Went home for the holidays so no progress on the growing army (except looking for more stuff to do some more terrain and probably some post-apocalyptic looking vehicles) so I focused on continuing writing the fluff for my army. Here is the latest part focused on the story behind Septimus the psyker. If you need context look into the text on the first post of this thread
Some parts intercept with some fluff I had written in the past for some space marines and info about the one pulling the strings will be revealed gradually (fluff had been thought of a few years back for Cornelivs warriors but I never had written it down).
After leaving Aibara, the ship set course to Rolauqs, its original destination. During the trip Cornelivs and Septimus often spoke about their past and what brought them to the current situation.
Septimus Germanicus was the seventh son of Daniel Germanicus, the leader of the hunting party constantly roaming the limits of their tribe’s territory in search of large prey with which they paid the tithe to the planetary governor.
Their planet was large but scarcely populated with each tribe controlling thousands of square kilometres of wild terrain. The climate was mostly dry and rocky deserts covered most of the territory, making it difficult to make large plantations and thus forcing its inhabitants to hunt the wild animals that roamed their land and herd any animals that could be safely kept near their villages and towns, in order to get enough food to feed themselves.
Septimus was still young but his father liked to take him with him in all the hunts because he was extremely agile and could ambush most large animals with just a few minutes of preparation. He was also surprisingly good at lighting a fire and would often create a fire pit with almost no fuel, something very important when the nights in the wild could easily freeze a man in his sleep. Septimus never really knew why he was so good at making fire, it was just something that came naturally to him and he would often admire the dancing fire before falling asleep.
That particular hunting trip had proved very successful and the entire party would return to the tribe’s town earlier than expected. That night the good hunt was celebrated before the expected return to their families. With strong drink affecting their minds, some of the hunters simply played around or began to sleep but among the younger members of the group a heated discussion began.
Marcus Augustus, one of the younger hunters with more muscles than brain, always disliked Septimus for being seen as a good hunter despite his smaller size and reduced muscularity. After some drinks, Marcus and his friends started to make fun of Septimus which gave them no attention whatsoever. This seemed to anger Marcus which decided to teach Septimus a lesson. Marcus and his friends surrounded Septimus and eventually were able to bring him to the ground, despite his best efforts to escape from them. Although Septimus tried to break free, Marcus and his friends started to beat him up until a strong rage began rising in Septimus and his aggressors were pulled away by a strange ball of fire that emanated from him. This brought the attention of the other hunters which tried their best to put out the flames that were burning the group of young hunters.
Although the fire came from him, Septimus had not suffered any burns and his only injuries were from the previous beating. As soon as the flames were extinguished, the other young hunters, some severely injured by the flames, started to tell the older hunters that Septimus was a sorcerer and had cast out flames out of nowhere. At first the hunters thought the youngsters were just too drunk and had somehow caught on fire with a torch or something but as soon as they looked into the burn marks on the ground they saw a shade where Septimus had stood and that it had emanated from his position. When the hunters tried to catch him to interrogate him and understood what had happened, Septimus began to flee and as he did flames surrounded him, making sure the other hunters could not reach him. He kept running until he disappeared into the desert with his pursuers far behind.
The hunters gathered and a portion of the party was tasked with capturing Septimus while the rest returned to their town with captured animals as well as the injured from Septimus flames. Those in pursuit followed his tracks for days with no luck, it seemed he was always a few steps ahead of them.
Unknown to Septimus and the hunters in his tracks, a man watched the pursuit from the distance seemingly speaking to himself. The psyker had been watching Septimus for months now, following the commands of his master.
- Besides being a natural pyromancer I haven’t seen anything special about the boy, are you sure I should spend my time teaching this one?
- He has great potential and his life in a feral world trained him well for the tasks I have planned for him in the future. And this one is not so likely to fall to the seduction of the warp as some of your first apprentices were. Most descendants are stronger than those two psykers that went chaotic, it is unlikely it will happen again. Is your faith in me wavering already Traveller?
- As always I will trust in your judgement Ancestor but I still need to find a way to speak with Septimus while keeping him away from the tribesmen.
- I am sure you will think of a way to accomplish it. We cannot afford to lose any recruits, the Imperium is in disarray and the fact we are seen as renegades means we might have to fight both sides. With all that happened with the fall of Cadia I might have to exit this device and face my enemies directly on the battlefield. I fear I might have to find a way to return to Terra in case the warbands reach too close to their target. It has been so long since I last saw my birth planet, ten millennia ago.
- You were on Terra during the Heresy time? You had never told me about that.
- A tale for another time but the short version is that I arrived too late to save the Emperor and my idea for a replacement of the Golden Throne was refused, so I just hunted down traitors around the Eye for decades as a penitence. Back on the topic, Septimus has entered a cave system, you should be able to discuss with him with no interference from the hunters if you follow him tonight.
- I will then intercept Septimus and convince him to join us. Sorry to hear about the situation you faced on Terra.
The Traveller entered the caves and positioned himself near the centre of the complex. Using mental illusions he made sure Septimus moved to join him, while the hunters where tricked into walking around in circles away from both psykers. After some minutes Septimus appeared in front of the Traveller, surprised by seeing anyone else besides the hunters on his tracks. The Traveller presented himself, trying to calm down Septimus:
- My name is Gladivs Clodivs and I am a psyker like you Septimus. I have been watching you and the time has come to teach you how to better control your powers so you can become a powerful psyker and use your powers to help a greater cause. The hunters pursuing you will not find you here, you are safe.
- How did you know my name and how do I know if I can trust you?
- Right now your mind is like an open book, it is but child’s play to read your mind and find whatever I need to know about you, I can teach you how to avoid that by protecting your mind. In what relates to trust in all honesty you can’t trust no one, specially right now. I won’t force you to come with me, you are free to leave anytime you wish.
- If you can really teach me how to control my powers I will go with you but I will not trust you and will leave if something truly displeases me.
- As you wish Septimus! - the Traveller had a smile on his face, the young psyker reminded him of his youth and the day the Ancestor first spoke with him, a strange man that seemed more out of place in the current times than a tribesman in a space ship.
For the next few months Septimus trained everyday and became more powerful. The man he knew as Gladivs focused a lot of his training in both protecting his own mind as well as read the minds of others and would often take him to the outskirts of the capital city of the planet in order to test his capabilities by reading the minds of the governor’s staff, PDF soldiers and other inhabitants of the city.
Around the time Cornelivs was making his escape from Airom, Gladivs disappeared for a few days, after instructing Septimus to keep training his powers in the outskirts of the capital. When Gladivs returned he seemed rather tired and he told Septimus they should move to the wilderness and continue to train the natural pyromancy skills that Septimus possessed. For months they continued to train and during that time Gladivs told Septimus that one day they would part ways but regardless of what would happen that he could always trust in those that bear the mark of the Green Scorpion and proceeded to show him the symbol which covered his ring. He said that those that bear the mark might conceal it and belong to different parts of society but they all serve the same purpose and that one day Septimus would discover his own purpose as a Green Scorpion.
One day Gladivs simply vanished leaving behind a small necklace with the Green Scorpion as a gift for Septimus. From that day onwards Septimus wore the necklace hidden below his clothes, feeling somehow that the small jewellery protected him wherever he went. After some days Cornelivs appeared on Aibara and the rest you already know.