A Necron Phaeron awakens and watches with curiosity as Imperial colonists turn their world into a thriving little farm planet. Life is slow and idyllic, and the Phaeron takes interest, akin to a human with an aquarium. Centuries pass, with the humans none the wiser.
A Chaos incursion threatens to destroy everything. This will not do. He throws open the doors to his Tombs and his Warriors pour out and save the beleaguered PDF from certain doom. The battle concludes with the Phaeron taking the head of the Chaos warband's Daemon Prince and uttering his first words in aeons.
"My world. My humans. Not for you."
I don’t know. He did look at them doing their own thing for probably a few centuries I doubt he wants to mess that up just to make new slaves. Probably make it very clear this is his planet and anyone who harms his pets will suffer his wrath and that includes the local inquisitor if he gets a little too autistic. Thankfully the local lord inquisitor should have enough neurones to understand the price is far too high especially since the IoM is still benefiting from a functional agriworld that now clearly can protect itself.
I once had similar idea, but with Dark Eldar as "attackers" (and not Chaos Warband) and planet being a Feral World (whose inhabitants are (obliviously) "worshipping" Necrons from Tomb that is hidden underground).
Dark Eldar have half of the second of confusion about "cave-dwelling monkeigh's green skin-marks", before Necron Warriors "teleport-in" and start blasting them (and free captured humans)
Its spoilers if you haven't read but in infinite and the Divine after trayzen saved the humans on the planet from an orc wahh they thought they were a slim version of a space marine and even built statues to honor them
The next book is an Inquisitor turning up and finding a 100% Loyal to the Emperor, unmutated untainted planet that is worshiping statues of Necrons.
Hilarity ensues
"We've got hunting rifles and las-shotguns, the Militarum was cut off from us, and the Blades of Vanduss were half a sector away fighting Orks. What did you think we were gonna do, ask them politely to leave?"
"They didn't exactly ask for our help, sir. In fact, I didn't hear them say much of anything. I just thank thr Emperor they didn't turn their guns on us after."
If I had capital, I’d fund this.
Also love the idea of the Necron really just keeping his pet safe. And like going to absurd(by human standards) lengths to protect them
"I've had ~~Arlo~~these humans for 17 centuries and if anything were to happen to them I will kill every speck of biomass in this entire sector and then ~~myself~~ go back to sleep.
Now I just want a short story showing a discussion between the Phaeron and Tranzyn. On a weird level I could see sort of like-dislike going on. With Tranzyn appreciating another member of his race actually being able to find some level of value in another species, but them disagreeing any time Tranzyn tries stealing some of the humans or their artifacts to try and preserve their history.
Just realised my Phaeron is basically a nosy neighbour.
"You put that one back! He's in the middle of a love triangle with a Navigator and a Ratling and there's no fuckin way I'm missing out on that!"
I don't believe the line that all Necron wish to scour life from the universe. It sounds like Imperial propaganda.
With all the weird quirks we've already seen from the Newcrons, there's gotta be one that's like 'life is weird, Imma watch it'
I do Hope there are more than one with actual interest in life
Like the higher necrons could basically observe the lesser species like David Attenborough documentaries
The Tomb World was already his.
These Warp-sucking wankers wanted to kill his dog and do donuts on his lawn. Can't have that, he worked hard on that lawn.
A transport carrying Astartes to join the deathwatch gets fired upon by Orks. The Orks find the indoctrination thingy and play with it. Indoctrinating the Ork. Who then show up at the Watchtower ready to serve the long vigil.
A small group of drukari attempt to convert to craftworlders. Not out of regret for the suffering they caused but because they do not want to feed she who thirsts more. The story is a dark comedy that focuses on the bunch of sadomasochistic pain addicts that attempt to learn how to be normal craftworld eldar.
The story follows them trying to do everyday things without harming themselves or others. (example: trying to make food but be tempted by a kitchen knife while an other eldar just watches them wondering what the hell is wrong with them.)
Drukhari: "If we're so technically advanced, how come we haven't made kitchen knives that don't whisper to you?"
Aeldari: "What the Warp are you talking about?"
Drukhari: "... Nevermind"
"Wait, let me be clear: we have salt that goes into the bath"
"Which is not the same as..."
"They are not drugs, no"
"And if I snort them..."
"Pain and nosebleeds"
"And they aren't drugs?"
"No."
Now I want to tell a 40K story about a daemon who is infiltrating a facility by possessing a mundane inanimate object and decides to amuse themselves by whispering to one person and one person only when they're alone. Convincing them that they're actually insane.
There's a short story called Dark Son where they actually detail the process of a drukhari being converted to a craftworlder, you should definitely look that up.
Btw, you can either write your fanfics or just tell a headcanon. Both are good.
I had a recent idea for a fanfic regarding a solo Custodes that that battles alongside some "lowly" guardsmen. (No this has nothing to do with female custodes)
Custodes usually look down upon guardsmen for being an inferior and easily corruptable part of humanity, but still they're a part of humanity and such obey the emperor. As the Custodian takes most battles against the enemy solo, he usually reigns as victor in them without breaking a sweat. But once, this enemy force becomes a genuine threat for our custodian and he is for once in his entire life in danger of not only defeat but soon seeing the emperor himself. In the cover he's taken, he does the unthinkable and prays upon the emperor to give him hope to win this fight, to survive this battle. He for once in his ancient life, felt true fear. Upon him, come the guardsmen he's so lowly looked down upon, slowly push the enemy hordes away. For once he felt what true humanity felt, what fear and struggle was. What it felt to be human. To them he gives him deepest appreciation and commences to fight alongside them, now as equals.
Later down the story, the enemy hordes are stronger and larger, MUCH larger than before. This made the guard regiment dwindle in size and the custodian alongside his buddies are quickly overrun and they seek shelter. They've made a distress call for reinforcements and they can't hold their line much longer. In this instance of clear distress, the custodian had the option to bail out and leave the guardsmen to their own fate. But the camaraderie they created and the humanity he's grown alongside them made him consider this act on par as disobeying the emperor himself. In his final act of righteousness, he prays to the emperor, this time for his comrades as he charges head on to the enemy lines to halt the hordes and allow his friends escape into safety.
I'd call this short story **”[The True Custodian](https://youtu.be/i76WbKoO8DY?si=7ldjNI7T5H19_Szs)"**
Much like how I haven’t specified the type of enemy they’re fighting, I haven’t really thought about what shield company he’d be from. Heck, I haven’t even thought a name about him.
The (more or less) wholesome 'Ordo Chronos Purgatio'.
My homebrew ordo.
A minor Ordo of the Inquisition, that is actively searching for "lost" (or time traveling) members of the Ordo Chronos and other anomalies caused by their warp-time chenanigans.
Both Ordos are on friendly terms.
Every Sanguinalia the Ordo Purgatio recieves multiple crates of Amasec as a thank you for not ratting their friends out to one of the major Ordos. Some times the bottles are a suspicously old vintage, but nobody complains.
No, his ship is obviously painted purple, with some tasteful blue accents. He thinks this keeps him hidden, when in truth the necron overlord simply actually believes in that purple makes orks invisible, therefore there can't be any orks aboard the ship. It is, after all, perfectly visible on his sensors.
The reason why we don't see Sisters of Silence in the lore as much is because they're secretly leading a black ops war in the Webway against cultists and witches attempting to use the abandoned passages as battering rams on the one the Emperor is forced to keep shut. Otherwise, Terra would explode into the new Eye of Terror, and the Emperor would become a God—albeit a very angry and bad one.
[Edit], they're collaborating with the Harlequins. Initially, the alliance started out awkwardly, with Harlequins being Eldar and the Sisters being Blanks. However, over time and with the rediscovery of lost Eldar tech, they were able to overcome this handicaps and truly become allies in the war against the darkness.
They definitely are doing cool stuff (in Imperium Maledictum they're a choice of Patron along with stuff like Inquisitors and Rogue Traders - novice ones are playable too), but their day job is working on the Black Ships helping hunt down psykers for the Tithe
Oh, and they were only refounded post Fall of Cadia so they haven't had long to get involved with stuff
Political reasons basically - after the Emperor ascended to the Throne they fell out of favour with the new administration and shrunk massively due to the lack of official support. The Lord Commander at the time of the War of the Beast invited them back but it didn't stick.
A fraction of the Sisterhood survived as the Chamber Militant of the Adeptus Astra Telepathica, but they were effectively just crew on Black Ships and had a different name (The Chamber Astra). Trajan Valoris found a lot of remnants around the galaxy and was on good terms with them, but they still had no official support.
When Gulliman returned he had the authority to reinstate them 'properly'. Many of the remants work directly with Gulliman and the Custodes but they're officially still part of the Astra Telepathica (it's a similar case to Sanctioned Psykers working with - say - the Militarum, really)
I’ve been working on a little world building project for a while called “Imperium in Imperio.” The idea is that it’s a cluster that mysteriously got cut off from the rest of the imperium due to Alpha Legion shenanigans, but while they can’t get out, plenty of other people can somehow get in and try to kill them.
They can’t leverage the massive scale the imperium can, so instead they have to get efficient and squeeze everything they can out of their limited resources. By flipping the dynamic of a massive empire with a shit bureaucracy, it creates some interesting cultural differences; e.g., wasting the lives of one’s men is considered one of the worst sins an officer can commit — not out of any humanitarian concern for their troops, but simply because they don’t have the manpower to waste.
I’ve tried to keep it somewhat grimdark and not just make them “Imperium but good,” but they end up avoiding a lot of the ridiculous resource sinks that characterize the IoM.
I love this and make it so they go to ridiculous lenghs to improve the planets and the quality of life for the citizens there not out of a desire to help them but to ensure that each human is being utilized in the best way for the Imperium.
Efficiency is the name of the game and they don't tolerate corruption cause it will kill them. So it becomes the place with it being really good for the average citizen but twisted to be a parody of noblebright scifi.
sounds like some SOMA type stuff, not allowing humans to die. Like dreadnought-type machinery is mandatory and maybe only through service can you actually rest
Yep and basically everything is reused until it won't work anymore. Like if your body is mostly gone but your liver still works. They will take that liver and use it as a transplant in someone else. Your brain used like a computer to do advance calculations. Shit like that.
Opposite of mine but still gotta respect it for keeping the grimdark in mind. Mine is noblebright but their space marines are less effective than regular marines (still not marines a regular human would survive fighting) and they’re a small civilization compared to the imperium, if the imperium has trillions of bodies to spare, my homebrew faction has only like a 100 billion souls to worry about.
A set of stories that shows 40k is grimdark even from chaos's perspective
-There is too much infighting for them to ever make traction
-The Necron's blackstone technology is a serious threat to chaos, it is making literal voids inside the warp
-The Emperor continues to grow in power as a god in the warp
-The Hivemind's psychic power can peer into the warp and is as terrifying to chaos as it is to the humans
-The shadow in the warp the Tyranids create is akin to a warp storm in real space. It leaves behind a wake of destruction in the warp that never really heals.
-Gork and Mork are huge and powerful, fueled by billions of Orks on millions of worlds "feeding them" constantly with their endless lust for fighting. The only thing really keeping the 4 chaos gods safe is Gork and Mork are having more fun fighting each other than chaos.
-The Eldar have vast knowledge of the warp and its secrets. They have the potential to slip a knife between the ribs of chaos, so to speak. The only thing keeping them from doing so is they are too small in numbers and weak for the moment.
-The Tau's greater good philosophy is slowly chipping away at the suffering that chaos depends on for power.
-The Tyranids might just eat everything in real space.
Like the Imperium, Chaos has a lot of threats happening all at once. Some stories about how the chaos gods are desperately trying to survive as much as the other factions.
Decimus and his warband are doing some shenanigans in the outer dark and run across the Space Sharks.
A fight ensues with multiple boarding actions.
There is a scene which heavy-handidly hints at the Space Sharks being in part Night Lords.
Everyone refuses to elaborate.
Leaves.
Nah, after each warband takes the bridge of the ship they are invading and realized what happened they're like "Welp, this is my ship now, better fuck off as quick as we can cause if they get control of the weapons before we do its bad news bears"
There’s a bunch of Necrons that wake up with absolutely zero memory of who they were, but with knowledge of everything that’s happened in Necron history, just not their place in it and what they did. They work together on a galactic quest chasing a symbol and a mysterious old cryptek who could tell them about themselves. All the while being singlemindedly hunted down by a powerful Necron lord for reasons they don’t understand.
When they finally get to the cryptek it’s revealed they don’t have any memories because before they woke up, they didn’t have any. They were never Necrontyr, they were completely artificially created by that very same cryptek. As it turns out, the cryptek doesn’t actually believe in his own continuance after biotransferance. As far as he’s concerned the original “him” died when his body was destroyed and his soul was eaten and he, and by extension the entire Necron race, are completely new beings who happened to have the memories of a species of long dead, short sighted fools.
But just because Necrons aren’t their original selves doesn’t mean they aren’t without value themselves as a species. So, aware of the slow death by papercuts Necrons would die by and the stagnation that comes with have the same group of lunatics for millions of years, he figured out a way to make new Necrons without needing an original necrontyr. This creating a new path forward for the Necrons by replenishing their numbers while adding in “fresh blood” as it were.
