Warhammer 40K accepted feats, quotes and statements

[RavenSupreme]

Seeing as the Warhammer 40K franchise threads are persisting this thread is intened to collect the different quotes, feats and statement in the official lore we use to determine tiers and scaling.

Please only post accepted fluff which we actually use to referr to on the character and verse page.

If you want to revise a character due to a new quote, statement and feat open a separate thread, after revision and acceptance, the quotes will then be added here.

Please give a rough overview to what the quote refers and to which characters it scales when posting it, as well as an accurate source and the thread where we agree over the acceptance.

Keep in mind that as the canon changes, certain things will be replaced.

 

[Azathoth_the_Abyssal_Idiot]

Note: Here are several discussion relevant to these quotes. Speed discussioChaos Gods tier discussioDaemon Primarch discussio*A Space Marine analyzing multiple advanced tactical protocols within nanoseconds. Relevant to the combat and reaction speed of characters.

"'I have little idea,' Cestus confessed, staring into the viewscreen, analysing and appraising tactical protocols in nanoseconds as he considered Kaminska's question."

• A Space Marine sees an unrecognized foe, and in under a nanosecond, plays out and analyzes the situation and its consequences before drawing his bolter. Relevant to the combat and reaction speed of characters.

"The Word Bearer is almost unrecognisable. For a nanosecond, the figure registers to Luciel as an unknown, a threat. Transhuman responses are already there, unbidden. Adrenaline spikes to heighten an already formidable reaction time. Muscle remembers. Luciel wears his boltgun, an oiled black pit bull of a weapon, in his thigh holster. He can draw, aim and fire in less than a second. The range is six metres, the target unobstructed. There is no chance of missing. Maximus plate, frontally augmented, might stop a mass-reactive shell, so Luciel will fire two and aim for the visor slits. The airgate skin-sleeve is self-repairing, and will survive las-fire damage, but a bolter shot will shred it open, so Luciel also braces for the explosive decompression of a ricochet or a miss-hit. At a simple, subconscious neural urge, boot-sole electromagnets charge to clamp onto the deck plates. He can make a clean kill headshot in less than a second and a half, two rounds for kill insurance, and probably protect the atmospheric integrity of the airgate. All this, all this decided, unbidden, instinctive, in less than a nanosecond."

• A Space Marine watches bolter fire in slow motion. Relevant to the combat and reaction speed of characters.

"Gabriel squeezed a couple of shells out of his bolter and watched the little contrails that poured out behind them, as though in slow motion. They spun through the thick, gaseous air and then slipped through a gap in the lava flow, punching into the kaleidoscope of reflections beyond."

• Kharn mutilates some of Chapter Master Azrael's best Dark Angels. Relevant to Kharn's combat and reaction speed.

"The three Dark Angels did not know what was happening until it was too late. Pinned down by Black Legionnaires in defensible positions further along the corridor, they had taken to alcoves and doorways, slowly advancing from cover point to cover point, exchanging fire as they went. The roar of a chainaxe from behind them drew their attention. Two halves of the green-armoured figure fell wetly to the ground, his bolter discharging wildly in a spasming hand. One of the stray shots struck Khârn in the hip but he did not falter, swinging Gorechild around again and liberating another Dark Angel of his head. The third Space Marine, unhelmeted and in the livery of a sergeant, pulled his chainsword free of its scabbard. Khârn reacted quickest, severing the Dark Angel's arm at the wrist, sending both fist and sword tumbling to the deck. His next swipe tore up through the stricken Space Marine's torso, opening him up to the chest before one final blow claimed his head.Khârn was already advancing along the corridor before the corpse hit the floor."

• Kharn resists the control of a Keeper of Secrets before using his axe to eat its soul. Relevant to Kharn's powers and abilities.

