#zahndrekh

[angoryt]

Does it count as a shitpost if you spend a total of 10 hours on it?

I call this one ✨The model squad✨

Apologies about the quality, I have been trying to fix it but Tumblr fa***ng keeps on degrading it.

[c0gwizard-v2]

It's my birthday. Does it mean something? Not really!

Except you're getting 3 raw positive affirmation stickers

[magistralucis]

the new codex has me heartbroken. rest in pieces

[ghostinthegallery]

I'm a lil unwell today and I saw "fanfic" and "pastry cream" and my brain was like "ah, Zahndrekh is trying to put whipped cream on Obyron. many such cases."

"My lord, where did you even get this stuff?"

"The kitchens, Obyron. Obviously."

*Obyron is suddenly very concerned that Zahndrekh somehow managed to acquire a functional kitchen and functional kitchen staff without his knowledge*

[metashard]

Setekh and Zahndrekh in a tent getting drunk and learning to hate each other, and Obyron being the one protected for once. I wrote this scene a while ago but have no idea nor drive to expand it any further, and it's not big enough for a full fic, not does it fit into the Flufftomber collection due to CW: implications of sexual coercion. (508 words)

“Setekh.”

“Mm?”

“You do know that man is one of my warriors, yes?”

Setekh's eyes narrowed with hunger. “Are you offering? You could order him in here right now. I think I would-”

“All of him is mine.”

But good things never last forever, and Setekh's gaping fishmouth soon sharpened into a tight grin. “You fiend. I should have known a piece like that wouldn't slip by unnoticed.”

Zahndrekh brought his glass up to his lips and took a long, satisfied sip as he waited for Setekh to come up with a response. He appeared to have locked up, mouth still parted slightly with nothing coming out. So that's what it takes to make him shut up.

Make it convincing. “How could I? You've seen him. Like an old god carved from stone - he could pick me up with one arm and carry me across the drill yard without breaking a sweat.”

“Oh, you can't say things such as that, making me think of him sweating.”

“Dedicated. Blazingly competent. Loyal, both to his commander and to his squad. Even-tempered, both on the field and off it. Not smart, perhaps - I don't believe he can read very well - but clever and wise beyond what anyone expects of the average soldier. And he spends a fair amount of his free time working out, even after normal drills. He genuinely tries to be the best he can.”

“By the stars.”

“Beg your pardon?”

Setekh waved his hands at Zahndrekh's face. The gesture was clumsy with wine now; he might not have to keep the act up much longer. “You're getting all soft-eyed. Don't tell me you actually like this man.”

Zahndrekh struggled to close his own stuttering mouth now. “What can I say, competence is attractive.”

“So we're in agreement!” As if toasting some great victory, Setekh raised his glass to Zahndrekh before taking his next sip. “You know… hear me out. Have him summoned, and we could share him. Clearly both of us appreciate him. Why not enjoy him together? I know it's been a while since we-”

“I did say he was mine, didn't I, Setekh?”

“Which is why there's nothing stopping you from calling him here immediately. You're clearly thinking about it.”

“I've considered it. And my conclusion is ‘no.’ I'm not keen on breaking him just for one fun night.”

“What? He's just a warrior! They don't even properly court each other; do you think you need to woo him or some nonsense?” Setekh scoffed.

If he won't stop pawing at the cookie jar, put it out of his reach. “Considering I plan to make him my vargard, yes, to a degree.”

“... You cannot be serious.”

“I'm not keen on getting on bad terms with someone who will be responsible for my food tasters and guard patrols.”

“No, him? As a vargard? He's an Immortal. Surely you would want to take a lychguard. A warrior with pedigree, not a sandborn walking gun-mount. Does he even know how to handle a glaive?”

“I told you, he practices in his free time. I've seen him work with the glaive plenty.”

“I bet you have.”

[dryococelas01]

I've been thinking lately about a particular character archetype that's been really emotionally resonating with me for a while. I've had trouble pinning down exactly why and thought if I rambled on a bit maybe that would help get my thoughts in order.

I'm gonna dub the archetype the Quixote, for reasons that will soon be obvious. Both of my examples are, funnily enough, created by games workshop.

