Tales of a Lost Demigod (40k Primarch Quest)
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DoorAlarm
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[X] Craftworld Iyanden
It would be hard to accurately portray just how much life had changed ever since that fateful attack. However, if there was one thing that hadn't changed at all, it would have to be...
"Mom, please! Stop! I know how to dress myself!" Your miserable whines went ignored as your mother fussed over you, gently and carefully helping you don your latest armor.
"Hush you." Your mom rebuked without heat. "Let me have this, Sidhe. You're always so busy these days, you barely ever spend any time with me these days." She said, her words instantly causing you to wilt and surrender to her ministrations.
And so, for another five wholly unnecessary minutes, your mother carefully triple-checked that everything was in place. When she was finally done, she stepped back with a sigh, her eyes roving over your form with more than a little melancholy.
"You've grown so much, my daughter." Your mom lamented, "It feels like just yesterday when I could swing you about in my arms."
Your smile turned a bit brittle as you shuffled uncomfortably at the reminder that not only had you not stopped growing, but you'd instead sped up, with there being no signs of it stopping anytime soon.
Still, you pushed away your own feelings of awkwardness and strangeness, instead opting to step forward and envelop your mother in a gentle but firm hug, her head only just coming up to your now not exactly insignificant chest.
Then, a mischievous smile slowly formed, one that your mother quickly caught wind of, her eyes widening. "Don't you da-"
Your grip tightened a bit, and you twirled around, laughing brightly as your mother yelped at being suddenly swung about like a babe herself. "What were you saying, mother dearest?" You asked innocently as you continued twirling.
Your only answer was a half-annoyed, half-amused groan.
"Mór-Sidhe! Good to see you."
"Hello, Mór-Sidhe. May the gods be with you today."
"Greetings, Child of Light."
You greeted back every Aeldari that did the same for you, giving out warm smiles even as your perfect memory allowed you to remember each and every person individually.
When contrasted to your early days, your people's attitudes toward you might as well have been night and day. Where once suspicion reigned, nowadays only the warm comfort of familiarity and respect remained, with only the most stubborn holding onto their paranoia, and even they had thawed a lot.
A lot of it certainly had to do with your actions back during the attack, where word of your selfless and skilled rescue of your classmates from the vile Dark Ones had opened a lot of previously locked doors.
But even more importantly perhaps was the fact that, for the past months, you'd practically been glued to your master by the hip. Where he went, you followed, be that against the beasts threatening the tribe, to do 'mere' menial labor, or even that one time where there had been a brief skirmish against another tribe, one that had been resolved quickly and cleanly with no deaths on either side, much to your own happiness.
And of course, where the chieftain went, the warriors followed, and it would be an understatement to say that they were impressed by your prowess. After all, even at the beginning of your apprenticeship, there had been very few capable of besting you in a full battle.
And by now, after months training under your master's nigh-undivided attention?
Well, let's just say your current winning streak was sitting at a nice and tidy 130 victories in a row.
And as your sword flashed, easily batting aside your opponent's own weapon with an ease born of both long practice and overwhelmingly superior strength, you knew that that number would soon be going up by one.
You stepped forward, practically dancing as you slipped into your opponent's guard, your free hand lashing out with a palm strike that sent your opponent's shuriken pistol flying away.
You smiled lightly at the already defeated look in his eyes as you gently put your sword against his armored throat, although both of you knew that said armor would mean nothing to you. "Yield?" You asked.
He nodded. "Yield." He agreed, allowing you to step back with an even wider smile.
There was some clapping from the few other warriors that had chosen to observe your match while they recovered from their own spars. Predictably, it didn't take long before someone else stepped forward to challenge you next.
As you politely greeted him, offering him a warm smile as the both of you bowed before each other as was tradition, your eyes trailing off to the side, where your master watched on quietly, no doubt taking notes of whatever mistakes he saw so that he could instruct you later in private.
