Mercury Zealot
Monstrocity of Moross - Deceased
Premise
Today two the galaxies most deadly viruses from ages long past - The Technovirus, and the Vongspawn Virus - shall be mixed into one monstrous creature. Already the Resu as a race have been dominated by a major mutation onset by their Morossian God Neth, who molded the First Convert, Stone Hermes, into a sentient monstrosity of Alchemical machine and voracious creature. Unfortunately, with the advantages of this "Plague Blessing", it comes with an equal curse; the Resu cannot reproduce as the Techno-Resu. At first, it was merely agreed to put the remaining non-plagued Resu in reserves and allow them to reproduce for them, converting half the population over a course of time that the population doubles. However, an unknown plague has ravaged the "Heathen Resu", causing a rapid decline in numbers and fertility. Desperate for an answer with their gods, they have acquired from the galactic market, a strain of the Vongspawn virus taken from members of the defeated Horde. They had consulted those who are believed to be in direct communion with the other gods of the pantheon, more specifically, Lliad the God of Plagues, and they have high hopes this Plague of Flesh shall combat their Plague of Metal. They have the word of the First Convert of Neth - Stone Hermes - that the knowledge of these plagues are sound to introduce into the bodies of Resu Believers. Being the head of the Resu's faith in the Morossian Pantheon, he calms his people before engaging in the experiment.
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Stone Hermes kneels before the Altar of Lliad. This was... unnatural for him to do. It had been some time since he had last prayed for any other god but Neth. However, the graces of his knowledge had been in recent times, lacking. He granted him and his people the machinations needed to engage in communion with the gods properly. With bloodshed and sacrifice, and the endurance of adversity. Stone Hermes had been missing from the action of the crusade for quite some time now in dealing with the current crisis of his people, which has thus disabled him from his prefered form of worship through combat. He hoped that this crisis that was distracting him, did not make Neth think less of his people as servile Archists.The libraries he had commissioned on Resu were extensive, and massive, if incomplete. Orb manufacturing had skyrocketed, as Resu scribes voiced the sacred texts of Moross with zeal and fervor. He himself had even made minor contributions. A scholar he was anything but, but adding to the knowledge of Resu was the best he could do to maintain his faith in the Overgod Neth, as he described him to his people. With knowledge he changed his body, and transcended his flesh to something more receptive of information, more capable of relaying it beyond brutal contact, and with it the knowledge of Moross. Through these tokens it was only appropriate that among all gods they should solely devote their lives to his name.
Long had their blades driven plaguemetal into the writhing resistant flesh of Heathen Relatives, civil war ravaged there moon as civil war always did. Only now could effective victory be claimed by any singular faction. Moross brought to the Resu that no other faith of faction did: Victory. For the first time in Resu history, war between Resu had effectively ended. All that was left now was mere conversion when appropriate for the continuation of the race. But the plague that granted them gifts was after all, still a plague, and was within the domain of Liad to make it a hardship to bear. Stone Hermes personally had been upset to find he had become infertile, thus effectively rendering affection dead to him. Little did he know that Liad had other plans for the Resu, than mere reservations. Stone Hermes had claimed that this new plague was a punishment on the Resu for "cheating" the adversity he had set before them in the form of Neth's gift to them.
Which brought them to where they are now.
<<First Convert, many Archivists say you believe you have found something of religious importance?>> A fellow Resu High Archivist whispered in their tongue, leaving little flashes in the dark that surrounded them, unaware to them. It was a congregation of hundreds of Techno-Resu beyond the doors of the Morossian Temple erected over a key Thermal Vent, that had once served as the Imperial Palace of the Old Imperial Confederacy.
<<Yes XVIth Convert, many Archivists are correct: I have found a thing which sprang from the Ancients of our enemies.>> He replied to XVI, still praying to the altar, as Inari had shown him how so long ago.
<<Then the rumors are true. You would bring a Heathen artifact here? Surely Liad would not be so cruel to us.>> XVI replied once more, creating certain gestures specific to the Resu's faith, that few non-Resu could pick out as being a gesture at all.
<<Liad gives and takes, what he gives and takes is his will. Liad is not Neth, he holds nothing sacred but the creation and relief of pains. Those who hold the greatest pains may worship him greatest. This "artifact" shall cause us an agony Resu have not known, but it is true to my word, in saying it is the panacea.>>
<<I do hope you are right. Who shall defend Moross if Liad would have us die? Such a betrayal to Neth would spark war against the Crusade. Thus our death is blasphemy.>>
<<I would commit no treason as that, and would force none to such devastating choice as was put upon me in the face of Neth.>>
<<I would suggest no such choice! Do not misunderstand First Convert, my life would face such treason should you do so! I meant only to remind our struggle.>>
<<You are pardoned XVIth Convert. Do you guess our new salvation?>>
<<Such a miracle is beyond me Our First>>
<<It is a seed from those who spawned the Horde, from Ancient times. It is a plague, within the nature of Liad, to change the host to those who spawned the Horde, from Ancient times. A Plague of Flesh we Hate, to combat the Plague of Metal we Love. It will make our flesh theres, and from it newborns shall once again flow freely from the loins of our women.>> The Convert was made to gasp at this revelation, both in excitement and abhorrent disgust.
<<Us and our women should be formed in the flesh of those we hate? This sicken me, but delights me to find some miracle exists to overcome our plagues. Three then, shall then be a sacred number, as it shall be with three plagues that the Resu people were liberated of lifes shackles, to the honorable service of the Pantheon. Noble Zealots are we, in monstrous form.>>
<<Aye>> Stone Hermes had then just finished the prayer and stood before the altar, and released his feet from the ground to drift upwards, in the likeness of angels in light warm air. You knew though that even among other believers, that Resu were truly more like Demons of the darkened icy waters. This did not do anything to discourage the continued image, as they were a testament to the will of Neth, who held the knowledge to make even demonic monsters kneel before the Gods and their people.
He swam for the exit of the entire temple, to be ferried to the surface, where the first experiment would take place. It would be done out of water, in the medium it had been discovered in. Stone Hermes was optimistic about the scenario.
He silently prayed.