- Location
- Buenos Aires
I'm going to be honest here.
It sounds like another SIbwank with other setting's powers. It could be good but it depends more on who is writing it than the concept itself.
In The Grimdark of Fanfiction -40k
- Thread starter Tasoli
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It sounds like another SIbwank with other setting's powers. It could be good but it depends more on who is writing it than the concept itself.
- Location
- A pile of cheese
Maybe I should have been more specific.
Khaine and Khorne are always whispering in the mind of the protagonist, but they are more like a droning sound in the back of the head. Only during battle do their voices become ever more louder and insistent. Every time that the protagonist goes to battle he does so with the full knowledge that he is not only putting his very soul on the line, but the very survival of the world he's in now. And it will only get worse, battle after battle.All for the mild interest of ROB, who is doing all of this mainly to see just how long it would take for him to finally snap.
And he never wanted any of this.
The pairing that I proposed? Things will go down to the level that their presence on the battlefield would be the only thing that keeps him from going off the deep end.
- Location
- A pile of cheese
I read earlier in this thread that the main element of Warhammer is that of the Struggle against the apparently inevitable. If this isn't enough of that...
- Location
- Singapore
Yes.
1. The attacks are usually from the outside. I.e. monsters, daemons, and xenos
2. this is an SI
3. An ROB is involved
4. You have too many weapons
5. You have 2 deities. Usually, people just have a daemon.
- Location
- A pile of cheese
1) Often the worst perils are those from the inside (Heretics, Chaos Cults, Genestealer Cults ecc.)
2) I never said that he must be an SI. You could very well make him an OC, though I know that is somewhat difficult to differentiate between the two.
3) From what I know the ROB is mainly a plot device. If you have a better idea then I'm listening.
4) I gave him the Brass Collar to symbolise the hatred of Khorne for every form of magic, the armor to give him some form of protection and the weapons represent both Gods. I initially toyed with the idea of giving him Woebringer (You know, Khorne's own weapon? The sword capable of destroying worlds and cut through reality with a single blow? Yeah, that one), but I decided to instead use an Axe, since it's a weapon that's used by the great majority of Khorne's followers.
5) I just wanted to make something ... new. It's true that they are deities but they cannot directly communicate with the protagonist, only through shadowy whispers in the back of his head and in his darkest nightmares.
You've not been keeping up with recent trends in such fics (or even published novels), have you?
- Location
- A pile of cheese
Personally, I think that almost every story can be an enjoyable one if you proceed to properly balance the various elements of the narrative and write a correct grammar.
Kadaeux self promotes for Knight Errant (BT/40k) nobody notices
Kadaeux
Delta Imperator
- Location
- Vortice between realities
Some of you chaps might like this, the author, dude with an Ork head for an avatar, fucked if I can remember his username, crossed a 40k influence with Battletech.
Knight Errant (Battletech x 40k SI) - Crossover
*Ignores the minions telling me that plugging my own fic will definitely be noticed.*
Knight Errant (Battletech x 40k SI) - Crossover
*Ignores the minions telling me that plugging my own fic will definitely be noticed.*
40k/warcraft snip by Ashynarr
Ashynarr
The Immortal Witc)( Empress of Trollkind
- Location
- Alternia
((Prince of Man))
Varian Wrynn, king of the newly rebuild Stormwind, paced the halls restlessly as he waited for the news that had been nine months in coming. The guards around him said nothing as they stood at attention, their duties even more serious on this most important of days, where the lives of not two, but three royals were most as risk.
Theoretically, at least. Varian knew if even the slightest hint of a threat was coming for his wife and child, he would be the first to remove it from the halls of the Keep with as much prejudice as possible, possibly with the bodies mounted outside the city to warn off other fools…
He shook his head to remove the thought, knowing it was more the nerves that came with no news on how his wife was doing. Besides, she most likely would disapprove of leaving dead bodies to rot anywhere near the city where it could unnerve the commoners and nobles passing by.
"Your majesty," one of the priestesses from the Temple called from the doorway to the bedchambers, immediately drawing his thoughts and attention. She looked mildly ruffled, but was smiling as he approached. "Your wife and son are both well and resting now."
