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I have no Internet. I do not know when I will have Internet. I will update when I do know. Until then, I won't be able to post.
Sorry
it's as if the gods themselves want you not to post :O
Works for me too.
Not to mention, we still need the team discussion of how we'll approach the party anyway :P
Not to mention, we still need the team discussion of how we'll approach the party anyway :P
Returning down to the living room where the rest of the group resided, Adrianne arrived in time to hear Zhevon's concern about Zhevon's preferences in regards to staves.
"Most male psykers, especially adolescents tend to want the largest staves possible." Adrianne would remark with a smirk, though spoke with little apparent intention.
"But... either way, I've checked with Stukov and decided to take him as my apprentice. As for now, I've ordered him to get some much needed rest and food. He will need every bit of his strength for the days to come." Adrianne would then explain to the rest of the group, making it clear that Stukov would indeed be a viable candidate for apprenticeship.
"I just hope he doesn't try to hang himself or something. He really was in a dark place when I met him."
Adrianne was no stranger to the hardships that people often endured when they moved from 'normal' life over to the highly regulated and institutionalized life of a psyker. Being ostracized from the rest of society, losing all old family and friends; without even mentioning the powers and the whispers themselves; tended to be a very traumatizing experience for many.
In a way, Adrianne had been sort of lucky. She had been too young to really understand what was going on when she had been discovered and taken away. Her childish mind and adventurous spirit had found the whole experience to be rather exciting and cool, never quite understanding the actual seriousness or gravity of it until she was much older. She had made most of her friends at the institute, the place she had spent the vast majority of her life as a child. In fact, she had little recollection of her life before being taken away; most of it only being vague memories and flickering, unfinished images.
In fact, her memories of her past life were so distant that she quite simply didn't care about them. Her family had, and always would be; the institute.
By the time she was 16, she had known nothing but the walls of the institute, and the people living within it. It in turn had steeped her in lore and knowledge in regards to her psychic abilities, girding her mind against the warp through copious amounts of specialized training, meditation and trials. Most of the people she knew had psychic gifts. Almost all of her friends back then were psykers, and though they had quarreled, competed and fought sometimes, it had all served to to only steel them all for the challenges posed by the warp that would inevitably face them later in their lives. Whenever she had ever had a problem in regards to her powers, she had been surrounded by like-minded people, often people experiencing the very same things; everyone able to understand what she might have been going through.
A life without psychic powers, without the familiar, haunting whispers, without supernatural abilities - was quite simply alien to her until her first assignment.
For Stukov, it was the complete opposite. He was a man who had never submerged himself in the warp, only seen it at a distance; most often down through the barrel of a gun. Taught to fear it, he had only seen the warp at its worst; when it devoured ships, tore men apart or disgorged legions of twisted, daemonic aberrations on him and his crew.
"Poor man... "
"As for Stukov's equipment, it will take time to requisition something. Though there exists plenty of standardized equipment, it's better if we can get something made to his own specs. I do however have some items of my own lying around, some of which I'm sure he could use." Adrianne then said, returning to the question of Stukov's equipment.
Throughout her life, she had gathered no small amount of items for her role as a psyker. Some items were things she had used in the past. Other items were loot she had scavenged among her travels. And other items were items she had bought, thinking she might need them in the future; without an occasion to use them never really arising.
"Most male psykers, especially adolescents tend to want the largest staves possible." Adrianne would remark with a smirk, though spoke with little apparent intention.
"But... either way, I've checked with Stukov and decided to take him as my apprentice. As for now, I've ordered him to get some much needed rest and food. He will need every bit of his strength for the days to come." Adrianne would then explain to the rest of the group, making it clear that Stukov would indeed be a viable candidate for apprenticeship.
"I just hope he doesn't try to hang himself or something. He really was in a dark place when I met him."
Adrianne was no stranger to the hardships that people often endured when they moved from 'normal' life over to the highly regulated and institutionalized life of a psyker. Being ostracized from the rest of society, losing all old family and friends; without even mentioning the powers and the whispers themselves; tended to be a very traumatizing experience for many.
