A Tarrasque appears on Holy Terra. What will happen?
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The Emperor gets a new guard dog
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An Imperator Titan steps on it by accident. Pic unrelated, it is an itty bitty Warlord Titan.
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The Emperor has finally passed into the warp and his soul now takes residence inside the Tarrasque. Behold, the Star Child.
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>>14745482 I just got an erection.
Espagnoll !/5aJFFL8RI
>>14745482 The Emperorasque has born!
A new Crusade era has begun!
He will devour the Great devourer in the name of humankind!
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I just noticed the people on the edges of that picture. It's not exactly that big, a single good shot from a lascannon should be able to take it down.
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>>14745519 FOR DA EMPRAHSQUE!
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We need a drawfag in here now! We must have a Tarrasque in the Emperor's armor with halo.
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>>14745583 I agree
This thread must be archived and have its own page on 1d4chan
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GLORY TO EMPRAHSQUE
rolled 2 = 2
>>14745540 you do realize that due to perspective the people look bigger in comparison to the titan than they actually are right?
if they were closer to the titan they would look like ants in comparison
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>>14745626 think he/she's talking about the tarrasque, not the warlord titan
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>>14745626 He is talking about OP's pic.
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>>14745626 I think he was talking about the Tarrasque...
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>>14745467 I shall name him Fluffy, and he shall be my finest pet.
- God-Emperor of Mankind
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They should find a way to attach the golden throne to it's back so the Emperor can ride it into battle.
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>>14745732 The Golden Throne is larger than a Tarrasque by a good order of magnitude or two.
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To feed the Emprahasque. Suddenly 10k psykers a day doesnt seem so unreasonable... On the other hand..... ALL HAIL THE GOLDEN TARRASQUE! MAY HIS GOLDEN ARMOR SHINE ON! Ave Imperator mother fuckers. Chaos gods would shit themselves.
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>>14745764 >Send Emprahasque into Eye of Terror >Let the good times roll Anonymous
>>14745779 The God Emperor Tarrasque. With the powers of the most powerful psyker in existence.
With Creed.
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>>14745800 Now imagine infiltrating the Webway with THAT!
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GODDAMMIT WHERE'S THE DRAWFAG?!
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chances are it would appear in some underhive in one of the many that sprawl across ancient terra. It would just turn into another nameless monster preying on vermin and some of the billions of underhive scum. The arbites might do something about it eventually if it demolishes one of their precinct houses- in which case it would go down. Fast aparrently Terra has a population of 100 billion. Possibly more
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Emprahasque with Tusken bodyguards.
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It's basically Old One Eye, right?
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>>14745850 HURRRRRRRRHURRRRRRHURRKRHURHUUURRRKKKGUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRK
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Drawfag reporting in. So fucking on this/ Be back in a minute.
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>>14745834 Greenmarine, Greenmarine, draw me pic...
We shall summon him with our chanting!
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>>14745862 FOR THE EMPUHUUUURHUUUUR!!
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>>14745611 I seriously hope you're joking.
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>>14745878 Tusken Custodes....
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>>14745850 Custodes spears = Gaffi sticks
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>>14745899 It would explain why they wear masks as well.
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>>14745899 Custodes = Tusken
EMPEYUUUUURHURRRRHURRR!
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Just remember: If you are not dealing with a literal magical artifact, the Tarrasque will probably shrug off whatever you just hit it with. If you hit it with any sort of beam, it has a 30% chance of bouncing off the Tarrasque's carapace. Fire, poison and disease cannot hurt it. It has a fairly high chance to just straight up ignore magical and psychic powers. And finally: It cannot be killed by any weapon. It takes a literal act of god to kill it, and even then you have to wound it enough that the wounds could kill it if it were mortal.
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Right now I'm running a DUNGEONS THE DRAGONING campaign. I'm sooo going to make Emperorasque into the new big bad.
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>>14745927 And said Emprah now has his psyker strength AND now the physical capabilities.
He could probably run into battle using a warhound titan cannon...
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>>14745840 Try several trillion.
It is a hive WORLD.
There is no part of it that isn't covered by the hives that go far into the air and deep into the earth.
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>>14745927 Truly, a worthy steed for the Emprah.
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drawfag here... just got to add the colors
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>>14745927 So if a Tarrasque had the powers of a god, and only a god could kill him. Dear Armok!
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>>14745927 Feed it to the emprah.
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>>14745958 >>New Marines get a new geneseed with Tarrasque traits. Anonymous
>>14745950 I read somewhere its population was 100 trillion, but I figured it was a typo. Thats a ridiculously silly number even for 40k
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>>14745927 I want one to show up in Fort Dorftress, so much.
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>>14745967 Tzeentch protect us...
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>>14745981 Imagine Hong Kong or Manhattan population density, all over the world, and also under it.
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>>14745981 I dunno. How many people could you fit on Earth if it was stuffed full of people on every inch and also lived in huge, overcrowded (even for hive standards) hives that also sink underground for miles and miles?
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>>14745982 >>A Great Tarrasque has come! It is towering and one of a kind. Beware it's gaping maw and invincibility. It is covered with Adamantine and menaces with spikes of Adamantine and bits of Armok's blood. Anonymous
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>>14746007 Try ten times more dense than Manila.
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here we go. Quick sketch, but hey....
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>>14746037 What else should I add?
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>>14746047 Some sort of burning sword
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>>14746007 The current average is 50 people per km². Bangladesh is 1,141.84 people per km², a difference of 22 times.
Just the whole of the current Earths land surface at Bangladeshi density would be 154,000,000,000. Also take into account the hives are substantially taller, and also deeper than current technology allows, farm land isn't an issue, and presumably you could have arcologies at sea too, which would multiply this figure again. It's not inconceivable you could pack a trillion people on Earth. The conditions would be horrific but it would be doable.
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>>14746037 Oh lawdy.
Thanks drawfag!
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>>14746012 Even if you could physically fit that many people on the planet, it would be a logistical nightmare to keep even a fraction of them alive- it would need a ridiculous amount of food, water and even oxygen imported- it couldn't possibly work.
(I'm willing to suspend belief for most hive worlds, but a hundred TRILLION?)
I reckon Terras population would be a few hundred billion but not much more than half a trillion...
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>>14746047 The Sand People Custodes screaming for the EMPHRUHRUHURHUUUUUUURHUUUUUUR!!!
