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There was no going back now. In front of you stood your birthplace, still, you weren’t really born, but created and thus to you it felt now more like a hellish and cold place rather than home. An incoming vox-message started blasting across the speakers of the Command Bridge.

“Unidentified Frigate, you bear the Mark of the Mechanicus. Your arrival was not scheduled, identify yourself in less than a minute or we will open fire.”

You walked towards the microphonii and cleared your throat.

“We are the Lux in Tenebris, an exploratory vessel at the service of the Omnissiah that wants to go home. I, Heracor Nahive, have returned…”

There were some tense minutes of silence and afterwards you were given a greenlight. Several astro-wisps, small satellites that can glow like a small sun thanks to a micro-plasma battery, started to illuminate and created a way to advance towards the Space Dock that was on the upper levels of the Core Needle, the chimney that bisected the entire planet.

As the ship got closer you reached to see more of the Core Needle, the massive gargantuan chimney that traversed deep into the nucleus of the planet and that was so high that it ended out of the atmosphere. Resembling somewhat a mushroom its top got suddenly way wider, the chimney was a multipurpose creation and on top it had a massive turbine engine that helped sucking the toxic gases and was attached to it a Space Station that also worked as spaceship Dock. This station worked hard on maintaining the Turbines and Docks and on top of that they were the responsible of making the Space Elevator that connected them with the planet below

>>43608094

That place was available for everybody, be it part of the Mechanicus or not, yet it had a great fare of thrones to be used. Any merchant that wanted to dock their ship and use the Elevator to safely descend its goods would have to pay an extortionate price; the other option was to use orbital transports to disembark their wares, a process that was way slower and risky.

Your ship docked next to several other ones, who were either incredibly big or surprisingly small in comparison. They were of several origins; Pilgrims, Explorator ships, Merchant fleets, Navy ships and even a couple of Rogue Trader vessels.

When the docking had been correct and finished we all accessed inside and found a hub that was highly industrial and advanced yet quite didn’t looked like it pertained to the Machine Cult. There were thousands of shops, entertainment lounges and even several prostitutes, some of which were highly augmented. Even if that Station was part of the Mechanicus it was mostly visited by people from outside of the Cult and thus it had been adapted for their crude tastes. Your men were pretty excited, this was an opportunity for them to see new and exciting technology and learn many new things, you were pretty sure that now that they were all trained there would be more than one fight between them and some drunktard crewsman from another vessel, you weren’t completely worried about it thought, your people were well trained and had all the probabilities on their side.

Shortly after entering you were received by a small group of Techpriests that wore Ivory robes whose decorations and access were in a mix of Midnight blue and Cardinal colors. The leader was a man that was covered in thin golden cables that reached deep into its neck and went all the way into a strange crystalline canister on its back that was filled with a purple looking substance.

>>43608116

“I welcome to you all to our humble Space Station, the “Sigarum Pharus”. We have been expecting your return for years but just when it came, we weren’t able to perceive it, I hope you can forgive us oh great Luminangelus. You and your men are free to stay here as long as you wish and will have free access to any to its Librariums, Forges, Chapels and the…the many business that have installed in there. The people of Telematha have also been informed of your come and are eagerly awaiting your descent. Ave Luminangelus, Ave Omnissiah.”

>Ask him about the religion that has formed around your persona. Your men were followers and believed that you were chosen of the Omnissiah, but this people seem to consider you some kind of saint or demigod.
>Explore around for some hours. See what you can do.
>Descend with all your men to Telematha. They might be useful if it all develops into a total war.
>Your men have been training hard during this month of journey. Let them take a small vacation by letting them bask in this Station and its many entertainments.
>Write in.

>>43608129

>Ask him about the religion that has formed around your persona. Your men were followers and believed that you were chosen of the Omnissiah, but this people seem to consider you some kind of saint or demigod.
>Explore around for some hours. See what you can do.

>>43608153
This

Writing now. How are you guys doing?

>>43608129
>Ask him about the religion that has formed around your persona. Your men were followers and believed that you were chosen of the Omnissiah, but this people seem to consider you some kind of saint or demigod.

“Many people has called me the Luminangelus, some believe I am even a chosen of the Omnissiah. Do you too?”

The group of techpriests that appeared to receive you seemed to become flustered for a second and their movements turned shaky and nervous.

“Y-yes of course I do. We do!”

“Answer me, tell me all about my religion, let me test your faith.”

