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The warsmith and the warmaster by L J Koh

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i am not immune to butch astartes women

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Something was wrong here. Grythan's assault shouldn't have been this easy. Normally, Loyalist scum kept their mortals under guard. Mortals were things the felt they needed to defend, as if their lives weren't as candle flames in the wind and their ability to breed so reliable. These mortals were seemingly alone, left to fend for themselves against the monsters of a Slaaneshi proving ground. They shouldn't have been.

Which meant.

Oh....

Oh shit!

"GRYTHAN!" Freyja shouted over a private vox link. "GET OUT OF THERE!"

"Freyja! Cousin!" Grythan cried out as he ran towards his elder cousin with something wrapped in a cloth burlap, what ever laid beneath it hidden from his cousin's view. "I brought my art and surgiacal tools, like you asked!" The boy exclaimed excited to having his lesson tutoured by Frejya for once.

"Welcome, little Cousin!" Said Freyja.

She waited for her young protege with open arms, eager to help transform him into a waking nightmare. She would make him into a terror, another man-eating monster to loose against the Imperium like an arrow.

She never felt that way about it, about rearing little brothers, sisters, and cousins. In her mind, she was molding heroes, champions of the Gods who would bring bloody vengeance against their enemies.

Grythan was the first of many, a trade of youths between the Nooseman and the Minstrels. If they trained together, their fire-forged bonds would be near-unbreakable. The allaince between the two warbands would prosper on the backs of the generations to come. "You're my dear Cousin Matthew's kicthen boy, aren't you? Come, child, I have a lesson for you. Today we're going to do some meat carving."

Freyja motioned for the Neophyte to follow, leading him into a rather plain looking room within the Sanctum's high black walls. Within, fresh meat laid on a slab; the carcass of a filthy Loyalist lapdog cleaved in two. Bloody holes were ripped out of his chest and neck where his progenoids had been reclaimed.

"I believe you knew this man, didn't you?"

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Abaddon The Despoiler

by Israel Llona

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Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

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rule #1 of being a child soldier is to have fun and be yourself

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Freyja trailed behind, close enough to smell the iron tang of bolter residue and the sickly sweet incense burned in the name of a false and lying god. Before them lay a great monument hewn from the carcass of any even greater tree. Such life was a gift of Ne'ruul, patron of Nature, and they twisted it into the image of their hallowed corpse in mockery of the graceful arts of Shanet. Just looking at the hideous thing put Freyja's blood to a boil.

Under ordinary circumstances, she'd have picked it's makers apart piece by bloody piece, hacking off their limbs with Mercy and Venom, but these were not ordinary circumstances. This was Grythan's trial, not hers. She just had to bite her tongue and keep telling herself that.

She was not here to fight unless necessity demanded it. She was here to observe.

"Freyja! Cousin!" Grythan cried out as he ran towards his elder cousin with something wrapped in a cloth burlap, what ever laid beneath it hidden from his cousin's view. "I brought my art and surgiacal tools, like you asked!" The boy exclaimed excited to having his lesson tutoured by Frejya for once.

"Welcome, little Cousin!" Said Freyja.

She waited for her young protege with open arms, eager to help transform him into a waking nightmare. She would make him into a terror, another man-eating monster to loose against the Imperium like an arrow.

She never felt that way about it, about rearing little brothers, sisters, and cousins. In her mind, she was molding heroes, champions of the Gods who would bring bloody vengeance against their enemies.

Grythan was the first of many, a trade of youths between the Nooseman and the Minstrels. If they trained together, their fire-forged bonds would be near-unbreakable. The allaince between the two warbands would prosper on the backs of the generations to come. "You're my dear Cousin Matthew's kicthen boy, aren't you? Come, child, I have a lesson for you. Today we're going to do some meat carving."

Freyja motioned for the Neophyte to follow, leading him into a rather plain looking room within the Sanctum's high black walls. Within, fresh meat laid on a slab; the carcass of a filthy Loyalist lapdog cleaved in two. Bloody holes were ripped out of his chest and neck where his progenoids had been reclaimed.

"I believe you knew this man, didn't you?"

@cookingintheeye

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FOR THE LAST TIME

👏 APOSTASY is the rejection of a faith after having professed it;

👏 HERESY is selective belief in only some of the tenets of a faith one professes, or belief in tenets contrary to those of a faith one professes;

👏 BLASPHEMY is derogation of the honour due to God.

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"Stay sharp, Cousin. I will be your shadow, but this is your trial, not mine. This is your revenge. I will not keep you from it."

Ordinarily, Freyja would have let any Neophyte under her care fend for themselves. If they died, then they were too weak to serve the Gods under the banner of the Noosemen.

Grythan was different. Grythan had to be kept alive. Keeping him alive was the linchpin to her whole alliance. Grythan was Matthew's favorite and Matthew had the ear of his entombed chieftain. Were the MInstrels and the Noosemen to continue to work jointly, she had to keep this kid alive.

She stayed close, close enough to see him, but far enough away that he didn't feel stalked.

She could let him suffer injury, his nascent augmentations would ensure he wouldn't get gutted like a mortal, but should his life come under threat, she would devour the bastards who wanted to claim it.

"Freyja! Cousin!" Grythan cried out as he ran towards his elder cousin with something wrapped in a cloth burlap, what ever laid beneath it hidden from his cousin's view. "I brought my art and surgiacal tools, like you asked!" The boy exclaimed excited to having his lesson tutoured by Frejya for once.

