There was a party going on everywhere on the station. People celebrated the end of the Dark Priests and their liberation, the beginning of a new age and the deaths of all they hated; they celebrated the heroes and made fun of the villains, with bonds forged in an atmosphere of merriment and burning faith racing higher by the hour as prayers and hymns join the celebrations of food shared freely and laughter echoes healthy and hale within halls that once held the screams of pain and the lash of whips and scent of terror.
And though they celebrated, they knew that tomorrow would begin another day of work, different work, but work all the same for a cause greater than themselves, and so they celebrated even harder.
The future seemed oh so grand now, freed of their chains, led by those who had allowed them to rise, and able to chart a path all their own as they were led by a council of faith, hymns, might, and the guidance of an Angel of the Emperor itself!
And yet, while most celebrated in the masses of humanity chocking the center of the station, others sought refuge to hold their vigils and further plans of their designs away from most, some merely seeking to hunt down still at-large psykana-experiments of the Dark Priests, some hoping to grieve alone or in small groups, with others trying to gain material wealth while all others were occupied.
One such group managed to even not get themselves killed by furious once-owners of lost items once it was discovered that they went a' thievin'! Or just regularly murdered by the still-present dangers within the still-corrupted sections of the station now hungering for souls and flesh no longer provided on a regular basis.
Because while that one group did break into the laboratory of a Biologis Magos, they had been very fortunate that it had finished its experiments with War-Beasts over a month ago, turning its sight onto another field: extending the life of the biological machinery known as the human body.
And through strange providence and genius insight deciphered among the whispers of the immaterium and the hidden binary of the materium, that Magos managed to create a little drug called Juvenat.
And the machines to produce dozens of doses every year.
Now, what should be done with that little boon?
[] Trade
[Dogmatic] - The Juvenat we have gained access to, one of the highest quality that we believe can be created, is a good that can open far more doors for us than any other trade goods, amount of money, or deeds could ever hope to achieve. Giving centuries in trade to attain goods will have nearly all throw aside their suspicions or paranoia, for few can resist the lure and temptation of perceived immortality.
(Gain Boon: Time Trade. You will find that many doors otherwise closed for a long time will be thrown wide open, and those who would have hidden behind them with a weapon in hand will stride out with open arms in friendship and goodwill.)
[] Excellence
[Iconoclastic - Zealot] - Juvenat allows us to bestow the one thing that not even those of the strongest faith or ironclad conviction can attain with violence or dedication: time. Time is always spent; there is no escaping the march toward the end when we are called to the Cradle to defend the yet slumbering Star Child. However, we can extend the time allotted to many people by giving them a dose of Juvenat for service and merit, enabling them to further elevate others from the depths of misery and the eternal abyss of desperation that the Imperium has fallen into. Skilled artisans, talented mechanics, keen-minded strategists, and, naturally, all our Hymnals shall become the centennial giants upon whose backs we shall reach higher yet.
(Gain Boon: Time. By giving these treatments to those who show merit, talent, courage, or are otherwise a boon to all of us, we can better serve humanity by using their abilities for the longest time possible. It would also enable our Hymnals to take their Psykana journey slowly, each of theirs a song sung over generations instead of a decade.
Upgrades Trait: A Hand to Hold the Candle, A Mouth to Sing the Hymns, Eyes to Behold the Star Child's Light - All your people are passively immune to Minor Chaos Corruption (Low-Powered Chaos Sigils, Safe Warp Travel, Nightmare Visions). This can be upgraded.
Warning: Trait only applies to believers of the Star Child and will not extend to non-converted populations.)
[] Pennance
[Heretical] - The juvenat these laborers have found, alongside the machines that produce it in small batches, is a minor miracle from the Star Child and should not be squandered without thought. While we can trade with it or use it to extend the lives of some select people for a century or three, we could also tweak the formulae a bit according to found notes, which would allow us to harvest organs and modified limbs from criminals choosing to repent by serving as repertoires of desperately needed medical goods. They pay for their crimes; others will walk healthy and hale once more.
(Gain Boon: Juvenat-Penance, significantly increasing the health of your population alongside their effectiveness while giving sinners and criminals another means to pay back what they took from others.)
AN: With your most chosen option being Icono, you have gained one of the three unique boons you could have gotten, that being Juvenat, and a high-quality one at that. For those interested, Dogma would have given you the means to create sanctified Purity Seals, while Heretical would have allowed you to start enchanting items such as flak armor and chainswords.
Oh, and Turns start after this vote! Woot!
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