Monique

Спасибо за комплимент :love:

http://forums.warforge.ru/index.php?showtopic=203812 Всё очень плохо. Очень-очень. Хуже некуда. Кулаки не используют в бою "Фалангу", чтобы орки её не поломали (!).

КРУЛЕ ИЗ ХРАМА ВЕНЕНУМ!!!

АРМАГЕДДОН - ЭТО ПЕРЕМЕЩЁННЫЙ УЛЛАНОР!!! ‘Yes, Grand Master,’ she said. ‘PL-SS042002-9001. The prime-assumptive world is Pelucidar. The system must be named for it.’ ‘Pelucidar? Never heard of it,’ said Vangorich. ‘Good work, Isolde. Severing contact now.’ The screen blinked out. Isolde stowed her data-slate, checked outside, and slipped away. Так вот чего орки на Армагеддон лезут! Это их Святая Терра!

Их основали между победой над Зверем и выпилом Вангорича.

‘My third, and final decree,’ said Thane. ‘I will be a crusading lord. The Imperial Fists shall no longer stand upon a wall and look out on our enemies and defy them to come to us. We shall be a mobile fortress, moving ever forward to crush those who would spurn the will of the Emperor, whether they be known or unknown. Dangers cannot be waited upon, but must be rooted out and destroyed ere they pose a risk. Never again shall an enemy of the Imperium enter the orbit of Holy Terra. This we swear! For what use is a wall if all the lands about it are laid waste and occupied by the hateful foe? No longer will we stand in one place. No longer will we take wall-names, but we shall become a wall for the whole Imperium. Phalanx will leave before the end of the week, and I will be taking the Imperial Fists with me.’

А вот как решили проблему с геносеменем: ‘These then, are my other decrees. My second is that there shall be a Fourth Founding of Space Marine Chapters. We are too few to effectively defend the Imperium. A thousand years after the Heresy, our numbers are a fraction of what they once were. To allay your concerns, I swear that I do not intend to reform the Legions. The Last Wall will be disbanded. So much power cannot be one man’s to command, I think we can all agree with that. Instead, we shall raise as many new Chapters as we have gene-seed in the great vaults of Terra to sustain. This must be done swiftly. I shall issue a proclamation as Lord Guilliman and as the Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists that all Chapters shall release a portion of their veterans to provide the initial basis for this founding, the greatest since the First. Gene-seed tithing will be doubled for the next century to replenish the vaults. When it is done, there will be hundreds of Chapters to ring the Imperium in adamantium and ceramite instead of dozens.’ ‘Can such a thing be accomplished?’ asked Ekharth. ‘If the genetic material exists, then yes. As a pledge of our continued fealty to Terra, the Adeptus Mechanicus shall undertake to outfit all new Chapters with full armoriums and warfleets, I so submit,’ said Kubik silkily.

The High Lords looked aghast. Lansung swallowed hard. ‘What are you proposing?’ he said. ‘A coup?’ ‘You are Horus returned!’ said Zeck. ‘He does not intend to eliminate us,’ said Sark. ‘I would sense it.’ Anwar smiled, a ghoulish expression on his emaciated, eyeless face. ‘Elimination? I propose nothing of the sort,’ Thane said in disgust. ‘This system of governance was devised by the Emperor Himself. I am not so arrogant as to propose it be undone. Where it has failed, it has failed because it has not been adhered to properly. The Senatorum Imperialis has met in secret for too long. This is my first decree, that the Great Chamber shall be brought back into use permanently. No more meetings in closure. There are not sufficient checks upon the ambitions of individuals among the High Twelve without involvement of the other High Lords and the lesser lords. Too much effort is expended by the masters of lower ordos, adepta and officios in seeking the patronage of the High Twelve. While the High Twelve themselves are without the scrutiny of the wider government, they are free to neglect their duty to the Imperium in favour of duty to their adepta, or worse, their own personal glory.’ ‘Closed sessions were only introduced, my lord, to speed the decision-making process in the wake of the First Black Crusade,’ said Ekharth tremulously. ‘Six hundred years ago and more. Extraordinary measures have a habit of becoming ordinary,’ said Thane. ‘This decree will ensure a more proper adherence to the intentions of the Emperor.’

‘Humour me,’ said Vangorich. ‘That’s not my point, obviously. Just look at Phalanx. Huge, magnificent, terrifying, but like so many other Imperial works, its initial impression hides a sorry truth. No such thing can be built now in the Imperium. Phalanx is vast, and yet it is not so large as the smallest of the ork attack moons. Like so many of the supposedly overpowering weapons our Imperium possesses, for much of the war it was absent, kept in deep space between Venus and Earth. Do you know, it was denied participation in the battle over Terra because its mass would have proved its own worst enemy when confronted with the gravity lashes of the orks? Thane risked it in the Third Battle for Ullanor where Koorland would not, and look at the damage it has sustained. One only has to look at what became of the Throneworld’s orbital defences to see how useless large ships or stations were against the orks. And there is a further thing.’

Тебе нужны: - злобный и трусливый человек, которого никто не любит - 8-14 собак - сани Это как ослик и морковка на верёвочке, только гораздо веселее =)

Йорик, не обижай Нита. Нит - очень хороший человек и мой друг. Только междоусобиц мне не хватало :image030: Нажить врагов - очень просто, а вот завести друзей - гораздо сложнее.

Потом возвращаешься на дачу - а там Серебряное Копытце на крыше стоит =|

! Предупреждение: Закрыто до новых слухов.

Замечательный был человек. Вечная память.

Ты сказал.

! Предупреждение: Вишлистинг переехал в надлежащую тему: http://forums.warforge.ru/index.php?showtopic=215356

Только не на ковёр, он... Уже неважно <_<

"+++"

Осталось объяснить это ксеносам.

Подойдёт? :rolleyes: "+++"

Любишь рисовать картины одной красной краской? :rolleyes:

Наконец-то мы можем устроить праздник греха!

Друзья уже шутят, как Савье рисует жирного-жирного Гора Луперкаля, а Моник подкрадывается сзади и начинает душить его наручниками, как Антон Чигур - полицейского. "18+" Серьёзно, пусть только попробует.

Настолько тонко, что я просто не поняла =| Поясняй =|

В моём роду были змеи :rolleyes: