṭ̵̭̯̖͚ç̷̳̜͎̞͎h̹̞̹e̠ṟ̯̰͇͎ ̱ǫ̡̞̫̥͚̳͓̣͝f̡̨̞̥͇̯̘ ͈̲͕̼̹͔t̸̝́h͏̷̷͍̣̯̪̫͔̞e̷̡̥̖̠̻̪̺͞ ̡̪͠O̦͈̠̤̹̱͎͈̻u̢̗͎̩̠͔̙̬̯t̟͖͢e̱͕͈̭͈͔̼̞͟͜r̺ ̛̹̱͎S̴̤̫̲̕͞á̷͍̬̘͎̜͔̳̩n̲̹̩̖͖̼͜c̪̠̟̞t͕̝̗̭̰̱̭͔͠͡u͏̶͎͓̱̱͕̤̲̳͠m̻͜
̴̰̻̘̙͠
̷͕̗͇͕̠͉̖H҉̧̱͚͝i̵̡̺͓̩͖͚̰̮ͅg̠̳̟̳h̢͔̥͜ ̫̖C͙̘͔̲͡l̹̳͓̗̪͙̤͝͞e̷̳̬r̖̳̗͘͟͟k̨̲̭͙̖͖ ̩́o̭͓̞̭͓̠̲͟f̷̣͔̻̩͍̕ ͔̦t̷̟͙̺̝͉̙h͙͈̲̗̻̝͈̣͝e̸̥̥͚̱̫͟͢ ̷̴̟̗̹̫̣E͏̗̰̱̤̠t̖̹͙̀͘e͙̟̰̟͕̜͔͇̼r̴̤̻̝n͎̱̯̟͝ạ̻̟̲͟l̛͈̭̪̬̫ͅ ͉̣͍̀L̢̪i̵̪̰̮͞b̸̢̤̳̮r̷̜̬a̳̘̘̹͓̠͖r̵͔̗̘y͎̪̘̘̺̻͎͇͘
̵̜̙
͡͏̞̫͙̣L̢̢̳̼͇̟̺í̢҉͓e͎̱̼̟̬̙̬͠ų̢̱̯̪̹͙t҉͍̥̙́e͏̝̺͢n̶̺a̴̰͚̹͎̳̫ͅǹ͇͇̻̪͝͡t͏̫̝̫̤̻͔ ̮̞͕̺͟ó̰̗͚̖͖̣ͅͅf̡̛̯ ̨͏̫̫͇̱̯̫̦̀T̤̭͇͙̹̹̞̕ẖ̼̱̦͎̜͔́e̴̮͖̭͉̻̺ ̮͎͙̘̰́͟Ó̙̺̭n̴̺̫̤͇ͅe̪͎͇̤̻̦̼̙͈ ̼̖̖̀a̼͙̙̪̦̺̟͝t̸̺̬̰͔ ̺̺̲͍̥E̘̬t̴̥̘̕e͍͎͖̙̪̞̳̦͠ṛ̶͖̗̕͢n̢̛̜͖̗i͈̫͉͢ţ҉̯͈̥̲̣̪͖y̧̮̜͍̱͜'͖̙͓̦̩͎s̴͚̱̗̲͔͜͡ ͇̭̰C̩̟̞̻̼̳͓ͅo̲̯͇̙̗͠n̵̢̪̲̞͕͚̯͡f҉̮͓l͕͜͠u͓̦̟̺̻͙̟̝͜x̱͕͍̼͉̘̩͔͢

Will you accept this O͘f̛f͢er?

[] Yes, you pledge. You will be Marked.
[] No, you accept your limits. The glamour stays.

QM: Baseline character stats to come, more details as they develop.

WyrmofFrost · Mar 19, 2019

Mechanics

This will be more of a narrative style of quest from now on. Rather then an individual roll for each action like an attack I would instead roll like a skill check and see what happens from there. It won't be something where I will be suggesting a micromanaging of actions but a general plan and goals and contingencies for failure or success like a if A then B, if x then y.

ex: Currently in the midst of an enemy attack
Short Term Goal: Get to safety
-If succeed move to the next goal, if fail then what?
Mid Term Goal:Fight back
-if succeed then move on, if fail then get out of the battlefield
Long Term Goal:Keep taking the fight to the enemy
-if at this step what will be the next set of short and mid term goals to accomplish the long term goal

Stats for the mechanics

Cludged the system together from an unholy mix of CK2, Dark Heresy, and a few bits and pieces from other people's quests that I liked. Here is how it looks for individual stats. For those familiar with DH2 there will not be the initial 20 stat for everything.

