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Tormented wrote:I laugh if the Golden throne fails that its like a massive plasma reaction and causes Terra to explode...

I thought you were a stalwart supporter of the Imperium? Please, no more useless drivel thanks :p lol


• The Firechild locates the origin of its quarry: a planetoid whose northern pole has broken and left an enormous crater in the world’s surface. The Crater itself is enormous, spanning at least a third of the world’s total mass. Within its cavernous form are vast volcanoes, lava flows and great walls of flaming, chocking cloud.


• The signal that the Firechild has been pursuing appears to be coming from deep within the crater, near the molten core of the planet.


• The Crater is too violent for the Firechild to descend into, so He’stan arranges to descend to the planet aboard a single Thunderhawk. When the captain of the ship offers to arrange a defence team to go with him, He’stan declines and decides to go alone.


• The Thunderhawk descends into the massive crater, and almost instantly its instruments register intense, almost abnormal heat and tectonic activity. Peering from the armoured glass, He’stan can see huge statues and carvings in the walls and chasms of the crater itself. Some depict vicious daemons and wyrms, others armoured giants and valiant, sword wielding angels. One particular sculpture catches He’stans eyes: a vast giant, clothed in colossal armour wreathed in thunderbolts and twin-headed eagles.


• Descent into the core takes a day and a night, and He’stan is plagued by whispers and half-seen visions. He is certain he can see a form flitting through the fires and smoke. This is of course impossible as the Thunderhawk itself is having problems dealing with the extreme heat let alone a living being.


• Eventually, the Thunderhawks sensors detect a vast structure built upon a huge mesa. The structure is unbelievably massive, carved from the rocks and metals of the planet itself. The entrance to the monolithic building is carved into the aspect of a snarling lizard. He’stan also detects a peculiar drop in temperature as he approaches the structure.


• The Thunderhawk touches down at the citadels entrance, and He’stan approaches on foot. Whilst the temperature is still high, it is well below fatal, much to He’stans confusion. He approaches the serpentine entrance, his weapons drawn.


• Inside the temple, He’stan is astounded at its beauty and craftsmanship. The walls are carved from obsidian, with intricate flowing text chiselled with care onto every surface. Vast statues of dragons, angels and armoured giants adorn the vast corridors, and enormous blazing torches illuminate the edifice. Despite being near the core of the planet, the temperature is cool, and the air is pure and clean. He’stan follows the vast main corridor to a huge golden door.


• The breath catches in He’stans throat. The Golden Door is wondrously made, but is adorned with archaic symbols and serpentine daemonic images. Although He’stan detects no taint in this place, it must surely be a hovel of the Dark Gods. How else could it exist in this hellish domain? He decides to enter, discover the location of the signal and purge the temple of any corruption. With visible effort, He’stan pushes opens the door and enters the vast, dark chamber behind it.


• The chamber is a vast dome, unnaturally cool, and although He’stan can see no means of illumination he has no problem discerning the features of this new place. It is devoid of almost any physical embellishments, the walls are smooth and a deep blue, the floor is a vast mosaic depicting several intersecting circles and interlocking symbols. However, all of He’stans attention is locked on the figure at the centre of the room, who stands immobile and facing him.


• The figure is a giant. Swathed in a deep emerald cloak with a cavernous hood. Faint smoke trails rise from within the hood; its entire body is covered by the cloak which trails along the ground behind it. The figure inclines its head toward He’stan.


• “Speak!” booms the figure, its voice more akin to continents colliding than actual speech, “who enters the Black Palace”

• He’stan is momentarily taken aback by the figures voice, but quickly regains his composure. He speaks loud and intensely: “I am Vulkan He’stan, Forge-Father of the Salamanders Astartes, warrior of the Emperors XVIII Legion and Proud son of the Primarch Vulkan. I command you to…”

• Terrible laughter fills the dome, cutting off He’stan. The Figure paces slowly toward He’stan, each step the sound of hammers striking iron. “You command me, little man?” asks the voice, its tone drenched in malice “who are you to command me. I am the wielder of flame, the master of the core. Look upon my works and despair”

• The figure raises his arms and the cloak opens to reveal his terrible visage. Where his hands should have been, instead there are vast talons which glint warmly in the light. His body is covered in scaled armour, and his feet end in vast bladed claws. However, his most horrifying aspect is his face. Lowering his hood, the figure reveals a metallic, reptilian visage: its mouth is full of bladed fangs, its eyes red hateful slits. Crowning its head are long metallic horns, and smoke drifts from its flared nostrils. It gestures towards He’stan and laughs cruelly “Look upon the face of the creature that will break you little man” and lunges toward He’stan, its claws spread wide.