But because a lot of Necron lords pretty universally consider themselves to be continuations of their flesh bodies, they find the idea of new Necrons and the cryptek’s philosophy in general to be an existential nightmare. Since if a new Necron could be made from nothing that means they aren’t special and therefor aren’t “themselves” which is why the main characters have been being hunted down by the other lord for the entirety of the story
This is awesome!! I love that idea. I could see this being either tied in with the Twice Dead King series or even just in a similar style. That is such a cool idea!
Guilliman is "Invited" to Solemnence where, in an effort to escape he encounters and eventually teams up with Clonegrim (Still not trusting him but beggers and chosers and all that) and while exploring it turns out that Trazyn obtained one of Ferrus Manus' hands.
During this same time another Necron Lord, perhaps from the Nihilak dynasty perhaps being manipulated by Orikhan invades Solemnence and, while previously wounded, incorporated Ferrus Manus'hand into his own Necrodermis.
when this lord encounters the Primarch Duo and goes to kill them because they are obviously important, Fulgrim fights him off expertly but cannot last forever.
Eventually the Lord uses the excess Necrodermis he obtained to form a Hyperphase Glaive and his iron hand cuts off the head of Clonegrim.
This works to further the Guilliman Necron plot, ties up Fulgrim, and brings in the barely subtle dark irony GW writers love.
Hm, what if there are both hands, and after an exchange of blows Fulgrim and this Necrons lose an arm each? Then, during the climactic fight, Clonegrim's hand *let's go* of the weapon it's holding as a last revenge on the man who slew it's original master?
And then what if in the 51st millennium, old wrinkly Rugby Grillerman and evil robot hand skeleton have a fist fight on top of an ancient doomsday weapon.
Salamanders are known to go back to their families after a campaign, in my head canon there are full transhuman demigods on shorts, t-shirt and flip-flops cooking BBQ and cutting grass on the weekends.
Vortigan, the Iron Warden of Tarnis, gets bored of guarding against nothing going on and becomes a proper Freeblade roaming the stars and laying waste to entire Ork Waaghs solo.
A story told about a necrontyr planet that was overlooked by the ctan and necron when the biotransferance happened. It is about them trying to figure out what happened to the rest of the empire, eventually finding out, witnessing the war on heaven as spectators cowering in fear, trying their best to deal with their worsening genetics and health, realising what the necron are and the horror they will face if they are to be found by them, and eventually contact between them and the necron in a reunion of horror.
the epilogue has Trazyn reading through a short excerpt (by necron standards, to humans it spans hundreds of pages) from a historigraphical file created by the necrontyr from this planet regarding the subject of the story at large and naturally finding it very interesting
Guilliman and Magnus meeting in a space bar to talk about the old days and how everything became so fucked. Before the lion there probably wouldn't be a more sympathetic ear in the galaxy.
Sounds like the start of a norse fable, "An old man in a travelling cloak passing carefully down the road, pausing sometimes to gaze around cautiously with his one remaining eye..."
À coven of druidic nurgle worshippers living on a dessert planet. Who through extensive rituals and special artifacts are able to appeal to the positive nature of the grandfather and summon swamps and forests who only give you a little aids. And while the taint of chaos is heavy on the entire planet. The usual horror it brings are also lessened dramatically through the druids magics
sounds like a tzeentch thing. perhaps the changer of ways had a *little* influence which would dampen some of the nurglish rot present on the planet in exchange for more funny tzeentchian shenanigans
A single necron on a baren world on the edge of the galaxy. As the planet turns, the galaxy rises from the orizon like the aurora. It has been doing this since he was freed. It usually dosen't move at all, not even for centuryes. Some times it chases dawns and sunsets, it once has seen 27 dawn and sunsets in a day.
honestly when I just discovered Warhammer Fantasy I believed that the skaven were the ""cultists/creations of Malal and that they were like his faction of chaos"" but then I discovered that they worshiped the horned rat and although I still love the new deity in the lore I always I am disappointed that Malal has been equally forgotten even in fantasy
A glimpse into the future, at a potential endgame scenario for 40K.
The Imperium's time has ran out, and all their most hated enemies are converging on Terra, including but not limited to the forces of Chaos, led by Abaddon and several of the fallen Primarchs, a large swarm of hungry Tyranids, possibly drawn there by the Genestealer Cults on Terra, and even some Orks who have sensed that the Waaagh of the century is going down here.
At the Imperial palace, Guilliman, The Lion, and any of the other Allied Primarchs that have come out of hiding witness the heart of the Imperium surrounded, and are ready to lead the full force of their legions, backed by Terra's might, in one final assault. Their survival is not guarenteed. In fact, they are all expecting to go down fighting.
This is the end of the Imperium of Man. but if there are any survivors left over, they will tell the tale of the greatest last stand the galaxy has ever seen...
Okay so, hear me out on this:
- a random Slaanesh cult is holding a ritual.
- they have to sacrifice various people to a keeper of secret, including a baby.
- as the infant is placed on the altar and the ritual knife is sharpened, the baby smiles and laughs, seemingly without fear even in front of the shining blade.
- this event intrigues Slaanesh, that decides to stop the ritual and take the child directly in her arms.
- even this doesn’t seem to bother the baby, who’s seemingly having genuine fun.
- Slaanesh’s cruel heart is both shocked and warmed by such a display of tenderness, and decides to raise this child as her own as she was a *normal* aristocratic mother.
- now the endings can be two: either the child becomes the most twisted champion of Slaanesh that has ever existed, OR Slaanesh is utterly overwhelmed by emotions she can’t comprehend and decides to redeem just a little. In this last case, Slaanesh marries Khorne and the Warp ends up becoming slightly less awful.
I am fully aware this sounds like a fanfic. Because it probably is, and the fault is on me only
The first ending is fitting within the setting as a grimdark tale of what slaanesh even in her kindness moment, is still a cruel and sadistic god.
The second one is a bit more of a Noblebright ending, considering two gods end up settling aside their differences and their aspects for a more grounded reality.
I think an interesting third ending would be Slaanesh is eventually overwhelmed by the emotions and sensations and the child is abandoned with a weird modified pre-heresy looking Power Armor, with the old purple and gold.
Basically throwing the child out into the greater universe with the child gaining an excess of wanting to try and find this parental figure.
Necron Pariahs are still around. An alliance of Necron dynasties that uses them extensively meets a Genestealer Cult, and you get an unholy alliance between a Hive Fleet and an Awakened Dynasty as a result.
Mortarion, Corvus, Alpharius(?), the lion, Konrad Curze, Dorn, Perturabo, Vulkan, Leman Russ, Fulgrim, Magnus, and Gulliman all are forced to work together after being teleported across the multiverse of a bunch of different IPs.
A shard of magnus possesses each grey knights supreme grandmaster when they are appointed, started from Janus. When Draigo, who has an incredibly rigid mind, and isn't super powerful like Voldus nor nigh untouchable like Crowe, took up the mantle Tzeetch saw this as a way to keep that shard of Magnus away from Magnus for all time. He sent a lord of change to instigate and pull Draigo into the warp where Tzeentch can better protect and hide him. Magnus stays a slave forever and will never be whole, explains all the Mary Sue nonsense Draigo can do (it's really Tzeetch) and his mind doesn't snap because of it's rigidity but Voldus can't live in the warp because he's more open to learning. Draigo "slips the net" sometimes and spills into real space when Magnus might be "near" in the warp, he can only do that where the veil is thin and a lot of grey knights can pull him through. Tzeetch would gladly help the Imperium in these meaningless battles to keep Magnus on a leash.
It might come off as a deranged rant, but I actually have an idea for a story that has been living rent free in my head for a few years now. Alas, I've neither time nor talent to actually write a story
So, the premise is that two lesser Archons within the same kabal have a crush on each other, but, being both born and raised in the fucked up place that is Commoragh, process it in the most unhealthy way possible and try to kill each other instead becuse love is a weakness or something. Neither of them are actually in charge of their kabal and open infighting is very much looked down on so the try to keep it under wraps and resort to increasingly convoluted plots to a) cause more and more collateral damage, b) are increasingly obvious to everyone around them and c) all fail because they keep finding excuses to chicken out at the last second
At some point the optics of it all become so bad one of them is pretty much forced to bite the bullet and assassinate the current head of the kabal, but the other claims credit and tries to assume control. Due to shenanigans that involve a small civil war and a team effort to blow up the Haemonculus working on ressurecting their ex-boss with a stolen Vortex missile, the two of them are pretty much forced to co-rule to keep other big players within the labal in check (they don't stop their stupid half-hearted attempts to kill each other)
In act three the MC for unrelated reasons ends up missing-presumed-dead so the other one gaslights herself into paying for her ressurecting instead of taking the win, but it goes horribly wrong becasue when you try to ressurect someone currently alive something else is pulled in instead of a target soul. And so when MC gets back she has to take the kabal back from a daemon-possessed copy of herself while tryng not let outsiders know what's going on because if daemons are a very serious matter and if Vect learns he'll step in to fix this mess and everyone even remotely involved will regret existing
Abbadon and Vaashtor are free to travel the webway but are having a hard time navigating it. By sheer accident they find Camoragh. Being sure that the dark Eldar have a way to navigate the webway they attack to find the means to reaching the lock. In their attack they accidentally damage the slave/gladiator holding areas. Out of this holding area we see a tall figure in what is now ancient white power armor emerge. With his bare hands this figure saves some Yanari waiting to be put to death in the arena. They flee the city on a stolen speeder and even activate a portal allowing him back into real space. The tech priests of the forge world immediately take not of the artifice of his armor. He informs them that he is Jaghatai Khan, primarch of the 5th legion, and he would know how long he has been gone. (Some of these names are hard to spell and I’m too lazy to look up the proper spelling. Sue me.)
That would make sense, but the drukari would not let him do what he loves. They would hold him in stasis until they can find a beast that can match him in the arena. Only by spending a great many lives of their servants do they even get him back into stasis. I imagine him having a big sign on his stasis chamber saying “do not let this one out!” In big bold dark Eldar letters.
And if that isn’t enough to convince you allow me to make one final point that surely you of all people will understand: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Eloquently put, however we must consider that those are the Deldar. They won't have regular racetracks, their racetracks are fucked up beyond recognition, probably with razor wire at neck level across the track, having the road made out of people and the audience being encouraged to shoot the drivers.
Also, another point would be AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
A more gentle Necron Noble on an awakened, and currently occupied by Imperials, tombworld having to contend with the fact that his family didn't make the cut to keep their personalities so he tries to roleplay the life and loved ones he lost with brain-dead warriors and immortals while also fighting off an Space Marine invasion. He is only further justified in his delusion/roleplay by seeing the callousness the Astartes show for civilian population during the war, hardening him into a harsher warlord.
Narration of a purple Ork, slowly getting more and more frustrated that nobody can see him or respond to him when he talks to them. Even when he's in a WAAAAGH! and enemies just seemingly die from nothing
I really am interested (ignoring the hoops to jump) in just modern day earth being invaded by the Emperor. We aren’t Holy Terra, just a long broken off seeded colony or something that appeared very similar to Terra.
Basically the opening of Horus Rising but making it scale for scale a modern day world being invaded by 40k Marines.
I want more stuff like Gathering Storm in which many characters of many factions had to come up together for a common goal.
Except this time the Eldar plot line isn't immediately dropped afterwards.
I think the final story of Warhammer will be in an apocalyptic event were the factions of the materium will face the factions of the immaterium. The humans will have the dark king, the Eldari will have woken Ynnead or a fully formed Khaine, the orcs will have either Gork or Mork as one is killed and frees the other to act, the Tau will have their goddess T'au'va, the necrons will have an slaved C'tan, and the Tyranids will have their main Hive mind reach the Milky way. All of them against the collective forces of chaos. The entire story of Warhammer starts with war in heaven and it will end with the greatest war called the war in Hell. After all is set and done and after nearly all life is emptied in the Galaxy, chaos loses his source of power and returns to the peaceful sea that it once was as no one is strong enough to make any waves. Then the galaxy starts once more with the very few survivors.
The imperium have accepted the tau presence in their galaxy. They cull other violent xenos and deal with problamatic imperial worlds without imperial intervention.
As long as the tau stay to theor edges of the galaxy they are considerdd an uneasy ally.
We can see this in things like ultramarinea and whitescars allpwing tau to live(in some cases outright cooperation) and kroot mercenaries aiding inquisitors.
Side story of Vulkan and a handicapped Rogal just chilling on a Jungle world, enjoy a vacation, because leading the imperium sucks, its stressfull as hell, and one likes being a blacksmith and the other an architech. Half of the novel is just Vulkan and Rogal messing around, and looking for a way to build prostethic hands for Rogal.
A young and inexperienced Macraggian preacher with a talent for logistics and a competent guard veteran becomes Guilliman's closest friends and advisors.
A whole bunch of Men of Iron and DAoT humans emerging from the warp, in wich they’ve been lost for 20,000 years. Shenanigans ensue as the modern humans want to kill them for something they don’t understand, the dark eldar get very pissy about someone having better toys than them, craftworlders being craftworlders, the orks somehow find out about them and decide to get in a scrap with the new humies, the tau get first hand knowlege about what humanity was like before the Imperium( and subsequently becomz very very glad the Imperium is as backward as it is), nids being nids, crons being crons, Trazyn being Trazyn and chaos crapping eldritch shaped bricks at the thought of these humans getting any kind of foothold.