There was also a woman standing right beside him, watching you with a perfectly blank look on both her face and soul. More curiously, you could not recognize her. Not exactly rare considering travelers were fairly common, but for her to stand next to your master as she was?
Curious and curiouser.
"I must say." The warrior's words- Eldron, you quickly forced yourself to remember- forced you to refocus on the battle at hand.
His smile was mirthful as the two of you circled each other. "Never in a million years would I have predicted that the Child of Light would be joining us this quickly."
He flashed forward, his speed and skill easily showcasing the fact that he was amongst the most elite and experienced fighters of the tribe. Even then, however, he failed to get past your impeccable guard, your swords clashing again and again.
Your own lips quirked up. "Neither did I." You admitted easily, sidestepping an overly aggressive lunge and punishing it with a quick yet brutal chop to the back of his neck, sending him sprawling to the floor.
Eldron did not even bother attempting to defend or attack again after that, instead choosing to just stand up and rub his armored neck, wincing a bit as he did.
"Are you okay?" You asked worriedly, sheathing your sword and stepping forward, hands fluttering about uselessly. "I'm sorry about that, I should have held back a bit more. Do you need me to heal you?" You asked worriedly, knowing full well that, with your strength, breaking an Aeldari in half was trivially easy.
Which, while cool in a general sense, was also a bit worrying. One misstep and you could seriously hurt someone after all!
To your surprise, though, Eldron merely barked out a laugh. "My, my. How humiliating." He remarked in good humor, waving you off. "Three centuries of training and battling, and I lose to someone not even a hundredth my age, while she'd holding back."
"Um." You said smartly, grimacing at his words. "S-sorry?" You squeaked out.
Pride was something that a lot of your tribesmen possessed in, at times, worrying amounts. Worse yet, many were quick to take offense and slow to forgive, although it was usually only a matter of weeks before tempers cooled and sincere apologies were issued, so it usually wasn't a big issue.
But even then... You hated offending people, and your meteoric rise had ruffled more than a few feathers, although nowhere near as many as some would imagine.
Nonetheless, you weren't exactly eager to add to that list.
Thankfully, Eldron just laughed at the clear worry on your face. "Ah, don't worry about it." He smiled, stepping forward to pat you on the shoulder. "If anything, this loss just shows I have clearly not been working hard enough. So, thank you for reminding me of that."
A bit hesitantly, you smiled, feeling the sincerity in his words. "Ah, it was nothing. Thank you for sparring with me." You said, inclining your head even as your heart fluttered happily at his words.
Now if only everyone else took on that philosophy instead of being
"Of course, it also helps that the one who defeated me is such a beautiful woman." Eldron casually remarked, his smile turning sly. "How can I hold hard feelings with that in mind?"
For a moment, it felt as though your very soul had frozen at his words, your mind struggling to accept that someone had just called you... beautiful.
The next, however, your face went positively atomic as a massive blush appeared on your face, and a small, incredibly mortifying eep forced its way from your throat.
For a moment, you felt a wave of humiliation rush through you at your instinctive response, but the genuinely joyful laugh from Eldron quickly caused it to go away, leaving you blushing and stuttering but nonetheless feeling your heart flutter for a now somewhat different reason.
"Y-you really think so?" You asked hesitantly, glancing down at your far-too-large hands and your wide waist, as well as a myriad of other things that, unfortunately, set you apart from the other Aeldari.
Eldron's brow quirked up. "Of course I do," He said, projecting his honesty as the two of you vacated the sparring area since neither of you were looking to be fighting again soon. "Even beyond your beautiful wings, your fierce spirit, and your skill and intellect, let none say that you are uneasy on the eyes."
Your blush was quick to return at his words, but this time you couldn't help but beam happily at your fellow Aeldari's words, your wings shyly curling up against your back as you did.
