Warhammer Warhammer General discussion thread: Now with 100% more Space Marines
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at least until the Codices release...
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Agent23
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So, I've been watching reviews of the 'Boomer Shooter" (which I say "fuck you" to, since the 90's weren't strictly the time for Boomers to enjoy video games but Millennials at the youngest) Boltgun... it's fucking amazing.
I might pick it up.
I think I might buy Boltgun when it is on sale or something, I saw maybe one video that I got spammed by multiple people with.
Well, there is a reason why they are called the "forgotten generation".
Actually, most of the time that generation that is stuck between the prophet and soldier archetypes generations gets forgotten according to Howe's research.
but seriously, despite their small size they were influential on the IT industry and stuff like the early internet and gaming.
Tyzuris
Primarch to your glory& the glory of him on Earth!
Considering the average Space Marine in 41st/42nd millenium is much more highly trained and rigorously trained to fight against Space Marines as opposed to their GC era legion counterparts, could a Space Marine from 40k era win a fight against two to three legion era Marines?
PsihoKekec
Swashbuckling Accountant
While this would give him an advantage in one on one fight, two to one would still be a bit too much in most circumstances. I think bigger difference would be at squad and company level.
Zyobot
Just a time-traveling robot stranded on Earth.
Well, as a rather late "follow-up" to my Deus Machinarum outline a ways back:
Recently, it was pointed out to me elsewhere that the Machine God taking on a life of its own might catalyze backlash from those terrified of a Second Dark Age of Technology kicking off (since the Omnissiah's followers would no doubt innovative at breakneck speed). As this movement grows far more fanatical, their alarm and panic would feed something of a "counter-deity" within the Warp that personifies the opposite end of the spectrum.
In other words, a Chaos God of Dogma, Luddism, and Reactionary Puritanism taken to their worst extremes, which I've taken a crack at writing myself. So, without further ado, I'd like to introduce the equal and opposite of Deus Machinarum, as well as the latest addition to the pantheon: The Chaos God, Luddredd.
All in all, quite a bit more to write than last time!
Like I said before, the suggestion for what a Luddite "counter-deity" that's a direct reaction to the Machine God in the Warp might look like was too fascinating to overlook, hence the nearly 3,700-word wall of text above that I needed a couple days to put together. Feel free to let me know what you guys think, though for the time being, I'd say I did a pretty good job at least sketching it out.
Recently, it was pointed out to me elsewhere that the Machine God taking on a life of its own might catalyze backlash from those terrified of a Second Dark Age of Technology kicking off (since the Omnissiah's followers would no doubt innovative at breakneck speed). As this movement grows far more fanatical, their alarm and panic would feed something of a "counter-deity" within the Warp that personifies the opposite end of the spectrum.
In other words, a Chaos God of Dogma, Luddism, and Reactionary Puritanism taken to their worst extremes, which I've taken a crack at writing myself. So, without further ado, I'd like to introduce the equal and opposite of Deus Machinarum, as well as the latest addition to the pantheon: The Chaos God, Luddredd.
- In the 42nd Millennium, the Imperium of Man is writhing. Faced with the Great Rift, besieged by the Despoiler's forces, and reeling from the schismatic shock of the Adeptus Mechanicus's God of Machines finally awakening in the Warp, the war-torn vestigial empire that has ruled the Milky Way for over 10,000 years is being struck with blow after crippling blow that is slowly, but surely smashing apart the already-crumbling foundations of everything the Master of Mankind had sought to build. So far, it has endured and remained ever-ready for the next fight, but recent developments have threatened to strike another devastating hammer-blow — not just to Imperial unity or political stability, but to the very Imperial Cult itself.
