It gets worse when you remember one of them is a Chaos cult.
Sterbelicht - One Sacrifice At A Time Against The Galaxy (40K)
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What! Where was this mentioned?
[X] Plan: And Now for Something Completely Different v 1.1
The Square people, as they believe in ordering our "Five" aspects into a square of four (with the Star Child itself in the middle) which seems to be somewhat Chaos-y.
The Square people, as they believe in ordering our "Five" aspects into a square of four (with the Star Child itself in the middle) which seems to be somewhat Chaos-y.
In one of the turns we were taking care of a Great Heresy(the Roses one I think) the QM said they weren't THE Chaos cult, instead of saying they weren't A Chaos cult, that implies one of the Heresies is a Chaos cult disguising itself as a regular heresy.
And since none of the other Heresies ended up being it those two are the only options left(The Anti-Particularists are the most likely candidates from my point of view).
Edit: I just realized If I'm right we let a Chaos cult stay in our society for decades even after having knowing there was one. Joy.
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Crafter of War
The Dorf
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How about Machinery? I want a way to counter the weird ships and I don't think we can do so effectively from the navy side of things.
Still, I don't really see how Struggle could Contribute to a Combat Song. Like I could see it as some kind of buff song or society progression thing, but not something to use in directly harm someone. Again, all we need is Death, Sun and Fire for a combat song.
We could always use it as "Make our enemies Struggle" and use it as a debuff.
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- They/Them
It could be used for a combat Song... or it could be used for a Combat Melody. The Melodies are useful in themselves!
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On that topic, it might be a good idea to try to fit in more Melody Actions to try to pick up the rest of the "untested" ones, at which point every tick over would be an upgrade rather than something new. We know that when the components of a Song are improved the Song itself improves, so making it so that we're constantly working on Refining rather than Discovering would probably do good stuff for Choir Effectiveness.
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If you want a combat Melody Fire or Sun are there. They both are said to be element songs. Honestly it would be worth pursuing the ones that upgrade our current existing songs. 3 of the 4 use Sun so getting Sun II would help
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All Songs are composed of at least Three Melodies and we can stack. Why not use an Action and experiment for a combat song?
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We're the Moving Star and by discovering them we have shattered their innocence making it so they either join us or die. It's a bit harsh but not exactly untrue since that's just how the galaxy is.
Wonder if we should have a choir in system to maybe try and keep an eye on them to give us an early warning if Chaos is trying to worm its way in since if they have psykers capable of divination like this than even if they're not corrupted now they easily could be since it means they're not so 'dim' Chaos just overlooks them all the time.
[x] Plan: And Now for Something Completely Different v 1.1
I'd like to upgrade A Spark of Genius by getting Technology/Progress/Creativity/Hope II with the auto Melody. Hard to tell if getting an additional .05 bonus research actions is more valuable than the versatility of more Melodies though, I might be mislead by the urge of number-goes-up.
I'd like to upgrade A Spark of Genius by getting Technology/Progress/Creativity/Hope II with the auto Melody. Hard to tell if getting an additional .05 bonus research actions is more valuable than the versatility of more Melodies though, I might be mislead by the urge of number-goes-up.
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I feel like this is the only way to do it. If you took one down and not the other it would cement the others' legitimacy.
Feels like the right way to do it is call a religious conclave to setter old-standing matters of faith and then bludgeon them with Tleen's writings until they submit or die, then proceed down the leadership. And have Lamenters on hand on case they turn into chaos spawn.
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The feeling when your seer's mind shatters because the local regional power was exploring your sector and now she is speaking in tongues. I am sorry Moth friend. It was...not intended
Also that is a very nice trait. I do like this one a fair bit. Improved Morale is nice and decreased unrest is useful considering the bomb we might unleash next turn
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To Scorch The Past - [Canon]
I love these plant dudes.
"Join me in Remembrance"
The Song-of-Responsibility raised their branches to the sky, and every member of the congregation followed suit. The sunlight was dim here, in the rotted-out core of the sky-tree. The dead wood towered into the sky almost beyond sight, but the space the heartwood had once occupied was massive and empty, enough to host thousands of the Irrita in this most solemn of temples. Similar gatherings were happening in every one of the tens of thousands of sky-trees, and even so not every Irrita was present.
But it was enough. All Irrita visited this place at some point, on this day or another. They felt the majesty that had once been, and the sorrow at its loss.