Wow, great again tho I fear the worst, I think the giant Daemon Lizard is....dare I say Vulcan. Perhaps he felt abandon after drop site massacre and turned Chaos. Im probably just jumping ahead of myself but awesome stuff cant wait for more

I wonder what the Cadians found in the Stasis tomb under Cadia that was mentioned ages ago.

Must say it's looking good Lord Seanron!

And sorry that my righteous (although faithful) drivel nearly got this thread locked.

Duh, evil lizard daemon dude is the last C'tan - the Jackal (but more of a basilisk than a Jackal, but you can't complain. He IS a god (if i'm right)).

Or a Lizardman that snuck in from the fantasy world and found some plutonium...


Keep up the good work!!

And vulkan fires his heavy flamer and misses. But wait, its twin linked!!! and the lizard runs away cause vulkan is OP!!


Hehe, keep up the good work oh master of suspense Seanron.

• Vulcan has little time to parry the monstrosity’s first blow. He swings the Spear of Vulkan in a glittering arc, impacting with savage force into the Lizard-things talons. Metal upon Metal resounds around the chamber as the two figures trade blows. Vulcan feels his strength ebbing away, his genehanced body screaming in pain as he fights like never before. The creature is a whirlwind of death, its claws swing and slicing deep gouges into He’stans armour.


• Several times He’stan gets a stab with his spear through the Monsters defences, only to have it be repelled off the monsters hide. Several links from its scaled cloak are torn from it however, and underneath He’stan can make out dark, ocean-coloured armour and circuitry. Before he can capitalise on his attacks, the Beast grabs He’stan head in one of its huge talons and hurls him bodily across the chamber.


• He’stan lays barely moving, several bones in his body shatter, blood seeping from numerous wounds. The Spear of Vulkan lies across the chamber. The monster laughs again as it approaches his fallen form, “And here was I thinking you a worthy challenge. You are not fit to bear the name of your Father”


• He’stan raises his arm toward the creature, to which it laughs mockingly once again, “Fool, your weapons cannot hurt me, me the wielder of the Forging Flame”. He’stan grimly agrees and suddenly aims above the creature. He fires his flamer in a single explosive burst that impacts with the roof of the chamber. Several tons of rock cascade downwards, burying the creature in a makeshift tomb.


• He’stan rises slowly and painfully to his feet. He limps over to the Spear of Vulkan, and using it as a walking stick hobbles over to the pile of detritus. With a deep groan, and the sound of low mirth, the rocks rise up to reveal the figure once again. However he has changed.


• Where once there was a bestial visage, now is a gleaming emerald helm, sophisticated nano-machinery coating its surface. The scaled armour is in tatters and underneath is a vast suit of armour, intricately crafted with beautiful text tracing across its plates. The claws of the monster have retracted into vast armoured gauntlets, and now bear more resemblance to an Astartes, only on a much larger scale. The figure laughs at the previous events “Well met, son of Vulcan, you fight with your mind and not just your body. This is what it is to be an Astartes” He’stan is wary of this sudden change and shakily asks “who…who are you”


• The figure raises it arms and disengages the advanced-looking helm, steam spraying from the disengaged locks. Underneath is a proud, handsome face, incredibly pale and with eyes like flaming rubies. A finely trimmed beard adorns the face, and its black hair is swept into a long ponytail. Under one of its piercing eyes is a small black tattoo: a stylised Salamander, a sign that the individual has completed the Trials of Fire back on Nocturne. He’stan instantly falls to his knees before the being. The being places one mighty hand upon He’stans shoulder, and in a reassuring voice intones “Do now bow to me, my son, you stood before my rage and did not shirk from it, you truly are a son of Nocturne, you truly are one of my sons”. He’stan looks up, his eyes full of tears as he looks upon the face of his Father, the Primarch Vulkan.