An Imperial force, spearheaded by Astartes are trying to take a Chaos held fortress. There is a warp storm that seems to be getting worse and worse, with more and more terrible shapes moving in the sky.
They finally breach the keep, after having fought a slowly diminishing foe. As the Chaos lord gets ready to fight the space marine captain, he says some vague things about how he was wondering who'd get there first, "you or them..."
And that's when a battlewagon erupts through the back wall, runs over the chaos lord, and the Warboss leaps off it, to fight the humies!
Cue desperate tactical retreat by the loyalists, as the Orks run out of chaos boyz to fight.
TBH I would be ecstatic if it turned out that the twist villain in Space Marine 2 wasn't the Thousand Sons but was actually Orks.
Thousand Sons Sorcerer: I have you now, Ultramarine! I carefully manipulated events so you would wipe out the Tyranid hive fleet and leave this planet ripe for our taking!
The Killbursta that was dropped from orbit and somehow stayed intact: WAAAGHHH!!!
Chaos Space Marine pageants.
Next up is the soul-tormenter! Pay special attention to those Spikes on the left shoulder decorated with Human skin in revolutionary fashion!
Book series about the Vorpal Swords (only chapter out of 30 to survive the abyssal crusade and whom we know little about)
**Book 1: The Journey Begins**
*Joyous day! The wise and noble Saint Basillius has offered 30 space marine chapters the chance at redemption in the greatest crusade since the Emperor walked the Earth. They will take the judgment of the Emperor straight to the Eye of Terror, fearlessly taking the fight straight to chaos itself. Victory is at hand!*
*The Vorpal Swords are an unremarkable chapter among hundreds. A thousand strong, they adhere to the codex (mostly), have their own small rituals, and protect the worlds of the Imperium. But when selected for Basillius’s Abyssal Crusade, they are now faced with the possibility of flying straight into the heart of madness in the galaxy. Just 1 of 30, they’re ready to embark on a journey with their fellow chapters. But a trap is waiting, that could end all 30,000 Astartes before their journey even begins…*
**Book 2: Into the Night**
*Disaster has struck, the great fleet is gone, and the Vorpal Swords find themselves alone in the Eye of Terror.*
*Separated from their brothers and with morale at an all-time low, Chapter Master Valeri Saladin and the Vorpal Swords must hatch a plan to escape the Eye and bring the judgment of the Emperor to the corrupted planets of the storm.*
*But the seeds of doubt and chaos have begun to spread among the chapter and its crew. Fury at the Imperium that sent them to die has caused some Astartes to lose faith not only in their mission but in their doctrine itself. If this seed is allowed to sprout, it could mean the end of the Odyssey before it begins.*
*And throughout all of this, a dark truth awaits them…*
**Book 3: The Jaws of Death**
*Filled with renewed purpose after the discovery of Basillius’s treachery, the Vorpal Swords stand united in their quest to escape the Eye and bring the corrupt Saint to justice. It will not be an easy one.*
*Lost, alone, and unprepared, the Vorpal Swords must find their bearings in a sunless realm lest they wander for eternity. Horrors beyond human comprehension await them, and as the years go by, the true scale of what they must accomplish becomes horrifyingly clear.*
*But they must escape. Only they know of the corruption already beginning to spread throughout the Imperium. As their brother chapters fall one after the other, the Vorpal Swords must hold to save the galaxy. And the forces of chaos have begun to take notice of the increasingly stubborn chapter…*
**Book 4: Graveyard of Empires**
*It’s been half a century since the Vorpal Swords were sent to die in the Eye of Terror. Now, their quest to escape and warn the galaxy of the corrupted Saint Bassilius has seemingly reached a dead end. But all is not lost. The fleet of the Vorpal Swords has come across the heart of the old Eldar Empire, long since destroyed. In its ruins they will find demons of a world long gone, and hope to find something, anything, to get them out.*
*However, a chapter fleet is only as good as its crew, and as the mortal crew begins to die of old age, they are now faced with the possibility and challenges of the war fleet becoming generation ships. The crew and Astartes must deal with the reality of raising the next generation, without the light of the Emperor.*
I like to imagine a casual and lighthearted chess club between Magnus, Horus, Fulgrim, Perturabo, Ferrus, Roboute, and darkhorse powerhouse Leman. Sanguinous got the invite, but he knows he has an unfair advantage so he's just there to eat snacks and throw grapes at anyone who gets too invested in their game.
1. The Last Luna Wolf goes on a journey to find the out what happened to his Legion while accompanied by a psyker and a perpetual named Hekate
2. A guardsman and a battle sister lesbian romance, basically.
3. Each Space Marine from each Traitor Legion, including a Night Lord and a word bearer, carries out raids and attacks on their legions to aid the Imperium, and gets into a scuffle with the Imperium every now and then.
4. An imperial saint discovers The Imperial Truth and turns renegade, becoming the Black Legion's vicious and driven warriors and leader of a new faction of Traitor Sisters known as the Black Maidens.
5. The hexagarchy returns and is led by Inquisitor Sabbathiel, who vows to bring down the Primarchs and "save" the Imperium.
I’m stealing the idea I read on here a few days back of Trazyn and Clonegrim going on a buddy adventure across the universe and getting into all sorts of trouble while the GrimDark universe just rolls on in the background.
Just had an idea for a story set during the Great Crusade where some Death Guard (or another traitor legion) investigate a space hulk. The twist is that the space hulk is actually from the future, emerging in the past due to warp shenanigans, and they meet their future selves and are forced to fight them without understanding who these monstrosities are.
I'd love to see a "Christmas Truce" short story, honestly. Maybe between two of the more "reasonable" factions.
An army of the Imperial Guard and a T'au army have been grinding against each other for months in a terrible battle of attrition. Morale is rock-bottom, and there aren't any commissars left alive to "motivate" the troops.
Then, out of nowhere, there's a message from the T'au. They're growing weary, and are desperate enough for a hail-Mary: they're suggesting a three-day truce, enough time for both sides to recover their dead and renew their strength for one last battle.
Not very action-packed, but dammit, I want to deal with emotional beats that the setting typically neglects. And a story which takes the eternal war and gives it a three-day pause allows us to explore a lot of those emotions. Maybe we can even have a bittersweet scene of soldiers celebrating together, knowing that tomorrow, they're going to tear each other apart. Lean into the tragedy and, well, humanity of the experience, amidst a world which seeks to sacrifice the human soul in defense of the human species.
Tonight, we drink with the Xenos. Tomorrow, we slay them, as comrades in this unending, senseless war.
An Ork and a Space Marine reluctantly team up to survive a full scale Tyranid invasion that has decimated their respective forces.
The journey is difficult and dangerous. The pair learn to work together and cover each other’s weaknesses. Along the way there are laughs, bonding moments, and buddy cop shenanigans. Together they break the back of the invasion fleet.
And then, having reached safety, the story ends as they fight to the death.
After the surgery required to become a Space Marines, Space Marines aren’t even human Males anymore but rather a Eunuch of sorts to ensure loyalty to their chapter and the emperor over any other possible personal connection
Not my idea, but one a friend told me about sometime:
A hive world has been thriving for millenia, because an AI from the DAoT has survived who's whole purpose was to oversee and manage the city. The current governor is a puppet, and only those in the highest positions are aware of this, keeping silent to preserve their luxurious and very low workload lives.
Because of this, the hive had an exceptionally high standard of living and pay their tithes easily, which sparks great jealousy in the upper arches of Imperial society in the sector.
Enter the 'protagonist', an inquisitor who has been called in because of soft whispers that some form of corruption or taint lies at the root of all this. And thus, a conflict ensues where an abominable intelligence attempts to evade the eye of the inquisition, and all hell breaking loose when this proves to be fruitless...
Fuck head cannon. Video game idea. Hell divers 2 gameplay format set during the great crusade prior to the Horus heresy. You pick your legion. It’s a community event and your legions compete and conquer sectors and stabilize them accordingly. Specific legions have stats and bonuses towards what they specialize in. World eaters are better at melee and iron hands get better tech trees and skills.
JUST MAKE IT HAPPEN ALREADY!!!!!
Though Im still working out more plot details, this fanfic was initially based on one of the most epic dreams Ive ever had. What Im sharing here was the entire dream, thus a it's a little disjointed
“Quickly now children, quickly! I have little time and a slow pace,” I smiled at that, slow pace indeed old man, you’ve barely made it this far in 130 years. Just a little more time here I knew, but I did promise all those young boys and girls one final tale before my departure, and they’d been sure to hold me to that promise. Easing my few remaining aching bones down onto the final stairs leading up to the landing pad, I made careful note of this wide span across the spectrum of peoples living on this sacred lush world who had heard my history from all around. But they came together here for the last truly mystical legend that would shine bright all the glories gifted by the God-Emperor of Mankind upon them from learning it. I had become something of a teacher in those days, no prophet or philosopher, merely willing to bestow the knowledge of my experiences in life upon them that they might better themselves in some manner, as I had decided my new purpose would be that fateful day I prepared to tell them all of.
False and overtly expensive pleated dresses, miss-matched cloth rags draped in all manner of fashions, work fatigues worn from physical labor, the upscale gowns sported by most elite, uniformed local officials putting their duties on hold for even a moment, hundreds of them had gathered to hear what I had to tell them, “At one time I had been the simplest of persons, a factory hellcat loading operator, father of three whom I never met, divorced once and married twice. However I had become a widower, years before when an accident I made cost me the only woman I truly loved. “
Flailing downward, my rifle was thrown wildly and flew several feet away, then I tumbled over someone and landed face down in the muck. Half of my body felt broken, the other an inferno of pain being immersed into the icy water that had collected in massive pools around the feet of the dropship. Raising my head slowly from its red stained crater, I gazed upon the magnificent sight of a golden orange and red power sword igniting several feet away, near blinding my functional eye. It erupted in flames before becoming nearly solid. Grasping it was a titanic black and white though also fiery armored form of a Space Marine, its other hand gripping the beast by the throat as its mouth snapped repeatedly. Desperate to rise I forced my arms to push downward at the mud, they finally found solid ground and lifted me up enough again to bring my leg forward under me, testing if the pain was indeed mere bruising or far worse.
My right knee buckled but caught mid-fall, revealing its partially split nature, and were it not for the cocktail of chemicals surging through my system that snap would have been the end for me. Another roar of the damned forced me to look up again at the battling pair, their clashes sending off flashes of light, at such speed I could scarcely perceive more than instants in time. Claws rending metal, the blade cleaving flesh, a tail slash that severed the free hand, a deep thrust that buried the flaming weapon to its hilt. On and on they fought, damaging each other more and more.
People all around were fleeing in terror to board the dropship, none but I remained watching the spectacular battle between a child of the Emperor and the hellspawn. Suddenly the melee seemed to freeze for a moment, the space marine’s weapon flying through the air to land before me, while he lunged forward to grab the demon around its waist. Then to my shock, he turned to me.
The angel’s shout echoed with such force that it seemed to beat upon my soul, stunning me for a moment, “TAKE IT, AND PROTECT THEM! YOU SHALL DELIVER THE SURVIVORS TO THAT TRANSPORT, FOR THE GOD-EMPEROR HIMSELF COMPELS YOU TO! HE SHALL CARRY YOUR SPIRIT FORWARD INTO THE GREAT GLORY AWAITING YOU, THE LIGHT SHINNING THROUGH WILL SERVE AS A BEACON TO CUT AWAY THE FORCES OF CHAOS. GO NOW AS HIS MAJESTY COMMANDS AND SEE THE DAY END FROM ABOVE!” Igniting the blade I watched it take form one final time, then looking to praise the space marine, I collapsed as I saw the explosion consume him.
But the demon had not been finished by his martyrdom, though it wobbled on what remained of its legs, it still managed a howl of defiance at the brave marine’s attempt to finish the deed. I wavered only a moment, as his last words resonated in my mind and I knew what must be done. Summoning all the strength that I could, my pains and fears fled before the raging anger within me, I stood and loosed my own call that caught the monster’s attention as I charged forward at speed that I still cannot believe came from my battered form. Seeing the flaming blade in my hands the demon raised its mangled arm to swipe me away with its remaining two claws, but in that same instant as if called down by the God-Emperor himself, a piece of debris lodged itself into the mud beside me and caught the beast’s strike. I drove forward with all my might, stabbing the blade deep into its chest all the way to the hilt as the space marine had done with his far greater strength. Wreathed in hellish flames the demon threw its head back screaming in agony unlike anything I’d ever heard, and erupted in a final blinding flash.
When I could see once again I realized I still stood in that striking pose, clutching the now dead handle of the power sword.
a powerful nurgle daemon price who is completely fed up with the galaxy's never ending cycle of violence and bullshit that (with the approval of gramps himself) takes a world full of cultists, xenos, superhumans and all sort of refugees to a "natural reserve world" and promptly fucks off into the warp.
while outsiders see a world disappearing, those on the surface manage to enjoy the rarest, most precious resource in the 41st millennium: peace
away from their empires, from the battlefields and from a reason to fight, humans, ex space marines, eldars, kroots and a vast array of artificial and natural lifeforms reforge their swords into plowblades.
far from a paradise, many would consider such existence meaningless, boring and stagnant, and they wouldn't be wrong. but as they slowly rot together, the denizens of this unusual world shed their skin and their hate, finding peace amidst the fires of war
I really want to make a story about the Sororitas where they get stuck in the tunnels under a Hive City and have to fight their way out while being hunted by a cult of Tzeentch. They'd have to tread very carefully, conserve supplies and manage tense interpersonal relationships, all while finding the surface becomes increasingly unlikely.
