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Warhammer 40,000: Discussione Generalis #2

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The difference between Fulgrim just toying around, accidentally getting slightly hurt, and crushing most of the life from Guilliman in a matter of moments after getting enraged really shows how much of a boost it was, especially since mortal Fulgrim vs Ferrus Manus was like...an actual, long duel.

It also shows how much of a boost revived Guilliman has gotten, going from being brutalized by Fulgrim to inflicting notable damage on Magnus.
 
Not sure, actually. Maybe it'd be best to ask some others? I mean, it's not like they should be thousands upon thousands of times weaker than Chaos Horus, anyway.
 
Got the Dark Imperium box, yesterday. Finished assembling all the models, which are easily some of the best GW has made in their entire history. The Death Guard are particularly impressive. The box set comes with a full copy of the 8th edition rule book, so I will post some notable fluff updates or statements from it, soon.
 
Some stuff from the 8th rulebook:

  • I'm not sure if this counts as a "leak", but Mortarion is there, in the art, like...two pages in. He's just kinda in the upper right-hand corner of a battle scene, but it does confirm the (obvious) fact that the mysterious scythe shown in the initial Death Guard teaser is for Mortarion's model.
  • We get an idea of the scale of the Imperium, as countless billions of humans are born and die, each day.
  • Confirmation is given that the Golden Throne only preserves the Emperor's physical form, but his immeasurable will, which is what he truly is, exists by its own power.
  • As ****** as the Imperium is, it has been expanding at an astronomical rate for the past 10,000 years, and has actually been rising tremendously in power.
  • Just recently, the Eye of Terror expansion mentioned in Fall of Cadia kicked off a chain of events that led to a massive number of Warp storms connecting, creating a fuckhueg Warp storm called the Great Rift/Cicatrix Maledictum (aka the thing nobody will ever call it). This Warp storm is so large, it literally splits the galaxy in half, and has essentially isolated these two halves from each other.
  • The galactic north half is known as Imperium Nihilus, and is a place where the Astronomicon doesn't reach. Navigators there are effectively blind, making FTL travel impossible for mankind.
  • The Adeptus Astartes often use Exterminatus devices delivered by kill team to the planet's surface in order to carry out Exterminatus. Said device is only about the size of a Space Marine, looks like this, and wipes out entire worlds.
  • The Imperium makes planet-sized ports just to tether bigger ships. There are starforts that are even larger than said ports. They also make artificial defense moons stationed at specific points or in orbit of certain planets. On top of this, there are mining rigs that literally siphon up nebulas for resources. All this just to fuel the Imperium's war industry.
  • Normally, the most powerful Greater Daemons and the Daemon Primarchs could only exist in the materium in a weakened state for a very limited period of time, as their sheer power required too much Warp energy to maintain. Because of the Great Rift, this is no longer the case.
Will keep posting more as I go.
 
More things:

