#Xantine

[shampoopheasant]

[tagedeszorns]

Lord of Excess

I just downloaded it and it starts out so very well! Let's see if we finally got another good piece of Emperor's Children-story! My wounds from Genefather are still fresh - also started out so well but went down so hard. But I want to hope, to dream of an author for my purple guys, who finally can start filling the gaping hole Josh Reynolds' leaving tore into my heart.

First four percent of the book are already very, very good. More St.Martin than Reynolds - but that's not bad! Not bad at all.

So - more reading or continuing to paint my Kakophonii? Decisions, decisions!

[wilsons-journey]

Some screens of todays Artparty (EU) ♥ Joined with Deus and for the last hour with Xantin.

Bonus:

[karakurenai-no-raion]

⋆♱ transemperorschildren ♱⋆

{ pt; transemperorschildren }

This identity is when the user wants to be/is a part of the Emperor's Children, a Traitor Legion of Chaos Space Marines from 40k, but isn't/isn't currently able to be!

This term is for use by anyone that identifies with it, whether you fit our DNI or not! Idea originally from our Xantine and S'janth fictives!

[historitor-bookshelf]

???

Now, ignoring the whole Show, Don't Tell violation...

Basically, protagonist Xantine is willingly possessed by a Slaaneshi Demon S'janth. He let her take over and fight Sarquil, who tried to kill him.

He has her on the ropes, shoves a gun into her/Xantine's face and she begs for mercy because if he shoots her she dies a true death?

Uh... even weakened, wouldn't she just pop back up in Slaanesh's realm because demons can only be truly killed by certain weapons? I mean, she would lose her boytoy but she isn't begging for him.

[mournivaldisco]

Thinking about Xantine and his bestie Vavisk

who is an EC who looked more like he was descended from Ferrus

[curarems]

Failed to manifest question 8. Manifested the best grade tho. Successfuly chanelled my inner Mossy Lawn

Manifesting question 8 for my exam. Come on it's Glorious 25th of May. That has to be a good luck charm.

[almanach2023]

Aujourd'hui, vendredi 10 mars, nous fêtons Saint Vivien.

SAINT DU JOUR

. Vivien, . Du latin Vivianus, nom d'homme de vivus, "vivant" . Saint Vivien (+320)(l'un des quarante soldats chrétiens de la XIIe légion romaine condamnés vers 320 en raison de leur religion à mourir de froid, attachés nus sur un étang gelé, près de Sébaste, dans l'actuelle Turquie). . Spontanés et souriants, francs et généreux, les Vivien sont de charmants compagnons. Ces amoureux de la vie sont incapables d'égoïsme. . Prénoms dérivés : Vezian, Viviane, Vive, Vivence, Vivette... Nous fêtons également les : Vivien - Aétius - Alceste - Alcide - Augias - Domitia - Domitiane - Domitien - Domitienne - Droctovée - Drotté - Editus - Élien - Eunoïc - Eunoïque - Eutychès - Flavius - Héraclius - Lysiniaque - Quiron - Sacerdon - Santin - Smaragde - Vivian - Vivienne - Xant - Xantha - Xanthe - Xanthéas - Xanthie - Xanthin - Xantin Toutes les infos sur les Saints du jour https://tinyurl.com/wkzm328

FETE DU JOUR

Quels sont les fêtes à souhaiter aujourd'hui ? [ Bonne fête ] . Vivian Mary Hartley, dite Vivien Leigh, actrice britannique

Ils nous ont quittés un 10 mars :

10 mars 2005 : Mathias Ledoux, cinéaste et réalisateur de télévision français (3 juillet 1953) 10 mars 1988 : Andy Gibb, chanteur australo-britannique (5 mars 1958) 10 mars 1940 : Mikhaïl Boulgakov, écrivain russe (15 mai 1891)

Ils sont nés le 10 mars :

10 mars 1983 : Carrie Marie Underwood, chanteuse américaine de country 10 mars 1977 : Robin Thicke, né Robert Charles Thicke, auteur, compositeur et producteur RNB 10 mars 1974 : Keren Ann, née Keren Ann Zeidel, musicienne et chanteuse 10 mars 1973 : Eva Herzigová, mannequin et actrice d'origine tchèque 10 mars 1972 : Ramzy, né Ramzy Bédia, duo d'humoristes Eric et Ramzy 10 mars 1971 : Timbaland, rappeur et producteur de musique américain 10 mars 1966 : Arthur, animateur de télévision français

Toutes les naissances du jour https://tinyurl.com/msmk5e22

Fêtes, Célébrations, événements du jour 10 mars : Journée internationale des femmes juges (ONU) 10 mars : Journée Mondiale du rein (JM)

CITATION DU JOUR

Citation du jour : Si vous possédez une bibliothèque et un jardin, vous avez tout ce qu'il vous faut. Cicéron.

