WARHAMMER 40,000: A Thousand Tiny Suns (40k/Exalted Crossover!)

[DragonCobolt]

FORTY ONE TWENTY TWO
First Natural Magos, the Golden Chemist, Mistress of Gravitics, Herald of the Thousand Starred Sky, Warptamer

ESSENCE: *
XP TO ESSENCE **: 24/50

ATTRIBUTES​

Strength​	Dexterity​	Stamina​	Perception​	Intelligence​	Wits​	Appearance​	Charisma​	Manipulation​
***​	*****​	*​	***​	*****​	***​	*****​	*​	*​

ABILITIES​

FAVORED/CASTE?​	ABILITY​	LEVEL​	FAVORED/CASTE?​	ABILITY​	LEVEL​
NOT​	Archery​	*​	FAVORED​	Melee (Lens Lance)​	*****(*)​
FAVORED​	Athletics	**​	CASTE​	Occult​	***​
FAVORED​	Awareness (Join Battle)	***(*)​	NOT​	Performance​	-​
NOT​	Brawl​	-​	FAVORED​	Presence​	*****​
CASTE​	Bureaucracy	-​	NOT​	Resistance​	-​
NOT​	Dodge​	***​	FAVORED​	Ride (Gita)	****(*)​
CASTE​	Integrity	**​	NOT​	Stealth​	-​
NOT​	Investigation	-​	NOT​	Sail​	-​
NOT​	Larceny​	-	NOT​	Socialize​	-​
NOT​	Linguistics	*​	NOT​	Larceny​	-​
CASTE​	Lore	****​	NOT​	Survival​	-​
CASTE​	Medicine	****​	NOT​	Thrown​	-​
-​	-​	-​	NOT​	War	-​

SUPERNAL CRAFT FOCUSES​

CRAFT: Chemistry

*****​

CRAFT: Armorer

***​

CRAFT: Artifacts

*****​

CRAFT: ???

-​

MERITS​

ARTIFACT (*****) - THE LENS LANCE
DESCRIPTION: Forged in a heartbeat, lurking within the machine for ten thousand years, the fury and spirit of a barely tamed gravitic imploder lance - long mistaken for and used as an agrav system aboard an orbital habitat - has been once more aroused to the glory of battle. Though her functions are as of yet locked behind codewalls and mystery, she remains a terrifying weapon in the hands of a skilled warrior. Her legend will burn across the galaxy.

FAMILIAR (**) - GITTA, THE EVER LOYAL
DESCRIPTION: They say the Kriegers pour their hearts into their horses - but beyond their world, none know their mounts as anything but numbers on an Administratum file. Gitta will change that. Ia! Ia! Praise her! Praise Sainted Gitta, The Ever Loyal! Ia! Ia!

TEMPERED BY THE ELEMENTS (**) - DAUGHTER OF VATS, BORN OF WAR
DESCRIPTION: Though fading into seeming insignificance in the glorious dawn of a new age, the first Twilight to walk the galaxy since the fading of the Age of Sorrows was inured to the chaos of a modern battlefield, moving across it as swiftly as open ground.

SELECTIVE CONCEPTION (*) - SUBDERMAL IMPLANT IN THE THIGH
DESCRIPTION: ...this is actually just standard issue for Imperial Guardsmen from any world with a Magos Biologis on it.​

LANGUAGES (*)
DESCRIPTION: You can speak the ancient tongue of The Old Realm!

INTIMACIES
​

Defining: The Galaxy is a Body, I will Heal it (Positive)
Major: Kit (Confused Attraction), Chaos (Hatred), Gitta (Love)
Minor: Technology (fascination), Xenos (Fear)

CHARMS​

IN SUMMATION: Genuis flows, unabated, through the mind of the First Twilight. She is able to hold multiple projects in mind at once, easier than any mortal, while also shifting her focuses - despite not being trained in the crafting of explosives or metallurgy, she could shift her ability to create medical chemicals into that with some effort. She is able to inspire herself to construct even mighty artifacts swifter than any mortal, so long as she crafts projects that aid and help her allies and friends. She can complete mundane and even complex tasks - building a rifle, a suit of armor, or a small vehicle - in literal seconds using nothing but the raw materials and her bare hands. Raw excellence overflows in all her favored and caste abilities, bolstering their dicepools if required.
​

Spoiler: CHARMS

Excellent SOLAR Ability
Cost: 1m per Die | Type: Supplemental
Keywords: None | Duration: Instant
Effect: Adds +1 dice to your dice pool, up to your normal charm limits. You have this ability for any ability that is either CASTE, FAVORED, or has a SINGLE CHARM from it.

