Persephone, Nature´s Wrath ( w/Art ) + Mod Set + Lore

[keikogi]

Since the Necromechs are here , I tough would be fitting to make a frame the use the Necromech playstyle and builds it onto to kit , in a similar manner to as Titania use AW on normal mission. This is a plant-based frame based around two forms a graceful Nymph form and powerful Treant form

Visuals

Nymph (art by MasterNomad1234)

Treant (art by MasterNomad1234)

Corn for Scale 

Archieved Version

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Art fromm Loone-Wolf

 

 

Lore (Written by @Teoarrk )

 

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Chapter 1: New responsibilities.

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“Log day 54. Initial selection candidates have been determined. From the available catalogue entrusted to us from the Zu Fossae Archive. Out of 117,214 potential candidates for pioneer species, 5 have been evaluated as appropriate for Earth Germinus Project III. I have suggested to the project lead that the rapid germination required for successful plant growth on Earth requires symbiosis. This symbiosis is described in appendix Hauxus Technocyte strain IV, a breakthrough introduced by the recorder, Diluviat- .  Archimedian Pernell.” The soft chime of the Memnibus announces that the record has been made. The woman holding it reclines back in her lab chair, thinking about what next needs to be done. She glances over to the incubator that dominates the room and sees that it won’t be ready for another 5 minutes. 5 minutes of rest at the end of a long day would be good.

 

Her Archimedian lab-weave overalls are fresh and new, gaining her the nickname ‘shiny’ amongst her senior peers. To have gotten the title of Archimedian in her first century is quite an achievement, let alone in a field with so much competition. Her face, exposed as is procedure in this lab, would be pretty to us, but plain to the people of her time; the lack of complete symmetry considered a detriment to her overall beauty. Her hair, ginger in hue was styled into an arrangement of dreadlocks in imitation of the Orokin castes. She had a fair complexion, common among those of Uranusian descent, where sunlight is artificial and not conducive to expressing the natural melanin a person possesses. Titan had done little to allay this, the Sun barely more than a pinprick in the sky. To us, she would appear to be in her mid-twenties,  but to her peers, she would be in her eighties.

 

The door to the room hisses at it begins to open. Archimedian Pernell slides the Memnibus neatly into her pocket, getting to her feet to greet the visitor. To her surprise, It’s a Dax. She quickly bows in greeting, one fist curled over the other and her head quickly bent forward.

 

“Greetings.What brings you here today, Dax?” She asks, relaxing back into a more natural posture.

 

“Congratulations Archimedian. You are to take command of this project. Archimedian Silvana has been reassigned.” The Archimedean is beside herself. Silvana had led this and other Earth projects through to completion and now she was going, as simple as that. 

 

“This is sudden. When was this decided?”

Pernell always hated Dax that didn’t raise the visor of their helmet for conversation, as this one was doing. She saw the special filigree on his breastplate as a sign of vanity, that a little bit of that Orokin hubris was wearing off on him.

 

“Two orbit hours ago.”

 

“Can’t it wait until I can get word from Silvana as to how to proceed? This is my first Taurum.”

The Dax extends a hand from his hip towards the Archimedian in a rapid motion. A missive comes into focus in his palm as it stops.

 

“You will be supervised. The rest of the information I have not been told. This letter is for your eyes only.”

 

The Dax bows his leave. Pernell rolls the sealed missive over and over. This is not like the usual augurloam. It was something-

 

The Dax is still standing there. Perhaps he has investment in the letter, or is yet another upstart that wants to make rank through reporting the mishandling of Orokin documents. There is no doubt about it, this definitely comes from the upper castes. His superior’s superior, no less.

 

“Thank you Dax, you are dismissed.”

The Dax shuffles back three steps, then turns and walks out of the room, leaving Pernell alone to wonder and to a lesser extent, worry.

 

Rumors were abound that Silvana was a troublemaker, the politics of her scientific endeavours casting a light of shame upon the Orokin castes. She had heard rumors amongst her coworkers that Diluviats were often reassigned when simple and elegant solutions reached key deadlines well ahead of schedule. Only a handful of those had resurfaced and others …

 

The augurloam unfurls easily enough, only to reveal a collection of metal pieces. A joke perhaps? No, this must be a test, a puzzle of some kind. She settles back down at her desk to have the pieces laid out in front of her. No doubt about it, these are not random shapes. She turned a piece over, only to see a telltale letter of the Orokin script. Machined, not handwritten. An ‘I’. Before long, she had identified ‘I’,’T’,’E’,’S’,’N’,’R’.  She shuffled the pieces around. Niters? No, that fertiliser hadn’t been used in millenia. Trines? No, there is no way that the pieces would fit together like that. She shuffled the pieces around a bit more, before coming to a revelation.

“Insert.” She declares, in victory.

 

The metal clicks together easily. A Memnibus cartridge? That's the only thing it could be. She reaches into her pocket, pulling out the thin silver device. 50 years of information, stored into nucleotides and carbon nanotubes. What if this was a wipe? She asked herself. Accessing the data inside would take days in the old days of computers, but now thousands of years. Destroying it, However? Moments.

 

But what purpose would that really serve? She asked herself. Even the cruelest of them never undermined the science, only the scientist. She pressed her right index finger against the metal, which changed fluidly at her touch to reveal a slot for interface.  Picking up the cartridge, she placed it into that slot. After a pause, a voice came into focus.

 

“Greetings, Archimedean Pernell. The Great Plan has found a place for you among the denizens of Earth. You have already passed the first test, merely a formality compared to the great work of which I have become accustomed through these years working with Archimedean Silvana. Take heart; for if you are as bright and high of spirit as she, no more will I ask of you. Make ready your charges and your bundle of sticks, for your presence is requested amongst the mountains of Kathman.”

 

“An Executor?” Pernell said aloud and froze. Silvana had spent most of her time on Earth, rarely leaving the world. Would she have time to entertain Executors while tending to her plants? This thought required investigation. She waits out the last 10 seconds of the incubator, making sure to put the machine into stasis mode before hurrying from the lab.

 

She found the halls empty, not a soul in sight and eerily quiet. But the silence is disturbed by a hearty laugh from a crowd not too far away. Silvana is still here, or so it sounds; for what else would bring such levity to them all? When she gets closer to the source, she sees the gathering. Some gifts have been hastily prepared, a pile of Ducats beside a few choice flowers and keepsakes. The true gift is in the smiles, the stories that continue even as the crowd turn and notice the new arrival. The hallway gathering erupts into impromptu drummers, rapping their knuckles against walls, or their knees as she approaches, cheering on her new position. Silvana pulls her way through the crowd to meet her successor. Pernell notices that there is no Diluviat at her heels; this new position truly is classified.

 

“There you are, new Taurum.” She exclaims, a broad smile on her face.

There's no sign of coercion on her face, none of the fears of an imperial edict. She had been away on business for a few days. What could take her away from us with a smile? But that wasn’t something she is going to give away, not here.

 

“It was a pleasant surprise to take up your mantle. Where will you go?” Pernell asks.

 

That smile holds on Silvana’s lips.Her eyes are elated, inviting even.  “Lua. From there I will surely see you bring life back to Earth.”

 

“Is there anything you can-”

 

“I can’t, even if I wanted to. It’s all so sudden and so exciting.”

 

“ I was going to ask about the progress here.”

 

“Don’t worry. Everyone else knows how important Hallux is. Mycelium hybrids, I would never have thought of it as a pioneer candidate.” She says to the crowd, who agree amicably. “Watch this one, else I will be convinced her coming was a dream, just as I ...” Silvana trails off.