"Welcome, little Cousin!" Said Freyja.

She waited for her young protege with open arms, eager to help transform him into a waking nightmare. She would make him into a terror, another man-eating monster to loose against the Imperium like an arrow.

She never felt that way about it, about rearing little brothers, sisters, and cousins. In her mind, she was molding heroes, champions of the Gods who would bring bloody vengeance against their enemies.

Grythan was the first of many, a trade of youths between the Nooseman and the Minstrels. If they trained together, their fire-forged bonds would be near-unbreakable. The allaince between the two warbands would prosper on the backs of the generations to come. "You're my dear Cousin Matthew's kicthen boy, aren't you? Come, child, I have a lesson for you. Today we're going to do some meat carving."

Freyja motioned for the Neophyte to follow, leading him into a rather plain looking room within the Sanctum's high black walls. Within, fresh meat laid on a slab; the carcass of a filthy Loyalist lapdog cleaved in two. Bloody holes were ripped out of his chest and neck where his progenoids had been reclaimed.

"I believe you knew this man, didn't you?"

@cookingintheeye

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The half hour passed quickly and in relative silence. The wardings Freyja's sorcerers had added had ensured that the two of them made planetfall virtually undetected. A great deal of blood had to be spilled for such potent magics, a price Freyja was always eager to pay.

She landed the ancient vessel a few miles out from the Black Templars' camp, a wooded area shielded from prying eyes. But should they find and destroy her bird, she could, at the very least, contact Sublime Vengeance and rest assured that she would make it off this planet one way or another.

The rear door lowered slowly, revealing a rocky forested wilderness outside. These stones were ancient, some of which were marked by arcane carvings likely made by the planet's inhabitants.

"Freyja! Cousin!" Grythan cried out as he ran towards his elder cousin with something wrapped in a cloth burlap, what ever laid beneath it hidden from his cousin's view. "I brought my art and surgiacal tools, like you asked!" The boy exclaimed excited to having his lesson tutoured by Frejya for once.

"Welcome, little Cousin!" Said Freyja.

She waited for her young protege with open arms, eager to help transform him into a waking nightmare. She would make him into a terror, another man-eating monster to loose against the Imperium like an arrow.

She never felt that way about it, about rearing little brothers, sisters, and cousins. In her mind, she was molding heroes, champions of the Gods who would bring bloody vengeance against their enemies.

Grythan was the first of many, a trade of youths between the Nooseman and the Minstrels. If they trained together, their fire-forged bonds would be near-unbreakable. The allaince between the two warbands would prosper on the backs of the generations to come. "You're my dear Cousin Matthew's kicthen boy, aren't you? Come, child, I have a lesson for you. Today we're going to do some meat carving."

Freyja motioned for the Neophyte to follow, leading him into a rather plain looking room within the Sanctum's high black walls. Within, fresh meat laid on a slab; the carcass of a filthy Loyalist lapdog cleaved in two. Bloody holes were ripped out of his chest and neck where his progenoids had been reclaimed.

"I believe you knew this man, didn't you?"

@cookingintheeye

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Freyja's voice came through the vox caster in the ship's guts. She had taken the pilot's seat, assigning Grythan the hold. The ship could have amassed eight of her brothers and sister, but for now, It carried only the young Scout.

"It won't take long. A half-hour at most. We make for the forest just outside their camp. They shouldn't be far from your brothers' stronghold."

Of course they were still building that hideous monument to their dead god. Oh how satisfying it would be to bring it down upon their heads, to use their 'holiness' as a weapon with which to bludgeon them.

Without another word, Grythan would hear the roar of the Fire Hawk's engines. He would no see Freyja make haste and guide the ancient beast out of the Hangar and into the silent Void.

"Freyja! Cousin!" Grythan cried out as he ran towards his elder cousin with something wrapped in a cloth burlap, what ever laid beneath it hidden from his cousin's view. "I brought my art and surgiacal tools, like you asked!" The boy exclaimed excited to having his lesson tutoured by Frejya for once.

"Welcome, little Cousin!" Said Freyja.

She waited for her young protege with open arms, eager to help transform him into a waking nightmare. She would make him into a terror, another man-eating monster to loose against the Imperium like an arrow.

She never felt that way about it, about rearing little brothers, sisters, and cousins. In her mind, she was molding heroes, champions of the Gods who would bring bloody vengeance against their enemies.

Grythan was the first of many, a trade of youths between the Nooseman and the Minstrels. If they trained together, their fire-forged bonds would be near-unbreakable. The allaince between the two warbands would prosper on the backs of the generations to come. "You're my dear Cousin Matthew's kicthen boy, aren't you? Come, child, I have a lesson for you. Today we're going to do some meat carving."

Freyja motioned for the Neophyte to follow, leading him into a rather plain looking room within the Sanctum's high black walls. Within, fresh meat laid on a slab; the carcass of a filthy Loyalist lapdog cleaved in two. Bloody holes were ripped out of his chest and neck where his progenoids had been reclaimed.

"I believe you knew this man, didn't you?"

@cookingintheeye

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The Coronation of The Warmaster by LJ Koh

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Sons Of Horus Praetor

by jjoail

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I've been working on this once again, it's a little bit closer to completion!

Abaddon has really become one of my favourite characters. That's it.

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Horus And Sanguinius

by Vitaly Perevoshikov