Wystan

Там "And They Shall Know No Fear..." Даррена Кокса.

Перезалил...

Можно. А зачем?

Venerable Brother Jarold... правда Мk V :)

Ломает...делать целиком... Про терминатора: Suddeny th battering stops. Through his good eye the Emperor sees a solitary Terminator has entered the room. The marine charges towards the Warmaster, stormbolter blazing. Horus look at him and laughs. For a moment he stands triumphant, allowing the marine to see what he has done to his Emperor. The Emperor knows what is going to happen next, sees the gloating triumph on Horus face. There is no trace of his friend left there. There is only a daemon driven by insane destructive fury. Horus tuns his burning gaze on the Terminator and the marine's flesh flakes away to reveal his skeleton then even that is gone, reduced to dust. А Гора Император завалил спеллом :)

Флафф-библию нафиг... Небольшой рассказ, о том как Император сражался с Гором написал Билл Кинг в той же книге The Lost and the Damned... Насчет доспехов: их фрагменты были использованы для изготовления Сrux Terminatus на броне терминаторов... Инфа эта широко доступна и была еще в Rogue Trader'е и Index Astartes... Ignorance will be punished... >

Special character во 2-й редакции, наставник того самого Ульрика....

...Отрывок из Realms of Chaos: Lost and the Damned, 1990 года... cтр.174... Спасибо Дядюшке...:) THE EMPEROR IS BORN Of the birth and early life of the Emperor we shall say only a little, for space does not permit us to examine every detail of a life-time spanning almost fifty thousand Years. His mother and father were human, his brothers and sisters were mortals like any other, so when he was born his parents had no reason to think of him as anything other than a normal human child. Only much later would he identify the time birth as the eight millennium BC or the place as Central Anatolia, and by then he would have almost forgotten his early life among the barren mountains and cold streams. Там еще несколько страниц про Императора...:)...Но оцифровывать текст сейчас ломает...:) Вот такая инфа...Но имейте в виду, что дальше идут статьи про Иллюминатов, Звездное дитя и Сенсеев...:)

Повторяю...еще раз...возможно, что Ньял Призывающий Бури (Njal Stormcaller) ;) Вроде не умер еще...:)

Тогда уж Njal Stormcaller, так как он наставник Ulrik'a....:)

Brother Jarold...? До или после?...И если после то Mk IV или Mk V? ...:)

To Billy... ...Да нет...не приходилось...:)

А поначалу W40K, то бишь Rogue Trader, был не варгеймом в прямом смысле, а настольной ролевой игрой...:)

To Evilhomyak... ...стволы для лохов, ножи для профессионалов...(С) Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels... ;)

...Update... ...Знаменосец крестового похода Солемнус...

To Force... ...Точно?...а на какой странице?...Полный текст из книги правил 3-ей редакции (ISBN 1-869893-19-0, той самой, с черными храмовниками от John'a Blanche на обложке) выложу завтра...Раздел Age of Imperium, статья The Emperor...стр. 104-105... Но там даже близко к переводу...не стояло...или наоборот?... ;)

А есть возможность узнать у Hellraiser'a, автора статьи, где он взял оригинал?...;)

Отметьте также, что Эбнетт пишет Anatoly вместо Anatolia...The name comes from the Greek Aνατολή (Αnatolē) or Ανατολία (Anatolía), which means "rising of the sun" or "east"... К тому же это древнее название всей Малой Азии...

Дэн Абнетт (Dan Abnett), "Возвышение Гора" (Horus Rising) 2006-го издания, стр. 354-355... He [Emperor] showed me again the horseman with the bow, the galloping warrior. The dreadful Sagittary he said. Most warlike of all. Strong, relentless, unbridled, swift and sure of his mark. In ancient times, he told me, this was the greatest sign of all. The centaur, the horse-man, the hunter-warrior, had been beloved in the old ages. In Anatoly in his own childhood, the centaur had been a revered symbol. A rider upon a horse, so he said, armed with a bow. The most potent martial instrument of its age, conquering all before it. Over time, myth had blended horseman and steed into one form. The perfect synthesis of man and war machine. That is what you must learn to be, he told me. That is what you must master. One day, you must command my armies, my instruments of war, as if they were an extension of your own person. Man and horse, as one, galloping the heavens, submitting to no foe. At Ullanor, he gave me this.’ Horus set down his cup, and leaned forward to show them the weathered gold ring he wore on the smallest finger of his left hand. It was so eroded by age that the image was indistinct. Loken thought he could detect hooves, a man's arm, a bent bow. ' It was made in Persia, the year before the Emperor was born. The dreadful Sagittary. This is you now, he said to me. My Warmaster, my centaur. Half man, half army embedded in the Legions of the Imperium. Where you turn, so the Legions turn. Where you move, so they move. Where you strike, so they strike. Ride on without me, my son, and the armies will ride with you.’ There was a long silence. 'So you see.’ Horus smiled. 'I am predisposed to like the dreadful Sagittary, now we meet him, face to face.’ IMHO...сдается мне, что Эбнетта здесь занесло на поворотах...:) Скоро будет отрывок из Realm of Chaos: Lost and the Damned...

Итак... Постараемся не флудить и собрать все кусочки информации о Императоре...:) Тема, которую снесли во флейм, показала, что есть два орывка из... 1.Priestley, Rick; and Ansell, Bryan (1990). Realm of Chaos: The Lost and the Damned 2.Abnett, Dan (2006). Horus Rising ...В которых имеется сноска на эту всем известную личность. ...текст из Эбнетта (со стр. 354-355 из Horus Rising) я повешу завтра в оригинале на английском... ...текст из дополнения к Rogue Trader'у повешу чуть позже, когда будет само издание... ...а сейчас статья из основной книги правил Rogue Trader (стр. 135; 138): The Emperor The Emperor of the Imperium, Master of Mankind, Lord of Humanity and God of the human race, has ruled his vast spacial realm for longer than any living man can remember. Countless millennia ago he was born to mortal parents, growing into manhood littIe realising the fate awaiting him. As a youth he began to manifest strange powers, powers which intensified and multiplied as he grew older. Not least amongst these powers was that of longevity - a virtual immortality that gave him time to develop his abilities fully. For long ages he lived secretly amongst mankind, as empires grew and fell, and mankind discovered how to control and exploit the Earth. As his powers evolved he learned of the dangers beyond his own world, of the psychically attuned creatures that roamed the voids inbetween space, hungering and clawing for the life-stuff of living creatures. For countless ages he hid within humanity, nurturing his powers and waiting. At last, over ten thousand years ago he began his struggle, for he knew that humanity was on the verge of a revolution, a genetic revolution that would create a new psychically aware race, a race of which he was the first and most powerful. Without his guidance he realised the emerging race of psychics would fall prey to the dangers he had already faced, the perils of entities that fed upon psychic energy, or who used that energy for their own horrific purposes. So, the Emperor emerged from long hiding, creating the Age of the Imperium ovet ten millennia ago in a series of wars now remembered by none save their victor. His rule has been a long and harsh one, for there is much at stake - the life of humanity itself. The strain of his constant vigiIance has taken a heavy toll upon the man that was once human, for now his body can no longer support life, and his shattered carcass remains intact only because it is held by a spirit itself sustained by the strangest of machinery - ancient artifacts constructed by the Emperor in an elder age. It is ironic that this creature, whose will emends to over a million worlds, is now unable to Ieave the life-giving machinery of his imperial throne, unable to so much as lift a shrivelled finger or twitch a shrunken eye. The living carcass of the Emperor is immobile, held fast within the bio-machine that sustains his spirit. The mass of this machine is contained within the imperial palace; room upon room of twisted technoIogy, pulsing with a life and will of its own - living, breathing, reproducing and writhing like a giant, mindless organism. Held within this perversion of science lies the Emperor himself, or rather what now remains of his carcass, the seat of his omnipotent will. The Emperor understands the dangers that face his race, and has assumed the role which seems pre-ordained for him, that of its guardian. Perhaps he is a freak, or perhaps nature created him as the protector of her metamorphosis. Either way, the Emperor is now the custodian of his race, and he alone bears the knowledge of its fate. To this end the Emperor maintains strict control over the development of humanity and contributes directly to its survival by utilising his powers. He plays a vital role in space travel within the Imperium. In order to steer a craft over great distances, a human navigator uses a mental homing signal, a sort of psychic beacon to guide him through warp space. To provide a mental signal throughout human controlled space would not be possible to any ordinary psyker. However, the Emperor is no ordinary psyker - his powers go beyond those of mortals. Even so, the strain of transmitting a continuous signal would prove far to strenuous, and he merely concentrates his powers on directing a signal created by others. These are the imperial servants known as the Adeptus Astronomica, psykers whose bodies and souls are leeched of energy. This energy is projected by the mind of the Emperor in the form of the psychic beacon known as the Astronomican. The sheer quantity of mental energy is vast, and only the mind of the Emperor is sufficient to handle so much raw power. The fate of the Adeptus Astronomica is a sad one, for their efforts soon reduce them to empty husks of bone and dry flesh. Many die every day. They are not the only psykers who are asked to make the ultimate sacrifice, for the Emperor cannot eat as men eat, or drink fluids or breathe air. His life has passed beyond a point where such things can sustain him. For the Emperor the only viable sustenance is human life-force - soul - and he has a great and insatiable appetite. Nor will just any human suffice for this purpose, for the soul-donor must be a very special person in their own right, someone with psychic powers. The Inquisition scours the Imperium in a tireless search for emergent psykers, individuals too vulnerable to be left alone. Some or these men and women will be recruited into the Adeptus Terra (especially the Adeptus Astronomica and Adeptus Astra Telepathica) but many more will serve their Emperor in a more gruesome way. Given up to the weird machinery that surrounds the Master of Mankind, their souls will be gradually leeched from their bodies to feed the Emperor" spirit. Hundreds must die in this way every day if the Emperor. the Imperium and humanity are to survive. It would be simple to think of the Emperor as an evil corruption of nature. Yet, as the Adeptus Terra teach, the sorrow and slaughter that feeds his divine corpse is a trifling price to pay for the survival of the race. Without the Emperor there would be little space travel and no protection in a hostile universe. Left uncontrolled, the emerging race of psychic humans would become the unwitting vehicle of humanity's destruction. For there are many foul aliens which not only feed upon the life-force of other races, but which use that life-force as a means of opening portals in warp space, infiltrating populated planets via the poorly protected minds of inexperienced psykers. The Master of Mankind knows that to protect his race he must survive, must live forever if necessary, or until such time as psychic humans have evolved sufficient strength to withstand the dangers they face. If thousands must endure pain and death for his sake, how considerable must be the agony of a creature whose body is all but destroyed, whose mind is encased inside a rotting shell and whose every thought is enslaved to the task of serving his race. Просьба к читателям темы: Публиковать отрывки из официально изданных продуктов GW на языке оригинала...(дабы избежать трудностей перевода) Флаффбиблию, переводы с warhammer40k.ru, cтатьи с Википедии отразить либо использовать лишь в качестве наводки...:)

