#commander Kharn

[magicwithclass]

Emberwilde Djinn

Emberwilde djinn is somewhat interesting. It is an undercosted flyer in red that is not a dragon. Red does not get that often and something is telling me that the djinn creature type might get support when we return to tarkir. This card is from mirage though and although we get creatures of these stats in all colors back in the day this card had to come with a drawback. Magic the Gathering is a game with almost 30,000 cards and drawbacks are really advantages that you have to use synergy to produce. So, what decks have a want for a card that can switch control. You might immediately think Karona, false god or zedruu or kharn the betrayer. Any deck that benefits from donating permanents or wants to switch permanents may take a look at this guy. I especially like it in a deck that focuses on switching control of things because you can pay the mana or the 2 life to get your djinn back and then donate it all over again. This card is also decent in a goad deck. Giving your opponent a 5 power flyer but knowing that damage is not going toward you is pretty strong when. If you can give him vigilance or untap him during each turn then this card can attack 4 times in one turn sequence. That damage adds up fast and this card has evasion! This card has limited and niche use but donating is a strategy that gets a card here and there every couple of sets. Its a somewhat popular strategy in commander so I can see more commanders built on this premise. I was surprised that this card does not see more play in Blim comedic genius commander decks. You can either use the commander's ability to force emberwilde djinn to your opponent or your opponent may choose to take it but that would only fuel blim's ability. I feel like this card would see a little more play but not many people know it even exists. That is strange to me as the average person can not identify these bulk reserved list cards. That is part of the reason to look at each one individually and study it from the lens of 2024. Why do even expert mtg players not know a majority of the cards on the reserved list? Are these cards doomed to be forgotten? People who do not believe in the pedigree of the reserved list believe that cards like this have no value despite their age and remaining quantity. Am I preserving a history that just does not matter? I do not think so. I believe that when the game turns fifty years old the reserved list as a whole will spike again. In twenty years the number of reserved list cards will have shrunk but the number of unique cards in the game will have skyrocketed. Niche reserved list cards, like this, may find multiple homes or even one specific home in which it is the lynchpin of a deck. What will the quantity of the reserved list look like in the year 2045? Will even slight demand cause cards to become unobtainably expensive because there is no supply? After all, if no one knows or cares about a card like emberwilde djinn than copies will be lost. This card is not being preserved and my goal is to change that. Reblog and save these reserved list bulk cards from being lost to time. Buyouts have happened before and they will happen again. The culture, economy, and overall zeitgeist is not favorable to older cards in the moment but nostalgia sells. Eventually, through true demand, or through hoarding, or fire, or simply the reality that time destroys all things, the reserved list will shrink. My estimate is that in twenty years over half of the currently bulk reserved list will be above bulk. By that, I mean above 5 dollars for a near mint copy. This is not financial advice but if a reserved list card spiked in the next twenty years and I can make a 10,000 dollar profit or more selling off all excess copies above a playset I probably would. However, I will always keep at least one copy of each reserved list card no matter the price. I want the cards. I want to hold history in many hand. The reserved list is not a means to make money for me, although I may choose to profit off the market, but a game that I love.

[cannoli-reader]

In hindsight, the Emperor & Malcador, priding themselves on their vast knowledge and figuring things out from obscure references in psychically-attuned playing cards could have saved themselves a lot of headaches and just purged all the Primarchs who promoted as their second in command, a guy named after a demon, evil god or netherworld entity.

Just line 'em all up and ask "Who's your number two, my son?"

"Eidolon" *blam*

"Ahriman" *blam*

"Abaddon" *blam*

"Erebus" *blam*

"Kharne" "As in Blood for the..?" "Um, maybe..." *blam*

"Typhus" *blam*

"He is Alphar-" "Liar" *blam*

Good luck running a Heresy with just Perturabo and Curze. They could maybe carry off a remake of "The Odd Couple" but that's probably their limit.

Oooh. Maybe re-answer the Erebus ask when you're done with the latest book...

Man, Erebus had to pull that shit on Loken at the end just to remind everyone he's a dick.

-SLAL

[gulomean]

Richard Lawrence Hatch  May 21, 1945 – February 7, 2017

Richard Hatch played Captain Apollo in the original Battlestar Galactica and convicted terrorist and later vice president Tom Zarek in the 2003 remake.  

Richard Hatch was the only actor to star in both Battlestar Galactica (1978) and Battlestar Galactica (2004). Hatch directed, wrote and acted in his own Battlestar Galactica fan film "Battlestar Galactica: The Second Coming" in which he reunited all the surviving original Battlestar Galactica cast members.

He also played the Klingon commander Kharn in the crowdfunded Star Trek short Prelude to Axanar.

Sources for the photo’s are under the link

http://www.nydailynews.com/entertainment/richard-hatch-battlestar-galactica-star-dead-71-article-1.2966680

http://edition.cnn.com/2017/02/07/tv-shows/richard-hatch-dead/

https://www.comicbooksdallas.com/richard-hatch-actor/

https://nl.pinterest.com/pin/459437599470667374/

https://moviepilot.com/posts/2428451

https://nl.pinterest.com/pin/148829962665020711/

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0368745/mediaindex?page=1&ref_=nmmi_mi_sm

https://nl.pinterest.com/pin/369717450643131216/

http://bekanis.blogspot.nl/2012/01/battlestar-galactica-1x11-colonial-day.html

[therobotmonster]

Mutant Rumbler and Kharn BioDrone Customs

Dollar Tree’s Final Faction toy line is super-90s in concept, so when making up for the lack of paint on the original figures, I decided to match the sculpts more than the canon. 

These were done with a base of black primer (I actually used spray paint, trust me, get real primer it's worth the extra cost) with neon and blacklight reactive acrylic hobby paints. Mostly washes and dry-brushing.

Mutant Rumbler - Altered by infusions of Serum-93, more beast than machine, a mutant Rumbler cannot be commanded or controlled. It must be trained. A loyal mutant Rumbler under the guidance of a skilled Kharn can decimate a fleet of Arrow-ATVs but a careless Kharn may find himself in his own Rumbaler’s gullet. Every mutant Rambler has unique weapons, making no two exactly alike.

Kharn BioDrone - When Serum-93 fails to induce full mutation in a Kharn Hive-drone, a BioDrone is the result. They are marginally tougher and smarter than a standard drone but their true power is their empathic connection to Snythoids and Rumblers, even mutant ones. These advantages come with increased curiosity and independence, a drawback Diabol is willing to overlook for now.

