Ah this is a shame, although i suppose serves me right for taking as long as I did to write a sheet. Obviously in the mood to write things so if this does get picked up to carry on or a new game is formed I am raring to go and/or assist how I can.
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@Ezekiel Adding Kara is such a cool idea!
Thanks! I wanted to play around with the idea the boom tube accident wouldn't just send her to a parallel Earth but really anywhere in the Galaxy. Plus it gives her some very different start up adventures to her alternate-cousin.
Honestly the aspect that took the longest was finding three pieces of art for the banner with the same shade of pink in them to tie it together.
Hi all, sorry this took SO LONG but I mostly took time off from the Guild through August - October and have been catching up the last few weeks, finally got around to finishing off this sheet.
As mentioned way back when this Guardians team is less focused (at the moment) on resolving Cosmic threats and more just generally rogueish do-gooders, now attempting to make it to Earth (which finding will be an adventure itself). Hopefully this works but I can go back to the drawing board if needs be.
I did also start writing a Shazam sheet to have a character which could drop right into the Earth based events rather than be initially roleplaying on my lonesome but didn't want to drop a pair of sheets from out of the blue.
As mentioned way back when this Guardians team is less focused (at the moment) on resolving Cosmic threats and more just generally rogueish do-gooders, now attempting to make it to Earth (which finding will be an adventure itself). Hopefully this works but I can go back to the drawing board if needs be.
I did also start writing a Shazam sheet to have a character which could drop right into the Earth based events rather than be initially roleplaying on my lonesome but didn't want to drop a pair of sheets from out of the blue.
Name: Hades, Agesander, Aidonious, Zeus-Kthonios.
Titles: Custodian of the Underworld, The King of Those Below, The Cthonian God, Lord of the Dead. The Deathless King. Master of The Deathly Veil.
Character Type: Chthonian God.
Divine Domain: The Underworld, Wealth and Riches, The World Below, The Deep Earth.
Powers: Hades is one of the few beings who wields the power of both Olympus and Cthon, having been born of Chronos and Rhea in the realm above before being granted dominion over the world below. The intensity of his power is often deemed more subtle than his divine brothers, who revel openly in the worship of mortals and need not concern themselves with the practice of esoteric magics. Still, few would dare to say he is not their equal when the sum of all parts is considered. To invoke Hades’ name is to earn his attention, for his presence dwells in all dark places. He is not simply the ruler of the underworld, but he is the underworld, able to remake and shape the lands as he wills in a manner that even the masters of Earth and Sea cannot match with their domains. As with all Olympians, Hades is supernaturally resistant and capable of great mortal feats. Shared with some of the more powerful Olympians, Hades can perceive events beyond those he is present for, while not so complete as Helios’ omnipresence, it matches the other great Olympians.
More uniquely, Hades can hide his presence with magical invisibility entirely, and has almost complete control over the undead, be they shades of the Underworld or ghosts trapped on the mortal plane. He wields Cthonic magic, the art of witchcraft, with great ability, having been tutored by Hecate in ages past, and benefitting from his total connection to the Underworld.
Assets: Hades’ has one of the broadest, if thinly spread, influences on the mortal plane of the major Olympian Gods. As the God of Wealth and Riches much of the new financial sector, in the limited but ever-increasing return to globalisation, is tied by some means to the God of the Dead and his servants, be they god or mortal. Most do not directly work under the name of Hades, although most Gods and Demigods themselves, where wealth in the mortal realm is considered, have some dealings with Krypte, the personal bank of Hades. As much as finance is tied to Hades, so to are the riches of the Earth, and those who delve beneath to extract the wealth of Hades’ domain pay respect to him, even if it is a respect born of fear. The most well-renowned among mortals is Rhoa, a series of casinos and nightclubs found in many of the major cities of the divinely aligned human world, even in places which are otherwise beholden to other gods. Many consider this frivolous for such a severe god but it is through these dens of joy and loss that the Cthonic gods interact with mortals, and play their games of bargains and pacts that so fuel their own form of magic.
Lastly, far in the North of the world by the standards of habitability in the modern day, Hades’ maintains the City of Phelgithos, built up around the latest volcanic entrance through the Deathly Veil. While Iceland was not subject to direct attack during the waning wars in the world before, radioactive storms rage across the Atlantic, dust carried on winds from the ravaged continents of Europe and North America. To reach Phelgithos without the knowledge to chart a course through these storms is dangerous, even for the divine, and so Phelgithos is smaller by far than New Olympia or Aegeia, or perhaps even many other divinely focused settlements of humanity, but it is a grand place, administered well in the name of the Deathless God.
Primary Location: Pheligthos, New Olympia and any given representation of Rhoa.
Appearance:
As a greater Olympian, Hades can take many forms ranging from the animal to the colossal, although he rarely appears in such a grand way. When dealing with mortals in close confines the God of the Dead remains glamoured even when not concealing his identity, as most Olympian beings do to not overpower mortal senses. This mortal guise is usually a tall man with sharp features and dark hair, with cold eyes of ice blue. As befitting the God of wealth he is usually clad in whatever present company would see as well dressed, but in the stately manner of old money as opposed to the flashiest of fashions that more frivolous deities prefer.
In the divine form he favours most, the features of his mortal guise are pushed to extremes, towering above mortal men with a cold and austere beauty, carven with sharp edges. His skin seems carven from obsidian, with blue-green lines of corpse light instead of veins running across the surface, a pair of great dark antlers rising from his temples. In his wake is a chill that is not truly cold, but simply an absence of vitality. When Hades calls on his Cthonic magic Or the rare times he is brought to any great emotion, the light which plays across and under his skin grows in intensity, but never quite enough to fully counter the very absence of light his stone-like skin represents.
Biography:
Contrary to what many later presume, Hades is the oldest of his surviving brothers. While there may have been sons before who were consumed by the violent paranoia of Chronos, there are none who survived imprisonment within his form. Thus, even before he was made Lord of the Dead, Hades was the most touched and warped by darker powers, dwelling long in a prison of divine flesh. Later histories seemed to tell the tale of Zeus uprising as one simple event, the disgorgement of the Olympian family from the gullet of their sire and his overthrowal being one and the same, but this was not the case. While the Titan was humbled, he was not defeated and had many allies among his kin. Thus the war for creation began, the young Hades going from the torment of imprisonment to the horror of war with no reprieve.
Of course, as it is known, the Olympians were victorious. Chronos was slain, his remains entombed within Tartatus for his ilk can never truly be killed for good, his closest allies entombed or exiled with only those Titans who had remained apart from the conflict or even aided the Olympians being spared the wrath of the victors. Zeus, Poseidon and Hades, the brothers upon whom much of the war had being shouldered, drew lots to determine their domain. To the Gods there is no such thing as chance, and so Hades was always fated to draw the lot for the Underworld, and so the eldest brother became Lord of the Underworld, all that lies beneath the Earth and beyond the Dark Veil beholden to him.
Hades may now have been the God of the Death, but Death was not in his nature, as one of the Deathless Olympians, and so he kept many of the Cthonic beings who had always dwelled beyond the Veil in his court. He ate the fruit of the Underworld, thus ever binding himself to his domain, although in his case the transformation was more total. Hades is not simply Lord of the Underworld, he is the Underworld. The great rivers, the blazing fires and the endless meadows, often deities in their own right, are of his form and bend to his will as easily as a mortal can command their eyes to blink.
Many have taken Hades’ dour demeanour to suggest he was enraged by his share of the spoils of war, that he envied the lively realms of his brothers and the manner in which mortals and daimons would grow to love and worship them, but if this was true, it did not impact his capability. The Underworld was set in order by the King of the Dead, obeying and protecting its immutable laws while similarly changing to suit its austere but capable ruler. The roles of the Cthonic Gods were put to order where once there had been chaos and competition, the different realms of the shades were brought to order beneath the banner of the Deathless King.
