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Even then the Dark Age was arguably on the back of the Void dragon
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Wow... that actually makes the Unification of Tera and the suppression of all religion even curler in retrospect. That's impressive.
GhostKing 666
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The Laer were a race that was considered for protectorate status by Imperial Administration accompanying the III Legion(before Fulgrim overruled them). Another known species were the Adarnians(before they got harvesting into extinction after the Heresy). Horus and Sanguinius also originally planned on negotiating with the Nephilim before they learned how monstrous they were, and when negotiating with the Interex to make them part of the Imperium, Horus didn't actually have any issues with the Interex still keeping the Kinebrach as second class citizens.
Tell that to Master of Mankind and the current Psyker awakening series where just a single planet's population being turned into Psykers was enough to threaten an entire sector's worth of space.
Because this is what faith looks like to his eyes.
'Look at him, Ra. Truly look at him.'
Ra looked. The priest-king could hardly have appeared less like his treacherously magnificent depictions, with his red robes of office reduced to scorched rags hanging at the edges of his broken armour, and the cloak of cloned fur blackened from flamer burns. The great demagogue stared up at the Emperor with the unshattered half of his face dirtied by blood and matted hair.
'Sire, I don't…'
But he did. Talons rippled in the shadows cast by the man's cloak, glassy and obsidian, impossibly liquid in their caresses. Claws clicked and scratched against one another inside the wide pupil that looked like a hole drilled into the yellowing white of the priest-king's remaining eye.Bulges wormed their maggoty way through the man's veins, bubonically swollen.
The defeated warlord, this impoverished and humbled ruler, was riven from within.
'What am I looking at, sire? What is this?'
'Faith,' said the Emperor. 'You are seeing his faith, through my eyes. Maulland Sen's massacring priest-king is… what? Another of the Unification Wars' warlords? Terra had hundreds of them. He died beneath my executing blade, and history's pages will mark him as nothing more.
'And yet, his life is the path of faith in microcosm. Once a wandering preacher feeding the weak and the lost, ending as a blood-soaked monarch overseeing pogroms and genocides – his teeth stained by cannibal ritual, his skull a shell for the toying touch of warp-entities he does not realise he serves. Every act of violence or pain that he performs is a prayer to those entities, fuelling them, making them stronger behind the veil. What he believes no longer matters, when everything he does feeds their influence.
'This is why we strip the comfort of religion from humanity. These are the slivers of vulnerability that faith cracks open in the human heart. Even if a belief in a lie leads us to do good, eventually it leads to the truth – that we are a species alone in the dark, threatened by the laughing games of sentient malignancies that mortals would call gods.'
Ra looked. The priest-king could hardly have appeared less like his treacherously magnificent depictions, with his red robes of office reduced to scorched rags hanging at the edges of his broken armour, and the cloak of cloned fur blackened from flamer burns. The great demagogue stared up at the Emperor with the unshattered half of his face dirtied by blood and matted hair.
'Sire, I don't…'
But he did. Talons rippled in the shadows cast by the man's cloak, glassy and obsidian, impossibly liquid in their caresses. Claws clicked and scratched against one another inside the wide pupil that looked like a hole drilled into the yellowing white of the priest-king's remaining eye.Bulges wormed their maggoty way through the man's veins, bubonically swollen.
The defeated warlord, this impoverished and humbled ruler, was riven from within.
'What am I looking at, sire? What is this?'
'Faith,' said the Emperor. 'You are seeing his faith, through my eyes. Maulland Sen's massacring priest-king is… what? Another of the Unification Wars' warlords? Terra had hundreds of them. He died beneath my executing blade, and history's pages will mark him as nothing more.
'And yet, his life is the path of faith in microcosm. Once a wandering preacher feeding the weak and the lost, ending as a blood-soaked monarch overseeing pogroms and genocides – his teeth stained by cannibal ritual, his skull a shell for the toying touch of warp-entities he does not realise he serves. Every act of violence or pain that he performs is a prayer to those entities, fuelling them, making them stronger behind the veil. What he believes no longer matters, when everything he does feeds their influence.
'This is why we strip the comfort of religion from humanity. These are the slivers of vulnerability that faith cracks open in the human heart. Even if a belief in a lie leads us to do good, eventually it leads to the truth – that we are a species alone in the dark, threatened by the laughing games of sentient malignancies that mortals would call gods.'
If you can see the effects of faith like the Emperor does, why the hell wouldn't you try and stamp it out?
Tell that to Bile.