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>>14746037 GLORIOUS
Needs claw and sword weapons.
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>>14746060 >>Would be horrific They already are on Terra.
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>>14746065 Nope. Canonically there is at least several trillion. The resources of an entire galactic empire flow into it.
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>>14746060 >sea Terra has no oceans. The entire surface is covered with people.
That Storm Wardens Fanboy
The Emperahsque needs both of his greatest tacticians riding on his shoulder...the Imperium of Mankind cannot fall with the Emperahsque, Malcador and Creed roaming about the galaxy.
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>>14746065 >logistical nightmare Well, say every human needs 2.5k calories to live. Then, every day, Terra needs to import 3.45162575 × 10-9 m2 kg s-2 K-1 worth of food, of enough variety to avoid disease, malnutrition, and growth issues.
Are there any hard figures on the storage capacity of a transport? How many would we need every single day? How many people would die if just one got lost in the warp?
I agree though, it's a fucking nightmare to organise that.
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>>14746065 I wonder where those supplies would come from...
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>>14746037 It should be like a centaur with a huge, gold plated carapace.
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Fuck yueah! New and Improved.
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>>14746127 FUCK YES
>>14746089 ADD THIS PLEASE
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>>14746127 Now add Horasque and the slain Sanguinasque for extreme epic!
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>>14746127 Hm...methinks it should be more like the original Tarrasque body only with the Emperor's armour and weapons in hand.
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>>14746109 *1.04600 × 1018 joules worth of food even
Our sun outputs 386 billion billion megaWatts worth of energy. This is many times what even 100 trillion humans would need. If the Imperium had a way of harvesting even a fraction of this energy they'd be set. Perhaps a section of a dyson sphere?
Be a cool place to set a campaign if nothing else
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BUMP FOR THE EMPERASQUE!
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Question: Should the Emperahsque be roughly the size of dat Deffboss weez created what being the size of a planet?
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>>14746089 So I am commanded, so shall it be done.
TACTICAL GENIUS now added on the side...
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This demands some writefaggin' to be done.
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>>14746109 Then there's 10 litres of water each day (Taking into account industrial needs too- normal people probably wont get enough food or water anyway) so that's 1*10^12 cubic meters of water per day (if its coming as ice it would have to be substantially more).
A grand conveyor is about 8km long I think, probably 2 high and wide so thats a volume of about 3.2*10^10, so you'd need 32 grand conveyors carrying water at 4 degrees C every day.
Those things are really rare so it would be hard to do.
Although with water and biomass recycling food and water issues can be mitigated somewhat unless population is increasing. Still need oxygen brought in and probably Massive amounts of chemicals to scrub CO2 and whatever else is in the hives' atmosphere to keep it relitavely breathable.
I'm assuming the last plant on Terra died thousands of years before 40k.
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>>14746264 Well, yeah. It's said to be an utter polluted hellhole in which archaeotech air scrubbers and the like are the only thing keeping anyone alive.
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>>14746246 o,_0
manly tears have been shed. in joy
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guys, this thread must be archived!
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>>14746109 >>14746173 >>14746264 I love it when people analyse really dumb shit hacks pulled out of their asses and make it sound reasonable with SCIENCE!
I love you all, not being ironic or anything. You please my nerd boner.
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I just posted this thread link on the 1d4chan discussion page. Any chance that it'll have its own page?
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>>14746246 Just so long as ther isnt any of that asshole Grandmaster from the Gayknights with triple tactical genius. When the Emperahsque comes they will be disbanded because no one will ever turn heretic again and no demon will ever leave the warp except the Sanguinor and any Living Saints.
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>>14746306 I'm a biologist specialising in ecology so this is kinda overlapping with my field of expertise- I do silly science like this for giggles.
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>>14746329 Biologyfag fistbump. My expertise is more with evolution and cell biology though.
Also, archived for great justice:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/14745454/ Anonymous
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>>14746351 Drawfag Pride achieved/
Working on adding dead Ward Knights to the picture now...
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I shall produce some writefaggotry. Not much, though, three hundred words or so.
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>>14746351 >>14746329 Double biologist brofist, evolutionary biologist here.
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>>14746329 >does ecology >thinks he is anything more than a trumped up geographer oh you
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East Asian Politics and Economics up in this. No one? Thought so.
Anonymous
Ok, let's get this back on track. What would be the first thing our Emperorasque would go out and do after being reborn?
Anonymous
boom. small change, but worth it A bit Choasy, but hey, its the damn emperasque
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>>14746421 >east asian politics Might as well have got a degree in Ethnic Studies.
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>>14746460 Probably dismantle the eye of terror.
OR go after the Tyranids.
Eating Tyranids in battle...
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>>14746460 Eat the High Lords.
>gnsear protein Sure, capture, that might be one aspect to it.
Anonymous
>>14746460 put the Ultramarines back in place, eat Matt Ward, reform the Grey Knights and eat the Eye of Terror
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>>14746473 Go into the warp and take a dump on the front lawn of all the Chaos God's front lawns.
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>>14746383 Well mine ties in with adaptation to conditions, evolution, energy flow through ecosystems etc.
It touches on pretty much every part of biology.
Just like geographers not only map things but also do a whole load of other shit- but it tends to be focused more around people's interactions with the environment.
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>>14746473 Give dis man a cookie.
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>>14746473 Love the new addition
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>>14746502 >take a dump on the front lawn of all the Chaos God's front lawns >front lawn of all the Chaos God's front lawns >front lawn >front lawns Derp
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>>14746460 Eat a Black Crusade.
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>>14746491 >reform the Grey Knights From the force he had them made into? Derp.
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>>14746586 Well, the Chaos Gods are all roommates, and their one front lawn is sapient and owns several properties.
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>>14746586 Sorry, I've been drinking Guinness all night, slightly drunk.
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Is there any relation between this guy and Inquisitor Rex?
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Bumping for epic.
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This is awesome.
