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Tales of a Lost Demigod (40k Primarch Quest)

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    • [X] Spiritseers

    "A Spiritseer?" You asked, taking half a moment to remember what such a profession entailed.

    And when you finally did... You could not help but feel a light frown fall onto your face. "I see..." You murmured with a faint note of discomfort in your voice, which you swiftly regretted as your master sent you a thoroughly disapproving look.

    "Not very impressed, I see." Yvrinth chuckled, seemingly not at all offended. You were not so easy to fool, however. Her soul practically shined with disappointment and more than a bit of unhappiness, a stark contrast to her proud and unworried demeanor.

    "Forgive me. I meant no disrespect." You placated, genuinely ashamed of yourself. "It's just... Not much of what I have been told about your profession has been kind."

    Yvrinth smiled lightly, crossing her arms under her chest as she responded sharply. "Hmph. I am not surprised. Backwater Exodites would not understand the intricacies and importance of communing with those who parted." She contemptuously proclaimed, although you didn't miss the way her soul quickly cleared up of the slight negativity that had come about from your words.

    It was then that your master interrupted. "Yvrinth." He said tiredly, seemingly resigned. "Please avoid speaking ill of my people."

    "These are not your people!" She retorted, glaring at him with surprising heat. You took a step back in surprise, head swiveling between your master and the Spiritseer. "They never have been and never will be. You belong back home, where you would make a far bigger impact helping us rebuild the empire, instead of mucking about uselessly!"

    Your master glared back. "You would not understand my choice even if I explained it a thousand times." He grit his teeth as he spoke, looking far more heated than you'd ever seen him before.

    "Oh, fuck off with that!" Yvrinth snarled, the low-simmering anger that had come out of nowhere rising until it was a boiling fury. "Admit it, you're just a coward who fled from his duties!"

    "What did you say to me!?" "You heard me! Coward!"

    You stepped back as the two of them rapidly devolved into a screaming match that belonged more with your old classmates than with your wise and respected master and a grown woman from one of the legendary Craftworlds, and you could only gape in disbelief as they Just. Didn't. Fucking. STOP!

    Where had the sudden anger come from? Why did the woman act so volatile? And why was your master, always so calm and collected, act like this in her presence?

    Discretely, your eyes turned toward your fellow warriors, the vast majority of whom were staring at the screaming match with unabashed curiosity.

    You could practically feel them losing respect for your master with each moment that passed, something that you felt was rather unfair. The woman was clearly more than a bit unstable, after all!

    Still... "Master, lady Yvrinth, please stop." You begged quietly, hoping to spare your master's dignity. Alas, it was of no use as the two of them didn't hear you at all, locked in their own world as they accused each other of things long past.

    Oh well. You'd tried.

    "ENOUGH!" You roared, loud and powerful enough to create a small shockwave that pushed everyone close to you back several steps.

    Your master and his apparent comrade both stared at you in total surprise. Your only response to that was to put your hands on your hips, looming over them as you began giving them the tongue-lashing of a lifetime, a skill that you'd absorbed from your mother after doing some very foolish things during your youth.

    "Master, what has gotten into you?" You demanded. "You are acting utterly disgracefully, and to what? Some mean words? Did you forget the very lessons you taught me about not letting taunts get to you?" You reminded him, not letting up one bit even as he grimaced. "I'm disappointed in you, master. I thought you were better than that."

    Your master looked as though someone had just slapped him in the face several times over. Yvrinth let out a chuckle at his expression, but it was quickly cut off as your very unimpressed gaze turned to her.

    "You mentioned me not being impressed earlier." You said flatly. "You were wrong. Now you are not. Your childishness, pettiness, lack of self-control, and utter disregard for common courtesy disgust me. If this is how Iyanden's Aeldari act, then I cannot help but feel misled."

    You turned on your heel and marched off, leaving behind your parting words without even bothering to see the expression on Yvrinth's face. Her soul told more than she could ever express physically anyways. "I'm going home now. Please don't bother coming until you both resolve the darkness within your hearts."

