Warhammer 30K roleplay IC

Leon12431 · Nov 27, 2023

800 M30

Lion

Into the forests the comet fell, a pod of machinery lost among the forests of madness, plagued with beasts that would slay a normal man with ease. Yet, a Primarch is no easy prey even for one fresh from the pod of their birth. A mind unburdened by mortality's grasp, one elevated above mortal man, the primarch stands clear of their pod even in their body as an infant, they posses might enough to ensure survival in these madness corrupted wilds.
hunt the monsters of the stars, feel in your heart their might
The young primarch kneeled to the ground and felt through the world with an instinct new and yet always there. Across the starlit sky they felt the tingle of prey, coming for them, a horde that would slay entire cities. With a sigh the young battle lord stood their yet still human height and readied themselves against the horde that would soon come for them, with only enough time to fashion but a crude weapon before it would all come to pass. Stone, Bone, Metal lay before them, their pod offering its own metal perhaps, but other lesser metals remain in the ground that could be used.
let us succor your fear and worry, give it to the void above and fight without worry
With a sigh the worry that had formed faded away as he looked to the stars above and a faint smile formed on his face as he prepared to make his choice.

Second

Upon the fallen Knight world of So'cania a comet of fire fell upon the capital, the princely nobility of the city watched in awe as the pillar of fire burned down into the court of the palace as the festival of the knight roared on, a celebration of glory that was no more. The prince of the city, the son of the king walked regally down the cobbled stone path towards the now revealed grand machine before it opened before him revealing an infant of impossible perfection. Eyes burning with light eternal, the darkness of the night was banished in a single moment as the light of the sun burned away the darkness. The child raised a pudgy arm and from a table a broken clock repaired before the eyes of the awed nobility of the world, the clockwork machinery broken ages ago ticked once more as the young child fell into slumber. The prince raised him above his head and declared that he had found his heir, and that his son; Kaiben would lead their world back to glory. Unity would at last once more be, the nobles raised their glasses with wine as they stared at the child that now carried their hopes and dreams.
feel us in your heart and mind, weave us into existence, bring the glory of the stars to all
The child grew quickly, surpassing their adaptive father in stature in but a mere few years, their mind expanded with the day, never did they fail to master that which was placed before them. After a decade of growth and experience, they followed their father into the caves below the palace, through doors of ancient metal that would stand resolute against even the obliteration of the world, into a vault where a grand machine taller than even them waited. "Our lost glory, my son, the last Knight of this world that according to rumors was forged with the secrets lost eons ago. I beg of you to restore it, we cannot, we have tried for ages and nothing has worked.
let go of your fears, let the void take that which holds you back and forge a Wonder worthy of the stars
Kaiben now grown nodded slightly as he stared up at the great machine, his eyes of burning light revealing all that needed to be done and long dormant instincts rose to the fore as he knew he would need something unique for this project.

Fulgrim

The world decaying around them, the savior found in a comet of fire and metal. Saved only by their glorious form too perfect to be at risk of being slain by even starving humans. Their hair of burning silver, gleaming skin and eyes of liquid silver proving their worth as all that saw the radiant form of the man that had arisen from Fulgrim, his coming that had brought water and star touched metal to the dying world. Yet even so the world slowly died under the loss of technology and machinery, Fulgrim came to rule the city of his finding and looked out over the world and knew that he had to act to see his people.
the stars await, glorious one, follow the starlight to that which will save your people
One night as he was watching the sky above, a tendril of light clear to his eyes came down from the heavens above, a question arose to mind to follow or ignore.

Perturabo

The city was primitive to his eyes, flaws in its walls, barely passable, he could do better. This he knew, there was no one that could match his mastery of the understanding here, designs flowed in his mind revealing corrections for the false walls of this city. Lochos, it was considered one of the greatest cities of the world, it was nothing more than a collection of fragile stones that could be knocked over with but the right force to obliterate. It would take him all of a year to undermine the walls and break them, no that was too high of an estimation. Stone density against flesh density, was in his favor, he had proven in the past to be able to throw and move metal with bare hands, these walls would not be able to halt him. The weapons of those around him were nothing to be notable, mere steel and boiled leather armor, barely passable.
come to us great one, let us show you the wonders of the past
The tyrant of the city that had come to find him spoke of him as a hero of the people, he could not remember this truth, he could not remember much of what had happened prior to finding himself upon the cliff but knew that this was not where he had been created. Flesh and body was too different, he was too great to have come from this rustic world, he did not know how he knew those terms but he did just as he did know the secrets of machinery and science. Concepts flowed to his mind as if they were something he knew, his eyes drifted to the heavens above as they always had, the wound in the night sky visible to his eyes as always. The stars within reflected in the stars above, a hand twitched wishing to touch the stars above, but he held himself fast for that would be a weakness that would risk too much at this point, hair flaring bright red as his heart beat stronger than he had desired the others around awing at the flickering of his hair.
See in us the past, our light in your flesh
In the end, he would work with the people of this city for he needed support, but the matter of how remained to be answered.

Khan

For a change there were no pressing matters for a primarch to suffer for, a peaceful decade to undertake their own desires as they saw fit. He would be the Khan smiled as he felt the touch of the world below and around him, letting his mind drift free and wild to engage in his own pursuits with no external forces pushing upon him. The empire that fought his people peaceful for now and the endless war as it should be.

Leman

Leman strode the hallways of his new home on Fenris processing how much had changed with that raid on the village. A wolf brother fallen as had his adoptive mother even if she had been a wolf, but now he was among men and his two wolf brothers remained at his side. Only this past year had he become worthy of a name, but he still remained in tune with the world, but he could see the events that would soon come and that he was not natural to this world. Something was coming and Fenris would have to be ready.

Dorn

The ice hives of Inwit were safe and stable, the clan of Dorn growing slowly over time, but there was yet strife among the clans and to bring the world to space it would need to be pacified but in general it was a time where he could do as he wished.

Konrad

The darkness of the world could not cloud his sight, but all he saw was horror. It would break a lesser man almost without effort, that he could tell. Visions plagued his mind, visions of darkness the galaxy enslaved to an immortal undead tyrant upon a throne of gold. Bloody tyrants lording over the people letting crimes without end pass under their notice, in the end it was a nightmare that he could never free himself from, but he would simply endure or break. As he wandered the city, after climbing free of the core of the world burned by the lava and found himself displeased by the world around him. The spires that breached the clouds wealthy beyond his limited understanding, while those on the ground had eyes of darkness that could barely support their families without turning to crime. Something within drove him to change this status quo but he did not know how to go about doing so.

Ferrus

The cave he had found himself in was no natural construction, materials that he knew inherently called to him, he knew that these walls were forged by something beyond even his understanding, but what it was he did not know. Pondering as he did, he noticed glyphs upon the wall and reached out towards them and touched upon them. Instantly the caverns shattered as something imprisoned for aeons escaped, a flensing claw was all he saw before it had drawn blood and fled from the cave leaving a path for him to follow.
a creation of machine and flesh, seek it
The man left the cavern emerging into light and in the distance he saw men, but the trail of destruction lead on and so a choice lay before him, to hunt the creature or join the men before him.

11th

Fear, the comforting gold of the past is no more, only horror remains. Something kept trying to consume him, he could not understand why, it was something deep within a hole that connected to something else. A cold darkness all that stood in the path of something beyond him, it was terrifying in a way that he had never before suffered, landing in the wastelands outside of the grand cities on the horizon. The young child could only cower in fear for now as he stared out over a world terrifying, the darkness within trying to fed upon him. He couldn't understand what to do and so remained paralyzed.
the void a bottomless abyss accepts all
The coldness that seemed to protect him grew colder as his fear dwindled and with a shaky course he began to move towards the nearest of the great spires. It would take several years to reach the base, but the young child could feel that he would be safe within, the stars above gleamed ever so nicely driving back the touch of the thing within as his eyes of pure darkness looked above.

