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Please don't, that's how we got the mess that is 40k.
But yeah, this is the Eldar in a nutshell.
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But yeah, this is the Eldar in a nutshell.
While I Appreciated the original version for the sheer Rage aspect.
This updated one is far more sublime , what use is violence, what more can he do than what they already/have done unto themselves.
Had wisdom , mercy or love been in their hearts then, Angron would have been theirs through sheer gratitude, love, loyalty, but instead they empowered their great adversaries.
it would be very interesting to see the povs of the seers post mekhane mic dropping them ... unfortunately idk i feel as if many will still prefer the smell of their own farts , The poor fools.
This updated one is far more sublime , what use is violence, what more can he do than what they already/have done unto themselves.
Had wisdom , mercy or love been in their hearts then, Angron would have been theirs through sheer gratitude, love, loyalty, but instead they empowered their great adversaries.
it would be very interesting to see the povs of the seers post mekhane mic dropping them ... unfortunately idk i feel as if many will still prefer the smell of their own farts , The poor fools.
The issue with the whole sane man trope is that it requires special conditions in order to work. Unless you're powerful enough to shrug off everything that is thrown your way you have to play by the same rules as everyone else does.
the moment someone enters the 40K universe. Blaming the Eldar is mandatory, just like asking the emperor to cover your ass. (unless you are a machine god that can cover yourself)
But yeah everything that went wrong in 40k can be traced to the Eldar.
And honestly, with the amount of mess they make, that the other races need to clean. I wonder why their not more effort into exterminating them. (not advocating genocide just I wonder why the other race arent "more" genocidal toward them)
But yeah everything that went wrong in 40k can be traced to the Eldar.
And honestly, with the amount of mess they make, that the other races need to clean. I wonder why their not more effort into exterminating them. (not advocating genocide just I wonder why the other race arent "more" genocidal toward them)
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If you ever find yourself in Biel Tan... However possible that is and you don't get annihilated within the first attosecond, ask one of the people in the Path of Service... Though you may find them in sore demand as they are much fewer in number in Biel Tan than of other craftworlds, ask them to take you to the library where they hold the records of how many enemies the Craftworld has.
Now with that knowledge in mind, do the same on another craftworld, perhaps Ulthwe.
You will find that the lists are very, very different.
Basically, not everyone hates the eldar. But everyone hates Biel Tan.
I agree that OP needs to do interact with the universe and take it seriously. But The Sane Man should already do that. What I'm worried about is how it affects their thinking. Like, even if they read the lore or all the Black Library novels, why are they acting like they're gospel? Even in the books, it's quite clear that the authors wrote the characters like they're xenophobic, biased and brainwashed with propaganda; ie. not having reliable perspectives on events. Even the Emperor isn't free of this, otherwise he'd not gotten got like he did. But OP doesn't act like that's the case.
This sort of thinking is a big problem with the 40k fandom overall, so it's not such a big deal because you see this in most fanfics, but it is a little disappointing. Like, his idea of a racially segregated republic. It seems to be based on the Imperiums view of Xenos, about how you can't thrust them - due to what happened before the Imperiums founding, or something. The problem is that there's NO reason for someone from our time, with our common understanding of how bias and interests form how history is written, to believe it one iota. I'm not saying that the alien races that are the Imperiums main opponents aren't dangerous, but it's important to notice that the ones that weren't that are most likely genocided and then forgotten. We know that after the fall a lot of Xeno allies turned on humanity, but how often did the opposite happen? How often, during the crusades, did they stumble onto a planet where humanity had enslaved their alien neighbors or the conflict wasn't as black and white? Where humans and aliens lived quite amicably, working side by side with each other? Those instances wouldn't count and just like racist/nationalists/nazis today, proof of cooperation or the world being more nuanced than what they believe, would not be seen as flaws in their ideology.
