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2001:8003:D01A:2500:29C8:E653:8D93:8436: /* Old Earth */

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Old Earth

2001:8003:D01A:2500:5847:CBBD:EDF7:36CD: /* Ganymede */

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Ganymede

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Old Earth

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	<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="100%">''''' The Heart of the Imperium '''''		<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="100%">''''' The Heart of the Imperium '''''

	Cradle of humanity, keystone of the Imperium, armoured heart of civilization and bustling hub of commerce and industry. Home to trillions of loyal human citizens and every inch considered holy ground, it is from this cursed and blessed soil that the Imperium sprang in ancient day when primarchs marched alongside such ~~near~~ mythical figures as [[Nobledark_Imperium_Notable_People#Jenetia Krole\|Jenetia Krole]], [[Nobledark_Imperium_Notable_People#Arik_Taranis\|Arik Taranis]], Malcador and [[Nobledark_Imperium_Notes#Honen_Mu\|Uxor Honen Mu]].		Cradle of humanity, keystone of the Imperium, armoured heart of civilization and bustling hub of commerce and industry. Home to trillions of loyal human citizens and every inch considered holy ground, it is from this cursed and blessed soil that the Imperium sprang in ancient day when primarchs marched alongside such mythical figures as [[Nobledark_Imperium_Notable_People#Jenetia Krole\|Jenetia Krole]], [[Nobledark_Imperium_Notable_People#Arik_Taranis\|Arik Taranis]], Malcador and [[Nobledark_Imperium_Notes#Honen_Mu\|Uxor Honen Mu]].

	Once a dying world of techno-barbarians and later brought to near total ruin by the depravities of the Orks and the fallen Eldar, it stands now as the ultimate testament that mankind with enough time and effort can recover from anything.		Once a dying world of techno-barbarians and later brought to near total ruin by the depravities of the Orks and the fallen Eldar, it stands now as the ultimate testament that mankind with enough time and effort can recover from anything.

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2020-11-23T14:24:28Z

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2601:647:CA01:2410:7108:5489:BBF9:6113: /* Medusa */

2020-09-02T07:21:32Z

Medusa

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	Perhaps the most salient feature of Medusa are the miles-high, hive-sized machines that dot its surface. These machines stand on a multitude of legs several thousand feet above the ground, looking like thunderclouds in the distance when viewed at ground level. These machines are ~~best~~ described as ~~terraformers~~, ~~though they are to~~ modern terraforming methods what a stick of dynamite is to a cyclonic torpedo. The Imperium is capable of terraforming a planet, but this usually involves methods that are subtle and slow. The introduction of pioneer species by the Biologicus, the tweaking of the atmosphere by the Mechanicus, perhaps the diversion of the orbit of a comet by a farseer at the most spectacular. These machines, on the other hand, are something else entirely. Entire mountain ranges are thrust up or ground to dust seemingly at random, seas drained and refilled. In their wake the terraforming machines leave fast-growing grasses or alga, the source of the atmosphere on Medusa as well as its inhabitants primary source of food. And then, once the landscape is completely sculpted, the walking mountains turn around and do it again, as if unsatisfied with their previous work.		Perhaps the most salient feature of Medusa are the miles-high, hive-sized machines that dot its surface. These machines stand on a multitude of legs several thousand feet above the ground, looking like thunderclouds in the distance when viewed at ground level. These machines are described by locals as The Terraformers, and modern terraforming methods are to them what a stick of dynamite is to a cyclonic torpedo. The Imperium is capable of terraforming a planet, but this usually involves methods that are subtle and slow. The introduction of pioneer species by the Biologicus, the tweaking of the atmosphere by the Mechanicus, perhaps the diversion of the orbit of a comet by a farseer at the most spectacular. These machines, on the other hand, are something else entirely. Entire mountain ranges are thrust up or ground to dust seemingly at random, seas drained and refilled. In their wake the terraforming machines leave fast-growing grasses or alga, the source of the atmosphere on Medusa as well as its inhabitants primary source of food. And then, once the landscape is completely sculpted, the walking mountains turn around and do it again, as if unsatisfied with their previous work.

