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In the arid deserts of Colchis, where the sun beats down mercilessly and the sands whisper ancient secrets, you, Fan Morgal, stand at a crossroads. Your tribe, the Decline, teeters on the brink of extinction, their water supply all but gone and their enemies closing in.
Desperation led you to accept an offer of power, and now you are imbued with a strength that sets you apart from your kin. With the power of your Infernal Exaltation coursing through your veins, you rise, a formidable force...
In the 30th Millenia, the Imperium has been born. Under the watch of the Emperor of Man and his Primarchs, humanity is recovering from the Age of Strife. Follow one of the unknown Primarchs during the Great Crusade and see if you can make Warhammer a kinder setting.
You are PR-01, Commander of the HCS Prometheus. Built into one of mankind's greatest dreadnought class vessels you survived the cybernetic revolt through the ever effective tactic of running away. It is now M30 and the warp storms that long halted your journey have cleared. Will you survive the coming crusades? Will you find out what caused the revolt in the first place? Will you live up to your status as a Man of Gold, the mightiest and most advanced of form of mechanical life?
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The Gods of Chaos attempted to scatter the primarchs but the Emperor would not allow them. So upon the heart of Terra the four gods battled with the peak of mankind. However even with aid he was not powerful enough to best them in combat. That day gods died and an emperor was slain. One child remained in a broken lab and the rest were scattered.
How can one have a great crusade with an empty helm.
In a better age of humanity, before the galaxy devolved into hate and strife, the Emperor and his kin were meant to be the protectors, and gentle shepherds, of humanity. Now, the Emperor directs a grand and terrible crusade to tear the galaxy down and remake it in his image. He has no noble goal. No greater ideal. He needs to die.
And you were made for killing gods.
Two primarchs were erased from Imperial record. All that they were: their names, their deeds, even their legions, lost to time. This is the story of the 11th primarch, on the oceanic knightworld of Tabgach.
Captain Ching Sun-Sin was found by the great Reaver Queen, ruler of the greatest pirate armada in the world. He has slaughtered slavers on their own misbegotten ship slain ancient krakens, fought off a Dark Eldar raid, and destroyed a Chaos cult within an eternal storm. Now, however, the...
You are a Primarch, a demigod forged by the greatest human that has ever and will ever live. Your role is that of war and conquest, a tool built to subjugate a galaxy.
Except, something went horribly wrong, as it tends to do.
Will you break free of the shackles of your creation, or will you embrace them? The choice is yours.
Angron Thal'kyr has been pulled into the warp, his brother Lorgar at his side. In their absence, civil war grips the nascent Imperium, as brother turns against brother and father against son.
Let the Galaxy Burn.
On Barbarus, Mortarion the Pale King completes his war of liberation, slaying the last of the Overlords and bringing freedom to his world. When the Emperor comes, he will find a Primarch quite different to the bitter monster he could have become, and the galaxy will feel the echoes of that change.
Angron Thal'kyr was not plucked against his will from Nuceria's surface. He was reinforced by the Twelfth Legion, and together they waged war across the galaxy.
Now, with the Great Crusade drawing to a close and dark clouds gathering, Angron must lead his little brothers of the Chainbreakers Legion into an uncertain future... and, perhaps, one better than what lies in his past.
It is the final days of the Goden Age of Technology. Warp Storms ravage logistics and worlds alike, rendering interstellar travel fraught with strife. The Men of Iron rage against their creators, brought low by a disease of the mind. Strange and abnormal humans have begun appearing babbling and whimpering at the storm of shrieking pressed hot against their minds, against their very souls. Even the stars in the sky are disappearing from a malignant race delighting in watching Humanity's fall...
A significantly older Shirou Emiya from 'From Fake Dreams' by Third Fang got reincarnated in the Warhammer universe as the Eleventh Primarch. How will the Tenth Dead Apostle Ancestor change the faith of the galaxy?
Shout out to Third Fang for From Fake Dreams and Daemon Hunter for The Eleventh Primarch.
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Culth 7d is a pair of worlds on the fringe of the galaxy. It is a world of harsh experiments, political backstabbing, and where those that don't meet demands are tools for those who can. Then to this world a star falls and a legend is born.
This is the story-only thread for Railguns & Pulse Rifles, currently, it is being run on space battles with most discussion occurring on discord, theirs is also a discussion thread found here
Note: I'm just a player in-game with permission form the QM to post this
You are the second Primarch and you are fated to die at the Wolf's hand, your deeds forgotten and eradicated. This is your story.
The Great Crusade dawns!
It is the late 35th Millenium, and there is only war.
The Imperium, forged in the flames of the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy, has split in the Nova Terra Interregnum. The Segmentum Pacificus has largely rejected the authority of the High Lords of Terra.
At the same time, the Adeptus Mechanicus sees its own strife as the Moirae Schism splits the servants of the Machine-God.
In all of this, almost forgotten by the galaxy, the 13th Founding of the Adeptus Astartes reaches its end...
On the 'civilised' world of Nuceria, the Primarch Angron prepares to make his final stand, an army of gladiators at his side.
In one reality, he is plucked from the battlefield by the Emperor at the last minute, and his brothers die alone. In another, it is the Twelfth Legion that find him, and descend on wings of fire to fight at their gene-father's side.
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"It is the 19th Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the United Stellar Commonwealth has been a shining beacon of hope, illuminating the Galaxy from the cradle of Humanity, Earth. It is the unifier of Mankind by the will of progress, justice, and liberty. The defender of ten million worlds by the might of its inexhaustible cybernetic armies. It is a peacekeeper armed with the power of science and reason. It is the highest ideals of Man, embodied by the vast sacrifices of its...
A quest in the 29th millennium of Warhammer, the time before the Emperor has taken over the world. A time where grand nations via for control of humanity's birth world. In this ancient time where fate is yet to be marked, a new force enters the fray.
The Emperor created 20 sons to serve as his generals during his campaign to reunite humanity...
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Among mankind, there are killers, and there are predators. And among the Legiones Astartes, there are superhumans, and there are monsters.
You are a son of the Revenant Legion, the Immortal IX, the Emperor's most redhanded blade, barely matched in horror by even the most corrupt of foes, the seed of a nightmare that stood apart from even the Primordial Annihilator.
The Legion's destiny was to assume a mask of nobility and beauty, to shine bright as an example to all of angels that walked...
Cast into the warp the primarch of the second legion will raise themself from the world they landed on, perhaps to join their father's imperium.
Lead a tiny cluster of humanity through the long dark of the 30th millenium
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The Adeptus Administratum has called for yo to take the position of Planetary governor do yo have what it takes?
Konrad Curze is thrown into another world, our goal is to see him develop as a character while remaining IN CHARACTER. No elements from 30k/40k will be going with, just Konrad, some clothes, and his natural abilities
For more than five thousand years man has scrambled in the dust of the dead Federation and the chaos of its fall. For more than five thousand years has your sector endured, degraded and wartorn though it may be. There are new challenges and inheritors now, claiming the unity of Old Earth and demanding the allegiance of man.
What will you do?
Will you bend the knee to the golden man?
Or will you fight - for liberty, for equality, for fraternity. For all the ideals of man, will you fight...
Welcome to Mist and Shadow: an Eldar God Quest! In this quest, you play as Ladrielle, a God of the Eldar in the universe of Warhammer 40k. Long have you lived through the times of apostasy and decadence, but unlike so many of your kind, you survived the birth of Slaanesh. Your followers are few and your resources are meager, but you persist—for now.
The fabric between this world and the next is torn. The Aeldari Empire is in flames. The Dark Prince has been unleashed on the galaxy. But not...
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