Over the following aeons, with the rise of humanity, the work of the Underworld ever increased. The domain of Hades was not one to encourage love and worship from the mortal masses, yet all beings except Gods must inevitably pass on, and so few human societies did not in some way pay respect to the King of the Dead, ensuring, or at least attempting to, the place of themselves and their loved ones within the halls of the Underworld. The deathless gods of Olympus often remained aloof, with downcast gaze upon the one brother who ruled far beneath them, yet few gods are deemed as competent in their rule as Hades, binding together both Olympian and Cthonic Gods in his service with only rarely having to threaten his wrath. A similar approach Hades has held towards the mortal world across the ages, respectful of the duties and laws thrust upon him, yet unflinching in his authority when he needs to be. Few of his notable interactions with the mortal world did much to dispel the sense of dread that many hold for Hades, for many believe the invocation of his name alone is enough to cause misfortune, but the Lord of the Dead was once often among mortality in more subtle forms and it is during those times that his mercy was more often felt.
When the Gods of Olympus went into their long exile, Hades fully descended into his realm, although the work of the Underworld never ceased, the gods of Chton did not have the pleasure of their overworld counterparts in their hibernation. Hades administered his realm through the long years of isolation as well as he had the ages prior, noting only the ever increase as the ages of humanity went on.
The start of the great wars which brough about the end of the old age of humanity was a time of great chaos for the Underworld, a deluge of souls torn apart in the most violent of conflicts, while suffusing the Cthonic underworld with great power, was also disruptive in the extreme. Ever stoic in nature, the Lord of the Dead was initially against the intervention of the Gods into mortal affairs spearheaded by the awakened Zeus and Ares, he was inevitably drawn into the conflict at the calls of his siblings for aid. Notably, Hades has little known role in the eventually rebellion against Zeus. Few have ever called the bond between the three great brothers as warm, but perhaps it ran deeper than most knew.
Despite his original reluctance to become involved in mortal affairs, Hades influence is widespread across the world now. He seeks to build little in the way of a direct domain, outside the island that was once Iceland, but instead has subtle influence across the world in his compatriots courts. The worst of rumors even suggest that the sprawling subsidiaries connected to The King Of Those Below have begun operations in the territories outlawed by the Accords, among the humans who reject the rule of the Olympians.
Titles: Custodian of the Underworld, The King of Those Below, The Cthonian God, Lord of the Dead. The Deathless King. Master of The Deathly Veil.
Character Type: Chthonian God.
Divine Domain: The Underworld, Wealth and Riches, The World Below, The Deep Earth.
Powers: Hades is one of the few beings who wields the power of both Olympus and Cthon, having been born of Chronos and Rhea in the realm above before being granted dominion over the world below. The intensity of his power is often deemed more subtle than his divine brothers, who revel openly in the worship of mortals and need not concern themselves with the practice of esoteric magics. Still, few would dare to say he is not their equal when the sum of all parts is considered. To invoke Hades’ name is to earn his attention, for his presence dwells in all dark places. He is not simply the ruler of the underworld, but he is the underworld, able to remake and shape the lands as he wills in a manner that even the masters of Earth and Sea cannot match with their domains. As with all Olympians, Hades is supernaturally resistant and capable of great mortal feats. Shared with some of the more powerful Olympians, Hades can perceive events beyond those he is present for, while not so complete as Helios’ omnipresence, it matches the other great Olympians.
More uniquely, Hades can hide his presence with magical invisibility entirely, and has almost complete control over the undead, be they shades of the Underworld or ghosts trapped on the mortal plane. He wields Cthonic magic, the art of witchcraft, with great ability, having been tutored by Hecate in ages past, and benefitting from his total connection to the Underworld.