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The Emprasque 0-001-001-M42 This is the final log of Captain-General Imorta of the Adeptus Custodes. I have failed, and deserve this end. Only this morning, a beast of such horrifying size and power that I can not in confidence say it was not a Warp-Watcher appeared in the Hall of the Golden Throne. From whence it came, I can but guess that the long-ruined Webway portal in the base of what used to be the Golden Throne must have finally given out completely. The monstrosity moved at a speed I would not credited to any being of secular origins. I was returning from a meeting of the Senate of the High Lords when I entered the Hall, and Emperor forgive me, but at the sight of the beast I could but scream for the Titans which flanked the Golden Gates to attack, despite the fact that they were not cleared to do so. Bless them, they leapt at my order. The beast bounded forward, across the mammoth hall, and leaped at the Emperor atop his throne. I, and the Companions, sprinted forth, with the blasts of the Titans impacting – to no use! – against the daemon’s flank. As the beast reached one massive claw forward to swipe at His divine self, there was a brilliant, purple flash of light from its eyes. For a moment, I dared hope that the monstrosity had been slain by the Emperor’s Divine power, but I saw it was not to be. The monster vanished, taking the Emperor with it. What have I permitted? What have I allowed? I can never be forgiven as long as I live. I can seek only absolution in death.
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>>14746980 I have tasted paradise.
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Someone put this stuff up at the 1d4chan wiki
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this thread is magnificent
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>>14747036 Not done!
4-002-001-M42
From the personal journals of Astrofacilitrix Adepta Argyle of the Imperial Navy Falchion Frigate Iron Will
What the FUCK?
I was in the middle of a delicate conversation with the Fleet Master Telepath when a psychic wave enveloped the entire convoy. Immersed in the warp as we are, I can only bless the Navigator that we did not immediately fly into a sun or each other. All I or any other psychic in the fleet can do is remember a presence, as brilliant and awe-inspiring as the Astronomican itself, roaring past us in the immaterium with horrifying speed and power, reminding me quite a bit of the summoning of an Eldar Shard of Khaine on a world I was orbiting at the time.
I could hear a most horrifying call in the warp, rageful and joyous and anticipatory: “IT’S ABOUT BLOODY TIME!” as loud as if six thousand men were screaming it in my ear. We were heading to Cadia at the time, perhaps this…thing will be there? I rather hope not.
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More writefaggotry. Abbadon was having a pretty nice day. The sun was obscured by the smoke of burning loyalist flesh, the grass was dying faster than the pathetic Imperial Guard, and most importantly, his newest Crusade was about to succeed. The dawn of a new age, an age of his figure replacing the statues of the Emperor, an age in which he would attain godhood and join his masters, was ushering forth. Not even Creed could stop him now. He had surrounded himself in a wall of Titans, ready and equipped to deal with any surprise. Khorne and Nurgle had set aside their differences personally blessed this machines, and they were now avatars of war and neigh indestructible. Abbadon was praying that Creed would dare attempt and use his genius today. It would give him a perfect opportunity to crush the disgusting corpse-worshipper. When the thunderous sound of giant feet reached his ears, abbadon smiled, gave off a bloothirsty, almost orgasmic sigh and prepared to blow Creed's tactically inserted titan to bits. The last thing Abbadon saw was the glorious mouth of the Emprasque, the last thing he heard was the sound of his titans being splintered by teeth the size Imperators. The last words on his lips were "WHAT THE FUCK?" The legendary Imperial commander, watching the destruction of the Holy Emprasque from outside the planet's orbit smiled, took a puff of his cigar, and, too keep in tradition, played his favorite sound recording of Abbadon's: "CREEEEEEEED!"
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>>14747170 epic, keep going
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4-004-001-M42 Transcript of the holopict recording of the Daily Strategy Meeting, Kasr Prime, Cadia, Lord Castellan Creed presiding Activus Personae: Lord Castellan Ursarkar E. Creed, Supreme Commander Munitorum, Cadia Harald Deathwolf, Wolf Lord, Space Wolves Lord Commissar Blenkach, senior Commissarial representative to the Cadian Joint Task Force Lord Admiral Clenden, Supreme Commander Cadian Naval Task Group Mardeus, Cadia Master telepath, Adepta Astra Telepathica Jarran Kell, Colour Sergeant, Kasr Force *Castellan Creed summons order. Various sounds come in through the open window to the parade ground, [dogs, firing rounds, wake-up drill noises, engines]* Creed: Gentlemen, I’m afraid we must abandon our usual pleasantries. Something unexpected has occurred. I need to fill you all in as rapidly as possible. Deathwolf: Did Abbadon wake up cranky, or is it something genuinely unusual? *Several seconds pause, Sergeant Kell suppresses laughter* Creed: We – by which I mean Mardeus – have detected a Warp emanation approaching the Cadian gate. It will arrive within the hour. It’s not a ship, we can tell, but it does seem to be moving faster directly for the planet. Its point of origin is Terra.
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>this thread XD
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Clenden: Are there any Warp Storms between here and Terra, Sieur Mardeus? Mardeus: No. The Eye does not extend beyond us, and the Lady Naviagatris of your own fleet assures me that there are no distorting daemon worlds between us and Holy Terra. Clenden: Then we should account for the possibility that whatever it is, it may not be a servant of the Great Enemy. *Blenkach starts* Blenkach: And by what stretch of the imagination do you make that assumption? A warp entity this close to the Eye isn’t going to be safe to approach, and I don’t care if it’s Cypher himself, nothing that the Warp spits out lacks an agenda. Clenden: I said nothing about its trustworthiness, Lord Commissar. All I said was that it may not serve the Dark Gods. Creed: Whatever it is, its approach puts it on the surface in *checks watch* five minutes. *table dissolves into incoherent babbling for several seconds* Deathwolf: And we’re learning about it NOW? Mardeus: I learned of it myself less than fifteen minutes ago, Lord Deathwolf. I assure you, even seeing it at the speed it’s moving was nearly impossible. It’s moving faster than anything that isn’t in the Webway should be, and emitting a warp displacement the likes of which a Blackstone Fortress couldn’t match. A Tyranid Hive ship has a smaller presence in the immaterium. *Clenden stands* Clenden: The full force of Battlefleets Obscura, Gothic, Carredius, and fully one third of Solar stand ready to intercept this thing. And who knows, if it’s as dangerous as it sounds, and truly isn’t here to interfere with us, those Eldar of Ulthwé might even have a hand in it. *Clenden turns to Mardeus* Is there a possibility that this thing might be an Eldar craftworld that got sucked into the Warp? Mardeus: No chance. Craftworlds are harder to see at these distances, and they can not move that fast through the Warp. They aren’t even supposed to be able to enter it all, you’ll recall. con't
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*A shriek of terror, followed by a very loud THUD sound from the outside of the window. Creed and Kell leap to the window and Mardeus collapses. The light from outside visibly turns purple* Deathwolf: WHAT IN THE NAME OF LEMAN RUSS IS THAT THING?! Creed: I…I have no idea. *Inhuman roar sounds from beyond window. A cacophony of dogs barking and human screams begin from the parade grounds* *Mardeus yells in shock and passes into a coma. Blenkach draws his vox-caster* Blenkach: Artillery command! Fire control, active! Immediate effect, danger close! Target parade grounds and-*Creed grabs the vox-caster from Blenkach* Creed: Belay prior commands, artillery command. Target has departed. Blenkach: Departed?! It’s…gone?! Deathwolf: It’s gone, Lord Commissar. *Mardeus begins shivering, still comatose* Kell: Lord Creed, sir, shall I summon a medicae? Creed: Immediately, Kell. *Creeds sits down at the table and begins shaking his head* I never thought I see THAT. *the light from the window returns to the normal color of morning sunlight* Clenden: Why was it glowing? Why was it laughing? *Clenden pulls out his own vox-caster* Fleet command, this is Admiral Clenden. Track the object that emerged from the warp rift in the kasr parade ground at once. Where is it going? *several seconds pass* What the living hell do you mean, TOWARDS the Plaguemaster base?
