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Heya! For the character asks, if you saved those to get suggestions and not as reference, Hard Mode ones, what do you think about 24, 25 and/or 40?
For any characters you feel would be fitting or generally interesting to analyse in such lense c:
Also hope you have a nice day!
Going to be answering these with 3 seperate OC's because you sent 3 questions :D
24- Marcella Agosti (warhammer 40k)
Marcella is very quick to trust. Because of the whole soul binding thing she can pick up if someone is Corrupted (with a captial C). Generally she gives people the benefit of the doubt and often ( sometimes naivly asusmes that people share her humble just a servant of the Emperor mindset)
25- Trakkus Ebroic- Warhammer 40k
Trakkus was always suspicious of people but after his wife's... Murder by inaction at the hands of fellow Inquisitors. He's definitely more suspecious of *Everyone* and especially Inquisitiors. He naturallly encourages younger Deathwatch Veterans to be suspicious and doubt everything and everyone except those that are part of their Kill-team. The flesh is weak, bonds of freindship and brotherhood are strong. (Usually)
And yes he makes exceptions for people he's close to. His wife was an Inquisitior. It took a lot of emotional strength to shove aside that natural suspecion to form a friendship let alone marry her. He's an Iron Hand, specifically their bullied kid group Clan Borggos so that natural gruffness that comes from the chapter culture is already adding a -100 to interaction rolls
40- Tychon Lelantos (Warhammer 40k)
Being a Cacharodon Astra, Tychon is naturally disturbingly courterus and formal with people. This isn't out of any particular regard for service staff, merely common decency. Like all sharks running around in space Tychon cares little for humans outside of a handful of individuals (like @rowscara 's Ostia and Bean), less so out of any malice and more the sin of omission. Most humans he's dealt with are chapter slaves and besides killing them anything goes with his Chapter's chattel. That colors his perception of things and how he interacs with baseline humans.
He would tip them well though and he certainly wouldn't be a stereotypical Karen. It would certainly be a surreal experience for the wait staff havjng a 7 foot tall transhuman killing machine slide two 20s in the tip jar though.
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Jago Sevatarion
by Zhang Bozi
During his imprisonment, Sevatar is contacted by the Astropath Altani from the Astropathic Choir of the Invincible Reason, who seeks him out to ease his pain and stop his psychic talent from killing him. The girl also warns him that the Altani's contact to a heretic is discovered and the young girl is beaten until her spine breaks by the Master of the Choir - something that enrages Sevatar.
When the Dark Angels initiate transfer of Sevatar to the prison transport ship Remnant of Brotherhood, he manages to escape their custody as Altani takes control of the 12 Dark Angels escorting him. Sevatar makes his way to the Astropathic Choir's quarters and methodically kills the Master of the Choir as punishment for him hurting Altani. He announces to the Dark Angels "I am justice. I am judgement. I am punishment." (from the Lexicanum)
#horus heresy#imperium#space marines#heretic astartes#loyalist astartes#night lords#dark angels#astropath#psyker#warhammer#warhammer 30k#30k#zhang bozi
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commission for @currentlyploughingsimonbelmont
if you want to make your character older and uglier, i am the right person for the job
#plasmdraws#commometer#art#warhammer 40k#warhammer 40000#wh40k#wh40k art#adeptus astra telepathica#astropath
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Horus Lupercal of the Luna Wolves in the Great Crusade (pre-heresy) gigachading at the Strategium of the #vengeafulspirit Like & Follow Aceptando encargos/ Open for Commissions DM for more info #horus #horuslupercal #lupercal #greatcrusade #preheresy #horusheresy #horusheresy30k #lunawolves #primarch #eyeofterra #63rdexpeditionaryfleet #boascomnemus #masterofthefleet #ingmaesing #astropath #maloghurst #thetwisted #warhammer40k #wh40k #wh40kfanart #mournival #sonsofhorus #wh30k #imperialfleet https://www.instagram.com/p/CoxtV6MO5Je/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Choose Your Character
(A small tribute to the many role-playing classes like in dungeons and dragons and a certain horror game that youtube has allowed me to watch and I dig the art style. The game 'Fear and Hunger' has a beautiful art style which I have tried to replicate. Along with my love of Warhammer 40k, I have tried to draw up four classes to look like the old rogue trader art of warhammer 40k. If any warhammer fan likes this and wants to use at as potential role play or D&D stuff, then you are free to use them)
1. SPACE MARINE (BARBARIAN)
Gender: Male
Classification: Adeptus Astartes
Specialize Equipment: Efficient with both ranged and Melee weapons; Bolter, heavy Bolter, Bolt Gun and Chainsword and Power Armor (High defence)
Know No Fear: Being a genetically enhanced warrior, you have seen many horros and are more reisitant to things that would rot the mind.
