We are not the primordials and better off for it. Unless we choose to do something as nonsensical as cast off our Humanity (Exaltation, Life, Memories, Intimacies, Soul) entirely we will always be at least a bit human. If for no reason we can claim to be is about as human as the emperor himself.
Echoes of Creation (30k/Exalted)
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I mean they could be but why. I get that he's performance with the Thunder Warriors may get the idea that he's just completely against non-standard humans but the Thunder warriors were both completely insane and dying in agony slowly from botched enhancement, there were very obviously extenuating circumstances in that instance. The Navigators would be on the usefulness chopping block but not on the existing chopping block. The vast majority of their wealth and power comes from being able to navigate the warp using their third eye without that they would have to just be sanctioned psychers which they could be just fine but they wouldn't have any special privileges same with the Astropaths.
If he eliminates most of them then he just doesn't know what a human is because he would have seen dwarves and people born with webbed toes and just general humans in Myriad climates on Earth the entire time it doesn't make sense for him to want to kill them just because they've adopted or been adapted to an environment. The squats are literally just a species of Ultra dense people with dwarfism. To put all of them on the kill later list is to say himself, every Perpetual, his right hand man, every psycher, every blank, every human that ever adapted to a climate that isn't I guess ideal Earth-like as non-human which feels a bit extreme even for the Imperium of man.
No, we very much are, we are just a larval one, that is what it means to have a world soul and we are getting a world soul at essence 3. Also what makes you think Primordials do not have intimacies, memories or a soul? Famously they have quite a few of the latter.
You appear to be arguing that the Emperor can't hold inconsistent standards, that he's incapable of cognitive dissonance. Now that would be genuinely inhuman. Every genocidal dictator that has ever been drew arbitrary and stupid lines, that in no way prevented them from killing people to one side of them.
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The Emperor delegated power when he was busy doing something else. His plan; however, was for that to be temporary, that Magnus would be interred on the Golden Throne and the Emperor could return to direct rule.
The Emperor very much beloved that it was worth making a problem for tomorrow to solve a problem today.
And at Nicea sorcery was flat out banned. What rune priests and storm callers do is shamanism using the Gifts of their home planet's world soul here. They're not actually
As for Malcador, he's just another example of the Emperor's hypocrisy. He needed him, and trusted him to wield powers that he'd banned for everyone else.
It's similar to the Navigators. The Emperor proclaimed 'suffer not the mutant to live' but then built his Imperium on the back of a mutant sub-species, all the while planning to murder them all as soon as he didn't need them all. The Emperor doesn't mind some temporary hypocrisy for the sake of expediency. It's the same as the Cult Mechanicum. He tolerated the fact that their religion was contradictory with the Imperial Truth, because his alliance with them was another critical piece of the Great Crusade. Similarly to the Navigators, if the Heresy was delayed I think they'd be for the chop.
My view is that the aftermath of the Great Crusade would have been a series of purges, first of the Navigators and Astropaths when the Webway was done, then of the Mechanicus, and lastly of the space marines and most of the Primarchs,
I think the Emperor's end goal was him as unchallengeable ruler of a population of baseline humans who would be completely incapable of defying him.
If we present as a usual but not impossible psyker-shaman, we'll just go into the category to purge along with the rest in a few hundred years.
The more anomalous we are the more likely the Emperor will see us an exception that might need to be addressed individually and purged earlier.
Fundamentally, I think there's a good chance that the Emperor is even more of an enemy to us as the Chaos Gods. The only question is how quickly he realises that fact. We'll be much better off if he doesn't know there's anything particularly special about Fan until it's too late.
The thing is, we know he planned to purge the Navigators and the Astropaths or the basis that they were mutants and/or witches. Khan says so. They were literally going to be killed for being unacceptable in the Emperor's eyes, and they were unacceptable because of their mutations.
What I think you're underestimating is the fact that the Emperor has no need to be consistent. He can have a general principle that mutants and witches should be killed but also think he's fully entitled to make exceptions for people who are useful enough or who he likes. It's good to be king, and that's how he thinks. We've no reason to believe that Fan (or Lorgar, or Dharok), would be one of the exceptions.
On the Thunder Warriors. They were only screwed biologically because the Emperor decided to screw them. The Thunder Warriors who escaped the initial purge worked out how to stabilise themselves using the principles used in Primarch/Space Marine creation. The Emperor chose not to do this, and murder them instead. The Thunder Warriors were, it seems, built to be temporary and self-destruct.
Infernals though they gain Soul after Soul after soul like a primordial, never loses their initial Soul structure that holds the exaltation. Unless someone manages to slay essentially the fetich soul of a primordial in the form of the infernal exalted it will always have a core of a human soul in it. Or to put it another way an infernal has a tripartite soul the hun, the po and their exaltation. While liger is just a singular soul no high no low just Spirit from Center out.