Angron

Pain was the first thing, blood pouring from a wound upon the head, he did not know what he was nor where he was but something told him that danger was near. Moving with all his speed he barely dodged a strike from another being, he saw something that seemed almost familiar but not, with a sword in hand it danced away. Speaking in a tongue that he could not understand, but others gathered as they raised weapons beams of light speared towards him, pushing off the ground, he left the limitations of the plane behind as weight left him. Striking forward, grabbing one of them in his hands he tore their head apart, the blood spilling across the land, but the others continued to attack. He was weakening, blood pouring from his flesh weakening his muscles and powers.
child of honor, the fire within burns without
Something sparked within his flesh, a pool of fire, warm and confronting yet scorching indeed. With a thought spirals of flame raced forth forming weapons and armor that were fragile compared to the weapons arrayed against him, but the distance now closed the fight could truly begin.

Roboute

Konor strode through the halls and Roboute walked at his side, his father leading him to a meeting room. "My son, it is time to deal with the Illyrium people once and for all. I have arranged for you to lead a legion to them and to pacify the region. I trust in your abilities to achieve this." Roboute bowed to the man he considered father and smiled, "I will do my best and ensure that they will trouble us no more." Konor smiled faintly, "I know you will." Before sobering and becoming grimmer, "You will have a free hand in this mission, do whatever it takes to cement your skills and bring victory to us." Roboute frowned slightly for he knew that Tarasha wouldn't approve of certain methods to conduct this campaign but if needs must he would do as needed.
our void emperor, return to our side
Yet, he knew in his heart that this had to be done and quickly to enable the restoration of the empire that Macragge once ruled. Moving quickly towards the region he took command of the offered legion and began preparing for the campaign it was a simple matter to understand the culture of the people he was going to be fighting. There was a chance for a peaceful outcome to be gained via invading their sacred sites and holding firm in a defensive position against their chief.

Mortarion

It was a harsh life, burning mists that even he could barely breathe the being that raised him teaching him foul arts that he had found himself to despise. Yet, he could do nothing, he was too weak to fight back, his flesh too fragile, even he couldn't breach the great wall that lay before his father's mansion. He commanded in Necare's name against undead being similar to himself, other warlords and even daemons that had been summoned by the others. It was a nightmare, but a burning question had grabbed his heart to wonder what was below the mists, of this place. What was below there and what would he do down there?

Could he risk leaving and having Necare come after him with all his might? Could he not make the risk?

Magnus

He knew what he was and he had met his father in dreams already, but now for the first time he was truly aware of the link between them and reached for it of his own accord. His father he could feel turned away from what he was doing to let him in, "MAGNUS, I WILL BE BUSY SHORTLY." His booming voice echoing across the great ocean, but it was clear that he had time for a single question before he would have to leave, but what to ask.
curious you are, succored in void by you
However, beyond this life on Prospero was quiet and peaceful even with the swarming wasps born of the great ocean that would need to be purged.

Horus

Across the galaxy, torn by war and strife, heralding the end of an age of night, with the coming dawn of a new age twenty and one pillars of fire strike down across the worlds held by humanity torn asunder and fallen far. One fell close to the burning heart of humanity, the cradle upon which all of life had once been born, He who claimed the cradle as his own saw the burning pillar and with might unmatched by this fallen age rent asunder the paths to retrieve that which had been stolen from him. Thus did Horus the first found of the twenty primarchs, grow to maturity at the side of his Father the Emperor. For a decade he studied at the feet of his father and at the side of Malcador, learning all that would be needed to take his place as the right hand of his Father in time. For once the solar system is their's it would fall to him to lead the crusade forth to find his missing brothers and to bring the Crusade to a conclusion in due course.

As he took command, The Emperor presented him with his chosen relic, forged in a long since fallen age, a time of hope and nobility of humanity when there yet was hope in his heart for a true galactic federation. Yet, now the weapon would serve his son well in times to come, a weapon to peel back the layers of illusion and darkness, to give insight and truth to the one whom stood bare against the hidden forces beyond. The Torch of Prometheus, forged with his blood and own hands a relic of ancient history and one that had languished for ages in his own vaults. It would serve his son well, but even so The Emperor worried for his safety for the powers of the Primarchs had been denied to them lest the forces of Chaos slip into their hearts and minds, but Horus had awakened his in the scattering and had necessitated a change in the grand plan.

"MY SON, FIRST OF YOUR BROTHERS TO BE FOUND, TODAY IS YOUR LAST TEST AND THE DAY OF OUR VICTORY ETERNAL." The Emperor spoke as Horus stepped forward into the room as he stared at his father and turned towards the great holographic display in the command room of the Bucephelus. "SEDNA, A FALSE WORLD OF XENOS PREDATORS AND HOSTILE INTENT. IT IS THE LAST BARRIER BETWEEN US AND DOMINION OF THE INNER SPHERE. WITH ITS REMOVAL MARS WILL BECOME MORE AMENABLE TO MY PURPOSE AND POWER." The Emperor stared coldly at Horus, his golden eyes peering through the darkness with inner luminescence. Horus bowed under the gaze of his father, aware that behind the appearance of uncaring command his Father did truly desire his victory here.

"IT IS TO YOUR COMMAND THAT THE BATTLE OF THE WORLD SHALL FALL. I WILL HANDLE THE WETCHES THAT CLAIM DOMINION, FEAR NOT THEIR POWER MY SON IN THIS COMING FIGHT FOR I SHALL BE YOUR AEGIS. CHOOSE NOW WHICH OF THE 20 LEGIONS WILL JOIN YOURS IN GLORY, UP TO 10 ARE YOU GIVEN INCLUDING YOUR OWN." The Emperor smiled as Horus stared up at the hologram noting the thousands of hive clusters with shields and protected roadnets that dipped into other realities, a world barely intact within reality. And it fell to him to annihilate it once and for all.

"AS YOU KNOW NOT ALL LEGIONS ARE SUITED FOR THIS FIGHT TO COME. THOSE THAT I WOULD CONSIDER STRONG CONTENDERS WOULD BE OF THE 4TH, 14TH, 9TH, 1ST, 15TH. OF COURSE, ALL THE LEGIONS AS WITH ANYONE FORGED BY MY HANDS WOULD HAVE THEIR PLACE TO SHINE." The Emperor sighed slightly as he gestured shifting the display from the world to a marine of each legion, several with notations of mutations and anomalous aspects. "I WOULD ADVISE AGAINST THE SECOND AND THE ELEVENTH, THE FORMER DUE TO INHERENT RISK OF THEIR NATURE WITH REGARDS TO THE FALSE NATURE OF THE WORLD AND THE LATTER BECAUSE THEIR FURY EVEN COLD AS IT IS MAKES FOR A POOR ARMY WHEN REQUIRED TO WORK WITH OTHERS. HOWEVER, THE CHOICE IS YOURS IN THE END MY SON."

Horus nodded as he noted the listing of threats upon the false nemesis world, titan and knight legion analogs, comparable slave forces to those of the Astartes and perhaps worse of all were the rumors of elites equal to even the grand Custodian legion of his creator. The Torch at his side burning with its ever present light, giving a level of surety to his purpose as he stared at the grand design with clear eyes. Before making his choice of Legions to call upon.

