"Captain...Lord Captain's Log: Date... what? I don't.... I have awoken. I am covered in bandages and medical devices. I... have no recollection of who I am and what I'm doing here. My doctor says it's amnesia. Boy, if that's all that was wrong with me today... everybody around me is expecting me to be somebody important, somebody grand and impressive. I hope I still am. I had best get my act together, whatever it is, before whoever my boss is finds out that I don't remember what my job is. I mean, what even is a Rogue Trader, anyway?

...That's it. End log."

Celestia, Luna, Twilight, Cadance, the four supreme powers of the old world. Born to lead, they rouse their mighty armies to conquer all before them. The mountains will quake, the seas shall boil, the sky itself shall crack open, AND NONE, save perhaps the chaos god of poor connection speed, SHALL STAND IN THEIR WAY!! At least, until a dark and mysterious strategist comes to challenge their supremacy. . .

“The ultimate fate of the Salamanders' Primarch is a matter of much conjecture, for he disappeared many years after the Horus Heresy. Some sources state that Vulkan led his Chapter for three entire millennia before he departed on some mission he never declared to the Imperium at large, though scant evidence of any of his deeds throughout that age remain. The tale is made all the more mysterious by the fact that Vulkan appeared to have left behind him a text, called the Tome of Fire, within which is locked the nature and location of nine artefacts the Primarch willed to his Chapter. It said that over one thousand standard years after the events of the Horus Heresy, Vulkan hid these nine artefacts around the galaxy for his Chapter to find, as a test to see if they were worthy of his leadership. Of these nine relics, five have been recovered, three of which, the Spear of Vulkan, Kesare's Mantle and the Gauntlet of the Forge, are wielded by the Chapter's Forgefather, Vulkan He’stan. Two, the Chalice of Fire and the Eye of Vulkan, remain on the Nocturnean moon of Prometheus in the Chapter’s fortress-monastery, while the last four artefacts, the Engine of Woes, the Obsidian Chariot, the Unbound Flame and the Song of Entropy, have yet to be discovered. The Tome of Fire claims that only when all of these artefacts are recovered by the Forgefather of the Salamanders, as five now have been, will Vulkan judge the Salamanders sufficiently tempered to have passed the ultimate contest. Then, so the legend states, he shall return to lead the Salamanders in the final war against the enemies of Humanity in accordance with the prophecies written within the Chapter's most sacred tome.”

This story is a sequel to The God Empress of Ponykind

One thousand years ago, Luna, Warmistress of Equestria and sister of Empress Celestia, fell to the powers of Chaos and plunged Equestria into a brutal civil war. The Traitors were defeated, but not before Luna made the ultimate sacrifice and was sealed away in the Immaterium with only the soul of a slain Primarch to keep her company. For a millennium she has been locked away, waiting for a chance to return to her home and her sister.

Now, she has been freed from the Immaterium, and as she takes her first steps in a new Equestria, one ruled by the powers of Harmony, only one question remains:

Does Equestria still need the services of a Warmistress?

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Accessing Files... Accessing...
File Found.

Name: Anton Ilario
Troop Number: #35863756-878
Location of Birth: Elysia Secundus, Elysia Prime
Date of Birth: 2.456.922.M41
Unit: 158th Elysian Drop Troopers
Rank: Trooper (Field Chirurgeon)
Previous Campaign: N/A
Current Campaign: Second Offensive against House Lysimicus forces on Veyland Sinestre.
Status: MIA (Believed KIA)

Leaving File...
Imperial Thought of the Day: Suffer Not the Alien to Live.

“On that day Pain and I became the BEST OF FRIENDS!”-Vulkan Primarch of the salamanders

Vulkan has been sent from his home in the imperium of man after diving into a WAAAGH! reactor. He awakens in a place that seems to be the exact opposite. This land of friendship and adventure, a place of magical talking ponies, and snoots to be booped.

This Vulkan is based on TTS Vulkan but comes from before the events of that wonder work of art.

AN:I said I would do it, I did it, kinda. Enjoy, and remember

VULKAN LIVES!
Stomp stomp

Featured on: 4/8/2020. Again on 7/19/2020, 8/16/2020, and 11/15/2020.

"The real reason why Roboute Gulliman was the primarch brought back into play for 8th edition: Vulkan may be a terrifying gigantic monster of a man with glowing red eyes, who can literally keep pace with Dark Eldar vehicles on foot and beat their vehicles to pieces with crude iron hammers, while taking wound after wound after wound, literally refusing to die, or reconstituting himself from his component molecules when he gets close, but he's also the perfect example of the all loving hero.

