#/. Legio Memoriam

[techpriestess]

A 40k RP List

I think this is the most names that I needed to add in a single update.

Here’s a bunch of nerds Warhammer 40k Role Players! It’s obviously not an exhaustive list, but I’m trying very hard to collect ‘em all!

Note: Not all blogs are up for serious role playing; some are only open to asks and some rambunctiousness, so mileage may vary.

As I’ve said before, let me know if you do or don’t want to be on this list, let me know!

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[legio-memoriam-blog]

That Table. (Drabble)

Gideon tapped his metal chair with his finger, it was quiet in his hall. The scribbling of Bethany at his side and his exasperated breathing seemed to be the only things making noise in this large hall.

Down a set of steps sat the wooden table, it held its fair share of scrapes, bruises, hand imprints, spit--and blood.

“That table there.” Gideon spoke suddenly, lifting his arm with a creak to point at it.

“That’s been here for five thousand years.” He gave a sigh after speaking this fact, as if remembering something.

“I remember how I yearned to be a part of this council, how much I wanted to become a Head...so many good Techpriests back in those days.”

His chair gave a creak of relief as he pressed his weight onto his hands to rise off of the damn thing.

“What happened to them?” Bethany’s eyes remained the same, half-closed, glazed with a odd sadness to them.

“What always happens to us, Miss Arigard...”

“Foolishness, followed by pride and a rough fall from grace, followed by a horrible Death.”

“Rather specific.” Bethany commented, adjusting herself in the chair.

“It is--and rather common, sadly.”

He clanked his left hand against the Terminator sized body he owned, his masked head looked minuscule compared to the sheer size of the metal body.

“This body of mine, this--sarcophagus. I didn’t want to be put in it, I didn’t want to become this--this--abomination.”

“Abomination? I thought you liked being a Warrior.”

“Me? No, no, no. I used to be a Techsorcist, I fixed things, healed them from the taint of Chaos. But now--”

“--Well, look at me, Bethany! These hands are only made for war, these fingers made to make our enemies bleed! But this mind?” He gave out a heavy sigh, obviously exasperated or just tired of living. 

He paced about, putting a hand to his metal encased head, his fingers ran down from the faceplate down to his side with a scrape.

“I wanted to become closer to the Omnissiah through peaceful means. Meditation, a slow process of becoming fully mechanical as I aged and grew in mind...I have grown in mind...but I wish I could’ve seen myself age.”

Bethany spoke with curiosity, crossing her legs and placing the paper she sketched onto by her side, putting her hands onto her lap, she eyed him without her distant eyes for once, but with a childlike wonder.

“What exactly happened to you, then?”

He did not speak of it, he instead looked directly into Bethany’s eyes--not that she could tell. His eyes, hidden behind his mask did not reveal what he thought of...but it must’ve been horrible due to his silence and long breaths.

He strolled around enough, he moved back to his chair and sat with a huff, giving out a long exhale.

“I became the leader of this expedition, not because I wanted to, but because I needed to. I was the oldest member alive, perhaps just a bit older than you, Miss Arigard.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Miss Arigard. One day, I would like to return to my duties as a Techsorcist...if I live long enough to see us return to Imperium Space.”

“I would give you the Fleet, but that is not my choice--and it might be too much stress for you, as it was for me.”

His arms moved behind his back, he tugged on his robes and a click was heard. With a heavy sigh, he relaxed himself in the chair, which plugged directly into him.

“There’s many months to travel before we get there...if only we had a Navigator, this would be much faster.”

He slowly slumbered, Bethany knew it was time to leave to her room just down the hall. 

“I’ll be taking my leave.” She said, picking up her items.

“Bethany, before you leave.”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for listening to an old man ramble on.”

“Of course.”

“Good night, Miss Arigard.”

“Good Night, Magos Parrilli.”

The lights within the Counsel hall clicked off, leaving Magos Parrilli to be alone...another relic within the room.