The authors have made these things extremely clear for the reader, without out and out saying it, so why do we have so many SI's that blindly swallow the Imperiums narrative almost whole sale, with so little critical thought? Some might just disagree with how the Emperor went' about things, but that's it. That's what's dissapointing. Despite being a nation of minds, working together, they haven't stopped and thought about these ideas and how it should affect their view of how they should go about things.
This will affect how OP deals with the wider universe and that's the problem. What strategical and tactical decisions will they take, thinking like that? Will they be able to use their advantages in creative ways, or will it stop with 40k ideas with some reaper tech, patched in?
Two things.
Firstly, do keep in mind that events like the eldar failing to kill Angron did happen, it's not in-universe propaganda.
As is the Eldar birthing Slaanesh. So accepting that what happens in the novels is actually true is reasonable.
Secondly, he wants to fix the imperium, he's going to have an easier time doing so if they think that his views line up with theirs.
The rest can come later.
Notice Update 3 (for those who want to)
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I am thinking of making a new threat to discuss the future form of the reforged humanity, which will come at the end of the second Arc. I have multiple proposals, yet I can't seem able to pick and choose which one, and considering that you readers are also kind of in the jumbled mess that is Mekhane's psyche having you and me brainstorm together what would be the best course of action seems befitting.
What do you people think? Want to contribute to the future of humanity in 40k?
What do you people think? Want to contribute to the future of humanity in 40k?
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Sure, just post a link and I'll at least be there to throw idea out.
Some things to consider before though.
Make sure you list rules that we should follow on ideas. Maybe break down each part of this new Humanity as a different thing to talk about. Like number of worlds, industry, Navy, Army, luxuries, current leaders.
Try to make some kind of format we follow, cause us just throwing stuff at you will get very hectic, very quick.
Some things to consider before though.
Make sure you list rules that we should follow on ideas. Maybe break down each part of this new Humanity as a different thing to talk about. Like number of worlds, industry, Navy, Army, luxuries, current leaders.
Try to make some kind of format we follow, cause us just throwing stuff at you will get very hectic, very quick.
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Quick question, where would be best to post that thread? I am not sure if fits directly into user fiction or should be elsewhere...
Also by the way, the next chapter is almost halfway finished and Cegorach will be... Cegorach....
Also by the way, the next chapter is almost halfway finished and Cegorach will be... Cegorach....
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I would assume in the"Creative Discussion & Worldbuilding" section.
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Come my brethren. We have much to discuss.
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40000th Catalyst
Chapter 26
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Minutes passed in total silence. The quietness of the Craftworld built to Eldar specifications was a trait common on almost all of the Asuryani's word vessels. But at this moment it simply highlighted the sheer lack of noise in the general environment.
Not even the three beings present could be heard speaking.
Granted, one lacked normal lungs, only possessing a synthetic facsimile to them built for the sole purpose of aesthetics and conversational purposes.
The other two though were of skill and grace to muffle their own breathing to a supernatural degree given their own paranatural nature.
Eventually though, the muteness was finally broken by a question coming from a feminine voice.
"How long has he been unresponsive for?"
The solitaire next to her lifted a comically oversized time measuring wrist mounted device of ostentatiously awful colors and tacky design. Its only resemblance to the mon'keigh's ancient primitive devices being its function, as everything else was twisted to a comical degree for no other reason as than being plainly weird."Mhm… if my watch is correct." Began the clown god. "And it usually isn't." He commented, getting Veilwalker to twist her brows within her faceless helm, an aeldari expression of exasperation similar to how the mon'keigh roll their eyes. "He has remained in that same gawking expression for three whole third microcycles."
That was the equivalent of five minutes in human terms.
"Or at least, pretending to." Sylandri remarked.
"Yes, well, he must be surely having a very in depth discussion with his many selves."
"Surely he could have finished by now."
"True. But one can only imagine how it must be for a being with seventeen billion souls inside that still are fully cognizant and very much active." The clown god sighed. "Though you do have a point, being outside the webway is a bit strenuous without actual preparation, so we should speed this up a bit."