I'm pretty sure once you get inhuman enough via Devil Tiger the exaltation stops recognizing you as human and flies away, leaving you with your intrinsic chams
Do we know it's at Essence 3?
We may know OOC that Fan is still human as the Exalted define human. The Emperor has no obligation to agree with that definition though.
And the various Primordial Mythos that we embody are not human friendly. Without hiding them he could well sense their influence and tar Fan with the same brush.
Random thought related to this. We know it's possible to make space marine who aren't descended from one of the Primarchs. The Grey Knights, whose geneseed is derived from the Emperor tell us that. I wonder if it's possible, or desirable to make make geneseed based on a Primordial Mythos. Akuma space marines may be a shortcut to that, as I expect becoming an akuma would overwrite their Primarch's Mythos with a Yozi one, and then if their geneseed is extracted and implanted in someone else the Mythos replacement might stick.
In 2E, being a Devil Tiger stopped you from taking [Yozi] Cosmic Principle and becoming a Primordial in your own right. Becoming the Primordial You would require owning Domica's Mantle, being killed, overwriting the next bearer of your Exaltation into a new iteration of you, getting to Essence 10 and then taking [You] Cosmic Principle.
Amusingly, you can do this more than once, as when you become a Primordial and your Exaltation departs Domica's Mantle would mean it would overwrite the next inheritor of the Exaltation, and that you could do the same again.
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That vision clashes with the fact that he's existed for the last 60,000 years. He's had that level of power pretty much the whole time (Void Dragon) if he really wanted to just rule Baseline humans then he could have been doing that the entire time. If we take historical accounts of his presence as well then it seems like he's flirted with the idea before but he eventually gets bored and fucks off though this is in the account of being Alexander.
That completely discounts what a mutant is in 40K. Abhumans are not mutants. Mutants are completely unstable "Chaotic" masses of Flesh. In 40K they've gotten pretty free with the term but it does not just mean someone who is variant from a whatever generic human would mean.
Astropaths are just Soul bonded psychers they psychics but Bound by his vision and power to be able to handle the warp he has no reason to decommission them because they're still useful for one two they are just psychers unless he plans on killing all of them too which doesn't match with the fact that he existed for all of history and is a psycher.
The Council of nikea did not ban all warp casting it banned prospero-type sorcery particularly Magnus style sorcery as it was a sanction on him called by Leman Mortarian Jagatai and Sanguinius all of which got to keep their own version of sorcerers if they had them. To the point where Dawn calls them all hypocrites to sanction Magnus so and jagatai in Leman both state it's the lack of limitation he placed on his Sorcerers that caused the Council of nicaea to exist at all.
He has no reason to create the Primarchs at all so why would he do that just to kill them why would he just make better Thunder Warriors if he just needed Expendable tools at that point. You don't create 20 demigods of mere unlimited potential just to get rid of them at the end why would he need them to be his sons at that point either like nothing about the primarchs makes sense if they're supposed discarded at the end.
I'll tell you what I think the emperor's vision is mankind stands alone in a galaxy with a government and freedom space resources and Technology unseen since the Eldar Empire. He then gets to fuck off with his 20 Sons. Like he had been doing for 24,000 years by the time he first emerges on to the scene.
Reminder that the Emperor could have seized power at any point in human history and he never did until the situation go so bad he had to. Reminder that with both the Elder fallen, and the DoTA shattered, the galaxy has become infested with Orks lead by Warbosses the size of the largest Titans. We know for a fact that 3 combat Primarch are sent fleeing against the powers of the current Ork warbosses, and in a 1v1 even the Emperor could die against them. And their are currently dozens of Warbosses out their of that size and power.
Had the Great Crusade been delayed even just 500 years the Orks would have hit critical mass to become a runaway power that would consume everything before them. Humanity, xenos, chaos all would have fallen before the Ork tide.
Had the Great Crusade been delayed even just 500 years the Orks would have hit critical mass to become a runaway power that would consume everything before them. Humanity, xenos, chaos all would have fallen before the Ork tide.
All that proves is that the Emperor wasn't always a tyrant. The thing about all those bad things you describe, they are the sort of things that break someone into abandoning their morals and becoming a monster, but that does not mean one stops being a monster once the danger is past.
The Emperor could well have changed his mind after experiencing the mess that was the Age of Strife, boith on Earth and elsewhere. The place being ruled by a whole freak show of empowered transhumans may have really soured him on the idea.. Defeating a shard of the Void Dragon is impressive, but I think there are some other people in 40K who have done the same, and this is the same Emperor who needed Horus to save him when he was being defeated by an Ork Warboss.