The Betrayer advanced upon the throne. It pulsed enticingly before him. Within its multiple facets he thought he saw the face of a beautiful woman, the most beautiful he head ever seen ― and the most evil. Her hair was long and golden, and her eyes were blue. Her lips were full and red and the small, white fangs that protruded from her mouth in no way marred her perfection. She looked at Kh├órn beseechingly, and he knew at once he was face to face with the Daemon trapped within the Heart of Desire.Welcome, Kh├órn, a seductive voice said within his head. I knew you would triumph. I knew you would be the conqueror. I knew you would be my new master.The voice was thrilling. By comparison, the cult leader's voice had been but a pale echo. But the voice was also deceptive. Proud as he was, mighty as he knew himself to be, Kh├órn knew that no man could truly be the master of a daemon, not even a fallen Space Marine like himself. He knew that his soul was once more in peril, that he should do something. But yet again, he found himself enthralled by the persuasiveness of a Slaanesh worshipper's voice. Be seated! Become the new ruler of this world, then go forth and blast those meddlesome interlopers from the face of your planet.Kh├órn fought to hold himself steady while the throne pulsed hypnotically before him, and the smell of heavy musk filled his nostrils. He knew that once he sat he would be trapped, just as the daemon was trapped. He would become a slave to the thing imprisoned within the throne. His will would be drained and he would be a decadent and effete shadow of the Kh├órn he had once been. Yet his limbs began to move almost of their own accord, his feet slowly but surely carrying him towards the throne.Once more, visions of an eternity of corrupt pleasure danced in Kh├órn's mind. Once more he saw himself indulging in every excess. The daemon promised him every ecstasy imaginable and it was well within its power to grant such pleasures. He knew it would be a simple thing for him to triumph on its behalf. All he had to do was step outside and announce that he had destroyed the Heart of Desire. He was Kh├órn. He would be believed, and after that it would be a simple matter to lure the Khorne worshipers to ecstatic service or joyful destruction. And did they not deserve it? Already he was known as the Betrayer, when all he had done was be more loyal to his god than the spineless weaklings he had slaughtered. And with that the daemon's voice fell silent and the visions stopped, as if the thing in the throne had realized its mistake, but too late.For Kh├órn was loyal to Khorne and there was only room for that one thing within his savage heart. He had betrayed and killed his comrades in the World Eaters because they had not remained true to Khorne's ideals and would have fled from the field of battle without either conquering or being destroyed. The reminder gave him strength. He turned and looked back at the room. The reek of blood and dismembered bodies filled his nostrils like perfume. He remembered the joy of the combat. The thrill of overcoming his former comrades. He looked out on a room filled with corpses and a floor carpeted with blood. He was the only living thing here and he had made it so. He realized that, compared to this pleasure, this sense of conquest and victory, what the daemon offered was only a pale shadow. Kh├órn turned and brought Gorechild smashing down upon the foul throne. His axe howled thirstily as it drank deep of the ancient and corrupt soul imprisoned within.

Will post more, soon.

 

[Azathoth_the_Abyssal_Idiot]

• Angron beats the everloving crap out of Kharn. Relevant to the speed of the Primarchs.

"He exhaled, and took another step into the room. For a moment he thought he could hear movement, the padding of feet, a rush of air that felt like breath before everything splintered and whirled and he crashed into a pillared wall to land hard on his back, gasping in pain. By the time the gasp had entered his lungs, reflex had taken over and he was up on one knee, turning to put his broken right arm and shoulder to the wall and holding and tensing his left arm ready to ward as he scanned for motion, eyes sifting the gloom, pushing into infrared to see the hulking shape hurtling forwards to fill his vision— Will overrode reflex, and with an iron effort Kh├órn forced his hand towards his side. Then he was skittering on his back across the floor, breath hammered out of his lungs and cracked clavicle flaring. Unthinkingly he drew his knees to his chest, turned the skidding tumble into a backwards roll. Training, determination and Astartes neural wiring let him shunt the pain to the back of his mind as he came up into a combat crouch. Then will took over again, and Kh├órn made himself stand upright and placed his hands by his sides. He looked back and found the spot where he had rested a moment ago, but the floor was empty, no shape or heat-trace. Was this how it was for the others? He caught himself wondering, and stopped thinking about it when the lapse in concentration started him swaying on the spot. He focused, half-heard movement closing in behind him and opened his mouth to speak, and a moment later was jerked up from the floor, the back of his head and neck in the grip of a hand that felt bigger and harder than a Dreadnaught's rubble-claw. Will, will over instinct: Kh├órn stopped himself from kicking backwards, trying to wrench free."

• The Emperor curbstomps some giant Orks faster than Horus, a Primarch, can properly follow. Relevant to the speed of the Emperor.

