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Introduction

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	==Introduction==		==Introduction==
	It is the 41st millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Eternal Emperor and Empress have been joined in their holy union. He, the last relic of a lost age ~~where~~ hope and wisdom ruled the galaxy, still clinging to his purpose of forging a better future. She, the last remnant of an ancient pantheon, a mother watching over dying children brought low by their own hubris. Together they are the Masters and Guardians of Man and Eldar, the keepers of the Last Alliance~~. They are~~ the embodiments of the Imperium to which a hundred sapient species swear their fealty.		It is the 41st millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Eternal Emperor and Empress have been joined in their holy union. He, the last relic of a lost age when hope and wisdom ruled the galaxy, still clinging to his purpose of forging a better future. She, the last remnant of an ancient pantheon, a mother watching over dying children brought low by their own hubris. Together, they are the Masters and Guardians of Man and Eldar, the keepers of the Last Alliance, the embodiments of the Imperium to which a hundred sapient species swear their fealty.

	At the core of the Imperium is Humanity, its teeming multitudes ever resilient, stubbornly carving out a future amongst the hostile stars. The greatest of Man’s allies are the Eldar, ancient and wise~~. Their~~ shared bond forged in battle and sealed in blood millennia ago. Since then, others have been judged worthy to join in the light of the Imperium, to stand with Men and Eldar as fellows; the industrious Demiurg, enigmatic Tau, countless strains of Abhumans, and many more.		At the core of the Imperium is Humanity, its teeming multitudes ever resilient, stubbornly carving out a future amongst the hostile stars. The greatest of Man’s allies are the Eldar, ancient and wise, their shared bond forged in battle and sealed in blood millennia ago. Since then, others have been judged worthy to join in the light of the Imperium, to stand with Men and Eldar as fellows; the industrious Demiurg, enigmatic Tau, countless strains of Abhumans, and many more.

	Yet for all the Imperium’s numbers, it is barely enough to stave off the monstrous forces that would ~~destroy~~ it. United under savage Beasts, the Orkish hordes throw themselves at the great edifice of the Imperium. The Necrons ~~awaken~~ to a changed galaxy, and seethe at the primitives who would dare harbor their greatest foes, the Eldar. From galactic east the Tyranids have made landfall, and sweep over countless worlds in their ~~ever~~ hungering tide. In the shadows lurk the Dark Eldar, ~~revelling~~ in the carnage of a galaxy at war. And from the Immaterium, the Chaos Gods brood and plot their eternal vengeance, served by the twisted Chaos Eldar.		Yet for all the Imperium’s numbers, it is barely enough to stave off the monstrous forces that would tear it down. United under savage Beasts, the Orkish hordes throw themselves at the great edifice of the Imperium. The Necrons are awakening to a changed galaxy, and seethe at the primitives who would dare harbor their greatest foes, the Eldar. From galactic east the Tyranids have made landfall, and sweep over countless worlds in their hungering tide. In the shadows lurk the Dark Eldar, reveling in the carnage of a galaxy at war. And from the Immaterium, the Chaos Gods brood and plot their eternal vengeance, served by the twisted Chaos Eldar.

	To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold trillions. It is to live in the last bastion of civilization, as the darkness draws near. These are the tales of those times. Forget the stories of peace and harmony, for they are fables of a gentler time, of when the world still made sense. Remember ~~instead~~ the ~~noble~~ stories of struggle and defiance, ~~stories~~ of brotherhood and sacrifice, for those are the ones that truly matter ~~in the darkness~~. Peace is a distant dream growing ever fainter, and there is only war as Men and Eldar hold the line for the promise that has been whispered ~~across~~ generations, from father to son, from mother to child: that there is good left in the world, and that is worth fighting for.		To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold trillions. It is to live in the last bastion of civilization, as the darkness draws near. These are the tales of those times. Forget the stories of peace and harmony, for they are fables of a gentler time, when the world still made sense. Remember the stories of struggle and defiance, of brotherhood and sacrifice, for those are the ones that truly matter. Peace is a distant dream growing ever fainter, and there is only war as Men and Eldar hold the line for the promise that has been whispered through generations, from father to son, from mother to child: that there is good left in the world, and that is worth fighting for.

