#Bretonian

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Bretonnian Grail Knights by John Blanche

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

Bretonian peasant seeing the thunderbarge (thats about to bomb him) the dwarfs brought after the king shorted (heh) a dwarven merchant by 2 coins:

It’s still a kinder way for a Bretonnian peasant to go than the alternative (living as a Bretonnian peasant)

[thecrowinggriffon]

Homebrew bretonnians! Got my copy of the now Big Blue Book and started printing and converting some Bret units I've had on my mind for a while now. Bretonian Demi-hippogriff Knights; These'll play like their Empire counterparts. Vaulter Knights; So these guys know vaulting and don't need their reins to steer; they direct their steeds with ther legs and weight. which means they can use two swords for an extra attack instead of a shield. Dragonblessed Knigths; Like grail knights, but flaming swords instead of lances.

[sara-paints]

Next up, my Canoptek Wraiths!

As always, these are the old pewter models. They’re a little jank looking, but I was really inspired by their old rules that allowed them to ignore cover and move through it as if it were open terrain. I really went all out with the basing on them, to make them look like they were just ignoring some absolutely treacherous terrain. As usual, I had to skewer a Guardsman to make them look more dynamic as well. I thought having a riot shield made from the Bretonian Men-at-Arms kit would look neat. I also chose to skewer him from behind to make it look like the Wraith got the drop on him (being able to phase through solid matter, and all that).

[sergeifyodorov]

black swan and reba mcentire fancy edits are all well and good but when will someone make what i REALLY crave (this one specific cape bretonian folk band who exclusively does traditional covers and as far as i can tell stopped making music 10 years ago)

[minatoiskyuubismate]

And this is a scenery sketch from the light house where Rusty and Bobo had a race to deliver a new lamp. Reference was the bretonian Light House of "Petit Minou" (little Kitty). I liked the long passage who let to the light house and revised the chapter.

[sarkos]

Two things are worth noting about this publication. The first is the amount of occult imagery, not an unusual thing in the Surrealist context but an interest I always enjoy seeing reinforced. The Bretonian form of Surrealism is generally framed as Marxist on the one hand and Freudian on the other, a pair of ideologies usually regarded as antagonistic towards metaphysics or magical philosophy. (Freud declared to Jung that psychoanalysis had to assume a dogmatic form in order to protect itself against occultism’s “black tide of mud”.) Breton, however, was a poet before he was a dialectical materialist, and the Surrealist preoccupation with myth, with transmutation, and that mysterious quality that Breton termed “the Marvellous” finds a mirror in the Hermetic Arts. It’s curious that the complaints made by art critics about the Theosophical roots of abstract art—roots that aren’t always evident in the paintings they inspired—have never been applied to Surrealism when the occult enthusiasms are so obvious. A page in the catalogue bearing the heading “La Pierre Philosophale” (“The Philosopher’s Stone”) includes an illustration from a volume by Paracelsus, the occultist that Breton chose as the Magus of Locks in the reconfigured deck of Surrealist playing cards. The facing page has a Tarot card pasted over a Picasso painting. Tarot was a persistent Surrealist preoccupation: two years after First Papers of Surrealism, Breton published Arcanum 17, a book named after the Tarot trump of The Star, while one of the artists featured in the exhibition, Leonora Carrington, spent several years painting her own interpretation of the Major Arcana. Another of the exhibition artists, Kurt Séligmann, went deep enough into occultism to write entire histories of Western magic. In an article on the subject for View magazine, Séligmann quotes a letter from Max Ernst in which the latter describes magic as “the means of approaching the unknown by other ways than those of science and religion”. Ernst’s definition could, of course, just as well apply to art; the two disciplines are entangled like Duchamp’s twine.

