#warpspace

[m1lkyw4yw1sh3z]

LAST SPACE ANGEL TO FALL

Decided to draw some art of our scenecore Aereis OC, Warpspace, in light of the upcoming aer update in Creatures of Sonaria.

[pixelzprince]

INHABITANT OF AFTER

Trying to achieve the somewhat crunchy overly saturated style of lighting/shading that reminds us of old 2000s emo art lol

[vintagerpg]

In 1988, Games Workshop released Realm of Chaos: Slaves to Darkness, the first of two exhaustive sourcebooks on Chaos. It’s an all-purpose sourcebook for two of the four ruinous powers: Khorne and Slaanesh. There are army lists for Warhammer Fantasy Battles and information one demons that is useful for GMs of Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay. Perhaps the most interesting thing about this book is that it serves as the introduction of Chaos into the 40,000 universe, revealing that warpspace, the dimension used for fast interstellar travel, is in fact, the Realm of Chaos — the same hostile reality the Empire of the Old World struggled to banish from our own in 40K is regularly exploited as a highway system.

In the worlds of the Warhammer universe, Chaos is the ultimate opponent. In Warhammer Fantasy, I feel like Chaos represents the human impulses that undermine civil society (the veneer of which in Old World is incredibly thin). Whatever the faults of the Empire, it is preferable to the violent dissolution of Chaos, which takes the role of a Dark Power pretty typical of fantasy lit. In 40k, though, things aren’t so simple. The Empire is a fascist monolith and Chaos, repugnant though it may seem, is the antidote for that oppressively ordered “civilization.” Sort of. This conception of the late ’80s is way more interesting and complex than I ever really gave Warhammer credit for (and I think has been consistently eroded away in the name of uncomplicated commerce in the years since).

Anyway, what amazing books. Just jammed with stuff. Lists, mutation rules, all the traitor legions associated with Slaanesh and Khorne. Above all, though, the art. So much, so gnarly, by a GW murder’s row: Ian Miller, Tony Ackland, Gary Chalk, Martin McKenna, John Blanche, Russ Nicholson and like a dozen more, with John Sibbick on the cover. If there was a fever-pitched height of GW aesthetic, its Realm of Chaos. (Also, bonus: the gargoyle from HeroQuest makes quite a few appearances!).

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

For the same reason that a null doesn’t feed into the warp when they experience emotions; they lack a “soul”, or psychic presence in warpspace, so there’s nowhere for the emotions to go, so to speak.

[soraka-in-warhammer40k]

"SOME OF THESE PIECES ARE NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO GO TOGETHER LIKE THIS! This is NOT fine! I fear this calls for drastic measures..."

She gave no explanation of what such measures would be, but the fact that every psyker in their immediate surroundings started to feel like they were standing close to the Well of Eternity might be an indicator to what she was about to attempt. Any nearby demon or warpspawn would be overcome with the instinct to flee, lest they'd experience true death as their very pattern would be made undone. Perhaps not the smartest thing to do while with a demon primarch in a cramped enclosed space...

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*quietly considers if bonking the Primarch unconscious with her staff would make the situation less awkward*

Magnus folds her wings as tightly against herself as she can and looks down at Soraka. Both of them could easily get out of this situation with their abilities. She wondered why she, personally, decided to get in an elevator in the first place. She always hated how cramped they were. Especially with her stature. "This damn thing always seems to vex me whenever I get in one." She muttered, mostly to herself.

[aveimperatcr]

Open Starter.

Deep within the farthest depths of the Warp where even the mightiest of daemons dared to tread, there was an odd domain that had formed ever since the Emperor had cast his humanity aside to properly defeat Horus-- while the Emperor himself did indeed still sit upon the Golden Throne, a part of his mind sat, lingering within the Immaterium and Warpspace, battling Chaos every second he could.

He sat in the darkness, in the ever-changing Chaos that threatened to rip everything apart. Except, where he sat, there was a small area around him that represented just what he was-- nothing changed, nothing crumbled or rose again or morphed, but instead stayed still, orderly.