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>>14747624 I would love to see the Ork and Tau points of view
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>>14747823 Well, I'm not done yet...
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4-004-001-M42 Plaguebearer Glubtil was not a complex daemon. He loved Papa Nurgle, and Papa Nurgle loved him. He loved Glubtil so much, he had given Glubtil the title of Plaguemaster, the first Plaguebearer ever to have that name! Glubtil was out on the hills of Cadia one morning, doing what he always did: watching that angry young Abbadon order people around. Glubtil sighed. He knew Papa loved Abbadon, but it never made sense to Glubtil why the Ascendant One was always so MAD! He got the chance to spread Papa’s love, along with those other powerful people in the warp, so why was he always going on about “vindication” this, and “vengeance” that, and “undying conquest” the other thing? Wasn’t it enough to just spread the virulent delights of the Deathgarden? Just as Glubtil made up his mind to go have a chat with young Abbadon and ask him that very thing, something changed. Glubtil didn’t like change much, unless it was showing people how much Papa loved them, but he couldn’t tell at first what was going on. A big yellow thing, larger than even old Uncle Bubonicus, jumped over the hill he was standing on! It looked like a big yellow dog, really, and Glubtil stared at it happily. He loved dogs. The dog didn’t stop to roll around in the Fetid Ground, though, he jumped right over them and went straight for that rascal Abbadon’s HQ. Glubtil watched, mesmerized, as the big yellow doggie jumped on top of the building and started yelling a whole lot. If Glubtil had still had his ears, it might have hurt!
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>>14747932 >He loved dogs. This brought tears to my eyes. Tears of joy. Props to you, good sir.
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If I was a daemon, and the Emperor becomes the Emperorasque. I'd defect.
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Abbadon the Despoiler, Lord of the Chaos Ascendants, Leader of Twelve Black Crusades (he still resented Doombreed stealing that fifth one from him), Disciple of the Eight-Pointed Star, and unquestioned leader of the Black Legions, was the nightmare of the High Lords of Terra. His was a name mentioned by parents to terrify their children. He was the only man to have ever refused daemonhood, and no human in the galaxy controlled the hosts of the Ruinous Mark as he did. At the moment, however, little of that mattered, however. For at that moment, Abbadon the Despoiler, First Captain of the Black, was getting his shit wrecked by a monster. “DESTROY THAT THING!” he screamed at the Black Legionnaires surrounding him. Several opened up on the four-legged monstrosity, and sheets of bolts, demonic fireballs, and even a few rockets poured at its flanks. As they approached its sides, the missiles seemed to freeze in midair. The demonic fire bounced off its hide, if they reached it at all, with many slamming into the frozen bolts and detonating them. Abbadon roared with hatred and frustration. “I’LL KILL THE BLOODY THING MYSELF!” He flourished the Talon of Horus, firing its macro-storm Bolter as he charged. The Sword of Drach’nyen gleamed in his other hand as he sprinted at the beast, with all the strength his ancient artificer armor could lend him. Abruptly, the monster pivoted its massive body to face him, staring down at the Warmaster with beady, purple eyes. Abbadon leaped at the creature, screaming his defiance.
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The monster reached one huge leg up and almost casually slapped the flying Marine aside. He slammed into the ranks of his own troops, bowling them down like flower stems in a tornado. Dazed, Abbadon scrambled for his sword, and his hand closed around the grip. He rolled to his feet and hefted the blade high, with both hands clenched tight. Before he could charge at the thing anew, however, it reared back on two legs and roared. “WHAT THE FLYING BUGGERANCE IS THIS?”
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>>14748266 It won't be any ordinary daemon that will join the Emperasque
Doombreed, pissed as fuck with the Chaos Marine lunacy that is Abaddon, Carron, and Doomrider, is impressed with the level of carnage that the Emperasque wreaked upon the Black Legion. After renouncing his allegiance to Khorne, Doombreed becomes burnmaimkillbuddies with the Emperasque, but this time messing shit up together against the Orks, Eldars, Tyranids, and other enemies of mankind.
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Abbadon nearly dropped his daemonsword in shock. “W…what?” “YOU HEARD ME, YOU DISGUSTING TRAITOR. HOW DARE YOU FOLLOW MY FAVORED SON INTO DAMNATION?” Abbadon shook his head. “You’ll not fool me, daemon! I know you to be a beast of the warp, trying to usurp me! I shall be the one to lead the Host of the Taint to Terra! I’ll carve your eyes from your skull!” He charged forward, as fast as his legs could take him. “YOU’LL DO NO SUCH THING, YOU PISSANT FAILURE,” the monstrosity roared, and slammed its forelegs into the ground. 130 tons of muscle and bone crashed into the ground, and Abbadon stumbled to a halt, mere meters from the colossal beast. It swept its head down to ground level and tossed the power-armored Chaos Champion aside like a ragdoll. “YOU SIT DOWN WHILE YOUR BETTERS ARE SPEAKING, ABBADON,” it roared. Abbadon crashed into the ground with a sound like a krak grenade going off in a piano store. “I’VE NO INTEREST IN YOUR WEAKNESS. BUT IF YOU’RE SO SURE YOU WANT TO HOLD MY ATTENTION…” it jumped forward, clear over the crumbling HQ building, and landed with its massive feet together, square on Abbadon’s shoulders. Abbadon screamed in sudden, terrorized agony as his limbs tore from their sockets with a sickening CRUNCH. The huge creature took a few steps backward, scraping Abbadon’s arms off on the rockcrete. “DO YOU SEE NOW YOUR FAILURE? YOU TURNED FROM MY PATH, AND FOLLOW HORUS INTO FAILURE. AND NOW, YOU HAVE NO ARMS TO LIFT IN DEFIANCE OF MY WILL.”
