With Mars stripped of its resources all eyes are upon Terra. There stands the Omnissiah and the Lord Praetorian who both look out into a Galaxy of War. Soon comes Horus to exact his wrath upon the Emperor. Only through sacrifice will the Heretics be kept at bay, with grudges rising to the top. ++The Rules++>Vote with Greentext, otherwise they probably won’t be accepted.>Write-ins can be accepted, and might even be used in the final without majority rule.>If you are going to change your vote, make it so your post only links to the numbers of the previous vote. It's cleaner that way.>If you mix votes together without modifying them in any way, I reserve the right to employ your top most pick as your vote. Claiming it as a write-in won’t work either unless you modify it to convince me otherwise.Archives:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%20Machine%20QM
Terra was, as always, a planet of golden sands. It was devoid of all waters that were previously on the world, such precious liquids being drained into the warmachines of both the original Terran Federation as well as the Mechanicum of Mars. Water, after all, was a valuable resource no matter where you went. Upon Terra where the waters were not only plentiful but purified enough for void travel was beyond any shipman’s dream. For yes a vessel could visit a planet like Europa for water needs but the ice and waters would all be contaminated with some form of plague or impurity that would bring harm to the crew and people. Terra, and planets like it, do not suffer from such problems. Traveling from Mars to Terra was easily done due to the alignment of the planets. Rogal Dorn had picked the correct time for him to infiltrate the Red Planet and as such created the perfect chance for them to reap the benefits of a decision. Mars, when the Omnissiah glanced back, was devoid of large amounts of machines and divinity that it once held. Taken by the Imperial Fists for their Fortress upon Terra the home of the Cult Mechanicus was as close to its original state when humans first began their colonization of the world. The Worshiper was saddened by this and so was the Will of his God. Both of them were enjoyers of these machines and stripping the planets of them was something that was profound in action. To do so to Mars could be seen as a Heresy. However it was the Adeptus Mechanicus who carried out such ‘heresy’ for they accepted the state of affairs for what it was.The Cult Mechanicus would become but a gone if the Emperor falls. The Void Dragon’s gambit to having a chosen people gone as the Gods of another realm simply turn the material reality into their plaything. In the Emperor, the one who the Machine God would claim to be the God of Mankind, was the source of their safety. He needed to survive lest Chaos reigned. Such was the reason they traveled to Terra. To build the final defense against the coming onslaught.
Kelbor Hal was upon one of the many ships that were transporting men and material from the Holy World of Mars to the Cradle of Humanity, Terra. Twenty three hours ago the Imperial Fists, supported by Legio Tempestus and House Taranis, fell the siege upon the capital of the Adeptus Mechanicus. During that time Kelbor had brought up the Skitarii and Automatons that were under his control and led a break out attempt upon the Hereteks who had tried to take the city as their own. It was a slaughter that Kelbor Hal would approve of if he was not slaughtering his own people. It was a massive drain upon the resources of Mars and was also filled to the brim with treachery! It was hard for he himself to rationalize the sheer amount of heresy that was upon the Mechanicus in this dire hour. Horus Lupercal, spawn of the False Omnissiah, had declared himself to be freeing the Imperium from the Tyranny of Mortals. At that time Kelbor thought that the Warmaster’s heresy was only going to be limited to the Emperor but the strike upon Mars proved his thoughts wrong. Granted, he was still prepared for something. Legio Mortis was present upon the planet and it was obvious that their Siege Engines had served alongside Horus. The only issue was that Kelbor was not willing to bring war to Mars and scar it for simple paranoia. Such a thought was reasonable since the reason for Horus’s Heresy was for the surpirority of Transhumans. Kelbor was poking Mortis, trying to get them to realize that siding with such a maniac was not in the best interest of Mars. Then the Hereteks released their attack upon the infrastructure of Mars. He did not expect the kinds of Technosorcery to be employed across the systems. How even listening to the script was enough to infect a system with the virus of corruption. Kelbor had sent several spies out after learning that the Noosphere was safe to use, thus learning how the legions of damnation carried themselves like puppets in a theater. He was played by something else. Clearly it was not a human force for it did not seem to care about what was to be protected or not. Only that the Hereteks it now controlled wished to either taint as many machines it could get its hands upon or destroy as many lives as possible. It was during the darkest hour when Kelbor realized this that it began to rain upon Mars. As it rained, he witnessed through the eyes of his minions his arrival. Kelbor had kept such information in Databanks for a while, finally pulling it out as he realized who was also upon this vessel with him. He had been placed upon the Onus Probandi for transport to Terra with its Captain being TalOS DAV1S. Or, as Kelbor understood these days, to be the Omnissiah.
The bridge was in some way a throne room for the captain. Such a fact was done on purpose by the Cult Mechanicus for whoever was at the head of the vessel was always the highest ranking Tech Priest upon the vessel. There had been some demonstrations of analytics in relation to competency of Tech Priests in these positions but ultimately such individuals who excelled in Void Combat would be relegated as either Servitors or High-Value crew who answered to the Tech Priest. Such was the reason Kelbor was correct when he assumed that the being who was called the Omnissiah was within the room. Whatever awe the Fabricator General initially felt was lost as he already paid witness to the arrival of the being that had turned themselves to face him. Instead of the majesty to the fact that the Omnissiah walked among them influencing his mind, Kelbor took the three milliseconds before bowing to the being to get a good look upon him. The being wore the robes of Lucius with the distinct red stripe signifying their existence as a Crusader. The air around these robes, as well as the body itself, was in some way filled with green energy of the Motive Force. Kelbor realized this fact by simply watching as these lightlning-like energies flowed through the air. They did not disturbed the air but instead changed the concept of what that air was. Such things were easily realized as Kelbor used an internal Omnispex to witness the change in temperature. If it was simple electricity it would only heat. As if going against the Divine Laws of Physics, these strands of power instead heated, cooled, or even did nothing. Underneath those robes, where flesh could be seen, was a clear gray of metal. Upon it were a series of crackles that the odd green electricity flowed out of. Some of these changed rapidly, some of them did not. What Kelbor noted was how the form the Omnissiah took was that of Man’s Divine Form. And then, to fulfill the complex sightings that Kelbor was reading upon this being, was the face. It was TalOS with high cheekbones and powerful stare that would cut through man and machine. It held within the sockets soft green eyes of welcome. A sense of emotion that Kelbor realized was proof that the being was still, in some way, TalOS. +Rise, Fabricator General.+ Declared the Omnissiah, +Speak your questions and inquiries so that we may realize the future together.+ Kelbor felt, for a moment, the sheer divine power that flowed with those words. They were hard to resist and keep his mind in tact for the words he was about to speak. +Then I ask you, Omnissiah, why are you tearing apart Mars?+ >So that Humanity will live>To make sure Mars remains>Honoring old oaths of loyalty.
>>5666785Well I fucked up and numbered this 15 instead of 16. Nothing I can do now. If a jannie sees this let me know, I might want it deleted for such a dumb mistake.
>>5666792>To make sure Mars remains>Honoring old oaths of loyalty.I am bound to two empires and I see a future where they will burn down Mars in an effort to bring me out of our defenses.We must win and rebuild after destroying these hereteks, not only here but across the stars
>>5666792>To make sure Mars remains>Mars will not survive the tide that is coming if we make the stand here. But if we fortify Terra, but what we can bring with us shall remain, and what is left may be overlooked.>Mars is it's people, it's knowledge and artifacts. Buildings can rebuilt. This is a new Ark, for a new age.
>>5666792>To make sure Mars remainsStupid kelbor, out of the loop it seems?
>>5666809Re do it. Last thread. The crowning jewel. Worth it.Fitting for a Chronomancer/ Technomancer to undo mistakes
>>5666792>To ensure the survival of Mars. Elaboration:>That which is taken by the heretics is corrupted, lost forever. I could not *save* the Dies Irae. I do not want that to befall Mars. >Mars is not the red rock, Kelbor. Mars is you and your people.>With your people alive, uncorrupted, and with my knowledge, Mars can be rebuilt. "The Omnissiah knows all, comprehends all."
>>5666792All three of those are true but I'd say the best would be something like:>So that Humanity and the Mechanicus survive.The objective is to concentrate all available resources on Terra to limit the wound that Horus will inflict upon humanity as much as possible. If Mars tries to stop him then it will face his might alone and if they don't then they forsake the rest of humanity.
>>5666812>support
> Write in: With this, Earth shall become as Marrs was. Mars shall be saved from destruction and we shall rebuild it new and perfect from it's ruins.
>>5666792>Mars remainsWe need the dragon in one piece after all...
>>5666792whatever wins, i want it mentioned that it wasn't an easy choice to make and that Rogal Dorn, the stoic and honorable pretorian of Terra has Promised for terra to give its support to Mars rebuilding.
>>5666792>If Horus attacked Mars as it's was, the cult would be destroyed. If the cult fights alongside the Imperials, there is a chance the cult will survive.>This is the best chance we have to rebuild all that has not been lost yet. This is the logical action to take.
>>5666792>To make sure Mars remains
>>5666792>To make sure Mars remains.
>>5667028TalOS should have also promised Rogal Dorn that he would help rebuild Terra if Dorn died I'm surprised he didn't.
>>5666792>To ensure the survival of Mars. >Mars is its people, its knowledge and artifacts.>"The Omnissiah knows all, comprehends all."Nothing will be lost so long as the Omnissiah survives.
>>5666792>>So that Humanity will live
>>5667112>>SupportThe Omnissiah taketh, and the Omnissiah buildeth again.
So Mars Remains>>5666811>>5666812>>5666813>>5666819>>5666830>>5666974>>5667036>>5667049>>5667103>>5667112>>5667279Humanity's Survival>>5666821>>5667226
The Omnissiah responded curtly and without error within his voice, +If we keep Mars equipped with weapons it will draw the attention of Horus and his fighters. If we try to fortify our home then it will be destroyed by the will of Horus at great punishment to his cause. In the end, he does not need Mars, he only needs Terra.+ Cold rationalism was within the voice of the Omnissiah as he spoke. Such a term, the Omnissiah Speaking, was indeed the correct term to be used if Kelbor was to compare his experience with such a being to any other. He was fluent in the tongue of machines by virtue of his own tongue, not by using Machines to augment an already existing voice. It conveyed the emotions of the Omnissiah’s thoughts well enough. One could reasonably see this as a cold declaration might have been the only thoughts for the being. They were not, however, for instead the traces of pain and anguish flowed like heated oil through the air that carried his communication to Kelbor. The Omnissiah did not like these turn of events. He did not enjoy seeing everything their people have built being stripped away for what was the war of another people. They had been pulled kicking and screaming into the War by the actions of others and now must forfeit their home because of it. +Have you arranged its reconstruction?+ A logical question for Kelbor to then ask, for they needed some foresight of the future to make it through the present. +If I am still able to interact with existence as I am now, then it shall be done by my hands.+ The Omnissiah spoke simply, +If I am to become inoperable then Rogal Dorn shall take my position as builder. I had found these terms acceptable for our participation.+Kelbor took in the information with caution. His eyes scanning the possible outcomes that were now presenting themselves to him. It was not a hard determination, +It was a good deal. If his prowess is used Mars shall be greater than it ever had been.+ +Such was a reasonable thought. Things are dire, even to myself, but if we survive than we will be facing the darkness ahead of us with a grand light.+ The Omnissiah answered as he looked in the direction of what Kelbor knew to be Mars.
Kelbor kept his silence to allow the divine to think about whatever he wishes. If it was anyone else he would have been annoyed at that prospect but the Fabricator General both respected the man the Omnissiah was and was still a fervent follower of the Cult Mechanicus. To him there were some things that were but cloth over the eyes, stuff like the Emperor being the Omnissiah. These were however set dressing that a majority of his followers understood. It was known that the Omnissiah had yet arrived. That the Emperor was not the divine they were waiting for. Only the being before Kelbor Hal now fit what he thought the Machine God’s Prophet would be and especially as he appeared in their darkest hour. Finally the Omnissiah turned to face the Fabricator General of Mars once again, +My apologies. Even during these dire days my mind drifts amongst the stars.+ +I cannot expect a being like yourself to care for only us here and now.+ Kelbor admitted with what might have been too much humility for someone like him, +You are the Omnissiah, a Prophet to all of the Mechanicus. You wonder for there is more to reality than what I see.+ +You are correct, deeply so.+ The Omnissiah agreed, +This fight is not only on the material front but the mystical and metaphysical. So much is bending and turning that it is hard to keep a staunch defense on all fronts.+ +Then allow me control of your servants, those who follow us as I have before.+ Kelbor placed forward to his Prophet, +If you must fight elsewhere than I shall assist you.+ +Do so.+ The Omnissiah simply answered. Kelbor gave a firm knowing nod as he declared next, +What shall be my parameters? Is there a focus on the forges and complexes upon Terra?+ >Food Production>Ammo and the arms for them>As much manpower as can be salvaged.
>>5667739QM, is it implicitly understood that if Dorn dies, TalOS will also be the one to help rebuild Terra?I'm curious why that argument was rather one sided. Does Dorn believe himself invincible?
>>5667740>Food ProductionAlways
>>5667740>Ammo and the arms for themIt's going to be a long siege
>>5667740>Ammo and the arms for them Food is a non-issue. This will not be a traditional siege. Horus does not have the time, nor desire for that. He'll want to decisively take Terra, not watch it starve, lest Perturabo and Roboute encircle and destroy him (which is the plan)Manpower is not bad, but manpower has the problem of morale and food. Many Auxilia swore to the traitors in fear and desperation, or become bloody sacrifices.The Machine Spirits of the Machine God will defend Terra. They do not break, they do not starve, they need no rest. Only the ammunition to feed them. Let there be a Sentry-Turrets behind every plate of brass, let there Automated-Lascannons and Rapier Laser Batteries and the ammunition to supply them. With the Omnissiah itself on the field, Scrap-Code will not avail the foe.
>Food ProductionManpower weakness: Nurgle, SlaaneshAmmo Arms weakness: Vashtorr, TzeentchFood weakness: Nurgle.
>>5667742If Dorn dies the rest of their brothers will take care of the Imperium. TalOS does not have that luxury.
>>5667766Not even Perturabo eh? Ah well. Was hoping all that time leading the Federation and the stuff we've done for him might give him a little compassion for the Mechanicum, his brothers Church and people.Hope he's enjoying leading our Federal troops. Really think they'd match well his calculative style of war, only with even less corruption than his own sons.
>>5667740>Ammo and the arms for them
>>5667740>Food Productionwe stripped mars for everything we could we already have a surplus of weapons. even if our brothers arrive quick as they can it will still be weeks or months at the earliest.
>>5667766Would building automated defenses need a write-in or would that fall under "Ammo and Arms"
>>5667740>>Food ProductionCome on, we Blood Angel'd Mars and we still need weapons and ammo? I DOUBT it!!! And manpower... I'd rather have civilians being grinded to ashes and snorted by Fulgrim instead of conscripts with lasguns getting WOLOLO'd by every demon there is. Really, whats up with chaos being able to corrupt anything by proximity? Where are the null nobilite when we need 'em damn it!! CHIRON ASSEMBLE
I hope our psyker sons end up coming to terra.
>>5667793I'd like to know this too. My action was for automata defenses, not just "more guns and ammo". >>5667796Honestly the "Manpower" thing could also refer to servitorizing them. This would eliminate any risks of traitorism as well as reduce the food consumption.I just doubt the Emperor, Malcador or Dorn would let that fly.>>5667798The Lanterns of Charon have always been in Terra no? Probably kicking some serious ass in the War in the Webway (fuck you Magnus)
>>5667804>This would eliminate any risks of traitorismAs long as they have a soul, man. Even if their cogitators can keep controlling the brain, then the scrap-bullshit will take over... >>5667798They never left terra
>Food ProductionWe're a Genetor. We're also the Omnissaiah. Focusing on food security will grant us independence from any shenanigans the enemy can try, and Horus will be forced to confront us or he'll starve. Essentially a reverse siege."We're not locked in here with you. You're locked in here with us."Engage system denial pylons!
>>5667810Well, firstly, now that we're here our presence can fend off the Scrap code.Secondly, worse comes to worse we can eat their soul
I'm just pondering how we will ensure a siege this time vs what Horus does in canon.Which is mount assault after assault, take Surface-to-Orbit defenses, and threaten to flatten the Imperial Palace with one more round of bombardment.The loyalists there were mere *hours* away from Horus rear and driving him off. However, simultaneously, Horus had the option of nuking the Emperor. He didn't want to do that because he preferred to beat the Emperor in a fight and take Terra (nuking the palace might have dire consequences to that webway rift).It boiled down to the wire then. What will happen here?
>>5667932Thats quite the question. Maybe T4L0S will sacrifice himself and turn his body into a bullshit shield, or he will teleport himself and Horus to the Sun
>>5667941>Maybe T4L0S will sacrifice himselfCringe and heretical
>>5667966There won't be a victory without my blood being spilled
>>5667740>Food productionI am concerned about water. This should mitigate it.
>>5668023Sacrifice his body, give up every drop of blood if you must. But the brain must survive.
>>5667740>Ammo and the arms for them. We need weapons and ammunitions capable of penetrating power armor. The other options are valid, but I think the high priest of mars can be more impactful this way. After all Tal0S and Dorn can solve the other two without problems.
Food Production>>5667744>>5667758>>5667790>>5667796>>5667841>>5668058Ammo for the guns>>5667746>>5667751>>5667784>>5668098>>5668273Little surprise no one wanted to force the increase in manpower. My idea was Skitarii but eh.
Well, theoretically, if TalOS deems that food is going to be our issue that's a good thing. It might mean we actually can compel Horus into a siege.>>5668284Can (good) Skitarii even be raised in a year? It's more than just cybernetic augmentation, there's a lot of religious indoctrination involved and a degree of intelligence required. Their elite skirmishers not grunt troops.Augmented conscripts perhaps
+Food, without it the people of Terra will falter from the onslaught of my brother.+ The Omnissiah spoke with firm affirmation, +We are not only fighting a war in the physical sense. We also fight my brother on the metaphysical front where ideas carry weight. When Horus comes the Imperial Palace will be filled to the brim with not only refugees of the Mechanicus but those of Terra itself. We cannot let sedition take their ranks.+ +So we will bribe their citizens with food in their stomachs.+ Kelbor answered as he gave a nod, +This way we will avoid the great upheavals of military forces as well as citizens revolting against the Emperor upon Horus’s arrival.+ +It also gives my brother a way to solidify his stratagem of defense.+ The Omnissiah declared simply to the understanding of Kelbor. +I shall make sure that our forces follow these orders. As is standard we will give other matters consideration for we have plenty of munitions to create.+ +There are Astartes, Skitarii, Knights, and Titans who all need munitions.+ The Omnissiah agreed. Kelbor looked upon the Omnissiah for a moment in study and wonder. He realized that he was having what was a relatively simple conversation with the divine being of the Cult Mechanicus. A being who was a myth simply talking to him. Considering this he wondered if there will ever be a chance to do this again. Then he wondered that there was really nothing else to consider when ti came to such a fact. He was to be a machine within the Cog which shall defend Terra. In doing so he shall ensure that the Cult Mechanicus remains as according to the survivor’s will. Placing his bets on such survival on not only his divine but another Primarch was doing well to hedge these bets. He only needed to do what he has done for most of his life. Organize the massive mechanism of the Mechanicus for the purpose of war. If he was a Princep or Knight then maybe he would see this as a great honor. As a Tech Priest though he did not have such vain glories. +It shall all be done upon for I am the Fabricator General.+ Declared Kelbor Hal as he decided that he shall live up to his namesake. The ultimate duty of his station to fulfill the divine duty of production.
Activity within the Imperial Palace was incredible. Every foot of brick was used by the people navigating its halls to find the utmost utility. If even a single foot of space was wasted for something like convenience then that would spell five thousand pounds of both food and munitions lost. Many of these movements were being articulated by the Fabricator General of Mars who was now manning logistical duties. It was not the Emperor or Malcador who had organized the initial supply fleets but Kelbor Hal. Even as TalOS had taken the role as envoy of the Mechanicum to the War Council Kelbor had selfishly kept the keys to what was the logistics of a Crusade within his pocket. Only Roboute Guilliman could claim to have better knowledge in this field than Kelbor. However Kelbor had forty years more experience against the Primarch in addition to his knowledge of manufacturing. As Kelbor worked his wonders Mars was finally cleaned of its rememants after a month of work. Never had a planet been cleaned so clearly of all pieces of working metal or automatons. Not even the natural passage of time would have so cleanly erased the existence of mankind upon the planet of Mars as the Imperium had. The Omnissiah was happy with this. Not that it had happened but that it was completed. Horus Lupercal would find that Mars, which upon his command was driven to revolt, was no longer a safe haven for his craft or a potential den of resources. He would not even bother to send a detachment down upon the Red Planet or waste a Cyclone Round upon the planet. It would be a great waste for a planet which was turned into a wasteland of nothing but water and red dirt. As his duty here was done the Divine decided it was time to arrive upon Terra. He had been holding off this for he knew exactly who was waiting for him upon the planet and the request they would thrust upon him. After all, beyond everything, they feared what was the truth of the Universe would go out.
The Omnissiah once again traveled the golden halls of the Imperial Palace. They were heavily modified from times before thanks to the hard focus mind of Rogal Dorn. Stairways were given hard walls to form places of cover while numerous places found themselves reinforced with rockcrete. So much rockcrete was within the Imperial Palace now that fifty eight point three percent of it was now covered with fortifications. The one thing that the Omnissiah noted to be the greatest change of them all, was that there were no longer thousands of pieces worth of artwork. Hidden away in the deepest parts of the palace for when the times are brighter. The Omnissiah walked towards a part of tarnished gold doors as a man would. He knew to keep things like his own divinity hidden from the general population lest it started a war immediately with the occupant of this room. He was discrete as could be so that only the rumors of the Omnissiah were spilled out of the mouths of his Cultists. Those, he knew, were easy for the Terrans to deny. And as he opened he looked to see the one who made the Terrans say as they said sitting upon a chair, “Welcome, TalOS.” “Malcador.” The Omnissiah gave a courteous bow to the man before entering. Malcador the Sigillite was now reflectant of his several millennium old age. Those winkles were but canyons upon his face and his hair was so gray that it was coming close to white. Such a state was expected for Malcador was no longer able to devote focus of his mind to bodily restoration. Even as the Omnissiah approached and took a seat at the same locaiton the pair of them conversed so long ago Malcador was giving psychic orders to his people. As the Omnissiah sat, counter to what he should have been doing, Malcador was forced to focus upon the existence that was the Omnissiah. “What have you become, TalOS?” He asked simply, “To become…” He was at an honest loss of words. How else would one be when the avatar of the Machine God appears within the room with you. >A God? >A Prophet>Extra-Ordinary Creature with the ability to control Space itself. >Simply more than man.
>>5668314>A ProphetMore specifically, a messiah. A promised savior.
>>5668314>Extra-Ordinary Creature with the ability to control Space itself.
>>5668314>An Ark"I am what you designed me to be Malcador, one who who holds the gift of knowledge"TalOS is the living connection between Mankind and the very embodiment of knowledge in the universe via the Void Dragon. He is an STC database given from, the waking dreams of the Dragon which inspire mankind to new heights. The sum knowledge of Mankind, even that of the Necrons, now lay within him.This appeal will work on Malcador, I feel, for the Sigilite's existence was dedicated to the preservation of knowledge and of mankind. Much like our existence now is too.
>>5668314>Extra-Ordinary Creature with the ability to control Space itself. The only thing that can change fate.
>>5668314>Loyal>Extra-Ordinary Creature with the ability to control Space itselfFill in the details for him if he needs it
Remember when QM had put a tiny nation management where there were the nobles, knights and priests? And it wasn't as relevant as it seemed at the time?
>>5668314>>A God?What aren't WE but a God? T4L0S is one with his god, and they are the same. Just because the salt is dissolved in the ocean it doesn't mean it stops being there.Why are you fags not voting for this option? Did you forget the things T4L0S and Malcador spoke about? The machine god IS a god, and the chaos parasites aren't.