Stat(The Example)	Natural	Training	Modifier Plus	Modifier Minus	Total
Weapon Skill[WS]
Ballistic Skill[WS]
Strength
Vitality[Vit]
Agility[Agi]
Intelligence[Int]
Perception[Per]
Will Power[WP]
Fellowship[Fel]
Influence[Inf]

Total

Here is stuff if you want to compare stats between NPCs and other characters.

Stat(Civilian)	Natural	Training	Modifier Plus	Modifier Minus	Total
Weapon Skill[WS]	8	3			11
Ballistic Skill[BS]	9	3			12
Strength[Str]	8	5			13
Vitality[Vit]	6	5			11
Agility[Agi]	9	5			14
Intelligence[Int]	13	12			25
Perception[Per]	10	5			15
Will Power[WP]	12	8			20
Fellowship[Fel]	11	8			19
Influence[Inf]	10	8			18
					158
Stat(Soldier-Trained)	Natural	Training	Modifier Plus	Modifier Minus	Total
Weapon Skill[WS]	12	12			24
Ballistic Skill[BS]	16	15			31
Strength[Str]	16	15			31
Vitality[Vit]	15	15			30
Agility[Agi]	12	15			27
Intelligence[Int]	10	12			22
Perception[Per]	12	12			24
Will Power[WP]	16	12			28
Fellowship[Fel]	14	8			22
Influence[Inf]	10	12			22
					261

Stat		Skill equivalent
0-9	Terrible	Useless
10-19	Below Average	inept
20-29	Average	subpar
30-39	Above Average	regular
40-49	Great	skilled
50-59	Exceptional	expert
60-69	Edge of Human Capacity	master
70-79	Augmented	grandmaster
80-89	Superhuman	Edge of Perception
90-99	Low Demigod	Beyond Human
100+	Demigod	Paragon

Level	Gain
Inept	0
General Knowledge	3
Familiarized	5
Enthusiast	8
Green	12
Well-Trained	15
Regular	20
Seasoned	25
Journeyman	30
Experienced	35
Veteran	40
Master	45

WyrmofFrost · Mar 19, 2019

I will be filling in any additional modifiers over time before any rolls to determine things start. If you want to argue for something such as a different cybernetic or additional stats go ahead, nothing set in stone right now

Stat(The Crimson)	Natural	Training	Modifier Plus	Modifier Minus	Total
Weapon Skill[WS]	4	5			9
Ballistic Skill[WS]	4	3			7
Strength	9	8			17
Vitality[Vit]	7	12			19
Agility[Agi]	13	12			25
Intelligence[Int]	19	35			54
Perception[Per]	19	25			44
Will Power[WP]	18	20			38
Fellowship[Fel]	14	15			29
Influence[Inf]	15	15			30

Total					272

Stat(The Crimson)	Natural	Training	Modifier Plus	Modifier Minus	Total
Weapon Skill[WS]	4	12	10		26
Ballistic Skill[WS]	4	12	10		26
Strength	9	12	12		33
Vitality[Vit]	7	12	12		31
Agility[Agi]	13	12	10		35
Intelligence[Int]	19	35	12		66
Perception[Per]	19	25	10		54
Will Power[WP]	18	20	10		48
Fellowship[Fel]	14	15			29
Influence[Inf]	15	15			30

Total					377

Some of these traits will not have listed effects due to complexity/interactions with each other. Some that do have listed effects may have more that are unlisted or will be invalidated due to interactions.

Positive Traits
Trained on Mars - being trained on Mars gave you more learning opportunities , better training and education

+10 to Fellowship and Intelligence checks with Martian trained personnel and produced equipment

Mechanicum Prodigy - you are one of the most talented people in the Mechanicum Lodgum .

+10 to Influence checks with Martian trained personnel and produced equipment

Practical Person - you're practical . That's it .
Pragmatic Person
Analytics - you must know how something work and what it can do .

+10 to Tech Use and Perception checks for learning

Hard Working - will always bring profits .
Wide Business/Social Network

+5 bonus to Fellowship/Influence checks with members or affiliates, negates most minor negatives when interacting with network related work. Stacks with Mechanicum Prodigy but not Trained on Mars.
+5 bonus to Influence checks within any Acadameian Enclaves. Stacks with above but not Mechanicum Prodigy.

Field of Specialty: Applied Energetics

+10 to rolls involving energy weapons, power sources,etc

Negative Traits
Laconic - speaks only when you must .

-5 to basic Fellowship checks

Kleptomaniac - MINE ! MINE ! MINE !
Religious - For the Omnisaiah !