[historitor-bookshelf]

Lazarus and Azrael's argument in Lazarus: Enmity's Edge - this comes after the 5th company takes harsh losses against Orks, including some of Lazarus' command squad (who previously saved him) to an Ork Psyker because the void ship intended to airstrike and scatter the Orks was called of for a Fallen hunt. Lazarus' rage at this and in a wider sense the obsession of the DA with the Fallen, Azrael's insistence (despite his own doubts and weariness) on the hunt. It's just a really good scene to show the conflict of the DA

connected to that: Lazarus as Master of the 5th is also the Chapter's Historian tasked with translating and editing stories from Caliban. I really like the way Keller connects the stories and their themes to the greater themes and plot of the novel fills me with joy

The romance (?) subplot in Da Big Dakka between the two Archons. It's funny in a very dysfunctional sort of way and surprisingly sweet

More DA, but in Trials of Azrael, there is a young tech adept in the secondary Sensorium that manages to get in contact with Azrael after he retreated from Kharn (after those two ran into each other due to reasons). She is, however, cut off from the rest of the ship with rescue pretty much not possible and Azrael does tell her that saving her or other survivors are not priority but killing heretics on board to reclaim the ship. However, after he manages to get back in contact with the rest of his merry band if Angels, he does go back to save her from Black Legion. Very sweet.

Again, Trials of Azrael: Kaldor Draigo of the Grey Knights voxes Azrael to ask for support. When Azrael agrees to take half of the First Company to him by teleport, Draigo launches into a long-winded spiel of gratitude. Azrael does the Astartes-equivalent of slamming down the receiver and cuts of the vox mid-sentence.

Funny Headcanon for the Lion, also connected to the last point: Totally has done the same thing when his vox partner gets too longwinded. Guilliman has been on the receiving end.

tell me your favourite bits in 40k novels/TF comics/FSN (nothing in side material for that one)

or i guess funny headcanons

im feeling terrible and need a distraction

[asklotarasarrin]

// *Sweats*

Why are there 204 of you here now? I don’t do anything worthy of note.

[djemsostylist]

Djem's Legion Thoughts

About three years ago my brother joking suggested I read the Horus Heresy, knowing literally nothing about Warhammer. (Literally nothing. I just thought Space Marines were big dudes in armor and I had never heard of Primarchs and I still know nothing of 40k. Have no idea how the Heresy ends--I'm spoiler free babes.) Anyway, what follows are my feelings on each Legion at the following times:

As of midway through Fulgrim

At the end of First Heretic

At the start of the Master of Mankind

Halfway through the Siege

This is very long. I'm not sorry.

Dark Angels

idk I haven’t met them yet, but their name tells me they are either going to be amazing or fucking awful

Um I still dk

God I fucking love these stupid idiots. Like, they are stupid, for sure, but I dunno, I dig their bizarre sort of pseudosecrecy thing. Plus, aesthetically I’m all about weird monk orders. Also, nothing kills me quite like Farith Redloss having anxiety attacks over trying to figure out Lion.

Corswain showing up like the living embodiment of the dude with the pizza where the apartment is on fire is just so deeply on brand for these chucklefucks like, Lion is all “I’m deeply uncomfortable where Imperial Secundus is concerned so instead I’ll just go ahead and attack home planets because that will demoralize the traitors and then I’m Doing My Part” like fam, pretty much all the traitors sans Perturabo are actual literal demons rn and they all had zero qualms betraying their immediate brothers and also the emperor (and Perturabo already fucked over his own) why in the livid fuck would you think this is in any way helpful, but this is Classic Lion and I love him now on account of that one time when he hugged Roboute because he was proud of him and also because he calls all of his sons “Little Brother” bc he is afraid of being a dad and also because I too am deeply avoidant of issues I don’t want to deal with.

Emperor's Children

mostly wonderful, because they are fabulous and also extremely extra, but they have the most ginourmous fuckwad as a Lord Commander, BUT they have a very good boy as another one, so idk really. Plus the whole betrayal thing and the fucking lodges, but they are purple and fabulous, so, +1?

These are the saddest boys ever in the whole world, and they didn’t deserve what happened to them. I loved them all except for Eidolon and they didn’t deserve anything bad to happen to them ever bc they were precious and I loved them. Also Fabius because he was bugnuts and he hurt my boys.

Jesus, I’m so fucking over them all

Honestly I’m so tired

Iron Warriors

I totally confused them with the Iron Hands. Idk even, boring? But Perturabo (while he has a fucking terrible name) also hates Horus so +15

I still know nothing about them, but I think they are buttholes because of the whole Isstvan V thing. Dick move guys, dick move.

I literally can’t. Like, their entire shtick is besieging and being besieged, and then being pissy bc it is what they are good at???? Like, they are literally traitoring bc their dad got a hair up his ass bc he wasn’t a good independent thinker and didn’t think he was allowed to build castles or whatever? Idk they are exhausting except for the ones that aren’t

I still don’t really get them at all except like 99% of them who aren’t named Barabas Dantioch are asshats and are not independent thinkers who are literally still traitoring for reasons unknown except to stick it to the emperor like?? Get an actual culture??? Just literally stop???

White Scars

I dunno, haven’t met them, but since no one else talks about them, I’m gonna guess, boring?

I dunno but they are worried about them hooking up with the Rout so I guess they are cool?

Oh bless your tiny little souls. They are so sweet, and so, so dumb. But sweet.

They are very, very good boys. They don’t have a ton of range per say but their simplicity is sort of the point I think. They are what space marines are supposed to be, and I love them for that

Space Wolves

ehm, oh, I’m sorry, The Rout. Whateverthefuck, they’re boring, over-the-top fuckheads who are giant fucking hypocrites who suck and probably don’t ever shower. Honestly, they rival the Emperor’s Children in extraness, and not in the loveable way. Fucking awful, 0/10.

Okay, honestly, not as awful as some. I mean, hella extra and I hate what they did at Prospero, but in a world full of awful things, we gotta pick and choose.

They are just so, so...Space Wolfy. Bless them they try, and some of them legit crack me up. I’m just not about their aesthetic, you know?

Much like the other fuckups amongst the Loyalists, they are a blunt instrument used for a specific purpose and do better with like...direct instruction. I’m saying they are not the kind to do well with metaphor and also a lack of like, a dad. They need TE:BBA is what I’m saying.

Imperial Fists

Literally only met them briefly, but they seem a good sort. I like their Primarch? -3 tho cause damn that color scheme.

Still good boys.

Omg I love you all, you precious little bbs. They are just so calm and stoic and honestly even though yellow is a hideous color they are literally like Templars and that is fantastic?????

Listen, the amount of love that I have in my heart for these precious, perfect boys is rivaled only by my love for Rogal Dorn, who might possibly be, and I don’t wanna sound dramatic here, be the love of my life but anyway.

Night Lords

idk but their name sounds sick.