- By now, it is well-known that with the birth of Deus Machinarum came an influx of Adeptus Mechanicus defectors who christened them their newborn Omnissiah, as well as scores of once-neutral tinkerers, inventors, and scientists the Galaxy over who have finally found a patron god that not only sanctions, but happily fuels — and is in turn, fueled by — their craftsmanship, creativity streak, and unquenchable thirst for knowledge of the universe's workings. While Deus Machinarum's followers have heralded it as a new "Age of Invention" in which STCs are being rediscovered in droves, Tech-Priests finally eager to innovate, and the Power of Science to roar back to life with new vigor, far more throughout the Imperium fear that the groundwork is being laid for the Second Dark Age of Technology instead. Admittedly, this hysteria has only been furthered by the many rumors and unconfirmed (but increasingly likely) reports of reality-breaking constructs wiping out Imperial fleets, Orthodox Omnissiah cultists uploading themselves into robotic bodies like the Necrons, or the sprawling armies of "Aetherbots" in Deus Machinarum's employ actually being the Men of Iron who've been resurrected en masse — all allegations that the Great Gear's servants have conspicuously failed to deny.
- Regardless of the rumors and reports swirling across Imperial space, however, what is undeniably true is that the prospect of Deus Machinarum and its followers ushering in a Second Dark Age of Technology has generated alarm, panic, and reactive blowback across the Imperium not seen since the ferverous days of the Age of Apostasy. Together, these fears and anxieties have coalesced into a new Warp God who personifies everything antithetical to the pursuit of science, knowledge, and runaway innovation that Deus Machinarum epitomizes. Come the 42nd Millennium, and the second thunderclap sounds off across the Galaxy as a new Ruinous Power that has gestated for over 10,000 years prior finally awakens.
- We know this Ruinous Power as Luddredd: Patron God of Dogma, Luddism, and Puritanism. Despite His recent birth and the newness of His cult, Luddredd already goes by innumerable names and titles: The Dark God of Dogma, the Almighty Hellfire, the Brimstone Reaper, the Primordial Knight, the Puritan Supreme, the Arch-Regressive, the Final Judge, the Lord of the Old Ways, the One to Smite All, and a hundred-thousand other epithets throughout the Galaxy. Truthfully, Luddredd cares little for these epithets, but common to all are reverent allusions to his status as the Chaos God of all things dogmatic, fanatical, and downright Luddite in opposition to the Cult of the Machine God's insatiable hunger for progress and all that is new. These antediluvian impulses and the uncompromising tendencies that accompany them render Luddredd rabid and reactionary to the most Chaotic extreme, abhorring all abnormalities and forms of social, cultural, and technological change that endanger His fever dreams of a Divine Leap Backward to a stratified, conformist, utterly brassbound social order where industry was nonexistent, predefined roles and norms rigidly enforced, and all deviations punished swiftly and with utmost severity in righteous correction of sinful slights. The Galaxy as it exists now has strayed irredeemably from this noble vision, and with Deus Machinarum proving the already-archaistic Imperium was not enough to end the Second Dark Age of Technology before it began, Luddredd's fury has swelled to the point where the only course He deems worthy now is to unleash a galaxy-spanning Exterminatus on innocent and guilty alike in a final Day of Judgment.
- As a Warp entity, the Dark God of Dogma lacks a physical form or domain comprehensible to mortal minds. However, the way in which He appears and is depicted most frequently sets to not only highlight, but manifest Luddredd's severe personality and the ultra-reactionary dogmatism that is fundamental to His very nature. Most depictions show His domain (best known as The Divine Manor of Luddredd) as an endlessly vast, agrarian estate teeming with fields of grain farmed by toiling slaves who dare not question or speak out against their whip-wielding daemonic taskmasters, who regularly bring back heaps of crucified corpses, impaled carcasses, and the charred remains of those burned at the stake as perpetually reminders of what happens to those who challenge Luddredd's almighty authority. Others still labor in the many primitive quarries and busy blacksmitheries utterly bare of powered machinery or automated manufacturing processes, though these are more than made up for in expendable daemonic slaves and indentured servants who quickly learn to either excel at their craft, or die the cruelest of deaths trying. At the center of the estate stands Luddredd's manorial house, which is more akin to a forbidding castle staffed by a limitless supply of daemonic subordinates who maintain the manor and wait on their master hand and foot with synchronicity and perfect orderliness. In the dark central chambers sits Luddredd Himself, a stoic and unmoving colossus dressed in dark, spike-ridden armor resembling that of an Old Earth Knight Templar's and seated on a gargantuan iron throne forged from melted-down swords which protrude from behind Luddredd's back. His chestplate displays an Eight-pointed Star painted in the blood of fallen foes, while the glowing eyes behind His visor smolder with vengeful, calculating hatred. At His right side rests an equally massive lance with a manually triggered chainsaw blade and bejeweled pommel, and at His left rests a vast shield that also displays the Eight-pointed Star. Indeed, even if they never speak their minds aloud, many daemonic servants find it peculiar that their master sits and plots idly instead of striding out with weapons in hand, so that He can scour the Galaxy of all sin and degeneracy Himself. Thus far, He has refrained from doing so, preferring to bide His time and plot the permanent demise of a sinful creation from within His chambers. But should Luddredd ever change course and rise from His throne, it is said that even Khorne Himself might fall in a one-to-one duel to the death against the One to Smite All.