His soul still had the deep wound within its torso from the battle with Horus, and far more wounds that only mirrored the continued decay of his Imperium, which was only further mirrored in this one small pocket of respite... and he could sense a presence, which made him hold his breath to focus his mind just the smallest bit.

Who went so far as to search for the Golden God's humanity, in the deepest depths?

[echthr0s]

Wh40k has a term, "realspace" (the material universe; differentiated from "Warpspace", the immaterial dimension), that I am strongly considering adopting. The thing is... I'd be using it in the exact opposite way -- "realspace" (the immaterial dimension in which the Configuration exists; differentiated from "consensus reality", the material universe).

[theratking21]

Slipstreams power up!

Warpspace!

[solarzilla]

wip of the first page. Making the ray shifting look a bit similar to trans warpspace seen in beast media. CHALDEAS was kinda hard to draw with the whole rotating halos around it, with the little screens showing off locations that major tf events occur in as singularities

[alpha-kid-au]

Chapter six, training, And pizza.

The mountaintops of Williams dimension are still drenched in the light of the full moon, as the sounds of battle echo through the valleys, as William is training G in the ways of combat

G strikes down at William, but he jumps out of the way. And as G lands, William kicks him into another mountain.

G got out of the wall and jumped back at him, bouncing from mountain to mountain.

He fired bones at him, which he dodged, but while he was distracted, G swung at him with the strings, so he jumped as G was about to hit him, and then he kicked him into the ground.

As William pulled G out of the ground he said "wow, you're doing a lot better than the first day we'd trained." As he dusted off G, and made sure he didn't hurt him

"Ugh, it just still seems so hopeless to defeat you though" G spoke annoyedly, as he stretched.

"Remember, the goal isn't meant to be "defeat me", it's meant to be improvement, which you have in spades." William said as he dusted himself off.

"I know but… it doesn't feel that way" G said, sitting down, as he got ready to eat his lunch

"Oh, you hungry?" William said as he sat down too.

"Yeah, it's just been a lot," G replied.

"Hey, would you wanna eat at my palace?" William suggested, putting his hand on G's shoulder. "I don't cook much but well, I can, if you don't expect anything magnificent."

"Are you sure?" G asked as William got up and said "of course! I mean I've been teaching you after all, gotta make sure you're not hungry. Come on, let's go." As G got up, and said "sure."

They both flew over on Williams' horned blaster, over the hills as they came to the large castle, weaving in and out of the mountain, some rooms visible, some not.

As they entered the hallway through the columns, they went down the hall, and after entering a smaller chamber, they went to the right leading to a hall with a large table. It seems to be dusty from lacking use, however.

"Whoa! How did I never know about this room before? Your place is massive!" G spoke into the echoing halls of the dining room.

"Y-yeah… I don't use most of it often" William said, grabbing his arm, as he continued down to the kitchen.

"You can do whatever you want, I'll try to make an actual meal, I'm used to just making cookies." He continued as he walked to the kitchen.

"Well I don't have much to do, I could help you make food." G suggested.

"Huh? Well what do you know how to cook?" William asked, as G perked up

"I can make pizza! Hunter and Nightmare taught me." As he walked over.

"Well I don't have those ingredients… Give me a sec." William said, disappearing into the warpspace.

After about five minutes he comes back with all of the ingredients he would need.

"Alright, let's make pizza I guess." He said as he smiled lightly.

As they headed into the kitchen, G saw a rather normal sized kitchen, as surprising as it is with the size of everything else, you would expect a kitchen the size of a restaurant's, however it isn't.

"This is my kitchen. We should get started! We'll need mixing bowls right?" William said as he used telekinesis to grab multiple bowls, cutting boards and a baking sheet, alongside a rolling pin and any other things they would need.

"Woah! That telekinesis is cool, can I learn that?" G asked, as William laughed,

"Well, probably. My control of telekinesis is far greater than even others with my same power, so it is unpredictable how good you could be with it." He responded.

"What do we do now?" He asked, as they made lunch.

Once they finished making food, they sat down, and ate.

"It would appear we have both learned something today,l." William said as he giggled and ate

"Yeah… I guess so" G said as they ate.