Right, these guys are also dicks. I hate them on principle.

Every time I think of them all I can think of is that one video of the goths dancing under the bridge. They are so. Fucking. Extra. Christ alive, get a hobby that isn’t fucking skinning people.

Yeah idk they still mostly suck and to be perfectly honest I’m still not entirely sure what their point was, even pre-heresy? Like what role did psychopaths play in TE:BBA’s plan for a glorious human empire, someone explain

Blood Angels

I dunno cause I’ve only ever met their First Captain (who was consorting with fuckheads) but Sanguinius is literally Top Tier Fabulous, like Prince Extra, so I hope they don’t let me down

I’m still holding out hope. Don’t let me down boys.

OH. MY. GOD. Honestly, kill me, I love them so, so, so, so, so much, it’s a lot. And I suspect something terrible will happen with them but I don’t care because they are perfect. All of them. Wonderful, perfect, lovely, caring boys who love their dad and I love them. Sweet, loving, precious little bbs who occasionally suffer from tragic vampiric tendencies but I don’t love them any less. They better stay perfect forever. If I could, I would be like Sangy and just take them all everywhere with me so that they could always be safe <3 On a less gushy note, I think one of the most important aspects of the Blood Angels (and of their primarch) is that while they acknowledge their differences from unmodified humans, they also love humanity, deeply. They see them as worth fighting for and protecting, and acknowledge that their abilities allow them to create a universe that is safe for the common man to live in. There is a sort of profound love and tenderness that they have for humanity, and I think it really does make a difference in their legion. (That scene is Master of Mankind with the Blood Angel and the Custodian really highlights what I’m saying here.)

Listen, this may sound dramatic, and I don’t wanna like, go over the top, but I would literally die for them, which would seem counterproductive since that is what they do for humanity but the amount of love of I have for this entire legion and one Angel is too big to contain in my heart okay

Iron Hands

I don’t know them well yet, but they seem like good boys overall. I’m sure one of them is bound to be a crazy fucker tho.

They are good boys. I don’t know them very well, but my favorite moment is when Ferrus had to thank Lorgar for his help so he made him a crozius and then threw it at him because he didn’t want to have to talk awkwardly.

Poor sad bbs

No, but really, poor sad bbs

World Eaters

literally terrible people, but I guess when your Dad is bugnuts….

Definitely should have been put down. As in to death. They should have been killed. Probably.

Still fucking crazy. But I love Kharn, and honestly Lotara (who I know isn’t technically a World Eater but close enough.)

No but they probably should have all been just euthanized? I mean not Kharn bc I love him but also like--they are not viable. Long term? Tbh still not entirely sure what TE:BBA’s plan was here with them and Angron (I’m gonna assume something along the lines of ignore it and hope it goes away, since that is mostly his plan for everything)

Ultramarines

probably enormous squares, but tbh in a galaxy with World Eaters and the Rout, we could do with some squares.

Honestly, I have no issues with them. They do their duty, they are loyal. I hope to love them though. They actually believe in colors.

HOLY FUCK DO I LOVE THEM. ALL 200,000 OF THEM. (Which is probably what Roboute thinks tbh.) Like, I literally haven’t met a single one that I don’t adore and love with my whole soul and entire being. They are precious, soft, beautiful bbs who I adore with my whole heart. And who will make great leaders of the world someday I’m so proud. On a less gushy note, much like the Blood Angels, the Ultramarines really have a sort of profound feeling of protection and duty towards humans. They may not always like dealing with them, but Roboute is of the firm belief that they must understand what they are truly fighting for. Saving humanity is not enough, you have to fight for the humans who live there. (See, the one short story where they find a baby and I died.)

No but what you don’t quite get is that I literally love them. Every single individual solitary one of them, and while some may say “But Djem such a thing is impossible you haven’t met every Ultramarine” I need you to understand that the depth of my love for them and their Primarch is such that I know, in my bones, that I don’t need to meet them all to love them okay bc I already do.

Death Guard

Okay, so honestly I wanted to hate them (because BETRAYAL) but tbh its only the First and Second Captains who suck a lot and idk really the rest are sort of tragically precious??

Seriously, what is Mortarion’s issue?

No, seriously, what the fuck is their problem? Get the fuck over it.

Okay, I do feel bad. For Mortarian. Of all the traitors, him I understand the most. However, that being said, while I can understand his issues, I feel like giving yourself over to demons, turning into actual demons, and also turning on and killing your brothers who refused to become said demons makes you terrible awful people who really need to like, die.

Thousand Sons

okay, I fucking love these lame Warrior Monk Priest Wizards who live in a literal glass city with restaurants and teach random people Tai Chi in the park or whatever. Overall 10/10

I am v. worried that they are going to do something dumb like join the rebellion in order to affect change from the inside and then like, adopt demons or something. Pls don’t be dumb boys.

I don’t even fucking--look, I’m just tired okay?

What the fuck Azhek. No seriously, ⅞ is good enough? What the fuck is wrong with you?

Sons of Horus? Luna Wolves? who the fuck knows

my precious sons. You did not deserve what was done to you. This is why we don’t do frats. I believed in you and you failed me. D:

I love my precious sons. The Sons of Horus however, can go die.

I just--why are you the way you are?

I think the best thing about these absolute morons is that half the legion isn’t even demon fuckers, they just woke up one day and Horus told them to kill their brothers and they went “sure okay” and then just did. They are so fucking pretentious and stupid, fucking speartip, honestly die. I take it back. You all deserved exactly what you got, you dumb fucks.

Word Bearers

look, I haven’t met the rest of these dudes yet, but Erebus is a terrible fucking ambassador. -60/10 for not controlling their boy

HOLY LORD. I cannot--there are not actually words to describe how much I loathe these ignorant dumbasses. Like, seriously. Honestly, the ones who were purged were probably lucky, because the rest of them fucking suck.

God, eat a fucking landmine. Except, that would probably turn them on or something. Fucking assholes.

Just--imagine being such a fuckup that even when you were the first to the “become a demon, save the world” thing you still somehow ended up last. I hope the Ultramarines put down every. Single. One.

Salamanders

idk but this name is dumb. Salamanders are cute and slimy, and while Astartes are fucking adorable, they are not slimy. -1 for the dumb name

They are loyal, which is cool, and they seem like chill bros.

I just, like, they are sweet, but good lord are they simple.

I’m not sure? What they are doing? With their lives? Guys, idk if anyone told you but like, um. There is a war. And I get they’ve had it rough but also the loyalists could use their hope so maybe, idk. Do something? I mean I know there are like, 50 of you left and also you think your dad is dad and I feel you but like-

Raven Guard

idk but I like Ravens and Black, plus their Primarch’s name is Corvus? 11/10 they better not suck.

