The world of Warhammer has always sat at the precipice of destruction as the forces of order are overwhelmed and forced to adapt to barely scrape by. Chaos encroaches at every turn and it seems that the best efforts of honest men cannot compete with the unceasing tide of death. The world is shaken, however, when a cannoneer from Nuln redefines how the endless war is fought.

Why coulden't i have die in the car crash. Why coulden't i got transported One Piece or Dragon Boll? Why Warhammer 40k. the grim dark future of only war and fate worse than DEATH!. F ! me. At least i got s System.

Continuing the first story, we will be venturing into the worlds garrisoned by the armies of Hope and all the interactions. This doesn't have a beginning, middle and end like the first installment so it might meander a bit. I hope you enjoy it!

Got inspired to insert myself into the game and I even went as far as to format it like its in-game! Added in custom skills/talents as well! I only put in what's unique to me as a Legendary Lord instead of an ENTIRE Skill/Talent Tree cause after the Yellow/Unique Skills you could fill in the rest with the generic stuff. Anyways! R&R!

Leman Russ has been wandering through the twisted realms of Chaos for nearly 10,000 years. He thought he had seen everything the horrors of the immaterium had to offer him; until now. Faced with a place that challenges everything he thought he knew about the universe, could this new world hold the key to saving not just the Imperium, but all of reality?

Ciaphas Cain just intended to spend time partying with the local elite to make his lifetime posting managing a bunch of PDF on a backwater world like Slawkenberg more comfortable. Now his face is on the flag of rebellion across the system, he has an enamoured Daemon Princess stalking him from the Warp, and the lunatics are looking to HIM for leadership …

30K AU. A single pebble thrown might yet be led to a tidal wave. Sometimes, being in the right place at the wrong time can make all the difference. Crossover with characters and other elements from Fromsoft Video Games and other media sources.

In the time of the Dark Imperium a new Brotherhood arose, fighting in the forgotten reaches of the galaxy. Fresh and newborn they must walk a perilous line between honour and survival and the decision as to whether they shall be known for their nobility or callousness has yet to be determined. These are the stories of the Amber Vipers. Art by Judd Abinuman

Down in the underhives a family of pious House Cawdor settlers try to run a respectable family friendly motel, in the face of bizarre mayhem from their ganger customers.

A starving artist is swept away from her home in New Jersey to the grim darkness of the far future. She embarks on a quest with her new friends to discover the secrets of the Warp itself so that she may return home. A Chaos-saturated take on the Wizard of Oz, and an epic "weak to strong" tale as a possible new God-Empress navigates her uncertain future.

Isha escaped the Fall and Slaanesh, turning to the dubious aide of the Emperor of Mankind for protection. But as it turns out, escaping may have been the easy part...(Adopted From Ashynarr)

The universe of 40k is possibly the worst universe a poor soul could find themselves trapped in. From Daemons, Tyranids, Eldar, and even Man itself ready and willing to kill you for minor grievances and infractions it is hard to get a leg up to survive with your sanity intact. That is of course assuming you don't get lucky with a one in a trillion chance. Like I just somehow did.

Psody grew up, and his adventure continues! With his friends and family, he must now manage a whole kingdom where Skaven and Humans can live together.

Psody a grandi et son aventure continue ! Avec sa famille et ses amis, il tâche de faire vivre au mieux le Royaume des Rats, où Humains et Skavens peuvent vivre ensemble.

Bloody Platoon has run countless successful missions across Cadia. But a spy is working within the 10th Kasrkin Regiment; it's up to Marsh Silas and his Kasrkin to prevent Traitor Guardsmen from rampaging across the planet. A lighter, supplemental story with vignette style-chapters following Marsh Silas & Co. during the interim between Volume II and the upcoming Volume III!

For five years, Titus Renn served in the State Regiments, but he wants more from the world. When his uncle gifts him a mysterious blade, he sets out to find its origins, and to see more of the world than just the mud and the blood. Meanwhile, a mysterious figure pursues him, intent and securing the blade for themselves, and the hidden legacy it contains. Commissioned by Stormed

I don't know how it happened. I suddenly woke up in the body of a Necron Overlord in a crumbling tomb world. I don't know where I am, I don't know what my goal is, but I'm sure of one thing. To survive in this cruel galaxy I need to restore the dynasty I'm a part of, maybe I'll end up creating mine along the way. Who knows?

The Word Bearer Procrus and his subordinates have successfully escaped the Imperial world of Ripag's Watch in the Cadian Gate, but now will they survive long enough to get back to the (relative) safety of the Eye of Terror?

Entombed on the Golden Throne, the Master of Mankind has been near helpless to the cries of humanity, unable to prevent the tides of war that slowly erodes the corrupted heart of His Imperium. The Herd lacks a Shepard. So with what power he still maintains control of, the Emperor decides to try to tip the scale in Humanity's favor. It's time for something new... well, new-ish.

A Space Marine and Sister of Battle learn that they are the key to bringing back the lost Primarch Rogal Dorn. However, to do so they must reignite old desires.

A man finds himself seemingly doomed to live in a fever dream, ripped away from the modern day to the tune of laughing gods and even stranger beings. Sacred machines sparks to life and a sleeping dragon stirs.

For over five millennia, the Adepta Sororitas have zealously defended the Imperium of Man from alien, mutant and heretic alike. They are the Daughters of the God-Emperor, the mailed fist of the Imperial Church. They are the Sisters of Battle. But now, on a remote world, one young Sister finds herself confronted by a horror that will shake the very core of her faith.

There is a mercenary company roaming the land. An entire legion of sellswords, but they don't ask for coin, typically. No, they ask for knowledge of events, even if only in the form of rumours, they ask for raw materials, and they ask for use of facilities with which to work those materials. In that order of preference. They are armed. They are professional. They are... lizardmen?

Time is not linear in the Warp, and the future changes the past, while the past brings about the future. A deeply unimportant Necron Cryptek becomes the pet project of a Daemon Prince, to see if a Necron can be corrupted to chaos. And unimportant things can become very important, given time to grow and flower. Trazyn would know.

A long term side-project I'm working on, this story is inspired by the Warhammer 40,000 universe. When a formerly loyal agricultural world mysteriously falls under the influence of the Tau Etherals, the 707th Greyhound regiment of the Astra Militarium is dispatched to reclaim this revolting world in the name of the Emperor and Imperium, however not is as it all seems. This story w