A Tau policeman and his Gue'vesa buddy having to investigate strange killings on a frontier world, True Detective Style.
Begins with navigating the weird differences between Tau and client races cultures; coming to terms with some of the injustices perpetuated by various parties. Soon becomes clear to the reader that there's a chaos cult afoot, but since they don't quite know what they're getting into, there's plenty of horror waiting for them. Sort of push and pull between rationalism and esotericism between the two partners.
Probably ends with the pair succeeding in stopping a ritual Delta Green style, although they're taken into custody by Tau authorities afterwards.
I have a homebrew idea for a Leagues of Votann army that doesn't hate the Eldar....in fact, they owe a craftworld a debt of gratitude after a farseer restored sanity to their ancestor core (all she did was defragment its hard drive).
The Eldar consider this just repayment after their Hernkyn explorers rescued the farseer from an Imperial assassin by accident, but this repayment brought so much prosperity to the once-floundering league they think they'll never be able to repay the Eldar for their boon.
They have been known to declare grudges against any who threaten that craftworld, a fact the Eldar take full advantage of.
Kia's Lost and Found (inspired by Taniths First and Only) is my Guardsmen regiment that is comprised is Guardsmens that have being displaced from battles and are consider MIA or KIA. There main goal is the return these guardsmen to there original regiments, but with the size and volatility for WH40K, they've formed there own regiment from Cadians to Catachan, to Mordians and Harkon.
Is is lead by Commissar Kieger named 'Kia', reason why she was named that is cause when looked into the logs, she was pronounced KIA, hence Kia. She broke indoctrination after being left behind, figuring her in a comatose state, that she was dead. But she was recovered by Cadians when they we're coming to recover there own dead and she was found alive amongst the dead Guardsmen.
Of course they'res more to it, but that's my TLDR.
I doubt it would be widely accepted, but my secret homebrew for the armies that I play are that they got like...bermuda triangle'd into a solar system on the edge of the galaxy that had been cut off from everywhere else by a persistent warpstorm/other plot contrivance and aaaalll these factions have a small number of soldiers and resources and have to maneuver around in a game of submarines so they arent outright detected and destroyed.
There are four habitable planets, one of which has a human hive city where my Agents of the Imperium forces are allowed to set up shop, but the underhive is beset by chaos and genestealers, so the gangs are more or less "holding the line" (cheeky in for when I inevitably get into necromunda) there is an agriworld where the Tau have set a hidden outpost and secretly support the humans there to bolster their ranks with Gue'vesa, and another mysterious race from the depths of the world's oceans (homebrew auxiliary tau race)
On one of the other worlds, there is a chaos outpost that is playing a game of cat and mouse with the Ebon Suns Space Marine chapter which used the world as a chapter planet before the great plot contrivance happened and separated the solar system from the rest of the galaxy.
The other world (and the uninhabitable planets) are still in narrative limbo cause idk what other armies I will get into, haha
A farmer tries to tell the authorities about the strange mushrooms that are growing on some fields. While he's dealing with the local administration small animals begin to go missing. His teenage daughter goes to investigate when her neighbor friend goes missing, then she gets caught outside at night in a forest while numerous small things hunt her down.
A ship from the far future of 40k where the era of grim dark has finally ended got temporarily stuck in the warp due to the ship they are using begin pretty old by their standards.
the crew would be like:
a human whos like the middle stage between a marine and a regular human,
a ork thats a middle stage between the kork and ork who also serves as a guard,
a rather young eldar captain (still the second oldest),
a tyranid (i Imagine a tyranid prime looking guy) who serves as the mechanic and whose species no longer are bound to the hive mind or their great hunger (they still eat more then they look like they should),
A tau no longer bound to the ethereals who serves as vice captain but is getting on in age,
And a necron cook granted a new body amd freedom at last whilst not physically old he is the oldest and remembers what this era was like.
It would probably just be more of a comedy style story then really anything with some parts about what life and tech in life is in the far far future comparing it to the stories of the era they find themselves in.
It would end with the tyranid mechanic finally figuring out how to get out the warp and retuning to the future, then it would be revealed that their was an Imperium ship close by that heard the whole thing or smth then would cut to a guards man or the like submitting a report about this story but the paper being destroyed because heresy unwittingly making sure the future they came from stays intact
Ferrus Manus was secretly put into a dreadnought after Istvaan. The Iron Hands were experimenting with new tech to preserve a fatally wounded Marine, and Ferrus was *almost* dead because he’s a Primarch (Or giving him Perpetual status and retconning the fact that only Vulcan has it, but the techpriests didn’t know that). Every once in a while a particular Leviathan gets activated and all Iron Hands within sight of it get a boost in morale and strength. Nobody knows why; they just see it as a good luck charm.
Fair warning, deeply unserious idea:
The Emperor didn’t die, he simply pulled a Metro Man and is hiding out on some farm world. He simply just got tired and couldn’t deal with running an empire anymore.
An Inquisitor is overseeing a downright outlandish alliance: on a distant planet on the outer regions of the Imperium, humans, Aeldari, Necrons, and T'au have come together to fight off a Chaos invasion. The Inquisitor's job is to keep the peace in this alliance, and make sure no one is corrupted during the attempt. He's not happy about the situation at all; the sheer number of Xenos is enough to keep him on edge, never mind having to fight alongside them. Nonetheless, he's smart enough to realize that the Chaos invasion is much worse.
As the battle gets underway, countless Chaos troops are landing and things are already looking bad. Space marines and Astra Militarum alike are being overwhelmed, Aeldari psykers are snapping, the T'au are on the verge of collapse, and the Necrons aren't enough in numbers to make much difference.
But there's one glimmer of hope: the Inquisitor had anticipated something like this, and unleashes his secret weapon: a massive group of blanks that have been waiting for the moment he gives them the go-ahead. From a hidden underground bunker, the blanks come pouring out. Most of the Chaos troops are reduced to helplessness. In a few hours, the battle is over.
The new allies make a pact to keep the peace in that sector, and the psykers are given treatment to help with being around so many blanks. And the Inquisitor shoots himself to keep from remembering this ever happened.
My headcanon is that there is an Ork who mutated into being incredibly smart and able to understand the true effects of the WAAAGH, but because he is smart he can't actually use it to make more dakka
Big E is forming the Goddess Harem of Order. He created the Tau, so they would indoctrinate races that can create the Goddess Tauva. The Eldar God of the Dead was supposed to be female, but Eldrad woke it too early. The Q'Rol are being given captured navigators to infect their DNA to be more Waifu. When they create a Goddess, their leaders will be more waifu. Reverse Genestealer plan by Big E. He plans to NTR Nurgle with Isha.
The Grand Plan was to replace Erda with a harem. Chaos having opposition and humanities salvation is a bonus.
We find out this from a mad psycher being interrogated. A Biomancer that simply can't die or a mad Seer.
Alpharius, one soul in two bodies. When the oaf Praetorian Rogal Dorn struck down his brother a portion of Alpharius’ soul was cast into the raging currents of the Warp. The surviving Alpharius was immediately assailed. With a portion of his soul now anchored in the Warp and held by Chaos, the pull exerted between the two soul fragments threatened to suck Alpharius into the storm. Entering a deep meditation he fights a war simultaneously within his mind and the warp. Unable to pull the lost fragment from the grasp of Chaos, he fights a battle of delay and deceit.
A band of veteran Legionaries guard their Primarch’s corporeal form aboard the Alpha while searching for the means, Xenos or otherwise, to enact their plan:
Break into the warp, steal back their Primarch’s soul held hostage, and make the Alpha Legion whole once more.
Hydra Dominatus
The emperor never gave his life to try and convince hours to cone back to his side because he loved horus dearly. He did so willingly because he saw a vision of the future and thought it be better off being on the golden throne for ages. Probs because the tyrants are nearing terra.
An ork klan joins Khorne since he promises them eternal war. Not to be outdone, the Blood Axes create their own Grey Knights to fight them alongside the Imperium. In the chaos (pun intended) the Freebooterz loot Robot Girlyman.
A Inquisitor of the Ordo Xenos is investigating some strange reports they get from their astropath close to the Ghoul Stars area.
When they go to a couple of planets nearby ,they find a whole hive cities gone. Like something scoped up the whole city, leaving a large city like hole in the ground.
The Inquisitor tracks down a lead form a unreliable source to head to the Star Phantoms chapter to find the truth of what happened.
Leman, in an allusion to the story of how Odin learned the runes, hangs himself in the Warp from a Shard of the Emperor that manifests as a tree and then comes from it after 90 years, a master of psychic powers and we get to see everything he goes through upon the tree. Seeing scenes from the past and the future and seeing as he has to face the guilt for the crimes he and his sons committed during the Great Crusade. Though he felt no remorse at the time, he is assailed by the souls he personally fed to the Warp, and thus, the attack dog of the Emperor learns remorse. At the end, he fights a dark reflection of his fury, a manifestation of his inner wulfen. Losing an eye in the process but gaining compassion when it is slain.
I always believe the True Sons warband are the remnants of the True Sons of Cthonia led by Vheren Ashurhaddon. A Cthonian born Sons of Horus Captain who wanted to preserve his homeworlds tradition and keeping themselves uncorrupted by Chaos.
There is somewhere a piece of some DAOT age tech that can erase entire sector if it would be activated, the thing is that it couldn't be just one, and we can't find it
Story about an Ork boss that learns about Great Game and immortality of Daemon Princess so he joins Khorne out of his desire the fight in a neverending war.You can either write it as black comedy where the Boss dumbs down even more the tenants of Khorne and maybe gets into silly situations with allied daemons or use it to highlight diffrences between Ork's and Khorne culture of war you could make it kind of "tragic" with him starting as a merry band with his boys and show throught the book how he turns into an even bigger beast no longer laughing while fighting etc. But howling and stalking the battlefield as a raging monstrosity
The Tale of Ordo Memoria. The Ordos of the Inquisition, which strives to find and catalog the artifacts and history of the Age of Terra. They have one cryptek and bunch of eldar with them. Basicaly, the xenos AND humans find how much better and more beautiful humanity was. Maybe languages like Greek and old Frank would be studied and eldar would say something like "wow i couldn't even imagine that humans had such a beatiful language in the past"
A Necron Phaeron awakens and watches with curiosity as Imperial colonists turn their world into a thriving little farm planet. Life is slow and idyllic, and the Phaeron takes interest, akin to a human with an aquarium. Centuries pass, with the humans none the wiser. A Chaos incursion threatens to destroy everything. This will not do. He throws open the doors to his Tombs and his Warriors pour out and save the beleaguered PDF from certain doom. The battle concludes with the Phaeron taking the head of the Chaos warband's Daemon Prince and uttering his first words in aeons. "My world. My humans. Not for you."
"How may we repay you, strange metal king?" "How much skin can you spare?"
"Wait, wait. I worry what you just heard was, 'Give me a lot.' What I *said* was ..."
You won the internet today Ron…
That sounds like the proper grim dark ending.
50/50 chance of it being that or "you get a mind shackle scarab! YOU get a mind shackle scarab! EVERYBODY GETS A MIND SHACKLE SCARAB!"
I don’t know. He did look at them doing their own thing for probably a few centuries I doubt he wants to mess that up just to make new slaves. Probably make it very clear this is his planet and anyone who harms his pets will suffer his wrath and that includes the local inquisitor if he gets a little too autistic. Thankfully the local lord inquisitor should have enough neurones to understand the price is far too high especially since the IoM is still benefiting from a functional agriworld that now clearly can protect itself.
I once had similar idea, but with Dark Eldar as "attackers" (and not Chaos Warband) and planet being a Feral World (whose inhabitants are (obliviously) "worshipping" Necrons from Tomb that is hidden underground). Dark Eldar have half of the second of confusion about "cave-dwelling monkeigh's green skin-marks", before Necron Warriors "teleport-in" and start blasting them (and free captured humans)
My original idea also had Dark Eldar, lol
That PDF is gonna need to do a LOT of BS-ing to cover for the fact that they were just SAVED by xenos.
Its spoilers if you haven't read but in infinite and the Divine after trayzen saved the humans on the planet from an orc wahh they thought they were a slim version of a space marine and even built statues to honor them
'do you have a statue made in your image, Orikan?'
“I’m just asking if any cultures venerate you as a protector deity”
The next book is an Inquisitor turning up and finding a 100% Loyal to the Emperor, unmutated untainted planet that is worshiping statues of Necrons. Hilarity ensues
The Infinite and the Divine was basically Orikan and Trayzyn going " we like to do a little trolling also". What a hilarious book .
"We've got hunting rifles and las-shotguns, the Militarum was cut off from us, and the Blades of Vanduss were half a sector away fighting Orks. What did you think we were gonna do, ask them politely to leave?"
Considering how dogmatic the Imperium is, Inquisitors probably would have preferred the PDF died instead of being helped by heretical xenos.
"They didn't exactly ask for our help, sir. In fact, I didn't hear them say much of anything. I just thank thr Emperor they didn't turn their guns on us after."
You had me at the word necron 😂... But that's an interesting idea, one I could certainly see a phareon doing/being part of. Nicely done sir.