TIRELESS WORKHROSE METHOD
Cost: - | Type: Permanent
Keyword: None | Duration: Permanent
Effect: Gain +2 Major slots per Essence.

EFFICENT CRAFTSMAN TECHNIQUE
Cost: - | Type: Permanent
Keyword: None | Duration: Permanent
Effect: You may buy new Major slots for 3 SXP rather than 5.

ARETE SHIFTING PRANA
Cost: 4m, 1sxp, 1wp | Type: Simple
Keywords: None | Duration: Instant
Effect: Roll Int+Craft, convert 1 dot of a Craft skill into a different but related Craft skill - nearly impossible rationales can be allowed with a sufficiently good explanation. These dots last for one minor or major project.

SUPREME CELESTIAL FOCUS
Cost: - | Type: Permanent
Keywords: None | Duration: Permanent
Effect: You may expend GXP to buy Craft skills, up to a number of times equal to [Essence]. Any past that cost x2 GXP.

SUBLIME TRANSFERRENCE
Cost: 6m | Type: Simple
Keyword: Mute | Duration: Instant
Effect: By meditating for five minuets, you may arrange your crafting XP at a 2 to 1 ratio up each level: 2 silver becomes 1 gold, 2 gold becomes 1 white, and the reverse. You may use this while unconscious or asleep.

AGES ECHOING WISDOM
Cost: - | Type: Permeant
Keyword: None | Duration: Permanent
Effect: At the beginning of each Story (every 20 updates), gain GXP equal to your permanent Major Project Slots. For free!

BRASS SCALES FALLING - REPURCHASED
Cost: - | Type: Permanent
Keyword: None | Duration: Permanent
Effect: For each 10 rolled on a craft roll without an Excellency, gain 1 SXP up to [Essence x3].

RED ANVILS RISING
Cost: - | Type: Permanent
Keyword: None | Duration: Permanent
Effect: You gain +1 SXP per each basic objective.

CHAINS FALL AWAY
Cost: - | Type: Permanent
Keywords: None | Duration: Permanent
Effect: You gain 1 GXP if you complete all three basic objectives on a craft project.

CRAFTSMEN NEED NO TOOLS
Cost: 6m | Type: Simple
Keyword: Mute | Duration: One Task
Effect: You may complete a Basic or Major Project (either crafting or repairing) within seconds, using naught but your bare hands and sheer creative will.

THOUSAND-FORGE HAND
Cost: 10m, 1wp | Type: Reflexive
Keyword: None | Duration: Instant
Effect: Reduce artifact crafting time to (6-Essence) weeks for 1-4 dot artifacts, (6-Essence) months for 5+ dot artifacts.

PEERLESS PERFECTION OF CRAFT
Cost: - | Type: Permanent
Keyword: None | Duration: Permanent
Effect: At the end of each story (every 20 updates), roll a free full Intelligence+Craft+Full Excellency dice pool. Every success is 1 SXP, and every 10 is 1 GXP.

FLAWLESS HANDIWORK METHOD - REPURCHASED
Cost: 6m | Type: Supplemental
Keywords: None | Duration: Instant
Effect: Re-roll 10s until 10s fail to appear, counting each as a success. Re-roll 6s until 6s fail to appear.

SUPREME MASTERWORK FOCUS
Cost: 6m | Type: Supplemental
Keywords: None | Duration: Instant
Effect: Supplements any Craft roll for Major or Minor projects with Double 9s. Can be improved further with later Charm Purchases.

EXPERIENTIAL CONJURING OF THE VOID
Cost: 4m, 4s/g/wxp | Type: Reflexive
Keyword: Salient | Duration: Instant
Effect: Can be used after a Craft roll, and adds +1 non-charm success, +[Essence] non-Charm dice. Cannot be used on basic projects.

UNBROKEN IMAGE FOCUS
Cost: 3m+1s/g/wxp | Type: Reflexive
Keyword: Salient | Duration: Instant
Effect: After making a Craft roll, you may purchase non-charm successes up to the number of successes rolled + your [Essence]. These do not count double successes for the purposes of how many successes you can buy.