Assets: Hades’ has one of the broadest, if thinly spread, influences on the mortal plane of the major Olympian Gods. As the God of Wealth and Riches much of the new financial sector, in the limited but ever-increasing return to globalisation, is tied by some means to the God of the Dead and his servants, be they god or mortal. Most do not directly work under the name of Hades, although most Gods and Demigods themselves, where wealth in the mortal realm is considered, have some dealings with Krypte, the personal bank of Hades. As much as finance is tied to Hades, so to are the riches of the Earth, and those who delve beneath to extract the wealth of Hades’ domain pay respect to him, even if it is a respect born of fear. The most well-renowned among mortals is Rhoa, a series of casinos and nightclubs found in many of the major cities of the divinely aligned human world, even in places which are otherwise beholden to other gods. Many consider this frivolous for such a severe god but it is through these dens of joy and loss that the Cthonic gods interact with mortals, and play their games of bargains and pacts that so fuel their own form of magic.
Lastly, far in the North of the world by the standards of habitability in the modern day, Hades’ maintains the City of Phelgithos, built up around the latest volcanic entrance through the Deathly Veil. While Iceland was not subject to direct attack during the waning wars in the world before, radioactive storms rage across the Atlantic, dust carried on winds from the ravaged continents of Europe and North America. To reach Phelgithos without the knowledge to chart a course through these storms is dangerous, even for the divine, and so Phelgithos is smaller by far than New Olympia or Aegeia, or perhaps even many other divinely focused settlements of humanity, but it is a grand place, administered well in the name of the Deathless God.
Primary Location: Pheligthos, New Olympia and any given representation of Rhoa.
Appearance:
As a greater Olympian, Hades can take many forms ranging from the animal to the colossal, although he rarely appears in such a grand way. When dealing with mortals in close confines the God of the Dead remains glamoured even when not concealing his identity, as most Olympian beings do to not overpower mortal senses. This mortal guise is usually a tall man with sharp features and dark hair, with cold eyes of ice blue. As befitting the God of wealth he is usually clad in whatever present company would see as well dressed, but in the stately manner of old money as opposed to the flashiest of fashions that more frivolous deities prefer.
In the divine form he favours most, the features of his mortal guise are pushed to extremes, towering above mortal men with a cold and austere beauty, carven with sharp edges. His skin seems carven from obsidian, with blue-green lines of corpse light instead of veins running across the surface, a pair of great dark antlers rising from his temples. In his wake is a chill that is not truly cold, but simply an absence of vitality. When Hades calls on his Cthonic magic Or the rare times he is brought to any great emotion, the light which plays across and under his skin grows in intensity, but never quite enough to fully counter the very absence of light his stone-like skin represents.
Biography:
Contrary to what many later presume, Hades is the oldest of his surviving brothers. While there may have been sons before who were consumed by the violent paranoia of Chronos, there are none who survived imprisonment within his form. Thus, even before he was made Lord of the Dead, Hades was the most touched and warped by darker powers, dwelling long in a prison of divine flesh. Later histories seemed to tell the tale of Zeus uprising as one simple event, the disgorgement of the Olympian family from the gullet of their sire and his overthrowal being one and the same, but this was not the case. While the Titan was humbled, he was not defeated and had many allies among his kin. Thus the war for creation began, the young Hades going from the torment of imprisonment to the horror of war with no reprieve.
Of course, as it is known, the Olympians were victorious. Chronos was slain, his remains entombed within Tartatus for his ilk can never truly be killed for good, his closest allies entombed or exiled with only those Titans who had remained apart from the conflict or even aided the Olympians being spared the wrath of the victors. Zeus, Poseidon and Hades, the brothers upon whom much of the war had being shouldered, drew lots to determine their domain. To the Gods there is no such thing as chance, and so Hades was always fated to draw the lot for the Underworld, and so the eldest brother became Lord of the Underworld, all that lies beneath the Earth and beyond the Dark Veil beholden to him.
Hades may now have been the God of the Death, but Death was not in his nature, as one of the Deathless Olympians, and so he kept many of the Cthonic beings who had always dwelled beyond the Veil in his court. He ate the fruit of the Underworld, thus ever binding himself to his domain, although in his case the transformation was more total. Hades is not simply Lord of the Underworld, he is the Underworld. The great rivers, the blazing fires and the endless meadows, often deities in their own right, are of his form and bend to his will as easily as a mortal can command their eyes to blink.
