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You are Pandora, and once, your father sang to you the song of peace.
But in the grim darkness of the 41st Millennium, there is only war.
You are Pandora, and you were forgotten to history after an incident that happened in your adolescence raised you to the Astral Throne of Sacrifice, but the chaos of the 13th Black Crusade has allowed you to return to human form and memory once more. In the forty thousand years that have passed between your Ascension and your Descension, however, much has changed.
Mankind no longer believes in progress and understanding, but in fear and dogma. You have no allies amongst the stars, only immediate enemies and future enemies. The Galactic Hegemon is a decaying corpse held together by size and institutional inertia, and all attempts at reform have failed so far. And to make matters worse, you are now responsible for its latest attempt at reform.
All because your father, the man who once sang you the song of peace, is now the God-Emperor of Mankind. And you, the first of his immortal children, have returned just in time to fill a throne that has gone empty for ten thousand years, charged with fixing an Empire that was born broken.
If you fail, mankind dies. But if you succeed, all you do is perpetuate the immorality that stands amongst the stars.
You are Pandora, and you are now Lord Commander of the Imperium and Regent of the Golden Throne. And if you are to have any hope that things will get better, you must thread the needle... or do something drastic.
Good luck.
But in the grim darkness of the 41st Millennium, there is only war.
You are Pandora, and you were forgotten to history after an incident that happened in your adolescence raised you to the Astral Throne of Sacrifice, but the chaos of the 13th Black Crusade has allowed you to return to human form and memory once more. In the forty thousand years that have passed between your Ascension and your Descension, however, much has changed.
Mankind no longer believes in progress and understanding, but in fear and dogma. You have no allies amongst the stars, only immediate enemies and future enemies. The Galactic Hegemon is a decaying corpse held together by size and institutional inertia, and all attempts at reform have failed so far. And to make matters worse, you are now responsible for its latest attempt at reform.
All because your father, the man who once sang you the song of peace, is now the God-Emperor of Mankind. And you, the first of his immortal children, have returned just in time to fill a throne that has gone empty for ten thousand years, charged with fixing an Empire that was born broken.
If you fail, mankind dies. But if you succeed, all you do is perpetuate the immorality that stands amongst the stars.
You are Pandora, and you are now Lord Commander of the Imperium and Regent of the Golden Throne. And if you are to have any hope that things will get better, you must thread the needle... or do something drastic.
Good luck.
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