You are one of the Emperor's angels of death, you fight for honour and glory. You are of the Storm-Watchers Chapter, created in secret by the Inquisition in the Caligari Secter as warriors that fight in the shadows. No one in the imperium, not even other Space Marine Chapters knows of your existence and you wish to keep it that way. Though you can fight all on your own, you do crave some comrade-ship. Even if its from the likes of mortal servants of the Imperium. You have been assigned a mission by the Inquisition of the Caligari Sector, to land on the world of Argamar and route out whatever corruption or xenos taint that may be within the Hive city of Colsectus....or the planet itself.
With a small retenue of the Astra Militarum, you land in the space port of one hive city and make your way down, only that madness seems to have claimed most of the population, and already your team has been wiped out. You easily fight your way past the heretics and traitors only to find yourself alone. Will you continue on alone or will you encounter others who will assist in your mission?
2. ASTROPATH (SPELLCASTER)
Gender: Male/Female
Classification: Adeptus Astra Telepathica
Specialized Equipment: Cannot wear any armour, but can wield items and gear to enhance your psychic abilities (Focusing staff, Lecto Divinitatus Book and Purity Seals)
Spells: Telepathy, Lightning, Telekenisis
Psyker: Though blind, your third eye allows you to see the disturbances and the taint of the warp. You can detect any anomilies before they strike.
You are a Astropath, a specially-trained psychic servant of the Imperium that guides the ships through the sea of souls (the warp). From your third eye, you can see the light of the astronomicum, the phsycic manifestation of the Empeor that lights the way through the darkness of space. It is your responsibility to carry out communication with your supernatural gifts. Your mind is mightier than the sword but it comes at a cost. For your powers can draw the attention of the corrupting influence of Chaos. If not trained properly, you are a vessel for daemons to pour out from the warp into our reality.
You are a delicate soul, and your mind is bombarded with visions of madness that you must control or you will be found wanting. Though gentle as your personality is, you cannot help but jump at every shadow and at every strange noise.
Misfortune struck you, as you awake to find out that you are the sole survivor from a terrible attack on your vessel. All the crew are dead except for you. With no memory of what happened, the Inquisition suspects you of corruption and treason. To atone for this, you are sent to the World of Argamar, where the Hive city of Colsectus has gone dark. You are to find the Astropathic Choir and re-establish communication with the Inquisition.
3. UNDERHIVE GANSTER (ROGUE)
Gender: Female
Classification: Gang Leader of the lower levels of Hive City Colsectus (Formerly)
Specialize Equipment: All forms of pistols and one handed weapons. Can replace power claw with other cybernetic weaponry.
Swift Striker: Has the highest amount of Agility and can strike twice at the start of each combat phase
Originaly born on the world of Argamar to a rich and wealthy noble family house, you grew bored of your life and want to live life dangerously. So you broke ties with your family, left it all behind to join one of the numerous underhive gangs of the city. Through your crafty talents and agility, you worked your way up the ranks and became the leader of one of the gangs, gainign a fierce reputation, at the cost of your eye and arm. Fortune and excitment, you had it all until one day.
The Hive City gangs, criminals and civil population started to act strange and all of a sudden, turned violent. The gangs turned on one another, including your own. You have no idea what is going on, and was forced to slay and butcher your way to safety and sanity back on the higher levels of the hive. You are all that is left of your gang, with nothing else left to loose, you stumble upon those that wish to cleance the city of taint and you migth as well join them. But not before you secure the wealth and title of your noble house family name, and take back of what you had lost.
This sudden outburst of madness and chaos is new to you. And though you have nerves of steel, you canot help but hear and see things in the walls...
4. TECH PRIEST (SUPPORT)
Gender: Unknown
Classiffication: Adeptus Mechanicus
Specialize Equipment: Servo arm, mechanical claw, laspistol arm, built in scanner, optics and fibre nerves.
