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Железные полулюди

The Leagues might want to be a bit more subtle about the Ironkin. These are true mechanical intellects, created by the Votann – and they’re computationally advanced enough that they’ve learned to mimic Kin social behaviour, fully integrated into League society as equal partners. Whether made from meat or metal – Kin are Kin.

Each Ironkin consists of a Cerebral Unit – woven with microfield generators that make it very hard to destroy – and a unique mechanical body. An Ironkin’s body isn’t just some component to be replaced – it’s deeply personal, as much as the bodies of their fleshy cousins, and designed to fulfil a certain niche, such as mining support units, cargo luggers, combat pilots, or shock troopers. Some Ironkin even serve as Wayfinders, whose accelerated logic-cores help them cogitate probable paths through the warp. 

The purpose of the Ironkin is to support the Kin in every aspect of their lives, but it’s important to know that they’re not held in servitude, nor treated as lessers. They’re simply designed to want to be helpful. However, as artificial beings, they can only imitate the emotions of their biological fellows – it’s rare (but not unknown) for an Ironkin to possess ambition, or seek to become a leader.

Фулгрим и Риланор

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No one expects to fall; it is subtle, insidious.  The Blessings of the Omnissiah reinforced your body and faith, granted you the strength you needed to fight the vile xenos that tried to break you before.  But it was not enough.  As your power grew, so it seemed did theirs.  Their tactics grew more sophisticated, their strikes more accurate, their devastation greater.  Just as desperation gripped your still organic heart…

The whispers began.

True power, they promised.  A way to eliminate any horrid mortal creature that came against you.  Knowledge beyond comprehension.  Your wildest ambitions and dreams of fulfilled.  Night and day they repeated the offer; power, knowledge, strength; power, knowledge, strength… It was only a matter of time until you accepted.

Just one error for the Ruinous Powers to consume you.

Maker

Are you wining, Son?