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It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries The Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth.
He is the Master of Mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies.
Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few.
But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants - and worse.
To be in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim darkness of the far future there is only war.
There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.
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Mairne-4142
Desgination: Manufacturing
Current Status: Below Optimal
Tithes: Outstanding
It had taken time but eventually as tedious as it was, the absence of those sent to such a place soon caught notice. Astropathic relays recieved silence and ships sent to investigate vanished without trace, but eventually their absence was felt and now an expeditionary force was sent. What greeted them was a graveyard of ships locked in a slow, gradual decaying orbit strung like jewels over the planets orbit like broken toys tossed and twisted. It wasnt Orks as there was plenty here, but upon the ground was simply dust and buildings worn from its storms. The populace had seemed to vanish and the forces sent here long gone, their tanks left to decay untended and ships left adrift. The machine spirits left behind were troubled, cowed and their fire dulled. Some were sluggish and others faded into silence. Information was scarce as even these had opted to shy from what it saw.
It took almost three hundred years and an oppointed governor of such to get the world up to compliance and for a time - they thought the threat of what had come here gone. That is, until its fith century did Marines skies once more darker to an almost eternal night. It was only now - thanks to a governor who unlike others fattenned and indifferent to those beneath them and so blinded by priviledge - instead this man was one for ambition a desire for more than just to be complicit. As they say, hard times had made hard people. A request for aid broadcast from all stationed astropaths, broadcast relays and the PDF was mobilised with what assetts prepared and repurposed from before. No one expected their very machines spirits to fail, confounding tech priests as the machines seemed to struggle interally before bursting their once normal form into screaming monstrocities of flesh and metal. The weapons unloading without care and wreckless abandon.
The very machines were filled with the horrors as with a switch, the planetary defence forces own armoued tanks burst at the seams creating a technoheresy of flesh and metal, some had their own weapons fail and die before errupting in enraged blistering flesh turning guardsmen into walking horrors. Their once loyalist crews, eaten alive from the flesh filling up the capin space as their machines spirits went insane and a demon from the depths of chaos rallied once again to harvest and devour all who had been here before. As the skies slowly turned to night, fear turned to terror and the pleas for aid turned to screams. Chaos had come once again to reap this world. To take all who dwelled back to the warp and return with all who now served them willingly or not. All bore the hall marks but none seemed more than the other. Some Habs turned to rotten cesspools of Plagebearers, others cults of blood to Khorne. The horrors continued and the beleagured defenders turned their eyes to the encroaching ships that now loomed above.
Meanwhile.
The planetary Governor Marcus De Ormiur remained on the vid feed, a man of greying hair, hard blue eyes and a chest of decorated few medals. These hadnt been awarded - but earned over a expansive military career through the Astra militarum.
"If you are here, help, instead, I would prefer exterminatus - at least that would be a mercy."
"We know," Interrupted the Inquisitor Thane, "But this world was lost before and as easy as it is to do. It is too early to opt for such an action." This didnt change the expression of the planetary governor, "What assets we do have arent -"
"Then make do, know others have been called and your orders are as thus. Hold. And know the emperor protects." It wasnt long until a vessel rippled from the warp well outside the point, a massive thing and had any lacked the understanding it would have been assumed an Ork Rok, but the shapes were too ornamental and despite its thundering large engines it resembled a fortress hurtling towards the planet and while it lacked the manuverability of battleships, its sheer size and weight was enough. A request for House Retalis of the Imperial Knights had been sent months ago and while unanswered - their arrival was both a surprise and unexpected.
Mairne-4142 and its other eighteen Hive Cities were burning and its PDF were already on a considerable back foot. Logistics were already struggling to keep up nad the mechanicus stationed here were at a considerable disadvantage as the corruption of the machines and flesh continued. When house Retalis landed it was with a thunderous crash as its fortress struck the now dusty lands of Mairne. Its knights mobilising and moving out to support the hive city only to realise horrors were now more than flesh deep, even the now destroyed remains of those who had fought and died here before soon seemed to rise from the shifting dust, dead vehicles sputtering to the mockery of life and now bleached bones dressed in worn broken fatigues. Now also along side chaos Marines and sorcerers. Chaos was making its mark here along with its horrors and House Retalis's long history and hatred of the arch enemy spurred them into baited pursuits. But their larger game was to also find Knights who had belonged to their house and while these often were wrecks of their former selves either abandonned, word had spurred them that a Long lost Porphyrion had been discovered spurring them to action to reclaim a long lost knight. The claim of two - had caused them to commit a sizable force.
But the horrors here were growing
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TLDR
Warhammer Story 40k
- Factions Loyalist -
Astra Militarum
Imperial Knights
Sisters of Battle
Space Marines -
- Enemy -
Chaos Demons
Chaos Space Marines
Factions Nurgle + Tzench
Chaos Cutlists
Chaos Knights
Hard Nos.
No other factions.
No Primachs.
No Cannon heroes, make your own.
