That is too glib for my taste, the Emperor enshrined genocide against aliens during the Crusade, he forced worlds into compliance by waging brutal wars across the galaxy, he destroyed peaceful cultures and religions (including with his own hands during the Unification of Tera). All that Tjapa is the Emperor sowed the seeds of.
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That is too glib for my taste, the Emperor enshrined genocide against aliens during the Crusade, he forced worlds into compliance by waging brutal wars across the galaxy, he destroyed peaceful cultures and religions (including with his own hands during the Unification of Tera). All that Tjapa is the Emperor sowed the seeds of.
Measuring who exactly is more deserving of fighting Tyranny is a rather silly affair, in my opinion. Xenos might have been killed, but it was humans who tolled and suffered under it for all their lives, after all. I think everyone fully deserve to oppose Tjapa and stop his works, and it is important that they all did it together.
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As long as you can claim that the warp entity in question is a saint of the emperor worshiping them is A-Okay. The issue is that everyone who we could have claimed with a straight face qualified just died, unless Alatron managed to cheat true death.
Eh fair point. I'm still happy it was the xenos who actually reaped the rewards rather the humans and specially the primarchs, they hardly toiled anywhere and they were directly complicit in the Crusade.
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To his dismay, he couldn't find either of them. Saniel also realized that he was prone on the ground and felt exhaustion that would've killed an average human by now. The warning runes and sigils felt like Drukhari knives in his skull, which prompted the Brother-Sergeant to simply pulled off his helmet altogether. Soon the smells of blood, gold, and ozone filled his nostrils, and that golden light above seemed to taunt his swimming vision.
But he ignored it and tried to focus on what had happened now. A shaky finger went up to his micro-bead, "Brothers, situation report." An old habit that hadn't gone away even in such chaotic times. He waited for a few seconds and heard only static. Saniel tried to focus his vision and tried to look around for a weapon; even an ordinary combat knife would've been a valued ally now. There was too much dust in the air, the winds howling with an unnatural cacophony of trumpets and chanting of praise towards the Star Father mixed into the close and distant sounds of gunfire and explosions. Damn the Tyrant; even the battlefield wasn't safe from that abominations narcissism.
Saniel finally found a weapon, a plasma gun, but it remained tightly gripped in the hands of its last wielder, Brother Arestis. The fellow Lamenter died with his finger on its trigger and likely with a sneering visage on the marines face towards whatever enemy deserved his fury. The Brother Sergeant saw deep blast-wounds in his chest, probably from concentrated psy-lances. 'Right, we were ambushed.' An entire squadron of whatever Circle Angyls attacked them. They fought them off, but Saniel blacked out in the end. He and Arestis were on a mission of some kind. Saniel noticed the secured rucksack on his back, and the Brother-Sergeant remembered that it was full of melta-charges. Now it was all coming back to him. What remained of command tasked Brother Arestis and Brother-Sergeant Saniel with destroying a ritual zone used by the Storm of Judgement. After that, all orders had stopped coming altogether.
They were all that remained of Kill-Squad Saber, perhaps of the 7th Special Company. Now it was just Saniel, with only a plasma gun against Emperor knows how many Angyls and traitors. The prospect of death didn't terrify him at all, but the chance of failing now, when he and Arestis made it this far, weighed heavily on his mind.
Grabbing the plasma gun and the rucksack, Saniel stared down at the body of his brother and felt a few tears roll down his cheek. It wasn't Arestis's death that brought said tears, but rather the pride at which Saniel felt upon realizing that even in the face of approaching defeat, his brother never gave up. He prepared for whatever came next and accepted it with dignity and grace befitting a space marine. And he died with a weapon in his hand, indeed an honorable end for the Astartes.
However, Saniel's ending wasn't here, not yet. The Brother-Sergeant had only a vague direction of the ritual site, but as he gazed upon the golden sky, wincing the whole time, he saw what looked to be hundreds of strands of purple energy shooting out towards it from one location. It had to be about 20 or so kilometers away, likely guarded by incredibly dangerous guards. But it wasn't like there was anywhere else to retreat now.
His death would be at this ritual site, but he had to make sure it would be a worthwhile death. Saniel saw there was enough ammo left in the plasma gun for about 100 shots. More than enough for this mission. And the number of explosives was likely overkill, but that was the way Arestis liked it.
