It is the 41st millenium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emporer has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the Gods, and the master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustable armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power fron 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 truely die.
Yet even in his deathless state,the Emporer continues his Eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the Daemon-infested miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, thier way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emporer's will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Thier comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever vigilant Inquisition and the tech-preists of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for ll thier multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants,- and worse.
To be a man in such times is to be one amongst the untold billions. It is to live n the cruellest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. 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 dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.
Yet even in his deathless state,the Emporer continues his Eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the Daemon-infested miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, thier way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emporer's will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Thier comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever vigilant Inquisition and the tech-preists of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for ll thier multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants,- and worse.
To be a man in such times is to be one amongst the untold billions. It is to live n the cruellest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. 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 dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.