"A son…" Varian exhaled, the stress of the past few hours releasing with it as it was replaced with relief. "How long will it take for my wife to recover?"
"Not more than a few days, my king," she replied, opening the door further to allow him to enter. "Sister Allaria has offered to spend the next week on immediate call in case of any complications we may have missed, but it seems unlikely at this point."
He barely acknowledged the last part of her statement besides a muttered agreement, his entire focus on his wife and the bundle of blankets she was cradling in her arms. Tiffin's gaze lifted to meet his, and she offered a tired but elated smiled.
"Varian, come meet our son," she invited, following his progress as he quickly closed the distance between the door and the bed. Sister Allaria, who had been standing by, moved out of the way so that Varian could carefully sit diwn beside his wife on the bed and accept the bundle of blankets holding the young prince. A warm feeling entered his chest as he looked upon the face of his child for the first time.
Nearly a month ago, after the priests had confirmed that the child would be born healthy, he and Tiffin had discussed names for their unborn child. Ultimately they had decided that, if it were a boy, he would be named Anduin Llane after the hero of the Alliance and his father, while a girl would be named Jocelynn Taria after her grandmother and his mother. He knew already that his son would live up to his namesakes, and with a smile he looked back up to his wife.
"Your majesty," Sister Allaria interrupted almost hesitantly, bowing her head as the king and queen both looked to her. "I have to also report that the Holy Light gave me a vision while I was checking on the health of the prince. I could only make out a throne and the gleam of gold on armor, but I believe it is a sign your son will have a long and prosperous reign."
The good news made up for the interruption of the moment, Varian looking back to his son with a smile. If there was any doubt his son would grow into a great king one day, it had been silenced with that good news. Truly, the day was blessed, and nothing would be able to ruin it.
~0~0~0~0~0~
Katrina Prestor, known to a very select few as Onyxia, groaned internally as she waited for all the other nobles to give their congratulations to the king and queen, as well as present their gifts to the newborn prince. She'd had an agent grab something for her so she didn't have to waste the effort on thinking of what to present to a weak little mortal spawnling.
Honestly, any of her children at birth was already capable of defending itself with claws and flames. The fact that mortal spawn across species were fragile and helpless for years of their short, miserable lives disgusted her, and only reaffirmed the knowledge that dragons were meant to rule over them, despite what the other stupid flights seemed to think about the issue.
'At least it'll be dead soon and I won't have to pretend to care about it anymore,' she comforted herself even as the nobles before her finally finished their sucking up and moved on, allowing her to step forward with a practiced smile and the… book, right, something with bland little stories suitable for bland little mortals.
"Your Majesties," Katrina greeted, bowing reverently to the king and queen while internally rolling her eyes. "I offer you my sincere congratulations on the birth of your son and heir."
"Lady Prestor," the queen greeted, smiling brightly. "Welcome back to Stormwind. Your trip went well, I take it?"
"It did," Katrina replied, straightening up and gesturing for her servant to present the book. "I brought this book from my private collection for the prince. I enjoyed the stories in it as a child, and I hoped that he might enjoy them once he is old enough to do so."
"I'm certain he'll love it," the queen replied, one of the palace servants taking it from Katrina's and taking it to where the other gifts were being stored. "Would you like to meet him?"
"I would be honored," Katrina replied immediately while inwardly gagging, knowing that turning it down would hurt her standing, even if only minutely. All she had to do was smile at the mortal spawn, congratulate the king and queen again, and make an excuse to allow her to step out and get to something slightly less irritating, like twisting a few of the other nobles into hardening against the common rabble demanding payment for the rebuilding of Stormwind.
She took the two steps to the crib, set a hand on the edge while she looked over into it with a smile, and used all of her years of experience with keeping her emotions out of her form's body language to avoid the sudden spike of unease she felt on seeing the child. It yawned and blinked tired eyes, as all mortal spawn did at that age, but something in the bottom of her soul just knew it was somehow looking at her, the actual her and not the pretty little face she was wearing.
