#Prayer to the Sanguinius

[emperor-church]

О, святой Великий Ангел, моли за нас Императора, даруй мудрость и рассуждение, чтобы отличать добро от зла, чтобы молитвой Императору сокрушать все помыслы диавольские. По Твоему ходатайству да стяжаем ум чистый, ясный, молитвенный, сердце доброе и волю, к Императору обращенную. Oh, holy Great Angel, pray to the Emperor for us, grant wisdom and reasoning to distinguish good from evil, so that by prayer to the Emperor you can crush all the thoughts of the devil. At Your intercession, may we acquire a pure, clear, prayerful mind, a kind heart and a will turned to the Emperor. (Художника найти не удалось)

[meangreennunseen]

Sanguinius hits me as that one overly positive man. He will always try to see positivity in everything, no matter how dire the situation is.

Because if that man gave in to negative thoughts, Dark Rage would set in and he would absolutely go on bloody murder campaign, making Curze's massacres look as child's play...

[moociaoafterdark]

The last post was a rhetorical question, but, glad you guys want to hear me out!

Anyway, the Imperial Palace is haunted. "Haunted".

Surely, there are no such things as ghosts, right?

Except, when the Raven Guard Astartes began to report things disappearing when you don't look at them and also seeing pale ghostly figure stalking the hallways, people began to tense up, even though some just brushed it off as them confusing a ghost for one of their own. When the Custodes began to back up the Raven Guard's claims, the Primarchs got involved.

So, the main ghost hunting squad consists of Horus, Sanguinius, Corvus and Alpharius (and Omegon, but, shh). If we assign them the "Mystery Gang" roles, then Horus is Fred, Sanguinius is Daphne, Corvus is Velma and Alpharius is either Shaggy and Omegon is Scooby, or it's the other way around. No one notices the changes anyway.

A lot of their methods include things like a ouija board (from which they learned many interesting things about the ghost, particularly how many pickles it can shove up its ass), asking the ghost questions in the dark room, taunting the ghost (and screaming like little girls when the ghost retaliates), using a radio to try to communicate with it... That kind of stuff. A lot of the times, Corvus tries to negotiate with the ghost by offering Horus a sacrifice, much to Sanguinius' annoyance. Surprisingly, Horus doesn't really mind becoming a sacrifice (he thinks he can fight the ghost off) (he can't do shit). Alpharius and Omegon are both amused, however they initially didn't take the hauntings seriously. As time went on, though, they slowly started to plan their way out of the group.

The gang then turned to Lorgar for help. Their research led them to find out that numerous religions, in the past, had ways to ward off ghosts. Perhaps Lorgar can do something? Lorgar decided that a religious sacrifice could potentially pacify the paranormal ("No, Corvus, we are not sacrificing Horus"). He ordered Alpharius and Omegon to find and bring a small animal that they could sacrifice, while Lorgar prepared the salt, the candles and the prayers. Alpharius brought a little white rabbit from the Palace's kitchen. Sanguinius was sad to see such cutie get sacrificed, he made sure to give that rabbit some pats before the ritual. When the right time came, the Primarchs, all 6 of them now, stood in the circle made out of salt, in the room that was pitch black safe for some lit candles. Lorgar read the prayers and tried to stab the rabbit in order to kill it. The dagger, instead, bent to the side, as if the animal was made out of steel. The white rabbit then became possessed and jumped onto Alpharius, trying to bite through his helmet... And almost succeeding, had Sanguinius not grabbed and tossed the vermin out from the circle. Despite being tossed by a Primarch with full force, the rabbit didn't even break a sweat, instead preparing to pounce on its next victim. Thankfully it was put down by Horus and a couple of shots from his bolter pistol that he thankfully brought with himself. The killer rabbit was dead and Lorgar felt despair. Why didn't his faith in their father stop the malicious presence? He will make that ghost pay! Feeling wronged, he joins the ghost hunting squad and helps keep the group together and to coordinate the rituals.

Magnus thinks he can crack the case himself. He gets the photo evidence of paranormal activity, however, his recording skills are subpar. The photos and videos are blurry as fuck, as if Magnus covered the lense with a thick coat of vaseline beforehand. No one believes him or takes his evidence as, well, actual evidence... Except Jaghatai. His bike has been acting weird lately. Sometimes it turns on all by itself, drives itself for a good distance, sometimes it refuses to turn on, or strange things pop out on the display. Something is messing with his bike and the Great Khan is REALLY pissed at this. And, so far, he only trusts Magnus with this, so, they become a ghost hunting duo. Through the series of unfortunate events, the two have to race away from the pissed off ghost, with Magnus clinging onto Jagh and yelling "DRIVE FASTER, I'M SCARED".