-5 to Fellowship checks with non-Martian Orthodox Mechanicum members

Curiosity - "Killed a cat".
Anti social - no friends and no life outside job .
Life=Work - you sacrifice all your time for work and studying nothing else .

-5 to basic Fellowship checks with non Mechanicum members

This comes from the Dark Heresy Lists

Bionic Limbs(Good Quality)
Bionic Heart(Good Quality)
Bionic Respiratory System(Good Quality)
Bionic Senses(Good Quality)
Augur Array
Autosanguine
Calculus Logi Upgrade
Cerebral Implants(Good Quality)
Cranial Armour
Homeostasis Regulator Implant
Interface Port
Internal Reservoir
Locator Matrix
Luminen Capacitor
Mechadendrite x4 (Manipulator, Optical, x2 Utility)
Memorance Implant
Mind Impulse Unit(Good Quality)
Respiratory Filter Implant

Cybernetics
Bionic Arms: +10 to agility checks for delicate manipulation
Bionic Heart: +1 Armour to body, sprint talent, emergency +5 to physical trait once a combat
Bionic Legs: +20 to agility for jump/leap checks
Bionic Respiratory: Full life support system
Bionic Senses: +10 to any sense check and +20 to defense against attacks on senses

eyes have ocular sensor suite
ears have integrated combead

Augur Array: Full auspex array, free reroll on all Perception checks
Autosanguine: For healing purposes is considered lightly damaged and regain double the natural rate
Calculus Logi: +10 bonus to Literacy, Logic, and Scholastic Lore tests
Cerebral Implants: Unnatural Intelligence(2) trait and +20 to Logic and Lore tests, removes need for dedicated sleep. Can take -10 to all traits to continue working.

Unnatural Intelligence: +2 to intelligence and +1 to degrees of success on rolls
Self Defense Protocols: +10 bonus to any attack if natural base stat is below 20, max to 30 total
Black Ice Defense: +20 bonus to defense against mental intrusions

General Genetic/Cybernetic Enhancement: Machine(2), Unnatural Strength(2), Unnatural Vitality(2), Mechanicum Implants

Machine: Armour +2, immune to vaccum, extremes of cold, mind influencing psychic powers
Unnatural: +2 strength and vitality, +1 degree of success to each of these characteristic rolls
General Enhancement: +10 to physical and mental characteristics

Homeostasis Regulator: Removes need to manually maintain body(ie: eat, remove waste, etc) +20 to Vitality checks against enemy effects on the body
Interface Port: +10 bonus to common lore, inquiry, or tech-use while connected
Internal Reservoir: Remove fatigue penalty from Luminen Capacitor use
Locator Matrix: Acts as GPS system
Luminen Capacitor: Can recharge items with +10 to Vitality test, can be used offensively
Manipulator: +20 to strength based checks, can be used to tether to objects or attack
Optical: +10 to sight based Perception tests, contains flashlight and optical sensor suite
Utility: +10 to all tech use tests, +10 bonus to smell based Perception, can create smoke clouds or be used to attack
Memorance Implant: Records events, +10 to checks involving recorded data use
Mind Impulse Unit: +10 bonus to machine spirit interaction, tech-use, operate, logic, inquiry, and ballistic skill tests for interfaced units

Edit01: Added mechanical effects of cybernetics, added traits an their effects
Edit02: Added genetic/cybernetic enhancement bonus
Edit03: Minor edits and balancing[/spoiler]

WyrmofFrost · Mar 20, 2019

[X] No, you accept your limits. The glamour stays.

The Brazen Astro Globe, that was the name given the the forge world of Dobara and its attendant moons. Almost sixty in total spun their orbital dance around the core world. The complex gravitational network harnessed for grand orbital manufactorums that produced some of Dobara's best products. Natural gravitational shears and compression points utilized in epic scale refineries. Entire molten masses of raw metal where the void was the crucible, the hammer the careful manipulations of Newton and Einstein's Equations. A work of marvel amongst many in human space. The product of a careful millennia of construction for all the needed graviton manipulators, the countless hours of calculations, and the use of great orbital tugs to carefully adjust the astrology of the moons. All the finished product fed to the countless factories both on planet and in the many fleets that feed the thirst of the entire sector of space.

Only in the most dire circumstances have the ever dancing flow of metal been halted, usually when a foe of the forgeworld attempts to impinge on the space around the planet. Then they learn that the Brazen Astro Globe is no meer marvel of artistic industry, not when the graviton manipulators are turned on any enemy that is in range. Their power sustained on the tempest galleries buried deep within the planet and the larger moons. The roiling cores providing power and minerals for the hungry fabricators. The rest of the needed material coming from the many knight worlds whose production of raw minerals and food helped feed the forgeworld.