SEASONED BEAST-RIDER APPROACH
Cost: 1m, 1wp | Type: Supplemental
Keywords: None | Duration: Instant
Effect: Used when rolling join battle, Gitta (or other mounts) gains an imitative track equal to 41-22's - the mount can move and attack without taking up 41's actions.

EVOCATIONS​

LINE OF OBLITERATION SHAFT
Cost: 2m, 2ini | Type: Reflexive
Keywords: Withering-Only, Perilous | Duration: Instant
Effect: Due to the peerless efficaciously of the Lens Lance at battering large masses of men in formation, any withering damage inflicted on a Battle Group increases the wielder's initiative as if they had attacked a worthy foe. This effect also reduces the Difficulty of the Unhorse and Disarm gambit by 1.​

GEAR​

The Lens Lance
Accuracy: 12 | Damage: 17 | Defense: 6 | Overwhelming: 5 | Attunement: 5​

Lethal: Does lethal damage when used with a decisive attack.
Melee: Uses the melee skill
Piercing: You may reduce your Defense by 1 and spend 1 Initiative to reduce enemy Soak by 4.
Reaching: Negates any mounted combat penalties when used on foot
Mounted: Can be used on horseback without penalty.
Two Handed: Requires 2 hands to be held. Provides +2 to clash attacks.
​

Laspistol
Accuracy (melee, short, medium, long, extreme): 4/10/8/6/4 | Damage: 11 | Overwhelming: 1​

Lethal: Does lethal damage
Archery: Uses the archery skill
Lasgun: Does +4 damage rather than adding your strength.
Mounted: Can be used mounted.
One Handed: Requires one hand to use.
Concealable: Can be easily concealed, requiring only a Diff 1 Larceny roll.
​

Flak Armor
Soak: 6 | Mobility: -1 | Hardness: 0
​

 

[pheonix89]

[X] Accept the Iyanden's offer of meeting at neutral ground

 

[Some_guy_161]

[X] Accept the Iyanden's offer of meeting at neutral ground

I worry they might drown us in wraithguards if we try a counter offer.

 

[King50000]

[X] Accept the Iyanden's offer of meeting at neutral ground

 

[Bohnenpflanzer]

[X] Counter offer: Meet in Crys' home nation - after all, you need to talk to them too, right?

 

[Draz]

Another fun update! Thanks DC!

[X] Accept the Iyanden's offer of meeting at neutral ground

 

[banelord]

[X] Accept the Iyanden's offer of meeting at neutral ground

With a mind that our entire reason for going into their ship is to see all of the interesting psychic technology along the way that we can pilfer get inspiration from.

 

[DragonCobolt]

Adhoc vote count started by DragonCobolt on Dec 1, 2024 at 9:33 PM, finished with 9 posts and 9 votes.

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  6 people have voted

  [X] Accept the Iyanden's offer of meeting at neutral ground

  • Mailstrome
  • pheonix89
  • Some_guy_161
  • King50000
  • Draz
  • banelord

  3 people have voted

  [X] Counter offer: Meet in Crys' home nation - after all, you need to talk to them too, right?

  • PeepTheSheep
  • samdamandias
  • Bohnenpflanzer

Huh! Didn't expect the vote to go this way...

[Clasat Tirpartie Assembly will Remember This[

 

[DragonCobolt]

You stepped forward, nervousness clear on your face. Which was why you were so very glad for your mask. You gave a curt little nod to the xenos, and said, as clearly as you could. "We will meet in neutral ground."

The xenos nodded back, with just as much jerky precision, then turned to go.

Crys frowned. "Now, do we follow?"

"I...don't know," you admitted.

***
​

Two weeks later, and the neutral ground was ready.

It had been an infuriating, frustrating, impossible length of time to wait -when so much mattered, when so many important things were about to happen. But the Eldar had simply responded to your requests for clarification with a bizarre response, more poem than diplomatic communication:

The time is not yet right, allow the flowers to bloom,
the moon to turn, the tide to come once more for the boughs.
Isha's repose will come, but first she and Lileath and Moragi-Heg
must dance.

Bothering Aurora for a translation had brought the somewhat prosaic response that the auspexes showed that the Eldar were not simply idle - they had launched several skiffs and bum-boats, the revelation of which had provoked chortles and laughter from Amberly and a reserved little smirk from Kit, before you had roundly educated them on the important position of bum-boats in naval activities, as asteroid and comet tenders. You might have been a corpsman and, thus, not officially ever on bum-boat duty, but you knew well enough that without water for drinking or reaction mass, no naval ship was ever going to get very much done.