According to Khan, I'm pretty sure Astropaths were also for the chop. Yes, they're useful, but they're still a dependence on the Warp for a critical piece of infrastructure, and the Emperor was opposed to this. That's why as soon as even a partial substitute in the form of the Webway cam along he'd get rid of them
The Council of Nikaea went beyond banning sorcery. It banned the use of weaponised psyker powers in the Space Marine Legions completely. He Librariums had to disband and swear not to use their abilities. Now, some Legions didn't obey the Emperor's decision, but that's quite normal. It was only after the Heresy that the use of Librarians and other sanctioned combat psykers was permitted again.
He needed to create the Primarchs to be able to conquer the galaxy in the immediate wake of the Fall of the Eldar, while they're were still prostate and before other potential powers snowballed fast enough to win the race.
Navigators and psykers are explicitly mutants by 40K definitions. Abhumans are just a political distinciton, a name for mutants who the Imperium has decided are useful enough to tolerate.
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It does not the Great Crusade had to be rushed out yes. That does not mean the Emperor did not intend to step down once the danger had past something we know he intended to do. He had started the process of developing the institutions that would replace hi already, it not his fault that Chaos struck in the sweet-spot between the Emperor defeating the Orks, and before he could finish developing the IOM government.
Fun fact the High lords of Terra are not supposed to have anything but emergency power, the Imperial Senate is supposed to run the IOM and in fact when the High Lords are in accordance over the Senate the IOM weakens as a whole.
All this is to argue 'Yes he was a tyranical warlord who killed trillions but this one time the warlord was doing the right thing and he would have totally retired if given the chance'. I do not buy it because the Emperor is fundamentally human, he would find a rationalization to stay in charge. We know he is entirely capable of rationalization in the face of even overwhelming evidence in that he thought he could recover Horus right up until the end even while Horus inflicted untold devastation upon the bodies and souls of entire segmentums' worth of humans. The kind of actions he took even if they started with good intentions are not mentally healthy, they make monsters.
Also the Imperial Senate was never democratic, it was grandees and nobles. It would have produced at best an oligarchy, one would also have to suppose a democratization on top of letting go of power in general
The Senatorum Imperialis is the High Lords, as I understand it.
The Council of Terra that preceded it was bigger, and it had some members elected by institutions as well as members appointed by the Emperor. Malcador led the Council, but he explicitly did so as the Emperor's proxy, not in his own right.
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If the Emperor was a tyrant, and wanted to control, he would have just spent 1 second, and mind controlled the entire population of Terra, Mars, and every world he visited. Alpha+ psychers without training, can mass mind control entire star systems, and keep dozens of worlds entire population under control at once without issue.
The emperor is both vastly stronger then any Alpha+ psycher and far more skilled then any other psycher. If the Emperor had any willingness to rule he would have taken control sometime in the 25,000+ years of his existence.
The emperor is both vastly stronger then any Alpha+ psycher and far more skilled then any other psycher. If the Emperor had any willingness to rule he would have taken control sometime in the 25,000+ years of his existence.
No they are separate, and fight each other for control over the IOM. High lords are Internally chosen from within the institutional they represent, and their are only what 20-30 members. The Senatorum Imperialis, has some several thousand members, from across the IOM
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Given that it is made very clear in canon that Mars was a real problem that could have seriously slowed the progress of the Crusade I really doubt that. Looking at it from the other direction: 'If only the Emperor wasn't such a fan of slaving aliens he could have mind controlled the alien slavers on the moons of Jupiter and Saturn as soon as he showed himself in Tera and saved those slaves generations of suffering.' Guess he really believed in giving those slavers a sporting chance against marines...
On a more serious note the Emperor's power during the unification and the power of other Alpha+ Psykers is not consistent, mostly because Warhammer has scores if not hundreds of authors, but also since the Unification books would not be very exciting if he could just mind control planets
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Evidence strongly suggests that the claim hie could do this is good PR/bullshit on the Emperor's part, given that he needed the an army of Thunder Warriors, the Custodes and other geneforged troops, and later Space Marines to fight the Unification Wars against the other Techno-Barbarian Warlords who ruled the other nations on Terra and then conquer the Sol system. He also wouldn't have suffered the Palace Coup at the end of the Unification Wars and needed the space marines and Custodes to put down.
I think the existence of the Unification Wars strongly suggests that the Emperor was just one of the transhuman Techo-Barbarian Warlords amongst he many who ruled Terra, and he's special because he won. The others had their own things that made them special which is why they could fight him and his transhuman forces for over a century.