First Papers of Surrealism, 1942 – { feuilleton }

[natalie-a-grace]

My most cursed creation, a stormcast with a bretonian head and sword standing on a 20mm square base

[clevermird]

Review: Ignorant Armies by various authors, edited by David Pringle

Spoiler alert: this book was really good I decided a while back to read every Warhammer Fantasy book that I could get my hands on in chronological order. Ignorant Armies is, as near as I can tell, the first of them and I must say, we're off to a great start. This book is an anthology of short stories edited by David Pringle that explore the breadth of human lives in the Old World, a gritty fantasy version of our world in the late middle ages/early Renaissance. Only in this world, the eldritch Chaos Gods that seek to corrupt everything they touch are waiting in shadows. . .

"Geheimnisnacht" - A dwarf trollslayer and his human chronicler search for a missing boy on the most cursed night of the year

"The Reavers and the Dead" - A wannabe necromancer faces the imminent destruction of his village by Norscan raiders

"The Other" - An apprentice doctor runs into a strange woman who seems to know too much about mutants

"Apprentice Luck" - A young boy finds a book that could lead to treasure - but a lot of other people are looking for it too!

"A Gardener in Parravon" - Two Bretonian friends are convinced that something is strange about their neighbor's garden

"The Star Boat" - A Norscan werewolf is recruited by a Slann to help him find a crashed "star boat" in the Chaos Wastes.

"The Ignorant Armies" - A young man and his mentor seek the Chaos warleader that destroyed his home and the younger brother he kidnapped

"The Laughter of the Dark Gods" - A Khornite warlord journeys through the Wastes and tangles with the followers of the other dark gods.

While some of these stories were better than others (I think "Ignorant Armies" was my favorite and "Other" was my least favorite), none of them was a slog to read. A few ("Star Boat" is the worst offender here) are pretty wildly incompatible with later lore, but all were well-written, snappy, and gritty.

Yeah, there's not a lot to say about this one, it was just really good for fans of Warhammer Fantasy or anyone who likes gritty fantasy stories - the book reads fairly well blind.

Warnings: As is to be expected from a WHF book, there's a healthy share of blood, gore, death, and body horror, so if that bothers you, might want to skip this one.

Rating: 4.5/5

[one-more-alice]

My approach is that

1) We can have words from other languages if there are people who speak this language in this world, either literally or as an adaptation. So it's okay to use abattoir if there are (or were) some people whose language is represented with French (Bretonians, for example).

2) If not, would you be okay to use this word to describe something from other real-life cultures? Words empire and magic are derived from Latin and Avestan, but they are used to describe things from cultures that didn't interract with either or even came before, so it's okay to use them without justification. Hidalgo, on the other hand, isn't, so you will need some justification for it.

The 4 approaches to “orphaned etymology” problems in fiction

1. Obviously we can’t call it French toast if there’s no France so we’re just gonna replace it with something else.

2. The word abattoir sounds too French so it wouldn’t make sense for it to be here without a France. Even though we use English without there being an England.

3. This is called a Ming vase because when you tap it it makes a “Ming!” sound.

4. I am JRR Tolkien and every single word I write has a fictional etymology attached to it that I am translating into English for your convenience.

[thecondemnedangelgabriel]

Louis Barfe is a Past Life Bretonian

As is Sara Annwyl

In the Thirteenth Century he was Witness to many Tortures

and Executions in his Cathar Community

brought by the Parisians of Notre Dame and led by Tregonning

O O O

[mr-double-downer]

general consensus around imperial militia lists seems to either be A) run Armory of old night and shoot everything to death with needles or larp a bretonian/ogre army and go hard on melee hordes

[alphabitchnkari]

@skxrbrand

It is in the first major town he encountered that Skarbrand notices the Slaaneshi. Their presence is no surprise, as witchhunters are few on the outskirts of the Empire.

They noticed him too, the disguised tavern wenches keeping as far away from him as able. They were not of N'kari's stock, but Slaaneshi rumor spreads faster than wildfire.

...

N'kari catches up to him by the third town, no matter his tireless speed.