	==The Road to M41==		==The Road to M41==

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The Primarchs

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	\|'''''[[Nobledark_Imperium_Primarchs#Konrad_Curze\|Konrad Curze]]'''''		\|'''''[[Nobledark_Imperium_Primarchs#Konrad_Curze\|Konrad Curze]]'''''
	\|''The Unforgivable''		\|''The Unforgivable''
	\|Tordashimya, Pan Pacific Empire		\|Tordashimya, Pan-Pacific Empire
	\|Surrendered himself to the Inquisition for trial and execution over war crimes.		\|Surrendered himself to the Inquisition for trial and execution over war crimes.
	[242.M32]		[242.M32]

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	==Introduction==		==Introduction==
	It is the 41st millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Eternal Emperor and Empress have been joined in their holy union. He the last relic of a lost age where hope and wisdom ruled the galaxy, still clinging to his purpose of forging a better future. She the last remnant of an ancient pantheon, a mother watching over dying children brought low by their own hubris. Together they are the Masters and Guardians of Man and Eldar, the keepers of the Last Alliance. They are the embodiments of the Imperium to which a hundred sapient species swear their fealty.		It is the 41st millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Eternal Emperor and Empress have been joined in their holy union. He, the last relic of a lost age where hope and wisdom ruled the galaxy, still clinging to his purpose of forging a better future. She, the last remnant of an ancient pantheon, a mother watching over dying children brought low by their own hubris. Together they are the Masters and Guardians of Man and Eldar, the keepers of the Last Alliance. They are the embodiments of the Imperium to which a hundred sapient species swear their fealty.

	At the core of the Imperium is Humanity, its teeming multitudes ever resilient, stubbornly carving out a future amongst the hostile stars. The greatest of Man’s allies are the Eldar, ancient and wise. Their shared bond forged in battle and sealed in blood millennia ago. Since then, others have been judged worthy to join in the light of the Imperium, to stand with Men and Eldar as fellows; the industrious Demiurg, enigmatic Tau, countless strains of Abhumans, and many more.		At the core of the Imperium is Humanity, its teeming multitudes ever resilient, stubbornly carving out a future amongst the hostile stars. The greatest of Man’s allies are the Eldar, ancient and wise. Their shared bond forged in battle and sealed in blood millennia ago. Since then, others have been judged worthy to join in the light of the Imperium, to stand with Men and Eldar as fellows; the industrious Demiurg, enigmatic Tau, countless strains of Abhumans, and many more.

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An Unlikely Alliance

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	===An Unlikely Alliance===		===An Unlikely Alliance===
	In the depths of space, as the Imperium rose, the dying embers of the Eldar Empire spotted a raft of order and sanity they could cling to in a galaxy filled with war and Chaos. After a few violent ''incidents'', a more discreet formal first contact was made; the Steward of the Golden Throne and Farseer Eldrad Ulthran both saw one another as a vital stepping stone to the revival of their ~~race~~'s former glory. At the time, the two were both beginning to stall in their ambitions - the remaining Craftworlds were beginning to splinter and rebel from Eldrad's guidance, while the forces of the Great Crusade were facing determined resistance from worlds populated by corrupt abominations instead of mere men.		In the depths of space, as the Imperium rose, the dying embers of the Eldar Empire spotted a raft of order and sanity they could cling to in a galaxy filled with war and Chaos. After a few violent ''incidents'', a more discreet formal first contact was made; the Steward of the Golden Throne and Farseer Eldrad Ulthran both saw one another as a vital stepping stone to the revival of their respective races' former glory. At the time, the two were both beginning to stall in their ambitions - the remaining Craftworlds were beginning to splinter and rebel from Eldrad's guidance, while the forces of the Great Crusade were facing determined resistance from worlds populated by corrupt abominations instead of mere men.