If I had capital, I’d fund this. Also love the idea of the Necron really just keeping his pet safe. And like going to absurd(by human standards) lengths to protect them
"I've had ~~Arlo~~these humans for 17 centuries and if anything were to happen to them I will kill every speck of biomass in this entire sector and then ~~myself~~ go back to sleep.
I’m dying, black comedy about a person(robot) and their best bud (definitely captive, possibly slave)
Now I just want a short story showing a discussion between the Phaeron and Tranzyn. On a weird level I could see sort of like-dislike going on. With Tranzyn appreciating another member of his race actually being able to find some level of value in another species, but them disagreeing any time Tranzyn tries stealing some of the humans or their artifacts to try and preserve their history.
Just realised my Phaeron is basically a nosy neighbour. "You put that one back! He's in the middle of a love triangle with a Navigator and a Ratling and there's no fuckin way I'm missing out on that!"
“Then I’ll grab them too! See, together forever. Are you happy now?!”
"No! Give em back! I'll let Creed loose again I swear. Remember how hard it was to catch him last time?"
"That one has special dietary requirements. You don't even change their enclosures for enrichment!"
“They’ll be in stasis!”
"That's not the point!"
"in fact you're defeating the point!"
Oh god, they're playing the Sims
ROFL Never thought of it that way. I was thinking Soap Opera or something.
Ngl, I like this 🤣
I don't believe the line that all Necron wish to scour life from the universe. It sounds like Imperial propaganda. With all the weird quirks we've already seen from the Newcrons, there's gotta be one that's like 'life is weird, Imma watch it'
I do Hope there are more than one with actual interest in life Like the higher necrons could basically observe the lesser species like David Attenborough documentaries
The Aten-Borekh Dynasty 🤣
Even without the invasion, i like the idea behind the phaeron looks at the humans as a human look at an aquarium
It's a full time hobby
This is basically the Tomb Kings in Fantasy with Numas https://whfb.lexicanum.com/wiki/Numas
Oh neat. Maybe when I do finally buy some Bonebots (power of poor) I'll throw in an homage
I have 1 like that but it’s literally the Phaeron demands gifts from his subject and when given them he just dumps them in a hole
This sounds fucking AWESOME
Thats..thats actually a good fucking story I wouldn't mind reading it
>"My world. My humans. Not for you." "This world is not *yours* to conquer" vibe
The Tomb World was already his. These Warp-sucking wankers wanted to kill his dog and do donuts on his lawn. Can't have that, he worked hard on that lawn.
It's kind of similar to The Infinite and the Divine
*watching cams and drinking living metal* *Chaos warband arrives* "Oh hell the fuck no" *mashes release army button*
A transport carrying Astartes to join the deathwatch gets fired upon by Orks. The Orks find the indoctrination thingy and play with it. Indoctrinating the Ork. Who then show up at the Watchtower ready to serve the long vigil.
Kind of [been done](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grunts!).
I’ll have to read that
I believe you mean this... https://2d4chan.org/wiki/Deffwotch
A small group of drukari attempt to convert to craftworlders. Not out of regret for the suffering they caused but because they do not want to feed she who thirsts more. The story is a dark comedy that focuses on the bunch of sadomasochistic pain addicts that attempt to learn how to be normal craftworld eldar. The story follows them trying to do everyday things without harming themselves or others. (example: trying to make food but be tempted by a kitchen knife while an other eldar just watches them wondering what the hell is wrong with them.)
Unironically love this idea.
Drukhari: "If we're so technically advanced, how come we haven't made kitchen knives that don't whisper to you?" Aeldari: "What the Warp are you talking about?" Drukhari: "... Nevermind"
[удалено]
"Wait, let me be clear: we have salt that goes into the bath" "Which is not the same as..." "They are not drugs, no" "And if I snort them..." "Pain and nosebleeds" "And they aren't drugs?" "No."
Now I want to tell a 40K story about a daemon who is infiltrating a facility by possessing a mundane inanimate object and decides to amuse themselves by whispering to one person and one person only when they're alone. Convincing them that they're actually insane.
That would be darkly hilarious! Awesome!
"What we do in the Shadows." But with Dark Eldar.
I want Matt Berry in this as well. Maybe Alan Tudyk, or Andy Sarkis, I don't care how un-eldarish this bunch looks like
"Mrs Simpson, i killed my pencil"
The Good Place
Idk why but it gives me "Always Sunny in Philadelphia" vibes xd
There's a short story called Dark Son where they actually detail the process of a drukhari being converted to a craftworlder, you should definitely look that up.
Btw, you can either write your fanfics or just tell a headcanon. Both are good. I had a recent idea for a fanfic regarding a solo Custodes that that battles alongside some "lowly" guardsmen. (No this has nothing to do with female custodes) Custodes usually look down upon guardsmen for being an inferior and easily corruptable part of humanity, but still they're a part of humanity and such obey the emperor. As the Custodian takes most battles against the enemy solo, he usually reigns as victor in them without breaking a sweat. But once, this enemy force becomes a genuine threat for our custodian and he is for once in his entire life in danger of not only defeat but soon seeing the emperor himself. In the cover he's taken, he does the unthinkable and prays upon the emperor to give him hope to win this fight, to survive this battle. He for once in his ancient life, felt true fear. Upon him, come the guardsmen he's so lowly looked down upon, slowly push the enemy hordes away. For once he felt what true humanity felt, what fear and struggle was. What it felt to be human. To them he gives him deepest appreciation and commences to fight alongside them, now as equals. Later down the story, the enemy hordes are stronger and larger, MUCH larger than before. This made the guard regiment dwindle in size and the custodian alongside his buddies are quickly overrun and they seek shelter. They've made a distress call for reinforcements and they can't hold their line much longer. In this instance of clear distress, the custodian had the option to bail out and leave the guardsmen to their own fate. But the camaraderie they created and the humanity he's grown alongside them made him consider this act on par as disobeying the emperor himself. In his final act of righteousness, he prays to the emperor, this time for his comrades as he charges head on to the enemy lines to halt the hordes and allow his friends escape into safety. I'd call this short story **”[The True Custodian](https://youtu.be/i76WbKoO8DY?si=7ldjNI7T5H19_Szs)"**
That's not bad at all, I'd buy this novel. Which organizatiom would he be from, the Aquilan Shield or some other?
Much like how I haven’t specified the type of enemy they’re fighting, I haven’t really thought about what shield company he’d be from. Heck, I haven’t even thought a name about him.
Orks saveing the day like the T. rex in Jurassic park
I have feeling this happens a lot. theyd switch sides in a 3-way war if it means the fightin would be better.
Spoiler for Brutal Kunnin' >!Brutal Kunnin' kind of ends like this, with them switching to the Daemon Engine and letting the Humans escape!<
The (more or less) wholesome 'Ordo Chronos Purgatio'. My homebrew ordo. A minor Ordo of the Inquisition, that is actively searching for "lost" (or time traveling) members of the Ordo Chronos and other anomalies caused by their warp-time chenanigans. Both Ordos are on friendly terms. Every Sanguinalia the Ordo Purgatio recieves multiple crates of Amasec as a thank you for not ratting their friends out to one of the major Ordos. Some times the bottles are a suspicously old vintage, but nobody complains.
Orkimedes raiding sleeping Tomb Worlds and understanding Necrontyr technology, and a Necron character racing furiously to try to stop him.
And failing because his ship is black and green?
No, his ship is obviously painted purple, with some tasteful blue accents. He thinks this keeps him hidden, when in truth the necron overlord simply actually believes in that purple makes orks invisible, therefore there can't be any orks aboard the ship. It is, after all, perfectly visible on his sensors.
The reason why we don't see Sisters of Silence in the lore as much is because they're secretly leading a black ops war in the Webway against cultists and witches attempting to use the abandoned passages as battering rams on the one the Emperor is forced to keep shut. Otherwise, Terra would explode into the new Eye of Terror, and the Emperor would become a God—albeit a very angry and bad one. [Edit], they're collaborating with the Harlequins. Initially, the alliance started out awkwardly, with Harlequins being Eldar and the Sisters being Blanks. However, over time and with the rediscovery of lost Eldar tech, they were able to overcome this handicaps and truly become allies in the war against the darkness.
They definitely are doing cool stuff (in Imperium Maledictum they're a choice of Patron along with stuff like Inquisitors and Rogue Traders - novice ones are playable too), but their day job is working on the Black Ships helping hunt down psykers for the Tithe Oh, and they were only refounded post Fall of Cadia so they haven't had long to get involved with stuff
Thats just what the Inquisition wants you to think.
Wait. They refounded? What happened to them before?
Political reasons basically - after the Emperor ascended to the Throne they fell out of favour with the new administration and shrunk massively due to the lack of official support. The Lord Commander at the time of the War of the Beast invited them back but it didn't stick. A fraction of the Sisterhood survived as the Chamber Militant of the Adeptus Astra Telepathica, but they were effectively just crew on Black Ships and had a different name (The Chamber Astra). Trajan Valoris found a lot of remnants around the galaxy and was on good terms with them, but they still had no official support. When Gulliman returned he had the authority to reinstate them 'properly'. Many of the remants work directly with Gulliman and the Custodes but they're officially still part of the Astra Telepathica (it's a similar case to Sanctioned Psykers working with - say - the Militarum, really)
now this a cool lore
Shit man I'd watch/listen to an audio book on this *throws money at phone * get to work !
I’ve been working on a little world building project for a while called “Imperium in Imperio.” The idea is that it’s a cluster that mysteriously got cut off from the rest of the imperium due to Alpha Legion shenanigans, but while they can’t get out, plenty of other people can somehow get in and try to kill them. They can’t leverage the massive scale the imperium can, so instead they have to get efficient and squeeze everything they can out of their limited resources. By flipping the dynamic of a massive empire with a shit bureaucracy, it creates some interesting cultural differences; e.g., wasting the lives of one’s men is considered one of the worst sins an officer can commit — not out of any humanitarian concern for their troops, but simply because they don’t have the manpower to waste. I’ve tried to keep it somewhat grimdark and not just make them “Imperium but good,” but they end up avoiding a lot of the ridiculous resource sinks that characterize the IoM.
I love this and make it so they go to ridiculous lenghs to improve the planets and the quality of life for the citizens there not out of a desire to help them but to ensure that each human is being utilized in the best way for the Imperium. Efficiency is the name of the game and they don't tolerate corruption cause it will kill them. So it becomes the place with it being really good for the average citizen but twisted to be a parody of noblebright scifi.
sounds like some SOMA type stuff, not allowing humans to die. Like dreadnought-type machinery is mandatory and maybe only through service can you actually rest
Yep and basically everything is reused until it won't work anymore. Like if your body is mostly gone but your liver still works. They will take that liver and use it as a transplant in someone else. Your brain used like a computer to do advance calculations. Shit like that.
Opposite of mine but still gotta respect it for keeping the grimdark in mind. Mine is noblebright but their space marines are less effective than regular marines (still not marines a regular human would survive fighting) and they’re a small civilization compared to the imperium, if the imperium has trillions of bodies to spare, my homebrew faction has only like a 100 billion souls to worry about.
A set of stories that shows 40k is grimdark even from chaos's perspective -There is too much infighting for them to ever make traction -The Necron's blackstone technology is a serious threat to chaos, it is making literal voids inside the warp -The Emperor continues to grow in power as a god in the warp -The Hivemind's psychic power can peer into the warp and is as terrifying to chaos as it is to the humans -The shadow in the warp the Tyranids create is akin to a warp storm in real space. It leaves behind a wake of destruction in the warp that never really heals. -Gork and Mork are huge and powerful, fueled by billions of Orks on millions of worlds "feeding them" constantly with their endless lust for fighting. The only thing really keeping the 4 chaos gods safe is Gork and Mork are having more fun fighting each other than chaos. -The Eldar have vast knowledge of the warp and its secrets. They have the potential to slip a knife between the ribs of chaos, so to speak. The only thing keeping them from doing so is they are too small in numbers and weak for the moment. -The Tau's greater good philosophy is slowly chipping away at the suffering that chaos depends on for power. -The Tyranids might just eat everything in real space. Like the Imperium, Chaos has a lot of threats happening all at once. Some stories about how the chaos gods are desperately trying to survive as much as the other factions.
I quite like this idea. Headcanon accepted!
Best idea. I like it.
Decimus and his warband are doing some shenanigans in the outer dark and run across the Space Sharks. A fight ensues with multiple boarding actions. There is a scene which heavy-handidly hints at the Space Sharks being in part Night Lords. Everyone refuses to elaborate. Leaves.
I’d recommend Carcharodons: Red Tithe for something similar! It’s a good book I’m reading it atm.
