Grand action: Teaching the Emperor "Call to The Epics."
"Alright, Father, the notes are gathered and I can begin teaching you The Call whenever you're ready."
The Emperor nodded ready to listen and learn, it was clear that there was a faint eagerness to his actions that was not normally present as he waited on the other end of the connection between the pair of them.
"First, as you know from the discipline data packet, the very foundation of the astral is sound and music."
He plays his personal song up to be audible for a second.
"Now, knowing this, one can elevate distant songs utilizing a similar song, a song that shares parts. Constructive interference. Father, can you attempt to play your song to me? For demonstrative purposes."
The Emperor frowned as he opened his mouth and a cacophony poured out, each note perfect as expected by his Father, but too many overlapping in ways not meant to be. A song that captured the life lead by one of the oldest beings in the galaxy, one that had seen even celestial ages rise and fall through the course of their life. Each note a thunderous roar of sound, each note a whisper upon the night. Both were true and neither were true, notes that did not exist within the Astral sung within the chain of sound mudding the entire whole.
"... Ah, I should have expected that, old, storied things tend to make strong impressions with the astral. Notes unheard... I do not know if it's because I have not found them, or because of your deeper nature..."
"Regardless, we need to simplify it, or boil it down to more core meanings, as we're attempting to resonate with our kin, I suspect the answer lies in the parts of you most poured in the making of us, so to speak. What we derive from you. We are your sons, and you created us to be just that, the ideas behind that, within your identity, might be enough. Afterall, each of us carries many parts of our natures from you."
"In conclusion, you must focus on what you and your family have in common. The song of Clan Revelation so to speak. Hm... Here, listen to this."
He thinks for a second, focusing on what he has in common in his father, and their connection, loss at his missing brothers, a love for learning and wisdom and peers, a desire to bring and build great things for and with mankind, to protect those they love, a grim duty in the face of the galaxy, and worse, the warp. He is Magnus Amaru, son of Revelation, one with a burden to help mankind laid upon him by need, like his father before him, and his brothers shall share with him. Big, and yet so small. In the storm we must carry eachother, epics flowing and harmonizing.
The Emperor nodded his face stony and resolved as he pondered before signing a song with only a handful of notes. Each of them were leadened weights, the astral almost bending under the power within and it hit Magnus as if from a punch. Each note sang of lost and the faintest ember of hope, loss and terror, a myriad of emotions all negative fell from his father's lips. Yet, it was a Song none the less.
The Emperor nodded as he turned his gaze towards the void and sang out into the darkness for the first time in so many long eons. Memories of the shamans of Earth conducting moonlight rituals, chanting and dancing under the light of the stars drift through his ancient mind. As he let his song flow into the Astral as Magnus had shown him the method via the warp, he listened and on the very edge of his hearing he heard the response. Songs vibrant and proud resounded from every corner of the galaxy, hale and mighty in tone and sound, crushing gears grinding ever onward, the silent blade in the night, the knight shielding those behind his armored form, the ruler that gave to his people an empire, and more echoed slowly to him.
The Emperor nodded, "I HEAR THEM NOW. THIS WILL ASSIST ME WELL, YOU HAVE ONCE MORE PROVEN TO BE CAPABLE OF GREAT THINGS."
Magnus chuckles, "Thank you, father. I'm sure my brothers will be just as surprising, this is only the beginning. I look forward to meeting you in person at last. Though, your comments on noospheres have given me an idea, a decade, and perhaps we can begin on another great project."
The Emperor nodded before gesturing and a map of the galaxy appeared, "IT WILL SOON BE TIME FOR YOU TO RETURN TO TERRA AND RECOVER YOUR LEGION. THERE ARE CONCERNING REPORTS FROM THE IMPERIAL FORCES MOVING WITH THEM." The Emperor stated moving towards a more professional demeanor.
Magnus straightens, "What's wrong?"
The Emperor shrugged, "THEY ARE BEING SECRETIVE ABOUT THE MATTER, BUT THERE IS AN APPARENT DWINDLING OF ACTIVE ASTARTES OVER TIME. FROM THE REPORTS I AM SEEING THE WEAKEST OF YOUR SONS ARE SUFFERING THE MOST RATHER THAN THE STRONGEST. WHICH IS A BENEIFAL RESULT TO THE LEGION'S ABILITY TO CONDUCT OPERATIONS, HOWEVER, THE FACT OF THE MATTER REMAINS THAT YOUR LEGION IS SUFFERING A SLOW REDUCTION FOR AN UNKNOWN REASON." He was concerned Magnus could tell but seemingly more because he did not know what was the cause than anything else, but at the same time there were glimmers of emotion under the shell that revealed sadness and fear lurking inside.
