Necron Quotes
From Lexicanum
This article collects all quotes made by, or about, the Necrons and their star-gods the C'tan. The quotes themselves are organized in an Alphabetical order using the authors name. Quotes from an unnamed author are at the beginning of the list.
| Alphabetical order | author | quote | source |
| Excerpted from the Dogma Ommiastra | That we, in our arrogance, believed that Humankind was first among the races of this galaxy will exposed as folly of the worst kind upon the awakening of these ancient beings. Any hopes, dreams or promises of salvation are naught but dust in the wind. | Codex: Necrons (3rd Edition), page 18 | |
| Inscription transcribed from the walls of Cthelmax | Death stands above me, whispering low
I know not what in my ear Of his strange language all I know There is only pain and fear. | Codex Necrons (3rd Edition), page 19 | |
| C | Adept Corteswain at the Omniastery of Selethoth, shortly before his disappearance | We are born for a darker purpose than that of mere existence. There will come a time when stygian night never ends, where dead stars will spread before us like islands that slumber on the ocean, and when the beings that hid like shadows will feed on us forever. | Codex Necrons (3rd Edition), page 51 |
| H | Inquisitor Hoth - Second Book of Admonitions | That man is beset at all quarters by traitors, mutants and fiends is self-evident. But in truth none of these evils shall be our undoing.
When the end comes it will be not at the hand of any mortal being of this or any other realm: death will come at the hands of the ancients, those who determined our fate aeons before we stood erect upon the holy ground of Terra and gazed up into the starry night. | Codex Necrons (3rd Edition), page 66 |
| I | Lord Magister Ithax Stroam, Terra | Ha! The Imperium is a big place, my boy. The universe is always unleashing some new catastrophe, some marauding race. Hundreds of worlds die, but millions more prosper. It matters not. Nothing can truly hurt us here. | Codex Necrons (3rd Edition), page 11 |
| K | Inquisitor Kessel at the Conclave of Eidolon | We are less than cattle to these beings, chattel to be cast aside, consumed or made sport with for their pleasure. There is not one amongst them that would pay heed to a world of Man as I would to an ant on my boot. | Codex Necrons (3rd Edition), page 27 |
| L | 'The Awakening' by Farseer Lsathranil from Ulthanesh Shelwé | The banshee's call shall wake the Dead; when dark portents wax nigh
Heed them as the counsel of a Seer, or a father The Yngir, who have slept since the birth of Chaos Shall crawl once more from their tombs, thirsting for warmth. The War in Heaven shall be as nothing to their vengeance For the sons of Asuryan, few in number, cannot stand against them. And the Eye of Isha shall dim, closing for eternity Such a gentle goddess cannot witness such atrocities as they shall wreak. The soulless ones shall be the harbingers of the dark fate Then shall come the living dead, the progeny Then the thirsting ones, The forever damned And the galaxy shall run red as the blood of Eldanesh, The Vaul-moon shall bring forth the Dragon The Master of Death will drink deep from Isha's Eye That Which Lies Outside will be drawn to the harvest And the Jackal-God shall turn brother against brother. The four shall take their place amongst the stars, Their legions ascendant, unstoppable as the night A deadly shroud shall fall across the spirit And the galaxy shall mourn | Codex Necrons (3rd Edition), page 5 |
| M | Maechu, Farseer of Ulthwé | They will seek to harvest us at first, for they will be hungry after their long sleep. Then they will turn their efforts to enslaving the survivors. The galaxy will bleed the stench of death into the void, and it will attract the others of their kind. We must choose unity or death. | Codex Necrons (3rd Edition), page 21 |
| Morillia q, Harlequin Shadowseer | It was silent as the void, and to look upon it was to know terror. It drifted above us with slow, liquid grace, and its gaze caused madness and despair wherever it fell. those it came near took their own lives rather than endure its hellish presence. | Codex Necrons (3rd Edition), page 25 | |
| P | Paullian Blantar, Iron-Father of the Kaargul Clan, Iron Hands Chapter | The Machine is strong. We must purge the weak, hated flesh and replace it with the blessed purity of metal. Only through permanence can we truly triumph, only through the Machine can we find victory. Punish the flesh. Iron in mind and body. Hail the Machine! | Codex Necrons (3rd Edition), page 2 |
| T | Tomas Macabee, Necron Pariah - broadcast message | Existentialism is possibly the most onerous imposition of life. The need to ask why, to find some explanation. Nevertheless, despite the perfections granted me, I remain a living man and so must suffer under the cacophony of questions in my brain. And so I send out this final message to attempt to answer some of the questions you will have.
Why did I lead my fellows to their doom here on this arid plateau? Why have I submitted myself to the power of the immortal creatures who have risen from its sands? How could I, a respected scientist and prominent citizen, turn my back on the civilization that has given me so much? The answer is simple. I have done everything in the name of purity. Before my memories and emotions were reassembled in this more perfect form some fifteen cycles ago, I had spent a human lifetime studying civilization in all its forms. The sum of my work can be put thus: all life exists in discord. War and strife affect all known societies and all species spend their existences competing with others for limited resources. From the cries of an infant for the maternal teat to the wretched stench of the aged dying in their own filth, life is a series of squabbles and ugly messes. There is an alternative. There exists a state in which all conflict is resolved and all is cold and silent. There are no wants, no wars, no squabbles. You may call this state death if you wish, but that is a misnomer. Death is but the ending of life, and that is only a means to an end. That end is purity, the time when all is still and unchanging. Our universe began in purity and it will return to that blessed state. Hastening that return is the great work of the perfected beings I have awoken and who have made me their own. You have tried to undo our great work. You have spread your vile, unclean selves across the galaxy, making a mockery of the beautiful silence we had wrought. It was all in vain. Rejoice, for we have returned and your days are at an end. | Dawn of War: Dark Crusade, entry for Thur'Abis Plateau |
| Tomas Macabee, Necron Pariah | Lucky creatures. At long last you have found the tranquility of death. I was like you, once, clinging to life and blind to the truth. When I uncovered the truth, I too shuddered and paled with fear. Deep in these catacombs, I was remade. Here, my brethren slumbered for eons while the living grew like weed. My Lord knew this day would come. He had plans for us all. We would purge this world once more. So come, poor victims of life. We will grant you tranquility in these crypts. Kronus will be a Tomb World once more. | Dawn of War: Dark Crusade |