Citation du jour : Nous devrions rendre grâce aux animaux pour leur innocence fabuleuse et leur savoir gré de poser sur nous la douceur de leurs yeux inquiets sans jamais nous condamner. Christian Bobin

Toutes les citations du jour https://tinyurl.com/payaj4pz

Nous sommes le 69ème jour de l'année il reste 296 jours avant le 31 décembre. Semaine 10.

Beau vendredi à tous.

Source : https://www.almanach-jour.com/almanach/index.php

[tagedeszorns]

That Abaddon had yet to find the Adored, Xantine took as a confirmation of his own brilliance. The alternative – that the Warmaster simply did not care to look, or even know who Xantine was – did not cross his mind.

Rich McCormick. Renegades: Lord of Excess (Kindle-Positionen352-353). Black Library.

Gotta love a man with an ego that size! Neatly fits in with my other blorbos and their inflated sense of self!

[the-consortium]

Fabius turns round, leans against the lab desk and removes his latex gloves with a quick movement and a snapping sound, dropping them onto the tiled surface and crossing his arms. The Chirurgeon imitates this gesture by fanning itself out into its resting position around his shoulders.

The Chief Apothecary fixes his sharp gaze on Promethia, the corners of his mouth lifting for a heartbeat before he is completely himself again. Then he sighs, looks up at the ceiling with its crumbling stucco decorations and bundles of cables snaking like intestines.

"You didn't imply it and yet you're right - I'm keeping far too much of the past! I should give up this archaic hope. Hope as a concept is a mystical notion that science has no use for. And yet it sits far too deep in our bones." He raises his eyebrows. "You and your older sister are the best proof of that. That I believe a future is possible in every version of reality."

A weary sigh. "And that's why I collect what seems worth keeping. Not to preserve it. And not just to use it as a spare parts store - even if I do own large quantities of such bodies. You shouldn't throw away anything that can still serve a purpose. And especially in the current arms race with Cawl and his soulless research - really, he hasn't learnt anything except technical subtleties - it's important to fall back on good groundwork. And that's what I'm doing by improving Astartes. And in the areas where they need it. Yes, also in the brain. But limiting their cognitive abilities to their tasks can't be the way to go. Even Lucius, who is really only highly gifted in one area, has enough range to be tactically skilful from time to time. You can't breed that away!"

He shakes his head. "I worked on further channelling talent, but nothing came of it that I then pursued further. I gave the result to a petty warlord who was far too convinced of himself. He now thinks I like him and I have another sucker who owes me. Oh well."

Fabius sighs. "To summarise: Improving Astartes without taking away their flexibility. That is the supreme discipline in weapon construction. You are welcome to help yourself to my supplies to impress me with your work in this area."

He turns back to his work. As he reaches for his gloves, he says over his shoulder: "And as for the Luna Wolves … Well, in a way, you already know them. I even have a student who used to wear their colours. And then their new colour. And then the next colour. By now, he seems to have given up on following the constant changes and is slowly letting his armour take on their Ceramite hue."

A short, narrow, almost melancholy smile. "The Luna Wolves were the first legion we really worked with after Fulgrim was found. There were only a handful of us left, so it took us a while to break free and grow enough to form an expeditionary fleet ourselves. I don't think Horus ever stopped seeing Fulgrim as the little brother. At least until Terra. And, well, the last few minutes probably don't count anymore."

Fabius brushes a thin strand of hair behind his ear in an absent-minded movement. "Ah, yes. That's the most important fact, of course. The Luna Wolves were the Sons of Horus before Horus took himself too seriously. Tragic that they have now fallen victim to Abaddon's ego. But that seems to be a key trait of the Sixteenth - ursurping and personality worship."

He turns his full attention back to his current experiment. "You're welcome to talk to Skalagrim about it. Perhaps he has a picture of his legion for you that has more shades of grey than I can offer. The past makes me a little prone to shortcuts in that regard."

Promethia wheels a cryo pod by Bile. "Thoughts on converting a Space Marine into a combat servitor?" She asked, tapping the ice slick container.

With a pointed movement, Fabius puts a pipette to one side and pushes the small test tube stand away from him towards the centre of the table. Notes, pens and datapads become a bow wave of disorder.

He turns round, looks at Promethia's project without any recognisable emotion. Sighs, smiles. Sometimes he can slip into the old man's guise without much effort, no matter how fresh his current body is. It's more of a habit, acquired over centuries. You are never safe from yourself!