Even if its bionics and apathy had turned those techpriests into apathetic persons they were now experiencing a fear that they didn’t knew that could exists. On their spine their nervousness had turned into panic and thus from their grilled vox casters little more than stuttering whispers managed to form.

“One Thursday, when we were celebrating Martis Day, suddenly all the pict-screens of all across the planet started catching and modulating a strange signal, at first it reflected like white noise on the screens but then images started to appear, images that slowly gained definition until they became as clear as the water of the Everflow river.”

“You appeared in there!” Said another Techpriest, it seemed to be the youngest one and also by far, the most excited one. “All covered in holy lights and ascended by the Omnissiah into a more pure form that mixed organics and mechanics and was all fixed by a veil of electricity that illuminated the pathway for the Bolters and Hellguns of the Astartes and Scions that aided you and was able to purge the unholy mutants that dared to deviate from the true path.”

“The Arch-Magii coven decided to ask the Cyber-Allatollah of the sector about what it could mean and why was it transmitted. It’s answer took three long years but when it spoke it changed everything.”

>>43608452
A really faithful looking woman stepped by and spoke what the Cyber-Allatolah said, surely she had those words deeply ingrained in her brain.
“This warrior has been touched by the holy luminen spark of the Omnissiah due to his radiating faith in the Machine Cult. He has broken the human boundaries by not only giving his flesh for more pure bionics, but also giving his soul. He is the Luminangelus and will someday return to this, his world, for his soul is like an electric circuit, and he has to return to where he originated. Ave Omnissiah.”

“And he was right. You have finally returned! The cult and praise of your persona spawned there and turned this humble forge into a place of pilgrimage. Your belief is slowly reaching other nearby systems too.”

It was true, most of the people that were now your army and crew were with you because they believed you were the Luminangelus, their belief didn’t seemed to be so deep as what they had. Your men thought that you were a hero, but human nevertheless, the Telemathans seemed to have zealotry on their veins and believed you to be truly touched by the Omnissiah…

>Explore around for some hours. See what you can do.
“This world has changed a lot indeed. It seems to have expanded just like I expand my wings.”

You did a small show and moved your back wings briefly. One of the techpriests fainted from pure excitation.

“What could I do in there? After so many years of adventures I just want to rest for a while and return to my origins.”

>>43608469
“W-well!” Answered another techpriests, a deeply blushing young man that seemed to have several bionics all across his body except on his face. “There are several ludicrous activities in there…they are mostly of a very crude nature, those merchants, mercenaries and guardsmen will never understand what true diversion is! They can only have fun by drinking, smoking, eating or fornicating, all acts that can hinder your mental capabilities, truly outrageous!”

You looked around and saw several low class pubs, a Grox Burger, an alley that ended in a Red Light District and even a Karaoke Bar, whatever in the warp that was. Maybe you could spend some time and some money in there; you have saved some good cash over the last years after all.

>Go to see weapons and armor.
>Go to some pub, take your generals with them and drink some of it.
>Try to find some brawl. Show your men and your world a show of dominance.
>Try to see if there is a Black Market of some sort.
>Write in.

>>43608483
>Go to see weapons and armor.
Inspect the goods as always. I highly doubt that we'll find anything worth keeping, but it's the kinda thing I think Heracor would reflexively do by this stage

>>43608483
>Go to see weapons and armor.
Hi Ax, what's up?

>>43608483
>Go to see weapons and armor.

With a humble goodbye you moved away from that group and asked them to wait until you were ready to descend. Honestly you knew how high they thought of you and that acting tough would make them shiver in fear and achieve you objectives more easily, but the rest of the time you honestly didn't knew how to act with them, you didn't felt like a demigod or anything similar and thus only an awkward feeling invaded you when in those situations. Not wanting to spend more time with them you said goodbye and moved along with the rest of your men towards the Market.

As the crowd grow bigger so did the background noise and the chatter of thousands of voices who were trying to sell and buy goods all around you. At the end you looked around and saw more unknown faces than the crimson and golden hoods of your Skitarii and Techpriests. Not having any other chance you ended choosing to use a radio vox-channel and sending to all your men.

"You all are free to see and buy all the goods that you wish. Being disciples of the Omnissiah also means to find and dig holy technology that those merchant might not truly recognize...On the other side, waste all your money and resources on useless junk or maybe get in any problem and you will have to expect a great reprimand from me. Go forth my men. I will contact you all when the time comes."

You should focus on one category to look for, you cannot spend all day up there after all.