Then, Eldron winked at you, and by this point, you couldn't help but note that the man was rather easy on the eyes himself, sporting a good helping of the classic Aeldari beauty while also possessing the somewhat rugged look of a skilled warrior to him, something that only added to his charm. "With that being said, do you think you'll be free next-"
"Warrior Eldron." Your master's voice cut across the arena, silencing all voices in an instant and causing every single match to come to an abrupt halt.
Slowly, the two of you both turned to look at your master, whose face was set in a thundering scowl. "I believe that Ellyth," He gestured with his head toward a suddenly nervous-looking woman. "Has been resting for quite a while. Have a match with her, will you?"
"My Lord, I-" Eldron tried to say, looking torn between guilt and irritation, but he never got to finish his sentence as your master glared at him.
"Need I repeat myself?" Your master ground out, his tone clearly brokering no questions.
Eldron couldn't rush toward the Ellyth woman fast enough, looking as though an Ork horde was at his heels, leaving you behind, alone, confused, and more than a little pissed off.
You walked back over to your master, arms crossed under your chest as you came to a stop before him. "What was that all about, master? He was just being nice to me!" You complained, scowling at him.
Unfortunately, you knew well from experience that... Well, your scowls weren't exactly all that effective, with your mother once jokingly pointing out that they looked more like pouts than anything else.
It was a good thing, then, that your mother had not seen your expression back during the attack.
Your master just shook his head, his scowl easing as he sighed heavily. "You are far too young for these things, Mór-Sidhe."
"What does that even mean?!" You demanded petulantly, huffing in annoyance. "What'd we do wrong?"
The sudden and unexpected laugh from the woman next to your master startled you, causing your eyes to flick over to her.
"How adorable." She said, amusement clear in her voice. "This is the vaunted halfling prodigy you were talking about, Raylan? She seems rather... immature." She said in a somewhat mocking tone, one directed more toward your master than you thought.
Your master just sighed. "She is simply young and inexperienced in such matters, Yvrinth, as we all were once upon a time." He said neutrally.
"So you say, so you say..." The woman, Yvrinth, mused aloud, her eyes roving over your form with an intensity that would have normally made you uncomfortable.
As it was, though, this woman had just done something she definitely should not have.
She had disrespected your master, and while he didn't seem to be overly bothered by it, that didn't mean you weren't.
Your narrowed eyes met her own. "How rude of you to speak like I am not here." You remarked, striding forward until you were just a hair's breadth away from Yvrinth. "And you call me the immature one."
Your 'aura' flared, psychic might pressing down on the world around you even as you physically towered over the slightly shorter-than-average woman, glaring down at her with a stern gaze.
To your dismay, though, the woman's only response was an amused laugh.
"Perhaps so." She agreed, grinning up at you even as she remained unbothered by your aura.
Your master sighed yet again. "Yvrinth, stop it already. Mór-Sidhe, you too. You are my student. Act like it." He ordered in a long-suffering tone.
Reluctantly, you did as told, stepping back from the woman even as she remained where she was, hands behind her back and an insufferable smirk on her face.
"Good. Now, Sidhe, Yvrinth here is an old friend of mine. She is here today because I called in a very heavy favour." He spoke, his tone turning deadly serious as his eyes met your own. "Have you forgotten your words on that day?" He asked.
A lesser mind might have hesitated for a moment, trying to understand which one he meant. Not you, though, as you shook your head. "I have not, master." You said, now just as serious as he was.
His lips quirked up. "Good, because she is here to help you make them a reality."
Your eyes widened at his words, and despite yourself, you could not help but flicker your eyes back onto the annoying woman, who smiled lightly at the look on your face.
"Indeed so. Greetings, Mór-Sidhe, daughter of Ynanera. I am Yvrinth Coldweaver, and I hail from the glorious Craftworld of Iyanden." Her smile turned wistful at the mere name of her home. "And I am one of her..."
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Pridakarbiter
Unseelie
- Location
- Arctis Tor
[X] Warlocks
Seems the most best choice to make use of a primarch's physical and psychic adeptness.
If I'm reading this correctly, and this is going to influence the path Sidhe will start on.
