Sterbelicht - One Sacrifice At A Time Against The Galaxy (40K)
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[X] Plan: Infrastructure Week, Part 1+Holy Days
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- They/Them
I am admittedly a bit annoyed... like, why WOULDN'T you want to do a Food action when doing a festival? Mechanically it makes no difference, so why go with the less festive version?
It honestly doesn't matter, to be clear, the stakes are about as low as they have ever been in the history of this Quest.
It honestly doesn't matter, to be clear, the stakes are about as low as they have ever been in the history of this Quest.
[X] Plan: Begin the Great Infrastructure Project!
I think it's more that we had our Med infra collapse like twice in this quest so some of us may have a "thing" for making sure Med gets raised up as priority since it seems like the one that takes a hit most often.
- Location
- Centro Italia
[X] Plan: Infrastructure Week, Part 1+Holy Days
- Location
- Poland
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- He/Him
[X] Plan: Infrastructure Week, Part 1+Holy Days
ConfusedCanuck
Where did it all go wrong?
- Location
- Neverland
[X] Plan: Begin the Great Infrastructure Project!
[X] Plan: Infrastructure Week, Part 1+Holy Days
[X] Plan: Infrastructure Week, Part 1+Holy Days
I like how we are boosting medical for the inevitable hungovers.
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555.M42 - Compassion, Mercy, Justice
HeroCooky
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Teeln was old. Very, very old. Far older than he had ever thought he would be when he had been born one fateful day on that Dark Mechanicum Station, hands already in chains and overseers leering with malignant calculations.
Back then, when he had been forced to grow up and labor in hellish conditions and for worse purposes, he had played with simply...ending it all. All it would take was one mistake while operating machinery...and he would be gone. He had seen it. Whole Ogryns sucked into grinders and turned into so much crunchy salsa within less than a second.
There had been other ways he had thought about, too. Trying for a gun. Drug overdose. Electrocution. Stepping into the cold vacuum of space. One slice against his wrists and simply enduring the pain.
The possibilities had been endless. The beckoning of oblivion grew ever so sweeter, day by hellish day.
But he had never seriously considered it; ending it all. The mere chance that his soul would get grabbed by a daemon instead of being ripped apart by the chaotic energies of the Warp had been too great, or to be bound by some insane Magos by accident to a machine that would use his soul as fuel for a hundred years spent in utter agony.
But day by day, oblivion by any means and by any chance seemed all the more enticing...until he heard two whispers.
One of turning back that hurt, that misery, all the wrongs committed against him for nearly two decades upon those who had hurt him so much and all those he had dared to care for.
Another...of rising above. Risking it all. Strike for not himself but for all who would come after. Burn himself unto the crucible of history and see if the ashes were worth preserving.
In the end, there was no choice at all. Teeln had always been a sucker for doing what was right by any means neccessary. After all, doing good was not born out of compassion, mercy, justice, or law; but by doing what was right when, how, as, and to whomever one wanted, no excuses given to any who tried to stop you.
Besides, he was always going to die; why not die in a blaze of ill-thought-about glory?
Five centuries, five decades, five years, five months, and five days after the last Dark Priest had been killed, he stood here, at the head of a massive cathedral, filled with over a million people praying in earnest belief, hopeful faith, and adamantium-clad surety that a better tomorrow was to come, wrought by their hands and their works.
And all he could do was smile as he began to end the sermon, leading a million here, and billions more into silent prayer, his age pulling at him such that he had to sit to pray after standing for too long.
And with a smile, he lowered his head in prayer, eyes closing to concentrate on the words that his mouth knew beyond mere muscle memories, knowing too well that he would soon die. One did not make it to nearly six centuries without feeling the ache in one's bones, the pull of one's heart, and the honey trapping one's thoughts. Maybe he would not die today, but soon. Yet, he was glad for all the days he had lived, not merely for his own happiness but for all that had come and gone and for all that would come after.
But he died. Today. Breathing his last:
(6-Hour Moratorium)
[] In Prayer.
One last wish to safeguard the young he could not save. One last selfless act, as hands froze and muscles stopped working. A man born by a faith demanding sacrifice from the unwilling, dying while praying as the head of one never asking the same, but constantly recieving it from the willing.
(Gain: One Last Miracle.)
[] In Bed.
