Return of the Primarchs

Here's a page for the ongoing Return of the Primarchs setting. At the moment, it is a storage place for ideas.

The Premise

What if, in a giant act of just as planned, Malal, Cegorrach, and The God Emperor, in concert with all of the other anti-big 4 chaos gods engineered the return of the Primarchs, in their early enough in the crusade not to hate each other forms, and a few other changes, notably the removal of Angron's Butcher's Nails and the curing of Kruze's madness. Oh, and they have at least some part of their legions and support staff, so Mechanicum, remembrancers, all that.

The result is a setting based on badassery and manly tears.

Personae Dramatis

Primarchs

Horus

Has a bit of a meltdown, runs off to be a lone wolf against chaos for a while, setting himself some yet to be decided task. Once he completes it, he can forgive himself.

Ferrus Manus

He has a good head on his shoulders. He remonstrates his legion for their obsessive perfectionism, which lets him help Fulgrim.

Fulgrim

Fulgrim freaks out. First he finds out about the Heresy, but its ok, he has his friend Ferrus. Then the two split up to tour the Imperium, Fulgrim ends up at Ultramar and collapses at the feet of Gorillaman's stasis coffin. Then he learns what he did to Manus. He runs off ala Rossiu, but Manus comes for him. See the story below, as it is awesome.

Magnus

Gets soul bound with the emperor. Also he gets decked out by the Grey Knights, with a holy lance tempered in the emperors blood and gets the 666 rites of detestation etch into his back. He is clad in trusilver armor,

Russ

Comes back for the wolftime. More than anything else, he feels guilty for what he did to Magnus-- in fact the reason he vanished into the warp was to go try to kill Magnus, as a way of atoning. Now that Magnus is back and badass, will everyone's favourite Space Viking Wolfman be able to face his estranged brother?

Lorgar

Surprisingly ok with things, viewing his earlier failing as a lack of faith on his part. If Magnus is the holy lance in the fight against the Daemonic, Lorgar is his shield bearer, swearing to protect his brothers from the horrors of the warp. Lorgar gets pimped out by the Ecclesiarchy, with a shrine to the god emperor built into his new holy armor and bolts for his bolter carved from the bones of saints. Depending on how far we go, he may also have had his bones inscribed with hymns to the emperor, like an emperor loving version of wolverine. When he finds out how things went down, he promplty crushes Kor Phaeron's head, with a 'YOU WERE LIKE A FATHER TO ME' speech.

Mortarion

THE EMPEROR'S UNBREAKABLE SCYTHE! Though the skies may rain blood and the mountains crumble to dust, the Death Guard will stand fast, advancing inch by inch, their marching cadence the thud of their artillery. Mortarion vows to exterminate Nurgle's influence with the same tenacity that makes their chaos counterparts so damned hard to beat.

Angron

Basically the Dornian Heresy version of Angron, so he's a super cool zen-berserker.

Pirate-Man

Captain Ramius and Captain Blackbeard, if he were a pirate primarch, who may or may not have a mechadendrite beard. Has this whole herald of judgement aspect about him. Like blackbeard, he'd put lit candles in his beard to give him an aura of smoke. He'd cover himself in purity seals and have a glow of madness in his eyes. But yeah, his fleet warps in, and judgment has arrived, the towers and spires burning with warpfire. When he teleports in with his boarding party, the air crackles and smells of sulfur. He's got his own version of a Tarantino speech. He lives for the hunt, his ships are his hounds. He's a half crazed devil of a man, who sails the stars with his fleet. He strikes terror into the hearts of the foes who behold him, and when he does land his legion, it is with the trumpets of doomsday. And his men love him. They're his comrades on this grand adventure. They're his partners in all this. He'd keep iron discipline, but he doesn't need to, the crew elect their officers, pirate style. He gets along well with Russ, hard drinking and partying, but he has a frantic core to him that Russ lacks. Perhaps it is the time out in the void, or perhaps he has seen some darkness that Russ has not, but there's some irresistable force that drives our Captain onwards.

