Previous Threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%202nd%20Primarch%20Quest_Deep down, far below even the furthest reaching roots of the ice capped mountains, distant from even the faintest beam of sunlight can reach, a Primarch and a collection of long dead souls hold audience, conversing across the gulf of bleakest reality enforced by the anti warp generators that had longed protected the Squat descendants of the original colonists of the world.You were talking with one of the kindest most gentle souls, one who by every right should've been born and usurped the souls inhabiting the technology that had been its cradle but instead was content to exist only within the ambient, background collective thought and soul stuff that so many souls so tightly packed together in code and wire had spawned, like a whisper in the ear or a breeze brushing against one's bare nape. They had agreed to permit you a chance to replace the ancient machinery that powered the gellar field that surrounded much of the planet and its interior, through creating an array and network of lesser replicas of the Archeotech "Dragon's Heart" That had so banished the warp that drawing too near to it could strip men of their souls. However, the process of separating the souls to grant them freedom if they wished, apart from the collective, to continue their duty or else be free from it, would inevitably condemn the gentle soul to death. No. Something far more dire than death. Non existence. Having never been. And even a creature like the unmade gestalt possessed a fear of death, and while the digitized ancestors of the Squat people debated and argued if they should trust your plan, they were unaware of the trembling, frightened soul that had been partially formed of all of their essences and thoughts.They were afraid. Your philosophy guide, the Journey, advised one to not fear death or their own demise. For it was inevitable, all things must one day perish. Even infinity was finite. Eternity was simply a concept, rather than a truth. It was simply the nature of life and being, that it must one day be terminated and cease. Breathing out, centering your mind and calming your heart, you thought how best to comfort the gentle soul. Even though you would do all in your power to prevent their erasure. "Death is natural, even for beings such as yourself" These words were met with an immediate reaction, a chilling torrent of mortal terror, the fear of death, rising panic, dying the white void that the Dragon's Heart enforced in the realm of souls. You endured the storm, facing it and weathering it as your conversation partner tried to rein in and control their panicked swell of emotions and compose themselves as the most natural fear of all was inflicted upon them like an arrow to the heart.You held up an appeasing, soothing hand and took in a deep breath, frost coating your lips as your ever burning pyre of a soul flickered and dancedCont
>>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>>"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"
