- Location
- Russia
Half of them probably would, yes, while the other half would accept the chance to be permanently rid of the threat of Slaanesh. They have a tendency to split up like that.
Shroud (Grey Goo game Shroud SI / Warhammer 40k)
Neruz
Rogue Spiderbanana
- Location
- The Land of Fire and Poison
The Eldar are super-psykers, so they'd be extra tasty. They'd also find the entire concept of being cut off from the Warp absolutely terrifying and would consider the Shroud to be living nightmares.
The Dark Eldar on the other hand, once they finish murder-fucking Slaanesh into existence, might see the Shroud as a viable method to avoid getting their soul eated. Whether or not the Shroud would still be interested in them is up in the air though, as the Dark Eldar lost their psyker potential over time thanks to Slaanesh targeting the strongest ones and them actively repressing their psyker capabilities to avoid this.
The Dark Eldar on the other hand, once they finish murder-fucking Slaanesh into existence, might see the Shroud as a viable method to avoid getting their soul eated. Whether or not the Shroud would still be interested in them is up in the air though, as the Dark Eldar lost their psyker potential over time thanks to Slaanesh targeting the strongest ones and them actively repressing their psyker capabilities to avoid this.
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- Location
- united kingdom
It was a combination of factors ; The Iron war crippled them then, when they were recovering, unstable psykers started popping up left right and centre then the warp storms that foreshadowed the birth of slannesh started up. Cutting off all interstellar travel, randomly submerging worlds into the warp and making the psykers even more dangerous to be around in addition to random daemonic incursions and chaos corruption.
And for the cherry on top the Aeldari would have been conducting there pleasure raids to play with the younger races and any xenos race out there also began ransacking, conquering or enslaving the weekend worlds of humanity for a variety of reasons.
Overall there are many factors that contribute to the fall of humanity but above all else I blame the Aeldari
- Location
- Russia
I still argue that you can't blame the Aeldari as a species, and more specifically the normal Eldar. They are the ones who fucked off once the greater Aeldari empire went bonkers, while the ones who are closest to what you're saying are actually the Dark Eldar.
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
The 'normal Eldar' were a tiny minority that were considered prudish monkish luddites back in the day. The Dark Eldar? They are a prime example (minus psyker use) of what the vast majority of the Eldar Empire was like.
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- Location
- Russia
Still means that you can't blame the entire species. At least I think so, because most often, these accusations then proceed to fly at said prudish monkish luddites instead of the ones who it actually applies to.
Also, by "normal Eldar" I meant the modern terminology, since they're the ones who are referred to as just "Eldar".
Neruz
Rogue Spiderbanana
- Location
- The Land of Fire and Poison
They don't fuck off until around the ~28th millennium though, the Pleasure Cults started up around the ~23rd millennium. It took them five thousand years, three thousand of which were after the warp storms hit, before they realized that maybe all this murder-sex was a bad idea.
The Exodites and the Craftworld Eldar were at least peripherally involved with the rest of the Eldar Empire for several thousand years before they finally realized that maybe they might just be doing a stupid here and bailed from the visibly sinking ship.
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jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
Blame them for Slaanesh? No. However we can blame them for a great deal of the misery and suffering directed at humanity since then. Between the Farseers using everyone and everything as pawns (often not even accomplishing what they set out to do) multiple factions of Craftworlders constantly attacking uhmanity becuase they think they can reclaim the Aeldari's hold over the galaxy (hint: they can't) etc etc, there is plenty of various screw-ups and incidents they are responsible for and/or made worse.
Jordisk
<Unverified N00B>
- Location
- Blind Eternities
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
This is pre-imperium, so the first indication will probably be one of the legions touching down for the whole "Join us or die" thing. The Emperor at least would be interested in the Shroud, as it prevents Psykers from being a problem.
My only question is if shroud-bound psykers can travel in warp-ships, since the Warp rejects the Shroud entirely.
My only question is if shroud-bound psykers can travel in warp-ships, since the Warp rejects the Shroud entirely.
Vaalintine
Wild Wondorous Wolfalope
So basically in exchange for psyker powers, they gain a Stand that can do almost all that they can with psykery, barring more extreme or exotic powers.
