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Motherhood: The Tale of Three (W30K OC-Centric)
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Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
This is the continuation of the winning votes from my Motherhood Snippet thread.
This story features the tales of three immortal woman, who by a turn of fate, all come to raise three specific Primarchs.
They are:
Lion El'Jonson, now known as Crown Prince Mordred
Sanguinius, now known as Gabriel of Baal Secundus
Magnus the Red, now known as Solaire of Prospero
The Lost Second Primarch is known as Ignatus Ennyn. The Second Legion are the Heirs of Fire.
The Lost Eleventh Primarch is, by reader vote,an unknown Blank [FEMALE] Primarch. The Eleventh Legion has yet to be renamed. named Illyria Remalia, blood daughter of the lost eleventh Primarch, Remus Remalia. The Eleventh Legion is now known as the Darkmoon Blades.
This will be a work-in-progress and I will often leave tidbits and out-of-story clues and information in non-indexed posts. Such info will be indexed in the Sidestory, Media and Informational Indexes.
From here on out, let's enjoy the story of these three-ish immortals. Feel free to ask questions, offer suggestions and hope that the Heresy is just a fevered dream of mad prophets.
This story features the tales of three immortal woman, who by a turn of fate, all come to raise three specific Primarchs.
They are:
Lion El'Jonson, now known as Crown Prince Mordred
Sanguinius, now known as Gabriel of Baal Secundus
Magnus the Red, now known as Solaire of Prospero
The Lost Second Primarch is known as Ignatus Ennyn. The Second Legion are the Heirs of Fire.
The Lost Eleventh Primarch is, by reader vote,
This will be a work-in-progress and I will often leave tidbits and out-of-story clues and information in non-indexed posts. Such info will be indexed in the Sidestory, Media and Informational Indexes.
From here on out, let's enjoy the story of these three-ish immortals. Feel free to ask questions, offer suggestions and hope that the Heresy is just a fevered dream of mad prophets.
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Motherhood 1 - Childhood is Fleeting
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
You look upon the wastes that were once verdant pastures and ruins that once were home to the greatest minds of the age. You look upon a world broken, not by the warpstorms that plagued the galaxy, but by the madness hidden with mankind.
You sighed into your palms, remembering how your companions were mutated by the explosion of warp energy. Their forms broken by flailing limbs and grotesque growths. There was so little you could have done, even with your immense psychic might. You could have called upon the full might of the Immaterium if not for the storms.
Damn them. Damn them for their arrogance…
The Eldar had committed to their...fertility ritual in an attempt to bolster their population across the galaxy. But instead, their ritual of debauchery had birthed...something. Whatever was born, it had rivaled the Three in both power and scope. Its very birth had churned the Immaterium into becoming the cataclysm that shattered the galaxy.
You...you had plans to implement if you were going to save mankind. Plans you wish you weren't necessary.
You sighed once more and wished Eve was here.
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Childhood is Fleeting
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The Handmaid Bears the Angel
Superhuman or not, all babies pooped. Even the so-called genetically perfect children of the rich and famous had to take a dump sometime.
Which was why I was worried.
Little Gabriel, winged wonderboy, had not pooped once in the past three months. Oh, he pissed like a normal kid, ate thrice as much as any other child in the tribe and seemed to grow in bursts. First, he was a babe who sipped happily upon scorpion venom...he used the stingers like bottles, didn't have a problem with drinking enough venom to kill several grown men and it's not like the water was much better in terms of toxicity.
The whispers from her tribe were troubling at first and the whole 'take-him-away-from-your-abuse' phase had long since passed. It hadn't lasted long when he had his growth spurt and hurled his 'rescuers' across the room. The part where he had toddled back to me was absolutely adorable. His chubby legs wiggled as he waved his arms and flapped his fluffy wings.
Sadly, the cute and adorable phase ended all too soon. Mere weeks, actually. He popped up a foot and a half, could talk in complete sentences and was learning to use his wings for things besides hiding venomous creatures and absconded weapons from my sight. He was finally learning to fly.
"AAAAAHHHH! Sorry! I'll fix it, I promise!"
"Did you just fall out of the sky?!"
"Let's try tha-Ouch, I'll fix that too!"
I really wished I had a vid-recorder right now. Watching a gawky teen with oversized wings repeatedly crash into buildings (and destroying them) was really entertaining.
"Gabriel, you clumsy oaf!"
"I'm sorry about your tower!"
I probably should have named him Heracles. But that was a joke no one else would really get in this age of man.
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The Queen Bears a Son
The boy was a blessing wrapped in the most perfect of forms.