Seems the most best choice to make use of a primarch's physical and psychic adeptness.
If I'm reading this correctly, and this is going to influence the path Sidhe will start on.
Ave Anathema
Ave Imperator
- Location
- Jacksonville Illinois
[X] Warlocks
[x] Warlocks
Spiritseers would be interesting but not really something clicking with our character
Farseers are a bit to unstable in my mind, when I played the tabletop I always joked they suffered from backstabing syndrome which isn't far from the truth as everything from the manuals and books showed that they are arrogance personified (even by eldar standards) and always seem to have anyone they team up with end up being betrayed often without need (again even by eldar standards)
Spiritseers would be interesting but not really something clicking with our character
Farseers are a bit to unstable in my mind, when I played the tabletop I always joked they suffered from backstabing syndrome which isn't far from the truth as everything from the manuals and books showed that they are arrogance personified (even by eldar standards) and always seem to have anyone they team up with end up being betrayed often without need (again even by eldar standards)
So posting what I said on SB with my vote in quotes.
The first spiritseer was a Farseer who jumped into the infinity circuit to be with his lover, and picked up how to do Necromancy as a result of being stuck in two worlds.
I'm doubtful Mor-Sidhe can actually create the exact same tools, but I imagine someone with her talent, and stubbornness can pick up a way to do it in an equivalent manner for humans alongside anyone else she wishes to save from at best dissipating into the Warp.
In other words this would be a path of a good person with bad powers, and I imagine there are loads of things you can learn from the whispers of the departed who've faded into the Warp. Also a solution to the whole arriving too late to protect someone if Mor-Sidhe can guide their soul into a storage place... just one with a whole lot of consequences, and if you thought Magnus had bad PR. I mean as long as the individuals are willing it is the right thing to do, but I've no clue what Mor-Sidhe would even to with all those souls, and it can end very poorly if the Emperor decides Mor-Sidhe is trying to make a Warp deity, or something overly ambitious.
Also there is a degree of social networking in this path as they're incredibly common on Iyanden. So if Mor-Sidhe needs a whole lot of different perspectives on how to actually reverse engineer Aeldari psychic technology, and the need to do so will likely open up a whole lot of doors in regards to learning things.
There is a degree of social networking in this action in theory, and Farseers are high on the social later in most Craftworlds.
So damm the Imperial Truth, and full speed ahead on a whole lot of tech heresy! Because there are a whole lot people completely defenseless when their soul departs the protection of their body, and somebody should really do something about that problem what with an incredibly bloody crusade on the horizon.
Also this makes Mor-Sidhe even more difficult to defeat while she is defending an Exodite, or Craftworld as that is a whole lot of backup she can call upon in defense of those worlds.
Alright so Iyanden is known for Farseers that focus on the predication of the machinations for Chaos.
The first spiritseer was a Farseer who jumped into the infinity circuit to be with his lover, and picked up how to do Necromancy as a result of being stuck in two worlds.
These are Aeldari who focus on the use of force weapons, battle runes, and a whole lot of psyker abilities involving combat. This would involve a whole lot of protection abilities due to selecting the shield path.
This is pretty much the knowledge to do Necromancy using Soulstones, and Wraithbone. The Aeldari look down upon using it unless there is a true need for it, and it involves a whole lot of training to avoid going all in on Necromancy.
I'm doubtful Mor-Sidhe can actually create the exact same tools, but I imagine someone with her talent, and stubbornness can pick up a way to do it in an equivalent manner for humans alongside anyone else she wishes to save from at best dissipating into the Warp.
In other words this would be a path of a good person with bad powers, and I imagine there are loads of things you can learn from the whispers of the departed who've faded into the Warp. Also a solution to the whole arriving too late to protect someone if Mor-Sidhe can guide their soul into a storage place... just one with a whole lot of consequences, and if you thought Magnus had bad PR. I mean as long as the individuals are willing it is the right thing to do, but I've no clue what Mor-Sidhe would even to with all those souls, and it can end very poorly if the Emperor decides Mor-Sidhe is trying to make a Warp deity, or something overly ambitious.