'They hate you, Fabius,' Palos observed. 'The daemons – I've never heard them make that sort of noise. Usually it's all laughter and whispers.'
'Why should they be any different to the rest of us?' Savona said.
'The Neverborn are stories made flesh,' Saqqara said, holding up the flask. The formless thing within slammed minuscule fists against the walls of its prison. 'Stories of murder and fear, despair and hope. Of excess and cruelty. They are warnings and retributions, hammered into shape by our belief. They are what we make of them.' He looked at Fabius. 'And he makes of them… nothing. He denies them, denies the story of them. It infuriates them, down to the very root of their conception.'
Fabius smiled. 'As I will always deny them. I will not play the willing meat for such lazy parasites. If they want my belief, they must show me something more than they have already.' The thing in the flask grew agitated, causing it to shudder in Saqqara's grip. Fabius leaned close, smile widening. 'But that would require some degree of true sentience, I fear. Something these thought-forms are singularly incapable of. They are nothing but cunning mirrors – hollow and empty. But they do make wonderful scouts.'
'Why should they be any different to the rest of us?' Savona said.
'The Neverborn are stories made flesh,' Saqqara said, holding up the flask. The formless thing within slammed minuscule fists against the walls of its prison. 'Stories of murder and fear, despair and hope. Of excess and cruelty. They are warnings and retributions, hammered into shape by our belief. They are what we make of them.' He looked at Fabius. 'And he makes of them… nothing. He denies them, denies the story of them. It infuriates them, down to the very root of their conception.'
Fabius smiled. 'As I will always deny them. I will not play the willing meat for such lazy parasites. If they want my belief, they must show me something more than they have already.' The thing in the flask grew agitated, causing it to shudder in Saqqara's grip. Fabius leaned close, smile widening. 'But that would require some degree of true sentience, I fear. Something these thought-forms are singularly incapable of. They are nothing but cunning mirrors – hollow and empty. But they do make wonderful scouts.'
Yes the Imperial Creed refocuses humanity's religious belief into feeding the Emperor rather then going directly to Chaos, yes it can offer protection from daemons or even the ability to deliver True Death by focusing on the Emperor's opposition to Chaos, but it doesn't matter. Because it offers Chaos a narrative that they can slot themselves into, that of the opposition, that of the devils to the Emperor's god.
The Imperial Truth was a threat to Chaos because it threatened to erase the beliefs and stories all the Neverborn, from the lowliest daemon to the Chaos Gods themselves, all need to shape themselves and had the Emperor's plan been successful, the Imperial Truth would have straight up cripple Chaos in a way that the Imperial Creed can never achieve.
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I think it's hard to understand how much the age of strife broke the Emperor.
Still does not justify bringing Custodes to an empty church to gloat and argue with an already powerless man. Surely if he really felt the need to tear down that one last church for the principle of it out of some deranged 'kindness' he could have had some low level police do it after gently leading the man away. The emperor did not and instead burned the temple of the Lighting Stone before the priest's eyes because he wanted to break him to his own image.
That is tyranny because even if the Emperor is right in every regard (which I think his many and manifold fuck ups prove is not the case) freedom is also the freedom to be wrong.
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I think it's just hard to understand what goes through the mind of a person like Emps. We have the advantage of looking at his story through the lenses of people looking into a fictional setting. Meanwhile, in-universe, the man exists in a nightmare of a setting and is expected to try and do something about it.
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the arguement "yeah they thought they were helping" could be applied to basically EVERY person/group who has ever tried to improve the situation for others.
the fact that ONE story about what happened in the past (and again, part of the whole thing with the rebirth is the hope that emps is reborn with a better personality) had him be a jerk about it doesn't say a whole lot (espeally since we don't actually know what characterization/what set of releases durin is going to have emps follow)
.....keep in mind that large chunks of wh40k "canon" is about as canon to wh40k as fricking my little pony.
the only fact we actually know....is that we don't know what emps actually did or believed and we don't know what he WILL do or believed.....we DO know however, that we will likely need his help to stop the Final Collapse of the galaxy into the warp. humanity just doesn't work well without a good leader and like or not emps almost HAS to be that leader atm like it or not.
so maybe you are going to vote towards burying emps into the past but I'm probably going to vote against you.
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That was the Emps idea in theory. Issue is that while it works to some degree Chaos can still act against you even if your are denying it like the Emps wanted. That along with the fact Chaos is strong enough to be self sustaining to a large degree meant it was never going to be a perfect defense. Like the WEIGHT of Chaos is not something humanity as a whole could counter even if they were all Bile tier "your not really sentient" people.