If the Emperor could perform such feats of mind control at this point I think the rest of what we know about his character says he would have used that power. As he didn't when it would have been incredibly valuable the easiest answer is that he couldn't. His later feats of things like mind controlling the Word Bearers may indicate that he either recovered psy-boosting archeo/xenotech in the interval, or that without Chaos to protect them his 'grandchildren' were particularly vulnerable to his control, which is a feature that would be just good sense for him to implement.
The Council of Terra did, but that was dissolved when the Heresy happened, and replaced by the twelve High Lords who now make up the entirity of the Senatorum Imperialis
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The emperor 1v1 a shard of the Void Dragon, something that could fight an entire Pre fall Elder warfleet, and win, you know the guys that stole suns to kill pre FTL races just for the flex. The idea that he lacks power is stupid, as even psychers vastly weaker then even most weak interpretation of the Emperor can trivially mind control entire planetary populations. The fact he did not trivially win entire planets to his side by utilizing his mind control, does not say he could not, it says he would not.
I know history tends to focus on tyrants the took power and abused it, because they are flashy and all, but is you look at actual history their are many hundreds more example of people taking power fixing the issues at hand and stepping down.
Inconsistent writing, that is really all there is to it, it is the only way to explain the unification and the conquest of Sol, the deal with Mars etc....
However if we want to go IC... Whose word do we have that he did that? I don't think Mag'ladroth keeps a journal about how this one time he was punted by this awesome guy with great hair, so that leaves the witness to the Emperor's greatest psychic triumph as *drumroll* the Emperor.
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Individual Shards of C'Tan have been 1v1ed by Space Marine Captains. Cato Sicarius killed a Shard of the Nightbringer and lived to tell the tale.
The only people that survived to tell of the Emperor's greatest alleged feats were usually limited to the Emperor or those loyal to him.
The Emperor's origin is quite deliberately left open, with multiple possible versions depending on which source is most reliable (and all 40K sources represent what someone IC wrote or said). It's quite possible he's just another Techno-Barbarian Warlord that got lucky and then invented a legitimising mythology for himself. I mean, in one book Malcador explicitly states that when they first met in the Age of Strife he was just another warlord and then afterwards he became something more, presumably by self-augmentation or by acquiring xeno/archeotech relics or lost lore. I mean, the Golden Throne is explicitly a very powerful (at least in part Eldar, which is why the Ad Mech bargained with the haemonuculi to fix it) psyker amplifier that the Emperor modified to make his attempt to conquer the Webway
The mortal Emperor's major feats of psyker power are vastly exceeded by other entities in the setting. He never demonstrated the power to mind control worlds, or to perform massive feats of telekinesis. He doesn't even surf any solar flares. He didn't hesitate to use mental influence on people, as he did when erasing his presence from people's minds or making the Word Bearers kneel, or to appear as whatever they thought was most impressive.
The easiest answer to why he didn't use his apparently awesome psyker abilities to mind control or telekinetically smite his rivals and their armies on Terra and the rest of the Sol system not to resist his forces is that he simply couldn't, and that he created the Thunder Warriors and Custodes and Space Marines and the rest of the original Imperial Army because he needed to.
Note that he didn't single handedly invent space marines, primarchs, etc or directly use psyker powers for the whole process. He had an entire division of (often augmented) scientists working for him, and he inherited or took a lot of DAoT knowledge, relics and surviving infrastructure when he conquered Terra.
The history of the setting basically doesn't make sense if he's that powerful before becoming a Warp God. The Emperor's victories are very much contingent on him making living weapons to fight his battles for him, and as a game about buying miniatures, that makes sense. The Emperor tried to win by being a superlative psy-bioengineer, not by being a psyker.
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To break down the whole Emperor thing into bullet points for anyone who does not want to go down the whole conversation since this is relevant to long term planning. The following three things cannot be true at the same time
No. 3 has at the very least strong supporting evidence that the Emperor thought it was true, though he might have included other xenos in that category.
No.1 has never been demonstrated outside of the Emperor controlling his own creations at Monarchia.
- The Emperor has the ability to mind control whole planets
- The Unification of Tera took 150 years
- The Great Crusade was impelled by the urgent need to take over the galaxy before the Beast Orks won everything
No. 3 has at the very least strong supporting evidence that the Emperor thought it was true, though he might have included other xenos in that category.
No.1 has never been demonstrated outside of the Emperor controlling his own creations at Monarchia.
Turn 6: Start of War
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
Colchis - 831.M30
The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting long shadows across the desert sands. A cool breeze swept through the camp, stirring the banners and sending chills through even the most seasoned warriors. Karga, one of the Grox cavalry leaders, sat atop his massive beast, looking out over the camp as it prepared to move out. His Grox, a towering creature with thick, leathery skin and powerful muscles, snorted and stomped the ground impatiently.
Karga patted the Grox's neck, soothing the beast. "Easy there, big fella," he murmured. "We'll get our chance soon enough."
