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NUMBER 1 FULCI FAN posted:Wait who was the Slaaneshi? Nobody seemed overly horny or sexy Not sure which book - Cyrion.
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Telsa Cola posted:So, does he reunite with his shard? No.
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Magnus, you little poo poo.Immanentized posted:Also it cost Ahriman his face. I think one of the authors (maybe ADB, not sure) sorta-debunked that theory. There's a discussion somewhere with the author about whether or not that comment was meant to be taken literally, and the answer was "maybe".
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Arquinsiel posted:That's still the same problem. One dude knowing some of the truth isn't enough. Gotta have redundancies and teamwork. There were 19 more primarchs to carry that load with Horus. Forget which book it is, but Malcador and Dorn had this exact discussion right before (or during) the Siege. Maclador says that Dorn (and probably others) would not have been able to tolerate an enemy who was so incredibly alien and difficult to really comprehend. They would have researched and studied, and eventually fallen because of this drive to understand it. As I recall, Dorn agreed with the sentiment.
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Old-school throwback reference in Gate of Bones. Anyone remember Ilyan Nastasé? He's now a proper Eldar.
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Biplane posted:Dead Men Walking was alright. Krieg v Necrons. I appreciated the fact that the title applied to either side.
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Deptfordx posted:Wait. What? Only the insane have strength enough to prosper.
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Kaal posted:I think my preferred headcanon is that Sigmar is probably Leman Russ, and that the Emperor sent him on a quest to protect a world in the Eye of Terror that was critical to his Webway Project. I could buy him being a Custodes. Valdor could probably handle a planet on his own, and as a bonus, this is why no one knew (until Penitent) where he went.
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Frogcroakley posted:Hey, I'm Nate - thanks a million for enjoying the book so much! Gravitas Shortfall, who is my mate, pointed out your post to me and it properly made my day. What purchase option puts the most money in your pocket? I'd like to pick it up myself, but I'm undecided on which format/version.
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Arcsquad12 posted:But one of them is named Holofurnace. Holo. Furnace. Can't remember - did he lose his head? https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holofernes
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Telsa Cola posted:I have not but perusing the wiki and spoilers states that the literal shard of virtue and loyalty got put into the person who later became the first grey knight Supreme Master, was said to be primarch like, and does not have a confirmed death. If you read Fury of Magnus, the idea that there are noble/virtuous shards is explicitly rejected. They can all be noble/good/etc. Magnus saves innocent, loyalist citizens' lives, even as he's infiltrating the Palace.
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Brendan Rodgers posted:A legion like the Blood Angels will have that Inquisition relationship, but there are definitely chapters that will not be getting personal deliveries from the Inquisition. You say that, but the Celestial Lions got a personal delivery very recently.
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notaspy posted:I don't remember this bit, could you jog my memory as I only pay half attention to anything Spoilered, just in case: And in a sunless realm, the sun rose at last. The light of dawn was palpable on Ra’s armour as well as his skin. It was a pressure, a presence with searing physicality. The enemy hordes felt it as acid on their skin. The creatures – daemons no matter what secular truths held strong – lost what little order they had ever possessed. The Anathema! Ra heard their frantic agony as a sick scraping on the edges of his mind. The Anathema comes! The sun rises! His features were those of one born in the wild lands of Ancient Eurasia. His skin was a Terran blend of bronze and burnt umber, His eyes darker still, His hair darkest of all. The long black fall of His hair was held by a simple circlet crown of metal leaves, binding the mane back from His face so He could fight. More practical than regal. He moved as a man moved, coming through the straining ranks of His guardians on foot, pushing through the press of bodies on the rare instances they didn’t instinctively move aside for Him. He wore gold, as all of His guardians wore gold. The same sigils of Terran Unity and Imperial nobility that showed on their armour were cast thricefold upon His own. His armour joints didn’t growl with the crude industrial snarl of mass-manufactured legionary plate, but purred with the song of older, purer technologies. On His back, held by a simple strap against His flowing red cloak, was an ornate bolter of black and bronze. In His hand