The Song-of-Responsibility spoke in the language of their kind, the words spreading into the utter stillness of the crowd as they soaked in the sunlight made available by the death of a titan. "Remember the sky-trees, their unrivaled dominance of the canopy. What a treasure they were, at once a height to aspire towards and a home to grow within. Envy the bounty of our ancestors, that they lived alongside such wonders."
They paused, and the crowd withered in anticipation, knowing the next part of this tale.
"Judge their folly, that the sky-trees are gone. Their void-brushing canopies fallen to Earth, their Sol-kissed branches rotten and dead."
A shiver passed through the listeners as if a breeze had stirred the massive chamber, though the air was still.
"Our people aspire to growth neverending, and once we pursued that goal without wisdom or temperance. The nations of Earth competed for the only number that mattered, the growth rate. All else was secondary to that, and the only thing that mattered was growth. Growth in people, growth in production, growth of our tended forests and wealth."
The Song-of-Responsibility paused another moment, letting the crowd consider such a thing. They had been taught from an early age to avoid that way of thinking, and they all knew why. But this yearly remembrance helped remind them why, to reinforce the stirrings of disquiet in their very souls at such a thought. They knew, but they needed to feel why a core tenant of the modern Irrita was responsibile stewardship.
"But such growth came at a price, and some cried out in protest. Fertilizers overused, acids imbalanced. But all of our poisons were soaked into the groundwater of our home and never returned. There was no consequence to the rampant proliferation, and so we grew."
Their tendrils gestured around, to the soft brown of the wood standing around them. "But of course, it was the sky-trees, providing one last act of service. Their very took the polluted waters and rained them down once more, purified of the toxins spreading from our growth. The last act of our cradle was to shelter us from the consequences of our own actions as long as they could."
Many of the leaves blanched in shame, but the Song-of-Responsibility continued mercilessly.
"The greatest trees to ever live, poisoned by our own growth. By our lack of care, and our thirst for growth at any cost. They raised us from the start of our species, and we killed them for it with our thoughtless waste. But truly, their final gift was not to save us from ourselves. No! It was to teach us one final lesson! The lesson I live today to convey." This time they paused, and let the anticipation mount. All present knew the next word, and to hear it would be a release from tension.
"Responsibility."
The crowd sighed, and the Song-of-Responsibility sighed with them. "In killing our cradle, we learned of the true consequences, the ones that matter, that cannot be solved by replacement or another improved quarterly statement. This was the lesson we needed to see beyond our shortsighted ways, to grow in the most important way. Our people is one that treasures green and life and the chatter of living things. But for that to truly flourish, we must understand every facet of the ecosystem that supports it, and work to nurture every part of it, not just the greenest shoots and the fastest-growing weeds."
The traditional remembrance speech was almost done, and the Song-of-Responsibility relished the final section. "We have learned this lesson once, and it is the responsibility of each and every one of you to ensure that it is not a lesson learned a second time. Be considerate of your actions, consider the consequences and take responsibility for all of your charges. A growth that withers and dies without encouraging new life is worth nothing, while the smallest ecosystem is an entire world. This is our responsibility, and our rememberance."
With the last word, the ceremony was done, and the moment of stillness lasted as every individual considered the crime of their ancestors, and the lessons to be learned from it.
But if the ceremony was done, the sermon was not. It was the privilege of every Song-of-Responsibility to speak to their people, to remind and chastise them on current events. Their Songs-of-Influence may speak their own opinions, voice the whims and thoughts of their people. But the Songs-of-Responsibility were the morals of the Irrita, the quiet voice in the organism that was their people that urged responsibility and temperance. And this Song-of-Responsibility would use that privilege on the most controversial of issues.
"We know of the peoples beyond the stars, beyond those who have accepted us. The people of Temples and the People of Candles, among others less friendly." Those weren't the proper names, but they were poetic, and everyone knew whom they referred to. "Many will argue that we do not understand these people, that interfering with their ecosystem without understanding risks disaster, both for them and us. Others say that they are a people in need of aid, that we can provide simple things to allow them the chance to flourish in their own way."
A stir of leaves across the audience indicated that this was a topic of broad interest to many.
"But acting responsibly is not a simple path. Those who preach caution seek to avoid harm, for who knows what the effects of our actions could be? Those who help wish only to provide aid, that growth may be shared and all peoples benefit. These friends are strange, and many point to the destruction they have wrought as both a warning and curse! But I say, this galaxy is an unkind place, rife with blight and fire and horror. The forges of war are necessary, and the peoples who wage it are responsible in their own way.