- Fortunately for the Materium, Luddredd cannot yet manifest in Realspace, and must therefore rely on daemonic armies to wage war against Chaotic and non-Chaotic rivals alike. The Daemons in Luddredd's employ share their master's baleful fanaticism, raining fire and brimstone on the battlefield and freely dispensing Exterminatus on entire worlds that the One to Smite All deems unworthy of saving. Just as Luddredd Himself is the dark, caricaturized, Chaotic reflection of Puritanic dogma and the unbending zealotry of its adherents, daemons of Luddredd are likewise dark, caricaturized, Chaotic reflections of the motley of militant religious and reactionary factions that have sprung up throughout human history — including (but by no means limited to) the Imperium itself. While the daemons themselves come in all shapes and sizes, the backbone of His armies consist of His trusty Terror Templars, who serve as Lesser Daemon foot-soldiers that are essentially human-sized versions of their master, clothed in bastardized Knight Templar armor and armed with swords of Warp fire and lances that emit blasts of Warp energy from their tips. Marching head and shoulders above the throngs of infantry are Templar cavalry-specialists that ride atop Grimsteeds, who are the undead skeletons of fallen horses that have once again been called to battle and can reach speeds matching the very fastest of enemy military vehicles, which they view as aggressive metallic monstrosities to be destroyed on sight. More dreadful still are the rarer, but exceptionally powerful Prophets of Doom, who are levitating daemons dressed in tattered, blood-stained, hooded monk robes that deliver irate sermons preaching death and destruction to all who defy Luddredd with supernaturally amplified voices, the sound waves produced by which can shatter enemy armor and wipe out entire companies. Backing these hordes of antediluvian Lesser Daemons are larger beasts of burden who can directly take on the armored forces of more technologically advanced foes, such as Battle Mammoths (gigantic, elephantine daemons covered in form-fitting armor that hold their own against Baneblade heavy tanks) and War Dragons (draconic, fire-breathing airborne daemons that ferry troops from place to place, as well as engage in dogfights and aerial bombardment campaigns). Equally heavy-hitting are the sparse, but formidable Daemon Engines that the Arch-Regressive uses to mock and spite His technology-dependent foes, the most iconic of which are Burning Trebuchets that provide self-propelled artillery in the form of metallic, wheeled daemonic trebuchets that can catapult ammunition across continents and well beyond the stratosphere of the worlds beneath their enormous wheels. Going hand-in-hand with daemonic constructs borne of Luddredd's contemptuous mockery are those borne of His vengeful cruelty, such as in the case of soft-spoken, perpetually fertile Maidens of Shame, who are clothed head to toe in black garments and serve as birthing factories for new, thoroughly masculine daemonic soldiers and servants in mortifying demonstrations of Luddredd's raging misogyny. Worse yet are the twisted war engines known as Damnomechs, heavily armed combat walkers that combine the firepower of the Adeptus Astartes's revered Dreadnoughts and the torturousness of the Ecclesiarchy's dreaded Penitent Engines by literally fusing captured prisoners of war into the armor itself, so that their moaning and weeping faces are displayed on the outside as they beg for sweet release while their Damnomech host takes enemy fire in the midst of battle; only when the Damnomech has been irreparably damaged or destroyed, will the trapped souls be granted the oblivion they so longingly pleaded for — though even then, that may still not be the end of their punishment. The Chaos Titans of Luddredd work off much the same principle, but far upscaled, so that the screaming visages of entire battalions of fallen foes or villages of massacred civilians may be melded into their armor as they prowl across the battlefield. But perhaps the most powerful and awe-inspiring of the Puritan Supreme's servants are Retributors, Greater Daemons who resemble darkly colored, highly diabolical versions of Biblical angels — grotesque eye-shaped bodies, multiple pairs of wings, and oversized iron halos dotted with smaller eyes gyrating around their forms — and issue such pronouncements of doom as "Be afraid, for the Brimstone Reaper comes!" and "Rejoice in the coming Judgment Day!" before smiting entire worlds in one fell swoop.
