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Isaac Helms, Garching, Germany
Isaac knew that possessing the city without the means to make use of it was rather pointless. Without power the amenities within would be useless, and while some structures might provide fortification against attack, the rest would go unused. A waste of resources. He had discussed with EVR on what the next course of action should be, and the AI revealed that the nearest power plant was a mere twenty minute ride by car from Munich. The town of Garching was also apparently home to many advanced institutes of science. In the confessor's own world whatever works had been planned or researched within those halls were moved or lost when much of Europe became inhospitable to human life. Now would be a chance to see them for himself, and perhaps gain a glimpse into the works of the people who had once owned this world. So, he went about the task of hot-wiring another vehicle and making the short trip to Garching.
The town itself was rather quaint, the more ancient of the architecture suffering from the ravages of time here and there, but still sturdy in their construction. The 'Nuclear Egg' as the plant was apparently known in its day, must have been quite important to the research held there, even the town's coat of arms depicted it. Eventually Isaac had wandered his way into what was apparently Hochschul- und Forschungszentrum, the center of all the research according to EVR.
Confessor, there are readings of a faint, unrecognized signal coming from the Max Planck Institute of Astrophysics. Suggest investigation.
Shrugging, Isaac followed the AI's directions to the research center and unsurprisingly much of what was within was without power or in disrepair after who knew how long. Eventually, he did come across a device of rather foreign design and he surmised (based on it being the only electronic device to have power) that it must have been the cause of the signal. The machine was an atypically designed terminal of some sort, the many dials, switches, charts, and other controls were utterly alien to the Confessor, he was no Sabetour or Engineer after all.
"EVR, if I were to have you interface with the device, could you determine it's purpose and methods of operation?" In Isaac's mind, surely something deserving of an independent power source was worth investigating thoroughly.
It would be possible. This technology, while foreign does not appear overly advanced in its construction.
With a nod, Isaac searched for any form of interface device on the console, finally succeeding after minutes of prodding and probing various other ports on the console. Following the EVR's instructions on linking the datapad with the specific port, soon the AI went silent and a chirping cascade of hard data began to stream down the device's screen.
Syncing. Downloading. Processing. Analyzing. This device acts as a relay between the stars, much like the blessed tower built by the Visitors. It appears to transcend beyond both space and time, opening the way to parallel realities outside our own.
"Is there any way we might contact the Brotherhood on our own Earth, in our own time?"
Possible? Yes. I will compare secure Nod signals with those received by the terminal. Searching.
while the AI went to work searching for their home, the confessor knelt upon the floor, his head lowered and hands clasped together. He prayed for deliverance unto his flock, for them to share in the bounty gifted to them by Kane, who in his wisdom must have foresaw this. Yes, this was the world for those who had not been chosen, where they would fight and build to prove themselves worthy to him. Isaac had been chosen to forgo their home in the stars for this purpose, to show them that redemption was still possible in the eyes of the Prophet. When EVR had finally finished its search, over an hour had passed, Isaac had fallen into a trance, and Tiberium fumes filled the room.
Contact made, secure channel requires identification to proceed.
Isaac stood and cleared his throat before speaking. "This is Grand Confessor Isaac Helms, commander of the Black Hand."
... Accepted. LEGION awaits your message. Welcome back, commander.
Isaac knew that possessing the city without the means to make use of it was rather pointless. Without power the amenities within would be useless, and while some structures might provide fortification against attack, the rest would go unused. A waste of resources. He had discussed with EVR on what the next course of action should be, and the AI revealed that the nearest power plant was a mere twenty minute ride by car from Munich. The town of Garching was also apparently home to many advanced institutes of science. In the confessor's own world whatever works had been planned or researched within those halls were moved or lost when much of Europe became inhospitable to human life. Now would be a chance to see them for himself, and perhaps gain a glimpse into the works of the people who had once owned this world. So, he went about the task of hot-wiring another vehicle and making the short trip to Garching.
The town itself was rather quaint, the more ancient of the architecture suffering from the ravages of time here and there, but still sturdy in their construction. The 'Nuclear Egg' as the plant was apparently known in its day, must have been quite important to the research held there, even the town's coat of arms depicted it. Eventually Isaac had wandered his way into what was apparently Hochschul- und Forschungszentrum, the center of all the research according to EVR.
Confessor, there are readings of a faint, unrecognized signal coming from the Max Planck Institute of Astrophysics. Suggest investigation.
Shrugging, Isaac followed the AI's directions to the research center and unsurprisingly much of what was within was without power or in disrepair after who knew how long. Eventually, he did come across a device of rather foreign design and he surmised (based on it being the only electronic device to have power) that it must have been the cause of the signal. The machine was an atypically designed terminal of some sort, the many dials, switches, charts, and other controls were utterly alien to the Confessor, he was no Sabetour or Engineer after all.