Onyxia told herself she was stupid for being afraid of a spawn of all things, but that didn't stop her from worrying what would happen as she turned away from it to offer another smile to the king and queen. "He resembles you both greatly; I imagine he'll be a worthy successor."
Both of the royals' faces seemed slightly concerned, but they let her leave without more than the usual niceties. Katrina retreated to the back of the room, accepting a glass of wine from her servant and pretending to listen in on the latest gossip of someone whose name she couldn't even bother to remember at that moment, not when thoughts were racing through her mind on what the blazes that had been.
She'd been considering leaving the spawn alive as a malleable pawn once she was able to remove the king and queen as contests to her control over the city, but that no longer seemed to be in the cards. Whatever those two had spawned, it needed to die as soon as possible, even if it meant changing a few plans early in order to adjust for the fallout.
She just hoped it wasn't already too late.
~0~0~0~0~0~
Nozdormu tilted his head thoughtfully as he looked at the timestream again, wondering what had been causing ever so slight shifts in the future of this line. Neither he nor his brood had been doing much in this section of time, and his corrupted counterpart had shown little interest in it as well. Despite that, differences were happening, and even his careful insight wasn't able to narrow a source.
What was more concerning was that the further it went into the future, the more muddled it became, until even he could not determine what events of that future were true or false.
"Nozdormu," his corrupted counterpart spoke up, stepping into his time-place with the barest shift of warning heralding his arrival.
"Murozond," he replied, glancing away from his examination of the timeline, curious as to what brought his other self out of his cluster of timelines.
The inverted bronze shifted his wings restlessly, looking briefly to the same things Nozdormu had just been looking at. "You've seen it too, then, the drifting of the sands. Something is blocking our senses, and I don't know what it is."
"There have been such thing before," Nozdormu replied, temporarily moving the timeline in question to the side so he could bring up another to prove his point. "The sands settle in time, you know this."
"I sent my children ahead to try and see what was wrong," Murozond replied, shoving the new timeline away to bring back the other one. "The ones that made it back were terrified, Nozdormu, and could not even speak on why, for their minds had been broken."
And Murozond was as well, Nozdormu realized. "You think it's the Old Gods, then?"
The corrupted bronze laughed. "The Old Gods? We know how they work through time, and this is not them, no. You have to let me destroy this timeline, before whatever is there brings about an end worse than anything we can imagine."
"I will not," Nozdormu replied. "I refuse to let the mortals die just because we cannot guarantee their safety to the Allfather."
"Damn you, you fool," Murozond hissed, pacing in a circle around Nozdormu. "Whatever is waiting in that future is too dangerous to entrust to the mortals, of all things! I won't let your naivety create something that could threaten all the timelines!"
"My children will fight your, then, as they do in all timelines you challenge," Nozdormu countered. "You have seen all of our siblings and the old gods who corrupted them brought down by mortals in their own times, even ourselves. You know that the mortals can rise up to challenge anything given the chance, even the Legion and Sargeras himself."
"This is worse than the Legion," Murozond replied, voice soft as he looked to the blurred timeline. "I can't tell you how, or when, or why, but I know that leaving this timeline alive will be the greatest risk we've ever taken. Please, this once, trust me and leave it to wither away."
Nozdormu looked to the almost pleading expression of his other self, and back to the timeline they were fighting over. He could not sense the corruption his other self could, but a tendril of worry curled in his gut nonetheless at the actual fear that was being expressed by the usually overly confident inverted bronze.
"I'm sorry, but I cannot, not when so many innocent lives are at stake."
"Then the consequences be on your head, then!" The other dragon snapped, snarling as he turned away to return to his own timelines. "When everything goes to ruin, you'll have no one to blame but yourself!"
"I know," Nozdormu replied quietly once Murozond could no longer hear, not moving from his place until the eventual intrusion of one of his brood with another problem to deal with.
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AN: So in case it isn't obvious, this is WH40K crossed with Warcraft. This immediately means terrible things for Azeroth depending on what happens, and definitely marks the immediate butterflies thanks to the one small, tiny little change to events.