"The Emperor was amongst them. His sword was a bluesteel shimmer, too fast to follow with the naked eye. He moved through the orks without seeming to move at all, simply existing at one point to kill before appearing elsewhere to reap greenskin lives by the score. Each blow struck with the force of an artillery impact, and shattered bodies flew from his sword as though hurled aside by a bomb blast. Nor was his sword the Emperor's only weapon. His outstretched gauntlet blazed with white-gold fire, and whatever the flames touched disappeared in explosions of red cinders and ash. He battered orks to bonelessness with bludgeoning blows, he crushed them with invisible coils of force and he repelled their gunfire with thoughts that turned their rounds to smoke.They came at him in their hundreds, like iron filings to the most powerful magnet, knowing they would never find another foe so deserving of their rage. The Emperor killed them all, unstoppable in his purity of purpose. A crusade of billions distilled in one numinous being. Horus had fought alongside the Emperor for well over a century, but the sight of his father in battle still had the power to awe him. This was war perfected. Fulgrim could live a thousand lifetimes and never achieve anything so wondrous."

 

[Azathoth_the_Abyssal_Idiot]

• Warp-realspace overlaps are 12-dimensional events. Relevant to the tier of the Chaos Gods.

"Rugolo slumped in despair. For his own part Calliden felt too numbed to pray. So this was the end! He cursed himself for having listened to the fake Rogue Trader, someone with the stamp of failure written all over him. Miserable as his life was before, at least it was life. While these thoughts went through his mind he noted that the environment open to his warp eye was again changing, becoming even more difficult to apprehend. A warp-realspace overlap! To the eight dimensions of the warp were added the four dimensions of ordinary space! Twelve dimensions in all! Impossible even for a trained navigator! Could the entities of the warp understand such an environment? If so, they had intellectual powers far exceeding the human. It was far too complicated for Calliden to grasp. He whimpered, eyes rolling in his head, and gave up trying to interpret it. The great loom-like scheme surrounding him collapsed."

• Tzeentch's domain is at least 9-dimensional. Relevant to the tier of the Chaos Gods.

"Of all the outlandish landscapes in the Warp, Tzeentch's domain is the most bizarre and incomprehensible. His realm is woven from the raw fabric of magic. The Crystal Labyrinth, as it is known, sits upon an immense iridescent plateau, its presence felt across all of the Daemonic realms. Shifting avenues made from crystals of every colour criss-cross Tzeentch's realm as it contorts through nine dimensions, at once."

• The Warp's true nature is possibly completely dimensionless and unbound by all laws. Please note this is only a possibility and is yet to be completely proven. Possibly relevant to the tier of the Chaos Gods.

"The Warp has no physical dimensions and the Realm of Chaos is without limits or true geography."

• Tzeentch knows everything which anyone has ever thought. EVER. Relevant to Tzeentch's intelligence.

"The Hidden Library is infinite in dimension and constantly folds in upon itself under the weight of its own density. It contains every scrap of knowledge, every thought of every creature across space and time. The books, parchments and scrolls that line its ever-folding walls are bound with chains of magical fire; row upon row, shelf upon shelf, stretching into the imponderable recesses of Tzeentch's lair."

 

[Azathoth_the_Abyssal_Idiot]

• In the Warp, powerful Daemons such as Magnus are multiversal with stray thoughts. Relevant to the tier of Daemon Primarchs and other beings of their level within the Warp.

"Here in the Great Ocean, he could be whatever he wanted to be; nothing was forbidden and anything was possible. Worlds flashed past him as he hurtled through the swelling tides of colour, light and dimensions without name. The roiling chaos of the aether was a playground for titanic forces, where entire universes could be created and destroyed with a random thought. How many trillions of potential lives were birthed and snuffed out just by thinking such things?"

• It is pretty much impossible to actually fight daemonic forces by conventional means. Relevant to the durability and immortality of any daemonic characters.

"A daemonic invasion is all but impossible to stop by conventional means, for the very act of warring against Daemons feeds their power with fear and hatred. Only the closing of the rift can deprive the Daemons of their power. Often, there is nothing that can be done but battle against the incursion until the Warp rift runs its course. Battles fought against a daemonic incursion are utterly different than those against mortal foes, for defensive structures and garrisons have little to no effect. To wage war against invading daemonic hosts, an army must be ready to respond to the most sudden appearances of its adversaries."