Lorgar

A man had come to the tribe, calling himself Kor Phaeron, he preached of the Powers and their prophets Khaane, Tezen, Slanat and Narag. He had given his name of Lorgar as expected in the tribe, the man spoke of his great potential, but something drew him away from the preacher of the Powers. The sky above gleamed with glories undreamt, the constellations of the world gave secrets to him. In their gleaming light he read of the stories, the legends that gave rise to them and in the dead of night drew upon those legends. The preacher gave names to the constellations, but not all, there were constellations of defiance, of rejection of that which he claimed to be self evident.

in the constellations given names see our grace, our fire and know yourself

He knew that the man was of gods, he could see the touch of the divine upon his flesh. The four that he spoke of existed upon him indeed, but there was something out there beyond his vision that he could almost see. A golden light behind the darkness of night, but a question yet to be asked. Two constellations above called to his young mind, The Defiant and The Binder the two Constellations that called the most to him at the moment.
choice shall be made, either we accept
Two paths branched forth shown in the constellations above, and he wondered which one to follow. The preacher Kor Phaeron spoke of that which he knew to be true, crowned in the blessing of divinity and speaking with their voice, or to defy that which is divine and follow the path of the one Defiant. A choice perhaps or perhaps not.

Vulkan

Three years of peace were broken by the raiding party of Dusk Wraiths their awful forms dancing in to harvest the people behind you for their disgusting reasons. They're weapons dripping with venom and other noxious toxins that would slay anyone in agony. It was known what they were and the people behind had fled into their houses and secret places, but Vulkan stood firm at the gate he would not let his people suffer at their hands ever again. Fire was his friend, across his coal black skin it never harmed him, he knew that he was safe against their blades. Their weapons would not bring him low.
child of fire and sun, succored in our flames, burn bright evermore
The Dusk Wraiths moved to the gates and opened them revealing their almost human forms, but so very wrong in the details that no one could envision them as humans or even mutant humans. Vulkan knew that his father N'bel was behind him, the group of 100 dusk wraiths before him laughed and danced, as they beheld what they believed to be a foolish man come to his death.
our children slumber below, rouse their fury great one, call upon the eternal flame
As he reached for the hammers on his shoulders, Vulkan felt something, an inferno waiting to be called forth, a fury that once roused would never be silent once more. It was risky he knew to call upon the fire he felt below, but something within his heart yearned to become one with the waiting inferno and the fury of the earth that he could feel beneath his feet.

Corvus

The moon of Lycaeus was home to several million slaves of the world Kiavahr, a forge world that experimented with some of the darkest sciences of the past. A world ruled in the name of mining for resources that would never be seen upon its surface. Its slave masters the tech priests on the world below grown fat upon the bounty of resources from Lycaeus harvested by the slaves. Landing in the darkness of the warrens of the moon, the primarch found his way into the shadows and wandered the hallways of the mines that had bored deep into the moon's surface.

Eventually the primarch came across a young girl being attacked by one of the masters and a choice was to be made.

Alpharius Omegon

In a realm of darkness two pillars of light crashed down, a ship screeched as alarms rang forth as the hull was breached and those that came arrived to find a pod of machinery beyond their keen waiting for them with an infant within. A child of the stars, a legend made real, the rumors swept the fleet as they believed that the time to conquer the station of their forefathers and their now slavers had come.

Upon a research station whose name has been long forgotten in orbit of a black hole, the people gathered to behold a creation of technology beyond their understanding. A great pod had fallen through the shields both void and ionic to crash through the fragile metal that was all that they could produce in this fallen time, the station lord came forth and saw the child within and declared that the time had come to end their reliance upon the wayward fleet.
walkers of shadows, children of void, your actions unknown to all
Yet what all did not know is that the two were one, the one within the fleet saw what they saw and they saw what their twin upon the station saw. An insider in the other and so they knew what both knew of the other. They saw how the fleet thought of the station as slavers and fallen from the duty set forth ages ago and how the station thought of the fleet as untenable and a risk to all that they were. They saw both sides of the claims and knew that both were both wrong and correct in measure. The decision of side to support if any was their's to make.

Leon12431 · Dec 1, 2023

810 M30

Lion

Event 1 (year 2): In the second year of the second decade, strange beings shorter than the men around came to the Knight Order grabbed in robes of darkness. Silent and passive they stared up at the Lion and for all his skill with combat he felt uneasy in their presence. Something within them disturbed his being on a fundamental level. They without words asked for the strange gem and he instinctively handed it over to them. The dark glow to the shining gem faded for a moment before it returned and it was returned to him, something at the edge of his mind seemed to understand the darkness before him, but it was faint. The stars above glimmered seeming to withdraw and a chill crept into his bones for the first time, but from within a fire burn to life to chase away the chill and the sword at his side called to him ever more..

Event 2 (year 10): During a hunt into the depths of the forests, a faint warning echoed from the stars above a sign of something withdrawing from him, something prowled these lands that none but he could match. With his weapons ready, and caution roused, Lion moved onward knowing that he could not allow this creature to live for long. As above the stars grew cold and ever more distant than they seemed to be before.

Kaiben

"My foes will be coming soon." The booming voice of Starstrider blared as Kaiben wove the light of the star and void into matter to use in his creations. He looked up at the looming giant armored in the all consuming void, blazing with the fury of the sun and with guns of starlight, "Your foes?" His mind already racing to understand the concept, "Yes. I have been rebuilt on average once per millennia. Each time they reveal themselves to shatter me once more for their false religion declares that my return is the mark of the end times. I will give you all that I know of them." Kaiben nodded as he quickly began to process the given information and fear gripped his hearts, billions of soldiers each with technology centuries ahead of his own, knights as their greatest elites and a Titan that lead the charge commanded by a near immortal. It would not be an impossible fight, especially with Starstrider, but it would not be simple indeed.

Fulgrim

Fulgrim frowned for his fears had come true, two fortress-factories had fallen silent, their last resources expended and their people had fled into the wastes seeking refugee in other fortress-factories. The majority of them had come to his own Callax, now the only question remained what to do with them. Even with the bounty from the vault, it would only be barely feasible to support the additional population, but the value of more hands could not be denied. A question that plagued him for many nights.

Sophos

Year 6: Taking a short break from various matters, Sophos wandered the territory of Lochos with Andos noting the various defensive aspects of the mountains and how to improve them, although always tinkering with a simple clockwork device that was measuring several hundred different physical properties around them. "Can you walk slower you big lug, my heart is dying." Andos groused as he panted for breath, "Your heart is within nominal condition, your muscles are exerting nominal force, conclusion you are fine brother." Andos sighed, but shook his head before tilting his head at a mountain side, "Sophos, does that wall look off to you?" Sophos frowned as he peered at the location marked out, "Yes it does." Carefully moving to the side he tapped it with a light force and noticed that it reacted differently than expected, his frown growing deeper. "How old is Lochos?" Andos frowned, "At least a thousand years of confirmed history, but." "Records are spotty at best yes." Sophos finished the sentence as he peered at the wall brining the clockwork device up to it, various gears spinning and reacting, "Magnetic, indicating metal content. I think this might be pre Lochos ruins."

Khan

Event 1 (Year 4): In his 15th year of life, Ong Khan his father was slain by a rival tribe. Fury burned in his heart and he wished to bring his wrath upon them all. It would be all too simple and easy to raze the tribe to the ground, already he could ream of sliding his blade through their flesh, the screams of the tribe on the winds. The starlight of the night guiding him towards them whenever he sought to look, but a question whispered in the back of his mind if it was right to feed this fury.

Event 2 (Year 7): After the resolution of his father's death, he had wished for peace, but instead the Palatine Empire decided otherwise, sending great armies into the steppes to purge his people from their lands for the last time. He could not accept this fate and so gathered his warriors to battle.

Leman

The sense of impending events continued to build for Leman of the Russ, but he could find nothing to truly pin it down.