Yay!

Excellent! For a half second I thought it was Omegon but of course the lack of Nocturne's radiation would have made him so pale...cunnin'!

I thought that too, I mean it took the people of Nocturne millenia to develop their blackened complexions due to the radiation. I suspect that Vulkan would be very pale, as he is a genetic descendent of the Emperor and didn't spend a comparitively long time on Nocturne. Plus, he has been in hiding for centuries

this is the best thing i have ever read

Might we have a story from where the orks run into alot of the s***storm that's now flying around the galaxy? Perhaps Nazgrel or the like? *prays to the fluff gods*

once again your story amazing would like to see more orks though

Wow its been ages since I last looked at this thread.
just had a good read through everything I've missed out on and your still doing an awesome job seanron!
Got to admit I'm a little scared of the necro-nid's though
and imagining that fight with Vulkan was pretty epic!
keep up the good work

Wow, yes it was Vulkan but he was just testing his boy, was worried he fell to chaos, Another Primarch in the fight for Mankind Awsome stuff still going strong, im dumbfounded as to why GW hasnt read this thread and asked you to start on a timline for the 42nd Millennium. You should really see about getting into there, or were going to be stuck in the 41st Millennium forever.

“All must whither, blue-thing, for nothing can stand long in the gaze of He Who Lingers. Too long have you filthy surface dwellers polluted our existence, corrupting the great bastion of time with your petty wars and henious birth-cries. We will purge you blue-thing, purge your friends and purge your enemies. Everything you know is but dust to us, and dust is how everything must end. We will do this now, and forever, for The Slah-Haii!”

Ha-Coheth, Nocturnal Lord of Hrud


Something big is coming guys

What about Alpha Legion what is the Alpharius other body doing.

Good job, all I got to say. Read the whole thing in one sitting and really enjoy it. You indeed covered most the points that where obvious and some that really made us think.

Sorry about bringing my fight to the worshippers of the corpse emperor here. Won't happen again

Awesome fluff as usual!
Any chance of my beloved chaos space marines in action?

I've decided to start a new project alongside this timeline (and my Avatar game) to conincide with this timeline...

Ladies & gents, I give you: THE HRUD ARMY LIST

I'm gonna stick the full list (when I get it working) onto the proposed rules section, but seeing as their based on the Hrud of this timeline, and cause I get very easily excited over new ideas, I'd stick it here. These are just the names and unit types, but more shall follow!!!

Hrud Army List


HQ:

• Nocturnal Lord (Warlord of Twilight)
• Tome Keeper (Arch Scrivener)
• Nomenclature
• Qah Umbra'Shii


Elites:

• Ku Chi Warriors
• Long Barrels
• Melanogaster
• Umbra Swarm


Troops:

• Nocturnal Warriors of Hrud
• Entropites
• Decaying Swarms


Fast Attack:

• Sca’lar
• Jitter

Heavy Support

• Altar of the Sla’Haii
• Heavy Artillery Teams
• Lor’entz

Dark Lord Seanron wrote:I've decided to start a new project alongside this timeline (and my Avatar game) to conincide with this timeline...

Ladies & gents, I give you: THE HRUD ARMY LIST

I'm gonna stick the full list (when I get it working) onto the proposed rules section, but seeing as their based on the Hrud of this timeline, and cause I get very easily excited over new ideas, I'd stick it here. These are just the names and unit types, but more shall follow!!!

Hrud Army List


HQ:

• Nocturnal Lord (Warlord of Twilight)
• Tome Keeper (Arch Scrivener)
• Nomenclature
• Qah Umbra'Shii


Elites:

• Ku Chi Warriors
• Long Barrels
• Melanogaster
• Umbra Swarm


Troops:

• Nocturnal Warriors of Hrud
• Entropites
• Decaying Swarms


Fast Attack:

• Sca’lar
• Jitter

Heavy Support

• Altar of the Sla’Haii
• Heavy Artillery Teams
• Lor’entz

Da boyz are going to smash ya rat boys cos orks was made for fightan and winning.

