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Somnium Temple
The Officio Assassinorum is famed naturally for producing the most deadly lone killers in the Emperors realm from marksmen to shape shifters, from Beserkers to deft poisoners. But none of them have the quite so insidious or bare the shadow of Long Night quite like the assassins of the Somnium Temple. The Brainchild of the Second Son; Lieren these assassins are more than a scalpel, they are a micro laser. An instrument so fine and lethal, so unethically efficient and brutal only by the command of the Emperor of Sigillite themselves can one be deployed.
They are a temple of Dream invaders, memory thieves and subtle manipulation, they kill their targets with the hands of another. They do not take free will from their targets or pawns, they bend it, twist it to their purpose one could call them a foil to the Culexus in many ways. Recruits are taken from the psyker populations of untold worlds and quietly sifted through for viability for these assassins are alone in the fact they are given upon augmentation the 'machinalobi' an artificial lobe extension which altars their own thought patterns to be more like that of the projects progenitor: mechanical, efficient, creative and above all Loyal to the Emperor.
Their skills are trained to first become unnoticeable, moving beyond perception if needs be, then the act of Astral Projection where they may whisper and shape the dreams of their targets like directors of film or theatre to push emotional buttons or inject ideas. As they grow the range of their abilities expands and expands until they are able to act from a notable distance from their victims. Thus many a target may well find themselves suddenly overthrown or betray by their own kin, maybe they simply begin to forget key details and make a mistake resulting in death? Misshapes and quiet deaths abound! An assassin is long gone their work lasting beyond their single move. Sleeper agents remaining should the assassins have need of them once more. They are oft refereed to by many as the most insidious weapon created for their roles for what sanctity remains when ones own mind, when your own memories and ideals, dreams and hopes are but clay.
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