Dorn

Themis was strong, the clans were weak, it would be only a matter of a handful of years before he could show them what true strength looked like. They would fall and he would remake them in the ideal that they had sought but lied about. Strength made real, strength of the ice made lasting. Themis would not fall, the clans would learn this simple truth.

Konrad

Year 2/3: A woman wearing more gold than could be considered reasonable marched down the street that was only a handful of years ago covered in blood and offal with bodies of the dead and dying, now it was merely broken and in disrepair. Konrad stared at the woman that had come from the spires above, as an envoy to him. Coming to a stop before him the woman cleared her throat before pronouncing, "By the noble lords of Nostramo Quintus, the upstart mutant crime lord known as Konrad Cruze is hereby declared to be a hostile and subversive force to the rule of law. It is hereby declared that anyone working for or with the aforementioned mutant crime lord will be executed as is the lawful punishment of treason against the law of Nostramo." A stunned silence gripped the building as everyone within stared at the woman wondering if she was truly insane before the most observant realized that she did in fact truly believe what she had just stated. Konrad sitting upon his makeshift throne stared at the woman before a crippling pain struck him, his perspective wrenched into the distant dark future.

Four pathways revealed themselves to his eyes the first and second both drenched in darkness. In the first he saw himself attempt to bribe the herald before him, to give to her masters above platitudes and inform them that the crime lord was no more. This would spark a conflict he was ill prepared for. The second was the same, he saw himself standing above a mountain of corpses torn to ribbons in his rage, from losing all he had labored for in a single action from the herald detonating herself with a melta charge. Another vision showed him leaving Quintus, to another city to try again, but the woman would simply follow him to the ends of the world never resting in the misguided fear that letting him live would result in a crime wave of never before seen levels. The common theme among them all was that he himself would survive and perhaps indeed prosper in time, but his people wouldn't all the progress created here would be lost and that was unacceptable, forcing his vision to show another path, he saw a fleeting glimpse of another path one shrouded but one that did not result in the loss of his base, he could not truly see it, but just its existence was enough.

The vision faded as he looked upon the man with clear eyes, noting the now obvious signs of a melta charge strapped to her chest, the various life sensors that would obviously alert the army waiting for his death. Whoever had sent him knew how to conceal the signs even from his senses for a time, impressive, but not so much as the sheer conviction and poorly directly loyalty and honor of the woman.

Ferrus

Year 3: Skittering was the first sign that something was wrong, across the terrain a swarm of robots crawled similar in design to the great wyrm that he had slain only years ago, but instead of a single great foe, a carpet of them now waited and they were coming ever closer to the tribe that he had joined. Their land crawler was now at risk, but he could still leave if he wished.

Eärendil

Time passed and the hunger within remained ever present, but it slowly seemed to become something accustomed too and less horrible to experience. The joy of learning became a balm to his weary soul as the stars above drank away the hunger whenever it became too much to handle.

Angron

The High Riders were not worthy of their rulership, their domain built upon the backs of mutilated slaves. Their armies large and imposing with elites with technology beyond what could be truly understood even by one such as him.

Roboute

Across the eight worlds of Ultramar demagogues have been rising in never before seen numbers, preaching of his rule as being unjust, his ascension to the throne a sign of immediate collapse of law in favor of ruthless dictatorship. The trial of Gallen had become the center-stone of their demagogy, rousing the people to a fury over something they did not truly understand. At least his home was spared their touch, but even so something had to be done before they drove the empire of Ultramar apart.

Mortarion

Event 1 (Year 4): From the mountains he watched as a horde descended, an army ruled by a witch king that was a true peer to the one that had raised him. A foe he had faced several times over the years and knew true loathe, it was one of the strongest of their number and also one of the most forward thinking of their kind. Of them all that he knew, perhaps this one could be considered the most innovative of all the Witch Kings and it made sense for them to see the danger of his Dusk Raiders before they were ready, but he growled wishing for more time to truly build them to readiness, but the fight will come whether he is ready or not and he will be ready.

Magnus

The Emperor reached out over the link towards one of his distant sons and beyond their normal interactions, gave an offer to the son closest to him in nature. "ASK FOR A SINGLE SPELL OR SKILLTHAT IS REASONABLE AND I SHALL PROVIDE IT TO YOU." Magnus accepted the offer and requested time to consider as his father smiled and nodded.

Horus

"MY SON, I AM SORRY TO BRING YOU BACK INTO CONFLICT SO SOON, BUT DUTY CALLS." The Emperor spoke, the regret true within his words as Horus nodded to him waiting for the orders. "MERCURY HAS FALLEN INTO CIVIL STRIFE, THE SIDE THAT SEEKS TO SIDE WITH US HAVE REQUESTED AID FOR THE OTHERS HAVE TAKEN CONTROL OF THE SOLAR SHADE SYSTEMS AND ARE PREPARING TO BRING THE FURY OF SOL TO BEAR UPON OUR FORCES." Horus shook his head sadly as he peered at the holographic display of Mercury noting the various cities and infrastructure, along with the information on the composition of the rulership. Lord Makus Merca was the leader of the pro imperial side, that simply wished to join forces with the rising power and to also gain access to the technologies of Sedna, Lady Stilbon Merca was the leader of the side against joining the Imperium her position was odd, almost seeming as a front for something else. But he could not pinpoint what it was as of now, but something in the edge of his mind irritated him.

"TO ENSURE THAT THIS COMES TO A SWIFT AND FINAL CONCLUSION, I HAVE SECONDED TWENTY FIVE HUNDRED CUSTODIANS TO YOUR COMMAND FOR THE DURATION OF THIS CAMPAIGN. WHILE YOU HANDLE THIS I WILL BE HANDLING MARS, EXPECT A SURPRISE IN 2 YEARS IF EVERYTHING GOES AS PLAN."

The Emperor nodded one last time radiating approval and support before teleporting away, but Horus could see the pain in his Father's face and the strain in his body. The wounds taken on Sedna were not fully healed as of now, but were on the mend, he did not think he would forget the sight of his father missing almost half his chest, his organs exposed to the open air any time soon.

Lorgar

Event 1 (year 5): Outcasts from across the land drew inward as they heard stories of the Wayward Sons and the defiance that had come to burn in the outskirts of the Covenant. Drawn by various reasons, all began to head towards the legendary child of the Declined who even now preached of Defiance and his words echoed across the land. Men and women from all walks of life, holy and pure along with the sinful and impure walked towards the beacon of defiance with the hope for a new life, a new creed and Lorgar stood upon the hill knowing their arrival was assured. But even for him it would be no small matter to handle the scale of the numbers that would soon fall upon him and be his to care for.

Event 2 (year 8): Gazing towards the heavens, the golden glow yet blocked by something but becoming lighter as if something was reaching forth to him. Lorgar reached out with his mind towards the glow and the stars above shifted, the patterns of the Constellations that had been with him from the first day shifted as a new member arose among their celestial ranks. The Emperor, a grand vestige radiating Purity, Power, Dominion, Glory and Safety, something within called to him as he saw within a faint golden glow.

Vulkan

Year 4: Walking the sides of Mount Deathfire, Vulkan stumbled and found himself staring into the maw of a truly giant firedrake. Great in scale even among the species, taller than him at the shoulder, with scales the size of his hand covering its immense bulk. He knew that it would weigh several tons of metal worth, and perhaps most impressive of all was that it was female. His smoldering eyes blazed with understanding as he realized the boon that had fallen into his lap. With this majestic example of the species as the first true broodmother of the tamed salamanders he would be able to truly ensure that the dusk wraiths would never again harm his people. Of course there was the small issue of beating it into submission and lugging it back home, but that was a matter to handle latter

Corvus

The masters below had not yet responded to his presence, the formation of the rebels was going well and all was nearly in place. All that remained was to complete the preparations and conduct the final fall of the world.