 

“I’m sure I will manage if it won’t require much more of me.” Pernell interjects.

 

Silvana gets close suddenly. “Watch over them.” She whispers before backing off, continuing to talk so others could hear her. “Well Pernell, I wish you luck. The Empire has a new plan for me.”  The pleasantry instinctively draws Pernell to reach into her pockets for her coin purse. She finds it quickly, fumbling for a singular Ducat and balancing it on her index finger. She calculates the distance, then flicks it to Silvana. The other scientist catches it easily.

 

“And may it find you well.” Pernell says, completing the ritual.

Silvana turns to leave. The researchers, friends, confidants and colleagues that she had accumulated over years shuffling so that a channel forms between her and the Dax awaiting her on the other side. She walks gingerly through, her arms outstretched to share one final touch with the gathered crowd. But all things come to an end. Silvana turns around once more as she collects her gifts and waves goodbye, before the Dax escorts her out of the building without another word.

 

A sinking feeling enters Pernell’s gut. 20 years she had worked with Silvana and now, she was the one that all these people looked up to. She saw the effect on others. Tears rolled down many a cheek and it wasn’t a surprise when she brushed her own to find wetness there. It was with numbness that many took to the change after the initial shock. When Pernell told them that their time on Titan was coming to an end, the throes of misery came again for the team. Movement came slowly, then work arrived with a reluctance reserved for such an occasion. A restless night awaited them all.

 

A polite rapping at the door of Pernell’s chamber awoke her. At some point during the night sleep must have taken hold. The clock made it known it was 7. She had watched it reach 2.

“Archimedean Pernell?” Asked a voice. Burly. Unfamiliar. A Dax?

 

She very quickly got herself ready, a rapid flurry of actions getting her to the door and in presentable condition, just as the knocking came again. She opened the door to a surprise. Not one Dax, but two, with an Orokin added to their number. Pernell instinctively bows. A quick glance on her way down tells her the proper etiquette to show. Not from the highest caste, plain robes with no embellishment. No further preparation required. She brought herself up to her full height, simple enthusiasm painted across her features.

 

“My lord, how can I -”

He raises a single hand. He is smiling, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. She sees only irritation in them.

 

“Good morning Archimedean. You have been summoned to Kathman. Were you aware?”

 

“Yes. The preparations are already underway.”

 

“I see the preparations were still in the planning stage. Interesting.”

 

“My lord I can assure you - “

There is that hand again. Not one for argument. Consternation washes over his face, but only for a second, replaced again by that simple smile.

 

“A summons is a summons. It merely requires you to be where you are required. Be assured Archimedean, Taurum or not, you will see those under your leadership brought to where your summons takes you. Now make yourself ready and let us make haste.”

 

Pernell hurried back inside. She didn’t own much to her name, truth be told. Titles and accolades, but things she could truly call her own? The clothes on her back and maybe another set, her Memnibus and the earnings she had gotten over her career. Her things folded neatly into a small bag barely bigger than a handbag. She pondered, as she returned to her glaring visitor if she would ever gain the same right of place as him; to be able to have an escort for her duties, maybe own some dusty tower in the Void.

“Ready to depart?” He asks, dispelling the train of thought. Caught off guard, she merely nods.

 

“Good.”  He says. With a pronounced twirl, he spins on his heels and raises a single hand forward. He takes a single step forward, at which point the Dax at his side turn and follow suit, Pernell close behind.

 

The Innovation quarter of Shahrak was beginning to wake up. Some citizens were on the street and gave way for the Dax, while others merely stared from their windows. They walked, as shadows skulked after them under piercing blue lights and danced on the porcelain white streets. It was eerie during Titan’s mid year when the Sun was not in the sky and the blue light of the street lights pierced through the darkness, leaving the afterimage of ghostly shadows in your mind’s eye. Pernell had gotten used to it, but the anticipation of where they were headed brought back that primitive fear.

 

Before long, they had reached a nearby spaceport. The Orokin motioned to one of the Dax standing at the main gate, showing them an encoded device. The Dax reads it, bows, then leads the group to a private launch chamber. It was obvious where most of the expense went to this place; any part of the room that didn’t demand more functional materials was covered in gold. In the centre of the launch chamber stood our craft; some abstract and aerodynamic shape with only the slightest hints of distinction between mechanical wonder and work of art. One of the Dax made their way inside through an emerging hatch, cycling the engines for launch. The Orokin entered afterward, leaving Pernell with the other Dax.

“Any last rites?” The Dax asks. A bit late for that,Dax.

 

“No.”

 

“Then hurry inside.”

 

The craft is much more interesting on the inside. Some kind of gossamer sheen windows shine through the walls of the craft, including the roof. The interior is a collection of rooms, like the classes of a plane carriage. The cockpit was hidden behind a thick veil of blues and golds. The room that the Orokin was seated in was also hidden slightly by a veil of thin gold that caught the eye if you looked too long, but otherwise gave the room a radiance of luxury that declared wordlessly that the Orokin was above Pernell. The Dax sat opposite her, his attention focused on her. He raised his visor, genuine intrigue on his dark features.

 

 “First time on a Tzinsa?” He asked.

 

 A talkative Dax, fancy that.

 

The journey would be interesting at least.

 

 

 

Chapter 2: Executor Narajang

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The mountains, grey and cold rose from the forlorn plains before them. Even here, under the tormented sky, did a chance ray capture a golden sparkle deep set in those imposing sentinels. As the craft hurried to its destination, did that glimmer of civilization take form, a mountain of gold and alabaster, shaped like an imitation of what we would consider Angkor Wat, but with the influences of ancient eastern empires combined into something truly breathtaking, even from leagues distant.

 

The people of Kathman were among those who had weathered the dying of the world the longest, sheltered as they were from the poisoning of the seas and the annihilation of its neighbors due to famine and war as the world itself grew sick. The Orokin rewarded their fortitude by transforming it into the repository of Earth’s great past. Outside its borders, tiny communes survived. Those for whom the light of civilization had been a distant torch, it’s rays not warming them from afar, but merely a dim glow that barely made a difference in their lives.

 

Entire other nations had survived as shells of their former selves, but these disparate places never entered the curses of these people, for an Executor considered Kathman his home. He, who sat in golden luxury while they slumped, poisoned and diseased in their failing biohabitors. Pernell’s future employer. She wondered if her name would enter their curses, too.

 

Her fast found acquaintance was talking at length about how great the palace of Kathman was, of all the sights and wonders that could be seen. Pernell knew everything about the Dax now. He had divulged his gene sire, where he had been posted (of course, Kathman was his favourite posting) and how many infested he had killed: 33. The archimedean had divulged in turn, trying to simplify anything too technical when it came to her research, both for his sake and for the prying ear of the Orokin when he seemed to be taking interest.  The latter had kept mainly to himself, the blue subject deep in some train of thought or another.  Pernell was grateful for that at least; she had yet to meet one that didn’t sprinkle condescension with every syllable.

 

The ship docked at a small launch pad at the base of the palace. The Orokin as her guide proved invaluable, for under the crystal chandeliers, Pernell found this place to be a maze of halls of excessive grandeur and opulence. Even down here at the lowest level, each wall was covered in painting after painting, ancient classical pieces, rimmed in gold frames next to more modern compositions that were very much in the same style. These galleries gave way to libraries in languages that had been officially dead for hundreds, if not thousands of years, arranged to be easily perused by any that would be interested in reading them. Yet further halls of sculptures, or poetry, or great scientific works of all kinds were arranged in exhibits. Orokin besides her guide were here and there, taking advantage of the cornucopia of knowledge on offer. The path the group took was a zig-zag, as if a straight route to their objective had been overlooked for the sake of ensuring that the visitor saw as many different exhibits as possible before leaving. Pernell supposed that immortality made some convenience superfluous, after all, what is a few minutes wasted compared to eternity?

