Chapter 1
AN: This story has been inspired by 'Out of the Dark ' by Derain Von Harken and 'In my time of troubles' by theirishdreamer
I own nothing but my own OC's. Any images unless stated otherwise DO NOT BELONG TO ME!!! but to their respective artists. If one artist has problems with me using his or her work here then please let me know in a pm.
Arc 1: Beginnings
One of the truths of the existence is that history will inevitably repeat itself. Species are born, they evolve, they prosper but inevitably die. This has been the absolute truth across existence and for no matter how long it may take, it always happens. It may take thousands, millions or even billions of years but time always takes it's toll on those that thought they may cheat it.
In a galaxy ravaged by the mistakes born of arrogance, hubris and fear, such stories are common place and now the dominant species of the Galaxy known as The Milky Way are about to experience the beginning of their end after more than 50 million years of existence. The only question is if the species known as man will follow them.
The history of Mankind started like many others , with few notable differences. They evolved on the dirtball they call Earth, became space-faring, discovered FTL and had their first Golden age, unimaginatively called 'The Golden Age of Technology' , which ended abruptly with the war started by brothers of different flesh due to circumstances outside of their control, in a conflict they called The Iron War.
Shortly after the Iron War however, there was a small period of reconstruction, a small respite, as the embers of dead worlds just started to cool on most worlds that could still be considered worlds. 'The Federation of Man', humanity's last standing bastion against the cruel universe tries to keep itself from falling apart. The horrors of the Iron War, The Great Betrayal ,numerous Wild Hunts of the Eldar and attacks made by other species left humanity's Beacon of Unity a frightened, hateful and barely coherent husk of it's former self 'The United Confederacy of Planets'. It was a government that had existed since before humanity had discovered the Warp Drive and was now brought to ruin by beings of a maliciousness beyond their comprehension.
Humanity thought that the worst has come to pass, that the worst horrors of the Universes have been if not destroyed, then at least run it's courses like the natural disasters they were or were repelled for enough time to allow them to rebuild... They were wrong.
On a planet scarred by Ork Whaaghs, Hunts made by deranged Eldar for slaves to use, eat or do worse in their murder orgies and barely touched by the horrors of the Iron War, a soul from a time of hope entered the world and tries to make it's mark on the cold and cruel universe it now calls home.
In a galaxy ravaged by the mistakes of the past, the hubris and arrogance of those that should have known better, dooms both themselves and others. The only language all species have in common is war for peace and understanding are long dead under the boot of uncaring monsters who try to quench lust for excess and war on the corpses of the innocent. It's the 25th millennium and the Galaxy is on the verge of ruin.
Entry 1: date : First day of the third month of 890M24
I'm in the 40k Universe... You have no idea just how much this sentence frightens me. After some thought I have decided to make this journal so that I can remember things from the past and for venting my stress, fears and other things which should remain secret. Thankfully it's not on paper but on some sort of electronic tablet ,or data-slate as they are called here, with no connections to any network nor the hardware or software to make one.
There is very little chance of someone else opening it as in order for it to open it needs to scan for my soul...This was one of 3 gifts from the being which sent me here and only I or someone with the abilities beyond that of an Alpha plus psyker or a really powerful pariah should be able to even see it let alone be able to open and read it. So this means that there are like 6-7 being in this universe that should be able to do so... a too large number in my opinion but beggars can't be choosers .Indeed
Right, you may ask yourself how this all started... It started as all such stories do, with my death... I apparently died in my sleep, a cerebral aneurysm at 19 FUCKING years old... How this happened I don't know, but if my ROB is to be believed then it was natural... Yes ROB or Random Omnipotent being even if he is not omnipotent, if we take into consideration what he showed me the difference is academic.
*raises eyebrow*
Well enough moping around, this life does have some advantages which I should thank my benefactor for. I'm the eldest and only son of a middle noble on a Civilized world in the beginning stages of turning into a hive world. Hell , due to it's Planetary Administrator it's even self-sufficient which considering the period it's damn important... Where are we? Just after the Iron War(no idea how we won) and a few years before the Long Night and if some of the reports father had showed me are right, I'll get to experience it in this lifetime. Massive warp storms come from the Crone Worlds of the Eldar, Warp travel is getting more and more difficult and soon we will be cut-off from the rest of human space. You're welcome.