Amerbly seemed little chastened, but at least Kit stopped smirking.

Those days you spent gnawing at the problem. New ideas were sparking in your brain, and Kit sometimes had to haul you bodily from your librarium sanctum and the machine shop. Those times...you...appreciated. You still had no idea how exactly you found something new to learn about his most intimate details every single time - not simply the sleekness and tautness of his body, new variations in his scent, his taste, his passions. You also learned, face buried against his hair and nose full of his clean, male smell, about new faceted of his youth, his adventures in the Cadians. How could a single life have so much about it?

When you asked, he had chuckled, then turned, and with fearsome tickles, forced you to start recounting stories. But the issue was that your tales were all so mundane and ordinary...save that they became spectacular, or ghoulish, or sad when they were heard by Kit. He shook his head and frowned intently. "Corpses, really?" He asked, as you had just told him about your earlier schola education and how they had often left bodies in the corridors or classrooms, for students to acclimate to their future lives in the trenches.

"V-Vat runoff, not real corpses," you had hastily corrected. "IT's to ensure you learn how to...when the battles...it's not that bad...you get used to it. A-And they don't even properly putrefy, the Magos BIologis spray them down with fixatives."

And still, Kit wanted to hear.

And still...you waited.

And at last, after two weeks, the missive came - a set of coordinates that were barely needed. The neutral ground was an asteroid, roughly a kilometer and a half wide, but most curious on the auspex. For one thing, it had been smoothed to a perfect orb, and for another, it had been polished along the exterior. Black and brown rock had been shone down to reflect light back as if it were a gemstone. Several Eldar craft hovered around it, and watched you intently as you flew towards it - your Thunderhawk joined by an even more curious construct. The two weeks had been time enough for Vengeful Crystalline Hawk to travel back into her strange home, which she called Autocthonia. She said she would be returning not with one ambassador, but with six.

It had...

The explanation had not exactly been clear. She had made strange references to machine organs, blight zones, and of two nation-states that had been terribly lost to some calamity or another. She had also made hay of how mighty and powerful her home, Clasat, was. And it proved at least somewhat capable at responding to imminent need, by launching a most absurd space vehicle.

For one thing, it was clearly humanoid in shape - nearly twenty meters tall and with huge thrusters built onto its ankles, shoulders and hips. It flew through space bearing a rectangular parcel in its hands, and as it came close to the orb, that parcel turned out to have an intricate clockwork and steam-powered seal-lock which clicked up against the curving white bone of the ELdar seal-lock rather like a xeno clasping hands with a human might.

Awkwardly.

You winced a little at the sight, while the Thunderhawk dove down and landed on the asteroid's side - and you winced again, harder, as the Thunderhawk's broad feet crunched and crushed into the mirror smooth side. But despite Amberly claiming that her strange powers over fate and time made void suits unnecessary, you and Kit and her walked onto the surface of the asteroid. The seal-lock opened for you as Brutus emerged from the Thunderhawk, striding after you with his hands clenching and unclenching. None of you had brought more than ceremonial weapons - his knife, and you a lance without an explosive tip. You felt naked without them, even as you stepped into the world...and felt a smooth transition from standing on the outside of the asteroid to standing within.

And...

Blinked.

You wanted, for a fleeting moment, to take your mask off. To boggle at the place surrounding you.

It was...

Impossible.

The interior of the asteroid had been hollowed and curved around, creating a perfectly spherical worldlette. But the Eldar had gone a step farther and plated it in gravi-plates, then, upon those plates laid down greenery. Grass and trees and brilliant flowers bloomed every way you looked, with a single small building made of elegant bone-white material built at the bottom of the bowl. Several people were walking towards it - most of them in leather jackets of familiar cut, looking around themselves in clear awe. Beyond them, you saw several more people...xenos. Clearly xenos.

You glanced at Kit and Amberly, both of them nodding and starting forward. Brutus took off his helmet, tucking it against his belt.

Coming close to the gathering knot of people, you steeled yourself. THe sacred texts and the sunday readings you had gone to every day of your life were quite emphatic in their condemnation of the alien - and they warned most of all about the beguiling and perfidious ones that mimicked the human form in some low, base way. Looking at the Eldar, you immediately noted their differences - their ears came to narrow points, their eyes were queerly large and they stood a bit taller than a human might. They were dressed in flamboyantly brilliant colors, a flock of reds, blues, golds, dark blacks, somber grays. Imagine if a human worse such puffery, such absurd excess of decorations. Approaching close, you looked at one of them - a tall, narrow faced...you supposed she was a woman. SHe had a braided plait of hair, unlike anything a human might wear, and looked down upon you with a curious expression on her inhuman face. You couldn't quite tell what it was.