In a way, Adrianne had been sort of lucky. She had been too young to really understand what was going on when she had been discovered and taken away. Her childish mind and adventurous spirit had found the whole experience to be rather exciting and cool, never quite understanding the actual seriousness or gravity of it until she was much older. She had made most of her friends at the institute, the place she had spent the vast majority of her life as a child. In fact, she had little recollection of her life before being taken away; most of it only being vague memories and flickering, unfinished images.
In fact, her memories of her past life were so distant that she quite simply didn't care about them. Her family had, and always would be; the institute.
By the time she was 16, she had known nothing but the walls of the institute, and the people living within it. It in turn had steeped her in lore and knowledge in regards to her psychic abilities, girding her mind against the warp through copious amounts of specialized training, meditation and trials. Most of the people she knew had psychic gifts. Almost all of her friends back then were psykers, and though they had quarreled, competed and fought sometimes, it had all served to to only steel them all for the challenges posed by the warp that would inevitably face them later in their lives. Whenever she had ever had a problem in regards to her powers, she had been surrounded by like-minded people, often people experiencing the very same things; everyone able to understand what she might have been going through.
A life without psychic powers, without the familiar, haunting whispers, without supernatural abilities - was quite simply alien to her until her first assignment.
For Stukov, it was the complete opposite. He was a man who had never submerged himself in the warp, only seen it at a distance; most often down through the barrel of a gun. Taught to fear it, he had only seen the warp at its worst; when it devoured ships, tore men apart or disgorged legions of twisted, daemonic aberrations on him and his crew.
"Poor man... "
"As for Stukov's equipment, it will take time to requisition something. Though there exists plenty of standardized equipment, it's better if we can get something made to his own specs. I do however have some items of my own lying around, some of which I'm sure he could use." Adrianne then said, returning to the question of Stukov's equipment.
Throughout her life, she had gathered no small amount of items for her role as a psyker. Some items were things she had used in the past. Other items were loot she had scavenged among her travels. And other items were items she had bought, thinking she might need them in the future; without an occasion to use them never really arising.
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And probably the most dead set against the Warp, to be honest. Old minds are slow to change, slower than young ones, at any rate.
I couldn't help but get a very Star Wars feel when writing my last post. The Sith & Apprentice vibes were real! xD
"Safety is the first step to fighting against the enemies of the Imperium." Adrianne would smile before raising her fist and softly clanking the armored back of her fist against her plated chestguard, functioning much like an extra ribcage around her upper torso.
"One must live to serve the emperor. Ours is not to die, but to make our enemies do the dying. Half of a soldier's training, and usually the first he learns, is how to stay alive and take care of himself."
Adrianne then moved her hand to motion towards a small, bone like metallic tendril that stretched out under her chest, originating from her back where it connected to a black, artifical spine attached from the back of her suit, with dim, orange lights originating at the side of the black metal vertebra blades that stemmed from her refractor field generator.
The Imperium had many enemies, and their numbers were seemingly endless. The empire's own assets however, were clearly not. Adrianne knew the virtue of sacrifice, and how it could sometimes be necessary, but as a general rule; it was a far better policy to stay alive.
"Push yourself too hard, Stukov, and you will soon have nothing more to give to the Emperor." Adrianne would say, motioning towards Stukov's throat where his voice augmentation had been installed.
As the Stukov was inspecting the blade of the staff, which had seemed to have garnered most of the armsan's interest, Adrianne simply smiled as she reached to pick up her own beer.
"The power blade is steeped in the raw essence of the warp. The blade is much older than the enchantment, which was added by my old mentor on Mordran V when the planet was visited by a warpstorm... " Adrianne explained, pausing for a moment as she looked away, before returning to Stukov.
"It enhances its power in the material world, but especially against creatures of the warp. It also serves as a reserve for me to draw from, should I ever need to amplify my power."
As Stukov's eyes began to burn like sapphires, and the room's temperature dropped sharply, Adrianne remained calm in her chair; almost as if neither Stukov's sudden outburst or the cold affected her in the slightest. Listening to the man talk with a patient gaze, Adrianne uncorked her beer can to take a sip, but would notice that nothing came out of it. The beer inside had been frozen solid.
"I should have brought something with a higher alcohol percentage."
With a small look of dismay, Adrianne would simply put the frozen beer can away before returning her attention to Stukov.
