The Inquisition of the Imperium of Man is many things. 'Nice' is not one of them. This is a fanfiction. I own none of the rights to Warhammer 40000 or Warhammer 40000 Inquisitor Martyr.

On occasion, rogue traders arn't completely mad, and the ecclesiarchy is a completely valid institution, both with restrained responses to others and goodwill towards men. This is not one of those times.

Everything you need to know about ork fleets.

reposting this story. Let's keep the reviews focused on the work this time. No more flaming and fighting with other users about fossil fuels in the comments section this time, review the work rather than the reviews. This story is about the forces of chaos fighting each other in a resource war over the fuel they need for their tanks and vehicles in and around the Maelstrom.

When you walk a Path, you learn many things, both of the Path and of yourself. I've walked many Paths, learned many things from them, but I have yet to find the Path that feels right. Perhaps I will in time, but who can say? The tides of fate and the whims of the Great Fool can be just as helpful as hurtful. Eldar SI. Warning: Dark Eldar and Chaos!

A confronting look at the day to day lives of female slaves and civilians living on board a Night Lords Chaos Space Marine strike cruiser. As the strike cruiser and it's Space Marine owners cause havoc and woe throughout the galaxy, the women who live on board do their best to survive as they are carried along for the ride. My first ever book, poorly written but huge 57 chapters.

greatest love story never told

After Royally screwing over their own allies, the galaxy's most dysfunctional night lords warband have acquired a priceless Gloriana class Battleship "the Nightmare Asylum" and won back the Alpha Plus. Now embarked on a Journey to the Segmentum Solar, can these dysfunctional lunatics overcome their own incompetence to get the ship home without wrecking it?

"A Dwarf should have his feet on the ground or, more preferably, a hundred feet below. But they're nippy little buggars, I can tell you, and useful for getting behind the enemy and given 'em a good wallop up the backside with that rapid-firing gun." —Durgrim Redmane, Longbeard, on the merits of Gyrocopters

A Confessor nearing the end of his life confides in a young initiate the story of his greatest triumph.

When visions flicker through the Warp of evils unleashed by folly and ignorance, the Eldar and the Imperium alike move to keep the Great Enemy from breaching the Veil and reach forth into the material realm. But things are hardly simple, especially where the Inquisition, the Eldar, and the Thousand Sons are involved. Set in Zahariel's Roboutian Heresy universe.

Everything you need to know about the Eldar fleets.

This is a story I created from a Dark Heresy roleplay game I run with my friends. I have added things, changed names, and tried to smooth out the story which was hectic at times. it is quite long but then again it was a long session lol

In the grimdark future of the 41st millennium, there is only war. Yet when a strange warp anomaly rips some of the deadliest warriors of this war-torn future into the current day, they are somewhat smaller. Heresy, Humor and Highly volatile weaponry ensue as they attempt to adapt to the 21st century, much to Kate and David's dismay.

Alistravia has made a request of the master of mankind, to leave the imperium and forge her own path. to decide this matter the emperor has called a counsel of all of her current brothers who will vote on weather she is to stay or go. n order to convince them Alistravia must tell the tales of their history in order to make them see sens but some of them have their own agendas.

Alistravia rescues survivors from a black ship on the way to assist rogal dorn in bringing compliance to a lost colony of humanity but finds her self caught between her dislike of imperial law and her need to protect Estrellan citizens.

This is a partially edited version of the original version of Wsuioo that I used as a concept inspiration for my later works. This was never completed and has different details from my later descriptions of Wsuioo. I consider these concept notes rather than canonical. Wrote this in 2016 I think, back before I could write better. This is extremely messed up, tread carefully.

Hjolmar sets his sights on all of Svarland, Joric and Valka in tow. Unbeknownst to them, greater forces have taken an interest, and now vie for control of the ascendant Norsca.

When armies fall, there is little to nothing left. This is the story of the remains of dead armies as they form together to fight the enemies of the Emperor. What happens when you throw a mismatched brigade of Guardsmen, Space Marines, Tankers, artillery men, a pysker and a pair of titans together to fight off the Forces of Chaos and the Ork Horde?

An newborn of the Mordheim empire is abandoned by his parents, so begins the life of Mazakak: The Horned Reaver

Humanity is on the brink of destruction. As Chaos creeps ever closer to Terra, billions fall in defense of the Imperium. However, not all is lost. For there is one group, that seeks to bring peace and order to the galaxy.

The Storm Heralds encounter old friends and new enemies when they take on an Ork threat in the depths of space, in this battle courage and honour may not be enough to survive. This story is a sequel to my previous story Umbram Ignis.

No one ever spoke of those two absent brothers. Their separate tragedies had seemed like aberrations. Had they, in fact, been warnings that no one had heeded? This is the story of the Forgotten brother, the master of the 2nd Legion of Astartes. Witness the tragedy unfold and the rise and fall of Kurom the Primarch lord of the second Legion, Royal Dragons.

Magnus the Red narrates his life as one would a fairy tale to a visiting daemon. Why the Chaos Gods put so much effort into screwing with the Primarchs' lives. Re-uploaded.

The 212th is a distinguished regiment, famous for its extensive counter-ork actions. But the 212th was destroyed long ago. So just who is it carrying their banner and facing off against the Imperium's foes? This is the story of the Grot Coat's 212th Fightin' Boyz and how they serve the Big Boss on the Shiny Chair.