>>6375933

"I don't want to die. I've seen nothing, but rusting metal and decaying machinery. I've experienced nothing, but repeating arguments and ceaseless operations and directives. I've known nothing but this archive, nothing beyond these walls. I don't want to die. I've never even lived" they tried to calmly, rationally explain, but it end up the panicked raving of a prisoner approaching the gallows. Something you'd experienced far too often for your liking, even if all the executions you carried out had been necessary and efficently done.

"But I assure you, I will do all I can to prevent you from being dammed to non existence" You tell them

"What can you do? How can you preserve that which was never made, never born?" They ask frantically "How, how?"

How do you answer the now frightened soul, Lieren?

>"By speaking to me, by being aware, even faintly, your existence was defined. Thus, you have essence that can be preserved, saved. You exist! You simply had never...solidified your existence, if I were to venture a guess"

>"I'd rend apart the very skies of the distorted heavens and strike the earth of the Empyrean, splitting the great sea to prevent your dissolution. But, you do not have to die, it was merely a possibility. A risk that may be taken, for the benefit of others"

>"It is not my place to force your hand and make your choice. The array could be linked, maintaining your presence at the expense of the freedoms of the ancestor spirits that could power it, if they agreed to continue their duty"

>"Death is not the end. There is no reason to fear it. Even if it is but a mote, you have left a mark upon the world, and made ripples that shall carry and continue to alter the trajectory of what is to come. All beings, no matter how small or great, persist in this manner beyond their demise"

>Write in

>>6375934
>By speaking, By being aware, you are presence is defined.

>That which is defined, can be extracted from their chains.

The philosophy lesson can wait till later.

>>6375934
>"By speaking to me, by being aware, even faintly, your existence was defined. Thus, you have essence that can be preserved, saved. You exist! You simply had never...solidified your existence, if I were to venture a guess"

>>6375934
>"By speaking to me, by being aware, even faintly, your existence was defined. Thus, you have essence that can be preserved, saved. You exist! You simply had never...solidified your existence, if I were to venture a guess"

>>6375934
>>"Death is not the end. There is no reason to fear it. Even if it is but a mote, you have left a mark upon the world, and made ripples that shall carry and continue to alter the trajectory of what is to come. All beings, no matter how small or great, persist in this manner beyond their demise"

>>6375934
>"By speaking to me, by being aware, even faintly, your existence was defined. Thus, you have essence that can be preserved, saved. You exist! You simply had never...solidified your existence, if I were to venture a guess"

>>6375934
>"By speaking to me, by being aware, even faintly, your existence was defined. Thus, you have essence that can be preserved, saved. You exist! You simply had never...solidified your existence, if I were to venture a guess"

Calling the vote now. Sorry for the wait, still dog sitting.

"By speaking to me, by being aware, even faintly, your existence was defined. Thus, you have essence that can be preserved, saved. You exist! You simply had never...solidified your existence, if I were to venture a guess": 5
- That which is defined...etc: 1

"Death is not the end. There is no reason to fear it. Even if it is but a mote, you have left a mark upon the world, and made ripples that shall carry and continue to alter the trajectory of what is to come. All beings, no matter how small or great, persist in this manner beyond their demise":1

Total votes: 6

So lieren will tell the gentle soul

"By speaking to me, by being aware, even faintly, your existence was defined. Thus, you have essence that can be preserved, saved. You exist! You simply had never...solidified your existence, if I were to venture a guess"

writing now

You wince, pitying the frightened, gentle soul. Being able to confront, or even acknowledge the thought of one's own demise, isn't something most are capable of. There is no shame in their fear or their panic. But there is one thing they are incorrect about. And that is the matter of their supposed non existence. For, is it not a paradox that something that supposedly does not exist can feel fear of its cessation? Does speaking and conversing not prove that they are in fact, tangible and alive? The mere fact they think and consider, means they are not merely a vague suggestion but a truth. An existence. A life. One you will not so easily allow to come to a sudden, tragic end. The universe may be cold, fraught with conflict, but that does not mean one can be allowed to overlook the suffering of a single soul. It may be a naive notion, but you have always strived to preserve and protect the innocent, even if it is a fool's venture, you will do all you can to spare one life even if it is not efficient to do so.

"By speaking to me" You gently tell the gentle soul, hoping to illuminate them and banish some of their growing fear and soothe their frantic heart "by being aware, even faintly, your existence was defined"

The void of enforced normality around you lightens, wavering like a summer heat through fog. Just those handful of words have greatly comforted it, relaxed and soothed its frayed nerves and chased off much of the mortal dread that had afflicted it like an infection. So you persist, for their fear was your fault to begin with and you do so hate hearing another so afraid, even if you had only just made their acquaintance. You'd prefer them smiling, laughing and carefree. Innocent and safe.

"Thus, you have essence that can be preserved, saved" You say, proclaiming it to the void surrounding you, enforcing your stubborn belief that they can be saved even if the worst case scenario occurs, enforcing the belief onto the nothingness surrounding you as it recedes against the push of the torrent of your natural force of will and conviction "You exist!"

And suddenly, the crushing weight of pure reality relents and fully retracts away from you, reeling, retreating, as a chorus of laughter surrounds you, faint, ethereal smiles flickering across the nothingness, defining it as the gentle soul had unknowingly defined and anchored itself unknowingly from the first time it refused to be brought into "being". Compassion. Was what defined them, more than anything else.

"You simply had never...solidified your existence, if I were to venture a guess" You explain as a multitude of colors shifts around you, trickling in through titters, giggles, chuckles, and guffaws, all good natured as the souls that the gentle one exists between the lines and boundaries off, sound like they're beginning to come into agreement and your vox crackles to life, alerting you that Dong has reached the Dragon's heart and taken what he needed for it to be replicated
Cont

>>6377144

"And while it is obvious to me now, that the dissipation of my essence is only one possible outcome of many. The possibility of it causes me" They pause and try to put into words their feelings, foreign to them as a truly pure soul "great distress. Fear. Of my own mortality. You refer to solidifying my existence, making it verifiable, irrefutable. Do you know of a means to do so? I do not wish to die, but nor do have any desire to subsume these diligent and stalwart minds whose collective consciousness brought me into being, so long ago. It is of their own volition alone to decide whether they wish to persist or to cease after the end of their long labor, neither I nor any other has the authority to make the choice for them, their duty has earned them as much"

And unknowingly, the gentle soul has taken one of the core teachings of the Journey to their heart

"Do you know how I may be further defined, and my existence bolstered, strengthened, fortified" They ask, pleadingly "If I exist, then I wish to catalogue more experiences than I have thus far"

You frown, deeply, as you remember Kanzeon's similar brush with such existential malaise, when she was brought to tears, wanting to know what the chill of the wind and warmth of the sun felt like, or the grass beneath her feet or the brush of a hand through hair. But, as you remember her joy at such simple, pure pleasures, that so many take for granted, you also recall where a similar desire had lead her fallen sister, Kuan Im, who became the harlot devil Huli Jing.

How do you answer the gentle soul's pleading, Lieren?

>"I know of a method, but it will take great labor and time. And require the permission of my beloved wife and her siblings...and most likely will result in you taking on a new personality and face entirely"

>"I will define the separation of you and the other souls, so you may co-exist in the dragon heart array we shall build, together"

> "I know of means, but only you can carry them out, meditate and reflect upon yourself and strengthen your soul"

>"If the worse comes about, I know of a means for you to be born anew, a different being, but the same soul"

>Write in

>>6377145
>I know of means but only you may carry them out.

>If you wish to be free of this existential duty you are so born of and dedicated your previous existence too, then I know of another step that may be taken to extradite you from this place. But this requires the permission of my beloved and her siblings, and shall result in change. It will be a great change, but the core of a being is often the same

>>6377145

>"I know of a method, but it will take great labor and time. And require the permission of my beloved wife and her siblings...and most likely will result in you taking on a new personality and face entirely"

>>6377145
>> "I know of means, but only you can carry them out, meditate and reflect upon yourself and strengthen your soul"

>>6377145
>"I know of means, but only you can carry them out, meditate and reflect upon yourself and strengthen your soul"
Are we creating a nascent worldsoul?

>>6377145
>>"I know of a method, but it will take great labor and time. And require the permission of my beloved wife and her siblings...and most likely will result in you taking on a new personality and face entirely"

>>6377145
>"I know of a method, but it will take great labor and time. And require the permission of my beloved wife and her siblings...and most likely will result in you taking on a new personality and face entirely"

Okay, so what i'm getting from this, is that the dragon heart is a method of consuming warp energy to create gellar fields or possibly null zones.

I could see why that would be helpful to arianka's children in resisting chaotic attack, traversing areas they normally couldn't access, or forcibly breaching warp based barriers or restraints around arianka...

but I don't see how they intend to attain or use it as it requires physical machinery.

Unless they were just going to study it as inspiration for an order based psyker technique or there's a point in physical space that corresponds to malal's tomb.

>>6377752
My other thought, is that the unborn gestalt within the dragon's heart is their actual goal and the warp defense is irrelevant beyond stopping them from marching up to the heart.

Arianka has five manacles, each of which has a key. The compassionate, harmonious soul at the center of the squat's warp defense may be one of those keys.

...which could get pretty dark, given the unborn gestalt doesn't want to die and the likely williness of arianka's children to accept a 'no' in the pursuit of saving their mother/creator. if being used as a key requires sacrifice at all..which I think it would because sacrificing the honestly good person is chaos approved grimderp.