++Choose one category++
>Armor
>Ranged Weapons
>Melee Weapons
>Medicines and Drugs
>Vehicles
>Familiars ( Servoskulls and such )
>Tools
>Clothing
>Write in.

Ten minutes to vote, when the winner is chosen you all will have to roll 1d100 to see how his search goes.

>>43608659
>Hi Ax, what's up?

I'm somewhat mad because I had a class project with a teammate and the fucker doesn't plans to do jack shit, leaving with me to do all. Fuck that guy.

>>43608745
>Familiars ( Servoskulls and such )
>>43608766
That's really shitty. Can you go to your professor about it?

>>43608745
>Familiars ( Servoskulls and such )
>Tools

>>43608745
>Clothing
Vaguely curious as to what we'll find if we score highly

>>43608863
Invisibility cloak that only covers half of Heracor's huge body.

>>43608799
>Can you go to your professor about it?

It's not so easy. Its a migrant student from Argel that speaks french and barely knows any Spanish ( The language of my country ). He understands and can write it but he barely speaks at all and he doesn't cares much about class because honestly I think he feels pretty alienated.

We have to make a oral video presentation and I have sent him the text he has to speak several hours ago, I know that he has seen and read the message, but still he doesn't seems willing to do his part.

Fuck him, I'm not gonna let his lazy ass drag me to a bad grade. I'll record it all and tell the teachers. I don't think I'm a bad classmate or a snatcher or anything. I just want to get good grades y'know?

>>43608893
I was thinking more along the lines of a really fashionable pair of trousers or something

>>43608905
I've had useless team members before and it's really frustrating. I mentioned it to one of the staff, but their response was that I should make sure he's got something he can, teaching him where necessary and so on.

Not really something I had any interest in doing,

Rolled 80 (1d100)

Ok. Winning vote is Familiars. Everybody roll a 1d100. I'll roll too.

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>43608952

>>43608952

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>43608952
>>43608966
Oops. Capital D in dice doesn't work

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>43608952
Aww... Muh fancy pants

We have so far 80, 63 and 40. I need one last roll

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>43609011

>>43609007
Alright, higest roll is 80. Do you guys want something that suits his theme? What about a winged servoskull that can match his speed, a psyber eagle or even an antigrav cyber mastiff. Here are the options that I offer:

>Haemoncolyte:
Haemoncolytes are a type of Familiar created by members of the Adeptus Mechanicus.
They are vat-grown creations from a Techpriest's own flesh and blood, typically designed to absorb any tumours of poisons generated by the Techpriest, effectively cleansing their bodies and allowing them to live longer. The imperfections are passed on to the Haemoncolyte through an umbilical connection.
Haemoncolytes rapidly age as they become covered in liver spots and lumpen growths taken from their Techpriest counterpart.

>Servo-skull
Servo-skulls are drone-like devices fashioned from human skulls - often those of pious Imperial servants, low-ranking tech-adepts, or loyal adepts of the Adeptus Terra - and then given a rudimentary Machine spirit, support systems, and anti-gravity engine to allow them to hover and drift bodiless through the air.Presumably this chance to continue their work even after death is a great honour in the Imperium.
>This servoskull has several wings on its back and can fly at stagering speeds. It can also be equipped with a low level, low potency weapon like a pistol.
(1/2)

>>43609150

>Cyber-Mastiff
Cyber-Mastiffs are mechanical creatures that resemble a metal hound, who are guided by the brain and nervous system of a hunting creature after such components have been integrated by members of the Adeptus Mechanicus. It is not uncommon to see purely biological canines who have received some form of cybernetic upgrades.Cyber-Mastiffs are usually deployed under the control of Adeptus Arbites Patrol and Enforcer units for hunting down their prey and to catch criminal fugitives who attempt to escape.
>This Cyber-Mastiff has several thrusters on its legs and can thus hover and fly at a great speed.

>Psyber Eagle
Psyber-Eagles are mechanical birds which serve as the aids to Inquisitors, agents of the Officio Assassinorum, and other agents of the Imperium.
>This particular Psyber-Eagle has four wings instead of two.

My bad, forgot to say. You have to chose one or submit a write in.

>>43608745
>>Familiars ( Servoskulls and such )

Hey Ax

>>43609166
>>Psyber Eagle

>>43609166

>Psyber Eagle

>>43608745
>Familiar ( Psyber Eagle )

You were a freak even among your warriors, who are notewhorty for being highly bionic and thus you are even more freaky looking among all those regular nobodies whose minds cannot comprehend that only by mechanic augmentation one can truly become great. You pitied those normies, as some of your techpriests calls them.