Saniel started walking towards the ritual site. It would be time to die soon enough.
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Kill-Squad Saber consisted of seven members: Brothers Saniel, Arestis, Turiel, Ansgard, Saco, Zazriel, and Marrus. Their squad wasn't anything unusual within the 7th Special Company, but they specialized in the ways of sabotage and raiding. Considering what awaited the Coalition, their last campaign wasn't going to be a defensive one at all. Command tasked Kill-Squad Saber with attacking ritual sites, killing the Star Father's sorcerers, and just being a general pain in the ass.
When the Grand Ritual started, they were always on the move, and time seemed to blue across the campaign. To anyone within the Coalition, time seemed to be a misdirection caused by the enemy. No one within Kill-Squad Saber knew how long it had been since it started; five hours, five days, five weeks, five months, or perhaps five years? It didn't matter so much for the Lamenters who threw themselves into the carnage. Countless races and other Imperials fought alongside them, but even the Brother-Sergeant seemed to have forgotten their faces. Still, he remembered they all served with honor, dignity, and defiance against the Tyrant.
But, the campaign dragged on, and losses started to mount up. The mortals died first, bravely and with strength unimaginable, but the enemy killed them all the same. Then the Lamenters started losing company after company, and each loss felt by all brothers even when never told of their demise. Command itself seemed to change hands so much that it didn't matter who responded, only that they had new orders and objectives for Kill-Squad Saber.
Brother Saco was the first to fall, during the battle at Zone Delta-09. An Angyl tore through his chest armor before rending him apart. His squad never had the chance to bury him.
Then Ansgard and Turiel both died during the 7th Special Company assault on a Second Circle summoning ritual. They found a vantage point with their heavy bolters and fired for what seemed like hours. Their position was hit with enough artillery to level a hive, and while Saniel never confirmed their deaths, he and the others knew.
Zazriel went on a scouting mission inside a massive tunneling complex, reported substantial Angyl activity. Then an explosion was heard from his location before the entire tunnel caved, taking him and his foes with him. He wasn't even in his first century yet, but he went out like a veteran. Saniel and the rest of the squad were proud of him.
Marrus, their sole tech-marine, was able to fix the Land Speeder used by Saniel and Arestis to reach their last mission. But, he had to stay behind to ensure that no one would be able to track their movement. Marrus sent one final message to Saniel, stating that he wishes he could've died alongside them. The feeling was mutual.
As Saniel and Arestis made their way over, they received no more communications from command save for a repeating message calling for the Fall of Tyrants. Something about it made them feel like all their sacrifices would be worth it in the end. They were 30 kilometers when their Land Speeder was attacked, forcing them to the ground. They ran almost ten klicks before getting ambushed.
The ground next to Saniel was hit by a powerful explosive. He never Arestis die, and it saddened him.
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The Coalition must have done something to screw up the Star Fathers' ritual; the Brother-Sergeant thought as he saw the panicking sorcerers and furious Angyls running about as if trying to stop some cataclysm from happening. He saw there wasn't any Angyl above the fifth circle at this ritual site. 'Well, I suppose their ritual is about to get a lot worse now.' Saniel thought to himself as he aimed his plasma gun.
These idiots had failed even to consider someone entering their ritual site, which meant that Saniel was in the perfect spot to start opening fire on them. The Lamenter fired each burst of plasma towards his targets with an accuracy only an Astartes could manage. Saniel watched as the Angyls burned into golden slag, or men melt before his eyes. His foes desperately tried to mount a counter-offensive, but they still seemed distracted and tried in vain to continue with their sorcery.
'This was it,' Saniel thought as he fired the increasingly overheated plasma gun, 'The last battle, my last battle. Brothers, I'll join you soon.' He felt at peace, even as the sounds of war and death overpowered his senses. There was no smile on his face, but the grim determination on his face said it all. He was going to die, but not before taking these bastards with him and ruining their profane ritual.
However, the surprise wore off, and the Angyls attacked with renewed efforts. His plasma gun was almost out of ammo and about to overheat. Saniel spent the last of the plasma ammo and supercharged the damn weapon, ensuring that it would explode within the next few seconds. He chucked the thing at a group of Angyls as it exploded, taking most of them out and giving him an opening.