Without a doubt in my mind, Mordred was everything I had ever wanted in a son. He was eager to learn and eager to please. Any lesson I imparted upon him was not only learned, it was investigated with such enthusiasm that I often wondered if he would surpass me in my pool of knowledge despite the age gap. What he did not learn in an afternoon, he mastered in a week.
And his growth rate was astounding. In a mere month, he was larger than most men despite his boyish appearance. At the end of his first year, he towered over even my Knights. He engendered such loyalty and devotion amongst our forces, spurring them to greater heights. With the new surge in both technology from the Gorgon's innovations and the added forces, our empire would soon have no equal.
Mordred was the son I wish I had been, all those ages ago. Perhaps Father would have accept-...
I screamed in surprise as I was lifted from my horse. The wind whipped at my face and my stomach dropped as I and my kidnapper leaped into the air. The brief moment of weightlessness ended as I gripped his long flowing locks, screaming above his booming laughter.
"Mordred! Put me down this instant!"
Down below, Ferrus Manus nodded smugly at the surrounding knights. They grudgingly handed over a few meager credits as the Gorgon's spoils. The Queen was often prone to meloncholy while on these quiet rides through the forests. It was unsettling to see the ageless woman so sad. Thus, Ferrus' rare moments of humor laid the seeds of impetuousness in the Crown Prince, resulting in the booming laughter and terrified shrieks far ahead.
No one other than her treasured son could commit such blasphemy against her person without being punished, after all.
"Mordred!"
"Come Mother! Did you not always tell me how you loved to fly?"
Ferrus chuckled and increased the speed of his vehicle, guiding the Queen Mother's horse towards her mistress' screams.
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The Sage and Sunlight
"Mother, I'm not sure this is a good idea."
I ignored his muttered doubts as we scaled the highest pyramid in Tizca. After a few months of properly educating Solaire in the...very much unknown Cult of Sunlight, I wanted us to truly be able to bask in the radiance of the sun peeking through the clouds on a rare overcast day. Thus, the highest point on the planet was the Prime Archive of Knowledge in Tizca.
We would Praise the Sun.
"Solaire, hush and watch the skies." He shook his red mane as we reached the peak of the pyramid. The winds up here were strong but Solaire's...talent for defying physics allowed us to stand without issue. Up in the clouds, the sun was beginning to peak through. And, as luck would have it…
...or by some meddling by my red son…
...the first rays were striking us with their radiance. The warmth enveloped us and we struck the...sacred pose of the Cult of Sunlight. Balancing on the balls of our feet, we stretched upwards and raised our arms at rough fifteen degree angles away from our heads…
"...Praise the Sun…" Solaire gazed up at the clouds with an awed look upon his face, basking in the sunlight. I hummed, copying him in turn. The cloud cover finally broke and we settled ourselves upon the peak for a snack. "I finally think I understand why you wanted us to be here for that, Mother."
I quirked a brow at him and gestured for him to continue. He waved a hand at the city below as he spoke. "Down there is plenty of space for us to simply honor the Sun but up here...up here, we're all but alone. There's no one here to question our practices and its as if the Sun itself was testing our worth in those first few moments... " Solaire had a content look on his face. "It was...almost magical."
I snorted and lightly admonished him. "There's no such thing as magic, Solaire. Only people and the way we can interact with the world. But yes...up here, its an almost religious experience."
We were silent for a moment before he muttered, "Religious experience…" Suddenly, he got up and had the biggest smile upon his face. I was a bit worried before he started speaking rapidly. "I'll do it. I'll show all of Prospero the wonder of the Sun. I'll teach them all about its Gross Incandescence!"
Laughing, he began sliding down the pyramid at a rapid pace. I just sighed and began packing everything up. If he wanted to start a cult, fine.
But if he thought he wasn't in trouble for sliding down this massive pyramid without a helmet, he had another thing coming.
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Expected Update: Chapter 2 - ETA Wednesday, 5/10/2017
You sighed into your palms, remembering how your companions were mutated by the explosion of warp energy. Their forms broken by flailing limbs and grotesque growths. There was so little you could have done, even with your immense psychic might. You could have called upon the full might of the Immaterium if not for the storms.
Damn them. Damn them for their arrogance…
The Eldar had committed to their...fertility ritual in an attempt to bolster their population across the galaxy. But instead, their ritual of debauchery had birthed...something. Whatever was born, it had rivaled the Three in both power and scope. Its very birth had churned the Immaterium into becoming the cataclysm that shattered the galaxy.
You...you had plans to implement if you were going to save mankind. Plans you wish you weren't necessary.
You sighed once more and wished Eve was here.
-----
Childhood is Fleeting
-----
The Handmaid Bears the Angel
Superhuman or not, all babies pooped. Even the so-called genetically perfect children of the rich and famous had to take a dump sometime.
Which was why I was worried.