	For obvious reasons, the Mechanicus has become obsessed with understanding the secrets of these great machines. Although there little remains permanent on the surface of Medusa, the great machines certainly are, and the Mechanicus has repeatedly funded expeditions to explore the interiors of these machines for ancient technology. These expeditions have met with mixed success. Although a few have escaped with amazing technological discoveries, more have unleashed technological monstrosities upon the surface of Medusa, or, more often, simply not come out at all. The machines seem to be violently opposed to anyone trying to interfere with their singular task, regardless of the intent. All attempts at communicating with these machines have failed. There is no intellect there, either human or Iron Mind. These machines are no more intelligent than the dimmest of servitors, running on the simplest of code to continually reshape the world at the whims of a master at least ten thousand years dead.		For obvious reasons, the Mechanicus has become obsessed with understanding the secrets of these great machines. Although there little remains permanent on the surface of Medusa, the great machines certainly are, and the Mechanicus has repeatedly funded expeditions to explore the interiors of these machines for ancient technology. These expeditions have met with mixed success. Although a few have escaped with amazing technological discoveries, more have unleashed technological monstrosities upon the surface of Medusa, or, more often, simply not come out at all. The machines seem to be violently opposed to anyone trying to interfere with their singular task, regardless of the intent. All attempts at communicating with these machines have failed. There is no intellect there, either human or Iron Mind. These machines are no more intelligent than the dimmest of servitors, running on the simplest of code to continually reshape the world at the whims of a master at least ten thousand years dead.

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The World That Wasn't

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	The Veiled Region is a very strange region of space in a very strange galaxy. Given the odd patch of unstable stellar objects it would indicate that something big and odd and probably unpleasant happened there a very long time ago. The place was un-colonized by the Eldar throughout their history to an almost obsessive degree, they wouldn't even travel through it. The GaBHD never showed much interest in it, but mostly because for anything in that mess you could find it elsewhere easier, also the other members of the Interstellar League believed that the place was haunted or cursed in some way and humanity by that point was smart enough to believe in magic again.		The Veiled Region is a very strange region of space in a very strange galaxy. Given the odd patch of unstable stellar objects it would indicate that something big and odd and probably unpleasant happened there a very long time ago. The place was un-colonized by the Eldar throughout their history to an almost obsessive degree, they wouldn't even travel through it. The GaBHD never showed much interest in it, but mostly because for anything in that mess you could find it elsewhere easier, also the other members of the Interstellar League believed that the place was haunted or cursed in some way and humanity by that point was smart enough to believe in magic again, at least as a byword for the work of elder civilizations.

	There aren't any tomb worlds there and never have been.		There aren't any tomb worlds there and never have been.

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Necromunda

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	The governor, grandson of the one who commissioned the endeavour, did not care. They could be boiled down into a nutritious slurry with almost all the taste removed. The Adepts were kept on to continue their works.		The governor, grandson of the one who commissioned the endeavour, did not care. They could be boiled down into a nutritious slurry with almost all the taste removed. The Adepts were kept on to continue their works.

	After a few thousand years there are great swathes of farmed land where none should be with harvests of things that by nature should not exist. They still haven't created anything that tastes ~~lake~~ actual food.		After a few thousand years there are great swathes of farmed land where none should be with harvests of things that by nature should not exist. They still haven't created anything that tastes like actual food.

	== Ohmsworld ==		== Ohmsworld ==

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Mordia

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	Sadly it did not. When the Eye of Terror formed it fucked up the warp currents something fierce and rearranged them. Mordia was no longer a backwater world away from the good currents. Now there was a current running right through their system from the Eye of Terror, but with no warp capability they didn't know this.		Sadly it did not. When the Eye of Terror formed it fucked up the warp currents something fierce and rearranged them. Mordia was no longer a backwater world away from the good currents. Now there was a current running right through their system from the Eye of Terror, but with no warp capability they didn't know this.

	All they knew was that half the ~~psycher~~ population committed suicide and the other half became decidedly unwell. Then the first of Chaos touched set foot on their world, heralds of the New God Slaanesh. Things went downhill from there.		All they knew was that half the psyker population committed suicide and the other half became decidedly unwell. Then the first of Chaos touched set foot on their world, heralds of the New God Slaanesh. Things went downhill from there.