Praise the Omnisiah: You are part machine and can easily access locked doors and several mechanical functions such as cogitators. You can also repair gear as well as weapons.
Cybernetics: You have a higher defence than those organic flesh creatures. You can even replace lost limps.
Tech-Priests of the Cult Mechanicus are the forfront of all technology within the Imperium of Man. You are one of teh Adepts of the cult of Mars. You worship the machine god and have gone through all the rights and blessings of swwitching most of your fragile organic body, for cold machinery. Any and all forms of technology peaks your interest to such a degree, that even new tech, which can be considered heretical, peaks your interest.
You have heard that there may be ancient machinery from the Dark Age of Technology, hidden away or buried in the Hive City of Colsectus on the planet of Argamar. You make your way to the city, only to find that the civilain population have gone mad. The Guard does not cooperate, and the servitors are not responding to your signals. Despite the strange occurings, you will make your way and join a group of what appear to be the only group that is sane and capable of fighting their way for you.
You goal is selfish as it shoud be. You care not for the emotional trauma of your human collegues, nor do you care of the Astartes objective. But you can assit in repairing their equipment, as you will rely on the party to breach the lower depths of the hive city, and discover what untold secrets that may be lurking far down in the darkness.
#warhammer 40k#warhammer 40000#roleplay#character art#space marine#astropath#tech priest#rogue trader#digital art#digital drawing#science fiction#roleplay character#underhive gang#character sheet#concept art
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My brain thinking about my OCs while I'm trying to work
#anyway thinking about my rogue trader and her seneschal#and my astropath and her guard#they are all i want to draw and all i want to think about
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Fray stepping out of her psicasket but it’s truth coming out of her well to shame mankind. let me cook
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For Warhammer ask. Q: What do you think of Altani? How close did you become during your imprisonment?
«‘I have come for you.’
Overseer Mnemoc’s first word after awakening is a single syllable. He asks what many men in his position might well ask. ‘Why?’
His first word is also his last. Sevatar collars him with his own lash, garrotting the helpless man with the same weapon Mnemoc used to beat the youngest member of his choir until her spine gave out.
Jago Sevatarion is an experienced murderer, well familiar with the force required to kill a man in any way the mortal mind can imagine. He strangles the master of astropaths slowly, lovingly, his gene-enhanced muscles barely straining, using just enough strength to drag out the execution without breaking the psyker’s neck.»
(Aaron Dembski-Bowden. The Long Night.)
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As an IRL obstructive bureaucrat, it saddens me that the Administratum don't have their own military like the Ecclesiarchy or Admech.
I know they control the Ordo Tempestus, but I'm thinking more like a vast army of tanks that look like filing cabinets and stapler-shaped heavy bolters and so on. Power-armoured battle scriveners covered in requisition permit purity seals going on Rectification Crusades to forcibly make reality match with their records.
++ AS PER OUR PREVIOUS ASTROPATHIC MESSAGE THE POPULATION OF YOUR WORLD IS HIGHER THAN THAT RECORDED IN THE ANNALS OF TERRA ++
++ A SUITABLE CORRECTION WILL BE MADE FROM ORBIT ++
++ YOU CANNOT FIGHT CITY HALL ++
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New OC Drop!
Meet Lethyan von Valancius, Rogue Trader! Art is done by the amazing @rowscara, thank you so much for bringing her to life 💗🥰 She looks amazing!! A little bit about her backstory under the cut.
Name: Lethyan von Valancius
Age: late 20s-early 30’s
Homeworld: Voidborn, Lethal Revenant, Frigate Class
Birthdate: XXX.M41
Origin: Psyker - pyromancer
Archetype: Warrior
Triumph: Feat of Greatness - The power of your sorcery crushed a daemon of the Archenemy and drove it back into the warp.
Darkest hour: Shadow of Torment - An error during the sanctioning process brought you many hours of agony, which nearly cost you your life.