All that is bare the issue with how people rationalize shit to higher powers so easily and how the warp actively makes that easy and effective.
Like the Imperial Truth was honestly, the TRUTH from a mostly objective standpoint cause even the settings Gods can be explained scientifically it's just that the warps makes lies real.
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Seriously people, suggesting worship of non-wholly-human deities is like suggesting the manufacture of AIs. Imperial Trust humans are not f*cking ready to hear that kind of suggestion without their "burn the heretic!" reflex getting triggered like whoa. We might never be ready.
Saint Lin is probably the only person who could have even hinted at "some warp beings other than the Emperor might be okay to worship" without getting killed, and I'd only bet on that if he survived long enough to see AIs proven safe and acceptable first (which is itself not a certainty) as practice for loosening the holiest restrictions of Imperial culture, followed by hearing Ridcully's discovery of the Emperor's origin.
The best we can probably hope for is "some warp entities are not out to get us and don't need to be true killed on principal." Worship will likely be right out forever.
Saint Lin is probably the only person who could have even hinted at "some warp beings other than the Emperor might be okay to worship" without getting killed, and I'd only bet on that if he survived long enough to see AIs proven safe and acceptable first (which is itself not a certainty) as practice for loosening the holiest restrictions of Imperial culture, followed by hearing Ridcully's discovery of the Emperor's origin.
The best we can probably hope for is "some warp entities are not out to get us and don't need to be true killed on principal." Worship will likely be right out forever.
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Yup, something amazing for the galaxy happened and we can't really ever exploit it cause of our culture. On the plus side some Quartek probably can worship them easily enough.
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You'd think with all the people complaining about Emps forcing his views on people would have more people against this idea.
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OK. Bile is wrong here, or maybe being more evocative rather than accurate. the chaos gods while affected by stories, do not need your belief to feed on your emotions. Sure belief is extra to them, but they can survive just fine on the emotions and concepts they embody. Futher even if the emperor was right, he'd need to exterminate every other species. The idea of using atheism to kill the chaos gods has never really been presented as something that would have worked in lore to my knowledge. The chaos gods have always been able to feed of the emotions of those who do not worship them.
I haven't seen anyone speak in support of the idea of Eldar compelling people into worship, so I think we can assume low key disapproval, but let's make it explicit on my part. No citizen the the Trust should be forced to worship an alien god, the Trust should also not kill those who wish to worship said gods, but that ain't happening.
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And yet earlier Fulgrim's arse didn't even consider offering it to the much nicer Diasporex far earlier in the crusade mmm.
Nor were any ever offered. Man its almost like the philosophy their spreading actively encourages them to kill them.
Me thinks there's something of an inconsistency here, especially when the Imperial truth is calling for them all to be killed, so I'm quite comfortable saying that at best protectorates were a PR ploy.
Yes I do tell it to the worst book in the HH series, I also say that billions of people spontaneously becoming psykers is very different from what is small numbers of them being born every generation which is the standard for 40K and 30K, especially when the only way that would even be fucking possible 10,000 years ago is with Emp's own damn psi engine.
If 10,000 years was what it took to get to that level of danger, with the speed exacerbated by the great rift then Emps could have spent the entire time doing nothing for centuries, the threat simply isn't there!
1. Because I don't fucking trust him. Emp's lies, he lies like a motha fucker and he's got the power to make people see anything he wants, especially someone whose basically being prepared as a sacrifice. So this as far as I can tell is another lie fed to Ra to ensure that when the time comes he's 100% certain and can run off into the webway. Emps does this to everyone he meets.
2. I also don't believe faith is like that, the example of a deranged fanatic is an extreme not a microcosm. You don't need to look far to see that belief can be just as beneficial as it can be harmful and that's belief in anything fantacism is always bad no matter what its for, but in moderation it can be good. Lin's truth is as good a balancing act you're likely to get in 40K.
3. Because why the hell would you stamp out what you can use. You can make gods in 40K canon, use that capacity! Harness it!
I do because I do not trust the word of a chaos pawn who has deluded himself into thinking he isn't instead I choose to trust in the vast body of work that states that chaos predates our stories and is instead fed by our emotions and takes form from our thoughts belief not required.
Besides this idea of Bile has a key flaw that if chaos is based entirely on narrative then there would be no chaos there would be no consistent narrative for them to exist as the conceptions of them would be spread out across an entire galaxy.