	By the time the First Legion encountered Mordia in the Great Crusade it had been repeatedly assaulted and regressed back to a pre-black powder level of sophistication haunting the ruins of when they were greater. About the only thing left intact from those better days was the Great Road that ran the entire circuit of the Temperate Band in an unbroken loop. Along the Great Road society had fractured into a dozen kingdoms, some in contest but most in cooperation.		By the time the First Legion encountered Mordia in the Great Crusade it had been repeatedly assaulted and regressed back to a pre-black powder level of sophistication haunting the ruins of when they were greater. About the only thing left intact from those better days was the Great Road that ran the entire circuit of the Temperate Band in an unbroken loop. Along the Great Road society had fractured into a dozen kingdoms, some in contest but most in cooperation.

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	Dotted around the surface with great regularity are strange and deep pits, with seemingly no bottom for one stood upon the edge. These are great ventilation and light wells, but also emergency entrances and exits in times of need. They plunge into the depths where the underground kingdoms dwell, the places where the earth meets the sky. And if one were to descend those great depths, they would find no lair of twisted things but forests and fields and pleasant seas, the likes of which could grace the very surface of Earth and look entirely natural.		Dotted around the surface with great regularity are strange and deep pits, with seemingly no bottom for one stood upon the edge. These are great ventilation and light wells, but also emergency entrances and exits in times of need. They plunge into the depths where the underground kingdoms dwell, the places where the earth meets the sky. And if one were to descend those great depths, they would find no lair of twisted things but forests and fields and pleasant seas, the likes of which could grace the very surface of Earth and look entirely natural.

	Layer upon layer of civilization built upon itself, like pages of some great living tome down into the deeps. And still further the pits go, until they pass from the minds of common men to the darker realms of stranger things. The sunless seas where swim pale fish and tunnels dug by unknown hands - though not the hands of ancient man. Those wise men of the Dark Age never dug this deep. Sometimes an explorer or surveyor will come to these places to mark, to map, and simply to see one of Earth's ancient mysteries. Though no harm will come to these curious adventurers, there is harm they bring with them, and they will know that they are watched.		Layer upon layer of civilization built upon itself, like pages of some great living tome down into the deeps. And still further the pits go, until they pass from the minds of common men to the darker realms of stranger things. The sunless seas where swim pale fish and tunnels dug by unknown hands — though not the hands of ancient man. Those wise men of the Dark Age never dug this deep. Sometimes an explorer or surveyor will come to these places to mark, to map, and simply to see one of Earth's ancient mysteries. Though no harm will come to these curious adventurers, there is harm they bring with them, and they will know that they are watched.

	From the great height of orbit, Old Earth is a green and verdant paradise as once it may have looked in the Golden Age. When men, it is said, were as the gods are. But no work of god alone is this Eden. Through sweat and toil and the plans of The Mad Architect was this walled garden made, and by the might and will of man is it defended. A microcosm of the Imperium itself.		From the great height of orbit, Old Earth is a green and verdant paradise as once it may have looked in the Golden Age. When men, it is said, were as the gods are. But no work of god alone is this Eden. Through sweat and toil and the plans of The Mad Architect was this walled garden made, and by the might and will of man is it defended. A microcosm of the Imperium itself.
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	Further east is found the great Fortress of Justice, where law is decided and righteousness judged. It is here, in the rambling hive of Tordashimya, that the Judges of the Adeptus Arbites are told by what standards they must judge.		Further east is found the great Fortress of Justice, where law is decided and righteousness judged. It is here, in the rambling hive of Tordashimya, that the Judges of the Adeptus Arbites are told by what standards they must judge.

	Far away, amongst the tallest mountains of Himalayzia, lies the Hall of the Astronomican, the great lighthouse that allows our Imperium to function and permits the fey breed of Navigators to traverse the seas of the warp. The Astronomican itself is a great crystalline and wraithbone edifice in a shape like a great bowl, with rowed stands - like some strange amphitheatre - where trained psychics scream into the void to impose upon it some measure of order. It is by their efforts that the warp travel is a practical option at all.		Far away, amongst the tallest mountains of Himalayzia, lies the Hall of the Astronomican, the great lighthouse that allows our Imperium to function and permits the fey breed of Navigators to traverse the seas of the warp. The Astronomican itself is a great crystalline and wraithbone edifice in a shape like a great bowl, with rowed stands — like some strange amphitheatre — where trained psychics scream into the void to impose upon it some measure of order. It is by their efforts that the warp travel is a practical option at all.

