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They go to a paradise world for the beach filler episode to look at slugs under the rocks in the jungle
#oc#original character#myart#warhammer40k#admech#wh40k#adeptus mechanicus#magos biologis#katrumarius#lyrane#webcomic#ineptus mechanicus#beach episode#she will fall for all the tourist traps too
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It's Pancake Thursday
This time we're cooking with our resident Magos Biologis.
With some characters from AzureTay's Rogue Trader Fanfic that you can find here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47277532
#kemonomimi#nekomimi#felinid#magos biologis#pancakes#pancake thursday#adeptus mechanicus#tech priest#admech
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A message came in.
“Well well old friend, I thought you were still alive. Now someone owes me money. Anyways, need supplies?”
The message started with clear joy, switching a smug, than back to happy.
A pause at the message. Aurelius could barely focus on much as he was attached to the damn wall, using his very energy to keep everything powered. The techpriest Nirisch shifted as he kept the vox to his Primarch's lips.
" ... Supplies... yes, that would be good... " Aurelius spoke, yet it was more of a tired mumble as he did his best to keep his head up. " ... who is this? This is... Ursa Major... "
Nirisch nervously murmured as he held the vox with his servo arm, adjusting the many wires that connected the Primarch's arms, legs and back to the wall of the engine room. " Right... okay, my Lord... um-- ah-- could you ask if they have any sort of auramite? "
A grunt, Aurelius's eyes flicking over beneath his helmet. Auramite? That was rare... they'd be able to get their hands on ceramite, or adamantine...
" ... do you have any possible auramite in your supplies? My techpriest requires them for his masterworks... "
#ask answered.#ic / in character.#forever forgotten // 40k verse.#the loyal priest // magos biologis nirisch.#the forgotten son // primarch aurelius augustus.#anonymous.#ask to tag tw
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The fact that I can tell a Graham McNeill book just by how he writes women.....
#“shes too professional for dating but so beautiful even if she doesn't know it!”#me: wtf??? *checks cover again* oh right#never forgiving him for putting a hot-yet-unavailable big-titty Tech Priestess in Priests of Mars for what????#just to have a female character to describe this way#she wasn't even a Magos Biologis she just looked like that ONLY to be oggled and turn the hero down!#anyways GW hire more women writers please#wh40k
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Meet Magos Biologis Aliraxia Suntiri, hailing from the worlds of Lathe. Rumored to be one of the founders of the Carniculae Forum
Commission art
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Has a 8’7 tall centipede ever stolen your foot soldiers? Man how wacky and relatable!
I mean…is he wrong?
He just finds them neat okay?
Blame the magos Biologis they got him fixated on humans
The first image is based on this goofy meme I lurv a lot
#more magos dooodles to empty my brain#finished works just aren’t my strong suit guys in sorrryyyy#poor storvis can NOT catch a break#far as The magos is returned storvis is being a very bad battle dad to his guardsman 😤#warhammer 40k#wh40k#lazy art#wh40k art#admech#wh40k oc#log & explr#Magos Dominus 40k#commissar storvis
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Captain Tarriel Eleonora Corvinius' trophies from a hunting expedition on Ranur Major that was being attacked by a minor hive fleet designated Coenobita by the Magos Biologis accompanying her.
The head of Carnifex was presented to her by Uraess, her sslyth bodyguard. It is rumored that she later rewarded him handsomely for it.
It is also rumoured that the expedition had other motivations as well, something about gathering fresh biological matter for various, possibly proscribed, genetical experiments conducted onboard the Captain's ship.
The planet, and the Ranur system itself, was later spared annihilation by the combined efforts of Navy, Guard and Space Marine forces.
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A gift for a @norkoartstuff and his Rogue Trader OC that took far longer to do than I had perhaps anticipated.
The shields were probably the biggest hassle. It took me more times than I would like to admit to get those just right, and even then the one for the warrior didn't end up being the shape I had originally intended for it.
If I were to make more of them I'd probably just get them printed and painted faux wood instead. Would saved me a lot of grief for sure.
Or befriend someone with the proper tools than just a figure saw and some sandpaper.
In contrast the painting went off without a hitch, following the Blue Coconut Crab paint scheme video. Mainly because I had the paints for it. Even if I did end up buying some synthetic brushes for it, also never really did get the correct paint consistency down so they got a bit uneven.