 

After a while, a great elevator of gold stood before the travelled group. The shaft was partially made of glass, revealing that floor after floor above was adorned just as lavishly. Taking a ride up revealed as much, great works of art lining the foyer of each floor as the elevator hurled skyward. The top few floors gave way to more political themes than below. Legems dominated the foyers of these floors and the Orokin, ever present, grew more prominent in apparent rank. At last, the elevator came to a halt.  Here, natural sunlight danced around the columns and off freizes. The art on them was minimalist, as if it wished to enrich the area, but not offend by catching the eye for too long.

 

A great bell tolled far above and the Orokin, animated by impulse or ritual moved onward. From the silence that followed, which only the soft patter of feet disrupted, erupted a chorus of singing, a great and pronounced tenor chant that was answered by an equally powerful soprano. The wordless song had a pronounced meditative quality, as if in reverence to something greater than themselves. Past the foyer, the path the group took opened into a colonnade, which revealed a great hall on either side, each packed with  thousands of prostrated figures. The bell tolled again and they raised themselves to their knees, to sing again. Pernell noted that the Orokin, fewer in number, were near the front of the hall, while a sea of people of all colors lay behind. A wall of Dax separated the two groups, as symbolic of the status quo as anywhere in the system where both the high and low castes coexisted.

 

Beyond a set of gates did the journey come to a conclusive end; a throne dominated room, as imposing as any despot or tyrant’s. In it’s seat, sat an Orokin, but to say that Pernell’s escort and the being that sat there were of equal stature was laughable. People of today would recognise him as an imitator of Lord Krishna, were he bound to the laws of the Vain Faith. As he rose to his full height, Pernell felt compelled to bow, such that his presence commanded. His entire body was surreal, it’s pronounced symmetry and beauty attracted the eye and yet the mind dissuaded the action, as if to look upon him was a sin. Eyes of brilliant gold met hers as she arose, which filled her with existential dread and happiness both as he greeted her with a pleasant, welcoming smile; this was an Executor? How could such creatures exist?

 

“Archimedian Amda Pernell, I have been expecting you. Welcome to Kathman.” He said. Pernell found her tongue stuck. She didn’t know who she was addressing and even then, did she deserve to address him?

 

“Thank you, my lord.” She managed.

The Executor’s eyes flicked to Pernell’s escort, then back to Pernell.

 

“Please, you may address me as Executor Narajang. You must forgive my secrecy. I had heard that the Taurum of your expedition had been reassigned to the war effort and I had to move quickly.” 

 

War effort? What war? Had Silvana knowingly gone to help some war project? Did she really want to- Her confusion must have been visible on her face. The executor taps the side of his temple with a finger, his smile widening in embarrassment.

 

“I hope that I did not put an unnecessary burden upon you.” He continues. “I see that this is all new information to you. Perhaps there are many questions that you wish to ask. Some answers I can give you and others are a mystery even to me. They will have to wait for another time however. Typically an ambitious project such as yours would be brought before a council meeting, but given your efforts are an extension of Silvana’s, it would simply be easier to continue. I have some questions for you though.” His expression shifted to something more serious, as if his thoughts were plainly displayed on his face.

Pernell brushed aside possible queries. ‘Another time’ meant never for most of the Orokin she had worked for.

 

“Of course.” She said curtly.

 

“There are many special interest groups that have a keen interest in anything that happens to Earth. What will you do if your project does not achieve a positive effect on the planet?”  He asks, pursing his lips. It’s a trap, to claim anything but complete denial. The question was almost an exact replica of an evaluation question from her days in the academy. The answer: failure? My methods do not fail.

 

“It won’t fail. Even if these pioneers die, they can be loam for the next iteration. They feed on the pollutants in the air, soil and nothing else.”

The executors' merriment returns, but a genuine amusement this time - it reaches his eyes in a way the previous smile did not.

 

“Leave us Agrus.” He said, waving his revealed hand to the Orokin, who took his leave.

Narajang watched him leave, only continuing the conversation when the gate once again was shut. 

 

“You truly are Silvana’s successor. But I am intrigued; what makes you so certain that your lab grown creation - a Hallux symbiote, was it?” He must have heard of it from Silvana; the pronunciation is perfect.

 

“Yes, that is it’s name.” Pernell said.

 

“What makes you so certain of its capabilities?” The executor finishes.

 

Pernell remembered looking at the small, unassuming fungi that had been chosen. It had been used by the ancients as a way of capturing methane from the atmosphere and removing nitrogen from oversaturated soil. But to say it in so many words would not be as dramatic as current company required.

 

 

“The base species served humanity in the past. Under their use, the great calamity of their time was averted. It very well could serve us again without losing most of its pedigree, of which I have no doubt. It is a strong base, the geneforge did not need to replace much of its genome to fulfil its current purpose.” Pernell said with absolute confidence. It has a pronounced effect on the Executor. He seems to be a man that responds as much to confident declarations as actual results.

 

“Well, your conviction is admirable, but some changes need to be considered. Silvana considered the regions of southeast Asia, but the council of the Ayutthaya have decreed that their territories are closed to further experimentation.”

Pernell’s lip curls into a scowl. The council had worked with Silvana for three decades, why now?

 

“Why? Silvana saved their sea. Their people can feed off the land again.” She said with barely contained anger, then she became self aware. “I’m sorry for my passion executor, this sets back the project by -”

 

“Months? Years? I am very much aware of the delicacy of these matters.” The executor interjected.  “Silvana was considered a waste by my fellow executors for her contrived plans, for dreaming while other Archimedians produced many works of outstanding quality. But she asked for little and made breakthroughs that could not be ignored, as I rightly argued again and again as her neck was considered for the chopping block. When the seas regained their ancient blue hue, Lua celebrated and she was offered many gifts, but merely continued her work. Now, that is enough of the past. The Saxon Convent has accepted. What say you?”

A strange way of declaring such a statement, but Pernell appreciated that the Executor was willing to present questions so directly. She pondered for a second. Temperate climate. Methane pockets, toxic rain. Possible.

 

“I accept.”

 

“Good. They need to be a harvestable crop. What say you?”

Does that deserve an answer? This is Technocyte enriched, an accident away from causing another outbreak, not to mention, the planet was barely in a state to be arable, nearly anywhere. Even the reservations, pockets of land where animals eked out a meagre living to become trophies or exotic pets were barely more than barren.

 

“Executor, this is a reclamation project. We must heal the land before it bears fruit.”

Narajang looks at Pernell as if she’s grown another head. Had she said something that wrong?

 

“I am aware of it. What I must know from you is if you are capable. If you say that there is a limit to this solution of yours then you must find it. What say you?”

Pernell suddenly feels a chill in the air. It is not the peculiar comeliness of her host, but rather how he is looking at her as an insect under a microscope. It becomes a struggle to breath measured, to keep her composure steady. Her mind rushes. The Hallux percentages, the potency of the strain-

 

“Archimedian?”

 

“It is possible. I will need to conduct a thorough series of tests to determine viability as a crop.”

The tension lifts. That smile he was wearing earlier reemerges as if it had never left.

 

“Good. I will have my minister of agriculture consult with you, when the time is right.”

 

A formal pause takes hold.

 

“Are you familiar with the classics, Archimedian? It occurs to me that a verse from the Bhagavad Gita heralds this great project that has enthralled this ailing planet, a miracle of a higher power.”

 

“I’m not aware of it-”

 

“No, of course not. The Great Plan lends very few of us time for such trivialities. Seven willing, there will be such respite in your future. May they guide you now. You may leave.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

Pernell left for Europe and 5 years passed.

 

In that time, the frigid stalemate of the Old War became interrupted by great battles, claiming many lives and bringing the Orokin War Machine under strain. Silvana’s appointment became critical to the war effort, requiring more from the peaceful scientist than she could bear. Many such minds, presented the weight of the terrible duties now bestowed upon them, were granted oblivion by the council, including Archimedian Margulis.

 

The political state of the system changed little of Pernell’s work. Reviving a key component of an ecosystem was hard enough that all rumours were dismissed as unnecessary gossip. At first, the mycologist found great success with her solution, but every breakthrough that followed one train of thought came to an abrupt end. The geneforge could only adapt a single species so much before the shortcomings were found elsewhere.

 

Much of what had made the fungus successful had died and not much existed to take its place. Stagnation was met with innovation. Archimedian Iyenki, the project Lichenologist proposed a paired solution. Few Lichen had survived the initial Orokin reclamation unscathed, but one that he had brought from Titan showed promise in the earthen environment.

 

Through many iterations and adaptations, the pair of specimens showed signs of taking root. While Lua faced outward, Europe slowly became greener than it had been in centuries.

 

It was discovered that the lichen was an answer to the pressing matter of making the Hallux IV edible. Where the viral aspects of the mushroom would infect a cell culture, when paired with the lichen it would not. The effect was like a bread with wine; one soaking up the deleterious effects of the other.  Animal testing held the relationship true. In the imperial ledgers, little of note was made of the discovery, it was merely another project that wasn’t noticed.

 

Narajang’s agricultural minister however, did. The progress lead to a call for progression to the next stage: human testing.

 

 

Chapter 3: Kathman’s Checkmate

 

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The laboratories of Sumsher were a marvel to behold, almost as awe inspiring as the palace of Kathman. Within the relative comfort of the raised observation room, Pernell looked down at testing group 1 in the chamber below, sat around a low table. They were chosen at random from one of many communes that would be the first to benefit from the new source of nutrition and as such, were here to determine the safety and palatability of the crop she had created for human consumption. Animal testing had shown no side effects to Hallux IV Edodes when taken in conjunction with Melanixia Fuliginosa, a lichen that resisted the same conditions as the fungus and neutralised the assymilative properties it possessed. Her staff were located in other such observation rooms, overlooking similar test groups. Various cultural leaders were apparently also present in others still, but one way mirrors made each one a mystery. The stakes of the day were also raised by Pernell’s present company; Executor Narajang had personally come to witness the trial. Pernell did not need to turn to know that Dax eyes were drawing daggers on her with every movement.

The two of them watched in silence as the testing group 1 was served a selection of choice dishes using the mushroom as a key ingredient. Something irked Pernell, but it wasn’t the men, women, or complete families that testing group 1 was composed of that did so; that was procedure. No, it was being separated from her staff when the occasion called for group celebration. Indeed, her present company gave her confidence and an unnerving feeling of dread, should things not go according to plan. On each previous meeting, he had addressed her at distance, where the intimate details of his person were not so obvious. Up close, it was easy to see ever more his unnatural beauty, that his robes were immaculately spun, his jewelry crafted by only the best smiths and he had a faint fragrance of some otherworldly fragrance, but across his hip hung a Gada of imposing weight and elegance. Pernell did not want to find out how ceremonial it was.

 

“Here we stand at the end of your struggles and the neogenesis of my world.” He declares, staring down at the scene below. “You are to be commended for not only recovering the land, but growing fruit from dust.” He says, turning to Pernell. The statuesque smile throws off Pernell.

 

“Thank you.” She stammers. The sound of plates moving and conversation draws their eyes back to the room below.

 

Testing group 1 is beginning to eat from the table. A heavy weight grows in her stomach. This is the moment of truth, she thought to herself. Time slows down as she watches for their approval, first of taste, then of potential poison. Nothing comes. Emotion comes without her control; tears of joy trickle down her cheek. She had done it.

 

“The day is yours, so it would seem. A true miracle of the Great Plan, laid down by your hands.”

 

“Thank you executor, for believing in my vision.”

 

“Visionaries are opportunities given form. How could I object? To think you have given me in a few years what I have yearned for for centuries.”

 

Someone begins to scream down below. Pernell is instantly drawn back, to see what has gone wrong. She sees a young man in his 30’s clutching at his stomach. He dry heaves as he tries to vomit. Some of the other members of the testing group attempt to help him, which he fends off savagely. Something happens to his face or larynx as his voice becomes muffled, which causes the others to panic.

 

The archimedean is beside herself; she can’t just watch this. This is an infested response, despite all the rigorous testing. She has to be down there, trying to stop the situation from getting out of hand. She turns around to leave, only to find her way blocked by the Executor’s outstretched hand, a look of dark conspiracy on his face.

 

“15 of the 24 members of testing group 1 have consumed an enigma created by a Bioweapon Diluviat, much akin to you in drive and resolve, but his calling is to create soldiers, not breathable air, clean soil, or rations. You could leave the safety of this room and find yourself at risk of facing the ire of all the commune dignitaries present, or observe what success you have wrought out of those that remain wholly us - of ordered mind and body.”

 

“What? Why?” Is all Pernell can ask.

 

“Ours is a time of limited means, of limited morale and voice. The communes should not dictate the rules of their holdings, only I. They strive for independence while the system demands unity. Very few projects are as wide reaching and globally beneficial as your own and a lesser few will draw the ear of every commune dignitary. What other opportunity would there appear, for my power to be demonstrated upon these chattering upstarts?”

 

More of testing group 1 became afflicted as he spoke, each cry of pain, or fear ringing through Pernell. This may not be her doing, but it is in her name that the current travesty is taking place. The only thing she can feel now, is rage. Within her own mind, she had killed the Executor and all those that served under him that had caused this tragedy with one hand and with the other she had saved all those who would surely lose their lives before long. But the divine power her mind conjured up was powerless, just as she was. A word out of turn could end her life, but she could not do nothing.

 

“So I was a pawn to you, all this time?” She says with barely kept anger. The executor recoils on her like a snake, his words venom and his expression scarlet.

 

“The Great Plan demands sacrifice.”

 

“Does it require massacre, not in your name but in another’s?”

 

“Traitors require culling. Anything less is a mercy.”

 

“But by another’s hand and in a third’s name?”

 

Something truly malicious washes over the Executor’s face. His impressive height, easily a head taller than her own suddenly grew as his eyes visibly shone outward with a dangerous lustre as he spoke.

 

“Listen well, daughter of Uranus. Your name means as much as the Great Plan dictates it, as much as I dictate it. Your concern should be on how to secure your future. After this business has been dealt with, the communes will be outraged. You will be summoned to a high council meeting. Consider the situation, should you be summoned before myself and my fellow executors, defending a project that has ended in failure.”

 

“I don’t see my options. This gamble, whatever it was has killed me.” Pernell said meekly, overtaken by the spectacle before her.

 

“Observe those below Pernell. The noise has stilled. It must be time. I leave you this opportunity. Make sense of the science and convince the other judges of your capability in destruction. Your protege, Diluviat Indomus was the key contributor to this flourish. What say you?” Pernell is compelled to look, realizing that his words are a suggestion, not a command. Maybe this is truly the only chance she has.

 

The gruesome stages of infestation have taken hold; the skin becoming little more that torn fabric around horrifying buboses. The limbs and faces were human, but disfigured beyond belief.

She was going to say that she was responsible for this?

 

“What say you?” The executor repeats. There is a strange intimacy to his voice, as if this is a test of a worthy pawn and yet, the disgust of knowing that said pawn does not wish to be discarded so easily.

 

“Thank you, executor.” Pernell responds pointedly, not turning around.

 

“Remember, that the Oro is eternal, immortal and ageless. Though their bodies are overtaken by the cruelties of the Technocyte, their Oro is not. Farewell.”

 

 She is left alone shortly after, to the sights and sounds of someone else’s demonstrable creation. She numbly watches as the first stages of crystallization took hold and those few unafflicted that remained within tried in vain to ask for help for hours. They, the humans she wanted to save, reduced to rats in a torturer’s trap, the control group that did not get the safety of another day for their performance, merely for the sin of wanting to lead a life lead by their own will, instead of those who only craved power. Oro or no Oro, only the Orokin knew such luxury as that. The crystallization was nearing its completion. One of the unafflicted was a child. Her mind compelled her to look away, but her thirst for ire drove her to watch the bloodbath that ensued. Misshapen forms tore from their cocoons. The struggle was brief and the screams were terrible. There was no bravery here, no hero, only the brutality that Narajang had arranged. Pernell left before the child met his end, the harrowing scream echoing around the empty room.

 

 

Chapter 4: The Man from Mars

Spoiler

 

 

The high courts of Lua were abuzz with anticipation. Orokin of all ranks had flocked here for the trial and the arcades were heaving with the weight of those present. All kinds of vibrances were on display, all manner of displays of fashion, both in flesh and in fabric as if the trial was as much a competition of being the most ostentatious juror as the balance of law between the accused and the accusers. Pernell took in stride the attention she was being given, surrounded by Dax that did little to soften the scathing remarks flung her way. To her side was a man she had met only hours before, but from whom she had learnt a great deal in that span. The man's crude, but virulent approximation of the Technocyte derived from her benign creation was described to her. He was Earth born, smart, but wired in a way that made him a darling for the Orokin and a monster for anyone else. That she was going to recommend him to be among the hallowed upper ranks of the Archimedeans was horrifying, but what other hand did she have to play? The communes of Earth would be subsumed some way or another and she would die for nothing.

 

A voice cuts through her train of thought.

“Good morning archimedean. It appears the concerns of our ancient homestead have attracted many a crow to the culling.”

The Dax have stopped. The crowd to the left have parted, making room for a figure as imposing as elegant. Ballas. Pernell motions to bow, but the executor’s voice once again interrupts her, as if her consciousness were pulled along by his command.

“Etiquette serves the current situation poorly. Time is not a luxury afforded to you, I’m afraid. Tell me, what of Earth? Of your designs there?” He seems genuinely intrigued. A chance to practice what she had repeated to herself as the earnest truth. But what chance could there be if she couldn’t convince one of the most important men in the empire here and now of her innocence, when the executioner’s axe loomed over her head? Her mind screamed for her to look away, to think about what she needed to say, but adrenaline also compelled that she stare long into the executor’s angelic face and lie, despite everything she stood for.

 

“Initially my cause on Earth was purely humanitarian. I presented my worth to Executor Narajang as one that could purify the air and soil. But news came from home, of the battle over Salmac and the massacre there. I am now an orphan” He was taking it in. The facts of the war makes the man’s face harden, as would any at such news.

 

“The war has claimed many lives so far. What makes me surprised is your part in this. Why were those souls spent?”Ballas says with grim, but sympathetic gravity. Now was the time to tell the lie and pray.

 

“I was saving one world when another was burning. I started to diversify my options. Outwardly, my project covered the same ground as it always had, but inwardly the project diverged on two paths. Food and life, bioweapons and death. This Diluviat, Indomus uncovered that the same properties that made my lifegivers resistant to the toxins of Earth would allow sufferers of the Technocyte Virus to be lucid and aware. Make no mistake, the communes knew well enough that they were sending their people to be into a -into a.”  Pernell’s mind is flooded once again with the terrifying events of that day. The screams and the suffering. The child that was condemned to death. The horrors that she was now claiming as her own doing. Ballas is looking at her with a hint of doubt. She strains herself to finish. “Position of no return.” The doubt on his face fades. He smiles politely.

 

“Well then, it appears that the magnetic hand of circumstance has brought gunsmith to quartermaster. Should the legems hold, you will find clemency under martian skies. Good luck to you.” With that, he takes off, in the same direction they were headed.

It immediately occurred to Pernell that he would be one of the judges. The thought was amusing and tragic. She turned to her impromptu protege to find him starstruck. Onward they went to the court. They passed the figureheads, each one as shimmering, as enigmatically beautiful as the last, as much sculptures as people. Executors of truth, justice and progress. Yet, here they were, making deals, wreathed in antiquity and spreading lies. She spotted Narajang, surrounded by commune delegates. He only addressed her passing with a look, but it was enough to let her know that he was on her side.

 

The defendant’s position was set into the judgement disc that dominated the floor of the courtroom. The jury were set behind, in an elevated semi-circle as if the purpose of this place was theatre, not hearings and executions. To her immediate left and right, The commune officials sat in theatre boxes, leering down at her.  To her front and high above were the seven executor’s domes, their respective occupant’s faces displayed larger than life on the glass exterior. At least she wasn’t here alone, she thought. She quickly whispered into the other’s ear.

“Let me speak. This trial is mine, not yours.”

 

A great and repulsive sound burst forth from above, silencing all present. A projection of Executor Ballas loomed before Pernell, his voice thundering out from above.

“Archimedian Pernell. The communes of earth call for justice. Over 400 of their kinsmen are dead, for the sake of your failures. The council has deemed this unacceptable, how do you plead?”

Pernell steadied herself. So perhaps a deal had not been suggested after all.

 

“Guilty, but not of failure.” She says. This raises a row amongst the commune delegates. She watches as one explodes with anger, a string of expletives coming from his mouth. If it were up to her, one of those domed figures would be down here to explain himself and feeling the waft of spit streaked air from the inconsolable and bereaved leaders.

 

“Explain yourself Archimedian. Your project’s aim was to produce a new food staple for the empire, whilst reviving Earth to its former glory. How could the loss of these kinsmen possibly lend itself to that cause?” The jury jeers. Pernell considers her words carefully as boos interrupt her thoughts.

 

“A weapon, when tested, needs proper targets. Are you to say the earth communes did not consider that death was a possibility of such a venture?” There is a murmur of disagreement among the elevated domes. The projection turns this way and that as the executors  deliberate on the deflection.

 

“This permit of examination from Sumsher details a trail of a civilian focused project. Legem 3-517 dictates that trial of civilian project-”

 

“Then it would be pertinent to consult the archimed-keeper of the Sumsher complex, Executor. The communes were warned of the risks.” Pernell interjects. “We are at war are we not? The inner worlds enjoy the relative safety of peace while the outer colonies burn. Where else will we build and test weapons, if not away from the prying eyes of the enemy?” The jury behind grows disquiet.The war is as an unpopular topic among them as on Pernell’s tongue.

 

The projection suddenly flickered to Executor Narajang. There is a cruel certainty in his eyes.

“Archimedian Pernell, in all the time that you were under my supervision, you never once presented a bioweapons project. You are a mycologist, your choice of project more domestic then the one reflected in the damage you are defending now. You stand here, with a young man that I have not seen in understudy of your work. What is his role in this? Why is he here?”

 

The Diluviat stepped forward to speak, anticipation mounting in the projected features of the Executor’s face.  Pernell stops Indomus with a hand.

