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Enter the splintered psyche of a malfunctioning posthuman - and wander through the splendid wreck of mankind's golden future.
Welcome to Falkor, a Parliament quest, but this one with a twist, you aren't the only one playing.
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.
The Emperor finds himself chained to the Golden Throne, but this time his fight against Chaos is only just beginning, with attempts to reform the Imperium for a changed age.
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...
[Currently in civilisation creation]
This quest will try to cover the Age of Strife since its beginning until the Birth of Slaaneash with mechanics based on Frostpunk. Preserve your civilisation until the Long Night ends.
Better description after CC.
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It is the dawn of the 30th Millennium. Mankind is scattered.
Terra, the homeworld, is ruled by Techno-Barbarians, Biological Monstrosities, and Mad Warlords of all flavors. Humanity calls out for a savior, a unifier, a leader to bring together all the lost worlds of man and usher forth a new golden age.
Meanwhile, in a secret bunker complex in the Himalayas, a 14-foot tall superhuman wakes up in a pool of his own piss, with no memory of who he is or how he got here. There are voices in his...
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It is the 30th Millennium, and humanity is at the edge of the precipice.
Follow the journey of one of the Lost Primarchs, as you make landfall upon your adoptive homeworld, make it your own, and help pave the way for the expansion of the Imperium, while trying to rein in the worst of it, and maybe make it a little better.
The Age of Strife has ended, and the battered remnants of humanity have been united by the Emperor of Mankind to start a war that promises to see humanity return to ascendancy in the stars.
By the reckoning of humanity, it is the twenty-nineth millennia. The birth of a Dark God, already responsible for the collapse of civilization into the Age of Strife, is nigh, and with it comes the dawn of the Age of Humanity.
In the northern edge of the Galaxy,, Craftworld Vau-Vulkesh begins a defiant plan to reforge their own souls to reject the newborn Slaanesh. They will keep Vaul's fire burning, they and their allies, with the aid of technology lost to the other survivors, and defy...
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...
The path you choose will determine the legacy of the Magi Ætheric.
The Machine God awaits your decision.
The Emperor created 20 sons to serve as his generals during his campaign to reunite humanity...
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.
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?
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.
It is the 32nd Millennium and it has been 200 years since the Lord of Terra has launch his Great Crusade across the galaxy to scour the stars of Xenos and to reunite the vestiges of Humanity to banish the ignorance and darkness of Old Night. Yet within the dark corners of the galaxy and even within the very confines of Terra dark powers seek to corrupt the noble sons of the Master of Mankind, the Primarchs, that will set brother upon brother and shatter the very foundations of the Empire and...
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.
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.
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.
TBD
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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