	Although the Steward knew of Chaos, he knew little ''about'' it, for he had been shut down and mothballed in an age where the perils of the Warp were only beginning to manifest, and the great psyker Magnus the Red could articulate little of his own innate, instinctive abilities. The Farseer was only too happy to school the Man of Gold on the intricacies of the warp and the power available to those who had the gift for it.		Although the Steward knew of Chaos, he knew little ''about'' it, for he had been shut down and mothballed in an age where the perils of the Warp were only beginning to manifest, and the great psyker Magnus the Red could articulate little of his own innate, instinctive abilities. The Farseer was only too happy to school the Man of Gold on the intricacies of the warp, and the power available to those who had the gift for it.

	===The Dream Shatters===		===The Dream Shatters===

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Unification

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	===Unification===		===Unification===
	In the depths of the Old Night, the one known as Malcador discovered a relic of the Dark Age of Technology: a Man of Gold. Gifted with intellectual, martial and psychic prowess far beyond any human, his kind had devastated humanity in wars long gone, yet this one would restore it to its former glory. The Man of Gold, returning to Terra to find it a war-torn shell of a homeworld, immediately vowed to dedicate his existence to restoring the race he was created to serve. Thus, he became the Warlord, unifying his world through alliance, war, and every flavour of diplomacy between ~~them~~. Nations united under his banner or were conquered by it, and soon a few ~~figures became famous~~ for their achievements in the fledgling Imperium, whether done in the Warlord's name or their own. These would become his Primarchs.		In the depths of the Old Night, the one known as Malcador discovered a relic of the Dark Age of Technology: a Man of Gold. Gifted with intellectual, martial and psychic prowess far beyond any human, his kind had devastated humanity in wars long gone, yet this one would restore it to its former glory. The Man of Gold, returning to Terra to find it a war-torn shell of a homeworld, immediately vowed to dedicate his existence to restoring the race he was created to serve. Thus, he became the Warlord, unifying his world through alliance, war, and every flavour of diplomacy in between. Nations either united under his banner or were conquered by it, and soon a few great leaders distinguished themselves for their achievements in the fledgling Imperium, whether done in the Warlord's name or their own. These men would become his Primarchs.

	The years passed, and the Warlord looked to the stars. After the alliance with Mars gave the Imperium the ~~materiel~~ strength to begin reclaiming their former worlds, the Great Crusade began in earnest. Many worlds saw the bright future of the Imperium and greeted the Warlord with open arms~~, and~~ for those that did not? The Warlord had his Primarchs; who each commanded a legion of elite Space Marines with their own unique brand of warfare. A world with elite armies able to fend off the ferocity of Leman Russ's Vlka Fenryka would be dismantled by the logistical superiority of Roboute Guilliman; one fortified enough to stall the methodical Ultramarines would find themselves with no escape from Mortarion's Death Guard and their horrific plagues; and one with their own arsenal of poisons would see them shrugged off by Ferrus Manus's inhuman Skitarii.		The years passed, and the Warlord looked to the stars. After the alliance with Mars gave the Imperium the material strength to begin reclaiming their former worlds, the Great Crusade began in earnest. Many worlds saw the bright future of the Imperium and greeted the Warlord with open arms. And for those that did not? The Warlord had his Primarchs, who each commanded a legion of elite Space Marines with their own unique brand of warfare. A world with elite armies able to fend off the ferocity of Leman Russ's Vlka Fenryka would be dismantled by the logistical superiority of Roboute Guilliman; one fortified enough to stall the methodical Ultramarines would find themselves with no escape from Mortarion's Death Guard and their horrific plagues; and one with their own arsenal of poisons would see them shrugged off by Ferrus Manus' inhuman Skitarii.