OMG I love Corvus?? Flies with a giant jetpack and tried to gut Lorgar? Yeah, he’s wonderful. Plus, their Captain seemed cool before he was fucking murdered.

I love them all, bless. They are sweet and simple and kind of stupid, but they make me feel things in my heart, so like, idk, stay precious.

Look, I cried over Branne fucking Nev, I don’t wanna talk about it rn

Alpha Legion

seriously? Lame.

Fuck these guys. What is their deal?

I can’t even really. I really, truly can’t. Nothing has ever satisfied me the way I was satisfied when Alpharius literally lost his head. God, that was beautiful.

Or Omegon? It was actually Omegon? I don’t even know anymore man

[ask-the-crimson-king]

Magnus and Lorgar.

Might be an unpopular opinion but I have and will always see them as asexual. Lorgar as a potential aro or demiromantic, Magnus maybe panromantic? I don't see gender being a problem for him in a romantic context, but also aroace Magnus the Red feels very correct to me. Also sex-repulsed Magnus and sex-neutral Lorgar? Though I can also maybe see repulsion on him.

Others who are ace: genuinely Horus Lupercal, though I see him as a sex-neutral ace who would be fine with it if his partner wanted it or would do it for fun.

I agree with Sanguinius and Dorn, I'm also throwing out Perturabo as a demiromantic asexual, definitely sex-repulsed.

The Lion may be demi or grey-ace, I can see Guilliman as similar. Both ambivalent towards sex.

Konrad definitely aroace. Thank you to his primarch novel for the hard confirm there. We love to see it.

I'll also detour and add my various captains who I also headcanon as ace:

Ahzek Ahriman, demisexual if not straight ace himself, unknown romantic alignment. Can't put a pin in it.

Tarik Torgaddon, demisexual panromantic.

Ezekyle Abbadon, aroace.

I saw Garviel Loken as ace for a while but now I'm doubting it.

Lord Commander Vespasian is definitely asexual. Also adding Saul Tarvitz to that list, though he may be demi.

Argel Tal, asexual demiromantic.

Kharn is some form of asexual, unsure if straight up ace or maybe potentially demi somewhere. Pre-him going fully berserk, obviously.

Aeonid Thiel (I hope I'm spelling him right) is asexual.

Marius Gage is a maybe ace? Maybe.

Nassir Amit is ace. Don't think he's aro but not sure.

Fabius is aroace. I don't think there will be much contention on that. His preference is people on a surgical slab.

Burias is ace in a similar way to Horus. Don't ask why for this, I cannot truly say.

That's all I can really think of for now. Open to discussion on them and questions.

@tagedeszorns As if Fulgrim would bottom, with his ego? He would top and they would bloody well like it.... Even if they cannot walk the next day. XD

[thatsadorbsyo]

Lucas - Tooth and Nail (12)

(cw: mentions of character death (PC and NPC) and depictions of violence and toxic masculinity. depictions of depersonalization/dissociation. superficial allusions to gendered violence, although in this case ‘she’ is an airship. this isn’t pretty. this post also references the events of Borne Upon Our Hands, one of the five finale quests for the #FFXIVHeartless campaign, and it contains spoilers for the quest log.)

*

"Lucas, you-- just ruin this. Don't explode it, but make it incomprehensible. You'll have maybe ten ticks to do it." It’s Camille’s voice, reaching through to you from across the yalms, the malms, the incomprehensible chasm between where your body stands in the White Celsius command room and the space your mind presently occupies, on some parallel plane both near and far.

You -- weary, clever you -- have suffered too much. You’ve lost too much to this fight, and now you are not enough of yourself to be able to narrate your own experience in the manner to which you are accustomed.

So this is how you live it:

Before you sits all the main controls of the White Celsius, an airship that was once of Garlean make and now is just as much of a chimera as the Allagan-crafted monstrosities in the Detention Block below. She is a strange new thing, this patchwork ship, but no matter how far she has strayed from her original path, her bones are still the same. You scan the screens and interfaces with a rapid, appraising sweep, and what you see is the mind of the ship herself, laid out in an intuitive order of panels and consoles, flickering lights and flashing buttons. These things are all familiar to you, who have spent the better part of your life repairing imperial ships just like this one. The White Celsius could easily be your home.

And you, who minutes ago were tasked with decommissioning her stomach, now must decapitate her too.

No time is allotted to you for processing anything that just happened in the space between the two orders. Ten ticks, Camille said. Ten ticks and nothing more. That’s all you have.

You can do a lot in ten minutes. Didn’t Percy teach you that?

If you were telling your own story, you would paint a noble picture of yourself in this moment. You would say that as you carried out this execution to which you are so singularly suited, you thought of those who had fallen before you in battle to get here, to give you this chance to make a real difference.

Momori, devoured by the Celsius herself, along with the Rover whose throat she opened only moments prior. Vio and Killian, overloaded with levin and flickering faintly on the floor. Iengerdt, the Rover officer, who weathered Caelrin’s assault until his neck simply snapped, no fanfare, just there and then gone. Threads of the Spinner, severed or fraying.

You would say -- you would insist -- that you thought of the family you have made: Castor, Cheche, Aidan. Of the family that still waited for you: Sui, Kharn, Lux, Bride, Staelufre, Vyse, Vio. That you were doing this for them, to secure everyone’s freedom and be reunited again in quaking but decisive victory, alive and whole. To feel your thread woven with theirs again by Nymeia’s guiding hand.

You’d be lying. You, Lucas Nevin, are at times a filthy fucking liar.

A strange ferocity overcomes you as the vacancy left by your distant mind is filled with an animal instinct. To rip. To tear. You snap one of your fingernails clean off as you pry the console cases away from their chassis. Bloodthirst surges through you, not for Spoken blood but for the hanging nerves of exposed wire that you clench in both fists and sever from their ports and connectors. A row of indicators goes dark, but it’s not enough.

You are doing this so that Percy didn’t die in vain. You are doing this for Percy, and nothing more.

You, the man who makes himself a machine, the man who fancies himself a god, you crawl across the floor of a dead man’s home like a scared and cornered beast, and if only you were yourself you could feel properly sick about it. But her spine is flayed open for your grasping claws, and you root around until you find more veins and vessels of crackling levin and all the life force of this bastard engine. If they spark against your knuckles, if you split them open and bleed down your fingers in the process of wrenching the whole works loose, you don’t feel it. You barely feel your fingers anymore, haven’t for turns, isn’t that why they’re always so bruised? Another panel goes dark. It’s still not enough.

It’s not enough! The others -- Camille, Caelrin -- are too focused on tending the fallen to notice how you growl in frustration, running your bloody, cracked fingers through the halo of your hair. You pitch a console husk against the far wall in impotent rage.