Also likely obvious is what that change is - the incarnation of a shard of the Throne-Emperor's scattered soul, which drifted across the cosmos for untold time until it reached Azeroth. I thought hard over who I wanted to be the incarnation, eventually deciding on Anduin because his presence is a major hinge across a lot of the canon timeline of WoW.
To be clear, this is only the power of a small shard, so he won't reach absurd power levels (in a mortal lifetime, anyways). And he won't have all the powers of the Emperor, partially because there'd be no reason for him to try them and partially because other reasons. He might get some memories of the Emperor as dream fragments, but a cohesive memory will likely be a longshot.
Other notes that started this idea for me:
-Anduin will have random, varied, fragmented memories/dreams from the shard, as well as fractional shard of power. However, this is a shard of a godlike entity, with all that entails, and most importantly, his soul is completely anathema to any chaotic powers ie Fel, Void, Shadow. While he won't have much if any help figuring out exactly what he can do with this, it's at least a strong passive defense against stuff.
-Anduin will inherit some of the disdain for the heretic (aka people working with 'chaos') and a deep, instinctive FUCK YOU to demons and void entities (maybe old gods too?).
-Said demons and void entities (and old gods) are SCARED AS FUCK of Anduin, even if they don't entirely understand why, because that power is simply anathema to them and their stuff and Anduin will be very good at noticing their corruption if they make a play within his area of influence and notice.
-On the other hand, other races. He may or may not have a distrust for elves and orcs that they cannot shake off entirely even if he otherwise has alright relations to said races. Dwarves and gnomes he's fine with, trolls are neutral, as are most of the other races barring stuff that actually happens to color things one way or the other.... and then there's the undead. Which to be fair, most humans don't trust the undead anyways, so it's not like it's unusual. But recall in canon that he worked with the Horde and trusted people in it for a long while, so that'll be an interesting dynamic to see.
-The dragons are a question as well, because you have to imagine Anduin in particular just... has this feel to him. It's sort of Titan-like, except not really? And he seem oddly sensitive to temporal nonsense happening near them. So that gets him attention from directions that he might not have had in canon. Wrathion in particular... hmm...
-Honestly you have to wonder how Anduin would look on a magical/spiritual level to people at various sensitivities in general. Do the shamans and/or their elementals see him a certain way? Priests and paladins? Mages? Death Knights / the undead? Demon hunters and warlocks? Does it vary by race? Oh man the Draenei reaction to him though, especially Velen.
Unrelated, but I was reading through Anduin and Varian's wiki pages in order to have a good idea for timeline stuff, and just. What even happens at some of the points in there. What the actual fuck Warcraft.
Varian Wrynn, king of the newly rebuild Stormwind, paced the halls restlessly as he waited for the news that had been nine months in coming. The guards around him said nothing as they stood at attention, their duties even more serious on this most important of days, where the lives of not two, but three royals were most as risk.
Theoretically, at least. Varian knew if even the slightest hint of a threat was coming for his wife and child, he would be the first to remove it from the halls of the Keep with as much prejudice as possible, possibly with the bodies mounted outside the city to warn off other fools…
He shook his head to remove the thought, knowing it was more the nerves that came with no news on how his wife was doing. Besides, she most likely would disapprove of leaving dead bodies to rot anywhere near the city where it could unnerve the commoners and nobles passing by.
"Your majesty," one of the priestesses from the Temple called from the doorway to the bedchambers, immediately drawing his thoughts and attention. She looked mildly ruffled, but was smiling as he approached. "Your wife and son are both well and resting now."
"A son…" Varian exhaled, the stress of the past few hours releasing with it as it was replaced with relief. "How long will it take for my wife to recover?"
"Not more than a few days, my king," she replied, opening the door further to allow him to enter. "Sister Allaria has offered to spend the next week on immediate call in case of any complications we may have missed, but it seems unlikely at this point."
He barely acknowledged the last part of her statement besides a muttered agreement, his entire focus on his wife and the bundle of blankets she was cradling in her arms. Tiffin's gaze lifted to meet his, and she offered a tired but elated smiled.