Skarbrand is in the middle of a thoroughfare when a carriage screeches to a halt in front of him. The beautifully carved doors slam open, and the reaper is suddenly bathed in the overwhelming perfume of adar wood, N'kari's favorite scent. The clearly bewitched footman hurriedly drops on all fours in the mud, becoming the bottom step for a elegant heel.

The arch-tempter pushes her whole weight onto the footman, her heel digging into the man's back. In her tall human form would have been shorter than Skarbrand, if the footman was not included. The tall Bretonian wig on top her head added enough height to at least be level with his head. It must be a work of magic that her neck hadn't snapped with the weight.

"And where do you think you are going without me?" N'kari asks, haughtily turning up her nose at the taller demon. It's her new thrill for her, to have a nose to stare down others with.

They are drawing a lot of attention, the massive Norscian 'barbarian' and a lady who looks as if she has just left the courts in full formal regalia.

....

"Who slew you?" The Gatekeeper's fiery gaze bored down on the Bloodletter. It stood tall and straight, betraying none of it's nerves.

"The Arch-Tempter of Slaanesh." The Bloodletter answered. The Gatekeeper's eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

" You are oddly intact to have run afoul of the Tempter." The Daemon Prince commented, his dog-like head tilted ever so slightly. " How did he slay you?"

The Bloodletter grimaced. Such questions were not necessary, but he dare not turn down the overseer of Khorne's lake of flames. He looked away,

" A pillow, your Lordship."

He expected to be denied out of hand for being killed so ignobly. And when the Daemon Prince began to laugh, he'd come to prefer that fate.

[alphabitchnkari]

Some of N’kari’s past relationships:

He had been happily married to Cathayan revolutionist. They were drawn to each other by their burning passions and found inspiration within each other. His wife eventually left him because she realized that even though she loved him, she could not stand to be with someone who ultimately was unable to view all her people(mortals) as equals. 

He was in love with a philosopher. The man had such a different view on the world that he took N’kari’s demonhood in stride. The arch-tempter has never met a mortal who had such an alien view on everything and they would discuss any topic deep into the each night. However, as the man grew old, N’kari wanted to prolong his life magically, or ascend him to demonhood. And his lover refused, and wished to have a natural death and go with Mor. 

The only one of N’kari’s mortal lovers who ascended to demonhood is also the reason she will never try to ascend a mortal lover again. The Bretonian poet was not a Slaanesh worshipper, but had agreed to accept demonhood to be with her. The arch-tempter helped him climb the ranks and begged Slaanesh to grant him demonhood. The dark prince granted the request from his favorite child. But as demonhood warps the man’s soul, she found this new being to be completely different than the man she fell for. She tried to love him as he is now, but could not. Feeling betrayed and abandoned by her, the demon prince schemed against her. In the end N’kari slew him, the only lover she had to kill. 

In their early days, N’kari was courted by a Lord of Change. They fell deeply in love, as they found like-minded equals within each other. However, the Tzeentchian was extremely paranoid and would go into mental breakdowns where he was convinced that everyone was scheming against him, including N’kari. It soon grew to be unbearable, as the bird demon would lash out at them and apologize after each time. Ironically, the Lord of change did not wish to change his behavior because he believed it was necessary for his survival as a Tzeentchian. 

A kislev ice witch had ‘saved’ N’kari’s mortal vessel from a Khornate bloodletter. The keeper hid her identity by pretending she was a traveling bard and a Slaanesh worshipper.  N’kari lived the rest of that life with her as a mortal, and never did reveal to her that she had been a demon. 

*btw N’kari views each of these relationships as important and isn’t trying to ‘find an eternal soulmate.’ Should he succeed in actually dating Skarbrand, he’s sure that relationship would end one day too, and he will fall in love again after.  

[natalie-a-grace]

Last week's game of One Page Rules age of fantasy, mummified undead against the chivalrous kingdoms. A great feeling playing on a table of terrain I painted, with 2 (work in progress) armies I own