• Beings of the Warp can't be harmed or truly killed by any normal means. Relevant to the durability of daemonic characters.

"Though it may appear to be made of normal matter when it materialises in the real universe, a Daemon's form is no more physical than it is in the Realm of Chaos. In fact, they are beings of pure Warp energy given shape and depth. When manifested in the material universe, Daemons have particular invulnerabilities and weaknesses, as well as many strange powers derived from their Warp-born nature. Slaying a Daemon's physical projection does not kill it, but only severs its presence in reality; its true essence in the Warp remains unharmed."

 

[Azathoth_the_Abyssal_Idiot]

• A space marine slaps a bolt away at point blank range, though this has consequences. Keep in mind that for a space marine, losing a hand isn't too big of a deal, as they can always grow it back. Relevant to space marine speed.

"The sorcerer stood at the edge of the marble disc, aiming a bolt pistol. He fired from almost point-blank range. Sabtah had no choice. He slapped the round away. His left hand exploded in a concentric swirl of blood and armour fragments."

• A marine survives being sliced in half. Relevant to space marine durability and stamina.

"The Librarian hurled himself to the side just as the creature lunged into the squad's midst with the force of a runaway train. With a shout, Zahariel spun to face the beast as the queen gathered herself together like a coiling spring and lashed out again, this time catching Gideon and two of the corpses in its wide mandibles. The curved pincers snapped shut like a giant scissors. The two corpses were bisected at once; Gideon's armour resisted a half-second longer before giving way as well.

A bolt pistol barked; Gideon, lying in a pool of his own blood, had reloaded his weapon and was snapping careful shots at the worm's eyes. Two burst apart in a shower of ichor, causing the queen to thrash and shriek in pain, but the wounds didn't seem to slow the creature in the slightest.

'What of Brother Gideon?' Zahariel asked.

'Comatose. His armour is keeping his vital signs stable enough that we should be able to get him back to Aldurukh.'"

 

[Azathoth_the_Abyssal_Idiot]

• Space Marine power armor stops heavy bolter fire. Relevant to Space Marine durability.

"Kohl and Ephrial exchanged fire with them, dropping several with well-aimed shots. A burst of heavy bolter fire answered them, stitching the two Astartes with a stream of shells. Both warriors staggered beneath the hits, but their armour turned aside the blows."

• Heavy bolter fire can do this.

"Brother Vardus opened fire a second later, raking the rear Testudo with an extended burst of heavy bolter fire. The mass-reactive rounds exploded against the APC's armoured hide and gouged craters in its solid tyres. Here and there the rounds found a seam in the armour plates and penetrated into the APC, wreaking bloody havoc on the men crammed within. The Testudo lurched to a stop, smoke pouring from the holes punched in its side."

• And this is what even a regular bolter can do.

"With a small movement, the warrior raised the barrel of his bolter and shot the Governor at point-blank range, blasting his body apart."

 

[Azathoth_the_Abyssal_Idiot]

• A marine falls for kilometers then hits the ground. This is all it does. Relevant to space marine durability.

His cheek was wet, and he could feel fluid pooling. Rafen blinked, scanning the visible glyphs across the line of his field of vision. His helmet had been damaged, along with some of the actuators in his legs, but the cowl of ceramite and steel that surrounded him had taken the brunt of the crash. He took stock of himself, feeling for injuries. Some minor breaks in his bones, contusions and the like, things that would have been deadly to a common human but little more than an irritant to a Space Marine."

• A marine delivers a casual backhand to a human. Relevant to space marine AP.

"Ragnar smiled and casually backhanded his attacker. Teeth flew everywhere and bones broke as his foe was thrown across the room."

 

[RavenSupreme]

aza i appreaciate all your quotes but can you also bring the discussions where they were used? like stated in the op?

 

[Azathoth_the_Abyssal_Idiot]

Sorry, had to rush out the door after writing those. I have made a few edits and added links to content revision discussions.

 

[Azathoth_the_Abyssal_Idiot]

• The Emperor's consciousness wanders through the Warp, beating the shit out of Daemons and keeping the Chaos Gods from entering reality. Relevant to the Emperor's tier in the Warp.