If Vulkan were to be let loose on the modern Warhammer 40K universe, He would fix the imperium by literally bear hugging tthe grimdark out of it, until the only thing left was noble bright. Sanguinius would awaken once more. The eye of terror would spit out countless ponies chanting friendship is magic. The Necrons would decide life was all right and set out to nurture it. The orks would replace comedic sociopathy with comedic inability to cause any real harm. The squats would return. Black templars would finally remove that stick out of their asses. Slaanesh would start making anti rape PSA's. Kal Jerico would go back in canon, and make his living helping people get thteir lives back together. Gaunt's ghosts would find out a ridicolously wealthy rogue trader rebuilt and repopulated Tanith with as many residents offworld as he could find on a whim.

Dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria." -Ambosen youtube comment

Long ago, the Chaos gods were five, and Malal who sought chaos in the destruction of chaos, the heirarch of Anarchy and Terror, was banished. Isolated to an area of space in which it could do no harm to it's former family.

Millions of years later, Princess Celestia observes as the chaos gods, the Imperium, and many other factions begin to arrive in her distant corner of the universe, and reinforces an eons-old quarantine. Ships that attempt to invade go missing or are "reformed" and she has reluctantly let Twilight build up a well prepared planetary defense force.

But when that defense force is put to the test, Celestia decides to call upon the family that once banished her, rather than risk more lives in the conflict.

As the Eye of Discord hovers menacingly over the warrior world of Pegusa, an anomaly starts to appear across all the auspexs and thousands of magiksters's begin to cry out and go mad as their minds are over whelmed by a massive ex-flux of energy. It can only mean one thing, Discord the Arch-Enemy, the Great Foe has unleashed another Black Crusade on all that is good and harmonious in the Imperium of Equines. It will be up to an elite squad of Equsticus Mastartes the Space Mareines to put an end to the unleashing of untold horrors of the warp. Her chosen Daughters, Command Squad Element, of the Ultramareines, lead by Sister Captain Applina Jacqueline (Applejack) and Librarian Twilight Sprakella (TS) will lead the defense of the strategically significant Pegusian Gate the only true route from the Eye into the Imperium. Along with the remaining members of the squad, Chaplin Pinkamina Diane (Pinkie), Empress's Champion Rainboutia Dashina (RD), Techmareine Rariti Marenous (Rarity) and Apothomare Fluttica Shywing (Fluttershy), as well as the regiments of the Pegusian Equine Guard and a Naval flotilla, will they have to hold out until reinforcements arrive, can it be enough? What could the heretics and witches of Discord unleash through the Eye?

I would like to Thank Little Kingdom for taking time out of her busy school schedule to edit my story. She will be edititng everything from chapter 3 on!! Brohoof /)

The End Times are here!

The Great Necomancer, Nagash, has finally completed his vengence on the Tomb Kings of Nehekhara. Settra the Imperishable has fallen and the city of Khemri is now nothing but sand. Every undead creature is now a slave to his indomitable will.

Or so he thinks.

A group of surviving Tomb Kings have managed to evade his sight. Uniting under a lost legion, they flee to a new land beyond his reach, but will this new world truly be safe? Can they count on the Crystal Empire to be their sanctuary? Or will the horrors of the Old World find a way through?

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I have never written a Warhammer fic before, but I am a fan of the books and of Tomb Kings in particular. I hope this is up to scratch with my previous fiction but if anything sticks out let me know and I will correct it. Tagged for Human becaue they are human, undead ones, but technically still human.

While traveling through the magic mirror between worlds, Sunset Shimmer touched upon the realm of Chaos, her course diverted. Rescued by unknown forces, Sunset awoke on a world besieged by daemonic incursions. While running from a daemon, Sunset comes across a dying member of the Order of the Cerulean Chalice, an Ordo Minorus of the Adepta Sororitas. Entrusted with a holy relic, Sunset is given the choice of taking it to the other members of the order, or dying on the doomed planet.

Suspicions surround Sunset on reaching the order, many questioning her nature and whether or not she was sent by their God-Emperor. Some loath her, seeing her as a xenos at worst, or a tainted mutant experiment of the planet's deceased lord at best. Others believe her sent by a Saint, or claim she is merely some form of abhuman. But none of them fully trust Sunset.

To prove herself, Sunset is placed among the scholla within the convent, all while coping with the loss of her magic, and in a new body. There she'll make friends and rivals, and either prove her worth to the Emperor, or die.

Burn the Heretic. Kill the Mutant. Purge the Unclean.