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
​

 

[F0lkL0re]

I'll roll the second.

F0lkL0re threw 10 10-faced dice. Reason: Int+Occult Total: 59

 

[DragonCobolt]

oh so I have to actually "update" my quest??? what kind of hellish dystopia is this place

 

[DragonCobolt]

"It will be fine!" you said, then decided you would prove it. You stepped over to the Bonesinger and placed your hands behind your back. She was still drawing her finger along the smooth curve of her sword, her head cocked as she regarded the blade. You opened your mouth behind the resperator - but before you could ask anything, she looked up and transfixed you with an intense look.

"Your Earth, it has a moon, does it not?" she asked, her voice pointed. "Not two? One?"

"Of course!" you exclaimed. Every child across the Imperium had some variation of The Twelve Fables of Holy Terra, and you were able to bring forth this childhood learning to impress a xeno. You supposed it was in the general direction of what the schola was meant to teach, yes? "Earth's moon, Luna, is famous. Did you know across the galaxy, no other moon is as uniquely perfect."

"Is that so," Ilthandier said, her voice still holding that lilting amusement all Eldar seemed to affect at all times. She looked down at her sword and started to sharpen it again, humming quietly as her finger and her focus alike honed the blade.

"Yes it is!" you said, hotly. "Luna is placed, by the divine will of the God-Emperor himself, precisely far enough to produce the most auspicious and unlikely celestial movement - the holy Eclipse." You held up your thumb, as if to cover the sun. The books were quite clear on all this.

Ilithandier's musical laugh pealed off the wall. "You know all worlds have eclipse, yes?"

You scowled, then went to the wall. "No, like this!" You drew out your standard issue transcription device and scribbled out the diagram - shocked at how much you remembered from the book. "See! A total eclipse!"

Ilithandier cocked her head at the diagram. Then she sprang to her feet. "Truly!?"

"That wasn't in my copy of the Twelve Fab-" Amberly started, then, at your look, hastily said. "Yes, truly, it's...truly, truly. Luna is quite a moon, sacred. Holy, even."

"I have long wondered at mon'keigh pretense," Ilithandier said, looking at the diagram with an intense, almost avidoid focus. "Maybe there is something behind it."

You sat next to Ilithandier, then leaned against the wall, looking out the window out of the corner of your eye. The endless foundries continued to pass by. Quietly, you asked: "Have you seen anything like this?"

"There are dead paths of slain gods that I think harken to this," Ilithandier said, her voice soft. "Vaul, the smith."

"You referred to him about me," you said, cocking your head to get a better view out the window. Crys took a banking turn to avoid a massive pillar that looked a bit like a smokestack. Conveyors ran in and out of bricklike buildings that had to be the size of small mountains - and from them emerged cooling ingots carried on racks, which were conveyed off to more hammers and pistons. Whirring robotic arms were stabbing forth, and star-bright pinpricks of cutting and welding systems flared and flashed. Ilithandier smiled, wanly.

"Vaul, oh Vaul...born lame of leg and swift of mind, ugly and bent, he was mocked by the other gods...sickly, he was born dying. Of an immortal kind, he alone knew the fear of death, and so, he understood mortalkind best of all," she said, quietly. "He hid his face, often. In the old inscriptions, his back is to us, his head bowed, his hair long."

You fidgeted, uncomfortable with her words.

"There is a saying among the Drukari, the ones that you call Dark Eldar - when you see any difference at all - that pain reveals as much as it transforms." She turned, looking at you. "Vaul suffered, and it revealed a great genius, and a great kindness. Save, of course, when his spouse was involved." Her lips quirked up. "But that-"
"Is a tale for another time, yes, yes, I know, how many stories do you Eldar have?" you asked, angrily.

"Less than your kind," Ilithandier said. "I still haven't read every book on the Horus Heresy and I'm immortal."

"Why is every other word out of your mouth an insult?" you asked.

"To a wound, every caress is an agony," Ilithandier said.

"I'm not a wound!" you said, flaring angrily.

"And yet, you wear a mask, still," she said.

"She doesn't always," Kit said, cutting into the conversation with a casual interjection - something that made you freeze bodily. He turned in his chair and grinned warmly at you. "And it's not a mask, the way you and I think of masks. 41-22 doesn't hide her face from shame. Her mask is part of being Kreig - it's how she...expresses herself."

"Is that so," Ilithandier said, her eyes suddenly sparkling, brightening far more than it seemed possible considering the dim lights of the cabin and the shadowy realm you were flying through. Her teeth flashed just as brightly. "And in what situation, oh perfect moon, did you get to see her face?"

"That is a story for another day," Kit said, smiling slightly.