Then she smiled, and spoke a musical tone, gesturing to Captain Brutus, who looked quite fine in his brilliant ultramarine armor, with golden and bronze and pure white highlights, crimson purity seals freshly applied, the scrollwork covered in the finest stencil-neat writing the scribes could manage, his ceremonial knife studded with the tiny gemstones as befitted him. He had even managed to find a blue-red trimmed cloak to throw over his power pack, to add more dignity to his three meter stature, as befitted an angel of death.

"I, um, don't speak your tongue, xenos," you said, quite politely, considering.

The woman cocked her head a bit, then you felt a curious fluttering feeling in your mind. Then in clearest Kadic Gothic, sounding precisely like someone decanted from your very birthing creche, she said: "Parlez vous francais?"

You jerked back, almost stumbling into Kit. "What...the...don't get out of my head!" You exclaimed, while Kit growled.

"Forgive me, most honorable Warpsmith," the woman said, her accent still impeccable as she bowed her head to you with a mocking attitude - it was as if the very tilt of her head was pure condescension. "I know that our humble meeting place does not befit such of your stature, Walker Free of Ways, but I hope you can look past our poor and inhospitable showing."

"What took you so long?" Kit asked.

"So long?" the eldar asked, her voice still mocking. "The tygre asks, why we took so long? We cast aside all ceremony, in pel mel haste, as Kurnous did upon the Hunt of the One Horned Stag." She cocked her head the other way, and pursed her lips - as if she could have been sincere. "Would you prefer that we skip even the greening, the placement of the gravity, the shaping of stone? To meet in suits upon cold void? Would that be any way to greet the Foolish Architect, reborn?"

You bristled. "Foolish!?" you asked, stepping forward.

A male Eldar spoke in their tongue, his voice musical, high, falling, sweeping around again. The ELdar in the company looked at the female that had been conversing with you - the witch that had ripped your language from your head. To your surprise, a loud clicking and chittering sound rang out from one of the Autocthonians...and you took a second look. Beneath the robes and the simple turban, his skin was not merely sallow. It was actually gold. Dull gold, yes, but gold none the less. And from his lips came purest Low Gothic, and Eldar, both tongues woven one over the other, so each might understand.

"Do let us choose not to quarrel on such an auspicious day," he said, his voice warm and soothing. "I am the GSA Unblinking Devotion to Orthodoxy, and I believe that I can serve as mediator between such...estranged peoples."

An Eldar hissed quietly, stepping away from the golden Champion.

"I ask," the eldar woman said, her voice tight, speaking in Low Gothic once more. "Does this creature of unfeeling flesh and clay wish to be seen as mortal? As god? Name yourself, entity."

"I am a Champion - and I see myself as neither. It is my place to serve mortal man, not to lead them," Unblinking Devotion to Orthodoxy said, gently.

"As is mine," Brutus said, sounding honestly a little impressed to hear such an Ultramarine like sentiment from such a strange being. Unblinking Devotion to Orthodoxy - Devi, you supposed, for short - gave him a warm nod in return.

You tensed, then breathed in. If Brutus could be so kind to the xenos, you supposed...you could too as well. You nodded. "I am 41-22. This is Kit, Amberly." You gestured. "And this is Captain Brutus, of the Ultramarines."

"We know of the Butcher," a male Eldar said, voice soft. You bristled, but the female Eldar you had been speaking with held up her hand.

"Yarlan misspoke, for he yet does not have mastery over your tongue, which so often leads itself to a need for further elaboration. Captain Brutus has faced our warriors before in battle, yes, but ere honorably, showing quarter when quarter were offered, or when greater foe revealed itself. No, the Butcher refers to the Unending Maw, the Everstairing Eye, the...the..." She frowned.

"Tyrannids," Brutus said, nodding.

The male eldar inclined his head. "Quite so. Butcher."

His eyes flashed, and you practically felt the distinction between butcher and butcher. From the tightening of the lips on the female Eldar, you had a feeling had had felt it too. Brutus simply let it cascade off his shoulders, like water.

"Is that lunch?"