	Closer to home, however, there was a problem. The Warlord had originally been designed to serve humanity, not lead it, and it was a curious irony that the greatest leader in human history did not see himself fit for the role. Nevertheless, he was concerned at how an artificial construct such as himself (~~although~~ precious few other than Malcador knew of this fact) was shown such reverence across the reclaimed worlds; some worlds ~~approaching~~ worship. Thus, he declared that the Golden Throne of Terra, an ancient artifact discovered that may have predated even him, was the ~~centerpiece~~ of the Imperium, and that he would serve as its Steward until a suitable Emperor ~~were to emerge~~.		Closer to home, however, there was a problem; The Warlord had originally been designed to serve humanity, not lead it, and it was a curious irony that the greatest leader in human history did not see himself fit for the role. Nevertheless, he was concerned at how an artificial construct such as himself (though precious few other than Malcador knew of this fact) was shown such reverence across the reclaimed worlds; some worlds' veneration approached worship. Thus, he declared that the Golden Throne of Terra, an ancient artifact discovered that may have predated even him, was the center-piece of the Imperium, and that he would serve as its Steward until a suitable Emperor emerged.

	===An Unlikely Alliance===		===An Unlikely Alliance===

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	==Introduction==		==Introduction==
	It is the 41st millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Eternal Emperor and Empress have been joined in their holy union. He is the last relic of a lost age ~~when~~ hope and wisdom ruled the galaxy, still clinging to his purpose of forging a better future~~, and she is~~ the last remnant of an ancient pantheon, a mother watching over dying children brought low by their own hubris. Together, they are the Masters and Guardians of ~~Mankind~~ and Eldar, the keepers of the Last Alliance, the embodiments of the Imperium to which a hundred sapient species swear their fealty.		It is the 41st millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Eternal Emperor and Empress have been joined in their holy union. He the last relic of a lost age where hope and wisdom ruled the galaxy, still clinging to his purpose of forging a better future. She the last remnant of an ancient pantheon, a mother watching over dying children brought low by their own hubris. Together they are the Masters and Guardians of Man and Eldar, the keepers of the Last Alliance. They are the embodiments of the Imperium to which a hundred sapient species swear their fealty.

	At the core of the Imperium is Humanity, its teeming multitudes ever resilient, stubbornly carving out a future amongst the hostile stars. The greatest of Man’s allies are the Eldar, ancient and wise~~, their~~ shared bond forged in battle and sealed in blood millennia ago. Since then, others have been judged worthy to join in the light of the Imperium, to stand with Men and Eldar as fellows: the industrious Demiurg, enigmatic Tau, countless strains of Abhumans, and many more.		At the core of the Imperium is Humanity, its teeming multitudes ever resilient, stubbornly carving out a future amongst the hostile stars. The greatest of Man’s allies are the Eldar, ancient and wise. Their shared bond forged in battle and sealed in blood millennia ago. Since then, others have been judged worthy to join in the light of the Imperium, to stand with Men and Eldar as fellows; the industrious Demiurg, enigmatic Tau, countless strains of Abhumans, and many more.

	Yet for all the Imperium’s numbers, it is barely enough to stave off the forces that would ~~tear~~ it ~~down~~. United under savage Beasts, the Orkish hordes throw themselves at the great edifice of the Imperium. The Necrons ~~are awakening~~ to a changed galaxy, and ~~seeth~~ at the primitives who would dare harbor their greatest foes, the Eldar. From ~~the~~ galactic east, the Tyranids have made landfall and sweep over countless worlds in their hungering tide. In the shadows lurk the Dark Eldar, ~~reveling~~ in the carnage of a galaxy at war. And from the Immaterium, the Chaos Gods brood and plot their eternal vengeance, served by the twisted Chaos Eldar.		Yet for all the Imperium’s numbers, it is barely enough to stave off the monstrous forces that would destroy it. United under savage Beasts, the Orkish hordes throw themselves at the great edifice of the Imperium. The Necrons awaken to a changed galaxy, and seethe at the primitives who would dare harbor their greatest foes, the Eldar. From galactic east the Tyranids have made landfall, and sweep over countless worlds in their ever hungering tide. In the shadows lurk the Dark Eldar, revelling in the carnage of a galaxy at war. And from the Immaterium, the Chaos Gods brood and plot their eternal vengeance, served by the twisted Chaos Eldar.