- Given Luddredd's Puritanical zealotry and the fiendishness of His Daemonic armies, one might wonder who in their right mind could possibly pledge themselves to the Brimstone Reaper of their own accord and aid in His apocalyptic vision. But when provided proper context, it becomes increasingly clear where He came from and why large swaths of the Imperial citizenry pledged themselves to Him in light of recent events. The most obvious cause is the Deus Machinarum and the Second Dark Age of Technology that its followers threaten to bring to fruition, which has triggered blowback throughout the Imperium. However, it would also be a dramatic mistake to assume that this is sudden and came out of thin air, for many of the malcontents who ultimately pledged themselves to Luddredd have been prime recruiting material for far longer — much of which is attributable to the structural rot of the Imperium itself. As a theocratic, human-supremacist empire where religious superstition reigns supreme, free thinking is squashed, and Xenos are to be reflexively exterminated, the Imperium of Man is perhaps the Milky Way's largest breeding ground for reactionary excesses to fester. Although not without good reason (given the hostile nature of the galaxy at large), citizens of the Imperium are generally brought up to venerate the Imperium Cult with their entire being, shunning most forms of progress and the high life in favor of a hardscrabble life of work, prayer, and little else that is to be observed at all costs. The most fervent in observing these divine diktats tend to be reactionary-minded citizens as diverse as Agri-World farmers who've been brought up in a cradle of tradition and old-fashioned agrarianism, urban malcontents who've turned to cultism as an escape from the crowds and filth of their worlds, Luddite riot mobs who've grown to despise the industrial cesspools and pitiful working conditions they've been trapped in, once-fanatical Ecclesiarchy clergymen who are startled by heretical uprisings and are screaming for the protection of a divine sovereign who seems to no longer be answering their prayers, and even the occasional Inquisitor who feels the Imperium cannot survive in its current state and is desperately scrambling for far more radical solutions. Luddredd, being the recent product of their alarm and panic, is also the apex of these dogmatic and reactionary ideals, having recruited countless trillions of followers overnight who abhor both the other Ruinous Powers and fear that the Emperor has forsaken them.
