Nobledark Imperium

Welcome to Nobledark Imperium: a fan envisioning of the Warhammer 40,000 universe given a generous helping at competence and common sense. Not enough to overcome the overwhelming amounts of ohgodwhat assaulting it from all sides, though.

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The Imperium

The Imperium of Man is at war. It has been at war since the day it was created, since an ancient Man of Gold took it upon himself to unite Terra - and the stars beyond - into a single, glorious Imperium. It has not been an easy journey, but nor has it been the debacle it could have been. Perhaps there may even still be hope for the human race.

Unification

In the depths of the Old Night, the one known as Malcador discovered a relic of the Dark Age of Technology; a Man of Gold, created by those who came before with intellectual, martial and psychic prowess like none other. Others of his kind had devestated humanity in wars long gone, yet this one would restore it to its former glory. The Man of Gold, returning to Terra to find it a war-torn shell of a homeworld, immediately vowed to dedicate his existence to restoring the race he was created to serve. Thus, he became the Warlord, unifying his world through alliance, war, and every flavour of diplomacy between them. Nations united under his banner or were conquered by it, and soon a few figures became famous for their achievements in the fledgling Imperium, whether done in the Warlord's name or their own. These would become his Primarchs.

The years passed, and the Warlord looked to the stars. After the alliance with Mars gave the Imperium the logistical and materiel strength to begin reclaiming their former worlds, the Great Crusade began in earnest. Many worlds saw the bright future of the Imperium and greeted the Warlord with open arms, and for those that did not? The Warlord had his Primarchs; who each had a legion of elite Space Marines under their command, along with their own unique brand of warfare. A world with armies elite enough to fend off the ferocity of Leman Russ's Vlka Fenryka would be dismantled by the logistical superiority of Roboute Guilliman; one fortified enough to stall the methodical Ultramarines would be infected by plague and rotted from the inside out by Mortarion's Night Lords, and one who dared use such weapons on the forces of the Imperium would have their horrific gases and plagues shrugged off by Ferrus Manus's inhuman Skitarii.

Closer to home, however, there was a problem. The Warlord had originally been designed to serve humanity, not lead it, and it was a curious irony that the greatest leader in human history did not see himself fit for the role. Nevertheless, he was concerned at how an artificial construct such as himself (although precious few other than Malcador knew of this fact) was shown such reverence across the reclaimed worlds; some worlds approaching worship. Thus, he declared that the Golden Throne of Terra, an ancient artifact discovered that may have predated even him, was the centerpiece of the Imperium, and that he would be its Steward until a suitable Emperor were to emerge.

An Unlikely Alliance

In the depths of space, as the Imperium rose, the dying embers of the Eldar Empire spotted a raft of order and sanity they could cling to in a galaxy filled with war and Chaos. Quietly, first contact was made; the Steward of the Golden Throne and Farseer Eldrad Ulthran both deciding that the other would