The indomitable human spirit vs a galaxy of angst! A warhammer 40k human god quest.

The step in option gives me the image of hagal coming in with the steel chair behind the void dragon WWE style
"The Void Dragon an th- OHHH HERE COMES HAGAL WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!"
 
Here be Dragon pt. 2
[X] Step in

Emotions flooded into you, as time seemed to freeze for but a moment. You felt worry for your brother who even with your blessing was barely keeping up, terror at what could befall this village should you fail-

But most of all...

You felt RAGE. You felt that anger, that attachment to the ones that could not defend themselves, coil around you. The voices of the few Shamans who sought a Caretaker echoed in your mind, booming out a call to action. You groaned in pain and focus as you collected as much of your energy as you could into one point, brute forcing a solution in the face of no alternative methods.

Your brother continued to stab at the creature, his flaming spear rendering small cracks in the beasts body. Yet this was not enough, as it turned its gaze onto the humans in the distance with glee.

"A banquet of life-essence, ripe for the harvesting..." It's voice was like the dripping of tar and the shattering of glass, as a cackle erupted from it. The creature managed to dodge one of your brothers strikes, swatting him and his mount out of the sky before beginning to hover towards the village.

"Morsels of flesh...delectable..." One of its arms morphed into a shifting mass of moving blades, a large shredder meant for the collection of 'material'. Your brother slowly pulled himself out of the hole he'd made from his impact, gazing at the scene in the distance with anguish. He looked behind him only to see the corpse of his mount, knowing he would be to slow to reach the creature in time by himself due to how exhausted he felt.

The villagers fled, the men attempting to guide as many women and children away as they could, but it was a pointless endeavor. The creatures range was simply to great...yet it paused, something felt off to it. It turned its gaze, however it was to late to dodge the silver ethereal fist that impacted it's face at incredible speeds.

The creature roared in pain as shards of metal shattered off of its form, however it quickly gathered itself to look upon the new threat. There was no warrior before it, instead all that there was to been seen was that of a flickering silver fist. It chuckled as it readied another attack, interest clear in its tone. "The primitives have forged two constructs then...I would be impressed if not for the clear brutish mindset you both seem to exude." A ball of green lightning formed within its hand before it spoke in a mocking voice. "Let me guess, your going to use your power to...hit me with your fists again?"

Your voice replied, booming and now material despite still lacking a mouth. "Yes." You spoke bluntly, with a hint of frustration. "Now shut up, I'm your opponent now."

No more words were spoken as the ball of lightning was hurled towards you, clipping your hand and sending physical pain into you for the first time in your existence. This did not stop you however, as you continued forwards and slammed into the creatures chest. This continued for an unknown amount of time, all of your focus put into defeating the beast. You would score a hit, yet the creature seemed to harm you twice as often. Finally you would feel your reserves be depleted, your fist vanishing from existence. The creature laughed at the sight, it's batterd body glowing as it spoke with glee.

"Do you now see the futile nature of your resistance? All you have done is allow me to take more pleasure in your death, primitive construct..." It's gaze turned to the village again, glee evident in its form. "I am Mag'ladroth, the strongest of my people, master of the material, dragon of the void! I will consume you a-!" A golden spear erupted from its chest, it's voice choking as it looked down at the wound in its torso. Flame erupted from the spear, consuming large portions of the beasts body as it's screams of pain hissed out for miles around.

Its body was reduced to a wirling lump of chrome and electricity, which fell to the floor to reveal your brothers form. He pulled the spear back before staring at the lump, a grimace on his face. "You talk too much."



Soon after your brother collapsed from exhaustion, the two of you reeling from the aftermath and doing your best to collect your thoughts. Your brother was the first to speak, exasperation clear in his voice. "Now what exactly was that about 'not having hands' earlier?"

You replied defensively, though the energy in your tone was still sapped. "Well you know, I'm still learning...and stuff just happens sometimes!"

You swore for just a second you saw him grinning.

Yet despite the temporary bit of respite, you both knew things were not yet over. Even now you could sense Mag'ladroth ever so slowly regenerating, you doubted that even at full strength you could actually destroy it in its entirety.

