<![CDATA[Latest posts for the thread "Quote from Inquisition war about the Emperor "]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/31.page JForum - http://www.jforum.net Quote from Inquisition war about the Emperor NOTHING THAT SAFEGUARDS HUMANITY CAN BE EVIL, NOT EVEN THE MOST STRENUOUS INHUMANITY. IF THE HUMAN RACE FAILS, IT HAS FAILED FOREVER.

The Emperor's worldview in two sentences.

Here is the full quote if you want to see.



Time twisted.

Time shifted.

Time was, and was not.

An eerie silver power flowed through Jaq, as though he had invoked it by those words. The power used his mind as its conductor. He sensed how the time stream itself was being negated and annulled.

Some psykers of the highest level could distort time thus. Not Jaq, hitherto.

Never Jaq.

Yet now...

Was he possessed?

By no daemon, certainly. But by the shining path itself. To his senses that path now appeared to be the track of a phosphorescent arrow through twisted geometries. The arrow had accumulated a charge at its point until that point could transfix the fabric of time itself, pinning time temporarily like a moth with a needle through its spine...

‘Run, now!’ cried Jaq.

Did he and his abnormal family flit like hummingbirds which seem to flicker directly from one point in space to another, passing in and out of existence? Afterwards Jaq believed they must have darted thus – across the static, time-stopped Chamber of Glory, past the frozen Companions, and through the Titan Archway between the motionless menacing colossi. And still the lustrous arrow impaled the tissue of time.

THROBBING PIPES RIBBED the walls of the vast throne room beyond. The muscles of the room were thick power cables feeding stegosaurian engines. The air was spiked with crisp ozone and bitter myrrh, and ointmented with balmy, somewhat greasy fragrances. The holiest battle banners, icons and golden fetishes flanked the arena of dedication where psykers were soul-bound. Squads of Emperor’s Companions who guarded that vast hall, a mob of tech-priests ministering to the machinery, a gaudy Cardinal Palatinate and his entourage, a red-robed High Lord of Terra and his staff – not to mention great clusters of astropaths, chirurgeons, scholastics, battlemasters: all were motionless.

The immense, soaring, tube-ridged throne resembled some fossilised, metastasised sloth crafted by some mad master of the Adeptus Titanicus. And it seemed to Jaq, though he did not know whether what he saw was true, or mere delusion instilled by that same psyker-dream, that this enormous, sacred prosthetic device, more precious by far than any gold, framed the wizened, mummified face of the God-Emperor.

Who looked not; though he saw through eyes of the mind, saw far beyond his throne room and his palace and the solar system. Who breathed not; yet he lived more fiercely than any mortal, enduring a psychically supercharged life-in-death.

‘WE ARE CURIOUS,’ came a mighty, anguished thought which itself transcended time.

‘WE HAVE FOLLOWED YOUR INTRUSION INTO OUR SANCTUARY, OUR ANTRUM AND ADYTUM.’

‘My lord.’ Jaq sank to his knees. ‘I beg to report to you before I am destroyed. I may have uncovered a major conspiracy—’

‘THEN WE WILL STRIP YOUR SOUL BARE. RELAX, MORTAL MAN, OR YOU WILL SURELY DIE IN SUCH PAIN AS WE ALWAYS ENDURE.’

Jaq breathed deeply, slowly, stilling the panic that fluttered under his ribs like a trapped bird. He surrendered himself. A hurricane roared through his mind.

If the story that he had thought to relate were a tangled forest – and if each event in that story were a tree – then within moments all the leaves were stripped away from all of the trees, denuding them to bare wintry twigs, to a raw basic life without the foliage of memories.

He was drained of his story; that was sucked from him in a trice, all of those leaves whirling into the mind-maw of the Master. Jaq gagged. Jaq drooled.

He was an imbecile, less than an imbecile.

He was less than a new-born baby.

He neither knew where he was, nor who he was – nor what it even meant to be a someone.

The inquisitor sprawled. All that was known to his body was distress, the gurglings of the guts, breath and light. Light from afar.

ABRUPTLY, ALL MEMORY flooded back. On that instant, each leaf sprouted anew to recloak the forest of his life. ‘WE HAVE PUT BACK WHAT WE TOOK AND TASTED, INQUISITOR’

Trembling, Jaq regained his kneeling posture and wiped his lips and chin. The previous moments were a hideous limbo, unknowable, immeasurable. He was Jaq Draco again.

‘WE ARE MANY, INQUISITOR.’ The voice boomed in his mind almost gently – if gently was how an avalanche would sweep away a doomed village, if gently was how a scalpel might strip a life to the bare aching bones. ‘HOW ELSE COULD WE ADMINISTER OUR IMPERIUM—’

‘AS WELL AS WINNOW THE WARP—’

‘HOW ELSE?’

