Mellow wrote:As far as I know when people meet blanks they are repulsed by them but what happens if 2 blanks meet each other? Are they unaffected?
Does it also increase the risk of burning out nearby psykers if nore than one is nearby or is a single null field as effective as many combined?
They like being around one another, as sisters coming back from the black ships now have found community with one another again, but they are still very insular people. [spoiler]:
"I had loved my sisters. It was a fierce, almost desperate kind of love, born of
the fact that we shared such a unique bond. All of us could remember the time
when we had been dragged into the convent, filthy and starving, more used to
blows than words of explanation, and then slowly realised that this place was
safe, and that it had been made for us, and that we were not alone in the
universe. It was not a comfortable existence. We were trained, sometimes brutally. Hestia
was not motivated by any benevolent sense of care, but by a pitiless vocation
rooted in ancient doctrine. Some who found their way into the convent died soon
afterwards, at times from exhaustion, at times by taking their own life. Those
who survived became stronger in both body and mind. We learned secrets about
the universe, ones that would have been our death sentence if ever uttered
outside the walls of that place. Before we took our vow of tranquility, we spoke and chattered and gossiped
just as all juveniles did. We even laughed, whenever our regulated days would
allow, sharing private jests about our humourless instructors. Even once the time
for spoken words had passed, we still shared those bonds. Thoughtmark, in its
fullest form, was an expressive language, in some ways more so than standard
speech, and the friendships I made were all the stronger for the adversity in
which they had been forged.Now I could only recall their faces – Erynn, Catale, Ruja – bloodied by their
untimely deaths. The memory of that was like a wound, gaping and blood-
raw,
taking me right back to my earliest days as a hunted infant, unable to understand
why the whole world seemed intent on causing me harm.
I could share that grief with no one. I was as alone as I had ever been,
surrounded only by the besoulled, who could never understand that it is hard for
our kind to be isolated. We have less to draw on internally than others, and the
great irony of our self-imposed seclusion is that we need human fellowship
more, for it temporarily fills the void lurking within our own hearts.
I began to dread what I would find when we finally arrived at the Throneworld.
I was under no illusions that the journey would be easy, or even that we would
make it at all. Hestia had once told me that the pilgrim-route was only for the
deluded, and that the chances of reaching Holy Terra as an individual were tiny.
Now that the High Lords seemingly wished to forget all about the Sisterhood of
Silence – how I hated that name! – we could be sure of no special treatment to
ease our passage.But I pushed the ship onwards, keeping it at the limit of its power, ignoring the
warnings of Slovo and his acolytes to respect the turbulence of the warp.
In my mind, the three things were surely linked. The Old Legions making their
return, the targeting of the convent, the gathering storm in the ether. You did not
need to be a seer to realise that some new alignment was in progress, and that we
had struggled on for too long with the old ways when their efficacy had long
since ceased" - Watchers of the Throne
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