Also there is a degree of social networking in this path as they're incredibly common on Iyanden. So if Mor-Sidhe needs a whole lot of different perspectives on how to actually reverse engineer Aeldari psychic technology, and the need to do so will likely open up a whole lot of doors in regards to learning things.
The fact that a Farseer who focuses on Chaos is here to train Mor-Sidhe is a uh rather interesting, and uh worrisome as an individual lost on the Path of the Seer doesn't simply. They have absurd psychic powers beyond even a Warlock, and are renowned for their capacity to divine the future. The main downside is said divination involves loads of time spent in meditation with their efforts being amplified by their Craftworld, and that is a level of well... technology for a lack of a better word that Mor-Sidhe won't get access to in the foreseeable future imo.
There is a degree of social networking in this action in theory, and Farseers are high on the social later in most Craftworlds.
There are Wayseers who're individuals that can make new Webway portals using runes.
This is the right thing to do given the state of the afterlife in the setting, and is a path that should make use of Mor-Sidhe having an affinity for technology alongside being an alpha psyker. Since to the Aeldari all this stuff is simply technology involving the Warp, and humans haven't really gotten all that far down that technological tree.
So damm the Imperial Truth, and full speed ahead on a whole lot of tech heresy! Because there are a whole lot people completely defenseless when their soul departs the protection of their body, and somebody should really do something about that problem what with an incredibly bloody crusade on the horizon.
Also this makes Mor-Sidhe even more difficult to defeat while she is defending an Exodite, or Craftworld as that is a whole lot of backup she can call upon in defense of those worlds.
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Sure, and I'm not disagreeing that it would make for an excellent pick, but if she does end up joining, or being conscripted into the Great Crusade Mor-Sidhe teaching her daughters(?) how to go around battlefield collecting the souls of the departed for safekeeping is a rather unique legion culture. Sure Magnus has lots of psykers, and they all love to horde all the knowledge they can get, but they tend to be pretty insular iirc.
Also it does puts a much greater degree of emphasis on the actual technology of the Aeldari, or rather the replication of it, and overall fits rather well thematically with Warp-Presence as things already get weird around Mor-Sidhe. Since the dead coming back to inspire fear into her enemies, and inspire their allies to fight fits the whole "give fear to her enemies, and rally her allies".
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The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
[X] Bonesinger
A somewhat less deathly option for learning warp tech. I'm down for Spiritseer generally, but I think a more general focus, especially with the potential to develop a human Wraithbone equivalent, would be somewhat better suited.
A somewhat less deathly option for learning warp tech. I'm down for Spiritseer generally, but I think a more general focus, especially with the potential to develop a human Wraithbone equivalent, would be somewhat better suited.
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The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
Expand?
Hm. While I'd considered that the flaw in it imo is that humans lack a universally available psyker talent available like the Aeldari to make it scalable, and Mor-Sidhe is going to be limited to her children that have become powerful psykers. Sure there might be an interest for it a first, but the demands of the GS are going to be harsh, and there simply aren't enough psykers around to make it widespread adoptable.
Basically I'd expect both options to require a human equivalent to Wraithbone, and I imagine whomever is in charge of the proto telepathica will be over the moon for a piece technology that allows psykers to live to fight another day. So there is a natural alignment of interests as said individual wishes to grow their support base, and can afford a whole lot of funding to develop the technological tree, which is especially true given some of the goals of the powers that be in a post GS humanity.
Also while it wouldn't be among those who toe the party line... there would almost certainly be a decent amount of grassroots support among the common soldiers as they'd like to be around to see the "glorious future" they were promised, and in theory might help combat the pretty universal distrust of psykers.
Hm. While that would be nice I'm somewhat doubtful the powers that be will actually care unless it can legitimately argued as a more efficient allocation of resources, and without that they'll just go with whatever alternatives Mars can give them despite all the human misery those involve.