Content warning for, I guess, severely altered states of mind, alzheimers/dementia, insanity, cannibalism and I'm not sure what else. This is a bit of a weird one to tag. I'll put mental illness as a tag even if its a fantasy mental illness rather than anything real.

So I'm gonna introduce the 2 examples first, so everyone's on the same page. They are Nemesor Zandrekh of warhammer 40k and the Flesh-Eater Courts of Age of Sigmar.

So quick Zandrekh crash course. He was part of a race called the necrontyr, they got forcibly uploaded into robot skeleton bodies by soul eating gods called the c'tan and got their souls eaten in the process, becoming the necron. In the process most of them lost all personality, with the nobility being allowed to keep between aspects and the whole of theirs. They then managed to turn on and kill the ctan, and went into a several millenia long sleep. Many of the ones who still had their personalities have odd quirks as a result of their uploads, the long sleep, too early wake ups etc.

Zandrekhs condition is that he does not see the world as it is. To him, his body is flesh and blood. The many aliens and armies he fights are necron rebels and separatists, the mindless robot armies he commands loyal troops.

He has a bodyguard, Oberyn. Oberyn takes care of him. He stands by as his Lord holds feasts of rotten food for prisoners of war he regards as enemy ambassadors, watches his lord attempt to shove food into the flat metal grin where his mouth was. If one of these PoWs or a noble under zandrekh, sick of his nonsense, tried to deal with Zandrekh, Oberyn deals with them.

He stands by him until the end. He knew and loved his lord before they were machines, and he does so now.

(Quick note: some people interpret this as romantic love. I don't but I can see why. To me I have strong recent memories of my dad and me taking care of my grandma whos mind has aged, and that's how I see it. We do explicitly as of the novel Severed have obyron describing it as love). (Second quick note: these 2 are explicitly based on Don quixote and Sancho, one of Zandrekhs old abilities was called something like tilting at solar mills)

That's your crash course on Z. Now the Flesh Eater Courts.

The FSC ars a faction of flesh eating undead ghouls. They are withered and rotten, riding giant bats and undead dragons into battle, devouring the flesh of soldier and citizen alike.

But much like Zandrekh, that's not how they see things. They have a form of infectious delusion.

They are Noble knights. The giant bats are magnificent pegasi, the zombie dragon is alive and majestic, their barren wastelands beautiful and fertile, the hordes of ravenous ghouls the loyal citizenry at their command.

When they invade a civilian village, tearing at their flesh, devouring young and old alike, that's not how they see it. They see a goblin warcamp, a chaos cult hideout, a Necromancers castle. They ride in on their noble steeds, their loyal armies at their back, and save the day. And after? They have a grand feast, peasant and knight feasting side by side on rich and expensive meats.

You get the idea

This archetype so interests me for so many reasons.

Lets start with them as a moral question.

Is The Ghoul Evil? The ghouls have taken part in the butchery of innocents, the slaughter of villages and destruction of homes. They've eaten people and serve the whims of a far less deluded master.

But they don't see it that way. Not only that but they are incapable of seeing it any other way, their senses and minds completely in thrall.

There are plenty of people who do horrible things and see their actions as good, but they have the capability to be different. A violent white nationalist will no doubt say everything they are doing is for some greater good, but they have the capacity to change, they can be something that isn't a voilent white nationalist and there is evidence in the world around them that their views are wrong and abominable.

The ghouls cannot not be ghouls, they can't see the evidence in the world around them.

They can't see their rotten fraying flesh, their sharp teeth. They can't see the farmer they killed, they taste delicious chicken instead of human flesh, drink wine not blood.

They are Noble heroes to their eyes. And there's no way for them to know otherwise. They are doing good, to their eyes.

So is the ghoul evil? I don't think so. Their acts are evil acts, but there is no evil intent to them.

It's a very interesting moral question to me. I'm curious on your thoughts, if anyone sees this.

When the veil lifts.

Nate crowley recently wrote a novella about zandrekh called Severed, from the perspective of obyron. In it he based zandrekh on his experience of a relative with, and I can't remember which, alzheimers or dementia (hence the / in the content warnings).

There is an amazing moment, at one point, that I'm just gonna quote.

So obligatory, spoiler for the novella Severed.