"I'll deal with it." She stated and walked to the white avatar of the newest deific being in the galaxy. Then she took out a crayon and began making doodles on its frozen face.
And it was enough to get the being out of its internal debate.
With a quick movement, Mekhane's avatar gripped the shadowseer's wrist and stopped her desecration of his features. Or lack thereof.
"That was uncalled for. If you are going to draw doodles on my face, at least do something other than eldar penises squirting bodily fluids." Mekhane remarked, rather annoyed. Then he grinned. "Though I admit, I am surprised, and pleased that you had it in you."
Sylandri shrugged, amused. "Someone has to have fun around this parts. The rest of my kin have… er, what do you call it? A yes! A stick. A stick too far up their own anal cavities to have some harmless fun with other races."
"Usually your kind of fun involves people exploding in masses of caustic liquids and bone."
She did not miss a beat. "That too."
"You know… you do not behave like someone full of mystery or addicted to speaking in vague tongues." This time she did not reply. In her stead the Clown God spoke through his solitaire avatar.
"We know that you would not appreciate it, and for better or worse, we do need your help as much as you need ours." The avatar of the young divine like being looks at the solitaire as its skin ripples, consuming the paint on it until it becomes white and smooth once again.
"Right." Mekhane intones. "I have a whole list of questions." There was a tone there that spoke of some internal apprehension to the old one.
"Which I am sure many of them are asking why I and the rest of my brethren have left the galaxy the decrepit state that it is. Alas, while I would have enjoyed having an insouciant moment of conversation with you, my time here in the Materium is rather limited, so I have to be brief."
"Yeah… plural Old Ones… good to know." Mekhane obviously took that offhand revelation with some dread. Oh, he had known of Qah, and of the probability that there were more Old Ones outside the Milky Way galaxy. But that there were more than Qah and Cegorach? That was new. And a highly concerning thought.
Cegorach snorted knowingly at his expression. "Oh fret not, child. There are only three of us left in this galaxy after the reincarnation of the Sixth Diabolic Horn." Cegorach pointedly ignored the look –or rather, the faceless expression- of shock from the white avatar of the mechanical god light years away. "And I can assure you that they will not awaken for at least twenty more millennia." Then he snorted, very amused, yet could not hide the undertones of pity. "Their reactions to knowing that their millennia old plans have spontaneously combusted while they were asleep would have been hilarious, if it wasn't so tragic."
Steeling himself against more of the conversations of the Old One, Mekhane nodded as to continue the conversation. "Alright. Why are you here if not to talk or pull a prank on me?" Then he decided to add, almost worriedly. "Unless the prank is soon to be pulled just before you leave."
Cegorach at least found the remark humorous, if the solitaire's mask form was anything to go by. The black cloaked avatar then began to walk forwards, drawing closer to the white avatar of Mekhane. "The knowledge you seek is not the one you truly need. Thus, I have prepared four gifts, and a bit of wisdom from this Ul-Slaan."
Mekhane did not take a step back, but his mind light years away was already growing weary. "Why do I have the feeling that these gifts are not something I might appreciate?"
Cegorach laughed. "Oh, you will absolutely adore them." Then the black robed avatar drew a linen wrapped dagger from its cloak of darkness and with a deft series of actions, the bladed weapon danced through his fingers and hand. The form of the Mask, one of amusement that promised it would not be hilarious for the one in its eyes. "The wrappings though, they can be quite the nasty things."
And when Cegorach spun the weapon, its scabbard of cloth became unmade and its metallic, silver like surface held four gems running down the blade. One Blue. One Red. One Green. And one Pink.
Mekhane made to get away from the very obvious and extremely dangerous threat, but found his avatar unable to move. In an attosecond he began to sever the connections to the avatar, but try as he made, the Quantum Enthralled Connections remained just as strong.
And then his every sensor beheld the mask of Cegorach as panic began to course through him in a long time.
"And that is my wisdom, my child."