Both Arestis and Marrus, before their deaths, had set the melta-charges to a deadman switch/trigger. Saniel didn't even have to press anything; he just had to get close enough and then die to ruin this ritual site. "Sic Semper Tyrannis!" The Brother-Sergeant shouted as he began a full sprint. Enough of his foes had perished now that the entire process for this ritual was exposed to outside attack. Everyone knew that, so when the Angyls tried in vain to stop the Lamenter, and when the sorcerers tried to stop Saniel with their foul powers, all they did was slow the marine down.
At one point, the Angyls tried to pile upon him simply. For all their "glories" and "strength," the Angyls of the Tyrant King resorted to using Ork tactics in some panicked hope of stopping the Astartes.
The moment would be immortalized forever, as the Brother-Sergeant approached the ritual, a dozen minor Angyls clinging to his body. In contrast, a dozen human sorcerers looked on in pure terror. Saniel didn't need to be in the center of the site to destroy it now; he could've died now and accomplished his mission. But here and now, he wanted to achieve maximum damage. He wanted his brothers, who Saniel knew was watching, seeing him reach the finishing line in this final moment of defiance. A Lamenter smiled and knew that every sacrifice that Kill-Squad Saber, the Coalition, and humanity had made would be worth it in the end.
Saniel's last action was pressing down the trigger of the detonator. Even in these final moments, he denied his foes the 'honor' of killing him.
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The destruction of the Ritual Site by Kill-Squad Saber was ultimately just one of many destroyed by the last remnants of the Coalition. But for the surviving Triumverate, each act of defiance would be retold to thousands of civilizations. And the veil itself was now etched with such moments, to remembered and told by future generations until the very stars themselves burned out.
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@Durin There, my attempt at a Lamenter moment during the Grand Ritual. I, however, eagerly await @Swordomatic omake since he has a better grasp of the Astartes mentality.
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath—
It may be I shall pass him still
But I've a rendezvous with Death
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
- Alan Seeger
"He who leads a war for the love of his fellow-men will defeat his enemies."
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There was darkness, followed by the taste of blood in his mouth and the sounds of war. Brother-Sergeant Saniel of the Lamenters 7th Special Company awoke with a shuddering gasp. His body ached, and his helmet's bio-metrics warned him of multiple wounds across his body along with damage to his power armor. Brother Saniel tried to make sense of what had happened to him. More importantly, he found that his hands were empty of a weapon, so he quickly grasped for his bolt pistol and a combat knife. At some disputed barricade,
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath—
It may be I shall pass him still
But I've a rendezvous with Death
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
- Alan Seeger
"He who leads a war for the love of his fellow-men will defeat his enemies."
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To his dismay, he couldn't find either of them. Saniel also realized that he was prone on the ground and felt exhaustion that would've killed an average human by now. The warning runes and sigils felt like Drukhari knives in his skull, which prompted the Brother-Sergeant to simply pulled off his helmet altogether. Soon the smells of blood, gold, and ozone filled his nostrils, and that golden light above seemed to taunt his swimming vision.
But he ignored it and tried to focus on what had happened now. A shaky finger went up to his micro-bead, "Brothers, situation report." An old habit that hadn't gone away even in such chaotic times. He waited for a few seconds and heard only static. Saniel tried to focus his vision and tried to look around for a weapon; even an ordinary combat knife would've been a valued ally now. There was too much dust in the air, the winds howling with an unnatural cacophony of trumpets and chanting of praise towards the Star Father mixed into the close and distant sounds of gunfire and explosions. Damn the Tyrant; even the battlefield wasn't safe from that abominations narcissism.
Saniel finally found a weapon, a plasma gun, but it remained tightly gripped in the hands of its last wielder, Brother Arestis. The fellow Lamenter died with his finger on its trigger and likely with a sneering visage on the marines face towards whatever enemy deserved his fury. The Brother Sergeant saw deep blast-wounds in his chest, probably from concentrated psy-lances. 'Right, we were ambushed.' An entire squadron of whatever Circle Angyls attacked them. They fought them off, but Saniel blacked out in the end. He and Arestis were on a mission of some kind. Saniel noticed the secured rucksack on his back, and the Brother-Sergeant remembered that it was full of melta-charges. Now it was all coming back to him. What remained of command tasked Brother Arestis and Brother-Sergeant Saniel with destroying a ritual zone used by the Storm of Judgement. After that, all orders had stopped coming altogether.