Love Interest: Heinrix van Calox/Marazhai
Birth-10:
Lethyan was born on the Lethal Revenant. Her black eyes made her stand up, some welcoming her as a positive sign for the ship, while many others saw her as an omen of bad things to come. For the first 10 years of her life, Lethyan lived as relatively a normal life as any person did living on a Frigate that traveled through space and the warp. In her 9th year, Chaos swept through the ship, tainting those on the lower decks and causing havoc while they waited for the Lord of the ship to send enforcers to quell the evil. Lethyan always knew she was a little different, a little off. Never growing cold, having a knack of knowing things she probably shouldn’t. But when others from a neighboring clan, their bodies twisted and maimed, bones and tentacles growing from various parts of their bodies, started to attack her, Lethyan burned their bodies to a crisp.
10-20:
After the events that transpired on Lethal Revenant, it would be a few years before Lethyan is turned over to the Black Ships to be taken to Terra in order to become a sanctioned psyker. Eight years later, Lethan is ready to undergo the soul-bound ritual to prepare herself for a life of service to the Emperor. However as the trial goes underway, severe complications arise an Lethyan is forever tormented by what transpires. These events leave her unfit to continue the path that had been set out for her, to become an Astropath, her powers and ability to control them are to much to simply kill her. Lethyan is then assigned to work on various ships that would travel throughout the imperium.
20-30:
Traveling from ship to ship over the next few years saw Lethyan prove herself as a sanctioned psyker. Her abilities as a pyromancer were effectively used on and off the battlefield, wherever heresy attempted to reign, those she served used her well. Lethyan was content with her life, accepting her role as a psyker and continuously making sure to keep her powers in check as the effects of her soul binding ritual continued to haunt her. It was during her 27th year that one planet Lethyan’s current Lord had come to was overrun by the taint of Chaos. This attack left Lethyan at the hands of cultists, fighting against torture and torment to survive. It wasn’t until Salamanders came down to destroy the Chaos taint that she was rescued and brought before the Librarians to determine if she was tainted as well. Once clear if any Chaos taint or risk of being possessed by a daemon, Lethyan spent the next several years recovering from what she had been through.
30s+:
After several years of recovery, Lethyan was able to obtain a job on another cruiser ship. She was there for a year before she received a most surprising summons from someone she could not ignore for risk of her own life: Rogue Trader Theodora von Valancious required her presence aboard the ship [ship name I can’t remember]. Her arrival on the ship led to where she is now present day, the new Rogue Trader of house von Valancius.
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Navigators aren't psykers.
They are completely different things.
I think the confusion is thanks to astropaths, since people see it and go "astro path. Star path. Must be the navigator" when astropath is just a combination of astro + telepath
Astropath = psyker that sends FTL emails over the warp. Sometimes daemons eat the emails. Sometimes the emails make them explode. Can use psyker powers and suffer perils of the warp.
Navigator = mutant/abhuman with a 3rd eye, known as a warp eye, that can safely look into the void to guide ships safely in the warp. Surprisly capable against daemons, and most things, by staring with the warp eye.
A ship can do fine without an astropath, it just limits communications to sunlight.
A ship without a navigator cannot go far, at most only being able to do short blind jumps.
Right, yeah. But people also hate, stigmatise and fear navigators for being mutants. Mutants and witches both get hated on. Because the Imperium has no end to things it despises.
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Espern Locarno, the Astropath Navigator.
Fun little mini, even all that scribbledegook on his front. Detailing trim or designs on capes will always be an undertaking.
#blackstone fortress#warhammer 40k#warhammer#games workshop#mini painting#warhammer40k#espern locarno
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The transformation is remarkable.
Perhaps it should have been obvious that this would happen. Tacitus didn’t rise through the ranks of the heretics to a position of leadership by stammering and flinching and deferring to others, after all. It's just that after seeing him curl up over his knees in front of that wretched Inquisition woman, Soren has had a hard time seeing his old friend as anything but fragile, damaged and exhausted.
But all it takes is a week or two of adequate food and sleep, and the transformation is profound.
His candid smile is exactly as Soren remembers it. It has to be forced, but you'd never guess. The sparkle in those black, black eyes takes the inhumanity out of them.
It can't have been long enough for Tacitus to put any real condition back on his bones, but somehow Soren stops seeing the hollows in his cheeks. The tremor in his hands, too. It's still there, if Soren remembers to look for it, but the impression is of steadiness. The same confidence adds breadth to his shoulders that isn't really there.
