@Loo Tenant pretty good, just waiting for the next post ;$
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My name is Paradoxial. I mainly focus on creating original roleplays, though I do love participating in others!
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@wampower any ETA?
Post up! :)
“There is no truth in flesh, only betrayal."
"There is no strength in flesh, only weakness."
"There is no constancy in flesh, only decay."
"There is no certainty in flesh but death."
— Credo Omnissiah
Shrapnel and las-fire filled the air, screams of the dying and pants of the weary
binding together in a beautiful symphony of death. Ciaphus’es sensory modules registered this, hooked into the Indomitable Spirit he could see every viewpoint that the locomotives various cameras could give. The cultists and gene-stealers alike were of such little importance however, and he soon divided his optical processing power to the various arcane and mechanical aspects to start up the train. Servitors rushed around the domed control room, meticulously coded and ordered for specific tasks. To the uninitiated it would seem as though every body acted on its own, but in fact only Ciaphus moved of free will, constructing and modifying organized lines of code and rite, structured and sent through the Omnissiahs will to hundreds of servitors around the train.
The whirring and hissing of the controls were automatically tuned out of his Auditory modules as he began to administer the sacred rites. His monotone, vox laden voice resonated about the chamber, heard only by the Bustling servitors and the machine spirit itself. praise be to him, the source of all knowledge, the supreme one of all. Once again give rise to this great locomotives Machinations once again, so that your humble servant my ferry your peoples to safety. Lend this machine spirit your perfect and awe inspiring power so that its Adamantine tracks and Hex-steel Armor can endure the many heresies and defilers that prostrates themselves before it. Praise the Omnissiah, praise be to the God in the Machine!” With a groan and a shudder, the various cogitators around the Indomitable spirit slowly glowed once more. Auto flak cannons awoke and poured fiery death upon the heretics gathered outside. Registered but unnoticed, the doors of the transport and passenger cars began to squeal and whine, sparks flew as the auto locking mechanisms began to to shut. It was clear that the train would soon make its way out of the doomed hive.
"There is no strength in flesh, only weakness."
"There is no constancy in flesh, only decay."
"There is no certainty in flesh but death."
— Credo Omnissiah
Shrapnel and las-fire filled the air, screams of the dying and pants of the weary
binding together in a beautiful symphony of death. Ciaphus’es sensory modules registered this, hooked into the Indomitable Spirit he could see every viewpoint that the locomotives various cameras could give. The cultists and gene-stealers alike were of such little importance however, and he soon divided his optical processing power to the various arcane and mechanical aspects to start up the train. Servitors rushed around the domed control room, meticulously coded and ordered for specific tasks. To the uninitiated it would seem as though every body acted on its own, but in fact only Ciaphus moved of free will, constructing and modifying organized lines of code and rite, structured and sent through the Omnissiahs will to hundreds of servitors around the train.
The whirring and hissing of the controls were automatically tuned out of his Auditory modules as he began to administer the sacred rites. His monotone, vox laden voice resonated about the chamber, heard only by the Bustling servitors and the machine spirit itself. praise be to him, the source of all knowledge, the supreme one of all. Once again give rise to this great locomotives Machinations once again, so that your humble servant my ferry your peoples to safety. Lend this machine spirit your perfect and awe inspiring power so that its Adamantine tracks and Hex-steel Armor can endure the many heresies and defilers that prostrates themselves before it. Praise the Omnissiah, praise be to the God in the Machine!” With a groan and a shudder, the various cogitators around the Indomitable spirit slowly glowed once more. Auto flak cannons awoke and poured fiery death upon the heretics gathered outside. Registered but unnoticed, the doors of the transport and passenger cars began to squeal and whine, sparks flew as the auto locking mechanisms began to to shut. It was clear that the train would soon make its way out of the doomed hive.
Don’t worry! Been really busy but you still have a conductor ;)
Name: Artisan Adept Ciaphus
Age: 473
Gender: Orgination: male.
Height: 6’4
Weight: 358
Notable Physical Features: Mechadendrite Tentacles, various appendages to control the Locomotive, no flesh visible.
Mutations: N/A
Appearance:
Equipment and Gear: Ornate mechanicus ritual robes, various appendages designed for proficiency with train control and Cogitator Usage.
Prefered Weapon: Ciaphus was not designed for combat, but will viciously rip apart foes with his tentacles if the logical need arises.
backstory
Ciaphus, The Artisan Adept has grown in pursuit of perfection. Glory to the Omnissiah, He was assigned to Hypecia and given the task of constructing its locomotive system. If he could feel emotions Ciaphus would have experienced complete bliss. He runs his train, The Indomitbale Spirit with cold will and iron speed, running and controlling his servitor crew with brutal efficiency to ensure the fastest of times and the littlest amount of error made. However this is all not well known, as he is a secretive adept. Most have never heard or seen him, and very few have heard His scratchy, fox laden voice over the loudspeakers. When the evacuation commenced Ciaphus received word that he was to stay and direct any followers to the hive city. From this direction, he has spread his skeleton crew of servitors all over Hypecia to gather whoever remains. Any other Information Is classified and can only be given to [REDACTED], such as train route, optimal efficiency, passenger lists,and optimal threats
Age: 473
Gender: Orgination: male.