I think I did mess up the washa little, both in terms of application and mixing.
One thing is for sure, I would not do this scheme for a complete army. That'd drive me bonkers. Even if I still have some bug juice wash left over.
#painting warhammer#warhammer 40000#warhammer 40k#warhammer#wh40kpaint#wh40k#tyranids#warmongers#Rogue Trader
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I'm going to be honest I forgor there were tech priest types other than dominus and manipulus. Are there others besides enginseer and reductor?
SO MANY
so, enginseers are your basic mechanical techpriest, you may hire an enginseer aboard your ship or on your platoon to help with mechanical rituals and repairs and such
there's also electro-priests, specifically worshipping the "motive force" aspect of the Machine God.
there's three aspects to it, the Machine God as the culmination of all knowledge, of every spirit, of every machine, the Omnissiah, the human representation of the Machine God (usually identified as the God-Emperor of Mankind) and the Motive Force.
the Motive Force is the manifestation of all energy, and Electro-Priests worship it via electricity. there's two sections and they fight a lot
tangentially related are Rune-Priests, who create the circuitry of the mechanicum, the golden runes through which electricity flows
there's also Genators, who are really important since they work in the fleshy side of the Mechanicus, the cloning machinery that create many of the meat for servitors. they also occasionally work in augmentation, and are really friendly with Magi Biologis
there's a bunch others, Artisans, Data-Hoarders, Techno-Archaeologists, but onto the Magi. . .
a Magos isn't really a defined role as much as it's a rank. a Magos is a senior, specialized tech-priest that has dedicated themself and their augmentations to a single, specified duty.
Magi Dominus command the Skitarii and Battle-Automata, Magi Reductor destroy things themselves, Magi Biologis study alien flora and fauna, Magi Explorator search for new STCs, it's a whole thing
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The most embarrassing things ever happened to your OCs.
ohhh its hard but funny
jemerichy: when after the successful mission she was asked to give a speech before the whole cult and it went like IN THE BENINGING and she cried in a corner and refused to speak for two whole weeks
fernka: said falmunction instead of malfunction twice and very loud in front of the whole squad
sarrya: asked a sister of silence on a black ship when there will be lunch
amrita avarelis: she tried to seduce magos biologis five times her age who was treating her spine issues, obviously failed, tried her shot again with young tech adept, and it was such a disappointment on both sides that they never ever spoke to each other after that
jamilya: you saw her face, right? it is not nurgle's mark, when she was young she threw a grenade not far enough, and it exploded into her face. weak ass throw
screw: she fainted before abaddon the despoiler because he asked for a glass of milk and she brought oat milk because there was no milk- long story okay
sandor il'calico: i can't imagine this lady being embarassed, she laughs off most of the stupid incidents
astel: this autistic queen doesn't get embarassed either
hematyla: when her scams were uncovered and she had to explain every scheme to her archon in detail
salvyn: snuck 26 spoons from tertium on mourningstar and it went well until an ogryn lifted her up and gave her a good shake. she refused to explain why she did that
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Magos Leeuwenhoek
If I had a nickle for each time I made a mad scientist bird OC...
A new character has arrived! it is admech.
Have a short bit of backstory :)
After having origionally been recruited as a pteraxii, Leeuwenhoek's natural curiosity and passion for gathering knowledge impressed his superiors to a degree where he got the opportunity to move out of the legiones skitarii and into the cult mechanicus. he joined the Ordo Biologis and traversed their ranks surprisingly quickly, showing great aptitude in the field of human and microbiology...and also a very keen interest in diseases of any kind. The ways in which an organic body can be subject to degradation like that is fascinating to Leeuwenhoek. This might seem like a slippery slope to heresy, but so far he has avoided such a descent. He is keen to weaponise his knowledge against the enemies of mankind, and remains a devout follower of the Omnissiah.
(though the idea of drawing a nurgle corrupted Leeuwenhoek sounds like fun so that might just happen one day)
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Ork gender
I saw another meme.
I have a little bit more time for this one but it's still wrong. Disregarding the fact that the concept of non-binary gender identity requires a notion of a binary gender model to reject so Tyranids at least are no more non-binary than my cat (or the insects that the hive structure is clearly based on). Um, Orks are more complicated.