- Consequently, Luddredd commands a great many cults and followings, ranging from mystically-inclined secret societies like the Gnosticators and Puritan Ones, to professional assassination guilds like the Harbingers of Reckoning and Brothers of Blood and Soil. But none have swelled to the size and popularity of the dreaded Ludd Legions, who are a decentralized movement of heavily armed terrorist cells, mercenary companies, and religious militants throughout Imperial space who stand out for their armored uniforms with conical hoods and dark-eyed faceplates, tradition of planting banner flags with the Eight-pointed Star and setting it ablaze as they pose triumphantly in front of it, and a knee-jerk tendency to mow down Xenos, mutants, abhumans, and Psykers on sight while shouting such hateful slogans as "Dark Power!", "Torch the Cog!", and "Hail Luddredd!". Indeed, their sheer brutality has often been compared to that of the Blood Pact and Khornate warbands, who are all too happy to test their metal against the equally murderous Ludd Legions and regard their skulls as the most prized of trophies. Unfortunately, it is likely far more than mere cults of ordinary citizens who've turned their backs on the Imperial Cult; for now, it is alleged that the most fanatical of Adeptus Astartes themselves are beginning to fall to Luddredd's corruption, if the reports of rogue Black Templars with Eight-pointed Stars on their chests ambushing their battle-brothers or elements of the ever-elusive Alpha Legion developing an overwhelming preference for fostering cults of Luddredd is an omen of how widespread the Arch-Regressive's following truly is. Despite the uncertainty surrounding the exact size of His growing following, however, what is known is that a select few have ascended to the status of Daemon Prince and have brought their master's wrath to the Materium with a vengeance. Foremost among them is Tepech the Stakelord, who is infamous for the gruesome cruelty he unleashes upon enemies, heretics, and rule-breakers for even the slightest slights. One of his most infamous deeds in the Mass Impalement of Sanctimony I, a Cardinal World teeming with billions of devout, Emperor-fearing pilgrims who had come to worship its mighty cathedrals — only for all three billion men, women, and children who survived the initial assault to be punished for the crime of heresy towards Luddredd by being impaled to death on chainsword-poles planted into the ground, the screaming members of each family impaled on the same poles together in kebab-like stacks before going forever silent. To this day, what was once called Sanctimony I is now known as the World of the Impaled, with many more sure to follow in its fate as Tepech's armies scour the galaxy to carry out further showings of their master's mercilessness. Despite Tepech's cruelty towards foes and inept subordinates alike, however, he has also greatly rewarded servants who have passed tests of loyalty and gone above and beyond to please the Puritan Supreme. For instance, it is said that during Conquest of Dragul Prime (Tepech's alleged home world), one Terror Templar had defied his orders by holding back instead of pursuing retreating survivors. When Tepech sought to punish the Templar, Luddredd Himself swept in and informed him he had acted on His orders and was to be spared. The Templar's loyalty had so impressed Tepech, that he was rewarded the whole planet for following their shared master's orders to the very end — regardless of the consequences that Tepech would've imposed otherwise. Such seems to be the nature of Luddredd, as well, for those who heed and obey unfailingly can expect to not only be spared, but perhaps also be repaid handsomely for their unflagging dedication.
- With His power swelling and His armies wrecking catastrophic havoc in the Empryean and Materium alike, it should come as no surprise that Luddredd's brother deities view Him as the mightiest of rivals alongside the Emperor. Luddredd, for His part, takes no issue returning these feelings, and will gladly smite them all in the event of His triumph. In Deus Machinarum, He fears and hates a mortal enemy who embodies everything — faithless science, dangerous knowledge, and runaway innovation that corrodes what was once a just, happy, and reverent social order where everything had its place — that has left everyone hopelessly rootless and led the Galaxy irredeemably astray. Of the Emperor, He thinks little, other than deeming Him a worn-out husk who deserves only mockery and contempt for His folly in attempting to make the Imperium of Man a bastion of secular enlightenment and progress, for which He was rightfully punished by 10,000 years rotting on the Golden Throne and an Imperium whose perpetual stagnation and reactionary, theocratic fanaticism have only fed the One to Smite All instead. The other four Dark Gods receive what remains of the Puritan Supreme's ire to varying degrees. He harbors an obvious disgust towards Tzeentch (on account of the Great Conspirator personifying constant change and scheming, dishonorable intrigue) and a downright revulsion towards Slaanesh moreso (who exemplifies precisely the kind of vice, gluttony, and degeneracy that comes as consequence of abandoning tradition and tried-and-true wisdom). He is mostly cold towards Nurgle, reluctantly acknowledging the Plaguefather's embrace of stagnation over supposed progress and its fickle uncertainties, but finding His chummy, familial demeanor off-putting and the entropic decay of all things — including that of the traditional social order Luddredd waxes over — abhorrent and unthinkable, despite having long ago deemed the current Galaxy to be a lost cause. This antipathy towards the other Ruinous Powers leaves Khorne, whom Luddredd actually dislikes the least, as shown by His grudging respect for the Blood God's hateful ferocity and indomitable will in the face of all that challenges Him. But being the patron god of reactionary hellfire and damnation of the wicked, the One to Smite All believes Khorne's indiscriminate bloodthirstiness and raging, animalistic hostility towards all that moves more befitting of a divine attack dog than a true God of Chaos. If anything, Luddredd finds that Khorne's hate of everything for its own sake to be shallow and even petty, whereas His own hatred is the more calculated, more serious, and arguably more dangerous hatred of a man who's been driven to the edge by those who use Him, cast Him aside, and spit on everything He stands for as if it's some sort of game rather than the destruction of His life's purpose. And when He finally has nothing to lose now that He has lost everything, He remembers every slight, every injustice, every insult His enemies directed His way as He finally takes revenge on those who had wronged Him, their pleas for mercy and screams of agony falling on deaf ears as they die the most gruesome of deaths. Luddredd, in his own view, is that very man; whereas Khorne hates with the mindless rabidity of a berserker itching to tear apart everything in His way, Luddredd hates with terrible purpose and the vengeful desperation of those with nothing left to lose.