Height: 6’4
Weight: 358
Notable Physical Features: Mechadendrite Tentacles, various appendages to control the Locomotive, no flesh visible.
Mutations: N/A
Appearance:
Equipment and Gear: Ornate mechanicus ritual robes, various appendages designed for proficiency with train control and Cogitator Usage.
Prefered Weapon: Ciaphus was not designed for combat, but will viciously rip apart foes with his tentacles if the logical need arises.
backstory
Ciaphus, The Artisan Adept has grown in pursuit of perfection. Glory to the Omnissiah, He was assigned to Hypecia and given the task of constructing its locomotive system. If he could feel emotions Ciaphus would have experienced complete bliss. He runs his train, The Indomitbale Spirit with cold will and iron speed, running and controlling his servitor crew with brutal efficiency to ensure the fastest of times and the littlest amount of error made. However this is all not well known, as he is a secretive adept. Most have never heard or seen him, and very few have heard His scratchy, fox laden voice over the loudspeakers. When the evacuation commenced Ciaphus received word that he was to stay and direct any followers to the hive city. From this direction, he has spread his skeleton crew of servitors all over Hypecia to gather whoever remains. Any other Information Is classified and can only be given to [REDACTED], such as train route, optimal efficiency, passenger lists,and optimal threats
<Snipped quote by The Fated Fallen>
Even then, tech priests like Dirka who care more about science than worship would see it more as a learning opportunity. There adepts, such as the character from the Horus heresy series Correl Zeth, make everything about learning as much as possible. They see the cruel process of turning one to a servitor, or a heavily restricted Skitarii, as something for criminals and traitors only.
<Snipped quote by Loo Tenant>
In most cases yes, but There have been the occasional adept that has put heavy restrictions on them to where they are not much better than servitors in many cases.
Haha, the over religious, secretive, ritual bound, barely science based adept you’re talking about is basically my entire character! (Also considering the entire train is run by dozens of servitors under Ciaphus’es direct control.
Think I fixed the picture :) let me know if it’s still broken
Name: Artisan Adept Ciaphus
Age: 473
Gender: Orgination: male.
Height: 6’4
Weight: 358
Notable Physical Features: Mechadendrite Tentacles, various appendages to control the Locomotive, no flesh visible.
Mutations: N/A
Appearance:
Equipment and Gear: Ornate mechanicus ritual robes, various appendages designed for proficiency with train control and Cogitator Usage.
Prefered Weapon: Ciaphus was not designed for combat, but will viciously rip apart foes with his tentacles if the logical need arises.
backstory
Ciaphus, The Artisan Adept has grown in pursuit of perfection. Glory to the Omnissiah, He was assigned to Hypecia and given the task of constructing its locomotive system. If he could feel emotions Ciaphus would have experienced complete bliss. He runs his train, The Indomitbale Spirit with cold will and iron speed, running and controlling his servitor crew with brutal efficiency to ensure the fastest of times and the littlest amount of error made. However this is all not well known, as he is a secretive adept. Most have never heard or seen him, and very few have heard His scratchy, fox laden voice over the loudspeakers. When the evacuation commenced Ciaphus received word that he was to stay and direct any followers to the hive city. From this direction, he has spread his skeleton crew of servitors all over Hypecia to gather whoever remains. Any other Information Is classified and can only be given to [REDACTED], such as train route, optimal efficiency, passenger lists,and optimal threats
Age: 473
Gender: Orgination: male.
Height: 6’4
Weight: 358
Notable Physical Features: Mechadendrite Tentacles, various appendages to control the Locomotive, no flesh visible.
Mutations: N/A
Appearance:
Equipment and Gear: Ornate mechanicus ritual robes, various appendages designed for proficiency with train control and Cogitator Usage.
Prefered Weapon: Ciaphus was not designed for combat, but will viciously rip apart foes with his tentacles if the logical need arises.
backstory
Ciaphus, The Artisan Adept has grown in pursuit of perfection. Glory to the Omnissiah, He was assigned to Hypecia and given the task of constructing its locomotive system. If he could feel emotions Ciaphus would have experienced complete bliss. He runs his train, The Indomitbale Spirit with cold will and iron speed, running and controlling his servitor crew with brutal efficiency to ensure the fastest of times and the littlest amount of error made. However this is all not well known, as he is a secretive adept. Most have never heard or seen him, and very few have heard His scratchy, fox laden voice over the loudspeakers. When the evacuation commenced Ciaphus received word that he was to stay and direct any followers to the hive city. From this direction, he has spread his skeleton crew of servitors all over Hypecia to gather whoever remains. Any other Information Is classified and can only be given to [REDACTED], such as train route, optimal efficiency, passenger lists,and optimal threats
@The Fated Fallen doin good, and yes I finally have my scheduled semi cleared for some RP!
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