  • More confirmation that the Emperor is actively protecting the Imperium and that many things attributed to him are, quite possibly, his doing.
  • Abaddon is stated to be directly responsible for the Great Rift. Still doesn't get a new model.
  • The Great Rift has altered the galaxy's time. In some sectors of the galaxy, time has slowed down, while in others, it has drastically sped up. What this means for future events in lore remains to be seen.
  • Very shortly after the Great Rift's opening, eighty-eight cohorts of Khorne's daemonic legions assaulted Terra itself on such a scale that even the gun batteries of the holy planet could not turn them back. The forces were finally repelled by a massive combined force of Primaris Marines, Custodians, and Sisters of Silence, all led by Guilliman. Khorne's rage at the failure was so great, he wholly obliterated the very essences of the eight Bloodthirsters who led the attack.
  • The forces of Chaos are not the only things who have been given hold on reality by the Great Rift... Across hundreds of planets in every corner of the fractured Imperium, when all hope seemed lost for the defenders, the Legion of the Damned appeared in previously unheard of numbers, delivering fiery punishment to the enemies of humanity. The Imperium needs all the help it can get, and the Damned Legionnaires are here to stay.
  • As the Astronomicon began to slightly pierce the darkness of the galactic maelstrom, the Lords of Terra learn just how unfathomable the losses that occurred during the Noctis Aeterna truly were. Slightly less than half of all Space Marine chapters could be accounted for, and twelve Chapter Planets were confirmed to be destroyed.
  • Guilliman begins his Indomitus Crusade, setting out in a path amongst the stars and saving countless worlds from the Imperium's foes.
  • Fighting between Imperial forces and the Orks on Armageddon remained, even during the Great Rift's creation. However, when the Noctis Aeterna came and both sides had their reinforcements cut off, the bitter foes were forced to turn their attentions toward invading forces of Khorne and Tzeentch, even being forced to briefly work side by side or simply seek cover when the powers of Chaos grew strongest. Once connection was reestablished with the planet, half had been entirely warped into a hellish daemon landscape. While the Orks and Guard resumed their fighting, elements of nine Space Marine Chapters arrived just in time to prevent the completion of a ritual that would have summoned Angron himself to Armageddon, ready to claim the world he had been denied in the past.
  • The conflict between the Blood Angels and Hive Fleet Leviathan continues in the Cryptus Sector, and it's not looking good for the sons of Sanguinius. Even with all the losses the Blood Angels had inflicted upon the Tyranids, their forces were still so massive that they blotted out the stars in the sky all around the system. Commander Dante and his forces are forced back to Baal, and even as many of the Blood Angels' successor Chapters arrive to help defend the Angels' homeworld, it's still not enough, and the Tyranids eventually force the small remainder of the Space Marines into their fortress monastery. As Dante prepared to make his last stand, the Great Rift cracked open, cutting off the ground forces of Leviathan from the remainder of their fleet's tendrils. Even with this, Dante knew he had no chance of victory, as there were enough 'nids to wipe out his forces a hundred times over, and he was forced into a desperate last stand. However, right before all was lost, the stars reappeared, and Guilliman's forces descended from the heavens, absolutely ******* annihilating the remaining Tyranids after a long series of battles. The remainder of the Hive Fleet's tendrils in the sector had entirely vanished, piles of Tyranid skulls on Baal's remaining moon suggesting they had been destroyed by the forces of the Blood Angels' ancient nemesis, the Bloodthirster Ka'Bandha.
  • A new plague suddenly appears in the Ultima Segmentum, seemingly a new strain of the Plague That Walks (Nurgle's zombie virus). Destroying the reanimated corpses does little to help, as they simply burst into tides of Nurglings that continue to spread the disease. As Hive Worlds fell, Chaos Cults came out of hiding, fighting alongside the zombies and summoning even more reinforcements forth from the Warp. More and more sectors succumbing to Nurgle's power, Mortarion himself eventually leads an assault on Ultramar. During the siege, Guilliman returns, turning the tide in the Ultramarines' favor by killing the Great Unclean One known as Septicus and banishing his forces. At the garden world of Iax, Guilliman confronts his corrupted brother, and the two battle in a brutal deadlock. Suddenly, Mortarion and all his forces mysteriously withdraw from the system under cover of a virus bombing. This is likely the battle that is represented in the Dark Imperium box set.
  • A single passage through the Great Rift is discovered, located near the Eye of Terror, and guarded by the forces of a Renegade Knight Household not seen since the Heresy. Travel through this solitary gateway is a crapshoot, for obvious reasons.
  • The Imperium fully realizes the scale of the waking nightmare they've found themselves in. With the nature of the Great Rift, defenses like shield worlds and bastion systems no longer exist. Every planet, Terra included, is on the omnipresent frontlines of war.
More to come.
 
Just bumping this, coming to put this out here that was commented on the feat that had the Tier 5 characters at Low 5-B.

Apparently, Lina is wondering what the context of the feat is here. He noted that if the star completely disappeared, it would be Star level instead which would actually boost the Tier 5's to Tier 4.

Though IDK if it's too much of a stretch to do that but i'll let y'all have your thoughts on that one. Especially Azzy once he's recovered well enough if he can check it out.
 
Reviving this thread.

I finally got my hand in the 8th Edition rulebooks and codexes.

And my god, is Dark Imperium a gigantic, super informative book.
 
I would hope so. Shouldn't be too hard.

First Key is same as other Primarchs. Second is "At least 4-B". In the Dark Imperium book, Guilliman also kills a Greater Daemon with powers over time with ease. Considering the state of the galaxy in the 42nd Millenium, that's impressive as ****.
 