Alpharius Omegon

Year 4: Whispers in the station tell of a legend deep within awakening, something dark and corruptive stirring in its slumber for the first time in centuries. Out of the corner of his eye he can see things flash in and out of existence, there is something within the depths of the station that none truly understand, but only he could brave those depths, yet without his brother/peer it would be risky, but is there a true choice in this?

Leon12431 · Dec 16, 2023

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Lion

The relative peace of the world died in a single night as Beasts that were unlike anything ever seen outside of the Deep Forest rampaged through the Order bases. Countless men and women died, but that was no the true horror, the relics of the Order that made their war viable were under attack, the bestial fury of the foes of all humans had been turned upon their most precious tools. Riders from all the bases within close proximity raced to share the news for this was not an isolated event, but one that was occurring across the entirely of all known bases.

Kaiben

The power that had driven him so far faded, the narrative end had come and with it the end of the Age had been completed. The stars above still sang their wondrous song to his ears and he could call forth the fury of the Void, but all the rest faded into dreamless sleep as the story marched to its conclusion. Ruins had been made by the End and now had to be Rebuilt, a song of renewal was needed, no longer the place for a song of Ending.

Fulgrim

Perhaps the loss of the two factory complexes were a herald of times to come as more and more of the factories fell silent, but it was just in time for he had completed the first replications of the wondrous devices recovered from the vault. His people had food and water, enough to support even the bulging population from the other cities, but the world would die if this continued this he knew. But the path to follow was clouded even to his sight.

Sophos

Lochos was under siege, Sophos stood upon the gates overlooking the world and knew that a challenge would soon come. Eight of the Twelve had joined forces against them, pushing against the treaties that Calliphone had written to entice them all into vassalage to Lochos. Of the eight only three truly concerned him, for after the communication with former Tyrant Constandae, he had spoken with Terminal Solomon and Tiamat on the matter. From them he had been told of the relative power scale for human psionics, and the risks inherent to them, but they could prove little in the way of understanding the causative factor for the five Tyrants manifesting their powers spontaneously. And that was not the only problem, his soldiers were somehow constantly failing to grasp the simple lessons for the new technology he had been trying to teach them, some of them had been moments away from killing themselves even with non lethal weapons.

Khan

The Empire was no more, but its people yet lived and the tribes not magnanimous in victory he found. Strife between the tribes erupted as each sought to claim land for their own, and they preyed on the people of the empire that now lacked any protection. His actions had led to this bloodshed of pointless brutality, and it was his responsibility to solve it one way or another, but looking to the heavens above, he wondered what trial this was meant to teach him,

Leman

Fenris whispered to him in dreams and the rustle of leaves, the falling snow told him much about the world. The disaster drew ever closer and it was not of the world of Fenris but something else, yet that was not all, for within the deep oceans, a kraken was stirring. A legendary monster of old, that would soon disrupt the balance of power within the waters and Fenris reached out to him to resolve the matter. Leman knew that he was inferring much, but something within him told him that this was the truth of the matter and so the journey to the north where the kraken yet lay in slumber would begin soon.

Dorn

Themis ruled Inwit with unbreakable armies, true strength had bee proven over the clans that had lost their way, but now the true test came. Rogal Dorn glared at one of the aids as they kissed his boots, pleading for mercy as they wasted yet more time before he pointed at the door and they ran away to waste yet more time. The people of Inwit were weak, and in victory proved such, they refused to face him in open field and combat so now they slunk in the shadows and stole or tampered with machines that Themis needed, or worst of all pretended to be allies and then only did exactly what he commanded. That was not the sum total, the world that his former clan had ruled now rebelled against him, agitating the other worlds to break him, as of yet they have had little success. He knew the weakness that run the hearts of these people and knew that they would see no greatness.

Konrad

The once shinning spires were drenched in blood, his rampage through them unbreakable and unhalted by anything they could bring to bear. Rivers of blood poured from the mighty spires as the lords bled out across the upper reaches of the world, his body stained with their life blood and he looked towards the burning sun and knew that the easy part was done. The highest of those that had been lords within the Spires refused all his entreaties of surrender and so now their blood rained down upon the city below, but their lessers had listened to his words and actions even if fear guided them to the correct action and so their lives remained intact. The visions mocked him showing his dark counterpart brutalizing them all as he became their king through fear and he saw how the darkness grew ever deeper as he followed this path, but he pushed on.

Sanguinius

He raged, there yet remained heathens that dared resist his divinity? No matter, they would be struck from the earth and the heavens with all his righteous fury, their blood would be dashed across the rocks and their bodies burned as he cast them down into the mutant filled hells that they so deeply wished to inhabit. One of the servants flinched at his rage, and he mastered himself, they were nothing more than traitors to humanity and he would deal with them as the God Emperor would command.

Ferrus

The scarab swarm was broken and nothing on the horizon for as far as he could see, the earth trembled beneath him, but that was all. It was a serene existence upon the land crawler even as his mighty arms manipulated the metal and Limbo cleaved through the parts needed as he enacted repairs upon the ancient machine as his intuition told him to follow.

Eärendil

One of the orbital stations was decaying, everyone knew that and he had even expected it to occur soon, but this was worse than he had anticipated. Comets fell from the heavens as the orbital hive sought to steal from the decaying surface to survive. Monsters that only a madman could envision stalked the surface, robotic frames marched across rubble and the radiation blasted surface without worry, cyborgs with weapons firing bolts of plasma were marching with them. It was everything that that the hive could spare to plunder what was needed to prevent the orbital hive from crashing to the ground. He knew that if it fell the world would be damaged massively but what to do was not clear.

Angron

The High Riders were no more, their forces broken by the fury of the stars. The fires of the stars burned within his heart and empowered him to strike them down, the men that he had protected survived and the wonders that the High Riders had stored away were now the people's once more. Yet, there yet remained problems, the warriors to whom the butcher's nails were installed within were a concern, the various slaves were adapting to freedom poorly, but it was a better problem to have than having the High Riders back would be.

Roboute

With the recent reformation of the empire into a republic, there have been new challenges to address. Yet the one that has come to the forefront is infrastructure development in currently undeveloped areas both occupied and non. Idothea has made it clear that any actions resembling forceful eviction would be illegal, but that coercive eviction by the laws of the republic are legal. In addition to this are the debates regarding the focus of infrastructure development. There were ten factions even if six agreed on the principles of improving the current infrastructure and a focus on building more research departments, the largest overall group held as their subgoals an increase to advanced resource production and social support for the needy. The factions within that range mostly abided by the second focus but several had differing third focuses. The other three notable groups were a group focused on expanding to new planets to mine for esoteric resources with the secondary focuses of ground military production and deep mining, the smallest group that was probably a scam of some sort that demanded expansions of current infrastructure with a focus on deep and advanced mining with a side of advanced education expansion, a strange mix that was the primary reason to believe it was a scam of some form. The last group was focused on expanding metal refining currently present along with housing for civilians and advanced education.

Mortarion

Perhaps it was because of the impossible victory won last decade, but no movements from the mountains seemed to be coming for him or the Dusk Raiders, the interline strife that plagued them might have been the cause responsible as the weaker tried to steal all they could from the defeat of the one he had slain. Regardless of the reason thereof, he had time to prepare and he would use it to arm himself better.