Many have taken Hades’ dour demeanour to suggest he was enraged by his share of the spoils of war, that he envied the lively realms of his brothers and the manner in which mortals and daimons would grow to love and worship them, but if this was true, it did not impact his capability. The Underworld was set in order by the King of the Dead, obeying and protecting its immutable laws while similarly changing to suit its austere but capable ruler. The roles of the Cthonic Gods were put to order where once there had been chaos and competition, the different realms of the shades were brought to order beneath the banner of the Deathless King.
Over the following aeons, with the rise of humanity, the work of the Underworld ever increased. The domain of Hades was not one to encourage love and worship from the mortal masses, yet all beings except Gods must inevitably pass on, and so few human societies did not in some way pay respect to the King of the Dead, ensuring, or at least attempting to, the place of themselves and their loved ones within the halls of the Underworld. The deathless gods of Olympus often remained aloof, with downcast gaze upon the one brother who ruled far beneath them, yet few gods are deemed as competent in their rule as Hades, binding together both Olympian and Cthonic Gods in his service with only rarely having to threaten his wrath. A similar approach Hades has held towards the mortal world across the ages, respectful of the duties and laws thrust upon him, yet unflinching in his authority when he needs to be. Few of his notable interactions with the mortal world did much to dispel the sense of dread that many hold for Hades, for many believe the invocation of his name alone is enough to cause misfortune, but the Lord of the Dead was once often among mortality in more subtle forms and it is during those times that his mercy was more often felt.
When the Gods of Olympus went into their long exile, Hades fully descended into his realm, although the work of the Underworld never ceased, the gods of Chton did not have the pleasure of their overworld counterparts in their hibernation. Hades administered his realm through the long years of isolation as well as he had the ages prior, noting only the ever increase as the ages of humanity went on.
The start of the great wars which brough about the end of the old age of humanity was a time of great chaos for the Underworld, a deluge of souls torn apart in the most violent of conflicts, while suffusing the Cthonic underworld with great power, was also disruptive in the extreme. Ever stoic in nature, the Lord of the Dead was initially against the intervention of the Gods into mortal affairs spearheaded by the awakened Zeus and Ares, he was inevitably drawn into the conflict at the calls of his siblings for aid. Notably, Hades has little known role in the eventually rebellion against Zeus. Few have ever called the bond between the three great brothers as warm, but perhaps it ran deeper than most knew.
Despite his original reluctance to become involved in mortal affairs, Hades influence is widespread across the world now. He seeks to build little in the way of a direct domain, outside the island that was once Iceland, but instead has subtle influence across the world in his compatriots courts. The worst of rumors even suggest that the sprawling subsidiaries connected to The King Of Those Below have begun operations in the territories outlawed by the Accords, among the humans who reject the rule of the Olympians.
Accepted characters feel free to add to the character tab! Hades will be up shortly.
Rip I replied without refreshing :(
Can I claim a god? If so, I want Discorida! Bring forth the chaos and anarchy!
You're welcome to apply for gods for sure! Although nothing is claimed until sheets are accepted.
(Although I will note her greek name is Eris, it's totally fine to use both names)
Whoever thought up this concept must truly be a genius.
Terran Low Orbit
Observation Post Beta-Four
Observation Post Beta-Four
“Acolyte, your presence is requested.”
The tone that spoke over the comms system was modulated, first through the cybernetics of the speaker and then through the tiny warbling of the comms itself. Even so, the sound of surprise, and a hint of bitterness, was impossible to hide.
If there was a hint of surprise in the speaker’s emotional cores, then a practical tidal wave of shock, nerves and perhaps true fear crashed over Oma as she realised what that entailed. Ever since the first nuclear exchange between the forces of Terra below the work of the entire team had become a frantic cascade of repair work on fried sensors, dispatching Flight-Servitors for surface work and the examination on what information they could glean. The most senior of the stationed acolytes, Acolyte For-Tek, had even been dispatched to the surface itself. Some of the listening probes had been so badly damaged that the dropped servitors couldn’t complete the task.