The ghost also visited the Night Haunter himself. When Konrad realized he had an intruder he looked at the ghost, who decided to appear to him as a demonic looking old woman, taller than Konrad himself. Their eyes locked together and Konrad just... smiled, his rotting teeth revealed by a wide grin. He and the Night Lords were never bothered by the ghost again after that.

When news reached Roboute of what was happening in the Imperial Palace, he just made a shocked face and went "Oh no... Anyway!" and then went back to drinking the finest of wines you could find on Ultramar, while basking under Macragge's sun. Jackass.

Ferrus and Rogal were both working on the project together and didn't even notice the ghost. At some point, the ghost became a third participant: holding a hammer or shinning a light where it was needed. When Ferrus and Rogal realized what was happening, they just... Went back to work and continued to exploit the ghost. They would never say no to free labour.

[thethronezone]

Primarchs holding their child for the first time

At first, Mortarion's hold on them is awkward, his body tense and brows furrowed like he's holding a bomb instead of an infant. But ever so slowly, he relaxes. His expression eases up into one of quiet contemplation and slight wonder. He suddenly feels younger. Not as broken. Like a tiny piece of himself that he thought died long ago have returned.

Fulgrim fusses over the baby in his arms, inspecting them with the eyes of an art critic. And he can't look away. Splendid. Spectacular. Perfect. Fulgrim calls them his greatest creation, his masterpiece. He coos to them, promises of grandeur and greatness. Oh, he's got such plans! So much to teach them, to show them, he can't wait!

Weeks pass before Angron decides to hold his child for the first time. Most people assume that he doesn't want to be a father, that he doesn't care about his child. They are wrong. The truth is, Angron is afraid that the nails will drive him to hurt them. He holds them only briefly, just for a short moment, but he treasures that moment of peace, sears it into his memory like he'll die without it.

Magnus knew his child before they were born. The moment their little soul formed, the moment they developed brain capacity, he formed a mental link with them. For curiosity? Yes. But also because he could not wait to meet them. Now that he has them in his arms, it feels like he's meeting an old friend, someone he's known for a long, long time.

Perturabo stares at the child sleeping in his arms. He had refused to hold them directly after birth, seeing no point in it. But now he's holding them and for once, Perturabo doesn't know what to do. They are small, they are fragile, they are weak and most of all, they are USELESS. Yet he can't bring himself to hate them for it, no matter how much he wants to.

Alpharius is the first to hold one to hold the baby. He smiles down at them, already proud of them despite the fact that all they have done so far is be born. Omegon gets to hold them later, when Alpharius returns with the child back home. Omegon practically snatches the child from his brother's arms, impatient and unwilling to wait any longer.

Lorgar holds the baby high up in the air, above his head, like he's showing them off to the stars themselves. Actually, he's probably doing just that. His child is his blessing, his life work. Lorgar needs the world to see them and feel what he feels. He then holds them close, forehead pressed against them as he mutters soft prayers. There are tears in his eyes, with a few rolling down his face.

There are not enough words to describe the amount of warmth and love in Horus' smile as he gazes down upon the baby in his arms. This is his treasure, his legacy and heir but most importantly, the child he's always wanted. Horus promises them the world and more. He refuses to put them down or for anyone else to hold them for a good while.

It takes a while for Konrad to hold his child for the first time. He's so scared that he will hurt them, that his thirst for violence and terror will get the better of him. But once he gathers the courage, once he holds them in his arms, he doesn't want to ever let go. He cradles his child in his arms and promises to never hurt them, that he would rather die than let that happen. And he means it.

Sanguinius folds his wings around him and his baby, shielding both himself and his baby from view as he holds them close. He can't stop staring at them, eyes wet with unshed tears and a soft smile on his face as he whispers them promises for the future and proclamations of love and assurances. You are enough, you are strong, you are loved, you are perfect the way you are.

Corvus sits in silence, a sleeping infant in his arms. He can't help but stare, as if they will suddenly disappear if he looks away for even a second. It feels unreal, finally holding them after waiting for so long. He gently swipes a thumb across the side of their face. Corvus slowly curls up around them, as if to shield them from the world he knows won't wait to tear them down.