Magnus

Mutants were born this decade to mothers, psykers and not, born with hair of starlight and blood of gleaming light, to his eyes they were pure of all corruption, but the people of Prospero were not so willing to see that. They whispered of mutation and fear gripped their hearts as they beheld the children unable to touch the Great Ocean but weave the very light of the heavens into myriad forms, their magic stable and vibrant, but so very alien to the mysteries that Prospero has mastered and so the so very human fear of the other came to claim them. Magnus walked among their numbers teaching them the wonders of the Void, guiding their fumbling choirs of the Void with his own mastery, but the general populace refused to follow in his footsteps.

Horus

"MY SON, THE TIME HAS COME TO FREE JUPITER FROM THE PREDATIONS OF THE XENOS OVERLORDS THAT HAVE CLAIMED THE SHIPYARDS. THIS WILL BE NOTHING LIKE SEDNA, BUT IT WILL BE CHALLENGING AND I WOULD RECOMMEND THE USE OF THREE LEGIONS. I PLACE MY TRUST IN YOUR ABILITIES TO ENSURE THAT THE SHIPYARDS AND THE HUMAN POPULACE WITHIN ARE PROTECTED FOR THEY ARE NOT OUR ENEMIES IN THIS MATTER." Horus nodded to his Father as he felt the soul of the one before him and knew that he was favored and the burning trust had not broken in the slightest, his Father paused for a moment before smiling faintly behind the cloak of regality, "I AM PLEASED WITH YOUR ACTIONS ON MERCURY AND THE WORK YOU HAVE DONE WITH THE LEGIONS THUS FAR. I WILL WORKING ON ENSURING THAT THE IMPERIUM WILL BE READY FOR WHEN WE LEAVE SOL, WHILE YOU HANDLE JUPITER DIRECTLY I AUTHORIZE YOU TO COMMAND VARIOUS LEGIONS TO THE OUTER WORLDS, AND TO PURGE THE SOLAR PIRATES, BUT JUPITER REMAINS YOUR PRIMARY DIRECTIVE. IF YOU DO SEEK TO CLAIM THE OUTER SYSTEM ENSURE THAT THE WARP GATES REMAIN INTACT AT ALL COSTS OTHER THAN YOUR OWN LIFE." Horus nodded but before his Father left he spoke, "Father any news of my brothers?" The Emperor frowned for a moment before replying, "I WAS UNABLE TO DIVINE ANY OF THEIR LOCATIONS, THE WARP PROVIDED ME WITH NONSENSICAL VISIONS WHICH IS WHY I HAVE DECIDED TO FOCUS ON THE ADMINISTRAUM ALLOWING MALCADOR TO FURTHER THE REBUILD OF SEDNA."

Lorgar

The Covenant yet remained in power across the world, but his nation grew and it grew strong. He cared for the people and understood their needs, he worked the fields doing the labor of thousands for that is what a King was to do. They were not to claim the bounty of their people, but to enable their people to work for the good of the nation. He lead in times of debate managing the varied views of the people and giving everyone an ear, lending his understanding as needed. Just as he did so did he lend his might to the menial tasks at hand, carving out fields and furrows, planting crops that would feed his people, calling upon the Constellations above for power to heal the sick and injured, reaching out through the power within his dreams to understand that which his people believed in. Most he found nothing beyond, but some he found traces of beings to touch upon, far from his understanding and ability to truly grasp, but traces all the same.

Vulkan

His people grew strong and wise, the salamanders all but broken now, the new brood mother giving new life to the captives. Her first clutch held only mere years ago, already her blood would enrich his people and aid their defenses against the Dusk Wraiths when they returned, he knew they would and his heart burned with fury at the thought. He would be ready and his people ready, their new mounts would turn the tide when they returned. He just didn't expect them to come with such numbers, he was surprised when runners from other villages found their way to him warning of invasion of the wraiths, with forces beyond most other raids, but Vulkan was ready and his heart beating with fire, they would die as the last did.

Corvus

Deep within the tunnels of the world, the Masters dug away at the ground revealing metal below. Runners came and went, and a few of the slaves were brought to the site and managed to alert their allies of the actions at hand. Corvus in turn learned of the work of the masters in the depths and worried what they could be hunting, the rebellion was all but started and yet a single new variable could undo all his work. He would have to learn more.

Alpharius Omegon

Strange readings were coming for the area near the event horizon of the local black hole, strange energy fluctuations were appearing on the sensors of the station and ships from what ever was happening. Over time they grew in intensity and duration, seemingly from nowhere as both fleet and station worked to understand what was happening, until Alpharius found an ancient tome that revealed that the station had been built to study a strange energetic lifeform that lived around the event horizon feeding off of a form of radiation it produced. Yet, something had changed and the thing whatever it was had started eating other energies, starting with the background radiation and most recently even a few lance strikes that the fleet had sent into it seemingly taking no damage, but neither of the twins could really conclude it was invincible off of it surviving directed energy considering that it was living energy.

Leon12431 · Feb 3, 2024

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Kaiben

In the aftermath of the victory won and the rising of Arcturus, the people found a new god of their own: Kaiben the divine one that wove the light of the heavens into wonders beyond mortal ken, his Herald Starstrider the titan of wonders and power reborn in the astral forge of his divine might. Yet, even as a divine walked the world so did devils in the guise of men, those that rejected the divinity of Kaiben and Starstrider instead proclaiming them devils and demons, the last few of the invaders that now wandered the land destroying all in their path.

Leman

Even without the scans from orbit, or the soul so painfully like his own in happier, simpler times blazing in his psychic senses, the Emperor would have been certain his son was here. Who but his son could have decapitated a beast large enough to rival Mars' battleships, its picked-clean skull bleaching in the dim, winter sun? Who but his son would have, on a feudal death world, organized a not only multinational but multispecies assembly line to butcher the immense creature?

The process started at the beach, where thirty longships bearing sixteen different liveries on the shields that lined their decks rested on the sand by the colossal corpse. There men and women wielding hatchets, saws, and swords, clad in dark gambesons of a finer weave than he'd expect to see in such a place, directed wolves the size of tanks to rip into the dead creature's skin and flesh with their razor-sharp teeth and bone-crushing jaws. When a space of sufficient size was clear, the humans would move in, carving off great chunks of meat and blubber to pass on down the line.

Knife-wielding butchers took up the meat, cutting it into thin strips, while the blubber found its way into heavy cauldrons of iron and stone, tended by no less than seventeen psykers of varying ages and levels of power (though only one was even scraping the bottom of C class). The sorcerers fed a steady stream of power into runes drawn in the sand around the cauldrons, melting and rendering down the blubber with crude but well-practiced applications of Primal fire.

From there, most of the meat made its way to a man who could only be the Emperor's son, towering head and shoulders over the people surrounding him even while seated. A far more complex set of runes glowed softly in the sand around him, and as the meat was carried past him, water was drawn from it, leaving it dried as if it had spent weeks in the summer sun.

Afterwards, the dried meat and rendered fat were brought back together to be shaped into cakes of pemmican, but though a small part of the Emperor's attention continued to follow the food through smokers, salt pits, and into sacks or stew pots, the lion's share had never made it past the man he knew, beyond any shadow of a doubt, was his son. He descended from the stars alone, his golden servants remaining behind even as he parted the atmosphere with his power, letting himself slip through into the embrace of the world.

The mighty soul within the rock and mundane matter noticed his arrival and in ages past he would have communed with it, but now in this fallen age only a few days could be spared to meet with his son and ready him for his true purpose. Horus had been a success on all accounts, if the others followed in the pattern then Humanity would be saved and the Golden Age would Dawn once more and this time there would be no hinderance upon the Golden Path towards Ascendance for all men and women of Earth. Touching down upon the edge of the great feast, taking the form of a mortal man as was his preferred form, he joined the revelry taking a cut of kraken meat for his own before continuing towards his son.