The Emperor’s mind-voice, if that truly was what it was, had dissociated into several voices, as if his great undying soul co-existed in fragments that barely hung together.

‘SO DOES THE HYDRA THREATEN US?’

‘IMPERILLING OUR GREAT AND AWFUL PLAN TO STEER HUMANITY?’

‘DID WE OURSELVES DEVISE THE HYDRA?’

‘PERHAPS IN A PART OF US, SINCE THIS HYDRA PROMISES A PATH?’

‘SURELY A MALEVOLENT PATH; FOR HOW COULD HUMANITY EVER FREE ITSELF?’

‘THEN WE MUST BE MALEVOLENT TOO. FOR WE HAVE EXPELLED OUR SENTIMENTALITY LONG AGO. HOW ELSE COULD WE HAVE ENDURED? HOW ELSE COULD WE HAVE IMPOSED OUR RULE?’

‘YET BY VIRTUE OF THAT WE ARE PURE AND UNCONTAMINATED BY WEAKNESS. WE ARE GRIM SALVATION.'

Beside Jaq, the squat twitched as if he had heard himself named. At that moment did the voice resonate within the abhuman? Jaq felt that he was listening to a mighty mind-machine argue with itself in a way that no Imperial courtier had perhaps ever heard, and that no High Lord of Terra even suspected could occur. Were Meh’Lindi and Googol aware of the voices in the way that Jaq was? Or was he imagining it all, caught up in some warp-spawned delusion, yet another twist in this labyrinthine conspiracy? He sensed the fabric of time attempting to tear free, and guessed that not much longer of this strange stasis remained.

‘NOTHING THAT SAFEGUARDS HUMANITY CAN BE EVIL, NOT EVEN THE MOST STRENUOUS INHUMANITY. IF THE HUMAN RACE FAILS, IT HAS FAILED FOREVER.’

Maybe Jaq was too young by hundreds, by thousands of years, and his intellect too puny to comprehend the multiplex mind of the master who was forever on overview, whose thoughts battered in his mind. Or maybe the master’s mind had become chaotic. Not warped by the Ruinous Powers it surveyed, oh no, but divided amongst itself as its heroic grasp on existence ever so slowly weakened...

'WHEN WE CONFRONTED THE CORRUPTED, HOMICIDAL HORUS WHO ONCE USED TO SHINE LIKE THE BRIGHTEST STAR, WHO USED TO BE OUR BELOVED FAVOURITE – WHEN THE FATE OF THE GALAXY HUNG BY A THREAD – WERE WE NOT COMPELLED TO EXPEL ALL COMPASSION? ALL LOVE? ALL JOY? THOSE WENT AWAY. HOW ELSE COULD WE HAVE ARMOURED OURSELVES? EXISTENCE IS TORMENT, A TORMENT THAT MUST NOURISH US. EVIDENTLY WE MUST STRIVE TO BE THE FIERCE REDEEMER OF MAN, YET WHAT WILL REDEEM US?’

‘Great lord of all,’ whimpered Jaq, ‘did you know of the hydra before now?’

‘NO, AND WE SHALL SURELY ACT IN DUE TIME—’

‘YET SURELY WE KNEW. HOW COULD WE NOT KNOW?’

‘ONCE WE HAVE ANALYSED THE INFORMATION WITHIN THIS SUB-MIND OF OURS.’

‘HEAR THIS, JAQ DRACO: ONLY TINY PORTIONS OF US CAN HEED YOU, OTHERWISE WE NEGLECT OUR IMPERIUM, OF WHICH OUR SCRUTINY MUST NOT FALTER FOR AN INSTANT. FOR TIME DOES NOT HALT EVERYWHERE WITHIN THE REALM OF MAN. INDEED TIME ONLY HALTS FOR YOU.’

‘WE ARE AN EVER-WATCHFUL LORD, ARE WE NOT? DID YOU HOPE TO GAIN OUR UNDIVIDED ATTENTION?’

‘HOW ELSE SHOULD WE SOUL-BIND PSYKERS AND OVERVIEW THE WARP AND BEAM THE ASTRONOMICAN BEACON AND SURVIVE AND RECEIVE INFORMATION AND GRANT AUDIENCES ALL AT ONCE, UNLESS WE ARE MANY?’

‘AND YET STILL WE MISS SO MUCH, SO VERY MUCH? SUCH AS THAT WHICH GUIDED YOU HERE.’

‘OUR SPIRIT GUIDED YOU.’

‘NO: ANOTHER SPIRIT, A REFLECTION OF OUR GOODNESS WHICH WE THRUST FROM US.’