"EVR, if I were to have you interface with the device, could you determine it's purpose and methods of operation?" In Isaac's mind, surely something deserving of an independent power source was worth investigating thoroughly.
It would be possible. This technology, while foreign does not appear overly advanced in its construction.
With a nod, Isaac searched for any form of interface device on the console, finally succeeding after minutes of prodding and probing various other ports on the console. Following the EVR's instructions on linking the datapad with the specific port, soon the AI went silent and a chirping cascade of hard data began to stream down the device's screen.
Syncing. Downloading. Processing. Analyzing. This device acts as a relay between the stars, much like the blessed tower built by the Visitors. It appears to transcend beyond both space and time, opening the way to parallel realities outside our own.
"Is there any way we might contact the Brotherhood on our own Earth, in our own time?"
Possible? Yes. I will compare secure Nod signals with those received by the terminal. Searching.
while the AI went to work searching for their home, the confessor knelt upon the floor, his head lowered and hands clasped together. He prayed for deliverance unto his flock, for them to share in the bounty gifted to them by Kane, who in his wisdom must have foresaw this. Yes, this was the world for those who had not been chosen, where they would fight and build to prove themselves worthy to him. Isaac had been chosen to forgo their home in the stars for this purpose, to show them that redemption was still possible in the eyes of the Prophet. When EVR had finally finished its search, over an hour had passed, Isaac had fallen into a trance, and Tiberium fumes filled the room.
Contact made, secure channel requires identification to proceed.
Isaac stood and cleared his throat before speaking. "This is Grand Confessor Isaac Helms, commander of the Black Hand."
... Accepted. LEGION awaits your message. Welcome back, commander.
Good morning all, happy Halloween/Samhain!
@True Creator @thewizardguy
Indeed, many who are drawn towards lines of thinking more in common with the Abrahamic traditions see The Beast of the Sea and Cthulhu as one and the same, Nyarlathotep the false prophet, Dagon the Leviathan, etc. (Though the name of Dagon itself is a loan from the philistines of old).It is not the names or actual appearances that matter, but rather what they symbolize and represent.
Though of course in workings of ritual magick names do have meaning as words are to the spirits and gods as physical force is to us. Spirits and deities are shaped by their names and their inherent meaning within their respective traditions. Though these entities at the same time are not gods, persay. The King in yellow for instance is both entity and force. Entropy, spiritual decay, ruin, all of these are his domain, civilizations fall and crumble. All nations become Carcosa, all serve the King in Yellow in the end.
Indeed, many who are drawn towards lines of thinking more in common with the Abrahamic traditions see The Beast of the Sea and Cthulhu as one and the same, Nyarlathotep the false prophet, Dagon the Leviathan, etc. (Though the name of Dagon itself is a loan from the philistines of old).It is not the names or actual appearances that matter, but rather what they symbolize and represent.
Though of course in workings of ritual magick names do have meaning as words are to the spirits and gods as physical force is to us. Spirits and deities are shaped by their names and their inherent meaning within their respective traditions. Though these entities at the same time are not gods, persay. The King in yellow for instance is both entity and force. Entropy, spiritual decay, ruin, all of these are his domain, civilizations fall and crumble. All nations become Carcosa, all serve the King in Yellow in the end.
@thewizardguy
I didn't start it, no, the worship of the Great Old Ones and Outer Gods has been around since the 70's. One of Crowley's students wrote several works on Lovecraft and the Old Ones, his name escapes me. Many members of Thelema see parallels between the current religious Aeon, the Aeon of Set, with the rise of Cthulhu. Donald Tyson in recent years has put out several works including his own version of the Necronomicon. The Cult of Cthulhu created by a former adherent of Lavey Satanism, is now recognized by the American Government and recieves tax exempt status. Just so you know~
I didn't start it, no, the worship of the Great Old Ones and Outer Gods has been around since the 70's. One of Crowley's students wrote several works on Lovecraft and the Old Ones, his name escapes me. Many members of Thelema see parallels between the current religious Aeon, the Aeon of Set, with the rise of Cthulhu. Donald Tyson in recent years has put out several works including his own version of the Necronomicon. The Cult of Cthulhu created by a former adherent of Lavey Satanism, is now recognized by the American Government and recieves tax exempt status. Just so you know~
@Punished Homura
I do indeed Homura! Without his works, along with those of Crowley, Howard, Smith, and a more recent Donald Tyson and Alan Moore, I wouldn't have the outlook I do now. The idea of our small place in the universe, and the vastness of the cosmos is frightening, yes. But, we should look to ourselves for all we have accomplished in such a short time. As humans it is impossible to truly look at ourselves objectively, but looking at the universe in such a way in relation to our opinion of our own species can be rather liberating and awe inspiring. It's like knowing the need for spiders and perhaps respecting them for all they do, yet we still have a general dislike of them because they can be so horrifying. To know humanity objectively is to no longer be human in any sense other than physical, and that truly would be a monstrous thing. I will accept my humanity, the weakness and the power that comes with it, and look to be part of something grander through worship and works under these great beings. The names Lovecraft and his circle gave are most likely not the proper ones for such entities but it will suffice. I doubt they exist purely in the manner which they are described, rather they represent concepts and ideas of the universe as we know it and cannot possibly hope to understand it. Then you have more human entities who may be entirely the result of our own collective subconscious and worship, who while not quite as terrifying and powerful, should be treated with some respect. Daemons are after all here to teach us, but take what they say with a grain of salt.