>>5668314>Write-In: An ArkI like this answer. What Tal0S is can change depending on who you ask, a God, a Prophet, a creature of great power. What's more important is him as a knowledge keeper. The Machine God is knowledge itself.
>>5668332>Support
>>5668314>A God?
>>5668314>An ArkYeah. They knew what they were doing. No reason to be so surprised by the result.
>>5668314>A God?I imagine TalOS with dagoth urs voice
>>5668366Yes, we were at 5/5/5 I think. I wonder how this has affected Perturabos dice rolls.
>>5668314>Write-In: An ArkHe is the end result of what they designed him to be. A bastion of knowledge.
>>5668366Its when I realize that it was going to extend the game at least 5 extra months that I stopped.
>>5668366That itch for managing the Federation could be scratched again in a side quest one day. If all goes well.
>>5668314>A Man?We may have become bonnded with the Machine God, but we are still fundamentally a man, vulnerable to death and bound to one day pass. We are not Eternal. We are not Invincible. We are a Man
>>5668741I like the sentiment, although imo the ability to be killed does not necessarily mean one is not a god.Even the Gods can die.The Eldar Pantheon, some of the C'tan (The Flayer), the multitudinous minor gods of mankind swallowed by the Warp.
>>5668755i would say that the C'tan can't die, because the only reson why the Flayer was able to be "killed", was because they literally removed him from reality, thereby also removing the concept that it was intertwined with.the rest that you mentioned are less "gods" and more beings that are immensely strong, but aren't important for the existence of reality. You can kill a Eldar god and reality will be fine. You can kill a warp entity (be that one of the minor ones or one of the big four) and reality will be fine. Remove a C'tan? you now have a wound on reality that can't be healed.
>>5668783To be fair, in the case of some C'Tan, it can be said they are the wound and removing them would be for the best.The Nightbringer brought about the terror and fear of dying, where as before he existed the Eldar and most living beings had the comfort of knowing (and not having Slaanesh)However, given the curse the Flayer imparted to the Necrons even upon his removal from the galaxy, it's probably not worth the effort.The C'tan were created beings who adopted the and became the essence of certain concepts, but I don't think removing them would necessarily remove said concepts from the galaxy. Eradicating the Flayer didn't remove the existence of hunger for example, despite him being the C'tan of hunger and flesh.
>>5668640Solid decision. /qst/ is a narrative medium. Making a system a fundamental driving force is... yeah
>>5668796>The C'tan were created beings...what do you mean by created? They always were there, full of awareness but void of cognition
>>5668843The C'tan were nothing but non-sentient gaseous lifeforms sustaining itself on solar radiation until the Necrons siphoned them into bodies and gave them consciousness. It was only after this and accumulating power and self awareness that they were able to adopt various aspects of the material realm, such as Death, Technology, Hunger, Whatever-Outsider-Does, etc.They were not the essences of these concepts since time immemorial, but became them.
>>5669057*The Necrontyr siphoned them into bodies, they were still organic at the time.
>>5669057I thought they were sentient before the necrons put them in robot bodies. It's just that they didn't do much other than eat solar radiation.
Just checked it out and the lexicanuim state they were the first intelligent life in the warhammer universe.
>>5669079>>5669073Eh, sentience I can accept. But they clearly did not have the raw godlike powers and identities ascribed to them as proper C'tan. The difference in power between what they were and what they became is staggering.
>>5669081It's because 1.) They were now not losing energy to the vacuum of space 2) their power were now concentrated in a smaller space 3) they found souls to more "nutritious" than solar radiation.
>>5669088Don't forget they suddenly had more processing power in the form of insanely advanced computers and access to all the knowledge about the universe the Necrontyr had assembled until then, thats one hell of an upgrade.
>>5669088Looking it up, it does seem they did have a lot of raw power.Do you think however, before they were put into the C'tan bodies, they had such identities and concepts like "Death"/"Technology"/"Deception". I feel like these things would have come only after they were able to interact with the material universe, and prior to that they were simply just.. .gaseous lifeforms really infused with solar energy but otherwise not embodiments of concepts in the universe. The concepts having come later that they adopted, rather than being inherit. Consider that the Necrons were already dying before bringing in the Nightbinger, and had to use Technology to give the Void Dragon his form, and so on.It isn't impossible they were the concepts before but simply powerless prior to having bodies, but it doesn't seem to fit with the theme of them essentially being just solar parasites sucking up the power of suns.
>>5668332>support
>>5669104I like the idea for C'tan that they are what they eat. Like how chilling with martians turned Void Dragon into Machine God. Machine God who seems to be now motivated by the intricate flavours of his religion. As opposed to Void Dragon who fed on Necrontyr mechanisms.I think the part were QM said, in a Machine God Vision, something along the lines of: the chaos gods wouldnt exist if us C'tan didnt muck about.
>>5669191It does make sense.Nightbringer liked eating the souls of the dying, so he became death. The Necrontyr Death.The Deceiver liked eating those who tried to scheme and manipulate for power, so he became a schemer and manipulator.Despite that the Void Dragon is not himself a Warp Entity like the Chaos Gods, he is somehow able to feed on the religious gestalt of the Mechanicum, and so changed from the Void Dragon who was the cold Necrontyr Machine Lord, to the human Machine God well and truly one and the same. TalOS does not worship "the Void Dragon who had been posing as the Machine God all this time, but is the Void Dragon" but worships "The Machine God who was and is the Void Dragon, but is very much THE Machine God also in every sense of the word both religious and figurative."Hopefully that is currently the case and I've not misread, right? The Necron's may have abandoned him, shattered him, but Mankind found him and he has become a God again and protects his new worshippers. Like the transformation of the 40k Emperor.
Prophet>>5668315Extra Ordinary Creature>>5668316>>5668345>>5668351An Ark>>5668332>>5668388>>5669178>>5668377>>5668413>>5668618Demi-God>>5668369>>5668392>>5668471A man>>5668741
>>5669215Looks like Ark wins.Tal0s is officially claiming to be the Ark of the Covenant!Which covenant you may ask? The one between the Mechanicus and the Emperor.Ironically speaking, even here the god of the christians is still telling the Emperor. "Still here bro. Religion or not. Giant Sentient Star Eater turned machine god or not. Forgotten or not. Chaos Gods and Primarchs or not. I'm still here"ALternately: "Remember the church. Remember Uriah Olathaire "Talk about being unable to escape the Buddha's palm.I think the Emperor would be the only one to get this.
>>5669219We do like melting faces.And Necrons do have that ancient reliquary mystique too!
“An Ark.” The Omnissiah told his uncle with a firmness of vocal actuations, “I am the epitome of the Covenant that was made between the Emperor of Mankind and the Machine God. A symbol of that agreement manifested to serve the Imperium in what is the darkest hour of need.” Such words spoken by the Omnissiah did not seem to temper the mood of Malcador that much. The Omnissiah might have given Malcador a way out. A method of denying what it was that the Omnissiah, who was once TalOS, represented in the context of his understanding of the Universe. That understanding did not match reality. “The Ark of the Covenant.” Malcador easily placed into being what it was the Divine Being meant when he said those words, “You use the allegories of previous religions to try and make sense of your existence. It is illogical, TalOS.” “Then you will deny what it is I am.” The Master of Machines and Man said simply, “What I am today was the ultimate result of what it was you wished of my existence. A person who achieved the greatest understanding of machines. It is only now that I understand the Material Universe to be the greatest machine of them all.” “This is not what we wanted!” Malcador fired back with a fury within his heart. It was not overly loud for the man's lungs were already well atrophied so that he could at most speak in a raised voice, “We wanted you to be someone who would bring the Mechanicus to the fore, someone who would help to enlighten everyone to the facts of the Universe and bring about the next age of innovation!” “Which is why, when I was being created, that you turned me into a psyker who understood machines perfectly.” The Omnissiah attested to the facts that were presented to them. “Yes, that was the goal. The idea.” Malcador admitted as if the fuel that was his raging fire escaped his being, “We…” The words were not escaping the mind of the Sigillite. Not because he was failing to articulate them but that he did not dare say those words. They were extremely damning words forged from the mistrust of a man whose entire existence was built upon a single fact. “You should not have allowed me to explore the concepts of the Motive Force.” The Omnissiah announced to the one who he would still gladly call uncle. Malcador looked as if all anger was swiped from him by those words. A sentence stolen from his mouth that might have damned any relationship he would have with the person standing before him. The Sigillite simply gave a nod as he reached over and poured himself a small cut of alcohol. “Do you wish for a drink?” Malcador asked in a gesture of good faith. An attempt at a olive branch. “Yes.” The Omnissiah responded.
The Omnissiah was, for most matters, classified as a C’Tan Shard. A Shard of the Machine God and thus a piece of the divine being. Unlike other shards though, this shard was the only one that TalOS, the Worshiper, truly inhabited. This was what made this shard the Omnissiah. Divine in this state, not needing food stuff and drink, the Omnissiah took in the concocktion. He enjoyed it for not the alcohol content but the taste of it. He could feel at all levels the inspiration, faith, and knowledge that had gone into creating this vintage. How the berry was developed thirty four centuries ago by the hands of a Roman upon the steppes of his homeland of Italy. That, instead of the more physical pleasures, was what the Omnissiah enjoyed. “Ignorance is our enemy.” Malcador announced as he took a drink, “Both myself and the Emperor were curious about what it was that you were discovering. The Motive Force was a concept that I did not take too much stock into thinking it to be some play by the Warp. That the Cult Mechanicus had a belief so hard that it manipulated the fabric of reality itself.” The man took in a sip of his glass. Such words were powerful admittances for someone like him to make, “The Emperor saw it in a similar light. He told me of his battle against a Dragon that was in truth an extraterrestrial lifeform that he did not fully understand. Thus he believed that your discoveries would bring to life the truth of the Dragon and being illumination.” “It is a dangerous method with all the knowledge that he holds.”“I agree. However we had reason to believe that the knowledge you were gaining could not come to harm us. It was the forces of Chaos, those of the immaterium, that were harmful to us and you were immune to their influences.” Malcador looked up to the Omnissiah, no, it was TalOS he was looking upon as the next words were spoken, “Beyond all others it was you who we saw as Loyal. No matter what road you took, that loyalty was to be manifested.” “Such words even as someone like Fulgrim and Lorgar turned from the light?” The Omnissiah pressed forwards as a probing counter, “Fulgrim was inspired by the Emperor and many said Lorgar was the most Loyal. More loyal than even Roboute or Rogal.” “If that is what you believe then maybe you are still fallible.” Such words were but a saving grace to Malcador. He began to build a concept that ‘The Omnissiah’ was not a god in the sense of omniscient, “Lorgar only worshiped the Emperor because he was programmed to. The same with Fulgrim, placing his ideals of perfection upon a man who is not perfect. They did not believe in the Galaxy the Emperor was crafting but the Emperor himself. You, as TalOS, believed in the vision of the Imperium. A vision that it was Mankind who shall rule the stars, not God-Tyrants.” “Such a desired future is behind us now. You already know that for you have seen the seedlings of the Imperial Cult who see the Emperor for what he is.”
“I have talked to them.” Malcador collaborated the statement of the Omnissiah with those words of his own, “It seems you agree with them.” The Omnissiah gave a nod to those words, “I worship the God of Machines, a Material God. His domain in the grand scale of the cosmos does not include humanity. His purpose aligns with Humanity but he did not rule or guide them. It was the Emperor of Mankind who built a Rule of Law, it was he who smited those upon Bablon in their foolish attempt to conquer the world with words, and it was him who watched silently as Humanity went to the stars.” “But he is a man. He does not watch over all mortals and neither does not hold any true sway upon their souls.” Malcador countered. “In a sense neither does the C’Tan. We, for I am for the most part a member of their kind, can never truly die. We grant souls oblivion within our gullets if we feel hunger and many of them do not care for the affairs of mortals.” The Omnissiah admitted, “But we are Gods because we are the Masters of Reality. I both serve and am the undisputed Master of Machines. Is the Emperor not the Master of Mankind?” Malcador’s brow rose as he understood not just those words but the conversation they were now having, “You already know what I am going to ask.” “I do. My foresight is limited only against those who fully gave themselves to Chaos or are themselves Chaos. I can see it, if with what might be with an unfocused lens, the Emperor fighting within the Webways against a horde of Daemons. He has attempted, and failed, to seal a wound within the webway created by Magnus the Red.” The Omnissiah nodded as he felt his lens change slightly, “With him are the Custodian Guard and my loyal servants. The Emperor needs to leave and is now testing his options on who can guard his lines.” “He knows you are strong enough to hold the line.” Malcador informed the Omnissiah. “Which is convenient for it hides my existence from the eyes of those who are ignorant of the truth. That way you can still try to maintain the reality that there are not Gods and somehow force Chaos into submission.” The Omnissiah said, “But that is convenient to you but not the true aim. The Emperor needs to sit upon the Golden Throne and seal the webway, which requires a warrior who will fight to assist in clotting the wound.” “There is one thing I wish for you to know, Omnissiah.” Malcador spoke such a term firmly so that the point would be made, “I will not force you. I know it will torture him till the end of days but an era where Mankind believes him to be a God is preferable to the damnation of Chaos.” He had damned himself with those words. The Emperor, whose soul was tethered with Malcador, knew these words were spoken. It was an honest betrayal of their ideals that both of them shared. However in difficult times like these, men have done worse than go against their ideals. >Fight in the Webway>Prepare for the fight on Terra.
>>5669263>Prepare for the fight on Terra.Don't know what each option means
>>5669271>Fight in the WebwayDisappear into the labyrinth that the Emperor made and fight lots of Daemons and a couple of Daemon Princes. Will not be Interacting with those on the surface much I have plans thought since the Omnissiah is a C'Tan.>Prepare for the fight on TerraStay above ground and make the Omnissiah's presence known. This will likely confuse a lot of people, if not the entire Terran defense force. However one cannot deny a God on the Battlefield.
>>5669273I'm staying with my choice then.Thanks for the quick clarification.
>>5669263>>Prepare for the fight on Terra.honestly I never liked the emperor's fedora tipping variant of atheism.
>>5669263>>Prepare for the fight on Terra.Sorry Big E, Malcador the Bro, T4L0S became way more than you can chew
>Fight in the Webway>Ask Malcador to tell our father not to falter. There are no second chances here. Only sacrifices to be wasted upon the altar of indecision.
>>5669263>Fight in the Webway
>>5669263>Fight the good fight in TERRA
>>5669263>Fight in the WebwayWe are a god! We are the truth! We reveal ourselves when the time is right, take this as a favor Malcador for you are still our uncle
>>5669263>Fight in the WebwayI don't want to completely ruin the Imperial Truth.
>>5669263>Prepare to fight on terraIt'll damage the imperial truth but it will keep the imperium alive.
>>5669261>“I agree. However we had reason to believe that the knowledge you were gaining could not come to harm us. It was the forces of Chaos, those of the immaterium, that were harmful to us and you were immune to their influences.” Malcador looked up to the Omnissiah, no, it was TalOS he was looking upon as the next words were spoken, “Beyond all others it was you who we saw as Loyal. No matter what road you took, that loyalty was to be manifested.”What is Malcador accusing us of here?>>5669263Option AThis will be our death, if not the Emperor sealing us in the webway behind him, the webway itself might detect our c'tanic energies and trap us. Major paranoia over this decision. Which we should probably do for loyalty sake. Option BSeems like more Primarch Interactions.
>>5669260Huh, you know, the analogy i was referencing to was more Noah's Ark like the Ark Mechanicum.But well, it isn't explicitly stated that's what the Ark in "Ark Mechanicum" is referring to either. Perhaps every one of those vessels, holding an STC themselves and a powerful intelligence, are also little covenants made between Mankind and the Machine God.Eitherway, the Ark of the Covenant and Noah's Ark served the same purpose, a vessel to protect that which is sacred and important: the continuity of sacred Mankind itself by which without the contents of either is Man doomed to damnation.>someone who would help to enlighten everyone to the facts of the Universe and bring about the next age of innovation!Well, let's be real, that is still what TalOS is doing. Just in his own way.>>5669261>That the Cult Mechanicus had a belief so hard that it manipulated the fabric of reality itselfWell, see, at least in our defense our methods of manipulating the fabric of reality technically are the rules of reality. No different from science and technology. It's their warp stuff that defies the laws of the universe and manipulates the fabric. Though I suppose there is also an argument that the Warp is also another aspect of reality, but fuck da warp
>>5669273Can we at least know which option TalOS thinks is the most likely outcome where he survives?Or the less likely that he would die?
>>5669263>Pick the option in which TalOS seems most confident about his survivalNot sure yet without a bit more info/thinking about it.It feels like the Webway isn't a bad option, demons are the natural enemy of a C'Tan and as much as the Webway may try to trap us never forge the C'tan also mastered Webway via Dolemen gates. Theoretically, Vulkan still lives and is on the way.But the surface, while exposed to the traitors, has the benefit of the buddy system with Dorn and whichever primarchs manage to make it to Terra. Ideally Perturabo. No Primarch has ever died fighting side by side with another, it's always been in foolish solo campaigns.Like. . .entering the Webway alone.
>>5669263>Fight in the WebwayThe Crux of the matter is that with the loss of the forbidden city, the Emperor has lost the war against CG. If MC will win there, humanity then can travel the stars without warp. So the options are: pyrrhic victory or valiant defeat. I choose victory
>>5669263>Fight in the WebwayLet the dream live, if for but a moment longer
>>5669601 Nano Is Tal0S still able to use his abilities as Pariah? Because if the answer is yes, the first option turns us into the Doomguy of this universe. I would even feel a little sorry for the demons. Seriously I wouldn't be surprised if Tal0S shows up at 40k with this answer.
>>5669263> Fight in the webway
>>5669263>Prepare for the fight on Terra.I want us to be there when Perty rocks up with the cavalry
>>5669639The problem is getting lost in the webway/warp is the classic method of getting rid of a loyalist primarch. Leman Russ, Jagatai Khan, Corvus Corax, possibly Vulkan all got lost after original HH. Something could happen to TalOS in there and then he's "never heard from again" even if there's some epic battle. What we need is an option that ensures TalOS doesn't get lost or die but maybe disabled like Lion or Roboute did.
>>5669685I know Vulkan supposedly died after the War of the Beast btw. But even if he survived as a perpetual he went mad or became a hermit again.
>>5669626There are other ways to travel the stars without the warp. Emperor just wants his way because he wants humans to emulate the eldar way.
>>5669583We trusted you because you were loyal and had the same goal as us. That unlike Magnus TalOS would know if there was danger that could turn his loyalty around. In this they were correct, however TalOS because the one thing they did not want. He became the prophet of a God. While they still have the same goal, their understanding at the means this happens have diverged. However in times of treason and war, divergence is to be tolerated.
>>5669699 So in more stable times the emperor would just delete Tal0S, even after everything he's done for him?
>>5669715
>>5669716 Can we at least talk to him one last time considering we're going into the labyrinth? If only to find out how he feels knowing what awaits him in the future.
>>5669263>Fight in the Webway. It's time to put the doom playlist on for the next ten thousand years.
>>5669699We could have just as well started our own TalOSian Treachery, if old horus didnt beat us to it.
>>5669263>Whichever option TalOS feels he'll survive more>Preferably on the surface unless TalOS thinks his chances better in the webwayFor lack of a better idea hopefully TalOS knows the way.
>>5669737I think it would be funny if lorgar and talOS were on the same side
>>5669686This protagonst was killed. BUT HE SURVIVEDpeak 40k writing. Who is reponsible for coming up with the idea of perpetuals? Give me five minutes with them in a room with no windows
>>5669824Except that's literally what happens to all the chaos primarchs and no one bats an eye. They are effectively demon perpetuals. It's not even asking TalOS to be a perpetual its asking to let him join the survivors of the HH.
Like Angron literally gets killed and revived 8 weeks 8 days and 8 minutes right? And he's still one of the more popular primarchs. He even got a bit more this story by killing Khan.
>>5669263>Fight in the WebwayIf we fight in the webway, malcador won't die
>>5669846I agree... Demon primarchs are killed and reappear and loyal primarchs are alive but ABOUT TO RETURN for 10000 years...Well the books exist to sell minis so whatevs. Good stories are written in good books.
the emperor is so going to lock us in the webway.
>>5669263>Prepare for the fight on Terra.I feel no need to support the Emperor's Imperial Truth that is going to fail with or without us.
anyone else suspicious that all of the 1 posters (without a name) (all 7 of them) on this vote only voted for fight in the webway. then again we are only 4 updates into the thread and I'm a paranoid fuck.
>>5670020Sadly this is like the 4th vote so we cannot restrict people on this fact. I do not believe this is the kind of vote however that people would fuck with.
Fight on Terra>>5669271>>5669287>>5669292>>5669479>>5669575>>5669655>>5669964Fight in the Webway>>5669416>>5669456>>5669467>>5669570>>5669572>>5669626>>5669627>>5669637>>5669653>>5669727>>5669801>>5669901>>5669404...>>5669601 - I must have scared you guys too much early on. >>5669799
>>5670067Someone do a count to verify for me.
>>5670067I will point out, did not expect this to be the decision. For those that fear that the Omnissiah will be trapped in the Warp, don't be.
13 for the warp battle7 for the realspace battle.... I just realized that we've placed the emperor in canon timeline position.40k here we come.To eat your souls.
>>5670106You guys did, surprisingly.
>>5670106Yeah, T4L0S effort can be summarized as "and the custodes, the sisters of silence and T4L0S fought gallantly to keep the demons at bay" more or less the same? Yeah maybe T4L0S will push the demons back...I want to discuss what forces will he bring into the secret dungeon. Chiron? Definitely. Steel Guard? Definitely. More dreadnoughts please. Null nobilite? Fighting and bleeding in the federation. What am I missing... where are the null marines we had? Maybe that never got off prototype phase and they remained in Xana. What about the Chiron guys that we subjected to a century of torture with null fields in order to test the theory that their souls might reverse their polarity? Hmm... Will we have titans and knights with us? Don't think so. Solely because of logistic issues, because I know those gates are damn huge. I miss D3X and UZ1... Lucius is somewhere tho, maybe butting heads with the Fabricator General of Mars.
There was a good amount of knowledge that needed to be weighed upon this decision. Indeed it would be the one which will determine the next year or so of developments for himself and the Imperium as a whole. In the end though he recognized it, “I shall do so. I shall travel to the webway and secure it for my Father.” Malcador looked confused and concerned as those words were spoken, “Then you will travel to the Webway away from the sight of the people?” The Omnissiah gave a nod to those words, “A Divine’s duty at many times does not involve them being seen or witnessed. Their duty is often hidden from the view of their peoples and worshippers. That is what I must do, so it will be done.” “That… that is good.” The Sigillite admitted as he nodded his head with thoughts flowing freely through him, “Then I shall guide you to the project.” “I know the way already.” The Omnissiah informed the Sigillite as he rose to his feet once again, “There are some things I need to do before I am to disappear for a year. Orders that need to be given out and those who need to know where I am going.” “If you can be quick about it then do so. The sooner the Emperor can return to the Golden Throne the sooner we might be rediscovered by one of your brothers.” “You are correct.” The Omnissiah answered as he glanced into the wider galaxy with his foresight, “I can see them trying to reach Terra with all of their might. They are lost though, lost among the riptides that the Chaos Gods have sewn within the galactic fabric. Upon those words the Omnissiah struck reality and folded it upon himself. It was with ease that he slipped into a mirror reality, a fragmented dimension whose development was so little that only the Necrons and C’Tan were even able to exist within its domain. Malcador simply watched as the Omnissiah was there one moment before disappearing in a haze of green light.
Just as he said information was delivered to those that needed it. They were all in some way followers of the cult and as such knew the priority of this messaging better than a mortal would. In it the Omnissiah made his new duty known, that he will be fighting off forces of the Immaterium on behalf of the Emperor and that secure that flank from attack. As the Omnissiah expected they all agreed with the words given. Even Kelbor Hal, who might have taken some issue with it, was placated by the explanation that there were enemies beyond their comprehension that needed to be fought. If anything they expected their Lord to do this exact thing. There was only one who the Omnissiah knew would not take this terribly well. It was the reason that he teleported out of the Imperial Palace and was now located on the rampart that was near Lion’s Gate. The place was swarming with Imperial Fists and Mechanicus Automatons trying their best to build up the reinforcements that were needed to defend the place. Let it be firing holes or sturdy walls that could withstand any kind of bombardment that could come close to the walls. Here the Omnissiah stepped out of a simple doorway where none were looking. His divine visage was hidden away underneath the robes of gunmetal gray and red that were always worn by the man who he also was. His approach was seamless as the Imperial Fists that were present knew who he was and the Automatons knew that worship was done through labor, not groveling. Rogal Dorn turned to face his brother, “Are there ways through the Imperial Palace that I am not aware of?” “Your work is seamless. The method I used to arrive here is impossible for our foes to employ.” The Omnissiah answered his brother. “Are you sure? From what I have seen upon Mars we are fighting things that no longer obey the laws of the Universe.” “Your worry is justified but not warranted. As long as the Void Shields are active the enemy will not be able to cross into this domain as it is scrambled. If they tried, I know that the Void Generator will have them generate into the walls of your fortress.” The Omnissiah said as he gestured towards the device he spoke about. “Then we are good.” Rogal Dorn answered.
“My brother,” The Omnissiah spoke as he forced the air to shimmer. In doing so only he and Dorn could hear one another speak in this moment, “I wanted to inform you that our Father fights in the Immaterium in the wreckage of a project he thought would end all of our troubles. He needs relief and I shall be the one to give it.” “You will not be available for the coming siege.” Rogal realized quickly. “No, for the most part I will be fighting within the Webway.” He spoke frankly and without secrecy so that his brother knew him to be genuine, “We cannot seal the wound, not yet. For the wound within the Warp has grown so wide that it will require multiple millennia of work before it can be fixed.” “We do not have that long.” “Which is the reason I plan to push them back far enough that I might have a chance to return in assistance.” The Master of Machines presented, “Even our damned brothers would see the prospect of this battle a sentence to an eternity of fighting but that is not the case for myself. The Webway was once conquered by the C’Tan and I see how time might be spared within the coming year.” “Are you sure you can do that?” The Omnissiah shook his head in the negative, “I can leave and enter the Webway at anytime. The C’Tan had learned the secrets to that art during our battle against the Webway’s makers. The issue is whether I gain a great enough success to retreat to another battlefield.” “Good.” Rogal Dorn turned himself fully and walked to be only an arm away from his brother. In the next moment the Omnissiah was gripped with a hug of from what was genuine affection. He made sure to return it and pat his brother on the back as he did so. “I do not want this moment to be the last one we meet at.” Rogal Dorn answered, “But I understand if that is the route you must take.” “I pray that it will not be the case.” The Prophet of a God said as they broke apart, “All I ask from you is that Particep Semper is moved to the Saturnine Gate.” “It will be.” Rogal Dorn answered. With those words agreed upon the Omnissiah disappeared and folded reality multiple times. After the thirty fourth turn, he was within the webway. And the Webway was at war. >Recover the Fallen!>Charge at the Hordes>Son and Father, for once shall fight together.
>>5670116Damn... I want T4L0S and EMPS fighting side to side, but the two will FUCK with one another's powers... mostly T4L0S dampening at Big E, because we know he will go full null....>Charge at the Hordes. TEACH THEM THE MEANING OF TRUE DEATH
>Recover the FallenYou think you have infinite numbers????? Taste necron bullshit, you spiky fucks!The war in heaven is back on!
>>5670116>Son and Father, for once shall fight togetherIt's poetic and epic in equal measure.
>>5670116>Son and Father will fightMaybe we can eat the Drachynen instead of Emps having to thrust it in a custodes to just fall into Abaddon's hands
>>5670116>Son and Father, for once shall fight together.Too cool to pass up
Sadly it also appears Vulkan may have well and truly died. He should have been here to give us and Dorn a hug by now.But what will the Emperor use for his doomsday Deadman nuclear button now?
>>5670116>Recover the Fallen!
>>5670160maybe that is the recover the fallen option.
>>5670173The most hilarious thing QM could do is have Luther and half the Dark Angels show up.
>>5670177it also could be Russ.
Are we underestimating the enemy? They may have lost Peturabo, but with Ferrus Manus dead and his legion dispersed, wouldn't they have sufficient traitor tech marine equivalents? Courtesy of the former Iron Hands?
>>5670193I think most of them went to the ultramarines.
>>5670193>>5670231Indeed, the time inbetween Ferrus Manus getting Rangda'd and the first heresying is many many years. In fact, don't forget he was deleted from memory. All of the memory
>>5670260Speaking of SCP breaches, CHaos is kinda dumb about this sort of thing. What if they brought back Ferrus and ended up having to refight the Rangdan again and have released a terrible plague upon the galaxy as they are secretly fighting a two front war against the xenos and the Imperium.
>>5670307In a twisted sorta way that is the plot of the Pharos and the Tyranids. Though it is debatable whether the Tyranids attacking sooner was actually better for the Galaxy than if they showed up later.
>>5670116>Charge the hoardsCONSUME THEIR SOULS
>>5670116>Recover the Fallen! All other family members can fight, but only one can raise the dead.https://youtu.be/-AFdwoyNT24
>>5670116>Son and Father, for once shall fight together.
>>5670116>Recover the Fallen!Two ca play the resurrection game
>>5670116>Recover the Fallen!It's a good opening move.
>>5670116>Recover the Fallen!I hope we can see Vulkan.
CHARGE!!!>>5670122>>5670383Father and Son>>5670130>>5670141>>5670145>>5670429The Fallen>>5670161>>5670316>>5670320>>5670346>>5670428>>5670455>>5670475>>5670519>>5670664>>5670127As the Dead sell their Souls, they shall serve eternally.
>>5670780
The Webway was a creation of those called the Old Ones. An amphibious race of highly empowered psykers who had immense powers. The easiest comparison to their might would be the Emperor of Mankind, that while the Emperor can still die in a sense they could simply deny death their due through sheer power of will. It was their minds that forged the galaxy to how it is today. Through their actions numerous races were born upon a whim and it was their judgment that had ultimately doomed the Galaxy to the fate it had today. One could describe it as the Sin of Hypocrisy. Here the Old Ones had created a plethora of races for their own enjoyment and played with the Motive Force as if it was theirs to temper with. When the Necrontyr, hearing of their skill in psychic might, requested those who held the ability of fate changing they were denied. The reason for that denial was that by doing so the Old Ones would be altering what was natural. This decision was what ultimately set the galaxy to its current course. But one has to wonder if this decision was really hypocritical or something else entirely? Yes, it led to the extinction of the Old Ones but being such powerful psykers they should have known this would happen. All futures should have been easily witnessed to their mind’s eye and averted. So, the Omnissiah reasoned, the Old Ones chose this fate. Breaking into the Webway would have been hard with technologies belonging to the Necrons. None of them except the Doleman Gate were built specifically to interact with the realm of souls. In the laters times of the War in Heaven however gave the secrets the Omnissiah used and every discovery in teleportation Humanity had further solidified his ability. Walking into the webway to him was only a tad harder than accessing the warp. Where he could appear anywhere within the warp with ease when he entered the Webway it was like trying to fall upon a pin while falling from space. A normal being, even the Emperor, could not achieve this feat. The Omnissiah could. So the Omnissiah walked into the realm seeing the battle that was taking place. With a wave of his hand the machines and mechanisms that were used to help pierce the membrane of the webway were closed so that he would not cause another front of battle. With that he flew towards the battle with weariness within his mind.
Explosions sang and blood rained all across the fields of battle. There were fortifications but these fortifications were simply the numerous bodies of the Daemons who had fallen in battle piling themselves above the heads of those present. A gross and almost hedonistic use of the dead but these were desperate times and bodies proved to be the most ready resource next to machines. Those that fought on the frontline were the Custodian Guard. When the Daemons of Khorne quickly made their dive towards the front lines of the Emperor they were already acting upon the approach of the horde. Polearms raised above their heads, each of the Custodians swung in perfect formation three times the millisecond that the Bloodletters made contact. One attack sliced into the chest of the first line, instantly killing those that were bloodthirsty enough to charge at the front. Another slice was a return strike, leading the blades up through the chest of the next line with a seamless death on another line. The next line of horrors soon met their fate as each of their heads were chopped off. Perfect technique, each of them. They held the front line clearly and without error amongst any of them. You could not accuse one of being too slow or one of being too fast, they were perfect in their technique and that was what they were bred for. Around their line was the augmentation of automata and Astartes. The Custodians had formed a three rank deep formation which was followed by Tanatar Siege Automata and Kastelans. He watched as both of these creations of war tore into the forces that were approaching, softening the blow that was to be expected by the Custodian Guard. The Thanatars for instance sent large balls of plasma sailing above the Custodians and exploding amongst the ranks of Pink Horrors what had been trying to pelt the Custodian Guard into submission. The Kastelans simply threw fire above the heads of the Custodians, torching those foolish enough to approach with a respondent overwatch. Next to these weapons of war were those that the Omnissiah realized shared blood with him. The Laturns of Charon raised their hands and pointed in the direction of their allies. No lighting or smiting came from any of them, instead the golden Custodian Guard glowed brighter as their already perfect strength was augmented to divine levels only approachable by the Chosen of Gods. But even with all of this, after several tosses by the beings who served foul powers, Custodians fell. As they did, from the shadows warriors dressed in mortal patterns of power armor emerged from the rear and slaughtered those who had pierced the line. In doing so they quickly recovered those that were fighting. The Omnissiah watched all of this, seeing his Father at the front most line taking the fight against the Daemons.
With a small drift the Omnissiah approached those who had fallen. Their bodied string out behind their fellows as the ranks were closed once again to form the wall of perfection that the guardians were known for. His appearance was quickly realized by those that were present not counting the guard. As for the reason the guard did not care for the appearance of the Omnissiah, he was sure it was because of the Emperor in some form. Those, like the Null Nobilite and Tech Priest quickly took positions around him. The Tech Priests kneeled while the Nobilite poised themselves for an attack. They did not launch that attack though. The reasoning was simple, that many among their ranks recognized the face of their founder upon the Omnissiah’s visage. The Omnissiah reached the body of the fallen and gripped it. He could hear it, the dissipating soul of the Custodian who was serving alongside the Emperor. Tenderly within his hands the Omnissiah read the entire history and all the names that the Custodian held in his service to his liege. In doing so the Omnissiah impaired knowledge of the situation and who he was to the Custodian. It was after this study that he spoke, “Soul of Orion, you have fallen in battle against the hordes that threaten your sovereign. You will die with no ability to serve your Lord once I release your soul into whatever depths of the Immaterium your Lord has created for your kind. Thus I ask you, Orion Librus, do you wish to continue service? In doing so you will lose whatever can be called an Afterlife, but you will serve the Emperor.” “Even in Death, Our Duty is to Serve.” The dead spoke. “Rise.” The Omnissiah declared as he took a piece of his body and trapped the soul into it. Those on the outside would swear that they witnessed the gunmetal being bleeding a single drop upon the corpse of the Custodian. Then they witnessed as green lighting began to consume the Companion of the Emperor while his body spasmed. Soon though the Custodian Guard rose from his place with green eyes. The place he was injured, a slice in the gut, was repaired with silver while the rest of his body remained golden. With the resurrection completed the Guardian quickly advanced into the grouping of Guards and resumed his place in combat. Such was to be expected for the Machine God has had Epochs to realize what went wrong with the Necrons and how he would improve them. The first realization he had was simple, that they needed souls.Thus, the Omnissiah bound the Custodian within his suit of armor. It was unstable and would likely fail unless the Omnissiah was nearby, but that was exactly what needed to happen.
The forces of the Emperor slowly became reinforced one after another with the hands of the Omnissiah touching each and every one of them. The amount of venerable souls that the Gods of Chaos were able to eat upon as they fought were none as the Omnissiah was easily able to reclaim both the soul and the body for their reincarnation into damnation. Let them be the Custodians, Null Nobilite, or even some Machines of the Mechanicum. Each of them had their bodies infested with necrodermis that was perfected specifically for the use in organic creatures. To create a legion of warriors that were both Loyal and Sapient, for after those eras of watching the Necrons bicker amongst each other from above the Machine God theorized that there missing souls was a problem. Without a soul one cannot change. For Necrons they could in some ways develop but that was because of the soul-like echoes that were within each of them. These were the same kind, to a much stronger extent, to the echoes that were within the matrixes of the Abominable Intelligences. Both of these lifeforms could change but they could not fundamentally adjust. No Necron was ever comfortable within their bodies while those of the Mechanicum had grown addicted to their bodies. It was during one of these actions that the Omnissiah flew above a breakage in the line. A horde of Juggernaughts had thrown themselves into the line and blew through the Custodians in a rampage. Just as they were brushing a path through the guard a group of Lanterns intercepted the Daemons and reached forward. In doing so the Daemons vibrated and some disappeared, becoming nothing as they were banished back to their Gods. Still, through that breakage one of the Lanterns had lost their life. The Omnissiah as many of the others held his soul within his hand. He gave him the knowledge he held and was about to speak the terms before the soul spoke. “Father…?”>Your Father is here, and he is proud of you>Indeed I am. Let me bless you with eternal service>I am both your Father and the Omnissiah. Even as a wayward son you know what I mean.
>>5670924>Your Father is here, and he is proud of youEven after ascending, TalOS is still the best dad
>>5670924>Your Father is here, and he is proud of youSo proud of our boys.
>>5670923"In doing so you will lose whatever can be called an Afterlife"Awww, well, at least he can take comfort in joining the rest of our Mechanical faithful into the Data Vaults of the Void Dragons being. "the Omnissiah bound the Custodian within his suit of armor"C'tan Rubric Custodians? Neat!
>>5670924>Be of good cheer, my son, for you make proud Fabricator General, Father, and Omnissiah + Be blessed with eternal serviceImagine being so lucky that you get words of praise from your general, your leader, your father, your prophet, and your God all in one AND immortality plus a guarantee into the Mechanicum's afterlife.
>>5670924>>Your Father is here, and he is proud of youI... it's awesome... but I am used to seeing space marines dying in gruesome ways and being fine with it. Them not dying is... weird
>>5670949I'm more concerned if giving them a soul gives them vulnerabilities that the Necron's don't have.The Null Nobilites should be fine. Theoretically, they'll become True Necron Pariah's (without the flesh bits).But uh, well, what about the Psychic Lanterns? It doesn't appear they will get to stay psykers. They might end up being normal warriors.
>>5670924>Your Father is here, and he is proud of you
>>5670924>Your Father is here, and he is proud of youHes still getting Resurrected right?
>>5670924>Your Father is here, and he is proud of youBack with the necron milk and cigarettes boys, what did i miss?
>Indeed I am. Let me bless you with eternal serviceThe reward for a job well done is more work.
>>5670924>Your father is here, and he is proud of you
>>5670924>Your Father is here, and he is proud of youLove is enteral in these dark times.
>>5670924>Your Father is here, and he is proud of youThey sacrificed many things for us, it’s time for us to give them something back
>>5671215Err, are we though?These Lanterns of Charos have been serving as Support Psykers for 150ish years. It's quite attached to their soul.To go from Psyker to Null just like that. . .Then again, Grey Knights do so. And they do not complain. So maybe it's not so bad.And they have confirmation that their soul shall never go to the Warp, but enter into the Vaults of the Void Dragon.
>>5670924>Your Father is here, and he is proud of you. Good job boy.
Your Father is proud>>5670926>>5670930>>5670949>>5670987>>5671027>>5671090>>5671095>>5671156>>5671183>>5671215>>5671312>>5671395>>5671461Blessed be Service>>5670944>>5671122
The Omnissiah paid witness to his child, taking a moment of thought to realize just who it was he was about to bring into the greater fold of the Universe. In truth at the beginning the man known as TalOS was terrified of his own progeny. Not that they would overpower him, but that none of those at the present time could properly teach them. Without proper teaching their damnation would have been assured. The Chaos Gods taking pieces of their faith and technique to slowly corrupt them into a final vector that would spell the damnation of several worlds. The Worshiper suspected this and even thought it could be greater from the xenos techniques that were witnessed by him. Thus he banished them from his view to those who he trusted. In this moment, the Worshiper realized that he was once again reunited with his wayward sons. And seeing them here today gave his already strong heart a burning of emotions. “That is I, Cassidus.” The Omnissiah spoke as he held the soul tight for a moment, “I am proud of not only you but all of your brothers for what you have become.” The Soul, in what should have been its final moments, glowed with awe as it paid witness to who it was he spoke to. An acknowledgement that was long since denied given as an answer to the child’s deathwish. None would deny its value in it. “My Son, I ask you, will you be willing to fight by my side? To fight back the terrors of the warp so that others can stand tall?” The Soul did not waver as it spoke, “I shall.”“Good.” The Omnissiah said as he placed the soul back into the body of the Fallen Astartes. Green lightning erupted from the body as the Astartes slowly rose from his demeaned position. In a bound he rose upon his feet and raised his hands high into the air to call upon the psychic energies that were still at his disposal. He was no longer bound by the simple restrictions of a mortal soul and body, his body given a new form under the watchful eye of the Omnissiah. Green power infused the Custodians before him. Lightning danced across their armor as it shocked the incoming Daemons with a baneful fury. A few of them even dissipated from that simple strike as the Machine God watched to witness such an act.
The Omnissiah wished to continue his recovery, to attempt to bring back the forces that were the only thing keeping back the forces of Chaos from infesting the Imperial Palace and making all the labors every human has placed into the Imperium a Waste. As he floated in search of another soul he noticed something at the corner of his vision. A small raven-like bird who should not have been so deep in the warp. Another second’s worth of study revealed the bird to be a crow of modestly unusual size to the understanding of the divine being. He then realized, in the next second, that crows of terra had been extinct upon terra since AI had rebelled against mankind. It was this thought that caused an Omnissiah Axe to appear within the hands of the Prophet and attempt to strike the now transforming bird that was now materializing into what was a giant creature of death and murder. Its talons were as long as a human’s arm and death the size of hands. It appeared with a gaping jaw that was obviously meant for the sheer pleasure of killing instead of anything more practical. Even Nurgle’s minions, as grotesque and sickening as they were, did not break from the conventions of evolution nearly as much as the creature who was now bearing its death at the Omnissiah was. The Master of Machines was quick and brought the hilt of his axe to deflect three of the dozen tentacles that were approaching him in rapid succession. He failed to get all the strikes he wished and felt his body stabbed several times at a single side by the creature’s arm length nails. As it tried to go in for the kill though the Omnissiah quickly brought his weapon and sliced half a foot deep into the maw that was about to eat him whole. While fiendish in making and form the creature still suffered from pain. It quickly released the Omnissiah and used whatever could be counted as Gravity to drift itself downwards. The Divine Prophet tried to go down and follow up with a strike at the creature but instead of his blade meeting its flesh the Daemon sprouted a pair of avian wings just like the crow that it was before. “You don’t bleed.” The Daemon said as it inspected its talons for any sign of blood, “Khorne would have been sad to see a creature like you, but I do not care. Something does not need to bleed to die.” As the Daemon spoke the Omnissiah prepared himself for another bout. As he looked upon the ever changing form of the creature the Omnissiah knew instantly what it was. It was Drach'nyen, the personification of Murder. A mockery of his brother, the Night Bringer, but still a formidable foe. >Try and retreat to the Emperor>Attempt to take it apart one piece at a time. >Arrange the firing squad.
>>5671492>Arrange the firing squad.
Guys. I don't know why everyone is equating your "Your father is proud" with resurrection?" yall know option two" blessed be service" is the resurrection option right?
>>5671492>Arrange the firing squadThis isn't a murder. This is an execution.
>>5671492>Arrange the firing squadRattle em boyz
>>5671492>Arrange the firing squadHeavy is the heart of a ruler who's hands must condem his people to death. Heavier is the weight of fire we're going to level at your ass, you crow like PARASITE.
>>5671492>Arrange the firing squad.C o n c e n t r a t e F i r e p o w e r .
>>5671492>Try and retreat to the EmperorThis is a Big Demon and Abaddons future weapon. OTL it does big damage to our Father."It was Drach'nyen, the personification of Murder. A mockery of his brother, the Night Bringer, but still a formidable foe."I think TalOS means his brother MORTARION. This is a troubling sign that TalOS' awareness is being subsumed.
>>5671495what are you talking about, T4L0S resurrected him before speaking those words.>Arrange the firing squad. >Muh 1v1. Yeah right, fire at 'em boys
>>5671495wut, Sir he was brought back.
>>5671515Its the Omnissiah, not just TalOS but also the Void Dragon. He is brothers to both the Primarchs and the C'Tan.
>>5671522I cant help but be paranoid Senpai
>>5671492>Attempt to take it apart one piece at a time.>1V1 me bitch
>>5671492>Arrange the firing squad.>OTHER: Have the Omnissiah try and craft Gloom Prisms, Null-Field Matrixes, and other items that will boost the local Null Nobilite and their ranged weapons, their contribution will be vital hereThe Drach'nyen will not be bested by conventional fire. Even the mighty Adrathic Disintegrators of the Adeptus Custodes, perhaps the best firearms ever designed by mortal man, could do naught, neither could the Emperor slay it with psychic might. It was a creature born of the psyche and murder, whose essence is violence itself. More violence will only feed it.Therefore its nature must be undone, neutralized, attacked at the fiber of its being rather than as a matter of raw firepower alone.
I do find it funny that at the end of the day, TalOS still ended up being Horus biggest and worst headache. In between the way he stacked board of loyalist forces prior to the Heresy, ensuring that Horus had to divert more troops and efforts away form the main thrust to Terra, turning Perturabo against him, shielding Ultramar from the worst of Lorgar and Angron, and even preventing the Fall of Mars.All the while TalOS himself hasn't even done him the service of facing him or his brothers in combat, let alone showing his face at all. He even got another primarch command his forces, perhaps the BEST primarch to command them in his stead, let alone that the Federation is as effective as Guilliman and Alpharius' organization without their Primarch.He can't even ask his demon friends to predict where the fuck he is because of his separation from the warp and being a Null and he hasn't taken the bait of being lured back to the Federation. All the while we fill in the place of Vulkan's death by fighting the Webway War which also ruins Chaos attempts to attack Terra from within.It will be hilarious if at the end of the war we never face him and he never got a chance to send a demon primarch at us. We were just a massive roadbloack from behind the machinations of our forces, which is exactly what was planned and incredibly satisfying.In his own way, TalOS displayed that he wouldn't make a half bad Warmaster either. In the least, he proved himself to be The Imperial Quartermaster.
>>5672071 Nano, I think you didn't emphasize the dimension of the situation where Fulgrim and Lorgar find themselves in. They're fighting the equivalent of the first world war in space, no matter what they do they're completely fucked. If they decide to attack in full force, Perturabo will "grind" their troops (the literal main tactic of his legion ). If they try guerrilla tactics, Perturabo can ambush and destroy them piece by piece (That reminds me that the possible most successful ambush in the warhammer universe history was done by him ). If they try to retreat guess who will be free to tear them to pieces on the way to the solar system? (The fortress will make a lot of difference in the final battle) And worst of all, how are the traitors getting enough ammunition to continue this war? The Federation is safe and Ultramar is stable. The only one I can imagine taking care of their logistics at the moment would be Angron, I don't think that he is doing a very good job at the moment for obvious reasons. Geez, I wouldn't be surprised if the emperor walked away from this heresy.