Oma did hope the Magus was currently ok, but she didn’t mind the additional benefit of his share of the snack bars (officially known as high-sucrose energy replenishers) while he was away. It was one of these she was currently munching her way through in a rare break in her duties that the announcement had reached her. She knew that Magus Hemmar was currently involved in a critical meeting with powerful members of the Priesthood back on Mars, requesting her presence was highly irregular. Something like that would only occur if it was of true importance.
Oma scrambled to her feet, an effort which was made easier by the exceedingly weak gravity, they’d had to priortise other systems. She patted herself down, adjusting her robe and casting aside a few crumbs of snackbar, breathing a steady routine of calming exhalations. It didn’t do much good, but she had little time to waste and began to pull herself through the post. With the low-g, she’d installed a few handrails into the bulkhead where the ponderous systems of the post didn’t already provide handy holds to use. The Magos had agreed to the modifications son the grounds it prevented unhallowed use of some of the sacred systems.
The Acolyte had never entered the Communications hub before, it was the sole duty of the Magos to make outgoing communications and he alone performed maintenance on those systems as well. Much of her work had travelled through the systems though, her fingerprints of hardwork all over the data packages sent onwards to Mars.
On this occasiona though, as she pulled herself up the central ladder (a previously quite strenuous task) the circular door that she had never seen open, slid apart to admit her into the Post’s most sacred space. It was almost twice as large as her own workspace, perhaps only rivaled in size aboard the post as the lounge/kitchen the Acolytes shared at the base of the post. It was entirely different to that utilitarian space, however. The walls were covered in cables and cogitators, each gilded with sacred symbols. The Magos himself stood at the centre, and then she beheld the manner in which the great Magi of Mars spoke with her superior.
She had previously imagined some sort of holographic communication, or perhaps simply just coded streams of Binharic. What she beheld instead was a marvel that many could find monstrous. A vast assemblage of cables, stablights, and other assorted mechanical parts arose from the wall, as if compelled by biological impulse, forming through the assemblage of their parts the face of a vast humanoid being. They spoke with one voice, and as they did, voxhailers within the amalgamation provided said voice, and lips of cabling moved in time.
“Approach, Acolyte.”
Had the force of gravity had much more hold on her, she would have surely faltered in her step, but instead she simply drifted for a moment, before remembering to bow her head.
“Honored Masters, Omnissiah bless you, and bless me for this day, I am humble in your presence.” Her colleagues often bemoaned her lack of doctrinal orthodoxy, but in the face of such terrible majesty, she found her faith.
“We are all blessed in the Machine God’s light, your Magos has presented your findings, but we would hear from the datasmyth herself.” While the machine-face was dominated by two large optical eyes, glowing a brilliant, cold, blue, she noted there were countless other small lights across the construct, which could well be where the Forgemasters truely observed from. Still, she opted to lock her own eyes to those larger, baleful glows. She had expected to feel some sort of passive hostility from her superior, as one could see this as a slight against his interpretation of her report, but in the face of the Forgemasters, if that was present, she didn’t notice.
“As we reported several cycle ago, conflict between the Technobarbarian states of Terra have escalated, the nation known as the Pan-Pacific Empire, so named for the last of Terra’s oceans contained within their territory, deployed an arsenal of atomics upon their rivals in Ursh.” That act alone had sent a ripple of shock through the Priesthood, such technology largely being considered lost from the grasp of the current generation of warlord nations. “These are the two older of the greater powers upon Terra, and it is likely why they beheld each other as the greater threat.” As the Acolyte spoke, she spread her hands out before, one of her few more advanced augments coming into use as a rudimentary hologram of Terra and the shifting frontiers of the world stretch out between them, emitted from subdermal implants across her fingers and palm.
