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craigoxbrow) wrote2010-05-14 06:51 pm
craigoxbrow) wrote2010-05-14 06:51 pm
Hitting 40K with another setting hammer.
Someone suggested adding the Great Old Ones to 40K on RPGnet but it seems like the name and number of weird nihilistic gods lurking in the void of space might not change much. Although a King In Yellow army could be fun.
The amphibious Dagon lurk in the dark oceans of forgotten worlds and drift through space in their coral cityships, and wear encounter suits filled with briny water when in space or on land, riding in pressurised submersible tanks and "flying fish", fighting with electroshock tridents and nets. The rumours that they use humanity as breeding stock adds to their revulsion, and those with the look of Dagon ancestry are added to Inquisitorial watchlists.
The fungal Mi-Go travel through space in their hivecraft and flying alone. Uncaring masters of biotechnology, they are said to be the creators of the Tyranids. While they present themselves as more moderate, this is simply because they care not at all for Humanity rather than despising it. If they descend upon a planet like a plague of man-sized locusts, it is because they want something, and they will as happily burn through anyone in their way as negotiate.
The serpentine Yig hold a few worlds of their own, and their vile curving craft are sometimes seen at the edges of the Imperium. If they fight physically, riding in their snaking hovertanks with their staffs of power and poisonous diamondised daggers, it is because they view a world as weak and easily taken, because they prefer to work by guile. Their ability to mimic human and other forms allows the callous reptiles to sabotage and undermine bastions of suffering Humanity.
The Insects From Shaggai burned with their world. Anyone who says differently is clearly deluded.The Third Eye knows the truth!
The mad Elder Things seem content to remain in their own worlds, troubling no-one, analysing the other races' technologies. If you see one of their towering Octohedron space carriers, they are most likely on their way to trouble one of the other powers.
The so-called Great Race Of Yith is known only in markings on cave walls across a thousand worlds. Certainly no-one has ever seen such a being.
The inhabitants of Carcosa are among the greatest artists of the Imperium, if you like that sort of thing.
The accursed Ghouls of the Hiveworld depths were once human but are now far beyond the pale. Some claim that rather than simply thoughtless cannibals, some of them even worship their own charnel Chaos God. A world too rife with Ghouls must be cleansed with flame.
The mighty Spawn of Cthulhu, said to be the gods of the Dagon, are rarely seen as they sleep through the ages. But when one arises, it can destroy a city in hours and battle a Titan hand-to-hand.
And now I want to make a Dagon army.
The amphibious Dagon lurk in the dark oceans of forgotten worlds and drift through space in their coral cityships, and wear encounter suits filled with briny water when in space or on land, riding in pressurised submersible tanks and "flying fish", fighting with electroshock tridents and nets. The rumours that they use humanity as breeding stock adds to their revulsion, and those with the look of Dagon ancestry are added to Inquisitorial watchlists.
The fungal Mi-Go travel through space in their hivecraft and flying alone. Uncaring masters of biotechnology, they are said to be the creators of the Tyranids. While they present themselves as more moderate, this is simply because they care not at all for Humanity rather than despising it. If they descend upon a planet like a plague of man-sized locusts, it is because they want something, and they will as happily burn through anyone in their way as negotiate.
The serpentine Yig hold a few worlds of their own, and their vile curving craft are sometimes seen at the edges of the Imperium. If they fight physically, riding in their snaking hovertanks with their staffs of power and poisonous diamondised daggers, it is because they view a world as weak and easily taken, because they prefer to work by guile. Their ability to mimic human and other forms allows the callous reptiles to sabotage and undermine bastions of suffering Humanity.
The Insects From Shaggai burned with their world. Anyone who says differently is clearly deluded.
The mad Elder Things seem content to remain in their own worlds, troubling no-one, analysing the other races' technologies. If you see one of their towering Octohedron space carriers, they are most likely on their way to trouble one of the other powers.
The so-called Great Race Of Yith is known only in markings on cave walls across a thousand worlds. Certainly no-one has ever seen such a being.
The inhabitants of Carcosa are among the greatest artists of the Imperium, if you like that sort of thing.
The accursed Ghouls of the Hiveworld depths were once human but are now far beyond the pale. Some claim that rather than simply thoughtless cannibals, some of them even worship their own charnel Chaos God. A world too rife with Ghouls must be cleansed with flame.
The mighty Spawn of Cthulhu, said to be the gods of the Dagon, are rarely seen as they sleep through the ages. But when one arises, it can destroy a city in hours and battle a Titan hand-to-hand.
And now I want to make a Dagon army.