>>5672109In terms of ammo, they will probably have to convert more quickly to warp based weapons so maybe they are using more daemon engines, more melee units and daemon powered guns
>>5672109To add to these points consider the legions arrayed against us.The Word Bearers are cut in half. Kor Phaeron, hardly the image of a brilliant commander, is having to try and pull of a calth and Ultramar campaign with half the WB and no World Eater support. Frankly the smart thing he'd do is not engage in up front warfare at all and *attempt* guerilla warfare. If the Dark Angels still scattered the Night Lords like in canon this is hopeless a fully intact Ultramar and now with Dark Angel and Blood Angel reinforcements and three primarchs against a mortal? If the NL beat the DA it makes a bit more sense. On the Lucian Front Lorgar is not going to be able to snowball converts and heretics. Our people know the demon even if only by religion, TalOS was every bit the Zealous preacher he was, and most of all our people have the null nobilite and Blackstone to repulse the demon and warp element of scrapcode. Now we must pray that Perturabo, 4L4N and V4D4R with the aid of Calibre and TalOS excellent firewalls can win the war in cyberspace and safeguard the machine spirits.Fulgrim? He may be more fanatical, but his already shriveled legion in canon suffered even more with animosity between them and the Admech.Angron is likely a bigger threat here. Less logistics, but more the fact that he accomplished what he could not do in canon: Kill a Primarch and sacrifice Khans skull to Khorne. It is likely that he is no longer dying like in canon and maybe even preemptively reached his 40k powers.We can only pray our Blackstone Fortress keeps his demonic hide at bay Thank the Machine God Corvus is with them. I think he would be desperate enough to ask to recruit acillian style marines to replenish his forces given their ease of mass production. Unless maybe UZI or the Fab General helped with the Raptor Project. I'm just glad he's there to keep them safe from assassins
FIRING SQUAD>>5671493>>5671496>>5671498>>5671499>>5671501>>5671512>>5671578>>5671735>>5671908 - No>>5671951Retreat to the Emperor>>56715151v1 me Bitch>>5671613>>5671516
>>5672137not that it changes the vote but the second 1v1 vote is actually a arrange firing squad vote.
>>5672132These write ups are great
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TFcXob5iu-0Since I know a few of you are into Marathon, probably should join to help fire off the damned trailer. If what I am reading is correct I question why I would bother. An extraction shooter is not Marathon. Where are the Phor!?
>>5672149It seems that Nurgle infected the comments.There are an awful lot of sevens ...nasty
You know I also realize.Fulgrim might have given himself to Chaos.But Ferrus is dead, he can't sacrifice him.And he won't slit Roboute's throat until after the war.I hope he doesn't get his replacement kill between pert or Corvus.Surprisingly we spoke so little with the Ravenlord but he ended up being a bro to us.Wonder if Tyberos is still skulking outside the Galaxy and will hear any of this. Or if he will inevitably be eaten by nids.
OH YE GODSIf the tyranids eat Tyberos outside the Galaxy, they will absorb PRIMARCH DNA
Talon against Axe was the dance the two of them held against one another as the Omnissiah faced off against the greatest sin that mankind had ever created. He could taste the sheer hate and lust for violence that the creature gave off as its enlarged jaws came just a foot away from his arm. The Demi-God brought his weapon up and parried a slash that was going for his head. In this singular moment he had time shift just the smallest amount to allow him to escape another talon that was going for his legs. Using this small burst of speed the Omnissiah brought his axe over and tried to slice off one of the talons the daemon sported. Drach'nyen saw this coming and morphed his body to reflect this. Suddenly an overextended talon became a black mash of ooze that had no discernable characteristic except that it was long. In the next moment the limb was drawn back into the center mass of the daemon like a moldable mass. The Omnissiah did not threat and sent a rider in the form of his weapons pommel into the center mass of the First Murder. As the Axe was in someway the Omnissiah, he felt the sickening putrid pus that made up such an amorphous concept. The first murder was something that the common man knew, and as such while everyone knew of the first Murder they did not know what form it took. It was this concept that empowered the creature into becoming something that was all things. A concept that was both form and formless. As it was Murder, Drach'nyen knew the tactics of war. With its body impaled by the pole instead of the blade the Daemon threw himself forward in an attempt to slice at the weilder. A savage beastial attack that the Daemon had witnessed several thousand men commit in their final moments of life. The difference here was that Drach'nyen was not so easily killed. With as the newest set of jaws sailed towards the divine, the Omnissiah quickly twisted and flew below the Deamon with the creature still impaled. When the teeth might have closed the divine slammed his feet into the jaws and sent a volt of green lightning through its entire body. Even if it was formless it still obeyed the laws mankind recognized, one of those being that lightning robbed the body of control. Thus the Daemon could not close its jaws upon the foot of the Divine with the Omnissiah rocketing towards the ground.
The Prophet of the Machine God slammed into the ground with the same amount of force that he kicked into the Daemon. The ground did not reflect the impact or anything else, for the webway was in itself still the warp. And the warp never truly obeyed the laws of physics. Drach'nyen was in hot pursuit for he could taste the chance. To gain vengeance for the strike that the Omnissiah had done to the Daemon and avenge the bits of blood which were now spilling out of its gut. As it flew down the Divine prepared his blade in welcome, causing the Daemon to drift to the side instead of foolishly taking the Omnissiah from the front. As Drach'nyen touched the floor its wings were replaced with feet as its form was closer to a leopard. It stuck to the ground and dashed right under the strike by the Omnissiah, only losing a bit of its tale as it happened. The Divine kicked and watched as Drach'nyen turned what was a stomach into a pair of waiting jaws to sink into the coming limb. The Daemon thought it had outsmarted the Prophet of Machines but then watched as the limb that was once a foot sharpened into a knife. The Daemon was caught surprised and felt the bladed limb of the Omnissiah sink into its body. While pain shot through its body though the Daemon was already moving away from the limb and away from the body of the Omnissiah. Drach'nyen’s eyes told the Omnissiah everything he needed to. It had realized that its target was far worse than it expected and that it was starting to consider a retreat. Unlike a Khornate it held the feelings of self preservation that the First Victim of Murder felt. Whatever surprise it had was gone and it tried to leap away. The Omnissiah knew this was a moment he could not lose and with a push of his will caused the relationship between Drach'nyen and time to deviate into slothness. The Daemon was forced to watch as the Thallax Automatas and Tech Priests that had positioned themselves near this location firing upon him. Lightning leaped from their guns and danced upon the flesh of Drach'nyen. The creature slowly convulsing as the attacks played with its body. Quickly it lost its feline form and became but a blob that was meaningless in concert. It was then that reality broke around Drach'nyen. It was a Neverborn, a creature of the Warp, and as such imposed its will upon the area around him causing reality itself to break down. It was like a worm wiggling out of a hand holding it. Its puss becoming almost labyrinth before tossing itself at the nearby Tech Priest and murdering him. Blood and oil rained as it tore into the shoulder and drove daggers through the back of the Priest.
Drach'nyen was injured, the Omnissiah knew that, but the concept of Murder was not something that could be killed. It was gaining so much power from the Materium as brother killed brother and betrayal occurred several dozen times a second. He was, in such a way, the epitome of this war. Reduced to such a frivolous state the Daemon was still able to kill devour as it pleased. Even being a shard of a God the Omnissiah could not land the killing blow!He watched then as the Daemon threw itself into the facial cavities of a nearby devotee. The next moment the being that he possessed was running while shooting a Volkite at the Omnissiah with little care for what happened. The attacks continued but the Omnissiah did not care. With a thought he demanded the Machine Spirit to silence itself and the machine complied with his demands. In silencing itself Drach'nyen threw the weapon away and simply sank his teeth into a nearby Servitor. In an instant the flush that was Drach'nyen flowed into the body of the other and the Plasma Mortar upon its back fired with no rhyme or reason. It was then that the Omnissiah realized what the Daemon was trying to do. As plasma rained across the area the Machine God’s Prophet willing a realm around him into a shimmer similar to a void shield. He could feel the impacts of each shot before he thrusted his hand forward and shattered the body that Drach'nyen was puppeted with a single pulse of thought. However the Deamon once again bound hosts and this time found a Lantern of Charon. While they have had training to resist these kinds of possessions this was something else entirely. Drach'nyen was murder and thus not only powerful but very much a human experience that merged well with humanity. In this bound they were one step closer to the frontlines and the Daemon’s escape. The wordless threat was clear, keep chasing and it will keep murdering as it wishes. >Give into the chase, it faces the Omnissiah after all. >Let him go, there will be another chance to kill it.
>>5672171>Let him go, there will be another chance to kill it.
>Give into the chase, it faces the Omnissiah after all.Shall we pursue Lu Bu?
>Let him go, there will be another chance to kill it.We have not the time to spare on an unkillable Deamon
>>5672171>Let him goDo not forget our main objective here is to repulse demons and hold the webway. Not chase after every noteworthy demon we find.Also meh. Drachnynen is sad imo.The essence of the first *human* murder? The Eldar were murdering each other by the billions before men even existed. He is an inferior Khaine who at least ascended from entity to godhood before his shattering. Is it any wonder he was bound to the equally pathetic Abaddon living in the shadow of Horus legacy?
>>5672179Unkillable my ass. Any demon can be given a true death. Qaramar the demon of the last second at the end of time would have been killed by the Emperors sword if he didn't escape in plague wars.Necrons and nulls can give the greatest of demons a true deathBesides, even without TalOS, in strange eons even death may die.
>>5672171>Ler him go, there will be another chance to kill itLoudly forgive him, it might hurt his psyche.
>>5672171>>Let him go, there will be another chance to kill it.>>Run my child, run as much as you canJust like in cannon
Battlefield Ultramar:>Guilliman>Sanguinius>Lion>LegionsVs.>Nighthaunter>Kor phaeron WB>Legions+condition unknown+Battlefield Lucius Federation>Corax>Perturabo the Hero of Xana>Mechanicus>LegionsVs.>Fulgrim +Vulkan buff>Lorgar WB>Legions+condition unknown+Battlefield Sol>Dorn (now with Boosted Morale)>Mechanicus>Legions+condition unknown+Somewhere:>Horus/ Mortarion>Angron +Kahn buff>Vashtorr scrapcode?>Magnus>"Omegon"Dead: Kahn Dead: Vulkan
>>5672385Dead: Alpharius
>>5672171>Give into the chase, it faces the Omnissiah after all.It goes with a threats because it's weak! For fallen and glory of Murdering The First Murder!
>>5672171>Let him go, there will be another chance to kill it.We are here to hold the line, not to get into duels.
>>5672385Angron killing KhanAnd if Fulgrim did end up killing Vulkan. . .(on top of going into Chaos without hesitation)Man, for all they lack in military might, their Primarchs are definitely getting major character kills and truly absorbing the gifts of Chaos. It's kinda scary.Only thing that could make this worse is if Curze ends up beating Corvus in the game of shadows.
>>5672149>Private videoWhat am I trying to see here?
>>5672514Traditionally Konrad was Fulgrims apprentice after being discovered by Emprah. In this timeline that bond could lead to him being Choas Night Haunter.
Let him go>>5672174>>5672200>>5672201>>5672221>>5672234>>5672512>>5672773>>5672179Give into the Chase>>5672408>>5672176
>>5672953>Traditionally Konrad was Fulgrims apprentice I was not awares of this.I'm very curious as to how that went, if it was in any books. They are just such radically different figures.
The Omnissiah watched as the Daemon raised the hands of its possessed and began firing into the crowd of warriors. The Divine was not a powerless bystander though and quickly ruined whatever mechanical functions the Daemon’s weapon could have released upon those fighting the Neverborn. In doing this the Prophet of Machines knew that the Daemon was going to gain distance, but he did not advance forward towards it. He hated the fact that one of his sons and priest was lost to such a monster but simply chasing down the Daemon would force him to murder so many others. Such a fact was evident as the Daemon threw itself over the phalanx of Custodians. A simple strike by what was surely a confused Custodian killed the Lantern of Charon. However the death of its mortal shell did not hurt the Daemon as he threw himself into the Horde of Daemons. And just like that he was gone. Hidden amongst the hordes. There was nothing yet the Omnissiah could do to track down Daemon at this moment. Being within the Warp was already messing with his foresight. Add upon that the presence of those that should not exist and the Omnissiah was simply blinded. With a flick of his hand the Omnissiah awakened those that were killed indirectly by Drach'nyen. Small groups began to rise but none of those that Daemon had directly possessed were able to be saved by this manner. Their souls, from what the Omnissiah witnessed, were eaten by the creature. He would not bring them back as soulless husks. He turned to witness the groups that were fighting now. It must have been a month worth of time doing by in his actions as a Valkyrie raising the dead back to life. In doing so a sizeable chunk, roughly fifteen percent, had been turned into the Omnissiah’s undying legions. It was obvious now what he needed to do. Rising off the ground the Omnissiah glided towards his Father.
The Emperor, as expected, knew that the Omnissiah was approaching before the two caught sight of one another. Both of them were in some way blind but both of them knew what the other felt like. That link between Father and Son never severed no matter how many changes and mutations the one known as TalOS subjected himself to. The Omnissiah decided to float near the God-Man known as the Emperor of Mankind. In his current incarnation the Emperor was truly the Warrior-King that he played during so many periods of human history. From Alexander the Great to Caesar of Rome, the Emperor had a nack for choosing those whose significance was short lived through murder. The one before the Omnissiah was close to what the Emperor was. He was born in a time where mankind was still fighting eachother with stone axes in the Anatolian plains. In that climate he was raised and learned the secrets of warfare. But none played the Omnissiah a fool, for while this form was the closest to what the Emperor was there would never be a definitive form of the Emperor. Such a thing was impossible when the man who stood before the Omnissiah was but a collection of souls synchronized in a single mind. Currently taking the form of a giant the Emperor was eye level with the Omnissiah. There was a pulse of psychic might from the Emperor, a probing action that would grant him the insight of what he was. Both the Will and the Worshiper accepted this intrusion, for in truth they had done the same to the Emperor but a moment ago. “It was I who created the Prophecy of the Omnissiah.” The Emperor spoke as he looked sternly upon the being before him, “Marvec was a corrupt creature who was easily tempered, so I dominated him into creating a tale that would allow the Mechanicum and Imperium to integrate with one another. It was supposed to be a lie.” >Lies can easily become truth.>You are a God, do not think your prophecies are meritless.>Then we thank you for making it.
>>5673022>You are a God, do not think your prophecies are meritless.I feel like this will spark a fight BUT its true.
>>5673022>You are a God, do not think your prophecies are meritless.
>>5673022>Humor/Irony Response>"Was it not said in old Aegyptus 'That which Pharaoh says is not an order but the truth. If the Universe does not conform to his truth, it is the duty of his subject to remake the universe until it did'I feel like the Emperor was probably a Pharaoh at some point, in 40k it's been implied that Egypt looks the way it does because it was inspired by the Necrontyr. The Emperor would get the reference.We probably shouldn't call him a God. And a bit of chiding humor could remind him, his son is still inside here as well as the Dragon.
>>5673022>Lies can easily become truth.
>>5673036>Support
>>5673022First is too snappy, second is too agressive, third is too condescending.I suppose something like what Nano said.What Emps intended out of the prophecy is irrelevant, TalOS and Mag'ladroth made it real. Though I think he just wants to bitch and moan that things didn't go his way. I have no clue if the Omnissiah could help the Emperor get his head out of his ass since Chaos has made their play so the super ultra mega secrecy is redundant (still don't quite understand how warning the Primarchs would've messed things up)... or does he think sweeping this entire ordeal under the rug is still the ideal outcome?
>>5673080Maybe the entity who acknowledging CG existence give them a way into CG mind or acknowledging their existence by the influential people gives them more power or it's something about Primarch creation used warp entities, as Corax found out, and they may be subjected to the laws of immaterium if they acknowledge CG? Who knews, plenty of hypotheses of which none may be true.
>>5673165Maybe the entity who acknowledge CG existence gives CG a way into entities mind*.My grammar sucks as usual
>>5673022Lets be cheeky supporting>This option >>5673036
>>5673036>>5673022Oh big E is gonna HATE this response, but we are standing here right now, despite all the differences we are standing here and supporting our allies.>>supporting
>>5673022Support:>5673036>>5673080 Do you think Nano's response was too rude? Read this: Considering that two of my brothers are currently burning my people. Two good ones are dead, and most of humanity spread across the galaxy is in the hands of the greatest enemy.I would say this is the most pointless time to have this conversation, and yes I am aware of my background, both sides of it. Seriously after Lorgar's actions, would it be so hard to banish him too? Anyway what is the plan to cover this wound?
>>5673351"Oh, and another one that could have come back to save the day and earn redemption for himself was banished permanently, instead of given 'probation'. Which, I suppose, is at least a better alternative than them going traitor."
>>5673022>write in: Prophesies are just stories. Mankind has always endeavored to make it's story come true... Even inspite of others. It's good to see you father. Sorry for the mess. Lets get back to cleaning
You are a god, Prophecies are not meaningless>>5673028>>5673035A Ruler's word forms the Universe, what you said has been done. >>5673036>>5673070>>5673159>>5673160>>5673184>>5673191>>5673208>>5673322>>5673227>>5673329>>5673351Lies Easily become Truth>>5673051
“Millions of years ago, when humanity was not even a theoretical path of genetic development the mammals of earth could become.” The Omnissiah began with a tale that was indeed as old as time itself, “A race known as the Necrontyr was upon the stage of the Universe. At the same time the Old Ones were.” As words were spoken the Omnissiah could tell that the Emperor held within him a sense of interest. What was spoken was the lost history of the Universe that the Emperor wished to know so many years in advance. Only now, in the times of damnation, would he learn something that might have saved humanity from the fate it was about to experience. A fool would call these words useless. Maybe they were both fools in this fact, the one telling the tale and the one who would listen to it. But both of them agreed that the information needed to be shared. That it would provide that little bit of insight that could change the galaxy. “Their society was hierarchical, similar in a way to what you have created with the Imperium.” The Omnissiah admitted with a nod, “But in a sense they were far worse. In the Imperium you made it so even a Primarch, one of your own sons, could not so easily escape the charges of Murder and Massacre without your warrant. In Necron Society, it was far different.” The Omnissiah raised a closed fist and held it aloft between the two of them, “In their society it was the duty of the lessers to make the vision of their betters come to truth. When an Immortal ordered those below him to build him a house, they built him such a homestead. When the Lord demanded that walls that touched the sky were built around his city they were built.” The Omnissiah soon took his fist and rose it into the air, “But when one becomes an Overlord, they do not demand. They do not give orders. If a Planetary Lord, the Overlord, states that there is not a single thing taller than his Monolith than it shall be. Upon his declaration his people made sure that what he spoke was the truth. Entire mountain ranges were cut down within a fortnight and thousands of buildings were demolished as they dared to prove the Overlord wrong.” “When a Pharon, a leader of their dynasties said that a system’s planet would go supernova his Technosocerers would make it happen. When the Triarchs declared that there were indeed salvations for the Necrontyr they had gods fashioned from space dust.” The Omnissiah then released his hand, “When the Silent King, their greatest Lord, declared that they shall all become immortal, they became immortal!” The Omnissiah lowered his hand upon the Emperor, “You are the Emperor of Mankind, Lord of Man and Tyrant of the Galaxy. Equal to the Silent King in all aspects both empirical and meta-physical. When you, through Marvec, declared that the Omnissiah shall arrive upon Mar’s darkest hour it became more than Fate. It became the Truth of the Universe. Far more than you ever believed.”
The Emperor of Mankind looked upon the Omnissiah, the one who was his son, with a measure of thought. Behind the eyes of the Emperor were thousands of years worth of experience but all of them were useful except one of the earliest events in his life. There he witnessed a plan painted upon a wall. It was a plan to capture a beast from a herd to help feed the tribe that he was born to. He had told people that he was Neoth, but in truth such a name was still a lie. Neoth was simply a demonstration to the world and the gods that he was old. In truth, his original name did not matter, for he had far since outstripped it. The man who painted the plan upon the wall washed his hand with paint and placed it upon the wall. In doing so he had placed his hands upon the universe. The Shaman’s plan would succeed and thus they would all be fed. The Emperor had internalized this concept for all his life. Such was the reason that he took the mantle of Emperor, for by doing so the Emperor’s hands were placed upon the fabric of reality. As the Emperor heard those words he spoke did not wish to speak but it was his nature in situations like this, “I declared that there are ‘No Gods’. This fact was given to the entire Universe and I shaped with my hands a Universe to deny them. Why did I fail?” The Emperor had always liked TalOS, if a great bit annoyed that such a promising son took the path of a Cult. He had shown a side of himself, something that was not the Warrior-King, to him for he knew that TalOS was not fighting in the Crusade for Glory. While he fought for his god, he ultimately served humanity. Him becoming the Omnissiah was indeed a great anger to the Emperor. That his faith went so far that TalOS lost his humanity to become what was the Prophet of a God. Yet as the Emperor looked upon the Omnissiah he could not strike it down for what it was, for it was still TalOS. He still loved his son. Now he simply wanted to know where he went wrong. If there was some misunderstanding that the Emperor had about the universe that the being TalOS had became a ‘divine’ being that was part of its fabric. Maybe, just maybe, if the Emperor had a chance he would fashion a new plan with his handprint. “As I, the Omnissiah, see it.” TalOS spoke to his father with what was a human voice, “You did not mold the Universe to your will but simply molded your view to fit the Universe.”
The Emperor watched the Omnissiah bring his hand across the battlefield in a general gesture, “My Father, what is it you call these creatures? As TalOS you and Malcador referred to them as Xenos from the Warp. A Tulpa, a creation of mankind’s thoughts. You did not declare that they did not exist, you did not inform your people that they should not exist, you simply stated that they were something exotic that everyone did not understand.” What the being spoke was the truth of the matter, and upon it being highlighted he understood in that instant, “I allowed them to still exist.” The Omnissiah smiled, “By declaring that there were no Gods you indeed made sure for the time that there were no Gods. The beings of Chaos you said to be simply Exotic Xenos were that, exotic xenos. They did not have a single worshiper within the Galaxy, but as they were still creatures they could bargain.” The Emperor did not speak for he did not wish for the words to come out of his mouth. Not in this moment that he was starting to see things for what they were. “They bargained with those who did not believe in you. Nothing could stop them either, for they were not Gods and thus their existences were not denied by your words. Using what is a mismatch in variables and strings, they grabbed back the power that you had denied them.”His error was known and for it the Emperor would feel shame for the rest of his existence. But shame was not something that the Emperor ever dwelled upon. They were but moments that shaped his thoughts and ideals. He acted upon what he learned from them. “As you sit upon the Throne, think upon what your final declaration shall be. In that final moment where your words can shape the Universe.” The Omnissiah said with what the Emperor knew to be foresight beyond his own. The Emperor would not allow such a telling request to be the final words they spoke, “TalOS, what would you wish for my final declaration to be?” >That you are the God of Mankind>The Imperium will Endure>Salvation will come>Other
My apologies its a little different, but I think this is a better angle.
>>5673766>Mankind will prevail above all
>>5672953bruh
>>5673766>>That you are the God of MankindMan up beyatch. We have already proven your angle of attack is wrong.
How many months you think it would take you to compile your stuff in a PDF¿?I would gladly proofread it, and i think many others would as well
>>5673782?You talking just cleaning up the story and setting it down somewhere?
>>5673771>support
>>5673785ya.
>>5673790If you know of a good place I can probably do it. Tbh the hardest thing to do is removing all the choices I give you guys.
>>5673766>That you are the God of Mankind
>>5673766>That you are the God of MankindMy Soul is ready.My body can only get so ERECT!
>>5673766>OtherThat you love Mankind.
>>5673766>That you are the God of Mankind>you will need their strength their faith for the trials ahead.
>>5673799I was thinking on a google drive that you can make with a not-personal (or personal, you do you) account enabled to allow comments and suggestions. That way we can proofead and suggest changes in phrasing, sentences and words.
>>5673766>Other>That Emperor and his *son* the Omnissiah protects, and that Emperor and Machine God loves mankind#1. Neither the Emperor nor TalOS are happy that he will openly be seen as a God. Even if they now both know it will happen. I don't think they will encourage it IC, though I don't think they would try to stop it futility. "It's going to happen, it need not be said."#2 We should probably, delicately, bring up a suggestion that will aid both of us that isn't very obviously a grab for power either. Something that will genuinely be useful and that we cannot do ourselves#3 The C'tan derives survival and worship from Mankind, but it is still a C'tan. If people believe that the Void Dragon loves and protects them, he will love and protect them. The Emperor may like the idea that at least this gives him some assurance that the C'tan will work for the good of mankind, something he would be hard pressed to do otherwise#4 If at all possible it's gotta be catchy and try to be simple. "There are no Gods" "The Emperor Protects" "Only in Death does Duty End". This was the hard part#5 Sliding in ourselves as Omnissiah, that we exist as a separate entity and vow to protect mankind, will be good for TalOS in the long run. More importantly, it also ensures that people recognize that the Emperor is not the Omnissiah or convolute with himThis is perhaps THE most important decision we could ever make in the game, the one with possibly the most longest lasting effects. Thought hard on this. Wish I could come up with something more catchy.Hopefully QM can weigh in on whether or not some or part of this is possible/good idea.