- later -

They're training again on the mountains, G threw bones, and fired blasters, to no avail.

So he summoned dozens of bones behind him, attached them to strings, flinging them at William, and as he was about to dodge, G surrounded the area with blasters, trapping him.

And as all the bones landed, he celebrated, "YES! I did it!" As William responded,

"Well, it could use some work, but I might be able to start using magic soon" he winked as he got up from the ground.

"Alright, I think that's enough for today bud, you can go home." William spoke, smiling.

As G said his goodbyes and went off to his home, William sat in-between the columns of the hall, as he somberly stared out into the infinite expanse.

[forgottnseccnd]

It almost sounded like an oath, indeed, to Aurelius-- of a clear, unfaltering duty... it reminded him so much of the old days, and he could just imagine it. Space Marines, swearing their loyalties, to never leave their Primarch's side-- of flying banners and glints of gold in beautiful starlight... How long it had been...

Aurelius snapped himself out of his thoughts when the caveats were shared with him. Ah. Right. Energy reserves... as he would be out of warpspace, not in the realm of one of the Chaos Gods. Though... Aurelius could certainly help with that with what little energy he had to spare... but he wouldn't mention that. Not right now. For now, though, his attention was brought to the crystalline tray that made itself known-- it bewildered him, at first... but he silently chose to accept the fact it appeared. After all, he had seen far stranger in his time.

The Primarch let himself slump, allowing gravity to pull him down in some attempt to be closer to Serge. While he didn't realize it, and certainly couldn't show it due to his helmet, he was faintly smiling.

" ... Well, then I pray you forgive me for my lack of socialization skills. Unfortunately, I did not take advantage of practicing them during my prime years. " He replied, though it was hard to tell if he were jesting or not. The second part of what Serge was saying, though, made him soften up further.

" The world can be cruel like that, can it not? With the hand that fate has given you-- it would be hard to socialize. After all, it is human... no-- mortal nature to seek companionship with others, to find others who understand. But fortunately... I am one who does not wish to follow fate to the exact letter. Sometimes, the stars change their alignment. "

... He trailed off after such a statement-- his eyes had focused on the teapot, his lips pursing.

How long had it been since he last had anything to drink? Of course, with how long it had been-- it would have undoubtedly killed a normal man, being starved and dehydrated for so long... but Aurelius was not a normal man. He fought tooth and nail to make sure Nirisch could still be hydrated and continue on without feeling the pangs of hunger.

" ... may I have a cup? The stasis field will get in the way... but you should be able to dispel it by pulling the lever of the cogitator across from me. You can turn the bolts upon my neck counter-clockwise to loosen my helmet from my neck. I will warn you... I will most likely bleed... I cannot remember the last time I had any sort of beverage grace my lips. "

Serge’s expression softened, again empathetic with the tortured Primarch. Granted, his own seclusion had yet to last even a fraction as long, but for the social butterfly that the man was? Agony.

“I’ll stay,” and the words sounded less a statement and more an oath of sorts. Then, the daemon couldn’t resist a charming grin as he shared the caveats that came with the request, “as much as I can, anyways. I might get called away. I might run out of my own energy reserves. But, I can always pop back in once I’ve recovered - with your permission, of course.”

Serge shifted how he was sitting, falling backwards while crossing his legs. He turned to one side, reaching for a teapot that sat atop a crystalline tray that had appeared within a blink, as though it’d always been there, simply overlooked until attention was drawn to it.

“I would be delighted to speak with you on near whatever matter you wish. Or, I can sit here and listen to you.  Or, we can both sit here in comfortable silence as we float through the void,” he chuckled. “Socializing, it… it helps me, I think. Just being around people. But that’s… a bit too dangerous to try on most worlds, heh.”

It wasn’t even usually the Imperium that he had to worry about. Sometimes it was the cats.

[pixelzprince]

Behold, our collection of Warpspace screenshots from the last 30 minutes that the old aer model was around-

Rip the aer's ability to pick up fruit/plants. We really liked that because the melon looked like a beach ball (sort of like marx's beach ball!!)

