It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries The Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the Master of Mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.
Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. His Navy charts paths between distant stars, battling the foes of mankind. Every ship is a bastion cutting through the void of space. The Navy is the lifeblood of the Imperium, ensuring all runs smoothly. If the Navy fails, entire systems will fall to darkness and death.
To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.
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You are not Midshipman Candor. You have the same skin, hair, eyes. But you are not Candor. You shuffle in your uncomfortable uniform as the bored looking man with the shotcannon in one hand and your...Candor's...papers in the other eyes you. Your mind wanders a little as you consider what got you into this situation. Why you are here, about to take on a post in His Divine Majesty's Navy.
[] They never saw the knife coming…
[] Wrong place at the right time...
[] Fraudulent Papers
[] A Bar Brawl Gone Wrong
[] A Trade - You wanted a new life, the real Candor wanted to escape
[] "Dragon's Tooth"
[] "The Flickering Light"
[Alright! This is an idea I had that I hope is entertaining! To put it in simple terms: Gaunt's Ghosts is Sharpe in Space, and this is Horatio Hornblower in Space. I also want to thank @Ugolino for ideas, homebrew, and set pieces used in this quest]
[Oh yeah, I should make it clear, the last two options are mystery options that will change the tone of the quest quite a bit.]
Good, then it's time to see if I can't have some fun.
[X] Plan Ice Cream Sailor
-[X] Anastasia Candor
-[X] Female
-[X] Ice Cream Soldier
-[X] A Trade - You wanted a new life, the real Candor wanted to escape
Alright, I think it is fair to say that the winner of the vote is Robute Candor. I will leave it open for a bit longer but expect the first story update tonight or tomorrow.
Alright, I think it is fair to say that the winner of the vote is Robute Candor. I will leave it open for a bit longer but expect the first story update tonight or tomorrow.
Is this quest will be based on new 8th ed lore or on old one, without primaris, dark imperium and other totally not grimdark content for children "innovations"?
Is this quest will be based on new 8th ed lore or on old one, without primaris, dark imperium and other totally not grimdark content for children "innovations"?
This quest takes place before all those innovations. I have another quest that takes place during the current lore, and I'm trying to do something different here.