You are Xernathestas, Corrupt Techpriest! You were born on the Forge World Urania 5, and as long as you can remember, you've had an all-consuming, passionate obsession with technology. Given your natural intelligence, sheer talent, strict work-ethic, and burning ambition as a child, it was only a matter of time before you were inducted into the seclusive ranks of the Adeptus Mechanicus. You soon learned the secrets of the Imperium's archaic technology, and were put to work constructing weapons and heavy vehicles for the Imperial Guard, were you thrived.
Each and every piece of technology, from the majestic Baneblade to lowly Lasgun enamored you. You loved to take them apart and see how they worked more than anything else. While your fellows muttered prayers to the Omnissiah, you pored over ancient tomes, while they lit candles, you built engines, while they spoke empty words, you gained understanding.
At first, you blindly followed the lies of the Adeptus Mechanicus, you paid heed to their Omnissiah like the they did. But then, you began to think. And with thought, came questions. Why keep the holy gifts of knowledge secret from all others? Why refuse to look upon the work of the revered ancestors, and improve it to better serve Man? Why do they follow foolhardy superstition when they can teach? Why wallow in wretched stagnation? Why refuse to advance, to Change? Why deny the Imperium the Hope of technology? Why?
These haunted you, when one night something came to you in a dream. A being of pure Knowledge, Hope and Change, it showed you the answers. The Adeptus Mechanicus was wretched, and false, dead and decaying, and the Imperium of Man was no different. It showed you countless trillions of men and women, starving, diseased, enslaved to false religion, all worshiping the Emperor's corpse upon his Throne. Each and every word it spoke reverberated through your very being, and it was then that you realized the TRUTH!
The Emperor Of Man was no more than a charlatan, a liar, and a long-dead corpse! The Imperium Of Man a shallow edifice of what it could be, and a shadow of what it once was! The only way, the only purpose worth living for, is to destroy it all, to cleanse its foundation of stagnation and ignorance with fiery promethium, so that a new Imperium might rise from its ashes, and a new Golden Age for Mankind be ushered in!
At this revelation, you wept tears of passionate mourning and righteous hatred, and realized that you'd been living a lie. You did not weep long, before you realized that only the being who was wise enough to enlighten you was worthy of your undying servitude, and you asked it for its name. It replied with one thunderous word of such power, it burned itself into your very soul.
"TZEENTCH."
You felt as if you had awakened, all of a sudden, you felt what lay beyond the Materium, and knew it to be the truth!
Xernathestas has gained a Trait!
The Mark Of Tzeentch: The Spark of Sorcery, granted by Tzeentch! On its own, it does nothing, but it opens the way for untold arcane power!
When you realized the Holy Truth of the Immatterium, you swore eternal devotion to Tzeentch on the spot, and begged him to tell you what to do, to which he replied:
"SPREAD CHAOS, AND MORE YET SHALL COME."
When you woke from your dream, you remembered every detail of your vision in perfect clarity, and when you saw the Mark Of Tzeentch branded into your chest, you knew without a doubt that it was true. You wasted no time, you gathered what you could carry, rigged your chambers to explode upon entry, and left without looking back. You found a Cargo Freighter headed to Nantak to collect the Imperial Tithe, primitive, and superstitious, far, far from prying any Imperial eyes and the meddling Mechanicus, absolutely perfect for your intentions. You stowed away on the vessel, its crude anti-intrusion systems no match for your technological prowess, and you waited.
Almost three months of total solitude, spent praying to Tzeentch for guidance, the vessel left the Warp, having arrived at Nantak. It's a small temperate planet, with a low population and even lower level of technology, it is divided into dozens of constantly feuding Feudal kingdoms, all supposedly under the Planetary Governor's authority.
You slipped away without a trace, and traveled to,
A) The harsh vast frontiers of the untamed wilderness.
B) A quaint, isolated village on the outskirts of a minor kingdom.
C) A crowded and bustling major trade city.
When you left the Adeptus Mechanicus, what did you take with you?
While you were with the Adeptus Mechanicus, how extensively was your bodily flesh merged with cold, efficient machine, and in what ways?
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