“No.” She mouths to this one. She can’t let him speak.

 

“This Diluviat, Indomus was key to my research. My work continued on two fronts thanks to his insight: one branch took on the crippling disease that grips Earth, the other to create Earth’s new defenders, something for the War effort. If I was to present both before you when only one required resources, then it would be a waste of your time.”

 

“Why am I only hearing of this now? Archimedian Pernell, if this is true, then the Legems have been violated. If my fellow executors are in agreement. There is only one sentence suitable for such a crime: death.” Laughter comes from the high domes. The jury behind grow louder at the mention of potential action. The loudest cries come from the box seats. The disc whirrs up. Not death, not yet. Pernell takes a deep breath. She has one card to play, but the one that she knows is her real purpose here.

 

“Executor, may I remind you that our arrangement was on a per request basis. You did not ask if there were other ventures that were considered during my project, nor did it need to be considered. By your own admission, the Legems of the Earth communes supersede yours when deliberating on scientific matters that do not span two or more communes.” This was what you wanted, wasn’t it, Narajang? The Executors' eyes remain firm and indifferent, denying her relief.

 

“This may be true Archimedian, but this is a severe breach of trust. Another Legem of the Earth Communes must be invoked: For the unjust cause of loss upon one party, justice demands that something equally dear be denied from the other. Secure the Archimedian.”

 

Dax surround the Archimedian, pulling her to one side as the court session continues. Diluviat Indomus stands alone in the ring as the Executors cast their votes. 7 blue lights gather at the base of the judge’s stand. Indomus looks around like a trapped and frightened beast as he realises that his fate is sealed. The judgement disc glows ever brighter. Another repulsive note rings out, this one more mechanical and urgent. For one critical second, the projection of the executor looks over to Pernell. There is a fire in those eyes, one not of anger, or great wrath, but of triumph. Why wouldn’t he be celebrating? In moments, the only one that would knowingly tell the truth of this matter would be vanquished.

 

“Diluviat Indomus. The deeds of your Archimedian have lead you to this moment. May the Void take pity on you.” He said. The chamber erupted in a flash of green light. Where once stood a man was mist and gore. The jury applauded the gruesome display, the box seats erupted in cheers. Justice had been done, or at least common society deemed it so.

 

 

The archimedean miraculously found herself with a new employer in minutes. For some reason, it was urgent that she head to Stofler sector, post haste.  Dax escorts hurried her off, the only thing faster than the jarring transition between defendant to worthy employee being her rushing mind trying to decipher what to make of what the political significance was of what had just happened. The guilty party, the one that truly had caused the deed to happen had been killed and yet, she walked away the marked one. Who had hired her? Executor Ballas, or someone else?

 

A short time later and a familiar face is staring across a table at her. The suite they’re seated  in is far beyond the standard of the Stofler sector, indeed far beyond the extravagance of most rooms that she had seen in her life. But an executor should not be spared any expense.

 

“It was simply your day to lose, I’m afraid. I am sorry for your understudy.”

Ballas says. His eyes show genuine sympathy and yet, she remembers that he did not fuss over the judgement as he cast his vote to condemn the man to death. She had hated Indomus, but to have seen him die like that was quite jarring. Had it not been for him, she surely would not have been here, having this conversation.

 

“Yes.” She said. “Executor, I am afraid that if you wish to pursue the weapon I had prepared -”

“I know. There was grief in your eyes as you entered the court, but not the malice of a killer. This Indomus fellow was your sword.” The executor loses Pernell’s eyes, his own cast overhead as if deep in thought. He suddenly snaps back to her, as if a great revelation came to him quickly.  “Shall we drink to his passing?” He says, cheerfully. He motions to the attendants standing in the room.

 

A pot of fresh tea is wheeled in at great speed. As the attendant passes one of the Dax, Purnell catches a hint of movement between the Dax and the cart. This was a trap all along. The tea is poured, first for him and then, after a suspicious interval, a cup arrives in her waiting hands. She observes it for a second, only to notice a knowing smile grow on the Executor’s lips.

 

“You want to honor his skills, don’t you?” He asks, saccharinely. Something stirs in her tea as she looks again.

 

“Is this how Silvana disappeared?” Pernell asks scathingly. The executor mocks shock.

 

“Archimedean Silvana? I would never. But to one that won’t share a cup of tea with an executor? Now that, that might cause certain misfortunes. Drink your tea Archimedean, this is the start of a new venture.”

 

 

 

Stats

Health:               Nymph 95 (300 at rank 30)        Treant  760 (2280 at rank 30)

Shield:                Nymph 200 (600 at rank 30)        Treant  25 (75 at rank 30)

Armor:               Nymph 250                                  Treant  250

Energy:              Nymph 150 (225 at rank 30)        Treant  150 (225 at rank 30)

Sprint Speed:    Nymph 1.25                                 Treant  0.8

Passive

Persephone has two forms (Nymph and Treant). These two forms have separate energy pools. Nymph form passive generates enemy based on the light around her. Treant form can absorb corpses to generate energy. All energy gain is evenly slip between forms. 

1. Sow the seeds

Nymph (cost 25 energy from the Dryad)

Persephone launches a cloud of anemochory seeds in a cone in from of her, this cloud lingers for 9/12/15/18 dealing toxic and obscuring enemy reducing their accuracy. If an enemy die inside this cloud or while suffering from its toxin, these seed may germinate into a sunlight flower. Sunlight flowers will seek out warframe to orbit around. Up to 3 sunlight flowers may orbit a warframe, sunlight flowers will send light beams blinding enemies (has an individual cooldown per sunlight flower.

Spoiler

 

Note: The Sunlight flower will attack the closest enemy.

Note: Sunlight flowers increase the light level (mirage fans rejoice)

 

Treant (cost 25 energy from the Treant)

Persephone launches dagger like seeds on a cone in front of her. These dagger-like seeds will germinate into snake like plants strangling enemies. When the enemy it was strangling dies, it will start spiting acid into nearby enemies (damage scales out of the strangled enemy HP)

Spoiler

 

Note: only targets enemies debuffed by sow the seeds or Grasping Roots, damage scales out of the enemy used to spam it)

Note: Dusk Claw damage scales out me the HP of the progenitor enemy

 

 

1.1 Quimeric Seeds.

Sunlight flowers gain the ability to shoot thorns like Dusk Claw plants.  Dusk Claw plants gain the ability to shoot blinding light rays.

2. Grasping Roots

Nymph (cost 50 energy from the Dryad)

Persephone sends a wave of vines from her hand linking herself to enemies and allies. These roots link the enemy’s nervous systems, so they share a portion of the damage they take. These roots also link allies’ shields so whenever Nymph restores shields, the rest of the linked warframe also receive the same amount.

Note: even if Persephone does not receive an effective shield gain (she is already full shields and over shields) this effect can heal allies. excess shields can generate over shields

Note: Damege is shared as true damage to avoid double dipping on enemies defenses

Treant (cost 50 energy from the Treant)

Persephone sends a wave of root linking herself to allies and enemies. Linked enemies have a chance of sharing status effect. These roots also link ally’s health, so whenever Treant restores health, the rest of the linked allies receive the same amount of health.

Note: even if Persephone does not receive an effective health ( she is already full health) this effect can heal allies.

 

Helminth Version 

Persephone sends a wave of vines from her hand linking herself to enemies and allies. These roots link the enemy’s nervous systems, so they share a portion of the damage they take. These roots also link allies’ shields so whenever Nymph restores shields, the rest of the linked warframe also receive the same amount.