	Above Old Earth's equator are, at regular intervals, sixty four orbital tethers - far more than any other world in the Imperium. At the top of those impossible towers of Savlar Neutronium sit the vast tether-top trade stations. Each one based upon an asteroid brought into geosynchronous orbit, now each a great city-state in their own right, with laws and customs growing in distinction and age. In shape, the stations typically have a central hub with multiple wings extending from it, like the petals of an impossible metal flower. Connecting each of these orbital nations together is a high speed transport tube that joins the flowers like a chain, turning the orbitals into a floral circlet with which to crown Old Earth. This beautiful arrangement of human engineering has earned this great structure the name of The Daisy Chain among the common man.		Above Old Earth's equator are, at regular intervals, sixty four orbital tethers — far more than any other world in the Imperium. At the top of those impossible towers of Savlar Neutronium sit the vast tether-top trade stations. Each one based upon an asteroid brought into geosynchronous orbit, now each a great city-state in their own right, with laws and customs growing in distinction and age. In shape, the stations typically have a central hub with multiple wings extending from it, like the petals of an impossible metal flower. Connecting each of these orbital nations together is a high speed transport tube that joins the flowers like a chain, turning the orbitals into a floral circlet with which to crown Old Earth. This beautiful arrangement of human engineering has earned this great structure the name of The Daisy Chain among the common man.

	The old nations that once raised the founders of our Imperium still exist, after a fashion - from the territories of Clan Terrawatt, to the Kingdoms of Antarctica, to even the lands of Hy Brasil - but now as administrative districts that make up the patchwork of the world's surface. The ground upon which the Primarchs once walked is held in all due reverence, and the tombs of those godlike men are still standing for all to see, even after all this time. All these lands, these ancient names, remain alive and well upon the surface of Old Earth, if not unchanged.		The old nations that once raised the founders of our Imperium still exist, after a fashion — from the territories of Clan Terrawatt, to the Kingdoms of Antarctica, to even the lands of Hy Brasil — but now as administrative districts that make up the patchwork of the world's surface. The ground upon which the Primarchs once walked is held in all due reverence, and the tombs of those godlike men are still standing for all to see, even after all this time. All these lands, these ancient names, remain alive and well upon the surface of Old Earth, if not unchanged.

	All bar Himalayzia, which none may walk upon without permission from his Majesty's appointed representatives.		All bar Himalayzia, which none may walk upon without permission from his Majesty's appointed representatives.
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	Of the teeming billions that call that beautiful world home, an uncommon number are blessed yet heavily burdened. Blessed because they are like the Golden Emperor, but burdened also for carrying the sight of the witch. The greatest scholars and teachers of the psychic arts have often been found upon the Old Earth and, with the loss of Prospero, now exist without true peer or equal. It is the natural place for young psychics to be brought, both for their own safety and so that their gifts can be used for the good of the many, rather than the damnation of the self. Trained and disciplined sanctioned psykers are the most well-known export of Earth.		Of the teeming billions that call that beautiful world home, an uncommon number are blessed yet heavily burdened. Blessed because they are like the Golden Emperor, but burdened also for carrying the sight of the witch. The greatest scholars and teachers of the psychic arts have often been found upon the Old Earth and, with the loss of Prospero, now exist without true peer or equal. It is the natural place for young psychics to be brought, both for their own safety and so that their gifts can be used for the good of the many, rather than the damnation of the self. Trained and disciplined sanctioned psykers are the most well-known export of Earth.

	Not to be ignored or overlooked are the soldiers of Old Earth. Though exempt from the draft, many request - even demand - the right to fight for hearth and home against a hateful galaxy. Although not as well known as the likes of the Cadians, the Terran Guard - the Old Hundred Regiments especially - are known to be fearless to a fault and full of fire. Varied greatly in their doctrines of war, and often holding true to the old ways of their ancient nations, they make war as they have since time immemorial.		Not to be ignored or overlooked are the soldiers of Old Earth. Though exempt from the draft, many request — even demand — the right to fight for hearth and home against a hateful galaxy. Although not as well known as the likes of the Cadians, the Terran Guard — the Old Hundred Regiments especially — are known to be fearless to a fault and full of fire. Varied greatly in their doctrines of war, and often holding true to the old ways of their ancient nations, they make war as they have since time immemorial.

