Mukana Suomen miniatyyripeliskenessä jo vuodesta 2002
https://www.sotavasara.net/keskustelu/
Eikös Tyranidien codex olisi hyvä lähde? Nykyisestä en tiedä, kun näyttää melko litteältä, mutta jos saat käsiisi 2. laitoksen aikaisen codexin, niin johan pitäisi tietoa irrota.galgar kirjoitti:Aha... Selkis mutta voisko olla tietoo enemmän Tyranideist.
The Captain tarkoitti vaan, että Codexista löytyy varmaan parhaimmat fluffit.galgar kirjoitti:Vaikka oon kiinostunut Tyranidien historiasta ei se tarkota että keräään Tyranidejä. :x
Kyllä se mun mielestä ainakin on yks iso lilluva thing, vähän niinkun "keskustietokone", jonka kautta kaikki nidien aivotoiminta ohjaillaillaan.Itse sanoisin kylläkin että Hive Mind ei ole mikään yksi olento (siis ei mikään valtava, leijuva aivo), vaan se on yksinkertaisesti kaikkien 'nidien yhteinen mieli...
Enpä kerää minäkään, ja silti tuo codex nököttää siististi hyllyssä kaikkien muiden codexien joukossa. Fluffitietouden takia minäkin sen ostin.galgar kirjoitti:Vaikka oon kiinostunut Tyranidien historiasta ei se tarkota että keräään Tyranidejä. :x
Sano muuta! Fluffi on 40K:n suola, lisää peliin ihan pirusti syvyyttä.The Captain kirjoitti:Enpä kerää minäkään, ja silti tuo codex nököttää siististi hyllyssä kaikkien muiden codexien joukossa. Fluffitietouden takia minäkin sen ostin.galgar kirjoitti:Vaikka oon kiinostunut Tyranidien historiasta ei se tarkota että keräään Tyranidejä. :x
niinno eikös hive mind tarkoitakin "ryhmä mieli" että siitä päättelemään...Fa Shih kirjoitti:Itse sanoisin kylläkin että Hive Mind ei ole mikään yksi olento (siis ei mikään valtava, leijuva aivo), vaan se on yksinkertaisesti kaikkien 'nidien yhteinen mieli...
The devastation of so many of our worlds brought the attention of other beings from beyond,” continued the alien. “Nurgle feasted on the slain and Tzeentch took notice of our efforts to tap the Warp itself for destructive potential. It seemed that no matter what course we took, we were doomed to draw more and more pain and suffering upon ourselves. And then an answer came to us. To avoid the minions of Chaos, we needs must avoid the Warp.
“Our most advanced heuristic algorithms were redesigned to incorporate martial skills on both strategic and tactical levels. We constructed machines of war armed with weapons of hideous power to house our thinking programs. And with no small sense of dread, we unleashed them upon our enemies. The effect was, to say the least, impressive.
“Everything about our mechanized warriors was designed to thwart the powers of Chaos. They had no emotions, and so no presence in the Warp making them hard to find for the creatures that dwell there. They did not rot or decay, and so did not hold Nurgle’s interest. They did not use sorcery and so did not attract minions of Tzeentch. And they did not fear or bleed, and so they thwarted Khorne. Their bodies were immune to corruption, their minds impervious to scrutiny.”
“Were you victorious?” asked the marine directly.
“Yes and no,” said Vortep with an ironic tone. “Our warriors worked well. But they did not eliminate the source of the problem. Us. For as long as we existed, Khorne’s minions and the powers of Tzeentch would find us. A second solution presented itself to a faction of our blasted empire. On one world there existed a race of creatures linked by their minds and wills to create a single vast intelligence. Individually they were non-sentient and animalistic. In great numbers they rivaled our own most gifted thinkers. I do not know what the reasoning was, or how we could ever have conceived of the notion, but it was from these beings that the creatures you now know as Tyranids were born.”
“You! You created those things?” shouted the marine. “You are to blame for the devastation wrought by the Hive Fleets?”
“I had nothing to do with it personally,” said the alien with its eyes down turned. “But the Necrontyr are guilty of unleashing that devastation on the galaxy. I have conjectured that the Tyranids were devised to take worlds already corrupted by Chaos, devastate them beyond habitability, even for being of Chaos, and in so doing grow stronger to attack the next world. The Warpspatial incursion you call The Eye was nothing compared to the great rent in reality brought by the coming of Khorne. Literally thousands of worlds were overcome by its inception.
“The Tyranids were a mistake, however. For once unleashed, how does one stem their tide? We eventually devised a lure that attracted their kind like a magnet. It projected its beacon throughout the galaxy, drawing them towards it. We set the beacon on a ship and sent it hurtling through space towards a distant star cluster that we had determined to be incapable of supporting life. Without a constant influx of biomass, the Tyranids will eventually starve. The fact that they have returned, and in greater numbers, indicates to me that they found some source of sustenance out there in the darkness and that the galaxy is in even greater danger now than when the first Chaos War erupted so many eons ago.”
“A sad and woeful tale, alien,” said the marine, his voice solemn. “But it does not answer my question.”
“Patience, Marine Damodred,” said Vortep. “Patience is perhaps a warrior’s most potent weapon. A lesson we finally learned at great and terrible cost. For had we given our warriors time to work, they would have eventually driven chaos from our galaxy. But time was not our ally, for as long as we remained, Chaos held its interest here. Finally, when we were but a few million, struck down from more than a quadrillion beings in just a few short decades, we found our final solution. We had to vanish from the Warp forever.”
“Impossible,” said the marine.
“You are fond of that word,” said Vortep. “Yet the evidence stands before you. How else could we hold a conversation if the plan had not been successful? We looked to our warriors for the key and designed heuristic processes that would mimic our own with near perfect accuracy. We discovered means by which a conscious mind could be supported within a machine, and how that being’s memories and thoughts and desires would remain with that being for as long as the machine existed.”
“No,” said the marine, a horrific premonition dawning on him.
“We reconstructed our worlds within computers of supremely durable design. And devised means by which the computers would communicate with each other over infinite distance. We put them on ships and spread ourselves across the galaxy, fleeing before the last waning tides of chaos. Once we arrived at our destinations, we built massive tombs to house our computers against the ravages of time and designed guardians to watch them against enemy incursion. Our colonies were built and our galactic network functioned beyond expectation. And then we departed the material world and came here. Our entire civilization has existed within the computers for sixty million of your years.”
“NO!” shouted the marine his face at once pale and flushed from the dreadful knowledge of his fate. “Why have you brought me to this mockery of reality? Why have you taken me from the Emperor’s light and salvation?” :twisted:
“You exist here and now to answer my questions, Marine Damodred,” said Vortep, clearly displeased by the marine’s outburst. “Your body is being examined in the physical world while your mind is being examined here. Rest assured that once we are done with you we will return you to your brothers.”
Hive = Pesä, pesäke.psy-coma kirjoitti:niinno eikös hive mind tarkoitakin "ryhmä mieli"