The voice was from one of the other humans from Autocthonia. He was pointing at the white building that the ELdar stood before - and, yes, there were tables arranged out in the greenery. You felt a shiver running along your spine - he sounded as if he was speaking Lower Gothic. Did the female Eldar look more focused? Whatever she was doing...

---
Gonna be honest, there's no way you are learning anything BUT craft charms, so, I just took the choice from your hands and spent the downtime and XP on Occult skills and Craft Charms.

How do you react?
[ ] Try and resist the witchery
[ ] Allow it...for now
[ ] Write In

What do you do to begin the diplomacy?
[ ] Wait and see what everyone else has to say first
[ ] Immediately lay out the plan to fix Oribashi - crafting diagrams as need be to communicate the point
[ ] Write IN

Health: Fine
Anima: Dim
Willpower: 5/5
Personal Motes: 13/13 | Peripheral Motes: 28/28 (Committed Motes: 5)
Limit: 1/10 (Trigger: Being stymied by indulges around her)
XP: 0 | Solar XP: 2
Major Projects: 0/5
SXP: 8 | GXP: 35 | WXP: 11

 

[samdamandias]

and of two nation-states that had been terribly lost to some calamity or another.

Click to shrink...

Claslat and Gulak are okay, Hadal probably doesn't exist. Most likely lost Jarish and Nurad.

I hope Kamak is around, the Kamaki envoy is probably the only one who would understand what it means for 41-22 and Kit to be married. (Or understand 41's desire for privacy, even populat in Kamak have two to a room, eight to a dwelling)

[X] Try and resist the witchery
[X] Wait and see what everyone else has to say first

 

[Walker]

[X] Allow it...for now
[X] Immediately lay out the plan to fix Oribashi - crafting diagrams as need be to communicate the point

 

[Some_guy_161]

[X] Allow it...for now
[X] Wait and see what everyone else has to say first

I get the feeling that trying to resist it would end up being some obscure Eldar faux pas.

 

[Wardragon]

[X] Allow it...for now
[X] Immediately lay out the plan to fix Oribashi - crafting diagrams as need be to communicate the point

 

[Legionman]

[X] Allow it...for now
[X] Immediately lay out the plan to fix Oribashi - crafting diagrams as need be to communicate the point

 

[Vaalintine]

Gonna be honest, there's no way you are learning anything BUT craft charms, so, I just took the choice from your hands and spent the downtime and XP on Occult skills and Craft Charms.

Click to shrink...

That's fair, though we're probably going to want to dip outside of the Twilight Charms to get Integrity Protection Prana & Ghost Eating Technique. Perfect Shaping Defense and Perma-Death infliction are just too useful to not get imo.

[X] Warn the Xeno such actions would normally warrant a violent response
[X] Immediately lay out the plan to fix Oribashi - crafting diagrams as need be to communicate the point

 

[DragonParadox]

[X] Allow it...for now
[X] Immediately lay out the plan to fix Oribashi - crafting diagrams as need be to communicate the point

 

[Mailstrome]

[X] Allow it...for now

[X] Wait and see what everyone else has to say first

The eldar seem to be utterly focused on what's right in the same way that 41-22 would be when seeing an opportunity to create. There's something here to understand and we should be patient in our understanding.

 

[Mailstrome]

That's fair, though we're probably going to want to dip outside of the Twilight Charms to get Integrity Protection Prana & Ghost Eating Technique. Perfect Shaping Defense and Perma-Death infliction are just too useful to not get imo.

Click to shrink...

Easily, just not quite this second.

 

[Edin]

[X] Allow it...for now

[X] Wait and see what everyone else has to say first

 

[PeepTheSheep]

[X] Allow it...for now
[X] Immediately lay out the plan to fix Oribashi - crafting diagrams as need be to communicate the point

 

[pheonix89]

[X] Allow it...for now
[X] Wait and see what everyone else has to say first

 

[F0lkL0re]

[X] Warn the Xeno such actions would normally warrant a violent response
[X] Immediately lay out the plan to fix Oribashi - crafting diagrams as need be to communicate the point

 

[Draz]

[X] Allow it...for now
[X] Wait and see what everyone else has to say first

The eldar have been very chill, made us a cool asteroid to meet in and we want to ask them for a favour. We can be chill about their psychic powers. Probably they're just translating for us or something.

 

[DragonCobolt]

Adhoc vote count started by DragonCobolt on Dec 3, 2024 at 1:28 PM, finished with 14 posts and 13 votes.