A crack of thunder presaged the opening of a tear in realspace, and a heaving, gelatinous presence poured through, splashing into the broken clock. Long streams of it wrapped themselves around the workings, its touch turning them green and dull with decay even as it bound them together, remaking them and pulling them into a tall, detestable shape.
A black, oily skin formed over the clockwork and broken stone. The daemon rose up, gathering the stuff of the clock and the menhir into itself, and taking on humanoid form. Organs of whirring cogs sank into its chest. Ropey muscle moved under the shining black skin. Where the metal and stone showed in its form, they were corroded: brass and bronze becoming green, fused lumps, and the rock pitting, though it glowed brighter and brighter.
Forearms grew and grew, the fingers becoming long, backward-facing spikes, like the wings of a bat. A short powerful rear pair of legs burst from the back of the mass. Huge shoulders grew in seconds, unnatural bones cracking as they grew at pace.
With a lurching flop, the clock-daemon lurched forwards. For a head, it had the eyeless skull of an equid left long in the forest, green and grey, the honeycomb of its dead marrow showing where the outer layer had failed. It walked hunched over on the knuckles of its elongated fingers, though it had no wing membranes to join them. Indeed, it appeared half finished overall. As it moved its oily surface dulled, becoming leathery, rotting skin. A choking miasma of decay filled the cathedral.
The wind died.
'Back, daemon!' shouted Guilliman. He raised his sword.
'I am Qaramar of the Lost Second,' said a rasping, hideous voice that came from nowhere and everywhere. 'Last Watcher of the Last Moment. Fifth in Nurgle's favour. I cannot be killed. I have seen the end of time. I will be there when the final atomic motion of this hateful realm decays into blessed entropy, and Chaos will be born anew. I am sent here to be your executioner, anathema's get.'
'It's a trap!' yelled Tigurius. He raised his hand, and blazed out a fork of warp lightning.
'Take it down!' yelled Colquan.
All at once, the primarch's party attacked. Bolts hammered into the daemon's unnatural body. Psychic power washed at it.
The daemon marched forwards, its spirit still knitting matter into its false body. The temperature plummeted as it sucked the energy from reality around it. Bullets disappeared like pebbles dropping into water, sending out ripples in the air and nothing more. The thing tossed its head. A stinking mane that looked like rags of seaweed flicked out around its bare skull, and the lightning and fire of the Librarians was turned aside, blasting into the cathedral. It stomped forwards, growing larger as it moved. Now its skin was full of holes, and ribs gleamed beneath; a moment later, it was smooth and supple, untouched by time. As it stalked forwards, like a dragon from ancient legend, it aged and died, aged and died, over and over, though its mismatched skull remained the same throughout and the stink remained, whether its state was flush with youth or ripe with rot.
Qaramar snickered. 'You cannot harm me. I am the end of time. I am the last moment of decay.'
It bent its long head low to the ground and drew in a breath that sucked the warriors of the Imperium towards its razor-toothed maw. Then it blew out, so hard they were bowled over, and aegis hoods exploded around the heads of a few of the lesser Librarians. They died, consumed by their own power, their souls burning up as hot white stab-fires blazed from their eye sockets. Mucous blasted from Qaramar's mouth, a mist filled with gobbets of diseased offal, maggots and all manner of foulness. Where it hit armour, metal rotted, and where it melted its way through to flesh, warriors fell. Where it hit stone, it slid and gathered, taking on the shapes of diseased, pot-bellied mortals. All around the cathedral, plaguebearers rose up, already counting their infernal count before they had fully manifested.
Qaramar rose onto its muscular hindlimbs, and spread its membraneless wings wide.
'Fear me, for I am the rot-drake, the foul catcher, the master of last moments. I am the death of time!' it said. 'And I am mighty.'
Qaramar attacked.
The cathedral became a battlefield where men and women struggled to survive. The fog given off by the daemon corroded breathing apparatus, poured down throats and attacked lungs. The enhanced warriors of the Adeptus Astartes and the Adeptus Custodes struggled on, their mighty bodies fighting against the poison, but even their multi-lungs were no guarantee of survival. Several of the Victrix Guard, the cream of Ultramar, fell to Qaramar's pestilence.