Magnus pauses, thinking, confused.
"... Why keep it a secret? If they needed help why would they not seek it? Have you asked them about it directly?" He said partly thinking aloud.
The Emperor shrugged seemingly as confused as him, "I DO NOT KNOW, THE REASON I DO KNOW IS BECAUSE THE IMPERIAL FORCES WITH THEM HAVE SENT IN REPORTS OF STRANGE SIGHTINGS AND EVENTS HAPPENING WITH THE ASTARTES AND THAT THE LEGION HAS RECENTLY BEGUN TO DISTANCE ITSELF FROM THE HUMANS ASSIGNED TO THEM. HORUS HAS ATTEMPTED TO PRY BUT THE LEGION HAS STONEWALLED HIM. I EXPECT SOME FORM OF MUTATION WITH THE GENESEED OF SUFFICENT SCALE AS TO BE CONCENRING TO LEGION COMMAND THAT THEY MIGHT BE RENDERED DOWN AND REMADE. UNLESS THE LEGION IS TRULY UNSALVABLE I HAVE NO INTENTION OF DOING SO, DO NOT BE ALARMED." The Emperor stated as he seemed to sigh unsured what to do for a change about the legion.
The thought is deeply worrying, but the thought of the alternative is Far worse. Magnus is nervous now.
"After seeing what usually happens to psykers that succumb to mutation, while flying through the Sea, it would be a mercy. I dearly hope it's not that, anything but that...." He gathers himself. "Could you relay a messenge to them from me?"
The Emperor nodded, "I CAN DO SO, YOU HAVE EARNED MUCH MORE THAN THAT."
Magnus calms himself and thinks while composing the messenge.
"Sons of the 15th, my sons, I am Magnus Amaru. I know of your dwindling numbers, the vulnerable falling. Weather it be plague, sabotage, Warp Predators, or mutation. I advise you to trust and be open with my father and brothers. They are your kin, my kin, they *will* help you. You are sons of Tizca and hold the legacies of Revelation and Community. You are not pawns that will be cast aside. For your own sakes and the sakes of the aspirants who entrust that the sacrifice of a mortal life will not be in vain. I have seen the horrors of the Warp, do not let this fester and claim your souls alone. Lean on your grandfather, he will help you. No man is an Island, and no legion is a kingdom. Follow his advice, he is far older than you comprehend."
The Emperor nodded, "I WILL SEND THIS TO THEM IN FULL. I HOPE YOUR WORDS WILL AID THEM IN THIS TIME OF NEED."
Magnus nods grimly.
"So do we all. Until next time, father. I wish you luck in your searches."
The Emperor nods before leaving the communication. - Book of Magnus, Psychic imprint, Entry 5.
Year 1: Solar Singing and Firmament Singing
Years 2-3: Firmament Singing at Tertiary
Learning: Astral Sense at Tertiary
Yearly 4: Portal Network for Tizca
Yearly 5: Life Singing
My father as given me rather grim news, my legion is befallen with mutation. Atena, my mother, has comforted me with the knowledge that perhaps astral is a solution, it's novel nature bringing novel solutions to hard problems. Hadid has become an Adept of Teleportation, responsible for transportation. He's brought to me research on the Firmament wind, requesting that I utilize it for Tizca with my strength. Instead, I've opted for a more stable solution, wandering Tizca and opening portals before young singers and psykers, allowing them to learn the method. In doing so I've tuned my senses keenely, feeling the roar of the sun, the scream of firmament currents, and the breath of life. Hadid has taken firmament casting greatly with the discipline. There's word of him becoming master or even Grandmaster due to his opening of many a portal. Even Rostram has taken up the practice of Solar to burn away the mighty beasts of the wilds, slaying 3 phyrr cats in as many days. - Book of Magnus, Footnote 2, Entry 5.
Yearly 5: Blood:Link
Yearly 6-8: Blood: Link to Tertiary
Yearly 9-10: Spellcraft Principles to Tertiary
Major: Blood: link to Secondary
Major: Spellcraft Principles to Secondary
I've dived deeply into the arts of spell crafting and blood linkage in preparation for a spell built in the image of the Noosphere. Hadid is assisting me, as specialized in Connections as he is. We quickly pour over paper after paper on the arts, finding them quite informative. - Book of Magnus, Footnote 3, Entry 5