Your brother turned to you with worry, an unusual amount of honesty in his expression. "I grow concerned as to what can be done, neither of us can simply spend the rest of time chipping away at this alien."

Your thoughts were more focused on the implications of its existence, with you looking at the sky in uncertainty. "So long as this thing is on earth nothing is safe..."

Your bother then seemed to get a spark in his eye, giving you an honest bit of worry. "You are right, I will just have to hold it elsewhere then..." He began to go into deep thought, though you had a different reaction.

"I'm sorry, do you mean to somehow reach SPACE? I can't think of a single way you could possibly-" Your brother suddenly teleported with the creature in hand, completely sending your mind into a state of pause for several minutes.

"...huh."



AN: THE VOID DRAGON HAS BEEN DEFEATED! Rejoice in having rocked the shit out of a star god shard.

Your regularly scheduled programing will continue in the next update, I sincerely hope you enjoyed our first 'fight' scene of sorts.
 
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Your reward is the world isn't consumed and the human race enslaved.


...jk, your choices get you on the first step to rendering a physical form and you boosted your relationship with your Bro.
…oh wait since humanity witness us fighting along side our brother rather then just him in the original we're about to get a big boost of worshipers as their god has intervene to help his "champion" in battle so expect more worshipers
 
Hey @b0ggletov, I have a few questions:

in our religion can there be other gods and if so how many gods are there in our patheon?

how many gods are slowly being born in total?

oh also most religions have some supernatural beings will they come to exist in the warp if enough people believe in them?

oh can you tell me exactly where our religion is pls?

can we help in the birth of other gods?

can you tell me what time we are,and roughly what year is it ?

some local empires that arose,exist and what Is there situantion?

And what is happening on all continents on earth?

I can't wait to hear your answers!!Than you

@b0ggletov vam you answers these questions for me pretty please
 
hell, yeah eat dirt Mag'ladroth get in your box and nice to see we bonded with emps over our shared desire to protect humanity.

also, could we use the hands to aid our followers?
 
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So, I can see an explosion in worship from witnesses of this fight and the spread of our faith

New options in interacting with the materium

Emperor relationship boosts

And VD possibly more wrecked than he was in canon
 
Seems Hagal took the brunt of the damage in this version. Guess now is a good time to figure out how getting "hurt" affects divine assistance and keeping heaven running.

I also find it funny that Hagal's first appearance to the masses is as a pair of fists.

"Yes I'm here, CATCH THESE HANDS"
-Hagal probably
 
Why do I have a feeling all our priest are gonna be ultraripped wrestlers, just a priest suplexing a daemon prince
"THE BEST WAY TO KILL A DAEMON IS TO PRAY AND PUNCH IT! THE SECONDS BEST WAY IS TO PUNCH IT! THUS THE LORD COMMANDS!"
 
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oh, I just noticed something about what the dragon said.
"The primitives have forged two constructs then...I would be impressed if not for the clear brutish mindset you both seem to exude.
looks like that humanity having two warp-based beings (Hagal and emps) around is really unusual for them at their point of development. it seems like most species have at best one to protect them at that stage. so, I assume making warp being's to be quite difficult to say the least.

the Shamans found a work around for this in their goal to protect humanity by sacrificing themselves and humanities psyker abilities for a time.
 
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Back to the grind
[X] Plan: Gifts, More Gifts and blessing

-[X] Wine and gifts

The Caretaker had given them a clear vision, to not use his compassion as a tool for pain or conquest. None would be put to the sword for their upbringing, just as none could be expected to be true in their faith with a blade to their neck.

Instead one must show his bounty to the uninitiated, allow them to see what their diety offered to those who knelt in the pursuit of a greater future. This technique was not greatly effective, however converts did indeed trickle in over time. What mattered was that none were alienated, that the souls of the faithful were not made dirty by dishonorable action.

Many religions persecuted and cut down those outside their number, clear lines drawn in the sand that divided the people of the known world. To have a faith that did no such thing, it was an oddity. The doubtful could come into the presence of a temple, to feel the embrace of the Caretaker and let loose a sigh of relief.