"His immense psychic powers envelop and protect Mankind across the entire galaxy. His consciousness wanders through Warp space, warring against the Daemons that inhabit it, keeping closed the doors between this world and the next.


If the Emperor fails then the Daemons of Chaos will flood into the galaxy. Every living human will become a gateway for the destruction of Mankind and the stuff of Warp space will submerge the galaxy. There will be no physical matter. No space. No time. Only Chaos."

• Totally forgot about this. Some no-name Tzeentch daemons blow up a couple of suns. I'm serious. Relevant to...I don't even know.

"Daemonic servants of Tzeentch create Warp rifts inside each of the twin suns of Haark. Soon, the leering faces upon the stars drive the entire population of the system insane, but the Daemons' incessant bickering triggers a duel-nova event. With the fate of the system now measured in hours, the Black Consuls Chapter send in Strike Force Ultra Varnor to recover sacred relics from the time of their founding. Captain Varnor and his brothers brave both Daemons and madmen in the burning cities of Haark to collect the relics, narrowly escaping into the void only moments before the stars die spectacularly."

 

[RavenSupreme]

can you find more information on the last quote and how it fits the current accepted lore?

 

[Azathoth_the_Abyssal_Idiot]

As far as I can tell, it's from the lore that comes with Strike Force Ultra, so currently, it is very much canon.

 

[RavenSupreme]

To Raldoron's surprise, Sanguinius took a few steps after the phantom. 'Meros?' he said, and his words were low so that they would not carry. 'If you hear this, know my oath. I swear upon the Legion, whose honour you have upheld, that your noble sacrifice will be repaid. You will not end in silence.' The fire-wreathed form did not acknowledge him. It stepped off the edge of the floor, and crimson wings of arcane lightning flashed from its back. Raldoron heard a throaty, bass rumble from beneath them that grew until it was as loud as the world breaking open. An inferno of warp energies fumed with volcanic force, swallowing up the body of the transformed warrior. Sanguinius spun to put his back to it, spreading his wings wide to shield the bodies of his legionaries from the punishing wall of hellfire. An instinct screamed in Raldoron's thoughts ― a sense buried deep in the core of his brain, something that stemmed back millions of years to the most basic element of the human psyche. He bellowed out a command to the legionaries. 'Turn away! Do not look upon the fires, brothers! Turn away!' Horrors untold and unfathomable in word or thought screamed and cursed the Blood Angels as their last foothold on Signus Prime was broken. The upper storeys of the temple's thick conical tower were blown to pieces as a seething globe of raw warp-fire tore free of the surface of the planet. Broken fragments of bone scattered wide, tumbling from the sky in an obscene rain. The warp-mass lost its grip on the material universe and was dragged shrieking through the sky, searing the ash clouds, breaking through the thin membrane of atmosphere and accelerating. It consumed great gulps of wreckage from the death belts in low orbit, and the surviving ships of the Blood Angels flotilla burned hard and fast to get out of its path, many of them becoming the battle's last victims as their ships reacted too slowly to avoid obliteration. The swirling sphere of immaterial witch-fire lost cohesion and, like a dying, drowning man striking out with mad violence as death encroached, it clawed at the planets and suns of the Signus Cluster, ripping at their surfaces and sucking in matter. But it could not hold. This time the psychic scream was suffocated and a brief supernova blossomed before the fire bled out into embers and at last, nothingness. Slowly, tentatively, the veil of shadow that had engulfed the full span of the star system broke apart, dissipating like a storm before the wind. There, up on the surface, standing in the ruins of the broken tower, Raldoron looked up into a sky where there were no clouds. Little by little, in the black above them, the stars that had been blinded returned their light to look down upon Signus Prime once again. Cassiel was the first to speak. 'Is it over now?' Sanguinius spared him a look. He shook his head.

1: Collected Visions pg.265-266

2: Fear to Tread (Novel), by James Swallow

2a: Chapter 18, pg. 445-450

2b: Chapter 19, pg. 465-483

2c: Epilogue, pg. 505-508

3: Vengeful Spirit Chapter 23.

Star to Solar System level. Red Angel Demonhost -> scales to Sanguinus and the Primarchs, furthermore soldifying their

5-4 Tier