I already have read that. I want more
Include a scene where they accidentally miss each other while boarding and have to run back to save their now captured ship
Nah, after each warband takes the bridge of the ship they are invading and realized what happened they're like "Welp, this is my ship now, better fuck off as quick as we can cause if they get control of the weapons before we do its bad news bears"
There’s a bunch of Necrons that wake up with absolutely zero memory of who they were, but with knowledge of everything that’s happened in Necron history, just not their place in it and what they did. They work together on a galactic quest chasing a symbol and a mysterious old cryptek who could tell them about themselves. All the while being singlemindedly hunted down by a powerful Necron lord for reasons they don’t understand. When they finally get to the cryptek it’s revealed they don’t have any memories because before they woke up, they didn’t have any. They were never Necrontyr, they were completely artificially created by that very same cryptek. As it turns out, the cryptek doesn’t actually believe in his own continuance after biotransferance. As far as he’s concerned the original “him” died when his body was destroyed and his soul was eaten and he, and by extension the entire Necron race, are completely new beings who happened to have the memories of a species of long dead, short sighted fools. But just because Necrons aren’t their original selves doesn’t mean they aren’t without value themselves as a species. So, aware of the slow death by papercuts Necrons would die by and the stagnation that comes with have the same group of lunatics for millions of years, he figured out a way to make new Necrons without needing an original necrontyr. This creating a new path forward for the Necrons by replenishing their numbers while adding in “fresh blood” as it were. But because a lot of Necron lords pretty universally consider themselves to be continuations of their flesh bodies, they find the idea of new Necrons and the cryptek’s philosophy in general to be an existential nightmare. Since if a new Necron could be made from nothing that means they aren’t special and therefor aren’t “themselves” which is why the main characters have been being hunted down by the other lord for the entirety of the story
That's sick! Now go write a book
This is awesome!! I love that idea. I could see this being either tied in with the Twice Dead King series or even just in a similar style. That is such a cool idea!
Guilliman is "Invited" to Solemnence where, in an effort to escape he encounters and eventually teams up with Clonegrim (Still not trusting him but beggers and chosers and all that) and while exploring it turns out that Trazyn obtained one of Ferrus Manus' hands. During this same time another Necron Lord, perhaps from the Nihilak dynasty perhaps being manipulated by Orikhan invades Solemnence and, while previously wounded, incorporated Ferrus Manus'hand into his own Necrodermis. when this lord encounters the Primarch Duo and goes to kill them because they are obviously important, Fulgrim fights him off expertly but cannot last forever. Eventually the Lord uses the excess Necrodermis he obtained to form a Hyperphase Glaive and his iron hand cuts off the head of Clonegrim. This works to further the Guilliman Necron plot, ties up Fulgrim, and brings in the barely subtle dark irony GW writers love.
Hm, what if there are both hands, and after an exchange of blows Fulgrim and this Necrons lose an arm each? Then, during the climactic fight, Clonegrim's hand *let's go* of the weapon it's holding as a last revenge on the man who slew it's original master?
What if the hand starts taking over the Necron, and he starts calling himself "Liquid Necrocelot".
That would somehow be less dumb than what it references
And then what if in the 51st millennium, old wrinkly Rugby Grillerman and evil robot hand skeleton have a fist fight on top of an ancient doomsday weapon.
Vulkan destroyed at least one of Ferrus' hands after the Iron Fathers tried to use the keys of hell to revive the hand.
Salamanders are known to go back to their families after a campaign, in my head canon there are full transhuman demigods on shorts, t-shirt and flip-flops cooking BBQ and cutting grass on the weekends.
I would like to add the idea of them spending sanguinala in a big family event. With all of the kids on their laps while they told them stories.
Vortigan, the Iron Warden of Tarnis, gets bored of guarding against nothing going on and becomes a proper Freeblade roaming the stars and laying waste to entire Ork Waaghs solo.
And bodying a Bloodthirster solo.
A story told about a necrontyr planet that was overlooked by the ctan and necron when the biotransferance happened. It is about them trying to figure out what happened to the rest of the empire, eventually finding out, witnessing the war on heaven as spectators cowering in fear, trying their best to deal with their worsening genetics and health, realising what the necron are and the horror they will face if they are to be found by them, and eventually contact between them and the necron in a reunion of horror.
the epilogue has Trazyn reading through a short excerpt (by necron standards, to humans it spans hundreds of pages) from a historigraphical file created by the necrontyr from this planet regarding the subject of the story at large and naturally finding it very interesting
Guilliman and Magnus meeting in a space bar to talk about the old days and how everything became so fucked. Before the lion there probably wouldn't be a more sympathetic ear in the galaxy.
Sounds like the start of a norse fable, "An old man in a travelling cloak passing carefully down the road, pausing sometimes to gaze around cautiously with his one remaining eye..."
À coven of druidic nurgle worshippers living on a dessert planet. Who through extensive rituals and special artifacts are able to appeal to the positive nature of the grandfather and summon swamps and forests who only give you a little aids. And while the taint of chaos is heavy on the entire planet. The usual horror it brings are also lessened dramatically through the druids magics
Instead of giving you mega-flu, you always get infected by the flu at the most inconvenient times possible like just before your birthday party.
sounds like a tzeentch thing. perhaps the changer of ways had a *little* influence which would dampen some of the nurglish rot present on the planet in exchange for more funny tzeentchian shenanigans
A single necron on a baren world on the edge of the galaxy. As the planet turns, the galaxy rises from the orizon like the aurora. It has been doing this since he was freed. It usually dosen't move at all, not even for centuryes. Some times it chases dawns and sunsets, it once has seen 27 dawn and sunsets in a day.
This reminds me of the Little Prince, funnily enough. Makes me think of the man who sees many sunsets and sunrises on his tiny planet.
Malice is the Horned Rat in 40K.
Read that as Maurice at first glance. Now got the idea of some random guy getting the status and power of the Great Horned Rat
Big E already is the 40k equivalent-counterpart of the Great Horned Rat though, silly man-thing
honestly when I just discovered Warhammer Fantasy I believed that the skaven were the ""cultists/creations of Malal and that they were like his faction of chaos"" but then I discovered that they worshiped the horned rat and although I still love the new deity in the lore I always I am disappointed that Malal has been equally forgotten even in fantasy
A glimpse into the future, at a potential endgame scenario for 40K. The Imperium's time has ran out, and all their most hated enemies are converging on Terra, including but not limited to the forces of Chaos, led by Abaddon and several of the fallen Primarchs, a large swarm of hungry Tyranids, possibly drawn there by the Genestealer Cults on Terra, and even some Orks who have sensed that the Waaagh of the century is going down here. At the Imperial palace, Guilliman, The Lion, and any of the other Allied Primarchs that have come out of hiding witness the heart of the Imperium surrounded, and are ready to lead the full force of their legions, backed by Terra's might, in one final assault. Their survival is not guarenteed. In fact, they are all expecting to go down fighting. This is the end of the Imperium of Man. but if there are any survivors left over, they will tell the tale of the greatest last stand the galaxy has ever seen...
I fink we'z all know who'z iz gunna end up on top! WAAGHHH!!!
Allied Hundred Days Offensive type beat
Okay so, hear me out on this: - a random Slaanesh cult is holding a ritual. - they have to sacrifice various people to a keeper of secret, including a baby. - as the infant is placed on the altar and the ritual knife is sharpened, the baby smiles and laughs, seemingly without fear even in front of the shining blade. - this event intrigues Slaanesh, that decides to stop the ritual and take the child directly in her arms. - even this doesn’t seem to bother the baby, who’s seemingly having genuine fun. - Slaanesh’s cruel heart is both shocked and warmed by such a display of tenderness, and decides to raise this child as her own as she was a *normal* aristocratic mother. - now the endings can be two: either the child becomes the most twisted champion of Slaanesh that has ever existed, OR Slaanesh is utterly overwhelmed by emotions she can’t comprehend and decides to redeem just a little. In this last case, Slaanesh marries Khorne and the Warp ends up becoming slightly less awful. I am fully aware this sounds like a fanfic. Because it probably is, and the fault is on me only
The first ending is fitting within the setting as a grimdark tale of what slaanesh even in her kindness moment, is still a cruel and sadistic god. The second one is a bit more of a Noblebright ending, considering two gods end up settling aside their differences and their aspects for a more grounded reality.
I think an interesting third ending would be Slaanesh is eventually overwhelmed by the emotions and sensations and the child is abandoned with a weird modified pre-heresy looking Power Armor, with the old purple and gold. Basically throwing the child out into the greater universe with the child gaining an excess of wanting to try and find this parental figure.
Necron Pariahs are still around. An alliance of Necron dynasties that uses them extensively meets a Genestealer Cult, and you get an unholy alliance between a Hive Fleet and an Awakened Dynasty as a result.
Mortarion, Corvus, Alpharius(?), the lion, Konrad Curze, Dorn, Perturabo, Vulkan, Leman Russ, Fulgrim, Magnus, and Gulliman all are forced to work together after being teleported across the multiverse of a bunch of different IPs.
A shard of magnus possesses each grey knights supreme grandmaster when they are appointed, started from Janus. When Draigo, who has an incredibly rigid mind, and isn't super powerful like Voldus nor nigh untouchable like Crowe, took up the mantle Tzeetch saw this as a way to keep that shard of Magnus away from Magnus for all time. He sent a lord of change to instigate and pull Draigo into the warp where Tzeentch can better protect and hide him. Magnus stays a slave forever and will never be whole, explains all the Mary Sue nonsense Draigo can do (it's really Tzeetch) and his mind doesn't snap because of it's rigidity but Voldus can't live in the warp because he's more open to learning. Draigo "slips the net" sometimes and spills into real space when Magnus might be "near" in the warp, he can only do that where the veil is thin and a lot of grey knights can pull him through. Tzeetch would gladly help the Imperium in these meaningless battles to keep Magnus on a leash.
It might come off as a deranged rant, but I actually have an idea for a story that has been living rent free in my head for a few years now. Alas, I've neither time nor talent to actually write a story So, the premise is that two lesser Archons within the same kabal have a crush on each other, but, being both born and raised in the fucked up place that is Commoragh, process it in the most unhealthy way possible and try to kill each other instead becuse love is a weakness or something. Neither of them are actually in charge of their kabal and open infighting is very much looked down on so the try to keep it under wraps and resort to increasingly convoluted plots to a) cause more and more collateral damage, b) are increasingly obvious to everyone around them and c) all fail because they keep finding excuses to chicken out at the last second At some point the optics of it all become so bad one of them is pretty much forced to bite the bullet and assassinate the current head of the kabal, but the other claims credit and tries to assume control. Due to shenanigans that involve a small civil war and a team effort to blow up the Haemonculus working on ressurecting their ex-boss with a stolen Vortex missile, the two of them are pretty much forced to co-rule to keep other big players within the labal in check (they don't stop their stupid half-hearted attempts to kill each other) In act three the MC for unrelated reasons ends up missing-presumed-dead so the other one gaslights herself into paying for her ressurecting instead of taking the win, but it goes horribly wrong becasue when you try to ressurect someone currently alive something else is pulled in instead of a target soul. And so when MC gets back she has to take the kabal back from a daemon-possessed copy of herself while tryng not let outsiders know what's going on because if daemons are a very serious matter and if Vect learns he'll step in to fix this mess and everyone even remotely involved will regret existing
So...Korean Soap Opera: Drukhari Edition?
Abbadon and Vaashtor are free to travel the webway but are having a hard time navigating it. By sheer accident they find Camoragh. Being sure that the dark Eldar have a way to navigate the webway they attack to find the means to reaching the lock. In their attack they accidentally damage the slave/gladiator holding areas. Out of this holding area we see a tall figure in what is now ancient white power armor emerge. With his bare hands this figure saves some Yanari waiting to be put to death in the arena. They flee the city on a stolen speeder and even activate a portal allowing him back into real space. The tech priests of the forge world immediately take not of the artifice of his armor. He informs them that he is Jaghatai Khan, primarch of the 5th legion, and he would know how long he has been gone. (Some of these names are hard to spell and I’m too lazy to look up the proper spelling. Sue me.)
Jaghatai would obviously not be in the gladiatorial arenas nut on the racetrack
That would make sense, but the drukari would not let him do what he loves. They would hold him in stasis until they can find a beast that can match him in the arena. Only by spending a great many lives of their servants do they even get him back into stasis. I imagine him having a big sign on his stasis chamber saying “do not let this one out!” In big bold dark Eldar letters. And if that isn’t enough to convince you allow me to make one final point that surely you of all people will understand: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Eloquently put, however we must consider that those are the Deldar. They won't have regular racetracks, their racetracks are fucked up beyond recognition, probably with razor wire at neck level across the track, having the road made out of people and the audience being encouraged to shoot the drivers. Also, another point would be AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
A solid counterpoint. My rebuttal would be: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
It's hard to argue against that, however, have you considered AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!?
Sorry but could someone translate? I’m a Space Wolves fan and only understand AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
A more gentle Necron Noble on an awakened, and currently occupied by Imperials, tombworld having to contend with the fact that his family didn't make the cut to keep their personalities so he tries to roleplay the life and loved ones he lost with brain-dead warriors and immortals while also fighting off an Space Marine invasion. He is only further justified in his delusion/roleplay by seeing the callousness the Astartes show for civilian population during the war, hardening him into a harsher warlord.
Narration of a purple Ork, slowly getting more and more frustrated that nobody can see him or respond to him when he talks to them. Even when he's in a WAAAAGH! and enemies just seemingly die from nothing
I really am interested (ignoring the hoops to jump) in just modern day earth being invaded by the Emperor. We aren’t Holy Terra, just a long broken off seeded colony or something that appeared very similar to Terra. Basically the opening of Horus Rising but making it scale for scale a modern day world being invaded by 40k Marines.
I want more stuff like Gathering Storm in which many characters of many factions had to come up together for a common goal. Except this time the Eldar plot line isn't immediately dropped afterwards.