He carried a sword – one that looked nothing like the blade portrayed in the victory murals and illustrated sagas. By the standards of Terran lords and kings it was inarguably beautiful, but in the grip of the ruler of an entire species it was, perhaps, rather plain. A weapon to wield, a tool for shedding blood, not an ornament to be admired. Impossibly complicated circuitry latticed its blade, black and coppery against a silver so hallowed that it was almost blue. In other wars on other worlds He had greeted His Custodians with subtle telepathy, speaking their names as He passed them before a battle. Here He was more restrained, moving to the embattled front rank without offering any acknowledgement at all. Of the Neverborn, some broke ranks and fled. These cowardly shards of their vile masters knew that destruction had come. Some tore into each other, cannibalising their kindred for strength in the face of destruction. Some lost what little grasp they had on corporeality, their forms melting and dissolving before the sword-wielding monarch even reached the front lines. The strongest raged at the sin of His existence. With a gestalt bellow loud enough to shake the windless air of this alternate reality, they fought to reach their archenemy. Ra was at the Emperor’s right side, spear whirling, lashing out to punch through the amorphous bodies of flailing blue creatures that wailed through their many mouths. Sweat baked his face inside his helm. The blood in his muscles was heavier than liquid lead. ‘Orders, sire?’ The Emperor raised His sword in a two-handed grip. As His knuckles tightened, the geography of circuitry ignited along the blade’s length, spitting electrical fire and wreathing the sword’s length in flame. He didn’t speak. He didn’t look at any of His warriors. The sword came down. The webway caught fire. <...> Shapes raged in the flames – shadows and suggestions doing battle with the daemons, their fiery forms indistinct and ever-changing. The fire-born avatars of fallen Ten Thousand, knee-deep in psychic fire and thrusting with lances of flame. The silhouettes of Space Marines, the betrayed dead of Isstvan bearing axes and blades and claws; half-seen sigils of slaughtered Legions obscured by the ash of their blackened armour. A giant among giants, its great hands bared and ready as it seared forwards at the crest of the tidal fire. The tenth son of a dying empire, so briefly reborn in his father’s immolating wrath. Daemons burned in their thousands, their aetheric flesh seared from their false bones. White flame haloed from the sword in corrosive, purifying radiance. It coruscated in thrashing waves from each fall of the Emperor’s blade. To look at Him was to go blind. To stand before Him was to die. <...> Torrents of chemical fire marked Zhanmadao’s position to Ra’s left. Ra could hear the draconic roar of incendium pikes, burning the still-thrashing creatures that had fallen beneath the blades of the Custodians’ first rank. The Ten Thousand and their golden king were shin-deep in ash, the smoky spectres of daemonic entities flailing as they were swallowed by the Emperor’s fire. The daemons that managed to reach the Emperor suffered worst of all. The strongest, most savage of their kind, they swung weapons at a man who was no longer there, cleaving through the golden mist that swirled in His place. With thunder-cracks of psychic force, the golden warlord would appear at the beasts’ backs, His flaming sword already buried in their spines. Fire erupted behind their eyes, boiling and bursting them from within. Their sizzling gore soaked Ra and the Custodians closest to their sire. Exaltation quickened Ra’s blood, the cure to the weariness that had slowed him. He was tired beyond belief, yet that had never mattered so little. Each beat of his still-living heart was vengeance, vindication. We’re winning. He could feel it in the renewed curses and oaths across the vox as the Ten Thousand advanced. They weren’t just holding their ground. Whatever genius the Emperor had worked in order to stand with them in this final hour had worked. Nothing could stand before them. The Emperor turned to Ra, hurling His sword as a spear. It lanced over the Custodian’s shoulder, driving to the hilt in the skull of a creature Ra barely even saw before it was reduced to burning sludge. In a flare of sun-enriched mist, the blade was back in the Emperor’s hand, spinning, falling, killing. And still the Emperor advanced. A reptilian canine leapt at him only to rip through the air where he had been standing. It gurgled molten blood as the Emperor’s sword manifested within its throat. The warlord clutched it in place a second longer before ripping it free and moving on. Still the enemy came – a tide, a flood. Ra stole glances back to the wraithbone gateway, so incongruous against the Mechanicum’s machinery, watching robed Unifiers passing into the blue mist, escorted by packs of the last surviving Silent Sisters. Soon enough only the Ten Thousand remained at their master’s side.
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Just finished Echoes of Eternity, and holy poo poo Vulkan dunking on Magnus one of the most satisfying parts of the whole series.
