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Warhammer 41,000: The End Times


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In the Grim Darkness of the Far Future, The End is Nigh...

The Final Days are upon us. After ten thousand years of maintaining the dwindling life-force of the Emperor, the Golden Throne has failed.

In a single instant, the galaxy was undone.

The Eye of Oblivion has opened, and has consumed Holy Terra. The shockwaves of its creation spread throughout the Imperium. In an instant, a hundred million psykers were torn asunder. As their minds were ripped apart the gates of the Warp opened, and with it came the triumphant scream of infinite Chaos. Thousands of worlds went dark. Suns dimmed. Skies blackened. Water became blood.

Each day the Eye of Oblivion stretches wider, and Unreality spills into the galaxy. Xenos threats see the death of the Imperium is at hand, and strike with all their cruel might. The Chaos Gods march, and at the head of their armies come the Daemon-Primarchs, traitor-sons of the Emperor himself. Millions flee into the darkest corners of creation, but there is no longer anywhere to hide.

The forces of the Imperium are divided and scattered, prepared to die fighting the inevitable damnation. But there is one glimmer, one fading light that the galaxy's heroes cling to, a single word echoing in the minds of every psyker ever born.

"Rise."

A single word, uttered from within the Eye of Oblivion. For those who stand for courage, honor, and the chance of a future, it is a rallying cry and the most cruel of illusions: hope.

On Maccrage, the stasis-fields holding the Primarch Roboute Guilliman shudder and fail... and the ancient warrior draws a gasping breath. In the depths of the Rock, pitch-black corridors tread only by the Watchers in the Dark flicker with power, and the Lion El'Jonson opens his eyes. On battlefields across the Imperium, the Raven Guard, Salamanders, and White Scars look on with awe as their primarchs appear as if summoned from the beyond, turning the impossible tides with a sweep of their blades. In the halls of the Fang, Bjorn the Fell-handed stirs of his own accord--decades before he was mean to awaken--and greets Leman Russ as he and the 13th Great Company return home for the first time in millennia.

Across the galaxy, Eldar Craftworlds fall against the oppressive might of aliens and Chaos. Yet as Slaanesh sweeps in to glut itself on souls, it finds the well dry--the spirits of the Eldar within the Infinity Circuits have vanished. Shrieking its rage, Slaanesh does not hear the laughter echoing from the shadows.

The shockwave released by the Eye of Oblivion has shaken the Tyranid hive fleets. Somewhere in the twisting mass of flesh the Hive Mind shivers before a power it has never felt. Disoriented and confused, the fleets lash out in search of this elusive prey. So great is their sudden hunger that the fleets turn on each other, desperate to accumulate the biomass needed to ensure victory over a greater foe, and their rampages devastate worlds at an unprecedented rate.

The madness plaguing the galaxy seems all too familiar to the mechanical eyes of the Necron, who remember the time of the Enslaver Plagues and the War in Heaven. Some Dynasties vote for a return to deathless slumber, but the Silent King refuses them. The presence of the Tyranids and the rampant Warp energies swirling through the galaxy is too great. Countless Tomb worlds could be obliterated, and all life swept clean from the galaxy. The Necron's timeless science could not rebuild from such devastation, and so they undying empire resolves to fight. Either they will master death, or it will claim them at last.

Though the destruction spreading throughout the galaxy seems like a lot of good fun to the Orks, it sparks a race memory deep in their fungal essence, carried down the generations as surely as a Mekboy's need to tinker. Here, the Orks are slowly realizing, is the Waaagh! to end all Waaaghs! The First Waaagh! had returned, the Final Waaagh! had come. With a sense of purpose settling into their minds, such as they had not felt for hundreds of thousands of years, the Orks get ready to get stuck in one last time.

The loss of Holy Terra and the Sol System has snuffed the life of the Astronomican, as well as crippled the Adeptus Mechanicus. The Imperium should seem utterly helpless, and yet the most forbidden of sins--innovation--begins to take hold. Choirs of psykers, determined to hold the Imperium together, have sacrificed their individuality and united as a single group consciousness. Calling itself the Hydra, these psykers maintain the lines of communication for humanity. Without the edicts of Mars to command them, various Forge Worlds are in open revolt. Some Tech Adepts turn to absolute tyranny, intent to force conformity even in the face of a fallen Omnissiah. Others embrace the change they were long denied, and new technologies take shape in the remaining forges of the Imperium. But can it possibly be enough to hold the line?

The sons of the Emperor--the Primarchs and their Space Marines--do not know the answer. But if the Emperor has indeed fallen, then the fate of the Imperium is in their hands, and in the hands of every single man, woman and child who draws breath in these final nights. There may be no tomorrow, but mankind will fight on, it will rage against the dying light. When the darkness comes, not even the Chaos Gods will deny humanity fought to the bitter end.

 

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A logical next step, though I think all of this could occur without the Emperor dying. His regeneration as a perpetual would still destroy the workings of the Golden Throne. 

 

It adds layers if his fate remains unknown. Alive and well, he's a "win" button for the good guys. By keeping it vague, it leaves the fate of mankind in its own hands, rather than his, yet still gives them hope.

A good read.

 

 

Except the stasis fields encasing Roboute Guilliman are there to stop him from dying as he has a piece of chaos sword embedded in his heart!

My understanding is that his throat was slashed by a poisoned sword. Just the same, it's more than possible to save him in a suitably covoluted way.