Holding the hand of his love as she died the same night. Five centuries and nearly six decades spent in the love of simmering heat and assured trust like a planet-dweller might know gravity, and he knew the breath in his lungs. Teeln loved Bnuy, and Bnuy loved Teeln; a law written unto the Warp itself.
(Gain: One Last Miracle.)
Back then, when he had been forced to grow up and labor in hellish conditions and for worse purposes, he had played with simply...ending it all. All it would take was one mistake while operating machinery...and he would be gone. He had seen it. Whole Ogryns sucked into grinders and turned into so much crunchy salsa within less than a second.
There had been other ways he had thought about, too. Trying for a gun. Drug overdose. Electrocution. Stepping into the cold vacuum of space. One slice against his wrists and simply enduring the pain.
The possibilities had been endless. The beckoning of oblivion grew ever so sweeter, day by hellish day.
But he had never seriously considered it; ending it all. The mere chance that his soul would get grabbed by a daemon instead of being ripped apart by the chaotic energies of the Warp had been too great, or to be bound by some insane Magos by accident to a machine that would use his soul as fuel for a hundred years spent in utter agony.
But day by day, oblivion by any means and by any chance seemed all the more enticing...until he heard two whispers.
One of turning back that hurt, that misery, all the wrongs committed against him for nearly two decades upon those who had hurt him so much and all those he had dared to care for.
Another...of rising above. Risking it all. Strike for not himself but for all who would come after. Burn himself unto the crucible of history and see if the ashes were worth preserving.
In the end, there was no choice at all. Teeln had always been a sucker for doing what was right by any means neccessary. After all, doing good was not born out of compassion, mercy, justice, or law; but by doing what was right when, how, as, and to whomever one wanted, no excuses given to any who tried to stop you.
Besides, he was always going to die; why not die in a blaze of ill-thought-about glory?
Five centuries, five decades, five years, five months, and five days after the last Dark Priest had been killed, he stood here, at the head of a massive cathedral, filled with over a million people praying in earnest belief, hopeful faith, and adamantium-clad surety that a better tomorrow was to come, wrought by their hands and their works.
And all he could do was smile as he began to end the sermon, leading a million here, and billions more into silent prayer, his age pulling at him such that he had to sit to pray after standing for too long.
And with a smile, he lowered his head in prayer, eyes closing to concentrate on the words that his mouth knew beyond mere muscle memories, knowing too well that he would soon die. One did not make it to nearly six centuries without feeling the ache in one's bones, the pull of one's heart, and the honey trapping one's thoughts. Maybe he would not die today, but soon. Yet, he was glad for all the days he had lived, not merely for his own happiness but for all that had come and gone and for all that would come after.
But he died. Today. Breathing his last:
(6-Hour Moratorium)
[] In Prayer.
One last wish to safeguard the young he could not save. One last selfless act, as hands froze and muscles stopped working. A man born by a faith demanding sacrifice from the unwilling, dying while praying as the head of one never asking the same, but constantly recieving it from the willing.
(Gain: One Last Miracle.)
[] In Bed.
Holding the hand of his love as she died the same night. Five centuries and nearly six decades spent in the love of simmering heat and assured trust like a planet-dweller might know gravity, and he knew the breath in his lungs. Teeln loved Bnuy, and Bnuy loved Teeln; a law written unto the Warp itself.
(Gain: One Last Miracle.)
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
We must get the fabled all V…and do some research because dang we need it! Autonated shipyards would do wonders for us to get more ships while we trim down the research tree.
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
[ ] In Bed.
I see things have gone, and i too would like to go out this way, but if called…
[ ] In Prayer.
Shane we can't combined the two to pray in bed together as they perish. Man and women going to greet the one they call master together, praying in private one more time before going to sleep forevermore.
I see things have gone, and i too would like to go out this way, but if called…
[ ] In Prayer.
Shane we can't combined the two to pray in bed together as they perish. Man and women going to greet the one they call master together, praying in private one more time before going to sleep forevermore.
[] In Bed.
After everything he has done, all the work and sacrifice, he deserves rest and kindness, I think. After all, what is the point of building a kinder society if we don't let all of our citizens experience it?
After everything he has done, all the work and sacrifice, he deserves rest and kindness, I think. After all, what is the point of building a kinder society if we don't let all of our citizens experience it?