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Na'lsa did not have to be told. In the presence of such power, something that could turn back Sin herself could easily obliterate him. Slinking away in to the shadows, he made himself unseen as he ungraciously climbed down the side of the tower, eager to be out of the observing eye of such a being. Yes, Zaccheus would have made a meal beyond his dreams. But for now, fear overrode his ever present hunger. For now, he would bide his time. For now, he would be the unseen prey.
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Default   #130   Suzerain of Sheol Suzerain of Sheol is offline
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This was not an act of faith. Sheer mechanical expedience saw his message delivered, and the Celestrine has answered, as Diogenes knew he would. He must admit, it is a glorious sight to behold; too rarely does the Iron Scepter fulfill the divine purpose of its forging.

But there is no time to appreciate the descent of the holy patriarch's fury. The assassin has his orders.

Even as the others reel at the celestial display, Diogenes acts, channel his psykhe and propelling himself across the room in a blur, under the harrowing storm and onto the priest's bed, pausing only to hoist the shocked abbot of Smyrna in his arm before leaping away once more.

He pauses only briefly at the blasted opening in the wall before stepping over the edge, feet cycling with inhuman agility, pounding chunks of ancient mortar of the wall as he runs down it before leaping to safety on the ground below.

Glancing above with his psychic sight, he sees the rest of his men rappelling down on grapnels, obeying their Celestrine with all the devout adherence he would expect.

As much as it can be called such, the mission is a success.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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With few options but to stare straight up, Tarja took in the glory of the presence of the Celestrine, or what she could make of it. Her vision was blurring, the holy corona coming from the tower appearing less distinct with each passing second as she focused her mind on keeping her body together, blood seeping from crushing wounds and punctures.

Her arm was numb, but she at retained enough awareness of herself to make a fair assumption that it was still attached. She refused to close her eyes.

A dark blur was making its way down the wall, then more in increasing numbers. She remained where she was, attempting to stem her own bleeding, and thought briefly whether it had been wise to enter Zacchaeus' payroll.
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Default   #132   Suzerain of Sheol Suzerain of Sheol is offline
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Let it be known that no word of what is henceforth spoken in this chamber shall be spoken again, except amongst ourselves when this is over. What I am about to reveal is a catastrophe of such magnitude that we have never seen its like.

Byzantium Reborn has fallen.

No, it was not the Satan-Son. It was not Death's Angel. It was... a demise of our own engineering.

But first, a word about the city itself. Holy Byzantium stands upon what were once the ruins of Constantinople, devastated during the apocalypse. But no trace of that ancient metropolis remains now. It began as an experiment, a test of our capacity to project power. We sent a corps of clergy and mediums and instructed them to construct a fortress that could withstand another Armageddon.

They succeeded.

Byzantium is an arcology: a sealed, self-sustaining city of 219 floors, each 3 square miles in area. It is the single greatest achievement of the human race in all of history. Its walls are 350 ft. thick of ferrocrete reinforced with adamant, each block encased in cages of psychic force which can absorb a nearly infinite amount of physical energy, further strengthened by a network of theurgic wards carved over every square inch of the entire city, all of which draw power from the largest theurgic reactor ever constructed, buried 5 miles underground. The arcology is fully capable of withstanding a direct nuclear bombardment.

The lower tiers are covered surface-to-surface with psy-linked auto-cannons fed by conjured consecrated ammunition – they never need to be reloaded. Further up, thousands of missile pods, also psy-linked, are loaded with enough thermobaric ordinance to burn the atmosphere off the planet. There is no point on the exterior that is not covered by overwhelming offensive power. We even housed several dozen 60 MT nuclear warheads on the 177th floor, packed with enough propulsive force to make a preemptive strike against Jerusalem possible.

As of our last intelligence, the city had a population 63,834: technicians, soldiers, medical personnel, their families, and a corps of our most elite psychic warmasters commanding the automated defenses. The entire arcology was regulated by a quantum network linked to Amorpha, an enclosed system with enough processing power to performs all the necessary maintenance within the facility and serve as a military super-intelligence, mediating between the Warmaster General and the defense grid to micromanage all of the weapons systems.

As you can imagine, something went wrong. We simply don't understand psykhotic phenomenae enough to have been prepared for this. The internal network of the arcology has become self-aware, and worse, it has become psychic.

And that is what we are facing now: a non-human intelligence in total control of an apocalypse fortress. The entity wasted no time in downloading the totality of the network's data onto its own systems – it now knows everything that it is conceivably possible for a human to know, and with its ability to parse data exponentially on the quantum level, it would not be too far of an exaggeration to describe it as omniscient.

It should come as no surprise, then, to learn that its very first action was to declare itself God. A psychic mind powered by a theurgic energy supply nearly equal to the total energy output of the Sun. It may not be speaking in arrogance.

The entity has named itself DYNAMIS. “Power”. And that is all we know. Its agenda is totally opaque to us as of this moment. Immediately after it declared itself, we moved as quickly as possible to sequester the arcology from Amorpha. While this has served to momentarily contain the entity within the physical confines of the arcology, it has also rendered us blind. We have no idea what it is doing in there.

It has to be destroyed, there is no other alternative. A direct attack is impossible, though; if the AI detects a serious threat, it won’t hesitate to annihilate the entire peninsula in retaliation. It will have to be infiltrated. The reactor is psy-shielded, the AI can't access it unless it physically breaches the containment barriers, which again, are reinforced to withstand a nuclear assault. The locks are theurgic and impossible for the entity to interact with. This is our opening.

You will need to smuggle a theo-reactive bomb into the reactor and detonate it. The resulting explosion will be like nothing the world has ever seen. We will be pouring every available priest and medium into shielding this city at the time of the detonation. The entity will be absolutely eradicatied on a molecular level, and that is the length to which we must go. Deprived of its physical power locus, it will attempt an astral ascension immediately. If it escapes in this moment, the world will end – nothing will be able to stop a mind like that once it is unleashed.

We have one weapon to deploy against it at this point: the Crown recovered from Smyrna. By drawing DYNAMIS into the psyke field, it will become trapped in the manifestation and severed from this plane. Once subjugated in this fashion, we will be able to neutralize the threat it poses and disperse its psychic signature into shreds of irrelevant data. The Crown is a divine artifact, endowed with limited omnipotence in the capacity in which it acts. There is nothing the entity will be able to do to resist once it is drawn into the manifestation.

Further, the Crown will be able to repulse DYNAMIS' omniscience within Byzantium while you are operating inside the arcology. A warmaster will accompany you, using the Crown to launch a constant psychic attack against the AI, disrupting its psychic signature in the local area around the Crown. Your own psyke abilities will not be impeded, but the warmaster will require constant protection, as you know, the Crown will render him completely helpless.

And that is all. You have your mission, and free access to Thyati'ra's armory. You cannot possibly over-prepare. God will not be with you, so you shall have to suffice.

Do not fail.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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