They were all that remained of Kill-Squad Saber, perhaps of the 7th Special Company. Now it was just Saniel, with only a plasma gun against Emperor knows how many Angyls and traitors. The prospect of death didn't terrify him at all, but the chance of failing now, when he and Arestis made it this far, weighed heavily on his mind.
Grabbing the plasma gun and the rucksack, Saniel stared down at the body of his brother and felt a few tears roll down his cheek. It wasn't Arestis's death that brought said tears, but rather the pride at which Saniel felt upon realizing that even in the face of approaching defeat, his brother never gave up. He prepared for whatever came next and accepted it with dignity and grace befitting a space marine. And he died with a weapon in his hand, indeed an honorable end for the Astartes.
However, Saniel's ending wasn't here, not yet. The Brother-Sergeant had only a vague direction of the ritual site, but as he gazed upon the golden sky, wincing the whole time, he saw what looked to be hundreds of strands of purple energy shooting out towards it from one location. It had to be about 20 or so kilometers away, likely guarded by incredibly dangerous guards. But it wasn't like there was anywhere else to retreat now.
His death would be at this ritual site, but he had to make sure it would be a worthwhile death. Saniel saw there was enough ammo left in the plasma gun for about 100 shots. More than enough for this mission. And the number of explosives was likely overkill, but that was the way Arestis liked it.
Saniel started walking towards the ritual site. It would be time to die soon enough.
---
Kill-Squad Saber consisted of seven members: Brothers Saniel, Arestis, Turiel, Ansgard, Saco, Zazriel, and Marrus. Their squad wasn't anything unusual within the 7th Special Company, but they specialized in the ways of sabotage and raiding. Considering what awaited the Coalition, their last campaign wasn't going to be a defensive one at all. Command tasked Kill-Squad Saber with attacking ritual sites, killing the Star Father's sorcerers, and just being a general pain in the ass.
When the Grand Ritual started, they were always on the move, and time seemed to blue across the campaign. To anyone within the Coalition, time seemed to be a misdirection caused by the enemy. No one within Kill-Squad Saber knew how long it had been since it started; five hours, five days, five weeks, five months, or perhaps five years? It didn't matter so much for the Lamenters who threw themselves into the carnage. Countless races and other Imperials fought alongside them, but even the Brother-Sergeant seemed to have forgotten their faces. Still, he remembered they all served with honor, dignity, and defiance against the Tyrant.
But, the campaign dragged on, and losses started to mount up. The mortals died first, bravely and with strength unimaginable, but the enemy killed them all the same. Then the Lamenters started losing company after company, and each loss felt by all brothers even when never told of their demise. Command itself seemed to change hands so much that it didn't matter who responded, only that they had new orders and objectives for Kill-Squad Saber.
Brother Saco was the first to fall, during the battle at Zone Delta-09. An Angyl tore through his chest armor before rending him apart. His squad never had the chance to bury him.
Then Ansgard and Turiel both died during the 7th Special Company assault on a Second Circle summoning ritual. They found a vantage point with their heavy bolters and fired for what seemed like hours. Their position was hit with enough artillery to level a hive, and while Saniel never confirmed their deaths, he and the others knew.
Zazriel went on a scouting mission inside a massive tunneling complex, reported substantial Angyl activity. Then an explosion was heard from his location before the entire tunnel caved, taking him and his foes with him. He wasn't even in his first century yet, but he went out like a veteran. Saniel and the rest of the squad were proud of him.
Marrus, their sole tech-marine, was able to fix the Land Speeder used by Saniel and Arestis to reach their last mission. But, he had to stay behind to ensure that no one would be able to track their movement. Marrus sent one final message to Saniel, stating that he wishes he could've died alongside them. The feeling was mutual.
As Saniel and Arestis made their way over, they received no more communications from command save for a repeating message calling for the Fall of Tyrants. Something about it made them feel like all their sacrifices would be worth it in the end. They were 30 kilometers when their Land Speeder was attacked, forcing them to the ground. They ran almost ten klicks before getting ambushed.
The ground next to Saniel was hit by a powerful explosive. He never Arestis die, and it saddened him.