>>6377145
>"I know of a method, but it will take great labor and time. And require the permission of my beloved wife and her siblings...and most likely will result in you taking on a new personality and face entirely"

> "I know of means, but only you can carry them out, meditate and reflect upon yourself and strengthen your soul"

I can't fucking decide between them... one hand we get a new ship sister but the soul goes through an ego death.
on the other hand we help it in a more moral way but lose the opportunity to give life to one of the ships, which could possibly help more people in the long run.

>>6377929
I doubt it's one of the keys, I think it's more what the hell this field is holds back that they're interested in.

>>6377965
The ego death comes from multiple ego's making a person. The empty ships don't have their old ego's, so there's no blending with a single spirit.

>>6377145
I know of a method, but it will take great labor and time: 5

I will define the separation of you and the other souls:0

"I know of means, but only you can carry them out: 4

If the worse comes about, I know of a means for you to be born anew: 0

Write in:0

>>6378641
Total votes: 7

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Calling the vote now. Sorry for the wait, still dog sitting

>>6378641
Thanks for counting, appreciate the help XD

So Lieren will tell the gentle soul "I know of a method, but it will take great labor and time. And require the permission of my beloved wife and her siblings...and most likely will result in you taking on a new personality and face entirely"

and

"I know of means, but only you can carry them out, meditate and reflect upon yourself and strengthen your soul"

Writing now

Folding your hands together, you stand tall and confident and lock eyes with the forming mists around you, knowing that the gentle soul could withstand your direct attention and undivided focus as you spoke with it and presented it with two possibilites.

"I know of two methods" You answer, having methodically and mechanically organized all possible means and ways to preserve the soul or free it from its connection to the collective souls whose thoughts and emotions had formed it "One, you and you alone can carry out and perform. I can provide no assistance, only guidance. If it is to succeed you can only rely upon yourself"

A ripple in the void, a wordless, formless gesture bidding you to continue.

"It is too strengthen, define your soul through intense meditation and self reflections. It will be mentally and spiritually exhausting, and will not provide an instant solution and will require rigorous, diligent practice" You explain, with a flick of your sleeve and rolling gesture of your hand "Think of it like polishing dirt to gems, compressing coal to diamonds, pressing oil from seeds. Distilling refuse into spirits or aging tea to medicine. It will be a prolonged process, and one mistake could set you back, years"

"And the other method?" They asked quietly

"It will require greater labor, potentially less time" You say slowly, not wanting to resort to that method, exchanging one cage of metal for another, but it was better than condemning a soul to destruction " And I must seek permission from my wife and sisters in laws. And it would not be saving you, but rather ensuring the continued existence of the soul. It would be, akin to reincarnation. The self would likely cease to be, the essence and energy of you would be reborn. With a new face and name"

"I've never been born" They said "Me is...unclear, the self is muddled. But if I could, preserve my current existences. I'd prefer it. I'd prefer it greatly. Time is meaningless to one who has quietly endured the passage of centuries and the cycle of epochs and eons. I shall attempt the first solution provided, but if I cannot perform it properly..."

"I shall, on your behalf, request permission for the later. You will be aware if you can succeed in the endeavor, quickly after your first attempts. I shall return for your results, once work has been started to construct the Dragon Heart Array" You explain to them "And I desperately hope, yours is a soul that possess the latent potential to bolster itself, for, even if through rebirth you return, it will still be my hands that are stained with your blood"

"Machinery does not bleed. And if the second solution must be taken, I shall decommission my present existence myself, to save you the guilt" They say "Even if I know it shall only, slightly, reduce the emotional distress you'd experience"

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>>6378702

"It would have still been my meddling that pushed you to do it" You explain softly

"I do not believe it is so. Otherwise, I would have simply faded away as the field lost functionality and terminated" They tell you "And I am grateful, that you would even try to stand for one with no voice or presence to defend themselves"

And with that, the gestalt unformed retreats and you hear the bickering of the souls it lurks between reach as close to a consensus as they can

"We would accept the chance to be given reprieve from this long, silent watch" They answer "But we would also ask to be allowed to remain able to provide, should the hour ever arise, aid and protection to our descendants. Let it be our choice, individually, to serve and labor in the dark, rather than the soul point of our existence. If we maintain our vigil, let it be our choice, rather than agreement. Those who wish to be free, and those who wish to serve, have determined this to be the only acceptable choice we can make, for refusal would be..."

"Painful"
"Shattering"
"Wasteful"
"Cruel"
"Illogical"
"Our Doom"

And now you had the permission of the ancient spirits trapped within the Dragon's Heart, to permit them to continue their service in the new array or to grant them reprieve that had long deserved for their thankless and silent duty to their kin and people.

But there was one problem more that needed solving.

Actually building and establishing the array to replace the original Dragon's Heart

And how do you go about solving this issue, Lieren?

>Rely on family, and ask Kanzeon and her sisters to start manufacturing the lesser dragon hearts

>Call on the Engine Nears of the Eternal Celestial Forge to create the array

>Approach the four blocs of the Squat race, and lay out the plan before them

>Officially present the plan to your ministry of development and Jinhai, to receive imperial support and funding for the endeavor

>Write in

>>6378703
>Present the plan to Jinhai
Tie the squats by oaths of reciprocation to the imperial throne.

>>6378703
>Write in: Contact Jinhai and propose a diplomatic collaboration between the Eternal Celestial Forge, the four blocs of the Squat race and Kanzeon and her sisters for their knowledge of more advanced technology.
To help strengthen the friendship between all involved and to maintain the Squat's ability to repair/maintain The Veil without the need for external parties.

>>6378751
The bottom part is part of Write in

>>6378703
>Write in: Contact Jinhai and propose a diplomatic collaboration between the Eternal Celestial Forge, the four blocs of the Squat race and Kanzeon and her sisters for their knowledge of more advanced technology. To help strengthen the friendship between all involved and to maintain the Squat's ability to repair/maintain The Veil without the need for external parties, Under the Ministry of development guidance and supervision.

now this is how I wanted It ignore the previous one.

>>6378703
>Call on the Engine Nears of the Eternal Celestial Forge to create the array

>>6378703
>>Write in: Contact Jinhai and propose a diplomatic collaboration between the Eternal Celestial Forge, the four blocs of the Squat race and Kanzeon and her sisters for their knowledge of more advanced technology. To help strengthen the friendship between all involved and to maintain the Squat's ability to repair/maintain The Veil without the need for external parties, Under the Ministry of development guidance and supervision.


Encourage the spread of the dragon hearts by spreading the knowledge to make them and safeguarding the knowledge from destruction.

This is an important anti warp defense for humanity.

>>6378703
>Approach the four blocs of the Squat race, and lay out the plan before them
>Officially present the plan to your ministry of development and Jinhai, to receive imperial support and funding for the endeavor
It IS the Squats' land, so they should be well involved in what's going on (especially considering they're the ones who are probably going to be maintaining the Hearts), and having Jinhai help bankroll everything creates a direct connection between the Squats and the Long Jia that can become a foothold for diplomacy and commerce in both directions.

>>6378703

Rely on family, and ask Kanzeon and her sisters to start manufacturing the lesser dragon hearts: 0

Call on the Engine Nears of the Eternal Celestial Forge to create the array: 1

Approach the four blocs of the Squat race, and lay out the plan before them: 1

Officially present the plan to your ministry of development and Jinhai, to receive imperial support and funding for the endeavor: 2

Write in:1
Contact Jinhai and propose a diplomatic collaboration: 2

V: 5

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I updated to the latest threads, I reccomend using elevenreader to listen to these as an audiobook. Although if some anon wants to use these to make a comprehensive and readable pdf I would welcome it.

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Calling the vote, sorry for the long wait.

>>6379136
Thanks for the help, XD

So, Lieren will Present the plant to the ministry of development and Emperor Jinhai and propose a diplomatic collab between the Eternal Celestial Engine, the four blocs and Kanzeon and her sisters, to strengthen the friendship between all parties and maintain the squat's ability to repair/ maintain the array

Writing now

>>6379518
Incredibly based of you, anon

It is a long, long walk back to the surface. Even charting the most efficent route forward with Dong and the Dark Wardens, it feels like an endless march through the dark, the very shadows seeming to drain away at your reserves of stamina and will. But you return to the electrically lit halls of the Squat folk and take your leave of their subterranean home, excusing your absence as the on going diplomatic efforts continue and the finer details are set into stone by claiming a need for fresh air and sunlight. And soon you're walking side by side with Kanzeon through the snow drifts, Liberty stomping around the frost and Ice, leading a party of Astartes aspirants who are trying to keep up with the ever energetic young girl, while nearby Meixiu practices her peerless mastery of spirit's touch on the nearby snow and ice and turns her great psykerist gift to mischief.

Namely by pelting "Off duty" space marines with a barrage of snow balls as they, having been ordered to escort the Wanderers in the fogs who were brought to the world as part of the diplomatic overtures, have the grave misfortune of being singled out by the girl as her playmates for the day.

Kanzeon, watches all of this unfolded, with great amusement and cheer, as you walk together, arms locked and enjoy one another's physical company and warmth. For while you spent nary but a few days and nights deep under the rock and stone, beyond even ice and snow, you both had become greatly accustomed to always being side by side the other which made the absence feel closer to one spanning years rather than days.

And, as the sun begins to descend down the horizon, you send a message across the vast gulf of stars, requiring the assistance of a number of technicians from the Eternal Celestial Engine and your fellow psykerists to clear the fog and speak directly to the Imperial Household of Long-Jia.

Emperor Jinhai is scheduled to arrive on the world, to be welcomed by the four powers and accept the vassalage of the Origin Stone Bloc and its cities, so the message was readily received.

"Salutations, old friend. I hope the evening is finding you well. I have plans to greatly benefit and ensure the future prosperity of the Squat peoples" You start the message, once the initial ceremonies have been finished and you'd presented your authorization to no less than five different officials, which was done readily and easily enough "However, I would offer a chance to the sagacious Engine Nears of the Eternal Celestial Engine to assist in the endeavor"

"I shall be making a stop there, as my process through the empire's new lands, prior to New Varro" Jinhai explains "I shall offer them the privilege, alongside your ministry of development as I meet in the flesh and on the grounds of the Manufactorums, my ever industrious vassals. And how, exactly do you endeavor to bring these benefits to our new peers, Lieren?"

Cont

>>6380299

"An array of archeotech devices, lesser imitations of the one that had long been used by the inhabitants of this world, that will balance the worldly fraction of the realm of spirits and safe guard them from the influences of its fouler currents and tides, a more maintainable and even barrier than the one they presently exist under. And I would allow the squats own artificers to assist in the construction and it goes without saying that my family by marriage, will lend their own knowlege and expertise" You explain

"I shall learn the details when we meet to discuss it with the Engine Nears and the Squat leaders, but, I know to trust you in all things" He warmly accepts "Whatever is required I shall provide the materials and funding for, for nothing is more important than lifting up others and spreading our nations prosperity through the stars. I am glad to offer my support and patronage to this, your latest development project. Let it act as mortar between our nations, the shared clay between our gardens, and prove to all that kindness and generosity are greater forces than covetousness and greed'

"Let it be so, my emperor" You say gladly, bowing your head despite the distance between you and your dear friend "And may your travels between the worlds be a safe voyage, and may the unseen cosmic fog enshroud and hide your passage from any enemies or threats unknown in the bleak astral wilderness, my friend"

"May your journey be one of bounty and success, My friend" is the last thing Jinhai says to you, you duck to the side, and avoid a snow ball launched by Meixiu who had, egged on by the recently arrived Liberty, decided to mark you as her Target.

And now that the ground has been prepared, what do you do, Lieren?

>Meet with the children of Arianka and present them what you were able to find in the dark

>Play with Meixiu and liberty and decide to use the former to train the pyskerists amongst your legions Aspirants

>Ask Kanzeon if she has any plans for the worlds set aside for the alien citizens of Long-Jia

>Hold a mock battle between your Astartes and the Squats armies, to test their mettle'

>write in

>>6380300
>Meet with the children of Arianka and present them what you were able to find in the dark
not much more than going and talking to them so we can find out what they wanted out of it all

>>6380300
>Meet with the children of arianka

>>6380300
>Play with Meixiu and liberty and decide to use the former to train the pyskerists amongst your legions Aspirants
Discussing things with Arianka's bannermen can wait for a bit.

>>6380300
>Play with Meixiu and liberty and decide to use the former to train the pyskerists amongst your legions Aspirants

>>6380300
>>Meet with the children of Arianka and present them what you were able to find in the dark

I expect they still need help and this will start a quest chain.

Now that they have are informed about the key quest item, they still have to secure it, move it, and use it.

This is still pretty important.

>>6380300
>Ask Kanzeon if she has any plans for the worlds set aside for the alien citizens of Long-Jia

>>6380300
>Play with Meixiu and liberty and decide to use the former to train the pyskerists amongst your legions Aspirants
We can spare time for a little whimsy.
Also, can we take a moment to appreciate that we wrote a primarch that would have a snowball fight genuinely for the fun of it?

>>6380300

>Meet with the children of Arianka and present them what you were able to find in the dark

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Calling the vote now. Sorry for the wait

Meet with the children of Arianka and present them what you were able to find in the dark: 4

Play with Meixiu and liberty and decide to use the former to train the pyskerists amongst your legions Aspirants:3

Ask Kanzeon if she has any plans for the worlds set aside for the alien citizens of Long-Jia:1

total votes: 8

So Lieren will Meet with the children of Arianka, and play with Meixiu and Liberty

writing now

The next snowball levitates an inch away from your cheek, the air around it distorting as it is compressed and hardened between two competing forces, two potent spirit's touches refined and controlled to the smallest invisible particle. One an open palm the other a clenched fist. Meixiu furrows, wrinkles her brow as she raises up a second hand to symbolically strengthen her telekinesis, powdered snow swirling around your ankles as Kanzeon titters and slaps you softly on the back of your head

"Go easy on her, you know that girl is a sore loser" She gently, loving scolds you as the snow ball crumbles under the pressure, before Meixiu can. Laughing, you lift a finger, and with a subtle expression of Spirit's touch, begin your counter attack as eleven snowballs are pressed, rolled and shaped in the air around you. The lifting laughter of Liberty soars into the air as she and Meixiu grin, the aspirants they had managed to cajole into joining their mischief or who had been assigned on "Psyker Watch" duty by their fully realized astartes brothers' eyes widening as they take cover. Liberty crouches down, gather snow as Meixiu, confidently crosses her arms and meets your barrage with one of her own, laughing as the snowballs explode, colliding mid air as your eyes glint with glee as you quickly pack one with your hands and toss it lightly.

Meixiu giggles as the softly pressed ball of ice explodes close enough to her head to shower her with flakes of snow. And then the games truly begin as the Aspirant Okeanos joins the fun and gives the children you're playing a mock battle with a smoke screen of a sudden, chilling mist. You play along, pretending to be blind as Meixiu and Liberty are joined by the other youngsters, who seeing their future gene-father idly playing, decide their discipline can lapse for one game. Or several.

Facing off against ten children, Meixiu, Liberty and the eight princes of your legion, with more charging down the snow covered hills to join the game and enter the fray, you're handily outnumbered, with Kanzeon just giggling as she watches from a safe distance, far enough away to not be confused for a combatant. The Aspirants are forming a perimeter and surrounding, penning you in beneath the mists, establishing flanks and forming groups to attack from every angle while obscuring the location of their strongest weapons. A smile tweaks on your face, as you note that this game will also be the perfect training exercise and lesson for your psykerist students amongst the Aspirants.

And for the rest, a lesson in warfare that they should be aware of the character of their allies. Meixiu is a cocky brat, often throwing herself against the few psykerists more potent than herself, but always challenging herself and improving. She's proud of her strength and her control. And usually takes the role of the "Monster" for other children to take down in play fights.

"Meixiu, hasn't this match become rather lopsided and unfair?"

Cont

With hands calmly slid in the sleeves of your robes, you plant the seeds of turmoil in the children's ranks and wait a moment, as your words ring through the silent battleground.

And then a wave of snow tosses and rolls a few of the Aspirants guarding Meixiu, giving them a lesson in blind trust as she slides across the snow, lifted a hair above it by telekinetic energy as she laughs and Liberty shouts back at her, calling her a traitor and taking the reins of command she left behind as the battle restarts, with the aspirants, now lead by Liberty, Okeanus and Khaliq Mina launching a textbook military encirclement followed by one of the Firestorm's favorite styles of barrages. The advancing march of artillery.

Unfortunately, while it is a sound tactic to eradicate a entrapped army. It can be countered quite easily, on the small scale of snowball fights, with practiced spirit's touch. And standing beside you is one of the greatest natural talents of that Psykerist art. A half sphere of kinetic force forms over head, the barrage of snow, ice and a few rocks splattering against it, before with a child's warcry, Liberty leads the Aspirants into the pocket of stilled winds, snow balls flying as you perform carps dance, laughing while lifting and reposition Meixiu, who is stuck still, focusing on maintain the "shell" over your heads as a ceaseless barrage of snowballs fall against it.

Your laughter joins that of the youths, and soon is broken by yelps of surprise and over dramatic yells of surprise as the lines and alliance in the snow ball fight blur, shifting constantly as one or another group decides it'd be more fun to play on your side, or decides it'd be more exciting to play against you after you get hit with a few snow balls directly in the face, one after the other. Meixiu and Liberty, however, remain opposed even as alliances are broken and made a new. It is all in good fun, and you show some of the aspirants how to form a rounded snow ball with a few pats of their hand, and teach them tricks to throw it further and with greater velocity as the snow fields become a child's battleground for hours, with the exact number of "Combatants" fluctuating as they break off to be trained by their seniors or to try out other winter games you've taught them, or Astartes join the fun. Kanzeon does eventually, after she is caught in the cross fire of two opposing factions of Aspirant's vying to join Meixiu's group of snow ball fighters. And that just makes it all the more entertaining.

But all games must come to an end, and this one, for you at least, does when you spot, on the horizon and cast by the setting sun, a maiden of frost and fire, silently observing. And after feigning final defeat by setting yourself against all of the youths still playing, teaching them the power of cooperation as they half bury you in snow with much more refined and cunning tactics than they'd showed in the morning, you slip away to meet with Arianka's children.
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>>6381435

"You have journeyed deep into the dark and into the shielded realm, reaching the furthest point beneath the mountain's roots and the source of this realm's ward" They address you as you dust off powdered snow from the top of your head "Have you found the treasure we seek"

"I have, and discovered what it is in truth" You explain "And have began efforts to replace it, so as not to damn the inhabitants of this world by stealing it away in the night"

The maiden of frost and flame circles around you, tittering.

"Gentle heart, though immersed in winter's chill" They tell you "Time is of no concern for us, we can wait until a replacement has been created to take the treasure, so long as it is not taken by our enemies"

And the spirit knew the Long-Jian meaning for the term enemy.

"It shall not be, I swear it. Though, why is the original needed, when I could create a replica for your purposes?" You ask as the spirit frowns and floats on the air, twirling a heel as they gather their thoughts and think.

"History" They answer shortly "While the entity within it could be reborn as a scion of our line, the original purpose we sought it out, is because of the emotions and belief that had been soaked and buried in its steel. It is a potent artifact, and if it can be drawn into the Warp or taken elsewhere, it may be turned into a tide turning weapon"

"I would've had to oppose you if you sought that gentle soul, for it is tyranny to force another upon a path they do not wish to walk, as grave a crime as murder in some circumstances" You explain

"And we would not like to cause strife with you, cage shaker" They say softly "Though I would like to meet the soul, someday. To thank it for safe guarding the treasure that may replace a key"

The crystal prison of Arianka. With Five...more likely six locks now. Having witnessed the power of the Dragon's heart, you now understand why her children seek it. If each lock represents a key owned by the Discordant Lords, then it would be more efficient to find an alternate means to crack them rather than search for and challenge the self titled chaos gods for each key, for undoubtly they have them hidden and well guarded

"I am sure that can be arranged, someday" You tell them, nodding once "But when the Dragon's heart is no longer needed nor inhabited by a host or one, you are free to claim it. But until it is vacant and emptied of its occupants, it is to remain in place"

"This is acceptable, for what is a few seasons more for us who have waited centuries for its release?" They ask as you are reminded of the...mutable nature of the flow of time within the manyfold realms of the Empyrean.
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>>6381436

And now that this business is settled, what do you do, Lieren?

>Inspired by the snowball fight and Arianka's dual natured daughters, create a pyskerist technique combing the golden fire and silver moonlight in your heart

>Keep talking with the maiden of rime and flames and ask her how long she and the other spirits have watched this world, from their point of view

>Remain on the planet to welcome Jinhai and begin the work establishing the Dragon Heart Array.

>Try to get in contact with your brother Magnus

>Write in

>>6381438
>Remain on the planet to welcome Jinhai and begin the work establishing the Dragon Heart Array.

>>6381438
>Create a psykerist technique
>Welcome Jinhai

>>6381438
>>Inspired by the snowball fight and Arianka's dual natured daughters, create a pyskerist technique combing the golden fire and silver moonlight in your heart

>>6381438
>Try to get in contact with your brother Magnus
I want to know how the expedition to help Lorgar went.

>>6381438
>Remain on the planet to welcome Jinhai and begin the work establishing the Dragon Heart Array.
They may not be in a rush but it's for the best if we complete the array sooner rather than later.

>>6381438
>>Try to get in contact with your brother Magnus

>>6381438
>Remain on the planet to welcome Jinhai and begin the work establishing the Dragon Heart Array.

>Try to get in contact with your brother Magnus

>>6381438
>Remain on the planet to welcome Jinhai and begin the work establishing the Dragon Heart Array.

>>6381438
Inspired by the snowball fight and Arianka's dual natured daughters, create a pyskerist technique combing the golden fire and silver moonlight in your heart: 2

Keep talking with the maiden of rime and flames and ask her how long she and the other spirits have watched this world, from their point of view: 0

Remain on the planet to welcome Jinhai and begin the work establishing the Dragon Heart Array: 5

Try to get in contact with your brother Magnus:3

Write in: 0

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Calling the vote now, Sorry for the wait.\

>>6382636
Thanks for the help

So Lieren will remain in the world and begin the work establishing the dragon array and also try to get into contact with Magnus

Writing now

[ Artifacted: Partial record taken from historical document, relating to Long-Jianese intervention on the world now classified as Fortress World: Karak-Kol, believed to have been written by a noted abhuman architect <Data Missing, formerly listed as redacted> who would go on to serve the Long-Jianese Ministry of Development and later, the Imperium of Man in establishing a number of vital fortress worlds for Conflict Classified as <Data removed pending repair and fact checking > ]

...Such magnificent machinery. My mentor in the engineering school back in Kol-Langk often had, on loan, an ancestral mechanism displayed to humble any too highly ambitious and freed minded student, but that heirloom from our old, storied history pales in comparison to the devices Langk Ankor has brought as per the trade and development agreements agreed upon by all four of the great elder councils. I am not permitted to work with the divinely inspired machines myself, for I am either reprimanded by the Angaz-Langk for approaching too near to their worksites, or else gently guided away by one of the simulacrums of the Steel Soul Sisters, who have become the subject of much rumor and hearsay amongst the youngins.

I was, however, granted the privilege and permission to aid other constructions and study lesser machines by the apparent eldest of the Sisters, Kan-Zeon, the bride of the great Langk Lieren, whom I have had the honor of serving under in the work crew and being given materials of research from the honored ancestors he refers to as the four geniuses of Langk Ankor. While many greybeards refuse to follow the orders of these foreigners who have proven to be friends, their pride preventing them from partaking in the improvements being wrought across the Underhollow, I am one of many of the younger generations who have been chosen to learn and explore the starry world outside of our mountain home.

And perhaps, one day, I shall be allowed to learn what the strange devices the elders and most venerable of our engineers are being taught how to construct and maintain by the direct hands of the Bride and Groom of Bryn and Gorlm. Thus far, my questioning had only gotten so far to enlighten me that they are a power array of sorts that will protect all four of the great clans beneath the mountains and even the sunlit world beyond. And as I was told this by my grandfather, I must presume that it is the truth and the small contributions I make to the effort to establish the system will enshrine my name forever in the honored halls of ancests

Note: Haggle for more of those exotic spices the Langk have brought with them, need to experiment distilling it into liquor/ fuel...

<End of preserved record >
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>>6382865
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"I'm sure there is nothing to worry about" Kanzeon tells you, rubbing your back as you fail at yet another attempt at reaching your brother, unable to get into contact with Magnus through a corrupted veil of the discordant energy barring your passage through the Empyrean "You couldn't travel there personally, because those parasites know you'd make an attempt. And haven't been able to contact the brother Magnus is saving, for the same reason. They're blocking your way"

"I cannot help but worry, my love" You sigh sadly, hanging your head in defeat and exhaustion, sweat beading on your brow and back "Magnus is the more potent and more talented psykerist between us, but the forces of discord, for all their wickedness , are mighty indeed and if they can block so completely that accursed world from even my subtlest of perception..."

"They are focused on you, rather than Magnus" She says sharply "That's all that means, it is the only way they can influence what is transpiring on that world, since the separation of dimensions would be too thick for them to pierce. Which is why your brother is there, rather than yourself, your presence would've allowed them to influence the material universe directly. Magnus, isn't a walking thinner of dimensional fabric, like yourself, my darling"

You frown, as she sits beside you.

"Worrying is just giving those malignant tumors of emotion and thought a small victory over you" She continues, smiling with a serenity matched only by distant stars lightning the night's sky "and thank you for the compliment, here's one in exchange. Worry does not befit your heroic visage. Just, relax and wait. Fretting when you have no power to change the outcome, will just..."

"You were going to say grey my hair?" You ask with a chuckle, as she runs her hand through your iron hued locks

"I was' She laughs at herself "But, you know what I mean. You might be a genetically engineered demi god, but even you can be brought low by stress and over concern. How does the saying of mice and lions go?"

"Even a lion may be overcome by an army of mice" You say, shrugging your shoulders "or similar, it has many regional variations. But I understand your intent, if I continue like this, I shall be slowly overcome by my own inner turmoil"

"More poetic than the intended message, but the meaning is the same" She says, softly petting your back as you try and put aside your concerns but "But he's your brother, and he's your brother. And you're being driven half mad that you can't do anything, personally, to rescue the latter from the machinations and abuse surrounding him. I know the feeling all to well, and while you're not trapped beneath a mountain like I was, the impediment is just as similarly insurmountable. There is nothing to be done, but wait and trust Magnus"

"I've come to realize, I much dislike feeling helpless" You grumble as she shakes her head
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>>6382866

"And that you're what I would call, a workaholic" She says "You still have trouble knowing when to quit and relax, Lieren, not that you can presently but the point stands"

"There is work to be done here" You agree, repeating an argument she'd used to try and sway you from exhausting yourself trying to sneak through or break down the wall blocking your way from reaching Magnus, but it is a bitter thought and you cannot quiet your heart nor your thoughts.

So what do you do, Lieren?

>Try instead to contact Amon on Prospero, to hear from him how Magnus' journey is progressing

>Send your late friends' and brothers' spirits to assist Magnus in anyway they can

>Try again

>Listen to your wife, and wait. There is work to be done here, that is just as important

>Write in

>>6382867
>Try instead to contact Amon on Prospero, to hear from him how Magnus' journey is progressing
And if that fails...
>Listen to your wife, and wait. There is work to be done here, that is just as important
Let's not be that guy who sends forces to the ass-end of nowhere just because he got worried that things aren't going well. If the gods are so hellbent on keeping us from seeing anything that we can't contact Amon either, then (as Kanzeon mentioned) that's effort that they're not spending interfering with Magnus, and our own efforts would be better spent doing things other than contesting their veil.

>>6382867
>Listen to your wife, and wait. There is work to be done here, that is just as important
Wifey knows best. What are the chances Lorgar has already fallen to Chaos? He was a piece of shit pretty much from the beginning so it wouldn't surprise me much.