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‘Well fought, old friend,’ said Zahndrekh, with companionable warmth. ‘You really ought to have rested more, but we need to leave. I must commend your rather… straightforward method of dealing with the sorcerer’s engine, and it very much appears to have done the trick. Doahht has gone off like a light, and its legions with it. But without the engine, I fear the stability of the planet itself won’t last, so we’d be much better off in orbit. Are you ready for a short jaunt up to the Horaktys?’

Obyron nearly said yes, but then he remembered the engine’s true purpose. Or what it might have been – it was so hard to recall now.

‘But… our souls, Zahndrekh. The machine… it could give us our souls back. It could give us our bodies. Please, lord, let’s at least take part of it with us, so we can know for sure.’

‘Oh, dear vargard, why do you hold on to such things? You must let the thought of this awful contraption go.’ Zahndrekh put an arm round him in consolation, and continued.

‘Let me pose you this thought, Obyron, in the hope it will bring you ease. What do you think caused you to hold true to me for all this time despite all the power you might have enjoyed through betrayal if it were not a soul? What can love, but a being with a soul?

‘Even if we all ceased to be flesh and blood millions of years ago, which of course I don’t be-lieve for a moment,’ – Zahndrekh actually winked – ‘wouldn’t it have suited us better to live in denial of that, as some fools might say I had done? Wouldn’t it be better, Obyron, just to accept our fate, and enjoy immortality for the everlasting life of merry campaigning it has proved to be?’

Obyron stared hard at Zahndrekh, unsure of what he was hearing.

‘You old bastard. You knew all along.’

‘I knew nothing of the sort, old friend. But since you seem to be labouring under some delusion that you’re a soulless machine, I thought I should at least make some attempt to set you straight.’ Zahndrekh stood up then, and patted his thigh for Obyron to join him. ‘Come now, soldier. Up on your feet, and let’s return to the flagship. If we’re quick about it, we can have this all cleared up in time for a truly astonishing feast.’

Obyron, ever loyal, obeyed his lord. He would have wept, but he had no tears.

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With the authors statement I'd say this is a moment of clarity, not zandrekh having known all along as Obyron imagines. I've seen grandma having many similar ones.

Zandrekh sometimes sees the horrifying reality he lives in, sometimes the fog lifts. And he prefers the fog. There's a lot more to pick apart from that quote but that's what I want to focus on.

Age of Sigmar has a trpg called soulbound, in which you can play a ghoul. If I ever find a play group I will.

Imagine a scenario, out adventuring team has just butchered a village. The ghoul is huddled on the ground, lifting the arm of a murdered young man who tried to defend his home, ready to eat it.

For a moment, the veil lifts. The noble Knight, defender of his people looks around him.

His good freind, the hedge mage, is raising an undead abomination out of murdered civilians. The noble Knight he rode besides has lined up survivors and is draining them of their blood. The beautiful noble lady he traveled with and hoped to court has no flesh, she's a vengeful spirit.

He sees his claws, and sees what he's eating.

Imagine the horror that sets in in that moment.

He doesn't know if he's seeing the truth, or if he's gone mad. If it's the truth then he knows he's a monster, his friends terrors, the people he saved flesh eating ghouls and the people he killed innocent civilians. If its not the truth, then he's gone mad, he's being tormented by some daemon or spirit, he's cursed.

Now, the veil would likely fall shortly after and he'd forget that moment of horror, but let's say it doesn't.

Let's say our noble Knight has a choice. He knows the truth of the matter, and can choose between the veil falling again or staying lifted.

Does he choose to keep it lifted?

I like to imagine I would, that I'd accept the guilt and horror of my existence and past actions and try to be a force for good.

I know that I wouldn't. I would accept the delusion, because fundamentally the horror of what I am and have done would be too much. Reality would break me, so I would retreat and allow the delusion to take me.

I'd like to imagine my noble knight would stand up and become a force for good, redeem himself. He is a noble knight, after all.

Zandrekh sometimes sees past the veil, but keeps acting like he doesn't because the veil is preferable to reality.

It makes a wonderful character moment, something beautiful and tragic beyond my words.

Whenever I think of these moments the veil lifts something in me cries. There's something so tragic about, in the case of the ghouls, someone that is noble, is trying to do good, but is incapable of. Something sad but strangely beautiful about zandrekh choosing to retreat into joy and fantasy rather than face reality.

