#Ioudas of Zebu
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I swear I'm not dead I'm just busy and have been working on serious lost Primarch OCs in the few times that I'm not busy
Light blue(Celephaïs) is the 11th and red(Ioúdas of Zebu) is the 2nd
More on my boys when I can finally finish art again, see here for their draft designs
#warhammer 40k#wh40k#my art#shitpost#primarch#lost primarchs#my ocs#roboute guilliman#lion el'jonson#leman russ#Not tagging other primarchs because it's a low effort shitpost#Celephais (40k)#Ioudas of Zebu
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The boys (rough coloured sketches)
Ioúdas of Zebu, Primarch of the IInd Legion- August Voyage (left). Armour embellishments are based on Devil's Tooth mushrooms and muscle on bone.
Celephaïs, Primarch of the XIth Legion- Deepwater Sentinels (right). He himself is based on jellyfish but his armour and robe colouration is based on countershading in certain marine animals.
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Height obligatory heights and the difference between them, Celephaïs is the taller one.
Notes on them both + their legions
August Voyage
Deepwater Sentinels
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IInd Legion - The August Voyage
Primarch: Ioúdas of Zebu
Named after Judas Thaddeus, not Judas Iscariot.
Not a psyker.
Weapons were a pair of javelins called the Twin Heralds of the Interstice and a power lance called Soothsayer's Illuminator.
Home planet of Zebu (as in Beelzebub but the cow is fitting) was a living organism and subsequently exterminatus'd after.
Highly contemplative Primarch but often doubted himself, he was known for being eerily perceptive and having a strong intuition but typically ended up with his thoughts spiraling into the worst case scenario.
Quite down to earth when it came to talking to his Astartes, he thought of them more as brothers than sons and often spent his downtime during travel hosting discussion circles with them.
Kind of underwhelming compared to the other Primarchs but was within Magnus' friend circle (minus Lorgar). Admired Guilliman but rarely got the chance to speak to him.
Suspicious of Horus because of a conversation about plans for the end of the Great Crusade, he never got the feeling that Horus actually wanted it end because of a noncommittal answer.
Wasn't intended to have a severe gene flaw, it was being on Zebu that condemned him via a genetic marker being planted into his DNA and slowly unravelling it over time.
His execution was more of a suicide and being forgotten was forgiveness for a crime he didn't commit.
His death took out his entire legion with him via the psychic link created by the genetic marker of Zebu, he essentially assimilated the consciousness of every Astartes to make sure that they didn't become biomass that could be possessed by the remaining traces of Zebu's consciousness in the middle of the Rangdan Xenocides
(Uncertain) Maybe comes back in the 40k era via respawning in the warp Lucius-style for no discernible reason.
The August Voyage "Between life and death, blood and bone;The heavenly bodies and the unyielding eternity-Our only purpose is to go forth.We pursue and we persist, naught to regret-Ever forwards, never back."
Colours were ivory, black, and tarnished gold. When outside of armour, they wore white and red robes as well as jewelry made of bones from Zebu.
Legion Flagship was the Anabasis.
Last First Captain was Lahmis, (named after Lahmi, brother of Goliath) a psyker.
A legion similar in purpose to the White Scars, typically being deployed to the opposite side of the galaxy's fringe regions and occasionally venturing into deep space.
Exclusively recruited people with traceable Zebuai lineage. Existing Astartes from before Zebu was discovered underwent gene therapy to receive some Zebuai traits including the genetic marker.
They were primarily scouts and mappers with a minimal combat experience compared to the White Scars. The legion's ships were built mostly for long, silent travel at the cost of combat capabilities, so in the situations where they came across a significant threat, they were expected to flee and mark off the sector as hostile for later attacks.
Their default gene trait was meant to be incredible adaptability, but the genetic marker of Zebu led to this trait's potency being diminished and caused pain whenever the natural mutations were switched on and off.
Legion had a collective conscious rather than employing vox comms.
The marker also caused a thin film of acidic fluid to secrete from their pores at all times rather than sweat, and this fluid exclusively consumed biological material.
The Primarch himself didn't secrete the fluid so before long battle campaigns or whenever the legion was to travel to or from Terra, tradition dictated that everyone would scrape the film off of themselves to dump into a vat and the Primarch to smear it onto himself as a sign of humility and equality.
Everyone had to wear synthetic fibres because of the film.
In order to protect their hair they typically used clay or shaved their heads outright. A substitute paste made of corpse starch, resin, and water that hardened into a shell the film couldn't chew through was used when clay wasn't on hand.
They knew of their fate, the legion consciousness assimilation was voluntary.