The Sisters of Silence attacked it, blades swinging. Their soulless auras perturbed the existence of the daemon, but it swatted them back, or snapped them up in its massive horse's maw, sheering them in two between scissor teeth. The Custodians charged in, swinging their guardian spears, but they were swept aside by a swipe of the creature's wing-limbs, and one of their mighty company died before Guilliman ordered them to disengage.
'Enough! This beast is beyond you. Fall back, I command you! I will fight it!' His sword flaring with fire, Guilliman stepped closer. Qaramar swung its heavy head around to face the primarch.
'You will die. Your bodyguard will die. All things die before Qaramar the Last, the Lifeless, the Never-Living!'
It bounded forwards, the bones of its useless wings clacked against one another. It knocked the Adeptus Custodes aside, crushing one underneath a massive hind claw.
The power of the enemy was immense. Its very presence scrabbled at Guilliman's soul, threatening to shred the edges and tear pieces away. It roared out a torrent of filth at the primarch; he raised his sword, and its bile evaporated on the blade's fires.
'I have slain many like you,' said Guilliman.
'There are none like me,' said Qaramar.
'There are none like me either.'
Qaramar swung its finger bones like swords, slashing down hard at the primarch. Guilliman parried one hand, dodging the other. The Sword of the Emperor blazed white hot as it connected with the daemon's skin. But though the sword's touch alone was death to most daemons, it was not enough to harm the Last Watcher. Guilliman was forced back by the dragon-thing's onslaught. Custodians leapt to his side, their weapons swinging in perfect synchronicity with one another. They cut it many times, but the wounds closed as Qaramar aged and grew young in constant cycle, and the Custodians were always swept away by vicious sweeps of the thing's wings, leaving Guilliman to battle it alone. As Qaramar fought, the wing fingers trailed shadow that coalesced into ragged skin. A livid growth of flesh crept up from the base of its equid's skull, cladding it in raw, pulsing muscle.
'With every death, I grow stronger,' it said. 'With every soul I grow greater. At the end of time, I hold all the dead in me, and so none are mightier than I.'
'This is not the end of time,' said Guilliman. And he struck.
The Sword of the Emperor swung true, flames rushing from its edge like a banner. Qaramar whipped back its materialising wing too slowly. With crackle of power, the sword cleaved off the tip of Qaramar's littlest elongated finger. Qaramar screeched so loudly part of the cathedral wall tumbled down, crushing Space Marines and daemons alike. The severed digit tip skidded up against a pillar, and boiled away to nothing.
Beneath his helmet, Guilliman smiled with savage triumph. 'This is the Sword of the Emperor, the great foe of Chaos. It has laid low thousands of your kind. You shall be but an addition to the tally.'
Roaring horribly, Qaramar struck down. Guilliman parried one-handed. Though shaken by the impact, he recovered quickly, raising the Hand of Dominion and raking the side of the creature with bolt fire. Rotten skin blew out in showers of gore, and when Qaramar cycled back to his youthful state, the wounds remained.
'Impossible!' it hissed.
'I am the light of the Imperium. The Imperial Regent. I was made by the Emperor, and He watches over me now. I shall be your downfall, daemon, not you mine.'
 
so you finifhes the book i gave you @Matt? if so, we are on the same boat, i finally got to see Typhus in a novel!! and....it was a cameo at best, still cool thought

@Az buddy, brother...i know this will be OOT because this is Warhammer 40k and all but, you ever wanted to read the Archaon Everchosen duology? i have it both physical and digital (that last one thought....i need to see the page if it is still alive) because i always wanted to discuss about Archaon's personality compared to Abaddon, is that too much to ask? maybe in FF?
 
@Matt

You know, when I think Great Unclean One, I don't instantly think "decaying winged clock man with a horse head", but I'm diggin' it.

Also, would that be Big E's sword negging regen, I see?

@Morkar

I would be interested, yeah.
 
Azathoth the Abyssal Idiot said:
@Matt
You know, when I think Great Unclean One, I don't instantly think "decaying winged clock man with a horse head", but I'm diggin' it.

Also, would that be Big E's sword negging regen, I see?

@Morkar

I would be interested, yeah.
here or FF? i would love to discuss how they contrast each other, do you own Talon of Horus?
 
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