---
The Coalition must have done something to screw up the Star Fathers' ritual; the Brother-Sergeant thought as he saw the panicking sorcerers and furious Angyls running about as if trying to stop some cataclysm from happening. He saw there wasn't any Angyl above the fifth circle at this ritual site. 'Well, I suppose their ritual is about to get a lot worse now.' Saniel thought to himself as he aimed his plasma gun.
These idiots had failed even to consider someone entering their ritual site, which meant that Saniel was in the perfect spot to start opening fire on them. The Lamenter fired each burst of plasma towards his targets with an accuracy only an Astartes could manage. Saniel watched as the Angyls burned into golden slag, or men melt before his eyes. His foes desperately tried to mount a counter-offensive, but they still seemed distracted and tried in vain to continue with their sorcery.
'This was it,' Saniel thought as he fired the increasingly overheated plasma gun, 'The last battle, my last battle. Brothers, I'll join you soon.' He felt at peace, even as the sounds of war and death overpowered his senses. There was no smile on his face, but the grim determination on his face said it all. He was going to die, but not before taking these bastards with him and ruining their profane ritual.
However, the surprise wore off, and the Angyls attacked with renewed efforts. His plasma gun was almost out of ammo and about to overheat. Saniel spent the last of the plasma ammo and supercharged the damn weapon, ensuring that it would explode within the next few seconds. He chucked the thing at a group of Angyls as it exploded, taking most of them out and giving him an opening.
Both Arestis and Marrus, before their deaths, had set the melta-charges to a deadman switch/trigger. Saniel didn't even have to press anything; he just had to get close enough and then die to ruin this ritual site. "Sic Semper Tyrannis!" The Brother-Sergeant shouted as he began a full sprint. Enough of his foes had perished now that the entire process for this ritual was exposed to outside attack. Everyone knew that, so when the Angyls tried in vain to stop the Lamenter, and when the sorcerers tried to stop Saniel with their foul powers, all they did was slow the marine down.
At one point, the Angyls tried to pile upon him simply. For all their "glories" and "strength," the Angyls of the Tyrant King resorted to using Ork tactics in some panicked hope of stopping the Astartes.
The moment would be immortalized forever, as the Brother-Sergeant approached the ritual, a dozen minor Angyls clinging to his body. In contrast, a dozen human sorcerers looked on in pure terror. Saniel didn't need to be in the center of the site to destroy it now; he could've died now and accomplished his mission. But here and now, he wanted to achieve maximum damage. He wanted his brothers, who Saniel knew was watching, seeing him reach the finishing line in this final moment of defiance. A Lamenter smiled and knew that every sacrifice that Kill-Squad Saber, the Coalition, and humanity had made would be worth it in the end.
Saniel's last action was pressing down the trigger of the detonator. Even in these final moments, he denied his foes the 'honor' of killing him.
---
The destruction of the Ritual Site by Kill-Squad Saber was ultimately just one of many destroyed by the last remnants of the Coalition. But for the surviving Triumverate, each act of defiance would be retold to thousands of civilizations. And the veil itself was now etched with such moments, to remembered and told by future generations until the very stars themselves burned out.
---
@Durin There, my attempt at a Lamenter moment during the Grand Ritual. I, however, eagerly await @Swordomatic omake since he has a better grasp of the Astartes mentality.
GhostKing 666
Bringing Nightmares to life evey minute
It was also during his time that Xenos Protectorates were thing, where the Emperor willingly empowered groups like the Senatorum Imperialis and Administratum rather then hogging all the power to himself(even making Horus the Warmaster of the Imperial Military).
Much of the Imperium's xenophobia was a result of human suffering during the Age of Strife and the early days of the Great Crusade, where liberating human worlds under horrific xeno oppression was one of the main jobs of the Astartes Legions, cultural and personal experiences that naturally caused large parts of the Imperial military to develop a "kill them all, let the none existent gods sort them out" mentality, Primarchs included.
As for the Emperor working to force all human worlds into compliance, otl that was because humanities Psyker evolution is a lot more dangerous then it's being depicted in this quest, with humanity evolving into an even more powerful Psyker race then the Eldar, that's also far more numerous and spread out amongst the galaxy. Meaning a "Humanities Fall" scenario wouldn't just tear another Eye of Terror into the galaxy but possibly take out the galaxy entire. And so, the Emperor needed to have all of humanity under his control in order to ensure humanities evolution didn't destroy the galaxy because some group started playing around with shit they really shouldn't play with.