Around him, the camp was alive with activity. Warriors checked their weapons and armor, making last-minute adjustments. Sorcerers gathered in small groups, whispering incantations and gesturing towards the sky, where storm clouds were beginning to gather. Sandbikers revved their engines, the roar of the machines filling the air. Ambuls, massive burrowing creatures, shifted restlessly in their pens.
Karga's second-in-command, a grizzled veteran named Jarek, rode up beside him. "Everything's ready, boss. Just waiting on the signal."
Karga nodded, his eyes scanning the horizon. "Good. We need to be ready for anything. Remember, we hit hard and fast, then withdraw before they can counterattack."
Jarek grunted in agreement. "Aye, we'll be in and out before they know what hit them."
The Grox beneath Karga shifted its weight, sensing the tension in the air. Karga leaned forward, speaking softly to the beast. "Steady, boy. Steady. We've got a job to do."
In the distance, Karga could see Fan Morgal, their chieftain, moving through the camp, offering words of encouragement and making final preparations. Lorgar and Dharok were close by, deep in discussion with the other leaders. Karga couldn't hear their words, but he knew the plan: use the sorcerers to create a storm, then strike hard with the Grox cavalry, supported by the sandbikes and Ambuls.
The thought of the coming battle sent a thrill through Karga's veins. He had faced many enemies in his time, but the horde was unlike any other. Their twisted forms and dark magic made them formidable foes, but Karga had faith in their plan and in the strength of his warriors.
As the sun climbed higher, the camp began to quiet. Warriors mounted their Grox, sandbikers revved their engines one last time, and the Ambuls handlers readied their charges. Karga took a deep breath, feeling the familiar weight of his armor and the reassuring presence of his Grox beneath him.
A horn sounded, signaling the call to move out. Karga raised his spear, the sharp tip glinting in the morning light. "Cavalry, forward!" he shouted, his voice carrying over the camp.
The Grox riders formed up, their beasts snorting and stamping, eager for the coming fight. Karga led them towards the front of the column, where Fan Morgal and the other leaders were gathering. As they approached, Fan Morgal raised his weapon high, signaling the start of the march.
"Let's move out!" Fan Morgal shouted, his voice strong and clear.
With a roar, the army began to move. The Grox cavalry led the way, followed by the sandbikes and Ambuls. Karga felt a surge of pride as they marched out into the desert, the storm clouds gathering overhead. This was what they had trained for, what they had prepared for. Today, they would face the horde and show them the strength of their people.
As they left the walls of the settlement, Karga glanced back, seeing Thalissa and her group preparing to defend the camp. He knew they were in good hands. Thalissa would protect their home with everything she had.
As they moved, Karga kept a careful eye on the horizon. The desert stretched out before them, vast and unforgiving. He knew the enemy was out there, waiting. But they were ready. They had the power of the storms, the strength of their Grox, and the speed of their sandbikes. They had Fan Morgal leading them, and they had each other.
Karga kept his focus, his mind on the battle to come. He spoke softly to his Grox, keeping the beast calm and focused. Around him, his warriors did the same, their eyes forward, their minds on the task ahead.
Karga turned his gaze forward once more, his eyes scanning the horizon. The storm clouds were thicker now, dark and foreboding. The air was heavy with anticipation, the tension almost palpable.
They were ready. The time for preparation was over. Now, it was time to fight. Karga tightened his grip on his spear, his heart pounding in his chest. They would face the horde, and they would prevail.
As they moved, Fan Morgal rode up alongside Karga, his eyes serious but determined. "Stay sharp, Karga," he said. "This is just the beginning."
Karga nodded, his jaw set. "We'll be ready, chief. We'll show them what we're made of."
Fan Morgal gave him a firm nod, then rode off to check on the other groups. Karga took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. They were on the brink of battle, but they were ready.
With a final glance at his warriors, Karga raised his spear high. "For the tribe!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the desert.
The warriors around him echoed his cry, their voices strong and united. Together, they rode out to face the enemy, their spirits high, their hearts filled with determination. Today, they would fight. Today, they would show the horde the strength and courage of their people.
As you stand amidst the swirling sands, your sorcerous abilities tingling with the promise of the coming storm, you survey the camp's final preparations. The air is charged with anticipation, a palpable energy that mirrors the power thrumming within you. You adjust the straps of your robe, the fabric billowing around you, and feel the weight of your responsibilities as a sorcerer of the tribe.
The chieftain, Fan Morgal, moves among the warriors, offering words of encouragement and ensuring everyone is ready. You admire his leadership, his unwavering resolve in the face of adversity. He embodies the strength and unity of your people, a beacon of hope in these uncertain times.