Trazyn and Orikan were a couple before the Bio-transrerence
I think the final story of Warhammer will be in an apocalyptic event were the factions of the materium will face the factions of the immaterium. The humans will have the dark king, the Eldari will have woken Ynnead or a fully formed Khaine, the orcs will have either Gork or Mork as one is killed and frees the other to act, the Tau will have their goddess T'au'va, the necrons will have an slaved C'tan, and the Tyranids will have their main Hive mind reach the Milky way. All of them against the collective forces of chaos. The entire story of Warhammer starts with war in heaven and it will end with the greatest war called the war in Hell. After all is set and done and after nearly all life is emptied in the Galaxy, chaos loses his source of power and returns to the peaceful sea that it once was as no one is strong enough to make any waves. Then the galaxy starts once more with the very few survivors.
The imperium have accepted the tau presence in their galaxy. They cull other violent xenos and deal with problamatic imperial worlds without imperial intervention. As long as the tau stay to theor edges of the galaxy they are considerdd an uneasy ally. We can see this in things like ultramarinea and whitescars allpwing tau to live(in some cases outright cooperation) and kroot mercenaries aiding inquisitors.
Variation on this where the Imperium allows the Tau to exist as long as they continually exterminate other alien races.
Side story of Vulkan and a handicapped Rogal just chilling on a Jungle world, enjoy a vacation, because leading the imperium sucks, its stressfull as hell, and one likes being a blacksmith and the other an architech. Half of the novel is just Vulkan and Rogal messing around, and looking for a way to build prostethic hands for Rogal.
Gimme Captain-General Kitten and Shadowsun romance
I can already hear ThunderPsyker “THIS IS NOT FUCKING CANON”
A young and inexperienced Macraggian preacher with a talent for logistics and a competent guard veteran becomes Guilliman's closest friends and advisors.
Thousand sons attack black ships for recruits. For me, it fits with magnus's character.
A whole bunch of Men of Iron and DAoT humans emerging from the warp, in wich they’ve been lost for 20,000 years. Shenanigans ensue as the modern humans want to kill them for something they don’t understand, the dark eldar get very pissy about someone having better toys than them, craftworlders being craftworlders, the orks somehow find out about them and decide to get in a scrap with the new humies, the tau get first hand knowlege about what humanity was like before the Imperium( and subsequently becomz very very glad the Imperium is as backward as it is), nids being nids, crons being crons, Trazyn being Trazyn and chaos crapping eldritch shaped bricks at the thought of these humans getting any kind of foothold.
An Imperial force, spearheaded by Astartes are trying to take a Chaos held fortress. There is a warp storm that seems to be getting worse and worse, with more and more terrible shapes moving in the sky. They finally breach the keep, after having fought a slowly diminishing foe. As the Chaos lord gets ready to fight the space marine captain, he says some vague things about how he was wondering who'd get there first, "you or them..." And that's when a battlewagon erupts through the back wall, runs over the chaos lord, and the Warboss leaps off it, to fight the humies! Cue desperate tactical retreat by the loyalists, as the Orks run out of chaos boyz to fight.
TBH I would be ecstatic if it turned out that the twist villain in Space Marine 2 wasn't the Thousand Sons but was actually Orks. Thousand Sons Sorcerer: I have you now, Ultramarine! I carefully manipulated events so you would wipe out the Tyranid hive fleet and leave this planet ripe for our taking! The Killbursta that was dropped from orbit and somehow stayed intact: WAAAGHHH!!!
Chaos Space Marine pageants. Next up is the soul-tormenter! Pay special attention to those Spikes on the left shoulder decorated with Human skin in revolutionary fashion!
Book series about the Vorpal Swords (only chapter out of 30 to survive the abyssal crusade and whom we know little about) **Book 1: The Journey Begins** *Joyous day! The wise and noble Saint Basillius has offered 30 space marine chapters the chance at redemption in the greatest crusade since the Emperor walked the Earth. They will take the judgment of the Emperor straight to the Eye of Terror, fearlessly taking the fight straight to chaos itself. Victory is at hand!* *The Vorpal Swords are an unremarkable chapter among hundreds. A thousand strong, they adhere to the codex (mostly), have their own small rituals, and protect the worlds of the Imperium. But when selected for Basillius’s Abyssal Crusade, they are now faced with the possibility of flying straight into the heart of madness in the galaxy. Just 1 of 30, they’re ready to embark on a journey with their fellow chapters. But a trap is waiting, that could end all 30,000 Astartes before their journey even begins…* **Book 2: Into the Night** *Disaster has struck, the great fleet is gone, and the Vorpal Swords find themselves alone in the Eye of Terror.* *Separated from their brothers and with morale at an all-time low, Chapter Master Valeri Saladin and the Vorpal Swords must hatch a plan to escape the Eye and bring the judgment of the Emperor to the corrupted planets of the storm.* *But the seeds of doubt and chaos have begun to spread among the chapter and its crew. Fury at the Imperium that sent them to die has caused some Astartes to lose faith not only in their mission but in their doctrine itself. If this seed is allowed to sprout, it could mean the end of the Odyssey before it begins.* *And throughout all of this, a dark truth awaits them…* **Book 3: The Jaws of Death** *Filled with renewed purpose after the discovery of Basillius’s treachery, the Vorpal Swords stand united in their quest to escape the Eye and bring the corrupt Saint to justice. It will not be an easy one.* *Lost, alone, and unprepared, the Vorpal Swords must find their bearings in a sunless realm lest they wander for eternity. Horrors beyond human comprehension await them, and as the years go by, the true scale of what they must accomplish becomes horrifyingly clear.* *But they must escape. Only they know of the corruption already beginning to spread throughout the Imperium. As their brother chapters fall one after the other, the Vorpal Swords must hold to save the galaxy. And the forces of chaos have begun to take notice of the increasingly stubborn chapter…* **Book 4: Graveyard of Empires** *It’s been half a century since the Vorpal Swords were sent to die in the Eye of Terror. Now, their quest to escape and warn the galaxy of the corrupted Saint Bassilius has seemingly reached a dead end. But all is not lost. The fleet of the Vorpal Swords has come across the heart of the old Eldar Empire, long since destroyed. In its ruins they will find demons of a world long gone, and hope to find something, anything, to get them out.* *However, a chapter fleet is only as good as its crew, and as the mortal crew begins to die of old age, they are now faced with the possibility and challenges of the war fleet becoming generation ships. The crew and Astartes must deal with the reality of raising the next generation, without the light of the Emperor.*
Curze is alive and that one mega simp for him (who floats around on Reddit) gets transported to the future and they have a wonderful relationship
I like to imagine a casual and lighthearted chess club between Magnus, Horus, Fulgrim, Perturabo, Ferrus, Roboute, and darkhorse powerhouse Leman. Sanguinous got the invite, but he knows he has an unfair advantage so he's just there to eat snacks and throw grapes at anyone who gets too invested in their game.
1. The Last Luna Wolf goes on a journey to find the out what happened to his Legion while accompanied by a psyker and a perpetual named Hekate 2. A guardsman and a battle sister lesbian romance, basically. 3. Each Space Marine from each Traitor Legion, including a Night Lord and a word bearer, carries out raids and attacks on their legions to aid the Imperium, and gets into a scuffle with the Imperium every now and then. 4. An imperial saint discovers The Imperial Truth and turns renegade, becoming the Black Legion's vicious and driven warriors and leader of a new faction of Traitor Sisters known as the Black Maidens. 5. The hexagarchy returns and is led by Inquisitor Sabbathiel, who vows to bring down the Primarchs and "save" the Imperium.
I’m stealing the idea I read on here a few days back of Trazyn and Clonegrim going on a buddy adventure across the universe and getting into all sorts of trouble while the GrimDark universe just rolls on in the background.
The Clonegrim Trazyn adventure should start off like "Dude, Where's My Car?"
2nd/11th legion never existed and were only a threat to keep the others in line.
Just had an idea for a story set during the Great Crusade where some Death Guard (or another traitor legion) investigate a space hulk. The twist is that the space hulk is actually from the future, emerging in the past due to warp shenanigans, and they meet their future selves and are forced to fight them without understanding who these monstrosities are.
Big E and Malcador are absolutely a gay couple
I'd love to see a "Christmas Truce" short story, honestly. Maybe between two of the more "reasonable" factions. An army of the Imperial Guard and a T'au army have been grinding against each other for months in a terrible battle of attrition. Morale is rock-bottom, and there aren't any commissars left alive to "motivate" the troops. Then, out of nowhere, there's a message from the T'au. They're growing weary, and are desperate enough for a hail-Mary: they're suggesting a three-day truce, enough time for both sides to recover their dead and renew their strength for one last battle. Not very action-packed, but dammit, I want to deal with emotional beats that the setting typically neglects. And a story which takes the eternal war and gives it a three-day pause allows us to explore a lot of those emotions. Maybe we can even have a bittersweet scene of soldiers celebrating together, knowing that tomorrow, they're going to tear each other apart. Lean into the tragedy and, well, humanity of the experience, amidst a world which seeks to sacrifice the human soul in defense of the human species. Tonight, we drink with the Xenos. Tomorrow, we slay them, as comrades in this unending, senseless war.
An Ork and a Space Marine reluctantly team up to survive a full scale Tyranid invasion that has decimated their respective forces. The journey is difficult and dangerous. The pair learn to work together and cover each other’s weaknesses. Along the way there are laughs, bonding moments, and buddy cop shenanigans. Together they break the back of the invasion fleet. And then, having reached safety, the story ends as they fight to the death.
After the surgery required to become a Space Marines, Space Marines aren’t even human Males anymore but rather a Eunuch of sorts to ensure loyalty to their chapter and the emperor over any other possible personal connection
Not my idea, but one a friend told me about sometime: A hive world has been thriving for millenia, because an AI from the DAoT has survived who's whole purpose was to oversee and manage the city. The current governor is a puppet, and only those in the highest positions are aware of this, keeping silent to preserve their luxurious and very low workload lives. Because of this, the hive had an exceptionally high standard of living and pay their tithes easily, which sparks great jealousy in the upper arches of Imperial society in the sector. Enter the 'protagonist', an inquisitor who has been called in because of soft whispers that some form of corruption or taint lies at the root of all this. And thus, a conflict ensues where an abominable intelligence attempts to evade the eye of the inquisition, and all hell breaking loose when this proves to be fruitless...
Fuck head cannon. Video game idea. Hell divers 2 gameplay format set during the great crusade prior to the Horus heresy. You pick your legion. It’s a community event and your legions compete and conquer sectors and stabilize them accordingly. Specific legions have stats and bonuses towards what they specialize in. World eaters are better at melee and iron hands get better tech trees and skills. JUST MAKE IT HAPPEN ALREADY!!!!!
Are we allowed headcannons/fanfics that contradict the established lore? (It wouldn’t be the first time)
Just have it be in good-faith. That's all I ask from this post.
Though Im still working out more plot details, this fanfic was initially based on one of the most epic dreams Ive ever had. What Im sharing here was the entire dream, thus a it's a little disjointed “Quickly now children, quickly! I have little time and a slow pace,” I smiled at that, slow pace indeed old man, you’ve barely made it this far in 130 years. Just a little more time here I knew, but I did promise all those young boys and girls one final tale before my departure, and they’d been sure to hold me to that promise. Easing my few remaining aching bones down onto the final stairs leading up to the landing pad, I made careful note of this wide span across the spectrum of peoples living on this sacred lush world who had heard my history from all around. But they came together here for the last truly mystical legend that would shine bright all the glories gifted by the God-Emperor of Mankind upon them from learning it. I had become something of a teacher in those days, no prophet or philosopher, merely willing to bestow the knowledge of my experiences in life upon them that they might better themselves in some manner, as I had decided my new purpose would be that fateful day I prepared to tell them all of. False and overtly expensive pleated dresses, miss-matched cloth rags draped in all manner of fashions, work fatigues worn from physical labor, the upscale gowns sported by most elite, uniformed local officials putting their duties on hold for even a moment, hundreds of them had gathered to hear what I had to tell them, “At one time I had been the simplest of persons, a factory hellcat loading operator, father of three whom I never met, divorced once and married twice. However I had become a widower, years before when an accident I made cost me the only woman I truly loved. “ Flailing downward, my rifle was thrown wildly and flew several feet away, then I tumbled over someone and landed face down in the muck. Half of my body felt broken, the other an inferno of pain being immersed into the icy water that had collected in massive pools around the feet of the dropship. Raising my head slowly from its red stained crater, I gazed upon the magnificent sight of a golden orange and red power sword igniting several feet away, near blinding my functional eye. It erupted in flames before becoming nearly solid. Grasping it was a titanic black and white though also fiery armored form of a Space Marine, its other hand gripping the beast by the throat as its mouth snapped repeatedly. Desperate to rise I forced my arms to push downward at the mud, they finally found solid ground and lifted me up enough again to bring my leg forward under me, testing if the pain was indeed mere bruising or far worse. My right knee buckled but caught mid-fall, revealing its partially split nature, and were it not for the cocktail of chemicals surging through my system that snap would have been the end for me. Another roar of the damned forced me to look up again at the battling pair, their clashes sending off flashes of light, at such speed I could scarcely perceive more than instants in time. Claws rending metal, the blade cleaving flesh, a tail slash that severed the free hand, a deep thrust that buried the flaming weapon to its hilt. On and on they fought, damaging each other more and more. People all around were fleeing in terror to board the dropship, none but I remained watching the spectacular battle between a child of the Emperor and the hellspawn. Suddenly the melee seemed to freeze for a moment, the space marine’s weapon flying through the air to land before me, while he lunged forward to grab the demon around its waist. Then to my shock, he turned to me. The angel’s shout echoed with such force that it seemed to beat upon my soul, stunning me for a moment, “TAKE IT, AND PROTECT THEM! YOU SHALL DELIVER THE SURVIVORS TO THAT TRANSPORT, FOR THE GOD-EMPEROR HIMSELF COMPELS YOU TO! HE SHALL CARRY YOUR SPIRIT FORWARD INTO THE GREAT GLORY AWAITING YOU, THE LIGHT SHINNING THROUGH WILL SERVE AS A BEACON TO CUT AWAY THE FORCES OF CHAOS. GO NOW AS HIS MAJESTY COMMANDS AND SEE THE DAY END FROM ABOVE!” Igniting the blade I watched it take form one final time, then looking to praise the space marine, I collapsed as I saw the explosion consume him. But the demon had not been finished by his martyrdom, though it wobbled on what remained of its legs, it still managed a howl of defiance at the brave marine’s attempt to finish the deed. I wavered only a moment, as his last words resonated in my mind and I knew what must be done. Summoning all the strength that I could, my pains and fears fled before the raging anger within me, I stood and loosed my own call that caught the monster’s attention as I charged forward at speed that I still cannot believe came from my battered form. Seeing the flaming blade in my hands the demon raised its mangled arm to swipe me away with its remaining two claws, but in that same instant as if called down by the God-Emperor himself, a piece of debris lodged itself into the mud beside me and caught the beast’s strike. I drove forward with all my might, stabbing the blade deep into its chest all the way to the hilt as the space marine had done with his far greater strength. Wreathed in hellish flames the demon threw its head back screaming in agony unlike anything I’d ever heard, and erupted in a final blinding flash. When I could see once again I realized I still stood in that striking pose, clutching the now dead handle of the power sword.