For the leaders of the forgeworld this was their sanctum. Their home against the ever pressing influence of the outside world. The council that ran it was composed of the heads of each research division of sufficient size, an elected First Speaker with executive control in times of turmoil ensured the safety of the Radim Enclaves. Most on the council were not politicians, they were simply the most senior academics of their fields. So they simply worked to keep things running as they were. This was not the initial arrival in the sector when wild ideas, the barrel of a plasma rifle, and staunch political agendas could carry the day. But there were some that hearkened to those frontieresqe times.

The Prime Academic Colloquium, the name of the ruling council met as was custom via hologram. The central projector room was a space on one of the orbital platforms to ensure as even a signal between the disparate regions of the Astro Globe could be maintained. Where most wore a mix of white labcoat with a red monastic hood there was one fashion outlier. The representative from the Martian Enclaves, a figure dressed in all red with the styling of a medieval christian monk's robe. Their official title was different as well. Fabricator-Captain, the leader of a significant bloc of Martian industrial centers. Here as appointed representative of all the Martian Enclaves for the joint projects initiated between the Founding Lodge and this offshoot.

Some amongst the Colloquium were still nervous over the militant bent of the projects though it had been pushed through with a majority vote. These were often the hardcore academics who often disregarded outside matters to pursue their research. Others more grounded in the here and now understood that a return to more militant times may be needed. Especially with the projections some were running on the lifespan of the Federation. Civil war on a galactic scale was on the horizon once more and the preparations for it were well underway. The Iron War had caused a powershift to those advocating a shift to active intervention rather then the passive stance that had dominated affairs before. The fact that a First Speaker had been elected consecutively for more then two centuries was a telling sign. Some of the youngest councilors had started their terms with having never known a time without a First Speaker.

Though the Forgeworld had always provided war equipment for the rest of the sector, the bulk of its exports had been agricultural equipment. A ratio that was now slowly dwindling. Each world taking advantage of a clause in the Forgeworld's agreement to always be willing to sell to at least a set percent of production for each world. A clause that was increasingly used as each world pushed their numbers up. A further chunk of this industrial capacity also going into the Radim Enclave's own warbringer needs.

Mothballed ships were brought to the ready, crews trained in simulator by Iron War veterans and blooded on ork freebooterz. The primordial Titan Legio Ancients of the Dust, ever vigilant and serving reinforced with additional waves of engines from both Dobara and Mars itself. The First through Fifty Acadameain Guard Units fully mobilized since the beginning of the Iron War, significant progress for the 150 total Army Groups to be mobilized as well when the war began and that progress never halting since. All of these forces not equipped for defense but offense. The only reason that most did not call for this roaring war economy to end was that everyone else in the sector was still doing so, how could they not when the Federation refused to reinforce their own garrisons? Those were the frank arguments offered by the Fabricator-Captain, those words given weight by the returning Enclave merc captains and the words of the allied Knight Worlds. The time for peace had long been past, its return seemingly never to be in the foreseeable future.

The Tension slowly mounts, what was your place during all these events?

Such dis̶͏à̴̷p̡p̛҉o̸̢͞ì͜n҉̢̕tḿ̷eń̴͝t̷ in your choice but unde̶r͠s̕t͜an͘ḑa͠b̕l͜e, there will be other opp͡or̀ţu̵n̢i͏tie̴s for knowledge to be exchanged. Thrice you have already agreed so your due will be had. Simply wait for the Seneschal to bring the matter to the fore. Matters will flow forward regardless.

Previous Job Titles(Choose Two)
[] Sixth Science Team Leader within the third Division of the Department of Applied Energetics
[] Junior Human Resources Manager for the fifth Division of the Department of Experimental Metallurgy
[] Junior Member of the Judicial Council of Martian Enclave Hellas Beta-3
[] Third Revision Team Leader for Munitions Testing Facility Gamma-5, North Polar Basin
[] Twentieth Ward Overseer for Stone-Born Tank Facility Euphrates-5, Utopia Enclave Hold-5
[] Ship Bursar for Martian Exploration Vessel Hogram's Visage
[] Combat Field Researcher for the Mad Foxes PMC

Current Job Title
[] Senior Resources Manager for the Martian Enclaves on Joint Development Project Codename: Othrys Ascendant
[] Senior Researcher on the Immaterium Vaccination Project, Codename Hecateae
[] Project Director for Battlefield Salvage Site DW-007.561, Codename: Crucible of Rusted Iron

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WyrmofFrost

One whose Muse delights in being coy

WyrmofFrost

One whose Muse delights in being coy

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