	To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold trillions. It is to live in the last bastion of civilization as the darkness draws near. These are the tales of those times. Forget the stories of peace and harmony, for they are fables of a gentler time, when the world still made sense. Remember the stories of struggle and defiance, ~~full~~ of brotherhood and sacrifice, for those are the ones that ~~really~~ matter. Peace is a distant dream growing ever fainter, and there is only war as Men and Eldar hold the line for the promise that has been whispered ~~through the~~ generations, from father to son, from mother to child: that there is good left in the world, and that is worth fighting for.		To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold trillions. It is to live in the last bastion of civilization, as the darkness draws near. These are the tales of those times. Forget the stories of peace and harmony, for they are fables of a gentler time, of when the world still made sense. Remember instead the noble stories of struggle and defiance, stories of brotherhood and sacrifice, for those are the ones that truly matter in the darkness. Peace is a distant dream growing ever fainter, and there is only war as Men and Eldar hold the line for the promise that has been whispered across generations, from father to son, from mother to child: that there is good left in the world, and that is worth fighting for.

	==The Road to M41==		==The Road to M41==

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	{{Topquote\|The night is dark and full of horror, but the dawn is coming - and it will be glorious. All we must do is survive.\|~~Srg~~. Marcus Albus, Mustavaar 3rd Rifles Regiment, 845.M40}}		{{Topquote\|The night is dark and full of horror, but the dawn is coming - and it will be glorious. All we must do is survive.\|Sgt. Marcus Albus, Mustavaar 3rd Rifles Regiment, 845.M40}}
	Welcome to Nobledark Imperium: a fan envisioning of the Warhammer 40,000 universe given a buff to competence and common sense akin to a high-fantasy fiction with many races working together a la Elder Scrolls. Generally speaking, Nobledark deviates less from Vanilla 40k than the writefagging of [[Hektor Heresy]] and [[Imperium Asunder]]; we still have the same xenos races, the same Primarchs (at least in name), and the vast majority of the same Space Marine Legions (and later chapters). Keep in mind that this is just ''one'' example of Nobledark. Nobledark is a type of setting like Grimdark is. You can make your own Nobledark Imperium that is not even remotely like this one (such as the Men of Gold thing). Just, y'know, not on this page.		Welcome to Nobledark Imperium: a fan envisioning of the Warhammer 40,000 universe given a buff to competence and common sense akin to a high-fantasy fiction with many races working together à la Elder Scrolls. Generally speaking, Nobledark deviates less from Vanilla 40k than the writefagging of [[Hektor Heresy]] and [[Imperium Asunder]]; we still have the same xenos races, the same Primarchs (at least in name), and the vast majority of the same Space Marine Legions (and later chapters). Keep in mind that this is just ''one'' example of Nobledark. Nobledark is a type of setting like Grimdark is. You can make your own Nobledark Imperium that is not even remotely like this one (such as the Men of Gold thing). Just, y'know, not on this page.

	A brief summary of the deviations and their results, in chronological(ish) order:		A brief summary of the deviations and their results, in chronological(ish) order:

	* The Emperor (formerly the Warlord, then the Steward) is a relic from the ~~DAoT~~ instead of a bunch of reincarnated Shamans; Malcador was the one who found him and the closest thing he had to a parent.		* The Emperor (formerly the Warlord, then the Steward) is a relic from the Dark Age of Technology instead of a bunch of reincarnated Shamans; Malcador was the one who found him and the closest thing he had to a parent.
	* The Primarchs have all died of battle or age; only three of them (Ferrus Manus, Vulkan, and Magnus) lived to see the Steward ascend to the Golden Throne. However, they were all just regular(ish) humans that the Warlord/Steward found to be worthy of the title, and they still had roles/themes approximating their Vanilla selves (with some changes); for example, Manus was born and raised Mechanicus and given a legion of Super Skitarii © , while Russ and his legion were given the experimental Canis Helix variant of Space Marine augmentation.		* The Primarchs have all died of battle or age; only three of them (Ferrus Manus, Vulkan, and Magnus) lived to see the Steward ascend to the Golden Throne. However, they were all just regular(ish) humans that the Warlord/Steward found to be worthy of the title, and they still had roles/themes approximating their Vanilla selves (with some changes); for example, Manus was born and raised Mechanicus and given a legion of Super Skitarii © , while Russ and his legion were given the experimental Canis Helix variant of the Space Marine augmentation.
	* No dickwaving contest over Warmaster, and Steward actually tells everyone about Chaos, so no Horus Heresy. Instead the War of the Beast is given more prominence, with many of the primarch's defining moments taking place therein.		* No dickwaving contest over Warmaster, and Steward actually tells everyone about Chaos, so no Horus Heresy. Instead the War of the Beast is given more prominence, with many of the primarch's defining moments taking place therein.
	* First contact with the Eldar leads to an alliance that leads a raid into Nurgle's Mansion in the Realm of Chaos to rescue Isha in return for all sorts of technological and psyker goodies. Imperium is not the xenophobic hellhole, many species are Imperial citizens and the Mechanicum's "dickslapping the big red button" is not prominent. It's akin to a galaxy-wide [[Interex]] done right.		* First contact with the Eldar leads to an alliance that leads a raid into Nurgle's Mansion in the Realm of Chaos to rescue Isha in return for all sorts of technological and psyker goodies. Imperium is not the xenophobic hellhole, many species are Imperial citizens, and the Mechanicum's "dickslapping the big red button" is not prominent. It's akin to a galaxy-wide [[Interex]] done right.
	* Chaos Gods are pissed, and turbocharge the War of the Beast with Crone Eldar (while Dark Eldar join in for shits and giggles), replacing the HH in fucking over the ~~IoM~~. Battle of Terra, Sangy dies, etc.		* Chaos Gods are pissed, and turbocharge the War of the Beast with Crone Eldar (while Dark Eldar join in for shits and giggles), replacing the Horus Heresy in fucking over the Imperium of Man. Battle of Terra, Sangy dies, etc.
	* Steward doesn't get permarekt because Eldrad Ex Machina, so no Ecclesiarchy (SoB part of secular Ordo Securitas, fulfills a lot of the same functions). Marries Isha at some point because politics.		* Steward doesn't get permarekt because Eldrad Ex Machina, so no Ecclesiarchy (SoB part of secular Ordo Securitas, fulfills a lot of the same functions). Marries Isha at some point because politics.
	* Legions generally split into chapters within or close to the lifetime of the primarchs (typically shortly after their death).		* Legions generally split into chapters within or close to the lifetime of the primarchs (typically shortly after their death).
	* Goge Vandire is seen to be fit for the Golden Throne; when he goes mad, Steward throws a fit and finally becomes Emperor himself.		* Goge Vandire is seen to be fit for the Golden Throne; when he goes mad, Steward throws a fit and finally becomes Emperor himself.
	* Orks, Necrons, Tyranid vanguard (several millennia early) and DEldar are still doing their thing, as well as Croneworlders being a threat. Few (if any) Primarchs left to help put out fires.		* Orks, Necrons, Tyranid vanguard (several millennia early) and DEldar are still doing their thing, as well as Croneworlders being a threat. Few (if any) Primarchs left to help put out fires.
	* After short indignant protests from both sides, T'au are absorbed into the ~~IoM~~ after first contact (save for the conservative and xenophobic Farsight Enclaves).		* After short indignant protests from both sides, T'au are absorbed into the Imperium after first contact (save for the conservative and xenophobic Farsight Enclaves).
	* Tyranid main fleet begins to make galaxyfall.		* Tyranid main fleet begins to make galaxyfall.
	* Well, shit.		* Well, shit.