 

 

2.1 Sacred Garden

The roots will linger in the ground creating a garden sanctuary to Persephone and her allies. Enemies moving through this field receive a movement speed slow and drop additional resources (health, energy and ammo ) upon death. Allies moving in this garden have increased movement speed. The roots will linger in the ground creating a garden sanctuary to Persephone and her allies. 

 

3. Nature blessing

Dryad (cost 75 energy from the Dryad)

Persephone performs a brief dance receiving the grace of nature and dazzling all enemies on a radius around her. Nature´s grace gives Persephone shields whenever an enemy is dazzled and allows her to dazzle enemies my contacting them.

Spoiler

 

Clarification: Contact means either bumping into the enemy or striking them with a melee weapon.

Note: This effect may proc once per enemy and once per corpse

Note: Cannot recast this skill as long as there is at least 1 dazzled enemy.

 

Treant (cost 75 energy from the Treant)

Persephone emits snake like vines striking all nearby enemies and receives Nature´s wrath. Nature´s wrath allows Persephone to absorb (execute the enemy and heal herself) any enemy linked to her as soon as they drop below 25% health and allows her to link herself to enemies by contacting them.

Spoiler

Note: This effect may proc once per enemy and once per corpse

4. Nature´s Wish

Dryad form (cost 100 energy from the Treant)

Persephone turns into a tree and taunts all nearby enemies. This tree is invulnerable and accumulates the damage it receives. Upon recasting this skill, she will turn into her Treant form creating a thorn armor(increases armor and damages enemies on contact ) and firing thorns at all enemies targeting her. This Treant can equip any arch gun and arch weapon but it comes with the fallowing weapons as default.

Note:  thorn armor gives armor and contact damage, both the contact damage and thorns fired damage scales out of the absorbed damage  

Weapons 

Spoiler

Shotgun

Shotgun has a Rechargeable Battery Magazine. The Magazine has no reload delay and recharges 7 rounds per second and maximum magazine of 21. Absorbing corpses recharges bullets and can fill the magazine beyond its normal capacity.

Primary Fire

 Always fires the entire mag on trigger pull, each additional round increases the pellet count of the shot and the spread. Projectiles stick to enemies’ bodies and explode if hit by the flail.

Alt Fire

Always fire the entire magazine on trigger pull each additional round increases the main projectile damage, size, and explosion radius.

Flail

Innate shattering impact effect. Unique charge attack slams the flail and temporaly increases it´s range 

 

Treant form (cost 100 energy from the Dryad or 0)

Persephone forms her Nymph form on the hand of Treant and throws herself at the enemy. Upon impact, she will blind all nearby enemies and gain increased movement speed, attack speed and firing speed. The body of the Treant form will become static but enemies can target it. If the Dryad form had no energy when this skill was cast,  the Treant will just wither away and the Nymph form will emerge from it.

4.1 Nature´s Wish

Whenever Persephone turns into the Treant her normal body will remain active as specter. Whenever turns into the Nympth the Treant body will remain active as specter

 

 

Mod Set 

Set Bonus, Gaia Blessing

Gaia spams a fructiferous plant near the player. If the player picks the fruit up, they will receive a weapon and melee damage buff. Buff strength scales with the set.

Gaia´s Strength (Warframe)

– Gains 7% power strength/s while in contact with the ground (buff accumulates until you reach the cap of 70% power strength. After a skill cast the buff is reset to 0%.

Gaia´s  Care (Companion)

– Comapnios sinks into the erath istead of going into bleedout. Reemerges with full health after 40 secodns 

Gaia´s Providence (Primary, exilus)

– Gains ammo while standing on the ground (rate scales with the weapon max ammo)

Gaia´s Mercy (Secondary)

– whenever the weapons procs any status effect, proc corrosive as well.

Gaia´s Thorn (Melee)

– on heavy attack – implants seed into the enemy, seeds germinate into Treants upon the enemy death. Treant life spam scales with combo count, Treant damage scales with the weapon damage and melee mods. Up to 3 Treants may be active at aby given time. Heavy attacks cost energy per enemy hit. 

Old Version Persephone

Anima 

https://forums.warframe.com/topic/1205900-persephone-v9-dryad-and-treant-frame-spirit-like-dryad-and-“mech”-like-treant/?do=findComment&comment=11730190

[keikogi]

Added the base stats gonna add the numbers latter because status and damage transference are somewhat new mechanics, therefore a hard to balance.

[keikogi]

Buffed the health a bit , sounds insane to health creep inaros but the big form has a massive hit box and uses necramech mobility , therefore it is way easyer to hit them a normal warframe. 

Added the second augument , inpired by oberon sacred ground 

[keikogi]

Added an agument for the 4th, basically wuclone but the clone will use a diferent form form the user. 

[keikogi]

Added the descripition for the heminth version of the skill

 

[Teoarrk]

Would it be possible for you to remove the color from the text or choose a different color? It is hard to read in dark mode.

[keikogi]

25 minutes ago, Teoarrk said:

Would it be possible for you to remove the color from the text or choose a different color? It is hard to read in dark mode.

just a sec

did not notice it I use word to fromat and sometimes I forget to recolor 

Should be fixed by now 

[Teoarrk]

2 minutes ago, keikogi said:

just a sec

did not notice it I use word to fromat and sometimes I forget to recolor 

Should be fixed by now 

perfect, thanks.

Effects seem solid as a hybrid tank frame.

[keikogi]

40 minutes ago, Teoarrk said:

perfect, thanks.

Effects seem solid as a hybrid tank frame.

It was not meant to be more than that. It is pretty much the "titania " for necramechs.  Thr only truly unique things are the way she pays the "hybrid tax " ( she has to use both forms or she will waste energy due to the passive slipping the energy gain , if a pool is full you will waste half of your energy income ) and the necramech thing. 

For that frame I actually intended to write lore but I can write a story even if my lifr depends on it. 

[Teoarrk]

3 minutes ago, keikogi said:

It was not meant to be more than that. It is pretty much the "titania " for necramechs.  Thr only truly unique things are the way she pays the "hybrid tax " ( she has to use both forms or she will waste energy due to the passive slipping the energy gain , if a pool is full you will waste half of your energy income ) and the necramech thing. 

For that frame I actually intended to write lore but I can write a story even if my lifr depends on it. 

Give me a couple weeks and I can make it happen.

[keikogi]

Added the gaia mod set 

[Teoarrk]

It is done. 

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1fDhXeY-C5DFQt8cBxcdoJRbcQl7ivHozBb0IGoiSyiE/edit?usp=sharing

 

[keikogi]

28 minutes ago, Teoarrk said:

It is done.

reading it right now 

[Teoarrk]

On 2020-09-04 at 7:32 PM, keikogi said:

Gaia´s Strength (Warframe)

– Gains 7% power strength/s while in contact with the ground (buff accumulates until you reach the cap of 70% power strength. After a skill cast the buff is reset to 0%.

Gaia´s Link (Companion)

– whenever the warframes receives health or shields, the companion will be healed by the same amount (converts the excess healing into shields)  

Gaia´s Providence (Primary, exilus)

– Gains ammo while standing on the ground (rate scales with the weapon max ammo)

Gaia´s Mercy (Secondary)

– whenever the weapons procs any status effect, proc corrosive as well.

Gaia´s Thorn (Melee)

– on heavy attack – implants seed into the enemy, seeds germinate into Treants upon the enemy death. Treant life spam scales with combo count, Treant damage scales with the weapon damage and melee mods. Up to 3 Treants may be active at aby given time.