I do indeed Homura! Without his works, along with those of Crowley, Howard, Smith, and a more recent Donald Tyson and Alan Moore, I wouldn't have the outlook I do now. The idea of our small place in the universe, and the vastness of the cosmos is frightening, yes. But, we should look to ourselves for all we have accomplished in such a short time. As humans it is impossible to truly look at ourselves objectively, but looking at the universe in such a way in relation to our opinion of our own species can be rather liberating and awe inspiring. It's like knowing the need for spiders and perhaps respecting them for all they do, yet we still have a general dislike of them because they can be so horrifying. To know humanity objectively is to no longer be human in any sense other than physical, and that truly would be a monstrous thing. I will accept my humanity, the weakness and the power that comes with it, and look to be part of something grander through worship and works under these great beings. The names Lovecraft and his circle gave are most likely not the proper ones for such entities but it will suffice. I doubt they exist purely in the manner which they are described, rather they represent concepts and ideas of the universe as we know it and cannot possibly hope to understand it. Then you have more human entities who may be entirely the result of our own collective subconscious and worship, who while not quite as terrifying and powerful, should be treated with some respect. Daemons are after all here to teach us, but take what they say with a grain of salt.
@Savato That's a shame ;w; I'll burn a candle for you tomorrow night, everyone should feel the holiday spirit~ Ia Yog-Sothoth!
Morning all! How is everyone doing? Excited for Halloween? :3
Evening all! What's everyone up to?
@True Creator
Isaac Helms, Munich, Germany
The daemon was a prideful thing, that was for certain, saying it would 'allow' Isaac to leave. It was insulting, and the confessor was tempted to retort with another bout of rhetoric and scold the daemon. But a wise man knows when pride becomes hubris, and he would not die here. Not yet at least. There was much work ahead of him to truly claim this as the Land of Nod. The Visitors who had arrived, although not Scrin, were definitely a potential threat, as was the creature who they had fought in Bern.
"Thank you for your mercy, Prince of the warp. Know that you as well have my respect and should you have need of me, perhaps I might be of assistance to you and your flock. Though of course one block always lifts another. I will be scavenging in the city, so you know where to find me, may your gods watch over you."
In his fashion he was courteous to one who he saw as an equal, and a possible ally. While the faith the daemon belonged to and was spawned from may have been somewhat unorthodox, it was by no means blasphemous. No, the only true blasphemy was to deny the potential of Tiberium, as preached by Kane. The monster had not yet shown any interest in the billowing green smoke that followed the confessor, and ignorance of Tiberium cannot be faulted. Those who do not wish to see the glorious future out of indifference or fear cannot be helped, and they will be left behind crying for salvation. But, those who would protest or corrupt the purity of it must be destroyed.
Isaac Helms, Munich, Germany
The daemon was a prideful thing, that was for certain, saying it would 'allow' Isaac to leave. It was insulting, and the confessor was tempted to retort with another bout of rhetoric and scold the daemon. But a wise man knows when pride becomes hubris, and he would not die here. Not yet at least. There was much work ahead of him to truly claim this as the Land of Nod. The Visitors who had arrived, although not Scrin, were definitely a potential threat, as was the creature who they had fought in Bern.
"Thank you for your mercy, Prince of the warp. Know that you as well have my respect and should you have need of me, perhaps I might be of assistance to you and your flock. Though of course one block always lifts another. I will be scavenging in the city, so you know where to find me, may your gods watch over you."
In his fashion he was courteous to one who he saw as an equal, and a possible ally. While the faith the daemon belonged to and was spawned from may have been somewhat unorthodox, it was by no means blasphemous. No, the only true blasphemy was to deny the potential of Tiberium, as preached by Kane. The monster had not yet shown any interest in the billowing green smoke that followed the confessor, and ignorance of Tiberium cannot be faulted. Those who do not wish to see the glorious future out of indifference or fear cannot be helped, and they will be left behind crying for salvation. But, those who would protest or corrupt the purity of it must be destroyed.
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