When Ferrus prepared for the arrival of the baby, he thought he had it all under control. But now, holding them in his arms for the first time, he's suddenly so aware of how lost he is. This is a real person. Not just a concept. And he's all they've got. They are his responsibility and his every action, every word, every lessons he teaches, will have consequences. They depend on him. And Ferrus fears that he won't ever be enough.

Rogal has never been the best at expressing his emotions. He's stoic, disciplined. Even now, with his newborn child in his arms, the corners of his mouth does little more than twitch. But his eyes? There's no denying the love and pride in them. Dorn rocks the child in his arms as he tells them that he will protect them, now and forever.

Oh, Vulkan just can't stop smiling. Cradles the baby in his arms with such tenderness, almost as if they are made from glass. Vulkan tells them he loves them, that they are his heart now. He means every word of it and he's never going to let his child forget how much he loves them. For the rest of their life, Vulkan's child will never go a single day doubting the fact that they are loved.

Lion thinks it isn't fair the way the infant doesn't even know how wrapped around their little finger he already is. He would kill for them. He would die for them. He knows this for sure, can feel the truth of that statement in his very bones. Is this what all parents feel as they gaze upon their progeny for the first time? Did the Emperor once feel this way when he gazed upon them? So many questions yet for once, Lion does not mind not knowing all the answers.

Pacing around the room with a newborn in his arms, Leman won't stop talking to them. His pup, his fierce little warrior, his proud and joy. His voice is warm and energetic, but not loud like how it usually is. It rumbles softly, soft for small ears. He bounces them in his arms as he walks, eyes sparkling and teeth bared in a genuine smile, as adoring as it is wild.

It's with eager arms that Jaghatai picks up his child. He's waited for them, waited for this very moment where he gets to meet them and hold them for the first time. Already, he knows that his child is strong, knows that they will grow up and achieve greatness. He heard it in the way they wailed upon being born, can see it in the way they flail their limbs around. Jaghatai is already so proud of them.

Roboute doesn't speak as he holds his child, the wheels in his mind spinning and churning as he gazes down upon them. Suddenly, there's so much to do. He thought himself prepared but he now realizes that those preparations were nowhere near enough. How could it ever be enough? He needs to create a bright future for them, create a safe galaxy for them to grow up in and explore. A safer world in the palm of their hands.

[wolf-tail]

Since I'm far more comfortable being weird on 40k tumblr than I used to be, I'm gonna say some unhinged things.

Now that you've all been thoroughly warned, I'm thinking about which Primarchs would be the best or worst to deal with if they got pregnant:

Lion-You do not know he is pregnant. He would preffer it that way. He seems crankier, meaner, more reclusive, amd just a bit rounder, but you don't know about it until he winces and slinks off during a meeting, then returns a few hours later with babby in tow. No one is allowed to touch or even look at babby for at least a week.

Guilliman-He's doing pretty ok, but very anxious. Lots of body aches, but you have a hell of a time trying to convince him to ease off the work and rest. You often find him fast asleep on top of his desk. Constantly craving olives. Overall not too bad.

Horus-VERY proud papa-to-be. Constantly showing off his big ol belly and bragging about how knocked up he is. He has a canonical breeding kink, he's wearing every embarrassing maternity t-shirt he can find. Mortifying ordeal, but could be way worse.

Konrad-OH GOD, whoever impregnated this man, answer for your fucking crimes. Anyone who so much as breathes too loud in his vicinity is a skinless splatter on the pavement. Mercifully, he doesn't seem to want to leave his room. Just avoid him as much as possible and you might survive.

Sanguinius-Glowing, positively GLOWING! He's vibrant, elegant, happy, the type of thing people tell you being pregnant is like to try and convince you to have kids. Happy to let anyone rub his tummy. (Would he even give live birth or just lay an egg?) He's eepy, so very sleeby eepy. He just wants to nap. That just serves to make it cuter. The only issue is that in the later weeks he starts going broody. That will not be a fun time.

Fulgrim- Also an idealistic glowing beauty, but probably is a struggling a lot more than he lets on. You just know he's nauseous as hell and his feet hurt like a bitch. Give him a foot rub , he deserves it. Has a bunch of super long baby names picked out, Definitely rearranged the nursery seventeen times at least because it's "not good enough". And the second fact that thing comes out the womb it's dripped tf out. Little fuck is leaving the hospital in a Dior onesie. Fulgrim insists on doing his makeup before leaving the maternity ward, because he refuses to look as worn out as he is. Let this poor man REST.

Ferrus-Oof. I don't know much about him, but he strikes me as the type to have body image issues. Baby has a normal ass name like "John" or smth. When it's born he's scared to hold it with his metal hands, but bub doesn't care, falls right asleep in them.