Looking for something interesting you found an organic that was as freak as you were. It was a massive bald eagle with two heads and four magnificient wings that sadly was imprisoned in a rusty cage.

According to the merchant that wanted to get rid of such creature it was going to be a gift for a great inquisitor or even maybe an Astartes Librarian but some mistake in the gene splicing didn't only gave it two heads, but also another pair of wings. As they were about to sacrifice the creature it managed to attack its creators and flew onto the surface of Telematha, it somehow managed to survive in such dry and hostile environment and developed an incredible keen sense that let it see rodents and the few lifeforms that manage to thrive on those badlands. It has been several years since its creation happened and since its creators don't seem to be hunting it back anymore it seems that they either died to the injuries that the bird inflicted upon them or maybe they were executed due to their mistakes and failures.

"Whatever the truth is, we will never know!" He ended saying to you. "As we will also never know how in the Emperor's name it managed to reach this Space Station! Maybe it entered one of the lifts but honestly, I like to think that this bird is special and that its own determination made it be able to fly off-planet!"

>>43609968

You kind of identified with the Eagle. You were also created twisted, either by a mistake or deliberately. That bird had attacked its creators and so were you going to do. On a whim you bought the bird, the merchant at first wanted you to pay a great price but after showing him your massive frame and telling him how powerful you were he ended admitting that he abhorred the creature and wanted to get rid of it. At the end and by sheer pity you gave him half of what he originally asked.

The creature seemed to consider you his natural companion. The moment you bought it you opened the cage and liberated it. The seller entered into a state of panic as he considered the creature to be completely vicious and wild but to his surprise it simply perched on your armoured arm and screeched with an unnatural voice that reeked of fury and justice, the same feelings that you wanted to unleash upon the responsible of your own creation.

It was way bigger than any regular eagle and its four wings made it look even bulkier. It was of a brown-red coloration and its head and chest were covered by snow white feathers. It had some copper and golden cables that ended in some eye bionics that had green lenses, its beaks were covered by some golden alloys and also seemed to have been sharpened to turn its bite into a deadly attack.

How will you name it?

>Write in.

>>43609987
Aquilax

>>43609987

Lux

>>43609987

"Thy name will be...Aquilax."

After you spoke your words the bird suddenly turned his head to you and for an instant its eyes, both organic and artificial shined with a great glowing light as it extended its four wings and screeched into the air. It had accepted its new name.

Shortly after that the same techpriests that had received you managed to find you among the rest of merchants, something that wasn't so hard noting how tall you were and how outstanding your silhoette was among all those people who seemed to be small in comparison. After they reached you they nervously started pestering with their issues.

"Holy sire, the people on the underground of Telematha are growing nervous and worried. They wish to know why you haven't descended yet. They have patiently awaited for years and now that you have finally returned each second without you feels like an eternity for them."

As if it could read your mind the Eagle noticed how annoying they were and screeched to them with the force of its great lungs and its two mouths. A few of them were so caught by the surprise that they even fell back from pure shock.

Even if you were considered a Saint or something similar you still had to obey orders, not the orders of those annoying techpriests but the ones that the Inquisition had issued for you. You had a mission to fulfill on the deep of that planet.

You had to descend, what would you do, take all your men, only some or go solo?

>Take all your men, it will be harder to infiltrate or anything similar but in case you are attacked you are to win with such force on your side.
>Take only your generals, let your men rest and have some fun in this ship.
>Go alone, this is your revenge, this is your mission.
>Write in.

>>43610459

>Take only your generals, let your men rest and have some fun in this ship.

A small party would be best for this, plus if they try to do something to the ship or prevent us from coming up the spire, our men can take care of it. Plus, we already told the generals out plan, and they all trust us.

Look I am so sorry and I feel really shitty. But this goddamm school project is taking most of my time right now.

I feel really bad for leaving you guys hanging down yesterday but I feel forced to do it once again. I am frustrated for this shit and I don't feel in the mood for running today.

I am so sorry. I'll try to run when I can but right now I am pretty stressed with all the school projects and exams.

30 minutes for questions or whatever.

>>43610724

Hey don't worry about it man, life has a tendency to get in the way a lot, always appreciate the effort.

Is the ending turning out as epic as you had hoped way back when we fled the planet?