Coolness

as usual you dont disapoint and I for one am happy at this. I honestly can't wait for more so plsss keep it comming.

Have you ever thought about writing a short book on 40k?


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WHAT THE FRIK IS THE NEXT POST THYING I AM VERY SCARED!!!

Can't wait to see what happens to the Necrodermis Tyrannids

Are we ever going to see the continuation of this? Great fluff so far and I'd like to see more.

Amazing Fluff! By the way, are you planning to do Raven Guard, Iron Hands, Crimson Fists, Emporer's Children, and the Red Corsairs?

Able to have the remaining Soul Drinkers show the other astartes how to be a true hero to the people?

• The hostilities between the Necrons and the Tyranids are interesting in several respects.

1. The quest undertaken by the Void Dragon to unlock the Shadow of the Warp, and the frenzied attempts to assimilate Necrodermis by the Tyranids are terrifying mirror images of one another.


2. The Void Dragon wishes to unlock the secret of the Warp Shadow used by the Hive Mind. Its previous experiment (The Pariah Gene) was successful but only on a very limited scale. The Dragon never took into account mankind’s own base fear of things that are different, so the Pariah Gene never spread in numbers sufficient to its plans. Coupled with its millennia long imprisonment by the human Emperor, it needed to find a new way in which to defeat the Psy-species.


3. If the Dragon could artificially replicate the Shadow in the Warp and apply it to its ships and warriors, it would have an almost unstoppable horde, a terrifying army of soulless and soul-destroying warriors in which it could reap its ultimate reward.


4. Similarly with the Tyranids, they have always avoided the Necrons due to the state of Necron Worlds (generally a 0.5 – 0.7% of Biomass is found on Necron Worlds). However, splinter fleets have been sent into Necron Space with the sole purpose of assimilating Necrodermis. Mostly this is met with disaster as either the Necrons phase out if the battle isn’t going well, the Tyranids are destroyed by the cybernetic menace or the Tyranids successfully consume the Necrodermis only to have the nefarious mineral regenerate within them usually ending in a horrifically painful and messy death.


5. However, the sole Bioship (designated “Gorgon” in future records) that survived recent combat with the Necrons did successfully assimilate the Mineral. The Mineral, whilst similar to other metals, has an almost organic make-up at its core. It mimics organic processes but at a purely synthetic level. Essentially, Necrodermis functions like Organic Matter but at a much more efficient and high speed level, thus allowing Necrons the ability to heal grievous wounds in seconds. By successfully assimilating Necrodermis, Gorgon was able to heal its wounds and return to peak efficiency.


6. However, this assimilation comes at a price. The Bioship was not designed for such a task (the assimilation itself being a fluke) and is living on borrowed time. The Necrodermis is healing itself at an astonishing rate and will eventually overcome and nullify the Tyranid processes of the ship, in effect leaving it dead in the void. The Tyranids own processes are attempting to stave off the creep of the Necrodermis, so the two parts of the Bioship are literally tearing each other apart as each tries to assert its dominance. Gorgon’s primary mission is to locate its fellow hive ships and allow itself to be re-absorbed along with its Necrodermis biowork. Whilst it is having difficulty dealing with the new information itself, a Norn Queen or equivalent could process the new code and extract the beneficial portions to be filtered throughout the hive fleets.


7. There is one final fatal flaw, one that affects both the Dragon and The Gorgon: Necrodermis is a material that naturally affects warp presences and signatures, and in itself isn’t compatible with the Shadow In The Warp. The Dragons work is almost futile in the face of this fact, and The Gorgon no longer registers a warp signature, and so is all alone in the void…

Dang. Poor nids, all alone in an even more grim world than before. On the topic of Necrons now, what about hte Outsider? It could be a good Necron vs Tau/Marine story arc. Just a thought.