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I know the Emperor was and is a godlike being/ actual god at this point, but before the golden throne and the ascension he was still tehnically human and so I have a question. Did the Emperor ever have to do normal human things, such as eat, sleep, go to the toilet, etc. or was he beyond that. Same goes for the Primarchs. I know they had to sleep, since Rogal Dorn was said to have slept with the cloak of his adoptive father from Invit, but what about the other things? Is any of that mentioned in any book or official piece of lore? I mean they had extreme metabolisms so maybe they didn't have to go to the toilet, and how would that even look like. Would they be accompanied by honour guards? Did the Emperor have a private bathroom, with a dozen Custodes guards standing watch outside while He did his thing? And who would clean up after him since only Custodians were allowed that deep into the palace? Was there a special order, where the less than exemplary Custodians were sent? I just want to mention again that this isnt supposed to be a shitpost or something like that, just an honest question although perhaps a very stupid one. (If it wasn't obvious enough I really dont want to be banned because of this since I really enjoy this place, but the thought popped into my head a while ago and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it, so I thought this would be a good place to ask).
Emperor Movie stream new albums. I actually do not see why it has to be difficult. It's an opinion modifier. For example, you should be able to declare yourself Augustus. You can only do it once per lifetime and it provides a positive opinion modifier against all your subjects. But it's since it's character based, then each character has to do something to be able to declare Augustus. If course, you can then bring in Augustus mechanics with it as well. So let's say your father was Augustus and you declared it early on but your king a fat imbecile who keeps losing wars then he loses the title. For example, if a coalition of kings rout your character's army then he should lose the title. This would not only make the title valuable but also potentially make it something you fight other kings over. If they can, they should implement this in CK3 for various regions. Europe should have Augustus or Princeps, Arabs should have Caliph and India should have Chakravartin. These were titles which were all over and above a mere emperor of a region. These were titles which commanded entire sub continental domains and should come with great accolades on declaration and grave consequences on loss. I hope the Devs at PDX make sure to get this type of mechanic either in the base game or the DLC. Such titles of super emperor are cool and can involve periods of significant internal flux and can make the rather binary and infuriating relationship between vassal and king much more dynamic as families which were Augustan could lose the title due to incest and then you, the young brilliant heir, could through shrewd politicking, using existing mechanics, take over the councillor roles and scheme your way and declare yourself Augustus once more for your family. Just think of the memorability of such a powerful gaming experience.
Emperor Movie streaming. Emperor Movie stream of consciousness. Emperor's club movie stream. Emperor Movie stream online. By Graham McNeill, January 2014. Context: During the earliest last days of the Great Crusade, the Emperor and Horus are on a scrap planet called Gorro: The Emperor was fighting his way through a howling mob of the largest greenskins Horus had ever seen. Most were the equal of a primarch in stature. One even dwarfed the Emperor himself. His father fought to reach a fragmenting ring of iron surrounding the blinding plasma core, but the greenskins had him surrounded. This was a fight not even the Emperor could win alone. But he was not alone. Sejanus and his Glory Squad fought through the disintegrating ruins of the scrapworld in the old way. [... ] The Emperor’s signal never once wavered in his visor, though every other return fizzed and screamed with distortion. Ahead, Sejanus saw a ragged archway through which spilled blazing white light. The Emperor lay beyond it. ‘We’re here, ’ he gasped, even his phenomenal transhuman physique pushed to the limits of endurance by this fight. He stormed through the archway and into a vast, spherical chamber with the brightest sun at its heart. ‘Lupercal... ’ breathed Sejanus. Horus’s sword was broken, his twin bolters empty of shells. The sword had snapped halfway along its length, the edge dulled from hewing countless greenskin bodies. He’d fought his way onto a stepped bridge, killing scores of monstrously swollen orks to reach a crumbling ledge just below the Emperor. Blood drenched him, his own and that of the orks. His helmet was long gone, torn away in a grappling, gouging duel with an iron-tusked giant with motorised crusher claws for arms and a fire-belching maw. He’d broken the beast over his knee and hurled its corpse from the bridge. Rogue gravity vortices hurled it up and