I don't know how to put it, it just touches something in me.

I don't know, there's a lot more I want to say but I can't figure out how to say it. Hope my rambles were at least interesting.

[supercomputer-lizard]

Sautekh dynasty poll

Some of the best Necron bois

Edit: fuck, I mean Nemesor Zahndrekh, no Nemesor Zahn, the tumblr website closed half way through making the poll and it didn’t save the last part which was Zahndrekh’s part, shiiiitttttttt

[im-not-a-owl]

Zahndrekh : Just trust me. Have I ever put you in an unsafe or uncomfortable situation?

Obyron : All the time.

Zahndrekh : Then you should be used to it by now.

[alex-leweird]

Yup I love necron characters:

Trazyn

Orikan

Obyron and Zahndrekh

Anrakyr

[koi-friend]

“When that excuse had worn thin beneath the grindstone of his conscience, he had told himself that Zahndrekh would never have believed his word anyway, against that of Setekh. Finally, he had accepted the truth: he had not told Zahndrekh because he knew the truth would destroy him.”

Third piece of the series is down! Y’all know the drill by now, speed paint under the cut 💫✨

[horuslupercal]

[angoryt]

Doing a little art dump again.

I want to sketch out what Sannet looks like to me. And then I did the scene where Szeras shows up at solomnec in the silence and the storm.

The second image is just me goofing off, trying to find the way I like to draw Thaszar. My desire for putting necrons in pretty little dresses can never be quenched.

I had a hard time visualizing the clothes in Ghosts, other fanfic. So I just decided to illustrate them myself.

Below that one is a sketch of Obyron taking a nap on Nep’s chest ass the others are goofing around.

These two are very old and as you can clearly see unfinished. The first one is supposed to be the scene in severed where obyron and Zahndrekh are trying to figure out the riddle puzzle to get in to the core.

And the other one I made when the silence and the storm had a particular chapter released that made me emotional to the point of tears for the first time. Thanks Ghost 🫠👍

First one is just a reference I did for Imothk and the other one is my OC Cachet, they are a bit of a fashion geek. Don’t worry about the other fella up in the corner, they are now long gone, hopefully.

And down here below we have our favorite battle fleet armada necrons. I never got to see their full bodies in the play through of the game I saw, so I made the executive decision to try and imagine what their whole bodies look like on my own. I imagine Amarakun being pretty normal and uninteresting down there. And I decided that Zaa secretly has a little tail under a big skirt. Because as everyone know, all astromancers are cats to some degree. 

[c0gwizard-v2]

Necron husbands sketches as an appetiser

[magistralucis]

On multiple reads + depending on how one interprets Zahndrekh's condition this opener is low-key devastating 😭 It's a case of YMMV of course, but if you believe Zahndrekh knows, like... that he chose to play Don Quixote to cope, even though he's always understood the reality he's in, and that Obyron resents their situation and is burdened by his behaviour... it's sad as hell that that he has to ask at all, you know? 'Glad you stayed?' isn't a sad question but the implication could be, if you take it as Zahndrekh's gentle reminder of what they were to each other - and the hope Obyron will find that worthwhile, even through their slow degradation and sadness. This is what made us glorious, Obyron, do you remember? Don't you think it splendid that despite everything, we are still here, and together to claim that glory? I'd like to think so. I think what we have is beautiful. It'll never be exactly as how it used to be, and I'm sorry about that, about me. About everything. But I still believe in hope because you are with me, and it means the whole world to me that you stay. Doesn't that mean anything to you? Tell me, Obyron, won't you stay a little while?

[ghostinthegallery]

We all agree that the reason Obyron and Zahndrekh got their datasheets removed is because they got married and are on their honeymoon, right? And can't be arsed to deal with all this war nonsense? Like yeah fine there's a civil war, but they got their time off approved months ago and the tickets are non refundable.

Thank you @sixteen-juniper for comforting me with this truth 🙏

[im-not-a-owl]

I don’t know if any of you saw this but they are getting rid of obyron and zahndrekh in the new necron codex. Goodbye my Warhammer don quixote and sancho panza you will be missed.