Beside you, your fellow sorcerers murmur incantations, their voices blending with the howling wind. Together, you weave the threads of magic, preparing to unleash the storm upon your enemies. The sky above churns with dark clouds, a reflection of the turmoil within the Warp.
As the horn sounds, signaling the march to begin, you join the procession. Your steps are purposeful, guided by the knowledge that your magic will play a crucial role in the upcoming battle. You glance back at the settlement, where Thalissa and her group stand watch, ready to defend your home.
The desert stretches out before you, vast and unforgiving, but you feel no fear. Your faith in your abilities and in the strength of your tribe gives you courage. You raise your staff high, the arcane symbols etched into its surface glowing faintly.
"For the tribe," you whisper, the words carried away by the wind. And with that, you march onward, towards the looming storm and the chaos it will bring.
You adjust the straps of your armor, the metal plates clinking softly as you move. The weight of your weapon, a new gun and a sturdy axe, feels familiar in your grip. Around you, your fellow infantry members do the same, their faces set in grim determination. Today, you march to face the horde, and you are ready.
The camp is a hive of activity, with warriors checking their gear, sharpening their weapons, and offering silent prayers to the gods for protection. You join them, running a cloth over your axe blade, ensuring it is sharp and ready for battle. The sun is just beginning to rise, casting a warm glow over the desert landscape.
As you fall into formation, you can't help but feel a sense of pride. You are part of something greater than yourself, part of a tribe that has faced adversity and triumphed. The chieftain, Fan Morgal, rides at the head of the column, his presence commanding respect and admiration.
Beside you, your comrades talk in hushed tones, discussing tactics and strategies for the battle ahead. You listen intently, eager to contribute to the plan. The sorcerers are preparing to unleash a storm upon the enemy, and you know that your role as infantry will be crucial in the coming fight.
The march begins, the sound of boots on sand echoing across the desert. You fall into step, your eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of the enemy. The desert stretches out before you, vast and endless, but you are undaunted. You are a warrior of the tribe, and you will not falter.
As you march, your mind drifts to your home, the settlement that you have sworn to protect. Thalissa and her group remain behind, ready to defend the camp against any threat. You say a silent prayer for their safety, knowing that they are strong and capable warriors.
The sun climbs higher in the sky, casting a harsh light over the desert. Sweat beads on your brow, but you push on, fueled by the determination to protect your tribe and your way of life. The chieftain's voice carries over the wind, his words filling you with courage and resolve.
You tighten your grip on your gun and axe, the familiar weight comforting. Today, you march to battle, but you do not march alone. You march with your tribe, with your comrades at your side. And together, you will face whatever challenges come your way, united in purpose and in strength.
CHOOSE:
[] Write in battle plan
-Feel free to list ONE of each.
-Standard Infantry Gun weapon.
-Standard heavy Cavalry Gun weapon.
-Standard Light Cavalry Gun weapon.
-Other tech.
Be logical though as they cannot carry everything. Also anything truly rare and that needs a Factory Cathedral cannot be equipped by the entire Army.
The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting long shadows across the desert sands. A cool breeze swept through the camp, stirring the banners and sending chills through even the most seasoned warriors. Karga, one of the Grox cavalry leaders, sat atop his massive beast, looking out over the camp as it prepared to move out. His Grox, a towering creature with thick, leathery skin and powerful muscles, snorted and stomped the ground impatiently.
Karga patted the Grox's neck, soothing the beast. "Easy there, big fella," he murmured. "We'll get our chance soon enough."
Around him, the camp was alive with activity. Warriors checked their weapons and armor, making last-minute adjustments. Sorcerers gathered in small groups, whispering incantations and gesturing towards the sky, where storm clouds were beginning to gather. Sandbikers revved their engines, the roar of the machines filling the air. Ambuls, massive burrowing creatures, shifted restlessly in their pens.
Karga's second-in-command, a grizzled veteran named Jarek, rode up beside him. "Everything's ready, boss. Just waiting on the signal."
Karga nodded, his eyes scanning the horizon. "Good. We need to be ready for anything. Remember, we hit hard and fast, then withdraw before they can counterattack."
Jarek grunted in agreement. "Aye, we'll be in and out before they know what hit them."
The Grox beneath Karga shifted its weight, sensing the tension in the air. Karga leaned forward, speaking softly to the beast. "Steady, boy. Steady. We've got a job to do."
In the distance, Karga could see Fan Morgal, their chieftain, moving through the camp, offering words of encouragement and making final preparations. Lorgar and Dharok were close by, deep in discussion with the other leaders. Karga couldn't hear their words, but he knew the plan: use the sorcerers to create a storm, then strike hard with the Grox cavalry, supported by the sandbikes and Ambuls.