Обкурюсь...ты уже на нервы действуешь... Дискуссия подошла к такому результату... Судя по отрывку из статьи на Википедии: Almost a year after this council and the resulting suicides, a child was born - the boy who would become the Immortal God Emperor of all Mankind. His original name is unknown, although there are some references in Warhammer 40,000 canon that he was born in the 8th millennium BC in central Anatolia (Priestley and Ansell, 1990; Abnett, 2006). He grew up in an isolated and poor rural area and it was rumoured that he had the power to stop his own aging and numerous other potent and miraculous psychic abilities Установлено то, что: Дата: 8-е тысячелетие до нашей эры Источники (будут проверены): 1.Priestley, Rick; and Ansell, Bryan (1990). Realm of Chaos: The Lost and the Damned 2.Abnett, Dan (2006). Horus Rising На этом закончим... P.S. Просьба дать третий череп за терпение...:)

Обкурюсь!...Скорей всего именно 8000 лет до н.э. так как на Википедии дают два источника под эту дату Земли Хаоса и Возвышение Гора... Даты уточняются...! Зеф, а я тебя и не виню...:) Террариер, ты еще и Алистера Кроули приплети...:)

Обкурюсь!...см. внимательней...8 тысячелетие до н.э.! Провокатор! :) Даты уточняются...:)

Зеф, вот блин обидно-то...мог бы череп энот сегодня заработать...:) А повлиять можешь...например не флудить и не убивать мозг...:) То monsieur Hereticus... А про щиты я уже говорил...:)

Блин...Вопрос-то когда родился, а не кем!?... для тех кто в бронепоезде...:) Если действительно в Realm of Chaos упоминалось 8 тысячелетие до н.э., то это и есть однозначный ответ... Зеф...я про свой третий череп говорил...:) а не про твой флуд...:)....Хаос Стич подловил...меня :) не со зла конечно...:) А равнодушие это не есть хорошо...вот если бы мне было все равно, я в эту тему и не поперся...:) Ищите и обрящете...(С) Inquisitor Quixos...;)