Revenge comes to you in the shape of a service wrench hanging from the wall. It’s made of Ilsabardian steel and nearly as long and thick as your forearm, the kind of shit that W’kana would salivate over. It’s cold and firm as you bear it in both of your hands, testing its heft, its weight. It’ll do.

It’s Percy that you think about as you bash the White Celsius’s brains into her very skull, sending buttons and switches flying with each crashing thud of your repurposed tool, your swinging fucking cock. Dead indicator lights scatter across the floor in your wake like so many colorful jewels, like empty shells, like spent materia. This is what she deserves. She almost ate him. The Celsius eats her enemies, and she almost fucking ate Percy. This is what you get, bitch.

This isn’t you. This isn’t like you, and maybe this is why you feel so far removed from your own mind that you cannot even speak for yourself. Something, inside you, is broken. Breaking, with each swing of the wrench, you are cracking.

There is a calmness that overcomes you in your manic fervor, a horrible, unthinkable placidity as you are further severed from yourself, letting your body commit this violence that is so antithesis to your telos; a creator made destroyer. You are a lake without ripples, only smooth water, and in your reflection you see Percy’s face grinning up at you. Terror makes it a grimace. “I’ll come back. We’ll see the world, we’ll-- I want to see it. I want to see all of it! Fury, for the first fucking time I want to live!”

You can do a lot of damage to a piece of tech in ten fucking minutes.

[lord-kallig]

Daemonkin Hierarchy

Daemonkin Definition

In common parlance, Daemonkin is used to refer to Warbands who utilise daemonic powers and allies as a form of power. In the absence of a reliable alternative, for this post it will describe mortals who have become daemonic entities in part or full. 

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Pawn

Daemonic Pawns are the lowest rungs of the Daemonkin ranks. Little more than mortals facing daemonic intrusion of their bodies. While mortals may hold them in exaltation, they hold no active influence over the more powerful daemonkin. 

Examples: Possessed

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Liege (Lord or Lady when gendered)

Daemonic Liege’s are the lower ranks of those given the title of ‘Daemon Prince’. These are individuals who will have dominion over mortal and astartes servants and possibly small contingents of daemonic warriors. 

Most here are young daemonkin and voluntarily ascended in commitment to a specific member of the Chaotic Pantheon. In larger warbands, they will be the Lieutenants of more powerful daemons/daemonkin and given command over self contained forces.

Example: The Host (N)

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Despot

Daemonic Despot are ascended mortals powerful enough to reside within the Warp without risk of their presence being contested. The Despots have control over much more powerful forces of mortal and astartes followers but will be often seen alongside the cohorts of their patron’s daemons.

Despots may submit themselves to a mortal’s will, with the most common examples likely seen within the Word Bearers where Apostles are given authority, but this submission is almost always at the good graces of the Despot and if deemed unsuited they may turn on or abandon their mortal commander. 

Those who have sired sufficient favour are likely to have the opportunity to rule over a Daemon World.

Example: Doomrider (S), M’Kar (U)

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Ascendant 

The highest rank attainable by a human daemon, the Ascendants are the apex of daemonhood and the the most comparable in power to the average Greater Daemons if not superior. Equally, they are guaranteed to have dominion over countless daemonic servants to call upon in battle and their mortal forces will be comparably overpowering. 

All daemonkin which fit the position of Ascendant can be assumed to be able to rule over a Daemon World and are likely able to gain an audience with their Patron directly. 

Example: Be’lakor (U), N’Kari (S)

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Unique Positions

Daemon Primarchs

Typically ranking above the other daemons of a Patron, the Daemon Primarchs have a position as unique as themselves. They are likely to be more powerful than a Daemonkin Ascendant however their specific favour may be below that. 

Mortarion for example is considered inferior to Champion Typhus despite the technical power of the Primarch over the First Captain. 

Typically ranking higher than other daemons, the Primarchs naturally gain a unique position due to their nature as previously being Primarchs. This would see them typically above the more common daemonkin

Exceptions would be seen with Mortarion who, despite his power, is considered inferior to Typus within Nurgle’s Hierarchy. 

Champions of Chaos

Being the ‘mortal’ followers of Chaos, the Champions would appear to be better suited to being below the Daemonkin, but there have been various cases of daemons falling in behind their god’s Champion. 

Abaddon the Despoiler Kharn the Betrayer Ahriman the Exile Typhus the Traveller Fabius Bile Lucius the Eternal

[ask-the-crimson-king]

What’s your honest opinion on Darius? What do you like about him? Dislike about him? And do you have any tips for me?

[I’m going to be honest. I am going to give the criticisms and things I personally have problems with, and you’re free to write all of them off as simply my opinion and change nothing. Darius is your OC, and you can do what you want with him. I also have nothing against you, the mun, and if any of this comes across as snappy or mean-spirited, know that is not the intent. 

Now. That being said. 

Darius is an interesting character for several reasons. I think his base concept is pretty cool. Having a character survive a virus bombing and still living among the Imperium and even founding his own Chapter in order to serve it is a neat concept.

However. I do have several qualms with him. I’ll get through those so this can end on a much more positive note.

One of them is how he feels written like a Creepypasta OC from 2014. He feels like, if he HAD been built for that fandom, he’d be the stereotypical ‘everyone bullied me and I killed all my bullies and I killed my abusive parents too’ Jeff the Killer clone who was always broody and nigh-invincible.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have anything against powerful characters. I’m playing one myself. But it feels less natural with Darius. If that makes any sense? I don’t know how to really describe it. It just doesn’t feel right to me. 

I think one of the reasons why it kinda rubs me the wrong way is compounded by how the Revenants feel like they were made only to hype up Darius and were given personalities as an afterthought. I think there’s a bit too much of ‘oh Darius is such a badass that he does this and this and has survived this’ and also ‘oh but he’s also so broken, so so broken, and we’ve all tried so hard to fix him but he refuses to let himself be fixed’ coming from them. I think those vibes are the biggest reasons why I equate him to the 2014-era creepypasta OCs. “I’m so broken, but I can also kill you so easily heh heh.” 

Also I have a bit of a problem with the ‘you call me lord and you get my fist in your skull’ thing he has going on. It just feels like a bit much. You can have a laid back leader without them going ‘address me casually or else I’ll maim you’. I wouldn’t mind if it was jokingly, but it just doesn’t feel that way.

With my criticisms out of the way, let’s get onto the good stuff.

Darius definitely still feels like a son of Mortarion who was still loyal to the Imperium. I don’t know too too much about the Death Guard, but they still seem like stubborn stalwart bastards (I don’t mean that insultingly mind you) and Darius would definitely fit in with them. 

He also has that Chapter Master vibe about him. He feels like a leader. Even if you never introduced the rest of the Revenants and had them as cardboard cutouts instead, I could still see him commanding and bringing together an inner circle and maintaining a chain of command. He has that sort of veteran vibe, like a ‘alright, y’all are fucking kids in comparison to me, but I’m gonna lead you and teach you the good shit anyway because we need to help protect people. You signed up for this bullshit, and now we’re gonna wade through it together’ sort of thing. 

Another thing, the twink “bell”. I think that’s a nice way to bring a bit of humor to Darius’ character. Hide yer twinks, kiddos, else Darius is going to come screaming out of the Immaterium looking for them. Nice little touch. 

Also also he seems to be very loving with his boyfriends off the few things I’ve read, which is also nice. A good way to balance out the humors. 

Now, advice & improvements:

I’ve seen you use ‘Darius’ mask shows no emotion’ several times. It feels moot and pointless. I get that you’re trying to juxtapose that with what he is saying, but it feels kinda... obvious? None of the Astartes helms show much emotion past that portrayed, like Kharn’s snarling helm or the “standard” emotionless design. I would probably advise either finding a different way to provide that juxtaposition or trying to find a way to describe that exact thing differently. Maybe something more like;

“Fucking bastard,” he spat, his anger apparent despite the unmoving expression on his helm.

Another thing that feels a bit repetitive; the size of the Revenants. I think there are better ways to say ‘my fleet will fucking crush you’ than to state ‘we break the Codex Astartes by having about 2,000 marines in our Chapter’. Hell you’d think, with Darius being as old as he is, him and his Chapter would have gained a bit of renown, wouldn’t they? For an alternative, maybe try:

“Do you really want to try and make threats? I could wipe you out with only a fraction of my fleet. I’ve conquered star systems with fewer ships and companies than you can count on your fingers. So would you like to say that again?”

Do you see how that feels like it’s a bit more weighty than simply ‘my fleet is huge and we have 2,000 Astartes’? 

Basically; diversify your language. Try to show, don’t tell. People can go to your profile to learn the precise size of the Revenants, Darius doesn’t need to tout it each time he’s threatened.

Another thing that’s just something I’ve carried over from other sites and rp’s; try to avoid the one line or three word replies. I am sometimes guilty of this myself, especially when I’m burnt out and stressed and I’m like ‘oh fuck I need to get a reply out NOW this person has been waiting for a fucking WEEK, D A M N I T’, but sometimes I’ve seen people send four+ lines and get two or so words back. Try describing how the character in question is speaking, or try to describe their body language, what they’re thinking at that moment in time. Add just a bit more flavor.

IN SUMMARIUM: Darius is a character who definitely has potential, but isn’t without his major flaws. He does have some good and interesting aspects about him, but they feel weighed down by the fact that I can’t shake the vibe of a JtK clone from him. Your writing is pretty good, but a few things feel repetitive and you need a bit more work with show don’t tell. 

I hope this is helpful, and I’m sorry if any of this seemed antagonistic or ‘I am holier than thou’. I’m simply a nerdy dumbass who likes to analyze writing and try and point out the flaws while giving a few ideas on how to fix said flaws and make other writers better. I usually ask for others to provide similar feedback, and this is the type of feedback I’d get from teachers grading my papers throughout my school life.]

[scourgeofsunfall]

XLIV.

The dragon was elated and pranced about the wall before settling into the position he had found her in. "It's always a pleasure to inspire confidence in one of my children. Now I will answer your question: I already am doing all of the things I command you to do, because everything you do is possible because of me. Do you understand? Will you do as I say?"

Kharn continued his nodding and remained on his knees, out of a desire not to be burned any further. "I do, and I will."

"Good! Now take a piece of my blood and bring it back with you. Razakol will show you what you have to gain from its power, just be sure to use it wisely!" With a fading cackle, the mural returned to its original position and grew still once again.

It was only when Kharn stood up and felt sharp pain across his body that he examined himself and found that his scales had been burned off in several places by the flames, and as soon as he was aware of the injuries the searing pain grew far more noticeable. He hobbled over to once of the crystal outcroppings and with some effort, he snapped off a chunk small enough to fit in his palm. It was warm to the touch, and even after being broken off it didn't lose any of its glow. With that in hand, he slowly made his way back to the shaft that had led him down here. It was a short climb straight up, and then a long way up a steep incline to make it all the way back to the mouth of the cave, but he didn't see any other path out. With a displeased grunt, Kharn found a hold on the wall and started to climb.

When Kharn finally emerged from the cave, it was well into nighttime. He struggled to pull himself past the precipice, and before long he felt the others grab him by one arm each and haul him up onto level ground once again. Being dropped into the dust only caused his injuries to sting all the more, but he was thankful for the assistance. His gratitude came out as an indistinct groan.

"Rest. You've earned it." He heard Razakol say before shutting his eyes and quickly complying. His sleep was deep and uninterrupted.

[ask-angron-thalkyr]

Alternate ending - if his gladiators hadn’t been massacred by the Emperor’s forces during his recovery

Got two asks for this, so here it is!

“No. I am staying here, with my people.” Angron stood, defiant, in front of the golden stranger. His ragged appearance, covered in scabbing wounds and scars, contrasted in the most profound way with the radiant perfection of the man who called himself the Emperor of Mankind.

“I don’t know you, and I owe you nothing. Go.” He turns his back on him and returns to his cowering, fearful group, staring in terrified awe at the radiant stranger. He doesn’t look, but knows that he’d vanished when the gasps his people give him.

The night draws in close, and they watch the Nucerian army light their fires from the cliffs of Desh’ea. His warriors are leaving him alone to think, as much as he is able, when the sound of translocation startles him violently. He seizes his axe and makes ready to strike when a group of armored men in blue and white appear, and the leader deflects his blow with a gauntlet, rocked back by the strength of the blow.

“Wait! My Lord!” The filtered voice gives him pause as the man kneels, ignoring the rent in his armor. He manages to change the trajectory of his axe, sending it whistling over his helmet and embeds it in the ground as the man, and his companions all kneel.

“Who are you.” He demands, stalking up to the leader. The man bows his head. ���Ibram Ghreer, lord. I have been commanding your Legion until we found you.”

“My Legion.” Angron growls. “What use is a Legion to me? I die tomorrow against the high riders and tyrants of this world.”

“You don’t have to die.” One of the other men speaks up. Angron grunts at him, and he identifies himself. “Eighth Captain Kharn, my lord.”

“Don’t call me that.” Angron snaps, and Kharn inclines his head in apology.

“We are here to fight with you. To fight for you. To fight with your warriors.” Ghreer proclaims, and the accompanying men shout in agreement.

“We have defied the Emperor himself to come here, to help you. We would rather obey our Primarch, and die for you.”

Angron is… touched. His eyebrows crook and he shakes his head. “Get up.” He insists, stepping forward to grab the first man and drags him upwards. He’s large, larger than anyone Angron has met before. “No one kneels to me except my enemies. Get up!”

The men do, murmuring at each other in confusion.

“What will you do? What will you do for me?” He demands, and Ghreer takes his helmet off to look him in the eye. He could be a brother to Angron. It was bizarre.

“We will do whatever you command, M’L- sire.”

Angron lets him go as all the other captains stand and remove their helmets as well. They all look like they could be brothers to him. He looks in each of their faces in turn, and sees only determination, and faith.

“First, you will all come and eat with my warriors. We will sing the songs of those who will die tomorrow. Then, we attack at dawn.” He smacks one fist into the other, and the captains bang their fists against their breastplates in response.

“I will notify the Legion to begin their descent, so we will be ready, sire.” Ghreer responds, and Angron looks startled. “A Legion?”

“150,000 men at your command. We will all fight for you.”

For the first time, Angron’s eyes are alive with something new. Something like hope.

“Then we will show the high riders what we can do.”

The pacification of Nuceria is swift, bloody and thorough. The entirety of the ruling class is massacred, and their bodies are thrown into the infamous gladiatorial arenas and burned. Angron leaves the restructuring of their government to the administrators the Imperium sent in, and takes all those afflicted with the Nails with him, to fight and die honorably with their Astartes brothers. Working with the Legion they share their experience with the Astartes, some of whom take up the Nails in honor of their Primarch and his struggles.

Assigned the role of Liberator rather than pacifier, Angron doesn’t join the Heresy, seeing it as slavery to a different master.

[warsofasoiaf]

Traitor Primarch Analysis: Angron and the World Eaters?

Angron is a fascinating study on rage and hate, an object lesson on the toxicity of anger and resentment, of that powerful hate that causes someone to look at someone without worth. His story is brought up in Aaron Dembski-Bowden’s Betrayer, and it’s one of the best stories of the Horus Heresy, reading it is a true treat.

To be sure, Angron had it incredibly bad. Mutilated and tortured at an early age and implanted with the Butcher’s Nails, Angron had his very brain rewired so that he felt an intoxicating rush of pleasurable adrenaline in combat, to the point that it impacted his ability to feel joy in other things. Forced to kill to satiate the bloodlust of a decadent aristocracy, Angron only found comfort with his fellow gladiator slaves. Brotherhood was quite important to Angron, as he and his fellow slaves used the shared pains of their existence to bond. All of them were twisted by the Butcher’s Nails, forced to face death for the pleasure of strangers, yet all of them could find fellowship in their shared suffering, forced to kill each other.

This brotherhood was what motivated Angron, using his Primarch gifts to raise a mighty slave insurrection, calling themselves the Eaters of Cities. This revolt was fought incredibly valiantly, but without the ability to build a support network like logistics, it wasultimately doomed to failure, and Angron knew it. Still Angron resolved to go down fighting rather than buckle to slavery and oppression, the bonds of brotherhood and disgust at the Nucerian elite’s depravity were too strong.

This of course, led to his interactions with the Emperor. The Emperor was actually quite proud of Angron’s slave rebellion, and this makes sense, Angron was a leader and general just like all the other Primarchs. Angron accepted the Emperor as his father, but he refused to abandon his fellow slaves to death while he led a legion for a distant father, one with whom he had no shared bonds. When the Emperor teleported him away from the slaves at the last minute, abandoning them, this started Angron’s hatred of the Emperor. He was denied a chance to fight alongside his brothers to stand alongside strangers. No wonder, then, that Angron attacked the War Hounds. The legion represented the Emperor denying him the chance to die with his brothers. Only Kharn could reach out to the embittered Primarch, after Angron had killed his brothers (and the Emperor demanded that the Space Marines not defend themselves against their rampaging Primarch), and was able to reach him after a fierce hand-to-hand brawl, not defending himself but speaking of the glorious battles he and his legion had fought in. Defiant yet broken, Kharn reminded Angron of his former fellows and demonstrated that these were not the same honorless dogs of the Nucerian elite. Taking on the name “World Eaters” to honor the former Eaters of Cities, Angron now had his legion, and used the same brutal gladiatorial trappings that he had grown up in as the training for his new legion.

Certainly, it’s understood why the Emperor took Angron away from Nuceria, he didn’t want to lose one of his valuable Primarchs when he needed to prosecute the Great Crusade. What isn’t clear is why he didn’t either support Angron’s slave revolt and crush the Nucerians, or simply teleport the rest of the gladiators with Angron and use them as gene-stock or false Astartes for the XII Legion. Was he angry at Angron for refusing him and wished to remove any ties Angron might have that would stop him from the Great Crusade? Was he disappointed that Angron was the only man who couldn’t conquer his own planet? Were the Nucerians in Imperial Compliance and the Emperor did not wish to remove a compliant system and waste time establishing Compliance with the new former slave rulers of the planet? Did he believe that Angron wouldn’t bond to his legion if something like his gladiators prevented him from doing so? He did examine Angron and saw the Butcher’s Nails were killing him, so did he reason that the long-term survival of those gladiators weren’t worth the expenditure of integrating them into the XII? There’s arguments a bunch of ways, but all Angron understood was that the Emperor took him from his brothers and left them to die, stoking fierce rage and resentment.

Angron led his World Eaters on brutal campaign after brutal campaign. Knowing the strength and fury provided by his own Butcher’s Nails implants, he ordered the Apothecaries to reverse-engineer the device and implant them in his fellow Space Marines. The early attempts were crude and led to a lot of casualties, but eventually a working facsimile of the original Butcher’s Nails were designed by World Eaters Techmarines and Apothecaries. Plenty of World Eaters volunteered to undergo the implantation, as they believed that through the pain they could better understand their Primarch, just as the gladiators of Nuceria bonded with their great leader. Other World Eater neophytes were forcibly implanted, sometimes whole companies at once, leading to some who couldn’t even control themselves between battles. This led to the Night of the Wolf, where Leman Russ was brought to censure Angron. Here we see one of Angron’s strengths and flaws on display. The Space Wolves and World Eaters fought, and Angron was close to killing Russ, but Russ had come to teach, not to kill. Russ’s Wolves had surrounded Angron and could have killed him, scattering his legion. Angron could have won the battle but lost the war, but Angron couldn’t understand what Russ was saying. He won, that made him right, right?