Well normally I could just think 'not my problem' as while I'll get to live my life without worrying at what will happen after but here comes the 2 other 'gifts' I received from my benefactor , the ability to resist Corruption from psyker powers and daemons(which is a HUGE! bonus) and reincarnation which is unique... Well... technically many in this universe can do this but from my knowledge only the Eldar can choose when and where to reincarnate and still keep their memories and they'll soon loose this ability after the birth of Slaanesh, and while I do keep all my memories(they are stored in my soul). I cannot control when and where I am being reincarnated, it's set on automatically reincarnating me into the first of my direct descendants born after my death. So yes I can't commit suicide to escape this place, because I just get reincarnated and if there are no descendants for me to even get to choose from, then I go back to the Void. Which is where my soul accidentally ended up in the first place before being found by ROB. I'm also forbidden from acquiring psyker powers or doing sorcery... Anything else is permitted. Stuff happens dude, you were supposed to be reincarnated normally but something got screwed up and you were ejected from existence, and believe me no sorcery or psykery is for your own good.
Honestly I don't want to go back there because galaxy sized monstrosities that can destroy universes are the equivalent of PLANCTON . Yes I'll stay here where is safer, easier to live and the monstrosities are manageable. All in all, the only goal I have here is to survive(does the term apply knowing I'll die several times and then simply reincarnate?), for 20k years and if I do so I was promised I'll either:
A) Get reincarnated in my old universe as whatever I want, and live a life without worry for my soul getting eaten,
B) Keep on doing what I did so far as long as I stay in this Universe,
C) Get to be a planeswalker or equivalent and Immorbid to boot( cannot die of old age, can still be killed, heard the term in a fic and it stuck).
I'll write most of my knowledge of this universe in entry 2, even If doubt it might help.
Entry 3: Second day of the fourth month of 890M24
Today is my birthday and I just turned 8. It's supposed to be a happy day, the guys on the weather channel said it will be a sunny day with only one or two clouds above our city. Or it should be, if it wasn't on fire started by mad psykers and Daemons killing everyone . Fucking psykers.
I own nothing but my own OC's. Any images unless stated otherwise DO NOT BELONG TO ME!!! but to their respective artists. If one artist has problems with me using his or her work here then please let me know in a pm.
Arc 1: Beginnings
One of the truths of the existence is that history will inevitably repeat itself. Species are born, they evolve, they prosper but inevitably die. This has been the absolute truth across existence and for no matter how long it may take, it always happens. It may take thousands, millions or even billions of years but time always takes it's toll on those that thought they may cheat it.
In a galaxy ravaged by the mistakes born of arrogance, hubris and fear, such stories are common place and now the dominant species of the Galaxy known as The Milky Way are about to experience the beginning of their end after more than 50 million years of existence. The only question is if the species known as man will follow them.
The history of Mankind started like many others , with few notable differences. They evolved on the dirtball they call Earth, became space-faring, discovered FTL and had their first Golden age, unimaginatively called 'The Golden Age of Technology' , which ended abruptly with the war started by brothers of different flesh due to circumstances outside of their control, in a conflict they called The Iron War.
Shortly after the Iron War however, there was a small period of reconstruction, a small respite, as the embers of dead worlds just started to cool on most worlds that could still be considered worlds. 'The Federation of Man', humanity's last standing bastion against the cruel universe tries to keep itself from falling apart. The horrors of the Iron War, The Great Betrayal ,numerous Wild Hunts of the Eldar and attacks made by other species left humanity's Beacon of Unity a frightened, hateful and barely coherent husk of it's former self 'The United Confederacy of Planets'. It was a government that had existed since before humanity had discovered the Warp Drive and was now brought to ruin by beings of a maliciousness beyond their comprehension.
Humanity thought that the worst has come to pass, that the worst horrors of the Universes have been if not destroyed, then at least run it's courses like the natural disasters they were or were repelled for enough time to allow them to rebuild... They were wrong.
On a planet scarred by Ork Whaaghs, Hunts made by deranged Eldar for slaves to use, eat or do worse in their murder orgies and barely touched by the horrors of the Iron War, a soul from a time of hope entered the world and tries to make it's mark on the cold and cruel universe it now calls home.