away. More of the greenskins followed him onto the bridge, grunting and laughing as they stalked him. Their grim amusement was a mystery to Horus. They were going to die, whether he killed them or they were burned to ash by the colossal plasma reactor’s inevitable destruction. Who would laugh in the face of their death? The Emperor fought an armoured giant twice his height and breadth. Its skull was a vast, iron-helmed boulder with elephantine tusks and chisel-like teeth that gleamed dully. Its eyes were coal-red slits of such vicious intelligence that it stole Horus’s breath. Horus had never seen its equal. No bestiary would include its description for fear of being ridiculed, no magos of the Mechanicum would accept such a specimen could exist. Six clanking, mechanised limbs bolted through its flesh bore grinding, crackling, sawing, snapping, flame-belching weapons of murder. The Emperor’s armour was burning, the golden wreath now ashes around his neck. Chugging rotor cannons battered the Emperor’s armour even as claws of lightning tore portions of it away. It was taking every screed of the Emperor’s warrior skill and psychic might to keep the mech-warlord’s weaponry from killing him. ‘Father! ’ shouted Horus. The greenskin turned and saw Horus. It saw the desperation in his face and laughed. A fist like a Reductor siege hammer smashed the Emperor’s sword aside and a fist of green flesh lifted him into the air. It crushed the life from him with its inhuman power. ‘No! ’ yelled Horus, battering his way through the last of the greenskins to reach his father’s side. The Mech-Warlord turned his spinal weapons on Horus, and a blistering series of lightning strikes hammered the walkway. Horus dodged them all, a wolf on the hunt amid the ash and fire of the world’s ending. He had no weapon, and where that wasn’t normally a handicap to a warrior of the Legions, against this foe it was a definite disadvantage. No weapon of his would hurt this beast anyway. But one of its own... Horus gripped one of the warlord’s mechanised arms, one bearing the spinning brass spheres and crackling tines of its lightning weapon. The arm’s strength was prodigious, but centimetre by centimetre Horus forced it around. Lightning blasted from the weapon, burning Horus’s hands black. Bone gleamed through the min of his flesh, but what was that pain when set against the loss of a father? With one last herculean effort, Horus wrenched the arm up as a sawing blast of white-edged lightning empted from the weapon. A searing burst of fire impacted on the Mech-Warlord’s forearm and the limb exploded from the elbow down in a welter of blackened bone and boiling blood. The beast grunted in surprise, dropping the Emperor and staring in dumb fascination at the ruin of its arm. Seizing the chance he had been given, the Emperor bent low and surged upwards with his bluesteel sword extended. The tip ripped into the Mech-Warlord’s belly and burst from its back in a shower of sparks. ‘Now you die, ’ said the Emperor, and ripped his blade up. It was an awful, agonising, mortal wound. Electrical fire vented from hideous metal organs within the wreckage of the greenskin’s body. It was a murderous wound that not even a beast of such unimaginable proportions could take and live. Yet that was not the worst of it. Horus felt the build up of colossal psychic energies and shielded his eyes as a furious light built within the Emperor. Power like nothing he had ever seen his father wield, or even suspected he possessed. All consuming, all powerful, it was the power to extinguish life in every sphere of its existence. Physical flesh turned to ash before it and what ancient faiths had once called a soul was burned out of existence, never to cohere again. Nothing would ever remain of he who suffered such a fate. Their body and soul would pass from the finite energy of the universe, to fade into memory and have all that they were wiped from the canvas of existence. This was as complete a death as it was possible to suffer. That power blazed along the Emperor’s sword, filling the greenskin with killing light. It erupted in a bellowing golden explosion, and lightning blazed from the coruscating afterimage of its death, arcing from ork to ork as it sought out all those who were kin to the master of Gorro. Unimaginable energies poured from the Emperor, reaching throughout the entirety of the chamber and burning every last shred of alien flesh to a mist of drifting golden ash. Horus watched as the power of life and death coursed through the Emperor, saw him swell in stature until he was like unto a god. Wreathed in pellucid amber flames, towering and majestic. His father never claimed to be a god, and refuted such notions with a vengeance. He had even castigated a son for believing what Horus now saw before him with his very own eyes... Horus dropped to his knees, overcome with the wonder of what he was witnessing. Noteworthy for being the only time I'm aware of where the Emperor was actually in considerable danger while fighting something, aside from Drach'nyen and the final battle against Horus.
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