"The true test is to their peoples. Are they happy, well-cared for, with ambitions of learning and happiness? Do they grow with wisdom, or with reckless abandon to fuel the forges of their wars? When peace is offered, do they seize all in their power or do they divide the winnings evenly and aid those wounded in the combat?"
The stirrings had grown agitated as the Song-of-Responsibility closed on their point. Many disagreed with them, but none would dare interrupt them. Not today, not here.
"These aliens are responsible in their own ways, have learned their own lessons from their own cradles. If they need to be taught our lessons, then we must also be taught theirs. We have looked beyond our cradle and found that there are many lessons left to learn to survive in this Galaxy. I would have allies capable in those acts, and teach them our own lessons in turn."
They released the crowd with a few final, slow words. "If aid is asked, it must be granted. If it is not asked, we must learn what aid is needed."
"Join me in Remembrance"
The Song-of-Responsibility raised their branches to the sky, and every member of the congregation followed suit. The sunlight was dim here, in the rotted-out core of the sky-tree. The dead wood towered into the sky almost beyond sight, but the space the heartwood had once occupied was massive and empty, enough to host thousands of the Irrita in this most solemn of temples. Similar gatherings were happening in every one of the tens of thousands of sky-trees, and even so not every Irrita was present.
But it was enough. All Irrita visited this place at some point, on this day or another. They felt the majesty that had once been, and the sorrow at its loss.
The Song-of-Responsibility spoke in the language of their kind, the words spreading into the utter stillness of the crowd as they soaked in the sunlight made available by the death of a titan. "Remember the sky-trees, their unrivaled dominance of the canopy. What a treasure they were, at once a height to aspire towards and a home to grow within. Envy the bounty of our ancestors, that they lived alongside such wonders."
They paused, and the crowd withered in anticipation, knowing the next part of this tale.
"Judge their folly, that the sky-trees are gone. Their void-brushing canopies fallen to Earth, their Sol-kissed branches rotten and dead."
A shiver passed through the listeners as if a breeze had stirred the massive chamber, though the air was still.
"Our people aspire to growth neverending, and once we pursued that goal without wisdom or temperance. The nations of Earth competed for the only number that mattered, the growth rate. All else was secondary to that, and the only thing that mattered was growth. Growth in people, growth in production, growth of our tended forests and wealth."
The Song-of-Responsibility paused another moment, letting the crowd consider such a thing. They had been taught from an early age to avoid that way of thinking, and they all knew why. But this yearly remembrance helped remind them why, to reinforce the stirrings of disquiet in their very souls at such a thought. They knew, but they needed to feel why a core tenant of the modern Irrita was responsibile stewardship.
"But such growth came at a price, and some cried out in protest. Fertilizers overused, acids imbalanced. But all of our poisons were soaked into the groundwater of our home and never returned. There was no consequence to the rampant proliferation, and so we grew."
Their tendrils gestured around, to the soft brown of the wood standing around them. "But of course, it was the sky-trees, providing one last act of service. Their very took the polluted waters and rained them down once more, purified of the toxins spreading from our growth. The last act of our cradle was to shelter us from the consequences of our own actions as long as they could."
Many of the leaves blanched in shame, but the Song-of-Responsibility continued mercilessly.
"The greatest trees to ever live, poisoned by our own growth. By our lack of care, and our thirst for growth at any cost. They raised us from the start of our species, and we killed them for it with our thoughtless waste. But truly, their final gift was not to save us from ourselves. No! It was to teach us one final lesson! The lesson I live today to convey." This time they paused, and let the anticipation mount. All present knew the next word, and to hear it would be a release from tension.
"Responsibility."
The crowd sighed, and the Song-of-Responsibility sighed with them. "In killing our cradle, we learned of the true consequences, the ones that matter, that cannot be solved by replacement or another improved quarterly statement. This was the lesson we needed to see beyond our shortsighted ways, to grow in the most important way. Our people is one that treasures green and life and the chatter of living things. But for that to truly flourish, we must understand every facet of the ecosystem that supports it, and work to nurture every part of it, not just the greenest shoots and the fastest-growing weeds."