CODEX ASTARTES
ASTARTES CAUTES: Jaghatai Khan bursts from the Warp on Chogoris to lead his Chapter, his body so heavily scarred he is almost unrecognizable. Held for millennia by the twisted Haemonculi of Commoragh, the Khan burns for vengeance, and the White Scars may be the key to unlocking the connection between Commoragh and the Eye of Oblivion.
ASTARTES CORVUS: The Master of the Raven Guard returns with a mission of the utmost importance, a desperate infiltration of the Eye of Terror itself to reclaim an artefact that could save the Imperium. The greatest test of the Raven Guard's skills are about to begin.
ASTARTES FERRUM: Ferrus Manus has returned as a being of living metal, leading the Iron Hands to reclaim Forge worlds and prepare weapons for the apocalyptic battles to come. The Iron Hands coldly rejoice his return, but is this truly their Primarch?
ASTARTES LUPUS: Leman Russ leads the Thirteenth Company back to Fenris, uniting his sons. With Bjorn Fell-handed at his side, Russ turns the forces of the Space Wolves against the unrelenting assault of Chaos, but first they must protect Fenris itself as Magnus the Red and his Thousand Sons arrive to destroy the world.
ASTARTES PUGNIS: The Imperial Fist's fortress-monastery Phalanx escaped the Eye of Oblivion by sheer luck, but a warp accident has plunge the ancient vessel into the heart of the Iron Warrior's growing empire. The successor Chapters rush to the Fist's aid, setting the stage for their final battle. The full force of the Black Templars is unleashed across the galaxy, guiding millions of fleeing citizens to the relative safety of Ultramar.
ASTARTES SALAMANDRAE: The Song of Entropy is recovered from the Night Lords, and flings Forgefather He'stan to the darkness beyond the galaxy. There he recovers the Unbound Flame and the Primarch Vulkan. Together they reclaim the Engine of Woes and the Obsidian Chariot from the Ghoul Stars, artefacts that will provide humanity with new forms of Warp travel that do not rely on the extinguished Astronomican.
ASTARTES SANGUIS: M'kai the Reborn launches his assault on Baal as the Tyranids flood into the system. The Blood Angels fight a desperate battle, but a voice echos in their minds from the depths of the Black Rage, compelling the Sons of Sanguinius to seek Holy Terra.
ASTARTES ULTRA: Captain Titus recovers the Pancea from Commoragh and discovers a secret of the Eye of Oblivion, returning home in time to save Roboute Guilliman from death. The Primarch summons the successor chapters to Ultramar to defend the last bastion of humanity.

CODEX IMPERIUM

CODEX MALLEUS: The Imperial Guard Remnant, Inquisition and Imperial Navy have banded together in the final nights into the Malleus, fighting a hundred thousand battles on as many worlds. Cadia burns, Catachan is infested by the Tyranids, Krieg is swallowed by the darkness. Millions of Guardsmen, their homes robbed of them, strip themselves of all pretense and stand now as the first and last line of defense of simply humanity. While the Primarchs and the Space Marines deal with holding the Imperium together, the Malleus focuses solely on ensuring the salvation of mankind and destruction of its enemies.

CODEX ASTARTES CANENS: The Grey Knights survived the Eye of Oblivion thanks to ancient failsafes burned into the core of Titan by Malcedor the Sigilite. The soul of the ancient caretaker is bound to the moon, his presence--mirroring that of the Emperor--protecting the world from constant assault of the Warp. Orbiting the Eye of Oblivion like a mote in a god's eye, Titan is now the beachead for the Grey Knights to strike at the daemons pouring out of the new tear in reality.

CODEX SORORITAS: The Sisters of Battle is caught in the whirlwind. The Imperial faith shatters all around them, filling the universe with apostacy and despair. As their own faith falters, the sisters are struck by a bizarre vision spread throughout their ranks, an impossible hope that lies somewhere within the Webway, in a place called the Black Library of Choas. There, the visions promise, is the salvation of Mankind.

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For the Wolftime!!!!!

 

 

errr, uh wait a minute.  Ferrus Manus had his head removed.  Read chopped off.  Uh, I don't think that Primarch is coming back.  Dorn either, for that matter.

 

Otherwise this looks great.  Good feel to it.  Love the pace it sets.

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Vulkan is dead killed by John Grammaticus.

Something tells me that the God-Emperor is no longer a Perpetual. After all that would explain why he doesn't want to die. I bet the end of the Horus Heresy novel series would go that way.

Anyway, here is all the censored.gif that is being showered all over the Imperium's face by the end of the 41st millennium: Listed by faction

Chaos

-13th Black Crusade

-Night of a Thousand Rebellion

-Fabius Bile cloning the God-Emperor

-Blood Angels and their "alliance" versus both Ka'Bandha's daemons and the Tyranids

-Daemon Prince Belakor and an Iron Warsmith board the Phalanx, so that they could fire on Holy Terra itself!

-Huron Blackheart has a legion of Chaos Space Marines and is expanding his empire

Orks

-3rd War for Armageddon

-Green Krusade

-Octarius War

-Ork Waaagh! attacking the Raven Guard

-Waaagh! Grax is invading the Forge World of Ryza

Necrons:

-Imotekh is still expanding his empire

-A random Necron Overlord vows to exterminate all life, starting with the Imperium

-Anakyr is liberating worlds at the expense of the Imperium

Tau

-Third Sphere Expansion

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