It doesn't follow that because orks in particular reproduce asexually they therefore have no concept of gender, any more than the human model of gender is an inevitable result of us reproducing sexually. Gender is a system by which humans attribute social significance to physical differences. Orks do this, but they don't do it the same way humans do. Ork gender is quaternary and includes orks, gretchin, snotlings and squigs. All these things are the same species, they're produced through the same spore-based reproductive process, but they exhibit physical differences and ork society attributes social differences based on those physical differences. That is gender.
So uh, orks are non-binary because their gender is quaternary, but that's not how we understand non-binary gender. Anyway.
Humans imposed the human model of sex onto bees and ants and decided that any of these organisms that don't contribute to sexual reproduction are female. The Tyranid hive structure is based on those insects so it's likely that there are organisms within the hive fleet that are responsible for the reproduction bit and chances are the majority of Tyranid organisms don't contribute. Undoubtedly some Magos Biologis has come to exactly the same conclusion about Tyranids and called everything from termagants up to bio-titans Female. Except genestealers. They probably wrote a whole thesis about the ovipositor called Sexing the Genestealer and concluded that Genestealers are male.
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Local Tech Priest Harasses Big FUck With Silly Skitarii Plush
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#does this count as oc backstory content idk#oc#original character#myart#katrumarius#lyrane#webcomic#wh40k#warhammer40k#40k#admech#adeptus mechanicus#tech priest oc#tech marine oc#magos biologis#skitarii#skitarii plush#ineptus mechanicus#quick sketch
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Syndroma Holmiensis
Things are different now. That was the last advice Mikulin's father had given him. The Imperium is the biggest gang on the whole planet. The Night Haunter's gang. Stick with them and you'll do fine, son.
His father had lost an eye in a streetfight years ago and the bribe to fit an augmetic was far beyond their means. Mikulin tried to focus twice as much on the other eye instead, solid depthless black like those of every other Nostraman, as it gleamed with something like desperation combined with raw avarice.
Was it hope, he wondered? Something so rare on the Sunless World that they'd had to steal the Gothic word to describe it exactly. Whatever sibiliant kennings and poetic phrases his ancestors had used to subtly imply the possibility of a better future were gone now. Inefficient in comparison to the language of their new overlords.
Most of the time Mikulin found it hard to care overmuch. His ancestors had mined adamantium and murdered one another in the dark for century upon century and achieved nothing. Built nothing. Created nothing but further generations of void-eyed killers.
Until the Night Haunter came. He who flayed and freed Nostramo, pinned the planet down and eviscerated it inch by inch, block by block, heart by heart and corpse by corpse until nothing was left but order and a full stomach.
Mikulin loved the Night Haunter. Mikulin feared the Night Haunter.
It was natural for him to hold both thoughts simultaneously. He loved and feared his father too, didn't he? A strong provider, working shifts in the mine when the work was there and doing what he had to when it wasn't. But also a monster when he'd been paid and given the money straight back to the company bar.
When he was old enough to work they moved to the nearest great city, Nostramo Secundus. Dear Grey Place, the Adamantite City, a hive built into a vast outcropping of ore-bearing rock that jutted out into the roiling black ocean.
His father had called it a promotion, but the truth came out eventually. The mine bosses were scared that his drunken actions, his too-public offences against the new rules of society, would bring the Night Haunter to them. And the Night Haunter rarely found just one criminal worthy of punishment when paying a visit.
Far safer, therefore, to send the problem away into the teeming masses of the nearest hive city. Losing the work had destroyed his father but Secundus gave Mikulin a new razorgang to run with and all the freedom he was brave enough to steal. And he had the Night Haunter to thank for it.
Mikulin loved the Night Haunter. Mikulin feared the Night Haunter.
Mikulin cared little and knew less of the other demigods who had come later, surrounded by an inferno of blinding light and guarding their father the Emperor. Such events, occurring so far away in the capital, were of little importance to remote grey Secundus. Only the Night Haunter mattered because time and distance meant nothing to him. He could be anywhere on Nostramo, seeing and hearing all in his domain and dispensing punishment to the high and the low alike.
Mikulin loved the Night Haunter. Mikulin feared the Night Haunter.
Then the news reached Secundus that the Night Haunter had left to join his father and brothers in conquering the galaxy for humanity. Mikulin had looked up at the coldly glinting stars and felt a twist of envious fury in his gut. They had taken Nostramo's king from his people and wouldn't even use his name.