The traditional remembrance speech was almost done, and the Song-of-Responsibility relished the final section. "We have learned this lesson once, and it is the responsibility of each and every one of you to ensure that it is not a lesson learned a second time. Be considerate of your actions, consider the consequences and take responsibility for all of your charges. A growth that withers and dies without encouraging new life is worth nothing, while the smallest ecosystem is an entire world. This is our responsibility, and our rememberance."
With the last word, the ceremony was done, and the moment of stillness lasted as every individual considered the crime of their ancestors, and the lessons to be learned from it.
But if the ceremony was done, the sermon was not. It was the privilege of every Song-of-Responsibility to speak to their people, to remind and chastise them on current events. Their Songs-of-Influence may speak their own opinions, voice the whims and thoughts of their people. But the Songs-of-Responsibility were the morals of the Irrita, the quiet voice in the organism that was their people that urged responsibility and temperance. And this Song-of-Responsibility would use that privilege on the most controversial of issues.
"We know of the peoples beyond the stars, beyond those who have accepted us. The people of Temples and the People of Candles, among others less friendly." Those weren't the proper names, but they were poetic, and everyone knew whom they referred to. "Many will argue that we do not understand these people, that interfering with their ecosystem without understanding risks disaster, both for them and us. Others say that they are a people in need of aid, that we can provide simple things to allow them the chance to flourish in their own way."
A stir of leaves across the audience indicated that this was a topic of broad interest to many.
"But acting responsibly is not a simple path. Those who preach caution seek to avoid harm, for who knows what the effects of our actions could be? Those who help wish only to provide aid, that growth may be shared and all peoples benefit. These friends are strange, and many point to the destruction they have wrought as both a warning and curse! But I say, this galaxy is an unkind place, rife with blight and fire and horror. The forges of war are necessary, and the peoples who wage it are responsible in their own way.
"The true test is to their peoples. Are they happy, well-cared for, with ambitions of learning and happiness? Do they grow with wisdom, or with reckless abandon to fuel the forges of their wars? When peace is offered, do they seize all in their power or do they divide the winnings evenly and aid those wounded in the combat?"
The stirrings had grown agitated as the Song-of-Responsibility closed on their point. Many disagreed with them, but none would dare interrupt them. Not today, not here.
"These aliens are responsible in their own ways, have learned their own lessons from their own cradles. If they need to be taught our lessons, then we must also be taught theirs. We have looked beyond our cradle and found that there are many lessons left to learn to survive in this Galaxy. I would have allies capable in those acts, and teach them our own lessons in turn."
They released the crowd with a few final, slow words. "If aid is asked, it must be granted. If it is not asked, we must learn what aid is needed."
Good stuff.
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I wonder what's going on with Zetraneum. I am assuming it's still a feral world?
Why not try and upgrade a existing song to tier 2 by upgrading all of the component melodies, for example our research song:
A Spark of Genius - Technology, Progress, Creativity, Hope
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the current songs and the level of their parts:
Dirge for the Innocent - Protection(1), Fire(1), The Sun(1)
Bound To The Stars - Song(3), Humanity(1), Protection(1), The Sun(1), The Home(1), Fire(1)
A Web Of Song - Protection(1), Song(3), Unity(1), Fire(1), The Sun(1), The Home(1)
A Spark of Genius - Technology(1), Progress(1), Creativity(2), Hope(1)
Just noticed that all three melodies of Dirge for the Innocent are part of both Bound To The Stars and A Web Of Song.
If going for an offensive one i would pick fire, as that one is also part of 3 songs.
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Bound For The Stars and A Spark Of Genius both look like they'd be handy if upgraded, but the former requires enhancing 5 melodies (2.5 actions) and the latter 3 melodies (1.5 actions)...
Or 11 turns of auto progress for A Spark of Genius(as we get one next turn) followed by 15 for Dirge for the Innocent(as all three of its parts are in the other two), 10 more for Bound For The Stars and finally 5 for A Web Of Song(as 4 of its 5 are the same as Bound For The Stars)
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733.M42 - 50% Of The Federation
HeroCooky
Unverified Monstergirl
The Heresies of the Particularists and Anti-Particularists are, without doubt, or compare, the singular most devious and deep-rooted within the Glimmering Federation, if not outright actions of memetic psykery. Both planets whose blasphemy laws are laxer and stricter experience these two heresies on a regular basis from every level of society and faith.
Be it infosphere forums where people develop the Particularist Heresy from first principles through lax theological discussions veering off due to oversimplifications that take roots within the minds of the posters, or overzealous priests and faithful trying to correct those mistakes before it is too late by using words and preachings that inevitably turn their congregations or listeners into Anti-Particularists, both heresies spawn again and again.