Perturabo-ABORTION. He has no time for kids. But in the chance he does keep it, he's even more cranky and insufferable than ever. Yells at his own belly bc MiniPerty is kicking him while he's trying to work. Sending u prayers🙏

Dorn-Hmmm, idkkkk. I have not read enough about him. Dorn fans answer this one for me. But from what I do know he'd have a hard time describing as his complicated emotions about it. Would swaddle the Dornling in his grandpa's blanket.

Angron-OH FUCCKKKKKKK. You thought Konrad was bad!? The sad part is, all of the parts of him that want and love the baby are being punished for it by the nails. But can you fucking imagine a pregnant hormonal Angron!? The galaxy shakes in fear. The second sperm met egg, Khorne shifted uncomforably upon the Skull Throne.

Magnus-He's having a great time! Studying every parenting book he can find (TAKE NOTES EMPS!), getting cool belly tattoos, doing mysterious pregnancy rituals, psychically communicating with MiniMagnus once they're developed enough. Has a BIG belly, sometimes hard to maneuver. Probably twins. Sons always happy to give it a lil rub when he walks last. Often found lounging in his tower, lazily talking to bubby while reading, go ahead and give him a back massage.

Mortarion- As much as I think he'd look cute with a baby, I don't think he was ever at any point in his life healthy enough to carry one to term. Isha, fix his uterus, he needs to be a daddy immediately. If he was miraculously to get preggers, he'd definitely be cranky, but not overwhelmingly so. He'd love the kid, but occasionally pat his tummy and gently admonish it for being such a little nuisance.

Corax- Drawing a total blank here. Raven guardies tell me plz. But he might go broody too, goes with the bird theming.

The Khan- Continues riding his bike until he's physically too big to do so. You can't even try to stop him. Little Jag is travelling at Mach Fuck You every day. Labor is 5 seconds long, and as soon as the kid's delivered he's strapping it to his chest and getting right back in the saddle.

Vulkan-Biggest cuddlebug EVER!!! Joyous and glowing, always up for a belly rub. You just know his ass is 8 months pregnant and still in the forge, working on little practice weapons for his lil Salamander. His water will probaby break and he'll beg you to let him quench a sword in his own amniotic fluid (don't, that's gross) Prone to hot flashes, get him a nice cold drink plz.

Lorgar-A baby is joyous blessing! He's insanely happy about it, going on about how his body was "chosen to bring forth a wondrous being". Touching the tum is a religious experience. Gets a new tattoo to celebrate, if he can find the room.

Alpharius/Omegon: You either have no idea which one's pregnant, or they all somehow get pregnant at once. Twins are a guarantee either way.

[moodymisty]

So I had these sitting around for a bit and didn't have any use for them, so i just decided to clean it a bit and then post it. So here, two snippets of a nailsremoved!AU to be balm on the wound of the inevitable tragedy that is Angron. Apologies about any incohesiveness due to it's rough nature. I'm trying to get more confidence in my own writing and posting more of the ideas that I don't spend 80 years on.

Relationships: Angron/Fem!Reader (an AU of my 'stolen historitor' saga)

Warnings: None really apart from typical 40k talk and Angron's general existence

Snippet 1

The only word you can use to possibly describe it, is euphoric.

Never in a million years, in all of your hopes and prayers and desperate pleas, did you ever think it would even be possible. Even he hadn't; Though as with much of his life, he'd accepted his inevitable fate with the same despondent anger as with much else.

You shouldn't be awake, but you can't help but watch him for a moment.

Angron sleeps sitting. Perhaps its a remnant of his time in the gladiator pits. That would make the most logical sense to you, watching as his chin presses against his collarbone. He has one leg bent and one straight out, his left elbow resting on the bent one. He's prepared to fight, even in his sleep. Even his chainaxes are still within reach. You know if you even shifted towards them, they'd be in his hands within the blink of an eye.

But it's still odd to you, not seeing them. The nails were such a poignant, overt part of Angron's silhouette, that their removal has been an adjustment. It feels like a part of him is missing; In an odd sort of way.

You accidentally shift, and he opens his eyes. You smile at him.

He grunts. You snuffle closer to him and lay against his side, content to stay there for the time being. He doesn't remove you, so you assume it's fine.

You’re happy, but it’s bittersweet.