Konrad Curze, the Emperor had called him. An alien name from an alien being. Mikulin knew it was the Night Haunter who Nostramo's first Astartes followed into the void, him and no other.
They had tested Mikulin once for suitability. Just put your hand in the box on the servitor's chest. A brief sting and a few moments later the verdict was given - negative. Elevated hereditary cancer risk and other minor genetic flaws not meeting the threshold of mutation, the magos biologis announced before moving on to the next prospective recruit.
Stick with the Night Haunter's gang, his father had said. So Mikulin had apprenticed himself to the Administratum, serving the new Planetary Governor appointed in the Night Haunter's place. One of the first natives to join, they said.
Natives grated in his mind like two ends of a broken bone. We weren't natives before you came, before you took him away. We were ourselves. But things are different now.
The first time he really saw offworlders up close he'd just about managed not to stare, or grimace in the closed-off Nostraman way which, to the initiated, was just as expressive as a scream. Someone has put coins in your eyes, he'd thought irrationally, or broken glass in different colours. It happened sometimes as punishment for people who sold out their gangmates or saw things they shouldn't have.
It took him a long while to accept that it was just how they were, the same way they walked the street wrong, slowly, looking at the sights around them like prey. Behaving like that would get a Nostraman killed but, collectively, there seemed to be an indulgence for offworlders.
They didn't know what the people said or thought about them and they didn't have to care. Often Mikulin found himself hating them, hating their accents and their language at the same time as he learned to mimic both to rise up in their organisation.
The outsiders planned great things for Nostramo in the Imperium. We can make this world so much better, someone with eyes the colour of ice melting into slush told him. Mikulin said nothing.
They built Nostramo Secundus a botanical garden to rival any city in the Imperium. A vast adamantium-ribbed dome of glass filled with a kaleidoscope of verdant colour and shape tended by specialised horticultural servitors, the whole edifice illuminated by numberless ultraviolet and visible-spectrum lamps to allow the plantlife to thrive even on the Sunless World.
On the wall surrounding their creation, where Mikulin had to pass every day to reach the Administratum complex, the offworlders had commissioned some famed remembrancer to paint a mural of a lush, rolling Terran landscape lit by a rising sun and bearing the title LET NOSTRAMO FLOURISH.
The people of Nostramo Secundus hated it and the building it adorned. The cost of entry was high enough to exclude all but the wealthiest and every Nostraman visitor had to wear thick eyeshades or else suffer hours of headache and near-blindness, all just to look at plants. Mystifying.
Mikulin had access to the records of just how much power, water and heat the gardens drew away from the rest of the city. How many hab-tenements could the same resources support instead? He had calculated it once on a scrap of parchment and the answer sickened him.
The Night Haunter would have judged the creation in an instant, razed it to the ground and impaled the builders among the wreckage. Eventually Mikulin came to realise that the gardens were never really intended for him or any other native, only to improve the lot of the offworlders condemned to serve the Imperium on dark forbidding Nostramo.
Once, without thinking, he'd saluted an Administratum superior in the Nostraman way, hand clawed over his heart to say may it be torn out if I am untrue. The condescension and pity in their eyes had struck him like a physical blow.
Damn you all, he thought, eyes stinging with a shame he couldn't begin to process. Take your costume-jewellery eyes and your costume-jewellery Imperium and leave us alone like we always should have been. Our world was already better. We were already better.
Mikulin loved the Night Haunter. Mikulin feared the Night Haunter.
Mikulin grew old slowly, the decay held back by juvenats and technology for as long as the Administratum had the budgetary headroom to provide. Nostramo seemed to rot quickly in comparison. The nobility and oligarchs reappeared with new names and faces but the same blood in their veins, the same corruption in their hearts, and no Night Haunter any more to excise them like a chirurgeon.
He didn't remember exactly when it happened, but one work cycle he realised that the Imperium was no longer the biggest gang on the planet. Work orders, requisitions, suicide statistics, every item of paperwork that used to filter upwards to the Administratum had slowed to a trickle and eventually just stopped.
Mikulin continued to attend the office and the Administratum continued to pay him, but in reality the alternative government of the gangs and nobles had slipped into place like a knife between ribs to quietly usurp both their functions.