Screenshot 2 seconds before the server crashed when the update dropped D:

[40kmemes]

when the Gellar Field fails

[paulgadzikowski]

Starfleet likes to name things with themes. For instance, all the California-class second contact ships in Lower Decks are named for cities in California.

So, watsonianly and/or doylianly someone decided that rivers are somehow symbolic of DS9's mission. But I'm sitting here trying to think of why and I'm stumped. Because the wormhole is like a river in warpspace?

Any reason all the runabouts are rivers?

[secretdoorprojects]

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[macgyvertape]

Talon of Horus thoughts (spoilers)

Why did I read this: r/grimdark recommended the book with “Love the part where they find a crashed Imperial ship ... and the slow realization they've been in Warpspace a very, very long time. When they hear that the Imperium worships the Emperor … that gets a solid ten minute laugh out of all of them.” (turns out thats the 2nd book)

What I enjoyed: the first half of the book is Khayon’s slice of life (going through the motions) while living in grimdarkhell, then he meets Abbadon and he’s suddenly ride or die for this guy.

I haven’t read anything before with Khayon or Abbadon but I thought this was a good intro, so it's been interesting to see other people's opinons who have read a lot of TSons books.

Notes:

The book opens with Khayon saying every word is true yet he immediately follows it with “I had nothing left to lose. Everything I’d treasured was dust at the mercy of history’s winds”, which is proven untrue over the course of the book. Khayon sacrifices or loses a lot in service to Abbadon and the Black Legion (what remains of his sister, his ship, his Power Axe Saern, his wolf Gyre). It has me wondering how much is this Khayon lying to himself vs the author seeing it differently.

Khayon has a lot of musing on daemons and the warp, how it works which I found an interesting contrast to the few other CSM books I've read.

Abaddon gets introduced as this dude whose been living alone with hair he's stopped taking care of, just accumulating hoards of stuff and picking up homebrew as a hobby. I don't know if depressed is the right word to characterize him for all he reminds me of myself. He was described with "a smiling voice" and I was surprised by how personable he was since I only knew him through fandom flanderization.

I wasn't expecting the twist that Nefertari had been dead this whole time, but I suppose it's yet another aspect of the past that Khayon clings onto discounting how it's been transformed. I really got the sense in the first part of the book that Khayon found himself in a limbo (just like the limbo hell he's physically trapped in) where the past torments him but he can't let go and move forwards until he meets Abbadon.

I've mostly read Alpha Legion, Night Lords, and Iron Warriors books for CSM so idk why I expected loyalty but from the beginning the Ezekarion is lying to each other. Makes me wonder what lies Khayon is being told.

“This is what it is like to live within a Nine Legions warband. To see things that cannot be possible and pursue answers that may never come. To wonder over the state of your brothers’ souls, knowing they doubt your sanity in return. Loyalty is everything, yet trust is the one thing we so rarely have. ‘Nothing,’ I replied. ‘A momentary distraction. All is well.’ That was the first time I lied to Ezekyle. He knew I lied, yet I sensed no anger or threat of reprisal. What I sensed from him was a slow pulse of approval. A test passed. An offer of trust given and accepted. I was not lying to him, after all. We were both lying to the Justaerin.”

Is Abbadon's main strategy throwing large spaceships at a planet and calling it speartip? I’m not sure if this was published before he did this at Cadia with the Blackstone fortress but he does it here as well with Khayon’s help.

Wasn’t expecting Cloned!Horus in the last 20 pages of the book. It feels like Abaddon has dad issues but in large parts from Horus’ failure at the Siege and being turned into a walking Chaos puppet. It's interesting Abaddon says this:

“I was fortunate that day. Not just because I survived a battle with a demigod that should never have been fought, but because I heard Abaddon’s last words to his father. With a slow, smooth withdrawal, he pulled the Talon clear of his father’s body, and the moment before Horus fell – the moment before the light finally went out in the primarch’s eyes – Abaddon whispered five soft words. ‘I am not your son.”

But then makes the Black Legion symbol the Eye of Horus and takes up Horus' signature weapon the Talon of Horus and leaves it unchanged. I want to read a lot of Abbadon Daddy issues meta posts