"What do you do?" She finally said, having waited a couple of seconds after Stukov had finished his small burst of outrage.
"You continue doing what you have always done, Stukov. That which you have done your whole life aboard the vessels of the imperium. What you did recently at the factory. What you will do in the days to come. You will continue to serve the Emperor, using your old skills alongside your newfound powers to vanquish his enemies." Adrianne smiled, before standing up from her chair, having to hold it in place slightly as parts of the metal on the chair had frozen onto her suit.
"The Sisters will not touch you, for you are a member of the Inquisitor's retinue until he deems you unfit for service. You proved yourself in the factory, facing down daemons and cultists alike. That makes you eligible to be my student, my apprentice. I will guide you in the days to come in the ways of your new life, to make you a worthy asset to the Inquisitor, and ultimately, to the Imperium."
Adrianne turned to walk away with her staff in hand, before stopping by the door. There she eyed a panel by the wall, some of the button to control the temperature in the room. Clicking on some of them, she upped the heating in Stukov's room to begin a process of defrosting.
Turning her head around to give Stukov a final look, she pointed at him with her staff.
"As your new Master, my first orders to you are that you get something to eat, and then some sleep. And that's an order, armsman... "
Adrianne would suddenly pause, looking away for a moment as if something just crossed her mind, before glancing back at Stukov.
" ... or rather; apprentice."
And with that final world, Adrianne left Stukov's room, shutting the door behind her leaving him only to listen to the hum of the generator in the room as it began thawing the frost around him.
"One must live to serve the emperor. Ours is not to die, but to make our enemies do the dying. Half of a soldier's training, and usually the first he learns, is how to stay alive and take care of himself."
Adrianne then moved her hand to motion towards a small, bone like metallic tendril that stretched out under her chest, originating from her back where it connected to a black, artifical spine attached from the back of her suit, with dim, orange lights originating at the side of the black metal vertebra blades that stemmed from her refractor field generator.
The Imperium had many enemies, and their numbers were seemingly endless. The empire's own assets however, were clearly not. Adrianne knew the virtue of sacrifice, and how it could sometimes be necessary, but as a general rule; it was a far better policy to stay alive.
"Push yourself too hard, Stukov, and you will soon have nothing more to give to the Emperor." Adrianne would say, motioning towards Stukov's throat where his voice augmentation had been installed.
As the Stukov was inspecting the blade of the staff, which had seemed to have garnered most of the armsan's interest, Adrianne simply smiled as she reached to pick up her own beer.
"The power blade is steeped in the raw essence of the warp. The blade is much older than the enchantment, which was added by my old mentor on Mordran V when the planet was visited by a warpstorm... " Adrianne explained, pausing for a moment as she looked away, before returning to Stukov.
"It enhances its power in the material world, but especially against creatures of the warp. It also serves as a reserve for me to draw from, should I ever need to amplify my power."
As Stukov's eyes began to burn like sapphires, and the room's temperature dropped sharply, Adrianne remained calm in her chair; almost as if neither Stukov's sudden outburst or the cold affected her in the slightest. Listening to the man talk with a patient gaze, Adrianne uncorked her beer can to take a sip, but would notice that nothing came out of it. The beer inside had been frozen solid.
"I should have brought something with a higher alcohol percentage."
With a small look of dismay, Adrianne would simply put the frozen beer can away before returning her attention to Stukov.
"What do you do?" She finally said, having waited a couple of seconds after Stukov had finished his small burst of outrage.
"You continue doing what you have always done, Stukov. That which you have done your whole life aboard the vessels of the imperium. What you did recently at the factory. What you will do in the days to come. You will continue to serve the Emperor, using your old skills alongside your newfound powers to vanquish his enemies." Adrianne smiled, before standing up from her chair, having to hold it in place slightly as parts of the metal on the chair had frozen onto her suit.
"The Sisters will not touch you, for you are a member of the Inquisitor's retinue until he deems you unfit for service. You proved yourself in the factory, facing down daemons and cultists alike. That makes you eligible to be my student, my apprentice. I will guide you in the days to come in the ways of your new life, to make you a worthy asset to the Inquisitor, and ultimately, to the Imperium."