"Varian, come meet our son," she invited, following his progress as he quickly closed the distance between the door and the bed. Sister Allaria, who had been standing by, moved out of the way so that Varian could carefully sit diwn beside his wife on the bed and accept the bundle of blankets holding the young prince. A warm feeling entered his chest as he looked upon the face of his child for the first time.
Nearly a month ago, after the priests had confirmed that the child would be born healthy, he and Tiffin had discussed names for their unborn child. Ultimately they had decided that, if it were a boy, he would be named Anduin Llane after the hero of the Alliance and his father, while a girl would be named Jocelynn Taria after her grandmother and his mother. He knew already that his son would live up to his namesakes, and with a smile he looked back up to his wife.
"Your majesty," Sister Allaria interrupted almost hesitantly, bowing her head as the king and queen both looked to her. "I have to also report that the Holy Light gave me a vision while I was checking on the health of the prince. I could only make out a throne and the gleam of gold on armor, but I believe it is a sign your son will have a long and prosperous reign."
The good news made up for the interruption of the moment, Varian looking back to his son with a smile. If there was any doubt his son would grow into a great king one day, it had been silenced with that good news. Truly, the day was blessed, and nothing would be able to ruin it.
~0~0~0~0~0~
Katrina Prestor, known to a very select few as Onyxia, groaned internally as she waited for all the other nobles to give their congratulations to the king and queen, as well as present their gifts to the newborn prince. She'd had an agent grab something for her so she didn't have to waste the effort on thinking of what to present to a weak little mortal spawnling.
Honestly, any of her children at birth was already capable of defending itself with claws and flames. The fact that mortal spawn across species were fragile and helpless for years of their short, miserable lives disgusted her, and only reaffirmed the knowledge that dragons were meant to rule over them, despite what the other stupid flights seemed to think about the issue.
'At least it'll be dead soon and I won't have to pretend to care about it anymore,' she comforted herself even as the nobles before her finally finished their sucking up and moved on, allowing her to step forward with a practiced smile and the… book, right, something with bland little stories suitable for bland little mortals.
"Your Majesties," Katrina greeted, bowing reverently to the king and queen while internally rolling her eyes. "I offer you my sincere congratulations on the birth of your son and heir."
"Lady Prestor," the queen greeted, smiling brightly. "Welcome back to Stormwind. Your trip went well, I take it?"
"It did," Katrina replied, straightening up and gesturing for her servant to present the book. "I brought this book from my private collection for the prince. I enjoyed the stories in it as a child, and I hoped that he might enjoy them once he is old enough to do so."
"I'm certain he'll love it," the queen replied, one of the palace servants taking it from Katrina's and taking it to where the other gifts were being stored. "Would you like to meet him?"
"I would be honored," Katrina replied immediately while inwardly gagging, knowing that turning it down would hurt her standing, even if only minutely. All she had to do was smile at the mortal spawn, congratulate the king and queen again, and make an excuse to allow her to step out and get to something slightly less irritating, like twisting a few of the other nobles into hardening against the common rabble demanding payment for the rebuilding of Stormwind.
She took the two steps to the crib, set a hand on the edge while she looked over into it with a smile, and used all of her years of experience with keeping her emotions out of her form's body language to avoid the sudden spike of unease she felt on seeing the child. It yawned and blinked tired eyes, as all mortal spawn did at that age, but something in the bottom of her soul just knew it was somehow looking at her, the actual her and not the pretty little face she was wearing.
Onyxia told herself she was stupid for being afraid of a spawn of all things, but that didn't stop her from worrying what would happen as she turned away from it to offer another smile to the king and queen. "He resembles you both greatly; I imagine he'll be a worthy successor."
Both of the royals' faces seemed slightly concerned, but they let her leave without more than the usual niceties. Katrina retreated to the back of the room, accepting a glass of wine from her servant and pretending to listen in on the latest gossip of someone whose name she couldn't even bother to remember at that moment, not when thoughts were racing through her mind on what the blazes that had been.
She'd been considering leaving the spawn alive as a malleable pawn once she was able to remove the king and queen as contests to her control over the city, but that no longer seemed to be in the cards. Whatever those two had spawned, it needed to die as soon as possible, even if it meant changing a few plans early in order to adjust for the fallout.