Instead, Khorne, Nurlge and Tzeench have existed for millions of years as Be'lakor can attest, and we know for damn sure that the gods are not consistent in their image the ideas behind them or anything really across the cosmos.
These are mutual exclusives either chaos is completely shaped by the narratives of others and doesn't exist without it and thus cannot exist or chaos exists through the emotions of living beings and thus needs no narratives.
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Ya we haven't had to deal with it much but the Trust is Zealot in a way hard for us to understand in terms of Big E faith, humans not following Big E are the ENEMY.
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I think this sum's up this argument pretty hard.
you can't MAKE people choose freedom.
you can't FORCE people to choose good.
The best you can do is point at the insanity of chaos and say "see how horrible and abominable that is"? and then hope they are still reasonable and sane enough to agree with you and THEN, stand with them against that insanity.
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PFFT.
Also I'll just point out one of the gods is the goddess of free will...
Yes worship the goddess of free will at gun point
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LOL, pretty sure that goddess will just be angry at you if you did that.PFFT.
Also I'll just point out one of the gods is the goddess of free will...
Yes worship the goddess of free will at gun point
that is probably the sort of anti-worship that god's have to be worried about and stop before The Sea uses it to forcibly twist them into a new chaos god.
You know I think I'll write an omake next thread about a Trust citizen worshiping the triumvirate and being burned at the stake for it, to make the point of how evil the New Imperial Truth can still be.
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that require them to know they exist
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go ahead! we need more omake
I'm told that if they push themselves too far the omakes start overwhelming them and,....well, its not pretty.
do keep in mind that you can't place it on Avernus as we don't burn our traitors...we sell them to the Sirens to be eaten to get more access to their runes/knowledge.
theres other planets too that it also woulden't work for various reasons...but imma just say that you should do your research on which planet is actually liable to do a actual stake-burning thing.
edit: oooh, this is a good point. people are not going to be able to worship the triumvirate without knowing who/what they are....and I'm not sure we'd be publishing the facts to our public(s).
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Depending on how scrawling the coalition's final stand into the veil went I'm curious as to whether the info will get out.
That being said I would remind/tell you Dragon that the Triumvirate is gonna be jitter about having gods around here. Avernus can't make gods, but it can recombine existing ones to create what it needs. It's gotten a bit of a reputation although it can also be given rent if they're making use of it as a neutral ground.
Cry snores.
Lets See How Far We've Come
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Lets See How Far We've Come
Finding a chance to escape from the celebrations of the Eldar was much, much easier said than done, especially when you were one of the cores of said celebration. He wasn't sure whether to be honoured or concerned that him simply waving to a crowd had prompted a large enough roar that his eardrums had started to bleed, as billions of Yinnari cut loose for the first time in...well possibly their entire lives.
No longer just moving from one victory reminding them of inevitable defeat, but genuinely celebrating their possible resurgence alongside their Gods.
Not the Phoenix's they'd escaped back into the webway, but Ceogorath, Ynnead and most importantly Isha herself walked amongst them alongside the souls of the Yinnari dead, their prime goddess deciding that on this day of celebration they must all share in the festivities no matter their respective possession of a pulse, while the Laughing God personally unleashed all of his masterful talents upon the stage.
His sight now being what it was he saw the secret that Ceogorath had not had the opportunity to perform for the Aeldari for millions of years. The emotion he'd felt from the God...he couldn't express them in mortal terms really. It was as if an infinite black abyss had suddenly been lit again, as his favoured purpose was once again fulfilled.
Not that there wasn't sorrow.
A whole tenth of the Yinnari were dead, slain over the course of a mere two months. Even if the Exodites were included that was 10% of an entire species already on the brink of extinction by galactic standards dead, sacrificed as a distraction just to make this...thing possible. The nature and nearby presence of Ynnead had meant that many of those dead had merely become additional spirits, but against the soul-killing afflictions of Nurgle, this was far from foolproof.
Even so, he'd eventually found an opportunity and snuck away, intent on taking some moments for himself. Literally in many ways, for even as he'd watched the ritual he'd felt the hold of the path start to fade from him, as he started to define it not it he.
And so he sat in a quiet room, where the noise of the joyous festivities was merely a loud roar, rather than deafening and thought...and then wondered.
How by the Emperor had ended up here? By Terras mighty mountains he was just some...random psyker from Lancre.
He'd been a boy who'd fallen in love with a girl, a soldier on the battlefields, adviser at war councils, a teacher and a headmaster. A human, albeit a psyker, who had loved and lost. Who'd failed and succeeded. Who believed, and who was shown the root of his belief to be far more complex than he could have possibly imagined. In short a simple, mortal man of some skill, but otherwise merely normal in this dark era.
But he was also the seer of Gods. Who had watched the Birth and first triumph of Ynnead, who'd survived the awakening of Gork and Mork, who had seen into the mind of Tzeench himself and divined his purpose, who'd made allies of the Eldar, snuck into the palace of a Chaos God, spied on and through his actions had caused the creation of the Phoenix Avatars and killed one of them later on, discovered the truth of what made his own divine the Anathema and...and he had guided a group of the most powerful, dedicated and brave individuals he could possibly imagine to rescue a Goddess from the heart of a God's dominion.
Oh and along the way, he'd turned into a nascent divine.
And there he sat, his head in his hands, wondering how his life had become this.
"You'll never figure it out."
He'd not sensed his arrival, but if anyone could mask their presence in the warp better than even he, it was Eldrad Ulthran. The greatest of the Wraithseers.
WIthout bothering to go through the conversation they both saw, Eldrad settled himself at the table, looking towards Ridcully with a small smile etched into his crystalline visage.
"I certainly never did. It is hard to equate who you were before and...who you ended up becoming."
He looked up and spoke, his voice feeling husky and raw from emotion. "Who were you then. Before you became the Seer? Who was Eldrad Ulthran those thousands of years ago."
"A young trader on Craftworld Ulthwe. Barely an adult, I had no idea what I was doing. But on a dare I cast myself into the warp and there I met him." His voice trailed off lost in the memory of wonder.
"Asuryan. He told me that he'd chosen me. That I was to be his eyes, to guide his people. To keep the fire alive and...well that was it. I woke. I felt the fire in me and well a few decades later, the fall came."
He sighed, audible even above the murmur of the celebrations, as he stared straight towards Ridcully seeing past and through him, just as he was doing the same.
"Thousands of years later I still have trouble rationalising it. Of matching the Aeldari I was, with the ah" he gestured to himself, his crystal body shining with prismatic radiance in the incandescent lights of Commoragh "being I have become. In an afternoon I went from a small-time trader of textiles to trying figure out the system of paths for Farseers, integrating myself to others...adapting."
"You've come far at least. You seem completely comfortable in your own skin. I don't." His blind eye's searched Eldrad's face for something, as the Eldar nodded back at him reaching outwards to clasp his shoulder supportively.
"And unlike me well you'll have support. Me I hope, Areatha, your friends and colleagues back on the Foundry. It'll be hard, but I think we can both look back with pride on how far we've come from our roots."
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@Durin
Finding a chance to escape from the celebrations of the Eldar was much, much easier said than done, especially when you were one of the cores of said celebration. He wasn't sure whether to be honoured or concerned that him simply waving to a crowd had prompted a large enough roar that his eardrums had started to bleed, as billions of Yinnari cut loose for the first time in...well possibly their entire lives.
No longer just moving from one victory reminding them of inevitable defeat, but genuinely celebrating their possible resurgence alongside their Gods.
Not the Phoenix's they'd escaped back into the webway, but Ceogorath, Ynnead and most importantly Isha herself walked amongst them alongside the souls of the Yinnari dead, their prime goddess deciding that on this day of celebration they must all share in the festivities no matter their respective possession of a pulse, while the Laughing God personally unleashed all of his masterful talents upon the stage.
His sight now being what it was he saw the secret that Ceogorath had not had the opportunity to perform for the Aeldari for millions of years. The emotion he'd felt from the God...he couldn't express them in mortal terms really. It was as if an infinite black abyss had suddenly been lit again, as his favoured purpose was once again fulfilled.
Not that there wasn't sorrow.
A whole tenth of the Yinnari were dead, slain over the course of a mere two months. Even if the Exodites were included that was 10% of an entire species already on the brink of extinction by galactic standards dead, sacrificed as a distraction just to make this...thing possible. The nature and nearby presence of Ynnead had meant that many of those dead had merely become additional spirits, but against the soul-killing afflictions of Nurgle, this was far from foolproof.
Even so, he'd eventually found an opportunity and snuck away, intent on taking some moments for himself. Literally in many ways, for even as he'd watched the ritual he'd felt the hold of the path start to fade from him, as he started to define it not it he.
And so he sat in a quiet room, where the noise of the joyous festivities was merely a loud roar, rather than deafening and thought...and then wondered.