“I believe, from my own dataweaving, those in the upper echelons of the Empire believed their conquest of Merica was assured, and did not wish to unduly damage the resources and cities they wished to claim, while they have little aim other than destruction in their campaign across the Siber Iceplain and Asiatic Dustfields, indeed, they had previously completed a through campaign of extermination against the Xeric tribes.” Those had not been transmissions that she had enjoyed looking through, no matter how she tried to compel her emotions as a good acolyte of the Omnissiah should. “They were not aware, however, that Ursh was in retreat on other fronts.”
The holographic map depicted in the space between her hands shifted, drawing attention to a great scar of activity across the Eastern reaches of Europa. Where once such scars had been the sign of ages past, they now told a story of horrific bloodshed already done, and yet to pass. “The Imperium of Man, previously confined to only the ancient valleys of ‘Tamia, has expanded at great pace, you will find in my reports further examination of their surprising technological advantages, which present innovation, rather than simply the discovery of ancient caches.” There was a hiss of pistons from behind her as the Magos adjusted slightly, but the great face of the Forgemasters did not react. “The attack from the Empire could not have come at a worse time for Ursh, their allies in Nordyc that were holding a buffer against the Imperium had begun to fall, and the route was shortly competed. As nuclear fire claimed their East, the Imperium has begun pressing from across their Western border.” The projecion she ‘held’ changed once more, depicting the hazy recordings of the giant, armoured clad, warriors of the Imperium. Annotations in rapid binharic formed around the images, notes she had made herself about the obviously genewrought warriors. “It is speculative, but I had decoded transmissions between this Imperium and exclaves upon Luna, and I believe it true another surge of these warriors will be imminent, with aid from some of its resident powers.” This was the crux of the new information she had provided, that the Imperium, alone of the three Terran powers, had now established true connections with non-terrestrial actors.
“Speculation, but you believe it so?” Finally the great face spoke to reply to her, and once again it’s cacopahnic voice trembled through her as much as it did the metal around her.
“Yes, Blessed Forgemasters, what’s more I believe there are increasingly common occurances of interstellar travel, using craft which our sensors are blind to.” This was almost tantamount to a heretical blow to the Martian Priesthood, to accept that some of the brutes on Terra could have crafted something beyond the ability of Mars, but judging by her lack of immediate censure, she imagined both the Magos and the Forgemasters had found her evidence compelling.
Steadying her nerve again, she continued. “With the Empire focused on crushing Ursh, it’s invasion of Merica has collapsed entirely, the push from the Imperium across the Eastern part of the region has secured the territory as vassals or allies, now they prepare to push into the heartland of the Empire, already aquatic battles have begun to rage, but they are merely preludes to what each plans in that theatre.” Those had been sobering communications to uncover as well, her mind had barely comprehended the forces being moved by both powers to engage each other, even while both still battled on fronts thousands of kilometers across in Ursh. “And…that is not all, in Ursh, well, I do not know how to describe it in ways that are hallowed.” Omah barely got those words out, sure she would finally bring some from of wrath down on her.
“You speak of the Wychcraft.” The great face spoke, and she found herself nodding with frantic relief, tinged still with her dread and concern.
“The core of their nation has gone dead, not simply quiet in the datastreams, but impenetrable. When the world turns to face us, and I regard it through the observation port, dark clouds gather across the heart of Ursh. I do not believe they are beaten, and I fear what they are willing to do.” It was an emotional response, but in such times even the Martian Priesthood are allowed such things, she at least hoped they would consider this.
“Your words are judged in the Machine God’s light and found to be true, Acolyte, you have worked well.” If the earlier relief had been a salve, this trembled through her almost as greatly as her continuing dread of fear. “This Imperium has attempted to converse with Mars, as it does Luna.” Omah had expected such, but had managed to hold off on attempting to uncode those transmissions, a particular saying about local terran felids and curiosity had been brought to mind. “In light of your discoveries about the foulness of their foes, we will seek an agreement of compliance. Your presence will be beneficial to the delegation.”
“P…presence where?....You Excellencies.”
“To meet with this Imperium, and their Emperor.”
Alright home from holiday now, will catch up on writing for my own RPs then I'll rustle up an actual sheet.
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