"Ahoy heretic! Stand to and receive the Emperor's Judgement. No, belay that! Run! Run for all you're worth! Run until your poxy rump is sore, your feet blistered, and your lungs can take it no more. Let the world swim before your exhausted eyes and the angels and daemons well up from your frenzied, tattered mind. Run because the Reaper himself comes for you in his ships. Run because the hounds are baying. Run because I want a good chase."

His fleet is the vanguard, out by the halo stars where the warp is tricky, and what if he pulls an Apocalypse Now, sets himself up as a God. He sees it as giving his men and the systems he restores out in the unholy light of the ghoul stars something to inspire them and keep the terror at bay--seamen are always superstitious and the halo stars seem like home to endless Eldritch Horrors. He sees a bit of religion as a way to keep terror at bay, but he emperor doesn't like that, not one little bit. So he takes a battlefleet out there, but the pirate's main fleet up and vanishes into the warp. From time to time ships reapear in realspace, their crews horribly mutated. It often falls to Russ to purge them. Rowbroat Gringus gets what the pirate leaves behind, as he's the closest and is best at restoring atheism.

But they say that on quiet nights, you can still see the ghostly lights of a crusade era battle fleet, a -running through the chronos expanse. They say the captains half man and half devil and he's chasing sommat, what none know. (A little too Cruze, don't you think?)

(I was hoping that he'd be Kamina where Kruze is Gendo. Gendo sees the world sucks and gives up on everything except his mad plan. Kamina sees the world sucks and makes up a story that makes it awesome anyways. They're both scary mother fuckers, but the Pirate King has a bit more defiance to him. Kruze is the Reaper, where this guy is the leader of the Wild Hunt.)

Chief Thunder

The Emperor's diplomat and beastmaster. Currently under development, but the basic gist is that the Big E wasn't always so Xenophobic, was willing to work with Xenos (ie, Craftworlders) as long as they obeyed/cooperated him, which, since he's the only guy who can fight chaos head on, makes some sense. To do this, the big E made Chief Thunder, but when the Primarchlings got swept off, Thunder ended up being found and raised by Xenos. Oops. This isn't so bad, but the Xenos in question had chaotic leanings, not that Thunder knew this. The big E finds Thunder and then has to figure out how to go about quietly exterminating everyone he loves. Nice... (which might explain why Emps let Angron's men die--if they were khorne bait with those nails.)

The other primarchs around at the time are a bit leary of this weird Xenos-raised guy, particularly Moritarion, for whom it hits too close to home, Gorillaman, Dorn, Lorgar, and a few others. Thunder's tendency to do things like use Xeno Auxilia (policy and the legion has gene seed issues), have marines ride dragons, and load shells with acid scorpion spiders also rubs them the wrong way. The Emperor tells them to shove it, and they obey for the time. The Emperor then has Thunder go meet with the craftworlders, but things go poorly. Really poorly. All contact is lost, the last transmissions are of war with Thunder tearing the head off of the Warp Spiders Pheonix Lord. When next it is found, the craftworld is devoid of life and crawling with sinister warp signatures.

Emps knows this to be the work of Daemons but can't tell anyone. He wants to try again, but he can't tell anyone, so the Primachs kind of force him to take a more hardline stance against Xenos. He needs them to be onboard with his Nikea decisions anyways. Stable marines are sent to the Ultramarines, who are closest by, the Auxilia and any who will not stand down are executed by the Space Wolves.

Thunder is a badass who punches Klingons into realizing how awesome the Emperor is and is also the best advertiser ever. Like Billy Mays, but more so. Mild empath powers, used for figuring out what freaks out/will entice the other party most. May use polymorphine to take on various guises. (Tau feel more comfortable when the other figure across the table is blue) Has a pet Carnifex named Spot.

The Legion is sort of like RT Era Dark Angels, with various sort of xeno auxilia and nightmarish xenos beasts as mounts.