Only when the mask slips does Soren even remember that it is a mask at all. And those vulnerable moments are rapidly becoming few and far between.
Even when the two of them have privacy, Tacitus is more often the suave, confident Scion of Soren’s memories than the terrified man who confided in him just weeks ago.
In front of others, Tacitus is different again, balancing self-assurance against solemn contrition in an ever-shifting ratio according to the responses of his audience. He makes it seem so natural that only when it's over does Soren think to wonder if Tacitus was always so… calculated with his mannerisms.
Was the earnest candour Soren remembers just the face Tacitus wanted him to see back then, or was there a genuine honesty that's since been burned out of him along with so much else?
For all that he’ll defend the man against the Inquisition, Soren isn't sure how far to trust Tacitus. The crimes he has confessed to are almost beyond imagining, and the weight of other, perhaps worse, deeds unspoken hangs always in the air between them.
And the Warp has marked Tacitus, and Soren is not qualified to tell how much is the expected affliction of the Navis Nobilite, and how much is the corrupting touch of fell powers. Neither medicae nor astropaths have been able to advise him in this. His Navigators would know more, but Soren is loathe to inform them of Tacitus’ origins, and so he remains in the dark.
The most concerning thing is how easy it is to forget – especially when Tacitus is talking – all those marks of inhumanity. And Soren doesn’t know whether it’s his own will that fails – his perceptions clouded by the memory of friendship – or whether something more sinister turns his mind from the contempt he ought to feel.
Tacitus deserves better than he is receiving, that much Soren doesn't doubt. But in the quiet corners of his mind, he wonders if he is being taken in by the self-confessed heretic's charm.
—
It remains unclear to Tacitus whether there is any future that has room for him. But he’s found more hope than he expected in Soren, and he never has been able to stop clawing for a chance at survival. No matter how remote. If he could bring himself to truly give up, perhaps he’d have caused less harm over the course of his brief life so far.
Then again, he also wouldn’t have been able to pull off that last betrayal that Soren keeps claiming makes a hero of him.
He did it for the right reasons, he thinks. But it’s hard not to see it as just another glory to the Gods. A grand betrayal, a scheme to unravel all the schemes of others. The Changer is laughing, tugging back Its contested pawn from the Prince’s grip once more…
It's hard to keep thoughts of the Gods from his mind. When he catches himself he turns his thoughts away, but he catches himself many, many times a day. Their presence feels very near always, as if the Veil is thinned by Tacitus' very presence.
He is not at all sure that it is safe for anyone to keep him this close.
Still, he can't keep from trying to claw out a place for himself. Trying to find the one timeline that threads the needle and allows Tacitus to survive a little longer. Soren talks about sending him away, finding some place for him to shuck his past and evade the Inquisition’s prying eyes.
Tacitus' fearful skin says there is nowhere safe from the Inquisition – but his rational mind says that they are not half as competent as they'd like everyone to think. If they were, they'd never have deployed the utter clusterfuck that was the Fools Lament mission.
And fear is just another trap. When Tacitus isn't thinking of heresy, he's thinking of all the offended forces that are just waiting to catch up with him. Evading them all seems like an impossible task, and if he dwells too long on his unhappy odds he becomes a cornered rat, pacing the limits of his confinement just to remind himself that he isn't chained to the floor. Not yet.
It's a pleasant cell, outfitted to house a noble in luxury, and some days Tacitus is pathetically grateful for that. But it is still a cell.
Soren raises suggestions of powers that might shelter Tacitus, from fellow Navy officers to Navigator Houses that might still value Tacitus' tainted genetics enough to take him in. Tacitus weighs them all against each other and tries not to let the terror speak too loud when it tells him that nothing, nothing will work.
It has been wrong before, it can be wrong again. There may yet be a way out.
And in the meantime he works to make himself indispensable where he is. He is the lead expert – the only expert – on the daemon Anima. He knows the warlord Monarch and the way he thinks. He is versed in the internal politics of the enemy. And he is helpful, so helpful, so eager to assist…
He knows that the Interrogator is still here, somewhere. Soren keeps her away from him, but she hasn't given up. Tacitus is – was – hers.
He's always thinking about what to say to her. What he wishes he could say, if he had the courage to do anything but fall at her feet.
I'll serve. I'll be your creature. If it benefits the Imperium I'll do whatever you will of me if you'll only make use of me.