Eventually the last offworlders left Secundus. No one would say whether it was voluntary. Their replacements were black-eyed and loyal only to the shifting politics of the warlords they followed. They funnelled the city's sparse resources to pay debts and shore up alliances before the newer, hungrier gangs overthrew them and were consumed in turn by their own children in the incestuous reproductive cycle that was as irredeemably Nostraman as the smog filling up their lungs.
Through it all, Mikulin of the Administratum was present, observed and said nothing. They treated him with something like respect - that rarest of things, an elderly Nostraman.
In the end it was Mikulin who finally closed down the botanical gardens. Let the plants rot and the gangs split the proceeds however they pleased. He left and went back to his tenement, hobbling slowly the same way he did everything else now, and went past that accursed mural once again.
It had been smashed and defaced countless times, the people of Nostramo Secundus giving vent to their fury at the image of an idyllic fantasy they would never possess. The rising sun was blotted out by an arterial splash of black paint and, above it all, someone had scrawled new blood-red lettering to change the painting's title.
LET NOSTRAMO PERISH.
#first story i've written in about 8 years lol#be gentle with me#they call it secundus (what) the adamantite city#of course nostramo has tenements#you can have a few scottish cultural references as a treat#name stolen from Joseph Conrad#just as the founding fathers intended#it makes sense that normie eyes would be equally weird to nostramans#*slaps juvenats* these babies can support so much timeline vagueness#fanfic#fanfiction#writing#horus heresy#warhammer 40000#wh40k#warhammer 40k#wh30k#night lords#konrad curze#night haunter#nostramo#my view isn't that konrad's nostramo had no crime so much as it had a lot of well-concealed crime fyi#neves writes
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@wayward40k continued from here.
Good fortune? Oh, certainly! If Nirisch could play his cards right, he and Aurelius could possibly have access to materials to finally repair the ship! The techpriest seemed to smile when his good eye squinted, his Optic focusing on his kind host.
In contrast to the mighty lord before him, immaculately dressed and well-kept, Nirisch wore old and somewhat worn-- but obviously scrubbed-clean-- robes that had been somewhat frayed and damaged at the edges, his augments old and some may say outdated... or even somehow more lost tech than anything. However, he held a sense of dignity to himself.
" He requests for it to be within three days, " Nirisch replied with a light bow, " he himself needs time to prepare as well, he wants to give the best impression for your family. He cares for appearances. " That was a bit of a lie-- Nirisch knew his lord well, Aurelius hated meetings with anyone outside of his and his siblings' legions. Though, Nirisch would have been proud of himself were he not in the presence of the Lord-- he was nearly finished with the Primarch's limbs! If he could just do the finishing touches... then he could help Aurelius get back onto his feet! Quite literally! Of course, there was the situation of him needing to relearn how to walk, and then the situation of him needing his new armor, but... ahhh, he'll figure it out! He always would!
Nirisch's eye squinted as if he were beaming to the Lord, like he was utterly joyous at his presence. " I must return to the Lord-- will three days suffice for you, sir? I-If it doesn't, surely I could convince him to extend the time to allow your servants to prepare... "
#ic / in character.#forever forgotten // 40k verse.#the loyal priest // magos biologis nirisch.#wayward40k#ask to tag tw
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Another Tech Priest Kitbash I put together for my AdMech forces of Forge World Piiran Prime. This one is Magos Biologis Pite, a brutal geneticist driven to create a perfect skitarii through genetic augmentation.
Magos Pite is a master gene-melder and the creator of no less than 4 new skitarii and servitor archetypes. Despite his high station, The Biologis retains much of his organic form, having kept both hands, both eyes, and some other bits of original flesh on his body. These existing biological components have been augmented instead through eldritch concoctions and genetic alterations, making the magos a man of colossal size, rivaling an Astartes.
One human aspect that the magos decided to eschew in his modifications was empathy. The magos is known to be cruel and brutal more often than not. His laboratory is a slaughterhouse, filled with the bodies of sacrificial subjects and adorned by dark machinery.
#miniature#miniature painting#warhammer 40k#wh40k#40k#adeptus mechanicus#mechanicus game#admech#warhammer 40000#skitarii#tech priest#magos
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Zenrah Zael-55 Magos Biologis of Hellgrace
#art#drawing#myart#digital art#sketch#oc#original character#fanart#warhammer 40k#admech#adeptus mechanicus#warhammer oc#techpriest#character design
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