#gregor eisenhorn

[varliona]

I need him so bad

[moociaoafterdark]

Baseline workout vs Astartes workout

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

The Magos Cover Art by Johan Grenier

[vspin]

Welp...Eisenhorn trilogy was fantastic....thank you Dan, I have suffered severe psychic damage

What a fantastic study on the lure of radicalism

"Maybe the real heritics were the friends we made along the way" - Gregor Eisenhorn

The ending was kinda abrupt though? In terms of what happened to his retinue and Gregor? Is this continued in the other series?

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

All psykers are submissive Femboys.

If Gregor Eisenhorn saw this ask he’d shoot you and then himself

[pheedraws]

back on my Jason Isaacs as Eisenhorn propaganda

[circeius-invidioso]

After coming across this excerpt, and having read 2 of Eisenhorn's short stories I started noticing, and dare I say. Seen a pattern in the people he chooses to surround himself with.

An old man that kickstarts the adventure into gear.

A sexy lady, probably clad in something skin tight or a corset. Yes you will have a full description of her in the outfit.

A caveman with big gun.

A sneaky caveman with small gun.

A caveman caveman the comic relief caveman, the cave jester of the cave system.

The caveman that says bitch, pussy and other gentlemanly words but god forbid someone says fuck. This is where we draw the line...

The number of cavemen fluctuates between 4 and 6 depending on the demands of the mission. But there can only be one sexy lady.

One day I will read the first book. And I swear if the pattern keeps on going there I will make a bingo game for Greg.

[smashorpassgilf]

[gingerfan24]

I love how the 40K fandom has collectively decided to start calling Gregor Eisenhorn “Greg”.

[pleasantdelusionexpert]

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Warhammer 40k (Novels) - Various Authors Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ciaphas Cain/Ibram Gaunt, Colm Corbec/Ibram Gaunt, Ibram Gaunt/Elim Rawne, Colm Corbec/Hlaine "Mad" Larkin, "Try-Again" Bragg/Oan Mkoll, Elim Rawne/Murtan Feygor, Gregor Eisenhorn/Ciaphas Cain Characters: Ciaphas Cain, Ibram Gaunt, Colm Corbec, Elim Rawne, Hlaine "Mad" Larkin, "Try Again" Bragg (Warhammer 40.000), Oan Mkoll, Gregor Eisenhorn Additional Tags: Intimacy, Implied Sexual Content, kinda...I guess, Fluff, Romance, Tooth-Rotting Fluff Summary:

These are Little Oneshots about some of my favourite ships in the Warhammeer 40k unverse.

english aint my first language, so I apologize about misspelles and such.

I'm just a girl...

[varliona]

I actually just enjoy drawing him.

[fumkinbeenz]

I saw this random image on Pinterest and it called to me

[janesmitish]

Jesus christ Eisenhorn...

What a way to start the second book, geez.

[vspin]

Damn guys I want to play this so bad. I heard it's awful 😂😂

[miidama]

Eisenhorn 8

Send me a character + a number from 1-10!

I hope this is okay! Colors were a bit funky, but hey, it's the point of these challenges after all lol. Tbh, I kinda enjoy drawing grumpy older men. The shadows on such faces can be fun to do!

[a-wayfairing-stranger]

The problem with Fathers.

Leonardo Eissenhorn had been imprisoned his whole life it seemed, first by his parents, Being the only son of a Inquisitor truly wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, one had to be careful of kidnappers and assassins and Wrap knows what else, then ironically, by the Inquisition, Age twelve he was whisked away to a black ship for the unforgivable sin of being a psyker, He knew he owed his very life to his name, all though being stuck in a ship for the rest of his life was hardly any better than death, and now, he was hidden away by his parents once again, confined to the Eissenhorn estate to wander the grounds for hours on end, just as he was doing now.

He sensed his Father, Gregor, before he heard him, felt his presence against his skin like the patter of light rain, cold against his flesh.

“Leo.”

Months gone, and he returned expecting open arms, typical of him, Always leaving and coming home as if no time had passed.

“Inquisitor.” 

A sigh, and Gregor stood next to his only son, watching the lake in front of them, the water was calm but there was a storm radiating off the younger man, anger and hatred, Gregor couldn’t blame him, The boy hated that his Father had allowed him and his sister, Calpernia to be dragged away to the black ship in the first place, He couldn’t blame him, he still hated himself for that too.

“Your sister told me I’d find you out here.”

Silence.

“Leo..You can’t ignore me for the foreseeable future.”

“Can I not?” Leonardo turned to face his Father, his own eyes stared back, only they were more tired. “You are hardly here to ignore.”

“And for that I apologize, but you know how my job-”

“Is more important, Yes, I know.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth.”

Leonardo stared at the lake’s placid surface, ripples began to spread out from the point where he starred.

“Nothing is more important to me than you or your sisters.” 

The water jumped into the air as if from a geyser and Leonardo turned to Gregor, how dare he lie? 

“Don’t lie to me, I’m not one of your subordinates.” His voice was trembling with barely contained anger “Or is that how you see me? A filthy witch to be looked down upon?”

“You forget that you inherited your abilities from me.”

He was calm, so fucking calm, his face a stone mask as always.

“You passed on a curse you mean..” Leonardo turned back to the water and calmed himself, the water calmed as did his rage “And now here I am, a dog in a cage.”

“Get a grip Leonardo.” 

The Inquisitor rubbed a hand through his hair.

“You are hardly rotting away in a cellar, look at where you are.” 

He was right, damn his eyes to the void, he was correct.

“Cali doesn’t mope around feeling sorry for herself, take a leaf from her book.”

“Cali is an idiot.” Leonardo shrugged “She spends her days painting and playing piano…”

He fixed his eyes once again on his Father

“Singing your praises.”

“I know you hate me, Leo.”

His Father extended a hand, and hesitated for a moment before placing it on his shoulder

“I spent a decade hating myself for allowing you and your sister to be taken away, I woke up every morning wishing I had done something and went to bed thinking of the pair of you.” His eyes smiled, his face was incapable of doing so, Leonardo felt warmth coming from his palm “I wanted, and still do want, my son back.”

Leonardo wanted to punch him, to scream in his face, to do something to show him that he wasn’t forgiven, that he’d never be.

But that wasn’t true, so instead he allowed himself to become that scared little boy again, the one who would sit at night in his cell waiting for his Father to come rescue him, and he hugged his Father in a tight embrace.

Gregor Eissenhorn hugged his son back, and pretended not to notice the sobs that followed.