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  10 people have voted

  [X] Allow it...for now

  • Walker
  • Wardragon
  • Legionman
  • DragonParadox
  • PeepTheSheep
  • Some_guy_161
  • Mailstrome
  • Edin
  • pheonix89
  • Draz

  7 people have voted

  [X] Immediately lay out the plan to fix Oribashi - crafting diagrams as need be to communicate the point

  • Walker
  • Wardragon
  • Legionman
  • DragonParadox
  • PeepTheSheep
  • Vaalintine
  • F0lkL0re

  6 people have voted

  [X] Wait and see what everyone else has to say first

  • samdamandias
  • Some_guy_161
  • Mailstrome
  • Edin
  • pheonix89
  • Draz

  2 people have voted

  [X] Warn the Xeno such actions would normally warrant a violent response

  • Vaalintine
  • F0lkL0re

  1 people have voted

  [X] Try and resist the witchery

  • samdamandias

ah yes, you see the secret, the secret is to always craft, all the time

 

[ThatGazzer]

ah yes, you see the secret, the secret is to always craft, all the time

Click to shrink...

41: "That's my secret Captain, I'm always crafting." *TRIUMPHANT MARVEL CINEMATIC HORNS*

 

[DragonCobolt]

You allowed the witchery to take place - after all...the Eldar were speaking Gothic to you, so, maybe the witchery had something to do with it? You walked with the group towards the tables and you saw that each was elegantly built and sculpted from the same pale white bone as the building. There were seats enough for everyone and, you noticed, two extra large seats. One was taken by Burtus, who shifted into it with some concern, while the other was offered to Kit, by a slender Eldar male.

The Eldar seemed quite amused by Kit's expression.

"We believed that one who hunts like Quena would prefer to express themselves, rather than being so constrained by the requirements of former service to the Broken and Unbroken," he said, cocking his head. Kit pursed his lips slightly, then crossed his arms over his chest. He considered the massive seat, while you bridled. Did the Eldar expect him to show off his transformation powers? As you glowered, you barely noticed the talkative Eldar woman stepping to your side.

"I can have the offending grotesquery altered, for your tastes?" she asked, hesitantly. You snapped your head around to look at her - forgetting that they were all so much taller than you and ending up with your glare narrowed at a small ruby red gemstone set on her chest. She looked down at you with an increasingly piteous look, adding: "Being wed sun to moon, you would have the right of special...ah...restrictions, yes?"

You didn't like this conversation one bit. Everything felt as if it were not quite about what was being said, and every word was frighted with more meaning than was on the surface. It was like walking through mud while outside of the trenches, without a bayonet, a parachute flare hissing overhead. You squared your shoulders.

"I need metal," you said, thinking intently.

Kit sat in the throne and, with a rippling of silver, transformed into his fusion of tygre and man - massive, as broad as Brutus in his power armor, and looking quite regal. Amberly took her seat with a harrumph, dangling her cap on the curved point of the back of the chair. She slouched, glowering at the Eldar across the table, while the Autocthonians arrayed themselves in seats, Devi making sure to shift one who was dressed in a dark black great-coat far from a woman in a bright red toga.

"As Vaul so wished, chained as he was," the female eldar said, proffering to you a simple sphere of steel, roughly the size of your palm. You blinked, taking it.

"Why...did you have this in your pocket?" you asked.

"Does not the sea-fairer long, some day, for the steadiness of land? I have such in my pocket, as is the right of a Bonesinger," she said, her voice amused. You scowled behind your mask. Can't these Eldar ever say anything that made sense?

"Now, I believe-" Devi started.

You stepped up to the side of the table, then clenched your gloved hand. Molten metal spurted between your fingers as the Autocthonians gasped in shock and the Eldar watched with catlike intensity. The metal flowed and you caught it with your other hand, threading it out into fine lines, which you tossed, caught, and fixed together, then slammed it down - having created in a flash a framework of metal to suspend a piece of parchment. You plucked grass from the ground, weaving it with a blurring of your hands, into a serviceable piece of parchment, then picked up one of the quills that the table had already been provided. Finding no ink you, set the quill back down and pulled out your Kreiger Infantryman's Portable Communication Transcription Device, uncapped it with a soft prayer, then started to scrawl onto the parchment.

Once done, you turned to the table, then thrust.

"Oberashi!" you said.