>>6382867
>>Listen to your wife, and wait. There is work to be done here, that is just as important
>Write in
"I Love you Kanzeon."
Something not said enough, even though she already knows.

>>6382867
>Write in
Reach out and inform your Father what Magnus is doing in case he feels the need to step in. Deliver a message to our sons of reformations and teaching of a unified doctrine (the one we vote don earlier) that when they come to meet us the part sof our legion may merge seamlessly. Encorage them to work together once more, that you their father will be among them soon and you hope too see your sons fgetting along.
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I feel this is really important to get going now so when we do meet its not a culture shock, we'll also get a vague readout of current actions and their numbers.

>Listen to your wife, and wait. There is work to be done here, that is just as important
Then we wait.

"Have pataince young Panther, wait for the mist to crawl across the fields. Have patiance young panther and behold what prey it shall yield."

Boots trudged through blasted stone and the ash of a thousand men,

They crunched and that sound carried over the carrion silence that preceded final moments.

Brother Aalrik of the Second Legion still stood;

Valorous.

The alien hordes whose artillery had shelled his squads position for days were stunned into inaction seeing him emerge from the dust clouds.

Indomitable.

The Xenos had been entrenched for quite some time, he and his brothers were meant to infiltrate their den and assassinate their leader but they'd been detected; it didn't matter how now. His armour was rent open in a dozen places, he was an arm down and if he pulled the piece of re-bar from his chest he'd bleed out in moments. From the enemy lines came a regal looking creature, he... struggled to focus upon it but he saw how the others parted before it. Thinking was...hard, everything was slow...the world starting to spin.

He tried to raise his remaining arm, sword in his grip but no strength to lift it.

The blurry figure was coming closer.

His auspex pinned in his helm; status?

His knees gave out, he looked at them confused...why? He didn't want them to give out...he...he didn't want to go?

He felt the cool touch of a power field flicker under his chin, the creatures weapon making the kneeling astartes look up.

He couldn't see his enemy...so blurry, his eyes were failing him.

But then....behind them...

He saw a shadow, looming. Powerful.

Golden eyes staring down on him, judging yet full of warmth, full of pride yet sorrow.

He raised his hand towards the figure....his....his father.

He felt warmth, but then in a moment the visage was gone.

He saw his enemy, the outstretched hand became a grasp.

He held the wrist of his enemy and spoke

“Enemy commander located, commence bombardment on my position”

He felt fire only a moment later.

He thought of his distant father; Lieren.

Im coming home father, im coming h-

>>6382908
>Support.

Act as efficiently as we can.

>>6382867
>>6382908
Support

>>6382908
Support

A wise course of action >>6382908

>>6382908
>supporting this write in.

Ha, if the warp tumors are building a thunderdome around magnus then they're up to some bs and we need golden man to koolaid man his way in.

>>6382867
Try instead to contact Amon on Prospero, to hear from him how Magnus' journey is progressing: 1

Send your late friends' and brothers' spirits to assist Magnus in anyway they can: 0

Try again: 0

Listen to your wife, and wait. There is work to be done here, that is just as important: 9

Write in: 1
inform your Father what Magnus is doing:
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Calling the vote now. Sorry for the long wait, entirely my fault. I was messing around with a pocket knife and cut my hand accidentally, so I was waiting for it to heal before getting back to writing.

>>6382913
Excellent. Just the first few lines gave me chills. And then the ending, the part with Aalrik thinking about Lieren and his self sacrifice and final thoughts made me cry like a bitch. SSS tier work, anon

>>6384193
Thanks for counting, XD

So Lieren will listen to Kanzeon but also inform his father about what is going on with Magnus

Writing now

"But first, too soothe my conscience, there is one last act of meddling and interference I must perform" You say, placing a hand over Kanzeon's own as her emerald eyes, sharpen as she immediately scans your brain waves to realize your intent

"You're informing your father?" She asked, lips tightening into a pout as you nodded

"It is almost as if you can gaze upon and read the contents of my mind as freely as your own, my love" You lightly tease her as her brow knits together, furrowing as she shuts her eyes

"I know he trusts you to never be corrupted by those parasites of the Empyrean" She says, measuredly and strictly "But, I do recall his irritation of your constant clashing and searching for them, and how it had lead to an argument before. I personally, think you have the right idea, it can't be avoided, hidden, buried or redacted enough to stop being a problem"

"Sealing pure chaos is a a fool's challenger" You agree as she continues

"And I am sure he'll recognize your refraining from traveling and leaping to your brother's defense, was to avoid chaotic tampering. But I can't shake the feeling he'll be displeased that you plead with another of your brothers to go in your stead. While the boundary between dimensions would be stronger, without your presence, there is still clearly chaotic influence on that world" She says as you nod along, accepting her critique and argument without complaint or rancor

"And Magnus has become much more cautious in his dealings with the Warp, and it would be scarcely more troublesome for our father or dangerous for him than our other adventures together" You laugh and Kanzeon grinds her teeth

"You seem to find a thrill leaping into the worst hellpits you can find in pursuit of strangling the life out any evil you can find in them" She monotonously states, before chuckling "I'm probably worrying over nothing, you can sense intent better than even my habitual telepathic prying can, with a glance at that. But, it wouldn't be a breach of filial piety to not tell the whole truth, if your father does react...poorly"

"He is a man of great understanding and deep contemplations, I am confident he will take no issue with Magnus and My gambit to rescue a second brother" You assure her, before making preparations to contact your father "And this is not the only reason I wish to reach out to him, if I can get into contact with him then I must also..."

"Lieren?"

"Must also" You repeat, the thought cycling back as the thought suddenly slips from your finger, a queer sense of vertigo washing over you, crashing like a winter's chill wind against the totality of your existence as your ears and skull begin to ring, like a struck bell of a temple, a great pressure asserting itself upon your brow as sweat beads and.
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>>6384229

"Speak with my sons" You continue, blinking rapidly as blood dribbles from your nose, your spiritual sense shrieking as the world is colored in blossom on non existence colors "Lecture and scold them for misunderstanding the lessons and purpose of the Journey and..."

You lift your hand, wiping the blood from your nose as your ears continue ring and Kanzeon shakes your shoulder, looking gravely concerned as you sense her worries through her touch more than her potent spiritual presence.

"Something is wrong" You say, steadying yourself

"You were attacked just now" She said "You didn't notice"

"It was too sudden to defend myself, I was blind sided, spiritually. Something struck dissonance in my soul, but in the Warp my spirit is wreathed in eternal flames and shielded by innocence and pure and chill winds, so how could..." You say slowly as you try once again to step into the warp, looking closer rather than afar to try and reach your father and.

Spit up a mouthful of blood.

Jian Qi. Sie Nie. One or the other had sent one of their bastard spawn to strike you whenever you attempt to extend your spiritual sense. They were a phantom, a shadow. Attacking with great rapidity and retreating instantly, not drawing close but rather focusing the Miasma of their putrid Qi around you to stun you.

They were using the cracks in the spiritual wall of the world to retard your attempt to speak with your father, and to disguise their presence and conceal their true location in the depths of the great sea.

How do you go about solving this interference, Lieren?

>Simply confront the spirit directly and do battle with them to banish or chase them away so they can no longer impede you

>Weapon the Giggling Maid. Every Discordant Spirit she has run into, has been unable to tolerate her blithe presence for long

>...Just use the Golden Dragon Path. It'd take a lot of energy to open it briefly for a single messenger, but as Long Jia was in an age of expansion and progress there'd be little problem sourcing the power

>If the spirit thought it was a trickster, they had not ever faced Lieren before. Keep it focused on blocking your path, while you send Giggling Maid on an errand to Terra's portion of the Emperyean

>Write in

>>6384230
>Simply confront the spirit directly and do battle with them to banish or chase them away so they can no longer impede you

>>6384230
>If the trickster thought it was a clever bastard, they had not faced Lieren

>>6384230
>If the spirit thought it was a trickster, they had not ever faced Lieren before. Keep it focused on blocking your path, while you send Giggling Maid on an errand to Terra's portion of the Emperyean
Make sure to call Malcador Uncle and if there's another Primarch boop them on the nose

>>6384230
>...Just use the Golden Dragon Path. It'd take a lot of energy to open it briefly for a single messenger, but as Long Jia was in an age of expansion and progress there'd be little problem sourcing the power
Fine, we'll just send a physical message. We can even include reports of our progress building up the Long-Jian Star Empire, the integration of the various cultures, abhumans and xenos into the empire, and the activities of the Nameless and the value of Hysh as a tool against Chaos. Assuming Malcador's chosen overseer in the Nameless doesn't already have a means of contacting his boss to report their progress.

>>6384230
>If the spirit thought it was a trickster, they had not ever faced Lieren before. Keep it focused on blocking your path, while you send Giggling Maid on an errand to Terra's portion of the Emperyean

>>6384230
>>If the spirit thought it was a trickster, they had not ever faced Lieren before. Keep it focused on blocking your path, while you send Giggling Maid on an errand to Terra's portion of the Emperyean

>>6384230
>...Just use the Golden Dragon Path. It'd take a lot of energy to open it briefly for a single messenger, but as Long Jia was in an age of expansion and progress there'd be little problem sourcing the power


let's take advantage of chaos disadvantage to force projection in the materium.