"For another day! Ever! never! Never! That is, a never day!" you said. "So, uh...do you think...this...automachinery out here is clearly producing ingots that, oh, look, we're just now flying over the next output array, and see...are..." You turned, cheeks burning and the rest of the room forgotten as you mashed your rebreather against the window, the panes of your eyeholes clacking against glass. "Emperor above, are those self sealing stembolts? Mass produced and, oh! There's flying machine spirits taking them off - this organ is actually providing material for the rest of the body...we're in a production facility! it's doing something."

"Of course it's doing something," Crys said, sounding offended.

"Something we can understand though," you said, taking out your tool and scribbling on the wall. You craned your head, grumbling, trying to see more clearly. With a little sigh, Ilithandier stood and then peered down with you.

"The converyors connect like so," she said, plucking your transcription device from your fingers - her fingers shockingly warm and hot to the touch, as if she burned with fever. She scribbled a few junctions you had been trying to make out. She handed the transcription device back, then smiled at you. "Does it illuminate the issue more for you?"

"Y-Yes..." You said. "There's inefficiencies down there."

"How can there be inefficiencies!?" Amberly exploded. "This is the Omnisiah, a manifestation of the Emperor himself."

Crys bit her lip. "Don't..." She turned back. "Don't tell anyone back home. We don't like to talk about it. But the Blight Zones? The Gremlins? They're...spreading. Growing. The orthodoxy is that they're products of voidbringer cults - that order and stability can be maintained and expanded against them, that we can fight back. But...I've seen some projections. Doc did them for the team, in a private meeting. The Great Maker is dying."

"Yes, the Emperor has been wounded, and he needs his sacrifice, but..." Amberly hesitated. "There's a difference between...there...the parts that work should work! The astronomicon doesn't blink or fail. It works! Because the Emperor is eternal."

"Eternal wounds for an eternal faith," Ilithandier said, her voice soft.

You started to pace through the room. "Well, obviously, we just have to fix him," she said.

Everyone looked at you.

You blinked behind your mask.

"...fix him?" Crys asked. "Fix the Great Maker?"

"Fix the Emperor himself?" Amberly asked, sounding just as offended.

"Well, I can't fix the Emperor," you said, thinking as you did so, the thoughts flowing through your brain. The realization ticked over in a single lurch, an obvious conclusion springing on you right out of the blue. It was so staggering that you stood there silently, working backwards. Your mind spooled backwards. Autocthon was dying. He was born dying, with a sickness in him - expressing itself in the tiniest little inefficiencies here, then building outwards. Fixing him was possible, you could just barely begin to see where to go. Because you were an Exalted. And then your mind came back to that thing you had refused to think about, all the way back on Cathexias II.

A chaos worshiping sorcerer had said...He was dead.

"41-22?" Kit asked, quietly.

"I..." you were silent for a while. "Crys. Uh. You said Alchemical Exalted, uh...I...how did they...happen?"

"Well, the Great Maker provided the schematics to them in sacred visions and dreams to the first Soldaties - he had designed them," Crys said.

"And you said, uh, you're Jade caste, what are the other castes?" you asked.

"Orichalicum, Moonsilver, Starmetal, Soulsteel, Jade and Adamant," Crys said. "Why?"

The glittering brightness of gold. In your mind your could see it flowing before you.

"Solar, Lunar..." you said, trembling. "Sidereal oh my you're a prototype." You started to pace around and around.

"You said you weren't the Emperor, but you were of him," Amberly said. "When you spoke to the heretic. That means the Emperor's still alive, he's just blessing us." She spoke with a kind of confidence that made you realize that you hadn't thought about this because it still felt like standing on the precipice again. Again, again, again. You'd come back here again a third time, if you pushed away. And back again. And again. Until you actually reckoned with it.

"...I think he was right," you whispered. "Thark-Thakunen."

Amberly's eyes narrowed to slits. "What?" she asked.

"Who?" Crys asked.

"I think the Emperor is dead," you whispered. "I can't fix him."

Crys was silent for a long moment. Amberly, though, simply shook her head. "Incorrect," she said. "I think you're letting your own concerns and worries run yourself ragged and allowing doubt to infiltrate your mind. Simply bulwark yourself against such things and reject it."

"Also-"

Whatever Kit was going to say smeared as your entire body locked into warm ice. Colors bled from the room and a smearing of patterns started to draw itself across your eyes. The sensation was hideously familiar. You strained and trembled - clenching your teeth and glowering at the image...of Asdrubael Vect as he flowed into your perceptions again. It felt like every neuron in your brain was on fire at once - and then there was a CLICK and you found yourself able to move. The rest of the cabin seemed perfectly still, caught in the transitory moment, and you and Vect were the only beings with color. You crossed your arms over your chest and glared daggers at him.