Little Gabriel, winged wonderboy, had not pooped once in the past three months. Oh, he pissed like a normal kid, ate thrice as much as any other child in the tribe and seemed to grow in bursts. First, he was a babe who sipped happily upon scorpion venom...he used the stingers like bottles, didn't have a problem with drinking enough venom to kill several grown men and it's not like the water was much better in terms of toxicity.
The whispers from her tribe were troubling at first and the whole 'take-him-away-from-your-abuse' phase had long since passed. It hadn't lasted long when he had his growth spurt and hurled his 'rescuers' across the room. The part where he had toddled back to me was absolutely adorable. His chubby legs wiggled as he waved his arms and flapped his fluffy wings.
Sadly, the cute and adorable phase ended all too soon. Mere weeks, actually. He popped up a foot and a half, could talk in complete sentences and was learning to use his wings for things besides hiding venomous creatures and absconded weapons from my sight. He was finally learning to fly.
"AAAAAHHHH! Sorry! I'll fix it, I promise!"
"Did you just fall out of the sky?!"
"Let's try tha-Ouch, I'll fix that too!"
I really wished I had a vid-recorder right now. Watching a gawky teen with oversized wings repeatedly crash into buildings (and destroying them) was really entertaining.
"Gabriel, you clumsy oaf!"
"I'm sorry about your tower!"
I probably should have named him Heracles. But that was a joke no one else would really get in this age of man.
-----
The Queen Bears a Son
The boy was a blessing wrapped in the most perfect of forms.
Without a doubt in my mind, Mordred was everything I had ever wanted in a son. He was eager to learn and eager to please. Any lesson I imparted upon him was not only learned, it was investigated with such enthusiasm that I often wondered if he would surpass me in my pool of knowledge despite the age gap. What he did not learn in an afternoon, he mastered in a week.
And his growth rate was astounding. In a mere month, he was larger than most men despite his boyish appearance. At the end of his first year, he towered over even my Knights. He engendered such loyalty and devotion amongst our forces, spurring them to greater heights. With the new surge in both technology from the Gorgon's innovations and the added forces, our empire would soon have no equal.
Mordred was the son I wish I had been, all those ages ago. Perhaps Father would have accept-...
I screamed in surprise as I was lifted from my horse. The wind whipped at my face and my stomach dropped as I and my kidnapper leaped into the air. The brief moment of weightlessness ended as I gripped his long flowing locks, screaming above his booming laughter.
"Mordred! Put me down this instant!"
Down below, Ferrus Manus nodded smugly at the surrounding knights. They grudgingly handed over a few meager credits as the Gorgon's spoils. The Queen was often prone to meloncholy while on these quiet rides through the forests. It was unsettling to see the ageless woman so sad. Thus, Ferrus' rare moments of humor laid the seeds of impetuousness in the Crown Prince, resulting in the booming laughter and terrified shrieks far ahead.
No one other than her treasured son could commit such blasphemy against her person without being punished, after all.
"Mordred!"
"Come Mother! Did you not always tell me how you loved to fly?"
Ferrus chuckled and increased the speed of his vehicle, guiding the Queen Mother's horse towards her mistress' screams.
-----
The Sage and Sunlight
"Mother, I'm not sure this is a good idea."
I ignored his muttered doubts as we scaled the highest pyramid in Tizca. After a few months of properly educating Solaire in the...very much unknown Cult of Sunlight, I wanted us to truly be able to bask in the radiance of the sun peeking through the clouds on a rare overcast day. Thus, the highest point on the planet was the Prime Archive of Knowledge in Tizca.
We would Praise the Sun.
"Solaire, hush and watch the skies." He shook his red mane as we reached the peak of the pyramid. The winds up here were strong but Solaire's...talent for defying physics allowed us to stand without issue. Up in the clouds, the sun was beginning to peak through. And, as luck would have it…
...or by some meddling by my red son…
...the first rays were striking us with their radiance. The warmth enveloped us and we struck the...sacred pose of the Cult of Sunlight. Balancing on the balls of our feet, we stretched upwards and raised our arms at rough fifteen degree angles away from our heads…
"...Praise the Sun…" Solaire gazed up at the clouds with an awed look upon his face, basking in the sunlight. I hummed, copying him in turn. The cloud cover finally broke and we settled ourselves upon the peak for a snack. "I finally think I understand why you wanted us to be here for that, Mother."
I quirked a brow at him and gestured for him to continue. He waved a hand at the city below as he spoke. "Down there is plenty of space for us to simply honor the Sun but up here...up here, we're all but alone. There's no one here to question our practices and its as if the Sun itself was testing our worth in those first few moments... " Solaire had a content look on his face. "It was...almost magical."