In a galaxy ravaged by the mistakes of the past, the hubris and arrogance of those that should have known better, dooms both themselves and others. The only language all species have in common is war for peace and understanding are long dead under the boot of uncaring monsters who try to quench lust for excess and war on the corpses of the innocent. It's the 25th millennium and the Galaxy is on the verge of ruin.
Entry 1: date : First day of the third month of 890M24
I'm in the 40k Universe... You have no idea just how much this sentence frightens me. After some thought I have decided to make this journal so that I can remember things from the past and for venting my stress, fears and other things which should remain secret. Thankfully it's not on paper but on some sort of electronic tablet ,or data-slate as they are called here, with no connections to any network nor the hardware or software to make one.
There is very little chance of someone else opening it as in order for it to open it needs to scan for my soul...This was one of 3 gifts from the being which sent me here and only I or someone with the abilities beyond that of an Alpha plus psyker or a really powerful pariah should be able to even see it let alone be able to open and read it. So this means that there are like 6-7 being in this universe that should be able to do so... a too large number in my opinion but beggars can't be choosers .Indeed
Right, you may ask yourself how this all started... It started as all such stories do, with my death... I apparently died in my sleep, a cerebral aneurysm at 19 FUCKING years old... How this happened I don't know, but if my ROB is to be believed then it was natural... Yes ROB or Random Omnipotent being even if he is not omnipotent, if we take into consideration what he showed me the difference is academic.
*raises eyebrow*
Well enough moping around, this life does have some advantages which I should thank my benefactor for. I'm the eldest and only son of a middle noble on a Civilized world in the beginning stages of turning into a hive world. Hell , due to it's Planetary Administrator it's even self-sufficient which considering the period it's damn important... Where are we? Just after the Iron War(no idea how we won) and a few years before the Long Night and if some of the reports father had showed me are right, I'll get to experience it in this lifetime. Massive warp storms come from the Crone Worlds of the Eldar, Warp travel is getting more and more difficult and soon we will be cut-off from the rest of human space. You're welcome.
Well normally I could just think 'not my problem' as while I'll get to live my life without worrying at what will happen after but here comes the 2 other 'gifts' I received from my benefactor , the ability to resist Corruption from psyker powers and daemons(which is a HUGE! bonus) and reincarnation which is unique... Well... technically many in this universe can do this but from my knowledge only the Eldar can choose when and where to reincarnate and still keep their memories and they'll soon loose this ability after the birth of Slaanesh, and while I do keep all my memories(they are stored in my soul). I cannot control when and where I am being reincarnated, it's set on automatically reincarnating me into the first of my direct descendants born after my death. So yes I can't commit suicide to escape this place, because I just get reincarnated and if there are no descendants for me to even get to choose from, then I go back to the Void. Which is where my soul accidentally ended up in the first place before being found by ROB. I'm also forbidden from acquiring psyker powers or doing sorcery... Anything else is permitted. Stuff happens dude, you were supposed to be reincarnated normally but something got screwed up and you were ejected from existence, and believe me no sorcery or psykery is for your own good.
Honestly I don't want to go back there because galaxy sized monstrosities that can destroy universes are the equivalent of PLANCTON . Yes I'll stay here where is safer, easier to live and the monstrosities are manageable. All in all, the only goal I have here is to survive(does the term apply knowing I'll die several times and then simply reincarnate?), for 20k years and if I do so I was promised I'll either:
A) Get reincarnated in my old universe as whatever I want, and live a life without worry for my soul getting eaten,
B) Keep on doing what I did so far as long as I stay in this Universe,
C) Get to be a planeswalker or equivalent and Immorbid to boot( cannot die of old age, can still be killed, heard the term in a fic and it stuck).
I'll write most of my knowledge of this universe in entry 2, even If doubt it might help.
Entry 3: Second day of the fourth month of 890M24
Today is my birthday and I just turned 8. It's supposed to be a happy day, the guys on the weather channel said it will be a sunny day with only one or two clouds above our city. Or it should be, if it wasn't on fire started by mad psykers and Daemons killing everyone . Fucking psykers.