>>43610775
Well, I still have planned to add loads of action and such. But its pretty obvious that the quest is declining in playerbase. I just hope that the few of you that still play it have fun

>>43610724

I'm curious how Chaos is going to fuck things up when we finally confront the Magus. We've already dealt with each of the 4 gods. Also, good luck with the tests and all.

>>43610859
But anon, we a monstruous looking man-thing with a switch that lets it hide its true identity as a horrific soulless being. Our body has been deliberately augmented in multiples occasions to further exchange our lethality, to the point in which only some muscles and few organs are all that we have left from our former self. On top of that we have a great array of weapons and we have shown the ability to turn into a psycher.

I would say there is a great chance at them calling us hereteks for what we have became.

>>43610859
Who said it'd be chaos? Given the tech based mind fuckery and the farseer referencing her race's old enemy. Necron a are more likely.

>>43610840

Eh their loss, this is an amazing quest and your writing does an excellent job of capturing both the overblowness of 40K and the crushing despair inherent to it. I'm still having a blast and I've been here since the beginning

>>43610840
I'd play more often, but you almost always run when I work. So I can only play on breaks.

>>43611079

Damn, you're almost making me feel guilty about playing this on my work computer. Almost.

(Hence why I bounce in and out of the thread and sometimes post late replies)

>>43611045
Stop messing with muh plot tweest. You got about 30% of it right, we will face something older than crons, can you guess what's their big plan?

>>43611122
C'tan and eating everyone's souls?

>>43611103
Guilt is not intended. WAs only an explanation of why. More power to ya man.

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Holy shit I have ended the project way sooner than I expected. Back to writing boyz, this isn't over yet.

>>43611207

Nah, more power to you man, just means I'm a shit employee but then he's a shit boss so I feel like it balances out

>>43610459
>Take only your generals, let your men rest and have some fun in this ship.

Let them have fun, let them get into fight and have sex. Let them get out of their doctrine for a second, they wanted adventures, let them have them. You like your warriors and find them to be a trustworthy force at your command, but still, they are little more than pawns and in this dangerous game only the strong pieces will endure and survive.

"Seems like you guys are having fun. You all have permission to stay on this Station during our stay, you can also descend but remember to be respectful, for the underground is Machine country, and you can't simply stay in there."

You said over the radio channels. Right after that you saw several of your people among the crowd and some others waiting for one of the thousands of elevators to descend.

"Wait for my closest warriors to congregate, I won't move from this point without them."

>>43611637

With a shiver they nodded and awaited patiently as you called them one by one to rendezvous with you. When they were all you were finally ready to leave. Even your closest warriors were human in their interior, they also had fallen to the urges of exploring and learning and a few of your generals now sported some new accessories or trinkets.

Once you were on the elevator you noticed that it wasn't completely rectangular, it was slightly curved to better accommodate the walls of the massive chimney, still, its diameter was so massive that the inclination of those walls was near imperceptible and you were able to see several frustrated merchants wondering why their ware boxes didn't perfectly fit against the walls. The Elevator had two walls made from pure crystal, one connected with the interior of the chimney and from it one could see the great spirals of ashes, toxic smog and acidic vapors as they ascended and left behind a trail of sparks and gaseous death, the opposite side of the wall communicated with the vacuum of the void and it was so empty and clean that the contrast that they both created was astonishing. It was also noteworthy to see that the lowest the elevator went the darker and more thick the smoke became on the interior of the pipe and the sky became clearer in the other as it was entering into the atmosphere and thus the daylight started to become appreciable.

>>43611647

Once the elevator reached the surface its doors opened and a wave of heat and dry blowing winds impacted us all. This was the stop for the merchants, they were forbidden from going deeper. After they all had left their goods outside the doors once again closed and the journey continued deeper. Those merchants would now rent some warehouse and store their goods in there, mostly resources like rare metals or other ores, during the following year they would live on the Space Station and descend only when a Magus contacts them to make a deal and get its resources. A hard and boring yet profitable life...

The descent continued for at least twenty minutes, when the door opened your group was once again impacted by a blowing wind, but this time the currents were humid and cold, they had been quenched from the contact with the many subterranean rivers and cavernous tunnels that compose the belly of the planet. It was also remarkable how full of machinery and people that place was in comparison with the surface, which was pretty much devoid of life.

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>>43611667

As soon as those people recognized you they exploded in a shower of cheers and other remarks. Several servoskulls and cherubs appeared seemingly from nowhere and started recording and singing chants dedicated to your persona.