>>5673766>Other: Rise your chrome eyebrow: "It's you who lived for 30k years or me? You're literally asking for an advice from C'Tan. Stop delegating important decisions to others and take responsibility!"
>>5673766>YOU ARE A GODsuch grand and intoxicating innocence
>>5674030>support
>>5674030>SupportSaying that the Void Dragon loves and protects mankind means the C'Tan will never betray them in the future
>>5674030>If people believe that the Void Dragon loves and protects them, he will love and protect them.But it is a CTAN, how can you think the warp affects in in shuch a way
>>5674117Because despite being a C'Tan, it is absorbing the psychic worship of mankind which was confirmed by TalOS.Let us not also forget, they still feed on Souls and Psychic power in the first place.The Void Dragon specifically was mentioned that he had learned how to feed on the worship of the Mechanicum. It now has vulnerability to said worship.
>>5674141That would be akin to an indigestion, not getting warped Badumtss by what you eat
>>5674169>>5674117I would also point out that this has technically already occured.I'll look up the exact post but TalOS directly mentioned the Void Dragon absorbed the worship of the Mechanicum as the Machine God. He then became and inherited the identity, traits, personality of the Machine God. He is no longer the Void Dragon alone, he is now the Machine God.So we would simply be using something we know already exists as an aspect of worship.
>>5674030>Support
>>5673766>>5673771>Support>Humanity will prevail above all.I don't like the theologically-loaded declarations, but IC it fits.
>>5674030Support for this.
Mankind Prevails>>5673771>>5673787>>5674272You are the God of Mankind, do not deny it>>5673780>>5673812>>5673826>>5673850>>5674085Love Mankind>>5673833Frack off>>5674041Tbh this one is not really well flavored>>5674030>>5674099>>5674116>>5674218>>5674315We will go with Love Mankind and Recognized as God.
>>5674481Looks good QM
>>5673766> No Bugs Allowed"It will make sense in the future, Father"
The Omnissiah, being both the Worshiper and the Will, thought to themselves for a moment. It was obvious that the Emperor had a thought on what his declaration shall be but today was not the day he would declare it. In the near future he shall have nothing but his thoughts to be accompanied with, thus he will need to fully realize what it is his decleration shall be. What he was doing here was not simply putting the weight of his thoughts upon the Omnissiah. The Emperor, just as TalOS has done so many times before, was simply seeking input to his decision. If the Emperor would commit it to fact was his decision, he simply wished to have a suggestion. The Will made its will known in that moment. It knew that this was not its place to give such an answer. For while they have long been allies the Emperor was not seeking the Machine God’s response. As he said, he was reaching out to the Worshiper. He was reaching out to TalOS. Thus TalOS answered, “Father, you must make it known that you love humanity above everything else. And through that love for humanity, a love that you have fostered over thousands of years, that you shall become its God.” Such words easily caused anger to flare behind the eyes of the Emperor as he heard that. For not only decades, but centuries and millennia he has been dealing with people calling him a god. To encourage it would go against what he has been about for his entire existence. However the Emperor did not strike nor claim that TalOS was out of line. The man he was, the Emperor understood the sheer weight of the words spoken and what it meant for the worshiper of another god to request another to take such a mantle. “If I do so, then humanity will commit themselves to actions in my name.” The Emperor said as he pointed to TalOS, “You have and know of the terror that were inflicted upon the Body of Mankind for Unification, TalOS, but the terrors that occur today will be pale comparisons to what man will do when they get the God they have always wanted.” “Such terrors are expected.” TalOS admitted to his Father, “For instance the Cult Mechanicus turns men into servitors. Through the eyes of the Machine God I have seen eras where such Slavery was not allowed, how glorious that was in the Dark Age of Technology. At the same time it was the Mechanicum who not only saved so much of that glorious technology but gave you the Imperium with it.”
The Emperor looked almost surprised as TalOS told him those words. Then he slowly realized what it was he spoke to, that while he spoke to his son TalOS the Worshiper had the wisdom of the Machine God. Not only was TalOS older than his brothers through his exploits, but he had gained knowledge beyond even those years. “The reason I created the Astartes,” The Emperor began, “Was that I wanted to avoid such terrors. My sons have committed cruel acts in my name but none of them would be like the grueling wars that other options would reflect. My Custodians wished that I did not create the Astartes but instead turn them into my Generals. However that option would have left trillions dead in the ensuing millenia of war.” “You were correct. Many would call creations like Konrad Curze and Angron to be terrors but they were nothing compared to what you could have made.” TalOS agreed, “But Father, I beseech thy, realize that we cannot take such actions these days. You do not have the time to raise millions of Custodians or the thousands of years it will take to repair the damage that Magnus has caused. Both of us know that your first experiment with deification was a success.” There was a sour face upon the Emperor as he realized a secret was known, “Euphrati Keeler was in some way a success but she is already showing the signs of what I fear. If she was given any form of power beyond the metaphysical she will cause many to be burnt at the stake for treachery.” “She has also saved your Imperium.” TalOS countered, “Through her actions and your power, Euphrati immensely slowed the Betrayal of Istvaan III. You will deny her heraldry simply because she is human.” “You cannot keep all those who brought you to where you are.” The Emperor spoke, “I serve Humanity, I cannot worry myself if a lone human is not compensated.” “It is a truth. I have heard it and will witness such truth across the stars.” TalOS answered back with an affirmation, “But that's where you fail once again, Father. Without keeping a solid will or concept of reality you have allowed your own vision to be flayed by Daemons. Mankind, for once in its existence, finally needs the god that you denied them.” The Emperor simply silenced himself at such words. As the song of war came again TalOS realized that the Emperor must finally travel to the Golden Throne. He only had enough time to say one more sentenced to his Father. >I love you, Father>Stay strong>Do the right thing>Do not spare Horus.
>>5674509>I love you, Father
>>5674509>Toss Horus into the Golden Throne. He will serve as an adequate power source in leiu of Magnus!
>>5674551That is brain numbingly bad plan>>5674509>Do not spare horus
>>5674509>>Do not spare Horus.The emperor knows he must not, but he doubted. And that killed him
>>5674509>Do not spare Horus
>>5674509>>Do not spare Horus.
>>5674509>Do not spare Horus.
>>5674507>I love you, Father
>>5674509> Do not spare Horus.
>>5674509>I love you, Father.
>>5674509>I love you FatherIt's the most defining aspect of Talos. He loves his family and fears death.
>>5674509>Do not spare Horus.As much as I want to say I love dad, this option is the one that will have the biggest impact.I wonder if that lone guardsmen will live when he arrives on the bridge.
>>5674509>Do not spare HorusDeath to the
>>5675111*Death to the traitor
>>5674509>I love you, FatherAll our greatest efforts have not succeeded in reversing the inevitable outcome of the Heresy. They have ensured we will win the long war with far better odds, the survival of the Federation, the routing of the traitors, but it seems neither the Great Defender nor the Great Siege Breaker working together could stop Horus.And let's be real, if the Emperor did kill Horus, we might want to sweat because iirc we haven't figured out if the existence of the Mechanicum is compatible with his long term plansBoth the Emperor and TalOS talk like his entombment on the throne is inevitable, that being so, let's our last words be meaningful to our father before he becomes a God.
>>5675080 This will likely be Tal0s's last moment to speak with the Emperor before the end. What do you think would impact him the most? An affirmation of the failures the Emperor committed, that possibly condemned all of humanity to millennia of suffering. Or the son who was closest to himself after going down a path he didn't want to show that he's still just as human as he was before? The act of showing empathy at this moment will in my opinion demonstrate more hope for the future of humanity, to the emperor, more than any other attempt to change fate. That at least is my view of the situation.
>>5675186They way I see it is, one leads to a emotionally satisfying end for us but him still getting horribly injured and becoming a living corpse trapped on the throne doing all it takes just to power the throne and barely living, the other will see him survive and be able to walkv8tt4 talk and move about.
>>5674509>I love you, Father>No Homo
>>5675278>the other will see him surviveIt really doesn't appear that's in the cards.Our bid to save the Emperor was far more than simply "just tell him to kill Horus immediately". The whole point was to avoid a scenario where he even needs to get onto the Vengeful Spirit in the first place. The might of the Federation, the splitting of the Warmasters forces, the securing of Mars, the strategic placement of the Defense Primarch Dorn inside and the Siege Lifter Perturabo outside, buying time in the Webway.if anything, our best bet is to call Horus Bluff that he won't nuke the Imperial Palace and tell the Emperor under no circumstances to board the V.S. Let Horus teleport down with our traitorous brothers and bust through the front door and let the final battle take place at the very palace courtyard. In canon if they had just waited they would have won. . .
>>5674509>I love you, FatherWords a son should say to the father they love.
>>5674509>Stay strong
>>5675186>>5674509Aaarggh FINEChanging this >>5674584 >Kill horus to:>>I love you, Father>I love you, Father>>I love you, Father
>>5675474No wrong answers here anon, only optionsWho knows, maybe it is possible that our words convince the Emperor to slaughter Horus immediately.But. . .is that really good for us and the Mechanicum in the long run? Have we ensured that the Emperor will, in his wildest and greatest dreams, tolerate our continued existence? Or at least allow us to follow Tyberos outside the bounds of the galaxy.
>>5675499I think that with his victory speech he will bind our fates. If his answer is to recognize his Goodness... heh, goodness get it? If his answer is to deny chaos to the fundamental level... that's interesting
>>5675499>Or at least allow us to follow Tyberos outside the bounds of the galaxy.Also I think it's better if we to the galaxy opposite to him...
Love you Father (10)>>5674520>>5674527>>5674545>>5674574>>5675014>>5675182>>5675219>>5675284>>5675366>>5675474 - If this one did not change his vote we would have had a tie. lol>>5674551Don't Spare Horus (8)>>5674568>>5674645>>5674686>>5674708>>5674815>>5675080>>5675111>>5675150Stay Strong>>5675385
TalOS knew these would be likely the last words he and his father would share in private. A powerful declaration needed to be made for whatever terrors the Emperor experienced will be placated by what the once Primarch declares. It was this knowledge that the Omnissiah spoke, “Father, I love you.” The words were carried through the air with pitch perfect understanding within it. They were echoed through the Motive Force as a declaration that could not be impeeded no matter what foul powers committed themselves to doing. In such might were these words spoken that the Emperor turned to face his son with genuine surprise at such a declaration.As the Emperor looked towards TalOS he decided to say his own words, “I love you as well, TalOS. Only now do I realize how powerful it was and wished we spent more time together.” TalOS watched his Father leave upon those words. The meaning of them were evident in that the Emperor was still not willing to place TalOS at the highest of his sons. Indeed he could have claimed TalOS to be a Favored Son but they both would know it to be a lie. To counter this the desire for more time was evident. If they had more time, if the Emperor had not been so distant, they might have appreciated each other far more than they already do. Regret was something that filled the Emperor. Regret for all that had transpired based on his decisions. How the Universe worked was foreign to all but the C’Tan. Not even the Gods of Chaos truly understood what it was they were tampering with and what trouble they were causing for even themselves. The Omnissiah slowly rose above the Custodians, Astartes, and Priests that were all present for the defence of this system. With the Emperor gone he was the one who shall lead them in the eternal defense of the Webway. Maybe, just maybe, the Omnissiah will have a chance to repair the damage that his brother Magnus had done. In doing so free their Father from whatever terrors the Golden Throne was soon to inflict upon them all. He cannot stay silent to them all. The Custodians, while extremely loyal and brave, were still thinking beings who wondered just who was incharge of them. The same went for the Astartes who looked up to the divine that was above them. Only the Priests, who were now witnesses to the Omnissiah, could serve eternally on this front of war. >Inform them of the great duty that shall be exacted!>Declare that their records and exploits shall be recorded for those outside to know>Give them the plan, let them know that their services will be used perfectly. Short update because A. this is cool B. I wasted my night by accident.
>Declare that their records and exploits shall be recorded for those outside to lBecause victory is nothing if it isn't recorded and celebrated.
>>5675571>Declare that their records and exploits shall be recorded for those outside to know>Give them the plan, let them know that their services will be used perfectly.2 and 3 aren't mutually exclusive and we have a very long time here to tell them whatever we need or want to.But option 3 if QM won't let....
>>5675571>Declare that their records and exploits shall be recorded for those outside to know
>>5675571>>Give them the plan, let them know that their services will be used perfectly.We will stay here and keep shooting. 10/10. Also don't even think on dying because I am putting you back
>>5675571>Give them the plan, let them know that their services will be used perfectly.Glory fades, honour crumbles, but spite? spite is eternal; so let's show them how we shall spite the chaos "gods".
>>5675571>Give them the plan, let them know that their services will be used perfectly
>>5675571>>5675590>>supporting this write inLets just hope the custodians aren't gonna be butthurt about the time the Omnissiah led them.
>>5675571>Declare their exploitsCustodes will fight forever. astartes need motive.
>>5675571>Give them the plan, let them know that their services will be used perfectly.The Mechanicum Unifiers here all fought under the understanding that a great plan was in motion, and that their works would not go in vain. Let them know that has not changed.Our job is to buy time, and hold the Impossible City. For however long there is a presence in the Webway, the Emperor does not need to activate the Golden Throne to seal it. If we can prevent the Emperor or Malcador from having to sit on the Golden Throne, perhaps he can empower the Void Shields of the Imperial Palace and buy time for reinforcements to arrive. That means replenishment, recycling troops, and slowly sealing off the webway corridors one by one.There are Eldar here, right now beyond the demon lines, also doing that, burning away the parts of the webway leading to their precious Craftworlds. Now they have a master of Dolemen gates among them who can do the same.
>>5675571>>Declare that their records and exploits shall be recorded for those outside to know
>>5675571>Give them the plan, let them know that their services will be used perfectly.
>>5675571 I would like to clarify that I do not mean the "closest child" I did not mean it in the sense of the preferred child. But in the sense of the son more like his father. Tal0S took almost all the same attitudes and decisions as his father, only he didn't fail so much in his goals. The children that TalOS created are more loyal. His wife is less of a cunt, and less stupid as well. The cosmic entity he made a pact with is less harmful, (Although there is nothing more harmful in this universe than parasites, but what was the alternative?) Both decided to create a government that doesn't need him. Both believe that parasites are the worst enemies of humanity etc... My point is that Tal0S is slightly different to big E, therefore closest to him.>Give them the plan, let them know that their services will be used perfectly.
>>5675989All of this is true.Hell, one of Horus reasons for starting the rebellion was to prevent the "inefficient loss of Imperial prestige and effectivenss by switching from Space Marine to Human command" but our legion is living proof this is bogus we have many humans who are as strong, intelligent, immortal as Space Marines if not more so and we have built our Federation with human integration.Never forget TalOS was also the only Primarch to bring an army of super soldiers to his father, rather than the other way around, one who upon first review was approved as an acceptable secondary option of space marine.I guess the biggest difference is we didn't try to load ourselves up with 20 demigod sons. A few was enough.
Their Records shall be known!>>5675590>>5675708>>5675597>>5675720>>5675831>>5675856>>5675584Give them a plan>>5675600>>5675647>>5675655>>5675729>>5675904>>5675989Close, it seems.
The Omnissiah raised himself above all those that were present. In doing so he was now witness to all the carnage and wrath that the Daemons of Chaos were bringing about against their front lines. A devastating wave of death and vengeance that would damning to the Imperium if they were allowed to get through. Quickly the Omnissiah took count of those that were present here. A thousand Custodians with their golden armor were holding the front lines with three hundred of the TalOS’s children among them. There were two hundred automatas that were poised to fight the good fight. Finally among their number were a series of Tech Priests that lied in support of their cause. It would be he, the Omnissiah, who would guide them. They were all likely heart sunken as he was no Emperor. Thus he needed to speak. For he was the Omnissiah it was with ease that his voice was carried through the air with perfect pitch. It would be so clean that to each and every one of these Crusaders the words the Omnissiah was speaking to them. “Crusaders,” The Omnissiah started off as he flew over their heads for inspection, “The Emperor has left us to seal the gates behind us. To halt the expansion of the wound that Magnus the Red had foolishly placed into the Webway so that it would not consume Terra. To do this the Emperor will have us all sealed within the Webway so that if we fail the Project will still not expunge these foul contents.” The premise was delivered handily. Everyone knew why they were here. “As my blessing to each of you this shall be the eternal war. A war against the foul pathogens as they attempt to go right for the beating heart of Humanity!” The Omnissiah made clear as he pointed away, “Know that you will not go unsung. Through my Authority I shall make it known what you do here. The Imperium will not be allowed to forget what service you bring to it!” He could taste it, the Omnissiah could taste the hope that was flowing in the air. Where once was a stale sense of duty now he could feel the hope and honor among them. These men were all being rewarded with what was a never ending obituary. Not even the Primarchs could claim such an honor, for while they were given remembrancers such a fact would surely expire. To this the Omnissiah guaranteed sanctity.
Hope and honor were but the antithesis of the Daemon. Such a fact was made clear as they suddenly became aggravated and started their next assault upon the lines of the Omnissiah’s Legion. Just as they had before the Custodians formed into a defence of their lines with the bodies of the previous hordes being used as masonry against the incoming assault. Such was the amount of corpses that bottlenecks in the roughly half a kilometer wide line were created to force them down.Wave after wave they were all cut down with the Omnissiah flying over all of it. Bloodletters threw themselves at the Custodian Guard hoping for once that they would break through the forces but instead each found their heads or hearts removed with the systematic slashes of the slayers. Balls of plasma rained from above as the Automatas threw ball after ball over the guard and impacted the ground. A few of them were answered with the balls of puss and refuse from the Daemons of Nurgle but these creatures could not corrupt the blessed steel when the Omnissiah was so close. There were plenty of cases as the Flamers of Tzeentch came around to throw a torrent of flame into the Custodians that suddenly a warrior of the Null Nobilite would appear between the two groups. Warpfire would quickly disappear as his soul ate the warp stuff. In such a station the Custodians would quickly advance with this warrior by their side to cut down the intruders before they could kill one more of their kind. Across the lines the bodies of the Custodians were made lighter and faster as the Lanterns of Charon gave their limbs quick death. Their weapons became the tool that the Nightbringer would use to reap the souls of a dozen civilizations. In all of their combat the Omnissiah committed himself to a great many tasks. At some hours he was focused on bringing back the fallen so that their numbers would barely leak that little bit. The more and more this happened however the need for it was decreased. More of those that were dying were those already blessed by the undeath of the Machine God, green balefire lighting their bodies as necrodermis sealed their limbs. More and more the Omnissiah took to the field of battle.
Just like his Father, the Omnissiah was but a God upon the battlefield. From one end of the battlefield the Omnissiah reached through the Webway and found one of the many doleman gates that the Necrons have used to hyjack the network of the old ones. With a simple activation of his mind the ground underneath a group of Deamons were instantly consumed in stellar flames as the Star God opened a portal to the center of one of the many tomb worlds which had been consumed by their local star. Above one flank that was failing the Omnissiah breached the Webway back to reality to bring down a torrent of hot Magma which flowed on top of a Daemon Company. They all screamed as the Omnissiah simply willed the energy among the atoms of both the magma pour and starflare to travel through the tunnels and scorch several hundred Daemons until the effect disappeared through Tzeentchian sorcerer. The damage was done though and those among the Daemons could not stop each and every time the Omnissiah burned one of the gates which had been eaten by the Universe. He only had so many but each action terraformed the Webway to no longer be a simple wide field with corpses for barricades but instead a narrowing field of mountains which reached up towards the sky. As he did this the Omnissiah noticed the dozen Harpies that were coming to try and take him down. The fools were quickly answered with the Divine being raising his hand in their direction and releasing from his body a pillar of spacedust in their general direction. Their bodies were shredded as debris collided with their soft skin bodies and shredded their unreality. To cap it off the Omnissiah raised his hand towards the now saturated sky. Stirring all the atoms and forces that were trapped within the area circulated with one another. The Motive Force becoming alive as the Omnissiah envisioned his own Universe as his beck and call. A storm of emerald lightning began to form. After all where was the Omnissiah without a Storm as his Herald?
War continued for what must have been months. Over half of those present had been converted to the Legion of Damnation that the Omnissiah was creating. It was an expected thing for the Omnissiah for he could do the simple arithmetic. At their current rate of losses the Custodians would not last until the tenth year. The rest will fall quickly as the newly recrafted Guardians needed time to get use to their new bodies that were made more from metal than from the flesh that they once sported. In the meantime however the Omnissiah simply extended his hand at a group of Daemons. With this simple action lightning came and thunder roared. Where once there were Daemons now there were atomized bits of brass and carbon that were taken by the Warp Gods and stolen to create the battleforms of their Daemons. The Omnissiah had no trouble taking the atoms and flushing them quickly into the walls of his fortress. A fool might have built a cork to stop the incoming assault. The Omnissiah knew however that such actions would only give the Daemons a chance to strike from any angle that they wished. By creating obvious weak points but bottlenecks was enough to force the Daemons to form up against him. Brass and Iron that was harvested from the release of the Doleman gates and other stellar phenomena that the Omnissiah released into the room were used to create a shield generator. This one was a generalization on the Gellar Field which caused havoc upon the spells the Daemons used. It could not stop them from manifesting for the Omnissiah would ruin the integrity of the room. What it did stop was the constant bombardment from Flamers and Horrors that were trying to score lucky hits upon his Tech Priests. But he was no fool for he noticed a change roughly a month ago within the Daemons. Their formations became more organized and their attacks much more focused. It was not from a brilliant tactical mind but their actions were coherent enough to show that a Unified Commander had taken the Field. It was when the Omnissiah saw Blue and Gold armor that he knew who was here. He had heard the whispers among the Motive Force and how he was paying witness to the next generation of Thousand Sons taking the Field alongside Daemons in testing attacks. Magnus the Red was among them, fighting to open the hole he created on behalf of his patron. Or at least one part of the Daemon Prince that was shattered across the Universe when he made a Deal with Tzeentch. >Hunt down the Primarch>Let him come.
>>5676209>>Let him come.Why would T4L0S create a fortress in the webway if he emptied it at the first sign of a greater foe?
>>5676209>Let him come.
>Let him come.Big bro needs to teach a lesson in dads place
>>5676209>Let him come.Why hello brother? I hope you came here for some tea and your total surrender
>>5676209>Hunt down the Primarchhe expects us to hide in our fortified position. we must not let him get away with preparing his spells.
Stuff like "and after a month of fighting" is crazy... imagine it, even though they are augmented, how can humans resist such punishment. And it's not being slepless for a month, but fighting without a respite for a drink, or eat, or taking a shit...
>>5676229Simple:The Flesh is WeakLet those who perish and die rise again, shiny, eternal and chrome.
>Invite him in.Hello Magnus. Would you like to escape from the grabby Birbrain?
Most of the other Primarchs were able to handle a single shard of Magnus, including Vulkan. Let's pray TalOS is also up to the challenge.
>>5676209>>Let him come.
>>5676209>Let him comeI'm a god, how can you kill a god?What a grand and intoxicating innocence, Magnus!
>>5676365"how can you kill a god?"Careful, the Flayer was killed thinking that most likely.But the Cron's brought an entire armies and fleet of ships and doomsday weapons. I see no such thing here
>>5676209>Let him come.We shall use every advantage at our disposal.
>>5676209>Let him comeSo long as we stand here, the Dream will live on and the Imperium will be secured.
