![]() The position they might have ascended to will be yours, and they will be your loyal servants in the years ahead.Įffect: You gain your choice of the Talented (choose one) Talent or the Peer (choose one) Talent. ![]() All too many fools never reach upward, but you bear them no ill-will. Wealth, renown, and relationships with the powerful are only important insofar as they enable you to reach that next step. You have dedicated your life to climbing that ladder in search of the highest station you can reach: the greatest power, the most important position of leadership, the utmost influence. The Imperium of Mankind is a grand hierarchy, and that, to your eyes, is a ladder reaching from the least peasant to the blinding heights of the God-Emperor’s own Holy Terra. Regardless, it is for you to lead and demonstrate your worth by your actions and your bearing, and any that doubt or disparage you had best have the steel to back up their words.Įffect: You gain an Heirloom Item (see Table 1–2) or +3 Toughness (your choice). When you seek to prove yourself, it is for the sake of your own high standards, or perhaps out of frustration that the mighty do not yet recognize your true worth. You suffer none to be so ignorant as to deride you as unworthy of your name, unfit for your legacy, or lacking in talent. PrideĪbove all else, you want respect-the admiration of allies and the grudging esteem of foes, and will countenance no insult to your honour to go unchallenged. You will gather the best and brightest to your banner, secure the allegiance of Imperial potentates, and then achieve such great deeds that those who come after you will one day bow down to statues cast in your image.Įffect: You gain your choice of the Air of Authority or the Peer (choose one) Talent. Through your actions and victories, you will ensure that your name will be spoken on the lips of the multitudes yet to be born in the millennia ahead. You have grand visions and the burning desire to make them real. One day be counted, or such is your most fervent desire. But there are a rare few whose names echo through eternity in glory: Macharius, Solon, Haarlock, Land… And it is amongst their company you will The Imperium is undying and uncaring, and every day countless billions toil and strive and die unknown, nameless, unremarked, and unthanked. If retribution consumes you entirely between now and then, making a ghost of the man you once were, then that is a price you are willing to pay.Įffect: You gain the Hatred (choose one) Talent. And what then? It matters not, now, for that day is far yet, and the path long. All must toil to live, but with each step you take, you ask yourself: “Is this a step closer to my revenge?” The need rides you, and it will do so until the day you stand above the bloody corpses of the last of your enemies. That desire gnaws at you, haunts your sleep, and shadows your every action. You seek revenge against those who have wronged you. Vengeance burns within your heart, flaming afresh in your veins each time you wake from dreams of knives and murder. ![]() That is your quest, and you can only hope that you are still the same person at the end of it, having evaded the myriad ways in which single-minded fortuneseeking twists the mind and the soul. You must have them and the great wealth they represent. You have ever wanted, everything you could ever need, all comes down to Thrones. Perhaps your ultimate goals are admirable, perhaps they are despicable-wealth cares not, and wealth causes others to care not. That is the sound that carries into the hearts of men and compels them to your will. You understand that all things begin with the clink, clink, clink of worn Throne coins dropped upon a finely crafted counter. You seek wealth beyond measure, countless Thrones with which to purchase the fulfilment of your every desire. ![]() Others would put it more simply: the weak die and only the strong remain, and you choose to be the latter. Just as a mighty tree sheds its weakest limbs before the tearing winds, and stands the greater for it, so too is humanity made sturdy by struggle and want. The virtuous welcome the storm, the Imperial Creed teaches, for its fury guides humanity upon the path to strength in body and soul. Endure, and you shall be made mighty in the God-Emperor’s eyes, and a power of the Imperium. You welcome opposition, risk, setbacks, injury, and pain as old friends-for these trials are but a stairway by which you will climb to greater heights. You seek to endure and, in enduring, grow stronger. ![]()
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