Roboute

The scouting ships reported a problematic discovery. Towards the north east there was an expansionist empire that had already bond nine worlds together into its heart. It showed many more fleets than Ultramar in its degraded state could muster, but with their President Roboute at the helm of the republic, the people of Ultramar knew in their hearts that this too would pass as had all the other horrors of their ancestor's times.

Mortarion

In defiance of his command Colonel Hundok Murnaro had used his foul powers to save his platoon of forces after they had been trapped upon the higher ridges of the mountains. A point in his favor had been that he told him of what he had done the moment that he had returned, but the fact remained that he no longer could trust Hundok with self control of his powers even used for a good reason could he allow such or would it simply be another step upon the path to becoming like Necare.

Corvus

With the victory over the Masters he had hoped that it would be ended, but now came the harder problems of actually ensuring that his victory remained true rather than merely on paper. The people of his world had almost nothing that they hadn't salvaged from something else and the former Masters were being painfully slow about correcting that state of affairs.

Alpharius Omegon

With the treaty in place the Fleet and Station were more aligned than they had been for countless centuries but hotheads among both sides moved in both the shadows and light to undo this work refusing to work alongside their previous sworn foes.

Leon12431 · Mar 19, 2024

The fifth decade of life came to dawn and with it the completion of a city built by his hands. That was but the first sign of the changing world the next was when the Knightly Orders of the world sent warnings across the land. At first he thought that it was to warn of Beasts invading from the Forests once more, but then it turned out that it was regarding him. Thirteen Orders seemed to be in the grip of foul magic for they believed him to be a Beast that had taken humanoid form to infiltrate society and to bring it to ruin in the shadows. Another thirty seven of the Orders believed him to be a human twisted by magic from the forests into an unwitting pawn of the Beasts for much the same purpose. Another seventeen of the Orders proved their perfidy in their letters that made it clear they truly sought him to join them rather than anything else, and the last thirty three Orders simply proved craven cowards in their fear of the changing world.

During another long night working with Tiamat in one of her most psionically active gardens, a hole in the veil of the world split open as Crystial emerged dragging a malformed creature dripping blood and a sword made of blood dragging behind it. "Sophos! You're here, this is a wonderful event. Come help me prepare this malignant ideoform for supper." With a thought the Crown shifted towards Null as he stared down at Crystial, unsure of what the hell was going on.

From his mountaintop he saw the figures waving the signs carrying scraps of the manifesto he had penned decades ago somehow recovered from the fire that he had burned the thing within. Men and women were being twisted once more by his work and yet, the women that had found her way to him stood silently seemingly uncaring and he felt pain as he knew just how much harm he had done to her and the others like her.

Even though the Covenant's power was shattered and the ground salted for the next thousand years, the daemon M'kar banished into the realm it came from. Not all were ended, bands of priests of the old ways wandered the hinterlands waylaying travelers and harming those under his protection.

The Void Feeder activated once more, only this time it was far more active, the cosmic background radiation pouring inward towards its hungry maw. The energy that came off the black hole consumed far quicker than before. The Fleet and Station both knew not what to do for the last awakening had proven how difficult it was to affect.

Within the Sol System three Primarchs met as one, brothers under their Father gathered together for a single decade even as two of their peers left for the stars beyond. Ferrus, Kaiben and Rogal all found themselves brought together within their Father's grand vessel and together they beheld the fallen ruin of Terra and the planets within the system.

Leon12431 · Apr 13, 2024

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A strange walked into Balor, the guards on duty simply nodding to him as he walked through, nothing seemingly strange beyond that he wore no armor nor held a sword at his side. He merely wandered the city, and asked around regarding the ruler of Balor nodding genially to those that answered his questions. Eventually he found his way to the Lion.

Within the depths of Arcturus a device that had been invented by two humans thrummed into life as the containment systems began to fail. Automated systems active and expelled the failing machinery into the void of space but it was too late as the device meant to compress dark matter into impossible densities ruptured. A shockwave of energy lashed outward, the very fabric of reality jolted as spacetime rippled, the immediate area around roiled and flexing as the Astral bucked and twisted under the influence. Arcturus' great shields capable of absorbing the fury of entire fleets shattered under the strain and the great city ship suffered damage to almost all areas.

Yet, this was but the herald of the coming doom as the cult of Kaiben that had been growing for decades beheld this and saw the time prophesied. Weapons forged in secret were active, plans set in motion over decades activated as the religious tension within the great city erupted into conflict. Brother against Brother, Sister against Sister as the city boiled over into war even as the Marines of the Starlight Brigade watched from the sides for their Primarch had given them no orders and they saw the actions of the people of Arcturus as imitations of their noble primarch. For he was known to be distant and at times harsh as he followed strange ideals and paths of logic, none of them could know that this was not his plan coming to fruition and so they waited watching.

Ferricus Ordius, Giovenco Ordius, and Caeso Ordius three identical triplets born only a few hours after the completion of Arcturus, none knew of any life outside its walls. They have lived their entire lives with the Song of the Astral flowing through them, they grew up surrounded by plenty and idolized Kaiben in their own way, but over the years they divided along differing lines, the preachers of the cults capturing their minds until they had grown apart and now lead the greatest of the religions of Arcturus.

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Ferricus walked through the great door as his personal Titan was revealed in all its glory, plates of astral energy meters thick proclaiming its mastery of construction and his power before his people. "Brothers and Sisters the time has come to prove our worth to the Devil Of The Stars, so that he might protect our souls for all time. To fight in his name eternally so that he might never cast us aside to find more honest servants. The misguided servants of my brothers must be brought to the light so that his eyes never wander, I hear that he has started to build a new city." The men and women before him drew a short breath as Ferricus continued in a thundering voice, "Already his eyes turn away from us, and prepares to cast us aside. We have to prove to him that we are worthy of his protection, that our Souls have value. Who marches with me to war for all?" Thunderous yells answered his question as the walls fell and revealed Worldstrider Knights waiting for their pilots and thousands of suits of armor with Void Energy Shields installed.

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In a shadowy room, lit by only a few monitors another man watched and waited, sighing slightly, "It seems that my brother has acted, prepare to begin to sabotage his forces. Ferricus will never rest and will see us all dead, for the glory of the god of time we must protect his people. For the protection of Time we must act, to ensure that the coming Ages Of Ending have the Protector at hand. We were protected by his will and so it is His will to protect others. Follow the plan and the Lord Of Time will see us successful." There were no cheers this time, merely resolute nods as people wearing shadowy robes left the room to begin their plans and plots across the city, from their actions millions would die but their deaths would ensure the God would be free to act as he saw fit. Kaiben ended Ages and Protected those within, his grace would see them successful and protect those that held true to His will.

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Deep within the Stellar Nursery surrounded by the growing stars of Astral might, Caeso opened his eyes from the meditation lasting for years and began to stand. "My brothers have lost their way among the darkness and proclaim the Living Star as a mere god and devil. Prepare the Stellar Forge, prepare the Infusion Altar, we will not let their foolishness interfere with the Celestial Plan at hand." He drifted over to a wall opening it and revealing an astartes with gleaming lines of astral energy drifting through their flesh and eyes of burning light, "The time has come my favored child, for you to fight those that dare sully the name of your Primarch." The Astartes eyes flared with fury as astral energy rippled into form revealing a suit of armor and weapons at hand, "I will fight for him gladly." He rumbled with a voice of cosmic might before leaving the room to meet with the others.

On the return trip from dropping off the Titan, Rogal received a letter from Inwit which as far as he could tell was surprising honest for what it was informing him of. The governor he had installed had attempted to create an improved system of governance for the Inwit Cluster, but has managed to expand meaningless bureaucracy by roughly three fold and was currently trying to bring everything back into order. However, at least they had not tried to hide or shift the blame for it was on them and them alone, Rogal growled for this needed to be solved.