You know that while Angron no longer feels the full punishment of the nails against every other emotion but rage, that portions of the nails that couldn’t be removed; The pieces that replaced parts of his brain will always give him pain. To say that he is cured is laughable as like some sort of sick curse, he can have no relief in his life. A more accurate description would be that they neutered the Butcher’s Nails to give Angron some breathing room.

"Does it still hurt?"

You say softly, feeling his massive hand flop on your hip.

While there is no longer any nails for you to soothe, he does still feel as if your company gives him relief. Perhaps that's just another human emotion he's only just now been able to taste.

“No.”

You don’t know if he says it because it’s true, or he merely mistakes the neutering of pain as full relief it would make sense, given how long he’s lived with the nails; The pain becoming part of him and even its slight removal could feel like it was gone.

He could also just be lying. Though perhaps it would be more accurate to say refusing to show weakness. Someone like him won't simply admit that pain is affecting him. He'll never show his stomach to anyone, now matter how close you may be to him.

He stares at you. Hard. It’s always impossible to tell what he’s thinking until he inevitably says it.

“You worry too much.”

Your lips purse, and Angron grips your face not too hard, but hard enough to make your cheeks empty of air.

"I'm not the only one. I'm just the only one who admits it." The gladiator makes a disgruntled, irritated face and looks away.

Snippet 2

What an odd moment in time, Sanguinius thinks.

To imagine that out of all of his brothers, the one hailing from Nuceria would be the one to change so drastically. And to think they'd almost thought him lost.

Such is the nature of life, he guesses. For things to change so quickly. Even in their long lives it doesn't seem to slow down in the slightest.

Sanguinius looks across the massive room, watching the World Eater's Primarch interact with the only human he's given time of day. A question must've been asked, as they look up to him with a curiosity and Angron glances down to give an amused scoff.

It's barely there, but he sees it. It's just barely noticeable in the slightly softened look in his eyes. But the angel is keen, and catches it. He speaks up to either of the men in his presence, to neither in particular.

"I've never seen that man crack even the smallest smile. And it's been, what, three hundred years?"

Sanguinius' wings are fluffed, comfortable in the presence of two of his closest brothers. They've even seen Konrad smile; Though context proves to be a valuable marker in regards to him in particular. Magnus crosses his arms and looks towards Horus, not having heard him when the two of them exchanged an amused chuckle at Sanguinus' observation. Odd, for the Warmaster. Normally whenever he's in the Angel's company on Terra, it's hard to keep a laugh off of his lips.

"Have you, brother?"

Horus looks towards his brothers with a soft, charming smirk, one that fades ever so slightly as he looks to Angron. He thinks back, trying to remember a moment where the man hailing from Nuceria had ever shown anything but rage boiling just beneath the surface.

He lets out a soft chuckle when he comes up completely empty, and shakes his head.

"No, I don't think I have."

With all three in agreement Sanguinus makes some sort of lighthearted jest to Magnus at Angron's expense, looking away from the Warmaster for a moment. He doesn't let his perfect veneer drop, as he sees the old gladiator speak words not audible to him at you.

Horus watches for a moment longer, and then walks away.

[kit-williams]

Barn Anon. Just this little one because I’m hungry and I smell food. Should I also hold off on sending any more for now?

Anytime you cook bacon in particular, it instantly becomes food thievery O��clock for Gabriel. Other food tend to take longer to rouse the deceptively adorable food thief. You had tried using a squirt bottle to deter him but unsurprisingly getting his shirt drenched has no effect on the massive Blood Angel.

Using pepper spray is much more effective according to some of the other Blood Angels you’ve spoken to. But can you really bring yourself to pepper spray your very oversized golden retriever of a Space Marine? You’re currently using whatever you have on hand to simply smack his hands away. Of course you know that he’s more than capable of dodging every smack. You get the feeling that every hit you land is more like an older sibling throwing a game to let their younger sibling win.

Well, nothing to be helped there. You look at your freshly made omelet and look over at Gabriel’s own omelet that’s buried under a layer of bacon.

“It must be nice taking all the bacon huh Gaby?”

Gabriel could survive off the nutrient paste that they could make easily back at base and the donated blood too... but somehow food that his bonded made tasted so much better! He cared little for food in all honesty it was just calories and nutrients only when it called to rub shoulders with elite would he allow himself to taste but it wasn't needed.

Food here popped and tasted. His favorite was beef... happy cow blood also was another thing that the chapter would use to help stave off the red thirst was animal blood but they were picky about it. Gabriel liked happy cows... distressed cows he could taste in the meat and the blood.

Gabriel looked at you as your arms were folded... and he gave back half of the bacon. It felt odd with their not being an overabundance of food it caused the chapters having to rely on making food synthesizers and paste makers or whatever else the techmarines and forge masters knew how to make. Self reliance was not something that they were strangers of.

He smiled as you smiled back and cooed your own thanks to him before digging into your breakfast. He did his small prayer to the Emperor and to Sanguinius thanking them for another day of life and well a small addition to him having his bonded.

Tag list sorry i forgot again: @egrets-not-regrets @liar-anubiass-blog @barn-anon @bleedingichorhearts

[wolffyluna]

Lost and the Damned cover art by Neill Roberts // Sanguinius by Alex Cristi // We Know The Devil by Worst Girls Games // 'did I write myself as gentle instead of hungry' by grendelmenz // Saint Michael the Archangel prayer // Genesis 4:10 // 'The Vampire Reminisces' by Dante Émile // 'Where it Begins' by Erica Jong // catherynne m. valente // Blood Angels Codex 3rd Edition

Sanguinius + everyone idealising you while you know inside you are tainted.

(Inspired by @irrealisms and @regicidal-optimism <3)

[definitelynotalpharius]

Wings of Heralds:

"We ride for the Imperium, bolter and blade. We ride for The Emeror and Sanguinius. We ride for the people, their martyrs and saints. We ride for the blood and we ride out to meet death. If the blood will it, death is not where our service ends. Morte per Sanguine." - Prayer of the Wings of Heralds

A few photos of the outriders I managed to finish up after my last exam and before the announcement of yet another. Haven't yet had the chance to look at the new index, but a quick moving scout unit is almost always useful, I'd think.

[galgannet]

Это было долго и сложно, но все же удалось закончить.  Асторат заслуживает внимания. 

[nemossubmarine]

Warhammer 40k: Wrath & Glory RP #47

Izarak wakes up in a dream. He knows it’s a dream, but he worries how long he has been there; maybe he fell into a coma or something? He gets up. He is still where he fell asleep at, but it’s fall. The leaves on the trees in the forest have fallen, and the grass on the ground has turned orange. There appears to be no one around, but the bells in the castle are ringing; joyous like wedding bells.

Izarak starts heading for the castle. He notices a large man standing at the castle’s entrance, and as he approaches, he realizes that the man is Sanguinius. Chazaqiel had appeared to him in the form of the Primarch of the Blood Angels, but he had never been able to disguise his green eyes. This man’s eyes are soft honey-brown, so Izarak approaches the winged man with no fear. Sanguinius greets him and says he is not surprised to see him here. Izarak asks if he is needed here, and Sanguinius says that he is tied to this place, because though Chazaqiel is not alive, he isn’t gone either and his influence still remains. He tells Izarak that the Countess is on the planet, here to rub it in Chazaqiel’s face that he got defeated, but she is afraid of the darkness lurking within.

Sanguinius asks Izarak whether his faith still remains. Izarak says he still has faith in people, but not in the institution. Sanguinius recommends keeping faith on the living (apparently the people’s faith on this planet in him has brought him here) as he personally would like to rest. Then Izarak wakes up.

Before that, Alice has tried slapping Izarak awake, but since it doesn’t seem to work, he contacts Larry and Coco to let them know that Izarak is down. Coco gasps and asks if Izarak had a heart attack again. Larry asks Alice to check his pulse and whether he still breathes, which she does with surprising expertise. She determines that Izarak is fine, there’s just no one home. Coco and Larry say they’ll come back.

At the forest, they can hear noises of beasts running away. Coco finds that the vial of Emperor’s Tears in her backpack is reacting to something. Fafnik, upon learning Coco got it from some kid hanging out with the Dark Angels (Fafnik also explains that the Astartes don’t actually have kids, not even adopted ones). Larry is convinced he heard the Countess’ voice coming from the direction where the trees fell down, but they decide to rejoin Alice and Izarak first.

Alice also notices the beasts fleeing the forest. At the same time, Izarak begins to stir, and something falls from the sky, onto Alice’s shoulder; a large white feather. Alice thanks the Emperor and some of his sons (apparently Alice plays favorites).

When the party (and Fafnik) are re-joined, Izarak explains how he met up with Sanguinius. Alice asks if he was hot, but Izarak says that’s not relevant. He says Sanguinius confirmed that the Countess is on the planet, and that the drukhari are afraid of the darkness in the forest. Larry asks Fafnik to go away for a bit, so he can tell the others that he isn’t so sure just because the drukhari don’t like a cave, means it’s good for them; in fact it’s quite worrying, as the drukhari sure like to explore caves, as far as Larry knows (wink, wink, nudge, nudge).

