diff --git a/en.txt b/en.txt index b34eadb..54e0591 100644 --- a/en.txt +++ b/en.txt @@ -59,10 +59,12 @@ Bommer Boreaus Borenza Boros +Borth Boyz Bradburn Bretonnian Brigitta +Broodmind Budi Bugga Bullen @@ -127,9 +129,12 @@ Deathwing Deathworld Deffblasta Departmento +Dessavane Deth Devils Dihydrogen +Dirkden +Dirkden's Domine Doomblaster Dorden @@ -145,6 +150,8 @@ Dulan Duniash Durath Durath's +Dvorg +Dvorg's EIDOLON Earthshaker Ecclesiarch @@ -185,6 +192,7 @@ Ferdan Fighta Fischig Fists +Fortwall Frederiks Frigidus Fulgrim @@ -205,6 +213,7 @@ Ghazghkull Ghazghkull's Ghazgkhull Gibli +Glaive Glamorga Gobbitz Gobstikk @@ -218,6 +227,7 @@ Gorsameth's Gottlieb Gottschalk Gottschalk's +Grandsire Gretchin Greyfax Grimnar @@ -236,6 +246,8 @@ Hastor's Heer Helltown Helveticus +Henger +Henger's Hephaestos Hereticus Hessel @@ -248,6 +260,7 @@ Hucks Humie Humies Hummie +Hyperia Icehearts Ichar Immolator @@ -256,6 +269,7 @@ Imperial Imperialis Imperium Indoctrinations +Innerwyrm Inq Inquisitor Invictus @@ -266,10 +280,12 @@ Issus Jaghatai Jaghatai's Janssen +Jarsya Jaynak Jenks Jhelisdai Jopal +Juthra KHORNE Kaarlson Kaarlson's @@ -291,6 +307,7 @@ Khum Kieras Kimmeria Kirishi +Klados Knyas'muad Kobal Kojhmar @@ -305,6 +322,7 @@ Kreig Krieg Krigos Kroksnik +Krooldakka Krukfang Kryptman Kult @@ -330,6 +348,7 @@ Lictor's Lictors Lifeform Liutenant +Logisticarum Lomas Lothar Lothar's @@ -365,6 +384,7 @@ Maugan Mauryon Mauves Mechanicus +Megaborealis Mek Mekaniak Mensha @@ -399,12 +419,16 @@ Nissa Novamarines Nurgle Ocularis +Officio Olex +Omnissiah's +Omphide Ordo Ork Ork's Orks PORPHYR +Pater Patterner Perturabo Perturabo's @@ -420,6 +444,7 @@ Primarch's Primarchs Primus Proccuppio +Purestrain Pyran Quan Ratling @@ -428,8 +453,10 @@ Ravenwing Rawne Razorback Reductor +Reductus Reille Reille's +Rescalid Rhino Ridge Roboute @@ -473,7 +500,11 @@ Sons Sorcerer Soric Sororitas +Speedboss +Speedwaaagh +Starborn Stormseers +Strategos Strike Stromm Svergan @@ -490,7 +521,9 @@ Tearers Tech-Priests Techmarines Tegus +Tempestor Tempestora +Tempestus Templars Tenathis Terminator's @@ -526,10 +559,13 @@ Ultima Ultramar Ultramarine Ultramarines +Umari +Underworks Unforgiven Ursarkar Urthwart Uruk +VIGILUS Vagin Vallkante Varro @@ -538,14 +574,17 @@ Varsavian Vaul Verhek Veril +Vermis Veteran Victorix Vidor Vidor's +Vigilus Vogen Von Voss Vostroyan +Vrannik WAAAAAARGH Waaagh Waaargh @@ -561,6 +600,7 @@ We's Wendel Westerisle Worldeaters +Wurm XENO XLVII XR @@ -587,6 +627,7 @@ arnitisui auspex autochthonous autogun +autoguns autopistol ba'al bakk @@ -640,6 +681,7 @@ electro em'll everyfing eyepatch +fanes fieldcraft flambeaux flamer @@ -649,6 +691,7 @@ foetal foetid foodstations footsloggers +forcefields foundings fountaining fraggers @@ -672,6 +715,7 @@ havocs hawkishly hearted hivers +hivesprawl humies iashupu ichor @@ -756,18 +800,23 @@ shuriken sigils skalds skintrader +slinked smushed sniggered sorceries sorcerous spiritu +stablight +stablights stealin stoneworks straffing strongpoints +stubbers stunties subsector superluminous +taloned techplastic techplastics teleported @@ -799,6 +848,7 @@ waypoint we's we'z webway +whatever's where'd wittled wiv @@ -806,7 +856,11 @@ worlder woz wraithbone wraithornes +wyrm xeno +xenocult +xenocultist +xenocultists xenos yoosless yooz diff --git a/en/wh40k/a b/en/wh40k/a index 30564bb..fad0db4 100644 --- a/en/wh40k/a +++ b/en/wh40k/a @@ -179,6 +179,17 @@ for this reason and then fear them once more. % +‘All is ground to rot and rust +within the crushing jaws of +the metallophagic wyrm. We +are but the tattered flesh +caught between its fangs. In +consumption shall we know +blessed apotheosis.’ + + - Clamavus Aesoch Glauve + ‘The Vox Entropic’ +% “And so our time in Vogen dragged on, the days blurring into one long continuous battle, the only respite being a few moments of fitful sleep snatched when we could. But even here the horror could intrude in the form of nightmares that, if anything, seemed more real than the horror which induced them. The battle for the city simply went on and on, an diff --git a/en/wh40k/b b/en/wh40k/b index db89307..e82a419 100644 --- a/en/wh40k/b +++ b/en/wh40k/b @@ -1,3 +1,7 @@ +Bounty: 100 guild slivers to anyone who brings in a dead I'll-be-a-traitor. +300 guild-slivers for them as catcher a live one for the Grandsire's sport. +Speak to Wurm. If you know, you know... +% Bragg nodded without question. His great physical strength was an assignment to the Ghosts, and was matched by his geniality and willingness to help. He reminded Gaunt of some great blunt weapon, like a club: deadly when @@ -112,6 +116,10 @@ ruins of the bunker and shouted. “Like I said, Sergeant. Ready your men. We’ve wasted enough time already. We have a battle to win!” % +Brothers and sisters, your champions walk amongst you, anointed with +greatness by the Star Children. Yet they do not seek to rule you; they are of +you. Patriarch be praised, they are you! +% BURNING DEATH SPEED FREEKS Below was some sort of Humie supply dump, with stacks of crates and barrels, @@ -131,3 +139,16 @@ ramshackle, bellowing vehicles snaked and twisted like a living thing as it converged on its prey. % +By the pick, and the laser, +and the blasting charge +of the miner shall our +chains be broken. By the +talon, and the fang, and +the blade of the blessed +ones shall our enemies +be laid low. By the glad +song of our souls shall the +Star Children know us, +and bring us the gift of +final unity. +% diff --git a/en/wh40k/f b/en/wh40k/f index ecc7a72..c54951d 100644 --- a/en/wh40k/f +++ b/en/wh40k/f @@ -1,3 +1,7 @@ +Fear no more the formless terrors of the priests sermons. Suffer no more their +chartiring lash. With the wyrm-form brand upon your flesh, you will become the +thing they fear, and you will make them suffer. +% Field Analyst Marquanse supped at the foul-tasting brew that had been passed to him by the sour-faced Mordian on his diff --git a/en/wh40k/g b/en/wh40k/g index 2491753..f8f0a1d 100644 --- a/en/wh40k/g +++ b/en/wh40k/g @@ -1,3 +1,19 @@ +‘Give me a gun and, yes, I will slay the Imperial +oppressors in the name of the Star Children until +its chambers are empty, its magazine spent. But +give me bombs and I will bring the fastnesses of +the unbelievers crashing down upon their heads. I +will break their engines of war, sever their bridges +and topple their fanes. Let me fight as the Star +Children meant for me to fight, and I will bring +you victory.’ + - Jarsya Dessavane, Reductus Saboteur of the + Cult of the Innerwyrm +% +Give praise the Star Children! Give praise to the Master +Below! Give praise for deliverance, and freedom, and ascension! +Give praise! Give praise! Give praise! +% GIVE THE SQUIDDIES NO QUARTER. ISSUED: General Kojhmar, Strategic Command % diff --git a/en/wh40k/h b/en/wh40k/h index 4f0f0a5..8f3aeba 100644 --- a/en/wh40k/h +++ b/en/wh40k/h @@ -3,6 +3,44 @@ shares its crime of existence. Inquisitor Apollyon % +Henger broke cover when the urge to do so was ignited by the +Broodmind. He screamed a battle cry as he pounded across +the roadway towards the Imperial bunker. His brood came +with hint, some firing their autoguns front the hip, others +simply dashing towards the enemy position while yelling their hate. +Muzzle flare lit up the bunker’s gun-slit as heavy stubbers awoke. Their +clattering roar filled the air and echoed from the machine-sheds all +around. Their bullets plucked Henger’s brothers and sisters from their +feet one after another. Somewhere behind the bunker a stablight lit with +a flat bang and flooded the scene with blinding radiance. + Raked with fire, half-blinded and seemingly defenceless, lesser +warriors might have broken then and fled back to the shadows. Henger +and his brood kept running, driven on by fanatical devotion and the +bolstering comfort of Pater Vermis’ regard through the Broodmind. +With the eyes of their Patriarch upon them, the faithful could +achieve miracles. + Barely a third of the Neophytes made it across the roadway to press +themselves flat against the front wall of the bunker. It