    And with that, you stormed off, leaving behind two thoroughly chastized Aeldari and an intimidated group of warriors.


    "The trick here is to not mix it until it's half-cooked." Your mother explained as she worked while you obediently stood next to her, watching attentively as she rubbed the gathered herbs against the tough meat of a Woorf, a tough wolf-like creature quite common in these parts.

    "That way, the meat will soften and the flavor will mix much more intimately." She continued, handing you a piece to sample. You gladly took it, chewing it thoroughly while you analyzed it.

    "Mmh!" You murmured happily. "It's great!" You beamed, causing your mother to laugh embarrassedly.

    "Oh, stop it with the flattering." She said, giving you a light push with her hip before moving the meat back over the fire. "You'd eat rocks and claim them to be delicious if I was the one feeding them to you."

    "That's true." You agreed, hiding your amusement as your mother rolled her eyes. Hey, if it was the truth, then it was the truth.

    She sighed exasperatedly. "Right... Moving on, could you grab-" She started to say, only to be interrupted as the familiar voice of your master came from your home tent's entryway.

    "Ynanera? Mór-Sidhe? May we enter?" He asked, his voice calm and steady. Your mother glanced over at you, one of her brows half-raised in surprise.

    "You did not tell me that Lord Fanrys was coming today." She said, sounding a bit disappointed at the fact that your mother-daughter bonding time had been cut short.

    You dipped your head in apology. "I wasn't sure." You admitted silently before then raising your voice. Then, a moment later, you called out, "Of course, Master. Please come in."

    Your master did so, pushing aside the curtain-like door as he stepped through. You were unsurprised to see Yvrinth behind him with a somber expression on her face, her soul feeling much more subdued than it had been during your first meeting.

    "Ah, my lord." Your mother hurriedly bowed. "I had not been told you would be coming, or I would have prepared some drinks."

    "Do not worry, Ynanera." Your master smiled lightly, waving off her concerns. Then, his gaze turned toward you, and you couldn't help but look away, refusing to meet his eyes even as you fidgeted nervously. "Although... I do apologize for asking this, but could you give us some privacy? There are some things I need to talk with your daughter about."

    Your mom looked at him, then at you, then at Yvrinth, and then finally back at your master, her eyes a bit wider than usual. Whatever she must've conjured from the expressions of those present must have been grave indeed, for she wordlessly nodded before leaving without a single complaint.

    And once she was gone, your home was left silent. The two adults both stared at you while you very pointedly didn't stare back, instead choosing to silently get up and head over to the fire, grab the meat there, and then wordlessly tear it into three pieces.

    "This is one of mom's favorite recipes." You spoke, breaking the silence. "It's not my favorite, but it's still pretty good." You explained further as you offered your olive branch, which both adults tentatively took.

    "It's certainly better than what I am used to." Your master admitted as he gracefully ate it, careful not to get his clothes and hand too dirty from the oil and blood streaming down from the meat.

    Not to be outdone, Yvrinth took a dainty bite out of it, grimaced, and then forced herself to swallow. "It's... Not what I'm used to." She said reluctantly, eyeing the meat like it might bite her back. Then, with a determined look, she took another bite. "I suppose it's edible, however."

    Minutes passed in a more comfortable silence as the three of you ate. Of course, you took advantage of the opportunity and sneakily peered into your master's and Yvrinth's souls.

    There was discomfort there, of course. Shame, too. Thankfully, however, you could find no resentment aimed at you, only an underlying regret, one that you suspected was birthed from your disastrous introduction.

    Finally, after only a quarter of an hour, the three of you finished your impromptu meal, and as you once again looked directly into your master's eyes, you happily found that he was significantly more relaxed than before.

    "I must apologize, my dear student." He promptly said as he looked back into your own eyes, bowing his head. "You were right. I was acting shamefully, and while it's painful for me to say, I must thank you for stopping me from humiliating myself further."