So if Singleton is around, then this might be an Alt-History future of Grey Goo, and the Goo itself could be around in some form. Here's a thought, do Men of Stone have souls at all? While I doubt they'll have any psyker capability, if they're sentient at all they must have some spiritual presence.
So if Singleton is around, then this might be an Alt-History future of Grey Goo, and the Goo itself could be around in some form. Here's a thought, do Men of Stone have souls at all? While I doubt they'll have any psyker capability, if they're sentient at all they must have some spiritual presence.
Author said they won't be. Only Human and Shroud faction will be represented it seems.
Drich said:
Drich said:
Vaalintine
Wild Wondorous Wolfalope
That's what I meant. While the Goo itself isn't going to actually show up Singleton being present means the Goo is, albeit in a roundabout way. But this is assuming the events of Grey Goo occured in this shared universe sometime in the distant past.
So basically, everyone gets Stands.
Does that means somewhere in Sanctuary, there's a JoJo?
2.1
Drich
Von Neumann Writing Machine
2.1
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A quick geography lesson. My main base of operations was a fairly large island off the coast of one of the largest continents of this planet. The core of the island held a rather massive volcano, which was mostly dormant. The island was mostly mountainous rocks and cliff, as well as most artificial. I had nine Entity-selves spread through the island, three in the center with the volcano, where I harvested the magma and lava flows for energy, and the other six spread out around the island in a rough hexagon in order to guard it, while also harvesting the significantly lower but still worthwhile amounts of energy at the edges.
Sanctuary is located... roughly in the vicinity of the southern part of the island. It's fairly large, but it's built deep more than it's built wide.
Now, some history. This island had been a vacation resort, with lush vegetation and a carefully monitored and curated ecosystem that made it wonderfully pleasant to all visitors.
Had, being the operative word. The ones who built it had long since passed into the Bright Night.
Now, a quick lesson on the Warp. The Warp was a realm that existed alongside the real world. It was a place of madness, chaos and emotion, as the Warp was basically a realm consisting of an infinite amount of psychic energies, and shaped by all life in the galaxy.
The galaxy was a steaming shithole, an awful place to live for pretty much everybody. Therefore, so was the Warp. This was made worse by the fact that the barrier between realspace and the Warp could vary, and were frequently rather thin.
Occasionally, this barrier would rupture, and the result was called a Warp Storm, where raw psychic energy flooded into realspace, making entire sections of the galaxy into a twisted psychedelic hellscape. Star systems could vanish completely, to awful results. Planets would be corrupted, twisted by the raw power into something called 'Daemon Worlds'. See, the Warp itself might not have been so bad, but there were also things that lived there, bundles of energy, emotion, and concepts that took on life of its own. Such creatures were called Daemons. Also Warpspawn, Warp Entities, Neverborn, and a variety of other names that all implied their hideous nature.
Most of the galaxy had good cause to fear Daemons. I, to re-establish, really liked to eat them, because I ate energy and to me, Daemons were food with attitude. In turn, Daemons really hated me, because while they were quite eager in eating the souls of others, they were a bunch of hypocrites that didn't like having their own souls eaten. Or, not souls, but essence-
Where am I going with this?
Well, it's simple.
This planet was stuck in a Warp Storm.
Normally, that would be an utter death sentence to the planet and everything on it. Normally.
This planet had the dubious fortune of a certain factor. Namely, it's smack dab in the center of the Warp Storm, and therefore pretty much in the eye of the hurricane. It's in a small bit of calm reality where Warp Energy is flooding around it, but not quite reaching it.
There's... actually a pretty generous amount of give, to be honest. This planet has a moon, and that thing is basically on the edge of the eye.
That's the reason why there isn't a Daemon for every remaining blade of grass. Even for them, it takes quite a bit of power to punch through the calm, and manifest on the planet itself. They used to be very active, back when the Warp Storm had just started up and there were a few billion people on the planet. There were incursions every day, all across the world, and people would die and vanish into the Warp by the tens of thousands.
It was a huge mess. Nobody is ever truly prepared for a full scale invasion by space-hell, see. A lot of people died... There was a lot of fighting...
But enough with the history lesson. People were also what had attracted the attention of so many Daemons to begin with. As more died, the Daemons started getting less and less active, probably going on to darker prospects where they could spread more misery. So, things calmed down more as the population dropped. Went from billions to maybe a few tens of millions across the entire world.