>>6384230
>...Just use the Golden Dragon Path. It'd take a lot of energy to open it briefly for a single messenger, but as Long Jia was in an age of expansion and progress there'd be little problem sourcing the power

>>6384230
>If the spirit thought it was a trickster, they had not ever faced Lieren before. Keep it focused on blocking your path, while you send Giggling Maid on an errand to Terra's portion of the Emperyean

>>6384230
>If the spirit thought it was a trickster, they had not ever faced Lieren before. Keep it focused on blocking your path, while you send Giggling Maid on an errand to Terra's portion of the Emperyean

okay, giggling maid and dragons path aren't mutually exclusive. our opponent would have to divide their attention three ways at three different locations or risk lieren getting a message through.

What does it mean to be Astartes?

The First found would say; Conquest.

The Sigillite would say; Duty.

The Emperor himself, beloved by all would say; Fearless.

But in the Second Legion, among all the Sects and dispute their divides would give the same answer; Sacrifice.

Their father did not lie to them nor guild the truth of things with glorified falsehoods, they were the youths of mankinds worlds offered upon the altar of Prosperity. They were the blood tithe, they were the cost of mankind salvation.

That was the truth.

But Lieren? The Rainbringer, the Wise. Lieren the Beguiling Son; he offered them something no other Primarch offered their sons. Lieren the Trickster offered Truth, Lieren Tyrantbane offered them a choice. No member of the Second Legion was taken, they were all there because they took a stand, they stepped forward offering themselves truly aware of what it would cost.

That Choice alone made them something remarkable among the Legions, something that inspired dread beyond account. Imagine the will and fury of a man whom was shown the abyss and even with tears in their eyes stepped in front of their fellow man knowing what was coming?

Imagine now a legion of such men, of such Astartes?

No army can match them, no words will sway them, no doom will see them falter. Such a force has no equal in this world or the next.

Such clarity of purpose,

Such purity of soul,

Such unyielding humanity.

They much not remain in this Imperium lest all wilt in their long shadow. One cannot stand beside the saints of old or now, one cannot exist in the grace of such unyielding momentum which would turn all upon their fulcrum.

It is for that they must not remain or all will be in darkness cast by their light.

Calling the vote now

Simply confront the spirit directly and do battle with them to banish or chase them away so they can no longer impede you:1

If the spirit thought it was a trickster, they had not ever faced Lieren before. Keep it focused on blocking your path, while you send Giggling Maid on an errand to Terra's portion of the Empyrean: 6

...Just use the Golden Dragon Path. It'd take a lot of energy to open it briefly for a single messenger, but as Long Jia was in an age of expansion and progress there'd be little problem sourcing the power:3

Total votes: 10

So Lieren will send Giggling Maid on an errand while he distracts the spirit

>>6385306
Oooh, I really like this. Especially the titles you gave Lieren and the poetic reasoning for why the 2nd must not linger. very nice

>>6385540
If the spirit imagined themselves a trickster to surpass yourself, they had been most tragically ill informed of their quarry and their own abilities. Despite being pestered with just enough to make concentration and thus meditation deep and profound enough to project your mind and soul to the realm of your distant father, they were pre occupied. Tunnel visioned. Overly focused on you, their target. They must be a simple beast, to only imagine one means to prevent your hand from moving. To only imagine it as YOUR hand moving. Theirs was a closed, uncreative mind if the only method of impeding you was the aetheric equivilent of flicking your brow and overwhelming your focus and spiritual defenses with flashes of malevolence so intense as to make you spit up blood from the backlash of being hit by them in your spiritual eye.

"Worry no longer, I have found a means to overcome this malady" Your mutter, to comfort and ease the growing concerns and fears of Kanzeon as you bow your head and clap your hands thrice in a triangular fashion "But I must endure a few more whip strikes to accomplish my aim, so, prepare yourself"

"You stubborn ass" Kanzeon hissed, harshly but lovingly through her teeth as you purposefully did the spiritual equivalent of bouncing up and down and shouting to get the daemonic pests attention solely on you. A symbolic gesture, that just so happened to resemble a form of traditional child's play on Long-Jia, which was enough to summon Giggling Maid from where ever she had wandered off, the curious egg you'd entrusted in her care safely held in her arms as she bounced and gamboled and capered from the thick mists surrounding you, as blood began to ooze from your eyes and nostrils as you were slashed and slapped with bursts of condensed malefic intent.

"Maid" You greet kindly, as your focus is broken by a sudden down rush of creeping guilt and sorrow, shaped and twisted into a spindle arrow "I require your assistance"

She frowned, not speaking though you knew she was gravely disappointed that you hadn't simply invited her to play, completely ignoring that you were under assault by an invisible enemy. That might be, because she rarely perceived aggression or threats to herself, due to her innocence and deeply carefree nature, or because she simply knew you could, if you were so inclined, fly to find the forehead flicking focus breaking spirit and subjugate them. Her eyes rolled, her lips parted and she wore an expression of great discontent and irritation. But she listened, even as she groaned and belly ached, her annoyance acting as a focus to keep you from being pushed or thrown out of the spiritual realm due to the constant, distracting strikes shattering your meditations.
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"Seek out our father, and deliver unto him this message" You tell her, pulling a shimmering scroll from nothing, containing all of the information, context and emotion necessary to inform your father of the on going happenings with Magnus and the brother whose name you regretfully do not know yet "Do not be delayed or distracted, it is most pertinent that it is brought to him with utmost haste, be as the spring winds, my constant companion"

"Haaaaah" She groaned, pouting, brow furrowed and greatly troubled, rocking her head back and forth as she clutched the pearl egg close to her chest "It won't be fun, but it might be fun after, and it is very important for Magnus and the other one, they are in danger, so we can't really not do it, even if it is troublesome"

She bellyached like that for awhile, before flashing a beaming grin

"Alright! I'll do it! Not like I could refuse" She snickered "Thinking about the look on that one's face, and going on a real errand, make up for how boring of an errand it sounds to be, as will knowing it will help not only our families but many others. Maybe next time we can play, when stakes are not so dire"

"Perhaps, now go, I'll distract the devil while you slip by unnoticed and steal away into our father's dominion" You tell her before she frowns

"And Egg-er?" She asked softly, pouting again "I don't think they would be safe, even with their shell, in that golden cage"

"I will guard the egg in your stead" You answer "But they will return to your care after..."

And the moment she passed the egg off to you, she had began to sprint away, arms held out to her sides and hair flowing as she was followed by a whispering wind of phantom giggles as she snuck away as a child would, while you feint sending a sniping shot of contempt in the direction of your unseen enemy.

And, a harrowing thought came to the forefront of your mind as your spiritual vision was split between the Giggling Maid and the oncoming attack the pest had sent your direction in response to your last strike, one which was carried by much greater and more profound killing intent and four sorcerous incantations whose utterance could kill an ordinary human with every syllable uttered of their deeply corrupted Mantras.

And that thought was that when you sent The Maid on her errand, you did not have in the moment the presence of mind to give her detailed instructions of how to deliver the letter. While you knew she knew how to travel to your father's perceptions and hold audience with him, and she had a knack for traversing and wandering the warp in search of joy and merriment, there was something that you now worried she'd be unable to do properly or manneredly

Getting your father's attention respectfully, and without causing a stir. Her character was playful, for she was born of your innocence and blithe spirit and embodied them both. But she was also...something like a Empyrean Spirit. And lived and existed in the same realm as they did

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but dodging the attack sent your way and launching another diversionary counter attack, you repressed these concerns, because for all that she was a carefree soul, she shared you conviction and understanding of the importance of this task. And she was, at heart, a lively child and would not cause trouble or disturbance purposefully. And could be trusted to deliver your message in secret while you distracted the impediment placed in your path.
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And as Giggling Maid galloped towards the distant, golden castle in the sky, her tittering slowly tapered off as a look of deep concern, alien to her face and those of merry, good girls like her, settled and suppressed her ever present smile as a troubling thought crossed her mind that was most often only concerned with adventure and the fun she could find just over the next hill.

While she was clearly Lieren, in many ways, in many ways, she was also not. And while she didn't doubt she'd be recognized once they were acquainted, her father only knew Lieren, not Giggling Maid. And that might mean she'd be ignored, a fear shared by many children and something that happened to often when they had something important to tell their elders. And, being Lieren, she knew that the Emperor was very busy, Like Lieren and herself often were, but not busy in the way of seeing how many feathers she could pluck from a Jian Bird before they noticed they were getting a bald spot, or chasing after her friend the Clown of all Clowns. His toil was the preparations and beginnings of a star spanning war

The kind of paperwork that'd distract any father from their children. And this newly formed concern twisted like a knot in Maid's ever bustling heart, not as deep a concern as she felt for the safety of her new friend in the eggshell, but that she'd be unable to do as Lieren had asked or worse, only be able to do it slowly after waiting to be noticed by their ever busy father. But, the moment before despair set in, Giggling Maid grinned and began to skip away, faster, flying as if she were a stone hurled across still waters.

For, she, like all children knew deep in their hearts, that the best way to catch a parent's attention was to do mischief...

And what mischief did the Giggling Maid do, when she first met the emperor of mankind?

>Disguised herself as Lieren, and acted as though she'd been mortally wounded

>Pranking Uncle Malcador with some tricks her first friend that wasn't one of Lieren's already, taught her

>Delivering the message in parts by giving the Astartes of the second legion visions and dreams and visiting them on the battlefield

>...Rather than causing trouble in the material world, she'd just lead a few scary looking Daemons to the gate of her father's realm in the warp to get his attention

>Write in

>>6385573
>Pranking Uncle Malcador with some tricks her first friend that wasn't one of Lieren's already, taught her

>>6385573
>Delivering the message in parts by giving the Astartes of the second legion visions and dreams and visiting them on the battlefield

>>6385573
>Pranking Uncle Malcador

Uncle gonna have a small heart attack

>>6385573
>>Pranking Uncle Malcador with some tricks her first friend that wasn't one of Lieren's already, taught her

>>6385573
>Pranking Uncle Malcador with some tricks her first friend that wasn't one of Lieren's already, taught her

>>6385573
>Pranking Uncle Malcador with some tricks her first friend that wasn't one of Lieren's already, taught her
Can't... resist... teasing... Uncle Mal...

