By the Word and the Will of the Master of Mankind, Imperator Imperatoris, Terra Regnum,
It is hereby decreed that Magnus, Primarch of the XVth Legiones Astartes, be brought forth in censure and bound by law to stand before the Throne Imperial of Terra, there to answer for his actions and those of his gene-sons.
To this end is Leman Russ, Primarch of the VIth Legiones Astartes, so charged upon the deliverance of his brother, by any and all means he may find needful, without limit in law, sanction or imposition of attainder, unto the limitless void and the last day.
Thought of the Day:
The fires of war burn brightly from star to star. Everywhere the fortresses of Man are steeped in blood and ancient enemies appear from the darkness. Sensing weakness they gather for the kill. They know as we know that night approaches and all mortal life shall be extinguished. We know, as they cannot, that there shall be a new dawn and a new day when we will rise and they will be driven into the darkness forever.
So I have a folder full of these, but here are some of my favorite Emperor moments I’ve collected from If The Emperor Had A Text To Speech Device series. Feel free to use them to express the Emperor’s Will or to just have a snappy comeback to whatever idiocy you have to put up with today.
The wondrous universe of Wahammer 40.000 - The Imperium of Man, part I: The Emperor of Mankind
All posts “The wondrous universe of Wahammer 40.000″ are meant to be a simplified lore narration, in hope to encourage beginners and new people to approach this awesome story. I can’t and will not claim to compete with the depth of information sported by Warhammer Wikia or Lexicanum.
The first few post will be about Mankind, the centre of WH40K narration, and since its lore is IMMENSE, I will divide it in some parts for ease’s sake. I do not own any of the images I’ll attach, and I’ll always mention the artists at the end of the post
The God Emperor of Mankind, the saviour of all humans, the greatest man ever lived. Thanks to him, humans now call a great part of the galaxy their own, and can fight all alien threats head on.
His origin is uncertain, he is said to be born around 8000 BC in Anatolia . These are the main theories, :
1) Official 1&2 edition: Hundeds of human shamans committed a ritual suicide to be reborn in a single divine individual, capable of protecting mankind from the Chaos Gods.
2) He is a Perpetual, a mighty but ultimately human psyker who lived hundreds of lifetimes and has the will to use all the knowledge earned this way.
3) Other speculations, such the C’tan Theory, but they were all invalidated by GW or show some inconstistencies themselves.
Through all the Dark Age of Technology he stayed in the shadows, sometimes acting as a leader but for the most time observing, learning and waiting the proper moment. The Age of Strife was coming to an end when he went back to Terra. The planet was isolated from the rest of the former human empire and ruled by techno-barbarian tribes in a post-apocalyptic wasteland; there he decided to reveal himself, using his mastery of genetics to create the Thunder Warriors, precursors of the Space Marines. Through the Unification Wars he united all Terra under a single banner, and then he convinced the Mechanicus of Mars he was the messiah (Omnissiah) of their Machine God, so they joined his cause and built weapons and ships for the nascent Imperial Army.
But before starting the conquest, he needed generals to serve him. So, using the powers stolen from the Gods Of Chaos in Molech millennia before, he started to create 20 super human Primarchs. But the Ruinous powers were angered for that, and snatched them away from the incubators, and scattered them across the Galaxy. With the remaining genetic material the Emperor created 20 legions of his elite troops, the Space Marines, vowing to find each Primarch during his conquest of the galaxy. So humanity embarked in the Great Crusade, to claim the stars for mankind once more.
Everytime a Primarch was discovered, the Emperor embraced him and put him at the head of a Legion, and eventually all Primarchs were found. When the Great Crusade was at the peak of its glory, the Horus Heresy erupted. Horus was the favourite son of the Emperor and among the most respected commanders of the Imperial Army. His soul corrupted by Chaos, he rebelled agains the Emperor when he was back on Terra, working on a way to allow mankind to use the Eldar Webway. 9 Primarchs and Legions joined the Heresy, and the bloody war was brought to Terra, at the heart of the Empire. In the end the Emperor confronted Horus on his flagship but, held back by his love for the son, he wasn’t able to destroy him immediately. Eventually Horus was slain and burned out of existence (so his soul couldn’t be resurrected in the Warp), but the Emperor himself was mortally wounded. He was brought back to Terra and inserted in a life support machine called The Golden Throne, which keeps him from dying to this day. His body is broken, but his mind and psychic power lives on, keeping daemons from attacking Terra and sustaining the Astronomican, a device which allows mankind to travel the Warp without being istantly torn to pieces by daemons. From this come the say “The Emperor Protects”. If he were to die, darker times would approach for humanity.
In the aftermath of the Horus Heresy, the Emperor began to be worshipped as a god everywhere in the Imperium, despite his will to put aside religion and mysticism when he was properly alive: the Imperial Truth was meant to lead humanity to a utopia of science and reason, but he underestimated the human need for believing in something greater. However, it seems this faith generates psychic power by itself, helping the Emperor in his task to protect mankind, it is a beacon of hope against the billions of enemies mankind has to face day by day.
Artists in order of appearance: RAFFETIN,
Robbie MacNiven, d1sarmon1a,
“When you play the game of thrones you win or you take over the world, launch a crusade across the stars, only to have your favoured son turn against you, start a catastrophic civil war and nearly kill you so that you end up upon a Golden Throne for ten thousand years whilst the empire you built warps into a twisted version of your vision.” - The Emperor of Mankind