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>>14748426 fucking knew it would take his arms
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4-004-001-M42 Sergeant Lustig stared at the plateau before him with unconcealed confusion. It might have been embarrassing if anyone could have seen him, but he was secured under his ghillie blanket well enough. A distant nephew of the Captain Lustig who had served under the near-mythical Ciaphas Cain, he had been raised with his uncle’s stories about the mad things they had done in the Emperor’s service, like confronting a daemonette of Slaanesh with nothing but lasrifles, or running a Brood Lord over with a Salamander. Nothing his uncle had ever told him, however, prepared him for this. A creature, so huge it could have passed for a Titan if it were chrome-coated and bipedal, was jumping around on a group of Chaos Marines in the valley below. A few cultists were scrambling to escape it, but the Marines themselves seemed to be either transfixed at the sight of it, bleeding to death where the monster had crushed them, or carrying one of their fellows with the silliest-looking topknot Lustig had ever seen off to a waiting Rhino. The creature was easily shrugging off the few pitiful shots that were aimed at it, and Lustig had to remind himself that he was looking and anti-tank missiles. The monster finished off the few Marines and cultists that were left quickly enough, and stared at the departing Rhino as if contemplating chasing it. It seemed to decide against it, and swept its malevolent gaze across the landscape, pausing for a moment on the spot where Lustig had noticed a Nurglite daemon watching the carnage. The daemon waved at the huge beast and wandered off, and the colossal creature continued to sweep the valley.
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The vast creature’s gaze fell upon Lustig’s position, and Lustig opened his mouth in a silent gasp of terror. The creature seemed to grin from its bizzare, many-fanged mouth, and threw itself forward into a running lope that devoured the distance between them as fast as it had devoured the Chaos cultist that had tried to jump on it, moments after it had jumped on the topknot marine’s shoulders. Lustig screamed in pure, gut-wrenching horror, throwing off his ghillie blanket and sprinting for the monocycle he had left at the base of the hill behind him. The thunderous sound of gigantic feet behind him informed him that he wasn’t going to make it. The vast creature leaped over the hill and landed mere inches behind the luckless Sergeant, who was launched through the air by the impact, and tumbled to the grass, knocking the wind right out of him. He rolled to his back and gasped for air as the horrible beast leaned over him, not even winded. It opened its mouth with a blast of foul air, and the part of Lustig that wasn’t scrambled by the landing resigned himself to his imminent digestion.
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>>14748426 >NOW, YOU HAVE NO ARMS TO LIFT YES!
I WANTED IT TO HAPPEN, AND THEN IT HAPPENED!
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holy shit you guys this so much fun to write Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO Fri 29 Apr 2011 12:18:00 No. 14748927 Report >>14748824 I aim to please. I occasionally hit, too.
“DO NOT RUN FROM ME, MORTAL.” Lustig blinked, his panicked mind wondering if the Munitorum had dispatched a sanctionite to rescue him. Certainly the voice echoed in his mind as well as his ears. “YOU HAVE THE HONOR OF WITNESSING MY FIRST BATTLE ACTION IN ELEVEN THOUSAND YEARS. STOP LOOKING LIKE A FISH.”
Lustig could only gape. “What? Are…aren’t you a demon?”
“WHAT?” the creature roared. Lustic clapped his hands to his ears in pain. “ME? A DEMON? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I’M CLEARLY THE EMPEROR OF ALL…OH.” The thing looked down at its body in bemusement. “I GUESS I CAN’T BLAME YOU FOR THAT, HUH?” The thing took a few steps back. “GET UP.”
Lustig scrambled to his feet, his legs understandably wobbly. The creature continued. “I HADN’T REALIZED I WOULD LOOK LIKE THIS FOREVER. THIS WILL MAKE THE JOB A BIT HARDER, WON’T IT?”
I’m consorting with a demon, Lustig told himself, giddy with fear still. “What do you mean?” he asked aloud, waiting for sanity to reassert itself. It didn’t.
“WELL, FIRST THINGS FIRST, I’M GOING TO GO TELL THAT CREW-CUT WALKING RECRUITMENT POSTER WHO CALLS HIMSELF ROBUTE GUILLIMAN TO MAN THE FUCK UP AND GROW HIS NECK BACK. I SURVIVED NINE THOUSAND YEARS WITHOUT RUNNING WATER, HE CAN REGROW HIS JUGULAR. HONESTLY.”
There really didn’t seem to be too much to say, Lustig thought, so he kept silent. He just stared at the creature, and eventually it spoke again to break up the awkward silence. “TELL CREED…I LIKE WHAT HE’S DONE WITH THE PLACE.” Then, with a crack of displaced air that nearly sucked Lustig back off his feet, the thing vanished in a purple cloud of mist.
Lustig collapsed again, staring at the rapidly dissipating cloud as if it would spit his wits back out. Well, he thought to himself, at least I can finally one-up my uncle’s stories.
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>>14748927 Jolly good show chap.