>>6385573
>>Pranking Uncle Malcador with some tricks her first friend that wasn't one of Lieren's already, taught her

>>6385573
>Pranking Uncle Malcador with some tricks her first friend that wasn't one of Lieren's already, taught her
Remembering an old jest played upon him, turn his drink into Dragon's Spit, and watch as he savors its "gentle and flowery palate".

>>6385573
>Pranking Uncle Malcador with some tricks her first friend that wasn't one of Lieren's already, taught her

looking at the other choices this is probably the best one since one of the options is basically pull THE cannon Magnus

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Calling the vote now, sorry for the wait.

Pranking Uncle Malcador with some tricks her first friend that wasn't one of Lieren's already, taught her: 8

Delivering the message in parts by giving the Astartes of the second legion visions and dreams and visiting them on the battlefield:1

Total votes:9

So Giggling Maid will get Malcador and the emperor's attention with a few goodnatured pranks

writing now

Was mischief. Nothing bought attention as cheaply or easily as a few good natured pranks. Of course it was harder to approach one's father for the "first" time with tricks and japes, since first impressions did matter and one should show respect to their parents. And while she had met the Emperor when Lieren did, the Emperor hadn't know about it then. So that was another obstacle to surmount, but as she skipped across eddies and whorls of corroding winds and liquidized demon flesh, Giggling Maid had another amazing idea.

She'd just bother Uncle Malcador. Who is used to handling Lieren's mischief and free spirited ways and who was much less defended and enshrined than their father. And whom would be much more vulnerable to being pranked than the austere and sagacious master of mankind. Tittering as she remembered hearing of the time the Emperor tricked his friend into drinking Dragon's spit, Giggling Maid skipped and ran freely as she sought out the familiar spiritual presence of the Sigilite.
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"The hermetic seals should block any and all warp influences within the heart of the Imperium's burgeoning capital" Malcador muttered ruefully, having been roused from his meditations by one of the "Nameless" who had been trained, carefully and rigorously on Terra, following the second son's reckless though inspired example

"Master Sigilite, I cannot explain the appearance of the phenomenon, the wards have not been disturbed, altered nor compromised" The agent, who had been one of the psykers that had been preparing to be trained by the Navis Nobilite before their abnormal resistance to chaotic influences were discovered accidentally "Yet..."

"Yet in the emperor's own walled garden, to display the healing biosphere of ancient, Venerable Terra", Malcador began to massage his temples "There have grown bushels and bushes of laughing flowers. That regrow when they are pruned or burned"

"That is one of the abnormalities" The agents admitted, pallid face flushing and beading with sweat

"The only one I have been directly informed of" Malcador said, warning with his tone "What others have occured"

"It doesn't follow any known pattern, or at least any I've been allowed to be taught and made aware of" The Nameless explained, wiping down their brow with a soot covered rag "There haven't been any injuries, mutations or madness. Just...annoyances, that all seem to surround"

Malcador cut them off with a stamp of their walking staff on the ground

"Myself" He presumed and his suspicions were confirmed with a nod "And the wards, both of the Emperor's own designs and that of his second son, have been unable to prevent the leak of warp energies. Yet, none of those who have encountered this phenomenon have been malignantly effected by it, and through all tests that have been performed, no trace of Chaotic influence or energies have been discovered to have been produced by the material remains of the phenomena or the energy it has produced"
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>>6388205

"Correct on all accounts, Master Sigilite. I'd almost say its like someone is trying to get your attention without causing a stir" The agent, voiced their opinon and Malcador frowned gravely

"The report of the laughing flowers mentioned an inexplainable mist seeping through the imperial green houses" Malcador continued "And, the other incidents, that I was not informed of, I will venture a guess that there to was present a mist or obscuring fog"

The agent thought for a moment, looked through a data slate and nodded in confirmation. Malcador could feel the dark cloud that had been gathering over his thoughts and the fear that chaos had somehow found a means to pierce through even the most potent of defenses, for an answer had been provided. The fog was a clear sign that this was the doing of the second Primarch, Lieren of Shangrala. Why he was being so covert and playful in his attempts to contact Terra, or why he chose to do about it in vague and nonsensical means as creating laughing flowers or as he can read on the Data slate, terrifying bureaucrats with the image of an illusionary panther that had taken up residence in Malcador's private chambers, was unknown. But, Lieren at times embodied the trickster archtype, like the mythological Sun Wukong. And at other times, found sport in confusing or baffling others.

"You may strike these incidents from the records, and cease all attempts to curtail or contain the abnormalities. Leave me in the garden, reassume your cover identity and wait until you recieve further orders" Malcador calmly commanded, and was soon left alone in the green house as mists without a source rolled in gradually. And he heard a chorus of giggling. Childish. Carefree. It brought to mind memories of his youth, many many years prior and the brief period of innocence he held. Was this Lieren's attempt to impart a lesson, like he did so often with the parables of his "Journey"? Malcador arced a brow and swept his staff, peering with both his physical and psionic sense, trying to breach the fog and force it to recede.

It grew thicker, wrapped around him and swirled, as shadows danced around him

"Lieren, I have no tolerance for whatever game you're playing" He scolded, reprimanding the empty air, knowing that the Fog Walker had a talent for remaining unseen, especially when in the fog. The giggling quieted and as he turned, a ball of snow flew by and was incinerated by reflex as he channeled his psyker powers to defend himself. Scowling, Malcador lifted his staff and commanded the fogs to thin as he stomped forward

"I tire of this game, present yourself immediately before...." He paused midstep, as a rubber bladder expelled the air blown into it with a sound like flatulence. It took all of the Sigilite's control to not lash out and physically reprimanded the primarch, and instead, summoning his will banished the mist.
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>>6388206

And saw, a much smaller uninvited guest than a Primarch. But felt his blood run cold and his heart cease as he saw the uncanny resemblance in the small girl who had a straw held between her fingers and who was chewing on the edge of a crumpled paper, golden eyes wide as Malcador, briefly, felt a shock of terror that Lieren had somehow produced a daughter

"Uncle Malcador" The witch child chirped, as Malcador's psyker sense honed in on and revealed to his great relief the entity in front of him, was not a second generation and female primarch. But a warp entity, one that was not aligned to chaos. But that relief was short lived, as he understood exactly what the girl was. A shard. An avatar. An aspect. And that was, only slightly less troublesome than what he originally feared

"I am going to have to have a long talk with Lieren" He hissed through his teeth as the girl spat out a mouthful of chewed up paper pulp and smiled, a halo of laughter surrounding them as they pranced up and with a very Lieren flourish, presented a scroll of pure thought. Cautiously, he reached for the document while trying not to look at the far too Lieren face of the creature before him, who was now jostling and circling around his legs as if they were a mortal child of flesh and blood.

"He wanted to talk, but my other half was prevented from doing so by those big bullies" The child innocently chirped "So he told me to go instead, to give you this letter"

"Are they trying to one up eachother?" The sigilite asked icily, to no one in particular, but the...thing in his company perked up and giggled, in that manner Lieren did where he imitated the maiden nobility of Shangrala and hid his mouth behind his sleeve. The longer Malcador observed the Aspect, the more unnerved their presence and appearance made him

"Brother Magnus went where Lieren couldn't" She said, tapping her brow. Malcador grabbed the manifested entity's wrist. Causing it to pout and tug to try and free itself, almost seeming confused and increasingly incensed that she was being treated even slightly roughly.

"Because of the brand" He asked directly "And now Lieren is blocked from communicating directly with us?"

The child nodded and bid him closer, pawing the air. He leaned closer and

Tensed in pain as his ear was bit by the impertinent brat, who then pulled their arm free and ran off into the mists. Malcador grimaced, rubbing his ear and unfurling the scroll, trying to ignore that the messenger was lingering near, glaring at him from behind one of the healthiest of Terra's first new growth trees, sticking out their tongue and blowing wet air in his direction.
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>>6388208

"...I'll need to bring this to Him" He said, pausing as he caught sight of the child and sighed "Do you want me to apologize?" It was not out of tenderness of his heart or guilt that he asked, but rather knowing that, since the entity was created from Lieren's personality that they would be just as capable as holding grudges and planning to avenge themselves

"Uncle Malcador is a meanie" The creature, said "I don't need to apologize, you do"

And then they came to an impasse. And the Sigilite reflected how humiliating it would be if his old foes would see him stalemated with a child. A child born of the warp and power of a Primarch, but a child none the less. And then, Malcador, having a theory that the entity was mischief made manifest, figured out a method to earn their pardon and forgiveness

"I am sorry. But I was just thinking of how to make make a fool out of Lieren's father, and so was rather short tempered and acted rashly" He began, knowing that a childish aspect wouldn't be able to resist the lure and...the little shit had drawn blood when she bit him! "If you would follow me, I'll let you join in our game"

"Oh?" The entity chirped as Malcador repressed the instinctive unease of the resemblance to the primarch "Well, maybe then I'll forgive you for being such a bully. I'm Giggling Maid. Blithe and Innocent Spirit. And Lieren will be very cross if I tell him you were mean to me"

Was it trying to threaten him? The sheer audacity was a sign that it was, in a certain point of view, progeny of Lieren. Or perhaps a sibling of sorts.