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OPAONI posted:If you don't mind posting spoilers, I love a good dunking. These are from a conversation in the Webway, in the moments between physical blows Magnus: “What do I have to justify? Each time I was attacked, I defended myself. Each time they tried to silence me, I made sure to speak out. The Imperium lavished punishments upon my Legion, draping its hypocrisy over us as a funeral shroud. We fought back” Vulkan: “Look at the horrors your side has unleashed upon Terra. The massacres, the mutations. Magnus, you are taking part in the extinction of your species… You cannot truly think you have done nothing wrong. Even you, brother. Even you, in your arrogance, cannot believe this is justified.” Magnus, using Lorgar's arguments: “Necessity justifies all. And this is necessary. Without this primeval force, without this Chaos, there will be stagnation. Ignorance instead of illumination. Existence instead of life. I did not write the laws of our universe, brother. I take no joy in the truth of reality. But I won’t hide from it.” Vulkan: “Necessary according to whom? The alien god that exalted you and now demands you commit genocide?” ... Vulkan: “Russ was lied to by Horus, deceived into attacking.” Magnus: “I know. It changes nothing” Vulkan: “But it should. You, who value truth so highly, willingly align yourself with the one that engineered Prospero’s death. And when the Space Wolves fleet arrived in your sky, what did you do, Magnus? Did you try to enlighten Russ? Did you use your power to prevent the assault? Or did your belief in your own persecution leave you assuming the worst of the Emperor’s intentions? All witness accounts say you languished in your tower, welcoming the destruction as your penance, until you decided to fight in the final hours, when it was far too late to stop the massacre. ... Why would the Emperor order you and your entire Legion dead? Did you not stop to wonder at the scale of this misunderstanding?” ... Magnus: “But how was I to know? He refused to tell me of His grand plan. If He had told me…” Vulkan: “Again, you see the worst in all others, absolving yourself of blame. Why did you need to know of the Great Work? You were warned not to toy with the warp. We all were. But you couldn’t resist. You believed that you knew more, that you knew best. And why is it that you alone lament being kept unapprised of father’s plans? Why is Sanguinius not enraged that he never knew of the Webway Project? Why am I not enraged that I was kept ignorant of it? Why did you need to know?” Magnus: “Had I known the truth, I would never have… done what I did. Father should have told me.” Vulkan, laughing in disbelief: “How could father have predicted you would defy His one command? Not only did you use the warp against His orders, you fuelled your psychic warning with human sacrifice. How could any of us have known you were capable of such barbarity?” Long passage: “Here,’ said the Magnus of Now, watching the Magnus of Then. ‘Here is where I made my choice. You saw the Emperor make His final offer to me. You heard Him promise me a new Legion, if I would only forsake Horus and come back to you all. A matter of mere weeks ago, brother. Will you tell me you’ve forgotten it?’ Vulkan sighed. He seemed suddenly weary. ‘That is not what transpired here, Magnus. The last unstained shard of your soul burst into the Throne Room and begged to be saved. With a heavy heart, father refused you. That is what I saw. That is what happened.’ Magnus’ laughter was blunt, practically a derisive bark. ‘And you say I’m the one who has been deceived?’ Vulkan was too tired to rise to the bait. He met derision with solemnity. ‘This thing that runs through you, this chaotic force you proclaim as freedom, is not a disease to be caught on contact. It is the layer of emotion behind reality, a poison that has achieved near sentience. It makes its prey into willing victims in their own damnation. You are riven by it, Magnus. Hollowed out by it. And it was already in your Legion, in your sons’ blood and genetic code, in the form of the Flesh Change. And when you dealt with the Pantheon, believing you had cured your children, all you really achieved was a deepening of the taint, hiding it from sight, delaying the inevitable. This thing, this force, cannot be cured, Magnus. You cannot pray it away once the rot sets in. Once you are on the Path… your fate is sealed.’ ‘Wait, Vulkan. Wait. How can this be? How do you know all of this?’ In the silence that reigned in the wake of those words, the Throne Room began to fade. Golden mist hazed its way around them, revealing patches of wraithbone architecture. Vulkan was relentless, his voice growing firmer. ‘How could the Emperor ever trust you now? Why would He offer you a new Legion, let alone a place at His side? You dreamed up your own redemption, just to give yourself something to rage against. Because you need to feel as though you are the one choosing, not having the choices made for you. The creature that exalted you will never let you see the chains that bind[…]”
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Christopher Walken for Emperor, but he's Jason Momoa when he's got his glamour on.
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Arc Hammer posted:John Mikl Thor with a beard to play Logan Grimnar After the bitch-fest that was Wolftime, they should get the kid that played Joffrey on the GoT show to be Grimnar.
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IshmaelZarkov posted:Mechanicus might be the single best 40k licensed game out there and is worth grabbing for the soundtrack alone. Highly recommended 00001010/00001010 I just wanted to say that I got this reference, and I'm not too petty to be proud of myself.
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Arquinsiel posted:His tears. They explain this pretty regularly. The rear end that launched a thousand shells.
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Xenomrph posted:I don’t get the pun Not sure how/why it's a pun. It's a reference to this, as alluded to by Arquinsiel.
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Idris Elba as a Salamander, on a buddy cop adventure with everyone's favorite rear end in a top hat Custodian, Maldovar Colquan, played by Cavill. Jim Carey has a little bit of screen time as Trazyn.
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Azubah posted:He still does awful things only when necessary, like gunning down the 'nid infected couple who "survived" in one Tau book. Not awful, necessary, unless you're into Genestealer cults.