This leads to a key aspect of Angron. In meeting his brothers, Angron showed one of his key personality traits, one that would crop up time and time again: he couldn’t empathize with others nor give respect to them for their accomplishments. Angron constantly seethed because he believed none of the other Primarchs had it as bad as he did. He couldn’t recognize their accomplishments or their struggles, because to him, none had it as bad as he. Sanguinius had to live on a radiation-blasted hellscape hunted by feral cannibals, Mortarion was forced to hunt his own people until he turned on his bestial adoptive father, Lion El’Jonson lived alone for ten years being hunted by Chaos beasts, Konrad Curze was alone for his entire childhood, Leman Russ had to climb out of a volcano at birth, but none of that mattered to Angron, none were brutalized as he was. Even Guilliman and Dorn, raised within loving families and who used that to build interstellar empires, faced difficulties that Angron refused to accept were genuine.

“I care nothing about who sits proud on the Throne of Terra when the last day dawns. Horus is a fine commander, but that’s the limit of my admiration for that arrogant, preening bastard. I joined his rebellion because I can tolerate him easier than I can endure the abomination that names himself Master of Mankind.“

Angron turning was easy. He already hated the Emperor, all Horus had to do was ask Angron to betray him, and he jumped. Angron cared little for politics or Terra; the grudge was entirely personal. He wanted to visit the suffering and loss he felt from the lost of his brothers on the Emperor. The lack of respect or tactical nuance was felt early on, when Angron landed on Istvaan III after the loyalists from the Traitor Legions managed to secure themselves away from the virus bombing. Rather than handle the problem from space, Angron descended to face the loyalists himself. This limited Horus, and Garro was able to escape aboard the Eisenstein to warn Rogal Dorn about the coming treachery.

Angron went with Lorgar to face Roboute Guilliman in the Shadow Crusade. Among all of the Primarchs, Lorgar was perhaps Angron’s oddest, and only friend. Lorgar seemed like someone Angron would hate: he was a preacher not a warrior, he lived a relatively comfortable life on Colchis, but the two got along. Likely, this was because the two understood that the two were different and did not attempt to intrude upon each others bailiwick. Lorgar could preach and Angron could fight, and Lorgar did not have an ego that demanded he be in charge (save in matters spiritual, which Angron cared little about). During the Shadow Crusade, when Angron came into personal conflict with Guilliman, we get our clearest understanding of Lorgar.

What would you know of struggle, Perfect Son? When have you fought against the mutilation of your mind? When have you had to do anything more than tally compliances and polish your armour?“ […] "The people of your world named you Great One. The people of mine called me Slave. Which one of us landed on a paradise of civilization to be raised by a foster father, Roboute? Which one of us was given armies to lead after training in the halls of the Macraggian high-riders? Which one of us inherited a strong, cultured kingdom? And which one of us had to rise up against a kingdom with nothing but a horde of starving slaves? Which one of us was a child enslaved on a world of monsters, with his brain cut up by carving knives? Listen to your blue-clad wretches yelling of courage and honour, courage and honour, courage and honour. Do you even know the meaning of those words? Courage is fighting the kingdom which enslaves you, no matter that their armies outnumber yours by ten-thousand to one. You know nothing of courage. Honour is resisting a tyrant when all others suckle and grow fat on the hypocrisy he feeds them. You know nothing of honour.”

This is Angron in a nutshell. Angron exalts his own suffering and diminishes anyone else. He took his suffering as a badge of pride, a mark of honor, yet he refused to acknowledge the dignity of others because he believed them to be lesser than he was, simply because they did not suffer as he did. He used his own self-appointed status to diminish all others as lesser beings without the right to feel pride in their accomplishments. And so, Guilliman retorts with a hard-hitting bombshell:

“You’re still a slave, Angron. Enslaved by your past, blind to the future. Too hateful to learn. Too spiteful to prosper.”

Angron’s hate stunted him, left him unable to grow as a person. He was still within the slavert he always claimed to have broken free from. He stewed in his hate and spite until he could do nothing but lash out at the guilty and innocent alike. While it is true that the Butcher’s Nails had their part to play in mutilating his mind, Angron wanted the satisfaction of relishing in his hate, of seeking the joy of carnage for its own sake. For all his strength, Angron was one of the weakest Primarchs, and that hate led to his corruption. The last tie to his humanity were the skulls of his fallen brothers, hanging from his neck. When one was crushed accidentally under Guilliman’s foot, that was the final straw. Angron had nothing, he would give himself fully to his rage, and this was the loss of his humanity. The Nails couldn’t do it, the Emperor couldn’t do it, it was only Angron’s hate that caused him to surrender his humanity; a toxic reminder of hate causing a person to look at others as lesser individuals. Just as his hate caused him to render others as lesser beings, so too did his hate render him less than human, and Lorgar noticed that through the Warp. While Angron loved war and blood, it was his hate that truly allowed him to ascend as Daemon Prince of Khorne.

His ascension into Daemonhood is a wonderful microcosm of Chaos: he would no longer be killed by the Nails, but they still caused him great pain. Eternal suffering that only benefits Khorne, thus it is for every pact with the Chaos Gods.

Kharn’s encounter with Kalliston offers a fascinating thought of the World Eaters. The Thousand Son knew of a way to remove the implants and restore the dwindling humanity. Kharn hated the random acts of violence that he would explode into, and Kalliston offered Kharn the chance to free himself, but Kharn succumbed to the rage and the pleasure given by letting the frenzy take him to kill Kalliston, and thus it is for the World Eaters as a whole. The visceral pleasure is what satisfies them, and thus they willingly give themselves to the Blood God, eager to spill blood in his name. All that exists is the next battle, the next body to cut with the chainaxe, the splash of entrails upon the power armor.

Thanks for the question, Necromancer.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

[therobotmonster]

GEYRGRYT - Kharn Saboteur

A mutant under Diabol’s direct command, Geyrgryt is an agile, sneaky creature who can squeeze through any opening big enough for his head... which acts like a can opener to make openings his size..His talent and passion for breaking machines makes him Sgt. Ruck's worst nightmare. 

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GeyrGryt (pronounced “Gear-Grit”) is my first custom from Dollar Tree’s Final Faction line. He’s a simple head-swap and repaint, putting a Kharn Brute head on the Hive Drone body. I used Apple Barrel and similarly cheap acrylics, and plan on clear-coating him once the weather is less humid.

My plan for my Final Faction customs is that they’ll all be “accurate” to the 90s retro style of the line in terms of color selection. 

[asklotarasarrin]

what was your best memory in your service

“There is a thrill in battle, commanding so many and earning my kills. The conversation with my Sire and his sons while in the midst of an engagement... There are many fine memories. Then of course there was the honor of being marked by Captain Kharn, and with it the respect of the Legion. No other laurels compare.”