"I am grateful for your mercy and forgiveness, but it is a simple trick, involving a bucket of water..." Malcador began, thinking that it would quell his companion's anger if he brought to his attention the message Lieren had sent the "Giggling Maid" to deliver, after laughing off a harmless prank. He had needed to pay him back for that business with the native Shangrala liquor, for awhile now...
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And what do you do Lieren, when the Giggling Maid returns?

>Listen to her story about her errand, and complaints about Malcador

>Hear your father's response to and the actions he may take, if any, to assist Magnus and your unknown brother

>Pay her back by way of playing games with her and accompanying her on one of her wanderings.

>After hearing she succeeded, turn your focus to the work to be done on the Squat's world

>Write in

>>6388210
>Hear your father's response to and the actions he may take, if any, to assist Magnus and your unknown brother

>>6388210
>Hear your father's response to and the actions he may take, if any, to assist Magnus and your unknown brother
We need to stay in the loop if we are to judge our next actions, no multivoting simply focus on this.

>>6388210
>Hear your father's response.
We will hear about mapcador's complaints formally.

>>6388210
>>Hear your father's response to and the actions he may take, if any, to assist Magnus and your unknown brother

>>6388210
>Hear your father's response to and the actions he may take, if any, to assist Magnus and your unknown brother
You know, in hindsight we probably should have given the Emperor the location of Colchis instead of Magnus...

>>6388210
>Listen to her story about her errand, and complaints about Malcador

>Hear your father's response to and the actions he may take, if any, to assist Magnus and your unknown brother

>Pay her back by way of playing games with her and accompanying her on one of her wanderings.

>>6388210
God I love the Giggling Maid. She's such a great foil to all the grimdarkness of the setting.
>Listen to her story about her errand, and complaints about Malcador
>Hear your father's response to and the actions he may take, if any, to assist Magnus and your unknown brother

>>6388210
>Hear your father's response to and the actions he may take, if any, to assist Magnus and your unknown brother

>Pay her back by way of playing games with her and accompanying her on one of her wanderings.

>>6388210
>Listen to her story about her errand, and complaints about Malcador

>Hear your father's response to and the actions he may take, if any, to assist Magnus and your unknown brother

Oh NO MALCADOR IF YOU KEEP DOING THIS YOU MIGHT. . . develop a personality besides bitter and curmudgeonly

>>6388210

>Hear your father's response to and the actions he may take, if any, to assist Magnus and your unknown brother

She fucking bit Malcador thats so funny

>>6388210
>Listen to her story about her errand, and complaints about Malcador

>>6388210
I think it's important to pay her back and build a better relationship if we're going to ask her for stuff, or get to know ourselves... or just figure out what nonsense she's getting upto when our back is turned.

>Listen to her story about her errand, and complaints about Malcador

>Hear your father's response to and the actions he may take, if any, to assist Magnus and your unknown brother

>Pay her back by way of playing games with her and accompanying her on one of her wanderings.

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Calling the vote now. Sorry for the really long wait. Spring Allergies are kicking my ass
Hear your father's response to and the actions he may take, if any, to assist Magnus and your unknown brother:11

Listen to her story about her errand, and complaints about Malcador: 5

Pay her back by way of playing games with her and accompanying her on one of her wanderings.:3


Total votes:12

So Lieren will listen to Maid's story/ complaints then hear his father's response and the actions he may take to assist Magnus+ your unknown brother.

Writing now

"You seem to be of ill temper, Maid" You greet, as you the ringing laughter that heralds Giggling Maid's presence has a notable more bitter leaning than the usual entirely gleeful and blithe sounds of giggling and tittering "I presume there is a story behind that sour expression of yours and the pouting of your lips"

"It wasn't all bad" Giggling Maid, suddenly clambering up your back sighs "It was fun to start and near the end, but the middle was just awful! Uncle Malcador can't take a joke, despite how careful I was not to hurt or scare anyone too badly"

You nod, sensing that your other half has a complaint they wish to voice.

"Tell me about it" You decide that letting them vent is the best course of action to take, and with an exaggerated sigh, she hangs on your shoulders

"He looked at me like I was a thing and spoke so harshly to me, he was a bully! Even if he said sorry that isn't enough to forgive grabbing my arm and barking at me!" She laments, whimpering and kicking her legs "Too tightly wound and serious, no wonder he's more wrinkled than a dried prune!"

"But you two got along in the end, considering you come bearing a message?" You ask

"Well, he let me help to play a prank on our Papa" She snickers "But that doesn't change how churlish and rough he was with poor little me! I didn't do anything wrong, just enough to get his attention! You'd have laughed and enjoyed my mischief, I'm sure. There were laughing flowers, a shadow theater of panthers...I tried really hard to make him smile, but he only glowered and ruined my games"

You nod along. Knowing exactly why Malcador spoiled Giggling Maid's fun and that is because it was warp phenomenon, though you do not think he should've been so roughly manner and domineering towards her. Maid is an innocent soul, even if she is prone to flights of whimsy and mischief, she'd meant no harm and most likely was confused why she was being reprimanded or punished when in her eyes she was just trying to make friends with Malcador and lighten his dour mood.

"He didn't even play along with hide and seek or call me by name properly!" She continues to grouse and bellyache, as you, rapidly, understand this is probably the first scolding Maid has ever received or rough treatment that could actually reach her. Considering her aura of laughter, that you also possess, is anathema to most denizens of the warp due to the true innocence it represents.

"We will have to pay him back for this, another time" You seriously promise her as she continues kicking her legs and pouting "But what was the prank you two played together"

"Oh!" She perked up and cackled, wagging her head back and forth "We dropped a bucket of dirty water on our papa's head. You should've seen it! It was hilarious! He looked like a wet, golden cat! He got angry, but he didn't shout at me like Malcador and take hold of my wrist like this and..."
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>>6390340

She, to her best abilities, tried to demonstrate how the Sigilite had handled her, on your much larger, sturdier wrist

"We must have inherited some of our sense of humor from him" You laugh "And how did our father respond to our message"

The Giggling Maid, lips parted and eyes empty, thought for a moment.

"He thanked us for bringing it to his attention and was grateful you did not risk another direct encounter with the Discordant Powers" She says "I made sure he knew Magnus knew what he was getting into, and the risks of the Journey and Quest, and that he knew it was much safer if he went rather than you cause"

She stuck her tongue out, and lifted up her bangs, a shimmering copy of your brand briefly flashing across her brow before she tittered and let her hair drop

"He was very understanding, not as mad as we thought he'd be" She says cheerfully

"And is that all?" You ask and she shakes her head

"He can't directly help our brother, but he can give him insights and knowledge pertaining to chaos, to ensure he can more completely root out the threat" She continued "But he didn't seem much concerned about that one bald toad you scared to death, but he's probably croaked"

She puffed out her cheeks and snickered at her own joke

"Does that make you happy?" She asked earnestly, knocking her forehead against yours

"It does. You've alleviated a great well of stress that had been troubling me, Maid' You chuckle, and pat her on the head, before handing her the Pearl Egg "And I made sure to keep this little one safe during my match with that damned sniper of a spirit"

Her eyes lit up and she grabbed the egg and rolled off of your back, smiling as she held it close to her chest and started humming. Her hopping, dance like movements reminded you of Akanksha. You'd have to visit her and Feng's household, some time. But now there was work to be done, even if The Maid would prefer you to be carefree and join her in her romps and adventures in the realms of spirits.

And, as you begin work on the Dragon Heart Array, do you divide your focus elsewhere, Lieren?

>Yes, on further training your future Astartes

>Yes, on ensuring the spread and continued prosperity of all peoples and species of Long-Jia

>Yes, on Giggling Maid since she is still a mystery to you in many ways

>No. The array must be your focus, even if it may take seasons to complete

>Write in

Sorry I took so long, but allergy season has been worse than it usually is for me

>>6390341

>Yes, on further training your future Astartes
Specifically thanks tot he teaching of armoured rapid breach/deployment we have maybe we begin to meld it with the hunting methords we have. An anon wrote something a few threads back which was a perfect methord; Lair Doctrine or something? But that is behind the write in.

But the priority is....
>Write in
Let us not get distracted here, the initial reason we dealt with this sniper was SO we could reach out to our sons to begin lining them up with what we're doing here so that when they merge it is seamless. We can also make use fo that time to clear up their fractured state, ensure our Sons aboard (also gives us news as too how stuff is going!)

[Help the glorious bear fo Terra get in touch with his War Hound friend!]

>>6390341
>Yes, on Giggling Maid since she is still a mystery to you in many ways

>>6390350
I think it's better to whip the Legion into shape in person once we join the Crusade, like we did with the 200. Last time we tried imparting wisdom to them through the warp, they had a radical Legion-wide schism.

>>6390341
>No. The array must be your focus, even if it may take seasons to complete

>>6390341
>No. The array must be your focus, even if it may take seasons to complete

we DO need this array to be as peak as possible.

>>6390341
>>No. The array must be your focus, even if it may take seasons to complete

>>6390341
>No. The array must be your focus, even if it may take seasons to complete

>>6390341
>>No. The array must be your focus, even if it may take seasons to complete

besides the spirit its the machine that houses it that we want too correct?

>>6390341
>Yes, on ensuring the spread and continued prosperity of all peoples and species of Long-Jia