Necrons

Trayzn the Infinite

Turns out he's been trying to rebuild Vulkan. Guess he wanted an autograph? He proves instrumental in bringing Necrons into an alliance with the Imperium. In the words of Anon: I was wondering where will Vulkan go, and as my headcanon is that his body (and thus one of the artifacts) is at Trazyn's place, I imagine Vulkan going to Tomb Word of Solemnace and having this speech (I'll try my best in writing, but I'm no writefag):

>You knew about the gift I had from my father, and thus you knew that despite the fact that my body appeared to be dead, I was not. You thought that due to my state, I am unable to hear you, but I could. Many times you tried to pull that spear from my body, sometimes trying to destroy it along with the spear. When you learned about the legend of my return once my Artefacts will be gathered, you start to gather them and using them to destroy the spear, for the sake of releasing me. For that, you have my thanks, as deep within my heart, I see you as a friend. And I see no better way to thank you than through giving you something I have created right after being released from this state in that Warpstorm. This is something I based on your symbol of rule, let it serve you well in the incoming years of our cooperation, my friend, Trazyn the Infinite.

Bits of Awesome

Fulgrim and Manus

Fulgrim wept as he stared up at the writhing, multi-armed foe that slithered towards him. It bore a resemblance in only the smallest of senses; even the eyes seemed foreign as the four armed beast drew forth weapons crackling with violet energy.

"What's the matter?" The creature hissed sibillantly, a too-wide grin stretching its fanged maw. "Doth the mirror show a pale reflection?"

Fulgrim's grip on his blade faltered, and it remained firmly within its sheathe. Fireblade was silent, his strength waning in the face of his hideous alter ego.

This. This was what his perfection had forced him to become. How could it have gone so wrong?

The creature lashed out, its bladed tail whistling mere inches from his face. "So flawed you are," it chuckled, darting forward like a snake. Its swords raised in a quadrad of points, poised to skewer his embellished plate. "So pathetic."

The blades dropped in perfect unison, each seeking a vital point; Fulgrim blinked as all four were smashed aside in a single movement, and the Daemon Primarch was thrown back from the impact.

"Child of the Emperor, Death to his foes."

The gravelly tone rumbled from within a stenatorian chest even as a silver hand fell on the eagle-winged pauldron on Fulgrim's shoulder. Firmly gripped in the Iron Hand's gauntlet was the mighty hammer Forgebreaker, still crackling from the fierce impact.

Ferrus smiled tightly. "We face the past together."

Fulgrim regarded his brother fondly, turning to the writhing horror he had been destined to become. The sloth left his body, and he mirrored the iron knight's gesture firmly.

"The flesh is weak," he intoned as he released the other man's armor, tightening his grip on his sword. With a single, fluid motion, he tore the flaming brand from its sheathe, his purpose renewed. "But our brotherhood is iron!"

Together, the sons of the Emperor met the Daemon's charge with a cry of rage upon their lips.

Angron

Angron looked skyward at the daemonic embodiment of the failures his anger caused. It's massive size eclipsing the faint red that the planets star cast over the planet, dwarfing even the massive visage of the younger, much less corrupted Angron. It charged forward but the Primarch stood fast until its daemonic axe was about to come down upon his head before he leaped out of its path. Every time his daemonic self charged towards him he dodged out of the way, further enraging the giant daemon. "Hold still! Fight with honor!!" It bellowed loudly, as he attempted to attack the Primarch again, as he did Angron shifted to the left of the blade and brought his massive chainaxe down on the crimson arm chopping through the wrist. Boiling blood sprayed from its severed wrist. The daemonic Primarch swung his left arm at the uncorrupted Angron and the handle of its khornate axe smashed into his cerimite bound frame flinging him into the arena wall. He charged at him screaming "Blood for the blood god!!!" The Daemon Princes howls splitting the sky with fury. Angron's impact into the wall caused a huge section to come down on him, he flung himself out from the rubble and slid under the charging daemon prince, slicing through his right ankle as he did so, it knelt and shrieked at the sky before turning itself towards the pure Angron swinging its remaining axe and slamming the stump of its wrist at the Primamarch missing every blow and become more furious. "You serve this Blood god and this is all you can do?! Your gods have made you foolish and blind! You are weak and so are your gods..." The last part calm and far more enraging in its mocking tone. He grabbed the injured wrist of the daemon he had become in fates hands and slammed it to the ground, bending back the elbow, and charging to its neck. He grabbed unto its head and slid his chainaxe beneath its neck. "And now you may rest." He said in a tone of pity as he carved through its neck.

Links

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