She just hoped it wasn't already too late.
~0~0~0~0~0~
Nozdormu tilted his head thoughtfully as he looked at the timestream again, wondering what had been causing ever so slight shifts in the future of this line. Neither he nor his brood had been doing much in this section of time, and his corrupted counterpart had shown little interest in it as well. Despite that, differences were happening, and even his careful insight wasn't able to narrow a source.
What was more concerning was that the further it went into the future, the more muddled it became, until even he could not determine what events of that future were true or false.
"Nozdormu," his corrupted counterpart spoke up, stepping into his time-place with the barest shift of warning heralding his arrival.
"Murozond," he replied, glancing away from his examination of the timeline, curious as to what brought his other self out of his cluster of timelines.
The inverted bronze shifted his wings restlessly, looking briefly to the same things Nozdormu had just been looking at. "You've seen it too, then, the drifting of the sands. Something is blocking our senses, and I don't know what it is."
"There have been such thing before," Nozdormu replied, temporarily moving the timeline in question to the side so he could bring up another to prove his point. "The sands settle in time, you know this."
"I sent my children ahead to try and see what was wrong," Murozond replied, shoving the new timeline away to bring back the other one. "The ones that made it back were terrified, Nozdormu, and could not even speak on why, for their minds had been broken."
And Murozond was as well, Nozdormu realized. "You think it's the Old Gods, then?"
The corrupted bronze laughed. "The Old Gods? We know how they work through time, and this is not them, no. You have to let me destroy this timeline, before whatever is there brings about an end worse than anything we can imagine."
"I will not," Nozdormu replied. "I refuse to let the mortals die just because we cannot guarantee their safety to the Allfather."
"Damn you, you fool," Murozond hissed, pacing in a circle around Nozdormu. "Whatever is waiting in that future is too dangerous to entrust to the mortals, of all things! I won't let your naivety create something that could threaten all the timelines!"
"My children will fight your, then, as they do in all timelines you challenge," Nozdormu countered. "You have seen all of our siblings and the old gods who corrupted them brought down by mortals in their own times, even ourselves. You know that the mortals can rise up to challenge anything given the chance, even the Legion and Sargeras himself."
"This is worse than the Legion," Murozond replied, voice soft as he looked to the blurred timeline. "I can't tell you how, or when, or why, but I know that leaving this timeline alive will be the greatest risk we've ever taken. Please, this once, trust me and leave it to wither away."
Nozdormu looked to the almost pleading expression of his other self, and back to the timeline they were fighting over. He could not sense the corruption his other self could, but a tendril of worry curled in his gut nonetheless at the actual fear that was being expressed by the usually overly confident inverted bronze.
"I'm sorry, but I cannot, not when so many innocent lives are at stake."
"Then the consequences be on your head, then!" The other dragon snapped, snarling as he turned away to return to his own timelines. "When everything goes to ruin, you'll have no one to blame but yourself!"
"I know," Nozdormu replied quietly once Murozond could no longer hear, not moving from his place until the eventual intrusion of one of his brood with another problem to deal with.
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AN: So in case it isn't obvious, this is WH40K crossed with Warcraft. This immediately means terrible things for Azeroth depending on what happens, and definitely marks the immediate butterflies thanks to the one small, tiny little change to events.
Also likely obvious is what that change is - the incarnation of a shard of the Throne-Emperor's scattered soul, which drifted across the cosmos for untold time until it reached Azeroth. I thought hard over who I wanted to be the incarnation, eventually deciding on Anduin because his presence is a major hinge across a lot of the canon timeline of WoW.
To be clear, this is only the power of a small shard, so he won't reach absurd power levels (in a mortal lifetime, anyways). And he won't have all the powers of the Emperor, partially because there'd be no reason for him to try them and partially because other reasons. He might get some memories of the Emperor as dream fragments, but a cohesive memory will likely be a longshot.