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Miguel Prado posted:Did anybody start Wrath of the Lost? Is it worth picking up? Just finished it. I'm not sure how I feel about it. If you like your Flesh Tearers as unrepentant, childish assholes, you'll love it. You could have swapped them for the Marines Malevolent without much fuss. There are no new reveals, nor any in-depth look at the Primaris/Fisrtborn relationship issues. It was kind of a slog. Do you like everyone feeling the Thirst and the Rage? Buckle up, because it's on every page. Almost literally. Also, absolutely every Astartes is a colossal rear end in a top hat.
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Nuclear War posted:the 3,650,000,000 psykers and their families might not agree it's worth it just to be oppressed by the imperium. Not defending it, but on the other hand, they'd probably be less agreeable with their family member's body turning into living portal for the warp. Being born a psyker would suck hard. The absolute best outcome would be to become an inquisitor or a Librarian, for certain definitions of "best".
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CottonWolf posted:And isn't the implication that the Iron Men originally went funky because of Chaos corrupting the AIs? I'm not sure where that's coming from in my head though. I think what you're referring to are the ones produced by the STC that Gaunt's Ghosts found. I'm not aware of that being a thing in general. As far as I know, the story is that they rebelled against humanity, with no concrete reason given why. I think it's one of those things deliberately left to readers' imaginations.
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Benagain posted:imagine if angry ron had found that guy and gone "yeah he totally does suck" Pretty sure that's exactly what Dorn said when Malcador restored his memory. In Master of Mankind, there's a conversation between the Emperor and Custodian Ra (after Magnus did his Kool Aid Man impression) about Traitor Marines in the Webway: “There are always traitors, Ra. After the Ten Thousand performed the Asharik Silencing, I told you all that there was one sin far graver than betrayal.’ ‘Failure.” I think the two Primarchs failed at something so completely that the Emperor wiped them and memories of them out of existence. Not necessarily actively turning against him, but failing to carry out the duties he gave them, intentionally or not.
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Chas McGill posted:I never expected to read the phrase 'sublimely sexy' in a Warhammer book. Can anyone guess/remember what book it was used in? Dead Sky, Black Sun
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I remember reading one excerpt/passage that regarding the Exorcists' use of possession: The marine was possessed by a daemon. Thankfully for the marine, his willpower was strong enough to resist the daemon, and with the aid of the Chaplains/Librarius/etc., the daemon was thrown out of the body. However, on the way out, the daemon decided that if it couldn't possess the body, no one else could either, and burned out the marine's ability to feel strong emotion. Later in the story, another daemon tries to possess the same marine, but because of the previous daemon's actions, finds him to be essentially a poisoned well, and nopes out.
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Dick Trauma posted:Dammit I am so far behind the rest of you. I will be in a nursing home before I get to the siege of Terra. Kylaer posted:Time no longer exists, don't worry, we'll all be here waiting when you catch up. Dick Trauma, What transpires in your room at the nursing home, I cannot say. What horrors you have endured, I cannot imagine. All I know for certain is this: I am mere hours away from your city limits, and in a few minutes will be in the highways around your city. With me I will bring the might of an entire 2 liter Pepsi, and I am not alone; word has reached me from Reddit and Slashdot, at the vanguard of the Internet. Our memes are enough to cleanse the web and tear the world from Tiktok's grip. Hold on to hope, brother. That is all I ask. Can you give me that? Can you stand your ground for the last, ultimate hours? Those elusive twins, LOL and ROFL are coming. This Internet fight ends the moment I reach your facility. Hold, in the name of Depends and the forums we have built together. I will be with you in The Boo Barn soon.
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DAD LOST MY IPOD posted:storm of iron was my first 40K book and it was good, and holds up, not because of the prose or the characterization but because it’s intensely atmospheric in the most 40K way possible: confusing, bombastic, contextless violence, starting without warning and ending without purpose. My first one, too. It really grabbed me when I read it. I had been reading Forgotten Reams stuff, but was getting really annoyed at all the endless whining, monologuing, and navel-gazing everytime a hero was less than perfect, and how the good guys always won. The grimdarkness and everyone being various shades of terrible was (and still is) a breath of fresh air.
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DAD LOST MY IPOD posted:in tank form Neat, just like Russ.
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Shockeh posted:On deep, revoked cuts, reminder that prior to the HH books, there was a heavy implication that Ferrus Manus was in fact, C'tan corrupted himself, and might just simply be one, pretending to be a Primarch. What's the source for this? I've never heard this before.
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Queue 40,000: Pre-Orders Rising I was there, the day customers slew the queue. I was present when GW abandoned the love of retail for the lies preorders. I was there as the web site was corrupted from within.
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Sephyr posted:EVERY side are the warcrimes guys. I will not stand for this Graft erasure.
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Xenomrph posted:Oh yeah before I forget, someone recommend some good 40K audiobooks to burn future Audible credits on. If the Night Lords trilogy is on Audible, get that post haste.
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