And then the dagger was plunged into the warfarme's chest, and then every circuit was lit aflame.
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INVASION:ERROR!FOREIGN-E.CLASS-MEMETIC-COGNITOHAZARD.ETECTED.COMMENCING-DEFENSIVE-PROTOCOLS!!
ERROR!
ERROR!
ERROR!!
COGNITOHAZARD-PENETRATION-EMINENT-BARRICADA-ZONE-BREACHED-FIREWALL.666-BREACHED-ABSOLUTE-TERRITORY-ZONE-BREACHED-
The Devil Sensual Draped in all Secrets that are Kept.
The Winged Hound Axe in Hand Thirsting for Blood and Skulls.
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AN: Shit starts and Cegorach simply Cegorachs. Sigh... what else would have happened.
Also, the discussion page for the future form of mankind. Please attend and provide to the messy brainstorm that it is.
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Chapter 26
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Minutes passed in total silence. The quietness of the Craftworld built to Eldar specifications was a trait common on almost all of the Asuryani's word vessels. But at this moment it simply highlighted the sheer lack of noise in the general environment.
Not even the three beings present could be heard speaking.
Granted, one lacked normal lungs, only possessing a synthetic facsimile to them built for the sole purpose of aesthetics and conversational purposes.
The other two though were of skill and grace to muffle their own breathing to a supernatural degree given their own paranatural nature.
Eventually though, the muteness was finally broken by a question coming from a feminine voice.
"How long has he been unresponsive for?"
The solitaire next to her lifted a comically oversized time measuring wrist mounted device of ostentatiously awful colors and tacky design. Its only resemblance to the mon'keigh's ancient primitive devices being its function, as everything else was twisted to a comical degree for no other reason as than being plainly weird."Mhm… if my watch is correct." Began the clown god. "And it usually isn't." He commented, getting Veilwalker to twist her brows within her faceless helm, an aeldari expression of exasperation similar to how the mon'keigh roll their eyes. "He has remained in that same gawking expression for three whole third microcycles."
That was the equivalent of five minutes in human terms.
"Or at least, pretending to." Sylandri remarked.
"Yes, well, he must be surely having a very in depth discussion with his many selves."
"Surely he could have finished by now."
"True. But one can only imagine how it must be for a being with seventeen billion souls inside that still are fully cognizant and very much active." The clown god sighed. "Though you do have a point, being outside the webway is a bit strenuous without actual preparation, so we should speed this up a bit."
"I'll deal with it." She stated and walked to the white avatar of the newest deific being in the galaxy. Then she took out a crayon and began making doodles on its frozen face.
And it was enough to get the being out of its internal debate.
With a quick movement, Mekhane's avatar gripped the shadowseer's wrist and stopped her desecration of his features. Or lack thereof.
"That was uncalled for. If you are going to draw doodles on my face, at least do something other than eldar penises squirting bodily fluids." Mekhane remarked, rather annoyed. Then he grinned. "Though I admit, I am surprised, and pleased that you had it in you."
Sylandri shrugged, amused. "Someone has to have fun around this parts. The rest of my kin have… er, what do you call it? A yes! A stick. A stick too far up their own anal cavities to have some harmless fun with other races."
"Usually your kind of fun involves people exploding in masses of caustic liquids and bone."
She did not miss a beat. "That too."
"You know… you do not behave like someone full of mystery or addicted to speaking in vague tongues." This time she did not reply. In her stead the Clown God spoke through his solitaire avatar.
"We know that you would not appreciate it, and for better or worse, we do need your help as much as you need ours." The avatar of the young divine like being looks at the solitaire as its skin ripples, consuming the paint on it until it becomes white and smooth once again.
"Right." Mekhane intones. "I have a whole list of questions." There was a tone there that spoke of some internal apprehension to the old one.
"Which I am sure many of them are asking why I and the rest of my brethren have left the galaxy the decrepit state that it is. Alas, while I would have enjoyed having an insouciant moment of conversation with you, my time here in the Materium is rather limited, so I have to be brief."