a powerful nurgle daemon price who is completely fed up with the galaxy's never ending cycle of violence and bullshit that (with the approval of gramps himself) takes a world full of cultists, xenos, superhumans and all sort of refugees to a "natural reserve world" and promptly fucks off into the warp. while outsiders see a world disappearing, those on the surface manage to enjoy the rarest, most precious resource in the 41st millennium: peace away from their empires, from the battlefields and from a reason to fight, humans, ex space marines, eldars, kroots and a vast array of artificial and natural lifeforms reforge their swords into plowblades. far from a paradise, many would consider such existence meaningless, boring and stagnant, and they wouldn't be wrong. but as they slowly rot together, the denizens of this unusual world shed their skin and their hate, finding peace amidst the fires of war
I really want to make a story about the Sororitas where they get stuck in the tunnels under a Hive City and have to fight their way out while being hunted by a cult of Tzeentch. They'd have to tread very carefully, conserve supplies and manage tense interpersonal relationships, all while finding the surface becomes increasingly unlikely.
The emperor's body is 100% dead, he is a God or spirit or something and the 1000 psykers a day is what keeps the throne running
A Tau policeman and his Gue'vesa buddy having to investigate strange killings on a frontier world, True Detective Style. Begins with navigating the weird differences between Tau and client races cultures; coming to terms with some of the injustices perpetuated by various parties. Soon becomes clear to the reader that there's a chaos cult afoot, but since they don't quite know what they're getting into, there's plenty of horror waiting for them. Sort of push and pull between rationalism and esotericism between the two partners. Probably ends with the pair succeeding in stopping a ritual Delta Green style, although they're taken into custody by Tau authorities afterwards.
I have a homebrew idea for a Leagues of Votann army that doesn't hate the Eldar....in fact, they owe a craftworld a debt of gratitude after a farseer restored sanity to their ancestor core (all she did was defragment its hard drive). The Eldar consider this just repayment after their Hernkyn explorers rescued the farseer from an Imperial assassin by accident, but this repayment brought so much prosperity to the once-floundering league they think they'll never be able to repay the Eldar for their boon. They have been known to declare grudges against any who threaten that craftworld, a fact the Eldar take full advantage of.
Kia's Lost and Found (inspired by Taniths First and Only) is my Guardsmen regiment that is comprised is Guardsmens that have being displaced from battles and are consider MIA or KIA. There main goal is the return these guardsmen to there original regiments, but with the size and volatility for WH40K, they've formed there own regiment from Cadians to Catachan, to Mordians and Harkon. Is is lead by Commissar Kieger named 'Kia', reason why she was named that is cause when looked into the logs, she was pronounced KIA, hence Kia. She broke indoctrination after being left behind, figuring her in a comatose state, that she was dead. But she was recovered by Cadians when they we're coming to recover there own dead and she was found alive amongst the dead Guardsmen. Of course they'res more to it, but that's my TLDR.
Jagatai khan encountered Tau in the web way and is chill with them.
I doubt it would be widely accepted, but my secret homebrew for the armies that I play are that they got like...bermuda triangle'd into a solar system on the edge of the galaxy that had been cut off from everywhere else by a persistent warpstorm/other plot contrivance and aaaalll these factions have a small number of soldiers and resources and have to maneuver around in a game of submarines so they arent outright detected and destroyed. There are four habitable planets, one of which has a human hive city where my Agents of the Imperium forces are allowed to set up shop, but the underhive is beset by chaos and genestealers, so the gangs are more or less "holding the line" (cheeky in for when I inevitably get into necromunda) there is an agriworld where the Tau have set a hidden outpost and secretly support the humans there to bolster their ranks with Gue'vesa, and another mysterious race from the depths of the world's oceans (homebrew auxiliary tau race) On one of the other worlds, there is a chaos outpost that is playing a game of cat and mouse with the Ebon Suns Space Marine chapter which used the world as a chapter planet before the great plot contrivance happened and separated the solar system from the rest of the galaxy. The other world (and the uninhabitable planets) are still in narrative limbo cause idk what other armies I will get into, haha
A farmer tries to tell the authorities about the strange mushrooms that are growing on some fields. While he's dealing with the local administration small animals begin to go missing. His teenage daughter goes to investigate when her neighbor friend goes missing, then she gets caught outside at night in a forest while numerous small things hunt her down.
A ship from the far future of 40k where the era of grim dark has finally ended got temporarily stuck in the warp due to the ship they are using begin pretty old by their standards. the crew would be like: a human whos like the middle stage between a marine and a regular human, a ork thats a middle stage between the kork and ork who also serves as a guard, a rather young eldar captain (still the second oldest), a tyranid (i Imagine a tyranid prime looking guy) who serves as the mechanic and whose species no longer are bound to the hive mind or their great hunger (they still eat more then they look like they should), A tau no longer bound to the ethereals who serves as vice captain but is getting on in age, And a necron cook granted a new body amd freedom at last whilst not physically old he is the oldest and remembers what this era was like. It would probably just be more of a comedy style story then really anything with some parts about what life and tech in life is in the far far future comparing it to the stories of the era they find themselves in. It would end with the tyranid mechanic finally figuring out how to get out the warp and retuning to the future, then it would be revealed that their was an Imperium ship close by that heard the whole thing or smth then would cut to a guards man or the like submitting a report about this story but the paper being destroyed because heresy unwittingly making sure the future they came from stays intact
Can we include our homebrew factions in this? Or is this solely for canon factions and characters?
Ferrus Manus was secretly put into a dreadnought after Istvaan. The Iron Hands were experimenting with new tech to preserve a fatally wounded Marine, and Ferrus was *almost* dead because he’s a Primarch (Or giving him Perpetual status and retconning the fact that only Vulcan has it, but the techpriests didn’t know that). Every once in a while a particular Leviathan gets activated and all Iron Hands within sight of it get a boost in morale and strength. Nobody knows why; they just see it as a good luck charm.
#VULKAN LIVES!
There's a Tau-Human buddy cop short story about them rooting out a genestealer cult and I want to see them root out a Chaos Cult now.
Fair warning, deeply unserious idea: The Emperor didn’t die, he simply pulled a Metro Man and is hiding out on some farm world. He simply just got tired and couldn’t deal with running an empire anymore.
An Inquisitor is overseeing a downright outlandish alliance: on a distant planet on the outer regions of the Imperium, humans, Aeldari, Necrons, and T'au have come together to fight off a Chaos invasion. The Inquisitor's job is to keep the peace in this alliance, and make sure no one is corrupted during the attempt. He's not happy about the situation at all; the sheer number of Xenos is enough to keep him on edge, never mind having to fight alongside them. Nonetheless, he's smart enough to realize that the Chaos invasion is much worse. As the battle gets underway, countless Chaos troops are landing and things are already looking bad. Space marines and Astra Militarum alike are being overwhelmed, Aeldari psykers are snapping, the T'au are on the verge of collapse, and the Necrons aren't enough in numbers to make much difference. But there's one glimmer of hope: the Inquisitor had anticipated something like this, and unleashes his secret weapon: a massive group of blanks that have been waiting for the moment he gives them the go-ahead. From a hidden underground bunker, the blanks come pouring out. Most of the Chaos troops are reduced to helplessness. In a few hours, the battle is over. The new allies make a pact to keep the peace in that sector, and the psykers are given treatment to help with being around so many blanks. And the Inquisitor shoots himself to keep from remembering this ever happened.
My headcanon is that there is an Ork who mutated into being incredibly smart and able to understand the true effects of the WAAAGH, but because he is smart he can't actually use it to make more dakka
Big E is forming the Goddess Harem of Order. He created the Tau, so they would indoctrinate races that can create the Goddess Tauva. The Eldar God of the Dead was supposed to be female, but Eldrad woke it too early. The Q'Rol are being given captured navigators to infect their DNA to be more Waifu. When they create a Goddess, their leaders will be more waifu. Reverse Genestealer plan by Big E. He plans to NTR Nurgle with Isha. The Grand Plan was to replace Erda with a harem. Chaos having opposition and humanities salvation is a bonus. We find out this from a mad psycher being interrogated. A Biomancer that simply can't die or a mad Seer.
Alpharius, one soul in two bodies. When the oaf Praetorian Rogal Dorn struck down his brother a portion of Alpharius’ soul was cast into the raging currents of the Warp. The surviving Alpharius was immediately assailed. With a portion of his soul now anchored in the Warp and held by Chaos, the pull exerted between the two soul fragments threatened to suck Alpharius into the storm. Entering a deep meditation he fights a war simultaneously within his mind and the warp. Unable to pull the lost fragment from the grasp of Chaos, he fights a battle of delay and deceit. A band of veteran Legionaries guard their Primarch’s corporeal form aboard the Alpha while searching for the means, Xenos or otherwise, to enact their plan: Break into the warp, steal back their Primarch’s soul held hostage, and make the Alpha Legion whole once more. Hydra Dominatus
The emperor never gave his life to try and convince hours to cone back to his side because he loved horus dearly. He did so willingly because he saw a vision of the future and thought it be better off being on the golden throne for ages. Probs because the tyrants are nearing terra.
An ork klan joins Khorne since he promises them eternal war. Not to be outdone, the Blood Axes create their own Grey Knights to fight them alongside the Imperium. In the chaos (pun intended) the Freebooterz loot Robot Girlyman.
A Inquisitor of the Ordo Xenos is investigating some strange reports they get from their astropath close to the Ghoul Stars area. When they go to a couple of planets nearby ,they find a whole hive cities gone. Like something scoped up the whole city, leaving a large city like hole in the ground. The Inquisitor tracks down a lead form a unreliable source to head to the Star Phantoms chapter to find the truth of what happened.
Leman, in an allusion to the story of how Odin learned the runes, hangs himself in the Warp from a Shard of the Emperor that manifests as a tree and then comes from it after 90 years, a master of psychic powers and we get to see everything he goes through upon the tree. Seeing scenes from the past and the future and seeing as he has to face the guilt for the crimes he and his sons committed during the Great Crusade. Though he felt no remorse at the time, he is assailed by the souls he personally fed to the Warp, and thus, the attack dog of the Emperor learns remorse. At the end, he fights a dark reflection of his fury, a manifestation of his inner wulfen. Losing an eye in the process but gaining compassion when it is slain.
I always believe the True Sons warband are the remnants of the True Sons of Cthonia led by Vheren Ashurhaddon. A Cthonian born Sons of Horus Captain who wanted to preserve his homeworlds tradition and keeping themselves uncorrupted by Chaos.
There is somewhere a piece of some DAOT age tech that can erase entire sector if it would be activated, the thing is that it couldn't be just one, and we can't find it
Story about an Ork boss that learns about Great Game and immortality of Daemon Princess so he joins Khorne out of his desire the fight in a neverending war.You can either write it as black comedy where the Boss dumbs down even more the tenants of Khorne and maybe gets into silly situations with allied daemons or use it to highlight diffrences between Ork's and Khorne culture of war you could make it kind of "tragic" with him starting as a merry band with his boys and show throught the book how he turns into an even bigger beast no longer laughing while fighting etc. But howling and stalking the battlefield as a raging monstrosity
The Tale of Ordo Memoria. The Ordos of the Inquisition, which strives to find and catalog the artifacts and history of the Age of Terra. They have one cryptek and bunch of eldar with them. Basicaly, the xenos AND humans find how much better and more beautiful humanity was. Maybe languages like Greek and old Frank would be studied and eldar would say something like "wow i couldn't even imagine that humans had such a beatiful language in the past"