Other notes that started this idea for me:
-Anduin will have random, varied, fragmented memories/dreams from the shard, as well as fractional shard of power. However, this is a shard of a godlike entity, with all that entails, and most importantly, his soul is completely anathema to any chaotic powers ie Fel, Void, Shadow. While he won't have much if any help figuring out exactly what he can do with this, it's at least a strong passive defense against stuff.
-Anduin will inherit some of the disdain for the heretic (aka people working with 'chaos') and a deep, instinctive FUCK YOU to demons and void entities (maybe old gods too?).
-Said demons and void entities (and old gods) are SCARED AS FUCK of Anduin, even if they don't entirely understand why, because that power is simply anathema to them and their stuff and Anduin will be very good at noticing their corruption if they make a play within his area of influence and notice.
-On the other hand, other races. He may or may not have a distrust for elves and orcs that they cannot shake off entirely even if he otherwise has alright relations to said races. Dwarves and gnomes he's fine with, trolls are neutral, as are most of the other races barring stuff that actually happens to color things one way or the other.... and then there's the undead. Which to be fair, most humans don't trust the undead anyways, so it's not like it's unusual. But recall in canon that he worked with the Horde and trusted people in it for a long while, so that'll be an interesting dynamic to see.
-The dragons are a question as well, because you have to imagine Anduin in particular just... has this feel to him. It's sort of Titan-like, except not really? And he seem oddly sensitive to temporal nonsense happening near them. So that gets him attention from directions that he might not have had in canon. Wrathion in particular... hmm...
-Honestly you have to wonder how Anduin would look on a magical/spiritual level to people at various sensitivities in general. Do the shamans and/or their elementals see him a certain way? Priests and paladins? Mages? Death Knights / the undead? Demon hunters and warlocks? Does it vary by race? Oh man the Draenei reaction to him though, especially Velen.
Unrelated, but I was reading through Anduin and Varian's wiki pages in order to have a good idea for timeline stuff, and just. What even happens at some of the points in there. What the actual fuck Warcraft.
Dezron
In the Omnissiah we trust !
- Location
- Poland
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
There is that cross over by @CrossyCross in Spacebattles where a Vampire, more specificially an Unthirsting Lord of Abarosh the Blood Dragon from the Old world raises Angron.
And it's specifically a crossover with the, much better, Penetrator Quest with itself is a crossover with Demons Souls.
- Location
- A pile of cheese
Beautiful quest, that was. Too bad that's currently on hiatus IIRC.
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
To be fair none of the things and people from the quest show up. Only a Vampire Character who has nothing on hand to reference Penetrator quest.
The only connection is the Character who can fit in canon WF. IIRC till date he has yet to reference Methas in any way and has used no power or item from Demon Souls.
So calling it a mega cross over is a bit much.
- Location
- Singapore
I remember one, a necron caught by the dark eldar.
Let's say there exists a device that's a more complete version of the one that became the Golden Throne. Something that can be used to repair Webway walls or even create brand-new tunnels.
Where should it be found for maximum drama?
Where should it be found for maximum drama?
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
Who would have built it?
I mean, the Golden Throne wasn't an STC device. It was the Emperor's own invention. You could say this more complete device was a smaller prototype that worked on a smaller scale.
The best place such an item to be found for maximum drama would be on of two places:
- Commorragh, since the Dark Eldar would have found it and spirited it away where the Eldar and Imperium literally can't get it.
- It being Guilliman's own throne, just because.
The wiki says its core is based on something he found.
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
'Based on', not copied.
The Golden Throne being based on another device could mean said device could be anything that might have inspired him to try and wrest the Webway away from the Eldar. For all we know, that device might have been something that could send Golden Age drones into the Webway to try and map the system out.
Optimistically, said device could have been a Golden Age command throne prototype built with the combined efforts of the former Eldar-Human confederation/alliance thing from before the Age of Strife. It would have been a likely project both races would have engaged in to try and bridge the societal and cultural gap. Said throne could have been a way for humans to access the Webway themselves, without needing an Eldar ship.
Sure. The important thing is that it can repair and expand the Webway, can probably be used to make a better Golden Throne, and pretty much everyone is going to want it.