He is the Master of Mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies.
Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few.
But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants - and worse.
To be in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim darkness of the far future there is only war.
There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.
==========================================================================================================================================
Mairne-4142
Desgination: Manufacturing
Current Status: Below Optimal
Tithes: Outstanding
It had taken time but eventually as tedious as it was, the absence of those sent to such a place soon caught notice. Astropathic relays recieved silence and ships sent to investigate vanished without trace, but eventually their absence was felt and now an expeditionary force was sent. What greeted them was a graveyard of ships locked in a slow, gradual decaying orbit strung like jewels over the planets orbit like broken toys tossed and twisted. It wasnt Orks as there was plenty here, but upon the ground was simply dust and buildings worn from its storms. The populace had seemed to vanish and the forces sent here long gone, their tanks left to decay untended and ships left adrift. The machine spirits left behind were troubled, cowed and their fire dulled. Some were sluggish and others faded into silence. Information was scarce as even these had opted to shy from what it saw.
It took almost three hundred years and an oppointed governor of such to get the world up to compliance and for a time - they thought the threat of what had come here gone. That is, until its fith century did Marines skies once more darker to an almost eternal night. It was only now - thanks to a governor who unlike others fattenned and indifferent to those beneath them and so blinded by priviledge - instead this man was one for ambition a desire for more than just to be complicit. As they say, hard times had made hard people. A request for aid broadcast from all stationed astropaths, broadcast relays and the PDF was mobilised with what assetts prepared and repurposed from before. No one expected their very machines spirits to fail, confounding tech priests as the machines seemed to struggle interally before bursting their once normal form into screaming monstrocities of flesh and metal. The weapons unloading without care and wreckless abandon.
The very machines were filled with the horrors as with a switch, the planetary defence forces own armoued tanks burst at the seams creating a technoheresy of flesh and metal, some had their own weapons fail and die before errupting in enraged blistering flesh turning guardsmen into walking horrors. Their once loyalist crews, eaten alive from the flesh filling up the capin space as their machines spirits went insane and a demon from the depths of chaos rallied once again to harvest and devour all who had been here before. As the skies slowly turned to night, fear turned to terror and the pleas for aid turned to screams. Chaos had come once again to reap this world. To take all who dwelled back to the warp and return with all who now served them willingly or not. All bore the hall marks but none seemed more than the other. Some Habs turned to rotten cesspools of Plagebearers, others cults of blood to Khorne. The horrors continued and the beleagured defenders turned their eyes to the encroaching ships that now loomed above.
Meanwhile.
The planetary Governor Marcus De Ormiur remained on the vid feed, a man of greying hair, hard blue eyes and a chest of decorated few medals. These hadnt been awarded - but earned over a expansive military career through the Astra militarum.
"If you are here, help, instead, I would prefer exterminatus - at least that would be a mercy."
"We know," Interrupted the Inquisitor Thane, "But this world was lost before and as easy as it is to do. It is too early to opt for such an action." This didnt change the expression of the planetary governor, "What assets we do have arent -"
"Then make do, know others have been called and your orders are as thus. Hold. And know the emperor protects." It wasnt long until a vessel rippled from the warp well outside the point, a massive thing and had any lacked the understanding it would have been assumed an Ork Rok, but the shapes were too ornamental and despite its thundering large engines it resembled a fortress hurtling towards the planet and while it lacked the manuverability of battleships, its sheer size and weight was enough. A request for House Retalis of the Imperial Knights had been sent months ago and while unanswered - their arrival was both a surprise and unexpected.
Mairne-4142 and its other eighteen Hive Cities were burning and its PDF were already on a considerable back foot. Logistics were already struggling to keep up nad the mechanicus stationed here were at a considerable disadvantage as the corruption of the machines and flesh continued. When house Retalis landed it was with a thunderous crash as its fortress struck the now dusty lands of Mairne. Its knights mobilising and moving out to support the hive city only to realise horrors were now more than flesh deep, even the now destroyed remains of those who had fought and died here before soon seemed to rise from the shifting dust, dead vehicles sputtering to the mockery of life and now bleached bones dressed in worn broken fatigues. Now also along side chaos Marines and sorcerers. Chaos was making its mark here along with its horrors and House Retalis's long history and hatred of the arch enemy spurred them into baited pursuits. But their larger game was to also find Knights who had belonged to their house and while these often were wrecks of their former selves either abandonned, word had spurred them that a Long lost Porphyrion had been discovered spurring them to action to reclaim a long lost knight. The claim of two - had caused them to commit a sizable force.
But the horrors here were growing
==============================================================================================================================================================
TLDR
Warhammer Story 40k
- Factions Loyalist -
Astra Militarum
Imperial Knights
Sisters of Battle
Space Marines -
- Enemy -
Chaos Demons
Chaos Space Marines
Factions Nurgle + Tzench
Chaos Cutlists
Chaos Knights
Hard Nos.
No other factions.
No Primachs.
No Cannon heroes, make your own.