Further muddling the efforts of the righteous in stomping out these heresies is their ability to spread quickly through society when not encountered by the learned or the well-informed layperson, with members of those heresies often unable to effectively point out differences between the Droman Creed and their own, believing them to be one and the same. Likewise, efforts to educate people on the differences have come to crash, again and again, against the wall of sloth and ignorance, with many sects going undetected by the sheer fact that such theological differences prove of no impact on the day-to-day for most people, most do not care enough to report those holding these beliefs.
Unlike the other major Heresies, the Roses, Syncretists, Divine Lines, and Cogs, all efforts that could be taken before one needs to apply the flamer, the melta, and the bolter have been used throughout the history of the Federation...with some events proving that not even those tools are enough to stamp them out in full.
The Order of Cerberus estimates that at least 50% of the Federation's population holds to either the Particularists or Anti-Particularists or associates with them. While this has not yet caused any large-scale issues, an enemy at the gates often distracts people as anything else; lower-case chaos like war may be the bolt that breaks the ship.
Caution is advised.
(6-Hour Moratorium)
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Be it infosphere forums where people develop the Particularist Heresy from first principles through lax theological discussions veering off due to oversimplifications that take roots within the minds of the posters, or overzealous priests and faithful trying to correct those mistakes before it is too late by using words and preachings that inevitably turn their congregations or listeners into Anti-Particularists, both heresies spawn again and again.
Further muddling the efforts of the righteous in stomping out these heresies is their ability to spread quickly through society when not encountered by the learned or the well-informed layperson, with members of those heresies often unable to effectively point out differences between the Droman Creed and their own, believing them to be one and the same. Likewise, efforts to educate people on the differences have come to crash, again and again, against the wall of sloth and ignorance, with many sects going undetected by the sheer fact that such theological differences prove of no impact on the day-to-day for most people, most do not care enough to report those holding these beliefs.
Unlike the other major Heresies, the Roses, Syncretists, Divine Lines, and Cogs, all efforts that could be taken before one needs to apply the flamer, the melta, and the bolter have been used throughout the history of the Federation...with some events proving that not even those tools are enough to stamp them out in full.
The Order of Cerberus estimates that at least 50% of the Federation's population holds to either the Particularists or Anti-Particularists or associates with them. While this has not yet caused any large-scale issues, an enemy at the gates often distracts people as anything else; lower-case chaos like war may be the bolt that breaks the ship.
Caution is advised.
(6-Hour Moratorium)
[] (Write-In)
Alectai
Speaks Words of Wisdom... On occasion
What the fuck
So, uh, are they both nascent Chaos Cults then?
50 fucking percent of the population cleaves to one of those heresies or at least doesn't see them as a problem, that's nightmare fuel, and it's apparently at least partially memetic given how it keeps popping up in the same form no matter what securities are in place.
That's not normal, weird fringe shit is 10-20% tops, and tends to be based on your geography.
How the fuck did Cerberus not notice how far this had gone until we actually chose to hit them? Was it purely because we chose to address them both at once that they were able to put the data next to each other and go "Oh fuck this is a bomb that's ready to go off the next time we're in a crisis?" That any individual Particularist and Anti-Particularist sentiment is generally just weird crank level, and it's only when you directly control and contrast them that you see they use the same spreading mechanism?
It's a sleeper basilisk embedded into our population at the grassroots level. And if we didn't address this before we were at war, we'd have been fucked.
So, uh, are they both nascent Chaos Cults then?
50 fucking percent of the population cleaves to one of those heresies or at least doesn't see them as a problem, that's nightmare fuel, and it's apparently at least partially memetic given how it keeps popping up in the same form no matter what securities are in place.
That's not normal, weird fringe shit is 10-20% tops, and tends to be based on your geography.
How the fuck did Cerberus not notice how far this had gone until we actually chose to hit them? Was it purely because we chose to address them both at once that they were able to put the data next to each other and go "Oh fuck this is a bomb that's ready to go off the next time we're in a crisis?" That any individual Particularist and Anti-Particularist sentiment is generally just weird crank level, and it's only when you directly control and contrast them that you see they use the same spreading mechanism?
It's a sleeper basilisk embedded into our population at the grassroots level. And if we didn't address this before we were at war, we'd have been fucked.
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