Eventually, it got to the point where Daemons only invaded when the barrier was especially weak. It was a fairly cyclical event...
See, unfortunately, this planet has a moon, and that thing is basically on the edge of the eye. It is super corrupt, more a seething mass of Warp Energy and Daemons than anything else. Despite the fact that there was no sun, and light on this world came from the Warp Storm itself, the moon had a cycle that resembled that of a normal moon. At the beginning of the month, it was dark, and near invisible. Towards the middle, it became brighter, and eventually filled out completely.
When it did... The barriers weakened. And Daemons had a much easier time accessing the planet. This meant, inevitably, that there was an invasion of Daemons every month. The specific time varied, a bit, as time on a world within a Warp Storm was rather loose, but not too much. Usually.
The people of Sanctuary referred to this cycle as the Daemontide. To them, it was an indicator that they should button down the hatches and get ready for a rough few nights. In Sanctuary itself, they were safe, but many of them maintained habits that used to keep them alive before they came here.
To me? It was an indicator to get ready for an all-you-can-eat buffet. Sanctuary, after all, was the largest collection of Humans around, tens of millions strong. Despite the fact that my presence brought Silence with me, I'd been careful to ensure that the Silence hadn't grown too strong. It hid Sanctuary quite easily, but it didn't hide the fact that there were many souls somewhere on this island.
Daemons were foolish creatures, really. Rare was the Daemon who had restraint in the face of gratification. They were not creatures of logic, they were creatures of emotion and concept. To go against the concepts that made them up was... just about impossible.
And so, they invaded, enmasse, onto an island where I had the advantage in every conceivable fashion. They more or less just flung themselves straight into my mouth. I usually ended up so full of energy that I felt almost bloated.
It was great.
Why is all of this relevant?
Because the Daemontide is soon to reach its peak. The invasion will happen... In another night or two.
And I was feeling quite peckish.
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A quick geography lesson. My main base of operations was a fairly large island off the coast of one of the largest continents of this planet. The core of the island held a rather massive volcano, which was mostly dormant. The island was mostly mountainous rocks and cliff, as well as most artificial. I had nine Entity-selves spread through the island, three in the center with the volcano, where I harvested the magma and lava flows for energy, and the other six spread out around the island in a rough hexagon in order to guard it, while also harvesting the significantly lower but still worthwhile amounts of energy at the edges.
Sanctuary is located... roughly in the vicinity of the southern part of the island. It's fairly large, but it's built deep more than it's built wide.
Now, some history. This island had been a vacation resort, with lush vegetation and a carefully monitored and curated ecosystem that made it wonderfully pleasant to all visitors.
Had, being the operative word. The ones who built it had long since passed into the Bright Night.
Now, a quick lesson on the Warp. The Warp was a realm that existed alongside the real world. It was a place of madness, chaos and emotion, as the Warp was basically a realm consisting of an infinite amount of psychic energies, and shaped by all life in the galaxy.
The galaxy was a steaming shithole, an awful place to live for pretty much everybody. Therefore, so was the Warp. This was made worse by the fact that the barrier between realspace and the Warp could vary, and were frequently rather thin.
Occasionally, this barrier would rupture, and the result was called a Warp Storm, where raw psychic energy flooded into realspace, making entire sections of the galaxy into a twisted psychedelic hellscape. Star systems could vanish completely, to awful results. Planets would be corrupted, twisted by the raw power into something called 'Daemon Worlds'. See, the Warp itself might not have been so bad, but there were also things that lived there, bundles of energy, emotion, and concepts that took on life of its own. Such creatures were called Daemons. Also Warpspawn, Warp Entities, Neverborn, and a variety of other names that all implied their hideous nature.
Most of the galaxy had good cause to fear Daemons. I, to re-establish, really liked to eat them, because I ate energy and to me, Daemons were food with attitude. In turn, Daemons really hated me, because while they were quite eager in eating the souls of others, they were a bunch of hypocrites that didn't like having their own souls eaten. Or, not souls, but essence-
Where am I going with this?
Well, it's simple.
This planet was stuck in a Warp Storm.
Normally, that would be an utter death sentence to the planet and everything on it. Normally.
This planet had the dubious fortune of a certain factor. Namely, it's smack dab in the center of the Warp Storm, and therefore pretty much in the eye of the hurricane. It's in a small bit of calm reality where Warp Energy is flooding around it, but not quite reaching it.