Several Sydonian Dragoons mounted in Ironstriders appeared with their long Taser Lances and started using heavy force to move the mob away and open a way for you. They all ported the same color scheme as the techpriests in the Space Station; Ivory, Midnight Blue and Cardinal Red. After them came a group of four servitors that had some kind of throne attached to their spines, with each of them having one leg of the chair, when they were in front of you the two ones in the first row lied on the dirty floor while the other two in the back lied on their knees. They were inviting you to get on the throne.

>Play along and act as if you were a great holy figure.
>Try to play humble and walk with the lowly ranked techpriests. Act like a beneficent saint.
>Tell your men to stay low and fly instead, get as many intel as you can as you fly.
>Write in.

>>43611683
>Tell your men to stay low and fly instead, get as many intel as you can as you fly.

It's a good balance between not lording it over them using the throne but still playing the part of the saint, also pretty risk free chance for recon

>>43611683
>Tell your men to stay low and fly instead, get as many intel as you can as you fly.

>>43611683
>>Tell your men to stay low and fly instead, get as many intel as you can as you fly.

>>43611683

You open a private vox channel and tripe encrypt your followings words. In a planet full of people that understands technology as much as you do you cannot be never sure or safe enough.

"We are warriors, not artpieces to show around. Stay low and try to get as much info as you can about something designated the Benefactors. The Inquisition want's to know what or who they are. Ave Omnissiah."

After that you spread your six wings and feel how their mechanisms release and unlock to their full extension, a second later you were high above their heads, even higher than the tall Ironstrider vehicles. The caverns that formed the subterranean cities of Telematha were so deep and ample that there was no risk for you to accidentally hit the cavernous ceilings. Feeling free to fly you ascended and tried a couple of aerial tricks and pirhouettes, both to impress them but also to regain all the experience that you had lost these months.

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>>43612035
After the second looping and barrel roll you looked back and noticed that all your companions had already left. During the following hour you advanced across the forge city of Aquacadens. With each feet more and more people started appearing from the streets, since you were flying the need of the Ironstriders to keep them away from you was moot and they simply joined the parade. Under you the chant of Luminangelus repeated over and over. They were also saying something about you taking the most faithful ones on a journey towards a paradise planet for any member of the Machine Cult.

At the end you were guided by the Sydonian Dragons that simply pointed their Taser Lances to the general direction they wanted you to take. At the end you ended in a Massive Forge that was electrically shielded by a void bubble that zapped anyone fool enough to dare to get close. Then, all the peace and chants turned into violence and screams, they wanted to enter with you but their presence was forbidden, only you could cross the shield and enter in. In an instant the peaceful guides turned into murderers and started purging and hunting anyone who dared to get even close.

You were so close to your objective, it wasn't time to look back now. Without a remorse, you entered in an saw how an aperture formed in the bubble to let you in.

Aquacadens was a city full of natural and artificial cascades that powered several hydroelectric generators. The techpriests in there were unremarkable at most but they had been the ones who were selected to have the base of the Core Needle on their city, something that turned the city into a bigger hub but didn't changed how unremarkable it was. You weren't born in there, in fact it was the first time that you had visited it and thus you didn't knew what would await you on the other side, you touched the thin and comfy collar that the Grey Knight had given you and remembered that somewhere out there they were keeping an eye for you.

>>43612053

As you descended to the ground you started to walk towards the entrance and noticed that the door opened automatically. The place seemed to be empty, eerily empty. It was some sort of private state, it had its own chapel, its forges and several luxurious resorts but it was still empty. It wasn't until you reached a great hall in which several Magii with robes of different colors stood in front of a fireplace.

>They might already know that you are there as the door has opened automatically. Go and make your presence known.
>Try to spy what are they talking about.
>Know that you know where they are you can explore around.
>Write in.

>>43612064
>Know that you know where they are you can explore around.

>>43612064
>>They might already know that you are there as the door has opened automatically. Go and make your presence known

>>43612064
Correction:
>Now that you know where they are you can explore around

Sorry, getting sleepy in here.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

Yeah, sorry, too tired to write. I'll do a dice roll and choose how to continue based on it.

>>43612076
1

>>43612094
2

As usual 30 minutes for questions or whatever crosses your mind. I'll try to write more the next time wednesday.

>Archive
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=NHQ79

>>43612300
Thanks for running! I assume our arrival has spread planet wide already?

>>43612300
Thanks for running!

>>43612469
Well, nowadays with the Internet any new can reach the opposite side of the planet in mere seconds. So yeah, our arrival was well known the moment we identified ourselves once we entered the System.