- As the One to Smite All ascends in power and becomes a mainline player in the Great Game, many pessimists worry about the implications of a worst-case scenario in which Luddredd eclipses all others and vanquishes those who stand in His way. Loathe as His followers may be to hear it, it is near-certain that if the Puritan Supreme's followers were left to their own devices, the victorious survivors — still wrathful, war-crazed, and without much-hated enemies to fight any longer — would succumb to years of reactionary paranoia by starting to accuse one another of being "secret heretics", jumpstarting conflict between different factions that crown themselves purer and more righteous than all others, causing those who fear being killed by their former brothers in arms grow even more murderously reactionary in turn and reigniting a series of galaxy-wide civil wars little different from the situation prior. Indeed, even when attempting to reimpose a semblance of hierarchy and tradition, the nature of Chaos prevents the Arch-Regressive from having His ideal society — a fact He is all too aware of, as well as a significant factor in His end goal of carrying out galactic Exterminatus and having the Warp swallow the Materium wholesale, so that follower and foe alike may be judged by the One to Smite All. Unfortunately for both, Luddredd has already consigned innocent and guilty alike to a fate of destruction and eternal torment as they enter His afterlife. To the Brimstone Reaper, all existence has failed to uphold the old ways — and thus, must all be collectively punished for their unforgivable transgression. In the words recorded by the daemonic scribe in the court of Tepech as the Final Judge issued His most recent proclamation: "There is no salvation after death. Only doom!"
All in all, quite a bit more to write than last time!
Like I said before, the suggestion for what a Luddite "counter-deity" that's a direct reaction to the Machine God in the Warp might look like was too fascinating to overlook, hence the nearly 3,700-word wall of text above that I needed a couple days to put together. Feel free to let me know what you guys think, though for the time being, I'd say I did a pretty good job at least sketching it out.
Zyobot
Just a time-traveling robot stranded on Earth.
So, bit of an "odd" question, but are there any canonically instances of vaguely "angelic" Warp entities?
Don't even need to be benevolent, per se, as even beings that resemble weird-AF Biblical angels while still being enigmatic or morally ambiguous are enough for me. Even then, I haven't encountered any, especially since the grim-dark setting and Chaotic state of the Warp overwhelmingly favor Satanic-looking daemons and the Ruinous Powers themselves.
Don't even need to be benevolent, per se, as even beings that resemble weird-AF Biblical angels while still being enigmatic or morally ambiguous are enough for me. Even then, I haven't encountered any, especially since the grim-dark setting and Chaotic state of the Warp overwhelmingly favor Satanic-looking daemons and the Ruinous Powers themselves.
IIRC there's one Entity that is considered a Saint? I think it was a chick?
Also, there's the Legion of the Damned, but they're more conventional warp entities (they were a lost chapter of the Firehawks which became cursed in the Warp, and they decided to go batshit on Chaos).
Zyobot
Just a time-traveling robot stranded on Earth.
Yeah, some sort of "Living Saint" who appears and vanishes without explanation, if I recall correctly. Don't recall her name or know much about her otherwise, though.
Heard of them before, but never really read up on them or what their deal was.