An unwelcome event occurred as men and women from the cities had began to hunt those broken by his work in the past, and armies were gathering to in their words "Deal with the Insane." It was sad to see such an event come to pass, but it would require his intervention without doubt for as strong as those with him were, they could still be slain and many had been.

A stranger arrived with one of the many refugee caravans that arrived to the white city to join the growing populace. The Stranger simply wandered the city, examining the city and its people, no one seemed to notice him even as he wandered the city. Beyond a handful of those that had eyes clearer than others, but in due course he meandered his way through the city until he found the ruler of the city.

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865 M30

[In universe its far more metaphorical and less clear but for OOC purposes this is what the prophecy resolves roughly into]

FROM THE NORTH OF THE GALAXY COMES AN UNENDING SWARM OF DOOM. ALL SHALL STRUGGLE MEANINGLESS AGAINST OUR MIGHT ETERNAL, ALL OF YOU SHALL FEED OUR SWARMS, WE SHALL BE ALL THAT REMAINS WITHIN THIS GALAXY AND THEN THE UNIVERSE ITSELF SHALL BE OURS. WE THE RANGDAN THE LAST CHILDREN OF THE FIRST WAR HAVE ARISEN. SURRENDER TO US AND YOUR DEATHS SHALL BE ENSURED, FIGHT AND YOU SHALL DIE ALL THE SAME.

WE SEE YOU SOUL GESTALT ANATHEMA, WE DO NOT FEAR YOU. WE SEE YOUR CHILDREN AND WE AWAIT THEM UPON THE BATTLEFIELD THEIR FLESH AND SOUL SHALL FEED US WELL. THEIR DIVINE BLOOD SHALL WATER OUR BLOOMED WORLDS.

WE BEHOLD YOU FALLEN AELDARI, YOU WHO ONCE BROUGHT US LOW IN AGES PAST, WE NOW HOLD THE UPPER HAND AND IN TURN YOUR PATHS SHALL FALL TO OUR ENDLESS SWARMS.

THE MINDLESS ORKS THAT HAVE FALLEN FAR FROM THE KRORKS WE BEHOLD YOUR ACTIONS AND DISCARD YOU FOR YOU ARE NOTHING COMPARED TO US AND WILL BE MULTCH FOR US TO GROW FROM.

THE WHIMS OF THE WARP SCREAM OUR COMING, LET THE MARCH OF WAR SOUND AGAIN. WE SWARM AGAIN, WE ARE THE SWARM THAT WALKS. TREMBLE FOR OUR COMING.

Leon12431 · Apr 27, 2024

Since the beginning there had never been a time when all the Primarchs thus far found or know were brought together, but in the year 30,865 that changed. The northeastern region of the galaxy wiped clean as an endless swarm washed over the worlds and sectors within its depths. Countless human worlds consumed and added to the ever growing swarm intelligence, countless thousands of alien species lost and consumed all the same. Those few that held firm for a time were washed away by the tide of flesh that came to consume them all.

The Emperor walked with heavy footsteps, his every step echoing through the halls of his grand flagship as he came to the war council of the imperium. At a table of auramite, twenty grand thrones decorated with the sigils chosen by the Primarchs stood in silent testament to the might of the Imperium and the crisis at hand for of the thrones all those that were found were occupied. The Emperor arriving last to bring the last retrieved of the family back into the fold. With him came Lion from Caliban, Lorgar from Colchis and finally Magnus from Prospero. To join those present: Leman of Fenris, Kaiben of Arcturus, Ferrus of Medusa, Rogal of Inwit, Vulkan of Nocturne, Fulgrim of Chemos, Roboute of Macragge and lord of Ultramar, Sophos from Olympia and Horus of Cthonia weary and aged.

The Emperor nodded as the new comers took their thrones as he stepped to his throne and raised a holographic image of the galaxy, "A THREAT I HAVE FORESEEN HAS DESCENDED UPON US, WE ARE NOT PREPARED FOR THIS FIGHT, BUT TO PROTECT HUMANITY, TO ENSURE THE SURVIVAL OF THE IMPERIUM WE MUST WIN. THE RANGDAN AS THEY CALL THEMSELVES, A PARASITICAL RACE THAT FEEDS ON THE LIFE OF THOSE THEY KILL. FOR THOSE THAT WILL FIGHT THEM AT HAND, YOU WILL EACH BE GIVEN A FAILSAFE TO ENSURE YOUR BODY DOES NOT FALL INTO THEIR HANDS. IF YOU SHOULD FALL IN BATTLE I WILL DO MY UTMOST TO REVIVE YOU, BUT BE WARNED THAT DOING SO WILL TAX MY ABILITIES AND IS NOT TO BE RELIED UPON. FOR THIS WAR I WILL TAKE COMMAND OF THE IMPERIAL ARMY, MY CUSTODIANS WILL OPERATE AS LOCAL COMMANDERS, I TRUST THAT YOU CAN HANDLE THE DUTY OF BEING THE SPEARHEAD. HOWEVER, NOT ALL WILL HAVE THE SAME DUTIES, ROBOUTE YOU ARE HEREBY CHARGED WITH ENSURING OUR LOGISTICS DO NOT FALTER AND THE IMPERIAL ECONOMY REMAINS INTACT. SOPHOS AND ROGAL THE TWO OF YOU ARE DECLARED AS JOINT WARMASTERS, MAGNUS YOU ARE CHARGED WITH HUNTING DOWN AND SLAYING THE CHAMPIONS OF THE RANGDAN WHEREVER POSSIBLE." The Emperor declared as the hologram revealed the expected map of the coming war, and the numbers involved. Already hundreds of billions of men and women were being funneled towards the front, thousands of worlds being prepared to support a war effort that might drag on for decades.

Expeditionary fleets ranging outward to bring ever more worlds into the fold, even as what was became more pressed. Several Sectors on the map glowed a brilliant gold as the eyes fell on them the Emperor spoke once more, "AS WE HOLD THE LINE AND YOU PUSH THEM BACK, THE CUSTODIANS THAT ARE NOT IN COMMAND WILL BE SEEKING YOUR ABSENT BROTHERS."

A wave of his hand saw tablets on each of the thrones activate revealing details and offers from him for the coming war to drive him the seriousness with which he viewed it.

Leon12431 · Sep 19, 2024

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The Rangdan War continues, the Imperial army valiantly under the Emperor's command holds the battlefront as the Adeptus Astartes marches forth under the command of the recovered Primarchs. The twin warmasters of Rogal Themis and Sophos leading the charge now turning towards ensuring the holding of the recovered space and to bring low great enemies of humanity that come forth.

A golden craft bearing a Custodian of the Emperor arrived on time as expected, there was no great event to come, merely knowledge that the time had come for the world to be left behind and for plans long in motion to be pushed forward.

With the insight from the network at hand it was not to a sight unexpected that a ship of golden metal blazed a path down from the heavens. The Emperor was not aboard but instead one of his custodians piloted the mighty craft to bring him to the front and his sons.

The heavens awaited as a ship entered the system and was quickly detected, radiant gold, burning with power and wards beyond understanding graced its hull. A singular mind of unmatched design piloted it as a Custodian came on orders of Father to retrieve the eleventh primarch for the ongoing war.

A dream came, a dream of Fenris where dark squids infested the pure waters, the ice fell upon them and a hatred never before felt echoed forth from the image as the squids fled from the sight into the dark below. The dream shifted as men and women of Fenris turned their weapons upon other people of Fenris that had squids latched onto their heads acting as dark puppeteers.

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