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4-006-001-M42 The observation void platforms of Macragge are, by necessity, among the best left in the galaxy. It was that world, the home of the Ultramarines, the second birthplace of Robute Guilliman, that drove Hive Fleet Behemoth to pieces, and houses the mortal remains of the second greatest leader the Imperium has ever known. The void platforms, named Calgar, Tigurius, and Cassius, for the three leaders of the Ultramarines, were the templates used to design the great Void Stations of Armageddon, which helped prevent the loss of that world to the Orks. It was these stations that first detected something approaching the planet from the direction of Segmentum Obscurus. The return of a splinter fleet could not be discounted, and so the full force of the first, second, fifth, and ninth companies of the Ultramrines, the finest warriors of the Astartes, were assembled at the northern polar fortress, which had managed to hold off even the Dominatrix of Behemoth. Librarian Tigurius, perhaps the most potent human psyker in the galaxy barring the Emperor Himself, joined Chapter Master Calgar before the stasis-locked form of Primarch Gulliman in the Shrine of the Temple of Correction, seeking one final prayer of guidance from Chaplain Cassius. The black-clad old Marine slowly raised his hands in prayer before the frozen body of his genetic predecessor. “We seek your beneficence, Lord Guilliman, and the guidance of the Emperor on Earth, blessed be the Golden Throne. May the defense of the innocents of Macragge be steadfast, and the protection of the honor of the Chapter never falter.”
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All my life I've served the emperor. For three hundred years, I have smote the alien, the demon and the heretic with silent devotion. For three hundred years I have felled The Emperor's enemies with my boltgun, my chainsword and my armored hands when all else failed me. I have done this without ever falling to the barbaric shouting of my traitor counterparts, or the machismo chest-beating of the Imperial Guard. The traitors scream to terrify, the Guard to steel themselves, but it was never the way of the Iron Saints chapter of the Adeptus Astartes. Then came the day I will never forget. Beleaguered on Cadia, my fallen brothers all around me, I saw death in the form of a Black Legion warband bearing down on me. I accepted my fate with grim resolve and saw to silencing as many heretics as I could before I would let my life be taken. That was when He came. A golden beast that dwarfed the Titans it had left it ruins behind it bounded into the fray. In mere moments it killed the hundred traitors still standing. My brothers and I, barely a dozen remaining of the full company that deployed, looked into the beast's eye and knew the truth. Our Emperor had returned. "WHY SO GLUM, KIDDO." He roared with honest glee, "WE HAVE WORK TO BE DOING!" For the first time since donning my holy armor, I gave in to pure emotion. A cry of pure joy left my lungs. The Emperorasque smiled, as much as he could, and lead us into battle.
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Suddenly, Chief Librarian Tigurius rose to his feet, disrupting the sermon. He spun to gape at the ceiling. Calgar looked up at him is surprise. “What is it, old friend?” Tigurius cradled his head in his hands. “I…I feel a great, terrible, divine power. It approaches us, Marneus, with the winds of the Warp at its back.” Cassius joined Calgar and the rest of the assembled Ultramarines, and the thousands of pilgrims, Ecclesiarchal drones, and PDF honor guards in staring at the ceiling, as if they would suddenly develop the same psychic powers as the Librarian, and see what he saw. Calgar grimaced. “A divine power…is it one of those accursed Eldar Warp entities, Avatars?” Tigurius shook his head, nearly weeping tears of joy. “No, Lord battle-brother, it is nothing so profane…such a presence…it can only be our Emperor himself!” Calgar felt his jaw drop. “Impossible!” he proclaimed without thinking. Realizing his mistake, he continued. “The Emperor sits the Golden Throne, never to march alongside mortal Man again.” “Apparently not, brother,” the wizened psyker whispered. “He comes to us.” Cassius turned to the frozen body of Guilliman and bowed his head, grinning. “It seems,” he said faintly, “that my prayers are to be answered.” The pilgrims scattered throughout the vast sepulcher started gibbling to themselves, several taking a reverent knee, others fainting from the shock. The PDF honor guard were little better, milling about uncertainly, and the Ecclesiarchs around the room clustered before the body of Robute Guilliman, locked in its eternal rictus of pain, the poisoned wounds at its neck clear to see.
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Abruptly, the sky beyond the adamantium sepulcher turned a vivid purple, as the warp being flashed into existence outside. The faithful fell to their knees and sobbed, the Ultramarines stood true and proud, and the Ecclesiarchy minions called out His most Divine name in rapturous joy. For several seconds, there was nothing but a howling wind beyond the walls of the vast, mountainous temple. Then, with a suddenness that shocked the assembled mass of humanity, a loud WHAM sounded from the ceiling above the marble throne. The Ultramarine contingent visibly tensed, and the gray-haired Tigurius nearly toppled. Calgar caught his arm, baffled. “What is it, brother? What just happened?” Tigurius shook his head. “The…the God-Emperor, he can’t…this can’t be…” Before Calgar could ask him what he meant, a deafening roar sounded from above the building. “DEAREST ROBUTE, WHY DID YOU ALLOW YOURSELF SUCH TASTE IN ARCHITECTURE? I MEAN, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE ECONOMICALLY-MINDED ONE.” The ceiling shook visibly, the ancient marble and adamantium buckling under a vast impact that threw the standing gathering to the ground, save only the most sure-footed of the Space Marines. The voice continued. “I MEAN, JAGHATAI NEVER NEEDED A TEMPLE THE SIZE OF AN AIRCRAFT CARRIER. HE HAD A HORSE AND A GUY WITH LIGHTNING IN HIS ASS AND A MOTORCYCLE THE SIZE OF A BUS. WHAT MORE DID HE NEED?” The whole building, walls of armor and all, shook with the force of the next slam. Everyone left standing toppled to the ground. “AND RATHER MORE TO THE POINT, WHO BUILDS A TEMPLE OUT OF FUCKING ARMOR? WERE YOU THAT AFRAID OF DORN STICKING HIS BOOT UP YOUR ASS? DID THOSE WOLVES RUSS YOU TO HAVE SCARE YOU THAT BADLY?”
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>>14749337 you to have = used to have
>>14749308 thank you guys!
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Finally, the ceiling gave way, and a hole big enough to fly a Marauder through appeared in the abused roof. Vast chunks of the building fell inward around the hole, sending the pilgrims scrambling for their lives. Tigurius overcame his stupor to dazedly knock the bigger chunks harmlessly aside, as an enormous orange animal fell through the hole. It landed with an earth-shaking THUD at the foot of the throne, knocking Cassius aside like a bowling pin. The enormous creature stared at the figure of Robute Guilliman on the throne, and in a rather more reasonable tone, continued. “SHIT, SON, THAT GLITTERY TRAITOR FULGRIM REALLY FUCKED YOU UP, DIDN’T HE? GOOD THING SLAANESH USED HIM FOR TOILET PAPER.” The creature padded up the flight of stairs leading to the throne, with the Ultramarines at its feet gazing on in astonishment. The monster looked at the man with…what? Pity? Sorrow? Regret? At length, it spoke again. It was still gazing at the blue-armored man on the marble chair, but its words were directed at the Ultramarines. “HEY, YOU GUYS. LISTEN, GO GET IN TOUCH WITH WHOEVER’S RUNNING THE BLACK TEMPLARS, THESE DAYS, HUH? I HAVE A DOCTOR’S APPOINTMENT TO BE AT.” With no more talking, and no pomp or bombast at all, the colossal monster vanished with a thunderclap of displaced air, taking the stasis-protected Primarch with him. Marneus Calgar, the man who punched Khaine to death, the Space Marine who broke Behemoth over his knee, stared at the empty space his bestial Emperor and spiritual liege had just vacated. All he could manage, with his centuries of oratorical skill, was a single “What the FUCK?”