Adrianne turned to walk away with her staff in hand, before stopping by the door. There she eyed a panel by the wall, some of the button to control the temperature in the room. Clicking on some of them, she upped the heating in Stukov's room to begin a process of defrosting.
Turning her head around to give Stukov a final look, she pointed at him with her staff.
"As your new Master, my first orders to you are that you get something to eat, and then some sleep. And that's an order, armsman... "
Adrianne would suddenly pause, looking away for a moment as if something just crossed her mind, before glancing back at Stukov.
" ... or rather; apprentice."
And with that final world, Adrianne left Stukov's room, shutting the door behind her leaving him only to listen to the hum of the generator in the room as it began thawing the frost around him.
"I'm pretty sure if you threw in a couple of extra thrones, the 'cogboys' would be able to come up with a culinary-enjoyment package for your new augmentation." Adrianne would comment jokingly as Stukov grabbed one of the beer cans and made rather short work of it, the Psyker smirking.
"Some of them might be more machines than men, but like the rest of the population, money can still drive them to make wonders.
Adrianne did not have much of a special relation to money. Given her role as a sanctioned psyker, her economic funds were usually limited, as were the ways in which she could spend them. Fortunately well above the poverty line, but nothing compared to that of any of the greater merchants of this world.
But despite the limited role money played in her life, most of her necessities usually being provided by her institution or whomsoever she was attached to, it did not prevent her from grasping the simple rule that if you had enough money, you could theoretically get anything; whether buying it directly, like a grand mansion, or buying the means to get it, like a private armada to conquer a planet.
"The warp touches everything in the universe. No man or woman is ever truly free from its grasp." Adrianne leaned back in her chair as she listened to Stukov's tale.
"Only a rare few individuals have complete freedom from the warp, but rather than enjoying it, they often live cursed lives little better than the psyker in normal societies. They radiate an emptiness, being empty holes in a world otherwise full of vibrant energies. For that, whether they know it or not, people will instinctively scorn them and loathe their presence."
Tilting her head slightly, Adrianne would smile at Stukov.
"The seething warp is an inescapable presence of all our lives. It is something we must live side by side with, even though most people never realize how close they truly are to it. Every thought you ever had, Stukov; or that of your mundane colleagues, will have fed directly into the warp. Any emotion of hope, fear, anger or joy, whether in solitary prayer to the emperor or in the heat of battle, will leave its mark on the warp."
People feared what they did not understand. It was completely natural. And the warp was one thing that no one understood, even the wisest of sages.
Adrianne remembered the first time she had been told of her gift with the warp. With the indoctrination of the rest of society still in her backhead, it had initially frightened her beyond belief. This fear had only grown as she had learnt more and more about the hideous warp spawns and other monstrosities that the warp had spawned, how its influence corrupted and destroyed everything it touched. But, at a certain point, her growing fear for the warp would be replaced by a sense of tranquility and acceptance of the warp as some sort of force of nature, a fact of life of life.
"While it may sound absurd, the warp is not inherently evil." Adrianne would finally comment, raising a brow at Stukov.
"It is merely the product of the psychic energies from the material realm. The immaterium is only made possible through the materium. Like fire, it has the power to destroy and bring ruin to one's house, but if properly contained and dealt with by able-bodied hands, it can bring warmth and growth to the village. That is the role of psykers. We are the firemasters of the village, and we bring boons to the Imperium. In fact, without our talent and discipline, the Imperium would not have existed. Ours is a glorious burden. The psyker's condition, if anything, only increases our value in service to the Emperor."
Adrianne would then raise her staff which she had been resting by the side of her chair, before suddenly throwing it over to Stukov for him to catch.
"That is my staff. It is far more than an ornament or mundane weapon, but a conduit. Without a psyker, it is just a simple staff, but in the hands of one; it becomes a vital conduit, enabling psykers to channel their powers through it. You have already experienced the damage your raw psychic might can do to your body, Stukov. With a staff, you can channel those raw energies into your weapon instead, thus effectively sharing your burden and enabling you to perform greater feats."
As Stukov held Adrianne's staff, he could immediately sense a soothing presence emanate from the staff, coursing through his body and lulling any pains he might have felt, making him feel lighter overall.
