//A new perspective roleplay, for TURN 18-19, its another path, that halfway overviews the previous events and later joins in to the present, preparing the long awaited TURN 20.//
Hive Infernus. An absolute level strategy value. Giant manufactorums, billions of manpower, standalone navigational point (Psychic Tower) and many secrets.
Mainly we can say the gigantic Hive City was not the exclusive home of imperial society. Outlaws, heretics, mercenaries and rogues found their haven in the deep mazes of pipes and tunnels that were built eons ago.
Fresh among these cults were the Circle of Ynew, formed by Froissart Almanor.
The Circle of Ynew had only four members including their master Almanor. They came from many places, and had different pasts, they shared common tireness of the Imperiums cruelty and burocracy. For that, all of them were written on the lists of Inquisiton, by spreading treachorous apostolates and helping, hiding a deserter Froissart Almanor a former Imperial Primaris Psyker.
Almanor believed that psychic abilites are part of humanity, and instead of purging it, they should utilize it. Same way as the Grand Master of Terra as he called, the God-Emperor. Another word heresy, portaying a god, as a human, with simply the highest psychic prowess. He concieved a distaste of the inhuman regime that is the Imperium.
But time has changed, and finally establishing the hideout of the Circle, the news of a massive ork invasion struck.
-What are we going to do now? *a young male latent psyker Gilvharon, saved from being inducted into the Psychic Tower asked.*
-Stay calm, Gilvharon. Come. Everyone, let's discuss it, as there is a change is about to begin.
*Members of the Circle joined together in a hall of the hideout.*
-I think we should leave, while we can. If the orks come, then they shall punish those vainglorious imperialists. *Gilvharon spoken again. Now another psyker joined the conversation, blind-Joev, who was once an Astropath, now abandoned service due to intriques he sternly refuses to tell about even as drunk.* -I agree with Gilvharon that they deserve their fate, but the means of escape, I guess is limited.An ork invasion is no joke, not for this planet, but perhaps the entire sector, I heard they led by Ghazghkull one of the strongest, if not the strongest ork. *Joev swallowed then continued.*
We may easily drive away some scum acolytes trying to hunt us down in the name of the so called Inqusition, but an entire horde looking for loot and burn thereafter is a different story...
-Joev, you suggest us to leave our finally established hideout and risk leaving the planet? *Almanor asked.*
-In this case, definietly yes. *blind-Joev answer was dead serious. Elianna a young female latent psyker just like Gilvharon, saved from being inducted into the Psychic Tower gave opinion.*
-The escape from this planet is very risky for us. Every spacecraft is highly secured and if any little acolyte, law author, anyobody detects us then we are doomed. Also it is not certain that the imperialists going to lose, I sense that none of us knows the outcome of this upcoming invasion. *Elianna staring at Almanor.* None of us, right? *Almanor smiles* -Right. Indeed even I can't foretell what will happen. The sure thing is, we cannot run away, and if the imperials lose, we will share their fate.
-Then we shall fight too! *Gilvharon interrupts. But then thinking through what he said, he tries correcting.* I mean, remotely, with a pentagramm "discipline".
*blind-Joev vituperates.* -Fine lets just help those insane fools... any worse idea, nobody?
-What else could we really do? Our current situation is tenable, but if orks win, then theres no miracule that would save us! *Elianna certainity, upseted blind-Joev.*
-I can't believe you just say that. There is always a choice. You can't help those dogs, after what they have done to you! What they have done to us!
*Everyone in the hall remained silent for some seconds. They all went through a whirlwind of events and thoughts from the past up until the present, yet the future refused to open itself, despite their abilites.*
-We are forced to choose the lesser evil then. *Almanor stood up, and spoken firmly.* We cannot escape, nor survive unless the imperialists repel the ork invasion, which process is available to us to support indirectly and perhaps, effectively. Gilvharon though young and harsh, have given a good option. A pentagramm discipline, which probably you may all aware of, capable to protect us from the perils of the warp, also enhanching our powers to take affect at a fare distance.
-Protect? Heh. *blind-Joev apatheticly cut in.* Stepping into the warp, there is no such thing of protection. Nothing is eternal, but everchanging, and also a pentagramm discipline especially with multiple chanter will concentrae soo much power that itself will magnetize here all the worst from the midst of chaos. Is that what you want? *Gilvharon takes the answer.*
-Hey, don't be rude Joev. We all are jittered by this situation. It is extreme, and extreme situtaion requires extreme solution. Even you don't know what else could be done, right?
-I... damn, this is not my taste. I won't play suicide hero, and I definietly won't do that for those underhuman rats! I joined the Circle of Ynew to survive and safely practice my gifts as for once in a time it doesn't be a curse, and you just asked me to bring that curse back?!