Then he looks briefly as if he would like a pair of glasses to adjust them on his nose. But since he hasn't, he contents himself with clearing his throat. His face doesn't really give anything away, just the icy discipline he has placed over everything that is going on inside him.

"Ah, of course. You have the same interests I had when I was your age. You follow thoughts in a very similar way, so it's only logical. But do you really want to know? It spoils your surprise when I tell you what I did and what came of it."

His gaze flickers for a split second to one of the dark corners of the lab, where flotsam and jetsam from equipment that hasn't been used for a long time has collected. To something that is a mixture of cage and operating table. Baroque brass and cold surgical steel.

"Generally speaking, the question is in this case whether what is feasible is what is necessary. Of course it's important to try things out, otherwise you won't make any progress. But as long as the brain of an astartes is more powerful than any cogitor, it is not expedient to eliminate this advantage in favour of simple controllability. Astartes are too complex and expensive to produce. You have a weapon that is optimised for its task, that has a pre-set specialisation due to the gene seed variants - to reduce this with a conscious decision to an automaton that no longer has the flexibility that provides the maximum advantage in unpredictable situations, well, that's not always a good idea."

He makes a prompting gesture. "But I can certainly see the fascination of the mind game. And some of my brothers have also lost a lot of their flexibility due to their degeneration in terms of their devotion to the monsters of the warp. Sometimes a Servitor would be the better choice."

[wilsons-journey]

Xantin Bloodrage

Another new Cat, because things happen.

A little bit about him:

Former Tribune of the Blood-Legion. Now Gladium.

After he becomes a Gladium, due to the Charr Civil War, he feels lost and bitter without his Warband. Also bitter against the Legion. He is deeply disappointment in them. For a while he ventures around without real destination. Overthinking his whole life. He finds rest in an old Building - a huge burned down Mansion (I have to figure out a nice place for this.) There he starts to rebuilt it, after he started to feed stray cats in this area. And with that, another idea - another purpose for his life started to form.

He creates a Hideout, a safe haven for other Gladium like him. Or Charr that are searched/hunted by the legions. Charr that feel lost after the aftermath of the Civil war. He don't cares if you're a criminal or the biggest asshole in the world. He believes in a place where everyone is welcome - be it for a short rest, or for getting a new Chance. Except the leader or dogs of the legions - he don't want to see any of them again. But everyone else is welcome in his home. And he only has two rules:

No fights or other disputes.

No ones harms the stray cats (the small ones and the big ones!)

His Hideout is meant to be a neutral place, where every Charr has the chance to find a moment of peace. There Xantin also works as kind of Employer - he organizes jobs for Charr that seeks for one. Or helps Gladium finding a new Warband. In general he works there as a protector and helping hand for those, who needs it. Be it finding a job for some coins, training or just for a talk by a glass of some fine alcohol. Like a big ol Grandpa.

Usual his place is only open for Charr, but sometimes he lets other races in there, too.

But one word of warning: In his core he might be patient and calm. But as a former Tribune he still has some kind of authority. That's why he's also pretty strict. So better not fuck around - you will find out that's a very bad idea! Not only because he will punch you, but everyone else who values this hideout.

Also prepare to see him with at least one or two stray cat around him. He likes his little friends.

[xantincanlas]

baby ezekiel

[the-consortium]

Fabius, ungovernable

I finally got my copy of the new Chaos Space Marines Codex and of course, as expected, there's nothing about the Emperor's Children (hopefully it'll be October/whenever their own little codex-let is published!) - but two pages of Fabius!

Yes, Fabius has always followed his own drummer, was a Party of One from the very first Chaos Codex, but at least his brothers were still around then too. Somehow.

Now he's on a double-page with Huron and there's only a very cursory mention that Fulgrim used to have a soft spot for him.

So now he has burned all his bridges in terms of rules and will probably no longer appear in the EC Codex.

Yes, it could be that it's really about the ‘has a current miniature’ thing … and he's the only one for 40k from the EC (apart from Daddy-o), but somehow I am not entirely convinced that's the real reason.

I am not entirely sure how I feel about this. Yes, he's fiercly independent and keeps his distance to his brothers as much as to all the other Chaos guys. But he still is their main dealer and gives gifts to assorted idiots (Lucius, Xantine ...).

So, maybe I need him to get a little closer with his brothers again.

Even just for comedic value.

[yodawgiheardyoulikemecha]

Battleship 'Xantine'

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[mournivaldisco]

Renegades: Lord of Excess is such a fun read. Absolutely my cup of tea.

My personal highlights include

- An EC Marine distracted by measuring his own bicep

- A guy getting his head backhanded off

- The surprisingly horny interactions between Xantine and his daemon