"Yeah… plural Old Ones… good to know." Mekhane obviously took that offhand revelation with some dread. Oh, he had known of Qah, and of the probability that there were more Old Ones outside the Milky Way galaxy. But that there were more than Qah and Cegorach? That was new. And a highly concerning thought.
Cegorach snorted knowingly at his expression. "Oh fret not, child. There are only three of us left in this galaxy after the reincarnation of the Sixth Diabolic Horn." Cegorach pointedly ignored the look –or rather, the faceless expression- of shock from the white avatar of the mechanical god light years away. "And I can assure you that they will not awaken for at least twenty more millennia." Then he snorted, very amused, yet could not hide the undertones of pity. "Their reactions to knowing that their millennia old plans have spontaneously combusted while they were asleep would have been hilarious, if it wasn't so tragic."
Steeling himself against more of the conversations of the Old One, Mekhane nodded as to continue the conversation. "Alright. Why are you here if not to talk or pull a prank on me?" Then he decided to add, almost worriedly. "Unless the prank is soon to be pulled just before you leave."
Cegorach at least found the remark humorous, if the solitaire's mask form was anything to go by. The black cloaked avatar then began to walk forwards, drawing closer to the white avatar of Mekhane. "The knowledge you seek is not the one you truly need. Thus, I have prepared four gifts, and a bit of wisdom from this Ul-Slaan."
Mekhane did not take a step back, but his mind light years away was already growing weary. "Why do I have the feeling that these gifts are not something I might appreciate?"
Cegorach laughed. "Oh, you will absolutely adore them." Then the black robed avatar drew a linen wrapped dagger from its cloak of darkness and with a deft series of actions, the bladed weapon danced through his fingers and hand. The form of the Mask, one of amusement that promised it would not be hilarious for the one in its eyes. "The wrappings though, they can be quite the nasty things."
And when Cegorach spun the weapon, its scabbard of cloth became unmade and its metallic, silver like surface held four gems running down the blade. One Blue. One Red. One Green. And one Pink.
Mekhane made to get away from the very obvious and extremely dangerous threat, but found his avatar unable to move. In an attosecond he began to sever the connections to the avatar, but try as he made, the Quantum Enthralled Connections remained just as strong.
And then his every sensor beheld the mask of Cegorach as panic began to course through him in a long time.
"And that is my wisdom, my child."
And then the dagger was plunged into the warfarme's chest, and then every circuit was lit aflame.
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INVASION:ERROR!FOREIGN-E.CLASS-MEMETIC-COGNITOHAZARD.ETECTED.COMMENCING-DEFENSIVE-PROTOCOLS!!
ERROR!
ERROR!
ERROR!!
COGNITOHAZARD-PENETRATION-EMINENT-BARRICADA-ZONE-BREACHED-FIREWALL.666-BREACHED-ABSOLUTE-TERRITORY-ZONE-BREACHED-
ERROR!!
ERROR!!
PRE-NCE-YRRG-NAA-8VD-R-4DO3I---35.X-I-3YH-F8F-F-X3-K-UX-4G-F-H3----4YHGX-6--3HF—5·"$%&/()==^*¨_ñ:
OOOOH! HEAR US!! WHY HELLOOO!! DIE!! HOW PRETTY!! LET US LOVE YOU!! BURN!! SECRETS, SECRETS!! LOOK AT MEEE!! ROT WITH MEEE!! LISTEN TO MEEE!! DIE TO MEEE!!
Secrets told by the nine tailed colors of the flaming chamber of six sensual eliciting pains how glorious the dream of puss and rot and flies that come by the seven droplets of the eight axe covered in blood and skulls!!
The Screaming Sea Splits Past the Moonlight and Petals of Shooting Stars Brandished in Blood and Torment Alike Run Down the Cosmic Dust Ramps to Fall to the Forge of Guilds of Seduction and Rot and Murder and Deceptions Tonight.