The only part of Adrianne's staff that did not seem to have the same pacifying effect was the lower wooden shaft of the staff, the sheath of the power blade within. Holding around that part, Stukov could sense the a tiny, almost unnoticable sickening aura, mostly contained within the wooden shaft.
"As a young novice, my staff was the first item I ever received; even before my clothes or insignia. It represents Safety and Control, the two most important things to any psyker."
"Some of them might be more machines than men, but like the rest of the population, money can still drive them to make wonders.
Adrianne did not have much of a special relation to money. Given her role as a sanctioned psyker, her economic funds were usually limited, as were the ways in which she could spend them. Fortunately well above the poverty line, but nothing compared to that of any of the greater merchants of this world.
But despite the limited role money played in her life, most of her necessities usually being provided by her institution or whomsoever she was attached to, it did not prevent her from grasping the simple rule that if you had enough money, you could theoretically get anything; whether buying it directly, like a grand mansion, or buying the means to get it, like a private armada to conquer a planet.
"The warp touches everything in the universe. No man or woman is ever truly free from its grasp." Adrianne leaned back in her chair as she listened to Stukov's tale.
"Only a rare few individuals have complete freedom from the warp, but rather than enjoying it, they often live cursed lives little better than the psyker in normal societies. They radiate an emptiness, being empty holes in a world otherwise full of vibrant energies. For that, whether they know it or not, people will instinctively scorn them and loathe their presence."
Tilting her head slightly, Adrianne would smile at Stukov.
"The seething warp is an inescapable presence of all our lives. It is something we must live side by side with, even though most people never realize how close they truly are to it. Every thought you ever had, Stukov; or that of your mundane colleagues, will have fed directly into the warp. Any emotion of hope, fear, anger or joy, whether in solitary prayer to the emperor or in the heat of battle, will leave its mark on the warp."
People feared what they did not understand. It was completely natural. And the warp was one thing that no one understood, even the wisest of sages.
Adrianne remembered the first time she had been told of her gift with the warp. With the indoctrination of the rest of society still in her backhead, it had initially frightened her beyond belief. This fear had only grown as she had learnt more and more about the hideous warp spawns and other monstrosities that the warp had spawned, how its influence corrupted and destroyed everything it touched. But, at a certain point, her growing fear for the warp would be replaced by a sense of tranquility and acceptance of the warp as some sort of force of nature, a fact of life of life.
"While it may sound absurd, the warp is not inherently evil." Adrianne would finally comment, raising a brow at Stukov.
"It is merely the product of the psychic energies from the material realm. The immaterium is only made possible through the materium. Like fire, it has the power to destroy and bring ruin to one's house, but if properly contained and dealt with by able-bodied hands, it can bring warmth and growth to the village. That is the role of psykers. We are the firemasters of the village, and we bring boons to the Imperium. In fact, without our talent and discipline, the Imperium would not have existed. Ours is a glorious burden. The psyker's condition, if anything, only increases our value in service to the Emperor."
Adrianne would then raise her staff which she had been resting by the side of her chair, before suddenly throwing it over to Stukov for him to catch.
"That is my staff. It is far more than an ornament or mundane weapon, but a conduit. Without a psyker, it is just a simple staff, but in the hands of one; it becomes a vital conduit, enabling psykers to channel their powers through it. You have already experienced the damage your raw psychic might can do to your body, Stukov. With a staff, you can channel those raw energies into your weapon instead, thus effectively sharing your burden and enabling you to perform greater feats."
As Stukov held Adrianne's staff, he could immediately sense a soothing presence emanate from the staff, coursing through his body and lulling any pains he might have felt, making him feel lighter overall.
The only part of Adrianne's staff that did not seem to have the same pacifying effect was the lower wooden shaft of the staff, the sheath of the power blade within. Holding around that part, Stukov could sense the a tiny, almost unnoticable sickening aura, mostly contained within the wooden shaft.
"As a young novice, my staff was the first item I ever received; even before my clothes or insignia. It represents Safety and Control, the two most important things to any psyker."
Stepping into the room, Adrianne would notice the cool temperature of the place as soon as she entered.
The frigid air was stopped by her suit, though easily made its way to the exposed skin on her face. Gazing forward, Adrianne would notice Stukov lying in his bed, his surroundings and parts of the man himself covered in layers of frost. Had he been sitting upright, he would have almost looked like a kind of frozen king, sitting lonely on his throne.