How by the Emperor had ended up here? By Terras mighty mountains he was just some...random psyker from Lancre.
He'd been a boy who'd fallen in love with a girl, a soldier on the battlefields, adviser at war councils, a teacher and a headmaster. A human, albeit a psyker, who had loved and lost. Who'd failed and succeeded. Who believed, and who was shown the root of his belief to be far more complex than he could have possibly imagined. In short a simple, mortal man of some skill, but otherwise merely normal in this dark era.
But he was also the seer of Gods. Who had watched the Birth and first triumph of Ynnead, who'd survived the awakening of Gork and Mork, who had seen into the mind of Tzeench himself and divined his purpose, who'd made allies of the Eldar, snuck into the palace of a Chaos God, spied on and through his actions had caused the creation of the Phoenix Avatars and killed one of them later on, discovered the truth of what made his own divine the Anathema and...and he had guided a group of the most powerful, dedicated and brave individuals he could possibly imagine to rescue a Goddess from the heart of a God's dominion.
Oh and along the way, he'd turned into a nascent divine.
And there he sat, his head in his hands, wondering how his life had become this.
"You'll never figure it out."
He'd not sensed his arrival, but if anyone could mask their presence in the warp better than even he, it was Eldrad Ulthran. The greatest of the Wraithseers.
WIthout bothering to go through the conversation they both saw, Eldrad settled himself at the table, looking towards Ridcully with a small smile etched into his crystalline visage.
"I certainly never did. It is hard to equate who you were before and...who you ended up becoming."
He looked up and spoke, his voice feeling husky and raw from emotion. "Who were you then. Before you became the Seer? Who was Eldrad Ulthran those thousands of years ago."
"A young trader on Craftworld Ulthwe. Barely an adult, I had no idea what I was doing. But on a dare I cast myself into the warp and there I met him." His voice trailed off lost in the memory of wonder.
"Asuryan. He told me that he'd chosen me. That I was to be his eyes, to guide his people. To keep the fire alive and...well that was it. I woke. I felt the fire in me and well a few decades later, the fall came."
He sighed, audible even above the murmur of the celebrations, as he stared straight towards Ridcully seeing past and through him, just as he was doing the same.
"Thousands of years later I still have trouble rationalising it. Of matching the Aeldari I was, with the ah" he gestured to himself, his crystal body shining with prismatic radiance in the incandescent lights of Commoragh "being I have become. In an afternoon I went from a small-time trader of textiles to trying figure out the system of paths for Farseers, integrating myself to others...adapting."
"You've come far at least. You seem completely comfortable in your own skin. I don't." His blind eye's searched Eldrad's face for something, as the Eldar nodded back at him reaching outwards to clasp his shoulder supportively.
"And unlike me well you'll have support. Me I hope, Areatha, your friends and colleagues back on the Foundry. It'll be hard, but I think we can both look back with pride on how far we've come from our roots."
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doomed wombat is a weird paradox where-by, every piece of evidence says that he should have long-since died for countless reasons that only BEGIN with exhaustion, sleep-deprevation and related....
and yet still "lives"....I assume hes a example of a undead omake hunter or something, cursed to for-ever haunt this thread.
come to think of it, we might not see wombat at the new thread...sad to lose the free source of omakes when we transition to the new thread and leave him behind.
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CASE IN POINT......
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GhostKing 666
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Because every Primarch is different. The logistics and CnC issues the Imperium had during the Great Crusade meant that Imperial Commanders like the Primarchs had huge amounts of leeway with how they did stuff. That's why Lorgar was able to get away with pulling his shit for over a century till enough word and evidence of what he was doing finally reached the Emperor.
You had Primarchs that ranged from "kill them all" to Horus who had a more categorical approach(if they were a threat to humanity, kill them all. Were they living someplace the Imperium wanted, kill them all. Were they living out of the way and possibly powerful enough that it wouldn't be worth it to take them out for land you don't want, diplomance them so that it's very clear that human space is off limits and then leave them be).
You'll note that Horus was the only Primarch that could be said to have been raised by the Emperor, and that Horus's approach to xenos is pretty much the same approach we know DAoT humanity had.
Nobodies saying humanity weren't assholes, outside the occasional minor group humanity has always been assholes in Warhammer. But then so are most xeno races as well. I blame the Old Ones for not giving their more horrific and conflict oriented soldier races(like the Orks) an off button. They made it so that being an asshole was a survivalist trait.
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