*Almanor steps close to blind-Joev, putting his hands on old Joevs shoulder.* -You volunteerly joined us, which I greatly respect, and you are free to leave whenever you want. I will not blame you, as I don't have the right to justify your decision. I can merely ask, if we are meaning anything to you, stay and help us.
*Joev feels everyone look on him, without eyes which he never had.* - W ... well, I.. damn. I respect you Alm, and you too guys, but I can't do it. You all may be gifted, but I know you never heard those beasts in the warp! You didn't see them, you didn't hear them but I do! Up to this age I wasn't be able to get use to them... it is nightmare! You should fear them as nothing else in the world!
At the night when we heard the news from the ork, I dreamed their laughter! It was horrible! *Joev got sweatened, and tears appeared on his face. All the psykers clearly felt his agony, the broken soul.*
*Hours later, with blind-Joev leaving, the trio have made the preparations for the pentagramm discipline.
Almanor were familiar with the magnetic storms, and suggested for the Circle members, that they should try alter it at some degree, to use against the orks. Elianna stated that the storms are so strong and concentrated that even slightest of alteration is a very hard task to enforce.
In the form of deep lumberings, almost earthquakes they felt it clearly. The battle has begun.*
-Master Almanor! *Gilvharon knocked on Almanors cabin-door. Seconds later the master opened it and came out.*
-Is everything ready?
-Yes, master. Pentagramm is painted, signum candles lighted, protective mantras placed. We are prepared for alteration.
-Good, let us begin then, as the warp are already filled with the cries of battle!
-Indeed, I can sense it too, master.
*They entered the hall, where Elianna awaited on her place. Almanor speaks again, with a little sadness in his voice.*
-You two must be aware, that once we start it, there is no turning back, no matter what happens. The chanting must be kept and then when we finish, be closed properly. If there is but one mistake... anything could happen.
*Elianna replied.* -The protective mantras are there to correct out.
-Yes, but these have their limits.
-We don't have time for this! *Gilvharon cut in.* Men dying out there, it is now or never!
*And so the Circle of Ynew began the ritual chants to combine their psychic potential into altering the storms.
As the psykers opened their minds for the immaterium, they become a light in the darkness. And the darkness containing the most horrific beings soon began waving towards the light. Like a hunter, they closed up on their prey. The signum candle lights increased, the mantras slowly started flaunting, but there was no wind, not even a breeze in the hall.*
~I can feel the storm. It is so mighty, it is so pure.~ *Elianna thought it, but the other two sensed it aswell. Since their minds are now joined together.*
~There is darkness around us! It was never so close!~ *Gilvharon freightened.*
~Stay calm, Gilvharon. Focus on the storm. Feel it, and feel it only. *Almanor instructed through psy.* See it's pure light, feel it's warm. Don't push it, try to be it... be the light Gilvharon.
*The darkness were circling around them, but gain no entrance into their soul, they didn't find any gap. Elianna grimmed.*
~I can sense them. The orks, the men, the machinery. It's all there.~ *Almanor continued the instructions, while the trio kept chanting. The candle lights didn't cease increasing and now they more like a torch. The mantras flaunting harder.*
~We are the storm. We are the will. The men must be preserved, the ork must be desolated. Feel the light, feel it's warm. Don't lead it. Be it! *They started sweatening, as the storms in real, have struck upon the surface.*
~It's too hard, I can't hold it.~ *Gilvharon cried out. Almanor quickly replied.*
~Don't give up yet, we are so close to aim it... ahhhhhhhhrrrr... don't give up Gilvharon! Stay focused!~
*Gilvharon fell out of the pentagramm. The candles light burst out to the ceiling. The mantras extremely flaunting, the pentagramm white painting getting darker, becoming grey.
~Allright Elianna. Help me enclose the ritual.~ *Elianna screams.*
~Master!! It's upon you!~
~I can hold it!! Now ... close it... try... Elianna!~ *Almanor mind has been touched by something from the warp. A dark and cold touch. All his hair spilled, blood streamed out from his nose. But in the warp, he gained vision. Scales, detailes, power... it was all at his hand, meanwhile the darkness slowly suffused him.*
~Elianna don't close it, I'm okay. This is something wonderful... you should join to see...~ *But then the candle lights put out, the mantras teared in pieces, the paintings returned to white. The ritual was closed.
The master fall to the ground, and the two, tried to help him.*
-Master! Don't give up, fight back against the beast!
//Hmmm this took very long.
It's not finished as the previous ones. Let's call it a part1, and tomorrow sometime I'll do part2, there you will find out how the Circle of Ynew is contributed to the whole battle and a
specific character, not just TURN 8.
//