Other posts of the fan legions and Primarchs:
Deepwater Sentinels
Primarch art
Shitpost
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What did your Primarch OCs do to get purged and if I may ask a follow up question, which (if any) of their brothers was sent to do it?
All the best -Morgan.
Est-ce que je rêve?
An OC ask???
I'm just assuming that Primarch OCs as a category also includes the shitpost Crayon Eaters one, so Tipirius is here as the only non-serious purge.
Ioúdas(2nd)
So under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have needed to be purged because he ultimately was loyal to the Imperium. It was entirely down to a single artificially induced gene flaw that was causing his legion and himself to exhibit DNA unravelling during the Rangdan Xenocides, and he was paranoid that this was the remnant will of Zebu (his home planet, a living world) trying to come back into existence by utilizing their biomass.
Initially he and his legion were going to be executed the traditional way by Leman (+ SWs) and their spirits separated from the will of Zebu posthumously by Magnus, but he begged the Emperor to let him be the only one who actually faced the executioner's blade since he didn't want to them to witness their own slow slaughter via Space Wolves. In the end, the brothers who were present for his execution via Leman are the suggested canonical witnesses. Magnus too purely because I imagined that he would've thought it undignified for one of his brother-friends to die without a friend present.
Would Magnus have known he was going to be the second executioner? Probably not.
Celephaïs(11th)
He fucked around with genes and found out. Again, under normal circumstances, he probably could've gotten away with the genetic experiments on his own legion, but the mutations were discovered by another legion's apothecaries in the aftermath of a skirmish during the Xenocides and the brother (Lion?) who those apothecaries belonged to probably did the report. Said brother likely thought that it was just a random mutation and didn't expect an actual execution to come out of it.
As per usual, it came to Leman to do the actual execution and Space Wolves to do the purge. The Lion probably sent some members of his own legion as well just out of disgust that a "loyal" brother dared to defile the Emperor's will and genecraft.
Tipirius(shitpost 2nd)
His planet stopped making Dandelion Yellow crayons and Big E got mad because that was his second favourite flavour of crayon.
Executed personally by Big E and his legion purged by the Custodes because no one had to know that Big E ate crayons.
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Should I be finishing what I was supposed to work on this weekend? Maybe Do I want to? Nah
It's time for lost primarch posting - Ioúdas' life on Zebu (sequel with his life right after being found by the Emperor coming eventually)
You can tell when exactly I was fighting with my brain to make it one consistent writing style
Minor note on time:
Due to the nature of warp fuckery and Corvus being 10 when he was discovered by the Emperor, I'm operating under the assumption that not only were the Primarchs stuck in the warp for different amounts of time, they were also chucked out of it at various different points in time but still within a timespan of, say, 200 years to 10 years before their discovery date. I also generally like the idea of Ioúdas being the chronologically "oldest" sibling, so I'm rolling with him landing on Zebu about 170 years before being found since it's funnier to imagine the Emperor trying to parent someone who is already a whole ass adult despite being the third to be found.
Humans on Zebu never had a proper civilization by virtue of the planet being a planet-sized xenos trying to digest them and all other foreign material on its surface. Social groups were typically divided into nomadic tribes that would reconvene at small outposts set up by the few people who still remembered the means of reproducing technology that was resistant to the digestive film that covered the landscape, but actual cities or towns didn't exist. At most you'd see maybe a temporary market for trading basic goods or the belongings of the deceased.
Ioúdas' gestation pod landed by one of those outposts, the pod ending up scrapped for components and himself becoming a working hand and apprentice for the engineers for some 20-odd years. Was he a prodigy in smithing and tinkering like, say Perturabo? Nope. Just baseline competent and attentive (by primarch standards) which was good enough for the people there.
He then spent just under a century being passed around different tribes as a mercenary to understand the exact state of the world and human life on it, biding his time by listening to tales from elders within the tribes and recollections of the lives and deaths of deceased members. This left combat and night watches as the only times for him to contemplate. It was rare to encounter anything that could genuinely threaten his life past particularly large tendrils or digestive pools of the planet itself, so he used only sight and base instincts for those duties while higher thought and his remaining senses were turned inwards to his own mind.
Considering he was devoid of an actual childhood and was basically adultified by the people of the outpost, this meditation of sorts was his only way to build a sense of personhood and determine what his ideals were based on what little understanding he had from living experience and information encoded in his genes - except even through those many years of traveling about, he still felt nothing.
He knew by observation what emotions were, of course.
The signs of them, how they sounded in a person's voice, how one's hands may quiver or ball into fists or how one's back may bend with the weight of their past. He knew what humanity was even on a world where society was fractured by the rivers of a world's blood; how their hearts hammered in their chests until their deaths and the scent of their emotions. These concepts were easily comprehended, as such things were trivial to the mind of a Primarch, but he did not feel them intimately. He did not feel human nor did he feel superior to them - moreso a nebulous consciousness in the great sea of Zebu - a spectator attempting to play the role of defender.