 

Sorry to bother you while you're reading. Link and Providence seem fine, but Strength is stronger than Growing Power as you can bottle up the buff until you cast. Mercy is fairly weak unless it adds some damage to the weapon as well, since Corrosive is not the same powerhouse it used to be. Thorn is a much more cost effective version of Atlas's Rumblers. I would suggest adding some kind of negative, like reduced combo efficiency or heavy attacks cost energy, or something like that to counteract the bonuses. I like the attention paid to the theme however, very thematic.

[keikogi]

1 hour ago, Teoarrk said:

Sorry to bother you while you're reading.

Finished it. I love the overall wordbuikding , the way you describe the orokin makes the sound like old nobility and despite being A******s and not giving the faintests of #*!%s about the public , they manage to give the larger populous the impressio that they give a #*!%. I also the way ballas works on your version is just amazing. 

1 hour ago, Teoarrk said:

but Strength is stronger than Growing Power as you can bottle up the buff until you cast. 

Growing power does not quitte get the bench mark right because most builds that use growing power can have an effective 100% uptime, Gaia streght has no 100% uptime and Gaia Streght competes with slot with blind rage and trasient fortitude. Blind rage imposes a build restriction (effiency or energy income ) , Trasient fortitude is a mild incovineince most of the time , Gaia Streght on the other hand has a gameplay limitation a hard cooldown and  a grouding requiriment. I think it is balanced on most cases and straight up bad on a lot of cases , the only case it is OP is recastable self buffs but it is barely better than umbral intensify on the best abuser of this feature ( Chroma ) 

1 hour ago, Teoarrk said:

Mercy is fairly weak unless it adds some damage to the weapon as well,

It is deceptively strong becasue it allows all status weapons to run corrosive , viral and heat at the same time. if the weapon has viral or corrosive or viral damage it is uselees, indeed. I did consider to thow in a holstering speed buff to incentivize a debuff and kill play style but I tought just the corrosive would be good enought. 

1 hour ago, Teoarrk said:

Thorn is a much more cost effective version of Atlas's Rumblers

I kind of think the problem here is rumblers , personally I think rumblers should at very least cast land slide when atlas cast land slide so they have an offensive opht but cannot play athe game by themselves. Btw given the new nore it should be more of bloater than a treant 

[Teoarrk]

24 minutes ago, keikogi said:

Finished it. I love the overall wordbuikding , the way you describe the orokin makes the sound like old nobility and despite being A******s and not giving the faintests of #*!%s about the public , they manage to give the larger populous the impressio that they give a #*!%. I also the way ballas works on your version is just amazing. 

Glad that you enjoyed the read :)

25 minutes ago, keikogi said:

Growing power does not quitte get the bench mark right because most builds that use growing power can have an effective 100% uptime, Gaia streght has no 100% uptime and Gaia Streght competes with slot with blind rage and trasient fortitude. Blind rage imposes a build restriction (effiency or energy income ) , Trasient fortitude is a mild incovineince most of the time , Gaia Streght on the other hand has a gameplay limitation a hard cooldown and  a grouding requiriment. I think it is balanced on most cases and straight up bad on a lot of cases , the only case it is OP is recastable self buffs but it is barely better than umbral intensify.

I see what you mean. Maybe it was a little too much best case scenario thunking when makig the comment.

 

26 minutes ago, keikogi said:

It is deceptively strong becasue it allows all status weapons to run corrosive , viral and heat at the same time. if the weapon has viral or corrosive or viral damage it is uselees, indeed. I did consider to thow in a holstering speed buff to incentivize a debuff and kill play style but I tought just the corrosive would be good enought. 

I suppose that makes sense. A bit more strip for the weapons that have to choose viral or corrosive and heat.

27 minutes ago, keikogi said:

I kind of think the problem here is rumblers , personally I think rumblers should at very least cast land slide when atlas cast land slide so they have an offensive opht but cannot play athe game by themselves. Btw given the new nore it should be more of bloater than a treant 

Yeah rumblers are just too weak. The way I think of it with the lore is that the treants grew enriched from her mycelium bed - since she is part fungus.

[keikogi]

7 hours ago, Teoarrk said:

Yeah rumblers are just too weak. The way I think of it with the lore is that the treants grew enriched from her mycelium bed - since she is part fungus.

Ended up adding the energy cost to the charge attack anyways, feels like it should be there. Not really a balance concern it was more of it feels like it should be here 

7 hours ago, Teoarrk said:

I see what you mean. Maybe it was a little too much best case scenario thunking when makig the comment

Warframe is a game of opmization so thinking of the hight end instead of the average is the right thing to do. I do like to limit stuff with gameplay requiriments instead of build requiriments because they have a bigger impact on the play style and cannot be ignored. As it is right now it will buff a bit exalted users and self buff frames but due to slot limitations it won´t really break the game. 

 

I will probably rework her 1 a bit and support the mod set effects ( treant and fruit ) on her kit. Maybe make a life cycle kind of think where you plant it on the Nymph form and harvest it on the Treant form.  As far as adding stuff I might add a a weapon set , arcanes and consumables. Consumables I tought of a neat avenue to explore ( terrain generation , healing zones , walls , caltrops, mines ) , we had this stuff as skills but never as consumables. I think adding them but adding the limit only 1 type may be equpied would be nice. 

[Teoarrk]

9 hours ago, keikogi said:

I will probably rework her 1 a bit and support the mod set effects ( treant and fruit ) on her kit. Maybe make a life cycle kind of think where you plant it on the Nymph form and harvest it on the Treant form.  As far as adding stuff I might add a a weapon set , arcanes and consumables. Consumables I tought of a neat avenue to explore ( terrain generation , healing zones , walls , caltrops, mines ) , we had this stuff as skills but never as consumables. I think adding them but adding the limit only 1 type may be equpied would be nice. 

That actually sounds pretty cool. Let your ideas run wild :)

 

[keikogi]

Reworked gaia linkk (converts your healing into pet healing ) into gaia care (unversal ulimited revives ) 

[Teoarrk]

I like it. It gives every pet vulpaphyla's revive functionality (in a way).

[keikogi]

2 minutes ago, Teoarrk said:

like it. It gives every pet vulpaphyla's revive functionality (in a way).

I'm pretty much putting it on the same tier as vaccum as far as basic functionality is concerned. Tought it as thematically appropriated way to implement it. Especially if the revive animation was somethif along these lines

 

 

[KaffeRausch]

If all missions could be customized for the Necromach, that [Tree Kin] (at least that's what they would be called in Warhammer) idea will work.

I would almost hope for Zauron Dinosaur Warframe again, the complete body shape change is more extreme than just the size.

[keikogi]

4 hours ago, KaffeRausch said:

If all missions could be customized for the Necromach, that [Tree Kin] (at least that's what they would be called in Warhammer) idea will work.

I fixed all the issues with thr player getting stuck on the map on the Trant form due to any combination off geometry and lack of energy by allowing the player to transform back at no  energy cost.

4 hours ago, KaffeRausch said:

would almost hope for Zauron Dinosaur Warframe again, the complete body shape change is more extreme than just the size.

The new ghost frame has a non humanoid form for his 4th skill

[KaffeRausch]

Il y a 7 heures, keikogi a dit :

I fixed all the issues with thr player getting stuck on the map on the Trant form due to any combination off geometry and lack of energy by allowing the player to transform back at no  energy cost.

The new ghost frame has a non humanoid form for his 4th skill

 

You mustn't confuse changing body shape with other programmer tricks.

Similar to changing from Warframe to Operator and also the Necramech, this Warframe leaves his body back and changes to something bigger.

What the player controls is not something that has changed his body shape, you change the controls to another character.

You can see that in the beta gameplay that the Ghost Warframe sheds a coat like Chroma, only you control the shed skin.