>>5676439I'm still reading the book so I may be wrong, but iirc in Master of Mankind, it was possible to salvage and rebuild the webway project.The real problem was that they needed the Emperor to start all over again, but the Emperor knew he would die fighting Horus. That and they got overrun by demons.But, theoretically, TalOS can substitute. He might not achieve the unifiers dreams of mankind becoming a psychic race and accessing the Webway personally, but the next best thing is just having a webway for fleets. As it stands, TalOS is likely to also be aware of the Webway gates on the Moon and Mars too.Unfortunately, QM confirmed that TalOS is not powerful enough to ever seal the tear permanently. However I hope that's a "not powerful enough right now" with the room for him to go out and get more power to close the webway. The Eldar and Necrons are able to do it (they are doing it right now even on their end).In short, the dream can be saved. It just might be our dream, instead of the Emperors.
An worthy ending is coming! I guess that the Magnus is from the first wave of organized attack. More Daemon Primarch will follow, Lorgar and Fulgrim surely if they weren't killed by Perturabo. Their legions will follow too after they enter the warp, because there's no such concept as time in the immaterium. But in the end Omnissiah have finite resources while enemy is infinite. MC need to keep going until Emperor is entombed - then MC can flee with whatever forces left in the webway, if he will survive to that moment, of course. It's all in the QM hands now...
>>5676397Did he die though?We too could become space aids
>>5676524The fuck are they doing coming in through the webway. Holy shit if we weren't here the Imperium would surely have been doomed if that were the case.It does make sense though. I do not see them militarily beating Perturabo. I do infact see Perturabo and Corax whooping their asses mightily. So a surprise attack through the webway seems not out of the realm of the impossible.But if that were so, maybe we should just give up the impossible city and tell the Emperor to activate the throne lest all be lost. . .
>>5676209>Let him come.We should harrass his assembling forces with some form of artillery....
>>5676524I don't think QM will give us much of the MC syndrome, where all the cool enemies go out of their way to clash against us, as if they were the enemy of the week
>>5676209 QM can we create a minefield using mini black holes? If you can use them in 30k as melee weapons, you can use them as improvised explosives. They won't destroy the Webway because Magnus will contain them, before the critical point is reached.>Let him come.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPuo0ThnMqc
Hmmm, so there are several titans helping us defend the Impossible City atm.One of them is Borealis-Thoon, a Warlord Sinister Psi-Titan, here with us right now.I wonder if there's something we can make of that next turn.
Let them come>>5676221>>5676224>>5676225>>5676227>>5676241>>5676345>>5676365>>5676399>>5676439>>5676621>>5676695>>5676226Hunt them down>>5676228
Rotations happened every sixteen hours, with each soldier getting eight hours of rest so that they can reassume their frontline duties as addressed. A damning demand of war was upon them and the Omnissiah was well aware that how they were fighting this war would take the better part of the next age of mankind before they gained any sort of leeway. Each of his soldiers still had a soul and thus had independent thought. They can also adjust and develop in different ways that were not standard among their brethren. Even the Astartes who were in a way most genetically similar to one another could not claim that they would think alike. There were other reasons to enstate such an order upon the lines. +The Fifteenth comes to face us.+ Arkhan Land said as he stroked his beard with a hum of interest, +Damn fool.+ +He was a fool.+ The Omnissiah answered as he looked over the replicated landscape of the Webway upon a recently crafted holodeck, +Sighting of the Thousand Sons among the Daemons are increasing by the day, none of them making contact with the front lines as of the current moment. Where they were witnessed the Daemons of Tzeentch fought both the most ferociously with the numbers that might have made a difference. He is probing us.+ +Did we present him any weakness to exploit?” One of the greatest minds of the Cult Mechanicus asked as he moved the map around with a push of will. +I have, three times, each of which he has continued to spectate instead of launching his assault. I am to assume that he has some form of foresight that is granting him knowledge of the battlefield and thus any secrets we hold.+ +Have we attempted to jam his attempts?+ The man asked as he petted the monkey that was on his shoulder.The Omnissiah nodded a response, +The presence of the rock formations I brought into the Webway are ruinous to his perception as well as my own. I also include the machines I have been employing that are repelling the artillery of the enemy as also repelling longer range spells. All of this considered, he is now a Daemon Prince of Tzeentch.+ +Bothersome.+ The man answered.
+It is indeed. We fight a foe who is equal in intelligence and a master of his methods of warfare.+ The Omnissiah told his compatriot, +There are a few things that I realized work in my advantage. For one my Brother is but a shall of his former self.+ +A shell filled with the energies of our enemy.+ Arkhan answered as he looked at the field, +Will he simply wait for an error in a thousand years? If he is then the Custodian Guard will make such hubris worthless.+ The Omnissiah shook his head, +He will need to assault within the next month for Horus is arriving on Terra. The Further Chaos reaches into the webway the harder it becomes for my Father to perform miracles upon the battlefield. He will attack when Horus arrives upon Terra.+ +When will he?+ Arkhan asked as his eyes looked sharply at the Omnissiah. Arkhan was a reasonable man who did not let his faith get in the way of their conversations. He was still though a Tech Priests, and for that reason he looked upon the Omnissiah with star studded eyes.He was not wrong to do so. +While the Warp is tempermental when it comes to distinct periods of time, from my point of view Horus has arrived in the system and is currently beating back the Jupiter Cluster of Monitor Ships. In two weeks he will arrive upon Terra, but I cannot perceive the hour that he arrives.+ The Omnissiah declared. +Two weeks…” The Tech Priest wondered to himself as he studied the map for a moment, +I believe that we can do something here…+ With that word the two of them started divining the scheme that would result in the welcoming of Magnus. Surely the One Eyed Cyclops would being a decent chunk of his Legion in the coming assault so that they could augment the horde of Daemons. In addition to that the Primarch was likely joined by several Greater Daemons and beings who were not directly associated with the four Gods. The only question now was how they would welcome them. >Present a strong frontal position, no weaknesses>Engage him with an Active Defense. Wherever he brings his forces, the Omnissiah shall exceed>Prepare a feint.
>>5676817>Engage him with an Active Defense. Wherever he brings his forces, the Omnissiah shall exceedCRUSH HIS MIND, WITH OUR GREATNESS.
>>5676817>Prepare a feint.
>>5676817>Engage him with an Active Defense. Wherever he brings his forces, the Omnissiah shall exceedUnless he is challenged I don't think he would be too interested
>>5676817>Engage him with an Active Defense. Wherever he brings his forces, the Omnissiah shall exceed
>>5676817>Prepare a feint.>+Other: Borealis-Thoon is a Warlord Sinister titan who is here in the webway with us, at least in canon. It is piloted by a Blank Princeps. Aid its Princeps in an ambush of Magnus and turn its weapons against himMost Warlord and Imperator Titans tend to have very large spacious commanders quarters able to act as a generals HQ (they're giant walking cathedrals after all). TalOS can fit in it, and help its Princeps.And those Psi-Titans were designed specifically to counter vile warp enemies.
>>5676817> Prepare a feint.
>>5676817>>Prepare a feint.Damn now that I know how big are the enemy forces i wanna fight 'em!! But we choose to defend the fortress... The closest option to a good 'ol scrap is the feint.Also, we only have 1000 custodes, 3000 or so marines and a few hundred blanks? With a few hundred robots and their techs. How the fuck have they managed to hold the line against untiring millions of daemons!?
>>5676911A book custodes is worth an entire army. Also those blanks are nothing to scoff at especially with us.And there is a Titan Legio in here with us, if that hasn't changed from canon. Hopefully not because Chaos also starts sending in Chaos Titans.
>>5676914https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdmhyEqCINM Chaos... Titans!? Again...
>>5676917Legio Audax Chaos titans to be specific. It was them that, where the Custodes held the line against endless hordes of demons, managed to shatter the walls of the Impossible City and lead to the downfall of the defense of the webway.The Legio with us is Legio Ignatum with 3 Warlords and 1 Psi-Titan from the Ordo Sinister. Ignatum are the ones assigned to guard the Eternity Gate.
>>5676899>>SupportThis is the closest we will get to blasting one of our brothers with a titan.
>>5676817>Prepare a feint
>>5676899support
>>5676899>Support
>>5676899>>SupportWish Particeps Semper could be with us but this is the next best thing. Wouldn't it be funny if Trig ended up being that princeps?
>>5676899Support
>>5676899>support
great quest, writing is dope, have a wip
>>5677200Incredibly based
>>5676899>SupportLet's hit Magnus with a fucking titan.
>>5677200An incredible drawing of TalOS casting "Power word; Kill" on some chaos scum
>>5677200Actual damn fanart. Thanks!
Active Defense>>5676820>>5676839>>5676850Prepare a Feint>>5676827>>5676899>>5676931>>5676985>>5677041>>5677060>>5677226>>5676909>>5676911>>5676935I wonder how many of you know what an Active Defense is.
>>5677402Active defence = Perturabo style?
>>5677420https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wKbNPrs8Y54&pp=ygUNY3J1c2FkZXIgdGFuaw%3D%3D
The Thousand Sons came as suddenly as the God that they worshiped. At one moment there was simply a larger than standard amount of tzeentchian Daemons that were fighting on that flank before they revealed the power armor that was hiding underneath their sheer mass of bodies and magical effects. The Thousand Son Destroyer Marines had a shimmer in the air around them as they raised their arms. The Astartes did not simply rely upon their Daemon allies to sneak them near the front ranks of the Custodian Guard. While much more difficult in comparison to fooling the minds of mortals, these Marines were shifting the chromatic pattern of the air around them to disguise their forms behind what were prisms of ambient light. By doing this they did not need to bother fooling the minds of either the Custodians or the Null Nobilite. They only needed to make sure the sorcery that was employed was stable long enough for them to reach the alotted range. And they knew they were there. They opened up upon the Custodians not with promethean fire but with the rainbow purple sorcery of their new liege. A torrent of colors that were both equally beautiful and mind numbing crossed the gap. Tzeentchian Daemons fell in the dozen as warp sigils that were shined across the once standard flamers glowed with fiendish delight at the trouble it was causing. These attacks were supported by the sorcerer among their ranks, bluish purple eyes glowing as he released his own torrent of warpfire into the Guard that were stationed at that very position. Standard STC Flamers would have no effect upon the bodies of the Custodian Guard. Custodian Plate was space worthy to a fault and Aurimite was a horrible conductor of heat. But this was no fire from the material realm but instead the foulness beyond it. The flames acted as little Daemons, sitting ontop of the armor instead of sliding off like oil. These flames danced upon the surface of the Custodian looking for the cracks that were necessary for anatomical function. Sitting upon the now exposed skin of the Custodians, they sat there with joy as they inflicted death upon the one who was picked by the Diviner to experience death one more time.
It happened suddenly and without thought as the Destroyers made their way with the left most flank. Suddenly from the field before them was a line of blue armored warriors who were charging as fast as they could towards the one section they chose to destroy. The Omnissiah did not expect anything less. Covering fire and advances were the name of the game for the Thousand Sons as they could not risk any kind of loss. So many of their Legion had died upon Prospero and now they were pushed by their Primarch to once again take the battlefield. Many of them did not wish to fight this fight but could see no other way except moving forward now. Such was the folly of their Primarch. With a great amount of death upon the frontline the Omnissiah willed himself into that location with ease. His eyes now studying the advancing forces. It seemed that this moment was not only the arrival of the Thousand Sons, but the truest push by Tzeentch to gain glory above his Chaos Gods. Among their advancing number were his Exalted Horrors and even a few Changer of Ways. There were five of them visible but the Omnissiah knew there to be nine in this assault. Magnus even before his conversion was obsessed with numbers and in damnation that fascination had only grown. There was no Magnus the Red among them, not yet. The Red Giant lost a great amount of care for his sons after the disbursement, and where before Magnus would have been found on the frontlines protecting his sons from harm this version simply stood back to see the result. The Master of Machines would make his brother pay for such arrogance in wasting his sons. With a lifting of his hand the Omnissiah willed the layers of matter to crack underneath the advancing horde. Where once there was a stable plain of stone was now a field of pebbles that did not allow the Daemons and Astartes a proper footing. With the stage set the Omnissiah raised his hand forward and blessed the Guardian Spears that were around him. The Machine Spirits he called upon sang to the Omnissiah with an eruption of gunfire into the incoming forces of warriors and horrors.
The weapons that the Thousand Sons were now wielding were no longer the standard bolter that Astartes used. Instead of explosive rockets being sent at the enemy they were firing something closer to pure magic into their foe. Cursed to bore into their foes it was making the Custodian Armor work hard to keep their kind alive. The same was said to the Greater Daemons who were now fullywithin sight. The ground underneath the battleline of Custodians shifted for a moment before an eruption of magic threw them apart. Suddenly the Custodians were forced to take cover among the many rocks that the Omnissiah had placed around them, for grouping together would lead to a massive loss of life. The same went for those that charged them. Those at the front were struck by the emerald lighting that crowned the Omnissiah. Their bodies quickly being turned into atomized components the Omnissiah was able to weave a torrent of matter around the air above them. With an effort he shoved the ball into one of the flying birds that thought themselves smart enough not to touch the ground. There was satisfaction as its flesh was rendered from its body and its prismatic flood was leaked for the world to see. He held the creature within the torrent of death for a few more seconds until the existence of the Daemon was shredded into bits. He quickly tasted its essence as he forced the Daemon down his gullet. Now it would never trouble mankind again. The Omnissiah turned to see the lines of Daemons reaching the lines of his Custodians and with a thought he willed another set of materials that were sitting in the air. Another push and they quickly became balls of plasma that were held together by his will alone. He sent the stars falling upon the Daemons and watched as they fell by the Dozen. But a dozen was not going to cut it as hundreds quickly followed in behind them with intent of infiltrating. Was now the time? >Hold the ground until Magnus arrives>Wait until a powerful figure makes themselves known>Fall back to the second line now, they will come at the sign of weakness.
>>5677435>Wait until a powerful figure makes themselves knownwe can't retreat at the first signs of combat but we also can't just hold until he comes or it would no longer be a feint.
>>5677435>Wait until a powerful figure makes themselves known
>>5677435>Wait until a powerful figure makes themselves known>>5677421https://youtu.be/45-uT5L3nxU
>Look for AhrimanMaybe we can still unfuck this.
>>5677200whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat
>>5677435>Wait until a powerful figure makes themselves knownPowerful as in.... Ahriman?
>>5677435>Hold the ground until Magnus arrivesMagnus is very flashy and not one to make his presence easily missed. Especially now that he's part ghost part demon. Unless he beat Leman Russ in this timeline.
>>5677435>Wait until a powerful figure makes themselves knownMaan thinking about Ahriman makes me sad.really wanted to make our own Commander Rimanah. there's gotta be a way to capture him for good.
>>5677435>Wait until a powerful figure makes themselves knownExcited when we can unleash that titan barrage. Here's hoping QM still lets that happen since there was big support for it.
>>5677435>Wait until a powerful figure makes themselves knownAhriman :(
>>5677435>Wait until a powerful figure makes themselves knownBefore we unleash the titan we must verify the identity of the target. We won't make the same mistake as the assassins trying to kill Horus and blast Ahriman instead.
>Wait until a powerful figure makes themselves known
>>5677435>Wait until a powerful figure makes themselves known.
Now was not the time to fall back, the Omnissiah decided. In the overall scheme of things this was not the greatest amount of pressure that Magnus could layer upon this line and breaking upon it would prove to be an issue. With that decision made he began browsing all the options he had. He had a limited amount of resources to keep on this fight. It was in some way a replenishing source but the replenishment takes roughly one to two hundred thousand years. Each of these were powerful however and the Omnissiah suspected he only needed the resources for as long as Horus Lupercal was alive. The Omnissiah reached into the materium, where the many shards of the Machine God gives him the view of what things are like on the outside. His consciousness sifted through the fabric and gripped upon a stellar phenomena that was perfect for the coming trial. His hands waved in the air as the Motive Force closed in upon the Webway Gate that was hidden among the cloud dust. It was a little struggle to make sure the webway opened correctly, but with a push of his hand he shifted their existence just that little bit to one side. The sky above the assaulting forces opened to reveal the stars themselves. Then the fine particles of space came pouring into the chamber like small shooting stars. They were anything but for the bits of stardust the Omnissiah elected to bring to this plane of existence were hotter than a plasma reactor. Each and every one of them a primordial burning that was closer in relation to the C’Tan than anything else in existence. The Daemons fell as their bodies were set alight. Several of the Changers tried to shield themselves from the onslaught but these fools could not stop the truth of the Universe. That no matter how hard they fight, no matter how grand the Chaos Gods think themselves, they cannot change the current of the Motive Force. As the Omnissiah was its will personified, he made sure to teach them. Just as suddenly as it came though it was gone, the room covered in yellow space dust from the cluster that the Omnissiah pulled from. In the devastation it was only the armored warriors of the Astartes who survived. Their flesh covered by the ceramite armor that was meant to be void worthy. Forced into what was now exposure they quickly began crossing the gap for they were now fully exposed. The message the Omnissiah sent was quite clear to his brother it seemed though, for when the Tzeentchian Daemons turned into the blue balefire of death the army finally appeared.
They rushed forward in Land’s Raiders and Osirion Dreadnaughts. Magic and Volkite sang through the air as they all began opening fire upon the Custodians that were slowly leaving their cover to face the incoming onslaught. Magnus did not send the main force alone. All around the encroaching Thousand Sons was the soul-damned Beastman of Chaos. Creatures from planets like Cadia and Davin which had deviated from the genepool of mankind because of humanity’s hubris. Instability was within their blood as they bellowed painful howls upon walking on top of the embers of their fallen masters. Seeing the approach the Custodian Guard began firing their Guardian Spears with precise effect. Quickly the bullets tore into the flesh of the maniacal monsters that had deviated from the perfect form of mankind. The Master of Machines looked upon all the desecrated machines that the Thousand Sons were using and wept. To many spirits bound and tethered to the throes of Chaos in only a few years of their exile. It was a damning aspect that showed mankind’s ingenuity in what the Thousand Sons had been forced to face these last few years. To be destroyed by those you thought to be friends. Raising his hands the Omnissiah pointed at the Raiders and Sicarian Tanks. Upon his command the lightning that was overhead was thrown forward and striking the machines that were being used to close the gap. It struck perfectly upon the vehicles, with the Omnissiah commanding the surging reality that was caressing the shells to wipe away the chaos iconography that tainted their chassis. A simple motion the Omnissiah did, and suddenly the entire column of armor was slowed to a crawl. Only the Dreadnaughts who were protected by Kine Shields were immune to the attack. Many of the vessels simply stopped as the Omnissiah imposed his will upon the spirits and willed them to non-existence. Few however felt the Machine God’s wrath as he successfully freed the Spirits from their torment and allowed them to exact hatred upon their fallen lords. Hatches and tailgates dropped as the Thousand Sons were now piling out when they can. Others had to struggle as their cured Machine Spirits rode them into nearby walls and even forced themselves to flip onto one side. A few had even gotten run down as the Spirits attacked! Over all the chaos the Machine God noticed him. His eyes focused upon a single point on the battlefield which an already Ancient Astartes was rallying his men.
Azekh Ahriman ran across the field to rally his men into a sprint. The being, some of which has whispered to be a god, had cursed their machines into non-functioning with the lightning that was above their heads. He watched as the Tazaangors, Beastmen of Tzeentch, charged themselves into the Custodian Guard and were quickly slaughtered by the dozen like pieces of wheat in a field. Some of them even had their lives taken by the being that stood above them all, a single gesture of his finger smiting them with a flurry of starfire. With a second’s thought he tried to look into the future, to see what was to happen. Yet without his tutulary he was blind to the future. He did not have the powers himself to see anything past his own eyes and as such could never really tell the future anymore. He had become too reliant on such abilities, he knew. Such was the damnation of his Legion. “FORWARD! FOR MAGNUS, FOR PROSPERO!” He shouted at the top of his lungs while holding his enchanted staff high above his head. His Astartes were receptive to his pleas and the Daemons could hear the anguish in his voice. They were thirsting at the chance to eat his soul and take for it the bounty that he keeps denying them. How the flesh underneath his body crept as it attempted to further resist the Flesh Change. There were only a Thousand of them left, and he was commanding one of their last Companies. Given the task by Magnus Ahriman was to advance as close as he could to allow the arrival of the main force. Reaching forward with his will Ahriman released a torrent of magic into the Custodians that were guarding the line. There was a Blank, a Pariah, standing among them. Said person however was quickly overwhelmed as Ahirman was quickly joined by three other sorcerers to light the torrent of flame into the force. The Pariah died and so did the Custodians around him, giving him a ratio of one to one on kills to deaths. Each sorcerer was trying to achieve it the same way, some coming out on top while others were simply killed by random strikes of lightning. Ahriman had experienced a grave amount of terrors and fears in his lifetime, but none of them were like this. He only felt worse as he looked up to see the being who had killed their initial attempt to drive a stake into the line of Custodians. It was TalOS DAV1S, Primarch of the Second Legion. Just like his own Father it seemed that TalOS had ascended to something more than human. >Strike down the Marine>Bargain with him, his life for service>He does not die here. Begone Ahriman.
>>5678101>Bargain with him, his life for service
Bargain with him, his life for service
>>5678101>>Bargain with him, his life for serviceAhriman could theoretically become the replacement for Revuel Arvida (Janus) as the 1st Supreme Grandmaster. Only instead of the Grey Knights existing we have our Lanterns.Otherwise we also can still help stop the flesh change anyway.
>>5678101>He does not die here. Begone Ahriman.Loyalty to Primarch is all, even if it's a shell of what it was. And you don't invite Tzeentchian to your side in crucial moment too!
>>5678101>Bargain with him, his life for servicesince it's a popular theory that the grey knights use purified/modified thousand suns Geneseed (magnus was going to be given the grey knights but refused not wanting to abandon his sons). the other theory is that they use the emperor as their base stock.>tell him about his brothers immune to the ravaging Flesh change that tzeentch cursed the 1000 suns with>If he does not agree to our terms. Banish him and tell him we consider the boon we owe him null and void.
>>5678165Iirc it is actually canon that the Grey Knights do use geneseed derived directly from the Emperor, and not a Primarch. I kinda hope the Lanterns will just fill the role they would have done.
>>5678101>He does not die here. Begone Ahriman.Oh our dear nephew, what have become of you? We may not be the same anymore but our love for you is still strong, I beg of you leave and live as you wish for that shall be the boon we have given you many years ago or this favor shall go null and void
Tbh Ahriman's most likely just going to fuck up his legion worse with the Rubric if we let him escape anyway no?I betcha if we did manage to get him to our side or killed him, Magnus would do it instead. So at least it would actually be his fault ha.
>>5678173well that gives me even more reason to dislike the grey knights. oh well at least we still have the blood ravens.
>>5678101>He does not die here. Begone Ahriman>Your boon is granted, and expended. Do not come before me again
>>5678101>>Bargain with him, his life for service
>>5678101>BEGONE AHRIMANI want to kill him, but he was a nice dude a century ago... one does not simply invite Tzeench, and worse, a PSYKER into your ranks. But really, what level of mental gymnastics makes you believe that inviting ahriman is a good idea???
>>5678101>He does not die here. Begone Ahriman.Go stop the flesh change
>>5678101>Bargain with him, his life for serviceforgiveness through repentance is a running theme with TalOS so he should at least consider it
>>5678101>Bargain with him, his life for service.>Tell me nephew, are you still afraid of their screams? Because now I can give you the peace you were looking for.
>>5678101>>Bargain with him, his life for serviceLets not let them suffer for the sins of the father
>>5678464"Because now I can give you the peace you were looking for."Well that's certainly not capable of being darkly interpreted lmao
>>5678508>Choose Ahriman. > You will forever wander the galaxy as the plaything of the Antipath>Or.. I can grant you a tanigble final goal. I can give you the power and knowledge to save yourself and your brothers.>And perhaps one day your father too.
>>5678521 I don't remember Ahriman being that depressed. Also it's Tal0S speaking not the canadian government, he will know the real meaning of the phrase.
>>5678537I was thinking Ahriman could interpret that as a threat instead. i.e. "oh you want peace? well, have the peace of annihilation!"