    "Ah, uh, it was no problem." You quickly said, face heating up in embarrassment at his words. Yvrinth snorted from the side before sobering up once more.

    "Maybe it wasn't, but he's right." She sighed. "This whole thing has been one big embarrassment. I was scolded by a girl not even two years of age and I can't even disagree with her. That's a new low, honestly, even for me."

    You fidgeted unsurely. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel bad, it's just..." You struggled for a moment to find the words you wanted. "I don't like seeing people fight, and master was getting really hurt by your words, and you looked so angry..." You trailed off, shaking your head. "Sorry."

    "Well, aren't you a big ball of sunshine and rainbows?" Yvrinth huffed in amusement. "Oh, whatever. Let's get to the point already. As I'm fairly sure you've realized already, this idiot called me here so that I could help with your training. However, after having asked around about your deeds and seen the way you fight..." She trailed off, tapping a finger against her thigh as she looked at you with a scrutinizing gaze.

    "To be frank, there's not much about direct combat that I can teach you." She admitted. "I'm good, but I don't even know if I'm better than you. Besides, at this point, it seems to me like you need to develop your own style more than you need someone to teach you the basics."

    Your master looked faintly surprised at her words, but you merely nodded. Her soul rang with honesty, so you had no reason to doubt her. "I understand, lady Yvrinth."

    "I'm sure you do." She smirked. "However, since I still owe that favor, how about this instead."

    "I honestly don't know if you'd be able to learn my craft. This idiot has been annoyingly silent about what exactly you are, but whatever it is, it's clearly not a full Aeldari, so I'm not sure you'd ever be able to follow my Path."

    "However... If you'd be willing to let me, I'll instead teach you everything I can about how to craft, use, and work with actual technology instead of the garbage that this backwater uses."

    Your eyes widened, excitement pounding in your heart. You'd always had an affinity for the art and science of technology, so to say that you were elated at her offer would be an understatement.

    However, before you could give your immediate agreement, Yvrinth held up a hand.

    "With that being said, I can't teach you how to work with technology without having said technology on hand." She admitted. "Thus, if you choose to accept... You'll need to return with me back to Iyanden."

    The world stopped for a second, and you could only stare at the woman, torn between disbelief, dread, excitement, confusion, curiosity, and a hundred other conflicting emotions.

    "If you don't think you can come with me, then... I'll still do my best, but we'll be far more limited. In exchange, hmm... I guess I can try to teach you some of my other skills?" She said doubtfully. "I did walk the Paths of the Artisan, Painter, and Entertainer before I settled on becoming a Spiritseer, so we could work on that."

    "So." She clapped her hand, the sound resonating loudly in the far-too-silent tent. "What do you say? Wanna come with the arrogant foreigner who threw a tantrum and embarrassed herself, risking everything for a chance at greatness, or will you play it safe and remain where it's safe and comfortable?" She asked shrewdly. "Or at least... Where it seems safe and comfortable?"

    And in the end, you...

    [] Accepted and went with her to Iyanden

    [] Refused and remained home

    [] Write-in
     
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    • If you'd chosen the Farseer option, then Yvrinth would have offered you to learn magic.

    Conversely, if you'd chosen the Warlock option, then she would have been able to help you refine your battle skills as well as teach you about tactics, strategy, logistics, and generally more war-oriented things rather than just battle skills.

    That's more or less the general gist of it. Sorry for the delay and I hope you enjoy.
     
    [X] Accepted and went with her to Iyanden

    I feel like it's a matter of knowledge against your families safety here. And while I would normally go for power anyway, this is a perfect chance for the Drukhari to slaughter the Exodites, leading to the standard, "Boo hoo, I lost everything" moment of a Primarchs lifecycle. Also, I want that moment to happen now, rather than when the Imperium first arrives.
     
    [X] Write-in: Ask for some time to discuss it with your mother and master.

    Going to need to talk to them about it, especially mama elf since you know she lost a child before and now another one planning to leave for another planet.
     
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    [X] Write-in (Accept on the condition that your mother has the option of accompanying you)
     
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