"How are you doing that!?" you snapped. You felt like the connection wasn't just easier and faster, it was...more...

Intuitive.

That was unsettling. Previously, you had needed to scream in your mind. Now, you felt as if you were present in the same room as he.

"It's a little tiny bit beyond a mayfly mon'keigh," Vect said, sneering at you. "But one thing I did not expect to be beyond you was to be so slow. How-"

"Direct neural stimulation of a quantum entangled pattern that matches some part of my brain's internal architecture, using direct interfacing," you said, throwing out the theory you had been batting around.

Vect frowned at you. "You know, no one is impressed when a canine can play regicide, yes?"

You stepped closer, glowering at him. "And we're not slow! We're on the way. WArp travel takes time-"

"And yet, my Hamunclai say that you are within the webway. I assumed you'd be at my door any second after that, and yet, here you are!" He looked around himself. "Have you gotten lost? Do I need to send a guide?" He sneered. "Or maybe I should destroy a planet or two to hurry you up?"

"We're getting there!" you said, snarling at him.

Vect narrowed his eyes - bloodless lips pursing. Then he started to smirk. "I'm curious where precisely in the webway you are, right now. It's confusing my poor Homunculi...maybe you could tell me that, rather than risk that I might destroy...say..." He sneered. "Scintilla? Necromunda? Oh, maybe poor dear Ilthar-Kalak."

You bristled at him.

---
What to offer Vect to buy time.

[ ] Tell him precisely where you are and let him chew on the fact his webway connects to the terrifyingly vast and dangerous Realm of Brass and Shadows. It'd be funny to see how many Eldar get themselves mangled here.
[ ] Start speculating on the communication system to annoy him
[ ] Refuse to communicate at all and try and get Kit or Amberly to break the connection, like they did last time
[ ] Try and get Ilithandier's help. She was an Eldar. She might be able to stick her Eldar nose in?
[ ] 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: 21 | GXP: 36 | WXP: 11

 

[Bohnenpflanzer]

[X] Start speculating on the communication system to annoy him

 

[zang269]

[X] Well how the hell are you supposed to know, you've barely been in the webway for a few hours! Humans haven't mapped this yet, and you're probably not doing it the way Eldar do either.

 

[bookwyrm]

[X] Try and get Ilithandier's help. She was an Eldar. She might be able to stick her Eldar nose in?

fight fire with fire baby

 

[PeepTheSheep]

[X] Start speculating on the communication system to annoy him

 

[samdamandias]

"I still haven't read every book on the Horus Heresy and I'm immortal."

Click to shrink...

View: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=rH8JNry1iAw

"Solar, Lunar..." you said, trembling. "Sidereal oh my you're a prototype." You started to pace around and around.

Click to shrink...

Orchialcum-> Solar
Moonsilver-> Lunar*
Starmetal-> Sidereal and arguably Getimian
Jade-> Deebs (who haven't shown up at all yet, there might be some running around the Octet and tunnel clans)

However it's when you get into Soulsteel and Adamant that there are questions- what was the Great Maker prototyping with Soulsteel?

*Lunars are weird. The story of Luna is that the Dragon Beyond the World shoved all his nightmares into a cage, and what emerged was Luna. You may note that Oramis is also responsible for the Getimians, if such things exist

[X] You know where you are, you just don't know where Vaul's internal organs are in relation to the rest of the webway.

 

[Some_guy_161]

[X] Tell him precisely where you are and let him chew on the fact his webway connects to the terrifyingly vast and dangerous Realm of Brass and Shadows. It'd be funny to see how many Eldar get themselves mangled here.

We should absolutely reconfigure the Realm of Brass & Shadow into an Eldar blender out of spite.

 

[Mailstrome]

[X] Try and get Ilithandier's help. She was an Eldar. She might be able to stick her Eldar nose in?

Of all of these dangerous choices (we're seeing the consequences of not running to Vect immediately I guess), this one is the most mystery-boxy.

 

[King50000]

[X] Start speculating on the communication system to annoy him

We should have gone to Commorragh.

 

[uju32]

VOTE
[X] Start speculating on the communication system to annoy him

[X] Try and get Ilithandier's help. She was an Eldar. She might be able to stick her Eldar nose in?


Any of the votes has to be a better option than informing the head of the Dark Eldar about the Realm of Brass and Shadows, where Gremlin Disease exists as an infectious disease that can jump species
Thats just asking for Bad Things

 

[Ultrackius]

Is auto dying or just big E? Since Primordials can't really die, that's how you get the abyssals and all, but I suppose considering the time maybe it could happen