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>>14749509 You fucker, now it's unstoppable!
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Holy shit, this has seven positive votes in sup/tg/ already? You guys are awesome. NEXT TIME ON EMPEROR TARRASQUE: WHEN ELDAR ATTACK (and by next time I mean about ten minutes)
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4-006-001-M42 Astropathic communication, as humans know it, is a complex and unpleasant thing. First, one must actually be soul-stripped and rebuilt, and if that doesn’t kill you, you invariably go blind. Not all races came into psychic power as humans did. Some races had it far before the advent of the Dark Gods rendered it unusable. The Eldar possess a very refined form of, and are able to shape into many forms, from divination to pyrokinesis. The Orks have a very simple form of it, binding their Wyrds to the primal force of the WAAAAAAGH. The Slaan are even more in tune than the Eldar they helped create, though they have withdrawn from the universe to meditate and taunt the lesser races. Rumors abound regarding the Tau Etherials. But one thing is for certain: there are few psyker forces more potent than ten Eldar Craftworld Farseers in one place. It was Farseer Macha of Biel-tan who called the meeting to order. Her voice cut through the low hum of the other assembled path-lost Seers with all the authority she could muster. “I need hardly tell you all why we’re here. The Mon-keigh Emperor is back, and he’s merged with a Warp Beast. It’s a type we’ve never seen before, with all the psychic, physical, and mental capacity that both have wielded at their peaks combined. The question is: do we attack, watch from a distance, or help out?” Her brusque manner caused a few hackles to rise among the more conservative, older Farseers, but nobody said anything. Finally, Spiritseer Iyanna Arienal of Iyanden spoke. “What choice have we? This was something literally none of us saw. We have no choice but to let the events play out and hope that we can direct the re-emerging Imperium in a favorable direction. After all, we are only at war because of actions of Uldred, who is gone, and Fulgrim, who betrayed the humans. This…new Emperor may be amenable to common sense.
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“Perhaps, Iyanna, but the return of an entity such as their Emperor, bound to a Warp Beast of nearly indestructible strength, is not a force we can hope to direct. Frankly, Maugan Ra himself would be ill-equipped to battle such a monster if ever it would attack us,” Farseer Dra’aniel of Alaitoc replied. “I think that quietly letting it…him…know that we know it exists would be wise, if only to drive it to caution. It can not withstand the might of the Eldar Assembled.” “No,” Arienal said tightly, “but neither can we afford to direct our full might against it. We are already at war with no fewer than two entire Imperial Battlegroups. How many of our Craftworlds harbor our enemies at the moment? Two? How many more have we lost? Nine?” “Your point?” Macha replied icily. “We can hardly wait to FUCK!” She spun around as every head in the room twisted to gaze at the distant Wraithub of Ulthwé, where the vast Webway Gates that ferried her troops into battle stood. A horrible, sickly, green glow was emanating from one of the largest gates, and Macha reeled. Her half-sister, Taldeer of Ulthwé, clasped her shoulder for a moment, and Macha shook her head free of inborn superstition. “Those accursed Necron…they are at the gates! Prepare for immediate combat!”
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>>14749864 >Macha can hardly wait to FUCK Well played.
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>>14749864 We can hardly wait to FUCK! Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO
>>14749935 >>14749940 I hoped you guys would like that. Kinda surprised nobody mentioned the Cain reference.
Anyway, I have a few more bits coming, then bed. Keep this raft afloat, children.
>Day petsith what
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>>14749959 I didn't catch the reference, sorry., Still don't see it.
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>>14750018 It was the Lustig thing a few pages up. never mind, i'ts 2:00 am and i'm drifting off
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>>14750024 OOOH! Well you outright said he was related to the Lustig from Cain. It wasn't hidden enough to need comment.
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On the streets below, Guardians in their thousands mustered. The vast, enclosed skies of the Craftworld seemed to come alive as small fliers darted out from innumerable towers and hangars, bringing the citizen soldiers of the Craftworld to battle. Ulthwé was not one of the more populous Craftworlds, but it still could field a chilling force in its own defense. Before the gates themselves, the Aspect warriors of Ulthwé, and the guards of the Seers that had convened for this phenomenally poorly-timed meeting took positions. A wraithlord rumbled forth from a nearby shrine, and several dozen Warp Spiders took cover behind the structure of the Gates themselves. And a single human in a ski mask carefully coiled the right sleeve of his shirt up to the shoulder, to prevent the passage of blood from interrupting his aim. Taldeer, as the ranking Farseer present at the meeting, was first to arrive, her face grim behind her mask. Her “partner’s” total absence from sight didn’t surprise her; the human was remarkably good at remaining concealed. The gates were starting to look downright necrotic now, with the deeply unnerving greenish glow starting to shimmer from invisible points in the air, rather than just emanating from the frame of the gates themselves. Several Wave Serpents settled to the ground before the gate complex, and over fifty more Banshees piled out, brandishing their glittering weapons. Taldeer sighed to herself as the light from the gates grew brighter and brighter, the security they had put in place to prevent the Webway from ever being used against them in their own homes clearly failing. “I wonder…” she asked herself aloud, pulling a few small blue runestones from her pocket. She knelt, casting them to the ground and watching their movements. Her brow wrinkled as one seemed to hover in midair, then gasped as it shot towards the ceiling.
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ok bed now my oddish is baked you guys i'll writefag it up some more on the dawnrise>college, butinni the fuck
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I love you, /tg/.