"Your here to pass judgement on whether or not I'm a walking, ticking time bomb. Doesn't take a psyker to realize that, does it?"
Adrianne merely smiled at Stukov despite his grim comment, walking into the room and closing the door behind her.
"We are all ticking time bombs in the fight against chaos, psyker or not. Do not forget that it is not psykers, but normal men that makes up the vast majority of the legions of chaos." Adrianne spoke with a calm voice, stepping over to the bed and pulling a chair with her.
"But, then again, it is normal for the majority to blame the minority when they feel at unease, to concentrate the collective guilt on a select few. It helps put their minds at rest."
Sitting down in the metal chair next to the bed, Adrianne would notice the biting cold that had entered the metallic structure, but did not pay it much attention. Instead, she held up the package of the two beers so that Stukov could see them.
"I brought you something to drink." She explained with a soft smile, before tilting her head slightly and looked towards Stukov's throat.
"I do hope your new augmentations allow for the consumption of food and drink, and that we won't fry any circuitry."
The frigid air was stopped by her suit, though easily made its way to the exposed skin on her face. Gazing forward, Adrianne would notice Stukov lying in his bed, his surroundings and parts of the man himself covered in layers of frost. Had he been sitting upright, he would have almost looked like a kind of frozen king, sitting lonely on his throne.
"Your here to pass judgement on whether or not I'm a walking, ticking time bomb. Doesn't take a psyker to realize that, does it?"
Adrianne merely smiled at Stukov despite his grim comment, walking into the room and closing the door behind her.
"We are all ticking time bombs in the fight against chaos, psyker or not. Do not forget that it is not psykers, but normal men that makes up the vast majority of the legions of chaos." Adrianne spoke with a calm voice, stepping over to the bed and pulling a chair with her.
"But, then again, it is normal for the majority to blame the minority when they feel at unease, to concentrate the collective guilt on a select few. It helps put their minds at rest."
Sitting down in the metal chair next to the bed, Adrianne would notice the biting cold that had entered the metallic structure, but did not pay it much attention. Instead, she held up the package of the two beers so that Stukov could see them.
"I brought you something to drink." She explained with a soft smile, before tilting her head slightly and looked towards Stukov's throat.
"I do hope your new augmentations allow for the consumption of food and drink, and that we won't fry any circuitry."
To me, the most important thing with posts is that they got plenty of space, easy to read, follow a certain logical pattern in their structure.
Avoiding walls of text is the most important thing someone can do, in my opinion.
Maybe use italic to signal a whisper or that a person is thinking, like:
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"Ohhh, I don't mind it at all!" Nela said, smiling back at Bob and nodding her head.
"My, what a dummy."
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Normally I'm not a fan of people coloring their texts, but I can appreciate it if it's like in a fast forward conversation between two or more people, like:
Nela
Ali
Tim
"NO, I swear I didn't steal the loot."
"Shut up, you were the last person in the room!"
"Guuys, can we please just calm down? It's no reason to get angry... "
"I'M NOT ANGRY! I'M FURIOUS!"
"Uhhh, I'll just go out the back!"
"COME BACK HERE!"
Avoiding walls of text is the most important thing someone can do, in my opinion.
Maybe use italic to signal a whisper or that a person is thinking, like:
-
"Ohhh, I don't mind it at all!" Nela said, smiling back at Bob and nodding her head.
"My, what a dummy."
-
Normally I'm not a fan of people coloring their texts, but I can appreciate it if it's like in a fast forward conversation between two or more people, like:
Nela
Ali
Tim
"NO, I swear I didn't steal the loot."
"Shut up, you were the last person in the room!"
"Guuys, can we please just calm down? It's no reason to get angry... "
"I'M NOT ANGRY! I'M FURIOUS!"
"Uhhh, I'll just go out the back!"
"COME BACK HERE!"
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Oh, just what Stukov needed, the entire gang kicking his door in and counseling him xD
Heh, Adrianne will try to start more slowly than that :D
Stukov is far from the first person she has met when they had just recently discovered their psychic potential, although he's probably the oldest.
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