Right, it was all the lesser evil, all for the greater good. How many tyrants told themselves that? How many believed it? Look at the story of the Last Church on Tera, look at how proud 'Revelation' was to grind that poor priest beneath his boot first with words then with deeds when his faith would not be broken. There was no reason to take the time from his busy day of ruling to personally oversee wrecking the man's church and the attempted destruction of his self-identity, only pride and the desire to assert his dominance.
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GhostKing 666
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And how dangerous is religion in Warhammer? How many warp entities does religion form, shape and empower, especially for a race like humanity which has dangerously high psyker potential. Otl the Imperial Truth would have not only stripped the hooks various warp entities have in the human spirit, it would have protected humanity better then the Imperial Creed ever could have by stripping Chaos of it's ability to act.
Otl, Daemons, the Chaos Gods and all other "Neverborn" are stories, masks used by conglomerates of emotion and souls in the warp that let them pretend to be sapient. By calling them daemons, spirits and gods, you empower them to act via the stories and beliefs about them. Deny them that belief, truly deny them, and you deny them the ability to actually effect humanity or even the material universe on a large scale. Combined with moving humanity into the Webway, and the Emperor would have been able to safety shepherd humanities psyker evolution without risking the destruction of the galaxy.
During the Great Crusade all the Emperor cared about was disarming timebombs. Not just timebombs like keeping the Orks, Rangdan, Khrave and so many other xenos from growing large enough to destroy(or do worse) humanity, but also to prevent humanity from destroying the galaxy.
I would like to bring it up in one High Council meeting.Nope.
Already asked we're not allowed
Not legalizing them but how to respond if a representative of them shows up.
I have this idea of a scale to deal with god:
- Deny the existing of the knowledge (only Inquisitors know and make sure that the knowledge is sufficiently supressed)
How the old Imperium (mostly) handeled Chaos - Knowledge of how to notice it, how to fight it and why it should be fought is avaiable
How Chaos is handeled on Avernus. It is broadly only know as the Enemy - Knowledge is not dangerous itself but dealing with it is very dangerous
How the Doomed one should be handeled - Knowledge is not dangerous but surpressed and dealing with it is heretical
How the Cordonat was classified - Knowledge is not dangerous but dealing with it is heretical outside professionals
- Knowledge is not dangerous and we are neutral to it
- Knowledge is not dangerous and we accept it as an ally of convenience
- Knowledge is not dangerous and we accept it as belonging to an ally
Eldar pantheon
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Doomed Wombat
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Please cite me where xenos protectorates are a thing? I've seen it mentioned a few times, but never have I actually seen any source for it and given the complete lack of examples I some how doubt it considering one of the key traits of the imperial fucking truth is human supremacy and the danger posed by aliens.
The problem with that is that its a double edged sword. Personally I trust me boy Dante on this one when he said that it was likely just as bad for the xenos. People are just shits and IMO if emps wanted to he could have sorted out the "bad" ones and kept the ones that were peacefully coexisting like the Diasporex or under asshole humans alive fine.
If the Interex can pull off both (the mega arachnids they just marooned and they lived side by side with the Kinebrach) emps in all his infinite wisdom should be able to pull that off considering that the Interex were frequently moronic.
Ok that is not a thing, emps was not concerned with human psychic evolution at that point his priority was orks and Rangdan and the like. A humanities fall scenario wouldn't be viable until tens of thousands of years into the future unless you're telling me that emps somehow slowed down the evolution by bringing humans into the imperium and given that without his stellar guidance that fall scenario didn't happen I'd say it wouldn't start too until humans start commonly being psykers.
I do recall something about him wanting to go sentinel on humanity, but I can find nothing on Warhammer Wikia or Lexicanum on that only the generic safe guard humanity so it doesn't kill itself through psykers not take the galaxy with them.
Seriously it took trillions of eldar who were all powerful psykers millions of years to do that, humanity which barely produces a dozen alphas every few decades across an entire galaxy isn't in any danger of that.
Side note humanities psychic evolution in embers is arguably far more dangerous since its a heck of a lot faster than the canon one.
No it would not, not unless you lobotomise the entirety of humanity.
You can't get rid of ideas or stories.