‘WE ARE THE ONLY SOURCE OF GOODNESS, SEVERE AND DRASTIC. THERE IS NO OTHER SOURCE OF HOPE THAN US. WE ARE AGONISINGLY ALONE.’

Contradictions! These warred in Jaq’s mind just as they seemed to coexist in the Emperor’s own multimind. Was another power for salvation present in the galaxy, unknown to the suffering Emperor – concealed from him, though somehow partaking of his essence? How could that be?

And what of the hydra? Did the Emperor truly know of it or not – even now? Might he refuse to acknowledge what Jaq had reported to him?

The Emperor’s voices faded from Jaq’s mind as time tried to stretch back into shape. Grimm tugged at Jaq’s sleeve


And it looks like the Emperor's mind was fractured into different pieces, and that is why he called himself "we".

This book was good, but its old.

There should be nothing against this, as I am just sharing the quotes from Draco in Inquisition war. ]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/767801/10256320.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/767801/10256320.page GMT Quote from Inquisition war about the Emperor DO NOT REQUOTE MASSIVE WALLS OF TEXT - BROOKM

That book is by Ian Watson, one of the nominees for worst Black Library writer. My guess is that it's as much cannon as Biff Tundrish. According to the lexicanum entry below the squat was retconned to a tech priest too. I wouldn't give this book too much thought as it was written in the early 90s.

http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Lexandro_D'Arquebus ]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/767801/10256374.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/767801/10256374.page GMT Quote from Inquisition war about the Emperor
Yes, that is indeed a quote. A long one. Practically an excerpt, in fact.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/767801/10256388.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/767801/10256388.page GMT Quote from Inquisition war about the Emperor
 Jpogfreak886 wrote:
What is the discussion here?

Yes, that is indeed a quote. A long one. Practically an excerpt, in fact.



Who said it had to be a discussion? I am sharing quotes, and background looks to be the right place. ]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/767801/10256392.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/767801/10256392.page GMT Quote from Inquisition war about the Emperor DO NOT REQUOTE MASSIVE SLABS OF TEXT - BROOKM

bogalubov wrote:
That book is by Ian Watson, one of the nominees for worst Black Library writer. My guess is that it's as much cannon as Biff Tundrish. According to the lexicanum entry below the squat was retconned to a tech priest too. I wouldn't give this book too much thought as it was written in the early 90s.

http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Lexandro_D'Arquebus



The Emperor's views have not changed in the lore since 1987 in decades, minus the atheist views the Horus Heresy books gives him with the Imperial Truth. There was no Imperial Truth before the Horus Heresy books.

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Onething123456 wrote:
 Jpogfreak886 wrote:
What is the discussion here?

Yes, that is indeed a quote. A long one. Practically an excerpt, in fact.



Who said it had to be a discussion? I am sharing quotes, and background looks to be the right place.


Yea, but why? Most people share on forums to discuss or ask questions. You've simply said "this was written", which is not something anyone can talk about to discuss or debate or question or anything.

Almost, we could discuss if this quote is relevant anymore, but you haven't asked that. You've just posted the quote and then summarized it.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/767801/10256420.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/767801/10256420.page GMT Re:Quote from Inquisition war about the Emperor
40K Background
Debate and discuss the rich background of the Warhammer 40,000 universe.


That's the heading for this sub forum.

You'll notice the complete absence of anything about sharing pointless nonsense. ]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/767801/10256427.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/767801/10256427.page GMT Quote from Inquisition war about the Emperor
bogalubov wrote:

That book is by Ian Watson, one of the nominees for worst Black Library writer.

What? His 'Space Marine' is such a classic that BL reprinted it many years later. He has had very successful writing career outside the 40K too (which cannot be said about many BL authors.) He has won several literary awards and been nominated for many more. He co-wrote the film A.I with Steven Spielberg. ]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/767801/10256433.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/767801/10256433.page GMT Quote from Inquisition war about the Emperor
 Crimson wrote:
bogalubov wrote:

That book is by Ian Watson, one of the nominees for worst Black Library writer.

What? His 'Space Marine' is such a classic that BL reprinted it many years later. He has had very successful writing career outside the 40K too (which cannot be said about many BL authors.) He has won several literary awards and been nominated for many more. He co-wrote the film A.I with Steven Spielberg.


And Watson's books, and the first lore from 1987 and 40k's first days as a franchise still craps on just about anything in the Horus Heresy books.

And it'll be a discussion. The Emperor's human supremacist have mostly remained unchanged since 1987. ]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/767801/10256442.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/767801/10256442.page GMT Re:Quote from Inquisition war about the Emperor Is this topic going anywhere? No, no it is not. This is a discussion forum and not a personal pulpit or blog to post the latest in a string of proclamations or pointless statements that leads to nowhere.

Locked.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/767801/10256447.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/767801/10256447.page GMT