	Despite the passing of the ages since civilisation took hold, it is said that there are still mysteries on that world. That not everything is known. That relics from yet older ages remain hidden, shrouded in shadows and forgetfulness; the great archives of ancient lore of old Persepotropolis were well accounted for in ancient days, for example, but rumours abound that maybe more survived. Rumours abound of these and other things of that nature besides, carefully hidden amongst the splendour and shine. Almost certainly the fabrications of the tourist companies.		Despite the passing of the ages since civilisation took hold, it is said that there are still mysteries on that world. That not everything is known. That relics from yet older ages remain hidden, shrouded in shadows and forgetfulness; the great archives of ancient lore of old Persepotropolis were well accounted for in ancient days, for example, but rumours abound that maybe more survived. Rumours abound of these and other things of that nature besides, carefully hidden amongst the splendour and shine. Almost certainly the fabrications of the tourist companies.

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	=== Ganymede ===		=== Ganymede ===

	According to the Adeptus Administratum, this moon of Jupiter is quarantined due to a warp contamination accident that occurred early in the Great Crusade. This is, in fact, a lie. In reality, Ganymede is a ~~big~~ containment and storage facility for all the weird stuff the Inquisition recovers and cannot destroy for various reasons or items that would otherwise destabilize the Imperium. Technically ~~it's~~ overseen by the Administratum, but in practice it's ~~joint~~ run with the Inquisition because someone has to give the drones training.		According to the Adeptus Administratum, this moon of Jupiter is quarantined due to a warp contamination accident that occurred early in the Great Crusade. This is, in fact, a lie. In reality, Ganymede is a gigantic containment and storage facility for all the weird stuff the Inquisition recovers and cannot destroy for various reasons, or items that would otherwise destabilize the Imperium. Technically, Ganymede overseen by the Administratum, but in practice it's jointly run with the Inquisition because someone has to give the drones training.

	Among the weird stuff housed in Ganymede is		Among the weird stuff housed in Ganymede are

	- The only surviving copy of Lorgar's "Black Manuscript" (probably, if it's just not plain lost)		- The only surviving copy of Lorgar's "Black Manuscript" (probably, if it's just not plain lost)
	- Blade of the Laer (Lucius' long-term goal is taking the sword)		- Blade of the Laer (Lucius' long-term goal is taking the sword)
	- [[Nobledark_Imperium_Notes#Apep\|Apep]], the first, last, and only Daemon Prince of Malal.		- [[Nobledark_Imperium_Notes#Apep\|Apep]], the first, last, and only Daemon Prince of Malal
	- [[Nobledark_Imperium_Writing#Happy_New_Year\|Legienstrausse]]		- [[Nobledark_Imperium_Writing#Happy_New_Year\|Legienstrausse]]
	- [[Nobledark_Imperium_Notes#Jaq Draco\|Inquisitor Jaq Draco]]		- [[Nobledark_Imperium_Notes#Jaq Draco\|Inquisitor Jaq Draco]]
	- A dimension distorting container obtained by an unnamed Inquisitior of the Ordo Chronus.		- A dimension distorting container obtained by an unnamed Inquisitior of the Ordo Chronus
	- A sealed room with the mark of the Terminus on it		- A sealed room with the mark of the Terminus on it
	- The "key" to the Gates of Vaul		- The "key" to the Gates of Vaul
	- A human preserved in amber estimated to be several million years old		- A human preserved in amber, estimated to be several million years old
	- A set of lock picks that can open anything. Anything.		- A set of lock picks that can open anything. Anything.
	- A possible Old One relic known as The Shadowlight. It activates latent psykers who touch it and kills horribly everyone else ~~in it's current configuration~~. Reconfiguring it tears holes in reality.		- A possible Old One relic known as The Shadowlight. In its current configuration it activates latent psykers who touch it, and kills horribly everyone else. Reconfiguring it tears holes in reality.
	- At least two copies of the Dark Age nanobot weapon of mass destruction known as the Bloodtide. One of which had its central intelligence scooped out and possessed by a Bloodthirster, the other, used by Voldorius, just sane enough to keep begging for death.		- At least two copies of the Dark Age nanobot weapon of mass destruction known as the Bloodtide. One of which had its central intelligence scooped out and possessed by a Bloodthirster, the other used by Voldorius and just sane enough to keep begging for death.

	=== Pluto and Charon ===		=== Pluto and Charon ===