I snorted and lightly admonished him. "There's no such thing as magic, Solaire. Only people and the way we can interact with the world. But yes...up here, its an almost religious experience."
We were silent for a moment before he muttered, "Religious experience…" Suddenly, he got up and had the biggest smile upon his face. I was a bit worried before he started speaking rapidly. "I'll do it. I'll show all of Prospero the wonder of the Sun. I'll teach them all about its Gross Incandescence!"
Laughing, he began sliding down the pyramid at a rapid pace. I just sighed and began packing everything up. If he wanted to start a cult, fine.
But if he thought he wasn't in trouble for sliding down this massive pyramid without a helmet, he had another thing coming.
-----
Expected Update: Chapter 2 - ETA Wednesday, 5/10/2017
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ChiefTurtle117
The Sigillite
- Location
- Holy Terra
Interesting, wonder how this is gonna end up. This is a religious organization but possesses no active Deity. Might be possible to rebrand it as a philosophical organization about the nature of the Sun or other such thing when the Imperial Truth comes around.
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
Minor edit to first chapter:
I will now be adding an Expected Update Date at the end of every post.
I will now be adding an Expected Update Date at the end of every post.
- Location
- Red Blood on Golden Shield
Let's do this!!
Still want to know how the mothers are going to react to each other...
Still want to know how the mothers are going to react to each other...
Very nice, Will you be planning to do the other Primarchs after this is done or are these three the only ones you plan to do?
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
These three are my main inspiration. I may do alternate scenes of certain events in-story using one of the others I wrote out in the Snippet thread
- Location
- USA NYC
In the grimdarknes of the 41st millennium there's only Mama's need for grandbabies and the wimpering of Dark Gods
ChiefTurtle117
The Sigillite
- Location
- Holy Terra
Lorgar wants Gods to lord over him, he's not gonna be content with a static object like the Sun. That depends entirely on how Magnus approaches the Warp.
A Living Person
Installing BB.exe
- Location
- Chaldea
Probably better than canon if Mama Sage has anything to say about it.
I know these three are gonna get along like a buncha vitriolic co-workers. So much so I think I can hear the Warp whimpering in pain. DON'T FUCK WITH A MOM.
- Location
- USA
Just to be clear, the Three Moms are NOT raising their Primarchs at the same time right? Each mother is in their own AU.
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
The three are all in ONE setting
ChiefTurtle117
The Sigillite
- Location
- Holy Terra
Maybe just maybe, but unlikely. I think its more likely that she'd actually encourage Magnus. Which is a horrible fucking idea.
In canon, both the Emperor and Amon, Magnus' foster father constantly lectured about the dangers of the Warp and the need to respect it, the Emperor even took him on a trip after their reunion lecturing him about the Aether and teaching what he knew. Magnus proceeded to disregard all of it and even thought he knew better than the fucking Emperor about the Warp. His arrogance and ability to ignore wisdom has almost no limits.
Eh, i doubt that. I think Kelly and the Scholar are gonna get along horribly.
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If the emps goes onto the gold toilet I can see frustrated Ecclesiarchy pulling their hair out over the 'sun cult' trying to manipulate them into view the emperor as the 'sun' but falling flat and not being able to declare it heresy since the Emperor approved of it.
I can see how this will turn out...
"Grandbabies?"
"Grandbabies."
"GRANDBABIES!"
ChiefTurtle117
The Sigillite
- Location
- Holy Terra
Imperial Cult, mate. The God Emperor is everything and anything. The Faith is very inclusive and very adaptable. It has to be in order to encompass a millions of worlds and subside countless faiths
The Emperor is the God of Mankind, he is Storm Lord, the Hammer King, Festival Father, Ocean Master, and even the Mother Fucking Sun. Praise be to his Glorious Incandescence.
Hell, just look at an example from one of Older's works
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Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Hell, if anything, they'll be even MORE for it. The Emps personally approved of this variant and it's from one of His sons.
A Living Person
Installing BB.exe
- Location
- Chaldea
It's terrifying how some people want to be Grandparents so fast. They must really like abusing their privilege of pampering.
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
The privilege of spoiling a child and ensuring that their parents suffer for it instead of you is a heavy burden
ChiefTurtle117
The Sigillite
- Location
- Holy Terra
Well, that is if Magnus can sell it as a philosophy. If he can, then the Emperor could approve and it can spread. If its spread far enough then the ideology can survive past the Heresy, whether Magnus is a Heretic or not.
A Living Person
Installing BB.exe
- Location
- Chaldea
Really? Cause from the way my Gramps and Grans said it, it sounds fun. It must be a good burden.
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
I'm never said it was a burden for the one spoiling the kids.
I quite enjoy buying needless and pointless knickknack-type items for my niece. Already she has a few toyboxes worth of stuff and she's only 5 months