Of course, he cared for people to some degree as both an ingrained instinct of duty and general sentiment that is it better to have a community than fend for yourself, but those were still poor excuses for an inability to be among them. They were as nice as they could be in a world that wanted them dead, but he was unable to reciprocate - and so he left, disappearing in the dim light of early morning with only a single nod to the remaining night watch of a now-forgotten tribe, and traveled alone into the uncharted paths of Zebu to reevaluate his life up to that point.
So his solitary era.
It didn't last very long - it was like a grand total of about seven years
He stumbled into a crater with the partially-dissolved ruins of a DAoT ship and a workshop built on stilts beside it. More ruined mechanisms were scattered around the crater along with one embedded into the peak of a flesh hill. Out of curiosity he knocked on the door of the workshop and that there marked the end of his solitary era.
Up until the point he was discovered by the Emperor, he was living with the workshop's owner - an engineer and Perpetual from the second generation of voyagers that crash landed on Zebu who went by the name of Anath.
She was his only source of socialization from the point he started living with her and onward, but that era was the first time he actually felt comfortable in the presence of someone. She was a brilliant mind unconcerned with the world's view of her - a perfect counter to his own mind with thoughts but no sentiments save for self-doubt. She didn't care how he acted nor held him to some unspoken standard, instead whiling away time simply talking to him or tinkering with some components while he studied her schematics and read through old databases.
With how she lived alone prior to his appearance, they were each other's lifeline to being human (ish). She was the voice to fill the long nights and he was the ear that listened; she was the hand that crafted his weapons and he was the arms that caught her body when a prototype ship failed in midair. Friends, colleagues, tradesman and assistant - anything other than lovers was what they referred to each other as even if the few passers-by mistook them for otherwise.
Imagine the Emperor's surprise when he passed by the world, ready to exterminatus it for being an abomination of evolution, only to find the second Primarch who was:
A- Actually alive on there and reporting the existence of humans in other parts of the world.
B- Relatively well adjusted but for some reason not ruling over the world (and not having a significant reputation on it either) despite being well over a century old.
and C- Friends with a Perpetual of all things.
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Oh I'm glad my ask brightened your day! This sounds like fascinating stuff! I'll no doubt be perusing your blog to learn more about these guys.
The Lost Primarchs are such a fun space to explore. I was especially tantalised by that scene in Unremembered Empire where Gulliman's table has the places set for them. He still believed they had their place, even after they did what they did to earn their erasure.
What did your Primarch OCs do to get purged and if I may ask a follow up question, which (if any) of their brothers was sent to do it?
All the best -Morgan.
Est-ce que je rêve?
An OC ask???
I'm just assuming that Primarch OCs as a category also includes the shitpost Crayon Eaters one, so Tipirius is here as the only non-serious purge.
Ioúdas(2nd)
So under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have needed to be purged because he ultimately was loyal to the Imperium. It was entirely down to a single artificially induced gene flaw that was causing his legion and himself to exhibit DNA unravelling during the Rangdan Xenocides, and he was paranoid that this was the remnant will of Zebu (his home planet, a living world) trying to come back into existence by utilizing their biomass.
Initially he and his legion were going to be executed the traditional way by Leman (+ SWs) and their spirits separated from the will of Zebu posthumously by Magnus, but he begged the Emperor to let him be the only one who actually faced the executioner's blade since he didn't want to them to witness their own slow slaughter via Space Wolves. In the end, the brothers who were present for his execution via Leman are the suggested canonical witnesses. Magnus too purely because I imagined that he would've thought it undignified for one of his brother-friends to die without a friend present.
Would Magnus have known he was going to be the second executioner? Probably not.
Celephaïs(11th)
He fucked around with genes and found out. Again, under normal circumstances, he probably could've gotten away with the genetic experiments on his own legion, but the mutations were discovered by another legion's apothecaries in the aftermath of a skirmish during the Xenocides and the brother (Lion?) who those apothecaries belonged to probably did the report. Said brother likely thought that it was just a random mutation and didn't expect an actual execution to come out of it.
As per usual, it came to Leman to do the actual execution and Space Wolves to do the purge. The Lion probably sent some members of his own legion as well just out of disgust that a "loyal" brother dared to defile the Emperor's will and genecraft.
Tipirius(shitpost 2nd)
His planet stopped making Dandelion Yellow crayons and Big E got mad because that was his second favourite flavour of crayon.
Executed personally by Big E and his legion purged by the Custodes because no one had to know that Big E ate crayons.
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