The thought of the coming battle sent a thrill through Karga's veins. He had faced many enemies in his time, but the horde was unlike any other. Their twisted forms and dark magic made them formidable foes, but Karga had faith in their plan and in the strength of his warriors.
As the sun climbed higher, the camp began to quiet. Warriors mounted their Grox, sandbikers revved their engines one last time, and the Ambuls handlers readied their charges. Karga took a deep breath, feeling the familiar weight of his armor and the reassuring presence of his Grox beneath him.
A horn sounded, signaling the call to move out. Karga raised his spear, the sharp tip glinting in the morning light. "Cavalry, forward!" he shouted, his voice carrying over the camp.
The Grox riders formed up, their beasts snorting and stamping, eager for the coming fight. Karga led them towards the front of the column, where Fan Morgal and the other leaders were gathering. As they approached, Fan Morgal raised his weapon high, signaling the start of the march.
"Let's move out!" Fan Morgal shouted, his voice strong and clear.
With a roar, the army began to move. The Grox cavalry led the way, followed by the sandbikes and Ambuls. Karga felt a surge of pride as they marched out into the desert, the storm clouds gathering overhead. This was what they had trained for, what they had prepared for. Today, they would face the horde and show them the strength of their people.
As they left the walls of the settlement, Karga glanced back, seeing Thalissa and her group preparing to defend the camp. He knew they were in good hands. Thalissa would protect their home with everything she had.
As they moved, Karga kept a careful eye on the horizon. The desert stretched out before them, vast and unforgiving. He knew the enemy was out there, waiting. But they were ready. They had the power of the storms, the strength of their Grox, and the speed of their sandbikes. They had Fan Morgal leading them, and they had each other.
Karga kept his focus, his mind on the battle to come. He spoke softly to his Grox, keeping the beast calm and focused. Around him, his warriors did the same, their eyes forward, their minds on the task ahead.
Karga turned his gaze forward once more, his eyes scanning the horizon. The storm clouds were thicker now, dark and foreboding. The air was heavy with anticipation, the tension almost palpable.
They were ready. The time for preparation was over. Now, it was time to fight. Karga tightened his grip on his spear, his heart pounding in his chest. They would face the horde, and they would prevail.
As they moved, Fan Morgal rode up alongside Karga, his eyes serious but determined. "Stay sharp, Karga," he said. "This is just the beginning."
Karga nodded, his jaw set. "We'll be ready, chief. We'll show them what we're made of."
Fan Morgal gave him a firm nod, then rode off to check on the other groups. Karga took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. They were on the brink of battle, but they were ready.
With a final glance at his warriors, Karga raised his spear high. "For the tribe!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the desert.
The warriors around him echoed his cry, their voices strong and united. Together, they rode out to face the enemy, their spirits high, their hearts filled with determination. Today, they would fight. Today, they would show the horde the strength and courage of their people.
As you stand amidst the swirling sands, your sorcerous abilities tingling with the promise of the coming storm, you survey the camp's final preparations. The air is charged with anticipation, a palpable energy that mirrors the power thrumming within you. You adjust the straps of your robe, the fabric billowing around you, and feel the weight of your responsibilities as a sorcerer of the tribe.
The chieftain, Fan Morgal, moves among the warriors, offering words of encouragement and ensuring everyone is ready. You admire his leadership, his unwavering resolve in the face of adversity. He embodies the strength and unity of your people, a beacon of hope in these uncertain times.
Beside you, your fellow sorcerers murmur incantations, their voices blending with the howling wind. Together, you weave the threads of magic, preparing to unleash the storm upon your enemies. The sky above churns with dark clouds, a reflection of the turmoil within the Warp.
As the horn sounds, signaling the march to begin, you join the procession. Your steps are purposeful, guided by the knowledge that your magic will play a crucial role in the upcoming battle. You glance back at the settlement, where Thalissa and her group stand watch, ready to defend your home.
The desert stretches out before you, vast and unforgiving, but you feel no fear. Your faith in your abilities and in the strength of your tribe gives you courage. You raise your staff high, the arcane symbols etched into its surface glowing faintly.
"For the tribe," you whisper, the words carried away by the wind. And with that, you march onward, towards the looming storm and the chaos it will bring.
You adjust the straps of your armor, the metal plates clinking softly as you move. The weight of your weapon, a new gun and a sturdy axe, feels familiar in your grip. Around you, your fellow infantry members do the same, their faces set in grim determination. Today, you march to face the horde, and you are ready.
The camp is a hive of activity, with warriors checking their gear, sharpening their weapons, and offering silent prayers to the gods for protection. You join them, running a cloth over your axe blade, ensuring it is sharp and ready for battle. The sun is just beginning to rise, casting a warm glow over the desert landscape.