But if you put me back into storage it had better be well warded because I will open my soul to the daemonic again. I haven't the strength to refuse it, not since you broke my will.
And there's little left of me now to hold off their corruption. Lock me away, and what you retrieve from that cell won't be human.
She won't listen. Even in his fantasy of speaking plainly to her he can't convince himself that she would listen. She thinks she understands the forces she deals with, who has barely wet her soles in the Ocean Immaterial.
He shouldn't fear her. She's practically a child in these matters. If Tacitus could face down the attentions of the drukhari – and he did – he shouldn't fear her. He knows that he is stronger than any pain she can inflict. And yet. She has scarred his soul as much as his flesh, and he fears her.
He supposes he should add overcoming that fear to the list of impossible tasks he must accomplish to survive. It's a long list, and has been for months. No matter how many tasks he crosses off, there always seem to be more to come.
He brushes the clinging, unhelpful thoughts from his mind yet again, straightens his borrowed robes, and checks his reflection briefly for any hint of black flames. It's time for another interminable meeting with the tacticians.
Tacitus knows less of strategy than he pretends, but he is clever enough to keep pace with the experts, and they are all better versed in the glacial clash of voidships than the parry and riposte of conversation. They don't notice when he deflects from the evidence of his ignorance or inexperience. Some of them are beginning to grudgingly respect his contributions.
And he does contribute, he doesn't doubt that. It's some comfort, some more good he can do even as he accelerates down the path to his likely demise. He does value that opportunity.
But more than that, each of these meetings is an opportunity to subtly ingratiate himself to this cabal of decision makers. Soren is on Tacitus' side, and he wouldn't even have this opportunity without that, but the others view him with the suspicion and loathing appropriate to his position.
But for every hour they spend locked in discussion with him, conversing with him, suffering his contrition and his cautious, subtle humour, they are forced see him a little more as a person and a peer, a little less as a monster. Gradually, gradually he is wearing away at that well-earned contempt.
It's the exact same way he wormed his way into the confidence of their counterparts on the other side of the battlelines, and the Gods must be laughing at that.
Worst, Tacitus knows that when They pull his strings and call on him to change his coat yet again, he is highly unlikely to choose anything but survival. It's what he always chooses. He can't make himself stop.
#verse: 40k#au: victory for the imperial navy#tacitus#soren#feeling nostalgic for tacitus#so here have this continuation of something I haven't touched in yonks
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Mission week 4
---//Astropathic-Transmission//---
---//Origin: Planetary Governer Guyus Luther Goruros Bahara VII//---
The Martyr's Gate has been recaptured, and the walls are holding. The knights of the Honorable House Nox have managed to grind down the Inquisitorial assault for now, giving my PDF troops time to establish fortified positions on the eastern fronts. The Heralds of the Chalice spoke true of reinforcements, with them coming from the Ba'al system no less. We're honored to host the Lord Regent, I only had wished our situation were never as dire to meet the man.
The Heralds and the Templars have lead an assault on the southern front. While the templars were repelled by the Cadian 153rd, however the Perlian 1st, that had previously lead the assault that captured Martyr's Gate, had been pushed back beyond their established staging ground. The Chief Librarians of the Heralds and the Blood Angels investigated the first ground we managed to regain, and made some worrying reports about the presence of the Arch Enemies on my world.
As for the rest of the fronts... The XIVth legion has repelled yet another assault by the Inquisition; despite our hopes that our misguided opponents would aid us a little wile longer in their distraction. The Sororitas contingent has also gotten some reinforcements from Ophelia IV, as the High Abbess was seen on the battlefields fighting against us. Though, despite the confirmed reports of the presence of a High Lord, unlike the several claims that several High Solars are besieging me themselves, Lady Vahl served as a high chance to gain an audience with the High Lords. Unfortunately, we weren't able to establish any contact.
By His golden light, old friend, I beg you expedite the timeframe for the meeting with the High Lords, my people's corpses are already massing in the millions.
The Emperor protects.
---//Astropathic-Transmission End//---
#warhammer 40k#warhammer#warhammer 40000#40k#imperium#wh 40k#space marines#adeptus astartes#40kart#adepta sororitas#imperial knight#astra militarum#death guard#40k Crusade
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