NationStates Jolt Archive

The signs were all around them; sigils in the skies; cataclysms upon earth and star...The universe was changing; a vast and moving thing who heeded not to the desires of men....Only ambition could mold it thus; could shape it, take it as their own.

The Chronosian Imperium, which had stood for countless ages, burned with a zealots fire; ever hungry for more; for land with which to expand, with a furious desire and insatiable need for souls to be sacrificed to their dark and terrible Gods.

The Warriors of the Imperium burned with the warriors flame; a wrathful fury born at the base of the great Bronze throne of Khorne. The Sorcerors cast their treacherous runes in the name of Tzeentch; great war horns roared with primal fury, scouring nerve end with pain and pleasure in the name of the Dark prince, Slaanesh; and the pestilent hordes cried in lament, their sorrowful wails and the buzzing of countless insects as the symphony of Nurgle...

The Imperium would expand; for the Hammer of the Emperor, this Imperial Guard were readying; ferried in the Imperial navy. vast Contingents of Space Marines crossed the inky, star-dotted void in His Name, and the Adeptus Mechanicus readied their ancient war vessels for conflict; annointing tank and armor and bolter in the sacred name of the Machine God...

Against such might, such primal fury and wrath from the heart of Chaos....Could any stand against it?

OOC: Ok, this is basically a thread for my Empire to expand (Other people are, why not me!?) This will consist of widespread war and diplomacy; by hook or by crook the Imperium will gain land :P Bump for interest.

OOC: You have my attention.

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The Forge Worlds of the Imperium rang heavy with the noise of great machines; the weaponsmiths of the Hydran Systems began their dark work; the founding of weapons of war, from the smallest chainsword to the largest starship; all were set to work. The vast factories churned out vehicles and armor; enough to fuel the fires of Chronosian war, and through it, its industry. Onwards went the Weaponsmiths; as the great bells tolled; and each offered their craft as sacrifice to the Emperor, the Gods of Chaos, and the exalted Machine.

The Dark Lord, Chronos, Sith and Primarch, Psyker and Warrior....Prowled the dark expanse of Space with his cadre of Sith Warriors; trained in the ways of the Psyker and the Sith; genetically enhanced as all their Space Marine Brethern...The Firey Sword of Chaos' wrath. They would be as shadows; seeking power through subversion. They were the dark spies and assassins of the Imperium; the eyes and ears of the Darkness...And they had time and time again shown themselves worthy. They would strike into the heart of an enemy; and would know no fear.

Upon bastard worlds, riddled and pock-marked with pits and tunnels; the Uruk-Hai readied; the foulest of Chaos' mortal servants. Roars echoed skywards; Swords and bolters were raised; clashign against the sky, lashign out as though the very heavens should bleed. Armored, heavily or lightly, bearing greater and greater weapons; they poured forth in hordes, motivated by their Chaos Masters; driven by their Orkish bloodlust; as great cries of WAAAAAAAAGH! filled the worlds with news of Conflict.
A vast Uruk, enhanced and imbued with countless technological adaptations; a great powa klaw sparking. as he growled and roared in bloodlust, led them forth, towards the crude transports...Worlds would suffer under their scourging flame.

Tag for intrest, possible involvment and lots of diplomatic word games.

OOC: So; who wants to be annexed, invading or welcomed into the Chronosian Imperium? :D

OOC: Well we're already allies...

I know; do I figure you can help me ;)
Or we could dispute a world, perhaps? Like...both find it?

I can do a lot... Hmm... perhaps a world dispute, yes... you'll have to come up with an idea and then give me the link. But not today, as I am leaving in an hour.

The world sat like a shimmering pearl amongst the stars; clad in an almost permanent winter; dotted with only the most remote of human settlements; wherein lay a hardy and industrious people; striving onwards against this harsh mother that had cradled them with its gifts; and yet continually punished them with its freezing curse. This world; remote, idyllic, a world of undisturbed fields of white; broken only by the occasional tree, or the wandering animal; was a prime candidate for seisure...As from the darkness of the void, came the Chronosian probe; and its sensors hummed and whirred with eager consumption of data, as it examined the prone sphere below it.
The information carried across the seas of relays and communications, back to the throbbing, pulsing and malign heart of the Imperium; and somewhere; deep in its recesses; amongst servants and statues and shadows; where the great Basalt throne held sway over all its subjects....The voice as of some great and terrible tyrant; echoed through the corridors with a most unusual sound...Dark and bitter, cruel and mocking laughter...

OOC: So; who wants to be annexed, invading or welcomed into the Chronosian Imperium? :D

Oh! Pick me! Pick me! :P

No seriously, we could run into each other though, possibly with violent consequences.

OOC: Sounds fun :D

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Of course, the Concordiat is always willing to assist a larger brother in any war, or exploratory mission...

and enlist that brother's help in exploring the mysterious and twisted Warp.