As you fall into formation, you can't help but feel a sense of pride. You are part of something greater than yourself, part of a tribe that has faced adversity and triumphed. The chieftain, Fan Morgal, rides at the head of the column, his presence commanding respect and admiration.
Beside you, your comrades talk in hushed tones, discussing tactics and strategies for the battle ahead. You listen intently, eager to contribute to the plan. The sorcerers are preparing to unleash a storm upon the enemy, and you know that your role as infantry will be crucial in the coming fight.
The march begins, the sound of boots on sand echoing across the desert. You fall into step, your eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of the enemy. The desert stretches out before you, vast and endless, but you are undaunted. You are a warrior of the tribe, and you will not falter.
As you march, your mind drifts to your home, the settlement that you have sworn to protect. Thalissa and her group remain behind, ready to defend the camp against any threat. You say a silent prayer for their safety, knowing that they are strong and capable warriors.
The sun climbs higher in the sky, casting a harsh light over the desert. Sweat beads on your brow, but you push on, fueled by the determination to protect your tribe and your way of life. The chieftain's voice carries over the wind, his words filling you with courage and resolve.
You tighten your grip on your gun and axe, the familiar weight comforting. Today, you march to battle, but you do not march alone. You march with your tribe, with your comrades at your side. And together, you will face whatever challenges come your way, united in purpose and in strength.
CHOOSE:
[] Write in battle plan
-Feel free to list ONE of each.
-Standard Infantry Gun weapon.
-Standard heavy Cavalry Gun weapon.
-Standard Light Cavalry Gun weapon.
-Other tech.
Be logical though as they cannot carry everything. Also anything truly rare and that needs a Factory Cathedral cannot be equipped by the entire Army.
Well, now we know what's won, I wonder if TTCx3 + Experimental Acceleration Mastery means it's worth very quickly crafting some more, or upgrading some gear for the tribe. I think, if we have time, it may be worth swapping armour with Dharok (and modifying the armour as this requires), as his ability to stack physical equipment multipliers when fighting evil should apply here, and a x13 multiplier is a lot.
As for what the others can do, Lorgar's Gaslighting might be very effective if we try to convert chaos warriors again, while Dharok's sheer combat ability is also significantly more impressive than it was. He's how decently superhumanly fast, with two extra actions a turn (basically triple), and also hopefully has learned Solar Hero style. Being able to attack thrice in a turn while tripling the damage dealt (Fists of Iron + Solar Hero form) is bad enough, but power fists hopefully count as style weapons, and they basically explode most enemies, even heavily armoured ones, on contact as a base. Tripling that, which should also triple the the extra damage die generated from rolling very high results to hit (thanks to the Mythos multiplier) means he should be one hit killing just about everyone on the battlefield. How the extra actions from being superhumanly fast stack with the Hammer on Iron Technique multi-attack charm is hard to predict, but they're likely to at least additively stack. At that point he should be capable of killing a dozen or so people every turn.
Truly rare by what standard? By 30K, 31K, or 40K? For example, at the start of the Great Crusade, Volkite weapons were standard issue for Skitarii, Legions and even some Solar Auxilia units, but had become unusual by 31K and priceless historic relics by 40K.
As these are Skitarii weapons, should we use the 30K Skitarii wargear lists?
As for what the others can do, Lorgar's Gaslighting might be very effective if we try to convert chaos warriors again, while Dharok's sheer combat ability is also significantly more impressive than it was. He's how decently superhumanly fast, with two extra actions a turn (basically triple), and also hopefully has learned Solar Hero style. Being able to attack thrice in a turn while tripling the damage dealt (Fists of Iron + Solar Hero form) is bad enough, but power fists hopefully count as style weapons, and they basically explode most enemies, even heavily armoured ones, on contact as a base. Tripling that, which should also triple the the extra damage die generated from rolling very high results to hit (thanks to the Mythos multiplier) means he should be one hit killing just about everyone on the battlefield. How the extra actions from being superhumanly fast stack with the Hammer on Iron Technique multi-attack charm is hard to predict, but they're likely to at least additively stack. At that point he should be capable of killing a dozen or so people every turn.
Truly rare by what standard? By 30K, 31K, or 40K? For example, at the start of the Great Crusade, Volkite weapons were standard issue for Skitarii, Legions and even some Solar Auxilia units, but had become unusual by 31K and priceless historic relics by 40K.
As these are Skitarii weapons, should we use the 30K Skitarii wargear lists?
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Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
You are on a desert feudal world and are borrowing the personal Forge of an Archemagos.
So anything that cannot be built there cannot be used as common. The second is Volkite weapons, famously hard to make cannot be made in large quantities. Stuff like that.
I am ok with advanced tech, just not ones you can build with scraps in a cave.