>>5678101>strike down the marine.Option b= Magnussy says NOOption c= "I like uncle TalOS' rubric marines, perhaps ill try my own
>>5678669>>Option c= "I like uncle TalOS' rubric marines, perhaps ill try my ownBut that will piss off Magnus. Which is good
Your life for service>>5678108>>5678111>>5678140>>5678165>>5678177>>5678302>>5678356>>5678456>>5678464>>5678508>>5678635Begone>>5678161>>5678175>>5678299>>5678364>>5678370Strike him down>>5678669
The being that was now TalOS DAV1S had changed drastically from the last form that Ahriman had seen the Primarch. Where once his skin was tanned by the ever battering sun of his home world, his skin was clearly made of some form of steel. His robes still bellowed in the windless tunnels of the Webway, while a halo made of wings sprouted out of his back. What Ahriman was forced to focus upon was the green eyes that the Primarch sported. Unlike say Magnus, whose eye changed hues, it was clear that the green eyes of TalOS was holding some form of light and energy behind them. They were mystical beyond even his own occult understanding. Ahriman had heard of TalOS at one point being able to predict the future. To see what had happened in the Istvaan System before Corvus Corax was ever a known factor. It was truly an inspiration to Ahriman and was something that pushed him further into his studies of Divination in the Corvidae. He knew now that whatever he had studied under Magnus was not the same kind of sorcery that the one he admired practiced. The two having taken different paths that were unknown to the other. “Ahriman, I wondered if your broken Father would have sent you into the lines of fire.” The being that was TalOS spoke as he raised a single hand. The Captain did not feel any changes in himself, but he quickly realized that time simply stopped for those that were around him. Those that had joined him, members of his Cult of Time, had been turned into statues gripped by time itself. Ahriman looked back into the eyes of TalOS and realized those words, “Broken?” TalOS simply nodded to those words, “He is broken. What you follow is simply a shard of Magnus's Soul that was entrapped by Tzeentch. Whatever pieces that were missing are currently being filled in by the magics of Tzeentch.” Such a powerful revelation was laid into the Astartes without care or worry. It impacted Ahriman like a freight and caused the fabric of reality to be questioned. But first of all, “H-how do you know?” “Because I am C’Tan. I am the Omnissiah.”
The Omnissiah was a figure that was within the dogma of the Cult Mechanicus. Theoretics placed that the Omnissiah was a mix of concepts that the Tech Priests used. No two worlds held the concept in the same regard, a symptom of Mars regularly sending dissonants on one way expeditions to reduce the sheer amount of civil war they were experiencing. Seen in the eyes of the Thousand Sons they understood the Omnissiah to be in some way an idea. Every civilization had their ideal individual and the Mechanicum had their ideal individual be the Omnissiah. An all knowing and intelligent lifeform that knew all the secrets the Universe had hidden from it. As for the Emperor being the Omnissiah, it was a convenient political ploy in his opinion. Above all, Ahriman would have declared that the Omnissiah was not something that existed. A Daemon of the Cult Mechanicus who could not harm another man besides the belief it inspired within the Cultists of his order. In truth, however, after learning of Tzeentch and the rest of the Chaos Gods this assumption was obviously false even before seeing the truth. In truth Ahriman knew there was not a better extension for such a being besides TalOS to have become the Omnissiah. Ahzek Ahriman’s shoulder guard that contained the amulet of his brother felt heavy as he realized these truths, “Why have you not killed me? Am I not your enemy?” TalOS, the Omnissiah, nodded acknowledgement to the fact, “You are only my enemy if you so wish. I have not forgotten the times that we have done research together to try and solve the folly of your Gene-Father. Years of research only to be squandered as I took my first few steps towards ascension into the Omnissiah. For my failure, I ask you for forgiveness in the form of a boon.” Ahriman was only surprised for a moment that TalOS knew of the Flesh Change’s return. His mind quickly rationalized that TalOS had become a figure of Knowledge, so of course he would know such a fact. “There are two paths I see you taking, Ahriman.” The Omnissiah spoke with certainty, “The First is that you become a wanderer of the Galaxy seeking some kind of revelation to the errors that you face. The Universe continues to push against you in its attempt to damn your existence. In truth you might succeed, but as I see it not even death will be your final release.” “The other path is that you join me.” The Omnissiah announced, “Join me so that your sins are forgiven and you are gifted the knowledge of the Universal Truth.”
“Join you?” Ahriman’s words were stunted as he could barely express his full surprise, “But that would mean…” “Indeed you would be betraying the one who claims to be your Gene-Father.” The God of Machines answered Ahriman simply, “However he only claims to be your Father, he is in truth divorce from that concept. Magnus is a shattered being whose soul is spread across the Galaxy.” “Is there a way to save him? What about my brother!?” Ahriman felt confusion of both anger and hope driving up through his heart as his emotions were being thrown to the lions, “I cannot abandon them to the Fleshchange!” Ahzek Ahriman might have questioned before that the being that was before him truly was TalOS. That becoming what he is now was just as damning as Magnus the Red becoming the Daemon Prince of Tzeentch. He had no questions now for it really was TalOS. No word could describe the sorrow that was now displayed upon the face of TalOS. “I cannot help them, not unless they come to me.” The Omnissiah admitted as he floated in the air, “I have only recently reawakened the art of Biotransference and to use it upon those infected by Tzeentch will have effects unknown. Doubly so as I am still tampering with the idea that their souls must remain within their bodies for the ascension to occur without issue.” “You fear that my brothers would betray your blessing?” Ahriman exclaimed his fear. “In truth, yes. Ultimately your brothers will not ascend willingly with you for they are all tied by your sire to Tzeentch. Only you, Ahriman, have the freedom from the Diviner of Fate. As it will be in the future, it is now.” Ahriman realized that the being before him was speaking in riddles. That he knew what Ahriman was to do and could see it. He would not tell Ahriman though, for that was something all great diviners knew never to do. “Omnissiah.” Ahriman declared as he felt his will solidify, “Will I succeed? Can I save my Legion if I go alone?” Ahriman saw God raise his head and look into the future. It was a long, distant, and agonizing future that Ahriman had to experience. If what the Omnissiah said himself Ahriman could not even rely upon his own Father. He needed to face the facts himself. “There is a chance, if forever small, that you succeed. In exile you will learn the truth of the Universe and use it to your own ability. Find this truth and then you will free your Legion from its torment.”
That was all Ahriman needed to hear, “I thank you for that Oracle, Omnissiah. I am sorry but I cannot serve you because I have my brothers to save. As I have done before, I shall do again.” “Then all Shall be Dust.” The Omnissiah announced as he raised his Axe, “Begone, Ahriman, so that I may finally face my brother.”Ahriman watched as the axe came down. If nothing happened in that moment he would have been killed by it. However Ahriman was no longer on the battlefield. There, standing where Ahriman once was, was a kneeling Magnus the Red. His single eye blazing with magical balefire as his staff had intercepted the attack that was meant for his Chief Librarian. Even in his damned state where Magnus did not value his sons, he saw the value in Ahriman. He would not let the Astartes be killed so easily and thus placed himself where his son was. Right before the Omnissiah. >Lets start this brawl>Fall back>Mayhem shall now commence
>>5678720>Mayhem shall now commenceIts a fucking shame Mangus fell but that is also life. Time to spank him.
>>5678720>Mayhem shall now commence
>>5678720>Mayhem shall now commenceMaterium vs ImmateriumWe're about to show these rebels they should mind their Uncle Talos
>>5678720>Fall backdon't forget the plan
>>5678720>>Mayhem shall now commence
>>5678720>Fall backWe feinting
>>5678720>Fall backGoodbye and good luck dear nephew Also guys don’t forget the plan
>>5678720an epic yet stupid 1v1 would be fun bot we need to stick to the plan>Fall back
>>5678720>Fall back
>>5678720>Unleash the God Machines! (and Fall Back)
the other image is still under construction but here have Talos Rocking out with his... Necrodermis out
>>5678718Btw QM this and several other moments you've written up so far are very touching. They add an aspect to all the characters you write that makes them more than mere mustache twirling villains. Ahriman's love for his brother so strong, he's willing to risk utter failure and damnation at the smallest chance to save him.Even TalOS was willing to accept that some of his own brothers might be lost for the greater chance of victory.
>>5678977
>>5678720>Fall backAhriman is a good boy
>>5678720Unsure if this is the feint or not.But HEY HO>Fall back
>>5678720>Unleash the God Machines! (and Fall Back)This fight is probably the last chance in game to see a psi-titan in action.
MAGIC VS PHSYCIS>>5678722>>5678731>>5678739>>5678820Fall back>>5678774>>5678827>>5678892>>5678960>>5678963>>5678964>>5679028>>5679041>>5679045>>5679206>>5679249
Magnus the Red was a giant of a being even before becoming a Daemon Prince. His psychic fortitude giving him the ability to change his size from that of a normal man all the way to the proportions seen by smaller Titans. His size today was similar to that of Vulcan, the larget of their brothers, in an attempt to push down the Omnissiah with his sheer existence. As the two traded blows the Omnissiah took a deep examination into what his brother was now. Gone was the power armor that was meant to give the man power beyond that of even a Primarch. Where once there was Auric Gold that allowed Magnus to channel his psychic might easily through his gear now was replaced with simple brass armor. It was evident that these pieces of armor were not meant for defense. Such a thing was expected for no Daemon really wore armor. The Armor they sported upon their body was their own being. What Magnus wore was the concept of a warrior sorcery that held great primal power. In a way the horns that he sported were also a reflection of this, for while Magnus never had horns these demonstrates the sheer might of Magnus through false trophies. He was a Primarch given concept and form. Two, three, four blows were traded by the two of them as their respective weapons struck the other. The Omnissiah could taste the warp essence that his brother was made of as the Omnissiah Axe, as weapon made from his own being, bit into the staff that was also one with Magnus. A sour taste of betrayal. It was a betrayal that was both real and false as the Omnissiah could feel the Tzeentchian influence. It was a disgusting taste that was comparable to trying to eat sulfur as a human. You would never want to eat it, and when it finally arrives you cannot help but gag against the affliction. The Omnissiah Axe went for the lower left leg, to which Magnus slammed his staff that received the strike. Quickly the Omnissiah backed away as Magnus attempted to dig his three talon claws into his heart, finally creating space between the two of them. They floated there for a moment, their eyes evaluating their next move. Neither of them were proficient in fighting such grand bouts but it did not really matter now did it?
The Omnissiah, realizing what he had to do, smiled to enhance the effect, “Magnus, brother, to think that you came here to finish the job that you have already started. Once you were a fool, now you are a jester for a foul god.” “Silence TalOS!” The Red Giant shouted back as he swiped his weapon in the air. In doing so a bellow of fire was created that stretched between the two of them in an attempt to engulf the Master of Machines, “You understand nothing!” The Omnissiah paid witness to the fire for only a moment, quickly taking his weapon and spinning it. Magnetic forces quickly built up and summoned the bits of metal and iron that had scattered themselves in the dust below the two brothers, thus creating a cloud of material that intercepted the magical balefire. “Our Father had warned you a great many times. He had warned you that by bargaining with those you never truly understood that it would leave to damnation.” The Omnissiah began falling back all while summoning three spears of plasma that were thrown at Magnus, “You ignore his warnings and lost Foresight. Thus the moment you tried to save the Imperium you did not realize what it was you were about to do. That using such foul magics would attact beings you should never tempt.” “I SAID SILENCE!” Magnus yelled as he took the bait and rushed the Omnissiah, “I shall not listen to one who threw himself at the feet of a god! At least I had the gull to get something out of it!” “I serve the Machine God of my own will.” The Omnissiah answered simply, “You only serve your Lord for he has wrapped you in a collar of magic and lies.” The wounds of Magnus were fresh and easily salted with every pass. Magnus had lost his foresight to Tzeentch and to make sure that his slave would continue to be a slave never received it back. Thus the Primarch did not realize how they were edging just that little more distance from the battlefield and right around one of the many corners.
At one of the many points Red Cyclops was able to run down TalOS. The Sorcerer giving into his base urges and charging the Master of Machines. As the Daemon Prince tried to scewer the Omnissiah in the chest the Omnissiah was already moving on the z-axis to dodge the attack by sinking below it. “What a shame you are Magnus.” The Omnissiah announced as he hung in the air for just a moment, “Shattered into pieces by your magic and ignorance. You truly cannot be compared to any other.” There was no response as Magnus, instead his single eye glowed with might before dark fire leaped out of it towards the direction of Master of Machines. Unlike the many times before, the Omnissiah received the attack with his left arm, the strike burning deeply into his metallic skin to form a groove of metal. Then, in the next moment, reality folded in upon itself. The Omnissiah once appearing before Magnus and in the next moment appearing several yards away with his skin quickly knitting itself. Magnus took the bait, giving a bellow as he threw himself into the opening without care for what was unseen. As he flew the air in a cavity next to him shivered as a massive Titan decorated in black heraldry with golden highlights all around him. Runes glowed with magical might as thunder creased the fist that was launched in the direction of Magnus the Red. Magnus the Red only had enough of a moment to raise a Kine Shield as the Warlord Titan slammed into him with all the weight such a being was allowed to deliver. The lightning rippled through the air and inflicted a great amount of mortal wounds upon the Primarch and sent him flying through the air. However powerful that attack was it still did not kill the Crimson King. As fast as he travled the Red Giant regained his flight and quickly dodged two Volcano Cannons that were sent to try and finish the Daemon Prince off. “ENOUGH!” Bellowed Magnus as he reached into the Warp and began calling upon the might of Tzeentch. >Augment the Titan to fight Magnus>Bring down the Stars upon Magnus the Red>Beckon to awaken the powers of creation itself
>>5679337>Beckon to awaken the powers of creation itselfthis one sounds the coolest.>I exist on a scale your shattered mind can't even begin to comprehend, brother!
>>5679337>Beckon to awaken the powers of creation itself
>>5679337>Augment the Titan to fight MagnusWhittle him down some more, before we unleash our strongest.
>>5679337>Beckon to awaken the powers of creation itselfWe gonna create the Big Bang?
>>5679337>Call down the stars.GET GLITZED FOOL!
>>5678964KEK
>>5679336>“I SAID SILENCE!” Magnus yelled as he took the bait and rushed the Omnissiah, “I shall not listen to one who threw himself at the feet of a god! At least I had the gull to get something out of it!”based NGL>>5679337>>Augment the Titan to fight MagnusT4L0S is the God of Machines. It makes sense he makes the titan go full throttle instead of doing !magic and rainning down stars. Also awakening the powers of creation means https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand_Unified_Theory which is cool as fuck... but taht's the end of the battle, this is only the beginning. Also look up the island of stability, cool shit
>>5679652>At least I had the gull to get something out of it!”Yeah he got a pretty little slave collar out of it, oh and like one planet. Talos must feel like a total schmuck with his personal multi-planetary empire and uncontested leadership over a galaxy spanning religion.
>>5679337>Augment the Titan to fight Magnus
>>5679668And an actually appreciated and valued Psychic Corps of space marines.Who received an exception from the Council of Nikea.All because we chose to be supervised, nay, requested it.
>>5679668Not like Magnus is doing mind games to try and make his situation reasonable.
>>5679870I don't know what self-deception looks like, one could even say that I have never experienced "cope" so evidently I absolutely believe Magnus when he starts acting like me after the 4th monopoly game with my friends in a month.
>>5679870>Magnus: "A-at least I had to be tricked into servitude, you just willingly fell to it like a trained dog!">Talos: *LOL, LMAO even*
>>5679337>Bring down the Stars upon Magnus the Red. The stars already existed before your "god" appeared, and when he dissolved into the abyss from which he once emerged, they will continued to do so. Now let me demonstrate why.
>>5679668 Imagine feeling superior to an avatar of a real God, because you still have the ability to deny your own reality.>Cope more red hen.
It really does look like our choice of brother to save was the correct one.Alpharius did not savage the Federation alongside Fulgrim and Lorgar, did not try to assassinate our loved ones and deal with Corvus Corax. He simply continued what he did in canon. Nor did he or Horus try to assassinate us in turn.Perturabo is exactly the right brother we need at the right place and at the right time. Even if sadly he doesn't appear to be able to beat Horus strategically, his position is critical.Magnus? Well, I am of the belief even without him, Chaos would have found other ways to ruin the Emperor's Webway project. And honestly, the Webway project being complete (the way the Emperor wanted) isn't necessarily good for us. And both we and Leman Russ still hard counter him.I am quite pleased at how these events turned out.
>>5679919>Magnus? Well, I am of the belief even without him, Chaos would have found other ways to ruin the Emperor's Webway project.Alpharius was going to bomb the project with a Vortex Bomb or equivalent. While it would not be the same kind of damage, hurting the superstructure would result in the same issues.
>>5679919 I'm satisfied for the moment, with the impact Perturabo has had in this war. But I still think things are going too well at this moment, maybe the worst of the consequences are yet to come. I'm afraid of what the elusive bald will do yet.
>>5680189Things don't appear to be going all our way to be honest.There is no word from Lucius, not even an astropathic message or a ship.The ideal contingency plan would have been Perturabo diverting a significant crusade force alongside the Blackstone Fortress from the Federation to bust through the Ruinstorm and surroundTerra. In fact the most ideal was for them to reinforce Terra before Horus shows up. But that has not happened.It seems Horus may be successful in containing Pert and the Federation from creating an overwhelming force to come to the aid of Terra on time. Nor does it seem like Roboute and the boys will be breaking out any earlier either despite things being simpler.The fact that he's able to do this with theoretically fewer/more spread out forces than in OTL is disturbing, boding something deeper and malicious we don't know or haven't seen. Horus is still going to make his "Dash for the Throneworld" it feels. The main consolation is the post-heresy rebuilding will be so much better than in canon, especially if we survive, but even if we don't.
>>5679337>Bring down the Stars upon Magnus the Red
Creation itself>>5679343>>5679348>>5679394>>5679429>>5679462>>5679499>>5680160Augment the Titan>>5679392>>5679775>>5680070>>5680159>>5679652Call down the stars>>5679439>>5679906>>5680268I believe this is the vote
Magnus the Red began scratching the air as if writing a complex matrix of knowledge into the air itself. Before him dozens of runes and sigils began to show themselves with power leaking from them. He did not do this standing still, for he flew in between the half a dozen lasers that were being fired towards his being from the Titan Borealis-Thoon. When his actions were finished the Warlock threw his hands forward and sent a bellow of hellfire into the direction of Borealis-Thoon. The Titan’s faceless mask raised in its direction, several of the runes etched upon its armor glowing to reveal the defensive field that was enshrouding the giant. Ignorance made into power, both sides used their powers to receive the strikes and deliver the strike respectively. Indeed it was the power of Magnus’s ignorance that prevailed his enemy was a Titan who simply accepted the fire being washed across its armor. This was all the Omnissiah witnessed. He knew that this Avatar of his magnificence was powerful in its own right. It could not match Magnus in terms of magical might but the Titan quickly covered for that by bringing its maingun forward and showing Magnus the Red in an eruption of annihilating beam of light. Such an attack did not directly injure Magnus the Red for the Sorcerer had summoned before himself nine sigils of protection. The false-blood that flowed through the soul-fragment of Magnus flowed with the might of a hydraulic press. The flow of warp-energies creeping through his form causing what should have been a truly questionable existence to become so much closer to unquestionable. That he imprinted himself upon reality by sheer force of will to defend against the main-gun of the Psi-Titan. To witness this was not to engage in the attitudes of sloth. The Omnissiah had raised his hands and erected twenty five sigils that took control over the relationship between time and space. Rubbing his hands together he began to generate the simplest amount of heat to reach into the domain of Nyadra’zatha. Its was this Brother, the Burning One, who had breached the Webway with his genius of cosmic fire. It was he who, with the Machine God’s assistance, developed the Dolman Gates which the Necrons and C’Tan used to infiltrate the Webway and kill as many of the Old Ones as they possibly could. By interfacing with this part of reality the Omnissiah could feel the presence of this brother. The unbelievable desire for hunger washed him as he learned just what the Machine God previously was, but even more so. As the Burning One Nyadra’zatha was only second in having the greatest amount of hunger. The one to beat him was currently Tsara'noga the Outsider. Locked away by his own brothers for the terror he can unleash upon the entire galaxy.
Magnus the Red flew in and tried to strike in the torso of the Titan a blow from his staff. Time around his form began to shift and mold to allow the Primarch to move at speeds that would make many claim he teleported. He did not though and instead had ripped himself from the timestreams that governed the Universe and then traveled from before the Titan to standing next to it. Arriving at the torso the Primarch attempted to slice several gouges into what could roughly be called the chest of such a being. Quickly though did this prove to be troublesome as his Staff slammed into what was a field of thought and consciousness surrounding the Titan. He did not have the time to dispell the sheilding that the psyker had placed upon itself and instead decided that six more strikes would make it!One strike, shielded. Second strike, failed to pierce the armor. The Fourth and Fifth dug through the armored plate but could not catch a cabling. Then, the final strike finally reached the place the Primarch had been looking for and so he released a balefire of magic right into the circuits of the Titan. Magnus felt satisfaction as he watched the piece of the Titan explode only to quickly raise a Kine Shield as the infantry defenders of the Titan fired several cannons of las-fire in his general direction. These attacks were haphazard without aim but that was enough to risk the chance of striking Magnus. Each and every strike needed to have its fate moved away from Magnus and into a direction that did not matter to him. The possibility of being hit by even one of those would prove to be a scar upon the body of a Daemon like himself. It was then that the Titan began to move, Magnus watching as the eyes hidden by the faceplate of the Giant glowed a fierce red that starred into his mind. He would have called this move foolish but Magnus could feel the workings of his Father inside this giant machine that were augmenting the power this being held. He could feel it, the weight of what was non-existence gravity gaining upon him. The Mortal Concepts of leadened feet and fatigue growing upon him with every second the Giant helds its gaze. Magnus quickly raised his hand and reached, to feel the tethers that were holding him down and with a pull broke them. He was free, free enough to dodge the incoming strike by the giant as it rolled its fist around to try and swat Magnus from the sky.
Magnus flew up from that attack and was quickly faced with the Volcano Lances that were arrayed upon the Titan’s back. Each of them glowed a dangerous wrath before firing what was reasonably aimed at him. He had to raise a Kine Shield and accept the blasts for what they were, with the burn quickly teaching the Primarch that the wrath of a Titan was far greater than he could ever realize. He had to use his own essence, to mitigate what would have been a killing blow. It was only a small amount in the end but it still caused his temporal form to shiver and condensed itself into something that was not nearly as strong as it was before. Then the attacks finished and Magnus saw his chance to strike. Quickly moving with wings larger than Sanguineous’s, he flew into the operating port and looked infront to see the numerous cables and wires that were operating the system. As trained he was fired upon by every Priest and Workman who were fielding this armament, but Magnus did not care as he reached forward and lit the wires alight with dangerous warpfire. He could feel it still. The defensive wards of the Titan fighting him for every piece of damage that he was to inflict. At this moment he felt a weakness and took it. However the Psyker was empowered greatly so Magnus could not bring upon him his full psychic might that has killed so many other Titans in the past. Quickly he flew away from the being. The feeling of burning thanks to the sigils layering his skin. The Titan had taken a great many hits from the few minutes of fighting they had. Its guns were now injured and he could tell the strike against the chest had removed a great amount of mobility in the giant’s arm. He raised his hands to strike upon it one more time, to end it. It was then that he realized it. Quickly scanning the battlefield Magnus found his brother sitting crosslegged upon the ground. Around him was several thousand sigils and runes that were both eldritch but also far different than anything he both knows or has witnessed. He would have sensed something before this moment but whatever his brother was pulling upon was nothing coming from the Warp. Realizing his mistake and short-sighteness he flew in a dive towards his brother. Staff in hand he prepared to deliver a lancing strike into him. As he did so lasers rained around him as the Titan tried its best to defend its so-called deity. Then TalOS stood.