-[X] blacksmith

In this age of acceptance and knowledge, with the scholars of the land having brought great advancements to their people, it came naturally that the craftsmen would do their part. Blacksmiths forged many grand tools with their skills, honing their craft in the pursuit of bettering themselves and those around them. Such was their vigor in this age that many agreed the Caretaker held a special place in his heart for those who used their hands for creation.

'It is easy to destroy, for it is a base impulse. It may take a second to knock over stones that took hours to pile up, yet it is the one who stacked them that always gains the most.'

So it came to be that the devoted would craft many symbols of their faith, whether in the form of a humble talisman or in the creation of a large statue built in their gods likeness. Many debated what form their diety took on, or if they even had a form simaler to that of a mortal. Yet one great mason built a statue over a period of years, recruiting his sons and those willing to aid him. It was a great work, one that for many put the arguments to an end. For the form of the statue was indeed grand, in the shape of-

[ ] The humble - A robed figure who's face cannot be seen, it's arms stretched out in preparation for an embrace.

[ ] The maker - A shirtless man holding a hammer of the forge, his face eager.

[ ] The watcher - A man wearing simple clothes, with an intense stare on his face. In his hands are a tome to record the deeds of the righteous and a spear to strike down the vile.

[ ] Write in:

Of course, this was merely in the center of the known world, on the outskirts and far off lands, other events occurred...



In the flat fields of Mongolia, a great wave of spiritual upheaval had begun. An entire village had claimed to witness a battle of gods, which lasted for hours and shook the heavens.

Many wandered to the site of the battle, seeing great patches of ground burnt to ash, filled with deep gouges, or simply not there anymore. In a mighty crater, a peasant found a shard of metal that could not be bent or broken by any means. It became widely believed this was a scale, a piece of the dragon that had shed during the battle.

This scale would be placed within a shrine, not to worship it, but as a symbol of might for a different diety. The fist of the stars, the hand of a god which had come down from the heavens to bring low the beast that had wanted to consume them. Worship of the Bright-Hand spread throughout the region, with many becoming monks and training themselves in the art of defense. No bandit or raider would dare make a strike within the steppe, for they knew they would be beaten by the warriors who sought to emulate their diety by striking those that would harm the innocent.

You looked upon these warrior-monks, saw their devotion, and felt odd. They did indeed pray to you, yet for the first time it went into an aspect you had never felt before. They wished for hope yes, but these people asked for strength of arms, for the ability to strike down their foes.

You did not know how to feel about this, however in the end you elected to-

[ ] Encourage them

[ ] Dissuade them



Asger felt at odds with himself many times, though his emotional state was rarely simple in the first place. He watched waves fall upon the rocky shore, the view from the cliffside being one many would agree to be beautiful. The sun gently set in the distance casting a vibrant glow onto the sea, while a grove nearby had leaves that swayed in the breeze.

He had sat in this exact spot countless times, though the view was always a bit different...he would say he enjoyed this version at the very least.

His first true time on this cliff was arguably much worse, a boy fleeing a burning village while pillagers chased after him. He'd had much less time to enjoy the view then, only a couple seconds as he fell after being shoved off.

Time did not slow down as he neared death like he'd heard in stories, instead he believed that it just sped up for him alone. It was not much of a life worth looking over to be honest, a boy of twelve years who did nothing of Interest until they died running like a coward. The last emotion he felt before he hit the rocks was shame, he saw the disappointed eyes of his family before all became darkness.

Then, as quickly as it had come, it went away. He gasped on a beach shore, cold from the wind and from the sea water that had reached his legs due to the high tide. He spent what felt like an hour terrified of what had occurred, believing this was some sort of underworld and he was to be eternally punished.

Yet as he stood up and looked around, his thoughts a tad clearer, he realized he knew exactly where he was. That was the day he stumbled back to his village, only to find a pit of husks and ashes that was already being reclaimed by nature.

That was the day, a thousand years ago.