Because even something like preserving the souls of psykers is going to get push-back unless Mor-Sidhe has an existing answer to how they can be put to use to support the GS, and some type of construct for none combat roles will likely work. Also increasing the pool of psykers available will slowly make the underlying technology much for viable to use imo.
Convincing isn't the hard part, even if every piece of psytech is only worth a fraction of a spell/power the fact that a tech can make more means they contribute more than a combatant barring vastly skewed math. Especially if they don't suddenly turn into demons if you look at them wrong. There's a reason the mechanicus gets away with their bullshit, and it's because a hundred techs are worth a million soldiers.
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
Should either switch the answer to "I do" or the question to "have you forgotten"
Keep in mind that Bonesinging would also grant a much broader understanding of Eldar psi-tech, which could help with (among other things) the Human Webway Project, and even if psychoplastic production is too bottlenecked for it to become infrastructurally common (such as if it can't be choired), the utility value of foci for Sanctioned Psykers alone would be off the charts, much less the shielding for Black Ships and Telepathica Academies. Wraithbone naturally and passively provides enough psychic shielding to protect the Craftworlders from the Birth of Slaanesh, which we can probably double up on with standard Gellars.
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
Sorry for the double post but I found additional data:
According to Rogue Trader, you need a Psy Rating of 4 (Low Delta) to be a Bonesinger, which is about 1 in a billion, not including training increases. That's common enough for each Civilized World to have at least one Bonesinger equivalent (let's call them Mythweavers). Not enough to have everyone living in and using Mythril, but definitely enough to make and maintain some high priority facilities and tools. Astropathic ansibles, Psi-potential testers and containment buildings, Warp Storm bunkers for the elites, etc.
[X] Bonesinger
Let's get that affinity for tech unlocked
Oh boy, her mother didn't give her the "talk", didn't she?
Let's get that affinity for tech unlocked
Oh boy, her mother didn't give her the "talk", didn't she?
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
14 months by my count. Also, has the expounded benefits and statistics had any influence on your voting preference? Because we've got at least ten brothers specialized in direct combat and I really want to trigger our tech affinity.
You're uh looking at things from from a lot more reasonable pov than the GS Imperium who're very much in a mentality of "expansion rate at the expense of everything else", and the Emperor can be pretty indifferent until compliance rates aren't being met as seen in the example of Logar.
Also the other big problem is that psyker training for regular humans will almost certainly be completely abysmal, and all the psy tech in the world can't fix the human element. I suppose one of the advantages of the Warlock is knowledge to help fix that problem, or more likely Mor-Sidhe is going to need to do things the hard way through helping her kids develop a Librarian curriculum they can do who work up one for regular humans.
I mean the an increased rate of psykers due to her being an alpha psyker is probably the only reason Mor-Sidhe will have any chance to implement anything at all, and hopefully get tangible results sufficient to sway the Emperor from what he likely views as "good enough" results. Since he isn't exactly someone whose mind is easy to change, and he basically designed the existing system iirc.
I'm not holding my breath for the Emperor sharing his plans, and unless I'm mistaken literally all of them are sent to Terra first.
Actually looking around uh... I'm pretty sure Craftworlds literally need an Infinity Circuit for most of the their technology to function, and that would certainly explain why the Emperor never bothered trying that for his Webway project. So Bone-Singer isn't going to be a magic route for getting the power source for all that juicy Aeldari technology.
Basically Mor-Sidhe is going to have to design her own
The uh problem is you need a lot more than a single Psyker to do anything infrastructure related, and have redundancies in place. Also on the scale of some of the more horrific Hive Worlds even a thousand Psykers aren't even going to be noticeable.
I'm really not.
The imperium knows this and will gladly throw a few infantry divisions away to save a tank or especially a tank factory.
The tech is better at helping the imperium expand and thus gets higher priority.
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