was more than +enough. Henger and two others pulled the pins from militia-grade frag +grenades then bowled them through the bunker’s gun-slit. A trio of dull +thumps came from within. Smoke billowed. The stubbers fell silent. + Henger and the survivors of his brood slid around the bunker’s flanks +like moon-cast cloud shadows. As they moved up to the chain-link fence +beyond, they were joined by more of the faithful who hastened across +the road in their wake. Henger was thrilled to see the blessed forms of +Dvorg’s Acolytes. He felt a momentary longing for divine gifts that could +never be his as the hulking brothers and sisters moved up to the fence +and tore its links apart with their bare talons. +Led now by faithful Dvorg, Neophytes and Acolytes poured through +the gap in the fence and into the supply yard beyond. More stablights +banged to life. Militia lasfire flared from behind improvised barricades +fashioned from munitions crates and fuel barrels. More faithful fell. +Dvorg needed no words to command his troops; the Acolyte simply +gestured and his and Henger’s warriors charged again, into the teeth of +the enemy guns. This place was packed with supplies, and Pater Vermis +wanted them. Henger and his comrades would claim them for him, no +matter how many lives it cost. +% "How like a God He is, that ancient Machine, primal of all His Kind, the Imperator! His mighty Fists, massive like two Towers of Destruction, laden with the Doom of Mankind’s bitter Foes." % diff --git a/en/wh40k/i b/en/wh40k/i index ade5275..0c428e9 100644 --- a/en/wh40k/i +++ b/en/wh40k/i @@ -96,6 +96,16 @@ a place again…” % In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war. % +‘In the name of the Star Children we are charged +with conquering worlds. We must overthrow the +oppressive regimes of the Imperium. We must +crush the vile alien invaders and the worshippers +of false gods who seek to steal our prizes from us. +All this we must do through our own strength, guile +and determination. In such an endeavour, there is +no room for weakness or failure.’ + - Magus Rheng of the Cult of the Fanged Deliverer +% “In the open field armies are commanded by diff --git a/en/wh40k/m b/en/wh40k/m index f033731..e08fae6 100644 --- a/en/wh40k/m +++ b/en/wh40k/m @@ -114,6 +114,9 @@ Ecclesiarchy, and indeed to the Imperium as a whole. Inquisitor Scallen, Ordo Hereticus, 0425085.M41 % +Mutants, they call us. Freaks. Monsters. Their dull eyes see the truth of divinity, nor +their stunted minds comprehend the magnificence and beauty of our ascended forms. +% “Myriad are the ways of war. The lightning strike, the tenacious defence, the cunning ruse; all have their time and place, oft as not dictated by the lie of the land or balance of forces that you find at your disposal. The art of war is learning how to bind the tactics, terrain and forces at your command to your advantage.” diff --git a/en/wh40k/n b/en/wh40k/n index 361c824..a123b81 100644 --- a/en/wh40k/n +++ b/en/wh40k/n @@ -6,3 +6,12 @@ bastion once more and without further loss. Of the dark brotherhood there was no - Varro Tigurius Ultramarines Chief Librarian % +No amount of armoured +might or vaunted +wonder-weapons can +ever equal the sheer +lethality of a masterful +battle plan, properly +executed by the blessed +of the brood. +% diff --git a/en/wh40k/o b/en/wh40k/o index feb5434..5f37ef7 100644 --- a/en/wh40k/o +++ b/en/wh40k/o @@ -5,3 +5,13 @@ to give you will save you on the battlefield.” % Only the Awkward question; only the Foolish ask twice. % +Our oppressors have +spent too long with their +boots upon our throaths, +but they didn’t press +hard enough. Their +mistake. Now the +tables are turned, and +they’ll find our tread to +be heavier… +% diff --git a/en/wh40k/s b/en/wh40k/s index 47349a8..8c6921d 100644 --- a/en/wh40k/s +++ b/en/wh40k/s @@ -1,3 +1,8 @@ +Save your rations +for the cause! Feast +instead upon the flesh of +the unbelievers! +% Sergeant Curtis stabbed his bayonet through the head of a Termagant, pulling the trigger to blast its body clear. He @@ -172,6 +177,16 @@ gauntleted fingers on the trigger mechanism. The holy fire of her weapon, blessed this very morning by the Canoness, would soon show these blasphemous fools the error of their ways. % +‘So many trammelled by the iron fetters of +Imperial rule. Countless trillions oppressed and +blinded by their lies. Though we fill our lungs +with the sweet air of freedom, still there are so +many stifling beneath the death-shroud of that +cadaverous empire. I cannot bear it. I will not. We +Will free them all, one world at a time. no matter +what it takes.’ + - Magus Udragiil of the Hivecult +% “Some called him a monster, a madman. Indeed the line between ecstatic determination and insane ruthlessness is vague and wavering. It is true that he ordered the bombardment of worlds until they submitted. It is also true that he would have driven his men into the jaws of death for all eternity had they not finally grown weary. It is true that he diff --git a/en/wh40k/t b/en/wh40k/t index cf400dd..dfd6149 100644 --- a/en/wh40k/t +++ b/en/wh40k/t @@ -7,6 +7,55 @@ deny me my small enjoyments? - Tyrell, Renegade Lord of Arden IX % +Tempestor Vrannik took the stairs to the +vox-sanctum two at a time. His plasma +pistol thrummed in his gloved fist. His +chainsword was sheathed across his back, +leaving him a hand free to punch in the door’s +access code. Tempestus Scions pounded up the steps +behind Vrannik as the door slid aside with a choral +chime. The Scions advanced, hot-shot lasguns up +and aimed, helm-lenses glowing in the gloom. The +sanctum was an abattoir. Vox-adepts and Officio +Logisticarum soldiery lay sprawled amidst mangled +wreckage. Heads had been torn from shoulders, +limbs from sockets, organs from chests. +‘Spread out,’ Vrannik ordered. ‘Look +for whatever’s left of Overseer Omphide. +Strategos wants-’ +The monster struck with such speed that Scion +Borth had been snatched up and slammed through +a vox-console before Tempestor Vrannik even +registered what was happening. Sparks showered +from the ruined console. Hot-shot lasguns spat, +the Scions’ fire chasing the hulking creature as it +sprang away with breathtaking agility. +Vrannik brought his plasma pistol up and +snapped off a shot. The monster wove aside and +the plasma blast blew apart a bank of wall- +mounted cogitators. Claws flashed out as the awful +creature sprang again. Scion Juthra span away, +disembowelled. Scion Umari hit the ground in two +bloodied halves. Scion Klados loosed a salvo from +her volley gun, crimson bolts chopping through the +monster’s chitinous armour and spattering ichor +across the walls. Before she could fire again it was +on her, tearing her head off and dragging half a +severed spinal cord away with it. + Then it was just Vrannik. He fired again, but +the monster swatted the pistol from his hand, +breaking his wrist. He snatched for his chainsword +but it grabbed his arm with one taloned hand and +wrapped another about his throat. Struggling +furiously, Vrannik was lifted with contemptuous +ease until his helm-lenses were level with the +monster’s yellow eyes. Its gaze bored into him, and +as it did so Vrannik felt his limbs go limp and his +mind unravel. What strategic secrets he spoke to +the monster in that moment, Vrannik himself did +not know, but it learned much from the Tempestor +before it snapped his neck. +% The air was far worse than humid, and tiny droplets of viscous liquid hung suspended in the tepid atmosphere like @@ -862,6 +911,27 @@ Adeptus Terra. Maybe the Space Marines of the Dark Founding are still out there somewhere, waiting to return to the world that created them. % +THE DAY OF ASCENSION HAS COME! +The Genestealer Cults erupts from the shadows in a tide +of mutated acolytes, turncoat soldiery and predatory +xenos monsters. They employ ambush and subterfuge +to outmanoeuvre their enemies, turning industrial +mining equipment and repurposed civilian vehicles into +potent weapons of rebellion against the hated Imperial +oppressor. Propaganda, mind control and assassination +are all weapons in their arsenal. Irredeemably corrupted +by Tyranid gene-taint, the cults fight with the coordination +of swarming insects and the zealotry of true believers, +convinced that they are freedom fighters whose heroic +efforts will earn them divine rewards. In truth, they are +agent of destabilisation and anarchy - living weapons +seeded behind the enemy lines to spread, multiply and +undermine Humanity’s fight against the encroaching +Tyranid hive fleets. As the Genestealer Cults raise their +wyrm-form icons above the blazing skylines of ever more +Imperial planets, it becomes apparent that this ghastly +plan is working too well… +% “The Despoiler comes forth once again, and he cannot be stopped by force of arms alone. It is his will that the stars be stained red with the blood of all who oppose him. An infinite horde of fiends, @@ -933,6 +1003,14 @@ stoic sense of duty reasserted itself. in today men,” he said, with a feral grin. “Fire!” % +The Imperial oppressors believe that you are weak. Show them +your strength, and the truth is soon revealed - it is they, not you, +that cower and wither, and beg. +% +The Imperial oppressors claim to hear the voice of their carrion god. +They are liars! Only the true star gods speak to their faithful. and only +we, their devoted, are so blessed as to hear their words! +% The interior of the prison shuttle was gloomy, the only light coming through a weak shaft from a window-slit above the @@ -2083,6 +2161,17 @@ alien filth that is worth fearing.' -Air Marshal Zutrov before the Battle of the Borenza Gulf % +‘They preach about the light of the Emperor, +eternal salvation through toil, all of that. The herd +lap it up. I know better. Ecclesiarchy’s got nothing +to offer that I want. l’ve seen the truth now, and +it isn’t in the light of Terra. No, it’s out there, in +the dark of the void. lt’s coming to bring us real +freedom, real unity, real salvation. Let’s see them +try preaching their lies then…’ + - Osymund Lyng, itinerant agitator, + burned for heresy +% “This is where the main implantation takes place,” announced Malus, gesturing to a wide steel table that looked more like a torture device than surgical @@ -2124,6 +2213,14 @@ monastery is destroyed, it will survive and the Silver Skulls can be reborn in the future. We do not take any risks with that.” % +Those who are blessed +with the blood of the +Starborn will stand +victorious beneath the +sigils of the cult once the +last shot is fired and the +last body falls. +% Thought begets Heresy; Heresy begets Retribution. % diff --git a/en/wh40k/temp b/en/wh40k/temp new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9793950 --- /dev/null +++ b/en/wh40k/temp @@ -0,0 +1,95 @@ +The facade of military authority opened to +the cult that thrice-warded portal behind +which lay the secrets of the Omnissiah’s +own priesthood, and the alpha-level data- +psalms to which only they were privy. +In retrospect, it is woefully apparent +that it was possession of this forbidden +lore that allowed the xenocult to commune +with the machine spirits of the Bastion- +class forcefields that ringed Dirkden +Hivesprawl, and to induce in them such a +state of temporary torpor that those same +fields gave the appearance of suffering +mechanical failures. + +There can be little doubt that it was this +sudden appearance of defensive weakness +that enticed a substantial force of Ork +raiders to turn their course towards +Dirkden, surely hoping for the violent +revelry for which that brute species is +so infamous. So were the Vigilant Guard +- those elements that remained loyal but +lamentably blind to the corruption within +their ranks - impressed upon to sally +forth from Glaive Point to the Rescalid +Underworks, that they might fight valiantly +for those they were oath-sworn to protect. + +Now came that deed for which, if the God +Emperor’s justice truly extends beyond +the veil separating the tangible and the +spiritual, the cultists of the Pauper +Princes shall writhe forever upon His +vengeful pyre in punishment. Sighting the +coiling thunderheads of saline dust, which +surely marked the approaching vehicular +cavalcade of the greenskin invaders, the +xenocultists commenced their uprising +throughout Dirkden proper. Moreover, with +the damnably felicitous synchronicity of +conspirators who have plotted the hour of +their perfidy to meticulous exactitude, it +was at this moment that the Pauper Princes +also roused Dirkden’s forcefields to a +state of obdurate wakefulness once more. + +So did the brave men and women of the +Vigilant Guard find themselves marooned +beyond the walls of their fastness, +unable either to regain access to their +stronghold or to intervene on behalf of +those luckless loyalists left within. + +One might reasonably argue that in the +bloodshed that followed, the admonishing +hand of the God-Emperor was still at work. +After all, does He not ultimately preside +over all that transpires across the +infinite immensity of his realm? And night +He not have sought to punish those whose +lack of the very vigilant qualities for +which they were named had permitted the +tragic state to which Dirkden Hivesprawl +was now brought? Yet it is hard to see +anything of the God-Emperor in the one- +sided slaughter that unfolded. + +How those xeno—tainted apostates upon +the walls must have leered at the loyal +soldiery so outnumbered by the barbarous +greenskins — some of them slain while +holding their ground valiantly against the +impossible odds, others cut down as they +sought with vengeful desperation to gain +readmission to the stronghold that until +so recently had been their salvation. + +The final tragic footnote to this +inglorious tale can be found in the +cowardly night of those Dirkden citizens +who, being yet preserved from the xenos +taint but lacking the piety or moral fibre +to stand in defence of this corner of the +Emperor’s realm, chose instead to gather +their loved ones and meagre possessions +and nee across the dubious boundary of +the Hyperia—Dirkden Fortwall. lt can now +easily be seen why the Pauper Princes +evinced so little interest in halting +these faithless refugees, and how they +instead swathed themselves in the tags +and coveralls of the honest Imperial serf +before joining the rivers of… +% diff --git a/en/wh40k/u b/en/wh40k/u index af154f1..1523078 100644 --- a/en/wh40k/u +++ b/en/wh40k/u @@ -36,3 +36,13 @@ The area was completely empty. Explorator Majoris Doreth [suppressed].M41 Cthelmax - Primus Site % +UPRISING: +VIGILUS +The Cult of the Pauper Princes spent centuries building its strength upon the sentinel world of Vigilus. From a single +Purestrain Genestealer that slinked into the seismic caverns beneath Megaborealis sprang the cult following of Grandsire +Wurm, which spread slowly through every hivesprawl on the planet. Their uprising was triggered prematurely by the arrival +of an Ork Speedwaaagh! led by the formidable greenskin Speedboss Krooldakka. The ambushes, insurgent attacks and bloody +takeovers that followed formed but one aspect of the tumultuous War of Beasts. Yet throughout the subsequent years of +anarchic violence, the Pauper Princes remained the most insidious and elusive threat to Vigilus. Their conquest of Dirkden +Hivesprawl was emblematic of the merciless cunning with which the cult’s plans were laid and enacted. +% diff --git a/en/wh40k/y b/en/wh40k/y index 23e1ce8..d931552 100644 --- a/en/wh40k/y +++ b/en/wh40k/y @@ -28,6 +28,12 @@ them. They died proud and free. Arsann Crowe, recidivist and Heretic % +You may slay me this day, though you be but a dull-witted tool of +the oppressors. Yet know that for each of us that falls, a hundred +more of the faithful fight on in the name of the Star Children.' + + - Samyk Phyrdsson, Prophet of the Wrything Myriad +% You must face the truth squarely and without flinching from duty. Our Enemies are mortal no longer. Mercy for such as they is a chimera, self-deception is its only ally. Dedicate this weapon, given