"Oberashti," one of the Autocthonians interjected.

"As you can see," you said, cheeks burning. "Oberashti has been struck with what can only be described as a theocorruptive virus, a hex-code designed to inoculate him with a kind of biomorphic virus - what I believe you Autocthonians call gremlinization, but we Imperials may instead refer to as tek-heresy. Currently, the condition has been stopped, but this creature cannot be cured...unless and until we successfully repair the inner working of his body. While he's apparently biological, that's actually a deception - my quick glance inside his brain made it clear that it was primarily made of components one could call gears, clockwork...engines, machines..."

"Much of the Great Maker is so," the red robed woman said, her voice soft. "Who are you?"

"She is the reborn star," a male Eldar said, sounding tolerably amused. "Who, like last time, will surely burn us all again."

The Bonesinger - the one who had given you the metal - though was looking at the diagram with curious intensity. Quietly, she said: "Do you seek to merely hide the blade, or will you stand before Khaine on the blood soaked fields?"

You looked at her, in complete confusion.

"...no, we're going to fix him," you said, pointing at the diagrams you had drawn.

"Surgeon, is this possible?" the red robed woman asked, turning to one of her comrades, who was rubbing his brow, looking pained. You noticed he had a ...strange gemstone affixed to his forehead.

"She's speaking of technosorcery that would require the greatest efforts of the Maker himself, not merely mortals," he said, sounding pained. "But if we were to have such pussiance, it would be possible. But, like, it is to say that if we could but fix the machiney of the Maker, we could cure the Blight, and it has been clear that even Project Razor has only slowed it down."

"Well, you have one," you said.

Everyone looked at you. Kit was grinning slightly.

"What?" The black coated man asked.

You blushed, realizing that admitting what you were would-

"Did you not see her? Hand dripping with steel, unchained, she is next to Vaul, reborn - in a mon'keigh's clumsy and pathetic imitation, yes, but still," the Bonesinger said, her voice actually growing excited, even as she insulted you to your face. "And maybe, see, her tongue is stilled. Did ere our Farseers or sleeping Ancients say that his tongue ever stilled in the face of a ground to speak of his glory and majesty?"

"No, it's true..." one of the Eldar said.

"...wait!" you exclaimed.

The black clad man slammed his palm down. "This is arrogant blasphemy!" he said, springing to his feet. "The militat will not stand for some tunnel rat chitless outsider to even think of touching Oberasthi, let alone the Maker!"

"You forget yourself, Estasian!" the red robed woman sprang up, despite Devi's hand lifted to slow her.

"You forget who polices your streets!" The black clad man shouted, pointing at her.

"Oh you gear-jammed-"

One of the Eldar was rubbing his temple and you swore he was muttering under his breath: "Mon'keigh."

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What do you do?

[ ] ignore the absurd sectarian infighting of the heathens and ask the Bonesinger if she really just called the Emperor a bragging blowhard
[ ] Focus on continuing your brief - after all, you hadn't gotten to the 51 gigatons of orichalcium you need.
[ ] Demand the Estasians to shut up - if they want the Omnisiah to die, they can let them. (Thus, probably triggering a massive religious argument)
[ ] Write In

Spoiler: Rolls!?!!!!???

Using your flat crafting rather than Arete Shifting Prana and Craftsman Need No Tools, rolling 7d+2s, and you get 7s, which is more than enough to trigger the special effects, giving you 12 SXP and 1 GXP, +1 SXP from rolling a 10!

41 then launches into her explanation, rolling Cha+Per to persuade the group. Now, there are lots of people with major or defining intimacies in the Great Maker, which will work, but a few people don't have that - so, it will automatically fail. The resolve is 3 for the friendly delegates, 1 for the Bonesinger, 6 for the Estasian delegate, and 4 for the rest of the Eldar!

So, the average resolve is 2, so you roll...1d, +3d for apperance, +2d for stunt, for a total of 6d+2s!

You roll 6s!

The Estasian is uneffected, the average eldar is uneffected, but the friendly delegates and the bonesinger are swayed thanks to their combination of you succeeding + intimacies.

Health: Fine
Anima: Dim
Willpower: 5/5
Personal Motes: 13/13 | Peripheral Motes: 28/28 (Committed Motes: 5)
Limit: 1/10 (Trigger: Being stymied by indulges around her)
XP: 0 | Solar XP: 2
Major Projects: 0/5
SXP: 21 | GXP: 36 | WXP: 11