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>>14748426 >"YOU HAVE NO ARMS TO LIFT IN DEFIANCE OF MY WILL." >YOU HAVE NO ARMS >NO ARMS Anonymous
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>>14750133 >>14750143 But I wanna know what happens next! just finish the story arc?
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>>14750133 >mfw love can bloom reference Anonymous
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Bumping for the sheer awesomeness contained in this thread.
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MOAR FOR THE MOAR GAWD. POST FOR THE POST THRONE!
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>yfw a new order of spess marines are formed from the Emperorasque's gene seed.
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So a summary: A Tarrasque appears on Holy Terra and merges with the soul of the God-Emperor to become the Star Child. Creed and Tusken Raiders joins the Emperasque as his new retinue. Everywhere he goes, the Emperasque eats the Hive Mind, the Eye of Terror, Abaddon's arms, and the Ward-era Grey Knights. A new Space Marine Chapter with a Tarrasque gene-seed is underway. Am I on target here?
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It's like Tarrasquemas!
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Ok back for a while greasing the writefag-O-tronic 23000 back up ON THE NEXT EPISODE OF THE EMPERASQUE GREASY DEAD ROBOTS UNCANNY MARKSMANSHIP AND SOMEONE (might) DIE DUN DUN DUUUUHHH
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>>14753201 mybodyisready.jpg
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This. Is. Glorious.
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>>14753426 I never do this but:
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-
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Well blimey. Discreet bump too.
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baaaaack you delightful ca/tg/irls, producing faggotry~
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>>14753201 >AND SOMEONE (might) DIE >(might) >WH40K >mfw Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO
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“That’s…not supposed to happen…” she managed to say, just before the shimmering green glow broke out of the gates. A Necron Pariah stepped forth from the webway, brandishing its gauss stave. A warp spider, hiding behind the arch of the webway gate, pressed its weapon to the machine’s back and pulled the trigger. The Pariah flew apart with a horrid screech, but was quickly replaced by two more, who body-slammed the warp spider into the gate arch with a sickening CRACK. One of the two Pariahs lurched backward with a sizzling crater in its chest, and half a second later, an unmistakable *click* noise echoed from the top of a nearby tower. Taldeen smirked. The assassin was clearly not in poor form from his time in traction. The final Pariah fell to a sheet of shuriken from the Guardian phalanx protecting her, and her eyes were drawn back to the runestone, now lost high in the air. Despite the chaos caused by the sudden emergence of the Necrons, she couldn’t help but wonder what could have caused it. Abruptly, a Tomb Spyder shot out of the gate. The Dark Reaper bodyguard accompanying Taldeer opened up on the base of machine’s hover-pads, dropping it like a stone. Taldeer noted with a start that it had already been damaged before it arrived, trailing sparks from its necrodermis shell. The green glow from the gates suddenly shut off, and the Webway node slowly started to shut down. Taldeer blinked in confusion. “Wait, that’s it? They only sent four units?” Iyanna’s Wraithlord clanked up to rest alongside her, with the Spiritseer herself looking over the (limited) carnage in confusion. “Did we not see a much larger force approaching?” Taldeer nodded and doffed her melm. “We saw a whole battalion.”
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One of the Pariahs lurched back up suddenly. Taldeer gasped and drew her sidearm, but another distinctive *click* sounded from the tower, and the Pariah flew apart at the seams. “I’m the ghost in their machine,” the Vindicare’s voice intoned in her ear. Taldeer tried to suppress a smirk.
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i'll post more when I get home from work. KEEP SHIT FLOATING, BOYOS (and if you liked the Eldar chapter, just prepare your bodies for the Tau)
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BILLY MAYS HERE! THIS IS GREAT QUALITY WRITEFAGGOTRY, NO IMA GO SNORT SOME MORE OXYCLEAN, IT CLEANS YOUR BRAIN WITH THE POWER OF OXYCLEAN!!
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>>14754242 >"I'm the ghost in their machine" Dohohohohoho.
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>>14754267 Universe At War: Earth Assault references!
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>>14754242 If he blows the spirit out of the machine,does that make him deus ex machina?
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I have not loved /tg/ this much in almost a year. I strayed from the path of light, allowed the heresy of other boards to cloud my mind! Know now, my brother fa/tg/uys, my faith is renewed!
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Haven't used this image in years. You've earned it, guys.
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Well fuck! I came in here to writefag because I left this page open for a while while I was in class. It only had 26 posts back then. Now I come back to this. I goddamn love this board.
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Bump for more of the story!
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MOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!!
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Cannot resist... have to drawfag... Emprahasque protect us!
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bumping with a bear
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>>14755356 I fucking love you
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Transcript of vox-transmission near station Drakontas-4 FOR INQUISITORIAL PERSONAL ONLY ???: -atch me through to our lord now! ???: As you order, it shall be done. <........> ???: What is this meaning of this converse? ???: My lord and master, Cypher has succeed in his goal. The beast has been released within the Golden Throne. ???: And the Emperor? ???: Reborn as the Star Child at long last. He has already begun to adorn the galaxy with his magnificence. That fool Abaddon has been injured beyond repair, and our reborn lord removed Guilliman from his throne on Macragge. ???: *chuckle* Excellent. The fruits of our ancient scheme have finally shown themselves. Soon the Galaxy will be utterly conquered by the ultimate God-Emperor, and we shall fight by him in his true glory! HYDRA DOMINATUS! ???: HYDRA DOMINATUS! <........> ???: *snicker* Just as planned. Wait, why is the signal jammer of-
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>>14755356 This thread is the best thing I've seen all week. Y'all are AWESOME.
FOR THE EMPERORASQUE!
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I just ejaculated a rainbow!
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>>14755504 >Alphas planned the whole thing Anonymous
>>14755504 I fucking knew it.
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>>14755504 ALPHA LEGION WINS AGAIN
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So wait, if the Emperor became the Emperasque, would that make the everyone less xenophobic?
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BESTEST THREAD ON THE /tg/ SINCE MONTHS!!! AND STILL ALIVE AND KICKIN AFTER A DAY!
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>>14755527 >>14755550 >>14755576 Fuck, now I'm tempted to make an Alpha Legion warband that worships the Emperasque.
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All right lads, ladies, and LARpers, time for the thrilling conclusion of the Eldar segment of this adventure. Coming up next, Whatever Happened to the Mongol Crusader?>cthulu nuarsh what the double diggity dickings is captcha on about