They ask Fafnik to come back, and decide to go check out the forest one last time before they call out the Blood Angels. They make their way back under the stealth drone (everyone except Coco, since she doesn’t fit in). They go check out the place where they heard trees falling down. Indeed, they find the spot, where the explosion had caved in part of the tunnel (with the bad vibes). There’s a tree fallen over that has had the mushrooms on it, and some kind of a force seems to be killing them. They hear eldar moving to the north of them, and they also can hear whispered prayers coming from the cave (except Larry, who hears the Countess once again, and is getting frustrated that no one seems to believe him). Izarak says that if there’s a chance that there’s people there, he needs to go check it out. Larry doesn’t believe there’s anyone there, but in the end they all decide to go check out the spooky tunnel, except Fafnik who stays behind to keep an eye out.

The tunnel is dark, and there are whispers of prayers. The party moves stealthily under the drone, lighting their way with Izarak’s candles. They spot a small figure in the distance, who doesn’t notice them and continues deeper into the tunnel. They follow, and come to a room, where the feeling turns serene. There is a water-damaged statue of Sanguinius with something chained to the back of it, as well as a pool of water, where a blue light is moving. But none of that matters for the moment, as they hear sounds of battle coming from further in, and Coco claims that she hears Michael’s voice. Larry voxes Fafnik to let him know there might be the Countess and some Astartes here, and for some reason Fafnik is more surprised about the Countess’ possible presence rather than the Astartes, but it might be because the signal is breaking. Larry tells him to stay alert and ready to contact the Blood Angels soon.

So off towards the noise they go. They come upon a cavern, filled with strange light substance moving in waves. There are some kinds of monsters raising from the waves. There are also stones raising above the substance, there are the four Astartes, fighting against the monsters. Cassiel is against the wall, looking alright. Rødørn and Eirenaos share an island, fighting back to back, looking a bit more damaged. And on the other side of the room, they can spot Michael.

And on this image we’ll end this session on.

[emperor-church]

Великий Ангел, надежда моя благой Сангвиний, защитник сирым и странным, обидимым покровитель, погибающим спасение, всем скорбящим утешение, видишь мою беду, видишь мою скорбь и тоску.Помоги мне немощному, укрепи меня страждущего. Обиды и горести знаешь Ты мои, разреши их, простри руку надо мною, ибо не на кого мне надеяться. Будь же, Великий Ангел мой, утешителем и помощником и спаси меня, отгони от меня скорбь, тоску и уныние. Помоги, Сын Императора моего. Great Angel, my good hope Sanguinius, defender of the orphans and the strange, protector of the offended, salvation of the perishing, consolation of all who grieve, you see my trouble, you see my sorrow and melancholy. Help me, the weak, strengthen me, the suffering. You know my grievances and sorrows, resolve them, stretch out your hand over me, for I have no one to rely on. Be, my Great Angel, a comforter and helper and save me, drive away from me sorrow, melancholy and despondency. Help, Son of my Emperor. (Art AI)

[ask-lord-commander-dante]

Father, Sanguinius, give me the fortitude and courage to hear the tidings brought to me by my brothers, and the restraint not to retaliate when they make stupid decisions in my name. Grant me the wisdom to heal rifts between people and the ability to see an argument from all sides without judgement. Grant me the patience to listen, the wit to hear and the foresight to know truth from falsehood. Please, let the Librarians not do anything too insane and cause further trouble.

Dante, at prayer.

[jaredstrout]

foreshadowing - My own rage

Boltguns cracked and men screamed in fury and pain as the Nemesis Guard advanced on the traitor lines. The fog of the Black Rage was thick in the hearts of men, who had received the blood of Sanguinius, yet captain Arael felt it merely like a distant shadow at the corner of his eye as he swung the glistening blade in his right hand and spew plasma with his left. Traitors and demons alike stood in his path, yet he could see him, clearly despite the smoke and carnage all around them as if they were alone in the bloody plains of Sarkus. Sarkus, more than a century ago and yet the sorcerer had not changed a bit. He wore no helmet, mocking the Astartes to end his flithy existance with a well aimed bolt, yet none had ever gotten close to scratch his perfect skin.

