Warhammer 40k 8th edition rules pdf
12įorces of Chaos.92Ĭollecting Citadel Miniatures.14 Building and Painting. Our most cursed foes are the shadows of our souls made real, and they would see the galaxy burn.ĬONTENTS The Warhammer 40,000 Hobby. The Enemy, nemesis of all, comes not from without. But beneath this battle of darkness and light there is a truth that sears the mind.
Every imaginable conflict is made manifest, and the valorous bleed and die anew each day. I see war unbound raging across the cosmos, a black fire that consumes a million worlds. With each passing night, they bring the galaxy closer to eternal damnation. They seek to rule over us, to wrest reality itself from our mortal grip. I see the creatures of the Warp, jealous and hungry, tearing at the fabric of reality with talon and tempest. The celestial clock chimes loud, its deathly knell the doom of all. I see the trickling sands of time, blown thin in the winds of war.
Blindly does Mankind make that same journey, now standing on the edge of the abyss. The tides of Chaos have toppled civilisations, bringing them from supremacy to the brink of annihilation. Like the sea crashing upon the cliffs, it grinds and crushes with every surge. I see a rising deluge of violence drowning Humanity’s worlds. FORGET THE PROMISE OF PROGRESS AND UNDERSTANDING, FOR THERE IS NO PEACE AMONGST THE STARS, ONLY AN ETERNITY OF CARNAGE AND SLAUGHTER AND THE LAUGHTER OF THIRSTING GODS.īUT THE UNIVERSE IS A BIG PLACE AND, WHATEVER HAPPENS, YOU WILL NOT BE MISSED… FORGET THE POWER OF TECHNOLOGY, SCIENCE AND COMMON HUMANITY. IF YOU WANT TO TAKE PART IN THE ADVENTURE, THEN PREPARE YOURSELF NOW. IT IS A UNIVERSE YOU CAN LIVE TODAY – IF YOU DARE – FOR THIS IS A DARK AND TERRIBLE ERA WHERE YOU WILL FIND LITTLE COMFORT OR HOPE. IT IS TO LIVE IN THE CRUELLEST AND MOST BLOODY REGIME IMAGINABLE. TO BE A MAN IN SUCH TIMES IS TO BE ONE AMONGST UNTOLD BILLIONS. HUMAN BLOOD AND HUMAN FLESH – THE STUFF OF WHICH THE IMPERIUM IS MADE. HE IS THE CARRION LORD OF THE IMPERIUM, FOR WHOM A THOUSAND SOULS DIE EVERY DAY, FOR WHOM BLOOD IS DRUNK AND FLESH EATEN. HE IS A ROTTING CARCASS WRITHING INVISIBLY WITH POWER FROM THE DARK AGE OF TECHNOLOGY. HE IS THE MASTER OF MANKIND BY THE WILL OF THE GODS AND MASTER OF A MILLION WORLDS BY THE MIGHT OF HIS INEXHAUSTIBLE ARMIES.
FOR MORE THAN A HUNDRED CENTURIES THE EMPEROR HAS SAT IMMOBILE ON THE GOLDEN THRONE OF EARTH.