There's... actually a pretty generous amount of give, to be honest. This planet has a moon, and that thing is basically on the edge of the eye.
That's the reason why there isn't a Daemon for every remaining blade of grass. Even for them, it takes quite a bit of power to punch through the calm, and manifest on the planet itself. They used to be very active, back when the Warp Storm had just started up and there were a few billion people on the planet. There were incursions every day, all across the world, and people would die and vanish into the Warp by the tens of thousands.
It was a huge mess. Nobody is ever truly prepared for a full scale invasion by space-hell, see. A lot of people died... There was a lot of fighting...
But enough with the history lesson. People were also what had attracted the attention of so many Daemons to begin with. As more died, the Daemons started getting less and less active, probably going on to darker prospects where they could spread more misery. So, things calmed down more as the population dropped. Went from billions to maybe a few tens of millions across the entire world.
Eventually, it got to the point where Daemons only invaded when the barrier was especially weak. It was a fairly cyclical event...
See, unfortunately, this planet has a moon, and that thing is basically on the edge of the eye. It is super corrupt, more a seething mass of Warp Energy and Daemons than anything else. Despite the fact that there was no sun, and light on this world came from the Warp Storm itself, the moon had a cycle that resembled that of a normal moon. At the beginning of the month, it was dark, and near invisible. Towards the middle, it became brighter, and eventually filled out completely.
When it did... The barriers weakened. And Daemons had a much easier time accessing the planet. This meant, inevitably, that there was an invasion of Daemons every month. The specific time varied, a bit, as time on a world within a Warp Storm was rather loose, but not too much. Usually.
The people of Sanctuary referred to this cycle as the Daemontide. To them, it was an indicator that they should button down the hatches and get ready for a rough few nights. In Sanctuary itself, they were safe, but many of them maintained habits that used to keep them alive before they came here.
To me? It was an indicator to get ready for an all-you-can-eat buffet. Sanctuary, after all, was the largest collection of Humans around, tens of millions strong. Despite the fact that my presence brought Silence with me, I'd been careful to ensure that the Silence hadn't grown too strong. It hid Sanctuary quite easily, but it didn't hide the fact that there were many souls somewhere on this island.
Daemons were foolish creatures, really. Rare was the Daemon who had restraint in the face of gratification. They were not creatures of logic, they were creatures of emotion and concept. To go against the concepts that made them up was... just about impossible.
And so, they invaded, enmasse, onto an island where I had the advantage in every conceivable fashion. They more or less just flung themselves straight into my mouth. I usually ended up so full of energy that I felt almost bloated.
It was great.
Why is all of this relevant?
Because the Daemontide is soon to reach its peak. The invasion will happen... In another night or two.
And I was feeling quite peckish.
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- Location
- Arizona
- Pronouns
- Him/His
....Time to eat!
The Daemons shall learn to fear you!
The Daemons shall learn to fear you!
Rended Space
00Skaven
- Location
- The Under-Empire
Daemon! Om nom nom!
Baron Steakpuncher
Hopeful Idealist
- Location
- Australia
Bon appetit
- Location
- England. Tea and scones, wot wot!
...Other than 'YESSS WHEN DO SEE EPIC WAR SCENE', I have a question- would eating from the Shadow In The Warp make Shroud more or less hungry...?
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
Khorne Daemons: "BLOOD SLAUGHTER SKULLS!"
-liquid gets sprays over them and the other daemon types in the army.
Nurgling: "What is this stuff?"
Shroud: "Chutney."
Jordisk
<Unverified N00B>
- Location
- Blind Eternities
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
The warp will seal itself locally, for its own preservation. Warp Storms are, as just explained, holes into the all-you-can-eat.
- Location
- Russia
I'd imagine that it would make the Shroud less hungry, since the Shadow in the Warp doesn't actually fundamentally change the Warp in any way. It's the same exact stuff, thoughts and hopes and emotions, the only difference is that the Tyranids, due to being a hivemind, are inimically alien to the rest of the life in this galaxy, and so their presence makes the Warp also alien to the souls of the people of this galaxy.
Jordisk
<Unverified N00B>
- Location
- Blind Eternities
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
That is just Dritch's style. Hiver does the same type of thing.