And his smile, mocking the captain, just like back in the day as he had been laying on the field, bleeding and alone, deceived by the machinations of the traitor, humiliated and sullied...and yet he had come out alive...still the traitor had gained what he had come to claim. And the demon, by now grown into an abomination on four legs, arms twitsted into the parody of a living whip and an arm grown into a blade of bones, stood by his side, since the day Gavin Arael had yearned to thwart the plans of the traitor marines, only to find himself a pawn in their game.

Hatred filled every fiber of captain Arael´s body, his arm swung the glowing blade to cut through flesh and warp soiled energy alike as he made his way to the hated enemy. A screaming monster, more teeth than anything else jumped at the captain, who blocked one of its arms with his blade, while the blue energy field flickered around the ancient weapon, that failed to hurt the neverborn enemy. His left arm rose, faster than even the demon of quicksilver and shadow could move, to ram the glowing barrel of his plasma pistol into the parody of a face before he pulled the tigger, whispering a prayer to the Emperor. The monster disappeared and was ripped back into the Warp where it had been born, giving way to the sorcerer...and the lifeless body at his feet.

Time seemed to slow down, even by the standards of a superhuman. Gavin´s eyes stared for an endless moment at the man at the traitor´s feet. The body still covered in the scout armor of his chapter, not a scratch on his skin, the dark eyes wide open, yet dprived of any life. The man, he had met so long ago in the twilight of the jungle he had once called home...they day the two of them had left all that seperated their peoples behind and fought together, to present their shared victory to the Angels of Death...the day they both had given themself to the Emperor and sacrificed so much to gain the burden of being his angels. 

Now his brother, his other half, lay dead and broken in the dirt. Gavin´s mind went numb. For the first time since he became a son of Sanguinius, the Black Rage went quiet. The burning fury and harted of the Primachrch seemed to leave him, only the quiet in the eye of the storm remained.  He was dead...his brother dead...murdered by his oldest foe, the laughted mocking him in his dreams for a hundred years and more...now he had taken another victory.

There was no trace of the Black Rage in the captain as he howled his pain and raging harted out. His body boved faster than even the Emperor´s finest should. He ran, the power armorscreeched as his superhuman body managed to exeed even its ancient capacities. He ran, without thinking, without plan or even emotion. He was rage incarnate, but unlike the usual fire born from their gene father it was his own. His own fury, born from the pain of his own human heart, untouched by time and the transformation into an Astartes and his blood sang the song of redemption and vengeance as he cut his way to the body of his brother and the murderer who had slain him.

But no matter how fast he was, no matter how many of the puppets he cut into pieces...the sorcerer had more than enough time to reach down to cut the already dead body, taking the precious geneseed and feeding it to the demonic abomination behind him. Reality screeched and bleed purple as the demon and its master ripped open a hole to the warp. Gavin jumped. his plasma pistol tried to take aim, no matter the threat of overheating, but the grinning sorcerer just left through the hole in reality he and his bound demon had created and the plasma bolt went straight through thin air before the raging captain could harm the hated enemy.

“KI THUUUULLEEEEEEEEEE!!!!” his voice dorwned out even the noise of battle as captain Gavin Arael of the Nemesis Guard 3rd company reached the body of sergeant Rith, his brother, his friend....the only family he could remember in his long war filled life. Something broke inside the captain in that moment.

[relax-and-read-on]

Time to prayer circle to get a pretty, pretty Sanguinius animated model

Ooh baby that galaxy can burn

[emperor-church]

Святой Великий Ангел, поставленный блюсти мою бедную душу, не оставь меня и не отступи от меня за невоздержание моё. Не дай возможности всяким демонам властвовать надо мною посредством смертного тела сего. Возьми крепко несчастную и опустившуюся мою руку и выведи меня на путь спасения. О святой Сангвиний, хранитель и покровитель бедной моей души! Прости мне всё, чем я оскорбил Тебя во все дни жизни моей, защити меня в настоящий день и сохрани меня от всякого искушения вражеского, чтобы мне никаким грехом не прогневать Императора, и молись за меня Ему, да утвердит Он меня в страхе Своем и покажет меня человеком, достойным Своей благости.

Holy Great Angel, appointed to watch over my poor soul, do not leave me and do not depart from me for my intemperance. Do not allow any demons to have power over me through this mortal body. Take firmly my unfortunate and fallen hand and lead me to the path of salvation. O holy Sanguinius, guardian and protector of my poor soul! Forgive me everything with which I have offended You all the days of my life, protect me on this day and preserve me from every temptation of the enemy, so that I do not anger the Emperor with any sin, and pray to Him for me, that He will confirm me in His fear and show me a man worthy of His goodness. (art D Monster (Dogma_Monster))