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Introduction
Topic Started: Sep 27 2008, 01:57 AM (129 Views)
Noah Dulmaire
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Noble-Born Assassin
It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Terra. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.

Yet in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battle fleets cross the Daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor’s will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds.

Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bioengineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever-vigilant Inquisition and the Tech-Priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name but a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants—and worse.

For ten thousand years, the Inquisition has waged a covert war for humanity's continued survival. It is a perilous struggle, and only the strongest will may attempt such fates. The Inquisitor has at his disposal a host of the most talented individuals the Imperium can provide, for it is a war against heretics, traitors and the very physical manifestation of Chaos itself. With one second of laxity, entire worlds can burn in the fires of daemonic possession. The threat that Chaos poses to humanity far outweighs that of the most malevolent alien race. The daemonic are without number, and their legions span the galaxy... but faith does not tire.

To be a man is such times is to be one amongst untold billons. It is to live in the cruellest and most bloody regime imaginable. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war.

There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of the thirsting gods.
Edited by Noah Dulmaire, May 25 2009, 01:18 PM.
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