And no that's how chaos works they don't care if people care stories about them beyond ego flattering its emotion that caused them to be, anything else is just gravy but they've got vast power already so long as anger exists so long as hope and despair, that's how the lore has always been.
Stories have never had jack shite to do with it.
Once more humanity was no threat to the galaxy and humanity's psychic evolution was no threat, we can see this in the fact that there's a 40K setting after emps was on the throne and no human webway projected was even fucking needed.
Edit: How do I get the feeling most of this is based on Master of Mankind the most universally panned book of the entire HH lorewise? I especially don't trust it since the one thing we've learnt of emps across the entire HH is that he lies.
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Was this a chaos cultist? The high priest of some dangerous and destructive planetary cult? No. Why would the Emperor himself to show up to argue with that one tired old priest in an empty church and burn it down before his eyes using Custodes of all things. His actions were those of a bully and a tyrant, gleeful and cruel in his power.
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Ekzentric Lohner
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... I suspect the latter is a good part of what causes the former.
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this is just flat wrong. atheism offers no special protection from the warp, nor would it have notable weakened the chaos gods. Not only do they have other races, but they are perfectly capable of corrupting people who lack faith, and drawing power from emotions rather than belief. insisting that the gods are not real would have just left mankind supremely vulnerable and unable to even knowledge the things eating them.
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Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
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Also we know that religion can create beneficial warp entities.
For fucks sakes there's a God of the Greater Good!
That's not even a religion, going by this the Imperial Truth really would have created a God of Aethism.
Emps could have engineered gods into existence in canon!
Also I sincerely doubt Emp's statements of uncontrolled human psykers will destroy the galaxy when he is also the same man who created The psi engine Psi-Engine - Warhammer 40k - Lexicanum a device which turns humans into incredibly powerful uncontrolled psykers and left it lying the fuck around.
Its not even on terra!
Since we know very well that Emps is willing to say and do whatever to make sure people do as he says IMO he's basically feeding Ra a story of psychic annihilation to ensure he's willing to sacrifice himself.
Hell we seem him ping pong between personas, With Land he's the rational scientist who sees the primarchs as tools and numbers, with primarchs he's the kind loving father figure and so on and so on.
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Honestly I always viewed the Emps as a tired old man who spent his life trying to get humanity a true golden age and succeeded in the Dark Age of Technology. Then he had it all ripped away from him and went "fuck it" and crushed anything in the way of getting another one back regardless of anything else.
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Also, the emperor technically breaks the no worshiping xenos rules. Golden boy is part ctan for, well, emperor's sake.
Are the triumvirate too different? Man, are we gonna have to use the eldar into intimidating the trust into accepting our heresy?
Are the triumvirate too different? Man, are we gonna have to use the eldar into intimidating the trust into accepting our heresy?
So he made the Golden Age too? If that were the case (which I personally do no belive) humanity in Warhammer is quite pathetic to have all its achievements go back to this one immortal psyker.
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
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Indeed.
I'd be fine if he weren't so erratic, but that can be explained by giving him to different authors with widely different interpretations as well.
Instead he comes out looking like a madman or several different characters which I think is the part I dislike the most.
The variance seems to come in how big of a pathological liar, sociopath and utilitarian he is.
1. Zahhak is weird, but has humans in em and I believe has a human base.
2. Rurick formed from a hodgepodge
3. Faust formed from xenos.
Who knows.
I prefer not to think about it, bu when I do I like to think he was on the edges prodding occassionally, but generally didn't need to do much.
Whether that is true or not it's not something anyone in the Trust can say without being burned for heresy.
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
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I know right
Actually it'd cause a panic if it were released, but eventually people would mental gymnastics their way past it in time.
I'm pretty sure the easiest way to resolve that cognitive dissonance would be 'he's lying, burn the heretic'. People follow the path of least resistance in cases like this.
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The Golden Age wouldn't have existed without shit like the Sleeping Void dragon boosting human tech development and that was only a thing cause the Emps. Like he didn't do everything but he ennabled shit and probably served as a behind the scenes force of sanity at times of near species suicidal stupidity. It's canon most religious prophets are him in a guise after all.
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This is actually kinda the case in cannon, every time humanity did anything but stubbornly hold on, it was with the aid of a transhuman demigod of some flavor. Humans kinda suck in warhammer, with the exception of the dark age of technology everything humanity achieved was on the back of one weird superhuman.