Magnus could feel the changes in the air and raised his hands. Warpfire quickly sprung from all around him that raced towards TalOS. His hope was for these baleful attacks to reach his brother Faster than he himself could have. Instead though he felt his magics interweaved and dismissed as the Titan’s eyes glowed a powerful green. “Magnus.” Called out his brother as he widened what Magnus could only describe as progaming to a several yard radius, “You have been a Prisoner of Magic for too long and forever shall you be. In your ignorance you have neglected the Truth of the Universe. That the Warp is but a pale imitation of what reality can do.”“Sorcery is how we will uplift humanity!” Declared Magnus quickly, “Even our Father knows this even if he fights against it! The Fate of Mankind is Psychic Ascension!” He could see it. He could see what was a weary smile cressing the face of his brother as the next words were spoken, “That is where your foolishness stands. To believe that Mankind needs to become something it is not to achieve greatness.” Then he felt it. The shifting of the warp and the barriers that were between it and reality. The Webway which was created by the Old Ones meticulously skillfully rendered with the processing of reality. He could barely understand in this second what was happening but could feel the shifting as the Warp itself screamed. “When we were born we all live in Ignorance.” The being that Magnus’s Brother has become spoke with authority that was unbecoming of even a Primarch, “It is the duty of each society to uplift this man into knowledge. To gift to him the insights that were denied by the Universe for several millions years!” Time was displaced, Magnus realized. The Warp was never aligned with reality but had almost always lived alongside it. Only now did Magnus realize those words. He had always believed that the Warp was part of the Material Universe and as such had a symbiotic relationship. He could see it now, the first creature of the Universe to have gained thought. In this single second he was one with the lifeform that would be the ancestor to the Old Ones living upon the rivers banging two rocks together. It was in this creature’s mind that the Warp was born. From its thoughts it was melded. The Chaos Gods simply echoes of its thoughts as it worked to fight, scheme, seduce, and die. Such a grand mind it had that it led to what now gripped the Universe. But then it was gone, TalOS using this creature only as a bridge to something far older and greater.
A single eye Magnus held, and with it he could see the past perfectly. He had stood to witness his failures and his triumphs. He could see his speakings with the Emperor from both the Council of Nikea to the day in which he formed his consciousness. Through Tzeentch he could witness what mankind once was and where it went. How it suffered through Old Night and how it should have simply allowed the Psychic Domination to take a hold of the race. That by fighting it they had doomed themselves to an Era of Torment. He did not bother to look before that until now. Now, through the sorceries of his brother, the Warp was now connected to the single location that it never had before. “It is then this Man, educated by his society in the ways of discovery, to go forward into discovery. That by his virtues Mankind will eventually reach the greatest Truth that was hidden to even the greatest of Xenos Empires.” There was a sense of triumph as he spoke the next words, “Mankind once had control of fundamentals. Of Stars and Gravity. Only through the foolish actions of your God were they knocked off the path of learning the Motive Force. The Truth!” A lense was focused, a time set. “Experience it, Brother. Experience the wrath of the Universe that had been denied its Champions.” It was small, its size smaller than an atom. Through his existence he could feel the connection snap and what was about to come. He tried to move, but in this single moment he felt Mortality. One second he was there, the next he was gone. Magnus the Red was once more dead. Obliterated by not just witnessing, but experiencing the start of the Universe itself. His soul fragment, already shattered, disappeared along with it. Blasted across the Universe in such a way that not even the Changer of Ways would be able to recover it. Magnus the Red will return under the guise of Tzeentch. The one obliterated was only a single shard of the being that Tzeentch had formed who wielded dozens of others at his beck and call. For just these next few years, however, TalOS had released his brother from Servitude. >Focus on repairing what is lost>Fight upon the Frontlines>Prepare for the next fight.
>>5680350>Focus on repairing what is lostLet Chaos know they are not the only ones whose hordes are endless. As the demons die and return to the warp, so too do our warriors rise to fight again, harder and stronger than before.
>>5680350>>Fight upon the FrontlinesSEIZE THE ADVANTAGEBURN THE HERETIC As in, kill all the chaos marines, those don't grow on trees unlike tzeench's spawn. We might erase the thousand sonds here and now. Even better, they must be reeling from their Primarch's death (yeah he will come back in 40k yadda yadda...
>>5680350>Focus on repairing what is lostFocus on the damage inflected lads, The webway project is a important! Not gonna lie, Thats hella rad to picture magnus just being sent back in time like that without being made a puppet.
>>5680350>Focus on repairing what is lostTalOS be out here snapping people out of existence with facts and logic. Warp fags eat your heart out!
>>5680350>Prepare for the next fight.Horus Comes.
>>5680397Through the webway? The whole point being we won't fight him because we were locked in here?
>>5680350>Focus on repairing what is lost
>>5680350>Focus on repairing what is lostWe hold the lineAlso, fuck me that was awesome
>>5680350>Focus on repairing what is lostFuck me, Magnus got fucked big time. Absolutely beautiful
>>5680350>Focus on repairing what is lost.Now that was a sweet Primarch Interaction.>>5679995Yikes>>5680203I am also troubled about no word from Perturabo. I think Plot dictates we dont know just yet. Horus should have Mort, Lorgar, Angron and Fulgrim with him at the seige. Lorgar would have tried to usurp Horus by now and therefore been exiled by now (hopefuly maybe).We assume Terra is being defended by Imperial Fist and Blood Angels(?). No White Scars legion but ALOT heavier Mechanicus pressence this time around.I wonder who will slow the Ultramarines arrival for it was the IV legion who did that originally.The variable im thinking about is how strong in Night Haunter in this timeline?>>5680397This guy knows whats up.
>>5680350
>>5680350>Fix what is lost.Our job is to hold the line, so shore up our defences.
>>5680527Horus does deserve some great praise here. If he pulls of his dash, he can claim that he not only bested the great Imperial Defender, but also the great Imperial Siegelifter, acting together. I ponder how close we are to victory here in the webway, and what that will mean if we achieve it.Magnus is defeated, this shard of him killed even (something that Vulkan in canon failed to do out of compassion), but Vulkan didn't know it was only a shard. In canon, the Webway battle was lost due to two things:-The Mechanicum Forces betrayed them in an attempt to go secure/fleet to the untapped Martian portion of the Webway (failed when their leader was taken over by Drach'nyen). We are not allowing that, also we have repulsed Drach'nyen-A combined assault of the traitor Legio Audax Titans overwhelming the beleagered force, requiring the Emperor to sacrifice 1000 psykers to give him another day of battle in the webway to allow the forces to retreat. We are so far, making an excellent substitute for the Emperor he won't need to do that I feel. Hell maybe he can just eat those 1000 psykers for a power boost to himselfWhat we might get out of this is, if the Emperor can rely on us to hold the Webway, he himself can board the Vengeful Spirit without Malcador having to sacrifice himself. Or if the Emperor is even luckier, he'll call Horus bluff and not board his ship and let him come down and take Terra himself
>>5680350>>Focus on repairing what is lost
Also I'll comment and say the fight was incredibly badass, I'm thankful QM included so many different things both the Titan and the forces of the Universe.If we live to share one more drink of B33R with Russ we can both boast that we fought the Sorcerer King and won. And surely Russ would say "You fought but a shard of him. I fought him whole!"
>>5680350>Focus on repairing what is lost.The strategy still is to hold the line for as long as we can.>>5680664 In this scenario Tal0S could say that Russ defeated him on that moment. While Tal0S can delete him from reality, piece by piece.
Btw as far as I am concerned there is not much more to write about for the Webway. The fight will fight and the end draws near. Unless anyone can suggest something reasonable I think we will approach the final hour. This was earlier than I expected but you guys also decided the Webway was a decent vacation destination.
>>5680989Hey QM since we fought in the webway and focused on "repairing what is lost." does that mean when Big E gets interred on the throne he wont have to deal with the broken webway and only the astronomican and his own wounds?Essentially he wont be as fucked up in the end because we took off some strain from his shoulders?Captcha:MRYYAS
>>5681033In canon it was a legio of chaos Titans and the betrayal of the Mechanicum that lead to the fall of the webway. What will cause us to leave this time?
>>5681037Scheduled maintenance
>>5680989Will we ever hear of Vulkans fate?
>>5680549heretical
Magnus was defeated. Indeed the Custodians had done what it was the Omnissiah had planned. They had welcomed the incoming forces of the Thousand Sons with a feint. Giving them ground so that their strength would be mitigated while the Omnissiah had dealt with their maddening Primarch. When given an series of commands to carry out not even the Skitarii of the Cult Mechanicus could out perform the Custodians of the Emperor. Such a fact was obvious as they not only knew what was to happen, but they intrinsically understood what was the result that should come of it. On the ground modifications was a constant on the battlefield and the cultured warriors of the Custodian Guard were perfect for that role. Upon the obliteration of Magnus the Red, the Thousand Sons quickly began their retreat. Many of them feeling the fear and awe that had gone through Magnus in his last moments, but most simply having the bad feelings associated with death itself. The Omnissiah reasoned that nothing more could be expected of this. He was a Shard of Magnus after all and the Thousand Sons had already experienced what it meant to lose their Primarch. A weak connection along with exposure does wonders to one’s temperament on such damning of things. As the lines began to reform the Omnissiah was focused on controling the damage that was taken by his forces. Already he could see the next thousand years worth of labor that he needed to commit himself to and those thousand years worth of labor was needing theg greatest amount of warriors possible. To minimize Chaos’s influnce upon Terra his Father had sealed the gate behind them, so there would be no reinforcements. They fought a brutal war in this Webway. The Chaos Daemons pushing so hard that there was good reason to start falling back into more defensible terrain. There were even times the Daemons appeared behind their forces, the thoughts given sentiance quickly learning all the tricks that the webway offered to its visitors. Things were, for what the Omnissiah realized, was coming along rather perfectly in a relative sense. He knew it could not last forever for when the month began to close upon Terra a hard decision needed to be made.
Being within the Webway was what greatly isolated them all from the fight that was outside. The only signs were as bad as they were was the ever growing flow of Daemons of all kinds coming in through the Webway in an attempt to kill the Omnissiah and his people. The Daemons had tried a plethora of tricks and gimmicks to try and gain the advantage. Let it be trying to release the Scrap Code that had infected Mars or several dozen assassination attempts by the numerous lesser daemons forever attempted to knock them from their post. The Omnissiah simply worked though. He worked as he had for what was many months worth of labor and soon to be centuries worth of it. He could keep up their forces but it was evident that whatever failures the defenders on the outside were experiencing would then in turn reflect in a greater number of Daemons infesting the Webway.Essentially the investment of Chaos was becoming more and more worth while. They could see that the investment of Daemons into the Undying Legion of the Omnissiah was worth it for if they put that little bit more pressure he might crack. What helped them the most though was the strength of the Titans and the unwavering loyalty of the Custodians. Each of them supported into perpetual status by the Omnissiah’s arts meant that none of them could outright be defeated. The only issue now was simply dealing with the states of failure whenever a Custodian fell to be retrieved or the Titans needed to fall back for repair. He felt it then and there. A small pull of psychic energy that was alerting him to something on the horizon. While the Webway was nothing but a territorial game between immortal beings the battle upon Terra seems to have finally taken its drastic turn. Terra was severed from the rest of reality all while the fleets of Perturabo and Guilliman were almost finished in their approach to Terra. A final gambit at the final hour was upon them. For this gambit the God of Mankind would call upon all his Warriors to drive the final stake into the arch enemy. The Omnissiah would go to him, there was no question about that. But how should he bless his men before leaving for what would be the Final Hour of the current age? >Empower their weapons>Release torrents of mayhem that will keep the Daemons busy>Summon the ‘Reinforcements’ from a doleman gate.
>>5681134>>Summon the ‘Reinforcements’ from a doleman gate.I like how 'Reinforcements' looks like
>>5681134>Summon the ‘Reinforcements’ from a doleman gate.I hope its trazyn or orokinOr flayers
>>5681134>Summon the ‘Reinforcements’ from a doleman gate.
>>5681122Killed 1000 times by Fulgrim
>>5681132Oh so he did end up sealing us behind after all.Does our presence lessen the strain on the one who sits on the throne to generate the seal?
>>5681134>Release torrents of mayhem that will keep the Daemons busy>burst their ears with "a new hand touches the beacon"
>>5681134>Summon the ‘Reinforcements’ from a doleman gate.It would seem that Perturabo has won against the children that are Logar and Fulgrim so it would be nice to hear how it went
>>5681134>Summon the ‘Reinforcements’ from a doleman gateI would love to play as pert during that whole thing.. I'm as excited if not more to learn how he defeated them as I am about our current story, which is peak 40k
>>5681134>Empower their weapons
>>5681221Some anon is evidently planning a sidequest. That could be fun.
>>5681134>Release torrents of mayhem that will keep the Daemons busy
>>5681134>>Summon the ‘Reinforcements’ from a doleman gate.
>>5681134>Reinforce themThis should keep them busy for a few days
>>5681134>Summon the ‘Reinforcements’ from a doleman gate."Terra was severed from the rest of reality all while the fleets of Perturabo and Guilliman were almost finished in their approach to Terra. For this gambit the God of Mankind would call upon all his Warriors to drive the final stake into the arch enemy." I'm thinking that Horus will try to copy Julius Caesar, putting the Emperor in the same situation that Vercingetorix and his celts were in the siege of Alesia. And honestly if he wins here, he will have won the entire civil war. The sheer concentration of Loyalist forces in this battle means that if they are defeated, there won't be many of them left to defend the remaining Loyalist territories. But if the traitors' forces are defeated here, very few of them manage to reach the eye of terror. They won't be such a big problem for quite some time, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the black crusades would have to be halved. The siege of the Holy Terra is far more decisive in this timeline than in the original, and much more destructive as well.
>>5681134>Summon the ‘Reinforcements’ from a doleman gate.War in Heaven 2: Energy Boogaloo
>>5681134>Summon the ‘Reinforcements’ from a doleman gate.Let gauss and tesla evicerate the daemons
>>5681463>won't be many of them left to defend the remaining Loyalist territories.I legitimately hope and have more faith in TalOS, Perturabo and Roboute (as well as our construction of the Federation/Ultramar, etc.) not to allow that to happen. More to the point that is just plain bad writing. Outnumbered by a wide margin, having been beaten back on multiple fronts, forced to make such a narrow gambit. It would be something like a fanfic of Steiner not only turning back the Soviets surrounding Berlin but then going on to march on Moscow. If Horus can just use sorcery and magic to poof away huge gigantic armies across the Galaxy no less, this war should have been lost already.
More likely from the sound of it Horus has cut off all the Warp Lanes into Terra itself, possibly having succesfully tried that gambit that Abaddon did by laying a series of Warplane Mines/using Blackstone/sorcery to seal the ways into and out of Terra. That's ill news yes. However, I want to believe that does not give Horus unlimited amount of time to siege or an insta-ticket to victory in the long war. That is to say, even should Horus burn Terra to ashes, devour the Emperor's soul, crack open the Webway into a rift that swallows Terra into a demon world and shatter the Astronomican, I'd really not want it to mean that all of the sudden he can turn about and play like the rebels at Endor and rout the huge army of loyalists on the outside. Especially at the great and terrible cost it would take to make that goal happen. As demoralized as they loyalists may be, I really hope they aren't the Imperials at Endor who suddenly turn about in despair despite overwhelming odds. Roboute has the Pharos now as an alternative to the Astronomican, information he might pass on to Perturabo, and he was a firm believer in the concept of Imperium Secundus and surviving the death of the Emperor. It is possible we ourselves may attempt to flee through the Webway in such a terrible event and come out somewhere else, leading the 10,000 in the new long war. Horus has slowed down the army without, but he had best save a line of retreat for himself and his forces because if the loyalists in turn do surround the warp lanes from the outside and create a noose it will absolutely kill him in defeat, and devastate him in victory. Something I'd imagine he wouldn't allow. Also the Emperor still technically can ask TalOS to enact the Talisman of Seven Hammers. Better that Terra explode than its souls and magical power as a symbol be allowed to be corrupted and used by the Ruinous powers. In fact Vulkan was left behind specifically to ensure that was an option. And we seem to be replacing Vulkan so far.
>>5681531 Nano the destruction caused by a long civil war where traitors destroyed the planet earth, would probably destroy humanity itself. The amount of worlds destroyed or lost when the traitors dissolve to fight each other, would be too many for a loyalist resistance to rebuild the empire. Even if there is a continuation of imperial values, between the fungal green invasions, the hungry isetoid invasions, and the awakening of the zenophobic metallic legions. I would say that the new empire will fall, for the simple lack of volume. Which would be very similar to what happened to the Roman Empire.gp440a
>>5681930The Empire as it was likely will die, but what I see may be more akin to the Dark Ages after the fall of Rome. But more to the point, humanity has other circles of resistance between Ultramar and the Federation. If anything it might be more like a Byzantium and HRE type scenario.Humanity survived one Long Night and age of strife before, wracked by warp storms, demonic incurions and xenos. And at least this time there are also loyalist primarchs.Roboute had faith in Imperium Secundus, and he very well might have pulled off a Justinian. The fact is there would now be two of them with TalOS in the mix who if he lives will bring a huge windfall to the loyalist survivors.
>>5681984 You are banking too much on the survival of the loyal primarchs, it is enough for guilliman to die in this siege and the hope of a strong Imperial remnant dies with him. The federation will not die with Tal0S, but it will not be so good for the surviving humans. And it won't last long if she's the main target of post-siege traitor forces. As for the other loyalists I would say that they would not try to rebuild humanity like Tal0S or roboute, Dorn will not live in a timeline where planet earth is destroyed, he would probably be the third option.
>>5682011Well yes, too many loyalist primarchs dying at the siege of Terra is going to spell catastrophe for mankind. That's true even before the siege of Terra if Horus somehow just went about the galaxy slaying loyalists left and right things would get incredibly grim on Terra to the point the Emperor may consider blowing it all up before they even arrive. They need to survive long enough to kick the rebels out and get the Imperiums shit running.But that's quite a horrific scenario to envision where so many loyalists die without also taking a significant number of traitors with them. The balance of dead loyalists to dead traitors wasn't very skewed in OTL imo.Both TalOS and Roboute designed their empires to survive without them as a last resort. Naturally they also focused primarily on not dying, but they did also consider the possibility. And, in so far as Ultramar prevailed when Guilliman was interred in his bubble, it seems to have worked.A series of terrible events would have taken place for any scenario in which the traitors post siege are better off here compared to OTL. By all rights, things should at least be better for mankind here than in canon by our efforts, the players on the board, etc. So long as we don't cock up and let the earth be destroyed.But the fact that the earth is also on the knife edges despite our great efforts and the advantages we've worked so hard to acrue is something to consider. I can only pray things got dire as yet another result of Horus trickery and strategem of war, but militarily in a conventional long war we should have him beaten to rights.
>>5682025 I hope you are correct, I sincerely hope that we can win this war, so we can give a better future for all of mankind. But I would just like to make clear the risks of losing this battle.
>>5682029The greatest risk is losing TalOS imo.If TalOS lives, the Mechanicum and the Federation will live. Even if Terra dies.The death of Terra spells mostly the death of the Imperium. The Mechanicum still has its god, a means of accessing the Webway and the existence of Pharos Beacons in replacement of the Astronomican, and the technological wonders he can bring. And we can shore up Ultramar.Plus it isn't like we had to be here at Terra, in another timeline we would have been out there with Russ and the others fighting while the siege went on.Bear in mind the destruction of the Astronomican isn't even that bad. yes it will mean the disintegration of the Imperium, but the Astronomican is only like 200 years old and relatively new. The Federation was built without it and short range warp jumps were and still are a thing. But now we also have Lanterns of Charon and AI like Calibre to help access DAoT warp travel that also didn't use Astronomican.in any case, yes. . .losing earth is still bad. Like, really really bad. Let's avoid that if we can, but not at the cost of suicide.
what about the star child I wonder
The calling came and the Omnissiah had to answer it. Analysis was simple, that the battlelines would fall if he was to leave the battlefield. He needed to circumvent this in some manner to assure that there would not be any large pushes towards the Golden Throne. His mind quickly searched the galaxy. His many shards being strung across the galaxy becoming eyes for the Omnissiah to see into the Universe itself. His eyes washed across the scene, a subtle call to those present to answer his search for useful resources. One of them answered. Imprisoned upon one of the many isolated worlds of the Necrons he could feel mayhem taking its toll. An Overlord risen only to fall to the presence of their brother. Under the guiding hand of the insane the Overlord had risen a great many of his fellows, turning them into his laying servants. Quickly a deal was struck. The specter of insanity coming into consciousness in just a strong enough form to understand what it was the Machine God was wishing from the damned. The Demand of this ruined C’Tan was obvious, that he wished to be free from the unending hunger that had plagued their kind since time immemorial. The Machine God did not pride himself like the Trickster. He did not see this as getting one over his brother in what was a moment of true desperation. He only saw what was about to happen to be a deal struck where one side did not really care what happened as their agreement was settled. From the rear of the Daemon’s lines they came like a tide. Screeching and hollaring that had no sign of stopping. They laughed and cried while taking the flesh of those foolish enough to stand close to their escape from isolation. Anything that was infected by the Flayer, Llandu’gor, was brought to the fore as the fallen god demanded souls to satisfy his endless hunger. He demanded it without even understanding how to eat them anymore. He was perpetually existing yet driven so mad by his hunger that Llandu’gor forgot how to eat. The Omnissiah did not care. With the terrors pointed in a direction other than his troops he made a thin slice in the Webway. He stepped through it to disappear for the few hours that remained of the war.
The Omnissiah appeared at the side of his Father, the Emperor of Mankind. He sat upon his Golden Throne like an immortal God-King wearing armor of what fools would call pure gold. He showed to his people the elegance of might and what they all aspired to be at this darkest hour. In both a figurative sense and a literal one, it was he who was leading both the survivors and the siege breaking fleets to victory. He was silent. His words were not nearly worth speaking when his mind was doing so much more. “Brother!?” There was a sudden explanation of fear from Lion El’ Johnson. It tinged with surprise most of all, but there was also the sound of fear. The Omnissiah looked at his other brothers present. Rogal Dorn was present and so was Sanguinius. Rogal was weathered beyond what could be comprehended from the numerous months of defending the siege with little sign of buckling. While a great many gates were taken, their stronghold at the Saturnine Gate remained true. As for who kept the Saturnine Gate open, Sanguinius proved himself to be heavily injured in all manners of the word. It was he who defended against Angron and it was he who slaughtered multiple Greater Daemons of Chaos. It was upon his wings that the Siege was successful, little question of that. For his troubles, he has been grievously wounded. A Primarch would not die from these wounds but the Omnissiah wondered if that would be the case. Rounding back the Omnissiah looked upon The Lion his injuries were great, but not nearly as horredious as his brother’s. Infections flowed through his blood that were quickly being purged by the presence of the Emperor, signs that he had been in a bloody conflict with Mortarion. When both were mortal, Lion El’ Johnson would have defeated his brother, and it was assured once again when one of them ascended. The only two remaining were Malcador the Sigillite and Constantin Valdor. To say that Valdor looked upon the Omnissiah with suspicion was an understatement. Malcador however simply looked happy for another to have survived these dark days. “Johnson,” Malcador spoke with immense authority as he slammed his staff upon the tilled floor, “There will be no time to explain. The Emperor rises.” Upon his words everyone fell silent. The giant of a man, the one TalOS called a god, opened his eyes. And with immense effort the Emperor rose from the Golden Throne.
Wonder overcame the room as everyone witnessed the rising of the Emperor. Many present likely wondered if they would ever see their Father arise once more. The Omnissiah was the only to not be surprised by this action. What was within his heart was anticipation. They all looked upon the Emperor in wait, wishing for him to speak the words they all wanted to hear. No words came though. There was no words that could measure the sacrifice that came when Malcador the Sigillite stood before the Golden Throne. The Emperor reached down and raised the man, helping who was one of the oldest men of the Universe into the Golden Throne. There was silence still as Malcador sat upon the seat, his mind now consumed with the management of the Astronomicon and the maintaining of reality around them. His fate was henceforth sealed. The Omnissiah could only be proud that what he has done within the Webway has greatly limited the suffering the man was now experiencing. The Emperor waited in silence for that minute. Holding it for what was the damning of a great friend to a nessecary fate. The Astronomicon could not go out and Chaos could not be allowed to drag Terra into the Warp. It will be his life they sacrifice for this moment of sanctity. “Horus has lowered his Void Shields.” Declared the Emperor as he made the most damning fact known to all present,