By the way, should probably clarify that I'm not looking for mortals-turned-Warp-empowered-beings who come across as vaguely angelic. Rather, my question had more to do with "angelic" daemons who originate from the Warp itself, even if nothing is known of their patron god or their moral alignment?
Personally, I'd say LordLucan's WH50K fanfic, The Shape of the Nightmare to Come, provides a pretty good diorama for what actual 40K angels (or as they're called, "angyls") might look like. Still Lovecraftian creatures that serve an even worse master, but beings of blinding light and the imposition of rigid order instead of twisted, malformed daemons who unleash wanton Chaos. At least, that's more of a worst-case scenario, which is the regrettable default for the 40K setting. 🤷♂️
Y'all talking about Celestine?
Zyobot
Just a time-traveling robot stranded on Earth.
Huh; seems I was, at least when @Jormungandr brought it up.
Again, though, I'd like to clarify my question concerns "angelic" daemons originating from the Warp itself, rather than Warp-boosted mortals or apparitions? Basically, think sightings of Warp entities who resemble Biblical angels more than Chaos daemons, if mainly in appearance rather than moral alignment (which is usually ambiguous, at best).
Aldarion
Neoreactionary Monarchist
Basically a Warhammer 40k version of Tolkien's Army of the Dead.
IIRC, the Adeptus Sororitas can also do explicitly non-warp miracles, but it's never really explained.
Zyobot
Just a time-traveling robot stranded on Earth.
Not something I've heard of, either, but an interesting claim in its own right.
As I said above, my question was more to do with "angelic" daemons originating from the Warp itself, rather than Warp-boosted mortals or poorly explained miracles? Basically, think sightings of Warp entities who resemble Biblical angels more than Chaos daemons, if more in appearance than moral alignment (which tends to be ambiguous, at best).
It's their belief in the Grace and Power of the God-Emperor protecting them.
Yeah, I just recall it somehow not being through the warp. Though (again) I could be wrong on this.
Zyobot
Just a time-traveling robot stranded on Earth.
Speaking of 40K parallels with Christian mythology, though:
In which case, gotta' wonder what a Warp-born version of the Abrahamic God would look like?
Even if beings from the Abrahamic faiths still exist without the Warp, I wouldn't discount all those millennia of veneration creating separate Warp entities who are human-envisoned "simulacrums" of the real deal. Sadly, they've probably dissolved or been severely weakened by now, while actual God (and in fact, actual Jesus) remains all too absent.
In which case, gotta' wonder what a Warp-born version of the Abrahamic God would look like?
Even if beings from the Abrahamic faiths still exist without the Warp, I wouldn't discount all those millennia of veneration creating separate Warp entities who are human-envisoned "simulacrums" of the real deal. Sadly, they've probably dissolved or been severely weakened by now, while actual God (and in fact, actual Jesus) remains all too absent.
I wouldn't be surprised if it's a manifestation of Warp Power. The funny conundrum here is that the main Faith of the Sister Sororitas is that, at it's foundation, is that the Emperor Saves. This means that no 'warp' entities get to take advantage of that power. At least, it's what I've taken from reading some fluff.
Everything in 40k is connected to the Warp/Immaterium. Everything.
...Well, except the Necrons and the 'Nids, but they're special cases. Hell, even the Tau have a Presence, though it's so insignificant that 99.99% of the time not even the lowliest of daemons would notice them.
Fun fact: There's a Tau general that one of the Chaos Gods took notice of, and it's determined to corrupt him. So far plot armour has kept him safe, but the reality is that while the Tau's Presence is insignificant, once one is spotted or singled out by a powerful Chaos entity, a human baby has better mental defences/chances against corruption.
...Well, except the Necrons and the 'Nids, but they're special cases. Hell, even the Tau have a Presence, though it's so insignificant that 99.99% of the time not even the lowliest of daemons would notice them.
Fun fact: There's a Tau general that one of the Chaos Gods took notice of, and it's determined to corrupt him. So far plot armour has kept him safe, but the reality is that while the Tau's Presence is insignificant, once one is spotted or singled out by a powerful Chaos entity, a human baby has better mental defences/chances against corruption.