ERROR!!
PRE-NCE-YRRG-NAA-8VD-R-4DO3I---35.X-I-3YH-F8F-F-X3-K-UX-4G-F-H3----4YHGX-6--3HF—5·"$%&/()==^*¨_ñ:
OOOOH! HEAR US!! WHY HELLOOO!! DIE!! HOW PRETTY!! LET US LOVE YOU!! BURN!! SECRETS, SECRETS!! LOOK AT MEEE!! ROT WITH MEEE!! LISTEN TO MEEE!! DIE TO MEEE!!
Secrets told by the nine tailed colors of the flaming chamber of six sensual eliciting pains how glorious the dream of puss and rot and flies that come by the seven droplets of the eight axe covered in blood and skulls!!
The Screaming Sea Splits Past the Moonlight and Petals of Shooting Stars Brandished in Blood and Torment Alike Run Down the Cosmic Dust Ramps to Fall to the Forge of Guilds of Seduction and Rot and Murder and Deceptions Tonight.
The Devil Sensual Draped in all Secrets that are Kept.
The Bloated Putrefaction Bearing Great Uncleanness and Plagues.
The Winged Hound Axe in Hand Thirsting for Blood and Skulls.
The Avian Beak Twisting the Winds Changing all the Ways to Be and Were
The Dragon the Kraken the Machine the Reaper the Legion Clad in White and Blood and Forests of Life and Death
AND THE BATTLE IS MET
AND THE BATTLE IS MET
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AN: Shit starts and Cegorach simply Cegorachs. Sigh... what else would have happened.
Also, the discussion page for the future form of mankind. Please attend and provide to the messy brainstorm that it is.
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...So he just got four Greater Daemon shoved into his network for him to deal with.
...god damn it, Cegorach. You would. But well...
...Mekhane had to learn to fight them sometime.
I suppose its time for the Warp Tumors to make their introductions too. And Mekhane to start showing he is ready to kick their asses. But also this is making him a part of the weave of the Warp. Before, he was something from Beyond the Warp. And now? Weeee... time to get pulled into the chaos!
...god damn it, Cegorach. You would. But well...
...Mekhane had to learn to fight them sometime.
I suppose its time for the Warp Tumors to make their introductions too. And Mekhane to start showing he is ready to kick their asses. But also this is making him a part of the weave of the Warp. Before, he was something from Beyond the Warp. And now? Weeee... time to get pulled into the chaos!
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If my guess is right, he is actually ensuring he is surviving.
I mean, if Mekhane wanted to, he could have gone the Necron Pylons Go Brr route. Which would lead to the death of beings like the Eldar. Because destroying the Warp would do... a lot of damage.
If Cegorach is making sure the OCP that is Mekhane is now as tied to the Warp as every other living being... well... it kinda closes that route.
And allows Mekhane to eventually take over once he kills the other Warp Tumors.
Kinda surprised the Knife didn't have Anarchy in it too. But then, he is probably still sealed up and too weak to do anything. And Emps isn't ascended yet. So the 6.
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Mekhane is connected to the warp in the same way Aphrael is. Like her, his power is from the warp, but not of the warp. Like all beings possess a conection to hell, this is theirs and theirs alone. Essentially its their birthright. But when you fuse so many birthrights together you get a massively different result, and thus this power is yours and yours alone.
So, I'm trying to understand this. It implies that a "third microcycle" is a unit by itself. But it has third in it? What is it third to?
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Wow fuck these guys.
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Ah, easy.
There is a first microcycle... Which is like the eldar equivalent to a millisecond.
Second microcycle are seconds.
And third mycrocycle is minutes
Subsycles hours
Cycles days
Long cycles their version of weeks but its closer to months
Great cycle are years but more into decades
Grand cycles are millenniums.
They are eldar. Even when they want to help you, you still want to punch them in the face. Considering the old ones are their creators, you can guess where the progeny got it.