He could live no normal life after that, eventually his body didn't grow gray from age and he knew then that he truly couldn't die. Every time he attempted to settle down he would be forced to leave after a decade or two, people growing suspicious of his lack of change and viewing him as a witch that needed expelled.

Sometimes he felt as though he'd gone mad, before taking matters into his own hands...

Yes...he'd visited this cliff many times, was the one to plant the grove in the hopes the next visit would be more pleasant. The view unfortunately, was always soiled by the aftermath. He always felt this futile hope that *this* would be the one, the final gaze at the sunset before he journeyed into his own twilight.

A cynical part of him whispered that it was just a hobby at this point, a little tradition he used to pretend that he was all still there.

Then there was the smallest voice, so tiny it could just barely be heard. It told him that he should enjoy the view and be done, to push things back a bit further. When one had all the time in the world, what was the rush to die?

He scoffed, before he stared at the stars above. He'd taken solace in them at one point, companions he could rely on in the darkest times.

Then one day he watched one of the lights burn out...and that was that.

Tears fell onto the dirt, though it was honestly more instinctual at this point. There wasn't much of an alternative at this point was there? What was he to do, try to ingrate himself with his descendents just to have to leave then eventually as well?

No, he decided...and then he quit procrastinating. He slowly stood up from his spot, before walking to the edge and gazing downwards. The rocks he remembered had eroded fully around two hundred years ago, ever since then he'd really just had to rely on getting the angle right.

He let out a deep breath, closed his eyes, and st-

"Hello there." A voice broke his peace, causing him to freeze with both feet still on solid ground. Nobody had ever found him here before, he felt excitement at the novelty but also revulsion that somebody had intruded upon his space. He slowly turned around to face the stranger, his brows creased in confusion.

The man that stood before him was odd, simply in just how basic he looked. Tanned skin, long raven black hair, he was clearly from the southlands and yet appeared so average he doubted he could pick him out from a crowd if he tried.

He spoke up with agitation, displeased to have been interrupted. "Why do you come here stranger? I have nothing to offer you."

The man replied in a simple tone. "I merely wanted to warn you to not get to close to the edge, you seemed like you were close to tripping."

He felt his face flush from anger, quickly replying. "It's none of your business what I do, danger or no!"

The man then chuckled, bringing more anger to Asger, yet his next words replaced rage with worry. "I suppose not, but it would be inconvenient to have to return after you woke up again..."

Asger paused, his mouth going dry as he thought on the implications this conversation suddenly brought. "Who...what are you?" Now that he looked closer, his senses picked up an unsettling feeling, the hair on his skin standing up on end.

The man stared at him for a moment, before taking off his robe. Suddenly Asger was blinded, stumbling back before remembering where he was just standing. Right before he could fall to his not-death however, a large arm grasped him and held him aloft. He stared in awe at the man, who was now transformed. Their voice, booming as it was, still had that same neutral tone.

"I am Neoth...and there is much work to be done."



AN: Oof, sorry for the wait gang, life does what life wants sometimes. I can't say that there won't be gaps like this, but I promise you I will never simply stop this story without reasonable explanation.

There was also a small heaping of writers block when it came to the narrative section, the first alternative pov and all that.

Happy reading.
 
[X] Plan: embracing others
-[X] The humble - A robed figure who's face cannot be seen, it's arms stretched out in preparation for an embrace.
-[X] Encourage them

[X] Plan watching and recording:
-[X] The watcher - A man wearing simple clothes, with an intense stare on his face. In his hands are a tome to record the deeds of the righteous and a spear to strike down the vile.
-[X] Encourage them

[X] Plan Reforging:

[X] Plan Friendly Campfire
 
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[X] Plan: embracing others
-[X] The humble - A robed figure who's face cannot be seen, it's arms stretched out in preparation for an embrace.
-[X] Encourage them

[X] Plan watching and recording:
-[X] The watcher - A man wearing simple clothes, with an intense stare on his face. In his hands are a tome to record the deeds of the righteous and a spear to strike down the vile.
-[X] Encourage them

[X] Destruction May Be Necessary, But Creation Is Divine:
 
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